thursday is my favorite day...well, besides saturday.

Having a puppy is like having a baby.  Sort of.  The Pete-ster gets to lounge around and snooze all day while Mr. Brown and I are at work (when I work... err, oops), and when it is night/dark outside, he also tends to snooze (only after exitedly playing with us for approximately three minutes...he wears out quick!) as well.  Thus, the goofy little rat thinks the first sign of something closely related to sunlight = time to bounce around and be awake and lick your face and go outside and run around...only to be closely followed by more snoozing once we come back from our morning adventure outside the apartment.  The O-N-L-Y time I will everrrrr say I want a cat, or even cat-like tendencies, is when it comes to this matter.  Why can't the dog let himself outside, do his buisiness, and come back in like a good little kitty cat?  They take care of their issues and don't ask for help!  :)  But taking him for walks is muuchhhhh much more pleasant now that it is not negative a hundred and twenty seven degrees outside in the morning... so I can't really complain! 

Sooo on to more serious issues, at what point do I develop a really crafty niche and get to start selling my handmade goodies on Etsy?  Can you sell cookies on there?  Homemade pizzas?  What about chicken, fixed a plethora of ways?  If I could sell those things, I could make a fortune... No but seriously, maybe if I could start selling something I make, then I could justify staying home all day and doing nothing but watching Food Network and old episodes of Grey's Anatomy!  But for real, do you have to have a baby and/or experience something traumatic (because I want nothing of the sort), then learn to channel all that pent up stress and/or depression into a crafty hobby which your friends comment on when eating supper in your living room and tell you people would pay to have stuff like this, only to take them seriously and post pictures of the stuff you sell on your blog about your cute little life, getting so busy and popular you can support your stay-at-home-wife/mom-life and live happily ever after?  [longest run-on sentence everrr]. Can't I just take my regular ol' life experiences and channel those into crafting?  But seriouslyyyy, when do I get to become cute and creative and make stuff and sell it to people who want to be cute and cool and trendy just like me?  [NOTE: I am neither cool nor trendy.  The jury is still out on "cute".] 

I am in no way mocking nor making fun of mom-blogging or selling crafts on Etsy.  I WANT TO DO IT TOO!  I am officially on the hunt to find something original and creative and make it in bulk to sell to others!  [If only doodles and bubble letters would work... now that is something I can really hang my hat on!  Dangit...] 

Oh but speaking of traumatic events, I consumed approximately half a bag of milk chocolate chips last night, err, oops?  I blame my social life for consumed calories, definitely not my lack of self-control or love of chocolate or anything... Darn you swimsuit season looming over my head...darn your beach vacation rapidly approaching... darn you delicious foods for having so many calories!!! 


Sheesh.  My life is so complex.  :)

In other news, I applied for another teaching job yesterday.  I would be THRILLED to get this one, and really think I could be excited about going to work every day here.  Praying for God's will in my life to be done overall, and for understanding and wisdom if it doesn't work out.  Hoping I can remember He has a plan and He is in control. 

“Abraham, Abraham!”  … “Do not lay your hand on the lad or do anything to him, for now I know that you fear God, since you have not withheld your son, your only son, from me.” Genesis 22:11b-12