Sunday and Monday evenings are the two days where I really feel like an adult. Adult with responsibilities weighing on my shoulders. The choices I make are ones I have to carefully think about now versuses when I was in my twenties or younger. Or the amount of hours I put in for searches for open positions, the closes I make, or the counseling I provide to candidates and clients matter so much more now then they ever did before. The desire to pursue something new but knowing I need to stay put and pursure the dream on the side. Keeping it going while E is flying every week or sitting reserve in my old home town.
Who knew taking out the trash, recycling or the green bins to the curb for pick-up and back up to the house every week would have so much symbolism attach to it.
Showing posts with label life in the big city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life in the big city. Show all posts
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
love thy neighbor--and I do!
After a hard week at work and E being gone for almost a week, I was ready to just chill and relax tonight. I even told my co-worker how I had planned to purchase a bunch of magazines and take a bubble bath and just RELAX.
I arrived at home and to my surprise, our dog Poppy was not at the window (which she usually is) nor was she there to greet me at the door when I walk in. This kicked off the alarm bells. I looked all around the house and mind you my house is NOT THAT BIG. I noticed that the bathroom door was shut. Which is never closed. I tried to open the door and it was locked! A million thoughts ran through my head. I realized that my DOG WAS LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM! My Panic button kicked in. Poppy wasn't whinning but I could hear her moving around. Having no idea if she was hurt, I made a panic call to E who of course is sitting in Chicago. There on reserve, chilling at his brother's house. I am panicked. He is laughing. I hang up on him. Try to find a paper clip to try to jimmy the lock--not working at all.
Think about calling the fire department but decided my across the street neighbors would be better. I call T asking if her husband M was around, she said no and that was ever wrong we would put our two female brains to work. She could tell I was crying. I told her what was up. Her having two little girls of her own and dealing with many locked doors, she had what I needed...a skeleton key. Immediately she ran over and unlocked the door.
As soon as the door opens Poppy runs out. We look in and the bathroom is covered with Sh**T EVERYWHERE!! Poor thing. I think she got so scared, she literally pooped herself.
I gave T a huge hug,thanked her a million times over and told her I am so getting a bottle of wine after all this craziness. She says no you are not (after offering to help me clean my sh**t covered bathroom, I declined this offer of help). You are coming over and having wine with me. GOD LOVE HER!
I cleaned Poppy and the bathroom. I even managed to surpress the gagging while spraying the tub down the outside hose that I pulled through the tiny window. I am sad to say the bathroom rug didn't make it but I am pleased that the shower curtain and liner did.
Afterwards, I went across the street. T fed me a yummy dinner, wine and we had wonderful conversation. T & M are the best!
I arrived at home and to my surprise, our dog Poppy was not at the window (which she usually is) nor was she there to greet me at the door when I walk in. This kicked off the alarm bells. I looked all around the house and mind you my house is NOT THAT BIG. I noticed that the bathroom door was shut. Which is never closed. I tried to open the door and it was locked! A million thoughts ran through my head. I realized that my DOG WAS LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM! My Panic button kicked in. Poppy wasn't whinning but I could hear her moving around. Having no idea if she was hurt, I made a panic call to E who of course is sitting in Chicago. There on reserve, chilling at his brother's house. I am panicked. He is laughing. I hang up on him. Try to find a paper clip to try to jimmy the lock--not working at all.
Think about calling the fire department but decided my across the street neighbors would be better. I call T asking if her husband M was around, she said no and that was ever wrong we would put our two female brains to work. She could tell I was crying. I told her what was up. Her having two little girls of her own and dealing with many locked doors, she had what I needed...a skeleton key. Immediately she ran over and unlocked the door.
As soon as the door opens Poppy runs out. We look in and the bathroom is covered with Sh**T EVERYWHERE!! Poor thing. I think she got so scared, she literally pooped herself.
I gave T a huge hug,thanked her a million times over and told her I am so getting a bottle of wine after all this craziness. She says no you are not (after offering to help me clean my sh**t covered bathroom, I declined this offer of help). You are coming over and having wine with me. GOD LOVE HER!
I cleaned Poppy and the bathroom. I even managed to surpress the gagging while spraying the tub down the outside hose that I pulled through the tiny window. I am sad to say the bathroom rug didn't make it but I am pleased that the shower curtain and liner did.
Afterwards, I went across the street. T fed me a yummy dinner, wine and we had wonderful conversation. T & M are the best!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Sorry for the delay
It's been awhile for sure! E's been home now for 3 weeks! It's been so great. He is currently waiting to go for IOE, which is "initial operating experience." Essentially he has to observe the pilots flying the jet he will be flying before he can be put on line. SO...he is home. He got a call last wednesday that had him scheduled for a trip to Chicago leaving last Sunday for the week. But at 630am on Sunday, crew scheduling called and cancelled the trip. I swear if he doesn't get called soon, I think he is going to go nuts. He is getting a ton of yard work done so that's been really helpful.
I am going to try to fix the slideshow of Poppy. We are having so much fun with her. She has totally become one of the family. Tonight we took her to Point Isabel. It is a dog park near the bay. There are a ton of doggies and you have amazing views of San Francisco, Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Bridge. We were so proud of Poppy as we took her of the leash for the second time. She did so well!! While I am so happy she is with us, it literally breaks my heart when I stop to think about the family who left her. Whoever this family was they did an excellent job training her. She will only sleep on her doggie bed. When I tell her to go lie down, she immediately trots to her bed. She has not had an accident in the house. I could go on and on.
Will promise to catch up here soon with everyone.
I am going to try to fix the slideshow of Poppy. We are having so much fun with her. She has totally become one of the family. Tonight we took her to Point Isabel. It is a dog park near the bay. There are a ton of doggies and you have amazing views of San Francisco, Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Bridge. We were so proud of Poppy as we took her of the leash for the second time. She did so well!! While I am so happy she is with us, it literally breaks my heart when I stop to think about the family who left her. Whoever this family was they did an excellent job training her. She will only sleep on her doggie bed. When I tell her to go lie down, she immediately trots to her bed. She has not had an accident in the house. I could go on and on.
Will promise to catch up here soon with everyone.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Big Girl Pants: 50, Me: 0
I am in the final home stretch of E away. If all goes according to schedule I should have my husband home on March 24th. Yay for me. I finally got the bedroom painted, the furniture moved back in. Learned how to change a flat tire, purchased a new tire, etc, etc.
However, someone some where thinks I still need to grow up more because the hits just keep on coming.
Tonight I found out that my alternator in my car is going out. I discovered this because my battery light came on tonight as I was driving home. Now the miss independent that I am trying to be, took a looksie at my owner's manual to see this all means. I quickly found out that what it means is NOT GOOD. I called, um rather... I had E call the mechanic. The mechanic forbid me not to drive the car until we can meet up next Tuesday for him to fix it. If I do, then we have big problems. Essentially the alternator is not charging the battery and if the car is on it will drain the battery.
So I don't drive the car. No biggie right? My husband has his car here and I can just drive that. Well, the problem here is that I am not a great stick shift driver. I can manage but I am just not comfortable on the hills. No, actually I am deathly afraid of hills. Did you know that the Bay Area is FILLED with hills! I even live on a hill!
So I need to go find my big girl pants and teach myself how to drive a stick shift--hills and all.
Is it March 24th yet?
However, someone some where thinks I still need to grow up more because the hits just keep on coming.
Tonight I found out that my alternator in my car is going out. I discovered this because my battery light came on tonight as I was driving home. Now the miss independent that I am trying to be, took a looksie at my owner's manual to see this all means. I quickly found out that what it means is NOT GOOD. I called, um rather... I had E call the mechanic. The mechanic forbid me not to drive the car until we can meet up next Tuesday for him to fix it. If I do, then we have big problems. Essentially the alternator is not charging the battery and if the car is on it will drain the battery.
So I don't drive the car. No biggie right? My husband has his car here and I can just drive that. Well, the problem here is that I am not a great stick shift driver. I can manage but I am just not comfortable on the hills. No, actually I am deathly afraid of hills. Did you know that the Bay Area is FILLED with hills! I even live on a hill!
So I need to go find my big girl pants and teach myself how to drive a stick shift--hills and all.
Is it March 24th yet?
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
happier me...
Today was such a pisser of a day that by the time the day was over I was feeling kind of lousy.To help ease the pain, my sweet co-worker offered me a ride to the BART station on her way to the gym. This saved me a good 15 minute walk down hill in my 3 inch heels--god love her and she decided that the nights she is working out after work she would give me a ride to the station after work. Um, can I say I LOVE YOU!!!
I had a bit of a walk to the station which gave me some time to look around and see a new part of San Francisco. It also gave me time to reflect on my day and to try not be so upset about everything. As I took the escalator down into the station, there was a guy asking everyone if they had an extra "bart" card. Of course everyone ignored him. Usually I am one to by-pass people asking for money or a transfer card because after living in a city environment for the last 10 years you become jaded. Today though was different. I had a extra bart card in my purse and for selfish reasons-- really to make myself feel better I knew I had to give this guy my extra bart card. Walking past the guy, I stepped aside and fished around in my purse for the card. Finally I found it and I checked the amount left on it...$7.64--perfect! I walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder and without saying a word I gave it to him. He looked at me and said thank you and we walked toward the entry, he then looked down at the amount on the card--smiled and said now he could go the north pole and back. That my friends made me laugh out loud as I took the escaltor down to meet my train. I have no idea where this guy needed to go as he didn't follow me down the escalator, however I know in my heart that card would absolutely get him there and possibly back to the embarcadero bart station, if need be.
When I got home, I was able to end my day on a good note by talking to my dear friend Lindsay--who really has me convinced that I should name my first born after her but only if she moves here :). Seriously though this girl is my chicken soup for my soul and she is hilarous! You should check out her blog--"get your eat on". The link is located on my side bar. I also have to give a shout out to her dear friend, Cat, down in atlanta--rumor has it she has stopped by here and I hope next time she does, she will say hello!!!
I had a bit of a walk to the station which gave me some time to look around and see a new part of San Francisco. It also gave me time to reflect on my day and to try not be so upset about everything. As I took the escalator down into the station, there was a guy asking everyone if they had an extra "bart" card. Of course everyone ignored him. Usually I am one to by-pass people asking for money or a transfer card because after living in a city environment for the last 10 years you become jaded. Today though was different. I had a extra bart card in my purse and for selfish reasons-- really to make myself feel better I knew I had to give this guy my extra bart card. Walking past the guy, I stepped aside and fished around in my purse for the card. Finally I found it and I checked the amount left on it...$7.64--perfect! I walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder and without saying a word I gave it to him. He looked at me and said thank you and we walked toward the entry, he then looked down at the amount on the card--smiled and said now he could go the north pole and back. That my friends made me laugh out loud as I took the escaltor down to meet my train. I have no idea where this guy needed to go as he didn't follow me down the escalator, however I know in my heart that card would absolutely get him there and possibly back to the embarcadero bart station, if need be.
When I got home, I was able to end my day on a good note by talking to my dear friend Lindsay--who really has me convinced that I should name my first born after her but only if she moves here :). Seriously though this girl is my chicken soup for my soul and she is hilarous! You should check out her blog--"get your eat on". The link is located on my side bar. I also have to give a shout out to her dear friend, Cat, down in atlanta--rumor has it she has stopped by here and I hope next time she does, she will say hello!!!
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