Bite Marks

I have two bruises on my right forearm and one on my thigh; they started out as bright red teeth indentions courtesy of a 4 year old. Cannibalism is her game. I have dodge a couple of other attempts, however, so I suppose I can't claim absolute victimization...my second week at work has put me at ease somewhat, just in the sense that there isn't anything that popped up that makes me cringe. I did alright. Actually, my boss is saying I'm doing more than alright. My growth and place in this job is still questionable as any change that takes in my life always is.
I don't like to think about things in the permanent sense because it freaks me out. I am a true commitmentphob. New places and new people still inevitably intimidate the crap out of me. For now, I'm rollin' with the punches as best as I can. I have so many things to look forward to this year, so many opportunities and I tend to concentrate on all that is NOT.

My days for the time being are filled with giggles and spilt juice and runny noses, and sand and blocks. I can't complain too much about that.