Same Sh** different year

I didn't get the job I wanted. I knew I didn't interview well (I was sooo stressed that I froze) and I was not really even qualified for it, but I was hoping all the praying would even the odds.

I keep applying for everything I see for Damon and praying that he gets something better. I am now totally convinced that no one reads this blog, but I guess just the act of writing can be therapeutic.

I did find out that my medication is only about $30 a month even without insurance, so I guess that's good news, especially since my insurance ends in two weeks. I think I'm going to go get a physical or something just to be on the safe side. I rarely go to the Dr. when I am sick so it would just be major things (like my thyroid) anyway.

So I am going to try to get Shiloh stared in private school when she turns 3. I figure if she has to be in some sort of day care it might as well be one that teaches her something. She's so dang smart, they'd be lucky to have her. So wish me luck!