So, today, I'm in the Dartmouth Ski Lodge as
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oakfellow goes skiing with his mum, dad, brother, and sister-in-law. I am next to a *huge* stone fireplace, surrounded by wood beams and wi-fi signal, and I've got a yuppie food-stamp in my pocket for vittles. Aw yeah, this day is pretty awesome. :-D
I have frequently typed it out as
Darthmouth, and quite frankly with all the writing George Lucas has done to the latter half (Ep 1-3, excuse me) I don't why there hasn't been a Darth Mouth... Oh wait. There was! First episode. Just... technically a different way.
*grins*So, as I sit hear, listening to the 60+ kids having lunch and now dressing up to tackle the race training (yup, race training. Wayne told me so), I can't help but have a really big smile on my face. It's pretty groovy in here, dear reader. The snow is coming down and since there isn't any mental pressure on my end to ski, I am totally psyched for the few hours I'm here by me lonesome.
*watches as another kid runs by, holding up a prized Hershey bar* And I use that term lonesome very loosely.
The benches here I covet (yo, that's a sin!): they are simple craftsman and most likely built together from a kit. But who cares? They hold up tons of weight, they don't wobble, they are a light-ish tan, and they can take years of abuse (as seen by all the scratches and nicks, and the dirt contained therein). I don't care, though: they kind of remind me of me today: I may look pretty awful on the outside and dinged all to hell, but damn if I'm not still useful and do my job well.
I do need a job, though. I've been largely unsuccessful on the Boston Craigslist, but I revisit it today not only for myself, but for Brohenna's best man: Colin. He's finally moving down to Stoughton, MA, from Lyme, NH, and living out on his own (technically). However, he put in his notice at his job before securing one down here. D'oh!
But I won't give up (on my own job search). Even having a little part-time near to where Brohenna works is a good time, and more $ in the bank for us. Although, I do confess to not wanting any more food drops. Let me explain my weird terminology there: when a food place, say McDonald's or Dunkin' Donuts puts out a sign and says they are hiring all shifts, I enter and fill out the whole application. I then get through the interview a few days later and find they are actually only hiring for over-night or late-night shifts (not conducive to transportation and sleep schedules). Some are polite and tell me outright that it's a shame I can't work it, but that's what they're looking for and we part amicably. Others are down-right pussies and walk me through the whole process, then don't follow-up. I tend to call about four or five days later back, wondering if I got the job, and get the hedged response of being 'over-qualified'. Over-qualified? Really? To flip burgers? On the other hand, I think they know, deep down, that if I received an offer for a better job, I'd leave in a heartbeat. Perhaps they are right. Perhaps not. I won't know until I get hired somewhere.
Heh.
*looks to the right* In not having a paid account, I finally see why it was a big deal to a lot of LJ people; there are advertisements pretty much everywhere. The lack of userpics doesn't bother me in the slightest, and I still have access to all my Scrapbook photos (something I really enjoyed and will most likely be replicating on Facebook). However, I feel confident in knowing that $, no matter how much, was spent elsewhere on something wicked important. As strange as that sounds, I'm really happy about that.
One cheeseburger and small sweet potato fries later, Brohenna has come in briefly from the snow and cold to rest his weary feet. After wet cuddles (dude, the snow was melting!) and the nom nom nomming of fries, he has ventured out to tackle the slopes again. My manly man. :-) Also, my manly man needs a ski helmet! I'll ask Wayne about that later.
Brohenna commented on his way out that I have a 'fuzzy butt': my yellow sweater sheds like a cat in the summer and I have no idea how to keep the fuzz under control. It's my hope in being more domesticated that I can just hand-wash it and it'll be fine, but it actually says Machine Washable, so I'm wondering if me attempting it on my own will just make it worse. That brings up another rattling thought in my brain: just how domesticated can one be in today's day and age? It seems with the invention of the Internet, it would behoove stay-at-home moms and dads to actually find a lucrative business to work for on top of chores, kids, pets, and more. While I am challenged at this point about my own lack of job, I also feel that I
do have it easier, for I have no children and only Bud's cats to worry about. Where the legit Internet businesses at?
I'm now available on Twitter & Facebook. Have yet to figure out how to just make my own blog on Aven, but when I do, good times as I move old things over and will just eventually shut down the LiveJournal account. I've been getting friend'ed by more spam bots than actual friends. Kind of disturbing, really. About that time I may or may not desist with the Facebook as well. We shall see as I'll need a good photo lay-out for everything.
*thinks* Of course, HTML coding is a thing of the past, but that's what I have and I'm happy with it when it works for now.
That's all I have for thoughts at the moment. To you and yours.
- Peace.
chipper
happy