This Just In . . .

The weather gods have heard my complaining, and will be blessing us with possible SNOW FLURRIES tomorrow!!!!!!!

*dances with joy*

Now, mind you, we California valley dwellers don't have to deal with this on a yearly basis, as some of you other-worlders do. So this is really exciting for us. It's supposed to hit tomorrow morning, possibly impacting morning commutes. That ought to be interesting . . . people driving in snow who don't typically have to do it.

If it wasn't for end of month reports due this week, I'd call in sick tomorrow just to watch it.

Too bad the snow is supposed to only be around tomorrow morning. Wonder what the house would look like, all lit up with Christmas lights, and SNOW!!!!!!

Woot!!!!!

UPDATE: Well, it snowed everywhere else BUT here. Sacramento, Rocklin, Citrus Heights, Antelope, Galt, Newcastle - all got snow. The only thing we got was a little rain. Oh, well. At least it's cold, and it feels more Christmas-y!

Oh yeah - I have a blog . . . .

Sorry - long time, no post.

Not much happening. Work is work. Home is wonderful. Kids are healthy. Hubby is as good looking as ever.

Hope everyone here in the States had a good Thanksgiving. We had a nice, quiet day to ourselves. That's the good thing about living far away from relatives. Aparently, it's a pain in the ass to drive on holidays. Who'd have guessed?? *whistles innocently*

Well, now we're sliding into Christmas, and I'm out there joining all the crazy holiday shoppers - looking for the best deal on all the crazy stuff the kids just NEED to have.

You know what I hate most about living in California? I mean - aside from the insane governor, and the taxes that just about leave you penniless, and the laws that make it illegal to do anything fun. What I hate most AFTER all that is that it doesn't get cold enough before Christmas. I mean - we have winter. Sort of. It usually starts sometime in January, and runs till about early March. We'll get some wind, and some rain, and sometimes a little hail. But no snow. Shoot, sometimes we barely get any rain. It's all blue sky and sunny outside right now, and I'm sorry - but that's just not Christmas-y. I have a bunch of cute Christmas-type outfits, but I can't wear them. It's not cold enough. I refuse to run around in a red and gold spangly sweater with sweat stains on it. Just won't happen. But I WANT to wear that stuff. And how stupid would I look with my bright green sweatshirt with a snowman wearing a santa hat in February????

Okay - now that I have THAT off my chest - how's everyone else doing??

The best part about being a Mom . . .

Munchkin wrote this to me on our computer:

YOU ARE PRETTY AND YOU ARE NICE AND YOU ARE FUNNY YOU ARE SMART YOU ARE A GOOD SWIMMER TOO!!!!!! YOU ARE COOL I LIKE YOUR LAUGH. TO MOM



What she lacks in grammar skills, she makes up in knowing exactly how to make me the happiest mommy on Earth.

Does this make me a bad person??

What does the following say about me as a person?

I found out last week that one of my coworkers lobbied long and hard to try to prevent me from getting my new position. I mean, she cannot stand me at all. She went around to the people in the unit saying, "I don't care who gets this position, as long as it's not her." Meaning ME. She would see me talking to the boss, and tell people I was kissing up, kissing his ass, whatever the words were - the meaning was there. I even heard she called me "white trash". (I put the term in quotes because I find it funny that someone would consider me white - most people assume I'm Mexican).

Anyway, this news took me a little by surprise. Not the hating - because let's face it - you always know when someone doesn't like you. And, if I can be honest, the feeling is pretty mutual. I'm not a fan of hers, and would in no way, shape, or form spend any time outside the office with her. But the vehemence that she had aparently directed toward me is a little startling.

And it just made me giggle like a school girl.

I cannot help but find this extremely funny. Even four days later, I think of it, and I get a HUGE smile on my face.

Is that wrong?

I love xkcd

Because I can

Okay - please bear in mind that I've had a few drinks.

First - LOVE my new job. LOVE LOVE LOVE the people I work with. They have personalities. And they speak to you. And include you in on things like lunch. And maybe going to go get a coffee. So nice.

The job itself, however, needs a little adjustment. I had no idea that I would need so many reports to do one job. It's insane. There HAS to be an easier way. And I will find it. Just give me a little time. (and maybe a few shots. just sayin . . . )

Seriously, though. It's nice working with someone who will actually give me work to do. I kind of like it when I ask something, and I hear - "Not sure - why don't YOU find out?" It's so cool.

On my previous job, I'd ask to do things, and I'd get, "Well, why don't you try to do this, send it to me, and I'll see if it's as good as I can do it." Granted, it wasn't those exact words, but the meaning was there. I was so bored. I wasn't trusted to do anyting worthwhile. I just sat there, and kept hearing how my boss would never hire an associate to do a project analyst's job. So - I sat there. For a YEAR. Doing practically nothing. I would try to find ways to increase my duties, to no avail. "I don't want you to do that. THIS is much more important." THIS being checking various databases and seeing if they'd changed from day to day. A slug with half a brain could do what I did. It was frustrating and demeaning.

Now - not a problem. My new boss is asking me to devise a completely new system of reporting. I have so many ideas, my brain is exploding. I have to admit that I'm a little nervous. I'm new to the Budget arena. Not exactly sure what all of the terms mean, and what is important and what isn't.

But I know one thing - I'm genuinely happy right now. I know that working for the State of California kind of sucks right now (more on the budget situation in another post), but I love learning new things. I love taking what I know, and applying it to new processes, and helping out other people.

I like being valued. It's a cool feeling.

Spry old farts

When hubby and I are . . . *ahem* . . . older, I want to be like this:



Granted, we'll probably have to learn how to dance first. Then, I suppose I'd have to stop leading. Hubby always complains when he has to be the bitch.

Editor's note: It's not my fault I lead. Dance Fever ruined my life. I was always bigger than all my friends, so I had to be the guy when we'd try to recreate the dances. I guess it stuck.

Damn it.