Hey. Times are tough!
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=FgXvR97Wk6g
Adequate box: free
Wrapping paper and bow: $3.50
Getting "bitch-slapped" : priceless!
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Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Friday, December 5, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Ode to C.F.
I was just watching "Gavin and Stacey," a brilliant comedy on the BBC. The episode featured this beautiful and bittersweet song by Snow Patrol, "You Could Be Happy." Instantly, I thought of C.F.
I miss him. But, no matter what, I will always wish him to be happy, even though it will never be with me.
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=qqEd-5OooM0
I miss him. But, no matter what, I will always wish him to be happy, even though it will never be with me.
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=qqEd-5OooM0
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!
Change is on the horizon here in the good ol' USA! What a great feeling it was to vote today. To know that good things may begin to happen again here.
Mother and I went to vote in the early afternoon. We were there during a "slow" time and did not face much of a line. After placing our votes, we put on our "I Voted" stickers and went on about our way.
First stop: library. I picked up two guitar books, "The 'First Stage' Guitar Book" by Chris Lopez and "All About Guitar" by Tom Kolb; as well as "Piano for Dummies." My first "dummy" book. Having never considered myself a "dummy" I have not utilized any books from the series.
Second stop: Taco Bell for the free "I Voted" tacos. Too bad they weren't the taco vendor that was offering them. It was "Bob's Taco" in a neighboring town. Very well...
Third stop: Starbucks. Now Starbucks WAS offering a free large coffee to all of the voters. Why not? What can you really get for free these days? And hey, I'm a little strapped right now!
Once I arrived back home, I preheated the oven and began doctoring my Freschetta Supreme Pizza. I added seasoned ground beef, extra yellow onion, extra sauce, and feta cheese... delicious! I ate four slices! I hadn't eaten the entire day, in my defense.
"Textman" had come over. He looked great! Had a nice closely trimmed beard with a few splashes of grey. I'm usually not that fond of facial hair, but it highlighted his bone structure, which is quite lovely to me. He had been "out with the boys" and proclaimed himself to be a bit tipsy. Textman is easy to get along with, and pretty easy on the eyes, but, having him here made it clear to me how much C.F. still lingers in my mind. C.F. and I truly connected. Something that hasn't occurred in quite some time. It's not that I can't live without him, or that I fear I'll never have that again... C.F. reminded me how wonderful it feels when you really make that connection.
As Textman made a very valiant attempt at Hollywood-worthy lovemaking, I found myself feeling like a man. Once I had "reached my destiny," I wanted him to go. However, he wasn't finished. I thought it would never end! I found myself wishing I had a timer on the nightstand and a list of rules. I decided I would "graciously" allow a man 10 minutes after my orgasm to reach his. If the timer goes off and he isn't done... tough. Time to put on the pants and show yourself out.
The bed was squeaking. Obviously, I don't have sex often, or that damned bed would be lit afire! I could hardly take it! Did this not drive him nuts? Stop! I just wanted the squeaking and the source of the squeaking to stop!
Textman and I have "hooked up" a few times over the last seven months. He has always drifted off for about 20 minutes and then quickly departed. Not only did he overstay his 20 minutes... he was SNORING! I laid there thinking of C.F. snoring, and how charming I thought it was. This was not charming to me. If not a testament to the power of a connection, this was at least testament to my state of mind.
Finally, he got up! He quietly grabbed his clothes and left the room. I pretended to be sleeping, hiding my glee that the snoring man beast was going to be gone soon. Then he came back into the room, kissed me, told me not to get out of bed, and to call him tomorrow? WHAT? Normally, that would be a good thing, but after realizing that I still have a strong desire for true love, I don't think pursuing him is something I want to do.
I've learned a lesson. I am not a "hook up" girl. As much as I long for a steady and satisfying sex life, I truly want "the one." I'm glad I "did it." My brave encounter really put things into perspective for me.
I had to call the auto repair shop again myself. Third call with not one call back. Not the best customer service. They aren't sure if they have the part they need, so I won't know how soon my car will be fixed of its ailments. Ugh.
Tomorrow I meet with the unemployment rep. I'm really hoping she will have some encouraging news. Later in the evening I plan to attend a free training seminar about sitting on a non-profit board. Can't hurt my resume, and it's FREE. Ideally, I'd like to be employed by a non-profit organization and become a more active citizen in my community. So this is a step in the right direction.
Lots of changes in the air. Let's hope they are all good ones!
Mother and I went to vote in the early afternoon. We were there during a "slow" time and did not face much of a line. After placing our votes, we put on our "I Voted" stickers and went on about our way.
First stop: library. I picked up two guitar books, "The 'First Stage' Guitar Book" by Chris Lopez and "All About Guitar" by Tom Kolb; as well as "Piano for Dummies." My first "dummy" book. Having never considered myself a "dummy" I have not utilized any books from the series.
Second stop: Taco Bell for the free "I Voted" tacos. Too bad they weren't the taco vendor that was offering them. It was "Bob's Taco" in a neighboring town. Very well...
Third stop: Starbucks. Now Starbucks WAS offering a free large coffee to all of the voters. Why not? What can you really get for free these days? And hey, I'm a little strapped right now!
Once I arrived back home, I preheated the oven and began doctoring my Freschetta Supreme Pizza. I added seasoned ground beef, extra yellow onion, extra sauce, and feta cheese... delicious! I ate four slices! I hadn't eaten the entire day, in my defense.
"Textman" had come over. He looked great! Had a nice closely trimmed beard with a few splashes of grey. I'm usually not that fond of facial hair, but it highlighted his bone structure, which is quite lovely to me. He had been "out with the boys" and proclaimed himself to be a bit tipsy. Textman is easy to get along with, and pretty easy on the eyes, but, having him here made it clear to me how much C.F. still lingers in my mind. C.F. and I truly connected. Something that hasn't occurred in quite some time. It's not that I can't live without him, or that I fear I'll never have that again... C.F. reminded me how wonderful it feels when you really make that connection.
As Textman made a very valiant attempt at Hollywood-worthy lovemaking, I found myself feeling like a man. Once I had "reached my destiny," I wanted him to go. However, he wasn't finished. I thought it would never end! I found myself wishing I had a timer on the nightstand and a list of rules. I decided I would "graciously" allow a man 10 minutes after my orgasm to reach his. If the timer goes off and he isn't done... tough. Time to put on the pants and show yourself out.
The bed was squeaking. Obviously, I don't have sex often, or that damned bed would be lit afire! I could hardly take it! Did this not drive him nuts? Stop! I just wanted the squeaking and the source of the squeaking to stop!
Textman and I have "hooked up" a few times over the last seven months. He has always drifted off for about 20 minutes and then quickly departed. Not only did he overstay his 20 minutes... he was SNORING! I laid there thinking of C.F. snoring, and how charming I thought it was. This was not charming to me. If not a testament to the power of a connection, this was at least testament to my state of mind.
Finally, he got up! He quietly grabbed his clothes and left the room. I pretended to be sleeping, hiding my glee that the snoring man beast was going to be gone soon. Then he came back into the room, kissed me, told me not to get out of bed, and to call him tomorrow? WHAT? Normally, that would be a good thing, but after realizing that I still have a strong desire for true love, I don't think pursuing him is something I want to do.
I've learned a lesson. I am not a "hook up" girl. As much as I long for a steady and satisfying sex life, I truly want "the one." I'm glad I "did it." My brave encounter really put things into perspective for me.
I had to call the auto repair shop again myself. Third call with not one call back. Not the best customer service. They aren't sure if they have the part they need, so I won't know how soon my car will be fixed of its ailments. Ugh.
Tomorrow I meet with the unemployment rep. I'm really hoping she will have some encouraging news. Later in the evening I plan to attend a free training seminar about sitting on a non-profit board. Can't hurt my resume, and it's FREE. Ideally, I'd like to be employed by a non-profit organization and become a more active citizen in my community. So this is a step in the right direction.
Lots of changes in the air. Let's hope they are all good ones!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
What Gives?
After my latest bout with sleeplessness, I decided it was time to take a few days off from the world. A few days of peace, quiet and relaxation. A chance to refuel, rejuvenate, rekindle.
How dare I?!
Brian had called a few times. I already messaged him and said I was taking a "time out." Even explained why. Either he doesn't understand English, or plain doesn't give a shit! I just received a message from one of his girl friends, calling from his phone, asking why I hadn't called him back. Are you kidding me? Wasn't high school like twenty years ago?
I'm afraid my guitar lessons may have to cease. I can't have someone pressuring me right now. I'm not very comfortable with this situation. It leaves me wondering if people are capable for giving for the sake of giving. I always wind up "owing" people something. I had offered to help him organize his business in exchange for the lessons. A legitimate barter. I'm not one who takes advantage of people, in fact, I rarely accept help at all, and especially don't ask for it.
I've got a lot on my plate right now. My top priority is solving this job/money situation. Not entering into some strong-armed relationship over guitar lessons. I thought that we could surely be friends after all of this time, and wasn't planning on anything else. I can't plan. I've got "life" to handle right now. Why is this so hard to understand? I made myself pretty clear, or so I thought.
What gives?
How dare I?!
Brian had called a few times. I already messaged him and said I was taking a "time out." Even explained why. Either he doesn't understand English, or plain doesn't give a shit! I just received a message from one of his girl friends, calling from his phone, asking why I hadn't called him back. Are you kidding me? Wasn't high school like twenty years ago?
I'm afraid my guitar lessons may have to cease. I can't have someone pressuring me right now. I'm not very comfortable with this situation. It leaves me wondering if people are capable for giving for the sake of giving. I always wind up "owing" people something. I had offered to help him organize his business in exchange for the lessons. A legitimate barter. I'm not one who takes advantage of people, in fact, I rarely accept help at all, and especially don't ask for it.
I've got a lot on my plate right now. My top priority is solving this job/money situation. Not entering into some strong-armed relationship over guitar lessons. I thought that we could surely be friends after all of this time, and wasn't planning on anything else. I can't plan. I've got "life" to handle right now. Why is this so hard to understand? I made myself pretty clear, or so I thought.
What gives?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Oh Sooooooo Hot!
I had a HOT evening.
A spicy evening.
And, oh, was it satisfying.
You can't count on a man pleasuring you... but you sure can have a hot time with Caribbean Jerk Chicken Wings.
Ah. The single life.
After enjoying delicious chicken wings, I returned home with my "guitar teacher." He helped me move some chairs into my empty bedroom upstairs: the future "jam room." And then I attempted to play a C chord on the guitar. It's rather funny watching the knuckle on my middle finger bend and wobble like it were made of rubber! I didn't have any success with it tonight, but, I will try again tomorrow. I had trouble with the G chord, my first night, and had it mastered the second day. So, I am hoping my fingers cooperate.
I wound up being up all night last night. Would have been asleep by midnight, but I had received a call from the Irishman, and from Brian. The Irishman may have lost his job. We didn't get into the details at all because his phone ran out of credits. He had asked if I wanted him to come this weekend! What? I'm thinking he'd get here and then not have money to get back! And, I don't have enough money to support two people. I don't have enough money to fully support my own existence right now. It would be nice to have the company. I'm a little nervous about turning into a recluse! That would be tragic!
Thankfully, I have some appointments tomorrow. So I will be leaving the house again! I hate being cooped up! I'm not the coopin' kind! There's a big beautiful world I want to explore out there!
A spicy evening.
And, oh, was it satisfying.
You can't count on a man pleasuring you... but you sure can have a hot time with Caribbean Jerk Chicken Wings.
Ah. The single life.
After enjoying delicious chicken wings, I returned home with my "guitar teacher." He helped me move some chairs into my empty bedroom upstairs: the future "jam room." And then I attempted to play a C chord on the guitar. It's rather funny watching the knuckle on my middle finger bend and wobble like it were made of rubber! I didn't have any success with it tonight, but, I will try again tomorrow. I had trouble with the G chord, my first night, and had it mastered the second day. So, I am hoping my fingers cooperate.
I wound up being up all night last night. Would have been asleep by midnight, but I had received a call from the Irishman, and from Brian. The Irishman may have lost his job. We didn't get into the details at all because his phone ran out of credits. He had asked if I wanted him to come this weekend! What? I'm thinking he'd get here and then not have money to get back! And, I don't have enough money to support two people. I don't have enough money to fully support my own existence right now. It would be nice to have the company. I'm a little nervous about turning into a recluse! That would be tragic!
Thankfully, I have some appointments tomorrow. So I will be leaving the house again! I hate being cooped up! I'm not the coopin' kind! There's a big beautiful world I want to explore out there!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
The Cold War
Poverty sucks! It is literally a cold-hearted condition! In an attempt to keep the bills I'm already having trouble paying from getting any higher... I've resorted to using some space heaters to keep the house slightly above freezing. Well, they aren't very effective. My outfit sure is "HOT" though: full-length wool socks, sweatpants, a long-sleeve T, short-sleeve T, and a hooded sweatshirt. All in various "uplifting" shades of gray.
Sleeping has been difficult the past few days. Only caught an hour Sunday before I cleaned an entire house on an empty stomach. So today was a waste, unless I was registered for the Guinness Book of World Records most sleep in one day title. I did write up a "schedule" for myself last night. Something to make me feel a little more purposeful and directed.
I'm into my seventh month of this... and it is shear hell. I hate it. You are fighting to pay your bills. Fighting to hang on to your pride. Fighting to live with purpose. Fighting to keep your "chin up." Fighting to find a job. Fighting the urge to give up. Fighting to keep warm. Fighting to get out of bed...
I did pick up the guitar tonight. Strummed the G chord a bit. My fingers went into the proper position much easier than yesterday! Looked up some other chords on the computer, but didn't find anything I felt I could learn without picking up potential mistakes. Can't be a bad thing to get used to the feel of handling the guitar and strumming it. I played around with lifting and replacing my fingers while strumming. I'll surely have at least one more supervised lesson this week. I have two chairs in the garage I was going to sell for cash, but, my friend made a comment that my empty upstairs bedroom would make a good "jam room." Maybe I'll keep them for now and haul them up there.
I'll be back in the unemployment office on Thursday to check the status of my extension paperwork. I'm hoping to be able to meet with the case worker in charge of the "OJT" program. I don't have time to worry about tuition and more schooling. I NEED a job. Yesterday!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Random Rockin Recap
Hello boys and girls! I'm back.
Considering I'm a little anal about efficiency, I think it best to simply recap the highlights of the last couple days.
Saturday night: Spent the first part of the day in bed. Hadn't been feeling well. Coughing and sinus congestion subsided, but still had a bit of discomfort and just plain ill feeling in my stomach. Brian picked me up at 6:30 and we went to dinner in a small town about a half an hour away. "The County Seat" is a nice, yet non-pretentious restaurant in the downtown area. Lots of interesting architectural features and always an enjoyable meal. We came back to my place and he looked through some of my photographs, read my yet to be published book, and a collection of poetry I had written as far back as junior high. Brian has played guitar for about 25 years, and he has committed to assist me in learning how to play. My piano needs tuning and repair, so I can't really focus on learning that right now.
Sunday: Resting, recovering, and laziness.
Monday: Left early in the morning to clean for an elderly couple. Absolutely adorable they were! 86 and 88 years old. Married for 70 years! Took a short nap, and then got up for my guitar lesson. Brian is letting me borrow a bass and a six-string to learn on. My brief bits of musical training were very sporadic and spread out. I do have a pretty good understanding of the basics of music and the terminology, but he was getting a little complex for my first night. I am someone who learns by doing, and applying my knowledge. So all I am completely confident with tonight, is the G major chord, and the fact that my pinkie finger is going to require some serious training to play it well. I also must cut my fingernails, which thankfully, is not a big deal to me.
Not only did I get two guitars, and a free guitar lesson... he cooked me dinner too! Can't beat that!
My bills are out of control. Have no clue how I'm going to make it this next month without borrowing money. I HATE borrowing money. The desperation is growing ever stronger, and I am clumsily clinging on to the hope that "Everything will work out." It has to!
Considering I'm a little anal about efficiency, I think it best to simply recap the highlights of the last couple days.
Saturday night: Spent the first part of the day in bed. Hadn't been feeling well. Coughing and sinus congestion subsided, but still had a bit of discomfort and just plain ill feeling in my stomach. Brian picked me up at 6:30 and we went to dinner in a small town about a half an hour away. "The County Seat" is a nice, yet non-pretentious restaurant in the downtown area. Lots of interesting architectural features and always an enjoyable meal. We came back to my place and he looked through some of my photographs, read my yet to be published book, and a collection of poetry I had written as far back as junior high. Brian has played guitar for about 25 years, and he has committed to assist me in learning how to play. My piano needs tuning and repair, so I can't really focus on learning that right now.
Sunday: Resting, recovering, and laziness.
Monday: Left early in the morning to clean for an elderly couple. Absolutely adorable they were! 86 and 88 years old. Married for 70 years! Took a short nap, and then got up for my guitar lesson. Brian is letting me borrow a bass and a six-string to learn on. My brief bits of musical training were very sporadic and spread out. I do have a pretty good understanding of the basics of music and the terminology, but he was getting a little complex for my first night. I am someone who learns by doing, and applying my knowledge. So all I am completely confident with tonight, is the G major chord, and the fact that my pinkie finger is going to require some serious training to play it well. I also must cut my fingernails, which thankfully, is not a big deal to me.
Not only did I get two guitars, and a free guitar lesson... he cooked me dinner too! Can't beat that!
My bills are out of control. Have no clue how I'm going to make it this next month without borrowing money. I HATE borrowing money. The desperation is growing ever stronger, and I am clumsily clinging on to the hope that "Everything will work out." It has to!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Good Morning World!
Good Morning to you! Mona is up and at 'em. Sipping some delicious coffee and perched at the table with piles of research and notes. A friend of mine hired me to write up a speech/presentation for her meeting with a local foundation. I suppose it is my first "gig" as a writer. The first one I can recall getting paid for, that is.
Getting started hasn't been easy! I'm not sure if it's the pressure of receiving money, or the fact that it is a "controlled" work, that is causing me trouble. But, today is the day that it must be done and I typically don't collapse under pressure.
As I'm sitting here, my new friend, the piano, is in the corner of my eye. And I'm wanting to play it! It's as if it is calling me to entertain it after years of neglect! However, I have little training and no music books here... and that poor old thing needs to be tuned. But we are together now. And I'm hoping we have a very loving and playful relationship over the years!
Have yourselves a wonderful morning! This "professional writer" ;) has got work to do!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
I'm In Love...
What an absolutely wonderful time my cousin and I had! I haven't laughed that much and that regularly in the course of one day in far too long! The weather was great! The people of the city were nice and welcoming. The hotel, a "Hilton," was very nice... and don't they have the most comfortable beds in the world! Too bad I was busy soaking in all of the fun and didn't spend much time in it!
The location of the show: The Embassy Theater in Fort Wayne, Indiana. This venue is definitely a must-see for anyone who appreciates history and intricate architecture! Gorgeous! A very nice size too! We had no issues getting in or out of the concert, and I didn't even have to wait a half an hour in a mile long line to pee in a dirty bathroom strewn with toilet paper! Nope! You were next in line at the Embassy!
We saw BEN FOLDS and the Fort Wayne Philharmonic Orchestra! Phenomenal show! The orchestra played a nice mix of classical and contemporary music. My favorite being the Beatles medley. Now Ben Folds... if you aren't a Ben Folds fan, you should be. I don't think I have ever been more impressed with a performer's connection and interaction with the crowd. You got a sense that he truly loves his fans, especially when he invited the crowd to sing in a few songs... even stopping to teach the right key! His music is unique, creative, witty and fun. His piano playing: AMAZING!
Afterwards, we walked to a nearby pub so my cousin could have an "adult" beverage. The conductors from the show happened to be there. We yucked it up a bit with the locals and some of the Philharmonic talents, and then headed to another place for a bit. I, being the ass that I am, actually stopped on the empty dance floor and indulged in a little gratuitous booty shaking on the way out. My ass hadn't seen a bar or a dancefloor in years. It was good for a laugh from the crowd! I'll never see those people again anyway!
Before we left town we ate at "Tuscani's" (downtown Fort Wayne). I was so hungry I could hardly read, so I went right to the item that said "voted best pizza." The "hand-pinched sausage" pizza. Us pizza lover's are pretty serious about our pizza... so I figured it had to at least be good. And was it ever! The cheese! The crust! The sauce! LOVE! I'm in love with a pizza!
Can't say enough about the time I had. Beautiful in so many ways. I'll never forget it! I needed that escape so badly! However, I am quite tired from all of the elation, and still sorting through the treasured memories... so I will leave it at that for now. Goodnight kiddos!
The location of the show: The Embassy Theater in Fort Wayne, Indiana. This venue is definitely a must-see for anyone who appreciates history and intricate architecture! Gorgeous! A very nice size too! We had no issues getting in or out of the concert, and I didn't even have to wait a half an hour in a mile long line to pee in a dirty bathroom strewn with toilet paper! Nope! You were next in line at the Embassy!
We saw BEN FOLDS and the Fort Wayne Philharmonic Orchestra! Phenomenal show! The orchestra played a nice mix of classical and contemporary music. My favorite being the Beatles medley. Now Ben Folds... if you aren't a Ben Folds fan, you should be. I don't think I have ever been more impressed with a performer's connection and interaction with the crowd. You got a sense that he truly loves his fans, especially when he invited the crowd to sing in a few songs... even stopping to teach the right key! His music is unique, creative, witty and fun. His piano playing: AMAZING!
Afterwards, we walked to a nearby pub so my cousin could have an "adult" beverage. The conductors from the show happened to be there. We yucked it up a bit with the locals and some of the Philharmonic talents, and then headed to another place for a bit. I, being the ass that I am, actually stopped on the empty dance floor and indulged in a little gratuitous booty shaking on the way out. My ass hadn't seen a bar or a dancefloor in years. It was good for a laugh from the crowd! I'll never see those people again anyway!
Before we left town we ate at "Tuscani's" (downtown Fort Wayne). I was so hungry I could hardly read, so I went right to the item that said "voted best pizza." The "hand-pinched sausage" pizza. Us pizza lover's are pretty serious about our pizza... so I figured it had to at least be good. And was it ever! The cheese! The crust! The sauce! LOVE! I'm in love with a pizza!
Can't say enough about the time I had. Beautiful in so many ways. I'll never forget it! I needed that escape so badly! However, I am quite tired from all of the elation, and still sorting through the treasured memories... so I will leave it at that for now. Goodnight kiddos!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Incurably In Love...
Apparently, all of my "lovers" are drunk tonight... again, the universal drunken confessions of affection...
My "creative friend" and I were engaged in another email marathon... and he confessed to being "a bit tipsy" which turned into requited flirtations... the death of his laptop battery finally put a stop to it. He was emailing me while playing piano at his rehearsal... God that's hot.
And my darling Irish friend has called me again. Not once... but twice. He's told me that he has never written a poem in his life... and the letter I should receive shortly will contain two.
I'm smitten with both of them.
And they are both entirely inaccessible to me. So as I have a soap opera type fantasy of two wonderful men, both incurably in love with me... fighting for my affection... I leave you with this "soundtrack" for the episode:
Friday, September 12, 2008
My Sex Tape
If I ever acquire a sex life... I think it will go something like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN0oDnoc3-c
Fuckin hilarious... and true!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN0oDnoc3-c
Fuckin hilarious... and true!
Monday, September 1, 2008
The Current State of Mona
It's Monday night. The end of the holiday weekend. Friday was spent doing housework and sitting in the sun. Saturday was date night. Sunday I was a complete waste as I was feeling very ill. Today, I grilled burgers,brats and sweet corn for my aunt, cousin and mother, and made potato salad. Mother brought baked beans, and my aunt brought tomato salad and peach cobbler. We enjoyed a scrumptious meal, followed by a few games of Yahtzee. It was so nice to spend time entertaining family. Something I wish I could do more of.
I sent a resume and cover letter by fax to an OB/GYN office position and then located an HR Assistant position with a non-profit organization in town. I would LOVE to work for a non-profit. I could care less about the pay. It wouldn't be less than my current income, and I find helping others to be extremely rewarding. I have decided to take my resume and cover letter in personally tomorrow morning. Call me crazy, but a voice was telling me to take it in. I kept considering faxing it and the voice kept insisting. I decided to listen.
In Friday's mail, I received my letter from the Department of Human Services regarding my food assistance application. They are allowing me $10. I'm not sure what the going rate is for Ramen Noodles, but I doubt $10 will provide one month's worth. Unemployment runs out in 8 weeks. Something needs to give. Soon.
A small but beautiful surprise occurred when I was home alone after my dud date with Patrick. I had Sirius Channel 21 on and a song caught my ear. It was "You Don't Know Me" by Ben Folds and Regina Spektor. I decided it MUST be on my other MySpace page and looked up Ben. What a musical genius he is! "The Luckiest" has to be one of the most moving love songs I have ever heard, and "The Bitch Went Nutz" is just plain righteous! I shot him a few crazed emails and he wrote back!!! I'm going to a show in October!!! YES!
To summarize the Current State of Mona... I haven't given up. I'm taking life as it comes and still busting my ass to try and change my circumstances. I am putting myself out there for education, work, dating, and joy. Something inside me tells me that a new opportunity is on its way... but the black-and-white logic driven part of my brain is mildly anxious. I'm clinging to balance. Maintaining balance in all dynamics of life is the key to surviving. When I have a bad day, I try very hard to make the next a good one. I had a good day today. Let's shoot for two in a row!
I sent a resume and cover letter by fax to an OB/GYN office position and then located an HR Assistant position with a non-profit organization in town. I would LOVE to work for a non-profit. I could care less about the pay. It wouldn't be less than my current income, and I find helping others to be extremely rewarding. I have decided to take my resume and cover letter in personally tomorrow morning. Call me crazy, but a voice was telling me to take it in. I kept considering faxing it and the voice kept insisting. I decided to listen.
In Friday's mail, I received my letter from the Department of Human Services regarding my food assistance application. They are allowing me $10. I'm not sure what the going rate is for Ramen Noodles, but I doubt $10 will provide one month's worth. Unemployment runs out in 8 weeks. Something needs to give. Soon.
A small but beautiful surprise occurred when I was home alone after my dud date with Patrick. I had Sirius Channel 21 on and a song caught my ear. It was "You Don't Know Me" by Ben Folds and Regina Spektor. I decided it MUST be on my other MySpace page and looked up Ben. What a musical genius he is! "The Luckiest" has to be one of the most moving love songs I have ever heard, and "The Bitch Went Nutz" is just plain righteous! I shot him a few crazed emails and he wrote back!!! I'm going to a show in October!!! YES!
To summarize the Current State of Mona... I haven't given up. I'm taking life as it comes and still busting my ass to try and change my circumstances. I am putting myself out there for education, work, dating, and joy. Something inside me tells me that a new opportunity is on its way... but the black-and-white logic driven part of my brain is mildly anxious. I'm clinging to balance. Maintaining balance in all dynamics of life is the key to surviving. When I have a bad day, I try very hard to make the next a good one. I had a good day today. Let's shoot for two in a row!
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