Apparently this is the week of Will, or the week where you have to hear about my husband way too much. I met him, back in NorCal (or is that Central Cal?) while I was working at the County Hospital. I worked in environmental services (aka cleans the hospital toilets), a job I would not have gotten if it weren't for BFF and her neighbor Susan hooking me up. I was pretty much broke before the job. I had been fired from my job at S~Mart foods, a central California grocery store chain and was currently collecting half unemployment/ half welfare. I was preggo when they fired me.

A couple of weeks ago Will came home and wanted to watch EliteXC. It's like UFC, if ya didn't know (which I did not). UFC? Ultimate Fighting? You know, two guys in a cage beating the crap out of each other.He wanted to see some hyped up fight with Kimbo which of course would be at the end, so he had to watch like 3 other fights first.

Last night I went to the new shiny 24 hr fitness sport gym. My husband convinced me to go with him, even though I usually go to the old 24hr fitness. It's not really old, it's just older and doesn't have a pool. Or a line for the treadmill.

All this time while imagining massages, catered meetings and dinners at Sushi Roku, a new job snuck up on me while I least expected it. It wasn't exactly the position I had in mind...When I had Katie, Elisabeth was 4 and I had an image of parenthood. Elisabeth was a quiet, shy and intelligent girl. She like to cuddle with me and have stories read to her. When she met new people she was hesitant about conversations. She followed all of the rules I gave her. Katie was nothing like her.

I was always the good girl growing up. The just say no girl. In high school I never took drugs or drank. If anyone mentioned it to me, they were sure to get a lecture about how dangerous it was. Sometimes I think I was the only person not trying drugs in high school. But then again I was too busy getting myself knocked up by the LOVE OF MY LIFE (so I thought), I didn't know anyone was taking them. It wasn't until senior year, post-baby, my friends were talking about raves and acid and crank. And I was like What?!?