Argh!
 I'm having one of those days where all I want to do it bash my face against the keyboard until blood and goo flies out. Splat! Sludge...
What do you want Rebecca? Well, I would really-really-really like a job and I'm terrified of doing the 'run around' on my own... which is what I'm going to have to do. :)

When I first got here, Stephanie was getting 20-30 hours a week. It looked like we would be able to scope out the city together and get adjusted to the streets (which, by the way, are crazy! the truck needs to turn wide and all the entrances and exits for parking lots are narrow), but now Kroger's is slamming her with hours like wha-zoo! Example: Sunday- 13 hrs, Monday- 11 hrs, Tuesday- ... well, as far as I know her schedule's only set for 8 hrs, but they keep calling her in early or holding her later that her scheduled amount. Her set amount of hours was 48 this week, which is holy cow, but she's already gotten an extra 8 hours!
She says that it should change in about a week because everyone's only nervous about the company coming to see their store, in which everything must be perfect! Anyway, I have to muscle up and face the city of Houston on my own. And I am terrified. I've been here for three weeks so far, and I've tweedled my thumbs with the on-line applications, but they're getting me nowhere (I wonder why I'm even surprised). I hate on-line applications.
So, I'm developing a list. It's only 11 restaurants long so far, but I'm going to take on Houston Texas like a grid. Just start with one diner, and plow through applications one street at a time. Starting with Westheimer... which, by the way, is an enormous freaking street. I'd put it on a par with Beach Boulevard. A galleria cuts through it- that's all I'm gonna say. A really BIG galleria. I've printed up my new and improved resume and am forcing myself to be excited. I remind myself that I'm on an adventure, and life is a great journey.

Steph and I went to see Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall, and Larry the Cable Guy this past Saturday at the Toyota Center, and we got lost on the way home. Frustrating one-way streets! Haven't had to deal with those since Seattle. But a teeny-tiny ray of hope occured. Steph and I both realized where we were at the same time- which is either really good for me because that means I'm paying attention... or really bad for her, because she's lived here for four months and knows just as much about the area as I do. Anyway, the show ended at 10:45pm, and we didn't get home until after midnight. Yeah... we got lost, and it was scary. I made her pull through a McDonalds to ask for directions.

Which reminds me! LOST season 6 begins tonight! Steph and I are recording it, so we can watch it together whenever we get the chance. I refuse to watch it without my LOSTie buddy. Hellzya! We've got our ritual back! I hope we'll find the time to do it. Over the past two weeks, we've been recording episodes from our favorite shows and we haven't really had a chance to watch them. :( Oh well.

I cried in a pizza place. Not as bad as it sounds, but still pathetic. Cici's is an all-you-can-eat buffet that has salad various pizzas all for five dollars. We set up camp for about an hour and ate pizza. :) Lots and lots of pizza. But Titanic was playing on the television and I was explaining to Steph and Pepper that I only cry over the very last bit of the movie. So we here, eating pizza, having a grand ole time... and the scene comes up. There's not even a lick of sound (they have the subtitles going at the bottom of the screen), but my eyes start to well up and before I know it I'm sobbing like a looney. Pepper laughed so hard. "Aww man, you just cried in Cici's Pizza!" Like I said: pathetic.

Cool your jets, Jude. I think I'll be reading the latest chapter updates tonight. :p It's only that I usually hop on the computer while Steph and Pepper aren't here so I'm not hogging it up when they're home, and when I do I'm browsing the job application scene. Stephanie and I need to run down to the Hilton again on her next day off because we both have applications to turn in. It's exciting to me since I'm becoming a traveller. I'd like to have a job with the opportunity of running around all over the world. Living out of a suitcase seems fascinating to me.

Oh no! I'm having fan-based, hybrid dreams! It's really sad. The last one was a mix between The Hollows series and Star Wars, and I'm still trying to figure out exactly how that happened. I am in the midst of reading my first Star Wars book (Rebel Planet- surprisingly, a very good read) so that makes sense, but why is Piscary's on the Death Star? That makes no sense. And why is Trent Kalamack hanging around the Emperor? Don't join the dark side, Trent! C'mon now! Again, really weird dreams.

And (oh my gosh!) JD Salinger died! I may be sounding v. blonde right now, but that made me ridiculously sad. Like, there went my good day. Another role model said farewell to the world. Dang it.

It snowed while I was in Mississippi.
Snow in Mississippi.
What?

Long story short, I stayed with family until there was a break in the weather. We were down in the single digit degrees. There's a lake down the slope of their front yard and it was completely frozen over. The water was frozen in the pipes for a day, and as far down as Jackson, the water pipes were busting open and flooding the streets. I'd never seen frozen swamp land and bayous before. It's pretty crazy.

I met cousin Neva's fiance, Jaye. He has a great sense of humor (although, I have to admit the accent was very difficult to get used to). He is true deep south. His friend, Shane, and him went hunting almost every day- and they actually caught a bunch of piglets. Which Jaye cleaned, and which we all ate. Which were delicious. :)

So now I'm here!!! All is well, but I'm still reeeeally nervous. Stephanie and Pepper have two cats: Jedi and Lucy. Jedi constantly pwns Lucy.

Steph has the Sookie Stackhouse series!!! YAY! And I have season one of True Blood now, so we're back to being peas in a pod. :) But my To-Do List is really long, so it might take a while for us to get around to it.

Golly-gee, I'm so excited!!!

So, I got to talking with my sister tonight. She saw the pictures from James's wedding...
Let's just say "it was followed by much criticism." This is for her specifically, but anyone who wants to read some angry language, feel free to give it a glance. I have no shame- it's all pretty much bull shit. :)