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- I have orange pumpkins, white pumpkins, three colors of mums, and a deep orangey-red berry wreath on my porch. Nothing like the homey-ness of fall to get me motivated to finally put something out there that makes it look like a family lives in this place, rather than a bachelor with a knack for killing even the hardiest of shrubs.
- M says pumpkin like "puckin" and I find myself taking her outside for no other reason than to let her pat the pumpkins so that I can hear her say it. It's that cute.
- Writing a resume is not too hard. Hmm, I guess several things suggest that I find bulleted lists to be a comforting, non-intimidating form of writing. Cover letters, on the other hand. They suck. To whom it may concern??? Dear Sir or Madam??? Really? This is still the only advice you get in the sample letters online? There has got to be some better way of starting a cover letter these days. At least, something halfway between those ancient phrases and the next option that came to my mind: Yo, . . . This, by the way, is for J, not me. No. If we can possibly keep stretching our pennies, I won't be writing a resume for myself for several more years. Until the babies are in kindergarten, please God. And then hopefully it will be filling out a grad school application before it's ever resume writing, because I really need to get a different degree before I can do something that I find even remotely interesting. Anywho. This is for J, because in the interest of the afforementioned goal (of me staying home with babies), he really needs a new job. The current industry is in a kamakazi nose dive and it's not pretty. Okay, I exaggerate. But a job with a salary would cause a lot less heartburn than our current reliance on commission.
- Speaking of jobs, helping J with his resume today made me think, of course, about my last job. It's still so weird to me that I worked in a casino. That I drove to the Strip to go to work every day. That my boss was the most stressed-out, most fashionable, tiniest little blonde executive you've ever seen. Just not what would come to mind when questions like "where do you see yourself working?" come up.
- It's 3:00pm. M is asleep. I have finished decorating my porch, finally hung all the wall decorations in M's room, cleaned her room, started some laundry, and helped J with his resume. Oh and ate the rest of the brownies that we started last night. And that's it. Didn't go to the gym, didn't clean the kitchen, um, haven't even brushed my teeth yet. Wow. I'd say this is a low-point in our recent history of J's days off.
