Housewife in full force.

I need to find a job soon.

I am now the woman who paces back and forth in the yard in search of the evil dandelion.  I dig each of them up one by one and put them in a large environmental yard waste bag like a prized possession.  Of course, I sport my 99 cent overalls from Goodwill, which are fashionably rolled up, a baseball cap, and my larger than life headphones (because they sound great).  Oh and don't forget my tank top because I am worried about tan lines.

An update on sewing...not good people, not good.  Last night under the supervision of friends (who were drinking a bottle of wine), I attempted to sew.  I proudly put the bobbin in on the first try.  Please keep in mind, this is normally a 30 minute swearing session.  I went to put the thread on the spool with a little too much flair only to discover there somehow was needle tucked in there (I smelled the universe's work at hand).  I was very surprised to learn how deep the dull side of a needle can be punctured into skin.  I was put on pillow stuffing duty because there were no sharp objects hidden in the poly-fill.

Yep!  I need to find a job soon.

To clean or not to clean

Here is my latest struggle...clean the house or look for a job.  Neither of them are fun.  The job front is a little bleak as is the entertainment level of cleaning the house.  I think I'll choose looking for a job.  I can sit on my butt and pretend to do something.  I can't be faulted for that, right.
Actually today, I gave a double donation of platelets.  This has worn me out (in my head) and I must rest up.