February 28, 2013


Job possibility for Matt! I'm sure there will be a ton of people applying, but it's doing what he does now for about double the pay and he's motivated. And he really truly likes what he does now, so that would be a dream come true. He has the required experience, but needs to have some type of pesticide certification to be eligible. However, the timing worked out where posting is open until the 5th and the test would be the 4th. Picked up the books for studying today, and I think it's entirely possible for him to learn what he needs, take and pass the test, and get the application in on time. Tight timing, but workable!

Whether this job comes through or not, he'll have the knowledge/certification that opens more doors. 

Cross those fingers, people.

February 23, 2013


Man, I love Saturdays. Saturday morning, in particular. Typically there is nowhere to be, I wake up on my own time, and spend a good hour or so dozing.

I got good news at work Thursday - my supervisor is trying to reclassify my position to a higher level. It looks like it's going to go through, and even if there's not an immediate raise there's at least the likelihood of future raises because I'll no longer be at the midpoint of my salary range. Booya.

In reverse-type news, we got notice that our house has again dropped in value. We will never be able to refinance this way. Again, roof over the head and whatnot is the important thing, I guess.

Laundry going, book being read, the betta got fresh water and some blood worms for a treat. It's time for a nap.

Peace out.

February 20, 2013

Borrowed words

If you meet somebody and they love you when you are your true, awful, not-ready-yet, boring, not cool enough, not handsome enough, not pretty enough, too fat, too poor self? And if you love them back so much it makes you calm? And they have flaws and you don't mind a single one of them?

That means you get yourself to the church and you pull one of those priests out of bed and you have him cast one of those wedding spells on you.

I'd be up for some revowing after reading this. This is it in a nutshell. Plus good cooking and a neck-kissing or ass-pinching every now and again.

Augusten Burroughs - This is How: Proven Aid in Overcoming Shyness, Molestation, Fatness, Spinsterhood, Grief, Disease, Lushery, Decrepitude & More. For Young and Old Alike.

February 19, 2013

Treading water

It feels like I've been treading water for the last four years. Every day it's the same chores, the same concerns, the same clothes, the same everything. It gets tiring. I catch myself with gritted teeth almost every night. Right now? Gritting.

Exercise helped, but my elbow got tendonitis from lifting improperly or too much and I have to stop until it gets back in shape. It also increased my libido to that of a teenage boy's and while an increased interest sounds wonderful, I had never understood how frustrating it can be to think about sex 40 times a day and have to cram it down. It makes me feel sulky and petulant and that ain't sexy in the least.

I thought about looking for a new job, but remembered that I'm not that skilled, I am paid pretty well, and I like the job I do and the people I work with. It would be stupid to mess with that, so I've signed up for a few development courses instead.

And to be honest, some of the sameness is pretty good stuff. Same love, same laughter, same going to bed warm and fed and feeling cared for.

Once again, all over the place here. Good and bad.

I genuinely appreciate life and all its blessings, but need some sort of change before I go fucking insane. I need to figure out what to introduce or eliminate. New books. New food. Save money. Take a trip. Stop smoking. New clothes. Learn.

Something, for the love of God.

February 18, 2013


Tax returns came the other day, and while they were considerably (disappointingly) less than they've been for the last two years, there was enough to pay off the vet bill we've been working on for the last three years. I let the money sit in the account overnight so I could admire all the digits, then covered the balance last night. Pete got a reminder each month as I was writing the check that he was honor-bound to stick around for a good while, and like a good dog, he listened.


I should have been in bed about an hour ago.

I'll be all over it tomorrow. I'll have a full breakfast, a productive day, take care of household chores, and get to bed at a reasonable time.