Friday, January 28, 2011

Dogs are gross. I am lazy.

I didn't sleep well last night, so after Jack left for work, I decided to go back to sleep. I'm not sure how much later it was when I was woken up by that weird gulping noise that means a dog is getting ready to vomit. Reflex kicked in (this happens kind of a lot) and I immediately grabbed my little dog, Blitzkrieg, and tossed him off the bed. He tried to crawl under the bed, so I held him in place by his collar, because the only thing worse than cleaning up dog puke is having to crawl under the bed to clean up dog puke.

Blitzkrieg deposited an enormous pile of chunky, apparently-undigested dog food on the floor right beside the bed. Still-half-asleep, I stared at the big pile of vomit, which I could hardly see because my glasses weren't on, and I thought, "Man, I really don't feel like cleaning this up right now." As I sat there staring at the pile in dislike, Blitzkrieg and my other dog, Akela, both started chowing down on it.

"How nice," I thought. "Now I don't have to clean it up." Then I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Dogs are gross.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Listening pleasure

And now, for your listening pleasure, here is a pretty song that I would put as the background music for my blog if a) I could figure out how and b) it didn't annoy me a little when other people put music on their blogs that distracts me while I'm trying to read.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

If I were YW president...

I FINALLY got my guitar fixed, yaaaay! Still no luck job-hunting, but I've been fairly busy with some freelance editing I'm doing as well as studying for my ham radio license and looking for a car (which I kind of want to get before I get a job).

Jack really wants me to be a boy scout unit commissioner with him, which I wouldn't mind doing, but it's not something I'm completely gung ho (sp?) about. I kind of want to get a position with the young women (12-18) at the church because most of the YW programs I've seen have been hyper-focused on getting ready for weddings and interior decoration for your house and other frivolous stuff. I kind of want to make sure the young women are taught things they'll actually need to know, like first aid, personal management, and home repair. If I were YW president, we would be learning and reviewing first aid at least twice a year. I would also have some lessons about emergency preparedness. I think I'd even spend a little money to get a couple of the little fire extinguishers and teach everyone how to use one properly, because realistically, how many young people are confident using one in an emergency situation? Also a lesson on car repair would be useful--how to change a tire, change your oil, jump a battery, change a headlight, put on new windshield wiper blades. How about how to pick a basic indoor lock in case you have a toddler who locks himself into a room and you out of it? How to manage your own finances just in case (gasp!) you DON'T get yourself married off the day after you graduate high school. A lesson on cleaning couldn't hurt either--which chemicals to use when, what chemicals not to ever mix, how to properly use and care for vacuum cleaners, laundry machines, ovens/stoves, dishwashers, etc. How to cut your own kid's hair so you don't have to pay someone else to do it. These are things that don't get taught in school but that almost everyone needs to know. The Boy Scouts learn most of this stuff while the Young Women are writing lists of qualities their future husband will have, drawing little hearts around temples they want to get married in, and designing what they want their wedding dresses to look like. Not that I think people shouldn't get married (obviously), I just think other things are important too.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Meow

Blitzy has officially grown up. He's been trying to mount Akela. I'm so proud!

It's actually really funny, because every time he tries, she turns and snarls at him and chases him off, so he tries to sneak up behind her and rape her without her noticing. Every time she starts to turn in his direction, he scampers away. Sorry, puppy, but it just doesn't work that way!

Still no luck with the job-hunting, but I also don't have my own car yet, so it's probably a good thing anyway. I may end up being a unit commissioner with the Boy Scouts, though. Apparently I have enough experience now, and apparently they're desperate for unit commissioners, which isn't surprising. Most councils are. I just don't think I could do a very good job just because I don't like telling people they're doing something wrong, and that's 95% of a unit commissioner's job. Then again, that's 95% of what editors do too, and I also do that. Huh. I hadn't thought of that until now.

Jack's pop gave us this awesome recipe he made for linguini with shrimp and peas. The first time we tried making it, it didn't come out right, and we added way too many peas. This time, though, it was amazing! I'll definitely have to call him up and let him know his recipe was a smashing success. Also, hey, I cooked something yummy!!! :D

That's all for now.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Yaaaaaaay...

Still no luck job hunting. It depresses me that even with a college degree, I still don't even qualify to shovel horse manure. (Seriously, I was told not to even waste their time by applying for the position.) I found some really weird job titles too, such as "Kitchen Table Coordinator." Seriously? I didn't know kitchen tables needed to be coordinated. I can only assume that Kitchen Table is the name of some business or other. I've sent in a few applications, but it feels like I only qualify for one out of every 250 jobs, and I only know of so many places to search. I did find a linguistics job, but I would have to enlist in the army for it and go through boot camp, and then anytime my husband and I are both in uniform, I would have to salute him and call him Sir, and I don't think that's going to happen.

So bottom line, wish me luck.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Starting up again

I guess it's about time to start writing in my blog again.

Jack and I are living in a really nice house in Washington state. It's in a neighborhood with a playground in it and a wildlife preserve next to it. The house has a fenced yard--albeit a small one--for the puppy dogs, and the kitchen and living room of the house open onto each other and have a big vaulted ceiling, which makes the house feel even bigger than it already is. Jack's adopted sister Sarah is living with us, and she has her own bedroom and bathroom with a skylight.

We just moved in Monday, so a lot of our stuff is still boxed up, and we're in the process of acquiring furniture. For me, finding a job is more important than unpacking, but I can't find anything that I qualify for and that will interest me for three years (that's how long we'll be here). Even a lot of entry-level jobs seem to require experience working with customers, which janitorial work never really covered. I've considered just taking on a bunch of piano/trumpet/french horn students and advertising for freelance editing work, but I don't think that work alone will keep me busy enough.

Speaking of music students, my parents gave me my (are you ready for this?) dad's sister's husband's father's old trombone, which was given to my grandfather and put into storage in his shed out back for a few decades. The case is falling apart and covered in mildew, and the trombone was tarnished almost completely black. When grandpa died, apparently the trombone was going to get either thrown away or sold on eBay for twenty-five bucks, so I rescued it and polished it up last week. Turns out that except for some tiny age spots, the trombone cleaned up really really really nice. I didn't even realize until I'd spent almost half an hour with silver polish that the bell is a different color from the rest of the trombone. The outside is silver, and inside the bell is a pale brass color. Really nice for an instrument that looked like it was made out of patchy hematite last week. I greased up the slide and played it, and the sound is beautiful too. It has one tiny dent in it, but is otherwise in near-perfect condition. And they were going to just throw it away. Sheesh.

So now I'm going to learn how to play the trombone.

Also, I got that new flavor of Altoids, Creme de Menthe. They're addictive. Yummyyyyy. Maybe I'm just guzzling those because I've been cutting back on chocolate and I need SOMETHING to be addicted to. Mmmmm, Altoids. Plus they last forever because they pretty much have to be eaten one at a time. Om nom nom.

I never blogged about the other puppy we have, Blitzkrieg. He's mostly beagle, and he's really cute. So when I make reference to Blitzy, if you didn't already know, he's our other puppy that isn't Akela the husky. He turns one in April.

That's all for now.