Workaholic

so it seems I went from being "underemployed" to being a "workaholic."  Between my weekend job and my weekday job I seem to be working seven days a week.  This is not OK.  When I started this journey I wanted a job so I could pay bills, not two jobs and no life.

Luckily, my daddy-o is coming to town and let me tell you, I am a daddy's girl. Pretty much a bat of an eyelash, twirl of the hair, tear in the eye, or other such maneuver and out comes Mr-daddy-fix-it.  Not to sound ungrateful! I am eternally grateful for my amazing dad.  And his wallet.  And his generosity! And supportiveness!  Wallet.  And his belief in me! *winkandsmile*

More importantly, what this means is I am taking the weekend off!!!! And it will be a 3-day weekend!!! Hallelujah! AND I get to participate in the Yoga for Hope Event with my bestie Claire!
(*hint*hint* donating money to a really good cause is... really good)

My sweet wonderful daddy-o, upon finding out I was writing this blog sent me a ream of xeroxed copies of some of my original work from when I was 11 years old.  Clearly I was gifted from a very young age:

First, a Triplet:

Good Day 

"Good Morning!" I say
"Nice Day isn't it?"
"Yes." Betsy answered. 

Poetic genius!

Limmerick:

There once was a boy from Rome
He had never used a comb.
His hair was a sight;
It never looked right.
A boy like that should stay home. 

It is true I like a well-groomed man...

Haiku:

A blade of dry grass.
Not living, never again.
Just standing, dry, dead.  

Jeez, depressing much? I swear I was a happy kid.

Bio poem:

Joanna
smart, loves to dance
sibling of Evan
crazy about stikers [sic], dancing and running
who feels nervous in church, happy-go-lucky at home, carefree, dancing
who fears tarantulas, scorpians [sic], spiders
who would like to see the Grand Canyon, Bill Cosby and the Effel [sic] Tower
Resident of Georgetown, Houston
Kelly

who is this stranger who likes running? although apparently she is smart, loves dancing and sweats like a whore in church, so it must be me.  And you know what? I've seen the Grand Canyon and the Eiffel Tower! Dreams do come true! Anyone know Mr. Huxtable and want to introduce us? Pretty please???

OMG would you look at that sweater!?!?

Fun with Pix Part IV (and a poem)

His username is Venkman...

le sigh

So I kind of admire this guy for putting all his "cards" on the table.  And by "cards" I mean "idiosyncrasies."  And by "idiosyncrasies" I mean "never left puberty/stunted emotional growth/living in a fantasyland."

I feel as though I should write an ode to this desperately awkward guy:

I know you love your Star Trek
Wars! Star Wars! (oh, heck)
The DeLorean gave you a chub
Kevin Smith you got to hug
Darth Vader you wanted to be
Or at least get to fight for UFC
Hot brunettes on each of your arms
Boxed toys are your lucky charms
Action figures in mint condition
Sex with a girl - you're still wishin'
Maybe online dating is the way to go
All your oddities she'll already know
"Plus one" at Comic-Con
your costumes she will don
Role-play of D&D
She'll want to, you see
True love may alight from the lightsaber
you got as a boy; it was a party-favor
How you swing it like Han
For her, you're the only one
A gold bikini like Leia wore
Is a must for the play-fore
And you'll ride off into the sunset
in your 1998 dodge stratus... 

Ok, ok that last one didn't rhyme but give me a little poetic license will ya? Ooooh maybe I should enter it into a poetry contest! I could win over $35,000 in cash and gift prizes! 'Cause you know I'd win.  This is poetry gold I'm tellin ya.  GOLD.