I need to go camping

I need to get out and get my butt back in sinc with the powers that be. The only way I feel called to do this is to go camping. I need to sleep under stars, feel earth in my toes, appreciate the rustle of blowing leaves, notice the wind up my skirt. The universe, I feel, has forgotten me. That sounds like a depressing statement, and I suppose it is. I don't feel quite as heavy as that statement sounds so nobody worry ok? I just feel like somewhere something is just off.

Neall had a fantastic interview with the placement agency recently. They had 2 openings with a major local company. The one most interesting was offering only 30-32k. The guy at the placement company was going to call and get an authorization to offer a bit more. You see, Neall was class valedictorian, has 2 degrees, is totally qualified, and scored a PERFECT SCORE on the company assessment test. He did the best of anyone in the testing group. I told you he was smart. Anyway, there should have been an interview set up by the placement agency. As of yesterday afternoon the placement agent hadn't called so Neall called him, left a message. No return call yet. This is just wrong. I don't know, perhaps this is how these things go. Maybe protocol requires authorization to go through a 17-step process or something. I don't know, but it's frustrating not to hear back from the placement agency guy. Neall said "I have open interview availability" but that doesn't mean we don't have other stuff to do, to schedule, yk? If there's going to be an interview we kind of need an idea of when. If not, we need to know that too. What is hard to understand about that. At any rate, frustration and tension are tight around here.

On another note, the room upstairs is nearly done. My dad and Neall finished the wiring. Neall is going to do some finish work with them today hopefully. I also need my hook for the Amby hung in the living room so I can get this big frame out of my petite floor space. Floor space in this house is a commodity, need to be as stingy with it as I can. I'm also entirely sick of this shoe bucket. It still has tons of boots and stuff from winter as well as a bunch of outgrown shoes and how-the-heck-did-those-get-in-there-they-don't-fit-anyone shoes. There is an empty rubbermaid container in the basement that needs some contents. I think we'll have a wedding. "Do you, bucket, take these shoes to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you, shoes, take bucket to be your lawfully wedded husband? You may kiss the bride!" The only problem with that will be the tendency for shoes and bucket to multiply. Just what we need, MORE shoes. I suppose as long as they also make more buckets we'll be ok huh?

You know how Martha Stewart does a "favorite things" episode on her show (or at least she did, when she had a show, lol). Oprah does one too huh? I think I'll do a blog of my favorite things. I wish I could afford to give one of each thing away, like they do. That would be totally fun! Anyway, keep your eyes peeled for that excitement!