Accomplishment and embarrassment

                I had trouble sleeping last night. It was probably due to the fact I went to bed much earlier than normal. As a result, I have gotten quite a bit accomplished. I have printed up resumes, got my past info and references in one spot, applied to a bunch of jobs online, and saw one prospect in a car dealership in Rittman. That would mean walking to work, which I could use the exercise. I am hoping to hit up the new Chipotle and Panera in Wadsworth tomorrow, if the father- in- law will drive me. I know the Chipotle in Medina is hiring, but that is just a bit too far away. Man, I wish I still lived in Brook Park. I was there over the weekend to visit my parents and it was really neat. I never realized just how much I miss that area sometimes. This time last year, I had considered moving back home and leaving Hubby. I decided to stay to keep from having to uproot Jocy again. She’s doing so well in school and she’s made so many friends…Moving would totally screw with her. Besides, even if I decided to move back to the area, I would have to find a place because with my bro moving back it leaves little room for me. I mean, Jocy has always had her own room there, but with Mom taking up the guest room and bro moving in downstairs it would be difficult for me to be there, too. Besides, I would miss the pool…

(That was a joke, BTW)

                Part of what kept me awake was my brain kept digging up old memories. It would be okay, except for some reason, my brain decides to relive some of the most embarrassing moments possible. I guess that is why I spend so much time trying to occupy my mind. I really do not want to relive these moments…for example, one of the ones from last night was my most embarrassing kiss. I was a young teen, and had one of my super crushes on a couple of guys in the neighborhood. Those guys were friends and hung out a lot. So, I am not clear on the details, but I wound up in the bathroom with both of them. They turned out the lights and one of them tried to kiss me. I was crazy-nervous and when I thought I felt tongue…well… I am pretty sure my brain short-circuited. I freaked out. The next thing I remember is running the entire way home, screaming, “EW-EW-EW-EW!” I believe I remember my sister laughing. I am pretty sure everyone was laughing. To this day, I wish I had reacted differently. Back then, I had the drive and want of a superslut….but, for some reason I also had the conscience of a nun. I am sure I often came off as a tease. Believe me, it was not intentional. I guess that is why I am so outgoing now; I embarrassed myself so much when I was younger, that it is pretty difficult to embarrass me now. I think Hubby tries to when he wears his tail everywhere, but I just shake my head and smile at him.

                Oh, and another reason why I can’t move back home: 

                                                              Their knives are not nearly sharp enough.