There is a BBC America Kitchen Nightmare Marathon this afternoon, so you know that’s where I’m going to be all afternoon. Sitting with my ass parked in front of the TV watching a pissed off Brit that curses worse than I could ever hope to.
I am feeling like I’m coming down with a cold or something. My head is all stuffy and I’m tired. I probably picked up something from one of the disease carriers that live in my house (aka my children).
It only 12 on Sunday and I’ve already baked cookies and fudge. It was place and bake stuff, so don’t go thinking I’m all domesticated or anything. I also loaded the dishwasher and I’m going to clean the bathroom shortly. I want to make a pasta salad and regular veggie salad too before the weekend is over. Again – taking help from a pasta salad mix and bagged lettuce. Not domesticated.
I really need to start bringing stuff home from my desk at work. I’ve been putting it off because I’m lazy and part of me wants to think that I’m really not getting laid off in another week and a half – that it was all just a dream. I know better than that, but it all seems so surreal. Last week I spent most of my week tossing old papers out. You wouldn’t believe the stuff I was hanging on to. If Bryan is happening to read this – yeah I found emails that you sent to me from orientation printed out (circa april 2000). I tossed those. Its amazing that the last 7 years of my life – my career – can fit into a trash can. I’m throwing my career away. I keep hearing that when one door closes another one opens. I’m not seeing this other magical door opening anything for me. Just a lot of rejection. Eh. I’m really trying to stay positive through this whole ordeal. Its *their* loss, not mine….right?
Anyway. Its Sunday. Time to go watch football.
Have a productive Sunday afternoon all!
Oh and by the way – The Murray Complex is/was on fire. Yeah, not the one on Penn Ave, the one in North Wilkes-Barre sorta near the hospital. I did a double take when I seen that this morning.