Christmas was canceled this year. Twice. First my family, then J's. Too much snow. Bah! No one wanted to drive. So we loaded up and went to see my parents anyway then to see his.
Stupid you say? Possibly. That or murder each other becuase he's stuck with a pissed off, PMSing wife cuz she missed Christmas. I think that was really it.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Everything & Nothing
J didn't have the flu. Well, the dr. still insists that he did (he never had a single flu symptom) but I really think he's just trying to cover his own ass. Instead, we were told that he's not processing his food right. He eats and it's just sitting there. So that, combined with a touch of IBS, and he's still not feeling great. The solution? Diet change. Less heavy food like pastas and breads, more veggies. (Gross.) Less prservatives, acids, caffine (pretty tough for the King of the Mountain....DEW) and meat and a lot more veggies. Smaller portions, which is tough. The boy is always hungry and smaller portions is making him cranky. So, less meat, less bread, less pasta....everything that I actually LIKE. Less coffe, pop, Kool-Aid (which I've been nagging about anyway. I can't stand when people are addicted to caffine and say they can't stand the "taste" of water....but I'm not judging and that's another blog completely)and more fruits and veggies. I'm not a fruit and veggie fan. I never have been. I was raised meat and potatoes and eat veggies sparingly to keep you regular. So, if anyone has any clever ways of disguising the things to make them appealing, please share.
Almost every female I know continues to be pregnant or having small babies. Even the ones I know shouldn't procreate and pass on the stupid gene. Yes, it's mean, but we all know I'm right. Anyway, it's really killin me.
1 year mark for J and I on Wednesday. We were hoping to go back to Vegas. Yeah, right. Instead we're going out to eat tonight. We're taking his mom with us. I have mixed feelings on this.
The boss is being a butt again. He says if Obama makes him pay for health care then about half of the employees are going to be laid off, permanently, so he can afford the health care. This is maddening for so many reasons. Mainly, to me, if he weren't busy pyaing for three houses and buying his wive $2,000 purses, he could afford to keep his business up to OSHA standards and pay his good employees enough to keep them around. GRRR.
Still job hunting, obviously.
It's butt ass cold. It's been somewhere between 10 and 15 degrees all week. This does not look promising for the dress I was planning on wearing for said aniversary tonight.
When J and I first started living together, THIS was his idea of cooking for me.
Last night, he fixed dinner. Ok, so he made over my left over salmon and rice. It was still good. I don't have any pics, but I do have a pic of dessert:
Almost every female I know continues to be pregnant or having small babies. Even the ones I know shouldn't procreate and pass on the stupid gene. Yes, it's mean, but we all know I'm right. Anyway, it's really killin me.
1 year mark for J and I on Wednesday. We were hoping to go back to Vegas. Yeah, right. Instead we're going out to eat tonight. We're taking his mom with us. I have mixed feelings on this.
The boss is being a butt again. He says if Obama makes him pay for health care then about half of the employees are going to be laid off, permanently, so he can afford the health care. This is maddening for so many reasons. Mainly, to me, if he weren't busy pyaing for three houses and buying his wive $2,000 purses, he could afford to keep his business up to OSHA standards and pay his good employees enough to keep them around. GRRR.
Still job hunting, obviously.
It's butt ass cold. It's been somewhere between 10 and 15 degrees all week. This does not look promising for the dress I was planning on wearing for said aniversary tonight.
When J and I first started living together, THIS was his idea of cooking for me.
Yes, that is a pink bunny Peep. Yes, it is on fire, on a fork. Yes, he is blowing out the pink bunny peep. Yummy, roasted rabbit.
Last night, he fixed dinner. Ok, so he made over my left over salmon and rice. It was still good. I don't have any pics, but I do have a pic of dessert:
A big improvement, huh? Hot chocolate or Fireside Coffee, or whatever. Coaco and instant coffee. No, not whipped cream. Skim milk that he shook and turned in to whipped cream. I was very impressed. He's taking to this eating better thing than I am.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I'm such a badass in my own mind....
....that I think I should totally be a song writer. Check this Sensor-1 rendition of Jingle Bells:
Dashing through the snow
Trying not to be late
Over the steps we jump
Trying not to slide
Suppress a cough we must
‘Cause we can’t stay home sick
So here we are anyway
Hoping the boss will get sick
Oh jingle bells
sensor-1 smells
Ralph took a pill
Maybe now we’ll all get a long
And we won’t want to kill
Dashing through the snow
Trying not to be late
Over the steps we jump
Trying not to slide
Suppress a cough we must
‘Cause we can’t stay home sick
So here we are anyway
Hoping the boss will get sick
Oh jingle bells
sensor-1 smells
Ralph took a pill
Maybe now we’ll all get a long
And we won’t want to kill
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
I really hate the not knowing...
Is it Swine Flu? Appendix? The regular flu? Who knows! Certainly not the doctor! J is sick, his second day home from work. I took him to the doctor Monday night (at his request, so I knew it was serious) they did the swife flu nose swab and took blood and told him they were almost certain it was swine flu. Keep quarentined, blah blah blah. The next day....
Negative. Not swine flu. We'll run more tests. An hour later....
Negative. Everything looks normal. We don't know what's wrong. It's probably the swine flu and just not showing up. Go to the hospital if anything gets worse.
Eff you too pal. We don't live in an area with an ambulance. I'm at work today. He's not THAT sick, but still, when you're told to head to the emergency room emmediatly if you stop coughing....I'm gonna worry. Stupid doctors.
Update on the job hunt: nada. Over 35 applications. One call back, a part time job at the Pomona library. I wasn't chosen. I think it was because I could only go in on Fridays and they wanted someone who could do a couple of hours each day. I'm starting to get desperate. Jordan says he has seriously bitten his tongue a few times not to quit. I've bitten my tongue a few times not to tell my boss that if he would cut his pappered spoiled brat wife off that he would be able to pay his bills.
Best of all, when J has to pick something up for the boss and whatever store won't take the company credit card (which is shut off for non-payment) J uses his and we get a reimbursment check. The last time the lady in the office gave us one she told us to make sure to CASH it and not deposit it so that if the check bounced it went back on the company and not us. Great huh? The check was for $73 dollars.
Really makes me think NOW is the time for a new job.
What am I thankful for? A paycheck that doesn't bounce.
~~~Edit~~~
I just realized that I overdrew my checking account for the first time in my life. Too many checks before I got my paychecks deposited today. I swore I would never live paycheck to paycheck. What am I going to do?
Negative. Not swine flu. We'll run more tests. An hour later....
Negative. Everything looks normal. We don't know what's wrong. It's probably the swine flu and just not showing up. Go to the hospital if anything gets worse.
Eff you too pal. We don't live in an area with an ambulance. I'm at work today. He's not THAT sick, but still, when you're told to head to the emergency room emmediatly if you stop coughing....I'm gonna worry. Stupid doctors.
Update on the job hunt: nada. Over 35 applications. One call back, a part time job at the Pomona library. I wasn't chosen. I think it was because I could only go in on Fridays and they wanted someone who could do a couple of hours each day. I'm starting to get desperate. Jordan says he has seriously bitten his tongue a few times not to quit. I've bitten my tongue a few times not to tell my boss that if he would cut his pappered spoiled brat wife off that he would be able to pay his bills.
Best of all, when J has to pick something up for the boss and whatever store won't take the company credit card (which is shut off for non-payment) J uses his and we get a reimbursment check. The last time the lady in the office gave us one she told us to make sure to CASH it and not deposit it so that if the check bounced it went back on the company and not us. Great huh? The check was for $73 dollars.
Really makes me think NOW is the time for a new job.
What am I thankful for? A paycheck that doesn't bounce.
~~~Edit~~~
I just realized that I overdrew my checking account for the first time in my life. Too many checks before I got my paychecks deposited today. I swore I would never live paycheck to paycheck. What am I going to do?
Friday, November 6, 2009
Advice?
Ok, so in the process of reading all of those money saving ideas and remodel ideas and other wish-I-could-do-it ideas on Yahoo and MSN I came across a few things that I would kind of be interested in using if they are legit and safe. Since I don't know, I figured I would open it up to bloggy land...I trust your opinions a bit more than MSN Financial.
The first place is Wasabe. Both Wasabe and a similar website, Mint, claim to be able to track your spending and basically be able to help you create your budget and offer money saving tips. Since I have done REALLY badly at following a budget, I would kind of be interested in using these. My hesitation lies in the fact that you are supposed to give them your bank/credit card/savings/ etc. numbers so that they can track your spending. This doesn't really sound safe to me, but then again, I kind of tend to want to bury my money in the front yard in a coffee can.
The other two, Upromise and Grad Gold, claim to give you money for shopping. For instance, shopping at Wal-mart is supposed to allow me to get 1% back into an account that will be paid into the student loans. Yeah....so, this sounds great. Especially because they will mail you a check and they don't have to be linked directly to your account. But, free money always makes me suspicious. Does anyone know anything about the validity of these? I could probably talk to the financial aid guy from my college to see about Upromise and Grad Gold, and my bank about Wesabe and Mint, but I'm still looking for more opinions than "professional" ones.
So, any takers? Should I be suspicious or happy for these discoveries?
The first place is Wasabe. Both Wasabe and a similar website, Mint, claim to be able to track your spending and basically be able to help you create your budget and offer money saving tips. Since I have done REALLY badly at following a budget, I would kind of be interested in using these. My hesitation lies in the fact that you are supposed to give them your bank/credit card/savings/ etc. numbers so that they can track your spending. This doesn't really sound safe to me, but then again, I kind of tend to want to bury my money in the front yard in a coffee can.
The other two, Upromise and Grad Gold, claim to give you money for shopping. For instance, shopping at Wal-mart is supposed to allow me to get 1% back into an account that will be paid into the student loans. Yeah....so, this sounds great. Especially because they will mail you a check and they don't have to be linked directly to your account. But, free money always makes me suspicious. Does anyone know anything about the validity of these? I could probably talk to the financial aid guy from my college to see about Upromise and Grad Gold, and my bank about Wesabe and Mint, but I'm still looking for more opinions than "professional" ones.
So, any takers? Should I be suspicious or happy for these discoveries?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Grouchy Grouchy Grouchy
So, do you ever read those wonderful money saving hints and tips that they put up on yahoo news every once in a while? For me, I always click on them, eager to see how I can save another penny or two, especially when money is tight. What do I find? Nothing. Oh, they have tips. Ones that are probably good for (I'm trying not to sound snobby here) rich city people who spend their money on $200 pairs of shoes, a latte every morning at Starbucks, and going out ot PF Changs or the Cheesecake Factory for lunch every day. Hints like, "Take a brown bag lunch", "Drink tap water instead of bottled water", "skip your morning latte and drink regular coffee", "carpool", and other wonderful tips to help funnel your spending money into savings. Some people are so spoiled and don't even realize it. Of COURSE they can save money! Live like I do, you'll be SHOVELING it in to your savings account! (For clarification, we're a long way from poverty. Between J and I, we live on about $56,000 per year, gross income.)
So, what if you don't do any of that in the first place? Give me some more hints! Ones that will work for someone who already takes lunch to work every day, not only cut out coffee but every other drink but tap water, doesn't have the luxury of carpooling most of the time, cannot FATHOM spending more than $100 on a pair of shoes on the best pair of shoes she owns and is STILL having trouble making ends meet? Where are the tricks and tips for us? I spent $22 on clothes the other day and felt REALLY BAD....even though I got two pairs of jeans and three tops that all looked AMAZING on me...for $22! But I still can't believe that I spent so much! Meanwhile, I read about women who go spend $250 on a new bikini and have to "break it to" their husbands, who tell them they deserve it. WTF?! I spent $30 on a new bikini and felt horribly indulgant. (Now, I really need a new winter coat. I have my eye on this one. I can't bare to spend the money, so I'll probably be wearing my mom's old one again this winter. I also love this one. See a trend?)
There are a few ways we could cut down. J is a fan of motors. Truck, Car, Jeep, Motorcycle....we could conceivably cut down to just one car. That would save a heck of a lot and I know it. But two of those are paid for and the bike is almost paid for. Forget walking or biking anywhere. It's 10 miles to the nearest ANYTHING. I could put up clotheslines and not run my dryer as much. But where the heck am I supposed to come up with the money for the poles and lines? I've already adjusted the thermostat - we sweat in the summer and shiver in the winter and fight the whole time. We have cut eating out almost down to 1/3 of what we did. Maybe once or twice a week, usually because we're out and about running errands in the city and it's not conceivable to drive an hour home for lunch and then back to the city again to finish our errands. We don't get massages, I don't get my hair done by a "professional", no mani/pedi morning, no weekly trip to the theatre. I have a cat. I spend a little extra money on food and water for her. She eats Friskies dry. We do not eat crab and lobster and steak. We eat a heck of a lot of hamburger, chicken, rice, veggies, etc. My mom and I canned and froze until there was no room this summer.
So tell me, how am I supposed to save money without completely depriving myself of EVERYTHING - car, an occasional meal out, etc?
WHERE ARE THE FREAKIN MONEY SAVING TIPS FOR POOR PEOPLE????
So, what if you don't do any of that in the first place? Give me some more hints! Ones that will work for someone who already takes lunch to work every day, not only cut out coffee but every other drink but tap water, doesn't have the luxury of carpooling most of the time, cannot FATHOM spending more than $100 on a pair of shoes on the best pair of shoes she owns and is STILL having trouble making ends meet? Where are the tricks and tips for us? I spent $22 on clothes the other day and felt REALLY BAD....even though I got two pairs of jeans and three tops that all looked AMAZING on me...for $22! But I still can't believe that I spent so much! Meanwhile, I read about women who go spend $250 on a new bikini and have to "break it to" their husbands, who tell them they deserve it. WTF?! I spent $30 on a new bikini and felt horribly indulgant. (Now, I really need a new winter coat. I have my eye on this one. I can't bare to spend the money, so I'll probably be wearing my mom's old one again this winter. I also love this one. See a trend?)
There are a few ways we could cut down. J is a fan of motors. Truck, Car, Jeep, Motorcycle....we could conceivably cut down to just one car. That would save a heck of a lot and I know it. But two of those are paid for and the bike is almost paid for. Forget walking or biking anywhere. It's 10 miles to the nearest ANYTHING. I could put up clotheslines and not run my dryer as much. But where the heck am I supposed to come up with the money for the poles and lines? I've already adjusted the thermostat - we sweat in the summer and shiver in the winter and fight the whole time. We have cut eating out almost down to 1/3 of what we did. Maybe once or twice a week, usually because we're out and about running errands in the city and it's not conceivable to drive an hour home for lunch and then back to the city again to finish our errands. We don't get massages, I don't get my hair done by a "professional", no mani/pedi morning, no weekly trip to the theatre. I have a cat. I spend a little extra money on food and water for her. She eats Friskies dry. We do not eat crab and lobster and steak. We eat a heck of a lot of hamburger, chicken, rice, veggies, etc. My mom and I canned and froze until there was no room this summer.
So tell me, how am I supposed to save money without completely depriving myself of EVERYTHING - car, an occasional meal out, etc?
WHERE ARE THE FREAKIN MONEY SAVING TIPS FOR POOR PEOPLE????
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
A long time in coming
This has been a long time in coming. To one particular person, though I spare you any additional shame, though you may deserve it, by naming your name.
I am extremely angry with you. I've worked for a while to be able to say that, calmly and without letting the hatred excapte from the core of my being. I've prayed for help to ease the hurt that you've caused and it hasn't come yet. Maybe I'm hanging on to it too tightly. I know that it's a weakness of mine, hanging on to things.
You tell me you're leaving because you can't bare to let us down any more than you have. Every time I talk to you, you tell me that you'll pay me back as soon as you get the money, but then I found out that you were so irrisponsible as to get pregnant. Not only that, but you were TRYING to get pregnant. Given the fact that you and your husband are in trouble with the law for numerous things, he has no job, you don't have a car and you quit school so there's no chance of a better payhing job, I guess you purposefully decided to ignore your other responsiblities to me, the state, your parents and so on, and fulfill your own self-centered desires.
This wouldn't hurt me so much if it was just money. Money is money. I'm not so obsessed with it that I would be ready to destroy our friendship over money. But you know that I don't want to have my own children until I can afford them.... and you always say that you don't want to raise your children on welfare. So, what have you done? You have not only chosen to betray yourself and your beliefs, but also effectually screw with my life and prevent my own descision for however long it takes me to pay off the bills that I would have payed off with the money you owe me.
Money I could forgive. Your self-centered descision to have a child at what I see as being at my expense....that I'm not sure I can forgive.
I can't stand who you've become. I am struggling to not judge. But to me, you are worthless. As a friend, as a member of society, as a mother for bringing a child into the life you have created for it....worthless. I know it's not my place to say that, and it's cruel, but I can't help my shortcomings.
I want so much to tell you these things, but part of me still values the freindship we once had, and knows that it's not my place to judge. We all have to answer for our actions in the end. You'll have to answer for what you have done, just as I will have to answer for my feelings and actions toward you. I cac accept that, because I know my feelings are wrong. But, can you accept the responsibility for your actions?
I am extremely angry with you. I've worked for a while to be able to say that, calmly and without letting the hatred excapte from the core of my being. I've prayed for help to ease the hurt that you've caused and it hasn't come yet. Maybe I'm hanging on to it too tightly. I know that it's a weakness of mine, hanging on to things.
You tell me you're leaving because you can't bare to let us down any more than you have. Every time I talk to you, you tell me that you'll pay me back as soon as you get the money, but then I found out that you were so irrisponsible as to get pregnant. Not only that, but you were TRYING to get pregnant. Given the fact that you and your husband are in trouble with the law for numerous things, he has no job, you don't have a car and you quit school so there's no chance of a better payhing job, I guess you purposefully decided to ignore your other responsiblities to me, the state, your parents and so on, and fulfill your own self-centered desires.
This wouldn't hurt me so much if it was just money. Money is money. I'm not so obsessed with it that I would be ready to destroy our friendship over money. But you know that I don't want to have my own children until I can afford them.... and you always say that you don't want to raise your children on welfare. So, what have you done? You have not only chosen to betray yourself and your beliefs, but also effectually screw with my life and prevent my own descision for however long it takes me to pay off the bills that I would have payed off with the money you owe me.
Money I could forgive. Your self-centered descision to have a child at what I see as being at my expense....that I'm not sure I can forgive.
I can't stand who you've become. I am struggling to not judge. But to me, you are worthless. As a friend, as a member of society, as a mother for bringing a child into the life you have created for it....worthless. I know it's not my place to say that, and it's cruel, but I can't help my shortcomings.
I want so much to tell you these things, but part of me still values the freindship we once had, and knows that it's not my place to judge. We all have to answer for our actions in the end. You'll have to answer for what you have done, just as I will have to answer for my feelings and actions toward you. I cac accept that, because I know my feelings are wrong. But, can you accept the responsibility for your actions?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
so...
I really miss having my friends to go shopping with. My husband has decreed that Saturday, I belong to him. Ok...I'm cool with that. He won't tell me what he has in mind, just to have my nicest dress and shoes in a bag and ready to go Saturday morning. Aside from the fact that that kind of makes it hard to do my hair or makeup in preparation, I'm pretty excited. Only one problem. All of my "nice" dresses are from highschool. 6 years and 30lbs ago. Except one. I have one LBD that has seen me through all of my "nice dress" occasions...including my wedding, almost a year ago. (Short, sleevless, low cut. Not really too suitable for the chilly weather we've been having.) So he said money be damned, basically, if I need a new dress to go and buy one. Wonderful, right? How many men tell their wife to feel free to go buy a new dress?
Only one problem. I have no one to go with. My friends have all left. I have a few "friends" (i.e. girls/women/ladies that I would like to call friends but they never really want to do anything with me. We just chat once in a while.) but no one I really feel like I could go, "Hey lets go shopping after work!" to. I'm not terribly outgoing and I haven't really made any friends at church either, or at work. (My only friend that's nearby that I would be that comfortable with is a guy. A litlte awkward since I'm married and...a guy, shopping, who isn't gay? Yeah right.) So, I'm kind of Cloth Creek without a Stylist. Does that really work? Oh well, I guess it's up to me to figure this out.
Only one problem. I have no one to go with. My friends have all left. I have a few "friends" (i.e. girls/women/ladies that I would like to call friends but they never really want to do anything with me. We just chat once in a while.) but no one I really feel like I could go, "Hey lets go shopping after work!" to. I'm not terribly outgoing and I haven't really made any friends at church either, or at work. (My only friend that's nearby that I would be that comfortable with is a guy. A litlte awkward since I'm married and...a guy, shopping, who isn't gay? Yeah right.) So, I'm kind of Cloth Creek without a Stylist. Does that really work? Oh well, I guess it's up to me to figure this out.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
This isn't Tool Time, and we're not Tim & Jill Taylor, but we've deffinately got some Home Improvement goin on!
So, last spring we bought a bunch of paint and one of those pretty butterfly flags when one of the local stores was having a moving sale, and said we were going to start doing house improvements. Instead, it decorated by living room floor for MONTHS. But, I am now happy to announce that our supplies have been put to their full potential. J and I spent last Sunday doing improvements. Take a look!
So, the door wasn't necessarily a "home improvement" but when your house is silver/grey/offwhite and your door is white and your shutters are faded maroon.....well, I at least wanted to add some color. So, a red door it is! I LOVE it. You can't even tell that the first coat looked hot pink. lol. And the faded maroon shutters? The next step on the list. Hopefully to match the door. The mulch we bought after the paint and stuff of course, but that strip was too small to mow with our riding mower and J had had the neighbor kid mow it with their push mower, but we decided to prevent snakes, etc and just mulch it. I think it looks pretty wesome. Oh, and why would we need a riding mower you may ask, when we live in town? Cuz of my rockin' awesome front yard!
And yes, we live in town, with our own miniature creek. I'm deffinately a fan. About as good as you can get, for having to live in town for now. If I could make the housees around us disappear, to a mile or two away, I'd be in heaven! (Not a city girl!)
So I'm not a very regular blogger, obviously. I pondered deleting this as I have my other blogs because I don't think anyone really reads it and I almost never get a single comment. But then I decided to keep it. Why? Because I don't scrapbook. I'm terrible at remembering the camera and in 10 years I'll look back and love to read these. So I'll keep going. If I gain readers and commentors, great. If not, oh well. So, look for a series of blogs to catch you up with the last few weeks.
Now, granted, I kind of have to comment on others' blogs to get readers I know, right? Well, I keep coming across "Etiquite Blogs" about how to properly post a comment. Excuse me? I know my etiquite. Be polite, don't mis-spell people's names, disagree respectfully and don't spam. Don't even try to tell me how to format my comments. That just makes you picky and you don't deserve comments, in my humble opinion.
Also, fair warning, I usually blog long and full with much strong opinion, so it could be a lengthy read. :)
Now, granted, I kind of have to comment on others' blogs to get readers I know, right? Well, I keep coming across "Etiquite Blogs" about how to properly post a comment. Excuse me? I know my etiquite. Be polite, don't mis-spell people's names, disagree respectfully and don't spam. Don't even try to tell me how to format my comments. That just makes you picky and you don't deserve comments, in my humble opinion.
Also, fair warning, I usually blog long and full with much strong opinion, so it could be a lengthy read. :)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Temptation Tuesday
So, in blog hopping, I've noticed cute little monikers such as "Not-Me Monday" "Wordless Wednesday" and others. Well, I'm starting my own. Ok, so maybe someone has already thought of it, but I don't know who it would be!
So, here it goes: Temptation Tuesday. We all have things that we are trying to accomplish - saving money, living debt free, losing weight, green living, kicking the internet addiction, etc. and with them comes the temptations. Temptations are always easier to find with some support. So my idea behind Temptation Tuesday is being able to find that support to fight your temptations.... sounds perfect, right? We'll see.
So, for my Temptation Tuesday: Victoria's Secret. To be fair, I'd never paid attention to them before. I thought they were just a bunch of overpriced panties. Oh my lord did I learn! I have two things there that I am seriously lusting for. This wonderful little gem (my boss's wife has one; I seen her wear it once and loved it but had no idea where she got it) and this number, which I can't help buy try to justify with it's practicality. These, along with countless other more minor desires, mostly this sexy/demure top equals out to be my temptation for saving money and not buying things I don't need. (I'm not evening mentioning the shoes!)
HELP ME! I can't afford these! Help me resist oh powerful budgeting ones!
So, here it goes: Temptation Tuesday. We all have things that we are trying to accomplish - saving money, living debt free, losing weight, green living, kicking the internet addiction, etc. and with them comes the temptations. Temptations are always easier to find with some support. So my idea behind Temptation Tuesday is being able to find that support to fight your temptations.... sounds perfect, right? We'll see.
So, for my Temptation Tuesday: Victoria's Secret. To be fair, I'd never paid attention to them before. I thought they were just a bunch of overpriced panties. Oh my lord did I learn! I have two things there that I am seriously lusting for. This wonderful little gem (my boss's wife has one; I seen her wear it once and loved it but had no idea where she got it) and this number, which I can't help buy try to justify with it's practicality. These, along with countless other more minor desires, mostly this sexy/demure top equals out to be my temptation for saving money and not buying things I don't need. (I'm not evening mentioning the shoes!)
HELP ME! I can't afford these! Help me resist oh powerful budgeting ones!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Homeschooled...a trip down memory lane.
So, I was blog hopping and found some homeschool blogs. Oh what the memories....
So have I mentioned that I was homeschooled? Not in the way that a lot of the kids in my area were; that has-learning-disabilities-school-gave-up-on-them-and-parents-pulled-them-out-to-roam-free-and-do-what-they-want-with-NO-education-whatsoever-because-they-weren't-dedicated-to-their-children way. It more of a, the principal at our local elementary school was undergoing investigations for child abuse and my aunt had starter homeschooling HER kids because of it, situation.
And oh did we take the criticism for it. I wasn't being properly socialized, don't ya know. It wasn't that. I had plenty of socialization if you ask me. Story hour at the library, my friends when I went to my grandmas, Girl Scouts, etc. I just disliked most of the kids my age. They were all so....dumb. And immature. I had a few friends that I got along with and that was good enough for me. But because I didn't have play dates and day care and 30 classmates, I wasn't socialized. (I was also an only child.) Oh well. I think I'm doing ok now. (One of the only girls from my home town not to get pregnant at 14 and end up in an abusive relationship with her kids taken away.)
We didn't homeschool for religious reasons. We started out using the Christian Liberty Academy curriculum. Oh how I hated that. Couldn't STAND the way they forced very conservative religious beliefs on students. (I am more conservative, but I don't think it should be forced onto a kid.)
So we dumped convention and I picked out my own books. I loved being homsechooled. My cousins (mostly) resent their mom for keeping them at home I think. They barely finished high school because they wanted to be more "socialized" working and partying with friends...but I loved it. Don't get me wrong, my mom and I had our moments. Our screaming, yelling, crying moments of her threatening to send me to public school the next Monday and me begging not to have to go after I finished my tempter tantrum. But, totally worth it.
I never really graduated from high school. Since we created our own curriculum, and it wasn't accredited, no one would give me a diploma. So, I have a GED. No big deal. The only difference it made was getting in to college. (And now in the career world, it seems as if a Bachelors makes no difference. You either need a GED or a Masters. There is no middle ground for an Associates or Bachelors. Sigh.)
And I don't think I really ever thanked my mom. She gave up a lot to make sure I was kept in a positive environment, where the principle wouldn't make me eat raw fish, where I learned to read and do long division (not to mention calc. UGH) and loving environment where I didn't get shunned for being too pale or not having the right label on my clothes or called fat because I've never had the figure to pull off spandex leggings and mini-skirt.
So thank you to my mom, and thank you to all the moms and dads out there that are homeschooling the right way, giving your kids the love, support and education that a public school may not be able to give them.
So have I mentioned that I was homeschooled? Not in the way that a lot of the kids in my area were; that has-learning-disabilities-school-gave-up-on-them-and-parents-pulled-them-out-to-roam-free-and-do-what-they-want-with-NO-education-whatsoever-because-they-weren't-dedicated-to-their-children way. It more of a, the principal at our local elementary school was undergoing investigations for child abuse and my aunt had starter homeschooling HER kids because of it, situation.
And oh did we take the criticism for it. I wasn't being properly socialized, don't ya know. It wasn't that. I had plenty of socialization if you ask me. Story hour at the library, my friends when I went to my grandmas, Girl Scouts, etc. I just disliked most of the kids my age. They were all so....dumb. And immature. I had a few friends that I got along with and that was good enough for me. But because I didn't have play dates and day care and 30 classmates, I wasn't socialized. (I was also an only child.) Oh well. I think I'm doing ok now. (One of the only girls from my home town not to get pregnant at 14 and end up in an abusive relationship with her kids taken away.)
We didn't homeschool for religious reasons. We started out using the Christian Liberty Academy curriculum. Oh how I hated that. Couldn't STAND the way they forced very conservative religious beliefs on students. (I am more conservative, but I don't think it should be forced onto a kid.)
So we dumped convention and I picked out my own books. I loved being homsechooled. My cousins (mostly) resent their mom for keeping them at home I think. They barely finished high school because they wanted to be more "socialized" working and partying with friends...but I loved it. Don't get me wrong, my mom and I had our moments. Our screaming, yelling, crying moments of her threatening to send me to public school the next Monday and me begging not to have to go after I finished my tempter tantrum. But, totally worth it.
I never really graduated from high school. Since we created our own curriculum, and it wasn't accredited, no one would give me a diploma. So, I have a GED. No big deal. The only difference it made was getting in to college. (And now in the career world, it seems as if a Bachelors makes no difference. You either need a GED or a Masters. There is no middle ground for an Associates or Bachelors. Sigh.)
And I don't think I really ever thanked my mom. She gave up a lot to make sure I was kept in a positive environment, where the principle wouldn't make me eat raw fish, where I learned to read and do long division (not to mention calc. UGH) and loving environment where I didn't get shunned for being too pale or not having the right label on my clothes or called fat because I've never had the figure to pull off spandex leggings and mini-skirt.
So thank you to my mom, and thank you to all the moms and dads out there that are homeschooling the right way, giving your kids the love, support and education that a public school may not be able to give them.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
ugh
Have I mentioned that I hate migraines? I get them from time to time. I could handle them fine, except I get the neasea with them. So, hello violent vomiting at work all day! That was yesterday though, and I feel better today, although my head still hurts.
J is in New York right now, for work of course. This is his second week gone. STill has another to go. Supposed to be back aroud the 22nd or 23rd. I'm not really sure if I can ever forgive my boss for taking almost an entire month away from my hubby and I. I know other people have it a lot work, especially military wives, but it still sucks.
I painted my address post Sunday. It looks really nice. The previous owners had it maroon and white, but now it's bright red and white. I look like I murdered someone with all the paint on my hands that I can't get off, and all the paint in the grass by the driveway, but oh well.
I've been helping my mom can salsa and green beans. I went down last weekend to help, and I was going back this weekend to do more. BUT, of course plans change. One of my co-workers fell and busted an ankle yesterday. If she can't come back in the rest of the week (and maybe some next week) then I might get the chance to work more. I guess we'll see how it goes.
My mom and my aunt I guess decided to invade ME this weekend. Supposedly doing a sleepover Saturday night. Yeah...I'm not sure how this will turn out. I guess my aunt and my grandmother are stealing my bed and my mom and i get the options of the couch, the recliner and the floor....have I mentioned I haven't really slept well since J left? And it's a little awkward to have my grandmother sleeping in our bed. Weirdness....
J is in New York right now, for work of course. This is his second week gone. STill has another to go. Supposed to be back aroud the 22nd or 23rd. I'm not really sure if I can ever forgive my boss for taking almost an entire month away from my hubby and I. I know other people have it a lot work, especially military wives, but it still sucks.
I painted my address post Sunday. It looks really nice. The previous owners had it maroon and white, but now it's bright red and white. I look like I murdered someone with all the paint on my hands that I can't get off, and all the paint in the grass by the driveway, but oh well.
I've been helping my mom can salsa and green beans. I went down last weekend to help, and I was going back this weekend to do more. BUT, of course plans change. One of my co-workers fell and busted an ankle yesterday. If she can't come back in the rest of the week (and maybe some next week) then I might get the chance to work more. I guess we'll see how it goes.
My mom and my aunt I guess decided to invade ME this weekend. Supposedly doing a sleepover Saturday night. Yeah...I'm not sure how this will turn out. I guess my aunt and my grandmother are stealing my bed and my mom and i get the options of the couch, the recliner and the floor....have I mentioned I haven't really slept well since J left? And it's a little awkward to have my grandmother sleeping in our bed. Weirdness....
Sunday, July 19, 2009
We learn to much in so little time
I remember in the last 4 years, worrying so much. About failing a test, about pulling off an event with my clubs, about my car breaking down, or making sure a transition goes just perfectly on the radio. About making sure my laundry is done, feeding the cats, what I eat.....so many different things that seemed so BIG at the time.
Not so much anymore.
I'm going through a crisis of faith. I have been for the last several years. I can't say that I believe in God, but I can't say that I don't either. I have been wrestling and arguing about things for so long and I still have found no resolution. Jordan guilted me into going to church with him. I haven't gone in years; I haven't felt comfortable in church in so long. And I'm still not comfortable. I would come closest to calling myself Catholic, but just becuase I like the traditions. The way they honor age old traditions. I don't like modern music and practices in the church. I would be ashamed of myself to wear pants to church. Not something I was ever taught. Just something I always felt in my heart. And part of me says I shouldn't be so stuck in the past. I should embrace change....but I can't. I like predictiable traditions for their comfort. It reminds me of simpler times and takes me away from the complications of today's world.
I don't know. I just don't know anything anymore.
I know that I sat in church crying this morning because I wish I could have the comfort of the faith that everyone else has. My husband tells me everything will be fine, but I simply cannot beleive it. He stood up to be saved today and to be baptised next week. And I honestly am very happy for him. I have seen some of the thing's he's gone through the past few years. I din't even know him when he went through the worst years of his life so far and I cannot imagine what it was like. I'm so happy he's found peace and strength in his life. I envy him that.
I wish I had the faith of those around me, especially now.
I got laid off. It's no where nearly as bad as it could be. I still have 20 hours per week, and I know they will come up in 2 -3 months. But I have a habit of blowing problems out of proportion and I am so scared for what will come. We have so many obligations - student loans, a mortgage, car payment and so on. I'm trying very hard not to hold a grudge against my boss, but it's hard. He's not mking wise descisions with his money. He's says he's so worried about the families that work for him, but he's keeping his wife in a Porche (she doesn't work), remodeling their lake house and buying a third house that they have left sit to rot. It's hard to think of him as sincere about his worrying about our family....when he said he was cutting my hours, I think he was truly concerned that we would be ok. I just don't think he even realizes that he's sacrificing his business and those that work there for his extravagant life style.
I would love to quit. Stay at home, be a wife and mommy. Jordan says he doesn't want kids and I think part of him doesn't. But I watch him with the little kids and he's so good with them. I know he would like to have one too. He used to be so proud of being the "bad boy" and being weird and different. Now he has a wife and a house, wants a dog and a kid....when he goes to see his old friends, they just don't quite click anymore. Which I'm sorry for in a way, becuase I know he misses his friends.
But we're still young. We have the time to pay our bills, start a family and have all that we want. It's just hard to be patient and believe that that is possible. One day.
Not so much anymore.
I'm going through a crisis of faith. I have been for the last several years. I can't say that I believe in God, but I can't say that I don't either. I have been wrestling and arguing about things for so long and I still have found no resolution. Jordan guilted me into going to church with him. I haven't gone in years; I haven't felt comfortable in church in so long. And I'm still not comfortable. I would come closest to calling myself Catholic, but just becuase I like the traditions. The way they honor age old traditions. I don't like modern music and practices in the church. I would be ashamed of myself to wear pants to church. Not something I was ever taught. Just something I always felt in my heart. And part of me says I shouldn't be so stuck in the past. I should embrace change....but I can't. I like predictiable traditions for their comfort. It reminds me of simpler times and takes me away from the complications of today's world.
I don't know. I just don't know anything anymore.
I know that I sat in church crying this morning because I wish I could have the comfort of the faith that everyone else has. My husband tells me everything will be fine, but I simply cannot beleive it. He stood up to be saved today and to be baptised next week. And I honestly am very happy for him. I have seen some of the thing's he's gone through the past few years. I din't even know him when he went through the worst years of his life so far and I cannot imagine what it was like. I'm so happy he's found peace and strength in his life. I envy him that.
I wish I had the faith of those around me, especially now.
I got laid off. It's no where nearly as bad as it could be. I still have 20 hours per week, and I know they will come up in 2 -3 months. But I have a habit of blowing problems out of proportion and I am so scared for what will come. We have so many obligations - student loans, a mortgage, car payment and so on. I'm trying very hard not to hold a grudge against my boss, but it's hard. He's not mking wise descisions with his money. He's says he's so worried about the families that work for him, but he's keeping his wife in a Porche (she doesn't work), remodeling their lake house and buying a third house that they have left sit to rot. It's hard to think of him as sincere about his worrying about our family....when he said he was cutting my hours, I think he was truly concerned that we would be ok. I just don't think he even realizes that he's sacrificing his business and those that work there for his extravagant life style.
I would love to quit. Stay at home, be a wife and mommy. Jordan says he doesn't want kids and I think part of him doesn't. But I watch him with the little kids and he's so good with them. I know he would like to have one too. He used to be so proud of being the "bad boy" and being weird and different. Now he has a wife and a house, wants a dog and a kid....when he goes to see his old friends, they just don't quite click anymore. Which I'm sorry for in a way, becuase I know he misses his friends.
But we're still young. We have the time to pay our bills, start a family and have all that we want. It's just hard to be patient and believe that that is possible. One day.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Religion
First, my typical disclaimer.....these are my opinions and my opinions only. I do not mean to offend, but that may happen. I'm sorry. I try to be an equal opportunity offender. These are meant to be facts in the way I see the world and I realize they may not be the way you see the world. I would ask for the same as I give - respect for differing opinions. I do not mean to intentionally "pick on" or leave anyone else out. Usually, the instances I use are examples only. Thank you.
So, I'm not a terribly religious person. If you now me, the chances are you already know that. I'm not a big believer in God or any other deity, although I do believe in something bigger and more powerful than I am. But despite my lack of belief, I have respect. I don't speak down against any deity or "god" or God. I may speak down against the things you do for your deity, but not your deity. I may not believe it, or agree with it, but I will try my best to respect it.
For instance, I may speak down against suicide bombers but I won't speak down against Allah. It's not necessarily his fault. Sure, the bombers say Allah commands them to cleans the world of infidels or something like that, but are we really sure they aren't misunderstanding? We misunderstand each other all the time....what makes us think we can't misunderstand our chosen god?
Especially because Christians do so pretty wacked out stuff for their "God" too. Spanish inquision anyone? (I mostly identify with the Catholic faith, btw, if I were having to choose.) I speak out against doing anything that physically harms another person. I would say mentally, but then someone would use that "I just can't help it, my mind is so tortured by the fact that you believe differently than I do....I must make you believe the same as I do!" Really....I'm touched that you care. Now back off.
Anyway....How many times do we say "For the love of God, pick up your junk!" or something equally as pointless? God does't care about if your toys or papers are picked up. You may be walking a fine line about the "Obey thy father and mother" or "Honor they spouse" thing, but thats about it. Better yet, lets go from the insinificant to the multitude. How many wars ar fought for religion? The majority of wars have been based on it in some way. You can't tell me that any god or God wants us to kill each other in His/their name. Because every religion claims their god is the most powerful.....if he was so powerful and wanted all of the disbelievers dead, he would kill them himself, especially after so many years of such complete dismal failure on everyone's part. Or, he would just kill you for being such a failure. Either way, he's doing work himself.
Which finally leads me to my main point I guess. If we do all of these nasty things in our God's name....and he doesn't really aprove of them after all....then aren't we essentially taking his name in vain? And not just in the "God damn it" view, but in the we're-blaming-him-for-our-evil-actions-and-he's-gonna-be-PISSED view. How can we get pissy over saying "God damn it"....it's basically a plea for God to punish that thing....when we're doing much worse under the premise that he wants us to? I guess because in saying "God damn it", its like asking him to do his own dirty work and not hiding behidn the humans.... God wouldn't have the "free will" card to hide behind. "I didn't ask them to do it....free will!"
So basically I guess what I'm saying is we all need to self-examine. Do we really do things to honor our God? To be faithful and live the life that he would want? Or do we do things because we can't stand the idea of being wrong? Because we're scared to face the consequences of our own chosen actions?
I guess that's why I'm not too much into religion. For too many people, it seems to have become a hiding place....an excuse. Not a faith. The way I see it...I believe what I believe. You can believe what you believe. As long its not harming anyone...if I'm wrong and I go to hell, that's my business. If you're wrong and you go to hell, that's your business. No one can keep their noses out of someone else's business and that is a portion of what is wrong with this world today.
Now in retrospect, someone could say "but if we leave each other alone to believe whatever they want, then what's to stop the suicide bombers, etc from bombing everyone in the world??" Well, that's where the "You believe what you want, I believe what I want" comes in. If they were to have that view (the same view as me, irony right?) then they wouldn't be bombing everyone becuase they would just look at us "infidels" and go, "Oh well, they go to hell, who cares? Not my problem" and walk away. We all need to learn better when to walk away and when to fight. Choose your battles. A difference in religion should not be one of them.
(This message brought to you by the desire to yell at certain women that I know who's husbands have verbally abused them into changing everything about themselves and become submissive little whisps of their former selves because they are too insecure and prejudice to accept that woman for who she was. So instead of accepting her for who she was and working out your problems and accepting your differences you've completely broken and brainwashed her and your children....way to go! Bet you're real proud of yourself now. Oh wait, you can't do that because you hate everyone who's not exactly like you and alienate anyone who might stand up to you! Way to be a good, decent, upstanding man. Not to mention being a strong mother for your children! Way to just let that abuse happen instead of getting away from it and protecting you and your children from it.)
So, I'm not a terribly religious person. If you now me, the chances are you already know that. I'm not a big believer in God or any other deity, although I do believe in something bigger and more powerful than I am. But despite my lack of belief, I have respect. I don't speak down against any deity or "god" or God. I may speak down against the things you do for your deity, but not your deity. I may not believe it, or agree with it, but I will try my best to respect it.
For instance, I may speak down against suicide bombers but I won't speak down against Allah. It's not necessarily his fault. Sure, the bombers say Allah commands them to cleans the world of infidels or something like that, but are we really sure they aren't misunderstanding? We misunderstand each other all the time....what makes us think we can't misunderstand our chosen god?
Especially because Christians do so pretty wacked out stuff for their "God" too. Spanish inquision anyone? (I mostly identify with the Catholic faith, btw, if I were having to choose.) I speak out against doing anything that physically harms another person. I would say mentally, but then someone would use that "I just can't help it, my mind is so tortured by the fact that you believe differently than I do....I must make you believe the same as I do!" Really....I'm touched that you care. Now back off.
Anyway....How many times do we say "For the love of God, pick up your junk!" or something equally as pointless? God does't care about if your toys or papers are picked up. You may be walking a fine line about the "Obey thy father and mother" or "Honor they spouse" thing, but thats about it. Better yet, lets go from the insinificant to the multitude. How many wars ar fought for religion? The majority of wars have been based on it in some way. You can't tell me that any god or God wants us to kill each other in His/their name. Because every religion claims their god is the most powerful.....if he was so powerful and wanted all of the disbelievers dead, he would kill them himself, especially after so many years of such complete dismal failure on everyone's part. Or, he would just kill you for being such a failure. Either way, he's doing work himself.
Which finally leads me to my main point I guess. If we do all of these nasty things in our God's name....and he doesn't really aprove of them after all....then aren't we essentially taking his name in vain? And not just in the "God damn it" view, but in the we're-blaming-him-for-our-evil-actions-and-he's-gonna-be-PISSED view. How can we get pissy over saying "God damn it"....it's basically a plea for God to punish that thing....when we're doing much worse under the premise that he wants us to? I guess because in saying "God damn it", its like asking him to do his own dirty work and not hiding behidn the humans.... God wouldn't have the "free will" card to hide behind. "I didn't ask them to do it....free will!"
So basically I guess what I'm saying is we all need to self-examine. Do we really do things to honor our God? To be faithful and live the life that he would want? Or do we do things because we can't stand the idea of being wrong? Because we're scared to face the consequences of our own chosen actions?
I guess that's why I'm not too much into religion. For too many people, it seems to have become a hiding place....an excuse. Not a faith. The way I see it...I believe what I believe. You can believe what you believe. As long its not harming anyone...if I'm wrong and I go to hell, that's my business. If you're wrong and you go to hell, that's your business. No one can keep their noses out of someone else's business and that is a portion of what is wrong with this world today.
Now in retrospect, someone could say "but if we leave each other alone to believe whatever they want, then what's to stop the suicide bombers, etc from bombing everyone in the world??" Well, that's where the "You believe what you want, I believe what I want" comes in. If they were to have that view (the same view as me, irony right?) then they wouldn't be bombing everyone becuase they would just look at us "infidels" and go, "Oh well, they go to hell, who cares? Not my problem" and walk away. We all need to learn better when to walk away and when to fight. Choose your battles. A difference in religion should not be one of them.
(This message brought to you by the desire to yell at certain women that I know who's husbands have verbally abused them into changing everything about themselves and become submissive little whisps of their former selves because they are too insecure and prejudice to accept that woman for who she was. So instead of accepting her for who she was and working out your problems and accepting your differences you've completely broken and brainwashed her and your children....way to go! Bet you're real proud of yourself now. Oh wait, you can't do that because you hate everyone who's not exactly like you and alienate anyone who might stand up to you! Way to be a good, decent, upstanding man. Not to mention being a strong mother for your children! Way to just let that abuse happen instead of getting away from it and protecting you and your children from it.)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
WOW! Man-Eater.....
So, I know it's been a while since I blogged. Haven't really felt the need to. Today I have two rants to go on about, but we'll stick with one since I AM at work.
So today I dressed up, wore some makeup that kind of thing. Ntohing too elaborate, just a little bit. My hubby said I looked really pretty and I started joking around a little with him and I was like, "Sure, but it would be better if my boobs were a couple of sizes bigger and my top button was undone so there was just a hint of cleavage huh? (The blouse I'm wearing is a little on the baggy side. It's for comfort and to look nice, not to hug curves.) Anyway, he started laughing and was like, true, but I'm not complaining.
So I got to work and was talking to one of my co-workers and related the conversation. And she just gets this hateful look on her face and is all "Oh my god what a jackass! I can't believe that, thats just mean and rude." I'm looking at her like....WTF??? I'm like, "It doesn't bother me, I think it's funny." She's replies in this snotty voice, "Well I guess you're just better than I am then."
Excuse me?? Now, all of us women know that men can suck. You leave your wet towlel lay on the bed after a shower, you leave dishes laying around the house, hand us your dirty laundry and say "Yeah, I'm not sure what's on that. I'd be careful." Men suck sometimes. I'm not being totally down on men, women pretty much suck sometimes too. Case in point - my coworker. She's is always down on men. Like, BIG time. I'm honestly not sure how her husband stands her. IT's always fine for her to talk bad about him, make fun of him, etc. but never the other way around. Even to the point of shooting him in the leg with a BB gun. I honeslty feel sorry for her children. She said that they were talking about ways of pulling practicle jokes one night. I said man I'd be afraid of going to bed if I were you. She goes, oh no, they know better than to do that to me. Stever [her husband] woke up with three red toenails and shaving cream in his face though. What does that say about you? You run the house with an iron vagina, thats for sure. I really feel sorry for her son. He's getting old enough to realize that his mom hates his dad and anyone else with a penis. Poor kid will probably be gay or have SERIOUS mom issues that leads him to be a serial killer or something.
But yet she acts like Jordan is this horrible person because he's honest. When I'm on my period and moody and all, he'll just flat "You're on the rag aren't you? Ok, I'll go away then." I pretty much love it because I don't have to hint around or scream at him to go away. But then my coworker acts like I'm this poor brainwashed abused wife because I "put up" with that.
So, what do you guys think? Is my husband an asshole and I'm just too love stupid to realize it and I'm setting the feminist movement back about a century, or is she some man hating female praying mantis?
So today I dressed up, wore some makeup that kind of thing. Ntohing too elaborate, just a little bit. My hubby said I looked really pretty and I started joking around a little with him and I was like, "Sure, but it would be better if my boobs were a couple of sizes bigger and my top button was undone so there was just a hint of cleavage huh? (The blouse I'm wearing is a little on the baggy side. It's for comfort and to look nice, not to hug curves.) Anyway, he started laughing and was like, true, but I'm not complaining.
So I got to work and was talking to one of my co-workers and related the conversation. And she just gets this hateful look on her face and is all "Oh my god what a jackass! I can't believe that, thats just mean and rude." I'm looking at her like....WTF??? I'm like, "It doesn't bother me, I think it's funny." She's replies in this snotty voice, "Well I guess you're just better than I am then."
Excuse me?? Now, all of us women know that men can suck. You leave your wet towlel lay on the bed after a shower, you leave dishes laying around the house, hand us your dirty laundry and say "Yeah, I'm not sure what's on that. I'd be careful." Men suck sometimes. I'm not being totally down on men, women pretty much suck sometimes too. Case in point - my coworker. She's is always down on men. Like, BIG time. I'm honestly not sure how her husband stands her. IT's always fine for her to talk bad about him, make fun of him, etc. but never the other way around. Even to the point of shooting him in the leg with a BB gun. I honeslty feel sorry for her children. She said that they were talking about ways of pulling practicle jokes one night. I said man I'd be afraid of going to bed if I were you. She goes, oh no, they know better than to do that to me. Stever [her husband] woke up with three red toenails and shaving cream in his face though. What does that say about you? You run the house with an iron vagina, thats for sure. I really feel sorry for her son. He's getting old enough to realize that his mom hates his dad and anyone else with a penis. Poor kid will probably be gay or have SERIOUS mom issues that leads him to be a serial killer or something.
But yet she acts like Jordan is this horrible person because he's honest. When I'm on my period and moody and all, he'll just flat "You're on the rag aren't you? Ok, I'll go away then." I pretty much love it because I don't have to hint around or scream at him to go away. But then my coworker acts like I'm this poor brainwashed abused wife because I "put up" with that.
So, what do you guys think? Is my husband an asshole and I'm just too love stupid to realize it and I'm setting the feminist movement back about a century, or is she some man hating female praying mantis?
Monday, April 27, 2009
So...
....I'm officially job hunting. Anywhere or anything without a 45 minute radius of Ottawa/Pomona. (Within reason. I draw the line at Wal-Mart or fast food.) I just can't stand not being treated like a human being or given common respect anymore.
That and I'm honestly a little scared that one of these days, we just won't get paid because the boss is too busy indulging his lavish lifestyle.
So, I am very much job hunting. I would like to make at least $9 an hour. I would like to make a little more if I have to drive very far, but I'll do what I have to.
That and I'm honestly a little scared that one of these days, we just won't get paid because the boss is too busy indulging his lavish lifestyle.
So, I am very much job hunting. I would like to make at least $9 an hour. I would like to make a little more if I have to drive very far, but I'll do what I have to.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
La De Da
So, tonight I am proud of myself. A while back, Embarq pissed us off, and we called and told them to shove everything up their butt, except the internet, because we still need it for work. Well, having picked up on the fact that we weren't too happy.....they sent us a free code for restaurant.com. Oh yeah. So, we went to eat tonight. I'd only been once, and since they're at the country club now, I figured their prices had doubled. Wrong! I didn't think we'de have much trouble using that up, but we did.....in order to use that $25, we had to order $35 worth of food. By the time we got tax on it and everything, it was $39 somthing...oh well, ya know? For that, jordan had their smoked salmon dinner and I had their loaded baked potato and mac and cheese. In addition, there is, sitting in the fridge right now, a bunt end dinner, a mequite chicken salad and an extra side of baked beans. In addition, it was OU night at the potters wheel, and we each got $5 to spend there.
Pretty Sweet savings huh?
So that was really long to get to this....I'm driving back, in the dark, in the rain...rolling into town...with my music blaring (from my one front passenger speaker that actually works in my ghetto-mobile), and what am I blaring? Patsy Cline. Oh yeah, Sweet Dreams. How many 21 yr olds can say that one? Pimpin' Patsy in my ghetto car. lol So, I was wondering, whats the best, "uncool" song you love?
And now the thoughtful portion of our show....I was loading the dishwasher, when I had a mini-revelation. I take our blessings for granted. I hate doing dishes. I mean, HATE. I would rather clean the toilet than do dishes. But I am blessed, because I have a working dishwasher. And I was sitting there, loading my dishwasher, thinking how I hated having to handle the icky dishes to put them there, and I was horrified at myself. not even a month ago, I was still washing those nasty things by hand every other night. I hope I never become so spoiled that I forget what a blessing it is to have a dishwasher. I don't ever want to be that spoiled and comfortable that I just get used to my life and take it for granted. I think we all have problems with that though. We get frustrated at inconvenience, but don't realize what a blessing that inconvenience is, or how thankful we should be for it. It reminds me of a decorative plate my mom used to have hanging above her stove:
"Thank God for dirty dishes. They have a tale to tell. For while others are going hungry, we are eating very well!"
Pretty Sweet savings huh?
So that was really long to get to this....I'm driving back, in the dark, in the rain...rolling into town...with my music blaring (from my one front passenger speaker that actually works in my ghetto-mobile), and what am I blaring? Patsy Cline. Oh yeah, Sweet Dreams. How many 21 yr olds can say that one? Pimpin' Patsy in my ghetto car. lol So, I was wondering, whats the best, "uncool" song you love?
And now the thoughtful portion of our show....I was loading the dishwasher, when I had a mini-revelation. I take our blessings for granted. I hate doing dishes. I mean, HATE. I would rather clean the toilet than do dishes. But I am blessed, because I have a working dishwasher. And I was sitting there, loading my dishwasher, thinking how I hated having to handle the icky dishes to put them there, and I was horrified at myself. not even a month ago, I was still washing those nasty things by hand every other night. I hope I never become so spoiled that I forget what a blessing it is to have a dishwasher. I don't ever want to be that spoiled and comfortable that I just get used to my life and take it for granted. I think we all have problems with that though. We get frustrated at inconvenience, but don't realize what a blessing that inconvenience is, or how thankful we should be for it. It reminds me of a decorative plate my mom used to have hanging above her stove:
"Thank God for dirty dishes. They have a tale to tell. For while others are going hungry, we are eating very well!"
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Duty
How much in our lives do we do because of the sense of duty? I do dishes, make dinner and watch action movies most days out of a sense of duty. Granted, on a certain level, I enjoy all of that occasionally. (Action movies more often, I like them. Just...a chick flick once in a while is too much to ask without a temper tantrum?) But what do we do, just because of duty?
I go to work to a job I dislike intensely because I have a duty to pay my bills. (And I like having internet & electricity.)
I see my husband's friends out of duty, to respect him, and because a couple of them are really nice. The rest is purely because I love my husband. Or I would openly loathe a couple of the guys.
I attend funerals out of duty. I hate them...they are rarely to actuallly honor and remember the dead. It's a show to the public that you cared about that person so that you are thought well of. Its rarely for the family. I've been though it enough to know that family would rather forget about a funeral. They do it out of duty to the "public."
I swallow my pride out of duty. How many times am I going to be told, "I just don't think you realize how much I do for you," before I come unglued about how I GAVE UP MY JOB and took a JOB I HATE because he wanted me to? Hmmmm? But no, I swallow my pride and don't start THAT fight.
Can you tell it's been one of those nights? *shoots and evil glare at the office* If I could put a bullet through the speakers and through Nickelback right now, I totally would. (Side of a Bullet is playing....WAY too loudly...just to provide some background on that one.)
Don't get me wrong, life is pretty dang good all in all....but there has been way too much testosterone lately. The only part of my job I enjoy is that I work with a couple of very nice ladies. Unfortuneately, I don't have much in common with either of them.
Oh, I officially graduate in May....with a degreen in Communications....emphasis in Radio Broadcasting and Public Relations. Did you know that included web development??? Neither did I. In any case, you should check out the center of my work existance lately. Not that anyone appreciates that either. So far, I get "I hate this" "Why do we have to do this, I don't want to have to learn anything know" and "this needs to be changed." So, let me know what you think. Constructive criticisms please. Don't just automatically hate it because you disapprove of my employment for that company or because you have an innate fear of change. Also keep in mind that it's a template...I'm limited in my creativity.
OK, I feel better now. At any rate, I desperately need a girl's night. I'm drowning in testosterone. I usually get along better with guys actually.....but sometimes I just need my girls.
I go to work to a job I dislike intensely because I have a duty to pay my bills. (And I like having internet & electricity.)
I see my husband's friends out of duty, to respect him, and because a couple of them are really nice. The rest is purely because I love my husband. Or I would openly loathe a couple of the guys.
I attend funerals out of duty. I hate them...they are rarely to actuallly honor and remember the dead. It's a show to the public that you cared about that person so that you are thought well of. Its rarely for the family. I've been though it enough to know that family would rather forget about a funeral. They do it out of duty to the "public."
I swallow my pride out of duty. How many times am I going to be told, "I just don't think you realize how much I do for you," before I come unglued about how I GAVE UP MY JOB and took a JOB I HATE because he wanted me to? Hmmmm? But no, I swallow my pride and don't start THAT fight.
Can you tell it's been one of those nights? *shoots and evil glare at the office* If I could put a bullet through the speakers and through Nickelback right now, I totally would. (Side of a Bullet is playing....WAY too loudly...just to provide some background on that one.)
Don't get me wrong, life is pretty dang good all in all....but there has been way too much testosterone lately. The only part of my job I enjoy is that I work with a couple of very nice ladies. Unfortuneately, I don't have much in common with either of them.
Oh, I officially graduate in May....with a degreen in Communications....emphasis in Radio Broadcasting and Public Relations. Did you know that included web development??? Neither did I. In any case, you should check out the center of my work existance lately. Not that anyone appreciates that either. So far, I get "I hate this" "Why do we have to do this, I don't want to have to learn anything know" and "this needs to be changed." So, let me know what you think. Constructive criticisms please. Don't just automatically hate it because you disapprove of my employment for that company or because you have an innate fear of change. Also keep in mind that it's a template...I'm limited in my creativity.
OK, I feel better now. At any rate, I desperately need a girl's night. I'm drowning in testosterone. I usually get along better with guys actually.....but sometimes I just need my girls.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Mistake
I hate working here. I should have listened to my better judgement and not just started working here because I needed the money.
I hate working with my boss.
I hate working with my husband.
The only thing that I like is the paycheck and that's not even worth it.
I hate working with my boss.
I hate working with my husband.
The only thing that I like is the paycheck and that's not even worth it.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Bah-Humbug!
Today sucks. I have no idea why, it just does. Even chocolate hasn't helped.
I keep almost crying at work for no good reason. I just hate today. Sigh.
I keep almost crying at work for no good reason. I just hate today. Sigh.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Rest Room Rumba
So while walking around the farm show in St. Joseph Missouri, I thought a blog about a certain timeless, classic dance was in order. It tends to be a ladies' only dance, one that the male sex of the species could never appreciate.
It begins at a line dance. You move to your position in line, smile politely and nod to the person in front of you to let them know that you recognize your position in this dance, and you begin the first step of the dance - shift from foot to foot.
As the ladies in the line move forward, you bide your time, continuing to shift from foot to foot, demonstrating your anticipation to participate in this honored ritual. As you can, you step forward. Your steps form a pattern - shift shift shift shift forward. shift shift shift shift forward.
Soon you've worked your way forward and you reach the beginning of the line. Now it is time to begin the variation to your dance. Your patience has it's rewards - it is now your time to step forward and enter one of the holy rooms. You approach cautiously, still maintaining your pattern, but in a quickened fashion.
Stop and peer cautiously around the edge of the door and peer into the holy room. Check for any foulness or otherwise unholy material that might foul your experience.
Once you have deemed the room worthy of holding your experiences, enter the room and shut the door behind you, so that it might be a private ritual.
I won't go into the exact process of the ritual. It's a personal experience that must be performed as you feel the urge to do so.
When finished with your ritual, clear it of any unholy materials that may have appeared and exit the room. Move past the line of ladies so that the next lady in line may do her own version of the Rest Room Rumba and have her own personal ritual.
It begins at a line dance. You move to your position in line, smile politely and nod to the person in front of you to let them know that you recognize your position in this dance, and you begin the first step of the dance - shift from foot to foot.
As the ladies in the line move forward, you bide your time, continuing to shift from foot to foot, demonstrating your anticipation to participate in this honored ritual. As you can, you step forward. Your steps form a pattern - shift shift shift shift forward. shift shift shift shift forward.
Soon you've worked your way forward and you reach the beginning of the line. Now it is time to begin the variation to your dance. Your patience has it's rewards - it is now your time to step forward and enter one of the holy rooms. You approach cautiously, still maintaining your pattern, but in a quickened fashion.
Stop and peer cautiously around the edge of the door and peer into the holy room. Check for any foulness or otherwise unholy material that might foul your experience.
Once you have deemed the room worthy of holding your experiences, enter the room and shut the door behind you, so that it might be a private ritual.
I won't go into the exact process of the ritual. It's a personal experience that must be performed as you feel the urge to do so.
When finished with your ritual, clear it of any unholy materials that may have appeared and exit the room. Move past the line of ladies so that the next lady in line may do her own version of the Rest Room Rumba and have her own personal ritual.
Friday, January 23, 2009
More...
On a seperate note.....
I got another award! Thanks to Dalton's Mommy for the Honest Scrap Award! Here's how it works...The wonderful people are to:
A) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!
B) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spiritof the Honest Scrap. (This I can't do, since the only person I have here is the one who nominated me. :)
Okay...
I can't stand to have the movies or video games messed up...they have to be alphabetized.
I hate doing dishes. I would rather clean the toilet than do dishes.
My fingernails curl. I don't keep them very long, but they curve down over my fingers.
I've always wanted to be a figure skater. Sequened skirts and all. I'm just too lazy.
I'm terrified of grasshoppers. The only insenct that I really am scared of.
I'm not that fond of steak. I like it and all....but I'd usually rather have chicken.
I sleep better without my husband in the bed. He tosses and turns a lot and keeps me awake. (I love him anyway.)
I don't like extras in my brownies. No nuts, no caramel or chocolate chips or anything. Plain, simple, half raw brownie.
I used to love spicy stuff and now, even mild is osmetimes a little warmer than i want, which sucks with a husband who adds curry to his salad.
I really like chick flicks, but fantasy action is my fave...for instance, I'm really bummed that I don't get to see the new Underworld movie tonight. :(
Alright, I think that covers it!
I got another award! Thanks to Dalton's Mommy for the Honest Scrap Award! Here's how it works...The wonderful people are to:
A) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!
B) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spiritof the Honest Scrap. (This I can't do, since the only person I have here is the one who nominated me. :)
Okay...
I can't stand to have the movies or video games messed up...they have to be alphabetized.
I hate doing dishes. I would rather clean the toilet than do dishes.
My fingernails curl. I don't keep them very long, but they curve down over my fingers.
I've always wanted to be a figure skater. Sequened skirts and all. I'm just too lazy.
I'm terrified of grasshoppers. The only insenct that I really am scared of.
I'm not that fond of steak. I like it and all....but I'd usually rather have chicken.
I sleep better without my husband in the bed. He tosses and turns a lot and keeps me awake. (I love him anyway.)
I don't like extras in my brownies. No nuts, no caramel or chocolate chips or anything. Plain, simple, half raw brownie.
I used to love spicy stuff and now, even mild is osmetimes a little warmer than i want, which sucks with a husband who adds curry to his salad.
I really like chick flicks, but fantasy action is my fave...for instance, I'm really bummed that I don't get to see the new Underworld movie tonight. :(
Alright, I think that covers it!
Wal-Mart = Death of Savings
So....I'm all alllooooooone and there's no one here to love me....
I am spending the evening alone. J is at a farm show is St. Jo Missouri. My friends were all busy. So I'm blogging. Whoopeeeeee......
So I stopped by walmart on my way home. My shopping list:
cerial
milk
sliced cheese
flash drive
What did I come home with?
2 boxes of cerial
1 box of granola bars
a block of sliced cheese
a gallon of milk
a $5 flash drive
fat free powdered creamer
a bra
cat food
sweet and sour chicken (it was my compromise to eating out)
I needed everything on there...exccept maybe the sweet and sour chicken. What did this total? $58.89
I hate walmart
I was looking at a $30 coat (formerly $50) too but I decided I was spending enough.
I am spending the evening alone. J is at a farm show is St. Jo Missouri. My friends were all busy. So I'm blogging. Whoopeeeeee......
So I stopped by walmart on my way home. My shopping list:
cerial
milk
sliced cheese
flash drive
What did I come home with?
2 boxes of cerial
1 box of granola bars
a block of sliced cheese
a gallon of milk
a $5 flash drive
fat free powdered creamer
a bra
cat food
sweet and sour chicken (it was my compromise to eating out)
I needed everything on there...exccept maybe the sweet and sour chicken. What did this total? $58.89
I hate walmart
I was looking at a $30 coat (formerly $50) too but I decided I was spending enough.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Counting my Blessings
Ok, so I grudgingly admit it. I miss school. In my over-dramatizing brain, I remember the days of yore and wonderful days full of friends and fun, very little work, terrible food, and I didn't fall asleep at 830 at night, annoying my husband. It seems so long ago that I barely did any homework and played frisbee in the rain at 2am, spent my weekends at home with my dog and counted down the days to a no-school-day with avid anticipation.
Now, I don't really ever see any of my friends, I work all the time, the food is semi-good because when I want to cook it tastes fantastic but when I don't want to but have to it tastes as bad as the caf did, I fall asleep at 830 which annoys my husband, I don't get to go home much and when I do I don't get to see my dog at all.
So my dissatisfied mind says.
In reality, I know that living in the dorms sucked. I still didn't have many friends....you just kind of force it sometimes because you live so close together. I like work better than school because I'm doing much of the same work but 1. I'm getting paid to do it instead of paying others for me to do it and 2. There is a point to the work and it is useful. I know my cooking is still better and healthier than that damned slop that they called healthy. I didn't sleep because I never felt safe and now when I go to sleep I get to cuddle up to a very warm body that I love very much instead of a cold wall.
I still don't get to go home much, but that's okay because as much as I love and miss my mother, I like myself better when she doesn't dictate my entire life.
As for playing frisbee in the rain? Well, I never did that when it was cold anyway. We'll see what happens this summer.
I really am a lucky girl.
Now, I don't really ever see any of my friends, I work all the time, the food is semi-good because when I want to cook it tastes fantastic but when I don't want to but have to it tastes as bad as the caf did, I fall asleep at 830 which annoys my husband, I don't get to go home much and when I do I don't get to see my dog at all.
So my dissatisfied mind says.
In reality, I know that living in the dorms sucked. I still didn't have many friends....you just kind of force it sometimes because you live so close together. I like work better than school because I'm doing much of the same work but 1. I'm getting paid to do it instead of paying others for me to do it and 2. There is a point to the work and it is useful. I know my cooking is still better and healthier than that damned slop that they called healthy. I didn't sleep because I never felt safe and now when I go to sleep I get to cuddle up to a very warm body that I love very much instead of a cold wall.
I still don't get to go home much, but that's okay because as much as I love and miss my mother, I like myself better when she doesn't dictate my entire life.
As for playing frisbee in the rain? Well, I never did that when it was cold anyway. We'll see what happens this summer.
I really am a lucky girl.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
the shadow of a rebel
Ok, so I said pictures of the new toy. Well, I can't take pictures until we get it out of the truck. Can't get it out of the truck until we get ramps of some sort.....which are at least $100. *sigh* Life is expensive, and I'm like Scrooge, hoarding my money. On everything except clothing of course. Dang it.
Anyway, this is basically our bike, only ours came with saddle bags. Ours has the sissy bar, thank GOD! We also have a little Rebel, without sissy bar, and that thing hurts my butt like you wouldn't believe. No pics of the Rebel either, but this is basically it.
Now, I would have said trade in the Rebel. We got an amazing deal on the Shadow, even I admit that, but hey, take off extra money right? Apparently not. In J's perfect world, I'm getting my motorcycle licence in april, so the Rebel will be mine to ride.....as if I'm really going to be riding without him....and if I am, my butt will be planted on the Shadow.
But, none of that can happen until we get it out of the truck.....baby steps, right?
Anyway, this is basically our bike, only ours came with saddle bags. Ours has the sissy bar, thank GOD! We also have a little Rebel, without sissy bar, and that thing hurts my butt like you wouldn't believe. No pics of the Rebel either, but this is basically it.
Now, I would have said trade in the Rebel. We got an amazing deal on the Shadow, even I admit that, but hey, take off extra money right? Apparently not. In J's perfect world, I'm getting my motorcycle licence in april, so the Rebel will be mine to ride.....as if I'm really going to be riding without him....and if I am, my butt will be planted on the Shadow.
But, none of that can happen until we get it out of the truck.....baby steps, right?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Whew
So, it's been a couple of weeks since I posted. I'm down to working every other Sunday for KOFO, which makes me kind of sad, but I've been too busy to think about it much. I spent last weekend cleaning - as in, I cleaned out the dining room, redid the litter box, did laundry, did dishes, re-organized a couple of my cabinets and picked up the living room and vaccuumed. Not much when you figure that I still need to mop, clean both bathrooms, take out the recycling, finish staining the deck and a few other things I'm sure I'm forgetting.
So, I've only made one blog, and I'm already been nominated for an award! Its the lemonaide award, passed on from Tiffany. It's for people who have a positive outlook on life no matter what the circumstance. I'm not sure this is always accurate, but I try my best.
The rules of this award for recipients:1. Put the logo on your blog or post.2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude.3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.
Unfortunately, I don't of anyone else I can nominate, so I don't quite fit the rules. Oh well, it's not like I ever do. :)
So, J and I got a new toy. More J got a new toy, but I'm staying positive and I'm determined to enjoy it too. More, hopefully with pictures, tomorrow.
Anyway, the new job is going good, but it feels weird not to be going back to school tomorrow with everyone else. I don't really miss it, but it feels really like I'm forgetting something.
Until next time......frizz ease from John Freida is a miracle product. Try it, then let me know what you think.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Hello! So, after about a 3 year absense from blogging, a friend/coworker kind of inspired me to start again.
So, first a little about me. I am K. A very recent college graduate, and even more recent newly wed. J and I have been married about two and a half weeks, even though we've been together for a year and a half now. We don't have any kids yet, thank goodness, unless you count two fat, spoiled cats. It's not that I don't want kids. I really do. But we're definitely not ready for them yet. We'll get to more of that later.
I mentioned that I was a recent college graduate. That is of about three weeks. I went to college to be in broadcast communications, mostly radio. I never had any desire to be in TV. My freshman year, I started volunteering at the local radio station to kind of help learn the ropes, give me an edge, and hopefully lead to a job. Well, it did. Eventually, I worked part time, one or two days a week, filling in at other times if needed. I started working more and more often, and eventually, here a few months ago, it led to the job I had been working for for three years. Couldn't be happier right?
Well, with our wonderful government and perfect economy, this job wasn't as many hours as it used to be and would not pay my bills, even with J's job, which pays him pretty decently for this area and time. So I started looking for other jobs, half heartedly, because honestly I've been working for this for three years, I want to stay here! J has been pushing me to work for his company for quite a while. Helping him with sales, or whatever needs to be done, pretty much. Well, they made this big deal and need a new employee to help deal with this new company. So they offer me a job as their Marketing Manager.
What can I say? On one hand, I have a job that I'm not guaranteed 40 hours per week. If I make it, I'll be working basically 7 days a week, at random hours from 430 or 5am to sometimes 10 or 11 at night. Not solidly of course, but any hours in between. On the other hand, I have a job offer of a regular 9-5, 40 hours per week guaranteed, unless I request time off or it's a holiday.
I took the job. And I regret it. I swore form the time I was 14 and started working that I would never work someplace just for money. I would do what I liked, not what I had to unless it meant starving. So now I'm stuck right? I have to just make the best of what I've gotten myself into. I hated working at the radio station too when I first started, so I'm trying to give myself an adjustment period to get used to it. Just like I've had to do with every other job I've had.
So this is a long post, right? Yeah, that happens a lot.
So Happy New Year! Sorta. I've never made resolutions before, but I heard that you shouldn't make your resolutions till Jan. 2, or you'll never keep them, so I have a few now here.
So this is my first blog. We'll get to more about me, my new job, my kids...I mean cats, J and whatever else is bothering me. For now, goodbye blogging world, hello world of I-Want-To-Keep-My-Resolutions.
So, first a little about me. I am K. A very recent college graduate, and even more recent newly wed. J and I have been married about two and a half weeks, even though we've been together for a year and a half now. We don't have any kids yet, thank goodness, unless you count two fat, spoiled cats. It's not that I don't want kids. I really do. But we're definitely not ready for them yet. We'll get to more of that later.
I mentioned that I was a recent college graduate. That is of about three weeks. I went to college to be in broadcast communications, mostly radio. I never had any desire to be in TV. My freshman year, I started volunteering at the local radio station to kind of help learn the ropes, give me an edge, and hopefully lead to a job. Well, it did. Eventually, I worked part time, one or two days a week, filling in at other times if needed. I started working more and more often, and eventually, here a few months ago, it led to the job I had been working for for three years. Couldn't be happier right?
Well, with our wonderful government and perfect economy, this job wasn't as many hours as it used to be and would not pay my bills, even with J's job, which pays him pretty decently for this area and time. So I started looking for other jobs, half heartedly, because honestly I've been working for this for three years, I want to stay here! J has been pushing me to work for his company for quite a while. Helping him with sales, or whatever needs to be done, pretty much. Well, they made this big deal and need a new employee to help deal with this new company. So they offer me a job as their Marketing Manager.
What can I say? On one hand, I have a job that I'm not guaranteed 40 hours per week. If I make it, I'll be working basically 7 days a week, at random hours from 430 or 5am to sometimes 10 or 11 at night. Not solidly of course, but any hours in between. On the other hand, I have a job offer of a regular 9-5, 40 hours per week guaranteed, unless I request time off or it's a holiday.
I took the job. And I regret it. I swore form the time I was 14 and started working that I would never work someplace just for money. I would do what I liked, not what I had to unless it meant starving. So now I'm stuck right? I have to just make the best of what I've gotten myself into. I hated working at the radio station too when I first started, so I'm trying to give myself an adjustment period to get used to it. Just like I've had to do with every other job I've had.
So this is a long post, right? Yeah, that happens a lot.
So Happy New Year! Sorta. I've never made resolutions before, but I heard that you shouldn't make your resolutions till Jan. 2, or you'll never keep them, so I have a few now here.
- Keep my house cleaner. J didn't have the best time growing up and can't stand a dirty house. I don't mind clutter, but I can't stand much dirt either. So now that I'm not working and in school full time, I should be able to keep that more. Most notably, this includes doing dishes. It is the one thing J and I both hate the most and therefore, they don't get done. So, in keeping my house cleaner, I will also do my dishes before they start growing and having babies.
- Keep in shape. I'm not fat, but I'm flabby and I'm back to losing my breath as fast as ever, so I really need to whip my ample ass into shape again. I want to lead an active life, not waste my time in front of the TV and computer. *uncomfortable squirm* well, not all my time anyway.
- Cook more, and make it healthy. When I moved off campus, I swore I would cook more. I did, but when I started working more and didn't get home till about 7p, I didn't really want to cook much. But I should have more than enough time now, and this in theory should help with resolution number 2.
- Save money. Even with two incomes that pay fairly decently, we have a lot of bills, what with a house payment and several school loans to pay. Plus, J likes things that go vroom, so there are truck repairs, car upgrades, and a new motorcycle on the wish list. I clip coupons like a fanatic anyway, but I'm not very good at planning my shopping or my meals, and that's something I can improve upon quite a bit. Note to self: buying less clothing for myself would also help with this.
- Fifth and finally, not to be such a hermit. I've never been very outgoing or easy to make friends, but since all of my close friends have left and live several hours away, I really need to be more....friendly....I guess. J is gone a lot sometimes for work and when he's gone, I have two cats to keep me company and that's really it. I need to change that PDQ.
So this is my first blog. We'll get to more about me, my new job, my kids...I mean cats, J and whatever else is bothering me. For now, goodbye blogging world, hello world of I-Want-To-Keep-My-Resolutions.
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