*We got some more marathon pictures back from our parents, and I am totally not even kidding when I say that I’m going through this phase where I really am having a hard time believing that that was really me in all those photos. My favorite part about most of them is that I look pretty happy and content in the ones from the first half (see above) and that I look like I’m about to die/throw up/pass out in all the rest (unfortunately for you, I didn’t post those ones. On purpose). There were actually professional photographers taking pictures throughout the whole race, and they got some pretty cool ones (and some pretty gross ones). Too bad it would cost an eye and a leg to actually purchase them, eh?
*In other news, I had a teaching job interview this morning, and I have another one tomorrow with a different school district. I’m also still waiting to hear back from an interview I had about a week and a half ago. It all is rather exciting, but it’s making me feel like I’m in a constant state of nervousness and anticipation, mixed with perhaps the slightest shade of panic–it’s gotten so bad that I feel as giddy as a middle schooler every time the phone rings…
*One really sweet thing about the interview today though was that they bought me lunch (and they invited Matt to come along for the meal, too). I’ve felt good about both schools I’ve interviewed with so far, and I’m excited to see what happens tomorrow. The thing I love most about interviewing for new jobs is that it makes me realize more and more concretely how each new job is a door of opportunity that could very well determine the rest of my life.
*The bad thing about interviewing for jobs? I actually have to decide which door to go through. Oh decisions, how I hate you sometimes…
*Matt and I have been playing Hand and Foot for hours and hours the past few days to try and get my mind off the interviews. It has mildly helped. It’s also helped that we’ve been rewatching old seasons of Psych while we’re at it and working our way through that six-pack of Dr. Pepper I bought over the weekend.
*I’m debating on whether or not I want to bite the proverbial carrot that is The Bachelorette–I was so utterly disappointed by the ending of The Bachelor that I swore I would never indulge in such nonsense again. But now, with the seasons of Biggest Loser and Once Upon a Time over, I’ll admit that I’m feeling a little bit of a void in my life. To watch or not to watch, that is my question…
*Meanwhile, in all my spare time, I did manage to be mildly productive: I finished reading The Tiger’s Wife yesterday (and am still trying to wrap my brain around it–review to follow soon), and I have decided to attempt to take on the unabridged version of The Count of Monte Cristo–all 1200 pages of it (or something like that). We’ll see if this is the year that I finish both Great Expectations and The Count of Monte Cristo–wouldn’t that be a miracle? I certainly think so.
*Matt and I went out and played tennis last week for the first time in a long time. Let’s just say this: I swear that I did, once upon a time, beat Matt almost as much as he beat me. However, it appears that those days are now irrefutably over, as I think I only won two (maybe three games) out of about fifteen. Boo.
*Last week, we decided to take a small road trip out to the Pepperidge Farm and Fat Boy factories (partly because we remembered how glorious it was the last time we went). Our road trip was only destined for disappointment, though–prices had risen so much at both places that we decided it was probably not worth it to ever go back. However, after enjoying several Fat Boys from our well-stocked freezer, I think we might just sometimes make a tiny exception when it comes to the Fat Boy factory (Pepperidge Farm is out for good though). Bulk goldfish crackers and 49-cent Milano cookie packages, you were sure good while you lasted.
*Surprisingly, I don’t think I have much else to add. Apparently the lack of job and big milestones in my life tend to equal the all-too-familiar writer’s block. Guess you’ll just have to tell me what you’ve been up to so I can live vicariously through your exciting life…
(Here we are at the finish line–it’s appropriate, see, because you have now reached the end of this post. Tee hee.)