Big Foot

Let's just say that the job didn't work out like I thought it would. After 3 1/2 weeks it's over. I feel so many emotions about it all but mainly relief. Glorious relief because working in that environment was one of the strangest experiences I've ever had.

I should have paid attention to the red flags.

Oh well, hard lesson learned.

I'm back in the job search, only this time I'm going to try temping....this way I can see if the job is a good fit or not.

Capt stopped by this morning on his way to another doctor's appointment. He's doing really well with the diabetes, high blood pressure and cholestrol. Everything seems to be normal. When one stops drinking a six-pack of Mountain Dew, eating 3 chocolate donuts and Taco Bell everyday one gets their body normal very quickly. (I kid but I'm really proud of him and what he's done to get healthier)

As we sat on the couch, I was so excited to tell him all about the documentary I watched in the middle of last night. (I can't sleep so well lately.)

The documentarty was on the History Channel.




Big Foot.

After watching it I truly believe they exist. In Canada. I never gave the idea any credance in the past but with the facts presented coupled with sleep deprevation and my emotions running rapid, I believe in them now. I do.

So I'm all excited and telling him about all of the witnesses they had, DNA samples and proof and such and he just sat there looking at me and nodding his head. When I was all done and could hardly breath after talking all that excitedly, he said, "Babe, I think you need to get a job". Then he kissed me and left.

But really, don't you think that Big Foot/Yeti/Sasquash is real?

I can't be the only one.

And yes, Capt is right, this staying at home thing is not for me.

But I've got to go, my soaps are about to start.

Hey where did I put my bon bons?