Yay for California!

Today's post is not about me, for a change. No complaining about boredom or joblessness. No whining about my poop class (which is over and I got a B!! woo-hoo!!!) or the fact that I am sitting outside with no smokes. ok, that was about me a little bit...but NO MORE!!!!

Today is about a decision made by the Supreme Court of CA back in May. A decision that goes into effect at 5:00pm this wonderfully balmy afternoon. The state has finally lifted the ban on same-sex marriages! At 5:00, every same-sex marriage that takes place will be legal. No more "commitment" ceremonies. Now they can get married and possibly fuck it all up just like the rest of us hetero's!!

In times where global warming is a constant reminder that we need to take care of the planet and the never ending wars and violence are a constant reminder that we need to take care of each other, it thrills me that I live in a state that has let this happen.

California, with all your wacky liberals and crazy laws and earthquakes and traffic and ridiculous housing prices....I have never loved you more and I have never been prouder.

madness with a side of lazy please

It's been awhile, my dears. It must mean that things have been so exciting and my days have been so jammed packed with goings on that I just haven't had time to blog right? Riiiiight. I wish I could say that. I've been lazy and quite frankly, the laptop has been bothering me as of late. It's like a reminder that I have way too much time on my hands. I open it up, check my email and some gossip and job sites, then shut it down. Let's see, it's 1:00 in the afternoon and I am still in my PJ's. I've had way to much coffee and not enough to eat. I have no desire to do anything today. The only appointment I had this week, I totally forgot about. It was yesterday. Lame lame lame. Days are really bleeding together now. I need to get a calender. One that I can write shit down on. My memory for dates is sucking.
I'm still unemployed, which is cool. Well, not cool cool, but the kinda cool that comes with accepting that there are things that have to come in time and that I have to be patient for. I have come to terms with it. I could get a job tomorrow if that was what was necessary. I am simply waiting for the right gig to come along. How many people have that opportunity right? It's a luxury that I am lucky to have. I need to just not be so hard on myself. The jobs that I haven't gotten, well..I have to believe there is a reason for that. They weren't right for me and would have kept me from a job that I really want to do. I have embraced the extra time and will run with it.
I spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday drunk off my ass. That's always fun. What for, you ask? My oldest nephew, Jimmy, graduated High School. I can't believe that the little boy that used to beg me to take him to Burger King and would sing "whomp, there it is" on cue when he was 2 is 18 and graduated. He is such an awesome kid. Love him to death and I couldn't be prouder of the young man he has turned into. Anyways, my sister in laws family from West Virginia was in town and there was lots of partying to be done. We were over there every night, making sure that the beer that my bro brews was up to par ; ) Good time's, I tell ya.

Not much else to write about. I could sit here and squeeze out topic after topic, but I don't want to force it. It's bad enough it's been so long since I have sat down and wrote. Besides, I am out of smokes. I'm sitting outside on a beautiful summer day and I can't even smoke. That is just irritating : )

whoa- where was I when summer happened?

Yes, the news said there was going to be a heat wave, but there is something slightly wrong about it being 83 degrees at 8:30 AM. Seriously, I am outside having a smoke and a cup of coffee and it is already way too hot. Did I wake up in Arizona or something?

Update: It is currently 99 degrees. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, it's hotter n' hades out right now.

A damn near perfect day....UNTIL

I was having a great day. A day that I may even go so far to say that it was grand.
I started off the morning with a good night's sleep. Waking up to a cup of coffee at eye level and a kitty by my side. I dress and have a cigarette with Rick before he is off to work. Tangent, why the fuck can I NEVER spell cigarette right? I have been smoking those goddamn things for the past..well, lets just say lot's of years and I never get the spelling right. Sheesh. Anyways, back to my good day. After the smoke, I sit down with my pop and finish up watching Transformers, which we had started the night before. He had never seen it. A complete travesty in my humble opinion. So we are watching said movie and sipping on coffee, Hannah the ankle biter nested between us. Side note: I cherish every minute with my daddy. They happen ever so briefly and I love every minute of it. Back again to story (I will try to stay on point..heehee). Transformers is done, I shower and bid adieu to dad. Hannah and I hang out and we go to the market for stuff. She falls asleep in the car on the way home (super duper triple bonus to my good day. LOVE it when she falls asleep!) and I unload the car. 15 minutes into the unloading process, Dusty comes over. He hangs while I put the groceries away and Candace picks up Hannah. Dusty and I are then on our way to play some golf. YAY!! I have someone to play with!!!! We go play 18 holes on a great course and have an absolute blast. I played really well. We chatted, drank beers, smoked and smacked some golf balls around. The sun was shining and it was nice and warm. Perfection right? Even the noxious fumes from the dead thing have abated a bit. I feed the cats and sit down to check email and putt around on the net till I have to make dinner. Mind you, 4 beers on the course have given me a slight buzz. I am downright joyful at this point. What's that sound? Oh, I have 2 voicemails. Dang, didn't even hear it ring. Ok. Checking VM's. First message, my hairdresser telling me he can get me in earlier than my previously allotted time..YAY! Woo-hoo!! Things are fantastic!!!! 2nd message: the lady at the staffing agency about the Wine Club position.... "Hi Erin, it's so and so from Nelson, I'm calling regarding the Wine Club position at St. Francis. Well, they actually decided to go with another candidate. Please give me a call in the morning to talk." Enter in exploding noise, cuz that's exactly what my good mood did. It fucking crashed and burned. What? Did I hear that right? They decided on ANOTHER candidate? You mean they found someone who had more than 5 years wine club experience and 17 years customer service experience? What the fucking holy fucking fuck-fuck????? Are you fucking kidding me? Really, they found someone better suited huh? I am SO fucking pissed off right now. If I didn't have to make dinner, I would be pouring myself the biggest fucking vodka collins this world has ever seen. I was a goddamn shoe-in. A shoe-in!!!!! I knew that chick had a bug up her ass about me being a wine club manager. Like I was going to go after her fucking job. Please, honey..have enough confidence in yourself to not be intimidated by my fucking experience. Can't you see that I would be a fucking asset to your operation? I do not want to even be in the wine industry anymore. I was more than happy to settle in to that gig for the 6 months temp that they wanted.
Fuck it all. I am making that fucking Vodka Collins.

mindless ramblings

My house is currently being invaded my ugly black spiders with red butts. No, not black widows, but still ugly and much hairier. I have seen 4 outside in the last hour. I must blame the douchebags that planted all these fucking pine trees in our backyard 30 years ago. Though they do provide some nice needed privacy, they house about 5 million different species of bugs and I am not terribly thrilled about it.

Day 7 of "dead thing, please mummify already" is not going well. The dead smell had morphed into a pungent fishy odor, mixed with rotting whatever. Not cute in the least. I couldn't even stand in the bathroom and put on my make up. It is nasty with a capital N.

I interviewed with a winery last week, for a wine club job and have yet to hear anything. She said she had 1 more interview to do and would get back to me soon. I was a fucking shoe-in. I think she was worried that I would try and take her job. She wanted to make sure that I was comfortable with an associate position. I thought I made it plain that I did not want to be a manager and that I would more than pleased with being a regular ol' wine club worker. Whatev. I'm getting tired of this job searching thing. I tested for the Meter Reading position, but haven't heard back from that yet either. That one's gonna be slim anyways. They had 250 people testing for one position. And lets just put the final nail in the coffin for that construction gig from way back when. I haven't heard from that recruiter in weeks. *sigh*.

I turn 33 next week. Not terribly stoked about that.

The upside for today? Rick and I met with our wedding photographer and FINALLY put together our wedding album and ordered some enlargements. Only took us close to 3 years.
We get our shit in 6 weeks. Another cool thingis that since we waited so long, we now get our negatives back. I am going to pu together albums for the family and get some pics together for the wedding party. If they want them, that is. Rick thinks that since we took so long, that nobody is going to want our wedding pictures. I say fuck it, we will give them to 'em anyways : )

That's all I gots.

decomp: part tres

Day 3- dead thing is in full throes of decomposition. In fact, methinks that whatever has died has possibly multiplied. Smell is now creeping into the living room. How long does it take a rat, mouse, possum and/or raccoon to mummify? Why do I feel like the killer in Disturbia, who stuffed his victim's in the walls? or John Wayne Gacy, but I think he buried them in the crawl space under his house. Who knows, dead thing(s) might possibly be under the house and not in the walls. Seriously, it smells bad. If Rick and I weren't such weenies about it, we would have searched and destroyed already, but neither of us want to do it. Where is the mighty killer that is Taryn when we need her? She would TOTALLY do it. She killed a potato bug with a house key, Rick and I standing behind her, screaming like little girls. That takes mad skills yo.
On side-note: there is some serious birdie shenanigan's going on in my backyard. I just looked out the window and I was welcomed to the site of blue jay butt hanging upside down on one of my planters. Then I noticed another one standing in the other planter, right side up. The acrobatic birdie was pulling at the moss-like substrate that lines the planters. Little bastard shredded it up right proper, I tell ya. The fat little brown birds that stick to the ground were out too, but the blue jay's were running them off. My god, it's a birdie turf war.

Foul odor, part deaux

Rick has proposed 2 solutions to the foul and mysterious odor. #1- If I find it, he will remove it and
#2- wait it out, deal with the smell and eventually whatever is dead will mummify. So far, I am leaning towards option #2. The whole "me find it" thing just grosses me out. I am not looking in holes with a flashlight, waiting to stumble upon some dead thing. Just thinking about it gives me the serious wiggins. I opt for plan #2, which is still wicked gross. Hi, we are going to wait until something completely decomposes then it wont smell anymore la dee da. It sounds so serial-killeresque.