Okay, Stop Messing with The Write Woman..... okay, this time I mean it! (76 Days until Graduation -- still)

You want some, don't you?

Totally impractical to write two different posts on the same day, isn't it? Well that's too damned bad. I'm doing it. Since you're hear, you might as well find out why. Here it is... personal advice of making lemons into lemonade, even when you're allergic to citric acid. (Yes, it's one of my many flaws.)

Yesterday I was so proud of myself for taking my son to his doctor appointment in Salt Lake City, on time despite the traffic. My daughter and I walked to the downtown library, which is huge, and had a grand time! Saw all types of interesting people along the way, and the weather was to die for, but not literally. Everything was great, or so I thought.

When I got home, I found I hadn't received the job I had wanted so badly, but I got over it. I had an online school meeting and put a little into the conversation, but mostly listened. Meetings like that would go so much faster if people paid attention to the materials covered until waiting for the end and having them repeated. I'm sure some of them were muted with the television on, listening to music, or texting their beaus. At any rate, I had a wonderful and uneventful night, because I didn't know!

Yes, don't you hate it when things are good because you don't know? But then you find out and you're

Multitasking isn't PR friendly

twice as angry as you would have been in the first place because you had a good time and should have been upset hours ago? On the other hand, the day was good and I'd rather leave it that way.

I reserved Exodus tonight from Redbox, even though the movie only got 2.5 stars. The intention was in watching it as a wind down, in addition to possibly posting it on my blog for LinkedIn and Friday Night Reviews. After all, no time lost is time well spent, right? But when we got out of the car and looked into my purse, guess what? I have my driver's license and other cards I don't use frequently in my huge wallet in one pocket and everything else in other pockets. Now there's lots of room for more junk because some slippery Joe managed to finagle them out of my purse yesterday. The bad news is my bank card was stolen and the movie I reserved couldn't be had. The good news? There's less than $3 in my account and I still have my keys, my driver's license, and my really important things.

I've learned a very valuable lesson from this. First, always zip your purse closed if you're not using it, but more importantly, keep your documents separated from each other. This is why men don't have purses. They become confused with all the stuff in ours, but when they lose their wallets, they  lose money and their condoms.

You know what I wish I could have stolen? A few bills! Wouldn't that be something, especially if they paid them for you too? Or what if someone stole your McDonald's bag when you weren't looking and then got salmonella poisoning? That would be awesome! Well, whoever it is, I hope they took advantage of all the great deals they got because I just cancelled my Executive Costco card.

Good luck with that!

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Those times where the right answer is wrong

In case you are one of my avid fans, curious as to the promise of my future, today the forecast is a bit cloudy. Not necessarily dark and cloudy, just unclear. The job I was determined to have was not the position my future deemed possible. I was certain if I heard negative news I would be crushed, but I was thankfully incorrect. Isn't it odd when something that doesn't work out for you gives you hope? But yesterday I decided to have a good day anyway, and so I did, certain I would wake up this morning bummed out. Here's the kicker, I figured since I was in the final choices that I do have something to offer and I need to quit being so shy about it. I woke up, nonetheless, delighted.  I'm going to go ahead and let it all hang out! (My skills and nothing but my skills, no more.) If you've happen to see my name on the bathroom wall discussing my skills, its nothing but bald faced lies!

Resume, specialties, and even blogs

Yesterday afternoon I had a class, so I quickly located a new resume template. I took the template, used the ideas from a "pay to use" template, included the order Full Sail University suggested, and put it together this morning, adding my own logo in the corner that's simple, but attractive. In the meantime, I've requested a few choice recommendations from people who are familiar with my work for my LinkedIn profile, as well as posting my resume all over the place in media corners. All this while playing referee between my two kids, taking my son to soccer practice, and completing my schooling at the same time. Can I multitask? Before I would have said no, but now I'm not so sure. I can name a couple of ex boyfriends who would be disappointed to hear I've changed now.

Parents aren't always right

There are all kinds of positions for people with writing skills, so if you enjoy writing and your parents
try to tell you there's no future in it, tell them to stick it in their ear. I wish I would have done that when my parents poo-pooed my dreams. They discouraged me and told me to be quiet and watch television. I showed them, didn't I? My degree will be in Creative Writing for Entertainment. This just proves that you can try to steer a river, but natural erosion will have its way eventually.

Don't think attending school has been an easy choice, it certainly hasn't. We've all made tremendous sacrifices for this opportunity, mostly by finding and creating our own entertainment and night after night of meatless pasta. This is also a bizarre blessing. Because we couldn't afford meat, we no longer have the cravings we used to, but have you seen what the government loads into meat lately? I'll give you a hint, it doesn't moo or oink, and with my daughter striving to become a zoologist, her face nearly turns inside out it wrinkles so much at the thought.

Investing in yourself guarantees a return

Meanwhile, my school allows access to the students to attend online classes at Lynda.com. I'd be silly not to take advantage of those, and only wish I'd know about them earlier. So now I'm making sure I pass off at least one class a week. They range from filmmaking, storytelling, etc. to memorizing, resumes, and stuff I use in my everyday life. They're free, and I'd be setting myself up for failure by not taking them. Sure, my kids miss me. But in the long run, I'll be able to afford more and have a greater experience with them. It's definitely a sacrifice, but the kids think my homemade pizzas, Panini, spaghetti and biscuits are to die for so they don't complain. (Psst, it's all the same flour, water, and salt mixture... shh!)