Mundane, but awesome

Today is a cleaning house day.  Boring, and no fun at all.  Though, when we get music going and have clean dishes and clothes, it feels much better.  I also love that when I tell my son we're cleaning, he wants to help.  Of course, most of the time, it does not end up being actual help.  His favorite thing to do is clean the front of the oven about ten times in a row. 

If I catch him in a particularly mature mood, I can get him to pick up his toys and put them away.  Mostly he tries to tell me he's playing with them all even though he hasn't even touched them in hours.  We listen to music, and Andrew and I sneak kisses or some PG13 cuddling while Logan eats a snack or takes a nap.  Today we have tons of laundry to do and more organizing in the bathroom.  We have a very exciting day planned tomorrow.

We will be dropping the kid off with my dad, and my mom is going to take our engagement pictures.  After that, she has a bunch of Halloween stuff to dump on us so I imagine we will come home and have some fun decorating.  Meanwhile, I'm just happy that I get to have my fiance home, and not in Wyoming for work. 

Ha-and on a completely unrelated note, I received notice this morning that my loan deferment was accepted, so I won't have to worry so much about paying for rent the next few months.  Of course, I'm hoping I get another job.  Looking and applying for jobs is exhaustive, and detrimental to your self-worth.  Anyway.  I haven't written for a couple of days and I will do better keeping up with my life. 

Don't know quite what to say today

Last night I could not write because I did not have my computer.  I worked until 10 pm then stayed at my mom's as she was watching my son.  While at work my brain had so many thoughts I wondered if I should get checked for having schizophrenia. 

I was acutely missing my fiance, partly due to the fact that a co-worker insists on talking in a sexy, sexy irish accent.  I also started contemplating what happens when we die.

AGHHHHH...SHE'S GOING TO GET PHILOSOPHICAL.

I just wonder if it's possible to really make your peace with someone after they die.  I believe very much in reincarnation.  I also think that perhaps we, in each life, walk in the same circles of people.  What if, when you die, whatever the nature of your relationship with a given person was you picked it back up at the spot when reborn.  I'm just saying, if you were harmonious at death, then you start off that way again.  If, however, your relationship was strained, you might pick it back up in that way.

So if this is the case, how do you fix something with someone when they have already passed?  Am I doomed to start my next life with that soul in a crappy place because we didn't have the chance to repair it before their death?

This is al I have energy for right now.  What do you think?

If I were 15 I might be just like, so excited! OMG lol

Working the last half hour of my shift today, I was changing the front ad table from lousy bell peppers to avacados and my store manager waddles over to me, as he does, and starts in talking about how we had a mystery shopper the other day and they come in every two periods so every month we will get a mystery shopper blahblahblahblah.  I am desperately trying not to leave my associate in produce with a ton of extra work after I leave, so I'm not paying much attention.

As he's talking, this manager is somewhat fondling some business size papers and pulling out a pen.  He then finally gets to the point and says that I "acknowledged the shopper and put the customer first" so I get a coupon for $1 off of anything in the store. 

Great, now only if I had $1 to begin with.

First, to get my feet wet.

Just to introduce myself a little bit-I work at King soopers in produce.  It's rather un-inspiring and I will be starting something better soon.  I don't know what that is yet, but I'm fairly confident it will be super awesome.  I'm talking minimal micro-managing with the possible ability to wear my own clothing.

After having my son three and a half years ago, my bedtime is right after his.  At 25, i already feel like the mom who is totally lame and has no idea what's going on.  I jumped on board with twitter, and the whole thing confuses me.  I find myself screaming at the computer and the random posts I see that can hardly be described as English. 

I feel like I am a repressed rebel who is constantly spazzing out on the inside.  I talk way too much.  Hence, I find solace in this blog.  Here comes the insanity...or maybe I'm just thinking too highly of myself.