Favorite Things

Sounds from a washer and dryer

Finding new Facebook friends

Eating BBQ wings and ranch

Jack rolling around on the floor with a toy

Bug nestled in a blanket on the couch

Sounds of Pmo cooking breakfast

Finding the perfect Valentine's Day card

Cutting off my soon-to-be mullet

Searching for the perfect wedding shoes

Blogging about whatever I feel like

5 Year Itch

Last Monday marked my 5 year anniversary at 14 WFIE. It doesn't seem like a lengthy period compared to other people who have been there for so long. But it's the longest time I've ever spent at a job. I think that says something in this day and age when people tend to climb the corporate ladder a little quicker and switch companies on the way up.

My friend and I were having a conversation a few weeks ago about our careers and finances. We see our other friends getting promoted with new titles and raises. Or going after all the glory and green they can get as they race their way to the top. But she and I are content to stay where we are. We feel lucky to even have jobs right now and the stability that goes along with them. We decided it must boil down to personality types. The aggressive types seem to make the big bucks while the passive settle for making ends meet.

I think I've written about this before, but for me to move up, I'd have to aspire to be a news director or move to a bigger market. I choose neither of those options and I doubt I ever will. I wouldn't mind getting out of the news business if I could find something I'm qualified for that would pay the same or more. Wouldn't it be lovely to not ever have to hear a scanner again? The answer is a definite yes.

We're judged by others on how much money we make, what kind of house we live in, and what kind of relationships we have. But sometimes I pass judgment on myself. Why don't I want to move to a bigger city and further my career? Why don't I try to find a job outside the news? I guess I'm not disgruntled enough. Actually, I'm pretty happy with my job, my home, and my life. So why do I feel guilty for being content? What is the pursuit of happiness all about? Is anyone listening?

"Look at us now, we’re all grown up
We got it all together, got it all sewn up
But is this all, it all was leading to
Did we just run out of dreams when all our dreams came true?"
-"Love on a Rooftop" by Desmond Child

Weekend Warriors

Sunday was our 6 month anniversary of being homeowners. It also marked yet another weekend we spent outside cleaning up a mess in the yard. This time it was the ice storm damage which is now prominently displayed by the curb. Before that, we spent several weekends raking and bagging leaves. And of course, there was Hurricane Ike that came through about a month after we moved in, which required pulling down a huge tree branch, cutting it up, and transporting it to the front.

On Saturday, we pretty much wore ourselves out in a hurry. Pmo cut the big limbs with his new chainsaw while I borrowed the neighbor's wheelbarrow and carried debris to the front. The mud didn't help matters much. Our shoes and jean legs were covered in grime, and every time I tried to move the wheelbarrow, I got stuck or made ruts across the yard. We ended up making as much progress as we could then going inside to rest. We scarfed down chicken wings and potato chips and crashed. It was only late afternoon but we had done so much so quickly we just had no more to give.

On Sunday, we ran a few errands then came home and finished the yard job. We still need to bundle the limbs for pickup but we decided to leave that for another day. Or we may just stuff the debris in trash cans until it's all gone. We also jump started my motorcycle so I could take it for a spin. It needs a new battery plus it's been sitting in the garage for so long. During my ride to Alcoa and back, it was a bit chilly and I really wished it was summer. And I'm not one that longs for the heat, but I sure did yesterday after our latest bouts with frigid temperatures, snow and ice. Finally, Pmo and I settled inside for the night, cooked and ate dinner, and watched the Grammys.

Today, I feel I've been a bit productive as well. I took the dogs for a walk, washed some dishes, got ready for work early, and now it's about time to head that direction. I forgot to eat lunch though, after the big bowl of Frosted Flakes I had this morning. So I guess I'll find something to eat before officially starting my Monday.

Rude or Real?

I'm not good at small talk. I don't like it. I've been told I'm too shy and I need to talk to new people. To that, I now say, no, I don't. I talk to who I want and that's plenty for me. I'm not against meeting new people but I can pretty much tell within about 2 minutes if they're my kind of normal. And if they're not, I'd rather not waste my time.

I don't think it's necessary to continue a conversation just to fill the awkward silence. Oh, I can do the, "hi, how are you, just fine" stuff. I just don't mingle well. I don't ask people questions. I will answer questions and speak when spoken to, but otherwise, I'm perfectly content with keeping quiet if I have nothing to say. Filler is fodder.

I hate when I'm waiting for my prescription at the pharmacy or sitting in the lobby during an oil change and the one person stuck with me is a talker. And they either talk directly to me or just random thoughts come spilling out of their mouthes and they expect me to chime in.

Or people who don't usually talk to me try to butter me up because they want something. Just spill it, man. Get to it. I don't have time for you to kiss my butt. I don't like you, you don't like me. We know this. Just, on with it, please.

I'm sure some people think I'm rude, or bitchy, or just plain mean. And that's fine, I've never claimed to be a nice person. I doubt at my funeral someone will get up and say, "She was so sweet, always had a kind word to say, never raised her voice. Such a lady." That's not me and I've accepted that. But at least I'm real.

"And I no longer justify reasons for the way that I behave. I offer no apologies for the things that I believe and say. And I like it that way." - Real Live Woman" by Trisha Yearwood

Rage Against the Beans

Commericals obviously have the intention of selling you a product. And maybe they do persuade me to buy something without my being aware of it. But mostly I just think they're funny. I love the Nextel spots where the firefighters and roadies run the world. And the delivery people that reroute the kid to detention. Even the Mr. Bill/Mastercard commercials deserve a chuckle.

But there's one that makes me start yelling at the TV every time it comes on: Bush's Baked Beans. You know, the one with the "Chili Changer?" The woman brings plates to the table and says, "Sandwich?" The man says, "On a cold day?" Of course, there's snow blowing out the window to show how cold it is. Then the "Chili Changer" transforms the crappy sandwich to a delicious bowl of chili. I think the man even says something like, "That's what I was wanting!"

Each time it airs, I end up screaming: "If you don't want a sandwich, then fix something else your damn self!" I guess it's the housewife anger in me. Granted, it doesn't take much time or effort to make a sandwich. It's not like she slaved over it all day. But she's made sure he has something to eat, and the ungrateful slob rejects it? Why doesn't he get his butt in the kitchen and whip up a nice pot of chili? What a tool.

But on the other hand, she seems happy that there's now magical chili on the table in front of her, so maybe I'm getting upset over nothing. But am I the only one who's bothered by this? I'm fine with that, if that's the case. I was just wondering if anyone else had rage against the beans.

Work Related

Pmo and I have an advantage in our relationship because we work at the same place in different departments. I produce the 10pm news at night. He does graphics for sales on the web during the day. If I come home ranting about my show, Pmo knows exactly what I'm talking about because he used to work in production. If he calls me about the trouble he's having, I can put a face to the name or know what program is aggravating him. This was a big help for me in the past few days with the power outages and icy mess. Producing can be a very stressful job when all of the information is coming in and you're trying to decide what to do with it, where to put it, and how to get it in within 30 minutes. And Pmo gets that. I hope I understand his stressful situations as well.


You may be surprised to know how many couples have sprung from the loins of 14WFIE. When I first started here 5 years ago, I couldn't believe it. Seemed like everyone was paired off. Now Pmo and I are one of two couples left. Most have went onto other jobs or moved away. Or half the couple is still here. I always thought it was odd because you're always advised not to date anyone at work because if things don't work out, it could get ugly. And I'm sure there have been some unpleasantries but I've never heard of a major altercation. Besides, if Pmo and I were ever in a tizzy, we don't have to see each other at work if we don't want to. It's not like we work alongside each other. But it's nice to have that accessibility when you only see each other for a half hour at night. It was also handy when we didn't live together because we would have never seen each other if it wasn't for work. And of course, if it wasn't for work, we would never have met. So I can't really think of a negative in this situation. It's positively working.

Powerless

This was written this morning at home. I posted it when I got to work.

Our power is out. Again. This is the third or fourth time since the ice storm. But I’m not complaining. I know many people out there have been without electricity and water for days now. We’re lucky. But it still sucks. Especially when you’ve had power on for awhile and then it’s gone. So I decided to have some guilty pleasures for breakfast to ease my struggle: Diet Coke with cream cheese and crackers.

My computer will work as long as the battery holds out. Looks like I have 39 minutes left. I have a battery powered radio on so at least I have some entertainment. The dogs don’t care. They’re curled up on the couch. We had another power outage yesterday. 2 minutes after I finished fixing food for the Super Bowl. I don’t think we even saw the first play and all of a sudden down it went. So the first 45 minutes of the game were spent eating chicken wings, lil’ smokies, pizza rolls, and tortilla chips with cheese and salsa by candlelight. We listened to the game on the radio, but of course we couldn’t see the commercials. The power kicked back on about 45 minutes later, but we were holding our breath, waiting for it go out again. But it didn’t. Until now.

It’s really not that big of deal, just annoying. We went searching for alternate heat after the first outage last week so we have a propane heater if it gets too cold. We should still have enough hot water for a shower, but I can’t blow dry my hair. That means I’ll be headbanding it to work which is not pretty. But what can I do about it? Not much. My biggest concern is my refrigerator. I bought a bunch of groceries yesterday and I’d hate to lose them all. But the last outage was only 45 minutes so hopefully this will be similar.

28 minutes left on the computer. The rest of my weekend was pretty fun. I went home Friday to pick up Mom for the Toby Keith concert. We met Pmo at Pizza Chef for the Friday night buffet, then Mom and I made our way to Roberts Stadium. We didn’t get there as early as last time so I had trouble finding a parking spot. Plus they had snow piled up so not all the spaces were available. But we got settled, enjoyed the show, and soon were back in the parking lot waiting for someone to let us out. We got back to my house before midnight.

Saturday, I took Mom home and got back to my house in the afternoon. Pmo and I made dinner then watched “Anchorman” on TV. We drank some daiquiris and a bottle of wine and called it a night. Next day, Pmo cleaned up our kitchen mess from the night before while I straightened up the living room and read the Sunday newspaper. It really warmed up and the sun came out so we had some pretty good melting going on outside. I ended up spending way too much at the grocery store and came home with several bags of food. That brings us up to the Super Bowl power outage mentioned above.

18 minutes left. I was thinking about catching up on some reading this morning and I guess I have no choice now. I saw a truck come through with a plow on our street earlier but it didn't do much. The street was a sheet of ice up until yesterday. It’s not completely clear, but it’s thawed a lot. I have 11 minutes left so I guess I’ll shut down and post this when I get to work. Meanwhile, I’ll go find something read, curl up in a blanket, and hope I don’t have to go to work with limp locks.

The power came back on after 1 hour and 15 minutes. I was able to get ready for work and watch "Days of Our Lives" like normal. Ah, the joys of electricity.