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They're both going to be laying in bed groaning having their wives pamper them.
It was hard match for me to choose the person I wanted to win. Federer is my man. But Andy... man, he's had a tough road back and fought so hard to improve his game. He's played amazingly well in this tournament, and I loved the comment he made when he defeated Andy Murray that he felt like the man who killed Bambi. Of course he wants to win and go on into the finals and maybe win Wimbledon, but Andy Murray so far is the closes that Britain has come in forever to having an Englishman take the title.
I would have been very happy for Roddick if had won, but my man won in the end.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.c
Ouch indeed.
I was going through old entries, and the one about the wallet.
Amazing how you can mess up the whole thing at the very end and not realize it.
It wasn't my phone I picked up from the floor of the car it was the wallet.
I have now edited it to the correct ending.
Maybe they're hoping that if they're loud enough, people will overlook the fact that it was their Commander in Chief that created a large part of the deficit to begin with.
I do appreciate the fact that this article also calls Obama on the carpet for being overly optomistic about how his stimulus will help.
I do believe it's a truer picture of the actual financial situation, what has caused it, and what needs to be done/addressed in order to get us out of it.
http://finance.yahoo.com/taxes/arti
So, Friday we head out to DC again. I'll be sight seeing, hanging with my nephew, hopefully Sherry and I will have a day to hang together.
I hope I can get myself out of bed early enough on Saturday to go to the farmer's market in Alexandria.
July we're going to visit the Meyersdale Clinic in Pennsylvania and check it out and the neighborhood. Darius has talked with HR, and he's also finally touched base with the recruiter, which is cool. Now it's in his hands to find what he wants for a job, and he has the time to do it.
He's also coming around to the idea of buying a house. Woohoo!
Now, if I can just make him see how impractical it would be for us to buy another Corolla when we need a family car, like a Forester, we'll be all set.
His argument is that we could buy the Corolla up front with the sign on bonus. My argument is that we could put down so much on the Forester that our payments would be miniscule, and it's more practical to have the tiny payments and the kind of car we need, rather than another of the kind of car we already have that won't fit our lifestyle much longer.
We'll see.
We have to actually have him sign up for a position and receive the bonus before we can spend it.
But a house for me to do whatever I want with... I can't wait.
I'll be covered in paint and dirt and dust for months. Bliss!
So in blue blazes do I get a high score in violent?
Lust and Gluttony... mmmmm, foooooooood. Yeah, I get those.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Moderate |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
The new guy, I keep forgetting his name, was really cool about letting us keep things in the attic for the year, so we don't have to pay $80 a month for storage. With our rent going up this year, that's a good thing.
When we arrived, I was stunned by the yard, which is mowed all the way down to the trees at the brook. All the underbrush along the road had been taken out, as well as the tree that fell into field ages ago.
My pond is actually holding water, now. I don't know if in the years it's settled enough that it plugged the leak on its own. There are little minnow like fish in it with two large frogs. Even the back that had grown way up in the years we lived there, he's cleared it out, and cut down the trees that the porcupines had weakened before they could fall on the house. It was amazing.
Then I went inside.
The buffet is missing. That's a mystery I must solve because I must have it. Nobody has seen it. Not Nicky or the cousins, not the people there now. The table has been refinished, and that's going to be ours, too.
I went into the living room... and it had been gutted.
Now... it did need to be done. That's granted.
But I always had this secret little hope that I could dismantle it and put it back up somewhere, somehow. Grandpa had put a lot of work into the window seats, shelves, and paneling over the mantle.
However, even though I knew it needed to be done, it didn't lessen the schock to the system.
The living room was the gathering place for everything. And now it really only can be seen in pictures.
It took me a little bit to get over it.
Then I went upstairs, and all the stuff of mine had been moved. I had another momentary heart attack.
Apparently, Jus told him that everyone had gone through everything, and all that was left was junk. Lucky for me, the guy and his fiance looked at some of the stuff and thought, "there's no way this is stuff to be thrown out." And kept it aside.
So, I went through my old stuff. I put the furniture that I've inherited into the attic, and what I want to keep. I just need to shoot off an e-mail to them about it.
I did get quite a bit done. Yay me.
At the end I recruited Darius to help me load up the leaves in the bags to be taken away. We also got the heater out of the front of the downstairs. Hopefully soon I'll get a chance to take the printer and the microwave to the dump. Then I can move the Coat Racks and Shoe racks around downstairs to make things more accessible and hopefully making things more orderly down there.
Today is beautiful.
It's been hot, but today, nice and sunny and breezy. I need a hammock on the porch, or to stretch from the porch to the tree.
I now have the Triathlete's Training Bible. Very sweet.
I've been leafing through it to get a feel for it, and I'm going to dig into pretty good soon. Still having some problems finding things that are more geared to off road competition, but that's okay. This gives me a good basis for working on stuff.
I wish I was home swinging on a hammock with my hubby with the dog laying next to us.
Which he said he'd do.
When he picked me up for lunch, I asked if he'd had any luck, he said no, sorry.
During lunch he was telling me how I needed to call in and report my card missing because we'd be screwed if someone found it and cleaned our account.
Really?
I told him I was going to find it. He was being all antsy on me, "you're not going to find it. What if someone stole it." etc.
We go back out to the car, and I bend over to pick up the book that had been in lap that I'd put on the floor when we arrived at the restaurant.
"Look what I found!" I told him...
and picked up my wallet from the floor of his car.
I have been mega lazy lately. Outside of my workouts at the gym twice a week I have been doing virtually nothing.
I like looking at celeb pictures online sometimes.
I looked at a couple pictures on the yahoo OMG website of Courtney Cox.
Apparently you can comment on the pictures, because there were three comments that I read before I just clicked off.
First one said something about her being too skinny and having had too much work done.
Second one said, "Courtney Cox has friends?"
Third one was telling people they were stupid in capital letters.
Is this really what our society is?
A pack of rude, insensitive people who find it acceptable to insult and slander people that they don't even know?
It makes me sad.
I mean, I am happy for Darius.
He really wanted this Fellowship, and it was the whole reason we came to Bangor.
So I am very happy for him that he got his fellowship.
But I was all set to move.
I talked with someone today from Winchester VA. It all sounded so wonderful, the town, the practice for Darius. I was excited to tell him about it.
But, he got the Fellowship.
So we're staying here for another year.
Now what to do.
I think the first thing is that I'm going to apply for RWC.
It's time for me to grow and do something different.
There are a few positions opening up with people leaving for careers and promotions.
I could do a part time RWC position.
Now I have a boatload of e-mails to do.
Yay.
They're flying us out for a site visit to see if it's something that would be a good fit.
I'm excited.
It's about an hour and a half away from Mom and Pete. The recruiter said two and half maybe three from Sherry and Joel.
Yippee!
So, now the delicate balance work begins.
Because we have to make requests for the month of June in a week or two, and hubby still hopes for the fellowship... so how to plan for leaving in case we do, without jeopardizing my job in case we don't?
Hard hard hard...
I think I came up with a solution in suggesting that they not schedule for the end of June, and if I stay, then I can pick up shifts, making triple coverage where we need it, and then helping where someone may have taken extra hours or something.
That would be better than if they scheduled me for the entire month, and then had to scramble to cover my shifts.
I hope they understand my situation and go for it.
I've encouraged Darius to talk to the people at the hospital, and ask them for an update on the fellowship position.
Maybe they think he already knows he has it... maybe they're just plain lazy about getting the paperwork done... who knows.
I'd like to know, though.
So, I may have missed something.
It sounded to me like the government is investing in some more Peace Corps type organizations, including some aimed at middle and high school children where they can volunteer in their communities.
Great stuff!
Of course, there are people running around complaining how irresponsible it is with today's economy to invest our money in these organizations.
Because it's a bad idea when money is tanking to teach people to VOLUNTEER to help their fellow man.
You know, I feel kind of like I was channeling Lu there.
The commuting distance is no more than he already has. The yard looks like it has space to play, and space to garden. There seems to already be a walkway or something that makes a division. Move the birdbath... voila!
Plenty of rooms and bathrooms to raise a nice, large family...
Who could ask for anything more?
http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhom
West Virginia was called into question when a fellow resident told Darek about the problems with mal practice in the area.
I contacted the recruiter about it, and he sent back an e-mail about the fact that it got so out of hand that doctors were leaving the state, and there were no Neurosurgeons anywhere in West Virginia, so the state stepped in and cleaned things up.
Woohoo.
That keeps West Virginia on the list. Same pay as this area, but with lower cost of living. Northern West Virginia is close to Pittsburgh.
Although I'm looking at the corridor between Pitt and DC, I'd prefer a place that's around an hour away from one or the other so that we can hop a commuter flight from one to the other.
That's pretty much it, right now.
Hugs, everyone!
Apparently I missed a whole bunch of "parties" today, protesting the way the government is using it's money to bail out big corporations that, let's face it, if they do go under, it's going to be hell for everyone. We're all connected here, people.
Car industry goes down, no one buys the components to make cars, or the raw materials that go into cars.
Same for the thousands or maybe millions of people employed by the insurance companies and others being bailed out.
I would've been at the little counter rally holding the sign that said, "why didn't you tell Bush to get his fingers out of your piggy banks when he was bailing out Iraq?"
Seriously.
Bush spends billions of dollars to rebuild a foreign country that is one of the richest in the world in oil, and no one protests.
Obama spends billions of dollars to rebuild America, and suddenly people have a problem with what the government is spending money on?
You have no problem helping out strangers halfway around the world, but you can't stand to have your money help a neighbor?
Yes, I know that the big companies and such have been spending irresponsibly.
But I also know that a growing number of homeless people are older people that had good, devent paying jobs. Then they were laid off with no pension, and can't get a comparable job because no one wants to hire an accountant that's close to retirement age and have to pay their pension, when they can hire a younger person who's probably going to move on in a few years and take their 401k with them.
The people that can't make their mortgages anymore aren't just the ones who can't be bothered to work at McDonalds or some other such place any more. People are losing houses that have been in the family for generations, or that they've had for decades because of this kind of thing. They need help, not because they are lazy, but because the system has screwed them and left them without a pension and social security is not enough to cover the costs.
Walk into any WalMart or Sams Club. Say what you want about them, but also look at the number of people that work there that should be at home with their feet up on the sofa telling their grandchildren stories. It amazes me the number of people I see working who can barely see or hear anymore, but they're there because if they weren't they would't have a roof. It's a backwards place when I have to offer Kudos to places that hire people who aren't really in condition to work anymore, and should be at home.
Why should your tax dollars go to help people pay their mortgages and keep large companies that employ many many people in business?
Because you're part of the human race and so you support your fellow man.
If you can pony up to have your money spent on Iraq, then you can damn well pony up that same amount, if not more, on your own country that you profess to be so proud of.
"Your success in life must be earned with earnest efforts" ... "in bed."
So...
does that mean I'm supposed to sleep my way to the top?
I should send this to Charlene.
http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/ameri
In other breaking news....
my muscles are all working again without soreness... must be time for another training session.
Last Spring when the snow melted, I cleaned up after Mossy, and knocked on the neighbor's door.
I let her know that I'd cleaned up everything I found, if I missed anything, then please let me know, we'd be happy to clean it up.
She told me not to worry, Mossy was so beautiful and such a good dog, he could go anywhere he wanted.
I reiterated that it wasn't right for them to have to deal with his messes, though, so, if we miss anything please let me know.
So, a couple weeks ago, I get a message from my landlord that she asked someone to ask him to ask me not to let Mossy go down near the vans where they load their daughter's wheelchair.
So, I stopped Mossy from going down there.
Yesterday, I was in a rush. Mossy went in the yard, but away from the vans.
No biggie, not anything different from last summer. I took note of it to clean it up later.
They called the fucking police.
This morning I get a call when I get into work.
If they had just talked to me, I would've been happy to, and knocked myself out to get to the store and buy a shovel and rake to take care of it.
But I have a lot of appointments with my physical therapy, mind therapy, and training on top of work.
If you're going to go around talking behind my back instead of to me...
one - you don't know that I'm going to get the exact message you want me to get.
two - you are become the absolute BOTTOM of my list of priorities.
If you don't have the respect to come talk to me to my face, especially after I've said, "Please come tell us", then you have no right to expect any more respect for you.
End of discussion.
Get a spine... or better yet...
Put up or shut up!
