Mondays Muttered Mumblings

What? I started it yesterday... it seems that my leisurely life of the past 18 years has made me soft. I come home from work with fried brain cells and tired, tired bones.

Some of you have asked what I'm doing. I'm an imaging clerk at a large local hospital. I can be called to work in the many parts of the hospital where radiology, X-Rays, ultra sounds MRI, for those of you who, like me, thought imaging was imagining spelled wrong. For a second or to I thought I would be working for Disney as an imagineer, uhh, not so much.

It's going to be a fun job, my managers and the co-workers I've met are great, I love interfacing with the public, I'll learn many different areas so no boredom, and it's great pay for someone who hasn't worked a day in 18 years and 7 children. No, I'm not the least bit bitter about 18 years of motherhood and all it's joys not being a qualification for work.

I must hold on to my Priorities, and we all know that blogging is way more of a priority for me then say, money, or paying bills, buying food. So have no fears I'll figure out a schedule that includes blogging. And think of all the great What The... stories I'll come across.


We also moved our foster son in this last week, now we're only 48 hours of parenting classes away from being fully licensed. Good thing were finally getting some help in the parenting department. Heavens only knows we have no practical experience. No, not bitter at all. I do find it a tad bit ironic that we have to let them parent themselves while we're at class. Hmmm! Somebody thought that through.

Thanks for all your prayers and concerns.