It's lunch

Well, I just somehow lost all of my post.

It's lunch. I'm sitting at McDonalds.

I've been wondering about the question I may have "fouled up" on at a recent interview. You always remember the ones you "fouled" up on. My mother would have said, "fouled up on."

I think it was a question about motivating high school kids. I think that's the one that got me. I said goals and they wanted another answer, I think. I used to give junior high kids a candy bar if they got good grades, I was afraid that would be too imature for high school kids.

They never tell you the right answers to the questions, later. You're always left wondering what you should have said. I think they ought to tell you the right answers.

I'm going to leave out something minor I said before. Had something to do with me wanting to be a drug dependency counselor when I was in college and my mom telling me I should think about getting an associates in something. OH, we never talked about interviews. Never did.

Lindsey Ratliff is a beautiful person and left a post the other day. I sent her a note and she replied back that she had a "gut" feeling some wonderful things are coming my way.

I hope they are.

I hope they are.

I know some people live this way, but I Refuse. I DO NOT want to live this way much longer. It is NOT for me. This is not the way I am supposed to live.

Movie, book.

Haven't heard from WSU students yet. Maybe it's because I'm poverty stricken at the moment and can't pay upfront for work. Just haven't heard.

This could be a remarkable, tremendous project. I'm inviting people in LA to visit Franklin, OH--come, visit--Oprah, come visit, Ellen--come visit. Visit. There are some of the most beautiful views of the sky here. It's quaint. We have beautiful murals on buildings downtown. Come visit.

Cindy