I've been working a lot recently. Like, a lot, by the standards of my job. I used to be part time, but I've been getting a full-time paycheck (hooray for being hourly!), and still I have 100 comp time hours.
The work has been pretty good, though. Like academic institutions across the US, my university jumped on the OMGFreeGovtMoney!!!111one bandwagon as soon as the Stimulus BillTM was passed. We've (so far) put in 3 (I think) construction grants, with 2 to go. I've worked on 2 of them, along with a lot of other proposals that get shoehorned around these gigantic construction grants. It's tough work -- mentally demanding, stressful, etc. -- but it's something I actually believe in. I believe the construction grants could effect a small change in our local economy, but more than that, it's changed the attitudes of some of our faculty and administration. People get excited about this stuff! They want to see new science getting done! They want to collaborate! The cynicism knob has been dialed down just a touch, but it's enough that it makes it a pleasure to work on these things, even when I'm tired.
It also turns out I have some small aptitude for management. Please don't hate me. I like that part of my job, too.
I have pets. Sometimes they do funny things. Sometimes they puke on the floor. Sometimes they destroy my furniture. It's nice to have them around, nevertheless.
A few weeks ago, ana and I wandered into this high-priced hippie dog store by mistake. I found a leash I wanted, though, and a squeaky toy or something, and ana tossed in a deer antler. Okay, sure. Turned out the damn thing was like $20 or something, but whatever. Support the economy, one overpriced pet toy at a time. We brought it home, and the dogs seemed to like it okay, but not as much as the pig ears or the other chew bones we have.
Fast-forward to, like 5 days ago, and it's the BestToyEVAR!!!111one. They steal it from one another. Rocky sits by Rusti and whiiiines for the fucking antler (usually while I'm trying to work). Rusti ends up growling at Rocky and making him sad.
We're going to have to buy another overpriced goddamned deer antler. Too bad it isn't deer season. Maybe I could get my brother to snap one off of whatever carcass he hauls home.
House Upgrades Needed
This may or may not be related to the previous section. We need a new sofa. One that is dog-resistant. Any suggestions on fabrics?
I'd sort of intended to renovate my kitchen by now, but what with that first work-related section, my attention has been elsewhere. It's getting to the point, though, that we really need new appliances, most especially a stove top and hood. I'd also like a new refrigerator and a new dishwasher, and pretty soon, there's going to be a Cash for Clunker Appliances program, apparently. Maybe we'll do the kitchen in a more piecemeal approach than what I'd first thought....
I have a new niece. My brother J and his wife JC have just had their first daughter (the second kid on that side of the family). She's lovely. LoRezProof:
She was born August 20, 8 days prior to the Official Due Date. My sister-in-law developed high blood pressure last weekend, and it didn't go back down, so her OB decided to induce. Like, almost immediately. Jaymie was 6lbs 8 oz, and 19 inches long, about, and as you can see, she was born with a full head of hair. "She's got my cowlick," my brother said. "Poor kid." I've got that cowlick, too. It runs in the family.
We're going to visit my family in NC in a week. Like, a week from tomorrow. Eep. We're going to drive down (my first driving trip to or from NC in a comfortable vehicle...), and stay with my brother P, which means I'll get to spend a lot of time with my 18-month-old niece H, too. I can't wait -- I haven't seen her in almost a year.
The trip is probably going to be kind of emotionally tough, too, since this will be my first trip back to NC since my mom died. The joy of having the new baby, and the toddler around should mitigate some of that pain, but I imagine there will be some bittersweet moments.
Sometimes, though, I'm intensely homesick, and I plan to eat liver pudding and visit my friend B and go to the beach and get Krispy Kreme donuts. I'll likely have to work some, too, but mostly, I'm going to try to enjoy old friends and family.
I spend probably equal amounts of time here and on Facebook. Yes, I know it's evil and whatnot, but it's fun to post news (or "news") articles that will scandalize my family. And I've reconnected with a number of people who I never imagined even remembered me. I've actually rebuilt a friendship with one of them.
On top of that, I was able to get the play-by-play of my sister-in-law's labor (okay, that's an exaggeration, but she did post occasionally, and the birth announcement was there, along with the pictures. But seriously, I interact with my sisters-in-law in a very positive way far more than I would without Facebook (without=0). For that, I'm thankful. It makes me feel a bit more connected to my family.
Here, I haven't been posting much, but I read almost everything. I like what you lot post, for the most part, and I'd really miss this place if it went away.
I really hate it when the Red Sox plays like my pretty horrible church-league softball team. The score tonight is even similar. It's kind of sad.
If you read this far, you deserve this. Oh, Felicia Day, do you even need to ask? *sigh* I'll share a potion with you any day. (With thanks to iGrrrl for telling me I should play that video embedded in Wil Wheaton's blog).
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