It must be the heat taking its toll on my brain. I am starting to see mirages in the desert. I can see my future… I’m a best selling author of a terrifc cookbook, I have my own cooking show on the Food Network, I’m a millionnaire, I’ve upgraded my coach to one with 5 slides, marble everywhere and big flat screen tv’s, I’m a world traveler (doing press tours for my book of course) and Oprah & Ellen are both begging me to be on their show on the same day. Sounds good doesn’t it?
I would settle for a job, the heat to drop back down below 110 degrees, the air conditioner not to run 24/7, a little peace of mind, and enough money to eat at Chipotle’s once in a while again. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for, do you?
Well for the time being I am staying put in the desert and in my MH. I’m not complaining, I’m actually happy to still be able to keep it, even though it is costing me a fortune. I am not without blessings. God has granted me a few wishes lately and I am very grateful and thankful!! Thanks to all of you for your prayers during my time of crisis. Now I just wish he would grant me one more wish and help me to land a contract.
I’ve hit a new low… I applied for a bartending job at a celebrity couples and single females only nude resort (ugh). I almost said yes, even considering that I would have to be “comfortable being naked or at the very least, topless around the pool & spa areas”, but I just couldn’t do it. Brad Pitt or not at my bar… I couldn’t do it. Well, maybe for Brad!
I’m surprised my resume hasn’t burned up by now. It has been sent all over the country and one day someone is going to find 350 emails from me with my attached resume out in cyberspace. That is the only place I can figure these emails are going because I can’t possibly believe that after sending out that many resumes, NO ONE EVER RESPONDS!! What gives??
Well, another day, another dollar not earned. Wow, the temp reading in my house is finally below 90, whoo hoo! I can put my clothes back on again.
Gotta run, pooch has to do his business.
Til’ next time…