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Yeah.
I haven't been posting much at all lately because my Kentucky Fried McJob has been keeping me quite busy. It feels good to be out of the house, but I wish I had a job that wasn't so demeaning. Like a stripper. Or a hooker. It's like being in high school all over again with some of these people, but I really can't fault them, as many of them ARE still in high school. The UPside to this whole ordeal is that at the end of each night, there is always TONS of food left over that we can either take home or throw in the garbage. Needless to say, my refrigerator at home has chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, mac & cheese, baked beans, and bisquits coming out the wazoo. (Yes, my frige DOES have a wazoo.) My grocery bill has been cut drastically, too.
I've lost quite a bit of weight because I walk to work each day and I've cut way (WAY WAY WAY) back on my soda intake. (Like, WAY. I used to drink a 12-pack of Pepsi a day and now I can make a 2-liter last a week. Yeah, WAY.) I also make myself a salad at work every day with oven-roasted chicken, (so what if there's TONS of Ranch dressing on it?) and that is much of an improvement over my old diet of Pepsi, cookies, cup-cakes and french fries. I also haven't been drinking as much alcohol. (Not by matter of sheer willpower, mind you. No, it's a matter of a suck-ass work schedule. I never have two days off in a row, so getting super-drunk any night of the week is out of the question.)
Besides my craptastic job, things are going pretty good. I am officially a married woman now. Dan and I have been speaking of one another as husband and wife since 2001, but it still feels weird to say it and mean it. Our next step is for Dan to adopt the kids. Anybody have any idea how to get this started?
Speaking of the dawnlings. . .
The kids got their report cards last week:
"M" got 3 B's and a C (of course, my mommy-pride has to add the disclamer that "M" received the C in her Advanced Math class, and got straight A's for the entire year last year).
"T" got straight A's for the first time ever! (Disclamer: "T" made the A/B Honor Roll all three grading periods last year. No C's.)
"A.G." got one an A, two B's and a C (this one's in the gifted classes, y'all).
YAY, kids!!
Okay. That's enough for now. And I think that is enough.
I like the parenthetical* (a lot).
*(Am I the only person left alive who still reaches for the real dictionary even though Dictionary.com is right there?)
whachoo meen, spelchek?
I haven't been posting much at all lately because my Kentucky Fried McJob has been keeping me quite busy. It feels good to be out of the house, but I wish I had a job that wasn't so demeaning. Like a stripper. Or a hooker. It's like being in high school all over again with some of these people, but I really can't fault them, as many of them ARE still in high school. The UPside to this whole ordeal is that at the end of each night, there is always TONS of food left over that we can either take home or throw in the garbage. Needless to say, my refrigerator at home has chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, mac & cheese, baked beans, and bisquits coming out the wazoo. (Yes, my frige DOES have a wazoo.) My grocery bill has been cut drastically, too.
I've lost quite a bit of weight because I walk to work each day and I've cut way (WAY WAY WAY) back on my soda intake. (Like, WAY. I used to drink a 12-pack of Pepsi a day and now I can make a 2-liter last a week. Yeah, WAY.) I also make myself a salad at work every day with oven-roasted chicken, (so what if there's TONS of Ranch dressing on it?) and that is much of an improvement over my old diet of Pepsi, cookies, cup-cakes and french fries. I also haven't been drinking as much alcohol. (Not by matter of sheer willpower, mind you. No, it's a matter of a suck-ass work schedule. I never have two days off in a row, so getting super-drunk any night of the week is out of the question.)
Besides my craptastic job, things are going pretty good. I am officially a married woman now. Dan and I have been speaking of one another as husband and wife since 2001, but it still feels weird to say it and mean it. Our next step is for Dan to adopt the kids. Anybody have any idea how to get this started?
Speaking of the dawnlings. . .
The kids got their report cards last week:
"M" got 3 B's and a C (of course, my mommy-pride has to add the disclamer that "M" received the C in her Advanced Math class, and got straight A's for the entire year last year).
"T" got straight A's for the first time ever! (Disclamer: "T" made the A/B Honor Roll all three grading periods last year. No C's.)
"A.G." got one an A, two B's and a C (this one's in the gifted classes, y'all).
YAY, kids!!
Okay. That's enough for now. And I think that is enough.
I like the parenthetical* (a lot).
*(Am I the only person left alive who still reaches for the real dictionary even though Dictionary.com is right there?)
whachoo meen, spelchek?