“…got to make sure it’s right, so until tomorrow…”

Another Thursday.
Another NIE delivery.
Another day in the office.

I’m in a bit of a rut lately.
Problem is, I’m not sure how to fix it.
I want a challenge.
I want a change.

My immediate dreams were effectively crushed this morning.
It was sad.
I was in a funk for a couple hours.
But that wasn’t going to change anything.
Now I blog.
Which also helps nothing, but it makes me feel better.

I want life to progress.
The rut is deep.

On a happy note, I’m making great headway on my personal New Year’s Resolution.
That I can control.
My rut has so many factors beyond my control—hence why it’s a tad bit depressing.

Can’t dwell.
Must move forward.
Try another avenue.
The rut will end eventually.

Stopped by Cashew Inn yesterday for some lunch.
It’s hard to believe it’s been 5 years since I worked there.
Still great cashew chicken.

I’m in the middle of a book I hadn’t planned on reading and now can’t put down.

NIXPO this weekend.
I’m working this 9-11 shift.
Free candy for friends who stop by.
But only if you know the secret code word.
If you have to ask, you don’t know the secret code word.
(I’m so Fight Club. Where’s Ed Norton.)
It’s not like Fight Club at all.

Ramen for lunch.
Again.
Starting to get tired of them.
However, for the price and nutritional content—they are a steal.

Company Internet training tomorrow.
I think that says it all.

Pork chops with an onion apple chutney and mashed potatoes for dinner.
One of my recent favs.
We are to the “recipe memorized, now modify to taste” stage.
Also, I might make cookies.
Feels like a cookie night.
And wine.
It should always be a cookie and wine night.

A/C is on in the office now.
And so it begins.

Spent most of the day yesterday in the park taking pictures of kids.
(In a non-creeper way)
Not a bad way to spend an afternoon.

Waiting for an interview at 3:30.
Want to go home.

I think a Target run for new summer sandals is in order.
Maybe even stock up on flip-flops from Old Navy.
Yes Adam, I do need more flip-flops.

I’m already tired of election season.
The GOP candidates.
Their commercials.
Their lies.
They all suck—end of story.

Adams and I are going to attempt to whitewash our side porch.
I’m not even sure how to do that.
The joys of being a homeowner.
Next step, tree trimming.
We’re thinking of planting a garden this year.
At the very least, Topsy-Turvey tomatoes.
Those, I think we can handle.

Danny turns 5 on Monday.

I missed my CD collection today.
Drove to Chadwick with the windows down.
Wanted to sing.
Radio sucks.
Damn the bastard thief who stole them from my car.

What is it about spring that makes people so happy?
The warmth.
The flowers.
The shoes.

My Pinterest boards are getting too full.
I need to sub-categorize more.
Too many ideas for the new home.
Whenever that will be.

No more progress has been made on my yard sale.

I need some chocolate.
I’ve been told that’s not a good statement.
I don’t need chocolate.
I want chocolate.
I maintain, I need chocolate.
Other people are just wrong.

Millie passed her physical and is good to go for another few months.
I gave her a bath as a reward.
New car smell—mmmmm.

I painted my nails a new color: Safari chic.
It’s like a gray, green, blue ish combo.
It’s been three days.
Still not sure if I like it.

It's hat time.