ch-ch-changes...

oh, david bowie. how you speak to me.

and my current situation, which, in case you missed my subtlety, is changing. i finally got confirmation on that job offer, and put in my two weeks notice at the group home on thursday. unfortunately, my boss has been on vacation and will not get my letter until tomorrow. not. anticipating. a. good. reaction. lately she's been even more of a hot mess than her usual angry self, and this may push her over the edge. naturally, i don't want to be responsible for that, but i can't stay there. especially when my new boss is the complete opposite of her, aka, totally well adjusted and overall AWESOME! seriously, she rules. still, it's gonna be hard to leave the residents. especially since my new residents will not be dd, but rather just old and curmudgeony. but i suppose curmudgeons need love too, so...you know...i'll be nice...i guess.

in other news, my family's visit went by at light speed. how quickly time flies when you have no obligations except to eat well, drink lots and be totally pampered by your mommy. and despite the guilty weight of sheer indulgence this weekend, i needed that break desperately. school found a way to kick up the wild factor by throwing us med assistant students into the deep end of the venipuncture pool. that's right. injections and blood draws. on each other. with scant instruction. jealous much? you should be.

actually, despite the surreal nature of lab class, it's been pretty cool to know that i will someday be competent enough to actually perform these procedures in a hospital setting. provided i don't fail my lecture class. which demands that i stop dilly dallying and get back to the cardiology packet due tomorrow. so stop distracting me. please. i'm trying to make something of myself here, and i don't need your constant nay-saying, blog reader. if that even is your real name.

here's your found item of the day:

hey buddy. i'm totally your gal. minus the athletic part.

older? yes. wiser? not so much.

so some of you may be wondering how it feels to be thirty. i'll tell ya. it feels just like any other age except now when i find someone attractive who happens to be in their early twenties it makes me feel even sleazier than i did a mere 2 weeks ago. i know that age is just a number but when you categorically belong in different decades, it's a little tougher to justify the shameless oggling that i am so fond of. eh. you win some. you lose some.

all in all, my birthday was pretty solid. annie and charlie drove up from portland to join in the festivities. this naturally made me feel like a total princess and totally loved and totally grateful to have such wonderful people as friends. and aside from the tequila-induced crying session and round of hey-everyone-shut-up-and-listen-to-this-song-and-my-explanation-of-its-genius thing that occurred in the latter evening, i consider the day a win.

other things to be placed in the win category:

- i snagged myself a fancy job offer at another group home. the hours are a little less, the pay is a little more and i'd finally have my weekends back! siz-weet! the only thing i am waiting on is for my nursing assistant registration to go through. unfortunately, the department of health is taking FOREVER to process, and their customer service department is what i genuinely envision hell to be like, so here i sit in bureaucratic purgatory. anxious and not-the-least-bit-awesome bureaucratic purgatory.
- memorial day will surely compensate however. my mom and sister are coming to visit seattle for the first time ever and i'm super stoked to show them around. alas, alack. i'm facing difficulty in pinpointing places of interest to show them that don't include bars or some form of drinking. they already think i'm a lush - and while i generally skew in that direction (killian's red is on sale at the corner market! score!), i'd rather they didn't think so.
- my santa rosan friends on the other hand better prepare themselves! i touchdown in the early evening of july 2nd and don't leave til the later evening on july 5th! there will be plenty of partying down going on, and i couldn't be happier! alcoholism aside, i really just can't wait to see everyone. it's hard to be so far away - but i do love it here.still, everyone needs to get away sometimes, so i am insanely excited. it's gonna be boss. i can't wait!

hope all is well in your world! my sister beth found this found item on the streets of amsterdam - i love it.

when it's cold outside, i've got the month of may...

unless of course you're in seattle, 'cause we don't subscribe to the temptations or their crazy propaganda here! nosiree, bob! that said, may is still my favorite month of the year. sure, november's got thanksgiving and december's got that minor holiday for that guy who knew magic tricks (what? too much?), but may, MAY! has cinco de mayo, mother's day, memorial day weekend, AND george clooney's birthday! oh. and janell's. and sharon's. and andy's. but they don't really count. (LOOVVVEE YOUUUU!)

and believe it or not, may also has my birthday. despite my valiant attempts to start the rumor that i was not born but rather spawned off the coast of mexico, i feel i must now 'fess up to the truth that i came from a woman's womb, just like everyone else. how pathetic.

i generally spend my birthday attempting to drink myself into oblivion, and this year, on the thirtieth anniversary of the day god forgot, i will strive to be no different. i suppose some would say that because it's the big three-oh, i should try to demonstrate restraint, but liver-decimating debauchery has worked out pretty well for me thus far, so why mess with a good thing?

still, i must admit i've been feeling slightly mid-life crisis-ey lately. i learned recently that the body automatically starts to decline around 28, and being two years out from there is not helping to soothe my currently rampaging biological clock. i mean, seriously. it is out. of. control. i babysit two insanely adorable two year old twin boys weekly, and when we go to the park and see all the families, it is downright torturous. my heart practically falls out of my chest when they run to hug me after they've shown the slide who's boss. but here's the kicker: MY BRAIN AND I DON'T WANT A CHILD! and i definitely don't want to push one out! so it's not like i'm out there trolling for seed or anything. but my body's in denial like a has-been football player saying, "put me in coach! i know i can do it!" after twenty nine years, my body's become brett farve. this is what it's come to. sigh. somebody pass the tequila.

here's your found item of the day: classy.