Unemployed

Despite my best efforts to maintain part time employment, I find myself undeniably unemployed. That's right folks, that fantastic job I got that I was so excited about was very short lived. After just four short weeks, they decided that they didn't have enough time in their busy schedules to bother to train someone who didn't already know everything they needed, nor did they have enough money to pay me what we agreed- as if I wasn't very clear with them in my interview that my experience in real estate did not encompass what they wanted me to do and as if THEY didn't set the rate of pay! They never even once sat down to train with me, yet never once expressed any discontentment with my work then out of the blue tell me they don't want me working for them any more.

I have never been so wronged in my entire life. Seriously. There are not enough angry words in the English language to describe my sentiments at this moment.

It's just so crazy because I have never been so sure I received an answer to my prayer than when I accepted that job, and now it's gone. I am not doubting that I made the right decision, but I am sure anxious to know what God has planned for me next! Maybe a stay at home mom??? :)

Bunny's Secret Hideaway

Let's face it, Bunny hasn't gotten much attention around here since the baby was born. It seems as though he has been replaced. As summer drawn near, his coat grows scraggly with no one to groom him. No one to trim his nails. No one to let him out of his cage. At first his neglect provoked angry body slams against the front of his cage and desperate attempts to leap out of the top of his play pen, but as time went on he more or less gave in to his captivity.

One of the many things I hoped to accomplish by switching to a part time job was to let Bunny out to play more, but it had been so long since he had been out to play that he headed straight for trouble as to make up for all the trouble making he could have done had he been out of his cage any length of time. I tried to cut him a deal to let him out on good behavior, but he refused. I can't say I blame the guy for building up such resentment toward me these past 7 months. When I let him out of his cage he doesn't want me to pet him, he doesn't want to play, he heads straight under the couch. I didn't hear any munching sounds, so I didn't think he was sinking his teeth into anything he shouldn't be so I let him be.

Time went on and Bunny got only short escapes from his prison, spending most of his time under the couch. The carpet and baseboards are totally ruined in my living room thanks to his younger days, but I mustered up the courage to assess what kind of new damage he had recently done under the couch. He spent way too much time there for him to NOT be up to something. I got the flashlight and crouched down and there, caught like a deer in the headlights, was Bunny peering out from the inside of my couch through a hole he made in the lining. He made his very own secret hideaway. I got out his old adversary, The Broom, and promptly scooted his furry rump out of there and secured the hole with his other enemy, The Phonebook.

Let this be a lesson that when someone mistreats you and you try to hide from them, they will hunt you down with a broom and ruin all your fun.

Speaking of fun... Baby can sit up on her own now! Quite well too. Here are her 7 month pictures I took at the apartments this week wherein she demonstrated her new skill.

Portrait

I got the idea to draw a picture of the baby to put on her wall and this is what I whipped up today. It's based on a picture of her at 5 months old. It only took me about an hour total. I don't claim to be an artist, but it's not bad for not having drawn anything in the past 6+ years.

Teeth, Bees, and... A Brand New Car!

Keira has been frantically teething for the past few weeks and I had a feeling that a tooth would make an appearance soon. Sometimes she crams all her fingers in her mouth and chews on them, sometimes just her thumb, and she often grabs other people's fingers which seem to be more satisfying than her own. One day last week she bit down on my finger and a little razor sharp tooth poked me! WIthin one week, two more teeth have popped through. She'll be eating steak and corn on the cob in no time!

Not only does she have teeth, but she has gained significant mobility. For example, this weekend while at Grandma's house, I put her down to play on her rainforest play mat in the middle of the room while I went in the kitchen for no more than two minutes. I heard her fussing a little so I came in to check on her and she was nowhere to be found! I could hear her, but I couldn't see her! I followed the sound to her location which was clear across the room, BEHIND (and half way under) THE COUCH. I have no idea how she got there that fast, but if I had to guess, I'd say it was a combination of rolling and backwards crawling. She crawls all over the place, but she can't seem to get any forward momentum but she still gets around... just backwards.

The reason I was at my mom's house this weekend is really quite interesting. Friday night Art discovered a bee in the bedroom and, while hunting it down to kill it, heard a buzzing coming from the air conditioning intake vent. Not just any buzzing, but the frightening buzzing of a massive number of bees meandering through my air conditioning system. I called my landlord, who said nothing could be done about it until Monday and after another bee appeared in the kitchen, we decided it would be best to stay at my mom's until the bees were evicted. I have never been stung, so I don't know if I am allergic or not and was not anxious to find out. We didn't get to come back home until Monday night. I just hope our uninvited guests don't plan on returning.

We finally took our new car home last Thursday! Yeah, it's just a Chevy, and it's not black, but the air conditioning has been appreciated in the hot weather this week and I love how much space there is. We must have filled it up like 3 times since we got it and never even had to take the stroller out. We loaded up 3 huge bags of bark and concrete edging blocks to put in a flower bed at my mom's house, and tons of other stuff without any problem. I am also happy to report that the anti-lock brakes work wonderfully or else my new car would be totally smashed up by the idiot that pulled out in front of me the other day. And even though the horn might not spread happiness, it sure got the message across that I was not happy about almost getting in a wreck instead of them thinking they just heard the snow cone bike. I still maintain my stance that cars ought to be equipped with a happy horn and an angry horn so we can be ready for whatever comes our way.