Get a job, sha na na na, sha na na na na, get a job...

I've been trying to convince my husband to look for a job out in Washington state. He's an incredibly intelligent systems analyst who I think could work for Amazon.com or Sun Microsystems or maybe Microsoft...but he's been hesitant to agressively look for work with those (or other WA based companies). Why? Because some of his time in the Army was spent at Ft. Lewis in WA and he's decided that he doesn't want to live WA again.

I'm still trying to convince him to consider it - we both have family in WA and Mona is there too. And if we were there I could help Mona decorate her son's room. Because while I can't sew clothes or anything fancy, I have sewn (hemmed) simple costumes for my sister's polynesian show; and while I don't think that I'm all that creative of a person, I do know that I'm right-brained and I learned in my Creativity in Business course that my MBTI of INFP says that I am very creative.

See what I free-handed at my sister's old hula studio?

OK, fine. The flowers were from a stencil, but the ipus and the lettering were all me baby!

Ok, Ok, so maybe the pictures don't prove that I'd be good at decorating a little boy's room...but so what? They give me the chance to reminisce about how I looked pre-pregnancy. Which reminds me...

This morning James and I took the kids out to Shirley's for breakfast - in yo' face those who would talk smack about me taking my not-even-three-week-old baby out of the house. While we were there we ran into Borego's sister who has a 6 month old (I think that's right...6 months). When she found out that I gave birth only 3 weeks ago she complimented me by saying that I don't look like I just gave birth. It was very nice of her to say, because I have noticed how I was much fatter when Katelyn was 3 weeks old. But it still made me think about how I'm WAY TOO FAT!

When I had Katelyn I made absolutely no effort to shed the pounds because I wanted to make sure I consumed enough calories so that I could make enough milk so that I wouldn't have to supliment with formula. I ate with reckless abandon. This time around, I'm still not going to make a big effort to shed the pounds because I still want to consume enough calories to make enough milk so that I don't have to supliment with formula. Except this time around I'm just going to make better food choices. When my husband brings home chocolate and/or ice cream each night, I'm going to say "no". Maybe I'll re-adopt that old drug free line as my motto, "Just say no!"