Swimming in Sand

Day 4 of unemployment and what shall I do today? I think I will just sit here and roll around in self pity and type in my blog. How bout that! Kidding.... about the whole self pity part and rolling around in it. I however will type in my blog. I spent yesterday out and about prowling around for places I haven't already applied and seeing if anyone was hiring. I found 1 place! 1 place is better than no places though so I happily filled out my application and gave them my resume. Perhaps I will hear something before tomorrow... maybe. I dream of a job where wearing tennis shoes and scrubs are open armedly (is that a word?) welcomed on a daily basis! I have bunyons on my little toes from having to wear heals everyday and now when I wear flip flops I have Shrek feet! Gah!! The plan was to head to Marshall today and visit a few places there, leave resumes, fill out applications and maybe sneak in a little visit to my precious loves at Oakwood House. I miss them already. Leaving was the right decision but having to leave them was the hardest part. I am at a point in my life where I feel just like I did going into college. I have no idea what I'm doing, why I'm doing it, or where I'm going to end up. I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up. What a tragedy. Okay, seriously, since I was a young girl and learned that I can sing I have wanted to have a band. A christian band. I want to sing at youth conferences and make an album with my own songs! If there is anything I have ever felt good at, it was singing and softball. So, maybe with a little God intervention these things could happen but if not, then I'm just fine being a mommy and a wife. These things make me the happiest. Joey is going to be in this ridiculous race called the Tough Mudder in Forney. I have to go with him because he just may die and I would like to be there if he does. It is 3.5 miles of crazy running with 14 different obstacles like jumping over fire pits and swimming under water. Bless his heart. I guess the grey hairs and balding patterns are getting to him and he feels the need to prove his body wrong! Go baby go!! He will do great. He makes me sick running all the time and working out like we are supposed to be healthy or something! good grief! I guess I need to take up some of his ideas for myself. Well I better get off my rear and get to job hunting. Just keep swimming!