Sorry for the Neglection

I've been neglecting this dear little blog. For the most part, I don't have much to say. I still don't have a job, still don't have any interview lined up, still broke. I've sent out at least 30 application packets via e-mail, websites, and old-fashioned paper copies. So I sit back and wait.

I did get the official "we regret to inform you" letter from UW-Milwaukee. Whatever. I hated it there anyway. I would have become an old cat lady with tiny glasses perched on the edge of my nose. Yikes, that would have been scary.

This weekend is Hiawatha. I simply can't wait. I promise this year I won't be calling to the dinosaurs two feet from my own tent. However, I don't promise that I won't be all crazy and dancing and acting like a dirty hippie. It calls for good times. I can't believe this will be my 4th year of attending. How time flies!

After that Dusty and I have to move yet again. It's looking like we will be trecking back home. Ugggg...I'm certainly not looking forward to that. Not to say I don't love my parents because I do. I just can't fathom trying to live with them again after being out of the house for three years.

Speaking of moving, my dad recently got hired at a nursing home. I asked him if he had any extra boxes for moving laying around. You know exactly where this is going. Yup, I have about 50 empty boxes of adult diapers I get to pack my things in. I'm going to scare my future neighbors--tons of boxes of adult diaper boxes labled "disposable underpants with wings" taped shut with duct tape. Jeepers.