Monday, Monday....

Whew.. It's Monday, and my head is hurts like a bitch..  I never hardly swear, so that just shows you that I'm really hurting... I feel that "special time" of the month approaching...oh joy!

Where did the weekend go anyhoo?

I hardly have time to sit down and write an entry because I'm just too busy to take the time to write anything worth writing about.  My weekends are spent basically doing my grocery shopping, cleaning the house--(I love having a clean house) and trying to spend as much quality time with my family as much as possible. 

Saturday I took a test for courtroom clerk.  I made sure I was there early, and I ended up sitting there amoung about 30 other people.  Unlike most of the people there, I didn't know anyone there.  From their conversations, they all mostly work for the county already.  I should have brought a book, instead of pretending not to overhear the fat guy across from me go on and on about so and so to this other lady, and their former co-worker who was in jail for his 3rd DUI...  There was a sheriff's baliff in the room, for some unknown reason.  Is that really necessary?  Strange.  The very large man sitting at my table across from me kept on making mistakes on his answer sheet.  As he made each correction, the table just shook, and shook..  Very annoying.  I finished the test pretty quickly and left while the majority of the people were still there.  I'm not quite sure if that is good or bad.  It wasn't that hard of a test.  We shall see.  It pays $30 a hour by the way.  Damn, that is good money. 

I made my daughter babysit Saturday, and me and hubby finally went out together alone.  This doesn't happen very often, so it's always a treat.  We went to see Number 23.  It wasn't up to our expectations.  It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't good either--kind of a let down actually.  I don't recommend it unless you are a big Jim Carey fan.  He is much better in comedies, although he did have a few lines that were comical in the movie.  Afterwards, Rich and I were sorry we went with our better judgement, and not see 911 Miami.  Yeah, the movie was that disappointing..  Afterwards we went out to dinner, and the food wasn't that great either.  The restaurant was loud, and my black bean hamburger made me nauseous.  Oh well... 

Yesterday I put all the kids in the van and drove over to Kinkos to get our passport pictures.  Of course my daughter the diva's passport picture screams, DIVA.  Andrew's pictures says:  I just woke up, and I don't want to go on this trip. Nick's picture looks fine because he is watching me make a complete fool of myself as I jump up and down behind the kinko man with the camera.  When it was my turn to take mine, it took me 6 takes before I got a decent picture without my eyes closed.  Anyone else have that problem?  I looked like I was on drugs in each photo.  The poor guy had to put a new battery in.  I finally got one with my eyes open, and you can tell in the photo that I'm making a point of keeping them open, because I'm doing that "Spock" one raised eyebrow look, as if I'm saying:  "Very un logical Capt."  Oh well.  I like my old passport picture a lot better, but it has my old last name on it.  I could use it, but  it would mean carrying my marriage certificate with me for the whole trip to prove who I am. 

I just got off the phone with a friend of mine who has been in an verbally abusive relationship for the last year.  Life just isn't long enough to live that way.  I'm urging her to move out.  No positive changes are going to happen until she makes that first step.  She isn't married (thank God) nor does she have any children--nothing to hold her back.  I hope she's out soon.  I wouldn't wish that situation to my worse enemy; been there, done that; I'm still around and the bruises inside have healed; thank God again. 

My head is pounding, and I have work to do..  Ta, ta for now!