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1. It's the end of April...nearly!  And don't you know what that means?  It's my birthday!  This year I turn the big 4-0.  I don't really feel forty, physically, but professionally, I feel about 65.  I'm still in search of the dream, and since patience is not my forte, this is turning into a really difficult stage of my professional life.  Working at a job I'm not happy with, waiting for the good things that will come, and making the most of where I'm at right now.  I started a new part-time job yesterday at The Cellar Peanut Pub.  This is a local watering hole with a national reputation, and the owner is keen on selling good craft beer.  I'm hoping to learn a lot about craft beer, as well as work on my customer service skills, which have grown a wee rusty since I left the education field.  If you're in southeast Iowa on a Monday or Wednesday afternoon, come and see me!

2. April is a busy month for birthdays.  There are several family members who not only have birthdays this month, but this week especially.  So, a nice big shoutout to all those birthday kids...not to mention friends, etc. who celebrating this week as well.  You know who you all are.

3. I am working with tomatillos tomorrow.  This will be my first time.  I will try to post the adventure tomorrow.

Cheers and Happy Tuesday, readers!

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