"Get a HairCut and . . ."

Hello Friends and Family!

I hope everybody's Thanksgiving was enjoyable and fulfilling. At the Reardons we enjoyed a fine bird and dinner prepared by the magnificent Betty- and all was well. It took me a few days to realize it, but there was just one bit missing: corn. Ladies and gents, the Reardons have celebrated their first thanksgiving without the native vegetable! It's all good however, since, as I said it took me a few days after the fact to finally say: "Heeeeyyy!", and I'm not sure Dad noticed at all.

Now that tha Holiday's over the search for a job has become rather desperate and frenzied. Good Grief! I've got apps in at a lot of pleces, but as Christmas nears I find myself biting my fingernails alot more and tapping my toes anxiously. I'm hoping Brocton Public Schools gets back to me ASAP, but I can no longer rely on this entirely. I'll keep you posted.

The job is necessary for a few reasons: Firstly for gas and christmas money. Secondly, I'm hoping to save up for the Big Apple- living expenses are prohibitive there, and while I do want to diet, I'm told starvation isn't the best method soooo... and Thirdly the principal of the matter counts immensely in this household. Frankly, one needs to get off one's lazy rearend and put in some elbow grease! I'm starting to feel quite guilty and uncomfortable with nothing steady and productive to consume all my time.

Sure I work on creative things- projects I hope will bring me not only artistic satisfaction but monitary gratification in the (nearish) future- and I work on bettering myself, but these are not things which outsiders can gauge or appreciate at present. Therefore, it seems to the world (such that it is) that I am a loafing lump who cruises about humming little dittys and playing around on la computadora.

I am very conscious of these perceptions, and being raised with a catholic guilt complex, feel the strain of these spectators like a lead weight around my neck. Mostly these impressions are self-imposed and the guilt self-inflicted, but it makes me want to move my buns none-the-less and so here I am!

Wish me luck Folks! Love and prosperity to you all! *Mmuah!
-Beth