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snoggedAt my boss's encouragement, I took a snow day today and it's a good thing I did because not even Nick was able to get out this morning and he's a way better snow driver than me. Sadly, his boss made him call a cab (and promised to reimburse him) because he's the only graphic designer who lives in town and stood a chance at making it in. I guess he's like one of three people in the building today.
So far I've shoveled the back sidewalk and did my best to shovel out my car. I'm quite grateful that I didn't have to shovel the front walk because we got a visit from the snow blower fairies (Aka our neighbors). I started a new novel: Please Stop Laughing At Me by Jodee Blanco, did the dishes, and caught up on Lie To Me. I only have the last two episodes left to watch. It does bum me out a little that there are only two more episodes left of Season 3 (last night was the season finale).
In other news, I got a phone call today from one of the places I'd applied to in Madison called A Helping Heart. The position involves serving as a caregiver for adolescent girls who are suffering from mental illness. They offered me an interview for tomorrow afternoon after I persuasively convinced her that my Master's degree doesn't necessarily make me "overqualified." I figure it can't hurt to at least go in and see what they have to offer, especially since things are still a bit uncertain with the Pauquette situation. I don't really see it as me giving up on Pauquette though. It's really more me trying to have a back-up plan so I'm prepared in the event of my worst-case scenario.
Anyway, on to the letter!
Hey You!
You are twenty-five years old with no wrinkles in sight (except for the wrinkle you get in your nose when something smells funny or the wrinkle you get in your cheeks when you laugh.) You do still get pimples though. Apparently that's not something you grow out of once you graduate high school.
I know things have been rough. I know we've seen our fair share of tears and disappointments. But look at this way, you have a Master's degree. You have a fabulous boyfriend who's reflection makes plenty of appearances in the surface along side of you. You're living with said boyfriend and no longer have to worry about the next time you'll see him like you did when you were still in college.
Just remember this: You might not be perfect. But you are mine.
Love,
Ann
So far I've shoveled the back sidewalk and did my best to shovel out my car. I'm quite grateful that I didn't have to shovel the front walk because we got a visit from the snow blower fairies (Aka our neighbors). I started a new novel: Please Stop Laughing At Me by Jodee Blanco, did the dishes, and caught up on Lie To Me. I only have the last two episodes left to watch. It does bum me out a little that there are only two more episodes left of Season 3 (last night was the season finale).
In other news, I got a phone call today from one of the places I'd applied to in Madison called A Helping Heart. The position involves serving as a caregiver for adolescent girls who are suffering from mental illness. They offered me an interview for tomorrow afternoon after I persuasively convinced her that my Master's degree doesn't necessarily make me "overqualified." I figure it can't hurt to at least go in and see what they have to offer, especially since things are still a bit uncertain with the Pauquette situation. I don't really see it as me giving up on Pauquette though. It's really more me trying to have a back-up plan so I'm prepared in the event of my worst-case scenario.
Anyway, on to the letter!
Hey You!
You are twenty-five years old with no wrinkles in sight (except for the wrinkle you get in your nose when something smells funny or the wrinkle you get in your cheeks when you laugh.) You do still get pimples though. Apparently that's not something you grow out of once you graduate high school.
I know things have been rough. I know we've seen our fair share of tears and disappointments. But look at this way, you have a Master's degree. You have a fabulous boyfriend who's reflection makes plenty of appearances in the surface along side of you. You're living with said boyfriend and no longer have to worry about the next time you'll see him like you did when you were still in college.
Just remember this: You might not be perfect. But you are mine.
Love,
Ann
