Always look on the bright side.

And that's what I'm desperately trying to do. Opened my email tonight, 2 job turn downs. Funny thing is one of them actually sighted lack of computer skills as their reason for declining. I doubt they even opened my resume. Whatever! right? I can't fix them. And that's only 2 of the 20 I've applied for this week, so I'm not gonna get upset or depressed about it.

I've had a migraine 3 of the last 5 days. It's completely stress induced, that and the sinus thing from this stupid cold I'm getting over. I hate how my screwed up spine can just ruin what should be a productive good day for me. But I'm whining now, so I'm moving on.

This morning Oscar proved that he knows what "good morning" means, other than 'feed me now'. He's been screaming and yelling "peekaboo" when he wants it to be breakfast time and i'm not quite there yet. But today I actually beat him up (no not like that, I was awake before him) and when I uncovered his cage the cutest little happy bird popped up and said "good morning". Almost makes it worth getting up early. Except that when I left the room he started screaming "peekaboo" at me. He's gotten spoiled with all the time I'm spending in HIS room (the cleaned out spare bedroom/office is now his domain). I think he's learning words and behaviors faster with all the attention though. Just wait till I get that fabulous full time high salary job that's coming (positive energy surge), he'll be the neglected abused baby again. That is other than the cat's attention. Spazz has taught him three of her meows. I think he'll end up speaking some weird hybrid bird/cat/people language before long. She must sit by the cage when I'm gone, cuz his meows sound more like hers than mine (yes I do meow, learned it the same place he did). We are a pack/flock...plock....flack...pfock....somethin. At least I'm still Alpha.

I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow FINALLY! With all the business and Ashley's full schedule I'm starting to look rather shaggy. Shaggy & NORMAL COLORED that's the worst part. I really hope I can settle back into being my bright self in my next job. I'm looking forward to a visit with Ashley, she really is more friend than anything at this point hope she never stops doing hair, cuz I'd be screwed.

For those who keep track: Dad checked in this morning (those who don't get it can just skip this part) He's busy, but took time between meetings/events to check with me. He likes Scott's truck, and it's okay to sell his, he'll still be with us on our adventures (knowing he's busy I don't think of it as he's actually "there" on our adventures, just that he glances at the highlights and keeps an eye out for problems) I have been having a conflict about letting go of the truck, but he showed up driving a big white beast that somehow still kinda looked like his chevy. And he had a huge grin on his face as he climbed out (and the best part is his bad hip limp was no where in sight).

He also took time to pop the hood on my car (one of those strange moments where I suddenly was in a car, but not any familiar car) and tell me that I needed to check the oil because it was gonna be bad if I didn't. Got the feeling that this wasn't specifically directed at me (though I'm checking the oil in every vehicle I own just in case) but for someone else who he knew I'd get the message to. SO EVERYBODY, CHECK YOUR OIL, something about burning up the engine... he usually doesn't get into daily details like that so it must be pretty important.

If one of you does learn something important because of or whilst checking you oil let me know (I'll feel slightly less crazy)! Otherwise I'll just keep trusting that his advice got to the right person and prevented a problem. I guess I don't mind being crazy if it means I still get to talk to him once in a while, even though sometimes I don't get to remember the details. He gave me one of his famous hugs this time, I'm happy to share that one with you all too, he would.

I had other things to chatter about, but I'm smiling and crying at the same time now, and that seems like an awfully good note to end on. Also the husband thinks that I'm neglecting him with all the time I'm spending in here with the computer and bird. I'll chatter tomorrow.

Love y'all!
Squak-Meowewow,
-m