Friday, June 27, 2008

Almost a Pet Peeve

Several times a month, someone or other tells me how they "could do my job" simply because they hate to read poor grammar or find a misspelled word, and they love to weed out punctuation infractions. (I actually think they probably love to read poor grammar and find misspelled words because then it makes them feel somehow superior.)

I blow it off, since they generally don't know what they're talking about.

Still, three people have told me this in the past week--that they love to fix people's grammar spelling, and punctuation, so they would be really good at doing my job.

It's kind of annoying. It's not like this company pulled me off the street and hired me because I can spell "misspell" and know when to use a semicolon.

It's been a long week.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Our First "Ocean" Picture

Here we are at Myrtle Beach this weekend. We didn't spend much time at the actual beach. We did go to the wine festival, though. Mmm, mmm. And to a restaurant where I had boiled shrip doused in Old Bay. And I got a good run in on Saturday morning.

All in all, it was a good "long-weekend" vacation.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Post #1800

This is post #1800 of this blog. Wow.

I wonder where my friend Donna is. She hasn't been at work since Friday. Donna dear, where are you?

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Welcome Home

The Hubster is home. He flew in to Charlotte last Sunday.

I just about knocked him over when I saw him at the airport. I hugged him so hard I probably bruised him a little bit.

Do I look happy?

Yep. I'm happy. I missed him something awful.

Friday, June 13, 2008

I Guess I'm Made of Money (A Whining Post)

What a frustrating week. My cell phone died, so I bought a new cell phone. Not a bill I'd expected, but I make decent money and the Hubster is back and on payroll, so it wasn't a huge deal.

Of course, that came one week after my iPod died and I frivolously bought myself another one (I had to dust off the credit card after I found it).

And that, of course, came one week after Hubster's car died. Since he came back so unexpectedly and so soon, he had to buy a new car much unexpectly sooner than anticipated.

Then today, I went to the tire place because my tires were mysteriously wearing thin. I walked out three hours later and $400 poorer. You guessed it. My tires were dead. So was a headlight. The "Check Engine" light is on, too. We just want this car to last until 2009.

And I was really looking forward to replacing my worn-out pair of running shoes soon. And buying some sandals so I don't have to spend these hot days in socks and retired running shoes. Now I'll have to wait a couple more paychecks.

I don't know what I owe on the credit card. I do know that it had been paid off for over a year as of May 15 or so. Not anymore. Ever since my debit card died (in the dryer) and the bank mistakenly re-issued me an ATM-only card (and since my bank doesn't have a branch in Work Village), that "just-for-emergencies" Visa card has gotten a lot of use.

And don't even let me start on the house ... I've pretty much accepted that it will never sell. (That way if it does, I'll be pleasantly surprised.)

And why does the nice, body-fat-reading scale that I bought (before all these huge bills came up) keep telling me that I have 38% body fat? I think that makes me morbidly obese, or close to it. I think that scale was a serious waste of money.

I did buy a nice pair of Ann Taylor jeans last weekend. I buy one pair of jeans roughly every two years. So, for 2008, I decided to buy a nice pair of Ann Taylor jeans--originally $58, but on sale for $29.99. They looked quite nice on me in the dressing room. When I put them on Wednesday morning to wear to work, I sat down at the computer at home, and Hubster said something about me sporting the "plumber look" ... so I wore my 4-year-old pair with the underwear peep-hole in the back, since my threadbare 2-year-old pair was in the washing machine.

There's nothing worse than a morbidly obese woman in size-4 jeans sporting the "plumber look." Heh.

I'm so tired. Hubster's back at work and, once again, I'm sitting at home until 9:00 each night, waiting for him to come home. I was hoping we'd be able to spend some time together before he started back to work.

He shaved off every last bit of facial hair yesterday morning. And got a haircut. He looks nothing like that picture I posted a few days ago.

OK, enough whining for the week. Hubster will be home soon, and I'll treasure every last minute I have with him.

Sheltowee Off the PCT

If you have been following Sheltowee’s (a.k.a. The Hubster's) journal on, you know that he had some work-related issues that forced him to abandon (for 2008) his dream to thru-hike the PCT. I’ve just posted his final entry from the trail here. He’ll be posting at least one “post-trail” entry, so check back soon. He’s also posted some photos from the trail here.

(I must admit ... I am 3% sad and 97% happy that he had to come home now, rather than in mid-September.)

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Would You Get a Luxury Home?

The first home we made an offer on--then lost--is back on the market. It's undergone some improvements since we lost it, and the price has gone up significantly. It's being touted as a "luxury home." I don't know about that ... I think of "luxury homes" as McMansions priced over $700K ... but it is a nice house, definitely the nicest one we looked at. And they will accept our original offer if we're still interested.

Of course, our house has to sell before we can make any offers on anything. But I'm wondering ... would you buy a "luxury home" if you could get it for a really good price? Or would you buy something smaller, cheaper, and not nearly so nice (but with infinitely more charm)?

I wish I loved this luxury home the way I loved the rickety old farmhouse I lost, the cute little white house I lost, and the charming little 50's house I have my eye on.

Modern houses with their huge rooms, their granite countertops, and their stainless steel appliances may be nice, but they're not charming. No self-respecting magical creatures would ever dream of living there. Certainly there would be no secret hallways or doorways to nowhere. What is the appeal of all these big, boxlike "luxury homes" anyway?

And the Sheltowee Saga Continues ...

Read the Hubster's latest updates here.

See more cool pictures like this one here.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Thank You

I will exalt you, O LORD,
for you lifted me out of the depths
and did not let my enemies gloat over me.

O LORD my God, I called to you for help
and you healed me.

O LORD, you brought me up from the grave;
you spared me from going down into the pit.

Sing to the LORD, you saints of his;
praise his holy name.

For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.

When I felt secure, I said,
"I will never be shaken."

O LORD, when you favored me,
you made my mountain stand firm;
but when you hid your face,
I was dismayed.

To you, O LORD, I called;
to the Lord I cried for mercy:

"What gain is there in my destruction,
in my going down into the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?

Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me;
O LORD, be my help."

You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.

(Psalm 30, NIV)

Saturday Work Day

I'm going to work tomorrow, and I can't wait.

I was a waste of my company's money after lunch, so I cut out early. No use being there if I'm not earning my keep, and the boss gave me permission to come in tomorrow. I'll end up getting overtime anyway.

Headed to the Baptist church and played their Steinway for a couple of hours. Very therapeutic. Practiced Bach for a while, then broke out one of the church's hymnals and played country-gospel versions of hymns for an hour or more. You would've thought a down-home revival was going on in there.

It's amazing how well I'm playing ... I literally did not touch a piano between April 14 and last Monday (other than to move George from one room to another, and to dust him occasionally). Then I practiced every day this week. As usual, an extended break has done me good. I'll never get to the Cliburn amateurs' competition at this rate, but such is life.

Anyway, I headed home after that. Stopped to say hi to my friend Donna, then made the long drive back to my little mountain town. Got home, flopped down on the couch, and slept for three hours.

So I'm going back to work tomorrow, and I can't wait. I'm so looking forward to (1) being out of this house, and (2) getting some quality work done, something I've had trouble doing this week, what with so many meetings and so much multi-tasking. I doubt seriously that anyone else will be at the office tomorrow, so I'll have the place all to myself. A few productive hours with FrameMaker will do my little workaholic heart good.

So that's the view from here. Oh, the Hubster's car got towed today, and we'll get a tax write-off for donating it to charity. And I had a major meltdown last night and cried for five hours. Today at work my friend Broccoli asked me, "Why is your face so puffy?" I cracked, "I'm just having a bad-face day." I laughed in spite of myself.

So it's 8:02 p.m. and I'm in my jammie j's (thanks, J, for adding that word to my vocabulary) and going to bed. I want to be up early. Lots of work to do tomorrow.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Beau as Hubster

Here's Beau the Cat doing his best Hubster impersonation this morning while I got ready for work:

P.S. I just realized the pillow looks all yellowed and stained. It's not. That's just the natural color of that particular pillowcase. Just letting everyone know so y'all don't think I'm a yucky person.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Mountain Xpress

Well, lookee here. A Sort of Notebook was mentioned on Mountain Xpress's Blog Log: The week in local blogging. Welcome to everyone visiting from Mountain Xpress, and thanks for stopping by!

I Don't Care Anymo-oo-oh

Weird. Whenever I think "I don't care anymore," I get stuck on an obscure Phil Collins song that was on his "Hello, I Must Be Going!" album that I received as a birthday present when I was 13. In it, he sings something like, "I don't care anymo'. I don't care anymo-oo-oh. No mo'!"

So that's how I feel about this house. I haven't done a bit of housework or yard work or garden work this weekend. I haven't paid a penny to have anyone cut down any trees, clean out any brush, repair any appliances, or lay any flooring. I've done what I can. I don't care anymo'. I don't care anymo-oo-oh. No mo'!

I'm calling a charity tomorrow to see about getting Hubster's car towed away and donated for a tax write-off. It would be too expensive to fix, considering the car's age and mileage. I just want it out of the neighbor's driveway. I just want it gone. Hubster can deal with it when he comes home. As for me, I don't care anymo'.

I missed work yesterday because I lost my key card and no one else was going to be there to let me in. I suppose I could have called someone to meet me there, but why would I want to drag someone to their workplace on a Saturday? So I didn't go. I'll have to use vacation time to get paid for all 40 hours. Plus, I'll be swamped all next week ... but I'll deal with it. Somehow. Somehow things will get done, I'm sure. For right now, I don't care anymo-oo-oh.

I'm just about ready to drop the price to a "Greatly Reduced! Motivated Seller! Priced for Quick Sale!" kind of price, just so I can get all these house worries out of my hair. But the truth is ... moving into a new place is probably going to be even more stressful, not to mention expen$ive. So ... whether we sell this place or not, whether I'm still here when Hub gets back in the fall or not ... whatever. I don't care anymo'. I don't care anymo-oo-oh.

I'm not even in a bad mood. I just don't care. I think I'll go play some piano now. I have to get that awful song out of my head.

Blogging Elsewhere

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