peer pressure

I guess it's time I blogged again. Or at least others think it's time I blogged again. Yeah, I'm talking to you. You know who you are.

So I have a new job, but I won't start until my birthday. That's July 25th for those of you who forgot, or didn't know at all. I'll be working at the Commonwealth Center for Children and Adolescents. It's a psychiatric hospital for kids. Should be a fun time. I hope.

I'm kinda sad about leaving good 'ol child protective services. Well, I'm sad about leaving my coworkers, not necessarily my workload.

Not much else going on here in VA.

The other day I got into an agency van to go on a home visit, put it in gear, looked back to back out of the parking space, let up on the brake and promptly hit the curb. It helps when you put it in reverse as opposed to drive. Good thing it was a curb and not another car.

I've gotten incredibly lazy in my old age. Maybe that's where my extra 25 pounds has come from. Yesterday I told myself I was going to get up at 6 and go run (or jog...or walk). I woke up at 5:55, looked at the clock, laughed and said "yeah right" and then went back to sleep.

I'm so motivated. You're jealous, I know.

Maybe I'll join a gym when I start my new job.

I've got nothing else. I feel like I told Cristina everything on the phone. And since Cristina is one of 2 people I know who read my blog, it feels rather redundant.

I want a motorcycle. Bad. Wifey doesn't want me to get one. I'm tempted to get one anyways. We'll see what happens. I'll keep you posted.

I also want a new car. Not as much as I want my motorcycle though.

Okay I'm done.