We are headed up to the lake for a few days of enjoying the grandparents, birthday lobster (31! Tomorrow! 30 was TOTALLY my year, KB!), some 4th of July celebratin’, and some whip-crackin’ on the paper-writin’.  In a wonderful example of irony (um, I think, ever since Reality Bites & Alanis Morrisette, I doubt my use of that word) I will be retreating to a home with only dialup and no wifi in order to get my paper on the revenge effect of technology written. You know the concept that all of these advances meant to make our lives easier and stuff, might actually get in the way of getting shit done? Hmm, yeah. That.  But, the return of my brain coincided with Dave’s return to work (okay, not necessarily, it showed up a few weeks after he went back to work) so having the free hands to write the paper is a challenge, too. With Grammie and Grampie at the ready, though, Mama might just finish these damn papers once and for all. Yee to the Haw.

In other YttH news, I done got me a job at Maine’s most famous outdoor retailer.  Catalog shoppers (no,I know! People still use the TELEPHONE to order stuff from other places! CRAZY!)  It’s odd to be applying for the type of job I went to college to move away from, but it’s less than 2 miles from my house, evening hours, part time, and a decent wage. Also, an easy-ass job, taking orders over the phone. (My other phone jobs were outbound health surveys, so people were annoyed to get called, and inbound tech support, where people were pissed that their internet stopped working. This is people excited to get the breed of their dog embroidered on their boat&tote bag.  Anyway, I start on September 5, which basically perfectly aligns with what I’d hoped to do about working/staying home.  It’s nice to know that there won’t be a gaping hole of "what next?" as we use our savings to supplement Dave’s income, you know? And I’ll finish my degree in December, and go from there. Woohoo.

If you haven’t noticed, I added 5 photos to Ingrid’s album, over yonder. I got a working D70 back, and still, the lust. Ahhhh.

Ingrid & my mom…