This weekend was really nice. On Friday we went to a 300 acre ranch that belongs to a friend’s grandpa. They had goats, horses, chickens, and a shooting range… That’s right. At the ripe old age of 29 I shot my first gun. My first three guns to be exact. Nothing like being on a hillside with three guys who are all into shooting. It was pretty exhilarating.

On Saturday Porter and little Miss M came out to visit. That was also super nice. We went to the beach with Winemonkey. We thought it was going to be cold and foggy because that is what it was like most of the drive out to the beach. Once we got there, the fog had cleared and the sun was out. It was nice and warm, but not too warm. We spent a few hours just laying around… well a better half of the day just laying around. Came home and had shrimp tacos!! Yum yum!

Sunday Porter and Miss M and I went shopping at the local fruit market. First we went out to lunch at our second choice, the Willowwood because apparently the Underwood isn’t open on Sundays for lunch. After the market we went and got lavender ice cream at Screamin’ Mimi’s.

After ice cream we came home and just relaxed. Honestly. It was super nice. If only I had to wake up for a job on Monday morning…

You know… Porter and little Miss M are coming out tomorrow. I am pretty excited about that. Mostly because when I lay around the house with Winemonkey I am bored. But when I lay around the house with Porter it is extravagant and AWESOME.

Although we really aren’t going to be laying around the house. We will probably go to the beach in the afternoon and then meet her dad for dinner. Which will be awesome.

And really… the only way it could be better would be if Lisa could come out, but then someone has to sleep on the floor or an air mattress….

Hopefully Lisa will visit soon.

Well I have been spending loads of time freaking out over what the future holds for me. For some reason, today I am not feeling the weight of the truth. Maybe it is because I spent an hour talking to my mom and dad last night. This usually doesn’t make me feel better, but this time I think that it worked. My father, who is generally the man telling you to take whatever you can get and be happy about it told me essentially that desperate times called for desperate measures, but that I am a smart, qualified person who shouldn’t take a job that offered $15 an hour that will only carry me to November.

And so that leaves me here hoping that something will come my way. I am getting ready to start the application process for the state. I think that it is crazy what you have to go through in order to be a state employee. But when you are ready to jump through the hoops, I guess you’ve got to jump.

If only I could make wine.

I am sure that this will not be the last time that I hear that. But I hope that I will still get interviews where I can convince wine people that I am not interested in making a lot of money. I am interested in making wine.

But then again, the thought of owning a house… having kids…. and in general being out of debt does sound awfully good too.

Maybe I am interested in making a lot of money, but not sacrificing loving my job.