Miss Kitty.  She lives on the stairs.

Miss Kitty.  She lives on the stairs.

I. Has. Cheezburger.

I. Has. Cheezburger.

iFAIL

So, I didn’t get that promotion at the children’s library. I really don’t get it. My supervisor acts like I’m Bill Gates incarnate because I can use a computer and I happen to be somewhat creative when it comes to kids, marketing materials, and teen-friendly programming, and yet I get turned down for a job doing pretty much just that, plus some lame data entry, because they chose someone who had more experience in data entry than I do. It’s DATA ENTRY! Is there even such a thing as “experience in Data Entry”? “Make THIS excell sheet look like THIS piece of paper.” I’m pretty sure I could’ve handled it. I guess I understand where they are coming from, but we really could have used the pay raise. I’m so tired of working all the time, and still only bringing in peanuts for pay. I would LOVE a full time job doing something I would be even remotely good at, and that PERFECT job opens up, and I don’t get it. It’s just so frustrating. I feel like it was right there, the thing that was going to move me so much closer to being happy and doing what I WANT to do rather than what I HAVE to do to make ends meet, but it slipped right through my fingers. What am I doing with my life? I want to sing. yeah right. other than American Idol, there’s pretty much no chance of that happening, and since I prefer my soul to be in ONE piece, that’s not really an option. I want to write. Ok. I write. Have I finished a book? No. Have I had anything published in any kind of journal? No. Am I being paid at all for doing what I’m doing in this category at the moment? No. I want to photograph people. What people? No one wants me to photograph them that can pay me for it. I want to create things that make people take notice. I create things that make people take notice…for $8.50 an hour at 30 hours a paycheck. What am I supposed to DO to be APPRECIATED? I am who I am, and aparently, that’s not where the money’s at. And where the money’s not: the kids aren’t, the house isn’t, the nice car isn’t, the college tuition so I can get out of this rut just ISN’T. Good thing people like to pay my husband for being who HE is, otherwise, I’m not really sure WEHRE we’d be.

me:does casual saturday constitute pj’s and a martini2go
boss: :D
me: :|
boss: :|

need volunteers for headshots for my portfolio. nw arkansas. you get to keep your headshot for free. :D holler.

this is so amazing.  I’d prolly cry if I saw this in person.

nado:

“planet”
this is so amazing. I’d prolly cry if I saw this in person.

nado:

“planet”

“Beware: The death of all productivity lies within” this has become applicable to every aspect of my life…

Cooking for Your Husband for Dummies?

So, I got married with the preconception that this whole “feeding each other” thing would be a mutual endeavor. Then I realized I was wrong. THEN I realized that I don’t know how to cook anything that doesn’t come out of a box. I mean don’t get me wrong. I can boil water and set the oven temperature and all that fancy stuff. I’m just not one of those women that prance around in they’re kitchen saying aloud “Hm, which of my grandmother’s recipes will I select from my betty crocker homemade cookbook to embark upon for supper today at 4 pm?” How does one compile a recipe repertoire? We’ve been married for over a year now, and I can list here from memory every meal I’ve ever cooked. Hamburger Helper (of several varieties) Baked chicken Fried chicken (without the skin and breading and all that of course) Shells and Cheese (with the occassional addition of chicken, broccolli, or hamburger meat and rotel) Fried rice (minute rice in the microwave, fried egg, fried chicken pieces, and a bag of mixed vegetables, with all the marinade/soy-sauce-esk liquids in the pantry fried up together) Frozen Pizza Delivered Pizza rewarmed in the oven Spaghetti Quick Chili (chili powder mix in a bag, canned tomatoes/sauce, fried hamburger, canned chili beans, water) Sloppy Joes Chicken Quesadillas Fajitas from the frozen section I’m pretty sure that’s it. It makes for an easy-to-remember shopping list, but to be frank I’m just as tired of eating it over and over as I am of cooking it. I can only imagine what lies behind my husband’s “It’s great honey” smile each night. What do young married couples eat? I’m not looking to produce homemade pasta and gourmet meals every night, but I could use some suggestions on some new and creative material. That being said, I’m a picky eater. I don’t like things like peppers or cucumber, zucchini, large chunks of tomato or anything like that. And I can tolerate a very small amount of spice. If everyone could share a recipe or two, I’d be greatful :)

The bottom half of my face.  Enjoy.

The bottom half of my face. Enjoy.