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Thursday, November 10, 2005

Go West, Young Man! Go West

It's finally gotten to the point where R cannot possibly stand to work for that place for 3 more years, as originally planned. Without getting into too much detail, the company sucks and the people he works with suck and he cannot handle the suckiness anymore. So, after lots of discussion, we've decided that it will be best for him to apply to other jobs - somewhere where the sucking will be held to a minimum, if at all possible.

The main issue that has caused the most discussion is that R finding another job will almost certainly involve us moving to the upstate. That's where all the engineering jobs are. Sadly, that would mean I'd have to leave my most fabulous job and we'd have to figure out exactly how to pay my organization back for the $9K they've shelled out thus far for my grad school education. Those are the things on the "cons" list. Luckily, and this is why I'm supporting the move, the "pros" list is much longer. I won't list every single pro, just know that there are plenty of them.

Ironically, the theme of the Homecoming floats last weekend was "Go West, Young Tiger," and it looks like go West, we shall. No specific time frame, but it would be prudent to get out now while we only owe my company $9K instead of waiting several more semesters at $3K a pop.

Just for fun earlier this week I looked up real estate in the upstate to see what our house buying opportunities would be. After seeing what we could get for LESS than the RENT we're paying now, I called up R and said, "Not only do I support your decision to move, I verily insist we move up there!" We'd have to pay out the wazoo for the same size house here. That's on the "pros" list.

Monday, November 07, 2005

At least then you'll know

"They like to sniff at really stinky things. So you know that if the dogs are really into sniffing your crotch, it's really stinky. Kinda like a Crotch-o-Meter."

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Happy Diwali!

Today is the first day of the Indian festival, Diwali. My husband is of Indian heritage, but we don't know a whole lot about the culture. So, I Googled Diwali and found this: On the first day of the festival, it is traditional and particularly auspicious to buy silver jewelry for the women of the household. I think I like this holiday.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Costumes

While getting ready for work this morning:

"Oh, are you dressing up as the Alpha/Beta plant manager for Halloween today?"

"Yeah...This is the scariest costume I've ever had."

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Parade of Pets

Our first pet was a little brown dog that I barely remember because I was still so little and the person we got him from failed to discover that the puppy had heartworms. He died the day after we brought him home. Next came a black puppy we named Lucy. I remember that she would jump up on my legs when I came home from Kindergarten and give me scratches. Lucy got hit by a car after only a month. Around the same time, we had a cat named Bashful. I was only two years old, but I vividly remember playing with Bashful in the open garage when the neighbors pit bull came up the hill, grabbed the kitty in his mouth and took him off into the woods. My mom was in the kitchen and saw it happen, so she ran outside and whisked me up off the ground. Bashful was one of several cats this particular dog terrorized, so that dog was taken away by animal control.

Next came Shorty. This is where my memory of my pets starts to become clearer. Shorty had a squished little flat face and an underbite, so his tiny teeth stuck out. My older sister and I would dress him up in doll clothes and push him around in a stroller. He was such a good dog! Concurrently, we had a cat named Sneakers. When we moved to Malaysia, however, both of those pets were given to friends.

In Malaysia, I had a parakeet named Sprite. A friend taking care of Sprite while we were on vacation accidentally let him out of his cage while she was feeding the bird. Sprite flew out of the open window into the jungle. When friends of ours moved back to the States, we took their old, old Golden Retriever named Cleo. Cleo scared the crap outta our gardner and the meter readers, though she was old and friendly and the worst thing she could do would be to sit on you or pee on you. Cleo died of old age. Also in Malaysia, we had a dog named Ginger. Ginger looked more like a fox than a dog. She freaked out the gardner and meter readers, too. When we moved away, Ginger went to live with a school friend of mine.

Back in South Carolina, I got a rabbit who I named Beau. We also had a cat that took up with us who we named Sneakers. When we moved to Texas, Beau came along, but Sneakers stayed in SC.

While in Texas, Beau died...of constipation. Who knew you can't feed rabbits too many vegetables? We had several stray cats that liked to hang around - Mrs. Snowball and crew. I also got a mini weiner dog that I named Zoey.

Zoey came along with us when we moved to Pennsylvania. She got out and ran across the road while we were bringing in groceries one day. A woman who was driving way over the speed limit hit her right in front of our faces, but didn't stop. My older sister got pissed, jumped in the car and took off after her. She forced her to stop, come back, and appologize. For my little sister's birthday one year, I got her a tiny black kitten that she named Muffy. We then got a black schnauzer mix shelter pup we named Ace. I think my older sister also had a rabbit named Belinda in here somewhere, but I don't really know what happened with that.

Ace and Muffy stayed with us through our move to Virginia and through high school for me. I went to college and my family moved back to South Carolina. Ace and Muffy came along. My little sister got another cat named Peanut. (Oh, yeah, there was another cat of hers right before Peanut that I accidentally killed in the dryer, but that's another story...). Now that she has gone to college, Muffy went to live with a friend, Peanut is living with a cousin, and Ace went to live in North Carolina with a family friend (I live in an apartment and couldn't take him).

The family friend just called me a week or so ago to tell me that my old, grumpy Ace dog has died. He was 13 years old, which, for a schnauzer especially, is getting on up there. He had a heart attack. This littany of pets of my childhood has come to a close. One day when R and I get a house, we will surely get a dog, but I think I will think of that as the first dog of my adulthood.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Third Lane Option

I've heard of the Third Lane Option and thought of how nice it would be to use it sometimes, but never have I actually seen it used until this morning. However, it was used poorly. Picture this: Four-lane highway with median turn/suicide lane. Four cars (I am one of them) traveling in the dark rain of the early morning, using both of the south-bound lanes. Here comes Mr. Ford F150 thinking that we four are going too damn slow. So he pulls into the turn/suicide median lane and passes us all on the left. Brilliant! We all caught up with him at the stoplight. And the next stoplight, too. And the next one. I'm glad he was in such a hurry to pass us because it certainly got him where he was going faster.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Surprise House

There is a plantation 2 minutes from my home. Yes I live in the South and there are still working plantations. Not with slaves and all, but they sure do love to gouge the money from the public's pockets by charging $20 for a $3 pumpkin. This particular plantation always has seasonal activities. The activity of this season? The aforementioned pricey pumpkins and a Haunted House (in a tent with strobe lights, as seen from the road at least).

As we drove by it last Saturday night, strobe lights urging the masses in through the haunted doors, R commented that it's not so much a "haunted" house as a "Surprise! I'm-a-badly-dressed-scary-character-jumping-out-of-the-darkness-when-you-least-expect-it House."

The thing is, this still scares the crap out of me. I mean, c'mon...I jump 3 feet in the air when R gets home from work and walks into the kitchen while I'm in there getting dinner ready. I get startled very easily. R knows this. He likes to take full advantage of it. I can't even count the number of times I've been showering and I almost have heart failure because R thinks it is amusing to sneak in and say "Boo!"