I'm too good for you

Curses! Once again another candidate was selected for that Hennepin County spot I interviewed for a few weeks ago. I suspect (not bragging) that I was over-qualified for the position.

Meanwhile, I’m still at the DMV and kinda enjoying it. It’s been almost a year and I have learned quite a bit about traffic law in Minnesota, so perhaps it’s sorta related to that schooling I got. For now, I’m a bit burned out on sending out resumes and going to interviews. (I have also been looking for a PT job to supplement my income.) I think I will slow it down a bit and maybe do a bit more soul-searching (and research) into what I want to do when I grow up somemore. I have new inspiration, my niece graduated from Indiana University last week. She beat me to the first in our (immediate) family to graduate from college distinction and I’m not one bit upset about it.

I saw some of the pictures from the ceremony on her website. I wish I could have been there with my bro and sis and our favorite aunt and of course my Baby. I could have met this Smoke B character she is claiming to be engaged to since it appears he also graduated. But just being there would have been nice. Or would it have? Going home always makes me feel like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. My vacations are not relaxing in the least and Gary is the only damn place I ever go which is pathetic and sad even if I am going to see my Babies.

I have been avoiding calling my sister for months now. Partly because I just don't have any good news, but also because she doesn't either. She's a bitcher and I got my own problems and you know what? The phone? It rings both ways. For years, I was The One with Money. Well, not anymore. I am single and I have no children, but that doesn't mean I am money-problem free. I can't visit all the time and I can't always be the one to call. Hell, I don't even get a birthday card half the time. It's like if I don't send one then they don't send one. But whatever. I'm not gonna sweat it. I'll call someday when I'm good and ready to deal with the family again.

Meanwhile, I went to Scott&Laura's reception at her parents' house in Minnetonka on Saturday. It was so great to see them and I'm really happy for them. They continue to be my favorite couple. That's probably because I was there from the beginning really. Yeah, D and I totally take some credit for that. We also got to meet Andy and Nicole's newest addition, Lila Rae. Only 6 days old. So tiny and precious. There were babies all over. I think Laura and Scott are about the only one's in her family who don't have a kid or two. Even her little sister has a baby boy now.

Later, we all went down to Grumpy's to shoot the breeze and it was sorta like olden times (except Rebecca was drinking with us and not acting as our waitress). I'm so happy I got to go. It's so crazy that all those guys are married now and one of them has a baby. Well, technically two of them are fathers since D has Lav. Who is my current favorite pre-teen, although she is going to be 13 in a few weeks.

In other news, got my tiny bit o' Bush money so I am trying to avoid doing the DD advance thing so I can get back on track financially. Those freakin' things cost me $100 a month. That's a credit card payment right there. I paid just about everybody I own (except HSBC) and I got my Netflix going again because dammit I want it. I did splurge a wee bit. Instead of just giving Scott&Laura the hats I made for them, I bought them Ikea ice cube trays. A whole $10. And Bean and I did hit the Lobster Friday night, but that's just cuz Friday at work was completely and totally insane. L left early with labor pains (she had her baby boy Saturday morning). J and V-male were out and V-female came in almost an hour late and then left early. B was at the counter, M was on the phones, and I was backing up whomever wherever. It was just nutty and I really needed that frosted strawberry margharita (although, I didn't need to spill it all over the sleeve of my *white* Cop Mullet sweatshirt. Boo!).

And finally, speaking of Netflix. I instant-watched this documentary on Fred Phelps and his crazy-ass family. You know what I really hate about that whole thing? That fact that people only got REALLY mad about Phelps's protests and antics when he started showing up at soldier's funerals. Everyone pretty much just shook their heads at that old crazy wacko when he and his hateful family were showing up at the funerals of AIDS victims or homosexuals murdered in violent attacks. Nobody was introducing bills to stop them until then. I hate hypocrites.