Oh No!

Oh, my darlings! I haven’t blogged in forever. I am so truly sorry. I hope you have missed me as I have missed you.

So here’s the news in WaywardChild’s world: I got the job, and I moved. Sort of. I am on the right side of the mountain, but all of my belongings are still on the wrong side. Blah. I want to move this weekend, but there are some hold ups. Double Blah. The new job is…well, it’s different, yet the same. Same job, just much MUUUUCH longer hours and more workdays. Also, they blocked all of the internet at work. Yes, all of it. So no Hotmail. No Twitter. No Facebook. And most importantly, NOBLOGGING. Oi vey. Triple blah.

On to tonight, we’re having dinner at Cousin’s house. On the menu is: Ostrich Fillet (yum), egg noodles (don’t know yet) and oven roasted veggies and we’re going to venture into a port reduced type of sauce. Culinary delights! Wonder what’s for dessert though. (Side note: this is why I am able to blog. Cousin is nice enough to let me use his MacBook (heart) and internet)

Back to my wine. Which, for the record, is Boland Kelder: CappupinoCcinotage. Pinotage with cappuccino notes. HmmMmm.

Much Love, darlings.


Blogger Schmogger

So I haven’t had anything that I wanted to write about in quite some time. It’s quite sad, actually. Tomorrow is my last day at work. I need to come up with a hefty sum of money to cover the deposit on the new place I want to move in to by December. I don’t know where to start. Oi vey.

Today is WaywardMom’s birthday! Happy birthday, mama.

I couldn’t call myself a blogger, because (obviously) I don’t blog often enough. I’d love to start a food blog, but in the end, I would just be borrowing recipes from others and show you how I made it. Blah. Also, it wouldn’t do my figure any good, because who’s going to eat all the yummy treats I make? Me. I’m also not nearly active enough in my photography to blog about that every day. Hmm.. What to do?

Blogging is hard. Side note: the packing up of my life is going quite well. I only have like a quarter of the kitchen left to pack, and then all that’s left is my own room. The rest is basically done. And I have two days left, so I’m pretty sure I’ll finish in time.

Ooooh, I just had an idea! The man and I (mostly me) decided we will each get a turn every week to have date night. That means, once a week, I have to plan a lovely evening for the two of us, and he has to do it too (on a different day obviously). So in the future, probably from December onwards, each week I will share our date nights. All of us need a little help sometimes to keep the fire burning. So that’s my contribution.

The AMAZING Christmas gift has not yet arrived. Aaargh.

Day well spent

So I spent my day (or the first half of it at least, it’s only 1 PM now), reading a freshly pressed blog http://nerdyapplebottom.com

It’s funny. And honest, and I feel like I can relate to the writer, even though I don’t have any kids. I’m not even married.

Take a look at her blog.  She really is quite the writer. But that’s not entirely the point I was going to make. The point is this:

Can anyone ever be really truly happy? Can I be truly happy? So yes, I got a job, and it’s out of this dump of a town, away from people who are negative towards me. And yes, I’m excited, because I’m moving back to my man, and my friends, and family, and my darling sister. Not that I’m happy about leaving the other sister, but she’ll be joining us in a few weeks anyway. So yes, I’m excited. But I’m not really happy about the job. It’s not a step up on a higher rung on the ladder that is my career. I just got off my ladder, and started climbing a new one. So it’s not very appealing to me. I’m doing the same thing, for the same salary (in an environment where living costs are much higher) and I’d be working more hours. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not lazy. I’m willing to work hard. I just don’t know what I’m working for anymore. It doesn’t feel like I’m building a career. I’m losing my passion. I can see myself in 20 years, still working this mediocre job.

And few things scare and sadden me more than mediocrity. I wasn’t born to be ordinary. So I have a plan. And everybody will hate it. And maybe it’s not a good idea in the first place. But I’m going to think about it some, and if I’m ready, I will share.

On a side note, please send the most positive energy you can muster into the universe: My man is looking at a job too, and we’re hoping he gets it. Also, I have less than ONE week to move. And I’m broke. <Insert profanity here> And my sister might be very sick. 😦