Pecan pieeeee

Dude. Everyone and their mother must be online right now, because this is the second time I have attempted to blog. Hm. i wonder if people are shopping online, too. Or preparing to. This Black Friday thing is insane. I have only once gone to a mall or major store on this day, and that was a few years ago and by accident. Anyway, a few years ago it wasn't as bad as it is now. I hate to have to say it, but nobody is getting any Christmas presents from me. ("Should we all expect gifts that can be stolen from your office?" "You shouldn't.") Except for maybe some cards I have left over from several years ago.
Yawn. This has already taken too long, and every time I get online, my mom has to watch Thomas, and I feel bad. And I have to figure out what store is open so I can go buy some Dr Pepper.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! (Remember, it's Thanksgiving. "Not Truth Day!")

hooray for food!

We will feast! And I ain't talkin bout Thanksgiving! I went to WIC today and got coupons for formula and also for food for me and the hubby. There will be milk and cheese and cereal and juice galore!! I'm pretty excited about shopping.
How come any time I sit down to blog, I can't remember any of what I have been thinking for a week i wanted to blog about? Oh well. My baby is adorable, and brilliant, of course. Because the only baby book I have is one of those that hates to attach an age to milestones, I have no idea if he is on track or behind or ahead. For all I know, he should be walking and talking and writing his first novel by next week. No, really, I know he shouldn't be doing all that yet, but I can't just open the book and read that by two months he should be able to hold his head up and by six he will be sitting or whatever the milestones are. Darn that Dr. Spock. There's a book at Burlington about the first year, week by week, that I have been thinking about getting, but I can't decide if it's worth it, and as time goes on, it becomes less and less useful. Regardless, I need to get something to read. I am finished with the novel-with-advertising that is the Oprah magazine, and then I read my free baby magazine in two sittings. So I am needing some reading material. But I don't really know what I want, and I am hesitant to take a baby into a library... although a baby's cry isn't any worse than a kid having a loud conversation with a tutor or an old person asking where they keep the large-print romance novels.
Well, I think that's all I've got. I wish I could be more interesting.

My Tail

It hurts. A lot. Why? Yeah, labor, blah blah blah. Sometimes knowing the reason really doesn't help. It hurts to sit. And sitting is an activity I tend to enjoy.
How am I supposed to find a job when it is next to impossible to get out of my house? I don't think it looks very good to have a baby in tow when applying for a job. Obviously I can't bring him TO my job. Argh. It's really frustrating.
And the days fly by. I think we are already halfway through November? And my baby is crying. I have to go rescue him.

Crazy!

Here's a picture of my lovely little guy being held by my mom. I promise it's purely coincidence that he looks scared to death. So far we have yet to find someone he outwardly dislikes... although he may just be hiding it well. Actually he seems to dislike me the most of anyone-- but I think that's just because I spend more time with him than anyone, so that includes both happy time and this-world-sucks-I-hate-you-I'm-screaming time. The former has far outweighed the latter, knock on wood. (or particle board...)

The title has to do with my job search news, or lack thereof. I soooo thought I was in. And these people did NOT call me. Now, Jarrod would say that it's my responsibility to call them back. But personally, if I am the person who does the hiring, I am going to call the people I want, and not call the people I don't want. Simple as that. By that reasoning, they don't want me. For whatever reason (clearly they're delusional). But they seemed to like me! If they were faking it... I think that's really cruel. If they didn't want me and knew it at the time, they should have come right out with it! "We realize you really want this job, but [your uvula is too long or insert your reason here], so we're not going to waste any more of your time or ours, so bye-bye now and don't bother waiting for our phone call good luck with your search." There's something to be said for bluntness.

Or maybe they hadn't decided at the time.

At any rate, the search for a part-time mindless job for which I am way overqualified continues. Wish me luck. Go team. "High-fives all around."

Picture, hopefully...

I'm gonna try to post a picture (or two, or three), and if you see no picture here, it's because there was some kind of malfunction, whether with blogger or mom's computer or something else. On the other hand, if you see pictures, they are of my gorgeous son, somewhere between birth and five weeks of age. Cross your fingers. :)

Okay. There he is!!!!! You are not mistaken; he really is that adorable. And now, since it took forever to get it off the CD and upload it and everything, I must go.