I don't know why you are tired of reading your blog and insist that I write in mine.  I'm not good at this.  Your blogs are much more entertaining.  Since I'm here I will oblige you and update everyone (whoever bothers to read this-which I think is NO ONE) on what is going on in our lives.

So, Matt still has no job.  We're still enjoying that he has no job.  Matt does have an interview in 2 weeks (check the family calendar!).  I feel like I should be more excited and grateful about this than I am.  Part of me wants to scream, "OF COURSE YOU GIVE MY HUSBAND AN INTERVIEW FOR A JOB WITH THE YOUTH GROUP WE'VE GIVEN OUR LIVES TO FOR THE PAST 4 YEARS!  HOW DARE YOU CONSIDER ANYONE ELSE FOR THE POSITION!  YOU SHOULD JUST GIVE HIM THE JOB AS A SIGN OF RESPECT AND BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT!"  And then the other part of me wants to cry because this is what we've wanted for&n ...

It's funny to say that Matt is unemployed.  First, it's not something I ever thought would happen to us so that aspect is a bit surreal (to use a word that is totally over used).  Second, unemployed men are supposed to be depressed not the happiest they have ever been in their entire lives.  Third, Matt spends so much time working at the church it feels like he really does work there full time.

I'm not really upset about Matt not working.  It has actually been one of the best times in our relationship.  The lack of money totally sucks but we've been getting pretty used to that over the past 5 1/2 years and especially over the past 15 months we've been in school.  What could be good about it, you ask?  Well, Matt's happy which makes me happy which makes us getting along a whole lot easier.  We have a lot more time to spend together now...something that has been sorely lacking since we started school an ...

The end of my semester is drawing near...as is the end of my motivation.  If you've looked at the Movies postings one would think that all I did over break was watch movies.  This is not true although I will say I watched a glorious amount of movies and caught up on most of the flicks I've been interested in seeing since before summer school.  I also did a lot of school work: 1 lab report, 1 abstract, 1 power point presentation.  This is good since I had a lot to do but also not so good because I'm a little burned out.  Not the best situation to be in now that I have just one paper to finish before finals start.  I have to say I'm struggling.  Its supposed to be 15 pages long.  Its due on Friday.  I just started the research portion of the paper yesterday. I have yet to write one word.   "Isn't it Tuesday night," you ask. Yes it is and I'm in trouble.  Holy smokes!&am ...

Just so you know where I'm coming from with the 30 seconds I have to tell you I have an exam tomorrow, a paper due Monday, a presentation and another exam on Wednesday...and that only brings us to 6 days from now.  There's plenty more to do I'm just going through the next 6 days with my blinders on.  Like a horse, it is for my own protection and for the protection of those around me.  Honestly, I'm typing as fast as I can.  I'm so busy I'm thinking of cancelling Thanksgiving.  Not the actualy day, mind you, but the pomp and circumstance of the meal.  I LOVE Thanksgiving.  I LOVE the food.  I LOVE the planning.  I LOVE preparing.  I LOVE organizing.  I don't have time this year.  I think its going to be me, Matt, and a pizza (and maybe some Pete's PD) watching the parade, sitting in front of the fire doing nothing.  Does that make me a bad person?  Gotta run.

I'm "watching" the space shuttle launch.  Actually, I'm loading pictures onto my facebook page and catching up on the family website and only listening to the launch.  One of the astronauts is giving us a play by play.  She has an annoying, plastic, flight attendant voice.  I immediately don't like her.  My ear registers Astronaut Barbie saying, "We've lost power to one engine.  All power to the remaining 3 engines.  We're safe to continue."  The launch has my full attention.  Astronaut Barbie repeats the transmission without a quaver to her voice.  Now I hate her.  She lost power to an engine for crying out loud!  I'm mad and sort of hope I get to hear her say she lost power to another engine just to see if the facade will crack.  No such luck. 

I tune out again while trying to remember the dates some of these pictures w ...

I hate stress.  It is ruining my skin.  This is just a repeat of the post I put up on the announcement page the other day but I'm writing it again because this seems the more appropriate place to put it.  So, again.  My skin.  Yeah, not great skin to begin with...a few fine lines beginning to appear, large pores that have always been there, a little interesting redness over my cheek bones which might look like blush if they weren't so uneven and in the almost-right spot, and lets not even begin about the oil slick that is my face.  Okay, fine.  So, I use pore perfector and astringent and a great night cream for the "fine lines", a good but inexpensive mouisturizer for the redness but holy cow!  Where did the acne come from?  Good night, its awful!  STRESS from SCHOOL.  Just one more reason to be done with school.  I feel like I'm in Jr High.  And let me just say that ...