Hi ho, hi ho

So, remember that job interview I posted about a couple weeks ago? The one that went really well?

Well, yesterday was my first day at work. I am so unbelievably stoked to be back in the work force that I can't stand it. Husband got laid off back in October and we've been scrounging to get by. But now I finally have a job so hopefully some stress will be lifted off of our shoulders.

Also, we were starting to get a little testy with each other. We were with each other all day, every day and we found out little tiny things that get on the other's nerves. Also, cabin fever is real. I felt like Jack Torrance from the Shining.

I work again today 11 am - 7 pm. It's my first eight hour shift ever and I can't wait. It's an easy job, really. I work the front desk at a hotel. Behind one of my favorite restaurants ever.

I totally know where I'm going to eat lunch every day.

And random note: I'm watching Earth 2 on Netflix and those alien people have weird hands. Like what the hell is on their fingers? Seriously.

Why hello, Netflix. Nice of you to stop by again.

As the title implies, my family have Netflix. Both instant streaming and DVD. We actually canceled our satellite service because we just watch Netflix all the time so why not just get rid of the satellite which is costing us money.

Or this was my husband's reasoning, anyway.

Well, around Christmas time we received this movie because, well, I wanted it. I wanted to watch  'Nestor the Long-Eared Christmas Donkey' if it was the last thing I did. And since I spend more time adding things to the queue then my husband does, I usually get to pick what's coming next.

Anyway, we sent back dear Nestor, and waiting for the next DVD in the queue, which happened to be the miniseries version of 'The Shining' (which actually follows the book, though Stanley Kubrick's version was all sorts of whack-a-doodle fun) and I stoked for it. Husband, not so much, because he doesn't like horror movies. He likes movies like 'Crank' and 'Ninja Assassin'. I like movies where people are either kissing or people are getting hacked to bits.

Side Note: When Husband worked, he would call home and ask what I was watching/playing on the PS3. If I was watching something dull or romantic (his words, not mine), he'd be home shortly. If I was playing Dante's Inferno (which I am always playing) or watching something gory, he'd take his dear sweet time coming home because that usually meant I'd had a rough day.

He could also tell just how rough my day had been by asking me which circle of Hell I was in while playing Dante's Inferno. Anything above greed was a fair warning that I might be grouchy when he came home.

ANYWAYS.

Days passed and I waited for 'The Shining' to show up so I could watch it and drink my alcoholic beverage of choice, which I bought from the liquor store back on my birthday called 'RedRum'.

Actually, this is really delicious by itself, but super delicious when 

mixed with Dr. Pepper.

Unfortunately, it didn't show up. And the queue was full and while I wanted to watch more movies I couldn't because the damn queue was full.

So I finally had enough. I contacted Netflix. They apparently never received 'Nestor the Long-Eared Christmas Donkey' and just figured that I never sent it back. But they felt bad that I'd waited so long for the 'The Shining' that they'd send it out at their earliest convenience.

Which happened to be today. I squealed like a little girl at the mailbox.

I plan on watching this tonight, whether Husband likes it or not.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Erin Go Bragh! Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone.

Today's the day where the Irish (like myself) and the non-Irish alike get together and celebrate St. Patrick running the snakes out of Ireland. And how do we celebrate?

By physically assaulting those who don't wear green through pinching and bringing people one step closer to liver failure by drinking as much as humanly possible. Woohoo!

Now unfortunately, I have never gotten drunk on St. Patrick's day (although tonight, this will change!) but I have been looking for ways for not only Husband and I to celebrate, but for Little Miss to celebrate too.

So I bring you a recipe from Parents.com for 'Luck O' the Irish' cookies! They're easy to make and yummy. You can see the recipe on my new page.

Hope everyone has a good St. Patrick's Day! Go watch the Boondock Saints or something!

Angry Birds, Jobs, and Ice Cream

I made a new friend yesterday.

There was this little boy at the playground in the mall. And let me tell you, I thought that I was addicted to Angry Birds. This little boy has played every version of the game to date.

And he railed me with questions regarding the game. Have I gotten this? Do I need to look out for the aliens in the space one? Have you seen the birds on the plane? How about in the cage? Of course, the majority of the time I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about, but it was still fun to talk to him until it was time for him to go. Husband was sitting next to me the whole time, watching Little Miss run around (she actually shared! Hooray!) while I chatted with the kid, laughing.

All in all, it was a good day though. Little Miss had her therapy session, in which she is doing wonderful, which is AWESOME. We were actually told that if she keeps the progress up, she may not need therapy anymore. Which is wonderful, compared to where she was not even two months ago.

Also had a job interview, which also went awesome. Then a preliminary job screening, which was pretty fun, although they had some kinda strobe light thing going on in the store and it kept blinding me. Then another job screening, in which Little Miss came with me and sat grumpily in a chair while I talked to the lady at the front desk. It took me all of two minutes, but Little Miss acted like she was never going to make it out of the building alive.

Husband relived his childhood. They're having a monster truck rally something or other in town this weekend, and they had two of the trucks on display: Monster Mutt and Gravedigger (his favorite). He got autographed pictures of the trucks by the drivers and took pictures of Little Miss, a giant hot sauce packet, and myself with the trucks.

 Little Miss and I with Monster Mutt

Little Miss, Taco Bell Hot Sauce, Gravedigger, and myself.

Then we all went to McDonald's, had dinner and got ice cream as a treat. Little Miss and Husband shared a Shamrock Shake. And by shared, I mean that Little Miss eventually just took over.

But while Husband mourned the loss of his shake, I sat content in my own ice cream cone. And I would be damned if my cone went the same way as his shake.

I was also looking into the sun when this picture was taken.

I then promptly passed out at a friend's house before finally coming home.

Unfortunately I came home to the news that my 96 year old grandmother is in the hospital. It's minor, and she's expected to be released soon, but it's worrisome nonetheless. I plan on visiting her tomorrow, since I tried to today and she wasn't home. Obviously, it was because she was in the hospital, but I was not informed until about 10:00 pm.

I hope everyone else had a wonderful day.

New changes to the blog coming, among other things.

I've to the conclusion that this blog needs a lot more than just me rambling. Because once I get started I just can't seem to stop, and that causes everything to turn into one long-winded blog post that no one wants to read. 

So, I'm going to start adding different little sections here and there, and fill them with recipes and craft ideas and other random things. Hopefully that will make things more interesting around here. 

Of course, I'll probably still write my incredibly long winded posts, but at least you will be able to click on another part of the blog and read something that you might be much more interested in. 

Also, Grandmama has introduced me to Angry Birds. She got a Kindle Fire (for Valentine's Day, and I'm extremely jealous) and it came with Angry Birds on it (I think). I mentioned it and she pulled it out and told me to try it. 

Dear God, it is simple but it is fun. I ended up coming home and downloading the Angry Birds game on Facebook. And if Husband leaves his iPod Touch around me for too much longer I'm going to see if it's on that. Because I get bored really easily.

Little Miss likes to watch me play it. In fact, she demands that she gets to pull up a chair and watch. This of course, is real cute and sweet, but she doesn't stop jumping up or talking so I get distracted and then the little evil pigs win. Then I have to bite my lips to resist swearing at the computer screen in front of the three and a half year old, and she starts yelling "come on, really?!" at the screen, which is kind of cute. 

But in the back of my mind I think that when she's older, I'm going to wait until she starts playing video games. And when she gets really into it and is in the middle of something important, I'm going to run screaming through the room and jump in front of the TV/Computer screen. 

Revenge will be sweet, kiddo.

So, today we went back to look at the house we want to buy, and I fell in love all over again. Husband did too, though he was probably especially happy to get his Sierra Mist back, since he left it there last time. And Father-In-Law came and saw it, along with Mother-In-Law, Brother-In-Law and Velvet, the crazy chocolate lab puppy. Little Miss was sad to leave because she wants to move in right now.

That might be because she'll be living right up the street from her Granny (Mother-In-Law) which is her favorite place in the whole world, apparently.

We even drove through the town nearby. I've been through there before, but now that I'm probably going to be living there, I paid special attention toward everything. Not only are there chain stores, there's small Mom-and-Pop stores that have been around for decades that are still going strong. And personally, I'll go to one of those stores before going to a chain any day of the week.

The elementary school where Little Miss would be going is damaged though. The East Coast earthquake really tore it up (though it needed to be remodeled anyway. It was about 20 minutes away from the epicenter.). So instead of going to school fifteen minutes away, she'll be going to one about 30-45 minutes away. It's still better than where we are now, where the closest elementary school in our district is about an hour away. Mother-In-Law and Grandmama are worried about us and the bus stop, but we're right there at the bus stop, so I highly doubt there would be any trouble. And Little Miss has been super excited for months at the prospect of riding a school bus, so hopefully that will go smoothly too. Especially when she realizes that Husband and I can't ride the school bus with her.

I feel slightly ridiculous, obsessing over this house, but I feel like this house is the one. I wouldn't mind living there for years, instead of the house we live in now. It's in a quiet, nice neighborhood, and no one speeds down the road like they do in front of the house we have now. I have my reasons for wanting a house that I can turn into a home of my own, but that's a discussion for another post, since that story is kind of long anyway.

But there's nothing that anyone can do right now about it, not until the offer on our house goes through and the offer on the house we want goes through. So it's the waiting game.

Pity I'm not a real patient person.

This is interesting.

So, I'm trying out the new Blogger interface thing that they kept telling me to try at the top of the screen. And it's interesting. I kind of like it, actually.

There's more options for stuff. That's nice. I am a weirdo who clicks on just about everything so it's fun having new things to click on. But other than that, well...it's ok.

I mean, I like it, but I'm not all OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING over it.

*shrug*

At least my blog looks different now. More pop and all that. My husband has disappeared so while he's off playing video games across the street at 2:14 in the morning, I'm once again, messing around with my blog.

Oh well. I'll just force him to read it later or something. Like, tomorrow evening, since we have a full day packed full of in-law things tomorrow. Woohoo!

Admitting you have a problem is the first step.

So, I think I'm addicted to Pinterest. Seriously, ya'll.

Also, it sounds like someone in my house is either screaming or whistling, which shouldn't be happening because it is 5:11 AM, so it's rather creepy.

But anyway, back to Pinterest.

It is one of the more fun things I've found on the internet. That's probably because I spend WAY too much time being bored out of my skull at home. So, I end up pinning things. Random things. Things that I will probably never do because I am so busy finding more things to do on Pinterest.

On the plus side, I've designed my dream home and garden, stuff for not only Little Miss but any future spawn that may come into our lives, and I've decided I want a West Highland Terrier (actually this was decided years ago, but Pinterest has only made my want for one greater). Hubby sees me on the site and laughs but he obviously does not take my addiction seriously.

So, I will admit it to you, dear world.

My name is Amanda and I have a Pinterest addiction.

I wonder if there will be cookies and coffee at the support group.

P.S. The creepy noise was the neighbor's roosters. I think.

Jumping for joy.

So, in the past few weeks, my husband and I have decided on something. We wanted to move houses. Now, this was for a variety of reasons.

1. The sheer lack of space in our home. Our house is so cluttered with things from my old house and Hubby's things that he never unpacked and the unrelenting flow of toys that people keep giving us that we honestly do not have room for anything.
2. We're out in the middle of nowhere. It's two hours away from my parents, his parents and an hour (at least) to get into town. The nearest grocery store is only 20 minutes away from here, which isn't so bad, but with gas getting as expensive as it is, it would be nice to live closer.
3. Our neighbor is freaking annoying. He's completely destroyed the yard. And he and his wife will get drunk and start yelling or blaring Lynard Skynard. Oh yeah, and his friends who will park in the middle of the street and lay on the horn at 3 a.m. Or just pull up our drive way and park in our yard instead.

And the list goes on and on.

We've gone out and searched for houses, and we came across one that we both really like. And don't have to worry about being close, because it's literally a 7 minute walk from that house to his parents house and only 45 minutes to my parents house. I loved it, Hubby loved it, Little Miss loved it, even Mother-In-Law and Brother-In-Law liked it. We just needed someone to buy our house first.

Well, today, I check my e-mail to find one from a person who's interested in buying our house. I pretty much ran through the house announcing that someone wanted to buy it. Hubby is excited too and told me to e-mail them back, which I did, of course.

Now we wait. I hope person follows through. I am ridiculously excited to move. 

So pardon me, I have to get back to designing and decorating the new house on Pinterest.