Somewhat Malcontent

There are cute fuzzy bunnies in my back yard.  I just saw one dart across the field.  I hope the dogs don’t see it, or it won’t be a bunny for long.  It’ll just be dinner.

Remember how I was looking for a new job?  Well now it’s essential that I find a new job immediately.  I’m 99% sure that I just lost all of my benefits today.  It’s a long story involving my old boss being a douchebag and my new boss being on top of things and my underhanded stab at getting more money backfiring on me tenfold.   I’m thinking about going to a headhunter as the 20 resumes I’ve sent out this month have gotten no response.  Anyone ever used one before?  I’m not quite sure how it works.  I think there’s a card somewhere in my wallet….

My four day weekend is over.

*sigh*

Why am I more tired now than when it began?  Must’ve been all the food.

A short list of things that irritate me.

1. Mail coming to my house that does not belong to me.  I realize this comes with the territory of being a new homeowner, but I’m getting mail for people who NEVER lived at this house.  Like my old next door neighbor at my previous house and my ex-husband (I bought this house in mid-divorce), among others.
2. Half-finished projects.  Like the small portion of wall in my back room that has been in mid-repair for a year now and the shower doors I took down 4 months ago that are still leaning against my bedroom wall, which is still the horrible mint green color it was when I moved in, despited racking up tons of credit card debt on paint.
3. Un-started projects.  Like the bathroom, which can only be cleansed by fire, I fear.  Yes, it’s that revolt-i-cating.
4. All of the clothing in my closet that I could be wearing had I not got so fat.  I have the choice of losing weight or buying a new summer wardrobe.
5. Finding out that the small tree in the back corner of my yard that I’ve so despised but not cut down because I thought maybe it was a baby tree that someone planted special is not really a tree at all, but an overgrown weed.

I almost killed The Vengar today.  Seriously, she materialized out of nowhere in front of my shopping cart at the Niles Big Lots while Fynn was impeding my line of sight by jumping on the buggy and riding it like a rodeo toy.  It’s a good thing I have lightning-fast reflexes and am a master at evading her, lest I find myself trapped while she journeys into the void that was once her mind to try and remember who I am.  At first, my life flashed before my eyes as I thought she was going to ask me the dreaded question but then I realized she was just waiting for me to move out of her way so she could turn down the aisle I was blocking.  At least now I’ll have some point to reference the next time she doesn’t remember me.  I can hear it now, “BIG LOTS WHO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”

Hugs n’ Stuff,

Molly

I got “Turtle”, which consisted of DQ vanilla soft serve, caramel, pecans & whipped cream, and Fynn got “Fudgemania”, which consisted of DQ vanilla soft serve, hot fudge, sprinkles & whipped cream.  The flavor combinations were tasty, but there was too much bowl and not enough ice cream.  Know what I’m sayin’ ?

My lawnmower man is retarded.  This is the punishment I get for taking recommendations from neighbors who secretly want to own part of my property.  I keep telling him where I need him to mow and what I need him to weedwhack and he keeps mowing smiley faces and fuzzy bunnies in my neighbor’s yard with this lawnmower and then asking me to pay him.  Also, he thinks that today is Saturday, when clearly, it is Thursday.  If you could see it in your heart to replace the straw that rests inside his head with some more durable, thought conducting material, I’d be grateful until at least the end of the summer.  Or you could cast a magic spell that makes my yard never grow higher than 2 inches and send his ass packing back to Kansas.  Whatever.

Signed,

Molly

ME: You want some ice cream?
Fynn: No. I want to let my dinner digest.

Today, in casual conversation, I confessed my athiestic nature to my boss. Typically I would not be discussing such inappropriate things with my senior manager, but honestly, she started it. She was telling me about how nice her niece’s Confirmation was and she asked me if I was Catholic. An exchange followed in which I told her I’d been raised Catholic and schooled Catholic until I was 14 years old, at which time I opted to skip confirmation and become an athiest. She was genuinely apalled that I could turn my back on the church without so much as a second thought. She said she made sure her girls went through with all of their sacraments “just in case”. I told her I didn’t really understand how she could be certain she’d chosen the correct faith if “just in case” was her whole argument for being Catholic and that such reasoning is why I made sure Fynn was never baptised and never set foot in a church. Now she thinks I’m satan. I think tomorrow I’ll show up for work in a burqa. When she asks me why, I’ll tell her…”You really got me thinking. I figured I’d better start wearing this, just in case.”