scarletharlet

Where to start?

Well the interview went awesome and I got a job, BUT not the job I wanted. It was more work, that wasn't what I'm good at, and less pay.

So in the end I said thanks, and bowed out. So Im still looking.

In other news, things are good around here. The dog talks are still on going, its worse then the UN. And we are still at square one. Only time will tell it seems, Elmo's holding up wonderfully. He's quite happy being the center of the house. He goes in the car with me, and sleeps in the bed, cuddles on the couch, and so on. He's very happy.
Him and Oblio, the cat, are even getting along wonderfully. They are quite happy to share the bed now.

Now enough with my pets and on to something important.

When I was little, we are talking five, I hated my name so much I told everyone I met my name was Cinnamon.
I made my pre-school teacher tell the whole class my name was Cinnamon. My mom put up with this for months.
When ever she'd bring it up, Id pretend not to hear her, or cry.
Then one day outta the blue, I stopped, and told my teacher she could stop calling my Cinnamon.
Now in retrospect, I should have been a stripper, I had the name picked out and everything. I think I surprised a lot of parents, by not stripping.

The things kids come up with, ain't it grand?