Last evening, I was prouder than proud. My runt, the same runt who just a few years ago believed that working for Wal-mart or McDonalds was tops (now bigger n' better in 7th grade) has voiced his interest in being a VETERINARIAN!!! Lawdy bee, I'm so excited!
Upon some light reading, I find that even them Utah folks can sound more southern than us down here in Arkinsaw. Whodathunkit? Of course, I don't have to be drunk to say something similar. Does that qualify me as "po' white trash"?
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
Another week another dollar. And far more than a dollar's worth of aggravation from Edif (see previous post). GOD. I was called in the office yesterday so my boss could tell me I'm being a bitch. Well, no shit. If folks can get away with controllable stupidity, why can't I get away with uncontrollable bitchiness? It's a mystery to me too, sister.
Hubby's been working on the boss's new house, kitchen flooring. That's been a blessing in every sense of the word. The money sucks, I mean it's only part-time every-so-often work, but the benefits way outweigh the "OH MY GOD, I'M SORE. Please do everything for me so I can sit and whine" b.s. I have to put up with when he gets home. He's out of the house, he's busy, and not looking for something to fight about. I'll take that over money every time.
Awaiting the approval/decline from TSA for hubby to get a hazardous materials endorsement, I've been searching everything from head to toe of the internet about jobs and housing in Hot Springs. I've come up with very little. I need to find a rent house in a good school district, preferably away from the hustle and bustle of town and if possible, at a good price and one which will not turn my dog away. Must (when moving) live by the 11th commandment: Thou shalt not leave thy dog behind. These requirements have narrowed my search by large margins. I may be reduced to door-to-door begging before it's overwith.
The best part of the week is that I have a fabulous bathroom. Finally. Although I was aghast at the shower curtain the landlord bought (dolphins and the like, though it was nice of him to provide even the shower curtain in an unfurnished house) I am in love with that tiled floor, and the tiled shower, and the new walls (all flowery and shit) and best of all, my newest edition, a GORGEOUS and HUGE pedestal sink which was added today. Seriously, that thing is intimidating. Before, there was a regular sink there and because it didn't have any kind of storage cabinet under it, it was held up with - get this - two table-leg-looking posts. Seriously. I know. Hey - I live Arkansas. That should explain it, and I shall say no more about it.
Hubby's been working on the boss's new house, kitchen flooring. That's been a blessing in every sense of the word. The money sucks, I mean it's only part-time every-so-often work, but the benefits way outweigh the "OH MY GOD, I'M SORE. Please do everything for me so I can sit and whine" b.s. I have to put up with when he gets home. He's out of the house, he's busy, and not looking for something to fight about. I'll take that over money every time.
Awaiting the approval/decline from TSA for hubby to get a hazardous materials endorsement, I've been searching everything from head to toe of the internet about jobs and housing in Hot Springs. I've come up with very little. I need to find a rent house in a good school district, preferably away from the hustle and bustle of town and if possible, at a good price and one which will not turn my dog away. Must (when moving) live by the 11th commandment: Thou shalt not leave thy dog behind. These requirements have narrowed my search by large margins. I may be reduced to door-to-door begging before it's overwith.
The best part of the week is that I have a fabulous bathroom. Finally. Although I was aghast at the shower curtain the landlord bought (dolphins and the like, though it was nice of him to provide even the shower curtain in an unfurnished house) I am in love with that tiled floor, and the tiled shower, and the new walls (all flowery and shit) and best of all, my newest edition, a GORGEOUS and HUGE pedestal sink which was added today. Seriously, that thing is intimidating. Before, there was a regular sink there and because it didn't have any kind of storage cabinet under it, it was held up with - get this - two table-leg-looking posts. Seriously. I know. Hey - I live Arkansas. That should explain it, and I shall say no more about it.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Vacation!
I'm on vacation this week, and believe me it's a much needed and deserved vacation. It only took a half a day for someone at work to call me about something - I don't know what - I didn't answer the damn phone. Not that it's really a vacation. I don't plan to really go anywhere, just not going to work. My job is a constant source of joy as well as aggravation. Joy working with my patients, aggravation dealing with my employers and coworkers. I honestly don't see how my current supervisor gets to work with her shoes tied every morning. Really, it's a fucking miracle - anyone who can't correctly pronounce her own name...well, you get my drift.
Anyway, back to my vacation - it's not a complete week of vacation. Wednesday and Thursday will be spent sitting in a two-day-long seminar in a Little Rock hotel learning all about MDS as my boss wants me to have some training so I can do a higher paying job while receiving lower pay in case they ever get into a jam without an MDS Coordinator. Just call me back-up. I'd love the job, I just think I ought to get paid for it.
I suppose I sound a bit fussy - and I attribute that to the fact that I'm tired, physically and mentally, and I now have one more thing to worry about. Friday will be spent driving to Hot Springs after my runt gets out of school (first day of 7th grade!!) so we can spend the night there in a hotel and hubby will help his brother move his family into a fancy house on the lake. Why am I going? Just call me back-up. Hubby needs a ride home on Saturday.
Anywho, I get the news last night that hubby, who has been unemployed since MARCH, has been offered a job with his brother's new company driving a truck. In Hot Springs. I am beyond broke, and he wants to move. So last evening, taking all this in, I decided the best way to deal with it was to go to the Mink Eye and have the Stevetender make me a martini. And he did. And he even made me a special drink - a new one for which I was the guinea pig - a Flamingo. QUITE GOOD! My signature drink. Now, if I could only remember how he made it so I can buy all the stuff and have one every night before bed. Malibu Mango, well after that I don't remember much. Suffice it to say it was wonderful, and I'll just have to go to the Mink Eye to get another one. The evening was topped off with an argument (as all evenings are in my household) and at least an hour just laying there in bed before I drifted off.
I'm on vacation this week, and believe me it's a much needed and deserved vacation. It only took a half a day for someone at work to call me about something - I don't know what - I didn't answer the damn phone. Not that it's really a vacation. I don't plan to really go anywhere, just not going to work. My job is a constant source of joy as well as aggravation. Joy working with my patients, aggravation dealing with my employers and coworkers. I honestly don't see how my current supervisor gets to work with her shoes tied every morning. Really, it's a fucking miracle - anyone who can't correctly pronounce her own name...well, you get my drift.
Anyway, back to my vacation - it's not a complete week of vacation. Wednesday and Thursday will be spent sitting in a two-day-long seminar in a Little Rock hotel learning all about MDS as my boss wants me to have some training so I can do a higher paying job while receiving lower pay in case they ever get into a jam without an MDS Coordinator. Just call me back-up. I'd love the job, I just think I ought to get paid for it.
I suppose I sound a bit fussy - and I attribute that to the fact that I'm tired, physically and mentally, and I now have one more thing to worry about. Friday will be spent driving to Hot Springs after my runt gets out of school (first day of 7th grade!!) so we can spend the night there in a hotel and hubby will help his brother move his family into a fancy house on the lake. Why am I going? Just call me back-up. Hubby needs a ride home on Saturday.
Anywho, I get the news last night that hubby, who has been unemployed since MARCH, has been offered a job with his brother's new company driving a truck. In Hot Springs. I am beyond broke, and he wants to move. So last evening, taking all this in, I decided the best way to deal with it was to go to the Mink Eye and have the Stevetender make me a martini. And he did. And he even made me a special drink - a new one for which I was the guinea pig - a Flamingo. QUITE GOOD! My signature drink. Now, if I could only remember how he made it so I can buy all the stuff and have one every night before bed. Malibu Mango, well after that I don't remember much. Suffice it to say it was wonderful, and I'll just have to go to the Mink Eye to get another one. The evening was topped off with an argument (as all evenings are in my household) and at least an hour just laying there in bed before I drifted off.
Monday, August 08, 2005
So what's been going on lately? Well, I'll tell you.
Thursday night, I thought my runt had been kidnapped, killed, lost forever. He went out of town with his best buddy and his parents and the last thing I'd heard was that they'd had a flat and were trying to get it fixed, and calls to their cellphone went unanswered. For hours. I waited and worried until finally I called in to work for the next day and set out for Little Rock to find them, knowing they were on the side of the road somewhere stranded with a dead cellphone. Just then they answered, and all was well. Thank God.
Friday, the boys spent the night with us and we went birthday shopping for the runt. The X-box folks knew what they were doing - anyone who creates a player that's habit forming and then creates games to go with it costing $50 a pop is a genius.
Saturday, hubby, father-in-law and I went to the horse races/casino. I won $75 on the ponies, lost the $5 Harrah's sent me at the casino, and hubby won $260. I suppose we had a pretty good time because Sunday, we went back.
Our bathroom is STILL NOT FINISHED. I will be so glad to have a shower again, I think I may even do a little jig if it ever does get finished. We're just on the cusp of showerdom - the shower wall is about half tiled.
Back to work today, and next week, VACATION!!!!
Thursday night, I thought my runt had been kidnapped, killed, lost forever. He went out of town with his best buddy and his parents and the last thing I'd heard was that they'd had a flat and were trying to get it fixed, and calls to their cellphone went unanswered. For hours. I waited and worried until finally I called in to work for the next day and set out for Little Rock to find them, knowing they were on the side of the road somewhere stranded with a dead cellphone. Just then they answered, and all was well. Thank God.
Friday, the boys spent the night with us and we went birthday shopping for the runt. The X-box folks knew what they were doing - anyone who creates a player that's habit forming and then creates games to go with it costing $50 a pop is a genius.
Saturday, hubby, father-in-law and I went to the horse races/casino. I won $75 on the ponies, lost the $5 Harrah's sent me at the casino, and hubby won $260. I suppose we had a pretty good time because Sunday, we went back.
Our bathroom is STILL NOT FINISHED. I will be so glad to have a shower again, I think I may even do a little jig if it ever does get finished. We're just on the cusp of showerdom - the shower wall is about half tiled.
Back to work today, and next week, VACATION!!!!
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