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|Wednesday, March 14th, 2012|
|Starting over again
I read through all of the posts I wrote since beginning here. My writing is mediocre and a bit insane. It did bring back a lot of memories.
So, in the catch up:
1. We never did get married but we do still love each other.
2. Everyone is growing up and no one seems too marred by the early life experiences.
3. Both dogs had to be put down in 2008.
4. I'm still looking for that great job that pays the bills and is good for my health.
5. I am thankful for my life and for those of you who are sharing in it. Current Mood: happy
|Tuesday, March 13th, 2012|
I've never been much of a poster. Reading is more my style. A few voices from awhile back reminded me to come here, reacquaint myself with this format, and get to know them a little better. Upon my return, another voice from my past popped up. It was a welcome voice.
I'm slow to read in here. I will get there; not many of you are posting. Are you all writing elsewhere?
|Wednesday, February 29th, 2012|
Thank you for asking me to check in. I'd forgotten I was here before.
|Sunday, April 13th, 2008|
Do you really have it worse than everyone else in the universe?
Do you believe that no one could possibly know how bad it is?
Do you think that anyone believes the lies you tell yourself just so you can get through the day?
Are you really the only one who knows what is going on in the world?
Are you tired of the games?
|Monday, March 5th, 2007|
Beautiful day today. We didn't have to work. No one did. The owner forgot to go in. He discovered his error three hours after I told him it was his day to work. *thwap*
My sister-in-law went into the hospital today for a very rapid heart rate. It slowed down. Who knows what is next.
John followed me around SecondLife. I was a total goof. While sitting at a bar drinking saki I realized that this SecondLife is pretty much like our real life. I left and he's being inundated with helicopters. His life is more exciting when I'm not around.
I have ideas. I need action. I am tired.
|Thursday, March 1st, 2007|
|Snow Day for Everyone Else
Snow fell in great amounts yesterday. It is falling again today. Schools, factories, stores, etc., were cancelled or closed.
I walked to work this morning. It isn't far. It's all downhill. Actually, I walked, slid, tumbled, stumbled, and so on. I even waded hip deep through a snowbank that was in my way. I thought about driving but then I'd have had to shovel the driveway before work. The streets weren't plowed. The parking lot at work wasn't plowed. Walking or sledding seemed to be the only modes of dependable transportation available. I opted for walking.
I work in a liquor store. Much to the dismay of everyone who came into the store today, we are open. Yes, people came into a store with the open light on, the doors unlocked, and a salesperson at the counter and asked, "Are you open today?", or commented, "I didn't think you were open because there is no car in the lot".
My favorite people were the beer stalkers. One drove past my house between 8:30 and 9:00am. He watched me walk to work. He drove round and round on the snow covered streets. He watched me shovel the sidewalk. He watched the plow go through the parking lot. Once the driveway was open, he came in. He said he would have been there earlier but wasn't sure I'd get the place open on time. I suggested next time he give me a ride to work and help me shovel. Another of the beer stalkers drove past the store once. On the next pass, instead of driving on the driveway into the parking lot, he drove right into the freshly created snowbank next to the driveway. He backed up and did it again. He got out and came into the store. Someone else removed the automobile from the snowbank. By 10:00am, I was alone. My beer stalkers were settled in elsewhere.
The beer delivery truck came around 11:30. They appreciated the cleared parking lot. One of the guys told me that in all the towns they'd been to so far, the only things open were liquor stores, bars, and gas stations. The bars were only open for deliveries. Hardly anyone had clear parking lots.
The ND DOT plow guy who comes by regularly said that people shouldn't be out unless they have to be. It's been hard for them to do their jobs. Of course, he was off duty and appreciated that we were open.
|Wednesday, February 7th, 2007|
John wanted lobster so we drove to Kittery, ME for dinner.
Along the way: Wisconsin Dells; Circus World; Wonder Lake, IL; Joliet, IL; Punxsutawney, PA (met Phil had our picture taken, promised an end to winter); NYC at 4:30pm on a Friday; Groton, CT; Providence, RI; "The Big Dig" in Boston, MA; York, ME, fantastic dinner at Warrens Seafood in Kittery, ME; birthday party in Scandia, NH; nearly an all nighter (we are old) in Manchester, NH; Hogsback, VT; Niagara Falls, NY; snowstorm in NY; Warren, PA, Titusville, PA, Pleasantville, PA, Oil City, PA, and so on in PA; Maumee, OH (sorry Autumn); Chicago, IL; Eau Clare, WI; Minneapolis, MN; and home.
around 3600 miles
5 deer (2 in WI and 3 in PA)
favorite billboard: BE NICE (Foxhome, MN)
favorite photo opp: Japanese tourists at Niagara Falls with us
favorite hotel: Hampton Inn in Maumee, OH (it had heat)
favorite roadsign: buckle up next million miles (PA)
favorite markers: PENNDOT painted white circles on I-80 so people know what is a safe distance
favorite meal: UNO pizza
favorite companion: John
most snow: NY
least snow: RI
most expensive gas: NY
least expensive gas: ND
average gas: $2.15
nicest state troupers: Punxsatawney on Ground Hog's Day and Cataraugus, NY on Monday
favorite roadtrip companion: Hephaestos
Thank you Aunt Mary Lou for helping us to decide where and when to use our vacation time. Current Mood: accomplished
|Monday, October 30th, 2006|
My uterus is broken! Stop asking me questions! Current Mood: crazy
Earlier today, I introduced myself to a woman. This was no ordinary woman. We were very good friends when we were young. We had friends in common. I took piano lessons from her father. She was much taller than when I last saw here in third grade. Other than that, she looked pretty much the same. Aging is a weird thing. I look nothing like I did then. Well, I'm still round. Anyway, she asks what my last name is now. For some reason it seamed almost wrong that I should have the same last name I did in third grade. Then, she told me she has three grandchildren. ARGH! I am not that old! Okay, my body could have produced children who have had children...but it didn't. So, she is involved with the local theatre group, a group I'd like to be involved with. So, this could be a good reunion. It's made me think about anouncing myself to a few others I used to know. Some know me because of the liquor store. Some know me because we've always kept in touch. Most have forgotten I ever existed. Then again, my very first crush on a boy is now married to the preschool teacher.
|Tuesday, October 24th, 2006|
John files everything under stuff. I should be used to it now. Hey, progress, I found the anullment paperwork! Now, any ideas where the printer cables and the concert tickets are?
Somehow, I had so much interesting stuff to report to the world. I even had a few questions. Today, my teeth were cleaned by a student. My mouth hurts.My lips are dry. I'm wiped out and my head is full of stuff.
|Monday, October 2nd, 2006|
|Things I never thought possible
I'd be without Renee's phone number.
I'd sing "You Are My Sunshine" in a restaurant.
Anyone could understand the bipolar nature of living out the dream.
|Friday, September 8th, 2006|
|oh happy day!
I forget the exact date but: Happy Birthday Ted!
12 years ago this weekend, John and I met at the airport in Cedar Rapids. We had a nice drive to Iowa City to attend the ISCAnic. We went our separate ways and I lost him. We've been playing hide and seek ever since. Happy anniversary John.
|Thursday, September 7th, 2006|
|Sunday, September 3rd, 2006|
The house closed. The money is in the bank. I now live in North Dakota. I'm home. I'm here at my computer, in my chair, at my desk, etc. Nothing plays out the way I think. Life just sort of takes me along....good, bad, fast, and slow. It always works out. I know this. Over and over, I know this truth. I forget it when I'm in the middle of stuff.
|Wednesday, August 9th, 2006|
Happy birthday Mom and Amber.
The house is sold. The closing date was changed. Renee and I are losing/damaging our friendship. We've shared 28 years of ourselves and now stupid shit seems to be winning out. At this moment, it is hard to see much good in a place that was our home for 10 years. I guess our growing pains have been too much. Too many dominoes fell. Sometimes, it was exciting to watch. Sometimes, it was heart wrenching. We put them into such a great pattern. We played and played. I just didn't think the last ones would fall so soon or like this. I hate this part of life.
|Sunday, July 23rd, 2006|
|Out of the woodwork
I was fired a little over a week ago. I've never been fired before. I could do the job. I've done it before. Just, it has been awhile, they weren't quite ready, I am rusty, and it didn't come together. It had the potential to be a great freelance job in the future. It had the potential to be an awesome portfolio piece. Reality didn't live up to hopes, dreams, aspirations, or whatever vanity I might have been indulging in when I was thinking of all the things this job could bring my way.
So, I'm back to working at the liquor store. My brother, the owner, said, "You obviously can earn a lot more money elsewhere, so, I won't give you many hours." I said okay.
We are moving in. Finally. Some rooms looked good after lots of work. Now, we are going to tear out carpet that is 30+ years old. So, everything is a mess again. But, I have the first weekend in August off. That means "yard sale". We have plenty to put up for sale. Again, lots to do, not much time.
The house in Minneapolis is getting viewings. No offers, yet. Several have come back more than once.
Longtime friends popped out of the woodwork to say hello. It's nice hearing from them. I'm not much to keep up with people. Heck, it is hard just keeping up with John and me. So, I am thankful that I am not given up on when I lose contact.
John is making steaks tonight. We are having wine with dinner. Hopefully, we have no company tonight.
On a different note, I think we have decided the wedding will be the first week of July of 2007. Still not sure but it is looking better than anytime this year.
|Sunday, July 2nd, 2006|
I'm on day 2 of 4 days off. Unbelievable! I'm exhausted and can't think of anything. My boss took me in and told me he was happy with my work, would give me a great recommendation, and will be firing me as soon as I complete the first part of a six part project. He wants to hire me differently. I'm currently working as a temp.
I showed up at the Grog yesterday morning. To my surprise I found out that I did not work yesterday. Bonus, I don't work today, either. A cousin showed up last night to socialize. He came in around the time John was supposed to be home. I was inappropriately dressed for other company. John and I don't have enough alone time. They chatted and drank until 4:30 or so this morning.
Today, awash with laundry. I am nearly asleep. Tomorrow, I move more stuff. This weekend has finally given me a chance to unpack my clothes. I'm trying to get as much done as I can because we are getting company in July and in August. Oh yeah. Just a couple of weeks away. Did I say I haven't had a day off since mid-May?
Oh, the legalities are finalized. The boys have legally been returned to their mother. I cheered. Co-workers must think I'm a nut. I sold a house, surrendered custody of 4 children, and forgot what I was going to say. Life isn't normal, not ever. This is just a continuation on of things I do not understand at all. But, I'm still living it.
|Thursday, June 15th, 2006|
The house in Minneapolis is nearly ready for sale. After all these years, we are finding it hard to agree upon anything without tension. I thought this was going to be the easy part. Friendships are hard but worthwhile. Some friends have dropped out and others have excelled. Hopefully, this will go fast and everyone will be okay.
The abstract for the house in Enderlin was finally discovered. So, I paid the bill that was supposed to have been paid three years ago. Now, there are no obstacles. We should close on that house in the next week or two.
Work began on Wednesday. The manuals arrived by FedEx after several hours of being there. The laptop wasn't robust enough to hold the software I will be using. There are Etch a Sketches on the walls. There is a beautiful erotic poster on a wall. A huge video arcade game is in someone's office. I was sent home after lunch. By Monday, I am supposed to have sample tests ready. Oh, I get to play with MAYA.
Laundry, housework, rebuilding the bed, and sleeping have taken up most of my day. Tomorrow, I'll have the window in the truck topper fixed. It shattered last Saturday for no apparent reason. Afterwards, I'll be returning to Minneapolis to finish the last details on the house. John is working my shift on Sunday, so, I should be able to crank out the CD tests.
|Tuesday, May 30th, 2006|
So, I wasn't looking for a job, it just fell into my lap. My resume is online and a recruiter called. Several calls later, I am presented to a company to produce 6 CDs using Authorware. This job is supposed to last 2 1/2 months. Since timing has been really tight, we spent 15 minutes on the phone in an interview with the owner and primary Flash designer. Later that day, I'm offered the job at an acceptable rate of pay. I accept. Today, the owner called me. He wants recent works. He wants me to send urls and cds of work I've produced. The only thing is, I don't have any. Everything I've done is 5 years old or older. Nothing on the web is the original designs and code I created. The CDs that I have of my work are packed in some box that is someplace between Minneapolis and Lisbon. So, now what?
|Monday, May 29th, 2006|
|everythings coming up roses
Wednesday night I arrived in the cities just in time to see "Josephine Baker, The Black Orchid" at LSP. It was beautiful. Some lines were blown, some transitions were slow, but the dancing and singing were awesome. It was an incredible night.
Thursday morning I worked on the house by myself. Then a friend came over and helped. We made progress. It was sporadic because the phone kept ringing. Very soon, I start working in my field. Many trips were made to the hardware/lumber/home improvement store. They own me.
Friday morning the real estate agent walked through the house. Good news bad news. Mostly good news. Back to the home improvement store. Cleaning, painting, and figuring out what stays and goes. I thought more was gone but the house is still pretty full. A friend came over and back to the home improvement store. Lots more painting before the night was over. I even woke up at 3am and worked some more.
Saturday was old hat.
Sunday was more painting, loading the truck, and driving home. My homecoming was less than I'd hoped but its a holiday weekend.
This morning, up and at'em. I have work at 9. John is already unloading the truck.
Later this week, I meet the new boss, set the start date, head back to Minneapolis, and clean and paint until my hands fall off or the house is ready.
My niece has been home for 14 days. She has had her boys. In that time, I have sold a house, found a new job in my field, packed up my house in Minneapolis, and am readying it for sale. Alas, I have to get to the liquor store for a busy day of work.