Pink Slip

Amy Grant has a song that says, "We pour out our misery, God just hears a melody"  well, I am thinking I am keeping God in tune these days.... depending on the day he could either be humming to Keith Urban or Flo- Rider.........  that's where I seem to be, either very mellow or totally crazy. Unfortunately for my husband there is no in between.
My part time job ended after the holidays since it was seasonal and so ended my friendship with my Spanish speaking friend from Wally World.  I don't think she ever caught on that we were girlfriends, but I do miss my weekly visits with her.  I know I must have made a little bit of an impression because the last time I was there she had on pink lip gloss and a leopard scarf with her khaki pants and blue shirt. Brings a smile to my face just remembering.....
So, not only am I on the search for a new friend but a part time job as well, I say part time but honestly I could even work full time, it is not like I have children that need me anymore....  oh how I miss those days of  school events and rushing here and there for whatever activity they were in at the time. I remember always being frazzled and worrying if I would or could get it all done. Now I just get frazzled when I look in the mirror and see a new line around these green eyes. I guess the reality of it is that when you have children you take on the most important job of your life, and you put every ounce of emotion into it, love, fear, guilt, pride, anger, you get up in the morning and know that these little people count on you for their every need. You train them to hopefully be fulfilled, independent people and after millions of dollars are poured into the effort you wake up one morning and the house is empty and you realize you received the ultimate pink slip. You find yourself aimlessly packing a peanut butter lunch and cutting off the crust, then standing at the counter, unpacking it and eating it yourself.
Everyone talks about the thrill of finally being an empty- nester but no-one tells you about the grieving period in between the pink slip and the moment you realize you can re-do their room.

God blessed me with children, and I hope that along with all the crazy times they will remember (like the midnight fire drills, and the "baby sister" alter personality), they will look back and and smile and say, job well done. But until that shining day,  I am preparing a resume.......what do I qualify for???   Cook, maid, chauffeur, financial advisor, valet, coach, spiritual advisor, comedian, party planner, negotiator, referee, Emergency Medical Technician, counselor, college planner,  pet sitter,  fashion coordinator, loan officer......
Surely that makes me qualified for SOMETHING........ oh and for the record, I make a killer peanut butter sandwich.

Fashion Forward is the way to go...ALWAYS!

An email from my daughter, I guess the peach doesn't fall far from the tree!
Try not to cry...

Well here we are again... Day three or something like that with no phone, which in current technology times equals a million years with no human contact. Anywho, I use my phone as my alarm clock religiously. I normally have two two alarms set for each day one ten min before I need to get up and one that tells me to get up now. So without a phone I needed some way to tell me to get up, so I did the logical thing and set the alarm on my i-touch. I set two for this morning. One at 7:15 and one at 7:25, since my class starts at 9:00, I figured that gave me an hour before I had to catch the shuttle and leave. So I finish up studying for my test and decided that painting my nails would simply have to wait since the test comes first, which is what any sensible college girl would do. So I wash my face off, literally because without makeup I have no face, at least I'm sure that's what most men my age would think about girls, and I crawl into bed and fall fast asleep. I wake up at 6:41 and then get some water and go back to bed since my alarms hadn't gone off. But they never did. By some miracle I woke up 8:30, which is the exact time the shuttle leaves, and I threw on a pair of jeans and an aoii t-shirt and my hair up in a ponytail and quickly put on some lip gloss and rush out of my dorm and hop into my car! I was in PURE panic mode. I prayed to God, Mary, Mark, John, Paul, George, and even Ringo to please let me get there on time and before he hands out that test! Well they answered and I parked and ran in (with a few others) right at 9! The professor just smiled and said good morning and handed us the test. I took it with ease and dreadfully marched to my next class since I still had no make-up on and looked in lack of better words....tragic. In fact if I was auditioning for the movie Misery they would have booked me with no questions or even a cold read. I looked that rough. But I toughed it out and conquered that class and then went to my dorm and freshened up just a tad before History. History which is always my favorite class was a bust! We had a pop quiz and the kid behind me who had rubber soled shoes decided that since it was raining he would try his hardest to make them squeak. I almost turned around and told him that if he squeaked one more time I'd make him squeak when my foot went up his batooty! But I took a deep breath and continued the class with a smile. When I got out it was raining so me and my polk-a-dot rain boots and matching umbrella (courtesy of Santa) trotted back to the dorm and rushed to do homework. I finished my Spanish online work and practiced saying the most import words I would ever need to know in Spanish "yes I will marry you" and made sure it was perfect and then finally hopped in the shower! It was like heaven smiled upon me. I took an hour to do my hair and makeup and then picked out my outfit. I chose to wear my jeans with my chucks and a pink sweater with a black shirt underneath it. Then I took the shuttle to main campus and went to have dinner with some friends. Mandi had cooked baked ziti for us and we ate and talked and laughed and then me and her walked over to Chi Alpha, our bible study. After bible study we swapped sweaters, she's borrowing my pink one while I'm borrowing her long purple one and planned our outfits because I was raised to plan ahead! I had the outfit planned to a T. I was going to wear my black skinny pants with zebra flats and a black t-shirt with the purple sweater and have my hair pulled back and wear my zebra glasses. Too cute, I know. Well apparently the Greek Gods thought it was going to be too cute to  because when I went back to lay it out I realized my flippin black skinnies were AT HOME! IN SUGAR HILL!  and everyone knows that SugarHill is the same distance as China from here! I could have cried.In fact I plopped down in the middle of my closet and looked up to the heavens and simply shook my head. I was SO disappointed, but I know every woman has been there at least once in her life and if you claim you haven't been then all I can say is "bless you heart" because your lying. Anyway that's a different topic for a different day but I sat there for a few minuets in defeat before I came up with a plan. What would any great woman of history do in this situation? What would Jackie O do? Or Aubry? Or Kerry? Or Cindy? Or Marilyn? I tried to get into their mindset when it hit me. I would simply get a pair of old jeans that were just a tad too short and cuff them at the bottom. That way they would look just like capri's and still be slimming since they are dark jeans and still show off my zebra. I was so proud of my idea, of course I'm not sure it will turn out like I hope, since I normally change clothes ten times before leaving the dorm, but anyways I thought that was just the perfect solution! When you don't have that perfect outfit but can still come up with a perfect solution like it was your original idea all along....well that's what I call thinking fashion forward ladies! I mean honestly who needs the latest trends? I don't think half of those are "fashion forward" anyway..excuse me if you disagree but I just can't see how wearing skirts that cover one batooty cheek is moving forward in the fashion area...I see it more as moving backwards, like your trying to fit into a skirt you wore in first grade...but what do I know; I was only trained by the best!

Sincerely,
Your Daughter

p.s.
Don't forget to put on some lipstick before you go to bed...you never know if an EMT will have to some and save you...and he might be cute!