Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Angels & Demons Another early morning - don't know where these are coming from, but I'm blaming the time change. At least it was only 5:45 this morning... not so bad. The snow is here... poor D is out there shoveling again for the 2nd time in 8 hours... the poor bastard. I gave it a go for about 30 feet of walkway last night and could feel my back starting to twinge, so thought better and abandoned it. When did I become old? I remember feeling "too young" for everything until I was about 27... then I suddenly felt like people take you seriously, will rent you their apartment with less hesitation, will consider you mature enough for the job you applied for... etc. That window of "the perfect age" lasted about... 5 years. Now I feel too old for everything. How ridiculous is that? (sigh) And I have THE neediest dogs in the world. Trying to sit here on the couch, I now have one underneath the lap top - makes it difficult to type. Meanwhile the other one is going spastic trying to figure out a way to tunnel his way under the blanket to me, then suddenly leaps out and bounces all over, and it's all I can do to keep him from dancing on the keyboard. (sigh) Why would people ever think I need to breed? I barely have the patience for these two most days. No real developments in our world worth sharing. Applied and interviewed for a big job at the local college - had the 2nd interview last Friday and still waiting to hear. I know they are doing reference calls right now, and have heard back from 2 of mine. They said "early this week", so was expecting the news yesterday... starting to panic now... was initially feeling fairly confident, but that's passed. Poor D didn't get the big job he paneled for... the poor sod. An absolutely gutting outcome, considering it was so perfect a marriage of his skills and background that it felt like it had been created for him... and insult to injury, his current employer is being a dick. The fun never stops. Christmas is coming... it's officially December now, so I can't even "Bah Humbug" the decorations, etc anymore. Shitty... it's the only thing that really gives me any pleasure during the holidays. Christmas is for kids... and if you're not around any, what's the point? Haven't had a tree in my own home since I was with Al (6 years? 7?)... and won't even be with any family this year, I don't think. But that's ok... we're going to Manzanita, Oregon for the week ... can't wait. Back to where the bus died and our September vacation was cut short... we're going back to finish it, goddamnit! Rented ourselves a little kitchenette motel room 3 blocks from the ocean, and PLAN to have enough $$ saved so we can make a few day trips to Portland, etc and do a bit of long-overdue shopping. Some retail therapy... maybe, juuust maybe, it will solve ALL our worries! It's worth a shot, anyway! :) The good news in my life is that I'm down 11.4 lbs! YAY! Joined Weight Watchers (aka "Fat Farm") Sept 22 with a friend, so 11.4 lbs really isn't all that impressive, considering how loooong I've been doing it, but it's starting to feel pretty good. Looking forward to pushing upwards of 15 by Xmas... maybe in a year I'll be at my goal... that would be sweet. To actually walk into a clothing store and pull things off the rack based on what you LIKE vs whether your SIZE is available. What a novel idea! The Taming of the Buddha... it's a never ending drama. (sigh) Maybe this time I can at least CAGE the Buddha, if not tame it altogether. No bites on the house yet... our stupid (STUPID!) realtor keeps taunting us with "possible offers" that never transpire, and are never followed-up on. We have horrible Realtor Karma, which is odd... considering we've never done anything to generate karma in this particular form...? At any rate, it's like those of us who are plagued with the curse of The Menu Faux-pas... doesn't really matter WHAT you choose, it always turns out to be crap. No one is going to buy this house in the winter any way... BAH! Uh-oh... Can you hear the cynical beast? Cripes. Another demon to cage... sigh. They're so plentiful, these demons. Where are my angels??? |