Essays, Doctors, and Cake

I have read way too many essays and research papers over the last week and a half. And the way that I know I have read too many is that today in the girl's bathroom at school, I had the sudden urge to grab a Sharpie and correct all the bad grammar and spelling errors in the graffiti on the walls of the bathroom stall.

I'm considering a career change. I really want to work at Smith's. Every time I go in there I kinda scope it out. I eye the little kiosk with the computer where you go to submit your application. It seems like such a laid-back, low stress, friendly place to work. I want to work in the lobby or the GM. Stock the shelves in the evening... it's nice and peaceful... no work to take home. I don't want to do anything in customer service. I liked working as a cashier and doing the customer service/bookkeeping stuff at Albertson's, but this time around I don't want to stand on my feet all day, don't want to take complaints, don't want to chase down bad check writers. That's too close to what I do now. My second job consideration is working at the university. I don't know what I'd do there, but I'd get free tuition. That would be so great. The first three classes I'd take would be 1)Problems in Third World Countries, 2)Gender Issues and the Law, and 3)World Literature: Modern Female Authors.

I have spent way. too. much. time in the doctor's office over the last 6 months with the various members of my family. Doctor's appointments, outpatient surgery for Britt, a skin prick allergy test for Josh, a CT scan for Courtney, an MRI for Sean, and now an X-ray for Josh's foot. He hurt his toe and it got all swollen and bruised looking, so that kept us in the doctor's office for an hour and a half the other night. It's just a sprain, so that's good. But no more doctor offices. No one in this family is going to the doctor for the next 6 months unless something is falling out of them or they're unconscious.

Lexi is growing into a little girl. I hate that. She needs to be a baby a little longer. She isn't talking as much as I'd like her to be, but she knows all the important words. She can say "Mama", "Daddy", "Mittney" (that's both Courtney and Brittney), "Osh", "boat", "fries", "Shake, Shake It", "Baa Laa Laa" (her favorite book), "Elmo", and now "Barack Obama". So she's got the major bases covered.

Sean was on the elliptical machine working out tonight and he's asking me, "So, what are you making for dessert later?" He made cake. Gee, I wonder why I'm not losing weight.