Good Goddess! Blogging in a timely fashion is like trying to remember house plants. Although, I have to say that since my days as a groundskeeper I have been very successful with keeping houseplants. And I'm still not convinced that giving plants birth control pills truly acts as an effective fertilizer. Gwen, I have some for you to use if you want since you have a hundred houseplants. So, well, I moved out of Sam's house and into Jand H's place. Besides my mother's house, no other place feels like home to me. Not even my grandma's house. I have been here a week now and I'm content to hang out for a bit, hope they don't mind! I did go look at a one bedroom place on 1st and Ruby but he decided to give it to someone that actually had a job. Smart guy. I wasn't ready anyway. In the meantime, I have been looking for jobs and networking my little heart out. This time, I am leaving no stone unturned in the job search. Except maybe the juvenile justice stone. I'd rather take a Dilbert job over that b/c I can't live on the kind of salary that they give. Not unless my sugar daddy finally materializes (hopefully in the shape of Harrison Ford) or whathaveyou. Today I have an appt with career services to discuss my resume and job opps and all that. The major advantage to being back in Lanky and near my alma mater is that they have to help me find a job--which is a lot easier when you live here. Jason and I are going to I's for lunch today. I thinkI will have a southwest pita with chicken. And pickles with lots of gerkhins. No wait, they stopped putting them in ages ago. Sorry Gwen! I could have some tort. salas with all the black olives picked out. Hee hee hee. And then I will stop by to see Nanny and check in on her. That's my day. Before I go, it's time for a belated birthday tribute to my friend, Scott, whom I have known since 3rd grade (by the way, they are adding on to the elem school--it's so weird). Scott, as much as I love you, I lack the talent to write a song about how wonderful you are so I will just tell it like it is. Happy Birthday to the one dressed as Mark Twain for our 5th grade rendition of "Fifty Nifty" and the one who threw entire slices of white bread at (and hit on target) seagulls at Long's Park. To the one that has only positive things to say about people and listens to the girls gossip and giggle and be ridiculous and doesn't seem to mind, many birthday wishes of good fortune to you. To the one that is always there with an open heart and a big hug and a big, huge, slobbery bohemoth of a dog, you rock! For accompanying me and Manda to see the Indigo Girls (sorry Ang!) in Philly and having a fabulous time that still makes me smile every time I think of it (oooh! Mufasa!), love to you! Hope it was happy and wishing you happy days on your birthday and every day! Alright, gag, retch and so on. Well, must go--time for Shana's am poop walk.