Fingers and Toes Crossed

I had a telephone interview with the recruiting service on Saturday afternoon. It went well, and I felt duly ego stroked and appreciated. Haven't felt that way about work in a while. The recruiter is going to send my information to a company that she thinks I'll be a good fit with today, and she expects me to hear from them today! From what she told me and what I could gather from the website of this company, I could really like working for them. And it would be nice to have some benefits again. I've been flying without insurance since 04/04, and I'm so ready for that to change.

In other news, T went to Homecoming Saturday night. He said it wasn't that great. He liked the dinner part, but his date was someone he's not particularly interested in. From what I've heard, I'm glad of that. I don't think this mom is ready for a girl to be brought home to her anyway. Yesterday all three of us went to the movies and saw Serenity again. I loved it even more the second time. Adam Baldwin just makes my heart go pitter patter, and Nathan Fillion is pretty, too. A generally ass-kicking good time. T wants to go see Waiting, which we'll probably try later in the week. After I get some more $$ (read get paid again), I want to see In Her Shoes. I loved the book, and I've heard good things about the movie, so that's on my "in the theater" list.

I started a new workout program today with The Firm. Dear sweet goddess, that kicked my ass! My legs are still shaking, and I've been done for over an hour. Wow. I'd done a couple of Firm workouts in the dim, distant past, but never when I was this heavy. The way that I felt during this makes me want to eat better and exercise more so that I can do this level of a workout and not suck wind from the warm up through the cool down. And since it was my first time, I didn't use any weights and I used the lower box (8") instead of the tall box (14") for some of the leg moves. Of course, I didn't work out at all last week due to sickness, so I was bound to be hard pressed today no matter what I did. I missed working out last week.

I think it's true that exercise can be addicting. I know I have an addictive personality (I'm a nicotine junkie, after all; just off the smokes), so maybe I'll get hooked on exercise. I just hope that I don't become one of those obsessive exercisers who lectures everyone else and tells other people how to run their lives. I hate those people; they're so annoying. And yet, in the back of my head, I can hear the voices of my children telling me that I've been telling them how to run their lives for years. Which is true, but they're my kids, so I'm allowed, at least for 3 more months until A turns 18.