Domestic Geek

I just love Debbie Mumm and Mary Engelbreit designs. I wish I had that much imagination to design such things. My Debbie Mumm Quilter at Work candle and candletopper that I ordered just arrived via the UPS man. I was going to post a link to the item on the website, but I guess I ordered one of the last ones because the link no longer works. :( I'll take a pic of it later this evening when I get home from work. It's so dang adorable.

Man, I just have not felt like posting lately at all. It's all SSDD. I'm not sleeping well again, either. That tends to happen when I'm feeling down. Marcus has been really sick the last few days, too. He actually called in sick today (which he never does). I hope I don't catch it. I'm not getting squat accomplished during my school hiatus. I did manage to finally finish the shed painting yesterday, though. It looks all purty.

I wish I could just go to school and not have to worry about working. My job is the biggest problem in my life right now. I'm so tired of the lame-assed petty bickering that goes on there whenever sales are slow (like they are now). I'm tired of a manager that doesn't have the guts to stand up to his employees, but then bitches to me how everyone walks all over him. I'm tired of not being able to count on income (I'm only scheduled to drive three days next week). *sigh*

See, this is why I haven't posted. Bitch and moan.

Oh, well. At least today has been pretty decent. Since I couldn't sleep last night, I got into work pretty early this morning and then I toodled up to Greeley. There was a couple of quilt stores up there that I wanted to check out. (I spend money when I'm depressed, too. Not a good plan when your income has dropped.) That town has really grown, but it is a major dump. I went to UNC from 1984-1990. I don't remember it being that bad. Fortunatley for my pocketbook, the quilt stores were a total bomb. I even stopped into the Finest Record Store to look for a used CD and it was totally trashed. That used to be a great little store. I know that Greeley is a college town and all, but I was in Fort Collins a couple of weeks ago and it's a nice place. Even the dumpier parts of Colorado Springs (where I went on Tuesday--I tend to take road trips when I'm depressed) were not even close to being as bad as Greeley.

Speaking of the Springs trip, that happened to be the day there were some severe storms along the I-25 corridor. I chickened out and decided to check out a quilt store in Monument while the storm moved over. I took some pics of the hail-covered highway. Some pretty wicked stuff. Not as wicked as the stuff they got in Nebraska yesterday. I guess hail fell as big a cantaloupes. They measured one that was just shy of a record. Scary.

Let's see. What else have I been up to? Marcus took me to see The Matrix Reloaded at the IMAX. That was kind of cool. I think that's the first time I've ever seen a movie three times in a theater. But, hey, Marcus paid. I've ordered some Adobe Illustrator books used from Amazon. I can't wait for them to show up so I can get back into becoming an Illustrator goddess. I've also got some craft stuff I'm trying to work on. Work usually has me in such a bad mood that I'm not getting very far with anything, though.

I want a calendar like this girl has on her site (that has little icons for special events). I found a tutorial to do it that it all hand-coded. I just want to modify my movabletype code. I wish I knew more about programming so I could just whip something out. Oh, well. With a little research and some struggle, I'll figure something out. I still need to figure out how to automate my mood bears, too. See, my job really gets in my way.

Well, I've been sitting outside writing this post (on my wireless enabled laptop) and the sun is starting to go down. I'm getting chilly and the mosquitos are trying to feast on me. I guess it is time to go inside.

Is it weird that one of my favorite sandwiches is cheese, butter and dill pickles? I'm having one now. It's soooo good.

Well, Marcus and Mike went to see "The Matrix Reloaded: The IMAX Experience" tonight. I couldn't go because I was working. Figures that we finally got busy (due to the rain, I think) when I could be going out on a Friday night. Oh, well. At least the tips were generous this evening. It would've totally sucked to have missed going out and not made any money.

Well, I'd better get to bed. There'll be a lot of dough to make in the morning. I'm NOT looking forward to that.

I've decided to take a module off from school. I'm so burned out that I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The module lasts five weeks and then we had a two-week summer break coming up, so I'll get seven weeks total to get my life in order and on-track. I've already been off for a week and have decided that I really need to find other employment. That is the thing that is stressing me out the most. I worked five nights last week and made a whopping $102 (when 5 days normally nets about $200). It's not going to get better anytime soon, either. Not only did the head manager hire another driver (a friend of his that comes and goes as he pleases), but we found out that the dumbass owner hasn't been putting out the mailings that he said he had and has now left for a two-week vacation. We had the slowest Saturday we had ever had this past weekend. Not good. So, I'm going to work on the old resume this afternoon (after I finish painting the shed) and take it to the placement director tomorrow and beg her to find me some other work. Even if I can only find something part-time and just dump the delivery part of the job, I'll be better off. Then I can go back to making the dough in the middle of the night when nobody is there and the ovens aren't on.

I'm grateful about one major thing, though. I'm sure glad I have Marcus. The women at work constantly gripe about their husbands/boyfriends and they seem a little miffed when I won't join in with the male-bashing. Honestly, I don't have much to compain about. I know he truly loves me, no matter what. It amazes me that after 11 years of being together, we still have great conversations. We can also be totally comfortable sitting in a room together saying nothing at all. We still have our own separate interests (ie, I'm a crafter, he mountain-bikes) , but we find time to do stuff together. I used to be depressed that he wouldn't marry me, and once I threatened the "Marry me or I'm leaving you" (he offered to help me pack), but as time goes on and more and more people that I know are getting divorced, it's not as important. I know he stays with me because he wants to, not because he has to. *sniff* I'm getting all sentimental and teary thinking about all this. I'm just glad I found him.

OK, well, I've got to get moving. I can't waste my whole time off in front of this computer!