Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Think, think, think June! Still nuthin'! Isn't that just the way it goes? I've even tried NOT thinking about it. So it would just come to me. Still no luck.
So....I'm sorry. I had something very funny and witty to share with you. But since my mind has turned to mush - I can't remember what the hell it was!
Might as well have a drink. Pass the box please.
PS I did discover the show "Real Housewives of NJ" last night. With Ward being off, he is finding things to do. So....he had satellite installed. "But, June - it's CHEAPER than cable. And look at that picture!" Blah, blah, blah......Whatever. So I plant myself down last night and start skimming thru the 5,044 channels and found BRAVO. And was glued to the TV all night. Only leaving it briefly to refill my glass. It was like I knew I shouldn't be watching this trash, but I just couldn't look away! We may be the "Real Housewives of Blogworld" but I am here to tell you we have nothing on these bitches. They are certifiable whackjobs! This is reality tv at it's lowest. And I loooooooove it! There's name calling, hairweave pulling, stupidity - "My husband's always been an entrepreneur. That means he owns his own business.....right?" are you asking me or telling me lady? - cop calling, lawsuit filing, energist bullshitting and all kinds of "ohnoshedinnnt" going on! If you haven't seen it, and you need something to show you that your life ain't so bad after all - as if this blog doesn't do it for you - watch it! Trust June. And don't be stupid like Ward and ask how can I watch this crap! Because I pay the bills buddy and if I "forget" to pay the satellite bill you can say bye-bye pretty picture. And trust me, if they cancel my satellite it will hurt me way more than it hurts him!
Anyway, IF I remember what I was going to blog about, I'll be sure to let you know!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Ward has gone to interview AGAIN - for the big federal agency. This is his 2nd time out there. He didn't get hired on the 1st time. They haven't filled that position yet. But this time he is testing with 11 other people. Of those 11, 5 already work there as temps and trying to get on full time. There are 3 positions open. You do the math. I can't. I just can't even think that he will go through this interviewing process twice, being completely qualified, and not get the job. It'll kill whatever's left of his self esteem. He's been notified that he's being "considered" for a 3rd position as well. Which means another interview process. But what else can you do? You can't give up. You have to keep going. I never was a cheerleader, but I'm doing my best to keep him positive. The whole government hiring process just sucks. The guy that runs the center wants Ward, but he can't just hire him. That's not how the government works. Ward has to apply, compete and then hopefully come out on top. Then the head dog can hire him. There's a whole point system that figures in too. He gets so many points for being prior military. But the points he is lacking are the one's the temps have. So....he just has to hope he comes out on top during the other stages of the interview process. I think they should give him bonus points for being married to June Cleaver all of these years. I have a mind to call and tell them that, but we've already decided it's not a good idea to go "Kitty" on them. At least not while they are still in the "considering" phase of things! Again, I find myself at a point in life that I just want to be past this part. I want it to be a year from now. Whatever is going to happen - is going to happen. I want it to just happen so life can go on. You know?
And it's not like he'll even find out today, or tomorrow, or even next week if he has the position. It takes for-ev-er and a day for them to fill the positions. So....more waiting, wondering, hoping and praying!
Friday, July 16, 2010
It's Friday....and I don't feel like working. Got back from Vegas on Monday. Went to work on Tuesday. And after working on Tuesday, Wednesday and "kind of" on Thursday - I don't want to work today. I blame it on Vegas. I never should have gone. It's not the place to be when you come from a family of drinkers. Seriously, if there were an Olympic sport for drinking, my ancestors would have brought home gold, silver and bronze! They drink all day - every day - in Vegas. I felt the after effects on Tuesday when I was craving a red beer at 10 in the morning. It's ok when you are in sin city...not so good when you are sitting at your desk dealing with a bitch of a customer!
Anyway...I have a confession to make. We didn't really just say "screw it" and take off to Vegas without giving any thought to the impending $1,000/mo paycut we were facing. I mean we took the trip. But the 91 year old owner of the company I work for was the benefactor. He called me in his office one day and said he had two free airline tickets that he would like to give to Ward and I. (Disclaimer: It was on a regional carrier - so it wouldn't take me to Italy. Just in case Motherhen is reading this.) We took him up on his offer. Then he called me in his office again and gave me a check to cover most of our expenses. It made me cry. He said he appreciated all that Ward had done for the city and was sorry for what they had done to him. I've worked for this man for 14 years now and he never ceases to amaze me. He still comes in to work everyday. He is kind, softened in his older years. I didn't work here when he was younger, but I've heard he was tough! So.....June didn't lose all of her pearls. The trip was almost completely paid for! Although I do still have the screw it attitude!
We had a good time. And now we're back to reality. Back to Ward trying to find something to do daily - to keep busy. To take his mind off of the fact that he's not working. The tension is back. The worrying is still nagging in the back of my mind. It won't always be like this. I know. He has an interview on Monday and I am just hoping and praying that he gets this job. It would be something that he would enjoy.....and way less stressful than the "other" job he had. And if he doesn't, well, we'll just deal with it.
I think my trans am is about to call it quits. It's only 11 years old. I'm not sure what that translates into in dog years.....but she's showing her age. It takes a couple cranks on the key to get her to start up. The oil pressure gauge jumps back and forth. I'm just waiting for it blow! The driver's seat has started to tear....exposing whatever that stuff is that they put it seats. Whatever it is, it gets stuck to my shirt and looks like I've been eating Cap'n Crunch and saving some for later. The passenger side is still dented where I whipped a little too quickly into a parking space and hit the hitch of one of those monstrous pick-up trucks. Road hog! And now the cover on the right headlight doesn't close properly. Looks kind of like she's winking. I think it's cute. I'm sure Ward won't think it's too cute when I tell him some guy backed into me the other night in the pouring rain. After we both got out and inspected - and found no damage - we both went on our ways. It just looked like there was a little dirt on my bumper. And being that's it's a tupperware bumper, it just wiped off. No harm done. Or, so I thought. I got home that night. Pulled into the garage and went into the house. Came back out to the garage to do some laundry and noticed her winking at me! Shit! My lights had been on and I didn't realize he had come up that far over my bumper. I didn't have his info either. Oooooohhhhh! Yeah! I was involved in an accident. I didn't notify the police. AND I didn't exchange info with guy! Before you people start judging - it was in the p-o-u-r-i-n-g rain. I was already late getting home after shopping for the trip and was trying to sneak a couple of pairs of shoes into the house before Ward noticed. I had guilty written all over me. He was not going to believe that I wasn't the one that caused the damage this time. I was just the idiot that didn't want to get wet and figured everything was ok!!! So, I pushed down on the cover as hard as I could and went back in the house. I'll deal with that later! People say that the condition of their closets, or their purses, directly relates the way their lives are going. For me? It's my car. Rough around the edges.....showing the wear and tear!
I had actually gone shopping to find a bra. A strapless bra. I hate bra shopping. I needed one that would at least put the twins back in the region that they were located in years ago - as opposed to sitting on top of my stomach. It's a much more slimming look to have them perched a little higher! Trust me. After trying on 52.5 bras.....I settled on one that works pretty well. I don't know when I went from a C cup to a D....but whatever. I do not like to have any boob spillage going on, so that was the reason for the D. To make myself feel better after having to go up a cup size, I tried on a couple of pairs of shoes and bought a cute pair of brown sandals. That didn't quite ease the pain. So....I tried on another pair - and it was on clearance. So, I bought those too! I felt MUCH better. I try to do my share to stimulate the economy whenever I can.
I had to pay for Wally's apartment yesterday. The same apartment that he will not be occupying for another month. If it wasn't paid for, he would lose it. So....instead I lost it. Say bye-bye to $200! But children, especially educated ones are just priceless. Aren't they? Please tell me they are!
That about sums it up. Wrecked my car, lied about being carefree, went to Vegas, came home, don't want to work, don't want to deal with Ward being retiredly unemployed, don't want to deal with the fact that I need to get some type of exercise back in my life and lastly don't want to deal with Wally leaving back to college - AND HAVING TO CREATIVELY BUDGET FOR IT! Who says we need to pay the electric bill and water in the same month? Wally needs books dammit! See? I could have just said those 4 sentences instead of typing 6 paragraphs of mindless ramblings! You missed me. Didn't you?
Even if you didn't, pass a glass.....
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Ok....so we didn't shrivel up and die. The earth did not open up and swallow us both. Although, many times over the last couple of weeks, I wished it had. This whole "retirement" thing has been an adjustment - for both Ward and I. I know it's harder on him. But this is my blog, so I get to detail how hard it is on ME! Really, it hasn't been so hard on me. It could be that I've switched from my drink of choice to salty dogs....something about vodka that just gives you this nice little idon'tgiveashitwhatyoupeoplearethinking feeling that I kinda like! Or it could be the fact that I have something to look forward to. We are going to Vega$ people! That's right. My husband was just forced into early retirement and we are facing a $1000/month paycut and Wally is headed back to college in a few months, but what the hey? We're doing what any old, married couple would do - we're losing our freakin' minds! And we don't care! And this post already has way to many exclamation points in, but I don't care! I am just so exclamated at this point! We've spent our lives doing what we were "supposed" to do and shit still happens. So, might as well do what is fun!
So...I've never been. Ward went once for training. Took us for-ev-errrrrr to pick out a room. I want this to be just right. It's sorta a combination "happy forced retirement honey" & "twenty year wedding anniversary" trip all rolled into one. I made a comment on Facebook about it taking longer to pick out a hotel than it did to name the boys. Beaver took exception to this and has decided to pay us back by having a party while we are gone! The child had the gall to post it on Facebook. All I have to say is if that child gives me any reason to blog about anything that happens while we are out of town, I will have to post it after his funeral. In the famous words of Bill Cosby, "I brought you into this world and I can take you out" And it helps that my best friend lives across the street! You know? To keep an eye on them! Not that they would do anything. Not those teenage angels of mine!
We leave Thursday. Can't wait. Don't want to fly. But I don't want to drive either. So,flying it is. I hear they serve vodka on the plane! I'll tell you all about my adventures when I get back. For those of you on Facebook, you'll know quicker than the rest about what happened in Vega$......wait, I forgot....what happens in Vega$, stays in Vega$! Sorry, you'll just have to make up your own stories about what happened!
PS I haven't really switched my drink of choice. I did discover that I like vodka. But once again, I have to keep the whole Irish heritage in check and can't drink that stuff too often lest I turn into a raging drunk. Slushy lushy is ok. But falling down drunk is not attractive on any 40 year old lady.