So I had a pretty good weekend, had my birthday party a bit early (the actual day is next Monday) but for a variety of reasons we had it early. I got to see some people I hadn’t seen in a while, meet some new friends and generally had a drunken good time. I also made an ass out of myself on numerous occasions, but I suppose that is to be expected. Afterall I can barely maintain my composure sober sometimes, alcohol is a guarentee for stupidity.
Other than that our ghost hunting team had a meeting, where we were lucky enough to get a new member. More about that later- we have another hunt sceduled in two weeks.
I have a big decision to make, about moving. It’s complicated and doesn’t just effect me, so I have no idea what is going to happen, but I may be moving in  a few months.
I am really pushing hard to get a new job. I check the web every other day or so, I’ve rewritten my resume a few times, hoping something, anything will pop up. I’m not making nearly enough money and while I realize the economy sucks monkey balls right now but I know I have the education and experience to do at least a little better than this piece of shit company is willing to give me. Any help is always appriciated, if you see anything. I am willing and even eager to move out of the state, or even the region, so if you see some awesome job for a anthro grad somewhere on the west coast… wishful thinking, I know.
I miss Mom every day. This rebuilding my life thing sucks.  I’m so effing tired…sleep is harder to get then a mortgage these days.

Title Credits: “The Mansion Family” Episode 12, Season 11

This is late, I planned on having it posted on Sunday. Here it is, a belated birthday ode to my beloved. It fails at its objective, just as I predicted. Oh well, I tried. It’s difficult to describe deep emotions. I have multiple posts started regarding various strong emotions, many that will probably never be finished. But as The Boy’s 30th birthday approaches, I wanted to try, at least, to explain something of my feelings towards him. I will fail, miserably (what does it say about me that I set out to do something, knowing failure is a foregone conclusion?) and probably rewrite it sixteen times trying to get it right, but still I feel like it’s something I have to attempt. 

There are a lot of little reasons people fall in love. It wouldn’t be hard to sit here and wax poetic about his endless blue eyes or the neat, comfy way I fit in his arms or even the way his laughter erases the stress I don’t even know I’m carrying- it’d be easy, but it’d be a cop out. It’s harder, much, much harder, to put words to the deeper connections, the ones people don’t talk about a lot because it is so very hard to describe. I’m going to try. 

http://www.desmoinesregister.com/article/20090403/NEWS/90403010

What a FANTASTIC day to be an Iowan!