Out of the Frying Pan and into the Recliner

Did I mention that I quit my job?

I was suffering from some major burnout. You try teaching high school for four years. I remember when I was in high school, I told my teachers I wanted to be a teacher, they all tried to talk me out of it. Oh how I should have listened...

Anyway, I quit, without a definite job lined up (learned that from the "Un-Ex"), and as luck would have it, I got a new job the following week...50 yards from my house. I work at a school, but not teaching and I'm making a crap load more money than I was when I was rockin' classrooms. I go home for lunch and bake cookies. I stay late a work because my commute is 52 seconds (that's if I wait at the crosswalk).Today was the last day of school at New Job. With no kids around, my primary job functions have been cut in half for the next 9 weeks, and I'm expected to take 2 weeks off (paid). Don't hate y'all.

Life is good for the moment. I think I may actually say my prayers tonight.
The last 8 months have been the darkest of my adult life, but I survived them with grace, and even managed keep my faith in humanity and myself.

Party Panic

In 27 hours there's supposed to be a party at my house...





I can't even begin to imagine what this is going to be like. Mysterio appeared from the depths last night with 2 plastic gallon bottles of "Uncle Viktor's" Vodka, and five rolls of toilet paper reminding me, "When you have a party...you need lots of toilet paper." iPod asked him about the decorations he's doing and he said he was going downstairs to cut up his newspaper. This concerns me.

In 26 hours and 55 minutes there's going to be a party at my house...right?

When I get nervous I overbook myself. For example, tonight Craig and I are supposed to go to what may turn out to be a swingers party (don't ask), tomorrow afternoon his company picnic and then our own party and hour later.

So far we have no food, no decor, it's raining, and I've gotten about 10 "I can't make it!" phone calls and emails. But fear not we have PLENTY of toilet paper.

Oh God, what if no one shows up?...Oh, God what if someone shows up? I gotta pull myself together. When Craig gets home I'm gonna get him to go shopping with me, then we'll get drunk "testing" all the alcohol. I'll make some jello shots, pasta salad and appetizers, and stuff for the grill. We also have to figure out how to wire the porn in the bathrooms...(intrigued aren't you?)

In 26hours and 35 minutes there's going to be a slamming party at my house!





Between the "mini-thugs", lesbians, journalists,Germans, playas, bootie girls, metro-goths, catholics and metrosexuals, this should be an interesting night.


BTW-Check out the 2 new links-one is for iPod's blog (the picture of him there is awful) the other is for Teen Girl Squad, a twisted comic iPod turned me on to (thanks dude, and stop calling me Brownie!)