Wacky weekend

This past weekend I had company... Not your normal, friends showing up company, but relatives from out of town. Which is excellent...Except they there were two rather large men coming and I have a rather small house. So to make room for everyone I got them a hotel room. Which was big, had air conditioning, and had a reasonable sized shower.

Meanwhile, back to my story... So My brother came into town on Thursday night, which was just perfect as I could pick him up from the airport and home without having to take time off work (and in my last week that just looks bad). Then we went home, after getting a little lost in San Jose because I was forced to go downtown after a brief stop at Target. I filled the living room with my princess and the pea air mattress and we were good. The next day I made him do all of the errands that I had been holding off and that night my dad came into town too. We had a wonderful sushi dinner and went to bed quite late.

On Saturday we all went (all being Mr. C, dad, bro, and myself) to Monterrey were we looked at all the really big fish in the aquarium and learned all about Jelly-fish. It was great. I love the aquarium. I love the penguins too! After a brief stop for lunch we then rented a four person bike and took off on a hair raising adventure.

What's that, never heard of a four person bike? It seats up to six in a two by to arrangement and looks like a golf cart with pedals. The biggest issue was that I was forced to steer. Normally I would be amused greatly by this but the men folk decided to make my life more interesting my going as fast as they could towards intersections where I had to fit this huge bike/surrey thing through a small opening between two metal posts... And so there I was with my feet lifted off the pedals (which were moving too fast for me to help with) and trying not to crash us into anything with a breaking lever that didn't work very well... We managed to scare a good lot of people but I can proudly say that I didn't hit anything stationary or human! Go me!

After an hour of fearing for my personal safety we returned the bike and headed back to SC for an early night and a little down time. Which was very nice. Sunday morning we headed out once more to breakfast. (There is nothing quite like Sunday brunch) and we were off to Carmel. Unfortunately so was everyone else and we hit a huge traffic jam. After a while we arrived though and had fascinating conversations about conspicuous consumption and how pretty jewelry was. Then it was back home to drop off my brother and I and dad went back to the central valley.

My bro and I then went off to a nice deli dinner and the Simpson's Movie. Ah, a weekend with family.

And now I am sitting here with two days left of this old job and I have nothing left to do. I have cleaned up all the files, I have finished everything I can and now I just have to sit here and wait...bored. Why isn't it Wednesday yet?

You know what makes me mad?

When you are asked by someone from another site to go over to their site and 'help' them move one of the tutorial rooms. Wanna know why it makes me mad? Because 'help' was code for do it all yourself. I walked into the other place right when I said I would be there... the person I was 'helping' was in the middle of a meeting. She sent me to the room to start. Start what? I wasn't actually told what we were doing. I went over to the other room. Nothing had been touched since the last time I had been there a month earlier. SO I started sorting out what was needed and what could be gotten rid of.

The other woman showed up half an hour later and said, so let me show you what we are going to do. She showed me cabinets that were full of other junk and sitting in the opposite side of the building from the room that everything was being moved into. Then she said she had some more meeting and I should just 'finish'. Finish? I can't lift and carry heavy things!!! I can't climb on chairs and tables to get stuff off walls!!! I'm frickin six months pregnant!!!

Ahem.

So I pulled down everything I could reach. Piled all the stuff that needed to be moved on the table. And sat down and waiting a while. Nothing happened for another half an hour. So I locked the door and went looking for the woman I was 'helping'. She was in another meeting. I told her there was nothing else I could do. She said, but I need you to help me decorate and such. I said: I need to get to my own office sometime today and I can't do anything else until everything is moved. She sighed and gave me a sad look. I told her I was leaving.

So, three hours later, with nothing done, I ended up back at my own desk.

The moral of the story... Don't offer to help!

What's that? You want to give me more money?

So I got a phone call from my new employer this morning. (Ok, well it was the HR guy)and
He said: I was looking at your resume and it says here you have a BA.

I said: Yes.

He said: Can you prove you have a BA?

I said: Like with my transcripts?

He said: Yes.

I said: Yes.

He said: The reason I'm asking is we give a stipend for that.

I said: Really?

He said: Yes, it's 700 bucks more.

I said: Really?

He said: Bring your transcripts with you on Monday and we'll get that settled.

I said: Definitely. I'll see you Monday.

Then what did I do? A little dance of joy!!!

Goodness gracious

So a while ago I told you all of the trials and tribulations of taking secretary tests. How I was all worried and stressed because I can't spell and did not so hot on that portion. Well... last week I received a call saying that they wanted me to come in for the third interview (because someone who can spell better than me dropped out). So on Monday, with no actual hope of getting this job, I walked back into their office and had another interview. I felt it went pretty well. But I also thought that the woman who would be my direct supervisor didn't like me. *sigh* So I wasn't holding my breath.

That was until I got a call from Ms. B saying that she had received a call from this nice lady asking all kinds of questions about me... Hmmmm.... Then my boss got one. Very interesting.

And what does this mean for our heroine? This afternoon I received a call from the HR guy offering me the job!!! I am going to be working in the same city I live in!!! I am going to be making more money!!! No more commute!!! And they already know about Melody and don't seem to be over worried about maternity leave!!! OMG!!!

I go in on Monday for finger printing and all of that goodness and then on the 2nd of Aug, I will start my new job. *sigh* Happy noises.

As always, the right thing comes along when it needs to come and never before, no matter how much I push for it.

What's going on here?

Honestly I just feel as if I should post and say nothing exciting is going on. I have a third interview on Monday (but don't hold your breath, a 5 1/2 month pregnant belly don't scream hire this girl). I haven't been laid off from my job yet (Again, to my great disappointment). I am quite ready to be doing sewing and getting ready for baby, but no, I have to keep going to a job that I am not going to have in another three months. The classes I'm signed up for don't start until September. I'm teaching a sewing weekend this weekend, next weekend is SLO and following that Mr. W will be visiting from the frozen north! See everything good is truly worth waiting for. Next week I'm going to see the OB again. And as that is always entertaining I will tell everyone about that. But until I have something worth writing...

Tah.

Mystery

Last night Chris and I went to see Transformers. It was wonderful and I highly recommend it for everyone! We locked the front door on the way out but left several of the windows open to keep the air flow moving. When we returned home several hours later we discovered that a plate of cookies (shortbread with a chocolate chip on the top) had been stripped of their chocolate chips. The cookies were all still whole and sitting exactily where we left them onthe plate in the living room. Feeling insecure both Mr. C and I looked in every possible place for a person to hide and closed and locked all the windows and doors. But it was really bizaar as there was nothing else moved, touched, or taken. I had a digital camera sitting right next to the cookies and it was just fine and Mr. C has all of his computer stuff in the living room and it wasn't touched...

So the big question is... what happened to the chocolate chips?

Nosebleeds

In the close to thirty years of my life, I have never had a nose bleed... until a few days ago. All of a sudden, I stood up and realized that there was quite a lot of snot moving out of my nose. I grabbed a tissue and swiped at it. And to my great astonishment, it was bright red. What?!?! I sat in stunned astonishment as it continued to gush for a little while and then finally slowed. All I could think of was, what would Ms. B do?

A few day later, to my shock and surprise, it happened again. But this time I had several people giving me advice (which I promptly ignored) about how to make it better.

Bloody noses.

Who would have guessed?

World, I would like you to meet...

Melody Valentine.




This one is not quite as cute, but you can totally see her mouth.




Right in the middle, that's a little foot.



I know I know, blurry images but really this is the picture with her heartbeat under it. You can also see her heart, but it's hard to see in the still shot.



Two reasons this one is wonderful... The first is it's in the new 3D imaging (which needs a little work but is quite cool) and the second would be little Melly holding up her hand as if to say "No more pictures"

It offical...

I'm having a baby girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ultrasound was on Wednesday and it was lots of fun. I couldn't sleep I was so worried/excited about it. I kept having this dream about being lost in a mall and being late to the appointment. (You were in it Wendi) But dreaming aside, Mr. C and I were there in plenty of time. We sat in the waiting room until I had to really pee and then Mr. C sat alone until I got back. After that is was a quick trip to the ultrasound room where a very nice lady squirted very warm gel on my belly and we got to have a look at little Melody for the first time. Let me tell you, she was rockin out. I truly believe that she was having some kind of dance party in there... (Just like her mommy) The technician said that it was definitely a girl (and we have the picture to prove it) and that we were right on track for our delivery date of Nov 19th.

Wait a second here...

Nov 19th? Does anyone else remember me being given the due date of Dec 3rd?

Anyway, I will be posting pictures as soon as I can (hopefully on Saturday) and then everyone can see the true beauty that is my little hairless wookie.

You wanted more pictures?

This is second day, first weekend... Doing our best to look truly confused for the crowds.


I wanted fancy pretty hair... This was the beginning of two hours. (Ok so part of it was me laying on the floor trying not to faint)


This is Ann and I at Valhalla first weekend. (We had a few extras but really it's just us) Aren't we cute sitting under the trees?

What baby...

So I managed to 'borrow' this picture of us crazy kids in Valhalla (Tahoe). I think m favorite part of it is how I have completely hidden my belly from the camera. This was not me trying to do it either...

The Bear Story

As most of you know I was up in Tahoe for two weekends recently. One of the most exciting parts of the trip was all the talk of bears. The bears just wanted your food or food smelling soaps, the bears are getting more dangerous every year, the bears are mating so stay away... Well shoot. What am I supposed to do about bears?

I pitched my tent in quiet camp (all that sleep that my little alien needs me to get) and was very happily going along in my little world of believing that there really weren't bears they were all a figment of my imagination until the second weekend on Friday night... I woke up to flashlights flickering across the walls of my tent and lots of running feet. My still groggy mind hears "We have sited the bears" And then "Don't worry, I'm armed" Armed? As in with guns? Ok now I am freaking out. The walkie-talkies are going off the people are shouting... the bears are attacking!!! And what am I freaking out about? Oh my god, they are going to shoot my air mattress!!!

Then I hear "everyone stay in your tents" as if I would have even thought about getting out. Then they would have had a clear shot at my air mattress!

After most of the excitement has calmed down a friend of mine walks up to my tent and announces himself. He comes in and calmly shows me the gun he is carrying!!! What?!?!?!

What have we learned from all this? Don't bring your favorite air mattress to campgrounds with bears.

Tah.

Best toy ever!

So I got this blood pressure monitor at home. It's portable and quite possibly the coolest toy ever!!! I have been watching as my blood pressure swings up and down through my weeks of pregnancy. The highs: 137/87 The lows:well, I don't actually know as I keep getting error messages this morning and suspect that it is too low for the monitor to find... but other that the low has been 99/77 yah, that is really low. And actually more worrying than the higher one for me as high I know what happens when it's high (headaches and such) but the low makes me dizzy and possibly fall down to get hurt. So I'm a little concerned about that. However there was a complete connection to the low blood pressure and this awful cold that I am suffering through. I hate colds on a normal day but now the only thing I can do to feel better it take Tylenol and sudifed... no NyQuil, not DayQuil, none of that. It blows and I just need to get better so I can move on and stop coughing. Stupid cold. However it makes taking my blood pressure fun and exciting!

What else is going on? Well Valhalla faire was totally fun! Four days of singing, sleeping under trees, and getting in people's way. I am exhausted but had so much fun that I can't wait until the next faire...next month so that I have a whole month to recover from this cold. Ah, life is good.

This is how we roll.

Skeeter eater

So I am standing next to my tent at Tahoe and changing out of my faire garb into street clothes... I have managed to get a tank top on and a bra (go me) and was getting another shirt to put over it when a skeeter-eater comes flying right at me... And then it dive bombed my boobs!!! It went straight down my cleavage! I then did the panic dance of trying to get it out and pulling my shirt up and sweeping my hand down. After a few seconds the little bug flys out the bottom. I swear it was smiling. I have never been felt up by a bug before.

This morning I had another visit to the doctor. They took my blood pressure (extremely high), then she pulled out a a sonogram thingy and we listened for the baby's heart beat. My little tadpole made a break for it... She had to chase after the little thing for quite a while... After finding it three times and it ran away. Finally cornered on the right side of my body I heard my little ones heart for the first time!!! The doctor said it was an active little thing. I told her it was because we had feasted on coco krispies right before I came into the appointment. Then I was sent off to get a blood draw. Yuck. Luckily they only needed a little bit and they were so busy that it took about twenty min of me sitting there for them to get to me so I had calmed down remarkably. I only feinted a little. And the big plus? I have an unltasound appointment at the end of June. I'm finally going to get to see the tiny thing and possibly find out if it is a boy or girl!!! I can't wait.

In other news my blood pressure is so very high because not only did I have the doctors appointment this morning, I have my second interview tonight. I might explode (and if 140 over 93 doesn't do it, my nerves might). But I still have to wait an hour to go to that... wish me luck. All I have to do is be friendly and hopefully I will have another interview tomorrow morning... then who knows...

Tuesday

I'm so dizzy, my head is spinning.
Like a whirlpool it never ends...

So I woke up this morning and promptly walked into two door frames and almost fell over because I was too dizzy to walk into a straight line. Gee, this is fun. Hopefully this next step of pregnancy that I have attained will pass quickly.

Other than that... nothing much is happening right now. I had a great birthday. Lots of people here, lots of food, and lots of fun presents. Turning a little older is not so bad. And now I am going to be going to Valhalla in Tahoe for the next two weekends. Hopefully I will get phone calls offering me jobs in the next week. Life is going well. I also have a Doctors appointment on Thursday... possibly to look at my little baby. How exciting.

Good. Good. Good.

Your Score: Goblin King!

You scored 92 in Labyrinth knowledge!

You know your Labyrinth knowledge... or were watching the movie while you took this test. Either way, I'm proud of you. Congrats. You are definently at the top of the totem pole. =)

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A new day dawns...

So two days ago I received a phone call from a friend asking if he could crash on my floor Wednesday night because he needed to be in Salinas on Thursday morning and he lives in Napa. Ok, no problem. I pulled out the air mattress (yah guests!) and made up a cozy little bed in the middle of the living room. Little did I realize what a red letter day Thursday would be for me...

I ended up with two job interviews today. (Yes, this from the girl who was whining about no one wanting to talk to her last week...) One called at the beginning of this week, very respectable and made the appointment ahead of time and then there was the other one... Last week I received a phone call that I didn't manage to answer in time. And since I put my phone to automatically call the house if I don't answer the cell... there was no message. It turns out that it was this really cool job I was jonesing after at the Tech museum. Well she called me while I was on my way to drop things off at one of the various sites I currently work at. I was on a stretch of highway that didn't have anywhere to pull over or off and I was singing Nine Inch Nails songs at the top of my lungs seconds before answering the phone... Do I sound like I was in a professional place? Lord knows how I even heard the phone ring, but I answered. And the nice lady on the phone told me who she was, that she wanted to schedule a phone interview with me and that my phone didn't let them talk to me last week when they tried to call. Oops! She set me up for a phone interview the next morning (?!?!?!) at 9am... and then my phone died. Yup, right in the middle of setting up a phone interview I lost signal. Why did I lose the call in the middle of San Jose? Wasn't Silicon Valley the birthplace of cell phones? What the heck??? Luckily she called back right away... none too please. I reassured her I would make sure I was in a very suitable location the next morning at 9am sharp. (gulp) She told me I had pretty much had better and the sound of her voice was one of those 'I already don't think I like you' tones. (crap)
So I worked my full day. I went home. I stayed up until 12:30a with this friend of mine who was staying overnight. I got up at 6am to deal with driving to San Jose for the phone interview because I was told that it normally takes about half an hour and a nine o'clock phone call and a ten thirty interview means I had best be in San Jose before the who thing starts. Ok no worries. I'm mostly over morning sickness... and six hours of sleep is plenty...
I make it to San Jose. I decide that the best place I know for cell phone reception and a quiet parking lot is by my work. So I drive there. Plenty of time to spare and lucky me the park that the lot is next to has public bathrooms so I can get a little more comfortable before the phone rings. Everything is in place... then then the hammering starts. (sigh) And then I remember that my work is directly under the flight pattern of San Jose International (groan). So I'm sitting in my car with the windows rolled up answering questions about why I think I'm good enough to be the director of a program. I'm sweating like a pig but every time I open the door to let the cooler air in the hammering starts or a plane flies overhead... I'm doomed.
I managed to stay very professional through the whole interview, ignoring the heat, the hammering, the airplanes, the morning sickness, the building headache, and the fact that really needed to pee again! I'm going insane!!! On a positive note I rocked the interview. I rocked in hard core and I didn't have to use the words 'I'm awesome' even once. I am getting set up for another interview next week and I'll let you all know what happens then...
The second interview... I was running late, my head was pounding, I re-read the job description sheet and discovered I didn't want this job. It would be like stepping sideways instead of up the job ladder. So I was excited about the phone interview and feeling like crap and running late since the half hour phone interview ended up being more like and hour and a half (go me). I get there right on time and manage to be civilized through the interview but didn't try. I didn't impress them (mostly because all I wanted to do was get a big drink and take some drugs) and didn't attempt to. They told me they would get back to me...yah right.
Then I got to work.
But not until after I got to experience the utter humiliation of having to pull off the 101 freeway and puke in the bushes. Gee, I bet that was a great sight for those rush hour commuters... Ended up being a little late for work since I stopped to get food, drink, and drugs into my system. And then I gave it an hour and still felt like butt so I came home. And that's where I am now. Crossing my fingers and toes that one of these nice jobs is offered to me so I can be paid something much closer to what my degree and myself are worth. And feeling much better. It's a wonder what three hours of sleep will do for a person...
oh yes, and mom, I just got your package from UPS...He scared the bejezus out of me, but I got it.
And now I am headed back to bed. I need more sleep. And Pirates opens tonight....

"Because I'm awesome"

I had an interview yesterday for a job I would really like to get. I got the call for the interview the day before and it caught me off guard. However I rallied my spirits, pulled out my resume and typed up some references. Then the hard part began. I didn't have anything to wear. Normally I would have a day or so to go shopping an get the last second items, like maternity 'nice' clothing. However I had to make due with what happened to be in my closet. Lucky me I don't get rid of things quickly and I still had a nice size 16 skirt and my shirts still fit pretty well. OK clothing down... resume down... directions... quick check of map quest... down. Life is good. I really want this job. I leave home early to make sure I have lots of time. I left home too early and arrived 45 min early. No worries I drove to McDonald's to go pee and calm my nerves with a fruit and walnut salad... Ok so really I ate several slices of apple and a few grapes and threw away the rest. Then it was time for action.

I drove back all prepared. I was going to be the best darned candidate ever. I arrived early, chatted up the secretary, met the people giving the interview... discovered that two inch heels were a bad idea as both of them were no taller than 5'4 but, meh, you sit in interviews...right? Questions and descriptions flying back and forth... So, you live in Santa Cruz, how is the commute? I just got a new car and I love to drive... How do you deal with loads of paperwork? I am used to it, keeping records and following up on clients... Yah me, I'm being so professional. I answer things, have my hands on full view on the table, look them in the eye, life is good. Then come the question. I don't quite know what came over me. It was a bit like channeling my best friend.

He said: Why should we hire you above anyone else?

I said: Because I'm awesome.

That's right. I said I was awesome. Of course then I qualified the answer with something a little more standard... I'm dependable blah, blah, blah...

I'm awesome?!?!

They seemed to really like me. I asked them to call my current boss for a reference along with my other references and even fessed up to being pregnant to which they responded with they were both parents. I feel good about this. But you never know. I would really like this job. It would be challenging and require actual thinking skills. (Something I haven't had to do at work in quite some time) They said they would let me know in about two weeks. So keep your fingers crossed. I have other interviews this week, however. So good mojo and everything thinking at me... not saying you are awesome to potential employers might be a good idea.

PS my entire current office thinks it's completely amusing that I said this. My current boss started laughing and said she could totally see me doing that. Oh good.

Tah.

Dreams

Ok, so apparently pregnancy dreams are really odd and I would have to agree. Last night I dreamed I was getting a job as a counselor at a group home that was in a giant Victorian house that was falling down and run by nuns. I got the job along with my brother and we were making the run down Victorian all pretty again. I was calling the hardware store and getting price quotes but no one wanted to help. The I went out walking and some punk kid was throwing dirt at me and I told him to knock it off but he threw a tomato and it hit my jacket. So I ran up and popped him in the nose. A little while later the sheriff came to arrest me for assault but I told him that the kid started it and I was only 17 so he couldn't take me to jail.

So odd.

Why I don't give blood

So I went to the doctor and she was quite nice. She told me not to worry about anything and laughed at my minor heart murmur. However she did say she would keep an eye on it and if it got any worse then I would get an EKG (How exciting!!!) She sent me off with another appointment for the end of may, a note saying I can go to the dentist, and a piece of paper saying that I needed to get blood tests. Go me for being healthy!!! I also go weighed (which I had been dreading) and I have gained a whopping... 2 pounds. Eating what ever I want all the time seems to be agreeing with me. Ok, it's not whatever I want, I have been keeping (slightly) to the diet I was on before just adding lots more.

Meanwhile I still had to give blood. *sigh* So I went to my regular doctors office where they have a lab. I ate before I went but was still nervous and feeling morning sick. I got called back and told the nurse that I always feinted. (yup, I'm a baby, what can I say?) She had me lay down and pulled out three viles. (THREE?!?!?!) And sure enough I was out as soon as my body registered the loss. And when I woke up, I was told that I managed to pass out and throw up at the same time. Go me! I'm like a double threat. The positive side is that I don't have to do it again for another month... the negative side, I have to do it again.

Otherwise... according to the baby calender, I am somewhere between 11 1/2 and 13 1/2weeks (yeah, that will teach me to not pay attention) and my little tadpole is the size of a plum or so. It has all of it's functions like feeling in it's fingers and taste... So weird.

And now I am looking for food before I get all nasty feeling.

A little Seattle

Right next to the hotel... the faboo Pink Elephant car wash. Who knew?


Ms S in a hole. Ah, the things you can get your friends to do!


If you stood on a chair and leaned, this is what we saw from the hotel.


Ms S and me, look, we're veggies!!!


The space needle. It's hard to believe we went all the way up there!


Mr. C taking in the sights from the top of the space needle.



This is Mr C and Ms. S looking tired early in the morning at Pike's Market.

Walking

Yesterday I went to McDonald's to get the office lunch. I was feeling not so wonderful so I decided to walk and hoped that would make me feel better. While I was walking back with tons of food I realized something. I was really glad that I am only showing a little, because 30 chicken McNuggets, two double cheese burgers, three medium fries and two sodas look like a lot of food, even for a pregnant girl.

And now I am off to my first Dr. visit about the baby. I get to see it's little body today!!! And hopefully, I will be able to make everyone else look at it soon too!!!

Tah.

Oh those wacky insurence people

So I have been going to the doctor a lot recently. *no big shocker there* and for some reason the Dr. office keeps billing my old insurance (Like from 2005) instead of my new one. Keeping in mind that I do have the same carrier, just a different number and better benefits. Ok, so yesterday I received bills from the lab and from the office. Annoying, but understandable. And today I called the insurance people to tell them to please re-process the claims according to the new account number since the Dr. office seems to have forgotten I gave it to them a while ago. I am wondering, however, what the insurance guy was thinking... I have the same name, the same birthday and strangely enough the same social security number as...myself. Why was this so hard? And to make matters worse, I made sure the Dr. office had all the new info when I went in two weeks ago and they still have sent it to the wrong account! I feel a long and arduous headache coming on....

Enough of my ranting. I am in a good mood. My mother in law sent me a huge box of baby stuff ( a Little weird since we still have seven months to go, but I'm in). So now I have lots of little onesies, some burp cloths, a blanket, a rattle, some booties, and itty-bitty little baby bunny slippers. Possibly the cutest thing in the whole wide world!!! Wheeeeee!

And now I need to eat something or my morning will not be so nice. What a day and it's not even 10am yet.

Cheers!

Back to the beginning

Seattle.

Vacation.

Sleep.

Fun.

All of those wonderful things. Our vacation was wonderful. I even managed to take pictures. (Of course everyone will have to wait to see them as I have to get them developed and we all know that will take me a while.) We went to the top of the space needle, we did the underground tour, we walked around Pike's market, we took a ferry across the sound. It was all lots of fun. I highly recommend vacation to everyone.

Now if only I could feel the need to go back to work...


Tah.

This week in the news

This has been quite a week here in SC. I don't actually know where to start. (Don't be a smart-Alec and say at the beginning either) So here it is...

I'm pregnant!
That's right. The past four weeks of feeling like butt and thinking i was dying of the flu was just my body trying to tell me that I was growing a little tadpole of my very own. The whole story: I have been feeling awful for the past month, fever, upset stomach, dizzy when I walk for a long time, and very tired. I thought, flu. And hoped that it would end soon. Then I went to the Dr's to get a girly check up. They asked me a very logical question... Could you be pregnant? I said well, it's possible but unlikely. And this got me thinking. Thinking so much that by the time I was heading off to work on Monday I stopped off at the drug store and bought a test.

Now these little tests should (according to the instructions) take about a min to tell you the results... Yah, didn't work that way. It took about thirty seconds for that bold little cross to come out and shine brightly. Needless to say I was a little shocked. So I called my Dr and scheduled an appointment for the next day. And (making Mr. C come with me) we braved the Dr. office and it was confirmed. My little tadpole should make it's appearance right around Dec 2nd. (Much to Ms. B's glee)

So there you have it. The first good thing from this week.

The second? Well, I got a call from the entertainment director of Northern faire and she told me that I have a well!!! My guild is going to have a place and we are getting a stipend so my pregnant butt will have food and water for everyone!!! Yahoo!!!

This week rocks and in three day it will get even better as we are off on vacation for our 2nd anniversary. Seattle, here we come... all three of us. *grin*

Wow, I have to go and be sick now, but thanks for listening. I'll keep everyone posted as the weeks go on...

Tah.

Pain is being a girl

Continuing the theory of this being my 'girly' year I have yet again attempted another 'girly' thing. This time it was... leg waxing. Now for those of you who have never attempted this bit of torture here is the deal. You grow your leg hair out for about a week (until it is long enough for the wax to stick to it) and then you pay someone to rip it out of your legs. Sound like fun? Well here is the whole story.

Two weeks ago Ms. B and I were getting a pedicure (yes, I got another one even though it tickles so much) and we were talking about other things that the salon we go to does. Ms. B was particularly fond of the leg waxing, I'm not exactly sure why you will have to ask her. So after a week of thinking about it I decided that it might not be so bad. We made a pact the following weekend not to shave and we would meet in one week to have the ladies take it off for us.

A week is a long time for a person who has been shaving most of their lives to not shave. I kept thinking how itchy and nasty my leg hair was and it was driving me crazy. So when Thursday finally rolled around and we were making plans to go and get rid of it all on Friday morning I was very pleased. But also nervous as I can vividly remember the last band aid I had to take off a hairy part of my body.

In getting myself psyched up for this adventure I told my co-workers about the whole thing. They demanded to see what a weeks worth of growth looks like on me. And then they promptly made fun of me. Apparently I am not hairy enough. In fact one of my co-workers even went as far as to say that there would not be enough hair and they wouldn't do it. I was in shock! Not enough!!! I looked like an orangutan!!! However I will note here that for some reason the hair on my thighs does not grow. I didn't shave it at all either but it is still very short and almost non-existent. Genetics are weird. But I am getting off topic...

We showed up at the salon at 9:30 this morning with our hairy legs and the expectation of pain. We were shown into the back room where both Ms. B and I were asked to take off our pants and lay down. Ms. B was saying how hairy she was and put me quite to shame for I was, indeed, quite hairless compared to her. (For those of you who know the saga of being an honorary Armenian, this is just proof the I will never really be one.) Then the fun began. Scaling wax followed by a blissful moment of peace and then rrriiiiippppp! Ouch!!! OK this is not my kind of torture. And what makes it worse it hurts more the longer it goes. The ladies were talking in their language to each other and Ms. B and I were expounding on the pain we were inflicting on ourselves.

The positive... it only takes a little while. Fifteen min of pain vs. two weeks of shaving. I don't know. I still have to do touch-ups and as my legs still hurt I need to wait to see if I am going to have a bad reaction to this (I seem to have bad skin reactions to chemicals and stress on my skin). The negative... pain! And it kinda costs a lot to inflict torture on yourself.

Perhaps the next 'girly' adventure will have to be a little less painful.

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This is me, using valuable work time to write in my blog because the internet at home still isn't up. (I might be lying about that, and I'll find out when I get home) And what is so important that I write it up? Well... nothing really. I ahve just been lonely for my blog. *sigh*

So last weekend we went to the SPCA. It's the first I have ever been allowed to go to. And looked at all the dogs. There was this adorable little dashound... she was all whiney and cute at me. She stopped whining the moment I picked her up. So cute. Unfortunately, she was also eleven. And as much as I loved her, I can't have a dog that old. I don't have the time to devote or the money to cover medical costs that she would probably start having in the next few years. Mr. C found a dog that he really liked. We took him for a walk and got to know him a little bit. Then we filled out an application and the lady said that we needed to bring in a copy of the lease and get a note from our landlord saying a dog was fine by him. So, hopefully, we will have this paper in hot little hands soon and be able to go and actually take one of these awesome puppies home.
Wanna see for yourself?

http://www.santacruzspca.org/documents/dogs.html
Other than that... I'm still looking for a new job. I'll take almost anything as long as it pays at least 18 an hour with prospects of more. We go on vacation in two weeks which reminds me I need to get film and such for that and not much else.

I'll write when I get work.

Tah.

Sorry everyone

The whole moving thing has made it so that I don't have Internet at home yet. And being as that is where I would normally write these posts... I haven't been able too. And while I would love to write a big long post now... Alas, I am currently at work and have to drive to another site right now.

But never fear, I will have Internet at home next week. Or so the lovely people at Cruzio say. So until then, I hope you find another blog to keep you entertained.

Tah.

Thursday night

You know what's fun... playing with a Ouija board in the middle of the night with your best friend. That's what's fun. Especially when it talks back...

"And the spirits told me to talk to them on a Ouija board made by paaaaaarker brothers...."

Pictures from Calavares

And then the three war leaders got together and decided...


Never try to take my stuff... Even if I stole it in the first place.


Now it's time to play the game of... who's hat is she wearing now? I managed to steal seven different hats this past weekend and happen to be wearing a diffeent one in every single one of these pictures. *grin*
It's the sign of a very good weekend!


This is the last time they will ever let me use the pistol...

Wonderful weekends

It all started with a speeding ticket. I wasn't going as fast as he said I was. And then he laughed when I asked how fast he thought I was going. So I am going to contest it. However it was an interesting start... Ms. B and I decided the next cop to pull us over was going to get Thelma and Louise action. And then things got really fun. We drove to Angel's camp. A trailer full of fun!!! The weekend rocked, there was singing, dancing, goofing off and I got to be the center of a fight!!! Yah stage fighting... I even got to clothesline a guy and give him the people's elbow!!! I love this. I can't wait until June when I get more... It's like crack but not.

I am sunburned, tired, I hurt my knee, and I need food but wow, what a wonderful weekend.

The morning it all begins again

(Kinda cryptic, don't you think?)

I am referring to the faire season. Tonight I am driving up to Angels Camp to start the whole cycle all over again. And I'm very excited. Now, no one should forget that Angel's camp was the one where we got snowed in last year. I came home ranting and raving about a blizzard. But this year the weather guy says it's supped to be in the 70's. I'm very excited. Especially since Ms. B will be coming up with me!!!! It's gonna be fun, it's gonna be great, it's gonna be... unexpected.

In other news, Mr. C and I leave on vacation in just over a month (yah!!) and we are moving next weekend (double yah!!!). And the big news... I have lost 20 pounds!!! Yesterday I wore a pair of jeans that I bought over two years ago and were too small then. I can wear them (just barely) now!!! They should fit better and better as I go down the other 18 pounds. It really was more fun to put on the weight, but it's great fun to wear new clothes.

I think that's all the excitement a girl can stand at seven in the morning. I still need to pack for today and find some bedding (that I haven't packed...)

Tah!

Updating...

This past weekend I accomplished... boxes for moving (t-minus two weeks and counting) cleaned out lots of trash from the garden room (and other rooms, but mostly there), sorted out costumes between what I am going to keep and what needs to be donated to the guild, made about five garbage bags full of stuff to donate to goodwill, made a run to the dump to get rid of the car load of stuff from the garden room, filled the car with books that I am going to take downtown to Logo's and try to get them to take from me (about 10 paper bags full), cleaned out the top of my closet and cleaned out all the 'fancy' glassware from the other closet to get ready for packing, not to mention actually packing all the videos, DVDs and things (candles and pictures and such) from the living room. Wow, all that and I still have a really long way to go. But you know what, I love moving!!!

I also have a job interview tomorrow. I'm not going to say much about it until after I go so as I don't get over-excited.

Right now I need to get off the computer and start moving so I can deal with all the stops I have to make this morning...(Logo's, LA weight loss, Suncoast, and then work)

Happy, happy, happy, happy...

Tah.

What does this look like to you?

The new place

It's so pretty.


Itty-bitty shower!!!


Wood burning stove...so nice!!!



Kitchen-y goodness.


Our new bedroom with beautiful built in shelving.

Moving!!!

That's right, we are moving!!! It's so wonderful I can't even put it into words. It's not far from here...up in the SC mountains. I'm moving to Bonny Doon!!! It's the cutest little cabin, one bedroom and a huge kitchen. There is a wood burning stove and a hammock! I might explode with happiness. We are going up tonight to sign the lease and everything. I'll take pictures and post them as soon as I can. Did I mention it was built in the 1800's and was the original Bonny Doon post office? So wonderful!!!

Driving home in the....snow???

That's right tonight I got a call from my boss saying that it was snowing on the summit of 17 and that if I expected to go home tonight I had better get my butt in gear. So I took off... And reached the summit thinking to myself... That's not snow, it's just raining. Then the 'rain' started making splotches on the windshield and coming in completely sideways... hmmm, not rain anymore. Wheeee! I had a snow day! And if it continues like this, I will have a snow day from work tomorrow!!! Awesome!!!

There is lots going on right now... Including the very real possibility of a move to a cute little cottage in the hills. I will keep everyone posted as the news becomes more solid.

For now, stay warm!

Tah.

Headache

I woke up with a migraine. It's raining. I'm still going to class and work. I think this picture sums up exactly how I feel this morning.

Wednesday afternoon blues

I am at home in the middle of the day on a Wednesday. Why, you might ask... well... I had to finish a project for my photo class and the lab hours at 11:15 - 6. Well, obviously if I am going to finish my project I can't be in the lab and at work... So here I sit. My project was frustrating, long, and generally pissed me off. However, it is done and I don't have to do it again... I hope. I did score lots of points with the professor from my class by cleaning up after other students though. (Heh, little does she realize half my life is cleaning up after other kids.) I smell like chemicals, had lunch but ate too much and now I am sitting at home thinking I could go to work for a few hours... But don't want to. I am still on standby for jury duty too. *grin* What a world.

None of this explains why I keep putting Jagers up on my blog, does it? Well, if you have to ask... then I feel sorry for you. They are just so cute!!! And funny! I just want to hug them all!!! *sigh*

Yah, I'm back. Got a little smoochy there for a moment. I'll be over it one day. But until then... I'm going to bed where it is warm.

Tah.

Jager moment

Horoscope for 2/16

The strangest things pop out of your mouth when you're not thinking. And in this instance, it totally works for you. You manage to say just the thing that needed to be said, even though it's completely unexpected.

The names have been changed to protect the innocent

For those of you who have been dying to know what I did that was so cool for v-day... I have offically changed my name. I am no longer just S... I have added the R. So now I am Mrs. R. Oh, so cool.

Other cool things, Mr. C gave me pearls. So pretty. I'm all growed up! *sigh* I really am feeling the love.

I am also trying to type this on my lap while doing three other things, so I will be back later...

Tah.

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Normally this holiday doesn't evoke any happy in me. I have sort of just let it go in the past without a second thought. But this year...oh the sweet smell of love is in the air! You wanna know why? Because I have some of the best friends in the world. I keep getting emails and text messages and phone calls from all kinds of people wishing me a happy V-day. And, of course, this puts me in the right mood too. Along with that, I am sure I have a kick-butt v-day gift for my hubby and have been getting cards in the mail from all kinds of people. I am feeling the love. And passing it on... I went to Target yesterday and got lots of candy and little bags for the kids at the shelter. So, even though all of the tutors have called or emailed and said they are not coming in tonight, I will still be in the spirit of things with candy.

Know what else is glorious? I developed film this morning! It's like magic. I poured chemicals into a little container and shook it up... I messed around with raw film in a little closet... I got my lesson from the professor without the rest of the class because I asked... Oh, it was good. And now I have developed negatives to show for it. What a beautiful morning. There was a really funny moment when I did something and a big change occurred to me. (Yes, I am being deliberately cryptic, I can't explain this until after tonight as is has to do with a V-day surprise for Mr. C)

And the sun is out.
(That's kinda like saying and a bag of chips)

I hope everyone else is having a wonderful day.

Make up

To make up for my totally crappy week, the universe has put fourth an extremely wonderful past weekend. Not only did I get to go shopping with my best friend and my housemate, I also got to game with my hubby (and what a game it was) and go see lots of people I like at a symposium. I also saw Pan's Labyrinth. Ohhh, where to start...

Friday night: Pan's Labyrinth. It was dark and stormy... the perfect night for a movie. And it was a very good movie. I was a little worried walking in because usually, if everyone likes a movie, I hate it. Not the case here. My biggest issue was the violence. It was pretty violent. (Not that I am saying too violent or that it was misplaced violence, I was just not prepared for it and had to continuously hide my eyes during certain scenes.) But I loved it. I could never tell who to trust and all of the action spiraled and I never knew what was going to happen next. Truly wonderful!!!

Saturday: Lots of ren faire symposium action. It was lots of fun seeing people I don't see too often and it was also great fun to realize that I know enough that the classes were boring. And that's a good thing. I was feeling like I didn't know anything and now I have this little ego boost. *grin* I am all set to start on two new costumes for this up coming year... I got lots of ego stroking and lovin from friends, (in relating this day to friends I was told it was because in the high school of ren faire I happen to be in the popular crowd)and I am quite pleased by the entire thing. Yah!!!

Sunday: Shoppies!!! I got to go out with two of the coolest people ever and shop. How could the world be more perfect? Oh, by letting me buy a pair of pin stripped pants with suspenders? Yep, that works. They are totally 1940's glam girl pants and not only do they fit and look good, they are exactly what I was explaining to Ms. N about 20 min before I found them. *sigh* true love. Then It was off to a LARP. Yes, I know I haven't gamed in a while and most of you were hoping that I was over this little phase in my life, but I had lots of fun. I got to be an Eshu in a Garu game. *gaming love*

So now it is Monday. I am dealing with my hubbies v-day gift. Oh, I am soooo good. Tonight I don't get to come home as I have a meeting to morrow morning at 7:45a and am spending the night in SJ with a co-worker. Hopefully I can convince some nice friend of mine to go out to dinner with me....

So the month is looking up and I am off to my weight check. See you in the funny papers...

Tah.

Photography and me

Today was the first day of my photography class. It was great. I have no idea what I am doing, I don't own a camera (the kind I need) and I had to speak with the professor about the fact that I am going to be missing classes for the next two weeks. But she commended me on being so 'adult' and telling her about it. She then made arrangements to give me a private lesson to cover the things I was going to miss. I like the whole being an adult thing. It allows me to continue having fun while still letting me do my job. Life is looking up. Yah photography.

Astrology on a Sunday Monring

Even though you love them all dearly, you are a bit out of sync with the members of your family right now. Don't be surprised if you have a hard time communicating with them. Saying what you truly want may feel difficult, but is that a difficulty you're imposing upon yourself? Today, just speak from the heart. You may be surprised at how warmly you are received. Have you been underestimating your relatives? Expect the best, and you'll often get it.

Hummm. Well, it has the unfortunate ring of truth to it. I did something pretty stupid that I now have to admit to and talk about. And in return I now get to drag other people down into it with me. Thankfully, they are people who love me and will hopefully forgive me in time. Unfortunately, it is not a quick fix. I hate it. I hate not knowing what to do to make everything better. Especially if it's all my fault to begin with. And there it is. And now I've said it. And now I have to wait. I'm an idiot.

More dreaming

Happy Feb!

I don't know why I have been having all of these weird dreams lately. The one this morning involved a train ride to Seattle and an Indian (From India) wedding in a movie theater. Yah, I have no idea either. Perhaps it's my mind telling me I am going insane. (I was going to say slowly insane but with these kind of dreams night after night...)

In other news I took Isabella in for her 20,000 mile check up. (Technically it was her 23,500 mile check up, but close enough) I was told I was doing a great job. My breaks are fine, my fluids are fine, they rotated her tires and checked the battery. No issues at all. The best moment was when that lady ringing me up looked at the purchase date then at the mileage and said "You sure do drive a lot". Heh. 23,500 in nine months. I'm trying for 30,000 in one year. That would put me at half the mileage I'm allowed in 5 years all in one. I can probably hit over 100,000 by the time I am supposed to turn her in. Won't that be fun? It's a good thing I'm buying her.

In other news... That stupid groundhog didn't see his shadow. Early spring, if you believe in German tradition. Just what we need. Hopefully that will mean some rain. It's getting petty dry out there.

Upcoming events: I get to go to Costco tonight. I love Costco. This weekend is all about taking people out to breakfast, lunch, and dinner. (It's three different people in one day) and relaxing all day Sunday. I have to start dreaming up new clothing for renn faires and deal with new cell phone laws... but Sunday is for nothing at all.

Tah.

Free tickets are worth what you pay

I don't think I need to go into great detail about to which performance I am referring to. But I will anyway. Camelot... All the hype, none of the hot pink stretch velvet, over acting, and not quite on key singing. (Well, OK there was all of that and more) Oh, and did I forget the lame (pretend there is an accent there). Ah, but with Ms. B by my side... a stunning romp through downtown SJ looking for a parking garage, and a midnight drive over 17... How could I be upset. Really. I'm not. Those parts were great. Now if only someone would get this poor company a better costumer... and perhaps a voice coach... and while I'm at it, acting lessons. Then i whole heartedly recommend this production.

Otherwise, it was almost worth the $5.50 we spent on parking. Almost.

And now I will quote my favorite part "one spawkwing dwap". That's right folks... The final sentence, the culmination of all of the efforts of that night and he suddenly developed a lisp. *sigh* I love the theater.

What? What's that?

Guess who weighed in yesterday and not only has lots 11 lbs but was also measured and seems to have basically lost 2 inches off all of the her body? Could it be me? I think it is!!!!!!!! Ahem, I am getting off my little happy high horse. (Although not really, I'm just changing topics)

So, taking a page from Ms. B's book... I have declared 2007 to year of being girly. I'm off to a good start with pedicures, fake nails, buying all the 'beauty aids' at longs including but not limited to: Face exfoliates, hair oils, lotions, creams, and other smelly yet functional products. I also bought a dress. It's all ruffles and pink plaid and cute. I can't wait until the weather gets warmer and I can wear it. The whole diet thing is part of my girly year. (Ms. B. informed me last night that my 'girly' parts were shrinking because of the diet and that made me less of a girl and not more) Now don't take this the wrong way... It's not the dieting that makes me girly. It's feeling more feminine because I like the way I am looking that makes it girly. (Because otherwise, Ms. B is quite correct. My 'girly' parts have shrunk about 2 inches as well, thus making me less of a woman.) And hat's where I am standing. Right next to a cliff, where I always am, but this time I am following the willow-the-whisp away from the chasm instead of over it.

I need to go to work now... Or possibly the gym.

Oh, but wait. Tonight is opening night of Camelot in San Jose and guess who got free tickets?!?! That's right, me! So, if I can get my boss to let me out of work an hour early, I'm so there. I'm very excited about it. Tonight opens up a US tour for the company so it will most likely be very good. And I got Ms. B to agree to go with me. *cheers*

Tah.

Dreaming

I woke up very early this morning because of a very disterbing dream. I was riding a bus to go home... (I don't know why I wasn't driving.) Then I decided I needed to stop at this really big shopping mall to pick up something on my way home. So I looked around for the bus stop indicator thingie... I couldn't find it. But someone else wanted off too and so we stopped anyway. I got off the bus and walked into the mall. Immeadately I saw a lady, who looked like a store employee, telling a family they needed to go back inside the shop because of some mix-up or something. I kept walking, but the store employee followed me and was making conversation with me. After a while she left and I decided I needed to call someone and tell them where I was. I reached down to my purse and discovered that it was open and someone had stolen my wallet and phone! The really wierd part was that my money was still there. I twas lose in the purse. I started to panic in the dream and woke up.

And that's where I am.

Happy Saturday.

Jury Summons

It took them almost 19 years to figure out that I was alive... and what do I have to show for it? I have jury duty. Normally I would be completely amused by this. But unfortunately, the date of my summons happens to be on a day that I have a party planned at work for the kids. And not just any party, a Pirates of the Caribbean party! Aaaarrrrggggg! (Literally!) Oh well, let's hope they don't need me.

*cheers*

What's that, I've lost ten pounds? That's right kids. I went to my weigh in yesterday and that's where I'm sitting. And I finally had someone notice. He said: You look different. I smiled. He said: It's not your hair or your make-up. I said: Could it be I'm missing ten pounds? He laughed and said: Yes, I think that is it.

I can't wait for other people to see me.

*yah*

Muhahahahha

Today I was holding a sewing group. It went really well. All the girls there now have several pairs of bloomers and we are off and running for a really great season. But the best part of my day came after this who sewing extravaganza...

Ms. B and I went to eat at the Olive Garden. It was very full, as it was a Saturday night. We were walking up to get on the list when who should we discover walking just behind us...? But Sheena of the wild forest dwellers! I don't even know how to describe this bit of awful dressing... She was wearing a mini-skirt and uggs along with extremely teased hair in a half pony with wild dark eye make-up. Perhaps she had just escaped from thunderdome? Then, to make the night even better... we watched a guy palm some money over to the seating guy to sit down sooner! At the Olive garden? What did he do, slip him a 20? How ghetto!!!!

Yah, today was very good.

Saturday Morning

It's cold. It's foggy. It's 7 friggin Am on a Saturday. Why am I awake? Oh yah, I'm running a sewing workshop in Fremont today at 11.

Happy is karaoke night at the gym. Even if it was only Karaoke night for me and Ms. B. We went, we sang, it was great. We also entertained several people on the road to our stunning rendition of "La Disko". Oh yes, if you didn't see it, consider yourself unlucky. (I'm sure the people in the blue car next to us were quite pleased.)

So I am right smack in the middle of a girly phase. This means that I have gotten my nails done (as posted before) and bought skirts and am doing all of those lotion/scrub stuff when bathing. I don't know why I go through these phases every once in a while. (As most of you know, I'm kind of a Tomboy) But there you have it. Somehow I don't think it will kill me, but it might confuse the natives. *grin*

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

You are The Magician

Skill, wisdom, adaptation. Craft, cunning, depending on dignity.

Eleoquent and charismatic both verbally and in writing,
you are clever, witty, inventive and persuasive.

The Magician is the male power of creation, creation by willpower and desire. In that ancient sense, it is the ability to make things so just by speaking them aloud. Reflecting this is the fact that the Magician is represented by Mercury. He represents the gift of tongues, a smooth talker, a salesman. Also clever with the slight of hand and a medicine man - either a real doctor or someone trying to sell you snake oil.

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Mimosa Monday

What could be better than a day off of work? Spending it drinking mimosas and sewing with your best friend. Ah, what a wonderful day. There was a weigh in involved and it was less than I thought it was going to be, there was a trip to Goodwill where several bags of clothing were released from my possession and there was madori along with the mimosas... Three aprons and a pattern for a chemise were managed along with watch such faboo flix as "Viva Rock Vegas" (yes, the Flintstones 3rd movie) and all of the Back to the future movies in a row. I love holidays. I love my friends. Life is good.

Currently there is a running question of what to call the guild I find myself helping run. There are several choices on the table. But I believe there are two that have made the final cut. Are you ready for them? We shall either be the Guild of St. Minerva or St. Genevieve. ( I was pushing for Bunnifort, but I shouldn't push all of my personal weirdness on anyone else. Oh, never heard of Bunnifort? Possibly because she is my own personal saint. The saint of stupid ideas and Rabbits. Both of which are dear to me.) Hopefully this whole thing will be cleared up this week and we will have it all down and ready to go. I'm thinking T-shirts....

I love everyone right now.

Goodnight.

Fast forward

Have you ever gone to a job interview or sat around with friends as they ask you the dreaded question... "So, where do you see yourself in five years?" I hate this question. And I am sure my answer always reflects that I hate it, even if I try to hide my disdain. I was thinking about why I hate this question, and the truth is, because I don't have any freaking clue where I want to be in five years. If I knew the answer to that question, I wouldn't be sitting through stupid interviews for jobs which I don't think I really want anyway!! *Sigh* I think I want to get my MSW and work for CPS. But then I realize what all of that is going to mean... Two years of grad school that I don't have a clue how I am going to pay for or even if they will let me in. Then I think well, I don't want to stay in my current job, not because I don't like it, but because it's not going to change or take me up the ladder of success any time soon. But then I have moments where I think about this cool program at the local JC where I could learn field research techniques and do Archaeology for the state. It wouldn't cost half as much as an MSW but would be very interesting and keep me occupied until I was ready for grad school. If I really wanted to go... If I really want an MSW... If, if, if...

I need a sign boys and girls. A sign of biblical proportions that will tell me what to do. I need a friggin burning bush or a dream about an ark. Maybe a crystal ball with my future inside. I only need a glimpse of five years from now. A little fast forward into the future. I'm not asking for stock prices or anything, just a little help figuring out the next few years.

A normal life

What to write... what to write...

Sadly, nothing much is going on. I have a cold that I am hoping will stop existing by sheer will power. Work is going on much like it always does. Except today I am going to have to face the inevitable... I have to deal with the kid's library. I have been avoiding it for almost a year now and it always comes back to haunt me. So I am taking the head on approach and will start actually working on it... today. *sigh*

There has been lots of fun emailing at work. Bless all of my friends who think I need distraction during my work day!!! (Because I do!!) And by the way, does anyone need play-doh? I have a lot and for some reason all of the parents have so politely refused it. (Gee, I wonder why?? *snicker*)

I am currently researching Spanish costuming of the Elizabethan Era. I just got the coolest re-print of a tailors book from the correct time period. It's all in Spanish and translated so nicely. The only problem I'm having with it...patterns but no pictures of the garments. In fact I am having all kinds of difficulties in finding info. (Not that I have been searching for very long) So, if anyone is reading this and is an expert on Spanish costuming and knows links... I need help. Lots of help.

And now I am going to take my sneezing self to the gym.

Tah.

How to feel like a girl 101

This weekend was a remarkable one. I did something I have never done before. I walked into a nail shop and got a pedicure and a fill on my nails. The fill I've done... But the pedicure... It was really kinda nice. There was all kinds of primping and being girly involved. It would have been completely wonderful if the pumicing had not made me almost squeal out of pure ticklishness. I had them paint my toe nails black. So with the pale skin on my feet and black nails... It's a huge contrast. I love it! My nails are looking a lot better. Or at least, not like zombie nails that are half falling off. I also got rhinestones on them. I love rhinestones. They sparkle and look so nice.

It really is pretty wonderful being easily amused.

What else have I been up to? Not much. I went out Ms. S's house on Friday with Ms. B. It was a nice quite dinner with lots of picking on everyone. (Including myself) Very nice and then On Saturday I went out with Mr. C (After the time at the manicure place) and saw Happily Never After. It's not really good. I don't recommend it. Possibly a netflix movie. But, eh. And then I got sushi!!!!! SUSHI!!!!!! I love sushi!!!! Plus Ms. B, Ms. R and Mr. C were there and having good company with dinner is quite wonderful. I support weekends like this one. They are definitely double plus good.

However, my nose is stuffed, my head hurts, I think I have finally gotten Mr. C's illness. I don't have time to be sick. So, I won't be. Ha! That'll teach it!

I'm going to get weighed now. Oh yah, as of last week, 8 lbs. And I'm still wondering where it all went. If you see my fat hiding somewhere let me know so I can dispose of it properly.

Tah.

This right here...

Is why Mr. C had to get a new car. Looks like fun, right?

Enough already, get to the show!

As promised so long ago. Here are the pictures I took at Dicken's. I hope I didn't get your hopes up too much...

With god as my witness, I will have an 18 inch waist!!!


We just can't get enough. It kinda feels like a cross between a 1950's housewife and a Victorian PJ party...


There is always something to be said for the beauty of a corset. Curlers however...


Costuming $100, tea $15, having a blast with your best friend...


As always, Mr. D looking demure and feminine in Ms. B's bonnet.

Dreams

I just had a very bazaar one. The funny part is it had to do with things that are happening in real life, but mixed up with other things. I don't know how I can explain this stuff... It was a dream after all. Part of it had to do with the new ad for Northern that was put in Renaissance Mag (which I'm in, by the way). I added other people to the ad thought and was trying to convince them to not be mad about it. The there was missing clothing and for some reason, my housemates cat. Now try and explain that! Or not.

I am starting a photography class at the Jr. college in Feb. It should be fun. I have always wanted to learn how to take pictures correctly. (OK, so really, I just want to take pictures of the sky at night and don't have any idea how.) But it should be fun. I am planning for world domination already...

On Tuesday a very big apartment complex that is near my work burned down. Luckily, it was still under construction and no one lives there yet. But the fire was spectacular. We could see the flames from my office which is about a mile away and behind trees!!! It was a five alarm fire. If anyone cares... google Rivermark Fire.

I'm off now... I have to finish getting dressed and go and get weighed. We'll see what happens today!

Tah.