Domestic Geek

Denver Bronco training camp started today in Greeley! I love football season. I don't know why, just do. Once upon a time, it meant that I was going to make a bunch of money. This year, with things the way they are going, who knows. I've never been to a practice up there, even during the summers I was attending school at the University of Northern Colorado. I saw plenty of players on campus, though. They had their meetings about the same time I had to be at class. I always took my non-music classes during the summers. I used to swim at Butler Hancock pool every afternoon and the guys in physical therapy for injuries would be doing excercises in the pool. It used to crack me up going to the bars (Smiling Moose, The Armory, etc.) and watching the girls so desperate to hook up with a Bronco player. The guys pretending to be Broncos to get some action cracked me up, too. All they had to do was wear a Bronco jersey to the bar and girls would swarm all over them. Pathetic.

I'm a little ticked at our real estate agent. She said her policy was to never bring anyone to look until they had been preapproved for a loan. Well, that's not been the case. One couple looked at it twice and were denied (bankrupty in the past two years or something). These people are renting a house like two blocks from here. They've seen my stuff and can tell when we're gone. Am I a little worried? Hell, yeah. Not only that, but there's two hours of my life wasted while I had to "disappear" with the dogs. I hate this process, makes me feel violated. Weird.

I'm trying to fight a bladder infection and I fear I'm losing. Man, this sucks. I'm sure it's the stress and the fact I'm not eating very well. Yippee. Sometimes I really hate being a woman.

Well, we're supposedly having Tony for the Win2K Server class starting on Monday. We'll see. Two months left!!!! WHOOHOOOO! Where does my time go? I have the final exam for Win2K Professional the day after tomorrow and absolutely no time to study. EEK!

I'm getting fed up with not feeling at home here. I hate having to keep the house in a "showing condition" in case the real estate agent brings somebody by to look. I also hate people who can't get their acts together and come view the house together. If the wife comes and looks and likes, then a few days later she brings the rest of the family. Plan ahead and come together the first time. I've got somewhat of a life and hate having to waste an hour of my life to "disappear" everytime someone wants to look.

I'm torn. I want to move to town, yet I don't want to leave my house. This is the longest I've stayed in one place (3 years) since I started college in 1984. I hate moving with a passion. I want more than anything to move "for good" and actually plant some roots somewhere. Even when I move in the next couple of months here, it will only be temporary.

I haven't posted in a few days. I've been in a really bad mood and hating life in general. Even if I had wanted to post, my freeservers site has been messed up. I wish I had money. I'd get my own server and host my own web site.

I am getting way sick of my school. I finally had a teacher that was beginning to teach me and he's supposedly being let go. What kind of nonsense is that? Yeah, he's a little egotistical, pushy, demanding, etc, but he got results. I don't know what the reasoning is for not wanting to keep him. He's probably too expensive and he pushes a Microsoft curriculum. Whatever the reason, if he's not teaching my W2k Server class in a week, I'll be in the president's office. This is crap. Just when I was starting to be a little motivated to try and learn from that school. AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!! Now I know why the completition rate of people from that school stinks.

---> BTW, I aced that midterm I was all bummed about in the last post. Yay for me.

I'm really starting to freak out now. Marcus put the old mobile home here on the market. The real estate lady said she's never had luck selling these things and it would probably be on the market awhile. People are coming out of the woodworks who want it, it seems. We have no place to move to!!! I'm panicing. Not good. Between this stress, the job sucking (sales are still way down, even with coupons going out), the whole school mess, I'm ready to crawl into a hole and hide.

I came across THIS SITE a few days ago. I'm hooked on the Collapse game.

We finally took our Win2K midterm today, at least part of it. We got to school and power was partially out in the building. After climbing 5 flights of stairs (Man, I'm way out of shape), the instructor informs us that we will be late in taking the test, if at all. He hadn't printed the test yet. He found a printer and printed out the test, only to find the copying machine had no toner and nobody had any. So, he had to print all of the pages on the printer--he was bringing us parts of the test a few pages at a time. So, we didn't get to the lab part. We get to do that tomorrow. Oh, boy. Fifty questions in all. I know I messed up a few. Here's the problem I'm having: I'm one of those learners that needs the hands-on experience. I can't get the concept just by reading. I need examples. Marcus, on the other hand, can read about things and totally get it.

All I know is, I can't wait for school to be over. I know I have a lot more to learn, I just don't want to do it there.

I bought myself a Wacom Graphire today. I've been wanting one forever, but $100 was a little more than I could justify. CompUsa has a $30 rebate until the end of the month. Resistance was futile.

Leo LaPorte from TechTv is on vacation. I miss him.

Check out this picture--

The place where my boyfriend, Marcus, works is having their annual "Christmas in July" sale, thus the inflatable snowman. We had some really bad storms last week and the poor snowman's head was ripped off. As you can tell, the repairman put the head back on wrong. LMAO I guess this picture circulated all over the company email. Anyway, the snowman was repaired correctly yesterday.

UPDATE: The higher ups there have no sense of humor. He's been told to get rid of all evidence of said snowman.