. . . moving is that you get asked a lot, "So, do you have any kids?" I know people don't mean to be mean by asking such a simple and innocent questions, but it's starting to get to me.
. . . being on the pill again is that when the end of the pack comes, the hormones go crazy and your moods get manic and your cramps are awful and you start before you're supposed to. Not fun right now.
. . . trying to find an office job after being in a school job for five years is that you don't really know where to start and end up applying to five or six different temp agencies hoping for SOMETHING and thankful that they're nice enough to walk you through a lot of it.
. . . living in Texas is that fall comes, but doesn't REALLY cool off until the end of November so my long-sleeved Halloween shirts are sort of warm right now.
. . . trying to sell a house in this economy is that it's a buyers market and they think EVERYTHING is not good enough.
. . . having a blog is that you can just get on and vent whenever you want to and your poor readers have to put up with it or quit reading (please don't quit reading . . . I need validation -- *laugh*).
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