I got a job!

I saw a commercial on tv that got me questioning why I wouldn't be able to do what those ladies were doing. So I went online and signed up, and met with a woman last week. Now I have a job...selling AVON! It's pretty exciting and I just made a sale (to Tinkerbelle, but it's money, right?). I've set up my website and posted it on all the networking sites I'm part of. I even ordered makeup for myself. Oh, come on, $10 for an entire eye makeup kit! How was I going to pass that up?

Here's my new website: http://www.youravon.com/vpark Remember to come to me if anyone wants to get some quality makeup for a GREAT price! And we don't just sell makeup. We sell skin care products, hair care products, nail polish, clothing, and anything else you can think of.

Looking forward to getting new customers, so feel free to check it out!

So now that Tinkerbelle's got a job, she's started paying rent. It will help us keep our house, so that's good.

I am unable to find a job. I can't even aquire an interview! I've gone out and applied at every store in the malls, applied for jobs at my school, gone to fast food restaurants, and I even applied at a convienence store once while going in for gas. I believe I've coated this entire city at least twice, and some stores even more. Not a single interview or job offer. I tried to join this place online that allows you to get paid for taking surveys, and they told me that I didn't meet their qualifications. I am REALLY starting to hate that excuse!

So I don't have a job or a way to pay rent. I am trying as hard as I can, but nothing. And suddenly Tinkerbelle gets the bright idea that if she's paying rent she needs a better room. Which means, taking mine! I understand that it isn't fair for her, as Momma said, to be paying rent and live in a small room, but it isn't fair for me either, because I physically CANNOT GET A JOB and now I may have to move out of the room I've had for almost 9 years because the hiring managers in this city suck ass!

I haven't been able to talk to my parents about the way I'm feeling about the situation because every time I try, Tinkerbelle walks into the room, and she always tries to out-scream me to get her way, so I can't get a word in edgewise. God may close doors (my last job) and open windows, but, as Poppa said earlier today, He must have opened my window on the fourth floor and given me NO way to access it!

4th of July

I was on youtube for the majority of two hours until my computer decided to be a complete peice of crap and stop that site from working. I've restarted it, I've shut it down and started it back up, I've let it run its scans and downloads but youtube still won't work so I decided to come here and blog since I haven't been on in a while.

Anyway, we went camping this weekend with my aunt, uncle, and cousin (honestly I don't understand what "the fifth wheel only sleeps seven people" they didn't get!). The campground we went to was called Jellystone--yes, just like Yogi Bear--and upon trying to get reservations, Poppa discovered that they only allowed reservations for three nights instead of two.

**Random moment time: My fingers aren't listening to my brain and I can't type!!!!

Back to the subject at hand: So Poppa, Momma, Mickey and I all went up there last Thursday to find our campsite and set up. Poppa and Momma went back home because Poppa had to work on Friday, and Mickey and I stayed at the fifth wheel by ourselves. I have to say that I have never had a WORSE night's sleep in my entire life! Every fifteen minutes I was waking up for some reason. I wound up falling asleep on the couch watching RV on dvd at about 4 o'clock in the morning. Mickey woke me up when she got up for breakfast at seven. Yeah, not a fun night.

So we hung out around the campground. We played some tetherball and would have played mini golf if the damn campground didn't charge money for it. Honestly, they've already got our money, do they really need MORE!? We watched a few movies, had lunch and then I took a nap. After my nap we decided we were going to go to the pool.

Now I should mention that I had had a bad feeling all day about something I couldn't quite put my finger on. This was it.

The pool was nine feet deep, which is no big deal since I learned to swim in my high school swim class. Mickey followed me out to the deep end of the pool and I taught her to tread water. While we were in the water, close to the wall, Mickey panicked. Instead of grabbing the wall for support, she decided that I was a much better substitute and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me underwater and only allowing herself to sink more. Let me tell you, I have never been so completely TERRIFIED in my entire life! Luckily the guy cleaning the pool pulled us out with one of the tools he used to clean the pool. I was extremely grateful, but after we got back to the trailer I couldn't help but think "what if he hadn't been there?"

(DINNER BREAK! lol)

Momma and Poppa arrived later that night with my aunt, uncle, and Kohl. I didn't have much of an apatite (?) after my little pool experience, but no one seemed to notice, and I was too embarassed about it to mention it to them. Plus, I slept better that night. You wouldn't believe how tired you get after two hours of sleep and a near death experience.

Anyway, the next day we did what Mickey and I did the day before. Playing games and such. My aunt seemed pretty down, though, but we didn't let it bother us. Tinkerbelle had to work all day that day and she and my cousin, who also had to work, came up together later in the afternoon. Then we drove to the community college outside canon city and watched the fireworks show from the parking lot, all the while listening to my aunt and cousin tell us how much more spectacular the show was several years ago when they were in St. Louis, MO. Yeah, like we care.

On Sunday, we got up early and had our second big breakfast of the weekend (normally we only have one while camping) and continued on with our fun and games. My extended family left early, and Tinkerbelle, Mickey and I went down to the pool again while Momma and Poppa packed the majority of the trailer. We came back from the pool, helped finish with the packing and headed home. Then the guy I'm dating (still trying to come up with a nickname for him!) took me to see Transformers 2. BTW, there are alot of movies coming out this year that may be worth seeing!

And that was my weekend. Not overly exciting, but I thought I should get the drowning thing off my chest.... it seems like a bad dream to me now, and I don't really believe it actually happened. I wonder if that's how it is for everyone who goes through something like that?