This afternoon on my way home from work I started thinking about my love/hate relationship with moving. A while back I had come to the realization that all my moving had a deeper reason than just a job or person, or whatever. I started to correlate my moving with my general unrest with life. When I became depressed, I packed up my stuff and left.

I didn’t have to look very deep to see this correation, by the way. This last move however, really was for a job. I know that because I miss the living bejeezus out of my apartment in Santa Rosa. But I find it psychologically intersting that I am so anxious to get back. My life here in Sacramento is full of really good things. I really love being close to my sister. Seeing her once a week has been really good for both of us I imagine. And Miis P with her little Miss M? That has been a treat as well.

Truth be told, there is something nice coming home to a house with no TV. Where I am my only entertainment. I seem to get so much more done for myself. Including crafts and cleaning. I know that when I go back to Santa Rosa it is going to be hard to maintain this lifestyle and I really can’t tell you why. It isn’t like Winemonkey forces me to watch TV. Hopefully the effort will be strong.

p.s. a whole post and no mention of Pebbles…. I was trying to spare you. =)

It occurred to me that I have been slacking in the most offensive way here. I went to a fabulous restaurant and I didn’t tell you what I ate. I went to a bad-ass taco dinner night with friends who I love and don’t see enough and you didn’t even know it. I bought what I need to make my own wine this year and you are the last to know. Did you know I baked the most awesome pink princess birthday party cake? I bet you didn’t. And somewhere in there I went camping at a beautiful reservoir where we encountered a bear! Maybe I told you that part…

But don’t worry. I haven’t even been spreading the love by telephone to those who’s numbers I have.

So let me start with the most recent: The pink princess birthday party cake. Well Pink Princess Birthday Party Cake and coordinating cuppycakes. (Her icing top was deftly removed by a four year old boy. The inappropriate humor that ensued is too much for me to repeat.)

You know what makes me feel so good about this cake? Is that this special little three year old pulled her step stool up to the side of the table to get a better look at her michellemade birthday cake. Something melts when a little girl tells you she thinks you made her something beautiful. You might also melt when you see another little girl eating her little cuppycake.

And, as a side note, there was a pink princess jumpy house. Which the adults TOTALLY used once most of the kids were gone. But this little guy hung with us even when we were jumping like maniacs.

Kid’s birthday parties. Nothing takes you back to your inner kid. God it felt good!

Up, up, up and down.

That has been the mood swing pattern every day for the last two or three months. Unless I don’t get out of the house during the day. If I don’t get out you can aptly describe the mood as down, down, and holy hell could you get any more down? This is the main cause for the lack of blogging.

Today I got another rejection letter. This one was from the city. Telling me that I was (wait for it. Hold your breath) NOT QUALIFIED. Right. Well I hate to tell the city here that I have been going to school for ten fucking years doing exactly what they described in their job posting. And I am sorry that they have some cheap-ass way of making people write essays that can’t quite hit on their qualifications… that they are more interested in whether candidates can name the make and model of every scientific instrument that they have ever touched.

Which leads me to my next rant. Why is that places like DeVry can place their graduates after they finish? And yet, when you have paid out your ass to get a Ph.D., you get nothing. No help. Maybe someone will look at your resume and say, “It looks good. I would hire you.” Which would be great if you wanted to be the assistant to the career counselor. But what about, “Here are some places to apply.” You don’t even have to hand me the job. Just help me figure out where I can fit. Where I might be happy. Because I apparently don’t know the answer to that anymore.

And nothing makes this worse than the fact that no matter how you feel during the day, the panic sets in when your head hits the pillow. And you decide that the best remedy to that is to come to the computer and blog. I tell you something… it really isn’t getting me any closer to some zzzz’s.

Sometime in the last few weeks I decided that my hair was too long and it was giving me a headache. I checked to make sure it was long enough to donate, and then made an appointment to get it cut.

So here are some before and after pictures… I had bedhead in my before picture, but I am sure that you will forgive me. You can click the pictures to make them bigger.

Here is the before shot…

This little braid is 10 inches long!

I love the lighting in my bathroom… makes the pictures glow nice and yellow.

Just the backside. It is crazy to have a bare neck!