Thursday, June 25, 2009

*Foot Stamping Temper Tantrum Continues*

Yep.  Last day.  God I hate this.  I just want to scream.  I want to throw a big-ass temper tantrum.  I don't know how I am supposed to 'finish up my tasks' when all I want to do is yell and stamp my feet.

We are in a worse place financially than when we came here.  Now, in addition to a completely More Than We Can Afford On Unemployment Mortgage, we have a Rent That Is More Than We Can Afford On Unemployment.

I have been blaming the democrats but I don't know if a Republican administration would have been any better.  We were told at our meeting today that this is probably only temporary; that they will probably be spinning up again.  My manager (a generally nice guy) said he couldn't promise anything though nor do they know how long the hiatus may be.  My (somewhat limited) understanding of this is that this is a gap in funding.  FCS is cancelled.  Period.  As of this week.  They just haven't determined the follow-on yet so for now there is nothing to charge to.  That seems pretty stupid to me.  Why didn't they get the follow-on at the same time as the termination so there would be no LOSS OF JOBS.

So much for creating jobs.  Thanks, Mr. President.

I'm just sayin'.

For once I had hoped I was wrong...

Yep, today's my last day.


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Random thoughts

When I came in to work this morning my coffee cup was gone.  My first thought was, 'Who would steal a coffee cup?  It's not like it was lined in gold or had diamonds and jewels encrusting it.  It is a goddamned freaking COFFEE CUP!!"

Okay...that's not really the first thought I had.  My first thought was, "Was I such a lame-o dumbass ignoramus that I left my stupid dumb coffee cup in the bathroom?"

Which, of course, I had.


Boy-boy had t-ball last night.  What's cuter than watching a bunch of 5 & 6-year olds play baseball?  Twirling around in the outfield; digging in the infield dirt; looking for worms; watching the planes fly overhead...

How cute...swinging a bat at every pitch no matter how badly thrown; dropping easy fly balls; balls thrown way off the mark; crappy fielding. 

Wait.  That last bit was how I play baseball.


Okay, now the DoD (Department of Defense) has cancelled FCS (Future Combat Systems).  This burns my ass.  I have to have the worst freaking timing of ANYONE in the entire WORLD!!!!  I get back into defense work when we elect a freaking Democrat for president.  Great.

They have an All-Hands-Meeting today.  Which we (contractors) weren't invited to.  They have a special 'contractors' meeting tomorrow.  This is Not.  Good.

I hope I still have a job next week.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Bed Wars

One of the best perks of going away on business trips and/or interview trips is that I get a big bed to sleep in ALL BY MYSELF.  I just love to lay crosswise on the bed or to sleep right in the middle.  If it is a hotel with room service?  I am in heaven.  I order dinner, get into my comfy jammies and happily pig out on the big big bed watching crappy TV with my laptop on the bed next to me (yay for WiFi!!!) dribbling crumbs on the bedspread.  And no one tries to steal the remote from me.  Ahhhh…

I remember when I was young(er) and stupid(er) and used to lay in my love’s arms all curled up, our bodies intertwined like vines.  Now?  Yeah, not so much.  My dear B, we have been together for nearly 25 years and if you would kindly sleep in the next room please.  Yeah, you.  First of all you snore, you really do.  You rattle roofs and set off car alarms.  I have seen the cat jump six feet on hearing one of your MMFT ROAHHR FFTMMMPPP.  The dog growls and Boy-boy whimpers.  You also steal the covers and roll yourself up in them leaving me shivering in the dark vainly trying to pull the covers from under your body.

And, you, my sweet darling son, you know I love you more than my luggage, but we are so going to get you your own bed as soon as humanly possible.  You are all knees, elbows and sharp corners.  You steal the blankets worse than your father and though you are less than one third my weight you shove me to the edge of the bed so I cower on the edge of the bed teetering on a precipice (okay, so it is only six inches)..

So now we have a ‘family bed’.  Do I like this arrangement?  Ummm, no.  Why are we doing this, you ask.  Well, we had to leave E’s bed back in Idaho as we didn’t have room in the trailer.  He hated the mattress anyway and I promised I would buy him a new bed.  We also left the box spring to my & B’s bed (in Idaho, that is).  So what are we sleeping on:  one queen size mattress and an air mattress that is invariably deflated just enough so that my fat ass rests on the floor the next morning.  We usually try to con Boy-boy into sleeping on that but he has gotten wise to us and even if he gets put down on the air mattress he usually moves over to the other by the time I get into bed and  B & I race each other to try to claim the mattress.

B wins.  My ass cries for a new bed.

Friday, June 19, 2009


What is it with little boys and holes in the knees of their pants?  I swear my boy just has to <i>look</i> at a new pair of pants and there will be a gaping hole in the knee before the week is out.  Does he have laser beams in his knees or something?

We have only been in Minnesota a little over a month and the jeans I bought the week after we got here have a hole in the knee.

Maybe if I bought them with holes they would grow closed in a month. 

Would that work?

Monday, June 15, 2009

Amalah ( is so funny today I thought I was gonna pee my pants! This is so something that B would do. And naturally I would be the moron who forgot the appointment.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Back again

Oh. Yeah. We moved in to our new townhouse last week and got cable/internet yesterday. Yay!! I can finally post here and access my email without having to go to the library.

I thank B's sister. She put up with us for almost three (3!!) months. She is almost a saint. But she doesn't have internet access at her house!!! My god! How very 20th century!!

Well, we are still in Minnesota. It isn't snowing. And I am still employed. I yam a happy woman.

And now, since anyone who may have actually been reading this has moved on, I am really looking forward to posting regularly again. Tomorrow. For it is late. And I want a bath. And some wine.