It's Back!

I have NO FRIGGIN' IDEA what happened - but the blog format is back.

And the problem with this is, what?

I loved this story...

Woman asks 911 to send 'cutie pie' deputy

ALOHA, Ore. - A woman who called 911 to get "the cutest cop I've seen" sent back to her home got a date all right — a court date.

The same sheriff's deputy arrested her on charges of misuse of the emergency dispatch system. Washington County Sheriff's Sgt. David Thompson told KGW-TV of Portland it all started with a noise complaint called in last month by neighbors of Lorna Jeanne Dudash. The deputy sent to check on the complaint knocked on her door, then left.

Thompson said Dudash then called 911, asking that the "cutie pie" deputy return. "He's the cutest cop I've seen in a long time. I just want to know his name," Dudash told the dispatcher. "Heck, it doesn't come very often a good man comes to your doorstep."

After listening to some more, followed by a bit of silence, the dispatcher asked again why Dudash needed the deputy to return.

"Honey, I'm just going to be honest with you, OK? I just thought he was cute. I'm 45 years old and I'd just like to meet him again, but I don't know how to go about doing that without calling 911," she said.

"I know this is absolutely not in any way, shape or form an emergency, but if you would give the officer my phone number and ask him to come back, would you mind?"

The deputy returned, verified that there was no emergency and arrested her for misusing the 911 system, an offense punishable by a fine of up to several thousand dollars and a year in jail.

Thompson said Thursday it was the first case he knew of in which someone called the emergency line for such a personal reason.

"That's taking up valuable time from dispatchers who could be taking true emergency calls," he said.

Just flying along....

So I'm still flyin' from everything this past week. Amazing weekend, amazing boyfriend, amazing job. Just amazing.

Unfortunatly, my friend Gwen is correct (see her comment in previous post). My X will probably give me plenty to write about.

I've decided not to tell him about the full time offer. He has a history of always killing my buzz. Everytime I have something good to tell him, he'll find some reason to knock it down... just like if I ever had anything that was bothering me & I told him about it - he'd find something "worse" going on with him to complain about. Never heard or acknowledged me, my problems. Or, worse, if I'd mention that I felt insecure/upset/uncomfortable about something he'd find a way to use it against me at a later date. Like finding the chink in somebody's armor & just keep poking at it and poking at it....

I know, I know - real nice guy. I have no "real" reason why I stayed, except that I kept hoping, kept getting these inklings, that he might change... And that if he was going through stuff, if he wasn't "well" then as his wife I should stay with him and help him through it....

But how did I get here? Guess it's on my mind now - because things are so good & just in comparison to how it was not so long ago... I keep thinking about it... and just keep feeling so.... good.... (Sorry if this is getting a bit maudlin. But sometimes a bit of maudlinness (?!?!) is good for a blog. Dontcha think?) BUT ANYHOW - I'm not going to tell him. My income has not changed - so I don't think I need to.

Big News

First off, I once again have to appologize for the wacky formatting on this blog - with my profile all the way down on the bottom like that. I have no idea how to fix it & it's bugging the crap out of me.

So, the big news. I am no longer a part-time worker. I have been hired full-time by the agency where I work. It just happened today & I'm just so overwhelmed....

The agency where I work lost some funding, and instead of eliminating a job (which would have probably been mine, since I was the last hired & part-time) merged it with another. So, now I'm doing mine, plus another job -- which is ok, since I wasn't so over worked & will be adding on two days. And the salary is a decent social work salary. Not Prada and vacations on the Riviera -- but it's ok.

It's just that I think about last year. Or the last few years...and I was so miserable. DIdn't like my job, was not happy at home, was stressed, was miserable. Then, the X moves out two May's ago - right before I graduate w/my MSW. The first year was tough, but by the 2nd I started dating again & things started to get a bit better... I met E-X and things started to get even more better. Then I got fired, and the summer was just dreadful. Spent June & July looking, looking, looking - while the X kept badgering, badgering, badgering.....

Then, I got this job offer - beginning of August. I told the person who offered me the job that I would take it. But that I would keep looking for full time and for another part time. Got the other part-time -- but frankly, it was so difficult.... two jobs, two kids, ex-husband, babysitter, then boyfriend.... trying to keep it all straight....

THe thing is, this place was so great - I just decided that I didn't want to leave, I would not look for another full time job. I'd just make it work with various part-times. I had been through so many jobs... I wanted to be settled. And this place is so great; people work well together, listen and talk to each other, the managment realizes that work is not the be-all and end all of your life -- that you have other stuff going on.... They expect the job to be done, but treat you like adults. Plsu, the benefits are good!

It's just so amazing to me that things are really starting to fall into place. Have a great boyfriend, kids happy, good job.... Heck, I'm not going to have anything else to write about!

And so it begins...

This morning Max asked me for $5. He said that "all the kids" bring $5 and that they take the money and "hang out."

Huh?!?

Umm, hang out? Where? During which activity? All the while I'm frantically thinking "what kids hang out? where? What sort of supervision? WHat's going on here?!?!"

THen he goes: "Kidding! I'm kidding! I only mean that some kids bring some money for snacks and could I do that?"

Wait, wait, WAIT! Kidding?!? I knew about the snacks, they told us that some kids bring money for snacks @ the vending machine... but I figured I'd send one along with him. I actually packed yummy peanut butter crackers in his backpack today.

But I was so relieved, and at that point SO recognized that he's really getting older, and that giving him a dollar or two to get a snack is a kinda cool treat. Plus I grew up with parents who always gave me the "healthy" snack & I always coveted everybody elses.. and now LIVE for Lucky Charms cereal... so... I figure it's won't kill him every once in a while. (Plus the kid never sits still - his weight maintains itself.)

AND I was so releived that he actually WASN'T going to "hang out." I asked him why he thought of that to say to me & he said he thought I wouldn't let him get a snack... so he phrased it like that. If he only knew what sort of images the term 'hanging out" conjurs with me. I was a teenager! I know!

I'm not ready for this "hanging out" stuff. I'd much rather keep him stuffed with snacks....

Is it just me?

Tell me - do you guys see the whole right hand side of my blog all the way down at the bottom of the blog?! What's that all about?!? WHat's going on? How do I fix it?!? I tried looking at the html code, but let's be serious here - wtf to I know about html code?!?! Absolutely NOTHING (say it again!) Any answers for me?

It's been so long

For the past few years my sister has doggedly invited me to accompany her and some friends to the Concert in the Park at Central Park. Each year, I can't - usually for reasons involving the X and my kids: 1) Kids too little, 2) No childcare, 3) Boring X.

But tonight - if you can believe it - I'm going! I'm starting to think that maybe the planets ARE all aligning! Maybe the perfection that I anticipated upon the purchase of my palm pilot is Really Happening!

Think about it: 1) Perfect weekend away, 2) Concert on Great Lawn. What else do you need?!?! (Ok, so the kids both peed in my bed the other night, but I'm so feelin' the love I told them they could pee in my bed whenever they want!)

(No. I'm kidding. They pee again - they get sent to reform school.)

Still have the post-vacation buzz...

Had a great, amazing, super, fantabulous time in Newport. We had perfect weather, stayed at a place that was perfectly located, had perfect food, perfect drink, my hair always looked perfect, my clothes fit perfectly, I was perfectly witty, as was he, and we were just the perfect couple in our perfectly perfect world of perfection.

I'm being silly, but it really really was great. It's amazing to me, but each time we're together I just grow to like him more and more.... to the point where it's really overwhelming to me. I've been doing lots of thinking about this. (Ok, so, I do lots of thinking about everything. My navel has been gazed at so much that it feels like it's living in it's own reality TV show!) (This is, of course, not to be confused with the Naval gazer - the person who loveslovesloves Fleet Week!) Living with somebody who was so miserable to me - I was able to get up a pretty good shell & probably have accumulated enough credits for at least a Ph.D. in rationalization. I think that EX did a pretty good job at hacking at it -- the shell, that is -- but I also think that having him live so far away... and while there was the chance he would move here... well...let's just say now he just found out it wouldn't be at least for another four years... so... Pretty safe way for me to get back in.

So, I think now it's really starting to hit me. This is real. It's official. I love him.