It is mostly done. The deck, that is. This Saturday we (mostly him) finished the deck proper. The raziling was saved for another day. We want to draw out the pleasure as long as we can. It looks like a deck. It smells like and deck. And people walk on it without fearing for thier lives. At least they do not comment that they fdear for their lives. Before it was a regular occurrence.
I actually look forward to getting the newspaper now.
Faye and I went to the singles ward today and , Woof, what an experience. It is so quiet. If they ever ask me to talk I an going to my other ward, my true ward, the week before and I will tape record the sacrament time and then play it back during my talk. No kids screaming and that means I have to be quiet as well. We can't play games like we used to. You know the one - you lean over to your spouse and pick out another person and whisper it to your spouse. That is the person he has to marry if you suddenly die. When the dry heaves wear off it is your turn. YOu get to choose your husband's next wife. We have done this and have been able to not really hear any of the talks. It's great fun unless one of you actually hurls in the pew (insert your own joke here.) The real talking starts when the speakers get going. I knows young people talk alot but this was almost embarrassing to listen to. One of the speakers started espousing how dating was like your relationship with the Savior. I didn't get it either. But, as soon as he mentioned dating, it was carte blanche to all kibbitz about how everything was about dating and marriage, as if going to the singles ward wasn't about dating and marriage. It was kind of humorous. Also, it was kind of funny - Faye and I thought we were coming in to this ward as the new couple, it turns out that all of us are new couples so no one knows hwat the heck we are doing. All I know is they had little donut holes and cider in the cultural hall after church so I stuck around and fellowshipped a few of them nuggets, if you know what I mean. What a crazy church.
These two auditors are out golfing. The first one tees off and hits a hole-in-one. He is ecstatic. The second one says, "Not according to my R3 Secondary you didn't." They both fall down laughing. That one even makes me laugh. Just kidding.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Kansas City, Eh?
Two nights in Kansas City seems like enough. I like the people I work with and I think they like me. I just don’t need to spend 48 hours together. I wouldn’t mind 48 hours together, just not all at once. A few hours here, then a week off, a few more hours, then a month away. That is how I would like to spend 48 hours with these people.
And here’s another thing. By way of explanation, the first paragraph was the first thing. Otherwise this could not be “another” thing, it would just be a thing. So anyway, if you get up early at a hotel and are forced to shower and get dressed and be forced to wear one of the three shirts you have that say “Farmers” on it, and have to eat breakfast with these same people starting at 7:15 AM. And then after a rigorous discussion during the morning, you have to eat a “working lunch” with them again. And then another grueling discussion where we rehash the same things over and over and over and over again because, if you go to a meeting, even though someone else has just said the very thought in your brain, you still have to say it anyway,otherwise yo have no worth the the company - after 5 more hours of that, they then announce “We have reservations at J. Pierpont Wondershorts for dinner at 6PM.” I mean, really? Huh? After 10 consecutive hours with the same 15 people you really want me to go out to dinner with them as well? What sort of bonding do you think I need to do with these people? I see them in the elevators. (“Hey” is what you say when you see them. That is sufficient.) You see them in the restrooms. (Can I at least pee without you?) You then have to see them every time you eat. And then, as if you now are going to declare them as your dependent, they all want to go to the bar and get drinks afterwards.
Ay carumba. I mean, do you people not have other things to do in their life? I just can’t take these people after that much time together. For heavens sake, these people like to talk about audits, even after work. (These two auditors walk into a bar. The first one says, “Hey, what is your variance?” The second one responds, “TFQ or CR?” They both laugh till the pee themselves. Seriously)
So I am now in the airport waiting for the airline gods to determine if my flight will be on time or I will be forced to make friends with the nice garbage lady again. I went through the security check this afternoon and thought I was OK. No lights or buzzers went off. Then a nice young man with an evil streak and a badge asked me to move to the right and he frisked me with extreme prejudice for, what I thought, was way too long. I asked him at one point when I was going to meet his parents. Then, without explanation, he said I was just fine and asked me to move on so he could target his next hapless victim. I asked what it was that prompted him to treat me with such distain. He looked at me and just pointed to my trays of clothes and shoes and said thank you. I really would like to know what I did so that I could avoid doing it next time. I really didn’t enjoy the rubdown notwithstanding the noises I was making. (I am a little ticklish.)
So there, I’ve been to KC and I am now coming home.
And here’s another thing. By way of explanation, the first paragraph was the first thing. Otherwise this could not be “another” thing, it would just be a thing. So anyway, if you get up early at a hotel and are forced to shower and get dressed and be forced to wear one of the three shirts you have that say “Farmers” on it, and have to eat breakfast with these same people starting at 7:15 AM. And then after a rigorous discussion during the morning, you have to eat a “working lunch” with them again. And then another grueling discussion where we rehash the same things over and over and over and over again because, if you go to a meeting, even though someone else has just said the very thought in your brain, you still have to say it anyway,otherwise yo have no worth the the company - after 5 more hours of that, they then announce “We have reservations at J. Pierpont Wondershorts for dinner at 6PM.” I mean, really? Huh? After 10 consecutive hours with the same 15 people you really want me to go out to dinner with them as well? What sort of bonding do you think I need to do with these people? I see them in the elevators. (“Hey” is what you say when you see them. That is sufficient.) You see them in the restrooms. (Can I at least pee without you?) You then have to see them every time you eat. And then, as if you now are going to declare them as your dependent, they all want to go to the bar and get drinks afterwards.
Ay carumba. I mean, do you people not have other things to do in their life? I just can’t take these people after that much time together. For heavens sake, these people like to talk about audits, even after work. (These two auditors walk into a bar. The first one says, “Hey, what is your variance?” The second one responds, “TFQ or CR?” They both laugh till the pee themselves. Seriously)
So I am now in the airport waiting for the airline gods to determine if my flight will be on time or I will be forced to make friends with the nice garbage lady again. I went through the security check this afternoon and thought I was OK. No lights or buzzers went off. Then a nice young man with an evil streak and a badge asked me to move to the right and he frisked me with extreme prejudice for, what I thought, was way too long. I asked him at one point when I was going to meet his parents. Then, without explanation, he said I was just fine and asked me to move on so he could target his next hapless victim. I asked what it was that prompted him to treat me with such distain. He looked at me and just pointed to my trays of clothes and shoes and said thank you. I really would like to know what I did so that I could avoid doing it next time. I really didn’t enjoy the rubdown notwithstanding the noises I was making. (I am a little ticklish.)
So there, I’ve been to KC and I am now coming home.
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Porch from Hell
As some of you may know, I am replacing the front porch to my small imitation home in Tualatin. A nice man from our ward came to the house and told Faye multiple times that the front steps to our porch were a death trap and he would love to help me replace it. I finally relented and called him to discuss the possibility of his helping me replace my porch. Well, he had computer drawings and three options before I could say "incomptetent" (and I am referring to myself here.) When I say he helped me, he did all the work and I watched and handed him tools.
Well, he and I reviewed the drawings and finally agreed on option three (remember this because it is a key part of the story later.) He gave me a list of lumber and hardware to purchase and assured me he would come over the Saturday after conference and we would put the porch together before the HP social at 4:30 PM. (Note the omminous music starting to build in the background)
Well, he arrived and the house at 7:30 AM last Saturday and got all of his tools out of his car and set up shop. We tore apart the old porch - that was a lot of fun. I love taking stuff apart. It was done in just a few minutes. He has great tools. I have boy tools - his tools are big-boy man tools and have genitals of their own. It was fast. Then he took a look at the lumber I had purchased. Those of you familiar with foreshadowing will knoe what happens next. I had the wrong wood. It was like it didn't even come from trees. How could a person who went to school and could drive a car pick wood like this. I could hear his eyes rolling back in his head. This wood would not do and we needed to replace it immediately. People who know me know I own two cars, neither of them is a lumber-toting vehicle. I don't think either of my cars could pack anything larger than lincoln logs. So I had to call a friend in the ward who owns a pickup truck. After dialing the wrong number - twice (remember this is before 8AM)- I was able to get ahold of Steve Beikman and I borriwed his truck-like vehicle. I know I don't even have a truck and havce to covet his truck, but this vehicle was a pile of it. It was an eventful trip to Home depot and back. But the good news is, we had the right type of wood. It was beautiful wood, it was the right size, it was very expensive. Oh, option three was not the right option, it was option 1 - I just didn't realize until we were purchasing all new wood.
So, meanwhile, back at the house, there was a large space where my porch used to be and I was wondering which of the many neighborhood kids was trying to knock on my door becoming seriously injured and planning the lawsuit. We got back home and were able to finally start on the porch. Hahahahahah you are such a dope. Of course we could not start on the deck. The joists and nails I purchased were not hot dipped. Apparently, in the old days when our pioneer forefathers were small, people made porches and decks with galvanized nails. In our modern times, it appears that galvanized nails are only used to nail old dog turds to the fence. It was not an option to construct my porch with galvanized nails, thay had to be hot dipped. And don't get me started on the joists. So this time we sent Faye back to Home Depot to get the hot dipped stuff and he went back to his house under the guise of getting some additional tools and stuff. I'm sure he went back home, called all of his friends, and told them all what a baloney-for-brains I was. They all got a huge kick out of the galvanized nails story, I'm sure. HE called then on a hot-dipped phone.
An hour or so later we were back at the house, hot-dipped nails in hand and the right joists in the other - ready to start making a porch. Remember, this story is about building a porch. It is now 11Am and we are ready to start putting a porch where the big porch hole is now. We actually started cutting the very nice wood and made a rough frame for the porch. We hung joists (insert your own joke here) and it was quite sturdy. Well, I was feeling kind of manly all the sudden and felt like we just might build a porch. We stopped for lunch. We had sandwiches. It was great.
Then we started to cut out the risers, the actual steps for the porch. He cut the first one and it was wrong. Luckily it was cut out of the 2x12x12 ft boards, the most expensive and hardest to transport. Well, I ran to the store to get another expensive board. Keep count at home - this was trip number three. So we eventually got all five risers cut out and I was thinking maybe we could really get going on the porch. Well, by this time he was tired and it was time to go socialize with the high priests. So what I had left was an outline/frame where my porch used to be. It did keep the deacons from coming to collect fast offerings on Sunday, so we had that going for us.
Fast forward to this evening, Monday. He came by the house and he asked what the concrete bolts looked like. Go figure, I had the wrong ones. One more trip to Home Depot and I purchased more bolts and a drill bit. After that was purchased we started to connect the risers and after a long time we were actually ready to put the decking on and make the porch look like a porch. He took a look at the decking screws I had purchased. He had actually looked at the box if screws on Saturday and mentioned that we had more than enough to get the job done. Apparently he was just commenting on the quantity of screws, not the quality of them. Well, tonight he actually opened the box o' screws and advised me I have a brain made of anal lunchmeat because these screws were for composite deck material, not wood. We needed bugle head deck screws. He actually said that. He is probably telling his friends now "I told him to get bugle head deck screws, and he bought it.This guy is a maroon." We actually tried one and, to the untrained eye, I thought the deck screws were just fine. Well, I am a botard because he would not have any part of it. So my deck now has risers and nothing else. He said we needed stainless steel screws because - and at this point he said something about the type of wood and some other things but I didn't hear because I just wanted the damned porch to be done. So he is going to purchase some stainless steel screws at a cost just lower than white diamonds and he will put the final decking on when I am out of town the next few days.
So, what did I learn from this. I did not really purchase anything at all that we ended up using on the porch. I had the wrong nails, the wrong wood and the wrong bolts. I clearly have no idea what I am doing when it comes to building a porch. I mean, I would have put the decking on with the lame screws and there would have been little dimples in it. I also learned that anal lunch meat would be a good punk rock band name.
I will be going to Kansas City tomorrow and return Thursday evening late. I might have a new porch when I return. I might have a new house. I really don't know what to expect.
I'll let you know.
Well, he and I reviewed the drawings and finally agreed on option three (remember this because it is a key part of the story later.) He gave me a list of lumber and hardware to purchase and assured me he would come over the Saturday after conference and we would put the porch together before the HP social at 4:30 PM. (Note the omminous music starting to build in the background)
Well, he arrived and the house at 7:30 AM last Saturday and got all of his tools out of his car and set up shop. We tore apart the old porch - that was a lot of fun. I love taking stuff apart. It was done in just a few minutes. He has great tools. I have boy tools - his tools are big-boy man tools and have genitals of their own. It was fast. Then he took a look at the lumber I had purchased. Those of you familiar with foreshadowing will knoe what happens next. I had the wrong wood. It was like it didn't even come from trees. How could a person who went to school and could drive a car pick wood like this. I could hear his eyes rolling back in his head. This wood would not do and we needed to replace it immediately. People who know me know I own two cars, neither of them is a lumber-toting vehicle. I don't think either of my cars could pack anything larger than lincoln logs. So I had to call a friend in the ward who owns a pickup truck. After dialing the wrong number - twice (remember this is before 8AM)- I was able to get ahold of Steve Beikman and I borriwed his truck-like vehicle. I know I don't even have a truck and havce to covet his truck, but this vehicle was a pile of it. It was an eventful trip to Home depot and back. But the good news is, we had the right type of wood. It was beautiful wood, it was the right size, it was very expensive. Oh, option three was not the right option, it was option 1 - I just didn't realize until we were purchasing all new wood.
So, meanwhile, back at the house, there was a large space where my porch used to be and I was wondering which of the many neighborhood kids was trying to knock on my door becoming seriously injured and planning the lawsuit. We got back home and were able to finally start on the porch. Hahahahahah you are such a dope. Of course we could not start on the deck. The joists and nails I purchased were not hot dipped. Apparently, in the old days when our pioneer forefathers were small, people made porches and decks with galvanized nails. In our modern times, it appears that galvanized nails are only used to nail old dog turds to the fence. It was not an option to construct my porch with galvanized nails, thay had to be hot dipped. And don't get me started on the joists. So this time we sent Faye back to Home Depot to get the hot dipped stuff and he went back to his house under the guise of getting some additional tools and stuff. I'm sure he went back home, called all of his friends, and told them all what a baloney-for-brains I was. They all got a huge kick out of the galvanized nails story, I'm sure. HE called then on a hot-dipped phone.
An hour or so later we were back at the house, hot-dipped nails in hand and the right joists in the other - ready to start making a porch. Remember, this story is about building a porch. It is now 11Am and we are ready to start putting a porch where the big porch hole is now. We actually started cutting the very nice wood and made a rough frame for the porch. We hung joists (insert your own joke here) and it was quite sturdy. Well, I was feeling kind of manly all the sudden and felt like we just might build a porch. We stopped for lunch. We had sandwiches. It was great.
Then we started to cut out the risers, the actual steps for the porch. He cut the first one and it was wrong. Luckily it was cut out of the 2x12x12 ft boards, the most expensive and hardest to transport. Well, I ran to the store to get another expensive board. Keep count at home - this was trip number three. So we eventually got all five risers cut out and I was thinking maybe we could really get going on the porch. Well, by this time he was tired and it was time to go socialize with the high priests. So what I had left was an outline/frame where my porch used to be. It did keep the deacons from coming to collect fast offerings on Sunday, so we had that going for us.
Fast forward to this evening, Monday. He came by the house and he asked what the concrete bolts looked like. Go figure, I had the wrong ones. One more trip to Home Depot and I purchased more bolts and a drill bit. After that was purchased we started to connect the risers and after a long time we were actually ready to put the decking on and make the porch look like a porch. He took a look at the decking screws I had purchased. He had actually looked at the box if screws on Saturday and mentioned that we had more than enough to get the job done. Apparently he was just commenting on the quantity of screws, not the quality of them. Well, tonight he actually opened the box o' screws and advised me I have a brain made of anal lunchmeat because these screws were for composite deck material, not wood. We needed bugle head deck screws. He actually said that. He is probably telling his friends now "I told him to get bugle head deck screws, and he bought it.This guy is a maroon." We actually tried one and, to the untrained eye, I thought the deck screws were just fine. Well, I am a botard because he would not have any part of it. So my deck now has risers and nothing else. He said we needed stainless steel screws because - and at this point he said something about the type of wood and some other things but I didn't hear because I just wanted the damned porch to be done. So he is going to purchase some stainless steel screws at a cost just lower than white diamonds and he will put the final decking on when I am out of town the next few days.
So, what did I learn from this. I did not really purchase anything at all that we ended up using on the porch. I had the wrong nails, the wrong wood and the wrong bolts. I clearly have no idea what I am doing when it comes to building a porch. I mean, I would have put the decking on with the lame screws and there would have been little dimples in it. I also learned that anal lunch meat would be a good punk rock band name.
I will be going to Kansas City tomorrow and return Thursday evening late. I might have a new porch when I return. I might have a new house. I really don't know what to expect.
I'll let you know.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Scary Dreams
Have you ever had that dream, you know, the one where you show up to a final and you realized that haven't even attended one class all semester and don't even know the name of the class. Mine is a little different. I suddenly realize I am in a class and the other students have their books and I only have a duck. Clearly I am unprepared and am up a creek. That is my usual nightmare. Well, my last nightmare is worse. My duck is naked.
Maybe it is the new job. I know a lot about claims but little about how our auditing system works. People are asking me questions as if I know anything about all of this. So like I have done in the past, I pull nicely crafted turds out of my rear end and hope they sound OK. I am telling regional managers why they are wrong. I keep thinking someone is going to call bullshit and I'll be exposed for the fraud that I am.
I presume I will do this like all my other jobs - work hard and figure it out eventually and hope I can fake it until I become competent. It's not a great plan but it is a plan nontheless.
I get to tear apart my front porch on Saturday. I hope to get it back together on the same day. I have a very smart guy from church helping me do it. And when I say helping me, I am actually going to hand him tools and hope to stay out of his way and try to not to get him mad. In the end I will have a new porch and the value of my house will skyrocket. I think that is the key to this economic downturn, shoddy porches. I'm surprised the candidates have not included this in their platform.
I'll blog again when the pup is up again.
Dave
Maybe it is the new job. I know a lot about claims but little about how our auditing system works. People are asking me questions as if I know anything about all of this. So like I have done in the past, I pull nicely crafted turds out of my rear end and hope they sound OK. I am telling regional managers why they are wrong. I keep thinking someone is going to call bullshit and I'll be exposed for the fraud that I am.
I presume I will do this like all my other jobs - work hard and figure it out eventually and hope I can fake it until I become competent. It's not a great plan but it is a plan nontheless.
I get to tear apart my front porch on Saturday. I hope to get it back together on the same day. I have a very smart guy from church helping me do it. And when I say helping me, I am actually going to hand him tools and hope to stay out of his way and try to not to get him mad. In the end I will have a new porch and the value of my house will skyrocket. I think that is the key to this economic downturn, shoddy porches. I'm surprised the candidates have not included this in their platform.
I'll blog again when the pup is up again.
Dave
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Audit me, No Audit You!!
So here I am three days into being an audit manager. It's so cool. Soooo much power to be mean and petty. I have been very good and benevolent so far. I sense that good feeling will soon disappear. I got to overturn an audit already and I told a regional claims manager that I would not reconsider his request. Fun stuff.
It has been rainy and lame here lately. I have been traveling up to Vancouver, WA (you know , the place where you have to pump your own gas) and the traveling in the rain is totally lame. I have been so used to the wonderful summer weather that I forgot how lame it is to drive in the rain. Oh well, in another 6 months or so it will stop again.
We just finished watching conference. (There's 10 hours I'll never get back - Just kidding) It was good as usual. I still have my little freaky buttons. I wish two things.
1. Please get off the "you must wear a white shirt and tie to pass the sacrament" thing. I wish someone would at least acknowledge that personal worthiness is important, or at least as important as the white shirt. It seems like they only talk about the white shirt, much more than any discussion about personal worthiness.
B. Quit using the phrase "important calling" when you talk about what people do in the church. Jay Jensen mentioned how important it was to give single women "significant" callings in the ward. Please send me a list of which callings are significant and which ones are weenie so I can adjust my attitude accordingly. That expression really chaps my hide, as it were.
So enough of my high horse. At least I got to watch in my jammies. In fact "watching" conference is a strong term for what I did this morning. I napped through a lot today. I think it still counts but I missed a lot. I find when I am in my jammies and have had a good night's rest and I have a blanket, I can sleep no matter what. Especially when older men in dull suits are talking with very little voice inflection and humor that requires highly tunes scientific instruments to detect. Six more months before jammie church again.
Well, enough of this silliness. I get to work from home tomorrow because my counterpart, the one who is training me, is off on a vacation day. I will try to get dressed or I will just sleep the day away.
Woof.
It has been rainy and lame here lately. I have been traveling up to Vancouver, WA (you know , the place where you have to pump your own gas) and the traveling in the rain is totally lame. I have been so used to the wonderful summer weather that I forgot how lame it is to drive in the rain. Oh well, in another 6 months or so it will stop again.
We just finished watching conference. (There's 10 hours I'll never get back - Just kidding) It was good as usual. I still have my little freaky buttons. I wish two things.
1. Please get off the "you must wear a white shirt and tie to pass the sacrament" thing. I wish someone would at least acknowledge that personal worthiness is important, or at least as important as the white shirt. It seems like they only talk about the white shirt, much more than any discussion about personal worthiness.
B. Quit using the phrase "important calling" when you talk about what people do in the church. Jay Jensen mentioned how important it was to give single women "significant" callings in the ward. Please send me a list of which callings are significant and which ones are weenie so I can adjust my attitude accordingly. That expression really chaps my hide, as it were.
So enough of my high horse. At least I got to watch in my jammies. In fact "watching" conference is a strong term for what I did this morning. I napped through a lot today. I think it still counts but I missed a lot. I find when I am in my jammies and have had a good night's rest and I have a blanket, I can sleep no matter what. Especially when older men in dull suits are talking with very little voice inflection and humor that requires highly tunes scientific instruments to detect. Six more months before jammie church again.
Well, enough of this silliness. I get to work from home tomorrow because my counterpart, the one who is training me, is off on a vacation day. I will try to get dressed or I will just sleep the day away.
Woof.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Litigation Shcmitigation
It is over. I left Progressive to become the baddest Lit manager in Farmers history. Now after anout a year I am no longer the Litigation manager. Now I get to see if I will enjoy my new career or just confirm I've made the miggest mistake of my life. Well, not the biggest mistake. That no-interest derivative mortgage jumbo loan I invested the ward's tithing money in last week seems to be a bad decision as well. Who knew. It seemed like a lock for big money.
I cleared out my desk and wiped all the dust bunnies off of my desk and piled all my stuff in a corner. I will be working out of the Vancouver office for the next week. Then I can't decide if I will work from home or find another office I can plan in. I like the idea of getting up and not getting out of the jammies, just turn on the laptop and act like I'm working. Oh sure, about 11 or so (after Price is Right) I will get serious and ruin some poor adjusters life by auditing the living poo out of a file or two, then it's nap time. You have to pace yourself. No reason to burn out too early. Or perhaps I have no idea just how seriously busy I will be. Likely the latter. I will, of course, let you all know what I decide on the blog. The tuxedo'd Pup will let you know.
The one thing I will miss from the litigation position is all the ridiculous allegations in the complaints filed. There was one suit - Mom died and left her two sons a parcel of land, which she split downn the middle. There was a garage that was on the property line. Son 1 wanted to sell his property, son 2 didn't want to but son 1 needed the garage thing resolved. Son 2 took took a chainsaw and cut the damned thing in half, right along the property line. Then, to provide the piece de resistence, took out a jack hammer and chiseled out his portion of the foundation. You just can't make up crap like that. There are a few more that are of a sexual nature that I will share in another setting. The tux Pup is not R rated.
Go Cougars. BCS busters - I hope.
I cleared out my desk and wiped all the dust bunnies off of my desk and piled all my stuff in a corner. I will be working out of the Vancouver office for the next week. Then I can't decide if I will work from home or find another office I can plan in. I like the idea of getting up and not getting out of the jammies, just turn on the laptop and act like I'm working. Oh sure, about 11 or so (after Price is Right) I will get serious and ruin some poor adjusters life by auditing the living poo out of a file or two, then it's nap time. You have to pace yourself. No reason to burn out too early. Or perhaps I have no idea just how seriously busy I will be. Likely the latter. I will, of course, let you all know what I decide on the blog. The tuxedo'd Pup will let you know.
The one thing I will miss from the litigation position is all the ridiculous allegations in the complaints filed. There was one suit - Mom died and left her two sons a parcel of land, which she split downn the middle. There was a garage that was on the property line. Son 1 wanted to sell his property, son 2 didn't want to but son 1 needed the garage thing resolved. Son 2 took took a chainsaw and cut the damned thing in half, right along the property line. Then, to provide the piece de resistence, took out a jack hammer and chiseled out his portion of the foundation. You just can't make up crap like that. There are a few more that are of a sexual nature that I will share in another setting. The tux Pup is not R rated.
Go Cougars. BCS busters - I hope.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Long time no blog
Well, I guess I really didn't kow what I was getting into when I said I would blog. I realize my life is ordinary but maybe I didn't realize just how ordinary I feel my life really is. I come home each night and think, "Did I really do anything blog-worthy today?" That is digno de blog for all of you in spanish land. I live an ordinary life. I go to work. I work. Then I come home and work a little more. I ride my bike in the morning. I eat my regular cereal and test my blood sugar twice a day. I take my shot of insulin at night.
There you have it. My entire life in a paragraph.
Replay it every night - that is my life.
OK a few new things. I was in San Diego last week for three day(4 nights). It was lovely. I went to the beach Sunday evening when I arrived and it was nice. Not a lot of people out because it waas a little chilly. It was only chilly if you live in San Diego. For us Oregonians it was the best weather ever so I hung out for about an hour. Then I finally got out of my meetings on the last day and went to the beachh again. It was even better because it was earlier in the day and I got to hang out a few more minutes. Warm weather and surfers and everything. I wish I could afford to live in San Diego - best weather all year long but a bit pricey.
When I was down in SD I was chillin' with my new audit people. We started the day at 8AM and we diligently talked about auditing until about 5PM. Then the people they were training went home and we, the managers, stayed for what I thought would be a few more minutes to wrap up some details. It turns out there were many details to talk about. Not only did we talk about them. We repeated them until I wanted to puke and watch my own head explode. These guys like to talk about audits. Go figure - auditors wo want to talk about audits. Since I'm the new guy on the block I can't really say - "Hey, let's go do something else." So I sat there and tried to keep the glossy lookk out of my eyes until I could get in my own car and scream , at the top of my lungs, "What the F*^&^%$$ is going on." I waited until I was far enough away that no one would see my eyes bugging out of my head. It did get better the next few nights but that first night I wanted to staple my knee caps.
Faye and I got new callings at church. She and I get to go to the singles ward for the next 18 months and fellowship inactive young adults. This should be interesting. I get out of my calling as Scout Committee Chairman and Faye is released from her sentence in the nursery. It will be interestiing to be away from our regular (it eats lot of roughage) ward but we will give it a shot.
So there you have it. I blogged. Yo Bloge.
See you all soon. Or not. Whatever.
There you have it. My entire life in a paragraph.
Replay it every night - that is my life.
OK a few new things. I was in San Diego last week for three day(4 nights). It was lovely. I went to the beach Sunday evening when I arrived and it was nice. Not a lot of people out because it waas a little chilly. It was only chilly if you live in San Diego. For us Oregonians it was the best weather ever so I hung out for about an hour. Then I finally got out of my meetings on the last day and went to the beachh again. It was even better because it was earlier in the day and I got to hang out a few more minutes. Warm weather and surfers and everything. I wish I could afford to live in San Diego - best weather all year long but a bit pricey.
When I was down in SD I was chillin' with my new audit people. We started the day at 8AM and we diligently talked about auditing until about 5PM. Then the people they were training went home and we, the managers, stayed for what I thought would be a few more minutes to wrap up some details. It turns out there were many details to talk about. Not only did we talk about them. We repeated them until I wanted to puke and watch my own head explode. These guys like to talk about audits. Go figure - auditors wo want to talk about audits. Since I'm the new guy on the block I can't really say - "Hey, let's go do something else." So I sat there and tried to keep the glossy lookk out of my eyes until I could get in my own car and scream , at the top of my lungs, "What the F*^&^%$$ is going on." I waited until I was far enough away that no one would see my eyes bugging out of my head. It did get better the next few nights but that first night I wanted to staple my knee caps.
Faye and I got new callings at church. She and I get to go to the singles ward for the next 18 months and fellowship inactive young adults. This should be interesting. I get out of my calling as Scout Committee Chairman and Faye is released from her sentence in the nursery. It will be interestiing to be away from our regular (it eats lot of roughage) ward but we will give it a shot.
So there you have it. I blogged. Yo Bloge.
See you all soon. Or not. Whatever.
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