Technicolor Girls

My little old Italian grandmother from Brooklyn said that this was going to be a good year. She is not a fan of any years that end in an odd number; like '06, '94, etc were all good years... '01? 95? not so much. I can't determine whether or not I think its a kick ass year quite yet, but I do know that things are changing everyday and in ways I didn't think feasible.

Translation? I'm packing up my crash pad and moving home. And painting my room pink.

In the process of cleaning, I shredded every notebook, journal, letter, or whiny teenage poetry I'd ever written. Absolutely everything that any boy has ever given me is gone, shredded and discarded. I'm amazed at what the past decade of my life looks like in bags of trash, having survived two trans-continental moves, middle school, high school, college, personal and national tragedies, and now a crazy career with even crazier people a part of my past ten years. Its all gone now, and I feel better.

SMH, ALB, SEM, MAM - I love you guys.

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Can we say furlough? Apparently, the inudstry is in worse shape now than after September 11, 2001. Is anyone out there looking for a high school geography/history teacher who's experience includes pourer of cokes and in-flight cookie baker? We'll know for sure come the end of the summer.

Job Titles

I was reading one of those MySpace surveys that a fellow flight attendant friend of mine completed, and this made me giggle:

48. How do you earn money?
High Speed Aluminum Tubing

Furlough Like Whoa...

Yesterday I volunteered my time at my mother's school for fun day; I was the designated cotton candy maker. Its my newly acquired skill so when I get furloughed come the fall I'll have that second career ready to go. And at no cost to tax payers because I won't be collecting unemployment... I'll be too busy making cotton candy. I like mixing the blue and the pink sugars to make purple!