In the middle of the aforementioned (is that really a word?) marital troubles, E is in the middle of potty training. Now why this is such a production, I don't know. He knows what he has to do. He even glories in every poopy he deposits into the toilet (Look, mommy! Poopy!!). We haven't had to change a poopy diaper in almost a week. Then why does he have so many accidents?
Thank god for pull-ups.
Fair warning: This post is going to be sad and depressing...
I'll start out with anniversaries. This month (November) is the anniversary of when I first started my blog. It was November 23, 2004 that I started flinging my tiny thoughts out into the internet ether. Now I never thought I would become Dooce, or Tertia or grrl, but I thought I might have a few people who tuned in on my less-than-regularly scheduled brain farts. I just wish someone would leave a comment or two. *sigh* I feel as though I am talking to myself. I will keep plugging away because I am just foolish that way. But, hey! If you're out there, gimme some feedback already!!
Geez, what a whiner I am. There are starving people in the world without internet access at all!! There are even poor people who must use dial-up. DIAL-UP!
Poor buggers...
Okay, on to Thanksgiving. This must rank as one of the crappiest Thanksgiving holidays I have ever had the misfortune to experience. My marriage has passed from merely being unpleasant to being depressing and horrible. We need some serious marriage counselling and B seriously needs a class in anger management.
Which brings me to lost jobs. B has cost me yet another job. He sent an email to my last employer which cost me my job and I had an excellent interview on Tuesday before the holiday and was basically told that I had the job. They just wanted me to meet the big boss today before I got the big okay and could start. B sent an email (representing himself as me as he often does) and the agency called early this morning and cancelled the interview and the job opportunity. Lovely.
I am seriously depressed and sad. Marriage ending (possibly), jobless, Christmas approaching...
Crying now...god could it get any worse...??
I have been reading a lot recently about stupid criminals. First there was the murderer in Texas who walked out of jail using a fake ID. I know, I know, you are saying to yourself, 'What's stupid about that?' Well at first glance this seems pretty clever. All the guy did to disguise his ID was to put a piece of tape over the word 'Inmate' on his own badge, change into some clothes a friend had hidden in the john and waltz out of jail. He even had the audacity to tell a guard that he was "conducting an inspection with the Attorney General's office." HAHAHA, what idiots! This guy is a genius!
But wait a second, Rocco. He only had to be smarter than prison guards. Not exactly rocket scientists. Just to prove to everyone that he was Not So Smart he was caught a few days later, drunk, outside the liquor store doing nothing to hide his identity.
"Hey, Officer! I'm on Death Row! I just wanted some Jack Daniels. Aren't I entitled to a last drink? Or are you afraid alcohol would shorten my lifespan? BWAHAHAHAH!!"
Idiot.
Then there was the woman who stole a $2000 bird by hiding said bird in her bra and then tried to buy a car using the bird. That was dumb enough, but then she told the used car dealer that she was buying a car with a stolen bird.
This whole scenario raises a few questions in my mind. First of all, when she put the bird in her bra, did the little guy make no sound? And where did she place the object for which the bra was made? I took physics. I know you can't have two things in the same place at the same time. WHERE WAS HER BOOB?
And secondly...okay, I know that used car dealers are not exactly the most scrupulous of people but you've gotta be a special kind of stupid to tell someone you are buying something using stolen merchandise.
Idiot.
HAHAHAHAHA!
My sides are aching now.
Yay! A reason to get out of bed. I have already learned a new phrase, "Christ on a crutch", gotten a new mascot, a decoy puppy and have decided to rename my blog a PUB (Personal Unedited Bitching).
The new Dilbert Blog!!
My wonderful, sweet little cat is getting so frail and old (she is 15 years old). Her movements are very slow and calculating. Every step is carefully calculated and placed just so. I suspect her arthritis is making her so careful in her movements. Her previous vet said she had 'some' arthritis in her back. That was two years ago. I think it has gotten much worse.
She has become a very messy eater, sometimes getting food all over her little face. Once a week or so she messes on the floor in the bathroom near her box.
B says we should just have her put down (he is not a 'cat person' nor a very sympathetic or compassionate person - he never really loved an animal).
I don't mind cleaning up after her. If she were in obvious pain or could no longer control her bowels then the decision would be easier.
But for now, she is just old and slow. She still purrs as loud as ever. She still loves to be held and will sleep all night in my arms. In my eyes I see the young Gemma. I love my little cat and will miss her when she is gone.
But I don't want her to be in pain.
So, really, how do you know when it's time?
Why does that 'Flickr' thing cut off all the heads in my pictures?? Well, okay, not all of them, but some of them. They are not that way in the pictures I uploaded. I am not THAT crappy a photographer.
So why does that thing cut off heads?
I have a question if anyone is out there. What does the '2' in a toddler size 2T mean? Does it mean anything? Is it just one less than a 3T? Or does it refer to age (as I had originally thought)?
My son is over the 100% place on all the growth charts and almost 3 years old (will be 3 in December) yet the 3T pants are too long while the 2T are about right.
What's up with that? Why am I such a complete moron that I don't know this? Are all the doctor's charts wrong? Do clothes manufacturers know ANYTHING??
Or am I just a STUPID MOTHER??
WTF???!?@?!?
I am working on a few posts and will get them up shortly. But until then I had a few pics on my camera that I wanted to upload here.
The one on the right is one of the last pictures I took before we left New Mexico. Isn't my little gardener adorable? I just love him in his little safari hat. I am surprised he kept it on this long. He really hates wearing hats.
The one on the left was taken in this crappy hotel that we are still living in. We had just gotten haircuts. E's is MUCH shorter than I told the hairdresser to cut it. I guess we should have known better than to go to a barber so close to Ft. Lewis and McChord AFB. He looks like a very young Army recruit.
Still awful cute, isn't he?
To go on a bit with the Car Rant I made earlier:
Now someone has snapped off the antenna. Now that piece of crap can not pick up radio stations unless you are parked underneath the antenna.
I think a Viking funeral is in order.
After reading this, ya've just gotta wonder, "What kind of accident did he have?"
And, most importantly of all, "What the HELL was he drinking???!!"
Okay, I was almost okay with Bennifer. It was kinda cute. It was new. It could almost be a name.
But puleeze!!
Dashmi ???!!
That's just wrong.
10 Years ago
Ten years ago I was living in Plano, TX and working for DSC Communications. I liked working there. It was a pretty good job and I lived close to one of my best friends. I miss being close to her.
5 years ago
Five years ago, I was living in Kent, WA and working for Logicon. Again I liked working there and I really liked the people that I was working with. We were a really good team. I had to travel a lot though, to places one normally would not put on one's vacation hot spot. We were living in our first house. I really liked that house and the lot was great. One thing that I loved about that place is we were right next to a holding pond. That pond always had water in it and it had many frogs living there. Their croaking every spring always made me smile. They started to make noise just as it was getting warmer. What a lovely sound.
1 year ago
One year ago I was in Tucson, AZ. We didn't really love living in AZ. It is so gawdawful HOT there. I liked my job (I was working for IBM), but I hated being a contractor.
Yesterday
Yesterday I kissed my six-figure job goodbye.
5 songs I know all the words to:
- Happy Birthday
- The Star Spangled Banner (yep, I do...I really do...)
- I Am A Rock by Simon & Garfunkle (yes I am that old)
- Beautiful Boy by John Lennon
- Pretty much every Beatles song
5 snacks:
- popcorn
- ice cream
- fresh fruit
- chips
- chocolate
5 things I'd do with $100 million:
- savings for my old age and E's college education
- buy a huge chunk of land and build my dream home
- give lots and lots to family and friends
- quit my job & live on the interest (I can live pretty frugally)
- travel
5 places I would run away to:
- Paris
- Tuscany
- A small Irish town
- Colorado Springs
- The huge chunk of land that I would buy with my $100 million
5 things I would never wear:
- a thong anything (I have spent my life pulling things out of there...why do I want a garment that is MEANT to go there)
- a bikini (put 2 rubber bands on an egg and you can picture me)
- midriff-baring anything (see bikini)
- most of the crap you see on the runways in Paris
- black leather (just not my thing...)
...I gotta lose some weight...
5 favorite TV shows:
- Monk
- ER (I guess...I like to watch it anyway)
- Jeopardy (I kick butt...)
- Antiques Roadshow
- too much crap on...
5 greatest joys:
- being a mom
- wearing something I've made
- being with my family
- my good friends
- music
5 favorite toys:
- my digital camera
- my sweater machine
- my sewing machine
- my laptop
- I need more toys...
5 people I'm taggin:
- Not taggin' anybody (nobody reads this anyway...)
I need to rant some more about finding a house, but I found this neat thing and decided to plunk it down for today's post.
Such a non-world traveler am I.
I've been to a lot of places in the US:
But not too many other places:
