New is Exciting

I got a new job!  My old one had some dishonesty going on and supervisors with major power-hungry issues so I left them.  Now I work with the food services department at the university.  Blekh.  I hate the smell of food places.  But it's better than not having a job.
Oh, how I love the sunshine.  Sunshine makes people happier.
Registered for new classes next semester, I have to take a million health classes because my emphasis is Health Science.  I like health classes, I learn so many helpful things.  I care more about eating healthier now too.
Things have been good lately.  New apartment, new jobs, new classes.  It's refreshing.  Except when Anton brings one his fishes home.  Then it smells like fish (he got a big, fat, 2-footer today).
Also, I decided to try something else new today.  I went to Olive Garden (which is pretty new for me) and did not get ranch dressing on my salad-- or on anything.  I really liked it (the food).  The salad was good, the dressing tasted great, their cheese is amazing, and I think I'll go back again.

P.S.  Something not so new... I moved to a new ward and at church on Sunday, someone leans over to me and says, "Hey, are you Jeri's little sister?"  Thought I'd outgrow that someday.  Apparently not.  It was Carly, by the way, used to be McPherson, I think.

Hooray for funny old people

Went to an Assisted Living facility yesterday to apply to be assistant managers there (they have 7 patrons, they're Dementia patients).  The interview went pretty well, but my favorite part was talking to the old guys.
The talkative one was very deaf and changed the subject every time I asked how old he is (which someone told me to do), "Well anyway..." and then he would talk about something else.  There was another one who glared at the current assistant manager every time he stopped him and asked where he was going (as he headed for the door), and finally declared, "Home!"  I later saw him sneaking, one slow, clever step at a time, toward the door again... in a wheelchair.  He used his feet to move the wheelchair.  Incredibly funny to watch.

Russian class is coming along great.  Now I just have to learn what all the words mean.  And how to say them.
I love my weight training class with Anton.  I feel so much better now that I work out again.  My pants finally fit me, I have way more energy, and I'm getting back up to a healthier weight in so I can have little baby Antons runnin' around.