The other woman...

I have come to the realization that there is another woman in my marriage. For quite awhile I would just find traces that she had been in my bed - a hair there, covers moved, ect. But now I know for sure. A few days ago I got up with Brighton in the night, and then went to the bathroom - I figured why not, then I'm not so desperate in the morning. Well... when I return there she is with her head on MY pillow and under the covers cuddling with Todd. Last night was even worse. She didn't wait till I got out of bed, she just climbed right in when we did. Todd even had his arm around her all night, and pushed me away when I disturbed her. Oh!! The nerve she's got!! Don't get me wrong I love her too, we have a strong bond, but not at 4am when I want to sleep in bed with my hubby, AND ONLY HIM. She is a younger woman, sleek and slender, and goes by the name of "Princess". Needless to say she is my 2 year old grey and black tabby cat. Giggle. But still, she's in my bed under my covers with her head on my pillow. Time to put the bigger bed back in... sigh

Bye Bye Chat

Well... our new addition Chat had to go home the other day. I was actually allergic to him, which is weird. He shed like crazy, which I think was the majority of the problem. Oh well, he has a good home how, and hopefully he's happy because he really was a sweet cat. Finally I can breathe better.... sigh

Random

So I haven't written in awhile mostly because of lack of time, but partly because I didn't really know what to write about. So I figured I just post some random thoughts. So I finally got Telus straightened out. I now I have a credit of $185.... so that covered my outstanding balance of about $300 plus another $185. Yep, Telus really screwed up this time. Luckily I now don't have to think about my cell phone bill for a few months. My computer has been going weird lately and just randomly shuts off for no reason. At one point I thought it was because my darling cats like to play back behind my desk and were knocking the plug loose, but alas that is not the problem. One day it will frustrate the hell out of me and I will get it looked at or just buy a new putter. Mines only about 4 years old, but in computer age it seems like it is ancient. So now I'm trying to figure out weather it is better to upgrade this one, or just buy a whole new machine, maybe someone smart can help me out??? Recently I updated my bedroom. We put a smaller bed in - the king sized water bed left us with about 1 square foot of walking space and was getting a bit ridiculous - Todd calls it my "Martha-Stewart-Eat-Your-Heart-Out" Bedroom. Giggle. So we have new linens, curtins, pillows, bed-skirts, and the works.... and it looks fantastic... well at least I think so. The only problem is that it takes like 15 mins to make the bed. Well that's not to bad once every morning, but it's a pain to try to take a nap. Most of the time I don't even want to nap, because I know the bed-making ritual will follow and I don't want to do all that effort for a 20 minute nap. Frustrating. I have now taken up napping on the sofa, which isn't as comfortable, but worth it because I'm being lazy. We recently adopted a new furry friend. This makes 4 - THIS IS MY LIMIT. As Todd says: One is lonely, two are friends, three is a crowd, four is too many, and five is just not allowed. So our new addition is named Chat. Mostly because the couple who had him had a 4 year old son and he couldn't say Cat... the hard "K" sound was difficult, and so he is now Chat. We are debating whether to keep the name or change it to Tux. He is mostly black with a white nose, chest and paws... thus making him look like he is wearing a tuxedo. Well I am out of things at the moment to ramble on about, so I am going to say good-bye to you all... have a great afternoon :)

Story I was talking about...

This is the story I was talking about in the post "Non-Profit?"


BEING A "MOM"


A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County
Clerk's office was asked by the woman recorder to
state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how
to classify herself.

"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have
a job, or are you just a...?"

"Of course, I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."

"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation; house-wife
covers it," said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found
myself in the same situation, this time at our own
Town Hall: The Clerk was obviously
a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a
high-sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or
"Town Registrar." "What is your occupation?" she
probed.

What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply
popped out. "I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and
looked up as though she had not heard right. I
repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most
significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my
pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the
official questionnaire.

"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just
what you do in your field?"

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I
research (What mother doesn't?) in the laboratory and
in the field (Normally I would have said indoors and
out.). I'm working for my Masters, (the whole darned
family) and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in
the humanities (Any mother care to disagree?), and I
often work 14 hours a day (24 is more like it.). But
the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill
careers, and the rewards are more of a satisfaction
than just money."

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's
voice as she completed the form, stood up, and
personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my
glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab
assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I
could hear our new experimental model, (a 6- month-old
baby) in the child development program, testing out a
new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on
bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records
as someone more distinguished and indispensable to
mankind than "just another Mom."

Vacuum Salesmen

Has anyone been a victim to the TriStar vacuum people. Or any salesman.... I swear those guys never give up. Not that their product isn't good, but I'm not spending close to $3000 for a vacuum. No way! I have had them call me more times than I care to think about. Well last night I finally gave in. I figured if I let them come, give their little demo and then told them "no thank you" that maybe they would leave us alone. So they tell us that someone will come between 7-8pm. Seven rolls around, no one.... 7:30, no one.... Eight, still no one. Ok now this is just getting rude. So at 8:15pm I call them and say that someone was supposed to be coming and didn't show and in no uncertain terms that I'm not happy. The guy politely tells me that the salesman got held up at the last house and should be over shortly. Finally, at 8:45 he shows up. I tell him that it is past my kids bedtime so give me the "short" version. The short version still takes an HOUR. I would have hated to see the long version. Then it gets down to the "so what do you think moment?" Roughly translated into "So are you going to buy one, or do I need to pressure you a bit more?" This guy finally cuts the price down to $1500, but that's still an awful lot. Both Todd and I thought about it, since right now we have a $80 Wal-Mart vacuum, but decided against it. Plus I could buy 15 or more of my Wal-Mart vacuum to equal that price. Thanks, but no thanks TriStar. Finally at around 10pm the guy leaves, and I can get my kid to sleep. There was one positive side to it... the guy gave me a scratch and win card, and I won 2 nights and a resort of my choice (well they give me a list and I can choose). Which is ok... Todd and I think we will use it for our anniversary. Hopefully Brighton will be ok enough to stay at Grandma's for that long.... but only time will tell...

Bringing In A New Year

Welcome to 2006... does it feel any different? It sure as hell doesn't to me. Maybe I have just had bad experiences with bringing in the New Year, but it's not really a big thing for me. In the last 5 years I have spent 2 of them pregnant, 2 of them in the hospital, and 1 I still don't really remember. Not a really good track record going on here. So last night we make plans with friends. Sure whatever, it still just feels like a movie and eats to me, but I'm in for it. We went to the movie Fun With Dick and Jane, it was ok, but I'm not sure I'm glad I spent $17.00 for 2 people to see it.... it was a renter in my opinion. After the show we go back to my friends place and have an oil fondue... it was surprisingly good. I have had chocolate and cheese fondues before, but never oil... it kind of reminded me of deep frying everything though, and I'm wondering if I will suffer from an early heart attack from it. After the eats we sat down to play a few games, guys against girls. Of course we females being the greater sex won both times, two different games :-P Aren't I a good sport? (I can almost see the sarcasm on that one:-) So it's like 20 minutes to midnight and what do we do, we watch the TV.... Ok I'm all into the cool fireworks and everything, but I don't want to watch everyone else party while I wait for 20 minutes for the stupid ball to drop. Whoopee don't we know how to have a good time. It hits 12:00 and we all say our Happy New Year's and then basically went to sleep. Don't get me wrong, I generally had a good time, but it felt like any other Saturday night with friends. So it comes down to this... Really, what is there to do on New Years Eve? If you live in a bigger city somewhere they usually have some big to-do, but not here... the fireworks actually went off at 10pm here because it was "Family Fest". Ok, so no big city party, no real fireworks... all I'm left with is the bars. Bars are ok, but I've done that phase of my life. I'm married now, and I don't want to go rub up next to some sweaty idiot who's probably had one to many Corona's looking to get "down and dirty" (One guy actually said that to me once "Hey baby, we should go get down and dirty in the back of my car"... ok that's basically about the time I stopped going to the bar - gross!!) So I've got nothing... I told Todd next year I'm flying to New York for New Years, at least their fireworks go off at midnight... sigh