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Guess What? I'm FANTASTIC!

It’s true.

I’m not really sure how it happened, but I have a seriously long string of good days going on here and I am a happy girl.

I’ve just been feeling really blessed by my friends and my family. I’ve started trying my bajillionth attempt at NaNoWriMo (that’s National Novel Writing Month if you didn’t know, where the goal is to write 50,000 words of a novel in the month of November). The encouragement that I’ve been shown just on Facebook alone is insane. It’s funny because I know good writing and I know that what I’m writing is just absolute crap, but you know what? It’s the first 4,000 words that I’ve written in well over a year so even if it’s crap, how can I complain, really? That said, I was on target for the first few days and now on day four I’m a good 2,500 words behind, but I actually feel like maybe I can catch up this time. I don’t feel completely like quitting just because I’m behind schedule. That’s a good thing.

Work has been going really well. I actually got a compliment tonight from someone I work with about how well I’ve adjusted to doing the difficult stations and how well I handle it. It meant a lot coming from this person and I’m still a little bit glow-y about it. Work has also been good in that while I had zero hours scheduled this week, I’ve already managed to pick up 20 hours worth of shifts and I could potentially pick up a few more.

My grandmother has deteriorated again, which is the bad news. She’s no longer coherent and her skin is getting cold so the end is really going to be near. I’m just waiting for that to hit and to see how I handle it, but so far, it hasn’t happened.

So that’s what’s going on!

Oh, and my story of the day from work? My co-worker on the phone: “So, the other day I was at the bus station and I was picking my nose, but I was embarrassed so I acted like I was crying, but then this homeless lady came up and gave me a hug! Then, at the bus station today? She was there! And she recognized me and came up to see if I was okay!” Ahaha, that’s awesome.

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What I've Been Up To

I sold my house.

I quit my job.

I’m five weeks from being homeless. (Not really, if we don’t have a place we’ll move in with my in-laws.)

We put an offer on a house. It’s a foreclosure. We won’t know for up to two weeks if we get it or not.

I’m waiting to hear back about a hospital call center job.

My daughter turned one.

I am slowly going insane.

Yeah, I think that’s about it.

How are you guys?

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My Husband, The Animal Rights Activist

A short (very short) play.

Scene: A male (Derek) is driving the car with a female passenger (Yours Truly). The car is traveling through the boondocks where farmland and big open spaces abound.

Derek points to someone waving their arms frantically at a group of sheep. The sheep are now frantic as well as they race away from the arm-waver.

Derek: Look! Sheep herding!

Yours Truly merely raises an eyebrow.

Derek: You know, that’s got to be the cruelest thing that you can do to an animal.

Yours Truly: Herding sheep?

Derek: It’s cruel! They work allll year at growing that nice warm coat, then in you go, bzzzzzzzz, and send them out into the cold to do it all over again.

Yours Truly: Say what?

Derek: “But it’s cold,” they say. And you go, “Out! Do it again!” And that’s when they say “Baaaaa means noooooo.”

Yours Truly reaches down into her purse and pulls out a piece of paper and a pen. She begins writing.

Derek: What are you doing?

Yours Truly: I’m writing this down so I can remember to blog it.

Derek: You should title it, like, your husband, the animal rights activist.

Yours Truly: You got it, babe.

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Llamas & Emus

Do you ever get really bored of doing the same ol’ drive day in and day out? Because Derek and I do. So what do we do to pass the time, however brief it may be? We play games with people’s license plates. Our favorite is taking the three letters in a license plate and making a random phrase out of it. For example, our car has the letters BWC. Yup. Big White Cock. I’m so proud. Anywho.

We’re cruising along the other night and he shouts out, “Extreme Emu Monkeys!”

I give him a funny look. “Emu? Like a llama or an emu?”

He groans. “Nooo. Like those depressed kids!”

Heh. “Oh. You mean emo.”

“Yeah! Extreme emo monkeys!”

We’re so hip. Says the girl who just spent entirely too long photoshopping (badly) an emo monkey.

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Stupid Is As Stupid Does

I walk around my day-to-day life and I think to myself, “You know, Courtney? You’re smarter than a lot of these people. Not all, not even most, but a lot of ’em. You’re one smart cookie.”

Then I open my mouth. And I laugh. Because if I think that I’m smart, then what the hell are the dumb people?

I was at work today and my coworker calls me over by asking, “Courtney, do you have a sec?”

And how do I answer? With the oh-so-witty response, “Sure, I have lots of secs.” Long pause. “Uhm. I have lots of secONDS. SecONDS. Not sex. Did I just say I have lots of sex out loud?”

Good god.

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Doin' The Snoopy Dance

I am so happy… so very happy… I can’t contain it…

So I got a letter from immigration today that says I can apply for my work permit! Yahoo!

I love how I’m still not a permanent resident and I’m not able to work YET, but can just apply for the permit- and yet I’m SOOOO happy! There’s an end in sight!

I am so happy… so very happy…. I can’t contain it… yay!