Fingers Crossed

Lawd ya'll, I've got so much to tell you, I don't even know where to begin. Let's start with the Asylum, shall we?

PG took a vacation day today so he could put in some job applications closer to home and he didn't care who knew it. He's been such a grumpy butt for the past two years, Lulu and I are already fighting over who gets to hold the door open for him.

It's sad that he was here when I came here, nearly 14 years go and I can't wait for him to leave. I wish him well in his future endeavors.. and I hope it's far far away from Frog Pond Holler.

Bossman.. well.. same crap, different day. His mood never changes, whether I book 100K or $2. The atmosphere around here is gloom and doom, all the time, no one's happy. There aren't enough anti-depressants in the world to make it bearable.

My job search continues. I've not heard back from that first resume' I sent in, but I'm still hoping, fingers crossed. I've looked into other online job options, most are scams or sound good in principal, but require monthly fees. I'm not giving up hope yet. I knew going into this there would be alot of muck to sort through to find legitimate online jobs.. and with all the critters around my house, I'm no stranger to sorting and slinging muck when necessary.

I'm clinging to the hope that I can find something from home. It just seems like the ideal solution, with Ma's condition and our remote location.

Speaking of critters, I've decided that the nice, large fenced in back yard with the spiffy new dog house will sit empty until either I find a new job working from home or at least start making extra money somehow. I don't want to have to lean on the Amazon anymore than I have already. I'm having huge guilt issues as it is.

That doesn't mean, however, that I've not been window shopping on Petfinder.

Just looking.. honest.

A small pound rescue group has listed a litter of St. Bernard puppies over in Big City that won't be available until the middle of next month. Oh and in Tennessee, there's a Great Dane, Bloodhound mix, already neutered, 120 pounds, who's only crime is a dislike for chickens.

A pup after my own heart.

But, just looking. It gives me incentive.. as if listening to the GM hock big, juicy phlegm loogies all day isn't enough.

Anywho... I need to go look busy. Ya'll take care and we'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!


Anonymous said...

Good luck on the job search. And when you get ready for that pet, holler at me, my daughter is the dog magnet and right now has 4 very large mix breed dogs she is trying to home out. And knowing how she is, there will always be dogs and cats with her looking for good homes.

tiff said...

You don't want a dog, Mahala, you want a PONY!

kenju said...

Yeah, you do! Why are you looking for a dog that will eat you out of house and home?

Mahala said...

*giggles* Okay ladies, you gotta remember, we're three women living on the edge of a national forrest with a major hiking trail running through our yard. I really do need something that looks and sounds intimidating. Oh and.. I love big dawgs. Especially? Wallerin' big dogs. Cuz I'm weird. Not to worry though, it'll be a while before that happens. In the mean time, Yoda does his best to keep us all safe :)

BetteJo said...

You know darn well if you got hat Great Dane your ma would manage to get chickens delivered to the house somehow!