Georgia, Feathers, and Job searching

After taking a tiny hiatus from job searching here in mother-effing-no-one-will-hire-me California to visit Georgia for a week, I am back on it today. And let me just tell you, I am so over it. No, really. It is draining the very life out of me. I mean, how long can one person actually fill out these damn applications and rewrite resumes and write cover letters to companies who, I am convinced do not even look at this shit!!!  The thing I love the best is when you spend 3 hours completing the online application and you click submit only to see a page pop up that says "Internet Explorer cannot find this page" or something like that---and when you click "refresh" or the demon "back" button, all your information is lost. Holy flipping crap. After this happens, my eyeballs are burning from staring at the computer all day, my mascara is smeared from frustrated tears, my head is pounding, and now each one of my hairs are detaching themselves from my scalp to avoid me ripping them out.

But hey! Nobody likes a negative Nancy and I am sure most of you have blissfully perfect jobs, so let's talk about something different. I had a great time in Georgia. I was so happy to see familiar things and trees and green grass, that I cried. And I felt like am a freaking moron. I am not kidding, the little plane landed in little bobo Valdosta, and there I sat, tearful. I quickly got over it though. And the trip helped me to stop salivating to move back there. I will always have a special place in my heart for "home", but dear Jesus, nothing has changed which is I guess depressing and endearing all at once.

I saw some very good friends, my mama, and my Grandma and loved every minute of it.


We spent the weekend in Jacksonville, celebrating my bestie's Bachelorette Weekend, which was super fun.

I missed my little munchkins though! They clearly missed me as well, judging by their perfect contentedness in the pictures.

I know everyone is needing a Zeus and Fritz update. We had to give in and give Zeus a blood test to see what the hell he is allergic to. It is driving him (and me) crazy. The vet called the other day with his results.

dust mites

fleas

mold

ORANGES

FEATHERS

Are you serious? I mean, the first three I can see, but oranges? and feathers? That's just weird. And this doesn't include food allergies. The vet recommends avoidance therapy. Move over Albert Einstein, our Vet is coming through....

While I was in Georgia, Luke decided to try to train Fritz to stay out of his kennel during the day. He has always freaked out, ripped things up, and barked hysterically before when we leave him out of his kennel, but we have been doing it occasionally here for short periods of time. Aside from my rookie mistake of taking a pop tart out of my purse and leaving it on the bed one night (yes, I still eat pop tarts, bitch please!) Anyway, I came home to find little pieces of wrapper everywhere, crumbs spread over every inch of our bed, and not one piece of pop tart to be found. When I showed Fritz the wrapper and asked him if he did this, he paused with a paw in midair and stayed that way for a good 5 seconds, just staring at me. He knew he was caught. Of course, I was worried that he ate all that sugar. I slept with one eye open, which was good since he decided to throw up all over my closet. 

Thankfully, I learned my lesson from that one and Luke doesn't leave any stray pop tarts around the house, so he has been fine. But I have no doubt that he will surprise me again soon. Hopefully not today though.