Mr. Mom

Did you ever see the Michael Keaton classic from the early 80's? Easily one of my favorite movies although nothing will ever, ever beat Real Genius but that's a completely different post. In fact, I could write for days on the quotability and timelessness of that slice of Val Kilmer genius. I bring up Mr. Mom because of the plot line involving the wife going back to work while the husband stays at home. That parallels my situation for the time being while Kristen's working and I'm looking for a job. I am doing my best convincing myself not to grow a beard a la Keaton and by that I mean Kristen is forbidding me to do so. Understandable I suppose but one way or another, I will work a neck beard into my life at some point. If I can't have a super sweet stache (alliterations are awesome), I at least want a neck beard.

I started delivering resume's last week. It's hard looking for a job when you don't know anyone in town and you have to start fresh. Especially when you have such a diverse background as I do. That's a classy way of saying I took a bunch of crappy jobs that did nothing to pave a career. Ever since I left Louisiana Tech, I've been trying to get back on a college campus. Fortunately there are several in the area and hopefully I can catch on with one of them. That is a career that I am genuinely interested in. I think its pretty cliche to say now, but money isn't important to me as long as I'm doing something I enjoy. I've learned that the hard way unfortunately but that's what fresh starts are for.

My dogs are crazy and a little bit special. The snow came down in blankets last night and I figured out that O.D. and Peewee really like to play fetch with snowballs. Peewee would run after them but couldn't seem to find them once they disintegrated on the ground. O.D. would just catch and eat them and get them all over his muzzle. Dude looked like a cross between Santa Clause and Timmy from South Park. You have to know O.D. to really appreciate that.