Currently the biggest thing on my mind is the union they’re trying to put our department into at work. I’m doing everything I can do find a way out of it. I hate being stressed out. 
What’s on my mind today requires a bit of back story, sorry.
So, I worked with this guy over the summer and I really liked him. Unfortunately, of all the people I worked with and was friendly with last year who left for a while (unless they’re in management people come and go depending on which project their working for) he’s the only one who didn’t stay in touch. Eventually I figured I’d never see him again.
So imagine my shock when he suddenly reappeared last Monday - I mean that literally, I know I turned pale when I saw him. Since he made no effort to stay in touch and I was worried most of last week that my mom might have cancer (she doesn’t, thank God) I pretty much ignored him. I figured he didn’t want to talk to me anyway. I didn’t speak to him at all until he asked how I was Friday, and I only replied I was fine. Over the weekend I found a card that a few months back a mutual friend talked me into buying him for his upcoming birthday; we’d been to another friend’s party at the time.
Today I decided that maybe I was being unfair since I’ve based everything on assumptions, gathered up my nerve and asked him if I was remembering correctly that he turns 30 next week. His face totally lit up and he had the biggest smile… we talked for a bit about it being a little scary to leave our twenties since I’m turning 30 too, in April. Later, I gave him the card and he seemed happy about it.
Since then I’ve been wondering why he was so obviously was pleased that I finally spoke to him, and why he didn’t keep in touch if not wanting to talk to me wasn’t why…and why I still kind of want to sleep with him. And of course if he’s currently seeing anyone. So that and wondering if I’m going to work on the project that starts Monday (which he’ll be working on) have pretty much been the only things on my mind since lunch time.
I thought these things would be less silly and difficult as adults, but apparently not. Although, I’m admittedly immature in some areas, but wouldn’t he have to be too?
Mr. Neville’s job search, and absolutely dreading looking for a new job wherever we end up living. I’m particularly dreading the idea of interviewing- I hate job interviews with the fire of 6.02*10[sup]23[/sup] suns. Every time I’ve changed jobs, my new job has been better, which is reassuring, but I sure do hate the process of finding a new job.
It’s almost time for that here, too- dreading that, too.
I’m a little freaked out about turning 32 at the end of this month. I’ll be 100000 in binary :eek: Also half of 64 (I like the song “When I’m 64”) :eek: And, of course, all this is on top of the usual “I’m getting old and doing nothing with my life” thoughts that I always have around this time of year.
I’m glad the sun is setting later.
I’m going to have pizza for dinner tonight, and then I’ll have leftover (reheated, not cold) pizza for breakfast tomorrow and maybe Friday. I like having pizza for breakfast.
I have those too, sometimes. Ugh. {{{Thorny Platypus}}}
(Don’t platypuses lay eggs, instead of getting pregnant?)
(I probably shouldn’t hug platypuses, either, particularly not thorny ones. At least Thorny is a female, so I don’t have to worry about venom)
I can understand this, actually. I love being married, but I hated the whole wedding planning process. I didn’t enjoy the wedding itself much, either, since I don’t enjoy being the center of attention.
This Jew likes a lot of pagans and atheists better than she likes some followers of the Abrahamic religions… From what I’ve heard (I hope to go there to visit sometime this year), Israel’s too nice a place to leave to the fundies. Seriously, I think that the presence of Pagans like you somewhere makes life a lot more tolerable for a liberal member of an Abrahamic religion like me.
{{{Anne Neville}}} If its any help, I’m having similar thoughts. I hit the big three-oh next month. Right now, my job is in jeopardy and it feels like continents will change position before I get my BS. (Stepford Students becoming Phrama Babes before my eyes doesn’t help. 
Years ago, before school shallowed my life, I volunteered to help out an Orthodox Jewish woman. I took her to doctor’s appointments, “bought” her baking supplies before Passover, and other little things. She was very comfortable with me being a Pagan. I wasn’t intimidated by her dietary restrictions or scared by ritual needs. *Candles? Ok. What size and color do you need? The rabbi can’t be alone with us? Sorry, I didn’t know. *
Thanks for the hug, Anne!
I’ve been a slob for most of my life and I’m finally fed up with the ick that is my home. I started cleaning today, and while I’ve only done a few things, it already looks loads better. The kitchen (lots o dishes) and laundry are the projects for tomorrow, and after that I’ll have most of the main stuff done!
Right now I’ve got a sinkful of dishes soaking, so I’ll be able to get them clean in the dishwasher. You should see the water in that sink now… Well, ok maybe you shouldn’t. It’s pretty gross.
I was thinking and realized there are 3 reasons I’m finally getting motivated:
- Myself. I’m tired of clutter, tired of having to watch where I walk, tired of not having clean dishes or counter space so I can cook, tired of not being able to have guests.
- My boyfriend. He’ll be moving into the area soon, possibly into my apartment, and I really don’t want to bring him into a place like this. It makes me look terrible, and he already comes from a family where he was the ONLY one that did chores. Somehow I doubt he wants to move up here and clean up after me, too.
- My cats. I imagine they’re used to the mess by now, especially the kittens, but I feel bad for them. I know cats are fussy about cleanliness and here they are, stuck with a slob. That just isn’t fair. The only bright side is they don’t dare jump on the counters
All I can think about is my Aunt who passed away from Breast Cancer in Dec. 06’ I miss her like crazy and I don’t want her to be gone. I know she’s at peace and isn’t hurting any more. I got some of her jewelery that I wear with pride, and when I can I wear my pink ribbon hat. (can’t wear it to work) She is a beautiful woman and has a heart of gold. I have her as my background @ work and I have a picture of her at the race she did with her daughter and she looks radiant! I want to get a tattoo to remember her by, already have one in mind.
I dream of dancing with faeries, and how I can’t wait to go to Mexico (March 07’) would love to visit many places but can’t afford it. I dream of sleep which I’m not getting, wanting my kids to do what their told and get up when they should. So much I could go on and on about but I won’t. I’m yawning and I would love to go to bed right now, maybe I will who knows. Thanks MouseMaven for doing this thread.
Blessed Be!
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: You’re welcome. I’m sorry your aunt died. She sounds like a wonderful person.
Speaking of aunts, I’ve decided to go my cousin’s wedding and reconnect with the maternal side of my family. Currently, I’m really freaked out. Mouse_Spouse and I will be using up precious vacation time and going on a god damned plane! (Don’t like to fly. Can you tell?) If this turns into a fiasco, I’ll never forgive myself.
My car is paid off! WooHoo! Just in time for the payment money to go toward my student loans. ::le sigh:: Now I need to find X-Spouse and have him sign the title over to me. Its been several years. Wonder were he got off to?
Hugs I hate to fly too! Good for you that your going to the wedding and are going to reconnect w/family. I will send positive thoughts when you and mouse_spouse take off. The Goddess will be holding you in her arms so don’t be scared. I know it’s scary but you will do fine, just know that your Doper friends are here and I am a good listener if you need an ear. 
You’re very sweet.
As for flying: I turn 30 next month. Hopefully, my luck warranty hasn’t expired. 
I swear the gods like to fuck around with me occasionally. A couple of years ago, I participated in a ritual and asked that “all blockages be removed.” (I was trying to alleviate my academic apathy.) The next day, I was in the hospital, dehydrated by severe diarrhea. Apparently, I wasn’t clear about what sort of blockages. One must be *very specific * when making a request. :smack:
I really should be working right now. I have no good reason to be making this post, other than putting off the inevitable.
I wrote a bunch of other stuff here, but then decided it wasn’t worth posting.
But I still managed to waste 10 minutes typing it.
I’m now resisting the urge to forget the entire post, since it’s essentially void of relevant information.
But I’m going to post it anyway, just so I can have something to show for all the time I’m wasting.
I really don’t want to hit submit, but…
As for flying: I turn 30 next month. Hopefully, my luck warranty hasn’t expired.
It hasn’t run out! I’m 4 months older than you and I have survived flying in a plane many times. If taking off/landing bothers you, I find that taking Bonine helps me get through the flight. You’ll do fine! Mouse_Spouse’s hand is a good thing to grab onto too if needed.
Brrrrrr. It’s cold outside.
Thanks…
Do you use candles in your Pagan practice? The Pagan guy I dated in high school did, but I know there are lots of different ways to be a Pagan. ISTR the size and color of the candles was important to him in finding candles for his rituals.
Some Jews have managed to learn a lesson from 1900+ years of exile- we can live in the same country with people who don’t practice the same religion as we do. Unfortunately, there are some who haven’t learned that. But I don’t think they’re a majority in Israel.
Oh, and if you managed to figure out the “kosher for Passover” rules, I’m impressed. That took me a couple of years while I was converting, much longer than learning the normal kosher rules did.
snickerrr
I do love a good poo joke.
(I know it wasn’t funny then, and that I am going to hell for laughing)
When Mouse_Spouse and I went to London, I didn’t let go of his arm! Poor guy still has my nail impressions. What is Bonine?
Random thought: I think you’re in Colorado. Have you ever attended a public ritual in the Denver area? Several times a year, I help my teacher at a public rit. She introduces me as her “Lovely Assistant.”
I’m a Swiss Army Pagan. Candles can be used, but I can improvise. Since I’m a cat owner (and was at a ritual where the family dog caught on fire :eek: ), I use eletric lamps or physical representations. (Feather for air, sea shell for water, etc.)
The kosher rules were a lot of work. To this day, I can’t help but look for the symbols. Oh, humus is parve? Who’d thunk? Passover was a challange. It took me a couple of years and a lot a work. When my Orthodox friend passed, I really missed her.
Don’t sweat it. Since I encounter young Pagans or wanna-be’s I use this story a lot as a lesson. Moral: Even after several years of training, you can **still ** screw up royally.
Hey, all you old fogies, instead of thinking about your age in decimal, or (Og forbid) binary, explore the wonderful world of hex! I’m only 0x26! 30 would be 1E which doesn’t roll off the tongue as well, but you have 32 to look forward to when you can once again tell people you’re 20!
Lord, I’m a geek…
I’m coming down off an intense, two-day video shoot and heading tomorrow into an intense two days of editing. I talked the Powers That Be into spending an incredible (for us!) amount of money on an advertising campaign that is, depending on how you look at it, a shot in the dark or our best guess, given that we have no market research. Gawd, the footage is gorgeous, and it tells our story beautifully. But if our numbers don’t move next fall, will the Powers That Be blame me?
I’ve pretty much talked myself into submitting my beaded jewelry to a juried arts and crafts show this summer. I’ve never done this, and I’m sort of more afraid of being accepted than rejected. If I’m accepted, I have about two and a half months to get ready, including producing adequate inventory, figuring out how to put a booth together, and working through all the legal and technical parts of selling.
All of this is distracting me from what I really need to be thinking about – getting my husband to sign the separation agreement so we can move forward with the dissolution.
I meant to say I’m 4 yrs older than you. :smack: Yes I am in Colorado, changed my local for fun on here…bobotheoptimist is my hubby! No we haven’t attended a public ritual but would love too! We were supposed to come to something you were throwing but we never made it. Bonine is like dramamine. (sp)? I like Bonine better, you take 1 or 2 an hr. before flight and it helps w/motion sickness. It can make you very tired but I get horrible motion sickness and it helps. I have found it at Wallgreen’s.
I’ve pretty much talked myself into submitting my beaded jewelry to a juried arts and crafts show this summer. I’ve never done this, and I’m sort of more afraid of being accepted than rejected. If I’m accepted, I have about two and a half months to get ready, including producing adequate inventory, figuring out how to put a booth together, and working through all the legal and technical parts of selling.
DO you have link to your jewelery?? I like beaded jewelery! I hope all goes well for you. )fingers crossed
I’ve been panicking for the past couple of days, because I heard that there might be layoffs coming at the company where I work. Turns out, that was just a rumor. I’m coming up with increasingly elaborate revenge fantasies of what I’d like to do to the person who started that rumor. I’d like to make the rumor-monger suffer at least as much as I did- I was so worried I literally felt like I was going to vomit.
I wanted to start trying to lose some weight this month, but of course with that kind of stress, that’s out the window at least for this week.
I am doing a charity walk next year and am very afraid I won’t make my minimum donations. I’m also afraid I won’t be able to afford to fly to the place I’m doing the walk, though that’s actually unlikely, it’s just me being paranoid.
I’ve never tried to raise this much money before. It’s daunting.