Update...

I'm mostly moved into my new place. I love living in a house full of friends instead of a cramped apartment with my bossy sister... and having a washer and dryer.
I'm applying for a new position tomorrow... (new position = travel money) ...I'll let you know how it goes.
I'm no longer out of mineral makeup or mascara - thanks to Whole Foods and M.A.C.
My hair is healthy and shiny - and I have a hair appointment with a stylist who is supposedly a master with curls. I'm ready for a drastic change... for real this time! I mean it. Maybe.
I recently overhauled my wardrobe. It's full of saucy pencil skirts in various textures and patterns, wide-legged trousers, bright colors and belted blouses. I've been mixing contrasting colors with gorgeous results.
My library books have all finally been returned -mostly because the fines were getting ridiculous, not because I wanted to return the books.
I sang in my mother's ward on Mother's Day. It went fine.
My birthday was great, see previous post.
I don't want a puppy anymore. My sister just got one. She's a pain. But really really cute. If I'm gonna get something that needs that much attention and money and pees on the floor, I'm gonna get a kid.

The Greatest Day

It's taken me forever finally find the time to blog this. Two weeks ago I had the greatest day. There's a really great group of kids in the shelter right now. There are 8 of them and they're all between the ages of 5 and 11. They're all really funny and creative and when they found out my birthday was coming, they began covert operations. They asked for construction paper and balloons and spent hours in one of the rooms in the center "practicing" and making me keep out. Things at work have been really busy and I've been pulling double duty performing my regular job and half of the case management - So I knew full well these kids had something up their sleeves, but had been so busy I was taken by surprise when they sprung things on me. We'd just had art therapy and the kids and I were cleaning up when they told me to go in my office and don't come out until they said so. I went in my office and heard giggling and scurrying. One of the kids came in my office and told me to close my eyes and she led me out of the office. When I opened my eyes, the room was dark except for the glow of birthday candles and all of the kids and their moms and several other clients were singing "Happy Birthday" to me. I cannot describe how incredibly moved I was. It was a moment I'll remember for the rest of my life. I spend hours everyday listening to their fears and anguish and despair. I know how hopeless many of them feel. How hard it is for them to pick of the pieces and feel empowered and here they were singing to me. Have you ever heard that cheesy birthday song sung and honestly felt love? I have now. I've never experienced anything like it. When I blew out the candles, my wish had nothing to do with me. Then the kids led me into our large group room and sat all of the adults down and performed a play and a song that they had written just for me. It was honestly the best birthday I've ever had.

One more week...

...to the big Two Seven (27).

I'm moving at the end of the month.

I'm applying for a new position at the end of the month - same shelter, different position.

I'm out of mineral makeup - time to make a trip to Whole Foods.

I'm out of mascara... see above.

I really really need a haircut - but my hair is healthy and shiny.

I've got some foxy new clothes - and I'm gonna get more.

My birthday is in 10 days and I'm really happy that it's on a Saturday.

My library books are overdue.

I'm singing in my mother's ward on Sunday - I haven't sung in public in a really really long time - and I don't even know the song yet.

I really want a puppy, but the one I want is $1500 - I don't have that kind of cash.

Ummmm.... that's about it.... maybe.

Riddle me this...

What in the hell does a man mean when he tells you that you are the kind of girl that one marries, but not that one dates? Does that make sense to you? It doesn't to me. What if he says, "You're exactly the kind of girl I want to marry, but since I'm not ready to get married, I don't think we should date." That's a direct quote. Are you or aren't you dating to find a spouse? And I've actually heard this more than once. What the monkey does that mean?!? I don't get it. I think it's a cop out. Losers. Somebody please show me that there are some normal men on this planet.