Here's to hoping that a quick blog post will get my juices flowing so I can finish JUST ONE of my Minnesota Historical Society applications. I know it's all part of the bureaucratic process... weed out the unworthy, blah blah blah... but really.
Each application requires the MHS standard paperwork, as well as the supplemental application for the site, the availability forms, consent waivers, a resume and a cover letter. I'm looking at eleven pages of work for one app... and this is just the one I really want. There are others.
So I drank some Tequila.
If I just drink the Jameson, I'll finish it, and I'm not THAT rude of a house guest.
You see, I'm house sitting. This gig entails throwing wood into stoves every few hours, talking to cats, eating pineapple, and watching Netflix. Pretty standard. Today, in chatting with me mum, we decided that I could make a career of this shit. I love animals, and I love pretending to be a grown up. What better way than by infiltrating the very homes of the grown ups, eating their grown up food, and enjoying their grown up luxuries. All while not constrained by the suffering that is also being a grown up. WOOO!
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Budgets and Beers and Boys in Bands in Bars
Dog sitting.
A time of solitude and reflection.
Meditation.
Betterment.
A paid hiatus.
This time around, I thought I'd do a purge of sorts. Yesterday, I left my house and all bad habits behind, so that this weekend, I can purify my mind, body and spirit after a real whirlwind of a holiday season.
I'm so serious right now, that I'm drinking juice, and not the stuff you get in a jug. No. I made juice with an actual, "Magic Bullet." Spinach, Peas, Strawberries, Blue Berries, and Raspberries. Yup. Nothing says purge like Juice Fast!
However, there IS a freezer full of frozen pizzas, and… I probably won't be able to resist cooking up a beef tenderloin tonight. B & L brought home 50lbs of beef, and told me to eat it. Soooo…
It's three pm, and for once I am wishing it was dark out, as I feel guilty plugging into Netflix while the sun still shines… Even if that sun is shining on an 8 below day.
You see, my seasonal Mall job ended, so now I'm retired. Unlike my other Conservation Corps Peers, I delayed retirement for a whole month. I'm glad I did, but now they're all getting jobs already, and I'm just starting my new life. A life that, five days in has been a blast.
Under a week ago, I went with a Boy to see a Band called the drug Budget. I think my subconscious had a plan for me, because while on the surface I was like, "Whatever, I know these people…" Deep down, the intent was to summon the courage to get back with them. I did. I am through the roof excited.
This will increase both my trumpet output, and free beer input, which when combined greatly expands the party factor. Exponentially cooler than PAYING for drinks, and WATCHING other people perform.
All of this important to consider over the coming months as my retirement budget shrinks and shrinks.
Four more days here. I'll be back.
A time of solitude and reflection.
Meditation.
Betterment.
A paid hiatus.
This time around, I thought I'd do a purge of sorts. Yesterday, I left my house and all bad habits behind, so that this weekend, I can purify my mind, body and spirit after a real whirlwind of a holiday season.
I'm so serious right now, that I'm drinking juice, and not the stuff you get in a jug. No. I made juice with an actual, "Magic Bullet." Spinach, Peas, Strawberries, Blue Berries, and Raspberries. Yup. Nothing says purge like Juice Fast!
However, there IS a freezer full of frozen pizzas, and… I probably won't be able to resist cooking up a beef tenderloin tonight. B & L brought home 50lbs of beef, and told me to eat it. Soooo…
It's three pm, and for once I am wishing it was dark out, as I feel guilty plugging into Netflix while the sun still shines… Even if that sun is shining on an 8 below day.
You see, my seasonal Mall job ended, so now I'm retired. Unlike my other Conservation Corps Peers, I delayed retirement for a whole month. I'm glad I did, but now they're all getting jobs already, and I'm just starting my new life. A life that, five days in has been a blast.
Under a week ago, I went with a Boy to see a Band called the drug Budget. I think my subconscious had a plan for me, because while on the surface I was like, "Whatever, I know these people…" Deep down, the intent was to summon the courage to get back with them. I did. I am through the roof excited.
This will increase both my trumpet output, and free beer input, which when combined greatly expands the party factor. Exponentially cooler than PAYING for drinks, and WATCHING other people perform.
All of this important to consider over the coming months as my retirement budget shrinks and shrinks.
Four more days here. I'll be back.
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