Last Friday began my first official period since my miscarriage a few months ago. I was not expecting it at all since I had been period free for almost 6 months. I didn't get my usual annoying symptoms - it just showed up. Uninvited and very unwelcome.
It started off so slowly with a huge case of nausea. Every smells made me want to hurl and I spent most of my days overcome with the desire to race to the bathroom to relieve myself of whatever I had (or had not) eaten. I've never had a cycle like this before. If I allowed myself to become consumed with nagging desires, I would swear I was pregnant. But I am not.
Meanwhile, I am on the hunt for employment. Job searching in this part of hell-dome is a pain in the assssssssssssssssssssss. I am used to Milwaukee's huge employment section with its 28763 pages of HELP WANTED ads. Here, the Sunday paper barely has a page and a half. Ugh. I am also used to working for a lot of money in a fast paced environment, but there is none of that here. One ad actually was looking for a secretary and the pay was $5.15/hour. Ashley thought I was crazy when I was sitting in bed crossing out all of the ads I wouldn't even consider. I'll admit I am picky... I don't want some crap-ass job that will make me miserable.
Furthermore, I guess Big Daddy is a little pissed off at me. He has yet to reply to my emails... and now that I think of it I haven't heard from my mom either. They were having a bit of a battle of wits. Ok that isn't true because my dad has no wit. You see, every year my dad goes to that big even where men in uniforms throw a pig skin ball. I only can recall one time where he did not go (and that was because my mother busted him talking to someone about his then-mistress and how he was going to see her and blah blah blah. It was the first time my mother heard for herself - from his mouth - that he was having an affair). Wives and daughters are not invited to join the men - and Ash is included in that group because my dad knows he would tell my mom exactly what was going on. Now when my dad goes, my mother doesn't care and ends up making her own plans which really pisses him off. Don't you LOVE when someone is doing wrong but have the nerve to get upset when they think that someone is doing it too? This year my mom went to stay with some friends but I know before she took off, she left my dad a picture of his mistress from the weekend newspaper with a very harsh note about his lack of taste in women these days. (She sent me a copy... and wow... the lady is not at all attractive. But I have always thought that my moms beauty intimidated my dad so he had to screw ugly women.) I am sure her little comments sent him over the edge of frustration. Plus, he likes to deny that this particular woman is his mistress (even though he has been busted coming out of her house in the middle of the night) so I can only imagine how he attempted to defend his choice while not confirming that she was the one. Oh how I wish I were a fly on the wall for that showdown.
All right, enough ramble. Time to hop back on the "Job Search Express". Wish me luck in finding SOMETHING good around here. My sister told me yesterday that I was going to find a job, get settled into it, totally fall in love with it, and end up pregnant.
If ONLY things were that simple.