Random Girl Strikes Again

All things wise and wonderful... and some really dumb... and mostly random

Sunday, March 28, 2004

I sang with the Barenaked Ladies!!!!!!

We did get to go to the concert after all. Our friend Tim volunteered to babysit for us. That is a story unto itself. Apparently the kids were awful. Oliver wouldn't eat and cried a lot. Charlie didn't want to go anywhere near Tim and cried too. His mom and our friend Holly had to help a lot. Oliver is truly his father's son... he only fell asleep after rooting around and getting comfy on Holly's ample bosom.

The concert was everything I could have ever hoped it could be. The only gripes I have are with the loud ass drunk a few rows behind us who kept yelling stupid shit throughout the show and the fact that our show isn't going to be one of the ones sold on the internet. I was really hoping that we would be able to have a copy of our first BNL experience to watch and share with others. It was a fantastic show. In fact, I was so damn happy I cried. Had I been down front I would have even danced... and for anyone who knows me that is a major thing. So we don't get to have anything other than our wonderful memories of it all.

We also went to a barbeque hosted by our friend Jarrod. It was pretty fun, crazy drunk molesters aside. Some people there had just a little too much chemical fun and ended up trying to screw everyone there. I had to dodge the fella when he decided that kissing me would be a good idea and asking his girlfriend to get off me when she plopped down in my lap and proceeded to grope me. 7 had to fight to keep her from pulling his pants off, Veronica defended herself and her boy from unwanted attacks, and Tim looked rather amused with the whole thing. It was funny after the fact. We managed to actually visit after they left and then ended up sleeping over. We all managed to get up and leave at around noon the next day.

We also tried to go to the beach, but were rather unsucessful. We ended up getting there at about 5 p.m. and it was already getting chilly so I had to change the kids into sweats from their swim stuff. We let them play in the sand a little and play wave tag until mommy started to turn purple. Then we had to go home to bakersfield. It took quite a while, but we made it. All in all it was a very long weekend and I'm still tired.

Saturday, March 06, 2004

So maybe I wasn't done yet. I had more to say, but didn't want to leave a huge long post. If you read my husband's blog (www.sevenbates.blogspot.com) you probably already know that we have put down a deposit on an apartment. If not, WE PUT DOWN A DEPOSIT ON AN APARTMENT!! My brother and his wife moved into some decent little townhomes near here and the rent is very reasonable. We went ahead and applied too and got approved. I guess today our friend Jared found out that he got approved as well. So now we can have our own little community parties and stuff. It should be fun.

The apartment is a little on the small side for 4 people, but bigger than our one bedroom we had before. The kids will have their own room finally, something I am very excited about. I haven't been alone with my husband in bed for a long time. I know I know, it's not like the kids will all of a sudden not be in bed with us, but at least I can pretend for a little while. And the chances of actually getting to sleep in something other than my granny jammies are much higher. My parents regularly either look in to see if we are awake or come in our room as it is now. Not such a good situation since 7 sleeps naked usually.

We'll have 2 bedrooms, 1 1/2 bathrooms, a nice kitchen with room for a small table and a workable living area. There is a great closet under the stairs where I can stash some random stuff and the kids' toys when we don't want it all out in the living room. We're going to have to reevaluate some of our furniture and definitely purchase some new stuff. I'm really just looking forward to having somewhere to call mine. It's been so long since I've had that. In fact it's just a couple months shy of a year since we moved out of our home in Monrovia. That was so hard to do. I still feel like crying when I think about it. It was our family's first home. 7 and I at first in the studio downstairs. Then we brought both of our babies home to the one bedroom upstairs. We had the street fair to go to on Friday nights, the park, the library, the movie theater, the coffee shop, the grocery store and various restaurants within walking distance. It was almost perfect and I will always miss it. We actually plan to move back there some day. Of course, we'd much rather have a house, but the location of our little pink apartments couldn't be beat.

Ok, enough misty watercolored memories. OOOH!! 7 got us the tickets to the Barenaked Ladies show after all!! We're going!!!!! and I'm just a little excited. Can ya tell? I love them so much. I told 7 we needed to get the albums we don't have already so I can learn the words to all the songs. I just want to be prepared. I have this weird thing about being prepared for things. I get so anal about it at times that I'll ask things like are there more than one door on the building I am going to so I can't possible walk into the wrong place. I like to have all my bases covered. I pretty much don't want to go to the concert and either not know the words or be singing the wrong words and have the other fans think I'm some sort of weenie. Not that any of them will even be remotely thinking about me at all. But still.

Ok, dad looks like he wants to go to bed, and the computer is in his room after all so I'll close. I really should find more people to really talk to instead of doing this... heehee.
Wouldn't you like to be a pepper too?...

Ok, so I went to a job fair today for the Bakersfield City School District. Pretty much everyone shows up and then you get interviewed by some random person who works for the district. I am phenomenally bad when it comes to interviews. I usually get so nervous that I start this weird full body shivering and yawning, sweaty palms, elephants in my stomach... you know, the regular people-phobe type things. I have trouble thinking of what to say too. Once in an interview to be an Area Coordinator at my college, I blurted out that I don't like people. I was serious, but they thought I was joking and hired me anyways.

We had to take a class as part of our public assistance thing. Kind of a "How to get your lazy no good ass off welfare by finding a job" type thing. They had us make a resume, practice dressing professionally, and do a mock interview. I did pretty well during it, but mostly because I pretended I wasn't me. I was amazed at how well that can work if you can make yourself really believe it. So today I tried the same thing. I pretended I was a confidant, outgoing person with interesting things to say and I did wonderfully in my interview. The woman actually said at one point that she could feel my sincerity. WooHoo!! I'm going to pretend I'm better at a lot of things if it's that easy.

Hopefully I will stick out in her mind and get a full time position with the district. I am trying to get all my paperwork done so that I can sub for the rest of the school year. I've only got a few months left, but a paycheck is a paycheck. 7's going to be making pretty good money, but we've got quite a few nasty things on our credit that I'd like to get cleaned up. I also am behind on my student loans and such and am tired of telling the people that I don't know when I'll have money.

Last night as I was getting ready for the job fair I pulled out the resume they had us make in our welfare class. I wrote it all down and then they sent it to their career help center to have it typed up. I was glancing at it last night to see if there was anything I wanted to incorporate into my real resume that 7 was making for me when I found a typo. Being the punctuation and grammar Nazi I am, I began to read it looking for more errors. I about died laughing when under an entry marked Self Employed Homemaker it said that I had assisted with minor surgeries, taken vital signs, kept medical charts, and other such stuff. I must have had an illegal clinic set up in my apartment and not even known it. I swear, these people expect you to get a job, and then they go and screw up your resume like that. I'm really glad I didn't bother to give it to anyone. I think I'll send in a copy to our class instructor and show them the quality of work their people are putting out.

Now I'm just beginning to ramble. I'll shut up now.