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Nov 8th 2006

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I think it was BooMama that was celebrating the fact that her e-mail wrote her blog for her, and I'd have to agree. My mother has been doing her usual nagging of "Blog, Andrea! Blog!" and I've finally given in. But I will say, this was all in an e-mail just a few weeks before. Or at least most of it was.

So, Mom and I are in Tulsa now and I think we're finally all settled in. The apartment is nice now that we have a couch, a coffee table, and a desk, and of course the wonderful bed's my daddy brought us(horray for no more air mattress!), though it's still not quite the same as home. I miss my ferret! But mom and I are really crisis bonding through all this and mending a lot of wounding that occured before the move(since the rest of the family wanted to and I didn't).

And yes, I am cooking! Almost every night, I'm working through mom's little meal planner and learning a whole bunch of new recipies, but mom and I always go out to eat on Fridays cause it's our "date night" -giggle-.

As for jobs, here's my favorite part... I GOT A JOB!!! The Lord really provided for me this time, I got exactly what I wanted and then just a little more. I got hired at the Banfield on 71st and 169 (it's a vet clinic inside PetSmart if you didn't know). It's $8.25/hour(I asked for 8), I don't have to work on Sundays(asked for that too!), customer service without having to work commission(keep the good stuff coming), I get to tell people how cute their pets are all day long(that's just a nice bonus) and check out these hours: 9-6 Mon-Sat. I get my evenings, which means I can connect with the group of people I've met at Father's House. I started just this last week, which means I can finally start paying my bills again and not worry about how long my last check from Blockbuster can survive.

And let me tell you.. I love it. There is nothing better than when customers bring in their puppies. We had a box of min pins come in yesterday and oh-em-gee so cute! I get to pet and love on every animal that comes in, check them in and send them in to see the vet, then I just take their money when I'm done. I've never had an easier job!

So, that's all there is for now. I might write again soon, though something big might have to happen, like the day the apartment stops smelling like cigarettes... that might be the day...