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I have the weirdest dreams ever.  No really, I do.  L’s standard response after I detail to him my strange, twisted, and ridiculous dreams is “you need professional help.”  The stories often start similarly:
So we were at our house, but it wasn’t really our house.  or  I was in college, but it wasn’t [the college I went to] etc., etc., etc.
Now, I know I’m not the only one who has dreams like that.  But mine are always so long and involved.  And a lot of times, scary.  I often wake up and my heart is racing or I’m sweating and clutching the blankets.  It takes me quite a while to kind of calm down and realize that whatever it was that I was just dreaming, is not real.  If L is home, I usually try to wake him up and get as close as possible.  Unfortunately, for someone who is used to getting woken up in the middle of the night, when he’s home, he’s not so easy to wake up.
In highschool, the teacher that taught my junior year psychology class told us that dreams are how your brain “dumps” information it doesn’t need anymore.  So all those random factoids you pick up or things you see on TV, they get purged through some sort of dream.  Definitely seems to make sense in my life.  As these crazy dreams are something I’ve had my whole life, my mom often says that my mind is full of random crap that just spins round and round and round and every now and then, it spits something out and that’s what I dream about.  I think she’s right.
It gets tiring though.  I go through phases where I will have a (or many) whacked out dreams every night for weeks.  And then for weeks I won’t have any (well, I’m sure that I do, I just don’t remember them).  I specifically remember a time when I was at my last job and I kept having these stupid dreams and would wake up in the middle of the night and not want to go back to sleep.  I was so tired, but I felt like my brain was too “busy” when I slept.
The other night, I had a kind of dream that I only recall having one other time.  I woke up and I was mad at L.  SO. MAD.  I was mad because in my dream he did something that made me very mad.  And when I woke up, it took me awhile to not be mad at him.  I kept telling myself that it wasn’t true and never happened, but I was still mad.  Have you ever had a dream like that?
The first time was probably a couple years ago when I dreamed he had cancelled plans with me bc his best friend’s girlfriend (who is now his best friend’s fiance’) was coming into town and he wanted to go out with her instead.  (that’s the short version.  Trust me, when I told the entire dream to L, it probably took me a good 10 minutes – no joke).
This time I had a dream that L and I were laying in bed, each smoking a joint.  It supposedly was the first time for us and I asked him how long it was going to take before I felt high.  He said he didn’t know.  Then through a conversation about the pot, he admitted that this was not the first time that he had done it and that he had done it several times – and many were when we were “together”.  I got so angry at him.  So, so angry.  1. He had lied to me bc he always told me that he had never done that before, 2. because he had done it when we were “together” and didn’t tell me and bc he felt he needed to to make it better and 3. Why the hell would he risk his job by doing that?  He can be drug tested randomly any day.  Is he stupid?!?!  I got out of bed (in my dream) and laid on the floor to go to sleep.  He started poking me telling me it wasn’t a big deal and I should just get over it.  I went on and on about how I couldn’t trust him bc he was a liar and what was I supposed to do because we were already married, etc., etc., etc.
I woke up and was slid halfway down the bed, not using any pillows (typical).  I looked to my right and L was laying there, sleeping.  Heat grew in my face bc I was so mad at him for lying to me.  I looked to my left and there is Shep, laying next to me like another person (those dogs are so spoiled).  I tried to get over my anger and crawled up closer to L telling him that I just had a dream that he was smoking pot and I was mad at him.  He mumbled something I couldn’t make out, said he loved me and rolled over.
I fell back asleep for a couple hours before my alarm went off and when I got up, I was still a little mad.  It wore off before I left the house.  I guess because it finally sunk in that it was a dream and it wasn’t real.  I told him about the dream later that day and he said he remembered me saying something about pot and then promised me that he has never done it and never will – he’d really like to keep that job of his.
What’s even weirder about all of this?  As I’m telling him about the dream again, he says, “Oh yeah, did I tell you I got popped for a test at the vollies yesterday?”  The volunteer FD in our town that we’re both members of randomly selects a group of people each quarter to be drug tested and L’s name popped up this time – but he never mentioned it.  Maybe I’m a prophet! haha.
Am I the only one that experiences the wake-up angry dreams?  Or are there others out there (God, I hope so!).


Lily, of course.

But hey, maybe when I’m contacted by the lawer of a very rich, dead man that I didn’t know was my uncle to tell me I’ve inherited a large sum of money, this will be hanging in my guest bathroom.   One can only hope.

L and I were talking last night and he said something that made me stop.

We both want kids one day.  Two would be good.  One day.   Not tomorrow, not a year after we’re married, but one day.  We’ve discussed in the past that five years or so after we’re married would be a good time range to shoot for.  I was happy with that.  I don’t feel as though I could be responsible for another human being at this point in my life.  It’s not that I’m irresponsible, I just don’t know that I’m ready for that task yet.

I’m just not a baby person.  They’re cute.  And I want a couple one day, but I’m just not a baby-obsessed person.  I never have been.  I don’t fuss over my friends’ babies, I don’t long to hold one.  And in fact, when my friends have had babies and there’s the obligatory first visit and you feel you have to hold the baby, I swear that I have a panic attack because I’m afraid I’m going to break the baby.  Once they’re to the point where they can hold their own heads up, I’m better, but you get the idea. 

Then there are the older kids.  I just am never really sure what to do with them.  When I was in highschool I babysat, but really only for two or three families. When we’re around a lot of the kids at the volunteer FD, I never know if I should tell them ‘no’ or stop them from running around because they’re not my kids (the answer is yes, it’s kind of collective parenting at that place, apparently).  I’m always afraid that I’ll talk to a kid on a younger level than they really are.  Maybe it’s because I’m an only child, or perhaps it’s because I don’t recall my mom ever being baby crazy.

L, on the other hand, is different.  He loves playing with the kids at the volunteer FD; he always riles them up and they run to him when he walks into a room.  Even one of the really young kids who is just learning to walk.  He would teeter totter over in L’s direction and L would put out his hand to help him get around.  It’s really adorable.

A few months ago, I was with a group of women from the volunteer FD when one of them said that they were pretty sure that L would be ready to have kids before I am.  I wouldn’t be surprised, but we’ve always been on the same page about this 5 year thing.

Until last night.

While talking about a variety of things about us, the conversation turned to this:

L: I think the girls might have been right.

Me: Right about what?

L: About me being ready to have kids before you are.

Me: ::stares blankly at him, my heart may have momentarily stopped, jaw hits ground::  Umm, ok.  Well, uh, so, yeah, when are you thinking?  I thought we were good with 5 years.

L: I don’t know, maybe 4 years.

Me:   ::to myself, phew, ok, that’s not TOO bad.::  So, is this the only time you might change your mind or are we going to slowly reduce that number? 

L: I don’t know, I think that’s a good number.

Me:  ::to myself, that’s what you said about 5 years!::  Because I’m soooo not ok with a honeymoon baby.

L: Um, yeah, no.  Me either.

He surprises me with this stuff sometimes.  It’s no surprise that we want kids, we talk about what our family will be like in the future, but sometimes you just wouldn’t expect it from him.  And then a conversation like last night’s happens.  Or when he brings this up out of nowhere.

I think he’ll be a good dad one day.  And I can’t wait to see what our family is like… one day.

Friday afternoon at about 2:30, my boss called me, and in a very chipper and upbeat tone, he asked me if I had a moment to stop by his office.  When I walked in he was on the phone with another colleague, so I sat down and waited.  He finished the call and got up while simultaneously greeting me in a happy manner that matched his phone call to me.  He walked over toward the door and that’s when the color left my face.  Based on what he said in our staff meeting earlier that day about the company’s financial situation, I knew he wasn’t closing the door to tell me I was getting a raise.

He continued to tell me he had bad news and right off the bat told me that he was laying me off.  I didn’t even know what to say or do.  I just sat there clenching my teeth hoping that the tears welling in my eyes would not start streaming down my cheeks. 

He assured me that it had absolutely nothing to do with my performance and that it was merely an issue of numbers.  Our monthly billings are over $120,000 less than this time last year.  This issue is something that the company has been dealing with for quite some time.  More talk about how he had to make cuts somewhere otherwise the entire company would start going down.  He reminded me that the client I worked on while my colleague was on maternity leave had glowing remarks about my performance during that time.  He had already spoken with that colleague of mine and told me how she fought for my job and how this was not an easy decision for him to make. 

I said very little during this whole event.  I had so many things just spinning around in my head that I couldn’t put any of them together.

His extremely generous (note sarcasm) severence package?  Two week’s pay and he’ll continue my health insurance through the end of August.  I mean, yes, I am appreciative of that, but still. 

He told me that he would be happy to give wonderful recomendations for me and would talk to some people in the industry that he knows.  I know he would give good recs for me, but I am doubtful about him talking to others – he forgets things easily, but perhaps I can send him an email in a few weeks if I haven’t heard anything from him.

He shook my hand an thanked me for all my hard work.  I left, went back and sat at the desk for two minutes and then walked directly into my colleagues office, closed the door and cried.  She told me how hard she fought for me.  How mad she was about this decision.  How it’s ridiculous that he is getting rid of the co-account manager on the most profitable client in the office. 

I took an hour to clean up my desk, pass along things that I needed to and her and I left at 3:30 to go to a bar for a couple of beers.  I only spoke with two other co-workers before I left.  I just had to get out of there.  I emailed everyone else, most of who were probably clueless until they saw my email.

At the bar, we continued to talk about how ridiculous htis was.  There were other things he could have done before this.  He could have frozen my 401k benefits, he could have reduced my salary.  Heck, he could have frozen 401k benefits or asked the entire staff to take a 5% paycut across the board.  I can pretty much guarantee that my salary isn’t enough to save the company from the situation it is in right now.

Also, how about my colleague who took me to the bar is the only account manager that has been there longer than me.  If this wasn’t performance-based, then why was I the one to go when I have been there for almost three years?  What about the account manager that started 4 weeks ago?  Why couldn’t I take his account and him have to leave?  He doesn’t have any specific background in his client’s industry, so he has no leg up on me.  Ugh.  Of course, these are all the things I thought about after I left.

In the meantime, it wasn’t more than 30 minutes after I talked to my colleague that she emailed someone she knows asking if she had anything.  She was unspecific, but asked for my resume.  My boss doesn’t want to tell our biggest client the truth about my lay off.  He wants to spin this positively to the client, but my colleague refuses.  She’s telling them the truth, and will ask them to keep an ear out for me.  We’re both pretty sure that the client will be unhappy about this change.  This means the client is going from two people working on them, to one person.  How is that positive?

I’ll file for unemployment, and everything will be ok.  I hope.  L promises we’ll be able to make it work.  That maybe this is a good thing because I’ve been wanting to get out for so long now.

L sometimes tells me that I blow things out of proportion or that I get bent out of shape way more about something than I should.  Sometimes he’s right (but not all the time :).  Anyway, I heard them mention a story on Good Morning America today that really made me laugh.

And it involves PETA.  You know, the crazy People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals.  The ones who take it to the next level and protest all kinds of stores and events.  Even Lowe’s Home Imporvement (I don’t remember why they did, so don’t ask, I just know they did).  Or throwing red paint on people who are wearing fur coats.

I understand that these people are trying to protect animals and fight for their rights (‘to parrtttyyyy’ — sorry, couldn’t help myself), but let’s be real here.

You guys all know – and if you don’t, I’m telling you now – that I am a huge animal lover.  Hugh.  If I could rescue every dog or cat I found, I would.  If I could stop painful animal testing, I would.  If I could stop people from beating their pets, starving them or just mistreating them in general, I would.

But these extremists are out of control.

Apparently, President Obama swatted at a fly during an interview on CNBC yesterday and supposedly killed it.  Now, PETA is mad and is saying that the President should have been a better example.  Instead of swatting the fly, he should have brushed it.  In order to help him, PETA has sent the President a humane fly catcher.


Don’t you have something better to do with your time?  It’s a fly.

But I supposed I should see two sides of the coin and think that someone could say to me, “it’s just a dog.”

Anyway.  Those are my thoughts.  However, I have no problem with killing flies. 

Also, today is my Friday – tomorrow we’re headed to the beach for FOUR DAYS!!! And the weather is still (knock on wood, again) supposed to be perfect.  I am so. freakin. excited.

I have some very smart puppy dogs.  Before we got the puppies, I told L that they would not be allowed on the furniture because that is not where dogs should be.  Well, that quickly went out the window when I always wanted to hold them on my lap and cuddle with them.  And then they got used to it.  And then they learned how to get up there on their own.  And now, you rarely find them sleeping on the floor.  In fact, the only time they are laying on the floor is to sleep at night or to chew on a bone.  Any other napping and relaxing takes place on the couch or our bed.

Spoiled, indeed.

They now sleep in the bedroom every night with us.  When this first started, they jumped up on the bed and tried to sleep there.  But there just isn’t enough room.  Eventually they learned to just sleep on the floor (on the down comforters we gave them – again, spoiled) and that’s where they stay.  Shep usually jumps up on the bed when we first walk in the room and you have to literally drag him off, but after that he’s fine.

In the morning after our alarms start going off they would usually walk over and lick our faces or Dixie would put her front paws up on the bed and just hover and wait for you to get up.  Then little by little, they began jumping up on the bed when it was time to get up.  No problem there though.

The last two times we’ve gone to the beach, they jump up on the bed constantly at night.  I think it’s because it’s a new place and also bc they don’t have their precious down comforters.  They just have extra blankets that we put on the floor.  They apparenlty really prefer their luxury.  Last time we were there, we woke up and I was about to fall off the side of the bed and L was pressed up against me.  The puppies had taken over the entire rest of the bed.  Seriously, I felt like I was in college again when you squished to share a twin.  The best part?  It’s a king size bed we were sleeping in.  And the puppies took over the whole thing.

When we got back home Sunday evening and were going to bed, L says to Dixie: “goodnight Dixie dog.  you can come cuddle with us in the morning, but don’t get on the bed till 5:30.  You need to sleep on your bed until then.”

We slept throughout the night with no puppy dogs.  My alarm started going off at 5am.  After hitting snooze for the third time, it went off again.  At 5:30 on the dot.  At which point Dixie immediately got up from her blanket and jumped up on the bed.  I kid you not.  It’s like she was waiting.

The same thing has happened all week.

She is a smart dog.  Shep usually follows suit a few minutes later.

But, they still do not want to give up their comfort.  As if cuddling on our bed isn’t enough – they prefer to lay on our pillows.  Obviously we don’t really like this bc we don’t want our pillows to be covered in fur or smell like dog.

Yesterday morning when Dixie jumped up on the bed, L put his arm out so she couldn’t get to his pillow.  He didn’t push her or hold her, he just held out his arm.  There was plenty of room for her to lay down – but no.  She turned around and jumped off the bed.  Apparenlty, if she can’t sleep on the pillow, she’s not going to sleep with us.  He eventually got her to come back up there and when he got up she took over the pillow.

The same thing happened this morning.  She jumped up there and he quickly rolled over so he was taking up his entire pillow.  She jumped down.  When he got up to go to work, she and Shep jumped up and promptly took over my pillow.

I guess they’re more spoiled than we thought.  But I still love them.  Because seriously?  How many dogs can tell time like that? 😉

For the past many, many months, it seems as though the days keep flying by and I’m continually tearing an old month off of my calendar.  Things that happened long ago feel like they just happened last week.

I have a very small desk calendar – one of those different companies hand out with their logo on it – that I keep next to my phone and computer here at work.  Each morning, I cross the previous day off.  It’s one of those things that helps me get through the week.  And countdown to whatever I may be looking forward to in the coming weeks or months.

Just last week, as I was counting down till L and I left for the beach, I crossed another day off.  “Wow, tomorrow is February 27,” I thought to myself.  And then proceeded to comment outloud over the cubewall to my neighbor.  Where did the month go?  Wasn’t the Super Bowl just on?

And now it’s March.  Over the past several weeks, stores have begun to stock up with their spring gear.  Shorts and tshirts.  Bathing suits and sunglasses.  Patio furniture and brightly colored plates.  I love this time of year.  It also helps that this weekend is supposed to be 77 and sunny.  A nice change from the four inches of snow we had on Monday.

It’s slowly sinking in that the season is already beginning to change.  Last night was the kicker, though.  L and I were watching the news when the anchor reminded everyone that “Daylight savings time begins at 2 a.m. on Sunday, don’t forget to change your clocks.”

Daylight what?! 

How could it possibly be daylight savings time already?  I have noticed how it is still light out when I get home from work, which I love.  I hate when it is dark out already.  Especially when L is working and I have to come home to a dark house by myself.  Strangely, but nicely, it seemed as though there weren’t many of those days.  I’ve actually made several comments about it still being light, even at almost 6:30 the other day.  But it just never dawned on me that we would be changing the clocks again soon.

I must confess that I don’t normally know when we actually push the clocks forward.  It’s normally times like this when I hear it on the news or someone mentions it that it reminds me.  I always remember in the fall, maybe it’s that extra hour of sleep I’ll get.  But even so, I never would have guessed it was this early.

I am looking forward to it though.  Days that seem longer.  Better opportunities to take the puppies for walks after work and not be looking over my shoulder any time I hear a noise.  A good chance that in a couple of months we’ll even be able to make it to the dog park during the week before it shuts at dusk.

I’ve had enough of this winter.  I’m looking forward to cute sundresses and hopefully some trips to the beach.  When we can actually go swimming. 🙂

I’m looking forward to taking the puppies to the park tomorrow.  L is working, but we’ll go anyway.  And we’re taking them to a new park to walk on some trails on Sunday.  It should be lovely.  I would love to have dinner on a patio somewhere, but we’ll be heading to another hockey game Sunday afternoon.  Two games to be precise.  The first is the same minor league team we saw a few weeks ago.  The second is the Heroe’s Game – the fire department vs. the police department.  I think it should be fun.

Happy Friday!  Hope everyone has a lovely weekend!

I heard back about the position I’ve been interviewing for.  They want me to come to talk further.  I have no idea what we could possibly talk about.  I’m pretty sure we covered it all in the 5 hours I’ve interviewed with them already.  Literally.

The email assured me that I am a finalist, but that they have a very strong applicant pool.  He (the guy I’d be working with and who I’ve been communicating with) has some urgency to get this all taken care of and would like for me to come in this week.  Seriously?  I can’t just keep taking time off of work for this.  But conveniently, I have Friday off because of my birthday.

I really have no desire to go to a job interview on my birthday.  My plans were to sleep in and lay with L all morning.  Followed by my first trip to this place for lunch (I’ve been dying to go there for many years.  It’s even been listed as some of the best fried chicken in the country by the Food Network) and then relaxing the rest of the day before we go out later that night.

But, I guess it’s lucky that I already had the time off and that he has availability that morning.  He said that he would like to meet off campus for about an hour.  Perhaps at a bagel shop.  I emailed his assistant letting her know that the only time I could meet was Friday morning (I wanted to get it over with and not have to think about it all day).

And what time does she respond with? 

7:15 AM.

What the f-u-c-k?

That means that I have to leave the house by 6:30 since I’m not sure how traffic will be.

You know what else that means?  That I have to get up by 5:45 at the latest.  On my birthday.  That I have off from work.  Ugh.

Also, I have to be there at 7:15?  Did I mention that I don’t normally leave the house for work on a daily basis until 7:35?

To top it all off, I still don’t know what the salary is.  I thought about emailing him back and asking if he could give me a better idea of what it was around, but my mom said that I shouldn’t do that.  Especially over email.

Maybe it’s a sign.  A good sign.  That this is happening on my birthday and that I didn’t have to worry about trying to take more time off of work.

Sigh.  I wish they would just make the decision.  If it lasts an hour like he said, that will mean I will have interviewed with them for 6 HOURS.  This is for an assistant’s position, not the president of the university!

I honestly don’t know what else I can talk about.  All of my questions (except salary) have been answered.  And I’m pretty sure we thoroughly covered my background.  Unless he wants to ask me what I like to do in my spare time, which someone there already asked me last time.

Wish me luck.  You might want to do it tonight though, because you might not be up that early tomorrow. 😉

Last night I had a dream I didn’t really like.  And I told L about it.  This is not unusual.  I often have some of the craziest, whacked out dreams you’ve ever heard, and then I tell him about them.  And then he proceeds to tell me that I need to seek professional help. 🙂  This one wasn’t so weird though.

I had what started out to be an amazing dream last night.  He and I were sitting on the couch and he was telling me how much he loved me and how much I meant to him and all of that.  This is a usual occurance though.  Then he went on to tell me how much he always wants me to be a part of his life and he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, etc., etc., etc. (Again, a usual occurance)

Then he shifted his position and started reaching for his pocket like he was going to take something out of it.  You know, like something sparkly?!  And I gasped because I knew what was about to happen in the next few seconds.

And then he started laughing and said “Gotcha!”

Ohhhhh, I was so mad at him.  In my dream of course.  Why would he do something like that?!

He called me on his way home from work this morning and I told him about my dream.  And he started laughing!  “hahaha, that’s great!  That’s really great!  Don’t be surprised if you see that happen again!”


That would be the meanest thing in the whole wide world to do to me.  Stupid boys.

Actually, I should have known he would say something like that.  But I’m pretty sure he won’t actually do it.

I hope not, at least. 🙂

I just made a very strange discovery in our women’s room here at work.  Let me give a little background.  My company works here and my boss’s wife’s company works here.  Total, there are about 22 people in the building – of which, 13 are women.

We have one main men’s room and one main women’s room.  There are two other single/unisex bathrooms, but no one ever really uses them.

In the main women’s room, there is a teeny tiny stall (so small that you can barely turn around to flush) and a much larger “stall” with an actual door and everything – that’s the one that everyone uses.  Inside, there is one of those small wooden bathroom furniture items – with two whicker drawers – and a vase of fake flowers on top – just for decoration I guess.  The drawers aren’t used for anything except for the occasional spare roll of toilet paper.

Well, a few moments ago, I just walked in to pee.  When I did, I noticed that the bottom drawer was left slightly open and there was some sort of paper in it with writing on it.


I picked it up and it was a folded up paper towel with a pen attached.  At the top it said “freshens” and was underlined.  Underneath it was a short list including “she,” “hens,” “fresh,” etc.  Umm, ok.  That’s weird. 

I put it back and went about my peeing business.  But in the 15 seconds it took me to pee, I just couldn’t stop thinking about how strange this was.  Before I walked out, I picked up the paper again, there was writing on other sides of it. 

I unfolded it and saw other similar lists.  One said “apple” at the top with an arrow pointing to it saying “I challenge you.”

Apparently, this is some sort of word game two people are playing.  You know, how many words can you find within the word?

I carefully folded it back up, reattached the pen and put it back exactly as I found it.

Then I washed my hands really, really good.

Seriously?  Don’t you think this is weird?

Maybe they do it while they are pooping – because God knows, everyone poops in there (except me, I only do that at home. seriously.).  But I just have no idea who it is.

You all know that L is a firefighter.  And because of this, he is more keenly aware of some fire hazards.  I mean, things that are common sense, but he just sees it in a different light.  Probably because at some point in time, he’s put out the fire that that particular item started.  Don’t get me wrong, he’s not some crazy nazi about it, but you get the idea.

I have the tendency to leave my hair dryer plugged in if I’m in a rush and don’t put it away.  Or, I had the tendency to do this.  Especially at my old place.  But he never said anything about it.  And really?  It’s a hair dryer.  How is that any different than leaving a lamp plugged in when it is turned off?  Shortly after I moved in, we were getting ready to go out and I was running late as usual.  I was walking out of the bathroom, hair dryer still plugged in, when I notice him go back and unplug it.  “Did you  not like that I left it plugged in,” I asked.  No, he didn’t.  And it always bothered him that I did it at my old place, but he didn’t want to say anything about it to me because he didn’t feel it was apporpriate since it was my house and I could do as I pleased.

No biggie, now I always unplug it even if I leave it out.

Similarly, he doesn’t want the dryer left on if we’re not home.  It causes too many fires.  And every now and then he’ll email me a picture from a house fire that was started by a dryer with some sort of note like, “this is why I want to turn the dryer off when we leave.”

I oblige, and I totally understand too.  Even if it would be way more convenient to leave it on while I run out.  But none the less, I would really prefer it if our house didn’t burn down.

The other night was what surprised me.  We were getting ready to head out to his FD’s Christmas party and he walked out the door last.  I ran back to grab my phone and realized the Christmas tree lights were still on.

WHAT?!  Is he crazy?!  You don’t leave the Christmas tree lights on when you’re not at home!!

I said something along the lines of “you don’t want me to leave my hairdryer plugged in, but you’re going to leave without turning out the Christmas tree lights?!” 

He didn’t think it was a big deal.  And I couldn’t be more surprised.

Maybe it’s because when I was in 1st grade there was a boy in my class whose Christmas tree fell over when the family was out and it had the lights on and ended up catching on fire and burning their whole house down.

It was just so odd to me that he didn’t think this was an issue.  Lights.  Left on.  On a real tree.  When we weren’t at home.

Last night when we were going to bed he did the same thing.

That boy confuses me sometimes.

PS – pictures from the puppies’ mini birthday party (birthday hats and all) coming Wednesday when I can get them off L’s camera. 🙂

Um, holy crap. 

Mrs. Bee, the creator of Weddingbee, commented on my last post.

That’s like a celebrity commenting on my blog.

Oh, and Mrs. Bee, don’t worry.  I’ll be back as soon as he pops that oh-so-important-slash-most-amazing-question-I’ll-ever-be-asked! 😉

I’m sure you’ve picked up on the fact, mostly because I keep saying it, that my office is filled with drama.  People throwing eachother under the bus, getting in trouble for something that isn’t their, fault, three firings in less than a month, people acting like biatches, etc., etc., etc. 

Now, by the time I left my last firm, I was no longer a fan of it.  But at least there wasn’t any drama.

Yesterday, we officially got our biggest client back that we had lost in September.  Awesome.

Yesterday, we almost officially have been fired by another client.  One of mine, but not very big. 

When asking for a list of the trade shows they plan to attend in 2009 (so I can incorporate into the annual plan I’m writing for them), I got this response:

“For right now, please do not do anything further unless requested by [name of client].”


Now, really?  I disliked working on that account, but there’s no one else to do it at the moment, but still, I never want to lose a client.  I can’t say I’m surprised.  At a meeting back in September, I thought we were going to be fired then.

I forwarded it to my boss. He responded: “I was afraid this would happen.  I’ll call [their CEO].”

And today?  All day he has not said one word to me.  He is in such a foul mood with everyone.

Our billings are super low.  Lowest in company history.  Lower than when the agency only had 4 employees.

One girl told him she was pregnant the day before yesterday and told the rest of us yesterday.  She said he didn’t take it well.  Probably because he doesn’t have a good history with pregnant employees and then with working moms.

But why should she have to face the wrath of his attitude because she wants to have a family.

Ugh.  It’s so annoying.

I wish I could find another job.  Just got to figure out what I want to do first.

Anyway, back to my other million things to do so we don’t lose any other clients.

I swear.  There is so much b.s. going on in my office that it’s not even funny.  Last week, I was accused not once, but on two different occasions that I did not have my news releases proofread before they were sent to the media.  This is not true.  Each release had been proofed by two other people and approved by our president for distribution to the media.  Lovely.  Some people are sticking their nose where it shouldn’t be.  More on that later.

This morning, the president got all heated up and was on our traffic manager’s case because he hasn’t been updated on the status of a web site we are developing for a client.  Uh, yeah you have buddy.  Yesterday as I was walking into his office our interactive director was walking out.  He said, “I was just telling [the president] about our [name of web site] meeting and giving him an update.”  We were all standing in the president’s office at this time.  Then after my  meeting with him, I said, “oh, not sure if [our interactive director] told you, but I’ve already contacted [the client] to set up a meeting for next week to discuss our progress with him.”  To which he replied, “that’s great!”

So, yes crazy man, you DO know the status of the project.

Moving on.  We are creating an even larger web site for another client.  This one is easily over $100k.  This client is a local city and I am proofing the copy for the police department’s section of the site.  It is 35 pages.  Seriously, I’m not making that up.  Joy.

I go to reach for my AP Stylebook to check something and it’s not in its usual spot, then I remember getting this email from our VP of Creative Services yesterday:


From: VP
Sent: Monday, October 13, 2008 3:56 PM
To: My Colleague; Kris [DanceintheRain]
Subject: AP style book


Do either of you have an AP Style Book I can borrow?


Vice President – Creative Services


Not a problem, I picked up the book and brought it over to her.  Her reply?  “Thanks.”  That’s it.  So today, I walk over to her office and ask if she has my book.  “Oh, I brought it home.  My husband needed to borrow it for a few days [ed. note: he does something with the media too], but I can bring it back whenever you need it.  Do we have another copy here?”

Sigh.  Sure I can borrow someone else’s.  But that’s not the point.  The point is that she made NO REFERENCE to taking it home.  Let alone taking it home for a few days.  Seriously?  What is wrong with these people?  And, it’s also not a big deal if she wanted to borrow it for a few days, if she had MENTIONED it!!!!  If she did, I would have suggested someone else’s.  Someone else who doesn’t proof as much stuff as I do.  Sigh.

Back to my 35 pages.  And, to leave you with something that will potentially make you laugh.  Perhaps we should have just written the copy ourselves.  Because I have 35 pages of sentences like this to edit:

“The fourth patch was developed after the still relatively new city developed their first city seal.  The patch was developed usiing the new city seal as the center of the patch.”

As I may or may not have casually mentioned, L and I have been discussing the big M for a few months now.  I guess I should say, we’ve been discussing it more seriously for a few months now.

The big M being Marriage.

So, although I know he won’t be popping the question tomorrow, it’s something that is hopefully coming in the next year or two.

And because I’m a girl in her mid-twenties living with a boy that I absolutely adore that I have talked about the big M with I look at every single wedding/marriage item that I come across occasionally read articles and blogs having to do with weddings and marriage if they cross my path and I’m not too busy.

Today, I was perusing Real Simple’s site (I love that magazine!) when I saw a link to an article at the bottom of the page.  Financial Questions to Ask Your Spouse Before Getting Married.  Hmm, sounded interesting, and probably good to know.

As I scanned the 25 bulleted topics, I couldn’t help but think to myself: shouldn’t you already know this?  Maybe it’s different because L and I live together and not everyone does that before they get married.  But even before I moved in I could answer many of these questions for him.  We’ve been dating awhile now (a year and two months 🙂 ),  but many other people date for far longer.  How could you not know?  And he and I do share a lot with each other, but still…

Here are the 25 questions – what do you think?

  • Do you carry around a lot of cash?
    Well, unless you’re a mail-order bride, you probably go out to stores, restaurants, movies or anywhere else where one or both of  you are going to have to pay.  Wouldn’t you know if your soon-to-be spouse prefers to carry around rolls of hundreds or just a few coins?
  • Do you have a checking account?
    Seriously?  First of all, if you don’t have a checking account, you better have a giant vault filled with money in your basement like Scrooge McDuck.  How could you have accepted a proposal (or proposed the proposal) and not know if your THE ONE has a checking account?
  • Do you balance your checking account each month?
    Ok, not everyone does that and it’s not something you necessarily need to do amongst company – so that’s a legit question I suppose.
  • Do you have a savings account?
    I would assume that you would know this.  Through, you know, conversations and such.  Not necessarily that you know how much is in there, or how often they add to it, what they use it for, or how many they have.  But I would think you’d have an idea at least.
  • How many credit cards do you have?
    Perhaps L and I just spend too much time together and I know too much about each other.  He knows how many I have and I know how many he has.  Maybe my opinion on all of this is too far skewed.  Especially since I don’t really have any other serious relationships to compare it to.
  • Do you carry and use your credit cards?
    I mean, do you spend time with this person?
  • Do you use credit cards for every day expenses?
    See above.
  • Do you pay your credit card balance in full each month?
    OK, i know the answer to this, and so does L – but I could see how you reasonably couldn’t answer.
  • Have you ever maxed out your credit cards?
    Do you talk to this soon-to-be spouse of yours?
  • Do you research before making a major purchase?
    OK, so you don’t always know what your spouse is doing when you’re not around.  Perhaps that’s when all the Internet research is done on that new laptop, car, surround sound, or what have you.  Perhaps you’re lucky enough not to be dragged to Best Buy at least once a week for 2 or 3 months to look at those damn LCD TVs when the regular TV you have at home is fine.  Not that I’ve been dragged to do that or anything…
  • Do you keep receipts?
    So, not everyone snoops around the house.  Maybe they’re in a filing cabinet or a box in the closet.  I see this as an OK question.
  • What are your debts?
    Maybe you don’t know the exact figures, but I would think that you would have an idea.  I know the things that L has (mortgage, truck, and… oh shit, I think that’s it) and he knows what I have (car, student loans, credit cards… oh shit, there’s probably more that I can’t think of).  I can’t tell you exactly how much debt he has, but I could probably give you a (large) ballpark figure.
  • Do you track your finances?  How – by computer or paper?  How often?
    I would imagine that you would know if this happens or not.  Maybe L and I just talk too much.
  • Do you save paycheck stubs?
    Legit.  L probably has no idea that I have every single check stub from this job since I started.  They’re not at the house though.  They’re here at the office.  Probably not the best place, but whatever.  I have no idea if he keeps his or not. 
  • Do you have health insurance?
    Seriously.  You are going to MARRY this person.  For the rest of your life.  And you need to ask whether they have health insurance or not?  I mean, maybe you don’t know what the coverage is – but whether or not it exists? Yikes!
  • Do you have life insurance?
    I’m good with that.  I have no idea.
  • Are you aware of all your benefits at work?
    I concur, good question.  And if you don’t, now is probably a good time to find out.  Some of them might not have applied to you when you got hired, but perhaps they will once you’re married.
  • Do you have a budget or spending plan?
    L and I share our budget spreadsheets with each other.  I am well aware that not all non-married couples do that though.  I would think that you would know if something like this existed – but maybe not.  I guess it’s a toss up in my opinion.
  • Have you looked at your credit reports in the last year?
    Mmm, good question.
  • Did you ever require a cosigner for a loan?
    Well, I know the answer to this.  I’m pretty sure he could answer it about me too.  But we’re younger.  If you’re an older couple getting married when new cars out of college and houses weren’t purchased recently then maybe you don’t know.
  • Are you a cosigner on anyone else’s loan?
    Ahh, good thing to know.
  • Do you have any tax or other liens pending?
    I know L would tell me this, but I think it’s good to check in on – just to make sure they didn’t forget to tell you. 😉
  • Have you ever been put into collection by a creditor?
    You don’t always know what’s in their closet.
  • Do you have any U.S. Savings Bonds?
    Yeah, no idea.  Good question.
  • Do you own any mutual funds or stock?
    I know he does, but I don’t know what or how much.

Every couple is different.  And I guess they were trying to be all encompassing.  But seriously.  If I had to ask or answer some of these questions before I got married, I would have to say do you really know me?  And maybe it’s helpful for those people who get married real quick.  Like after a few weeks or a few months.

Do you think some of these questions are as weird as I do?  Maybe I’m just out in left field.


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