Its...April?

Time flies when you aren't having fun. Nah, that can't be the saying.

But it does fly.

No dive bombs in the job search category. However, our alumni in Everett's center has developed a listing for those of us who went through the Rehabilitation Counseling program for jobs we qualify for. Excellent. Now, to just find something that I actually have the qualifications for.

Life is on its usual merriment. Since January, I have pretty much been shackled to the kitchen. By that, I mean all the shopping, all the dishes, all the cooking, all the dump & recycling referrals...etc. Now, don't get me wrong, there is a method to my madness.

1. After watching my mom spend, I kid you not, 1.5 hours to do a sauce pan, frying pan, handful of utensils, four plates, a couple of glasses--it was time to do something. Not that I am particularly fond of dishes and wish they would remove the defunct dishwasher and buy a new one (the reasoning is that because we are on a well with multitudes of minerals, mom wants to get on the city water--I don't think so).

2. Shopping--after watching mom attempt again to go shopping, it is just easier for me to go with her ATM card. I spend more time in traffic than actually shopping and I really do go to different stores to get best prices. Not to mention, I like to get in, get it done and home.

3. Remember that defunct dishwasher mentioned in point 1? Yeah, it actually does have a purpose: holding the glass jars that are cleaned and emptied (for some reason, all the adults in the house, sans moi, like that cheese you find with salsa in the chip aisle. Between that and Ranch Dressing, I think mom & Jack are addicted--scary stuff) for recycling (I am the only one who thrives in the world of throwing glass and listening to it shatter--stress relief!!!!) and--get this... holding a garbage bag open.

Those of you who have been to the Bremerton House of Fun knows that the kitchen I have known for 37 years--is approximately 3 x 8 with counters and appliances. Two people can barely manage--throw in three overweights and Jack, plus the dog--and well...lets say the garbage bag is a commodity that really isnt' necessary to personal growth and development. So I have instituted going twice a week to the dump for garbage and recycling. Now, if I can hopefully train mom, then maybe I can train the idiot at the transfer station to find a personality.

4. Cooking. Now this, I seriously don't mind. I have found a few good recipes that everyone has raved about, a couple that need some refining and some that I would never make again if I was forced by oompa lumpas. I have considered maybe doing culinary arts. But its only a consideration. My stumbling blocks are: dad's 60+ year grudge against Chicken and mom's inability to try meat with "sweet" in it (duh, you eat teryaki, don't you?)

Right now, I'm doing spring cleaning. I want to get ahead so I can clean out the cupboards and rearrange to make it a bit user friendly. Not to mention, both have a horrible habit of buying more and shoving the old to the back. Believe me, 4 years past its prime Mac & Cheese loses something in the process and it's much more than that cheesy goodness.

The computer is also at the kitchen table and so is my crafting area...or what constitutes as my crafting area. I have been slowly rebuilding the DMC-Embroidery floss I have. It's about the only handwork I can do. Tried knitting in Girl Scouts---mmmm....NOPE. I think my needles became flying projectiles at the scout leader---or was it her snotty daughter? anyway, I can do cross-stitch (it's just been years) and some embroidery. My sewing leaves much to be desired and I've never latched on to Crochet, Knitting, Crewel, etc. Don't ask me why--

Today, I think I actually completed the normal thread, bought the varigated and some of another bunch. That is harder on the pocket book so that will only be a few at a time.

Other than that, nothing new to report. 7 month anniversery on the 12th!!!

I need to visit here more, huh?

Mindy the thread winder