It's New Job Eve....

my brain is churning tonight.... there's a million thoughts, probably only 1/5 of which relate to starting a new job tomorrow. There's friend issues, and relationship issues and money issues (swear to you this first pay check can't come fast enough), kid issues, ex issues.

But tomorrow I start a new job. In a new town. I don't know anyone there, and other than the 30 minutes I spent with my new boss when she interviewed me, they don't know me. I have the opportunity tomorrow to reinvent myself. I could be witty, or quiet, or demure (HA HA - yeah - neither of those 2 would last more than about an hour)... I could be a die-hard fan for a sports team I've never cared about... i could like NASCAR... I could be a quilter in the making. It's kinda weird, isn't it? I'm not even sure what to CALL myself tomorrow. Right now they call me Elizabeth. But half the people I know around these parts call me Lizzy. But Mr. B and my family call me Beth. Which one am I?

I've always been a pretty open book. Should I still be?

Are there things about me that I want to change? Is now a good time to do it?

I tend to be someone who goes out of their way to make people happy. Sometimes to my own detriment. Should I keep doing that?

Sometimes I keep things in so I don't hurt other people's feelings, but in doing so hurt them, and me, more. Should I stop doing that?

Sometimes I let the stress of what's going on in my life affect what kind of mom I am. yeah... that just needs to stop. Period.

Sometimes I get REALLY jealous of people.

Sometimes I think really bad thoughts.

Sometimes I get angry.

Sometimes I really want to eat a whole pizza. Sometimes I do it.

Sometimes I wonder why anyone would want to be a part of my life.

Sometimes I wonder why someone wouldn't want to be a part of my life.

Sometimes I think maybe I should just move to Australia.

Sometimes I get nervous thinking about tomorrow.

Sometimes I get really excited thinking about tomorrow.

I'm excited to meet new people. I'm excited to hear their stories about their lives and get to know them better. I'm excited to work in a really nice building.

I'm scared about how to pay for daycare.

I'm scared that my daughter is flunking classes.

I happy that my other daughter's teacher can't say enough good things about her.

I feel bad that my girls would compare themselves to each other.

I wish people would do what they say they're going to do.

I wish I was more patient.

I wish I had funny stuff to blog about again.

I wish I could afford to go out to lunch every day.

I hope people know I'm not a complainer.

I hope people know that I'm so appreciative to have this job, and that I'm BEYOND appreciate for the things they have done for me.

I hope people like me tomorrow.

I feel like I'm starting middle school tomorrow.

I need a new notebook or something.

This stream of consciousness blog has been brought to you by the letter B, the letter L and the number 5.

Happy TO YOU!!!!

Roses are Red

Little girls are Twirly

It's a wonderful day

For a wonderful Girlie

Roses are Red

Big is my Butt

Some of you know her

As the mom of the Nuts

Roses are Red

Boom goes a Cannon

Happy Birthday to my

Dear sweet Wonderful SHANNON!!!!!

Here's a picture of her the first time I met her - almost ONE year ago!!!

So......

I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WITH THESE PEOPLE

IN THIS BUILDING

I START MONDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HAVE INSURANCE!!!!!!!!!!!

IT STARTS MONDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rainbow Coalition

The Ladies don't have school today. I... well... I don't work. So we're hanging out. Mr. B brought us breakfast on his way to work. Then we started coloring together, and then I accidentally colored on Gert's arm... maybe more than once... and things went... Uphill from there.

Look at my flat, trim tummy. Oh wait... that's Gert.

A mudskipper... with clothing

Gert's kneecap gets a special scene!

Can anyone tell me who this is on my leg?

Gotta go cheap with the holiday decorations this year

A ghost with pigtails on Essie!

Little Lizzy

I was going through some stuff today and found these... thought you'd like to see me when I was little bit.... I'm not sure of the ages on all of them, but the first two are labeled with Sept 72, so I was 7 months old then.

Notice the avocado green tub? The sink and toilet were the same color :)

I'm guessing that toy string across your playpen thing wouldn't fly by the safety patrol these days. It's a miracle I'm still here.

Mmmm. nothing says the '70's like Black Plether Recliners!

Awwww... so cute - and check out that multi-colored shag carpet.
Our house was KICKIN' IT 70's STYLE!!

These I'm obviously older... I think the boat picture may have been taken the summer I bit my tongue riding in the boat.

Look.... a plaid of sorts....

Tyra The Giant

Do you watch America's Next Top Model? I like watching... Miss Gert likes watching with me. We enjoy a good watch. We like that Oxygen plays like a whole season on a Saturday. That's great TV when it's RAINING.

In past seasons, the aspiring models almost always come to judging wearing heels. Then when they are called to come forward to get their picture from Tyra, they're always on a platform, but Tyra's on the same platform, same height.

This "cycle" all the girls are short - under 5'7", which at first glance you think "Oh that Tyra! She's so cool to open it up to girls who aren't standard model height"... but then you watch the show, and the girls ALL come to judging in flats... and when they go to get their picture from Tyra, she's standing on a platform that's a good 6 inches higher than the one the girl is on. So what is up with that? Is this like a Tyra power trip or something? Is anyone else watching this? Does anyone else know why she's doing that???

Updates

Well... first of all... it's raining. It has been... for days now. And according to the forecast it's going to keep raining. All. Week.

On the job front.... still no job. Sigh.

On the house front... well... we had to let the contract go on the house because it has structural issues - the kind where the inspector said "You might want to think about tearing it down and starting all over". Right now it's under contract again for someone else. Near as we can figure they bought it on an auction and we'll see what they do once they see what they've gotten themselves into. So... back to the drawing board. I'm bummed... beyond bummed... but I'm trying to convince myself that this is God's way of keeping us out of a money pit.

It's raining. In case you didn't know.

The girls are doing well. Gert's doing well in school other than doing a little too much extraneous talking. Essie... Essie is doing okay in everything but Math. I don't know what to do about math. She doesn't get it and her teacher isn't helping much. I wish I could afford a math tutor for her, but....

Mr. B is wonderful. As usual. He makes me smile and laugh and makes all the other crap going on seem pretty inconsequential. His dad is doing okay. He's had some set backs here and there but hopefully he's gonna be able to get a good run of rehab in for the next few weeks in Colorado. Eventually this fall he'll be heading to Atlanta to continue his rehab.

I think that's about all the news that's fit to print! Sorry this is boring. My brain is gonna have to start getting creative again!!!!!