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New Year*, New Day, New Job, New Adventures

So I have orientation today at the new job. Three hours of videos to watch and paperwork that I could fill out blindfolded since I've done this so many times before. Ok that made me sound like I can't hold a job. Not so. I just like to live in different places. A lot. I stay with my job until I move which at one point was, on average, every two years. I don't like moving now that there are two little urchins and all their crap involved. Hopefully I'll stay awake. I had to take pain killers this morning, it was hurting so much. I'm thinking I should be done with the buzz by the time I have to leave.

One of the husband's friends is coming over tonight and I can't wait to see him. Rich was a groomsman in our wedding and he is just a great guy. I wanted to hook him up with my best friend Donna but 1. she's in S. Carolina and 2. she just got married in Oct. Oh well. So Rich is coming over and we're gonna test drive the new gas grill. Should be fun.

Not much else is going on this weekend. The inlaws are in the DL visiting Gramma and Pappa, Fluffy and Dakota went up there today and Peej is in Milwaukee. Linds is at home with the kids. I think we'll go over there tomorrow to visit. I'm sure I'll post again before the weekend is out but if not, have a great Memorial Day! Drive safe and watch out for the crazies!

*the start of year 33 - woot!

Comments

JerseyTjej said…
Just think...with job comes freedom. with freedom comes opportunity and with opportunity comes sothing else...oh yeah! your future!
gina said…
that previous entry is proof positive why you should not blog while drunk!

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