Domestic Geek

I got an email last night from a guy I went to CollegeAmerica with informing me he was getting married. I just spoke to him on Christmas Eve and didn't even know he was seriously dating anybody. Wow, blew my mind. He's getting married in August. He's had some really bad experiences in the relationship department. I hope this one works out for him.

Ok, I'm lame, I know. I'm also way behind everybody else. I've seen these hearts all over the web and I finally found where everyone was making them. Of course, I just had to make a few. How fun!

This has got to be one of the stupidest ideas I've heard coming out of a legislator lately. This was the topic of discussion on The Sports Zoo on the drive home. Why the envy? Don't professional athletes pay enough of a percentage of their wages to taxes already? Why make visiting athletes pay even more? To fund computers in schools? What a joke. I'm sorry, but I'm one of those people that think education is funded more than enough. I've seen the waste. Does the dude (Rep. Peter Groff, D-Denver) who proposed this have some sort of Robin Hood complex? Did he want to be a professional athlete and couldn't cut it, so let's get back at them now? Was he bullied by athletes in school? One caller coined the proposed tax "taxation by occupation." If it gets approved, which group of high-paid professionals is next? I think taxes are too high as they are. I think athletes get paid too much money, but I'm not for overtaxing them to punish them. It's just stupid.

OK, how am I supposed to get any work done when the SciFi channel is showing Star Trek's "The Trouble with Tribbles?" It is one of my favorite classic Trek episodes.

Current mood: energetic
I just heard on "Live with Regis and Kelly" that this is the Chinese Year of the Horse. I'm a horse. Does that mean this is supposed to be a good year for me? What does it mean? I really need to do some research on this, I think. My interest is piqued. I could sure use a good year.

I guess Marcus' mom called yesterday. She refuses to stay at a motel while they visit. We've got a pull-out sofa, but she told Marcus she doesn't want to sleep in the living room. I'm sorry, but our house is kind of full. I guess she assumed since we live in a 3-bedroom + den mobile home that we'd have a guest bedroom. Since we have no basement and no garage, our stuff has to go somewhere. One bedroom is my craft room. One is the bunny room/workshop/garage. The den has our server racks, bookshelves, and weight machine. The third bedroom is, obviously, our bedroom and I refuse to give up my bed to anyone. She wants to spend as much time as possible with Marcus while she's here and said she'd sleep on an air mattress in the bunny room. I can see that. The bunnies chase each other around all night and sometimes the male rabbit flings pee outside the cage. She'd have a fit if she got a urine shower in the middle of the night. It also smells like rabbits in there, no matter how often you clean the cages. I don't know what the big deal is. There are two motels here is Byers and she can't see him when she's sleeping, anyway. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to their visit because I haven't seen them in years. His mom is a really nice lady. Dang, are they just being cheap? I personally would rather stay in a motel.

Speaking of the impending visit, I need to do a major sping housecleaning here. Carpets, windows, the whole deal. His mom is a real neat freak. I've got less than a month to get this all done. I've got to get the scrapbook I'm working on for her finished, too. Argh, where does the time go? (PANICING)

The sales last week were probably the nail in the coffin that is my job. The managers aren't getting their bonuses, hours have been cut, the next logical step is to get rid of my position. Obviously producing a better product with better service is not one of the options in mind. Besides, I'm not making the kind of money I want anymore, either. If it is my year, then a new job should be right around the corner. I just need get off my butt and walk around that corner.

Well, better get my butt in gear or I'll be sitting here a month from now lamenting where the time went and why didn't I have time to get anything done before his mom showed up.