Day 11

Excuse me for not posting for a while.  I've been on the computer so much lately working on my resume, searching for jobs, reading dlisted, that I haven't had the energy to blog.

Not much has changed since the last posting.  We recovered from Halloween (save for the three pieces of candy I've hidden from Jamie).  I still don't have a job.  Same old same old.

Today I tackled the box of stuff I brought home from my old job.  Mainly personal things like photographs and for some reason a ridiculous amount of pens.  I don't know why I felt it necessary to take home every pen I ever touched at that place, but I did, and now I have approximately 750,962 pens.  And I assume they all work.  

In order to put all the things in the "stuff from the place I used to work" box away I had to clean out the closet.  Not the scary closet (the one where the water heater lives), but the much more intimidating junk closet.  The closet that is meant for a washer and dryer.  Luckily I don't have a washer or a dryer, because if I did I wouldn't have room for them.  This closet has everything in it from fishing poles and camping stuff to an extra comforter for the bed, from wrapping paper and ribbon to every single cord that has ever come with any sort of electronical (I totally made that word up!) device I have ever owned.  That closet is now the proud keeper of all of the above mentioned pens.  It was a tough job, but I did it!  I threw some things out but mainly just reorganized so that everything could fit.  The only thing that got evicted were Jamie's golf clubs, but in all fairness he snuck those in the closet one day behind my back and even though I had since discovered them I allowed them to stay until today.  But the trade off is that I now made room for all of his camping stuff (as well as mine), and that stuff all used to live in the trunk of his car.  I have a feeling his golf clubs will end up living there from now on.  Hey, you never know when you'll get involved in an impromptu game of golf.

Above is today's pic.  I know I look naked, but I'm not.  I also know my hair looks gross and stringy, but it's just wet.  I just got out of the shower.  

Anyway, I'm off to look for more work on the web.  If you need a pen, call me.