The Waiting Room

The Boy's social calendar is quite full. Yesterday was his first official visit as a "Paws for Love" therapy dog. He had such a good time schmoozing all the patients at the nursing home, especially the ladies. One lady gave him vanilla ice cream! Another woman, who was bed ridden, asked if he could lie in the bed with her. The Boy gently jumped into bed and snuggled with her! And, he was just one of the guys when hanging out with the male patients, catching treats in his mouth. One gentleman remarked that maybe the Boy should try out for the Yankees!

After our visit and a light dinner, the boy had a walk with his buddy Sage. We walked at least two miles which I thought would result in one tired pooch. But no, The Boy and Sage engaged in full frolic, chasing each other.

Once we got home, The Boy had to visit with Dusty and her mom. Dusty is a female GSD mix who lives down the street. Can't disappoint the ladies!

Finally, after a full day, the result is the above picture!

Such a good Boy!!!!

• Rented Life lives 10 minutes from me! Who would have thunk it? All this talk about liking the same hockey team and going to a certain arts festival last weekend connected all the dots! Working on a blogger meet-up. Details to come!
• What?...No comments on my kitty post??? Is this mic on???
• I have spent the last few days trying to fix the cryptographic service error on my computer. Before throwing the damn thing out the window, Husband was able to fix it. Shout out to Husband...you are so awesome!
• It is so freakin' hot here. We have central air in our house, which is a luxury in my neck of the woods. I don't like to run the AC unless it is really oppressive. But, the last few days have been a bit tough. Plus the Boy has not blown his coat yet. He lounges next to the vent! It is supposed to be cooler today which is a good thing because the Boy and I have our nursing home visit and we walk there since it is only a block from the house.
• My garden is doing well. My tomatoes are doing great! Two of my pepper plants are a little weak. They need a little TLC. The other peppers and basil are doing well too. The broccoli is struggling a little. It has not rained in a few days, which does not help.
• Saturday, we are going to see Barenaked Ladies with Divorce Lady Attorney and her boyfriend. Great fun!

And finally, GML...where are you???????

Yesterday was my first day working with the kitties.

The owner of the Boy's daycare, M, is a trainer and behavior specialist who also rehabs cats and kittens from the local SPCA. She has about 20 cats and kittens at the facility. Many of the cats have issues that prohibit them from being adopted. Some have aggression issues. Some have never been socialized with people. There are also kittens who were abandoned by thier mothers. Some of the cats can roam the kitty area without restriction. These kitties are scheduled to go to their new homes in the next day or two.

One such case was a beautiful black short hair male named Midnight. This was his second time with M. He was returned to the SPCA for aggression toward people. M. told me that the SPCA wanted to euthanize him because they were afraid that he would not be adopted. M. told me that there was no way that one of her rehab cases was going to Rainbow Bridge before his time. So, she worked with him some more and he is a wonderful cat. I think his new owner will have to understand that there are times that Midnight may not want to be touched. But, he is a very nice cat.

There is also a room that has several crates with cats. These cats are also going to their new homes soon or have issues with other cats. They need the most loving! So, I went from crate to crate, gently taking each cat out for play and snuggling. There were a couple that did not want to come out, so we played inside the crate. I would reach in and give belly rubs and ear scratches! When I started playing with one, I would hear all the others kitties meowing as if to say 'Oh, pet me next!" Some would poke thier paws through the crates, trying to get my attention.

Finally, the kittens. There are three kittens in a separate crate. One poor little girl needed some extra attention. She tends to sit in the litter when she poops, so she had dried poop on her butt. I tried to clean the poop from her butt, but it was a little painful and scary. So, M had to take the hose and gently spray her butt. She cried like a baby. Afterward, I wrapped her in a big fluffy towel. She snuggled right in, and fell asleep in my arms!

After two hours of play, it was time for me to go home. I visited with the daycare dogs while I waited for Husband to pick me up. The Boy gave me a complete inspection, trying to figure out when I had been. I grabbed a shower in my newly remodel bathroom and threw my clothes in the wash so that Husband would not have an allergic reaction. I was actually tired from all the fun.

I can't wait to go back!

The bathroom, or should I say, bathrooms are done. The half bath off the kitchen got a full make over with new everything. The entire room was gutted and new wallboard, fixtures and floors were installed. Now, it flows nicely from my kitchen to the half bath. No more embarrassing, 1950's ugly yellow bathroom with a brown toilet!!!!

The full bath on the second floor got a face-lift; new floor, new drainage and fixutres for the shower/tub and replacement wall tile. One of the things I love in the upstairs bath is the new shower head. It is so awesome. It's like standing in the rain!

But the best part about the whole remodeling project is that I finally get my house back!!!!!!!

Husband and I went out for lunch with two of his co-workers at an Indian restaurant. I couldn't help but overhear the conversation at the table behind me. There were two people discussing the goings on at Alma Mater Law School. They were commenting on how messed up the LL.M program is right now. They were also dishing about some of the professors and the pass rates for bar exam candidates.

As we got up to leave, I thought I recognized the woman who was part of the couple. So, I decided to say hello. Turns out, it was my Contracts and Torts professor from first year law school. She was sitting with another professor who I did not recognize until I got home and looked him up. So, I mentioned what I was doing, riding the adjunct circuit and was thinking about jumping into the law school teaching arena. Of course, I did not say anything about being rejected for the LLM program AND for a full time position. The other professor said I should contact the Law School about adjuncting.

Hmmm...interesting.

My first thought was "Cool. I really should contact the school." Then I thought "Are you crazy? This is the same place who rejected you TWICE. Why in the HELL would you think about going for a hat trick?"

I don't know what to make of this encounter.

Neither one said anything about name dropping. You know the "Well so-and-so said I should contact you" kind of thing. So, the skeptic in me says that the guy was throwing me a bone, just to be polite.

On the other hand, if he thought I was a total loser flake, he never wold have mentioned anything. I mean I was standing there in a pair of crop jeans, tee shirt and flip-flops with my hair in a pony tail. Not exactly professional attire!

I don't think either one of them remembered me. After all, I did graduate 11 years ago and I am not active in all the post law school hoopla. So, they didn't recoil in fear when I mentioned my name. And, they seemed interested when I talked about my prior adjunct work.

But, I don't want to get burned a third time by that place. What's the old saying "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...."

Gah, this is crazy! I am analyzing this too much...or maybe not enough!

My head is starting to hurt. Advice, please!!!!!!!!

People often ask me how a migraine is different from a run of the mill headache. One of my responses is that it's like being on an acid trip without the use of psychedelics! My migraines are accompanied by funky light shows and auras. So, this playlist is an ode to those occasional, well, altered states of consciousness.

• Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix
• Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by the Beatles
• Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys
• Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter, Paul and Mary
• White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane
• Strange Brew by Cream
• Cocaine by Eric Clapton
• Light My Fire by the Doors
• Casey Jones by the Grateful Dead
• Ashes to Ashes by David Bowie
• Freddy's Dead by Curtis Mayfield
• White Lines by Grandmaster Flash

And finally, Any album by Pink Floyd!

After reading Shrinky's post yesterday, I am convinced it is entirely possible. I swear, my head began to throb after reading her post.

It didn't help that it was so noisy in my house yesterday. The contractor was working on the upstairs bathroom, replacing some of the wall tile. So, the sound of title cutter was cutting through my head. I thought I would find refuge outside, but someone nearby decided to break out the chain saw. Husband found some earplugs which seemed to help.

Later in the day, we drove to Indian Reservation Casino near the state line to meet my mom and her best friend who drove up from Hometown. We had a nice dinner at the casino and played the slots for a while. But, my migraine symptoms began to resurface because of all the cigarette smoke. When I got home. I popped an Imitrex and called it a night.

This morning is a little better, I just feel loopy from the Imitrex.

So, getting back to my original thought. Maybe migraines are somewhat contagious. So, a quick shout to Addy N , my migraine sister, if you start feeling the pain...

One of the nice things about Lake Effect Snow Central in the summer is that there is always something to do that is free. There are festivals, concerts and all kinds of stuff all summer long.

So today, Husband and I headed to the Big Art Festival. My lawyer buddy, Divorce Lady, has her office in the art district where the festival takes place. Her office is this Victorian house with a huge front porch. During the festival, she and others who have offices or homes in that area hold porch parties. It's a great way to people watch.

Here are a few incidents of note:

Incident #1
Note to woman who was yelling if she was the most drunk. If you have to ask...

Incident #2
Woman: Well, would that satisfy you?
Man: No, not really.
Woman: Well, do I satisfy you?
Man: No, not really.

Incident #3
Note to Divorce Lady's partner. Don't make a big deal about going to the post office to mail documents to Alaska when your partner's boyfriend works for UPS and he is standing right there as you rant about it!

And finally, a huge note to all the people who insist on bringing your dogs to the art festival. Please leave your pets at home. It was rather warm today and the pavement is hot on a poor pooch's feet. Also, little dogs are very afraid of big crowds. Finally, there are things on the ground that your dog would like to eat, but shouldn't. If you love your pooch, leave Fido or Fluffy at home!!!!!

I am so excited. I have accepted a new position with a wonderful organization. Granted, it's only one day a week and the pay is zero.

So what am I doing?

I am a social-behavioral specialist. I will be working with individuals who need special attention and help integrating into society.

I am not talking about criminals or college students...

I am working with CATS!!!!

That's right, I am volunteering at the Boy's daycare! In addition to providing daycare and training for dogs, the owner of the facility works with cats from the local SPCA who need special attention before they can be placed for adoption.

So, one day a week, I get to play with kitties!!!!

WOOHOO, or should I say ME-OOWWW!!!!!!

Husband and I were outside in our front yard talking to one of our neighbors. A guy that I had never seen in the neighborhood came walking toward us with the most beautiful St. Bernard. We chatted for about 20 seconds about the dog. Everyone began to go on their merry way when the dog, who was only about two years old, jerked the leash. The guy hit the dog on the back end which caused the dog to cower in a down position.

I was floored.

I wanted to say "Hey, you asshole. Don't you realized that you are traumatizing your dog by hitting her?" Someone bigger than you should smack you on the rump and make you cower in fear!"

But, I said nothing. It's not that I didn't want to. I really did want to say something. It is unacceptable to hit a dog or any animal. Not only is it cruel, but they don't understand it. Hitting does not solve any behavioral issue, no matter how big or small.

But, my own fear of not knowing this person from a can of paint, sealed my silence. Let's face it. It's a strange world out there. Who knows what kind of reaction I would get, even if I approached it in the most kind and helpful way. Think of the times you have seen a parent smack a kid in public. Do you say anything or pray that it was a momentary lapse of reason?

Or, does silence make one just as culpable?

I have three outstanding resumes for faculty positions and I have not heard a peep out of any of them. I guess I could send and email or make a phone call, but my guess is that if they really wanted me, they would have contacted me. Of course, there is the chance that the decision is on hold, for whatever reason. But, my gut tells me otherwise.

For a while, it would really bother me that I would not get a response, only to find the "FU" letter in the mail with the classic "Your qualifications were excellent, but..". I would obsessively check all leads for a job either in Lake Effect Snow Central or elsewhere, imposing this "I need to have a job by the Fall semester" deadline on myself. But right now, my obsession with the job search has become a mere curiosity as what is out there.

Truth is, I am liking my employment hiatus. I know I was climbing the walls in the beginning, even wrote a few posts about it. Maybe it's the nice weather or that I have found things to occupy my time that have made this period enjoyable. It's also allowed me to think about who is Seeking Solace, beyond the girl with multiple degrees, attorney, academic, business owner, wife, daughter, sister, friend and dog mom. I never thought I would have accomplished so much before the age of 40 that now I am looking to the sky and saying "Now what?" Will I find another job as an academic? Who knows. Will I go back to practicing law? No, definitely not. Something else in the law field? Maybe...I am participating in a mediation training seminar at the end of the month.

Honestly, I don't know where I am going, but I am OK with it for now. Ask me again in October.

One of the cool things about my job hiatus (that's what I am calling it. Unemployment is just too depressing), is that I spend more time cooking which I love to do. So, I was excited to find a great recipe from Everyday Italian on the Food Network. Although Husband is the Almighty Grill Master, I do enjoy making the marinade and sides when we grill.

While the Boy and I were at playgroup last night, Husband did the grocery shopping which included saffron for the orzo. I told Husband he should check the International section for saffron first, and if he did not find it, try the spice section.

When we unloaded the groceries, I could not find the saffron. Husband informed me that after an extensive search of the Asian section and the spice section, he was about to give up. The very last bottle on the very last shelf in the spice section had bottle labeled Spanish Saffron. Elated, Husband picked up the bottle only to see the cost.

.04 oz. of Spanish saffron cost $16.00!!!!

That means, that a whole once of Spanish saffron would cost almost $400.00!!!!

Husband said that there is no way he was going to pay $16.00 for something that was packed in a small white envelope inside a bottle. His exact words were "I've smoked stuff that was cheaper than that!"

He's probably right!

Needless to say, I made the orzo, sans saffron, but added Mrs. Dash and parsley. It was quite delicious.

But, I think the next time I go out for Indian, I am going to ask the server for a little saffron on the side!

I watched VH1's The 40 Most Softsational Rock Songs last night. Boy did that take me back to the days of my pink bike with the banana seat, playing kick-ball in the backyard and of course, AM radio! How many of these do you remember? (It only counts if you were around when these songs were released and you heard them on your parent's AM radio!)

• Escape (The Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes
• Afternoon Delight by Starland Vocal Band (So cheesy!)
• Still the One by Orleans
• Rich Girl by Hall and Oats (One of the commentators said that everyone has a Hall and Oats song on their Ipod. It's true!)
• If You Leave Me Now by Chicago
• This Is It by Kenny Loggins
• Kodachrome by Paul Simon
• Summer Breeze by Seals and Crofts
• Cat's in the Cradle by Harry Chapin
• Seasons in the Sun by Terry Jacks
• Peace Train by Cat Stevens
• Horse with No Name by America
• Help Me by Joni Mitchell
• Mandy by Barry Manilow (Anything by that guy is a safe bet!)
• At Seventeen by Janis Ian

I went to a memorial service over the weekend. Most Awesome Former Colleague's husband passed away after battling a long illness. The service was held at a local "megachruch". I have never attended one of these churches, but was quite curious about thier appeal. After all, there is so much media buzz about these churches being more of a form of entertainment rather than worship. So, Husband and I, who are lapsed Catholics, went with a totally open mind.

As we approached the building that housed the church, it looked more like a mall than a church. The church was located in the center of an office park, not a typical place for a church. The main chapel area looked more like a concert hall rather than the inside of a church. The seat were like those you would see in any auditorium. There were two large screen monitors too. But, once agian, we kept an open mind.

The memorial service was quite lovely. The service was filed with music selections that VAFC's husband loved. The pastor gave a nice talk about having a life plan. There were some lovely eulogies given by family members.

Then, it happened.

Toward the end of the service, the pastor made a remark about those who embrace "weird" faiths like those who shave thier heads and shake tambourines in the streets. (I guess he doesn't like Hare Krishna). He said the only way for us to be on the right path was to accept Jesus Christ as our personal savior. He asked us to bow our heads, close our eyes and raise our hands if we were ready to accept this journey.

Huh?

First, if I am in a large group, don't ask me to close my eyes and raise my hand for anything because I WILL cheat and peek. (You know you would too, so don't give me that "Oh, no I would not" crap.) And, I did peek down both sides of my row. No one raised thier hands. I can't say for those in front of me, because I did keep my head bowed.

That being said, since when does a memorial service become a recruiting session? Is it really appropriate for a pastor to encourage people in this way at a time when we should be memorializing someone else???

(Note to Prisca: I would really love your take on this!)

I am not trying to be insensitive or blasphemous. Cynical and skeptical, yes. If I am wrong, I will say 10 Hail Marys, 10 Our Fathers and a good Act of Contrition!

I shop at a local organic pet food store for the Boy. Yesterday, there was a TV crew for a local TV station doing a story about a proposed law in my state that would charge an additional 3% sales tax on all pet food and pet products. The 3% would go to animal shelters across the state.

Sounds good in theory...

Here's the rub. I currently pay 8.25% sales tax in my county. That means that each time I purchase dog food or other items for the Boy, I will pay 11.25% in sales tax. I just can't get behind that even if it's for a good cause.

Now, before any of you get your panties bunched up, understand this. I donate an obscene amount of money to many different shelters and animal charities. I am also a SPCA volunteer. All of my pups have come from shelters or adoption programs. I am quite aware of the wonderful work these groups do and the help they so desperately need. But I question if a tax is the way to help them.

Consider this...

• Many groups, like the SPCA, do not receive government funding. What happens to those groups? Are they just out of luck?
• The tax only targets pet owners. Why target pet owners when the plight of animals should be a concern for all?
• How is the money going to be used? Will it help to set up programs to encourage spaying and neutering? How about programs to prevent cruelty? Or, is the money just going to line some politician's pocket?
• Are taxes really the answer? Why is it that when government sees a problem, they figure the best way to solve it is come up with some kind of tax?
• How about changing the law so that pets must be spayed or neutered unless you receive a special license for breeding? How about tougher laws for cruelty cases. Most laws make animal cruelty a misdemeanor, which is usually reduced so that there is minimal time in jail, if any.
• How about tax incentives for pet adoption?
• Retailers will have no choice but to jack up the cost of pet food and supplies to make up for the tax. So, the consumer is being nailed twice.
• What about those who are on fixed incomes? How will the increase affect them?

I will continue to donate as much money and time as I can to help the plight of unwanted animals. I just don't think a pet tax is the answer.

What do you think? Bark back!

I can't stand my new Internet provider. First all the hassles with the Blue Screen of Death, then the problems with setting up email. Now, a new problem has surfaced. I want to sync my cell phone to my email so I can send pics. I need the receiving email host and the address the provider gives does not work! So, I can't post "Friday Dog Blog". That's a bummer because I have a great pic of the Boy on the couch after a day of daycare.

It is stinking hot here. It's not normal for it to be this warm this time of year in Lake Effect Snow Central. Because of the construction, I can't run the AC. So, I am hot and miserable. Plus, my allergies are acting up.

We are also having the fence the the backyard replaced. The fencing contractor (different from the contractor working on the bathroom) is a total flake. He can't seem to keep straight what it is we want, which is not that complicated.

AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

The drywall is up, new shut-off valves, wiring for the lights and GFCIs were installed. Paint prep and painting will start today. But, there is just one thing.

I WANT MY HOUSE BACK!!!!!

No matter how much one tries to clean up, there is a lot of dust associated with this project. Dust is everywhere! Also, since the half bath is off the kitchen, my kitchen is ground zero for some of the equipment during the day. Bottom line, my house is a mess.

The Boy returned to daycare today. I just think it's the best thing for him. Plus, I think one of the guys is afraid of dogs. As for me, I am going for a pedi later this morning and then lunch with Husband. Hopefully, this afternoon will be a little better on the construction site.

All the other heathens are doing it!

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Low
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Well, the bathroom is gutted and they are putting up the drywall today. If you are wondering why it took so long to gut the bath room, you have to get a metal image of what had to be demolished. Plastic tile on the walls with about an inch of glue to hold 'em! Just sad! What in the hell were people thinking back then?

I have a toilet sitting on my patio. Too funny! I should post a picture!

The Boy got a report card from daycare. He received five paws out of five! (Although, I would like to know where a dog gets an extra paw!) He had a total blast. When he came home, he ate his dinner and crashed in his bed for the rest of the night! Cost for eight hours of doggie daycare...$20. Cost for one tired but happy pooch...priceless.

Today, the Boy is staying with me in the office while the crew works. I don't think he likes it very much. Every time I move, he gets up and wants to go with me. I am going to take him for a walk before it gets too hot. It is supposed to get up to 85 degrees today. I think I might send him back to daycare tomorrow.

The bathroom remodeling project begins today. Today is demolition day. The crew will gut the old bathroom. That means taking everything out, walls, fixtures, etc. I don't think the demolition will take too long, since it is only a half bath. Don't worry, I took a "before" photo!!!!

In order to avoid the noise, Husband took the Boy to daycare. I am going shopping this morning and then to the hair salon this afternoon. I need some new books to read. I just finished Eat, Pray, Love. There is a new James Patterson book from the Women's Murder Club series that is out now. As far as the hair goes, I am having my color done and a trim. At some point, I should have the straightening process again.

I spent part of yesterday updating my Internet service. Big, evil cable company bought my bankrupt cable company last year. Now, all of the email address and other services are changing to the new provider. Let me just say that big, evil provider is truly evil. They actually have their own "blue screen of death". After installing all the new software, I would get the BSD every time I would try to log in to big, evil cable company's homepage. The BSD wants you to change your security settings to fit their service. Well, I did that, step by step, and still got the BSD! Since my home email works fine with Outlook, big, evil cable company can choke on thier BSD!

I have a new email address for those of you who wish to contact me.

SeekingSolaceBlog@gmail.com

Mandy, the dog on the left, is the Boy's new girlfriend at playgroup. She is a German Shepard Dog. The Boy spent most of the evening pursuing her, much to the dismay of Gretta, the Weimaraner, the Boy's other girlfriend!

All the cool music folk are doing this one!

What's your earliest music memory?
Hearing my father sing old Motown songs or classic R&B Soul. He had an incredible voice.

What's the first pop song you remember hearing ?
Pretty much anything that one would have heard on AM radio like Bread, Seals and Crofts, America.

What's the first rock song you remember hearing?
I am not sure. I think it was either something by Styx or the Kinks.

What's the first classical music piece you remember hearing?
A Fifth of Beethoven. I heard it after realizing that Beethoven wrote it before Walter Murphy sampled it for Saturday Night Fever. (Hey, I was just a kid!)

What's the first piece/song you remember that doesn't fit into those genres?
The Message by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five and Rapper's Delight by the Sugar Hill Gang. The pioneers of rap and hip-hop!

What's the first album/cd you bought for yourself/you asked your parents to buy for you?
"On the Radio" by Donna Summer. I loved that album. (Yes, we bought albums and 45's back in the day!)

What's a favorite song from grade school?
I remember in the sixth grade, you were not considered cool unless you had one of the following: "Off the Wall" by Michael Jackson, "On the Radio" by Donna Summer or "Saturday Night Fever"

I am also convinced that everyone who came of age in the 80"s was issued a copy of "Synchronicity" by the Police.

By the time junior high and high school rolled around, it was all about Duran Duran, U2 and the Thompson Twins. I was a total new waver, alternative chick!

A song that reminds you of school dances?
In junior high, people would go crazy when "Whip It" by Devo was played. Power ballads a la Journey and REO Speedwagon were a big deal in high school!

Which genre do you listen to most now?

Classic rock, thanks to Husband. I am huge fan of the Who, Zep, Clapton, the Stones, Floyd, etc. I also love singer-songwriters, both 70's and current. I love alternative like REM, DMB and Sarah McLachlan, although I think they call Adult Alternative now. I also like some country. There are some good artists out there that have a rock base to them.

I am not a huge fan of today's music scene mostly because it's just someone stealing another artist's hook and adding crappy lyrics to it. The is no musicianship anymore. At least the hair bands of the 80's played instruments...maybe not well, but they tried!

Which favorite song/album/piece from your musical history are your readers least likely to know?

I have a pretty eclectic music library. There's rock, alternative, country, blues, R&B, rap...so much to choose from! Now, I am listening to more stuff that I grew up on like 70's rock and R&B.

I did go through this huge Mariah Carey phase in the early 90's. Must be a mixed girl thing!

My neighbor is working in his front yard. He is in his 60's and is not in very good physical shape. HE IS WEARING A PURPLE SPEEDO!!!!!!

Now I know how Tommy felt, except I can still hear and speak!!!!

I have a blister on each foot!!! OUCH!!!!!!!!

Yes, they both broke and they hurt like HELL!!!!

My feet are not happy!!!!

Chaser posted the Fat Rant on her blog recently. It made me think of the TLC song "Unpretty".

I wish could tie you up in my shoes
Make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful
But what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who's inside there
The one with the long hair
Same old me again today (yeah)

My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Every time I think I'm through
It's because of you
I've tried different ways
But it's all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I'm just trippin'

Chorus:
You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make up
That man can make
But if you can't look inside you
Find out who am I too
Be in the position to make me feel
So damn unpretty
I'll make you feel unpretty too

Never insecure until I met you
Now I'm be-in' stupid
I used to be so cute to me
Just a little bit skinny
Why do I look to all these things
To keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you
And then I'll get back to me (hey)

My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Every time I think I'm through
It's because of you
I've tried different ways
But it's all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I'm just trippin'

Chorus:
You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make up
That man can make
But if you can't look inside you
Find out who am I too
Be in the position to make me feel
So damn unpretty
I'll make you feel unpretty too

I never realized how technical shopping for a toilet can be! Husband and I went shopping yesterday at a popular home improvement store. There had to be about 20 different toilets on display. All different specs, colors and styles.

Of course, you have to consider water pressure to ensure that you are not wasting water. But geez, there is so much more. There is the two piece vs. one piece design. There is the high back or the low back. There is the regular or elongated bowl. Do you want the flusher on the side or the top? What color?

It's just a freakin' toilet. Shit!

Dreams of hoisting Lord Stanley's Cup have evaded Lake Effect Snow Central once again. Hockey season is now over.

Sigh...

Seen at Lina's

Your Power Bird is an Owl

You are beyond wise. You are so smart, you're almost prophetic. Your inner voice always speaks the truth, and you take the time to listen to it. You are good at seeing who people are... including the darkness of others. As a result, you tend to have a rather dark - yet realistic - outlook on life.

It took some time to get Husband out the door and on his way to his camping-fishing trip. It's amazing how much stuff one needs to take with them. Also, Husband has to conduct his "neurosis check", despite the fact that I am in the house. He checks everything...stove, back door, hot water tank...everything. Finally, he was ready to leave...

Me: Have a great time and I love you.
Him: Love you too. Don't forget to lock the doors. And if you go out with GML, make sure you buckle up.

What? No have a great time? Remember to buckle my seat belt? Like I go around not wearing my seat belt? Like GML is such a bad driver that I should worry about my safety? (BTW, she is a very safe driver). Yes, I would have left the doors wide open had he not reminded me.

I immediately busted him for the comment. Of course, I know Husband wants me to have a good time. I know that he knows that I don't do anything as stupid as to not wear my seat belt. I also know that he knows that there is nothing wrong with GML"s driving skill or that of any of my other friends. I know that he knows that I make sure that the doors are locked before going to bed.

But sometimes it just irritates the hell out of me. I know it's the OCD that has been passed down to him from his father. And, I know that he does it because he loves me so much. And it could be worse. He could be one of those guys who couldn't care less about my well-being. I know all of this.

I did not go out with GML last night because she was not feeling well. But, I did check the doors three times last night before going to bed.

• Melinda was "Daughtry-ied" on AI last night. Boy, you didn't see that one coming! I wonder if statistically it worked out because there were two girls or if the show is truly rigged and they wanted Blake and Jordan so that there would be a competition. On the plus side, Melinda will no doubt get a record contract.
• I am still rooting for Jordan.
• Favorite Hockey Team pull one out last night. Unbelievable.
• Speaking of hockey, GML's husband is a die hard hockey fan. It's so bad that she is stuck going to two get-togethers alone this weekend because hubby is glued to the TV!
• I have the contractor who remodeled my kitchen two years ago stopping by today. It's time to complete the half bath. Also, I have to replace the door that leads to my patio. The problem is that the door measures 24 inches. No one makes that size anymore, so I will have to move a wall to accommodate a 32 inch door. I am excited that I will finally be rid of the puke yellow plastic wall tile and linoleum!
• I also have a fence contractor stopping by to give an estimate for replacing the backyard fence.
• It is freakin' cold here.
• Husband is going running with his buddy tonight, which means that the Boy has a play-date with his buddy, Sage.
• Speaking of Husband, he is leaving Friday for a camping and fishing trip with his brothers and buddies. So, it's just me and the Boy for the weekend. I'm thinking Mexican food, movie and hockey! I ordered "Dreamgirls" from Netflix yesterday.
• GML and I were talking about having a girl's night tomorrow since, her hubby can doggie sit!
• Cold symptoms mostly gone. I would like to thank the makers of Tylenol and CVS "Tussin" for their continued assistance!

I am sick. How is that possible, seeing as I am home with the Boy most of the day?

Possible theories...

• All the nasty people at the casino spewed their germs on me.
• The Boy brought them in the house after rolling in the grass in the backyard.
• The absolutely horrendous performance of Favorite Hockey Team last night and for the entire series has just worn me out.
• Husband is a carrier for a the people he works with who insist on coming to work sick.

Any other theories out there? Cough, cough...

As I mentioned in the post below, Husband and I saw B.B. King on Saturday night. Here's a list of our faves.

• The Thrill is Gone (My personal favorite. It reminds me of my great uncle who taught me about B.B. and the Blues)
• Everyday I Have the Blues
• Just Like a Woman
• Paying the Cost to be the Boss
• How Blue Can You Get?
• When Love Comes to Town
• Nobody Loves Me But My Mother
• Rock Me Baby
• Let the Good Times Roll
• To Know You is to Love You.

Play on, Blues Boy!

What a weekend. I am still tired.

Saturday morning, Husband, the Boy and I met up with GML, her husband, Eli Blue and Frankie for a dog walk to raise money for a local no kill animal shelter. The Boy and Eli are old buddies, but this was the Boy's introduction to Frankie. The pups got along very well.

When we participated in this even last year, Husband and I were running late because we were unfamiliar with the area. Eli did not take kindly to our late arrival and began stomping his paws and began huffing and barking at the Boy. This year, GML and her hubby were late, so the Boy began to bark up a storm when he saw his buddy!

The walk was a lot of fun. We must have walked at least 3 miles, taking water breaks for the pooches. Frankie is still learning how to walk on his leash, so he tugs pretty hard. He wanted to keep up with the big dogs!

There was a minister who gave a blessing to the dogs before the walk began. That was really nice. But after the blessing, the minister set up a booth to give "Psychic Paw Readings". Weird. I could just hear what she would say to the Boy "You will sniff another dog's butt!"

After the dog walk and a light snack, we headed home. Husband and I wanted to talk a nap because we had tickets to see B.B King at one of the casinos in the area. We had not been to the new casino, so we thought it would be fun to make a night of it. We gathered all the spare nickels and quarters for the slot machines.

First, let me say that if you get a chance to see B.B. King, DO IT! The man is 81 years old and is still going strong, despite having to sit during the show. His stories are wonderfully funny. And the dude can play like no-body's business! At one point during the show, he dedicated a song to all the parents, grandparents and others that taught you about him. That made me smile because everything I know about the Blues and B.B. King I learned from my great uncle who died in March. Ironically, the seat next to me was empty. I have a feeling my uncle was sitting next to me!

OK, now to bitch about the casino. Now, I am not a casino virgin. I have been to many a casino in my lifetime. But this was one of the worst experiences I have ever had. Like I mentioned, we gathered all our spare change to play the slots. Well, for some reason, this casino does not take coins. You have to insert bills! When we asked one of the casino attendants if there were any slots that took coins, she coldly responded " You can't use coins here. It's bills or nothing. Take those back to your car right now." Um, since when can't you use coins in a slot machine?

So, we took our coins back to our car and decided to go get something to eat. We thought we would try the buffet restaurant. On the casino's website, it was the only restaurant that did not require a reservation. So, we walked into the buffet and was told that we had to get a reservation. Excuse me? So, we went to the reservation desk where we were told that a reservation was needed, but nothing would be available until 8 PM. Well, that was not going to work because our show started at 8 PM. I mentioned to the hostess that the website said nothing about a reservation. She rudely point to the sign and said "Well, read the sign!" I politely mention that someone should inform thier webmaster because there is some misinformation on the website and it would be a shame if someone else made the same mistake. She looked at me and growled "My manager is over there, go tell him."

Excuse me????

So, we ended up at another restaurant in the casino which stated that you needed reservations, but for some reason, we were able to get a table. The food was OK, but not worth $60.00.

Pretty much the entire night, anyone we would encounter was rude. Plus, no one, not even the people visiting the casino, appeared happy. There was a woman sitting next to Husband during the show who just sat there with her arms folded and this evil scowl on her face. She did not clap. She did not sing along. She just sat there like she was doing B.B. King a favor.

To add insult to injury, we made it home in time to watch Favorite Hockey Team lose in double overtime. D"OH!!!!!!

Yesterday, we just hang out at home. We did not get up until 11 AM. Well, I was up at 8 AM to let the Boy out and give him his breakfast, but I went right back to sleep. We were just so exhausted! I wrote an email to the casino yesterday to complain about the experience. I doubt I will get a response. I don't think we will be going back there.

On the plus side, I got big sloppy kisses from the Boy for Mother's Day!

The Boy has a very busy social calendar.

Monday was playgroup. This is what happens about 10 minutes before playgroup ends.

Last night, he met his friend, Sage, for a dog walk. Sage's Dad and Husband did thier running workout while Sage's mom and I took the boys for a walk around the park. They couldn't wait to relax in the grass.

Home at last...That's one tired pooch!

Tomorrow, the Boy is meeting up with GML's boys Eli Blue and Frankie for a dog walk fundraiser for a local no kill animal shelter. No doubt he will look like this when we get home!

• I am such an idiot. I dragged myself out of bed because I had an 8:30 AM appointment with the eye doctor. When I got to the office, the receptionist informed my appointment was for July 10th not May 10th. Somehow, I marked the wrong date on my calendar.
• I am sad that Lakeisha was voted off AI last night. I was sure that Blake would go. I still think Melinda and Jordan will be the final two. I am rooting for Jordan. I love her voice and she is just so cute. Plus, I have to represent and recognize my fellow biracial girl!
• Husband and I did a little appliance shopping last night. We bought a new blender. It's very old school with just the blend and pulse switches. I have a food processor for the other functions. Of course we had to stop at the liquor store to pick up margarita fixings!!! We also bought a rice cooker.
• One of the nice things about my Summer of Seeking Solace is that Husband and I go out for a nice lunch once a week. When I was teaching, my job was in the City, whereas Husband's job is in the suburb where we live, so we could never meet up for a lunch. Even when I was practicing law, my office was one suburb over from his job. So if we wanted to do lunch, it was usually Subway sandwiches at my office. Yesterday, we had a lovely Thai lunch with plenty of leftovers for today! Yummy!!!
• The Boy had a very scary experience yesterday. Those of you who have dogs know that anything that hits the floor is the property of the dog. Three is no such thing as a "three second rule." The Boy snatched up something that was on the floor. Suddenly, he started licking his jowls and violently wiping his face. I thought he was choking on something. He finally coughed up the undesired item into Husband's palm. The Boy had chomped on an ant! It must have been crawling around in his mouth, thus explaining the violent reaction. Now that I think about it, if the Boy could talk, he may have been saying "Get it out!"
• I am going to tape my favorite Thursday shows. It's a hockey night.

I heard this on my local radio station. I had to do a web search to be sure I was hearing what I thought I heard. Sure enough...

'Squatters' nab names of victims for Web

There is a special place in Hell for people like this.

This is simply hilarious!

I love how they smash the guitars and the drum kit in true Who fashion!

I decided that I am suspending my job search for a while. I just can't take the rejection anymore. I have always considered myself a strong, resilient person, but there is only so much one can take. I think I need to focus on something else for a while. The whole process is driving me to a place I don't want to be.

Job hunting is such a roller costar ride of emotions. You have the high of sending the resume and waiting for the interview that sends you into the stratosphere of anxiety. Then you spiral downward into the low of rejection that comes with the dreaded "FU" letter. It's amazing that I have not vomited yet. But, I can't help but yell "Let me off!"

Yesterday, I just felt like I was in that downward spiral. I spent most of the day sulking and feeling like crap. I didn't perk up until that evening when I took the Boy to playgroup. Somehow, watching dogs play and frolic can put a smile on your face. Maybe, it's because a dog's life is much more simplistic than ours. There is not much worry in their lives, except for making sure they get their next meal, especially in the Boy's case!

I don't know where this is going to lead me. But, it has to be a better place than this. I just know that I don't want to be on this ride right now.

I got an email from Alma Mater Law School about the LL.M program. They rejected my application. They gave the the line of "While your scholastic, employment and extra curricular achievements were impressive, this years pool was extremely competitive. With only a few slots available, the decision making process was extremely difficult."

If you heard a loud "Dammit" somewhere in the Northeast, it was probably me.

I am not sure how I feel about this. Part of me is pissed and disappointed. I thought for sure that I would get into the program. But there is a part of me that is a little relieved. Part of me wasn't evensure if I would have accepted if I made it. It goes back to my fear that what if I complete this program and nothing results from it? I will have a fourth sheepskin on my wall, out $13K and still no job prospects.

Then there is a part of me who just can't take anymore rejection. This is getting to be a bit much for me. People say, "Don't take it personally." or "It's not you." But, come on, after so many people telling you that you are just not good enough, you start to wonder if it is true. OK, I don't mean to beat myself up, but I can't help feeling that maybe it's just me.

Oh, and one last thing...since when do colleges and universities send rejections for graduate programs via email??? Talk about impersonal!

The Boy passed his Canine Good Citizen test this morning. The test is open to purebred and mix breed dogs. It tests basic obedience like sit, down and stay. It also tests a dogs reaction to people, other dogs and common distractions. It is also necessary for the Boy and I participate in the Angels on a Leash program, where dogs visit people in hospitals and nursing homes.

Way to go, Boy!!!

I couldn't believe it until I saw proof. GML taught her boys how to walk on the treadmill! She said that she coxed them on the treadmill and then set it to a low speed, like 1.2 MPH. Then, she would give them a treat for every few seconds that they would stay on the treadmill and walk. She would gradually extend the time that the boys would get a treat.

The boys LOVE their treadmill workouts. This will come in handy during the long cold winters in Lake Effect Snow Central when the dogs can't understand why Mom can't take them for a walk when it's 10 degrees outside!

Here's little Frankie. Not bad for a five month old puppy!

Not to be outdone by his little brother, here's Eli Blue. Eli is almost four years old. Who says you can't teach an older dog new tricks!

Now, I wonder if someone will hold a piece of chocolate and give me a treat while I am on the treadmill!!!

As seen at Lina's, Shrinky's and StyleyGeek"s

You Belong in the USA

Sweet! People either love you or hate you And you really don't care what anyone thinks Big and bold, you do things your way

• It was a goal!
• I did not like Blake's version of "You Give Love a Bad Name". Call me a traditionalist, but I remember when that song was released. It's a classic that should not be messed with.
• I was not thrilled with House last night. Suddenly it is discovered that it was the pitcher's mound that caused the infection?
• Did I mention that it WAS a goal?
• I am so sore today. I worked out for the first time in about two weeks. You can read my post at the Active Academic.
• I got an email from one of my former collegaues. It seems that my former employer has decided that the faculty celebration which takes place after graduation will no longer take place. The reasoning? The MFIC's think that the funds could be better spent on other projects. So, where are the funds going??? The MFIC are going to hire someone to tape the graduation and have the DVD available for students. What a bunch of cheap SOBs! The only perk that faculty gets at my former college is being taken away in lieu of a DVD for students!
• I love my new memory form pillows. I have not slept this well in ages! It totally cradles my head.
• I can't stress this enough...IT WAS A GOAL!!!!!!

It is looking more likely that I will not have a teaching gig for the summer. Most of the position that I have applied are for the Fall semester. None of the local colleges are hiring either. So, I am planning the first Summer of Seeking Solace, after the Summer of George episode of Seinfeld. Every summer since I was 17, I was working or going to school or working AND going to school. This summer, I will have none of those things.

This is a huge thing, my friends. How many people get this opportunity? So why do I feel a twinge of guilt?

I am reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. For those of you unfamiliar, it's the story of a 30-something woman who after a nasty divorce and emotional breakdown, decided to spend a year in three different parts of the world. In one chapter, she talks about the pursuit of pleasure despite feeling guilty. (Chapter 21). She talks about how we, Americans, feel we have to convince ourselves that we deserve to do something pleasurable. We work ourselves stupid only to feel guilt over self indulgence, whereas the Italian culture says "It's all right, have a great time." She realizes that it is perfectly OK to seek pleasure and tells off the voice guilt.

That really stuck me because I completely understood how the author felt. As I continue on my job hiatus. I often feel this ping of guilt if I don't accomplish something productive during the day. The idea of just spending the day reading a book rather than completing some household task starts the pangs of remorse. I was raised that you did your work first before engaging in anything fun. I am sure many of you remember having to do your chores or homework before you could play or watch TV. Why? Would it make any difference if I played first, then did my homework? What's the big deal if I spend the afternoon reading a great book and vacuum my living room at 9 PM?

It doesn't make a bit of difference.

Why am I like this? Why is it so hard for me to put myself first? We woman are really good at putting ourselves at the bottom of the list. Why are we last on the priority scale? Why the guilt if we engage in something strictly for us?

I caught myself thinking that I have to walk the Boy first, before I could do my workout. Why? Why did I decide that my workout was less important than his? As much as I love my Boy, isn't it more important to take care of his mom? Is he going to die because I waited until later to take him for his walk? Then I thought, well I have to clean the living room and kitchen before I do anything else. Why? I am not married to some ogre who wants his house spotless and a hot meal waiting for him. Husband could care less if I vacuum and dust today or tomorrow. And he doesn't care if I tell him that I just want to order pizza.

Sounds silly, no? But ask yourselves, if you have caught yourself in such a dilemma.

So, I am going to enjoy myself this summer. I am going to play and have fun. I am going to soak up the sun, dig in my garden and play with the Boy. I am going read books, go for long walks and cook wonderful meals because I WANT to. Of course, I will continue to look for a job and keep my house tidy, but it does not have be done first, or at all that day.

And I am going to tell that voice to lighten up!

What's ruff, everyone. It's the Boy! My mom said you had some questions for me. I was just about to take a nap, but OK, here goes...

Ass scratch or ear scratch?

Ear scratch. I used to be afraid of anyone touching my ears. My previous owners let thier kids pull on my ears, so the first time my Dad tried to scratch my ears, I cried. Now I know my mom and dad would never hurt me, so I can't get enough! I love belly rubs best of all!

Favorite Toy?

Goosey. Mom says he looks like a real Canadian Goose. I don't care 'casue he's fun to chew. I also love my tug rope. Dad and I love to play tug-o-war.

Favorite place to sleep?

My bed in the dinning room. There is lots of sun that comes through the window. It's has a bolster back which is nice on the back.

Can you convince my parents to by me this?
It's a heated bed with built in massage. WOOF!!!!

How does it feel to be the cutest Boy on the block?

Just the block? I am the cutest Boy in the world!

Ball or Frisbee?

Ball. It's hard for my mom get it from me when we play fetch!

Ruff, Ruff, Woof?

Are you barking trash at me?

OK, I gotta go now. Those damn squirrels are my backyard again. Smell ya' later.

• I am still taking questions for the Boy. So far, only Comebacknikki has posted a question. I will ask the Boy your questions and post them on this Friday's "Friday Dog Blog.
• I am not listening to my favorite local talk radio show. The host can sometimes be a jackass, and today he is living up to that title. He thinks that people who seek counseling for various issues are just wasting their time. His theory is that why talk to someone who has no better insight about a situation than you. Gah.
• I think either Chris or Lakeisha will go tonight on AI.
• Did anyone watch House last night? I somehow have to work the line "I am not going to fall into the vortex of your insanity" into my repertoire!
• I am having lunch with Awesome Former Colleague tomorrow. She is going to give me all the dish from my Former Employer.
• I need to work on a cover letter for a position at Very Large Southern University. This would be a great opportunity for me. Also, it's in an area where Husband would have no trouble finding a job. We would also love to live in this state. I am still waiting on three other possibilities, all out of state. There is just not much opportunity in my area of the world.
• I've had monster cramps for three days now. Blah!
• I need to shop for new bed pillows. There is just no loft left in the ones I have.
• The Boy is not feeling well. He threw up this morning and late Monday night. I am wondering if he caught a bug at the kennel last week. I am feeding him a bland diet of boiled ground meat and rice to see if that helps. If he throws up again, I am going to call his vet. He seems to like having his Mom cook his dinner, though!

A little surprise from Husband.

This was in the bundle of mail that I received today. It was dated April 16th, the day I left for vacation.

Dear Ms. Seeking Solace

Thank you for your interest in the position of adjunct paralegal instruction. While we were impressed with your credentials, we choose an applicant that better suited our needs.

Thank you for your interest in our program

Sincerely,
Your Former College Employer

The bastards would not even give me an interview! I would be curious to know exactly how well qualified the person they hired was. Also, what kind of needs were necessary for this job? Why would you not interview someone who has the lawyer and teaching experience, taught at that institution AND had a stellar record at that institution?

Answer: Because it's easier to be politically correct than to have the integrity to make a reasonable decision on your own. There is no doubt in my mind that that the Bitch had something to do with the decision not to even interview me. I can only imagine what she said to this person. What is even more disconcerting is that despite great recommendations from colleagues and even a former student of mine who knew the director personally, the director lacked the scrotal circumference to make the right decision.

I knew that the chances of getting this job were slim. But I hoped that since the position was at a different campus, maybe I would have a shot. You can't blame me for trying. Truth be told, I had a feeling that I would not get the job. Maybe it is for the best. I still have some outstanding resumes out there. Also, the LL.M application is under committee review, so I should have an answer soon. So, that is something to look forward to...right?

But, I am still pissed.

Everyone loves a good drinking song...especially on the beach!

• Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffett (Actually, this whole list could contain just JB!)
• Have a Drink on Me by ACDC
• Alcohol by Brad Paisley
• All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow
• It's Five O'clock Somewhere by Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffett
• Friends in Low Place by Garth Brooks
• One Bourbon, One Scotch and One Beer by George Thorogood
• Alcohol by Barenaked Ladies
• Red Red Wine by UB40
• Sin Wagon by the Dixie Chicks
• All Jacked Up by Gretchen Wilson
• Family Tradition by Hank Williams Jr.
• Tequila Sunrise by the Eagles
• Closing Time by Semisonic

I am rested, tanned and looking radiant. Florida was a blast. Husband and I spent a lovely week basking in the sun at St. Pete Beach. In true blogging style. here are the bullets...

• I did not think we would make it out of Lake Effect Snow Central. It was raining and snowing like crazy. Our connecting flight was south of all the craziness, but we were bumped to a later flight.
• Have any of you experienced the new security booth where you are hit with puffs of air? I swear, one of those puffs of air went straight up my ass!
• We will never use a certain rental car company again. The girl at the counter was completely incompetent. She tried to downgrade our car selection because she was too lazy to call the fleet manager to request the full size car we requested. We did end up with a nice Nissan. The keyless start was pretty funky.
• St. Pete Beach is beautiful!!!!!!
• When we arrived at the hotel, we were pleased to learn that we were upgraded to an ocean-view suite! We had a corner room with a balcony! Plus, we were a stone's throw from the pool and the bar.
• But what is up with the bar closing at 10 PM?!?! Thankfully, there was a liquor store across the street!
• Note to the three guys wearing Speedo style swim suits. Just stop it. No one wants or needs to see your Dunlaps Syndrome. Even Olympic swimmers gave up wearing them.
• Note to parents...the jacuzzi is not the place to teach your little one how to swim. Also, disciplining your children does not go on vacation because you do.
• Breakfast cost about as much as dinner. What's up with that?????
• We did have some decadent meals on our trip. Here is a pic of our a last dinner.

That's a 1.8 ounce lobster tail on my plate! And yes, I ate the whole thing...Pinchy would have wanted it that way! Husband, in true carnivore fashion, devoured his steak! By the end of the meal...we were full, fat and happy! I don't want to think about how much weight I gained on this trip!

We picked up the Boy on Saturday. He was so happy to see us. He was doing his best to talk, trying to tell us about his little vacation. We spent the weekend relaxing, enjoying the nice weather we brought back with us. It was 70 degrees in LESC over the weekend!

Back to reality.. I guess. I had 315 Blog-lines posts to read. You guys kept busy in my absence. No news on the job front or on the LL.M. program. Sigh.

But it is good to be home!

We are all packed, Husband just left to take the Boy to his deluxe accommodations ( sniff, wipe away tear) and in a few hours, we will be in sunny Florida (I hope). For once, Lake Effect Snow Central is not in the middle of the weather heinousness, although some areas might get a few inches of the white stuff. I am tracking our flight out of LESC, which will connect in Charlotte, and so far everything looks good.

C'ya next week!!!!!

I was so busy yesterday that I forgot to post something for Friday Dog Blog!!! So here is a two for one!

It's kinda hard to see, but the Boy is stalking the squirrels that taunt him the backyard. This photo was taken last month, so don't let the snow freak you out. But, we did have snow on Easter and we are expecting 1-3 inches tomorrow!

This is a photo from the Boy's Monday Night Play Group. Miles, the Boston Terrier, is too rambuncious for the small dog group, so he gets to play with the big dogs. He can really hold his own. Plus, he is quite the ladies-man. He loves to play with Tabitha, a German Shepard.

BTW, Dr. Crazy's Man Kitty got to play the five question game. So, if anyone has questions for the Boy, I will present them to him for answering.

I called the loan folks and asked them why there was a balance of $0.09 for my graduate school loan, when I paid the remaining balance in full and ON TIME. I also asked them if they really wanted me to send them a check for $0.09 when it would cost more than $0.09 to mail the blasted thing.

The call operator profusely apologized and indicated that the company would remove that charge from my account and my loan is paid in full. I wold receive a letter in 30 days, officially discharging me from the loan.

Well, I hope that ends it. I loved all of your suggested solutions to the problem! I was going to mail them a check for $0.10 and make them send me a check for $0.01. Then, I planned to frame the check! Oh well, I think I will frame the discharge letter!

On April 1st, I wrote the last check for my graduate school student loan.(Law school will be paid off by the end of the year). After 11 years of payments, Husband and I were excited that we were almost of out student loan hell. That extra money could go to extra principal payments for the law school loans.

I decided to check the status of my loan to ensure that everything was OK. To my surprise, I have a balance of $0.09! Somehow there were incremental adjustments of $0.01 for the past few months. For what, I have no idea. All my payments were on time and for the correct amount.

This is so incredibly stupid. The student loan people want me to write a check for nine friggin' cents??? Who writes a check for that amount? I should make the check out for $0.10 and make them send me a refund for a penny!

Bastards!!!!!

Pi tagged me on this one. I am going to tag Pink Cupcake and Weezy to see if they will come out and play!

Five things that I do everyday in order to be successful:

1. Get a good night's sleep the night before. When you are a light sleeper, have a history of insomnia and you have a husband and a dog who BOTH snore, this is critical!
2. Eat breakfast. I don't understand why some people skip breakfast in the morning. It's true that it is the most important meal of the day!
3. Coffee. I no function coffee well without.
4. Have a good hair day and clothing day. If I am having a fat day or a bad hair day, it just impacts how I feel. I know it sounds vain, but admit it, you feel the same way!
5. Saying and hearing "I love you." Husband and I always make sure we tell each other that every morning, no matter what.

I called the director of the paralegal program this morning to follow up on the adjunct position. She indicated that she had not fully reviewed any of the resumes, but she would be calling people tomorrow because of the short turn-around time. The next semester begins the first week of May, so the person would have to hit the ground running. I reiterated my interest in the position and mentioned that I was anxious to return to teach at the college. I did mention that I would be available this week to speak with her, but would be out of town next week.

Usually, I can read people pretty well, either via voice or body language. (My mother always said, I could sniff out an asshole before that person opens his or her mouth.) But, I could not get a very good read on her. Her voice was sort of drab and did not have much inflection to it. Perhaps she was feeling a little under the gun. This is the last week of class at the college and finals are next week. Plus, grades must be submitted by next Friday. So, my guess she is really stressed. I think I played the right card by stating that I since I worked for the college in the past, I could hit the ground running and would need little supervision. I did not want to boast too much, so as not to shoot myself in the foot.

Argh! I hate this waiting. Time to think happy thoughts. I am leaving for Florida on Monday. Time to do some trip shopping!!!!!

I am waiting....so I guess I'll listen to some music.

• I Don't Wanna Wait by Paula Cole
• The Waiting is the Hardest Part by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
• I'll Wait by Van Halen
• Wait by Sarah McLachlan
• 100 Years by Five For Fighting
• Waiting for the Tide by Melanie Doane
• Clocks by Coldplay
• Under Pressure by Queen
• Waiting on a Sunny Day by Bruce Springsteen
• In a Little While by U2
• The Best of What's Around by Dave Matthews Band
• Waiting on a Friend by the Rolling Stones

I checked my email this morning and I found the read receipt from the director of the paralegal program at my former college. So, let the waiting begin.

I am a nervous wreck right now. I can't concentrate on anything. I wrote a post about this, but accidentally posted it on the Active Academic. When I realized what I had done, I deleted the post before copying it to this blog. Crap.

Also, I can't stop thinking about the what the Bitch may or may not say. My fear is that she will be vindictive, instead of looking at my record as an instructor. She cannot blast me for my record as an instructor, but she can use some of our differences and disagreements as fodder.

A couple of colleagues have emailed me to say that hey will put in a good word for me. Even the son of one of my colleagues, who also was a student of mine and works on campus, said he would put the good word out. And I am sure if the director looks at my reference list, she will see that the former dean, who is now the Dean of Curriculum for the entire college is listed. That should give me some cred, right?

But, the pessimist side that pretty much rules my life knows that this is just a game. There is no guarantees. I don't want to get my hopes up. If it does not work out, it tells me two things. One, it tells me that these people wouldn't know a good professor if they showed up gift-wrapped. And two, there is something better out there for me.

So, why am I such a nervous wreck? Gah. I think I will go work out to get rid of some of this anxiety.

When I was a little girl, Easter Sunday meant dinner at my great grandmother's home. My great-grandmother lived in the lower apartment of a building she owned. It was a small two bedroom place but somehow, 30 people, including nine children seemed to fit quite comfortably. Relatives from all over would stop by to visit and of course, eat all the wonderful food that family members prepared.

In those days (we are talking the the late 1970's), it was usually quite springlike and warm on Easter. (Not like the snow I am experiencing as I write this). My brother, cousins and I would play outside in the street in front of the build. Since the building was located in an alley, there was not much concern. Back in those days, you were lucky to find a gas station open on Easter Sunday. We would play all kinds of games from Red Rover to Mother May I? We weren't always so good, though, Across the alley was a loading dock for a small department store. We would talk turns ringing the doorbell that would notify someone in the store that there was a delivery and then yell "Run, somebody is coming.", when we knew good and well that no one was. Somehow, that little stunt entertained us for hours.

Sometime during the afternoon, all the moms would disappear. They drove back to my grandmother's house to hide Easter eggs. My grandmother had a huge yard with lots of trees and shrubs that were great hiding places. Then, everyone would come over to my grandmother house for the Easter egg hunt. We would look for those plastic eggs that you could put things inside. We would find candy or silver dollars as our prize. My brother was notorious for stealing other people's eggs! Then everyone would sit back and relax and reminisce until it was time to go home.

Sadly, that tradition died in the mid 1980's, mostly as a result of the deaths of the grandmothers and my father. Attempts to continue the traditions just did not work. People just seemed to go their separate ways and start their own traditions. Now, most of the older relatives have passed on. My cousins are spread out across the country with families of thier own. The old apartment building and my grandmother's house were both sold and have new occupants.

Traditions are a wonderful thing. They make for great memories. But the real challenge is to keep the tradition moving to the next generation.

Happy Easter to everyone!

Frankie, my friend GML's little boy, is getting so big! He is such a good puppy! He is the star of his puppy class. He is just a bundle of energy and oh so smart! Frankie loves playing with Eli, his big brother (a 3 year old Golden). According to GML, Eli is a good big brother to Frankie and there is not jealousy between them.

Today is an important day for Frankie. He is having THE surgery today. GML's husband is a little sad for the little guy. Even Husband sent condolences to Frankie. It must totally be a guy thing!

I got an email from an attorney friend. It was a posting from the local chapter of the State Women's Bar Association. Guess who is looking for an attorney to teach in their paralegal program...my former employer!

When I worked there, I did not teach paralegal students. I taught business and HR majors. Also, I taught at the Downtown Campus. This would be a different type of student, so the small bit of idealist in me says that perhaps things would be different. I would actually teach the courses in the same way that most law courses are taught. So, there is no "dumbing down" the subject matter. The paralegal courses are taught at the North Suburban Campus of the college which is only five minutes from my house. Also, I would have a different boss, not the Bitch that fired me.

So, I called the director of the program and left her a detailed voice mail, explaining my background with emphasis on the fact that I have taught at the school for the past three years. I also sent her an email with my CV and references.

Am I crazy for wanting to go back to the place that dumped me? Granted , it was the Bitch who dumped me, but let's not argue semantics. The entire system let me down. Why would I want to go back to that???

Also, I contact a couple of colleagues who still teach at the college. I asked them to "put in the good word" for me. It's totally against my nature. But, I am afraid that the Bitch might give me a bad reference. Do I have reason to think that she would? A little. We butted heads the entire time she was in charge. And let's not forget how I got dumped.

OK, speak to me! I know you guys have some good advice for me!

This is my backyard today. Yes, that white powdery substance that the Boy is relaxing in is snow. Know what else? We are supposed to get MORE! AND IT'S 22 DEGREES!!!! Yesterday, it was in the low 50's.

Somehow, I think Lake Effect Snow Central was left out of the global warming theory.

On a positive note, I am leaving for Florida in 11 days!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!

I am supposed to be looking for a job. I have been so caught up in the whole LL.M. thing that I kinda let that slide. So, I did send out a CV for a position out of state. (Sorry, GML!) I should probably start cold contacting colleges in Lake Effect Snow Central. So far, none have posted any position that fits my skill set (Egad, did I just use one of those annoying job hunting buzz-words). But, I guess it couldn't hurt to submit a feeler, right?

What do you think of cold contacting potential employers? Is it really worth the waste of paper? Have any of you gotten a positive response? Discuss and comment. Right now, I am going to take the Boy for a walk.

Shrinky want everyone to show their desktop. I just changed mine. For a while, I had Homer Simpson with the Who, mimicking "The Kids Are Alright" cover. I am a HUGE fan of both!

• What the hell was up with my computer today? Either, my Internet provider was down or my computer decided that it did not feel like recognizing IE. Finally, everything is back to normal.
• Today was THE annual exam. Thankfully, my doc is pretty cool. She and I can talk through the process. I have to talk during it, just to take my mind off of it!
• Doc's office was playing 80's music. Cool.
• I stopped at a local shop to purchase new running shoes. The clerks there are really knowledgeable. I can't stand it when you ask a sales clerk a question and you get that blank stare.
• It is so nice today, like upper 50's. Too bad it's supposed to snow and be in the upper 20's by the end of the week.
• And from the "You Just Can't Make This Shit Up" Department. It's the latest in pharmaceutical advertising. Our next door neighbor works in pharmaceutical sales. She often gives us pens or note pads with the names of the pharmaceuticals from drug companies. But this is going too far...

FYI, The drug in question is an antibiotic. I think I will just trash the stuff. It creeps me out!!!