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I'm usually really good at remembering holidays and special events. This year, totally missed Marcus' and my 14th anniversary. Yep, we celebrate our "anniversary" on October 28th. It was the date in 1992 that Marcus and I officially became a couple (even though we had been seeing each other for almost 3 months). With everything else that has been going on recently, the date slipped my mind. In fact, all of October is kind of a blur. Anyway, I just wanted to say how lucky I am to have found him and also say:

I got an email this afternoon from a company I interviewed with waaaay back before I even lost my last job:

Hello LaDonna,
You interviewed with me here at XXXXXX XXXXXXXX a few months back and I wanted to check with you to see if you found a Graphics position or not. We will have an opening soon and I thought would inquire to see if you were available or still had an interest in doing Trade Show large format graphic design.

Dammit! This was slightly amusing yesterday what I got that phone message, but this is downright infuriating! So now that I've actually now have, all my past interviews are going to come out of the woodwork with offers of employment? Grrrrrrrr!

I've been in a little bit of a funk this morning. Laura writing about our CollegeAmerica experience this morning in conjunction with just finding an old digital diary I kept at that time (things I couldn't/didn't want on my blog because it was too personal and friends and family read it) made me realize really how stagnant my life has been. That whole period of my life was six years ago and things are just as bad, in fact they are worse, than they were then. I knew then that I was in a bad rut. I kept telling myself what I needed to do to get out of it.

Why am I so afraid and resistant to the changes I need to make to really get what I want and be happy? I've written before about how I believe that your thoughts create your reality. I catch myself in the midst of negative thinking all the time. I wish I knew when I started doing that, but it needs to stop right now. I look at all the stuff I need to do around here and think, "I'll never get all of this finished." So, I never start and it never gets finished. I think, "Nobody is going to ever want to hire me again" and I create that. "I'll never have the money to do..." whatever it is and I don't have any money. I know thinking positively is a practiced skill. I have a lot of good in my life and the only thing stopping me from getting more good things is me.

I've decided to start another blog where I can start documenting the progress and changes I'm making. I will not allow woe there. I'll link to it when I get it up and running. I'm thinking of using wordpress so that I can become more familiar with that platform. I still have dreams of doing some kind of my own business. Making blogs pretty is fun. Once I find a day job, maybe I can do some freelance blog design as extra cash. I don't want to do it as my sole source of income.

As for good news, I have an interview on Monday at Marcus' place of employment for their prepress department. Although Marcus at one time said we could never work for the same company again, this could work. He wouldn't be my boss and my hours might possibly be different from his. I definitely wouldn't see much of him. So, send positive job-getting vibes my way, please. Thanks!

OK, I've got to go check the mail for my last unemployment check and go get some rabbit food. I'll be back later!

Wait...that's a little strong. I don't hate cats, I just really dislike them. What I hate? Irresponsible cat owners. I set a stinky trash bag out on the back porch. As soon as Marcus left for work, I went back to get dressed to take the garbage down to the dumpster. I open the back door and what do I find (not 15 minutes later)? The cats have torn the trash bag open and scattered the refuse everywhere! Coffee grinds, pumpkin guts, egg shells...Man, I was PISSED! If you're going to own a cat, keep it inside. I hate cats that roam. I hate finding shit in my bark, I hate cats clawing at my screen trying to get to my bird, I hate cats jumping on my car and setting off my alarm, I hate cats climbing the big tree next to us and running around on my roof. To make matters worse, a lot of the "pet" cats around here hook up with other pet cats, then we have tons of feral cats. If you're going to own a cat, get it fixed. Then the well-meaning lady across the street dumps food out in the middle of the street to feed the feral cats and it makes the problems even worse because all those darned cats hang around their food source. You can't call animal control because they won't do anything about it. I wish I had a high pressure water hose. I'd use it a lot during the day. Maybe a good strong dose of water every time they come near here would make them hang out elsewhere.