Sunday, January 22, 2006

Post no. 300

It's time to bid a possibly temporary goodbye to this blog, I think. I've received more than a thousand hits on it since I put up a counter less than a year ago and that's pretty smashing, thank you very much. It's sad to think of leaving it all behind, but that's what this year is going to be about for me, jumping head-on into fears and leaving comfort and familiarity behind....to a point, anyway.

And so, thank you for your kind attention...off into the blogosphere I go.......

Thursday, January 19, 2006

from a forward (I don't even usually read these!)...thanks Rille the Pill

When I was little, I used to believe
in the concept of one best friend,
and then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out that if you allow your heart
to open up, God would show you the best in many friends.

One friend is needed when you're
going through things with your family.

Another when you want to shop,
share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.

One friend will say let's pray together, another
let's cry together, another let's laugh together,
another let's walk away together.

One friend will meet your spiritual
need, another your shoe fetish, another
your love for movies, another will be with
you in your season of confusion, another will be
your clarifier, another the wind beneath your wings.

But whatever their assignment in your life,
on whatever the occasion, on whatever the day,
or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym
shoes on and hair pulled back, or to hold you back from
making a complete fool of yourself ... those are your friends.

It may all be wrapped up in one woman,
but for many it's wrapped up in several...
one from 7th grade, one from high school, several
from the college years, a couple from old jobs,
some from church, on some days your mother,
on some days your neighbor, on others your sisters,

and on some days your daughters.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

So I'm sitting here at work waiting for something to happen. I have 30 minutes until my first patient comes off and I'm bored as hell. This is the problem with getting your work done early. *sigh. So now I have nearly three hours to kill and next to nothing to do with them. Blahhhhhhh...

So I'm still trying to determine what to do, where to go, and so on and so on. I dread the thought of moving again and I dread even more the thought of moving out of my little house and away from my family. But hey, time marches on and so must I.

To anyone who has ever considered moving to or visiting Sonoma County...don't. I hate this place. It has become an oppressive, ridiculously pompous, ultimately dull place with little to offer other than a costly advertising program. It is beautiful, yes. But so are many other that are more worth the price and much more user friendly. I HATE "SONOMA COUNTRY!"

Thursday, December 08, 2005

I wish I had something cool to write about....

Especially since I never get to write anymore. Ahh well. School's almost out and I'm trying to decide what to do next. My work has succumbed to a fascist dictator who refuses to work around her employee's school schedules. She runs the unit through the new unit manager who seems as sweet as she can under the circumstances. Little Hitler is not anywhere near as pleasant, sadly. One of her recent moves was to tell the staff we had some say in the new hours. She went so far as to conduct a vote. For once we all managed to agree on something. Little Hitler did not join us, however. In fact, it was admitted to someone deigned sophisticated enough to understand that there was never any intention of bowing to our vote, it was just a ploy to make us feel responsible somehow. Wow. Now that's quality right there, buddy. And so considering this and the lack of support for education I'm seeing every sign pointing me elsewhere, as I've said in previous posts. Now it's just a question of where. And how, come to think of it. I think I've pinpointed a location, now I just need to figure out when I'm going. I'm currently playing phone tag with a travel recruiter, that could be cool for a while. I've pretty well determined that I have no choice but to take next semester off. It's lame, but I think I'm going to 97 by the time I get my AS. *sigh*

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

it's raining

Yayyyyyy, rain. So I find myself caring about work stuff when I'm really not that kind of person. Don't get me wrong, I care about what I need to and when I need to. I'm not a total sociopath...but I've been way too concerned with everything else. Time to move on...

no mas Tuna

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Well, children, it's been too long. There's a reason, you know. Sadly, the internet has had to go in the interest of cutting expenditures. I'm poor. And Sonoma County is not the place for poor college students trying to scrape by with their gpa and their sanity. I'm much better off than I have been in years, don't get me wrong. My rent and car payments are never late, I'm much more financially secure than in a very long time. The problem lies in the cost of living in the area. Despite my best attempts, my burly improvements in the budgeting area, and my heroic self denial in the shopping arena, I can't do it. That paired with the apparently impending concentration camp-like qualities of my work environment since the supervisory changes have forced me to change plans for the near future. San Francisco is going to have to wait until after school, I'm thinking I'll go up to Washington where my cousin lives. It's extraordinarily cheap, it snows, and I'd be able to be closer to her and the boys. And I'd get the fuck out of this area code. These factors are all appealing as hell, just so you know. It's not for sure as Craig-o would say, but it's looking better and better....

We'll see, huh?

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Guess Where La Julie Is?

It's time for the first of many rousing games of "where is la Julie?" Well, at the very last minute I managed to escape the dreaded 707 area code and I now find myself in the much favorable 702 one. On the offchance you're not an area code encylopedia, I'm in Reno. Welll, Sparks, technically. Yes, Craig decided that we were coming so he could watch the latest NASCAR race in style. He decided this at like 9 last night while we were working, and we left town at a hair after midnight. Yayyyyyyy! I love that I'm out of town. Life is good.