Saturday, September 20, 2008

I don't mean everything I say

That would be a good thing. More than once in the first 10 years of my marriage, I said "Murder, yes; divorce, never!"

I reconsidered, though. I don't look good in orange, for one thing. (Plus, orange is the color of the Florida Gators, so I don't want to look good in orange.) And I just never was convinced of the safety of the kudzu hiding place, not since my sister had the nerve to up and move to Houston.

She is fine, by the way.

I don't know why I bothered to put that, since anyone who would care to read this blog already reads hers and knows that even though she has no power, and she is getting somewhat cranky (how could you tell?), she is fine.

I, also, am fine. And I do not mean that in the therapeutic sense of "F-- up, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional." I mean I am better today than I was yesterday. And I plan on being better tomorrow. The day after, I plan on slightly stumbling, but then on Tuesday I'll be doing better again.

So, in order to bring the four readers I hope to entice back to reading a blog by me back up to speed, here is 2008 in a nutshell. Ready? Go!

January
Guy that needs a new nickname drops bomb that he has intercepted some emails and Yahoo chats (note: a violation of federal law) and put the worst possible interpretation on them, so therefore wants divorce.

February
Sign collaborative agreement with new nickname guy.

March
Start new job with IBM. Get shingles. Decide to fire lawyer. Get talked out of it.

April

Did anything really happen in April? Or May for that matter?

Let's skip to June.

June
Find out that half of all contractors in my department of IBM are getting laid off. My last day is scheduled for 7/15.

July
Morning of 7/16, I call the only former client of mine I'd consider working for. End up talking to the #2 in the office. Email her my resume, get a return call in less than 5 minutes telling me I'm a "godsend". Something tells me I have a job.

August
After family reunion July 31, start work on August 3. Am not going to blog about work. Suffice to say, t0tlly pwn! the job. Find house, make offer on house. Close on house on 8/27.

September
Spend about $20,000 putting new roof on and new bathroom in house as it had been in less good shape than needed to be. Fortunately the money for this was transferred into cash from investment funds at the end of August, as the other funds which remained in Vanguard will have to stay put until some sort of bounce. Since the Motley Fool and Clark Howard both still like Vanguard, I have hope. If it doesn't recover, I've already lost too much of it to worry about getting out.

Today
Even though I have a case of the common cold, aka "Hacking Death" I rent moving van & move with help [sic] from my dad & less help from new nickname guy. Plus two neighbors who saved my bacon. I am currently ensconced in new bed, in new room, in new house. Same neighborhood.

I think that's the basics, but if I've left anything out, my sister will tell me.

Now to go tell her that I can has new blog.

6 comments:

birdy said...

I don't mean everything I say either but I do mean this... I am very, very, very glad to see you again.

How's it feel to be in a new bed in a new room in a new house of your own? ("Different" doesn't count as an answer.)

Guy could be NNG... no name guy. Or he who cannot be nicknamed?

Willow said...

Just call him DJ for "Da Jackazz."

Mwah, babe. Missed you.

birdy said...

You've been calling yours DJ, Chicka. Her's could be TJ. Just so's not to confuse those of us with other acronyms attached. :Þ

Mary Ann said...

I vote for He who cannot be nicknamed(HWCBN)- has that Potter-esque feel.

So glad to see you back. Been wondering lots about how you and the kiddos have been.

Enjoy your new digs-

Smooches- mary ann

Willow said...

No, no. Mine's TJ - The Jackaninny. (That's why I suggested DJ for hers.)

Bryan said...

I'm thinking He Who Cannot Be Nicknamed is working for me so far. But we'll see.