Thursday, December 30, 2010

Merry Belated Christmas

So I didn't have time to update before I left. Sue me ;o) That was a crazy few days, followed by more insanity. The short version is, I had a great time being home and in Texas. We went home Thursday night, hung out with his family and called it a night. Xmas eve morning we met my dad for breakfast and to exchange gifts.

So then we celebrated with my mom's side at my Gram's house. We went back to my ILs and celebrated with them after that! I don't think we all went to bed before 3am. MIL was hilarious this year because normally we open gifts and spend most of Christmas day with them. With us leaving this year, everyone rearranged to be with us on the 24th, which is also SIL & FIL's bdays! MIL usually buys me pajamas every year, which I love. This year FIL and BIL needed a new pair too. So what does she do? She went and bought everyone these green and blue plaid flannel jammies that are hilarious. They were all huge on us girls, the crotch around the knees. The facial hair of the guys made them all look like creepy rapers at first. Anyway, she somehow managed to get us all into them to open our presents and we had our own Griswald family Christmas. You know you're a bunch of hilljackers when gifts include guns, gun parts, ammo, car parts and booze. Yup. I love this family, in a pink puffy stuffed animals kinda way. They had me at hello. I love that over the last 8 years I've gone from a pampered princess who didn't know how to put windshield wiper fluid into her car or how to cook a meal from scratch to an gun shooting, cooking/baking lover, renovating diva! Not that I am awesome at any of those things...but at least I try!

So where was I...oh yeah the pajamas. The ILs spoiled us all this year. We got this awesome replica Stanley Cup trophy from the Bradford Exchange from the Chicago Blackhawks championship last season. It is beyond cool. It will look awesome on the bar in our sports room downstairs...if we ever get to finish it, lol. I got the Michael Jackson Wii game, the Epic Mickey Wii game (hey Walt...did you get it too?!?), gift cards to Joann's, Home Depot, Chilis, Olive Garden (ok, we rarely go to those two places but I appreciate them and I'll take a free meal out with K!) and some other places. I think that my favorite gift has to be the trip. I am lumping that in with the gifts because my dad and other grandma gave us some money that offset the cost for us even more.

To say that my grandma was surprised would be a gross understatement. She opened the door and saw us both there and she lost it. She loved it. Of course her first words were "What the HELL are you doing here?!" I told her I could leave if she wanted me to :o) This is my "fun" grandma. Not that my other one isn't fun but this one loves to gamble, drink a few beers, swear, watch trashy tv - she's the one who had me watching her soaps from the age of 5 until present. It's nothing out of the ordinary for one of us to call the other to call a character on the show a lying, cheating whore. We're so nice. Last time I surprised her her first words were "You little shit!" While down there I learned that they think BFF means best fucking friend. I think that is forever how I will refer to this phrase now. It has a much sweeter ring to it, doesn't it? lol

K saw first hand what I have been telling him about Texas all these years. I have loved this state from the first time I stepped foot in it. There's something casual and homey about it. Sure there are things about some of it's conservativeness that would drive me crazy but it's the same here. I would move down there in a heartbeat. Now K is seriously considering it. He liked where my g-parents live. I gave him the grand tour of the area (not that much to show, lol!) and it fits him. Maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to make the move someday.

Ok...other than all that...I am out of updates. The Culligan man was just hear installing our new water softener. Buhbye iron! Good riddance! Our bed is finally going to be delivered today, in a couple hours hopefully. It was supposed to be in weeks ago, by Dec 3rd but they were back-ordered. I called to complain and got free delivery and set up out of it so I guess that works. Now of course I need to go clean up under the bed. I do NOT want to be completely embarrassed when they are here. :o) Pics of trip and the longer rant of the state of my (un)employed ass to come later.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

So I'm NOT an employee again

This calls for a longer post. It really does. However, I don't have time right now so I'll edit it later. Basically the recruiter and his agency and my boss couldn't come to terms with my contract and how I was going to be paid so I can't go in anymore legally according to my recruiter. They should have had all their shit ironed out before I started. I'm pissed at the whole situation. Anyway...I'll be back to update as long as I get all the shit done on my list before we leave for Chicago tomorrow and Texas on Saturday.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Things dogs do

There's a catchy title huh? And no I'm not talking about doggie style either. This is just about (trying to) having sex in a household with a dog. A whackadoodle dog. Having sex in a household with a dog shouldn't be hard, right? Wrong. So dead wrong.

Picture yourself making out with your SO. Things are getting a little frisky. It's not baby-making sex. You're finally having sex because you want sex and you don't care if his sperm miraculously finds your egg. It's naughty time. Let's say things start off while you're at the kitchen sink washing dishes and somebody comes up behind you and starts rubbing your back. A little kiss here and there...a little groping...clothes coming off. Kitchen sex? Niiice. Oh but's 5 o'clock and the mutt knows it's 5 o'clock and since it's 5 o' he wants to eat. He neeeeds to eat. If he doesn't eat he'll just die right.this.instant. And so there you are laying on the ground with SO half nekked and the dog is dropping his bowl next to your head because, well, that's what he does when it's food time. Or when he's thirsty. Or just because he thinks he gets a treat. So you laugh, jump up and throw some food and water into his dishes and you guys decide to go to the bedroom since he's now eating right there. Seems like a good plan huh?

Now picture you're in the bedroom and you hear the click click click of his little whackadoodle paws down the hallway to your room. The door is shut but not locked. Doesn't matter anyway..he'll just scratch at the door and cry bloody murder that you, god forbid, left.him.alone.for.five.minutes! The nerve. So he manages to open the flippin cheap ass door and you both laugh again because at least he's cute, right?

Except now you have a cheering section. And he's protective of his people. So he might not know that getting up on his hind legs so he can see better and protect us is not what we were after. Nor were we in the mood to have him jump up and try to lay down at the foot of the bed...where we were. So when you push him down he gets pissy. And he steals your underwear. Again. And you don't figure it out until you're trying to get dressed and you can't find them. Again. And when you do, the crotch is completely eaten. Again. That makes pair number 3 in two weeks. And this time you even put them in your jeans in the hamper thinking he wouldn't get them. Little whackadoodle fucker.

Ah the joys and unexpectancies of being a 4 year old puppy owner.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Happy Day


I Got A Job! Yup yup yup. I got the call this morning, accepted and got my first assignment (um...anyone have some notary info they can share, lol). I start full time on Monday. Woo Hoo! So now I have decided that this weekend is going to be me + my jammers + Christmas movies and that's about it.

Tomorrow during the day I am going to be doing a bit of running around and then I'm going out for drinks for a friend's 30th birthday. Friday is K's company's holiday party. I also don't plan on doing anything but sleep in on Friday, try to clear out the dvr of my soaps and relax. Ahhhh, the last days of nothingness.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Piss in your Cheerios

So I don't really have a point to this entry. I wouldn't blame you if you skipped reading. I was talking with "Walt" today and we were laughing because it seems like her wtf face came over to me today and pissed in my cheerios. You know how you have those days where you really don't have anything terribly specific to be upset or angered by but yet you are? That's me today. I was in a fine mood until I got home from my interview this morning. I got home and idk...just seemed like I changed out of my good mood when I changed out of my suit.

The interview on Friday went well and led to the working interview yesterday. I was there from about 1 to almost 5. I'm not completely sure when the decision will be made but hopefully soon. I also had that second interview with the other company from last week today. I felt like I was in front of a firing squad. I met with two executive directors and two upper level managers. Nothing like bringing on the pressure right off the bat. I think overall it went very well and they seemed to like me. I know they mentioned that they had another interview this afternoon, one on Friday and one on Monday so I don't expect to hear from them before early to mid next week.

K's birthday was Friday and his parents came up and we had a good time this weekend. The only thing that I am slightly annoyed with is that he in fact DID have a good birthday (see, I told you, piss in cheerios today). I'm a birthday person. Some people are, some aren't. I get excited for anyone's birthday. I love celebrating days people were born and I like when it's my turn. Anyway, the last two of mine have sucked. This past one K didn't even get me a card. Nothing. I play the martyr and told him not to buy me any presents because we didn't need to spend the money (which is true, I don't need gifts). So he listened. A little too well. I mean, I would have been super happy to get a simple post-it birthday note from him. Maybe some flowers. Nope. So last month he got this $20 off $100 coupon from Guitar Center. And there was this amp that he just had to have. So I let him get it. I told him, It's your birthday, Christmas and Valentine's Day present from me to you. We're not big gift people. Except it seems I'm always still buying him gifts for bdays and holidays while I get shafted. And we have the discussion each time about how I would be fine with just a card. And yet it never seems to change.

What else am I irrationally angered by today? Who knows. ;o) We're heading to Red Robin so he can collect his free birthday burger and then doing more Christmas shopping. Maybe I'll buy myself something, hahahaha. Bah Humbug. (oh and I reserve the right to delete part of this when I start feeling guilty later on :o)  )

Friday, December 3, 2010

December 3rd, 2nd post - the sad one, RIP Ronnie

I wish I wasn't writing this but I am. Chicago is mourning a huge, huge loss today. Ron Santo, Ronnie to the world, passed away overnight. I never knew Ronnie personally but I am mourning non-the-less. I couldn't stop crying before and after the interview. To some, this might sound completely irrational. Crying big alligator tears for some baseball player and commentator?? You've never grown up with Ronnie if you think this way. I wish there was a way to put him into a simple explanation. There's just no possible way to do that. I'm not even a Cubs fan. I'm a southsider - The White Sox have always been my team. However, I married into a Cubbie family. I gained a friend when listening to the radio for Cubs games. Ronnie was everyone's friend. He was the biggest fan of the Cubs and baseball in general. A phenomenal third baseman, number 10 has been shafted by the Hall of Fame for far too long. He was one of the best "things" about the game. He's so endearing to K and me that we joked that if we have twin boys, we might have to name them Pat and Ronnie, as the signature signoff goes.

Ronnie had a way about him. You couldn't help but become utterly entertained by him. He could talk balls and strikes and throw a conversation about birthday cakes into the count, " Pat, what's your favorite birthday cake?" "Carrot is my fav Ron....(around 2 minutes on is this long conversation and it is beyond priceless, especially at minute 4)" One of the funniest radio conversations I ever heard from him was while we were actually on our way to Wrigley to catch a game against Cincinnati, he was talking about the Red's Wily Mo Pena. I can still hear him stop mid-sentence about Pena's threat to the Cubs and exclaim "Hey Pat (his co-host)! He spells it like Wily Coyote (even though he doesn't..)! Heheh. Who would you be Pat? The roadrunner or Wily? That roadrunner is a tricky little devil." Pat couldn't respond because he was chuckling so hard.

He wasn't the type of commentator that was PC about his disappointments. When they bumbled, he expressed exactly what you were thinking at home. He shrieked and shouted and hollered. He cried. He butchered names. Did you know that WGN radio, the Cubs radio home, never had a delay...until the Cubs acquired Kosuke Fukudome. He couldn't get Fukudome out right (Foookadohmeh) It came out Fuckadoomey. Classic.
 Ron lost both of his legs to complications from diabetes not too many years ago. He was never one to complain. He never let on if something was bothering him - unless of course a Cubbie struck out or dropped a routine fly ball. He wore his heart on his sleeve and he never gave up on those bad news Cubs. When his number was retired at Wrigley, there were no dry eyes in the vicinity. As he put it, That was HIS Hall of Fame. I'm so sorry that he will never see himself get inducted. It's a shame on the sport that you weren't inducted years ago. You should be inducted both as a player and a broadcaster.
Yes Ronnie, you will be missed. Not just by your family, former teammates, coworkers and biggest fans. You will be missed by everyone who knows and loves Chicago baseball. You were and will continue to be the best Cub in my book. Thank you for all that you have done for health research & fundraising, for baseball, for the greatest city in the world and for radio listeners. God Speed, Rest in Peace. This Sox fan declared today that for the next year I shall be a Cubs fan in your honor. Maybe you can pull some strings from above and help these boys bring it on home. We love you Ronnie and you will be missed undeniably so.

For those not in the know:

December 3rd, 1st post - the happy one

Today is K's birthday and he ended up taking a half day off of work. His parents and brother are coming up after all. His bro got a meeting scheduled with the football coach at UWO for tomorrow morning. It wouldn't be K's bday if his parents didn't come up. What a momma's boy ;o) That's ok. I love them. I like when they come up here.

The other good part of the day - the interview went well I think. I have a second one on Monday afternoon. Good things are happening finally! Thanks for all the emails and comments wishing me good luck! They really keep my spirits up!

Thursday, December 2, 2010

December 2nd...not too shabby either

Well, I am definitely liking December so far! I got a call from the recruiter again and he said that he was sending my resume off to another potential employer and he thought I had a great chance for getting an interview. And I DID! I have one for tomorrow morning with this new potential job. I went and got may nails done. I was growing the fakies out and thought this weekend I would give myself a manicure and get them looking decent but this was sooo much easier. Now I'm back to having a fun time typing. They squared them off a little more than I normally like, even though I said to round them. Eh, whatever. I can deal.

Tomorrow is K's birthday and I'm going to have to bake him something to bring in to work. I can't decide what to make and he doesn't really care what I make. He said cookies will be easiest so I guess that's where I will start.

Wish me luck tomorrow (please and thanks)!!!

December starts off with a bang!

I had this saved as a draft from this afternoon but I'm glad I didn't post it. I heard an update from my recruiter. He said that in talking to the HR chick at K's company that she said it was between me and one other person and that I was the front runner. However, they decided to make the job a little different than what they intended, something about making it more math based (?wth?) and thus they are re-evaluating who they need to be interviewing. Awesome huh? I guess on one hand I'm pretty happy that I was the front runner. On the other hand, I wish they had said there were 500 applicants and 100 of them were rocket scientists so I had no shot ;o)

While on the phone with him I had another call come through and it was some other potential job calling me! I applied to this job about a month ago and I remember telling K about it. I thought it sounded interesting and I didn't know if they would call me because it was in a different industry but doing sort of the same skill set. Well, she called and it went well. She wants me to come in for an interview with the managers I would be reporting to next Tuesday! I'm so excited. I really hope it goes well and I get the position. I'm not sure what a starting date would be. With the holidays approaching I wonder when they would want the person they choose to start? I would start whenever they would want me to but I'd also love it if they want someone Jan 3rd ;o) Then I can still not have to worry about the holiday travel being crunched.

Speaking of the holiday travel...I've been looking into cashing in my rewards points through Chase and I had enough on Monday to almost cover my plane ticket to see my Grandma. Today the plane tickets shot up almost $300 more!!! I'm so bummed. I hope that they go back down. K and I really want to go. His company does a shutdown. Normally he will work it because the plant workers are the ones that have the true shut down but this year they are saying that they are doing software updates and you can't be in the building. He says they are full of shit. But that's a week off for him that doesn't count against his vacation time.

Last night while on the phone with my dad I ended up telling him about our possible plans. It stemmed from him calling and asking what we wanted for Christmas. I told him cash. He replied, what about gift cards? I said cash is cool. He said what about gift cards? I said dad, cash is just fine. He said what about gift cards. I gave up and was like Menards or Joanns, whatever. When I called him back I told him that I said cash because we would take that and apply that to the cost of our airfare for going down there. He was surprised. He goes "You want to fly down to see Grandma? That's cool. She'd love it!" I said, yeah that's why I said cash so it would bring our costs down. There's nothing I *need* this Christmas (other than a job or new truck, lol) nor is there anything out there this year that I want want want. He told me "Hmmm, that's sounds good about your trip. Let me talk to (stepmom) about it and get her opinion. I'll get back to you." I shook my head and got a tad frustrated. Why does she have to have a say in what he gets his daughter? I'm sure he doesn't get veto power with what she wants to get her kids. I'm sure he quite frankly doesn't CARE what they get her kids. He goes with the flow. So why can't he just make the decision to help pay for our trip? I know I don't get to dictate presents and I'll be gracious with whatever they do or do not get me but I know he probably really wants us to go down there. He loves his mom and he knows that she loves me like no other. I'm her only grandchild. I'm her life and he knows it. She would be beyond excited for us to show up on her doorstop on Christmas Day. She would scream, cry and jump for joy. I know her. I want to do this for her. I surprised her once before for Mother's Day and it made her year. K has never been to TX to visit her or my grandpa so I know this would be the best present we could give her.

So....keep your fingers crossed for me that things start to work out. The truck is almost ready to drive again (hopefully), the job interview, the trip....I hope December 2010 brings a wonderful ending to an otherwise disappointing and frustrating year.