This is my new blog page.
My brother designed it for me and then said, “All you need to do is…….it won’t take long.”
I thought he knew me better than that.
I spent most of today just trying to change one single picture he had put up under the “about me” section. ONE picture. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle this blog all by myself. The other page was so much more user friendly. I feel like I just went from childhood to adulthood in one day. I kind of want to go back to when things were simpler.
But this page does look so much nicer….
You know what I learned about today? Search engine optimization.
And you know what else I discovered? It’s boooooring.
I don’t want to sit there and put captions under all my pictures, using words that will get people to somehow accidentally wind up on my page. I feel like that’s cheating. But it’s how I’ll lure people in, I guess. Like little flies to a web.
Enough talk about boring stuff.
This is my last week of being unemployed. I actually don’t like that word “unemployed”. It makes it sound like I’m living on welfare, drinking Budweiser and circling ads on the jobs page of the newspaper while screaming at my kids to get the hell out of the house and go play outside because I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF THINK.
For the last eight months I have been a lady of leisure. I had a good run.
That’s actually the longest I have ever gone without a job since I was fifteen and started slinging food at Pepe’s Tamales in El Paso. Mmmm…..I miss those green chili cheese tamales, they were soooo freakin’ good. If anybody reading this is in El Paso at this moment, please go to Pepe’s Tamales and get some green chili cheese tamales and then tell me about it so I can experience it vicariously.
I need this.
I’m living in a country that hasn’t even discovered queso yet.
But you know what they do have? Lots and lots of government-mandated paid holiday leave. Even for part-time workers. After working at my new job for six months I will get four weeks of paid holiday leave a year. Plus, one week of paid sick leave.
America, I will teach these Kiwis about Mexican food.
You should adopt their paid-leave standards.
Also…most Kiwi shops don’t open until 9, even on weekdays. I was at Starbucks (the only place open at the shopping center I was at) for an hour this morning waiting for the post office to open so I could mail some stuff off. It’s a good thing I always carry a book around with me.
Anyway, as usual, I had lots of things to write about but I got distracted typing away about nothing in particular. And since we all have the attention span of gnats these days, I don’t want to keep you here for too long.
Plus, Tom is behind me looking at stuff on his phone and I just heard him say, “The harsh truth about teenage boys? What is this article about? Tell me more!” so I have to go make fun of him now.
Oh wait….I almost forgot!!
I got something in the mail from the US today and there was no return address or note in it or anything so I don’t know who it’s from.
Cat tights. I have no idea who sent them. It’s a huge mystery.
Just kidding. I’m pretty sure they’re from my mom. I kinda love em.
The lentil soup I’ve had cooking in the crockpot is turning into a failure so we’re gonna go pick up Indian food. And I will be wearing these bad boys.
Peace out everybody.