So Bitchy has been an incredibly responsible woman as of late.
She graduated from Oregon State two years ago with a B.S. in Nutrition and has been working as a Nutritionist for a year for the governmental WIC program. She travels at least two hours a day to the various clinics, and once a week travels FOUR HOURS a day.She works with a wide variety of clients who are in need of governmental assistance with their infants, and she provides training and advice on breast feeding, nutrition, etc., etc., etc. (And she loves to remind me about what a HORRIBLE mother I was when I only breast fed her for 6 weeks. I offered to start up again but she vehemently declined.)
She has kept that second job at the high end shoe store in town because the owners loved her so much that they begged her to stay on and work at least one weekend a month. (Apparently she wasn't bitchy to THEM.) She has also continued to house sit and pet sit for various folks in the area who have trusted and depended on her when they take their families on adventures. She won't cat sit for ME, of course.
She has saved every PENNY (Thanks for not paying any rent, utilities or WHAT NOTS for your mother) and has purchased her own car. She also has more money in her savings account than I EVER HAD.
She’s also had her heart broken every now and then by one young fella (her one true love) who moved across the country to Arizona two years ago. Long distance relationships are a cruel prank to play on young people, but they don’t always figure that one out on their own. In the meantime she’s remained loyal to her heart and to him and hasn’t even been able to muster the interest to look in any other direction. (Much to her mother’s dismay.)
Yesterday I was working in my classroom when I received the following text.
“I just gave my two weeks notice. I am moving to Arizona.”
(I’d like to finish this particular entry, but they are still performing CPR.)