Baby, You’re a Firework

I have to admit it, I’m becoming a Katy Perry addict. At least, I really love that particular song. It’s just joyful and fun and uplifting.

I’ve been continuing my pursuit of employment and am now turning to Army Community Service in the hopes of getting a job with one of the Child Development Centers at Ft. Carson. There are at least four and I know they’re building another one. Of course, I’m always welcome at Bright Horizons. I had to call Kim to get the number for the people to call about my W-2’s and she said there was an opening in Toddler 4. Gina is apparently leaving, which kind of sucks for trying to keep things consistent for the kids. Then again, most of that group of kids will be moving into preschool over the course of this year, starting with Ava in April, Brynn in May, and Julia in June. I miss those little munchkins. ::sniffle::

Otherwise, I’m pretty bored. I have nothing to do and no money to do it with. I took the car today so that we can get to the FRG meeting on time tonight and stopped at Home Depot and Michaels on the way home. I got some potting soil, a tiny cactus, a candle, and a few terracotta pots. When I got home I transplanted the cactus to the head of a Munny doll that Alan cut and painted to look like a flower pot, then broke up the clusters of my spider plant into two of the pots I got at Michaels. One is next to the TV in front of the glass doors and the other is on the wide windowsill in the bedroom. I also have a little plantling working on developing its roots in a glass. When it has a decent system going on, I’m going to plant it in a smaller pot for the front hall. I love having greenery around. It makes me happy.

Life in Colorado continues uneventful for the most part. I’ve added quite a few classmates from high school to my Facebook and I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic. It’s been interesting to see how those people have changed, as well as how some of them haven’t. I did stumble across some photos of my ex-boyfriend, Dave. Apparently he married the girl he dated after me, Emily. He also got pretty fat. She’s not looking so hot either. A little ragged. Is it completely awful of me to be just a little pleased by that? He was just such a dick to me after we broke up (hell, he was a dick almost the entire time we were dating), that I feel a little pleased at this cosmic balancing. I’m still cute. And it’s good motivation to go to the gym. Apparently the desire the incite jealousy is more potent than the desire for good health. But hey, whatever works, right?

~Liz