Saturday, September 20, 2008

What Does Color Say About Your Job?

I took this survey on

It's about what your color preference says about what you "should" do as a career. I gravitate towards the blues and purples, which makes me firstly an "Organizer" and secondly as a "Researcher." Key words are: Self-Control, Practical, Self-Contained, Orderly, Systematic, Precise, and Accurate. This puts me smack dab into bookkeeping, which is my career of choice. I guess I choose my college major wisely. People will always want a paycheck, and bills always have to be paid, so I've yet to have problems finding a job.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

My Girl Crush on Martha Stewart

I'll fully admit it, I have a thing for Martha Stewart. She's so authorotative and knows how to do just about anything (in a need a birthday card, I'll show you how to make one out of a ceral box and some twine type of way). I'm sure she is horrible to live with, but a part of me wishes I could be that much of a type-A bitch. I find myself watching the Fine Living Network so I catch her show. I aspire to make some of the crafts that she makes, though I'm not as gifted as she is. If I tried to emboss sheets of tin to make my own candle boxes, I'm sure I'd either hurt myself or someone else. Or maybe even burn the house down.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Strange Dreams

I had a dream on Saturday night that my husband took a transfer to the Waltham MA, Westin hotel. We had to move quickly, and in the awful Arizona housing market, we were unable to unload our house, so we rented it out ($1400 for a 5 bed, 3.5 bath, I have very detailed dreams). Because we moved so quickly, we moved in with my sister-in-law and her kids, in his childhood home in Weymouth MA. Now, this is where it gets odd. I decided that I needed completely re-do the kitchen. I mean, I totally stripped down and refinished the cabinets, bought all new appliances and got new counters installed. Painted the place too, a very pale blue (right now it's awful yellow with 20+ year old cabinets and appliances). My father-in-law hated it, pitched a fit and kicked us out of the house. He doesn't even live in the house that he kicked us out of.

So, what does this dream say about me? Obviously, I'm aching to move back to Massachusetts. It looks like I'll put up with a lot of crap if I'm willing to move into that house.

Anyone want to buy a house? $375K OBO- 5 beds, 3.5 baths. Master on 2nd floor, 2nd Master Suite/attached casita on 1st with full bath and sitting room. Cable in all bedrooms. 12X24 fenced pool, fully landscaped backyard. Just over 3000 sq ft.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

It's what you like, not what you're like that matters

That's a quote from High Fidelity, one of my favorite movies. But it got my husband and I talking. We both have a thing for horrible, awful, cheesy movies. My tastes run towards natural disaster movies, like the "10.5" made for TV series, while he likes sci-fi movies about animals and insects that have grown unnaturally large such as "Night of the Lepus." So what does this say about us? If it's all about what you like, does this mean that we both have horrible tastes? Is this a major reason why we work so well together? If it makes any difference, we both really liked the cartoon "Thundercats."

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Don't Hate Me, We Have A Pool

Adeline & Anaya jump off the elevated section of the pool wall.

There's no question. You really need to have a pool to be able to survive the Phoenix summers. Hopefully by next year the oldest two will learn to swim on their own.

Random Pictures Summer 2008

We went to Northern Arizona this summer, in late July. Frank was allowed to set the itinerary. We wound up driving to Winslow, just to take this picture.

One of many Rt 66 Markers that we passed on our trip.

A cheesy roadside attraction. "The Longest Map of US Route 66" somewhere off the highway. They didn't have any Diet Coke, but they did have a large fiberglass teepee, and lots of postcards.

Some of the rocks in Sedona. Very pretty, kind of a tourist trap.

Simple Things for Simple People

Kids are able to find utmost joy in the simple things in life, and we totally lose that when we hit teenagerhood. My oldest came home from school today and was so excited, because on Friday, she can wear whatever she wants, so long as she donates $1 to the school fund. This is a big deal for her, as she's in a uniform school, and pink is not part of the school uniform. She was pissed when I told her that she couldn't wear pink, or dresses for that matter. So, on Friday, she will be wearing either a pink Hannah Montana shirt or a pink butterfly dress. I'm sure it will all come down to her mood on that day. I wish I could be able to get that excited over something as simple as wearing a favorite shirt to school (or work).

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

My Family Has The Plague

Yes, we have The Plague. Or something else equally horrible, because whatever else would have kept me from writing witticisms daily? Seriously, I have a cold. Anaya- aka Typhoid Mary- has a cold. Avery is teething. All in all, pretty typical health conditions down here on the farm.

You may ask, why is Anaya Typhoid Mary? Because if there is something to be caught, you can guarantee that Anaya will get it, malinger, and spread it to the whole house. She gets affectionate when she's ill, and spreads the love and the germs all over the place. Between her, Avery's general bitchiness (yes, I called my one year old a Bitch, get over it. She is a bitch.), and my moments of fever induced madness, I attempt to sleep.

What sucks is that while everyone else in the house gets babied when they're sick, no one babies me. When my husband is sick, I get him water and cold pills. What does he do for me? He tells me "babe, don't breathe on me, I have 500 scrapbookers in the hotel this week and can't afford to get sick." He doesn't even get me water with the right ice cubes (I like the cubes, not the crushed ice in water, if we were talking about soda, I'd want the crushed, it's not too difficult to remember). I had to get up at 4:00 AM this morning when the older two, for reasons unknown to the rest of the world, decided to put band-aids all over themselves. No amount of kicking would wake my husband, so I needed to break up the little bathroom party that they were throwing.

That brings us to the insight of the day- Dammit, I deserve to be babied when I'm sick too.