First Kisses, Visits Home, and Refining Patience

I am Empress of the VL club.  You all know that (and if you didn't, you do now).  It's kind of pathetic.  I have friends who have told me, "Just kiss someone. Just waste your first kiss on anyone because it's weird and awkward anyway.  The really good kisses come later." I'm sure it's sound advice. But heck, I've waited this long- I can wait a little longer.

Irritating as it was cute, I went to visit my friend Jessica the other day and had my Niece and Nephew with me. My Nephy-poo is four years old and Jess's Miss P is two-ish.  That little rat kissed Miss P as we walked out the door.  I know, I know, it doesn't count... but even my four year old Nephew... sigh... nevermind.

It's been a lovely visit home.  I've played five crowns countless times (and rarely won) and Farkle every night with my Mommy (yes, I call her Mommy, get over it).  I lost most of the time at that game. But I love it anyway. I love the one on one time with my Mom.  I got to see most of my friends- the ones who make an effort to stay in contact, anyway.  I tried to see a few others, but timing didn't work out so much. I love my family- but they eat out so much! I don't know if they did that for me, or if that's how they really eat. But holy cow I'm excited to go home and cook something- even if it's as gross as Hamburger Helper.  I got to spend time with Jess reveling in the beauty that is Jane Austen (although I like the A&E Emma better than the new Masterpiece Theatre one), and talk about the Harvester and other gems by Gene Stratton-Porter.

I wandered Wendy's farm and caught up with her a while.  I went to breakfast with Heather and chatted with her as her two youngest played with my Nephy-poo (who is so hard up for friends that he actually wanted to play with me from time to time).  Two of my older Nieces play club volleyball so I went to their games.  It was frustrating to watch. I just itch to play. But I got to go to one of their practices (it helps if you're sisters with the coach).  I also have a ridiculous habit of watching episodes of Dick Van Dyke one Netflix while I'm home. I don't know why- but it's one of my guilty pleasures.

I've been slightly on edge because I've been waiting for calls back from Ellis Island, and the Book People (like how I capitalize that? Like it's a title or something).  Still nothing.  I also have a contact with a Doctor's office in Denver. I have a job interview there as soon as I get back this evening. I'll keep you posted on that. Normally I'd be so excited about that... but I have my heart set on Ellis Island, and now anything else will be just the job I got because I couldn't get the one I wanted.  But, I'm waiting. Waiting. Waiting.  Even if they told me I didn't get it, that would be something and I could move on- but I'm still waiting. I've emailed and called... that's not a good sign, is it? And I'm so perfect for that job! Argh! But until they say Nay, there is still that shred of hope...