A wittle update....

Soooo.... kinda blew the every second day post mandate I had for myself this month. But that's okay. I had a lot going on, still do, and wasn't really in the right frame of mind to post much of anything anyway.

Not true. What I felt like writing I couldn't. What I wanted to write I shouldn't.

Anywooo, we're getting ready for Christmas over here. I've actually started the shopping. I know, I know, a little early for me but the deal was too good to pass up. That shall continue as the days go on. The shopping thing I mean. The deals? Well we take 'em when we get 'em!

I've started baking too. Well, I never stop baking, but now I'm baking Christmas type baking. And, it is now that I realize how much I truly miss my Maggie. Where the hell am I going to hide all the stuff? I used to drive around with it in the trunk of my car so that it wouldn't all get devoured within two days. With it in the trunk of my car, well, it allowed me to have some as the holiday's got closer.

Now I don't have a trunk. And there's only so much room in the bar-b-que.

Got the house decorations out yesterday and put them up. I think next year it will be time to re-think the decorations and maybe come up with something different. Same old, same old, kinda boring.

I'm planning the Christmas party for the office. Not having attended one previously I was a little hesitant to take on the job. Turns out it should be quite simple as the masses want it held at a dining establishment this year as opposed to a pot luck type gathering at a hall.

And I'm expecting some mail. Some people thought the mail would've arrived last week but I didn't really think so. I'm hoping for Monday or Tuesday.

Then we shall commence the celebration and share the news!

Back to bed for me. The dogs started barking at 1:52 am and I've been awake since then...

Stress, Stress, Stressy!!

So... I've had to re-apply for my job. Which, to say the least, has been rather piss me off in a very stressful kind of way.

Us "temp" girls were suppose to "roll over" into the full time permanent jobs that opened up.

We are all excited and happy and relieved. We all took a chance taking this "temp" job but knew that it would all end up okay in the end.

Then.... the full time permanent jobs were reclassified, resulting in oh about eleven thousand dollars a year more in salary. And then the delays began.

I'm not sure why, but I have some ideas. None of which I can put down here on the w w w.

Anyway, the deadline for the job was on Monday, midnight Pacific time. I had submitted mine about twelve hours before the deadline.

And then, being one of the more patient type people in the world (no really I am... I'm just nosy that's all) I went on the job site a few hours later. Don't know why, just did.

Actually I was thinking that they saw my application, went "whoaaaa let's grab HER right away", well, not really, I know that this stuff takes a lot longer than 2 or 3 hours... I'm learning that it could probably take, if it wanted to, two or three YEARS!!! Anyway, I see that they've extended the freakin' deadline for two more days!!!

I tell ya.... this process may just kill me. Really. Only because I know that my application is stellar, meets all the criteria and should make it through the macro running applicant screener program that decides who's moves forward and who gets left behind.

But seriously, for a chick who was suppose to just "roll over", they sure are making the rolling difficult.

And, the worst thing about this whole process? Well, a couple of things? I have been far too pre-occupied with selling myself to a macro running applicant screener program to be able to hold up my personal goal of every second day on the blog.

And my silver "highlights" seem to have doubled.

Wait, that might have something to do with living with three males and four dogs... I'll need to re-think where to lay the blame for the increase.

Hope runs rampant!

And I'm back on schedule.

Busy day coming up, which is why I should have my ass in bed.

SG goes for what we're calling his "upsy-downsy" tomorrow. He's got himself some gut trouble and well, we're gonna go find out what the heck is going on. Actually, "we're" not going... SG is going. Hopefully there will be some answers forthcoming and, yeah, well, hopefully we figure it out.

And #1 has an appointment at the clinic to get his ankle checked. I'm fairly certain I didn't tell you all about the ankle, but he f*#ked it up pretty good. Hopefully it's healing well and he's on the mend.

And yes, my last night is tomorrow. The four night run is tough. Particularly with what has been going on in my town.... Hopefully things will settle down a bit.

Hopefully I'll remain alert.

Hopefully I'll stay awake.

There's a lot hope going on here....

And here's hoping I have a good sleep, with no narsty dreams!

Whoops

I missed a day. Well, let's be honest here... two days. But I'll make up for it.

I'm currently on my four night rotation and well, it's on the weekend.

And the weekend is a busy busy time for me. Everyone's home. There's no down time. And waaay too much to be done.

You really didn't want to be here for my blow up (or uhm blow "ups") today.

It was not pretty.

Don't get me wrong, I love my children. Well, my "adult" child and my "right smack dab in the middle of puberty hell" teenage child. I love them with every ounce of my being.

But if someone had told me way back when that they grow up to become teenagers, uhm, yeah... I may have reconsidered.

It hasn't been easy. As a matter of fact, I'm amazed with myself that I've had, and found, the strength to pull this parenthood thing off.

Anyway, there was a lot of yelling and slamming and banging. I did try to put a hold on the swearing, but yeah, that didn't work. Way too many f bombs dropped today....

But it's almost over. The weekend I mean. And my run of night shifts.

Then, once again, serenity will be mine and I can attempt to tap back into the creative genius I know I have the potential to quite possibly be and get my fingers back on the keyboard and hold up my end of the every second day promise.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Not Giving Up

I have to say, I never bought into the fact that one day my children would be smarter than me.

I mean, you hope that they will grow up and use the education that they've been given to go far in life.

Possibly further than you have. But not likely. I mean, after all, we are the smarter generation.

However we hope. We dream. We want them to succeed.

Make it in the world.

Make a difference.

But I have to tell you.... when they f*#k around with the internet connection and decide to monopolize the speed so they can play xBox live.... yeah.

Not. Gonna. Happen.

Mommy's still smarter than they are.

And the xBox?

It's safely been put away.

And if he should find it?

Yeah, the power is in the cord.

I have it.

I'm still the smarter one.

NaNoWriMo

I know, I know... wtf? is NaNoWriMo you're saying to yourself.

I'm trying to come up with various things that it could mean. Humourous type things. Warped type things. Weird things.

But I'm at a loss, so I'll just tell you.

In the real world it's a weird acronym that tells people that November is writing month. The schools use it to challenge their students to write a certain amount of words during the course of the month.

In the blog world its a challenge to other bloggers to write a certain number of posts in the month. A lot of bloggers say they'll post every day during NaNoWriMo. Other bloggers say they'll blog a certain number of blogs during the month.

This blogger is using it as an excuse to just start blogging again....

I'm aiming for 15 posts this month... that means every second day something... anything. Well, it will have to contain words in order to count.

Wish me luck, and I'll see you by the 3rd!!

(Thank you to MC and her always entertaining Facebook account for the reminder)