What would you do?

No really. If you didn't have to work for money but you still had to work. Well I guess chose to work would be a more correct statement. Your bills are taken care of, money is in the bank and you even have time for fun. I think this is how we all should look at life but I realize that's rather idyllic.

We all (well most of us) have to work everyday and it's not at what our life's passion is because that's not currently paying the bills ( and sometimes nor will it ever). And while I like my current job it's not what I really want do. I like that I help people and that it's rather predictable (kind of a double edge sword) and I work with great people but I just feel inside that it's not enough.

What I really want to do is be a Physical Therapist for special needs babies and children. And while I love the comfort of routine I know at first I wouldn't have that but I would find it. And I would go back to school right now if I could but I so cannot afford it so it stays a wish.

But someday I will, even if it's a little further off than I like because I'm pretty sure I've loved babies since I was one. And my second favorite thing is helping people. Match the two together and whammo, I'm pretty sure I'd be in heaven (not to mention the pay isn't half bad either). Now I know, every job has it's pit falls and that this specific job I yearn after isn't quite as great as I think it would be but I still want it. So here's to hoping sooner than later.

What job wold you do if you could do anything?

It's Friday

And all that that title does is put the Justin Bieber song in my head (no I haven't ever willingly listened to it, what are you talking about?!?!). Which reminds me of the teller at the bank I go to every day for work because he hates Justin Bieber and for his birthday his coworkers got him Justin Bieber balloons. So now I call him Beebs everyday. He LOVES me. No really. Well, maybe.

And now I'm thinking I'm writing an entire post about Justin Bieber which was SO not my goal. This is really just a stream of consciousness post.

I'm also so glad blogger is back up because it was driving me crazy and I couldn't prepare a post. (Do not tell me I could have just used Word, because I could have but that defeats my excuse. Stick with me.) So instead today you're getting a half assed Justin Bieber and stream of consciousness post. OMG I need to stop saying Justin Bieber.

Work again tomorrow but I'm off next weekend (yay!) and Sunday I'll get to see my husband whom I have seen very little of as of late because we have been working polar opposite schedules but today is the last day of that. So starting Sunday I'll finally get to see him everyday. I don't know how couples that have this schedule do it. I miss him a ton.

Happy Friday!

How I read.

From left to right. Duh. End of blog post.

Just kidding.

I have a degree in English but this however, does not make me any sort of authority on books. Like wine I read what I like. (And this is making me question how self centered this entire blog post is because I am going to make you listen, well you're choosing to listen, to what I like to read. But really isn't a blog entirely self centered anyway? Sorry, done with the tangent.)

I can't read too much adult literature (and I don't mean that adult literature) because so much of it starts out downhill and then continues to end that way. Or it starts out okay and then ends downhill. I can't stand stories that end depressing, heartbreakingly sad. I feel like life has enough heartbreak, tough decisions to make, and moral gray area that I can't read about it. If I have to live through the real world and all it's up and downs I don't need to escape to situations the same as my own or worse. Because I prefer to be happy and pass that happiness on. (I know my snarkiness really conveys that on here.)

So I read teen literature or sci fi. Teen literature at the very worst ends on a cliffhanger to be resolved in the next book or on an even keel. That I can take. If it's sci fi then it's not so bad because even if it ends down (mostly it ends like teen literature) it's not of this world and I can take that. I don't have to worry about that scenario happening to me or someone I know or even having the knowledge that that possibility has happened or will happen to someone.

So there. I'm currently reading the Dresden Files which ends just the way I like it. :)

Yes I fully admit I'm a dork and I added the pictures to give you something pretty to look at as a reward for reading my post.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

This is how I feel my life has been lately, and I'm tired. So tired. I literally sat on the couch most of yesterday. Called Lori though and wished her a happy Mother's day. I think I should mention here that I'm also working 6 days a week, lest anyone just think I'm lazy.

You know the montage that they sometimes show in movies of people going through the days between when the date of something important is set up and the reaching of that date. Yeah, that's me except if there is something important coming up I was asleep when it was found out. And no one's told me yet.

And I don't have anything pretty or exciting to show you. I think this would be much more entertaining if someone else wrote this blog post and I could just comment on it. I hate it when I run out of ideas and I'm too tired to come up with anything fun or exciting and nothing is popping into my head except the tasks ahead of me today.

You can skip this one, I won't mind.

Update: (this is how exciting I am)
I would appreciate people who are wearing large amounts of cologne to stop walking into my office. I already have a massive sinus headache that I have taken plenty of pain medication for and I can still slightly feel it. So, your cologne? Not. Helping. Also I am then having to use my Febreze to cover that crap up. I would prefer to not have to waste it. Thank you very much.

Also people asking for kleenex of all things. I bring my own in because I have aforementioned sinus clog up very often and the kind provided by the facility is hell on my nose. I'm glad the secret is out that I have the good stuff. Go get your own. I don't bother you for your personal crap. Although I do have to admit having everything but the kitchen sink, and stamps. I'm currently out. What can I say (besides the stamps) I like to be prepared.

How I mistakenly, possibly, maybe (can't find him) have a child I didn't know about...

So apparently I have a son named Adam that I just found out about... That or someone has the wrong number but left me a message anyway wanting my son Adam to come over for a slumber party. I'm still not sure which one it is.

I mean I guess it's possible I have have a son I don't know about... I mean I am a bigamist and I have no idea what Hankadalberto is up to half the time. I'm pretty sure Isaac would have mentioned that we had a son named Adam though. Especially if he was of slumber party going age. Although at this point I'm starting to think Adam was kidnapped because I can't find him anywhere. And I have to say that I must have been on some really good drugs to not remember the pregnancy and to name him Adam. No offense to all the Adams out there (I mean I obviously named my son that, you know the one I can't find). And I like the name Adam but if I were to name my son one of the generic male names I think it would have been Ben.

The only other conclusions I can come up with is Susie asking one of her friends to call me and leave that message. You know, it's her way of pretending I've given her grandchildren. (I can say this about her because it is something she would do. Also she knows this blog exists but just never reads it.) Or, the guy who called me has no idea what the names of Adam's parents are. Yes, maybe his mother's name is Sarah, I mean I could throw a tennis ball and hit another one, easy.

So dear confused man who I'm not going to call back and explain that I don't have a son (I think, I'm still looking to make sure), I don't think Adam can make it. Well at least my Adam, I have to find him first.

Yesterday, oh and Monday too.

Well yesterday, again it's another night before post talking in the present when writing and not posting. Just keep in mind it's last night, well right now... well... damn it. You know what I mean. Right?

So our next door neighbors are currently building a garage with a mother in law over top and I just had to ask the contractor to go home. No seriously. I know it's only 8pm right now (and I really need to go to bed) but I get up at 4am and so my bed is calling and he was still $%@%#$ hammering away. I have just worked two ten hour days sans lunch (eating as I work, so. much. fun. someone slap me) and I can't even get peace and quiet at home to unwind. I was at a point of blowing a gasket.

I mean I know he has a job to do but this is where I come to zone out at the end of the day and being unable to really sucks. It helps that he was so willing to cooperate and leave. I just don't understand having to ask him to leave at 8pm. After all the neighbor's on the other side of me have three small children and I'm sure they were loving it. I'm surprised the dad didn't ask him to stop before me.

Okay off to bed. Maybe I'll have something witty or fun to add tomorrow.

Nope, still tonight.

Funny thought:
So you know when kids are really young you can write things down or spell them out loud and they have no idea what you're saying. I'm going to make funny t-shirts (I originally thought banners and running around the house with them laughing maniacally but then I realized it would be for my benefit only) with things like "Hey kids! Guess what? We're going to Disneyland!!!" on the front and then on the back "No, no, not really Mommy was only pulling your leg." So I can laugh to myself and then when they can actually read actually getting them with the joke. Although I'm sure I will then be pestered to go to Disneyland once they read the shirt.

Sometimes I can't come up with a title, you know this is going to be a hodge podge

Oh man yesterday was so nice and sunny. I thought that I was going to have to work this entire past weekend but Isaac and I couldn't figure out how the grocery shopping or any other household chores would get done so I got to stay home Sunday while Isaac worked the second day of the event. (I would however like to point out that Saturday I worked a different event all by myself) I felt bad but I was also very grateful, still really guilty. I slept in until 8:30, that's late for me, by like four and half hours. I did have to get up at 4:30am to feed the cats because they're incessant.

But I shopped, cleaned, did laundry, mowed and did dishes. This was still a relaxing day. If I would have gone with Isaac none of this would have gotten done and yes I would have been back up for him but it mainly would have been just to spend time with him and technically, we got twice as much done by being apart. (This is why being an adult sucks sometimes.) Oh yeah, and I got to sleep in and watch way too much coverage of Will and Kate's wedding because Isaac won't watch it with me. Sure, I mean he'll voluntarily watch (I always have to look up the title because I forget it) The Secret Life of the American Teenager all by himself because I refuse to watch it, see example here. But the Royal Wedding, pull his teeth out. He even sat on the remote so I couldn't get to it. He even stayed sitting on the remote when I conceded to watch the Pixar documentary instead because he'd already seen it. Did I mention I mowed the lawn? I love the look of a mowed lawn. Sorry I'm kooky, I'm still tired.

And (I always find things I want dang it) I really want these boots, and I found some loafers they make that I want too, and some ballerina flats. Must. Stop. Looking. They're made by Frye.

Yes, I know there's a theme here. :)