.:: Fire The Housewife ::.

All I can say right now is, OH SEAN!

details to come!!!
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Okay, it’s T-minus 2 1/2 hours ish til I go to work. In this time here is what I will get done. I will take a shower, I will get dressed for work, then in what will probably be a really stupid move, I will move my desk to the other side of the room across from The Boyfriend’s. Then I will take everything off of the BRAND NEW EXPEDIT BOOKSHELF THE BOYFRIEND BROUGHT HOME FOR ME THE OTHER DAY and move it to the other side of the room, where my desk currently is.

I can do it, I think!

Oh, and I forgot to answer a little question Stinky asked. This summer I probably will not be at Pomona, but I TOTALLY plan to come back in the future because The Boyfriend has never gone and I feel it’s important that he gets to spend some time around Uncle Mike when he’s been drinking. I think it’s like a rite of passage.

So, I’ve done it, I’ve gone and gotten a job. One of the many perks of this new job, besides a paycheck, will be that I can stop running this damn household. I do the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, the putting away of laundry, the grocery list making and shopping, and basically everything else. I know The Boyfriend loves it this way because it’s entirely reminiscent of his childhood, but I hate doing about 75% of that stuff, so now he’s doing it. I should actually mention I’m going to sit on my butt for two weeks while he does everything, but I’d hate to ruin the surprise for the boyfriend. Housewifing an apartment doesn’t pay that well, I’ve only made $14 dollars in the past two weeks. Which I guess isn’t bad when you really think about it, but selling a book on half.com and getting a rebate check for some deodorant I bought at rite-aid isn’t really all that exciting.

Actually, this is not true, turns out The Boyfriend is not as tidy as he once let on and I spend a good portion of my life FREAKING OUT. I don’t hand chaos very well, I mean, I got better living at Dad’s house while I was student teaching where most of my life was chaos, but now I’m a big girl, and since I don’t have a teaching job I don’t really have much going on in my life right now, I want order, I want my living room to look like it jumped out of an Ikea catalog, and, well, minus the furniture OUR LIVING ROOM DOES SO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT.

Mostly I need this job so I can get the ball rolling on getting a teaching job. I need money so I can take tests and get licenses! Kansas! Hurry up and give me my license! As soon as I have that baby I’ll probably start sending out resumes and whatnot because, well, at least I can prove I graduated from college (I still don’t have a diploma either!) .

It hasn’t exactly been a week of firsts, but I guess we can spin it a little and say this is the first time I’ve been hired to a daycare…IN WASHINGTON.

Wish me luck!

If my wonderful sister were to pack up some things and send to me, I think it’d go a little something like this…

1 record player

1 tupperware lunch box (it’s in the cabinet by the dishwasher)

1 rolling pin (the one with the orange handles)

1 camera cord

1 envelope full of important documents like my passport and social security card that didn’t get packed up somehow, it’s all in a manila envelope! I know that!

I know there was a few other things, but I can’t think of them right now.  Looks like you better just rent a u-haul and drive up here. lollerskate.

The way I see it, if I have to be a housewife, I deserve some perks, from everyone, because you should all be pitying me.  So I’ve decided to post a gift list so you can all buy me housewarming gifts.

DO IT!

GIFTS!