At your service

So a friend joked with me and said I should post a resume writing service on Craigslist. This morning, I did. I hope I can't get in trouble in any way for that, but it's done. As soon as I checked out my post though, I saw another resume writing service from a very bonafide dude with an 866 number and resume to boot. We'll see if anyone takes my bait after that kind of competition.

I had one of those glorious sweats at the gym. The bf thinks it happens when I eat salty stuff, and I think he's right. So does this give me a free pass to eat chips and sausage before the gym so I can sweat it off? Probably not.

After my glorious gym sweat and ensuing hot shower, I started going through clothes. I had a chat with my mom earlier in the day, and I was getting panicked about how to get my stuff out of CA. Trailer, UPS, postal ground service? Just overwhelmed and freaked out. After having a good mom talk in the morning, and a nice brain break at the gym, I came home and pulled out every single thing in every single one of my drawers. Socks, undies, skirts, and PJ's filled 5 drawers. I got rid of skirts I haven't worn in ages, old PJ's that are just not worth it, and oh how heartbreaking, tons and tons of nylons, pantyhose, and fun thigh highs. Truth be told, I rarely wear the thigh highs anymore, but I like the infinite options available to me when I'm "feeling it." But, each time I let go of "things" I feel a little bit lighter. I then moved on to my shirts and pants. Goodbye too tight shirts that I vowed to fit into again. So long ugly capri pants that never fit me right in the first place. Two bags and some odds and ends later, I had completed an official dump of junk. Now, my belongings fill 3 drawers instead of 5, which is progress. I feel like I should be able to fit it all into my car. Clothes, sewing machine, kitchenaid mixer, books, dvds, possibly the crockpot (though i can get a cheap one from a thrift store I'm sure), jewelery, and I really can't think of much more that has to come with me. I envision my new bedroom being simple, yet homey and cute. I am looking forward to buying a comfy bed, soft sheets, and a new comforter. I'm looking forward to buying some online prints and framing them. It should be a fun project to redo the room. I also have been looking on craigslist for furniture for sale, and found a hope chest that would be perfect. I doubt that particular hope chest will be still be for sale when I move, but I realize that hope chest is a perfect nightstand and great place to store my photos and albums.


I went over to my friend's place. Her son was running around with a poopy butt and no pants. And her little infant was crawling around like a wind up toy. She had made a fabulous crock pot beef stew made with what I think to be canned tomatoes, zuccini, potatoes, and hunks of beef. It would have been perfect with some cornbread -- if I only knew to bring some! She then made an apple pie in a way I have never seen, but very easy for any lay person to do. She bought store bought crust (with two crusts), and filled one of the crusts with a mix of red and green apples, pecans, and hunks of caramel, and a sprinkle of cinnamon. She then took the other crust and layed it on top of the pie, sprinkled with cinnamon, cut holes, and voila. That was a mighty fine pie, and I think I will be buying ingredients for that today, but my version will need some brown sugar and butter. We had a good chat, and of course, the chats are always serious in nature, mostly centering around her difficult divorce. She constantly thanked me for listening, and mentioned others were getting sick of hearing about it. It does grate on my nerves, but I think working in a family law office for over two years has made me realize just how damaging divorce can be, especially when children are involved. I commended her for being able to manage two young children, make a healthy, home cooked meal, and make a pie...without a partner. As frustrating as it gets for me to constantly listen to the same things over and over, I keep in mind that when I was going through my stuff with the last guy, thankfully I had people to listen to my crazy thoughts. She let me know again that her offer stood of letting me sleep in the cottage, which I thanked her for. Hopefully, I won't have to do it because the idea of moving AGAIN, just to move AGAIN in a few months sounds incredibly overwhelming and stressful.

After dinner at friend's place, I called the bf to let him know I was going to another friend's place to watch a movie. He said "sure..." and I realized he thought I was going to hang out with a dude. I told him to stop being a dick and hung up. I went to the friend's house, and she is a godsend for letting me do laundry at her place. My stenchy workout shirt is now clean! Unfortunately, I passed out during the movie, and was not good company. I'll have to make that up to her somehow!

We did have a little chat about how experimental the bay area is. Her New Year's was spent with a dance/yoga/something of the like group that her friend belongs to. I was invited to a Martin Luther King celebration. I like the idea in theory, but I do feel a little weird as a privileged white girl honoring MLK with a bunch of other white people. I invited my friend, and we decided to go for it because, why the hell not. So next Saturday, that is on. But, we did chat about how these are very bay area things, and I would have to agree. I told her it's just not my thing, and I can appreciate those kind of things, but it's not "my thing."

This morning has started out quite productive. I went online to check out my transcript for school, and it's looking mighty fine. I hope to graduate with honors..if you can do that with a certificate? I checked out the textbooks I need for my classes (starting in 2 weeks), and they are very inexpensive. I also checked out my financial aid status, and it looks like a fat chunk of money will be heading my way mid-January. Before I get too excited though, that money will be directly deposited into my moving savings account, so no touchy for me.

I have not eaten breakfast this morning, and I'm starving. I do need to hit the grocery store, and I was throwing around a lineup of dinners/lunches for the next week, so I don't go bananas in the store. So here goes...

DINNER:
Penne pasta with marinara and sliced sausage, garlic bread, asparagus
Marinated teriyaki chicken stir-fry and assorted veggies with white rice
Carbonara with sweet onion ravioli, broccoli, and ciabatta bread
Spiral ham, yam bake, and salad

LUNCH:
Honey roasted turkey breast on whole wheat pita, with a slice of cheese and fresh spinach

BREAKFAST:
Honeycrisp apple

Writing down my food line-up for the week makes me feel a little funny inside. I see my eating pattern. Lite breakfast and lunch, heavy dinner. Oh fucking well. Again, I like my food and will not deprive myself of food pleasures until I have to dammit.

Tomorrow should be a fun day at work. I'm going to a hearing with my boss. I won't sit at counsel table, but I asked if I could just go to watch. The court is open to the public, but I could be doing more exciting things, like filing at work! Right. So, this is a hearing on appellate fees, and I'm interested in seeing how this new commissioner responds to the parties, and see what he's all about. I have been to court several times with my boss, one including her oral argument on a contested custody issue. She is an amazing speaker, both graceful and forceful at the same time. She is really fun to watch in action, and I'm looking forward to seeing her in action tomorrow morning!