Overqualified

I stopped by my local Temp Agency yesterday (all doped up on Flexerall by the way) and was politely informed that I was too qualified for any job they have at the moment. I'm not sure how that works in my favor, but for the time being I am still unemployed. Of course, I am free to call the recruiter one to two times a week to check for new listings. Whatever.

So today I have another appointment with a different Temp Agency. This time, however, I applied to a specific job posting on Monster.com and they called to invite me to come in. I can't imagine that I am overqualified for this position - otherwise they wouldn't call, right?

Yeah, well, that's the excitement here in good old Clinton, Mass.

In other news, it appears as though Anthony will be moving to D.C. within the next month or two. We finally came to a decision on what to do about moving in together, and it goes a little something like a conartist scam: I give Anthony all the money I've saved and he goes to D.C.

Okay, that's not really the end of the story. He's going to get an apartment big enough for the two of us (I'll be house-hunting with him though) and stay there by himself for about six monthsy, while I continue to work and save here in Massachusetts. Once I've paid off my loan from my mom (for my last move from NYC to Philly), established a bit of savings, and find a job in the D.C. Metro area, I'll be back in D.C. for however long Anthony's job down there lasts.

Blah. I am feeling very "blah" today. I think I'll go to that job interview now.

My, My, My! What a Big Ass You Have, Grandma!

Cheating Never Looked So Fun
Originally uploaded by Pookah.

I can't resist. As part of our month-long anniversary extravaganza,I took Anthony mini-golfing. This is a lovely shot of me, cheating. On the score card, I shot a 2 on this hole. In reality, I hit the ball twice and then blew the ball the rest of the way in.

Anthony still ended up KICKING MY ASS (doesn't he know that's not the best way to kiss up to your girlfriend?).

Because You Didn't Get Enough...

Anthony
Originally uploaded by Pookah.

And neither can I, apparently.

On Being a Fairy Godmother

Sarol
Originally uploaded by Pookah.

When Sarol was born, my mom gave me a magic wand and named me a fairy godmother. Several years later and this is what we have.

We spent all afternoon looking for just the right toys for the "girls" - and by the "girls" I mean Tess and Chloe, my mom's dogs. We picked up a Finding Nemo pool, three squirt guns, a gate, and a bottle of soap bubbles for me.

We tried to get the dogs into the pool so they could enjoy the humidity in the relative coolness of Dory and Nemo's presence, but instead we had Sarol running around squirting us and then jumping in the pool in all her clothes. This was the last 30 seconds of pool time before she stepped out, Christy said they had to go, and Sarol began to scream that unearthly scream that only young children can get away with without anyone beating them to a bloody pulp for the commotion.