I'm back! Okay, not really. I'm just bored and don't want to go to bed.

So, I have come to the realization that eventually I might want to get a job. My youngest starts preschool next year, which means pretty soon I will have an empty house during school. I always thought that was the light at the end of the tunnel and I was going to spend my days reading and reading and reading, or on Facebook. But I've decided that I wouldn't mind going back to work, at least part-time, mostly because everyone else works and they don't have time to post on Facebook all day and keep me entertained. The problem is that I don't want to go back to teaching. Too stressful and I did not spend every moment of the last 8 years with kids just to go spend more time with kids that aren't even mine. I would like to be around grown ups for a change. People that can swear and you don't have to give them detention for it. But, since that is the only degree I have and I have basically sequestered myself for the last decade...what the fuck else can I do? The answer is: not much. I have no training in anything, besides a few fitness classes. And no, personal training is out. Those hours suck and I'm at the gym enough. I don't want to live there. I don't want to do anything that would require a lot more schooling, I'd prefer to not have to wear a dorky uniform, work with teenagers in any way, and I don't want to be required to work most weekends or any holidays. Oh, and no, I will not wear a hairnet or wipe butts. So this leaves...uh...right. I got nuthin. Crap. Can't someone just pay me a million dollars to write this dumb blog? It's entertaining, sort of, in a totally narcissistic "look at the freak show" kind of way. I'm sure if someone wanted to advertise antidepressants or bipolar meds on here someone would fall for it. Ooh! No wait! Booze advertisments! That's what I need on here! I'm totally gonna send this blog address out to the booze companies. But only top shelf stuff. None of the cheap crap on here. I'm too classy for that. I have taste! And not the Dos Equis stuff either (or whatever it's called). That guy creeps me out.