Wishy Washy

Ok, so now I'm having second thoughts about this whole new, new job thing. I don't know. I don't want to go to a boring job that is sterile and doesn't involve getting to pet Keaux Keaux. (Yes, that's right, I spelled Keaux Keaux's name wrong the first time - shame on me!)

I'm going to interview with these people but after some serious discussion with my parents and Kev, I don't want to flit around from job to job. And don't I owe something to my current employer to stick this out a little longer as things are developing? And, frankly I just am not so sure they will even want me. Even if it is in a medical library. (Oooh, get it? medical library? kel has a monkey heart? harharhahar - ok, give me a break, it's 4:30 a.m.)

I will say, they have to make me an offer I simply can't refuse. Like for serious, dead horse head in your bed kind of offer.

And who wants an offer like that?

Why Couldn't The Past 6 Months Have Been THIS Easy

So I hope you all are having a kick-ass Thursday. Kev's taking a nap right now, he worked last night for one night and tomorrow we get to drive 9 hours to go to a wedding back in Texas. I am very excited about seeing friends and getting to honk at the trolls when we cross the Louisiana/Texas border.

What?!? You don't honk your horn when you cross state lines or drive over bridges or cattle guards? You simply must do this! It's totally cautionary, really, but you never know. Forget once and you could have quite a troll problem on your hands. Just trust me on this.

Anyway, back to the dude that's tap dancing for joy up there. You know how I was bemoaning the other day that I needed another job, additional job, or something? Well, I applied for a job in between the last time we all talked about it and the company just called and they want an interview next Friday.

Where were these eager beavers back in March?

All I can say is that I'm tickled pink. Perhaps because I already have a job, I don't smell as desperate to these folks. Hmm...could give me some negotiating power.

We shall see.

Anyway, just wanted to share the exciting news...it put a spring in my step.

xoxo

Ick Ack Ook

Ok, so I know, not what you wanted to see with your morning coffee, but look what I noticed this morning growing in between our linoleum in the kitchen. You see, I know you are probably judging me that my house is this dirty, especially in this particular spot. Except, what you don't understand is that when it rains here, and boy does it rain, water comes pouring in from our back door and streams all the way to the kitchen entrance. We keep towels there to sop up the water when we know it's going to rain.

I really wish our landlord would take care of the giant trees growing out of our gutters. Perhaps then, the water wouldn't come streaming into our kitchen via the back door. Just saying.

Hope you all have an awesome Thursday - take a moment to notice the little things today. Like the fungi growing on your kitchen floor.

xoxo

Wah Wah Wah Wah Wah

Wednesday! Where did YOU come from!?!

Wednesday. I like Wednesday. That means tomorrow is Thursday, which is my Friday.
Yeah, I gotta find a different job.

I was talking to my friend Jake last night and he observed that all I have done since I've been in New Orleans has been look for a job. That is very true.

I feel like I know the go-to job sites for this city and have a specific method to searching/applying, blah.blah.blah...

My mom is worried that I've lost my Can-Do attitude, and maybe I have a little. *sigh* I just need to get it back because I have come to realize that Oliver's bat-shit craziness illness has a lot to do with the stress that Kev and I are putting out in our household.

I like my job. I like who I work for and I feel like if I found a different job, I would be abandoning that person for selfish reasons. But, wait. Isn't that the point? I don't know what's going to happen and I can't foresee the future, but I do know that something has to change for me as far as a job.

So, the search is continuing, while I work where I work. This is necessary. The working.

And, finding a different, perhaps additional job.

I'm drowning in stress and if the kitties really do feel our emotions, all I can say is, "Kitties, I'm sorry if this stress hurts because I must admit, it's kind of starting to hurt me, too."

And Oliver. I love you despite yourself. We aren't giving up but PLEEAAAASEEEE get better!!!

Kingdom No. 5

Hey y'all...

I thought I'd let you know what's going on with our bat-shit crazy adorable fur baby, Oliver.

We visited the vet again last week, and of course it was quite traumatic for him. Oy. So, now he gets to take Zanax before he visits Dr. Scott. While I think this is probably a good thing for Oliver, this is probably more beneficial to Dr. Scott. I can't say I blame him - I think the vet techs at the office kind of hate Oliver. Now, when they see us coming, they give us a weak smile and sigh.

Anyway, back to the visit. The goal was to get another sample of his urine for testing, except Oliver had decided to use the bathroom in his carrier. STINKY STINKY STINKY STINKY STINKY

And we all know Oliver can be a diva about his appearance. Thank Tyrannosaurus Rex for the one vet tech that I adore - he just seems to "get" Oliver. Or, he's just extremely nice. While we were waiting to talk with Dr. Scott, he went ahead and bathed Oliver and took care of a knot that had formed in his fur on his chest. Then, he sprayed a pet perfume called "Kingdom No. 5" on him. He smelled lovely!

Since we couldn't get a sample on that visit, we took him back the next morning and they got the sample. Test results came back yesterday - he still has an infection. So, more antibiotics for Oliver and they are testing the culture to see what antibiotic will take this sucker down...

Please pray for Oliver and a speedy recovery - I think Kevin is reaching the end of his rope with these vet bills. But, I'm not giving up on him yet. We are so close!

A Comparison of Sorts....

Okay, so lately I have been reflecting about the breaking news stories that happen around here in New Orleans. Back in A-town, the news was hardly ever shocking or horrible, or at least too horrible, unless it was a national news story.

For grins, I thought it would be interesting to compare a headline news story from A-town's paper this morning to a headline news story from nola.com.

First off, we have A-town: "Four cows die in crash on Fritch highway"

Oh my goodness, these poor babies! What a terrible way to go, in a giant truck with all your friends and crash, bang, boom, your cow life as you know it is over. I'm glad no humans were harmed.

So I know there are probably a few more exciting headlines in Amarillo's paper today, but I am using this one for emphasis. They report the deaths of cows. Not all the time. But still.

There is something very safe about a community that reports cow deaths, don't you think?

Now we have New Orleans: "3 shootings overnight injure 5 people on the Westbank"

Yeah. Enough said. I think NOLA kicks A-town's ass when it comes to danger. Except that isn't necessarily a good thing. But, I am continuing my belief that if I can live in New Orleans and survive, then I can live anywhere.

I hope you all had a rockin' 4th of July!

xoxo

Gray with a chance of showers