I know, I know, I really suck at this lately. I'm out of the groove. I'm uninspired. It seems to be an epidemic as Ouiser and Feather Nester have been remiss as well. However, I suspect that all of that great Tennessee sunshine is the real cause, which is completely valid. I'm using the lack of sunshine and the presence of those negative degree wind chills as my excuse. Apparently weather is a powerful force upon blogging.
The days have gotten so boring around here that there's not much to write about - cleaning, reading some baby books, volunteering, restarting the packing that I was supposed to restart a month ago, etc. I'm seriously hitting the end of my ability to deal with our life of limbo. I feel like one of the first major life lessons I learned many many years ago was that transitions suck. It's inevitable. They're always much longer than you want them to be and they always blow. I was hoping that March would present us with itty bitty inklings of hope that winter isn't actually a year round season, but yesterday's -11 wind chill has firmly negated that wish.
On the upside, B has his first REAL interview on Friday. For a job he APPLIED to. For a job he would ACTUALLY TAKE. Most of the last 6 months have been spent with various phone calls from sales recruiters in other states wanting to talk to him. After a while I gave up the pleasant phone voice and immediately shot back with "you do realize that he is ONLY looking for jobs in Albany, NY, correct?" Because although it's right there in his profile, they never bother to look, and as a result spent months giving me false hopes until I wised up.
So not only do we get to find out the sex of the baby tomorrow morning, the first interview occurs and then later that night we get to see our new nephew yet again - yeah! I'll do my best to get back in the groove (at least a little) in the coming weeks. And I know I said this before, but if you want to know the sex of the baby tomorrow, it won't be posted on here until Monday because we're telling our family in person this weekend, so send me a text message tomorrow and I'll let you know if all that Giants paraphernalia should be purchased in blue or pink.
2 comments:
Transitions do suck. But getting to do something new is cool. Where is the interview?
wow. i just told feathernester i was going to start calling her out on her lack of blogging (i mean, how long to we have to look at that style quiz??)...but then you called us both out, you tramp.
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