Domestic Geek

I forgot to mention this, but yesterday my supervisor was hinting about something happening in two weeks. He said something about help coming for the archiving part of my job. I couldn't get him to elaborate, though. Am I being given more responsibilities? Will I get a raise? I don't know and it's driving me mad!

What sucks is I can't pester him all next week about it because he's going to be on vacation. Dang it!

Keep your fingers, eyes and toes crossed that it is a raise. A big raise.

An old friend from college (who is a little older than I) told me a few years ago that when I passed 40, my life would get way better. She told me that it's like a magic age where all of a sudden the petty crap that plagues you earlier in life just doesn't matter anymore. It's when you start to discover who you are and really begin living life. You reprioritize (is that even a word?) what's truly important.

Honestly, I didn't really believe her.

Now that I'm less than a month away from my 41st birthday, I finally see what she meant. I don't dwell on piddly stuff like I used to. I've taken an attitude of, "Hey, this is who I am. Take it or leave it. I really don't care what you think of me." I'm starting to find that stuff is less important than experiences (except for computer stuff, that is!).

Granted, having been blessed with finding a man that loves me and sticks with me no matter what has been the most wonderful thing that could've happened to me. I can totally be who I am with him and be totally comfortable. I am grateful for his strength and his wisdom. He truly is my soul mate. I pity women who are afraid for their fellas to see them naked or without their makeup. I can not imagine being in a relationship where you can not discuss things and have intelligent conversations. How sad that some partners can not even show their true selves.

I still have a lot of negative self-talk and chatter that goes on in my brain, but more and more I'm recognizing it for what it is and trying to let it go. I have lots of big plans for me in the near future. I'm finally beginning to believe I can make them a reality.

When I was leaving late for work on Friday, I saw that a bunch of kids were standing at the bus stop on our street. I was thinking to myself that it was kind of early for them to all be going back to school already. I mean, it was only August 10th. Well, I checked the Aurora Public Schools web site when I got home from work and it turns out that school actually started last Tuesday. WTF? What kind of craziness is this? Do kids only get two months off now?

What's truly sad is they seem to spend more and more time in school, yet learn less. I don't get it.

OK, not really, but Marcus is off with Mike in Colorado Springs to do their annual Pikes Peak hike.

I am a little weirded out being home all alone. I couldn't put my finger on why until earlier today. This is the first time that Marcus has been away that I didn't have a dog in the house to keep me company. I need to find a way to remedy this situation sooner than later. I really hate not having a dog.

I had all of this stuff planned to do in his absence, but I've gotten off track. I had a yummy dinner at Chili's with dad. They're got this new rewards card thingy and since I signed dad up, we got a free appetizer tonight. Since it was N/C, I picked the most expensive one they had — a sampler plate. We got fried cheese, boneless wings and spinach artichoke dip. I love that stuff, but Marcus won't eat artichokes. Dad liked it. I guess I'll need to learn to make it.

I've spent the rest of the evening relaxing on the couch. I guess one just needs to do that once in a while, huh?

Man, I am definitely not as young as I used to be. Here it is late Tuesday night and I still haven't recovered from this weekend. I'm dead on my feet, but still can't sleep. I've been in a really pissy mood, too. Yesterday I was ready to quit my job and bite the head off the next person that said anything to me. I was definitely having a case of the Mondays. When my supervisor asked what was wrong and I told him I was tired and why (the blogathon), he said, "Well, that was stupid." Maybe, but it was for charity, dang it. Grrrr. Sometimes I don't think those people Marcus and I work with get us. More on that in a future post.

I hate grocery stores. With. A. Passion! Why do they always seem to be out of the one item I went to that particular store for? Today I went to Target to get a rotisserie chicken that Marcus really likes for dinner (since I'm trying to eat healthier). Noooo, they're out of chickens. So, I don't get the rest of the stuff I need since there are only 3 check stands open and I didn't want to wait in line for two items. I head to King Soopers and you'll never guess: they also have no warm rotisserie chickens. WTF? I pick up one from the refrigerated case and head over to get his Caesar salad mix and I was going to get some spinach. No fresh spinach. At all. Now I'm pissed.

Stupid grocery stores.