I like squeaky cheese. A lot, actually. And since it is one of the few things that I really like on my "anti-hypoglycemia" diet, I tend to nibble on it from time to time. Especially before bedtime. Which is where the, uh, problem starts.
Adultery isn't my thing, really. So when I start having adulterous dreams at night after my cheesy snack, I have to wonder:
What are they putting into that stuff?
The worst part about it is: It never occurs to me in my dream that I'm married and have kids, so to some degree, I actually enjoy the flirting, making out, etc., etc. in the dream until I wake up.
Then I realize what I dreamed, how much I enjoyed it, and that yes - in fact - I am married with kids! The guilt usually deflates any enjoyment from that point forward.
I'm sure you all really wanted to hear about my sub-conscious sex life there...
Last Saturday marked our one-year anniversary of having a dog. This is not only a milestone for us, but for the dog as well. One whole year without us resorting to killing her or turning her over to the pound.
Last night, as we were watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, the dog started playing the game known as "The Leaning Tower of Maggie" In which she sits up on the sofa right next to me, and slowly (almost imperceptibly) tips over on top of me.
She loves to wrestle and play. Crawling on the ground (say, like when you're looking for something under the sofa) is an unspoken invitation for her to dart under your arm and begin licking your face.
She is terribly loyal, too. Since the day the neighbors moved away, and we went over to their vacant house and picked her up, she has known where her home is. There have been times that the wind has blown the back gate open, and she'll wander out of the back yard and around to the front porch where she'll sit and wait patiently for someone to open the door.
She is very protective. If I'm chasing the kids around the house, she'll immediately place herself between me and the kids and growl at me. I'm thinking my kids are pretty safe.
She has better hearing than the Bionic Woman. She was once asleep in the living room (front side of our house) when she heard a cat walking through our back yard - at 3:00am! She barks, I get up and let her out, only to see her fly across the yard at 80mph, narrowly missing a terrified cat that literally jumped over our fence.
I guess she's a keeper. She's just as wierd as the rest of us.
Friday night, while driving home, a radio commercial began asking me questions:
Do you find it difficult to concentrate sometimes?
Uh, yeah.
Do you find it difficult to complete projects that you begin?
Are you serious? Is my wife putting you up to this?
Do you change jobs every few years and are not quite sure what you'd like to do with your life?
Damn, who are you guys?
Then you are most likely suffering from A.D.D.!
Nice. Just what I wanted to hear.
I've recently figured out that I don't really want to be stuck as a CAD Designer for the rest of my life. Out of all of my jobs, I enjoyed being a DSL Techinician for Qwest Communications the most. I got to meet new people, visit new places and solve different problems every day. I was damn good at what I did, with an unusually high customer satisfaction rate.
The worst job I ever had, was working at a telemarketing firm, out-calling for American Express. After just four shifts, I seriously wanted to slit my wrists and get it all over with.
Engineering jobs fall somewhere in between.
I would actually like to go to Chiropractic school, and learn to be the same kind of doctor that my doctor is. Tremendous job satisfaction, better pay, and he is able to help just about everyone he sees.
It would sure beat sitting in a windowless office all day, using software that I beginning to loathe, ticking away my days, weeks and years until retirement. I want to be somewhere that I can make a difference. I'm not so sure that I make a difference here.
My wife almost discovered my blog last night. She walked into the room just as I was finishing up last nights short post. I can just see it now:
Wife: What is that?
Me: What is what?
Wife: That... on the screen...
Me: Oh, um...well, it's my blog..
Wife: Your what?
Me: My.... blog...
Wife: You're a BLOGGER?!
Me: Uh...........yeah....
Wife: It HAD to be blogging! Why couldn't it have been porn? or an online affair? or something normal?!? Blogging??? I don't even know what to say...
She's probably talking to her dad today, the Great White Computer Geek, asking him how to find out what I'm doing online. I'm usually pretty careful about Blogging at home; I'll use a different browser that she's never even heard of most of the time. But eventually, she'll most likely find out. And when she does? Well... remember me mentioning something about pushing up daisies?
Gotta run and finish up a project. Happy Monday to y'all!
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