I didn't get the position in Liquid...ah shucks! But Sylvia got it, and as I said before, she should have been the one to get it, so all is right with the world. I'll be up there for a few more days before the new schedule kicks into full force...and although it's been great to catch up on my bills and get the experience and the change of scenery, I really look forward to going back to my ho-hum schedule in Turf. Liquid come's with back-stabbing, two-faced drama...I'm not a child, and the only kid I like is Timmy...when I'm on the clock, I'd prefer to interact with grown adults, not children masquerading as them. I'm truly happy Sylvia got it...it made sense to me...and that was the first time in a long time I've seen the casino make the sensible decision.
Drew and I got our tree up last weekend, and are hoping to get the majority of our Christmas shopping done this coming weekend. The casino offered up some pretty hefty bonuses this year, so that and all my extra earnings from Liquid, I'm sitting on a spectacular amount for presents this year! And of course I'm drawing blanks on what to get for anyone...figures. :)
Timmy's still growing like a weed...poor kid gets crammed into clothes that don't fit all the time because we insist on getting as much use out of everything as possible. I don't think he notices his high-water pants or mid-drift baring shirts anyways...haha, I'm kidding...well, kinda. :) Whatever, Gramma dresses him in girl clothes that she buys on sale...judge me all you want, but at least I'm not putting him in pink and purple halloween shirts a week into November! I try to reason with her, but it falls on deaf ears.
Drew and I have been trying to get pregnant for a few months now...and I'll be honest, it's absolutely devastating seeing that big, fat negative sign in your face when you want more than anything for it to smile back at you and give you a huge thumbs up. A go-ahead for all our future planning...like setting a date for our wedding...or starting Timmy's little annex room. The simple peace of mind that our family is just that much closer to being complete. I haven't told many people we're trying...thank goodness, because the few I have told are constantly asking, "Oh, are you pregnant yet?!?" The first time, we just let it happen...now that I want to manipulate the timing, nothing. Drew doesn't share in my disappointment...it'll happen when it happens, blah blah. I know it's not something to feel so frustrated about, but I can't seem to hide how blue I am with each passing month.
