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Last Build Date: Tue, 06 Mar 2007 17:37:08 GMT


I have a plan. I am working the plan.

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 17:37:08 GMT

I really must stop looking at job offers in L.A. All it does is frustrate me to be living in this Podunk town working at this Podunk wage. (And please explain to me why my spell check automatically capitalizes Podunk, as if it’s an actual proper noun or something?)

I have a two-year plan, I am working the two-year plan. This is my mantra. I love my job, I love my town. As long as this job is in this town, I will remain. In this job. And town. When my boss does move to Nevada, that will be my cue to look for a different job, in a different town. Did you get all that? There will be a test later.

My boss is out of the office today, down in Beverly Hills giving his seminar to wealthy people who want to make more money than they already have. I suppose that’s a good thing in the long run. Go wealthy people! Right. It’s a beautiful day here in Central Oregon, the office is empty and quiet, and life is good. What more could a girl want? :D

It's tax refund time again...

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 16:53:09 GMT

So I'm expecting a little over $2k back in this year and last years tax refunds. Every year my refund gets eaten by my husband's previous inability to pay his bills. Love the man to death, but we are the proverbial Mutt and Jeff when it comes to finances. I am Little Miss Financial Guru (that's my scientific name), almost literally, I manage an entire financial securities investment firm and commercial real estate development company, which sounds very difficult, or so I'm told, but is really fun and easy to me. It's just what I'm good at. And my husband is Mr. Spend Spend Spend! Or at least he was before he married me and learned how to pay his bills, on time no less.

Last year, I let it slide, because it wasn't much of a refund anyway. But this year I was looking at over $1000, so when the IRS snagged it to pay his old debts, I got a little pissy about that. Luckily, on the back of the notice they included several paragraphs on "what to do if this is your spouses debt and not yours" so bingo, I hauled up the ole and printed out my little forms. Along the way, I discovered a $1200 tax credit I forgot to take in 2005, so amended that return and filed for the Injured Spouse Allocation (their term, not mine) and when all was said and done, I swear I heard angels singing the hallelujah chorus. (Or it might have been Rage Against the Machine's Killing in the Name… I can't be certain.) Whichever, I'm feeling quite smug and proud of myself for finding another $800 refund on my 2005 return, and for figuring out how to get back my 80% of the refunds. Go Freddie! Go Freddie! It's your money. It's your money. Ahem. Well, yes. You get the picture.

Money or skills for the greater good?

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 17:37:00 GMT

So, I’m once again thinking about studying psychology. Not in a “quit my job tomorrow” type of way like before, but more of an “ease into one class a term” kind of way for right now. Since I’m encouraging my husband to do the same thing, going back to school, not studying psychology, we can’t exactly both quit our jobs and go to school full time.

Here’s my quandary. If it’s just about making more money, and therefore having more money to invest and give away (I’m a big charity person), we could move to L.A. where I can make double my salary in a heartbeat. If it’s about building skills to be able to do God’s work through counseling, then I need a degree, which will only take 10-12 years while attending part time. Not a show stopper in and of itself. But certainly something to stop and think about.

On top of that, after those 10-12 years of schooling, I’ll have to take a fairly large pay cut to get my first job, because my only experience is strictly on a volunteering basis. Getting a psychology degree is not about the money though, it’s about being able to use those skills for the good of others. While moving to L.A. would be about the money, but about using the money for the good of others. The thing about getting a job in L.A. is that I already have 8-10 years of work experience in that field, not to mention bunches of fantastic references and the confidence that comes from knowing when you are seriously good at your job. I mean I know I’m a good counselor too, but my resume can’t prove that to anyone else.

Another bonus to living in L.A. is that my husband is a certified personal trainer and L.A. is like the land of milk and honey for personal trainers. In Central Oregon they want to pay him $10/hr, in L.A. they’d be paying him $25/hr bare minimum. And making that kind of money would give him more free time to prepare himself for a body building contest, which is one of his personal goals.

To further muddy the waters, I really know that we’re supposed to be in Central Oregon right now. So I don’t know if it will be another year or more before it’s right for us to move away, or even if that will ever be the right thing for us to do. Which is fine for now, since my job is great, and building me more experience in this field should I decide to use said experience in L.A. at some point. But it’s still hard to know what to do.

So I think this is how I’m going to play it for now. I’m going to start taking part time classes at the local community college that interest me and are in the psychology field. Tuition is a fantastic tax break, and it’s always good to broaden your horizons. By next year I think I’ll have a better idea of which direction we’re headed, and I’ll either have my degree started and we’ll stay in Oregon, or I’ll have another year of work experience and we’ll move to L.A. The really nice thing is that I’d be happy with either option. So here’s to being happy no matter what. ;)

Loyalty, Sex, and Scottish Accents

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 18:49:15 GMT

WARNING: For those whoactually know me, this is probably way more info than you ever wanted. ;)

But this is why I post anonymously online, so I can talk about whatever I want without it coming back to bite me on the ass in some future job interview where they suddenly ask, so I hear you like lots of sex? Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

First, I have this problem. I have values. Strong, black and white, no gray space here, morals. And the funny thing is that it’s not really about my religion, it’s more about my personality type. I’m honest. Brutally honest. I’m loyal. Hardcore loyal. I’m a right or wrong kinda person. There’s nothing in between. Sure, I’ve learned to let little things slide, because after a while, people get annoyed at you for pointing out every little thing that you think they are doing wrong.

Second, I have an above average female sex drive. Which is great when I’m married to the seriously gorgeous built guy of my dreams, right? Not really. Not so great when he has a below average male sex drive. He likes sex, and he always thinks it’s a good idea if I start something, but it’s never his idea. So if I don’t initiate, neither does he. Hmmm…

And even though he cheated on me, I can’t cheat on him. I am loyal and honest to a fault. I have no desire or ability to be with anyone else while I am married to him. Not that I don’t think about it, but it’s more like a “wow, what I’d do if Gerard Butler (Christian Bale, insert gorgeous buff actor with an accent here) showed up at my office” sort of thought. When I actually look at men I see in public, my thoughts are, I wonder if he’s a Christian and I wonder if he’s loyal? Because my husband isn’t, or wasn’t at any rate, and I’m still trying to figure out how to work that into my marriage. It was never something I expected to be dealing with, so even though we’ve moved on and our marriage has survived, there is still plenty of lingering pain, not to mention serious trust issues going on. Which mostly pisses me off because I came into this marriage completely baggage-free, and my husband created baggage that I hate.

Just watched Reign of Fire this weekend for the first time, and totally not a Matthew McConaughey fan, because I don’t like blonds for some reason. But he got all big and buff and shaved his head and presto chango, suddenly he was hot. I have a thing for big buff built guys, which I guess you could tell by who I married. Accents are better though, Scottish is the best. Christian Bale and Gerard Butler are both tall, dark and handsome with an accent, that’s the whole package. Well, I guess being a pet lover would round out the whole package for me, because who else is going to take me with 6 cats and 2 dogs, and whatever other strays show up at my door.

So see, I do understand that my husband is perfect for me, and I’m not expecting marriage to be perfect. It’s a process, just like everything else in life. I just don’t know how to get past some of the issues we have right now. Go figure.

Personality Types

Thu, 22 Feb 2007 19:53:06 GMT

This is me.

Personality Strengths of the Melancholy

Deep and thoughtful
Serious and purposeful
Genius prone
Talented and creative
Artistic or musical
Appreciative of beauty
Sensitive to others
As a parent, sets high standards and wants everything done right.
As a homemaker, keeps everything in order.
As an employee, schedule oriented and hard working.
A list maker and keeper.

Personality Weaknesses of the Melancholy

Easily offended
Can get too caught up in details
Doesn't do well with change.

This is my husband.

Personality Strengths of the Sanguine

Light hearted
A people person
Loves to extend hospitality
A peace maker
Enjoys children

Personality Weaknesses of the Sanguine

Scatter brained
Doesn't finish what they start
May avoid facing problems

Any questions?

The beauty of it is that apparently these two personality types are the most compatible, if my counselor is as right as she normally is. Well, okay, what she really said was that the sanguine is the most compatible with the melancholy, who is apparently not very compatible with others at all. Go figure! So that would be why it takes a very certain type of man to deal with me. Hmmm… who knew?

What is up with that??

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 19:32:53 GMT

What is up with all the random spammy friend requests?? Why do they arrive in dozens? I mean nothing for weeks and then bam, "You have 10 new friend requests from Bambi, Brittnay, Mandy, Brandy..." And it's all stupid girls that I would never even acknowledge in public. The kind that annoy me to no end, the ones that can't drive, the ones that wear short skirts and thigh high leather boots to the office and then want to be taken "seriously". Who are you kidding?? If it looks like a slut and walks like a slut and dresses like a slut... Duh. Welcome to the real world.

Don't get me wrong, short skirts and thigh high leather boots have their place in society. But it's the women who can't figure that out that drive me insane. I have no tolerance for stupidity. Which as a Christian, is bad. But hey, God made me this way so clearly He knew what I was up against. White trash ignorance is the worst. It makes me believe in forced sterilization.

So I guess there's no question why I have very few girlfriends. And funny enough, the ones I do have are exactly like me. No joke. The women that I get along with and can build actual friendships with are generally the same personality type I am. Maybe that's God's way of saying He's sorry for littering the world with worthless women. At least he made a handful of us the right way.

The Trace Bundy concert!

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 17:59:04 GMT

I forgot to update on the weekend events, namely Trace was in town and played a small concert at my church and it was fantastic, of course. He is so much fun to watch, he has such a great, wacky sense of humor. It was a blast. He's gonna be back in town in April and we're going to invite him and his wife out to dinner. They're such great people.

I love men.

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 21:19:31 GMT

I found this on someone else's page, and yes, it was a man. A marine I think. But this is hilarious. Either I can seriously take a joke or I just seriously love men. (Let's assume both.) Well, not "men" as in plural, just "man" as in my husband, but I meant, "men" as in I prefer the male gender... oh you know what I mean. 27 is my personal favorite. But then I would love an XBox for Christmas.The International Council of Manhood, Ltd Rules Of Manhood:1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella. 2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances: (a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master. (b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse. (c) After wrecking your boss' car. (d) One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into "The Crying Game". (e) When she is using her teeth. 3: Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies. 4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours. 5: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her. 6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable. 7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy's choice. 8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest. 9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing. 10: You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she's officially your girlfriend. 11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless model and only when it's free. 12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts. 13: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked. 14: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed. 15: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything. 16: Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers. 17: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight. 18: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy. 19: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer. 20: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response. 21: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights: (a) Yeah, Baby, Push it! (b) C'mon, give me one more! Harder! (c) Another set and we can hit the showers! 22: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need. 23: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary. 24: The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend" have carnal, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was occurs. 25: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours. 26: Thou shalt not buy a ca[...]

Back from the land of Oz... er, PA.

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 18:38:43 GMT

It was a hellacious trip. All my cousins were sick, and I think I would have been fine if I’d actually made it home on time. But I got stuck in Salt Lake City for a night, with only 5 hours of sleep and plenty of stress in trying to get home, so of course I woke up Sunday morning with the creeping crud. Home airport was fogged in so I diverted to Portland and hubby drove over to pick me up. He’s so good to me. (Which reminds me that I need to forgive him and move on, at some point.)

Free Trace Bundy concert this weekend at church, very nice. Trace Bundy concerts are always a blast.

So my dad is giving me a chunk o’ money to use as a down payment on a house. It can only be used for that purpose. Which is fine. Except that we can’t afford a house here in Central Oregon. We pay $600/mo in rent for a cute 2-bedroom apartment with free laundry and a 1-car garage. The very cheapest, crappy, square, tract, fixer-upper house here would cost us $900/mo bare minimum for a mortgage payment. And that’s after the chunk o’ change down payment. Without the down payment, we’d be looking at $1200/mo or more for a mortgage payment. Yes, I could afford that, but I would hate my house, and I don’t really want to be white trash house poor for a crappy house I won’t even like.

On the other hand, there are lots of cute little historic fixer-uppers on the Western side of Oregon and Washington that would cost us somewhere between $200 and $400/mo in a mortgage payment, AND I would love fixing up my cute little historic house. The only problem being that my job is here in central Oregon. One of these weekends we’re gonna drive over and look at several possible houses for sale, because with a $200/mo mortgage, we could afford to buy a house and fix it up, while still renting and working here for the time being. When the house is ready to live in, then we could either rent it out for a while, or move over as soon as we find suitable jobs.

Oh right. In fact, there’s currently an open city job I need to apply for in that area that pays really well. Let’s see, cut my rent by $400/mo AND get a $4/hr raise. Riiiiiiiight. Can you say gravy? I knew you could.

Sad News

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 22:53:25 GMT

My 94-yr-old grandmother died this morning, and of course it's very sad, since she was my favorite, and last living, grandparent. But she was a wonderful Christian who lived a seriously full and happy life, and I just pray I can live like that for over 90 years. I'll be busy for the rest of the week trying to figure out how to get to Baltimore and who will feed the pets while we're gone, so if I neglect my blog, it won't be for long, I promise.

Of course, my boss is gone for the next two days so it might be that I'm so bored at work I'll have plenty of time to blog. Who knows.

More later.

Words fail me...

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 01:01:55 GMT

Um... I've just read this article about having a baby and I don't want one. Period. I'm at a loss for words.

My grocery list

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:30:00 GMT

I had this entire, long, drawn-out, four paragraph rant about the inadequacies of my marriage and suddenly it was just too stupid and pathetic to deal with. (And here, I've just realized this is merely another of the same.) Seriously, do you think expecting an adult relationship is asking too much of marriage?? And we're not talking about being married to a funny, goofy 5-yr-old (which at times, can be completely acceptable), we're talking about being married to a lying, cheating 16-yr-old (which is completely unacceptable). WORLD of difference here, people.

Right. So I'm pissed off and making a grocery list for the next man I don't marry. I'd much rather be single and celibate for the rest of my life than deal with someone else's baggage. Because that's really all a relationship is. You decide which baggage you can deal with and bingo, that's the person you can live with or marry or whatever. So here's what I started with before I got married…

Pet lover.
Basically an all-around good person.
Speaks another language.
Plays the guitar.
Taller than me with an athletic build.
Loyal to a fault.
Likes everything about me.
No smoking/drinking/drugs/stupidity/ignorance.
Wants kids.

And interestingly enough, this really almost describes my husband perfectly. Aside from that pesky loyalty issue. So here's what I've added to the list since I've been married…

No previous children, period.
No ex-wives receiving any type of financial support.
No history of bad credit or bankruptcy.
No living in the same hick town all their life.
Steady employment and upward career mobility.

In all honesty, if this marriage doesn't work, I'm pretty darn sure I ain't going there again. Ever. I was single for 32 years and did a damn fine job on my own. I'm sure I'll figure it out again.

Soldiers' Angels - become a penpal!

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 17:20:12 GMT

And in other news, I was encouraged by one of my cyber horsey friends to visit the Soldier’s Angels website, which is easily enough and I am now encouraging you to visit as well.

The basic idea is that you “adopt” a soldier and become their penpal. The commitment is to send a letter or card at least once a week and a care package at least once a month. Since I can write any length, on any subject, that seemed like cake to me. So I joined, I wrote my first letter, and now I’m gathering stuff to send my first care package. I haven’t even sent it yet and it’s already a blast. I love to give unexpected gifts, so this is right up my alley.

Not to change the subject, but it’s 14 degrees here and I’m wearing my scarf and mittens indoors. I hate this office, it’s always cold. The new office is toasty warm but it doesn’t have any phone or internet lines. Geesh, details people.

Daniel Craig in Hawaii... yep, had to be a dream

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 17:00:16 GMT

I had the single best dream of my life (so far) last night. It was one of my long and involved movie dreams, where the movie is playing all around me in full color and stereo sound and I’m right smack dab in the middle of it. I was living in Hawaii and dating Daniel Craig. Before I go any further, can I just say, could life get any better than that??

So we met when he picked me up hitchhiking and it turned out we went to the same church and he was the director of the kids gospel choir. (Seriously, I couldn’t make up something this good.) Even though the part where we met was in my dream, we had already been dating for several months, and we had just started shopping for a house to buy together. We had all these friends from church that we hung out with and he was really affectionate and always kissing me and hugging me and holding my hand. It was lots of fun. :D

The weirdest thing about it though was that at the back of my mind I knew he was married and I was pretty sure he had kids, but he was with me in Hawaii for several months and never called or went home to his wife. Since I was having so much fun dating him, I never bothered to ask about them. Heck, who wants to spoil the fun?

Then the alarm woke me up and the worst part about it was that I remembered every warm, yummy detail of the dream. So it wasn’t bad enough that I had to wake up for work, I had to be reminded that it’s 14 degrees here in Central Oregon and I am not dating Daniel Craig.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, and heck, he’s built almost exactly like Daniel Craig, especially in the shoulders and chest. But there’s still a certain subconscious attractive quality to a relationship without betrayal baggage.

It's my birthday and I'll scream if I want to!

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 14:17:44 GMT

Thank you thank you for all the birthday wishes! So far it has sucked, but only on the office front. My boss (read: his wife) did get me a card and was planning to take me to lunch, but then all holy heck broke loose at the office and those plans were scratched. I am sure my hubby will have something planned for me this evening, and friend Amber is taking me out for sushi tomorrow night, so that will be fun!

The day started out okay. We moved our office to a new location, another house my boss owns in town. I guess I should mention that this house is new construction and has never been lived in yet. My boss was really excited to be moving the office so we planned it all for today, like the Internet cable guy and the network wiring guy and the telephone guy, to all arrive throughout the day as we were unpacking. We moved things late last night, and then started unpacking this morning. Things went pretty well until the telephone guy showed up around noon. The network guy, Kyle, had been working all morning to get the indoor wiring settled, and he was doing a darn good job too. Kudos to Kyle for jumping in there and taking care of business. But then the telephone guy discovered that, oops, there are no utilities run to the property line. Or at least no telephone and no cable. The contractor who built the house is supposed to call all the utility companies before construction starts but he didn't do it. It's not that he forgot, he just plain didn't do it. Guess who the contractor was? Right. My boss. Somehow this doesn't surprise me. Better yet, guess how long it takes for the cable and phone company to run wires to the property line? Oh, 4-6 weeks, that's all. Right.

At which point I repacked my computer and basic office supplies and drove back to our previous office, which is at the bosses home and an extra 30 minute commute for me. Oh well. I got here just in time to set everything up and now I get to go home. All's well that ends... well??

The Coffee Conspiracy

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 17:09:59 GMT

Do you think the world as we know it would come to a screaching halt without coffee? I don't know about you, but it's the only thing that keeps me going in the mornings. Literally. I don't eat breakfast, which is bad, so they tell me, so three cups of coffee is all I've got to fuel me up until lunch. At the very least I think the flow of information would, well, flow a whole lot slower if the office drones of the world weren't hyped up on caffiene. Starbucks is just a ploy to get us pumping out paperwork faster at that omigosh early hour that our employers expect us to be at work. For those of us who can't afford their morning Starbucks, we just make do with whatever was cheap at Costco last week. Although if I bought coffee elsewhere then I would miss out on that wonderful coffee aroma as it percolates. I guess that's really when my brain starts to function, since it knows coffee will be on the way soon.

And while I'm on the subject, who's idea was it anyway that a work week should be 5 days long? Because I'm thinking that if they took one of those stupid polls they love to give us, we would have chosen a 4 day work week and a 3 day weekend. If not the other way around. Why couldn't 32 hours be the normal work week? Or even better, 24? I mean when was this decided and why didn't the office drones get a deciding vote on the matter?

Clearly it's all a conspiracy. The people who chose the 40 hour, 5 day work week are obviously the same ones who invented coffee. They knew we would hate working hard and getting up early and they had to come up with a way for us to voluntarily medicate ourselves. And damn them, it worked. We're such lemmings. Dontcha hate when that happens?

Trace Bundy! And Christian rock um... Rocks!

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 20:28:49 GMT

I installed the nice little Trace Bundy video on my myspace front page, but I can't control it. Or at least I don't know how to control it. It just plays automatically with sound. And I also really wanted a serious Christian rock song to play immediately, so I was worried I wouldn't be able to have my Trace and rock it too. But luckily, Skillet is so loud, there's no worries. You can always pause Skillet if you really want to hear Trace. Which I do highly recommend. Or better yet, you can just go to Trace's page and listen to a few full versions of his stuff.

Now the reason I slapped the Trace video on the front page is because honestly, as fantastic as his music is, you really need to see it to fully appreciate it. The first time I watched Trace play, there was no doubt in my mind that his talent was God given. My husband said something like, wow, he must practice a lot. And I thought, are you kidding?? 99.9% of the guitar players in the world can practice until the cows come home and they will STILL never have the talent God put in Trace's left pinky. It is both awe inspiring and humbling all at the same time. So sure, buying a video is good (it makes a great gift, I gave it to my step-dad who plays the bass), share it with your musically inclined friends, I guarantee they will love it. But better yet, go see him in person and take your friends. I promise you will thank me later.

This morning I was rocking out to Air1 on the way to work, and this Skillet Rebirthing song came on. I really love it, because I'm a hard rock kinda girl after all. DC101 is THE best rock station on this continent, but the problem is, they cuss a blue streak. And that's something I am trying to cut back on, so I'm very suseptible when the people around me do it. I worked in the horse industry for too many years, so unfortunately, I cuss like a sailer. Or did, until I moved to Central Oregon, started spending time with Amber's kids (the little miser's charge me 25 cents for every bad word) and then married my husband, who is Mr. Goody Two Shoes when it comes to bad language. First I couldn't say "shit" anymore, so I used "crap". Now when I say crap, he says, can't you use "crud"? Geesh!! I understand not using God's name as a cuss word, but c'mon! Crap is a perfectly socially acceptable word! But I digress.

Air1 is the "positive alternative" station, with lots and lots of Christian rock music. Which is good, because I like rock. But the best part is that all the DJ's are good, positive people. The news is always good, positive news. The people who call in are good, positive people. And I finally decided, how could I go wrong by adding that to my life?? When I'm up and happy and my faith is strong, I sign all the songs at the top of my lungs. When I'm down and sad and struggling with my faith, the songs and the people lift me up and give me hope to keep struggling on through. It's good stuff, I'm hear to tell you. I listen in the car and then I listen online all day at work. Or at home, like right now, whichever the case may be. I mean c'mon, listen to the Skillet song on my front page and tell me that's not a great rock song. I rest my case.

-4 degrees (yes, that's a negative number)

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 18:27:23 GMT

So this morning, my mind is working on a nice little rant about the weather as I drive to work. The bank temp sign (actually, it's a self storage place, but you get the picture) says -4 when I drop my husband off at 7:30. The outside office temp guage says 6 when I get to work. I go inside and follow my morning routine, flip on the light, bump up the thermostat, head for my desk. It's not until I've pushed the computer power button three times with no response that I realize, oh, the light and heater didn't come on either. That's me, one sharp cookie. I waited an hour, nothing happened, boss didn't show up, so I made an executive decision and I closed the office for the day. It's good to be the "Office Manager". :D

-4. That's NEGATIVE four, people. As in minus. As in below zero. This is Oregon, not Alaska. And as we all know, I am not a happy camper in cold weather. I am actually longing for Mississippi right now and that's just plain scary. On the plus side, I am at home for the rest of the day and my dogs are thrilled. Zach keeps bringing me different toys to see which one I want to play with. If I ignore him, he figures I didn't like that toy, and goes for a different one. If I throw the toy, he figures I liked that toy, and keeps bringing it back. Not the sharpest tool in the shed but still very lovable and endearing.

All in all, this is making Hawaii look extremely attractive right now. Amber's mom and sister moved there recently, and we've been discussing the idea ever since. I go back and forth, mostly because it's expensive to live there, and it's a bit of a lengthy process to move pets there. And clearly, I have a lot of pets. But right about now, all of that is pretty darn trivial in comparison to the miserable weather outside.

Lava City Roller Dolls

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 23:54:11 GMT

Ever since I became seriously addicted to the Rollergirls show on A&E, I have wanted to be one. Now that there is a local league, I should really join. Amber and I have been talking about it. We have friends on the league, it would be a lot of fun. My problem is that I’m lazy and I lack motivation. But we are going to the next bout on Feb.10 so who knows. Stranger things have happened. Especially in my life. I'll be sure to keep you posted. ;)

A personal assistants job is never done

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 21:11:07 GMT

I should start by saying I love my job. Aside from some minor irritations with the location and abundance of snow falling out of the sky, I really do love my job. I am quite literally a part of the family. If my boss moves out of state, my family will go with him. Assuming he moves somewhere warm that is west of Louisiana. If he moves to Florida, he’s on his own.

When I got this job, the boss told me to use whatever title I wanted. I chose “Office Manager”. I am the Office Manager for a 1031 securities investment rep. Sounds snappy, huh? In truth, Personal Assistant/Bookkeeper/Tax Preparer/Nanny/Horse Trainer/Travel Agent/Housekeeper/Dog Walker/Pet Sitter is harder to fit in that little space on my resume. But I make good money, I have health benefits, and I get a week in Cabo San Lucas at the bosses time share every year. I’m really good at my job and I’m highly appreciated, what more could a girl ask for? Oh right. Warmer weather.

Stepchildren are the root of all evil

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 17:38:31 GMT

If you have to go to counseling, it’s the most fun when the counselor is the exact same personality and temperament as you, and always agrees with you. Ha! Okay, so it might have something to do with the 12 ongoing years of counseling and psycho-analysis I’ve had, which enabled me to mostly get my poop in a group by now. Hubby never had counseling or anything resembling it, so in that aspect, I’m way ahead of him in the “dealing with my issues” phase of life.

I know it sounds petty, but I truly love it when the counselor just comes out and says, “You two would really be a happy couple if it wasn’t for his kids.” Duh. It takes every once of self control I own to refrain from doing the Grace Adler Told-You-So Dance. It’s still frustrating to say something to my husband about his kids and he doesn’t believe me, and then the counselor says the exact same thing, but he believes her. I would be doing this dance a lot if I didn’t know he’d take it negatively. But it’s nice to be reminded that his kids were screwed up way before I came into the picture, and it is my house after all, so I am free to employ the “my way or the highway” techniques with them. They took the highway. Thank you God. I owe you one. Or two. Or twenty…

Side note to self: Peppermint mocha coffee creamer is fantastic.

It’s snowing again. Snowed hard for about an hour yesterday, didn’t snow at all over night, and now it’s a nice steady drizzle of snowflakes. Sort of pretty and surreal if you don’t have to go outside and drive anywhere in it. Which I do, so it mostly just sucks. I am here to tell you, my next job will be somewhere warm. Hawaii would be nice, but I’d settle for California. Easier to move 6 cats and 2 dogs there anyway.

Yes, clearly I would be the cat lady on the corner if it weren’t for my husband. Though in my defense, I only had 3 cats and a dog when I moved here. Then he brought home a cat, then I brought home a dog, then I brought home a cat, and then he brought home a cat. Geesh! It’s amazing how those damn things multiple without a single reproductive organ among them. I don’t need children, I have pets. And I can smack them when they’re bad and leave them at home alone whenever I want to and no one can tell me differently.

Now I have to go work. Mostly I need to send payroll so I get paid on time. Priorities, people.

I hate to say I told you so

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 00:33:01 GMT

But it's snowing. Hard. Really hard in fact. Almost white out conditions. I can't decide if I should go home early, or if it might be a bad idea to drive during the snow storm. Thank God for studded tires. Could someone remind me why I live in Central Oregon again? Oh right. If I were still in Biloxi, all my worldly possessions would now be at the bottom of the Gulf. I suppose that would be worse than a snow storm. I think.

Eggnog, statistics, and snow clouds

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 18:24:23 GMT

Let me just start by saying: MySpace blows, Livejournal rules. I am now posting the same witty repartee in both, at the insistence of my many (read: 3) fans. I rallied long and hard against MySpace, and I’m still pretty sure it’s mostly cheerleaders and pedophiles, but now I’m there, so I can’t fully decide what that says about me. Lemming? I mean c’mon, when was the last time you heard about the LiveJournal murder plot? Oh right. Never. That was MySpace.

Side note to self: Eggnog coffee creamer does not taste as good as it smells.

I am officially a statistic. And not even because of the MySpace thing. I realized that when I became a “betrayed spouse” and was headed for divorce. Granted, it turned around, but still, I was suddenly just one of the many statistics out there, and not happy about it. I dislike being lumped into any stereotypical group. I’ve always lovingly referred to myself as an anomaly, a deviation (not to be confused with deviant) from the common rule, type, arrangement or form. But now that I’m older and wiser (no snickering) I can no longer deny that in some way or another, I’m just like everyone else.

I’m married, we have issues, and we see a counselor. I go to church, I try to be a good little Christian, but mostly I struggle with it. I drive to work, I goof off too much online, but I generally get the job done. I’m not a tortured soul, I’m not misunderstood, I’m not looking for acceptance. I have a few great friends but rarely have time to spend with them, especially since they’re scattered across the globe. I’m 33(ish) and still don’t know what I want to do with my life. I’m not special, I’m not unique, I’m just like all the other smart aleck bloggers out there trying to make sense of it all.

Meteorologic side note for the day: Snow clouds are blowing in. How, you ask, do I know they are snow clouds? Because clouds with moisture in them have fuzzy edges, instead of sharp edges and crisp, clean outlines. And since the high today is 30 and the low tonight is 14, moisture = snow. Consider yourself educated.

A recap of the days events so far.

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 22:54:29 GMT

Bored at work.
Chat with Amber.
Fox hunting in Texas?
Type lease contract.
To move or not to move.
Jobs in Texas.
Land in Texas.
Still bored.
Horses for sale.
Ponies for sale.
Riding lessons?
Bored, bored, bored.
Boss gone.
Raid the pantry.
Yummy potato chips.
Browse friend websites.
Seriously bored.

The audacity of youth

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 00:20:11 GMT

Let's make this really simple. If you think there is ANY privacy on the World Wide Web lovinly referred to as the Internet, you are stupid. Did you hear me? S-T-U-P-I-D. If you are blogging, journaling, or otherwise posting to any type of message board, your posts are 110% public. Duh! To those of us (well) over the age of 22, this seems like common sense, I know. I can only blame it on the audacity of youthful immortality. You know, when you think your generation invented hip-huggers, go-go boots and mohawks? Right.

Welcome to the Internet, children. You have the right to post anything, but anything you post can and will be used against you by your parents, your peers, your teachers, and your future employers. If you are looking for privacy, buy a diary with a lock and key. If you assume your posting is private, then you will only look stupid later when it comes back to bite you. Post freely people, but use a pseudoname and don't get caught looking stupid. ;)