Moody Meow

This whole working full-time thing, while GREAT for offering me structure, is shite for my blogging and writing life. I can’t pluck out enough minutes in the day to get a full thought going. At least we have paychecks coming. I think my weekends will be dedicated writing time. If I can crank it out then, then I will be able to edit during the week. I think that’s a great plan….now it’s just up to the implementation.

So, ketchup — as always.

• C&B came over on Flyday We had a lovely mac-n-cheezy dinner care of C (and it was home made!). We drank wine, laughed a lot, and played a few video games. I’m a total nerd-burger too, because I wanted to show B how neat Halo was. Unfortunately every asshat in America was playing. Figures.
• We went to Tacoma to see the sis and the fam. She had a surprise belated B-day party for G, and for his friend. A LOT of people showed up. Someone got very intoxicated and “rode” people down the “mountain.” I would like to state for the record - I was not the drunk one and I was wounded when the mountain was involved. Oh, and the mountain was actually the stairs at my sister’s house. Don’t worry. I didn’t get hurt. She, however, felt it the next day. And there are pictures. It was great.
• My first week of work was illuminating. This job is not going to challenge me intellectually. I knew that before I started, but I hoped for more responsibility. As it is now, they are taking things slow, easing me in. I’m better when I get pushed into the deep end, but they won’t do that just yet. I’ll bide my time. Their flexibility ROCKS! I had to go to the post office on Flyday, and I left @ 3:30. I don’t have to explain to people what I did for my 8 hours, or punch a clock. Hell, I don’t even have to be there by 8, but I choose to. I have 30, 60, and 90 day reviews. It’s a good place to work, it really is. I just wanted something more creative. But, such is life.
• After realizing that business casual is not my funny t-shirts and jeans, I had to go out and buy grown-up clothes. I would like to bitch for a moment. Why is fashion geared into two distinct avenues? One: frumpy and pastel - Two: tight and uncomfy. I want funk and function, goddamnit! WTF? That being said, I am also struggling to cover the tat on my chest. I honestly didn’t know it rode so high. Let’s hear it for impulsive decisions!
• I hate Tmobile. That is all.
• D had an interview with another larger company today. They are offering an awesome salary. That’s the plus. The minus? It’s kinda far, and I have to use the car for work, so he can’t take it to his jobby job. The solution is going to be a bike/bus combo that should get him where he needs to go, it will just take a while. He may have another interview offer from an ad agency downtown, but he hasn’t heard back from them yet. We could really use the cash right now. But all things come to those who wait.
• I love tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.
• Last week, I was the queen of ice-scraping. I couldn’t be the queen of ice dancing, or ice skating, because all the ice was on my car, not on the ground. And today, it never got above 40. When I drove to work this morning, the sky was clear and the coral-glow of dawn painted Mt. St. Helens. The sun rose from behind Mt. Hood, and it looked like the heavens tried to pull the white from the top of the mountain. Really, it was the winds blowing the snow, but it looked like a gossamer cloud that fluttered int he wind. My camera couldn’t have done this morning justice. I love living here.