My Job is Tamborine Man

Yay for drugs! I have found a nice little white pill that takes all my problems away on cloudy days, and that isn't addicting. As in, if I wake up feeling happy, I don't need the pill to stay that way. And, it helps me sleep. What a dream pill. No more being depressed and unable to come out of it just because it's cloudy outside. Stupid vitamin D.

I completly and totally, love my job. No particular reason. Just thought I would share that.

Oh, and I have some awesome (I think) pictures of the mountains by my house from last week.

How cool is that? And it was all sunny and nice by our house. The clouds are actually moving away from us, they had been raining on us all morning. My happy pills are what made me appreciate the way this looked, and I just had to force you all to appreciate it too.

And here's a picture of Dogs 1 and 2 just itching to get out in the front yard and sniff our bushes:

AI my A**

So our computer hasn't been broken since we reformatted the hard drive the first time. It had just decided that it was going to try to run off of our external hard drive instead of the actual hard drive. Why? Because it wanted to. One of our friends said that his computer will try to boot from his wife's ipod if it's plugged in to it and it's turned on. I thought computers were supposed to be smarter than that. Guess not.

And the view of the mountains from our front yard was amazing when I left for work this morning. I wish I had had my camera then. Or better yet, a cell phone with a camera. It was so cool. I was going to take a picture when I got home, forgetting that by going back to real time, it would be darkish when I got off work. Oh well. You'll just have to take my word for it.

Anyone want to get me a picture capable cell phone for Christmas? I'll even let you pay the bill. You lucky dog, you. Then no one will ever have to miss out on the many beautiful pictures I can take.

Someone?

Anyone?

Aw, come on!

Unofficial Officialness

Just a quick update for all those out there who care. I have a new position at work, as the Unofficial Freight Crew Assistant. There is some big convoluted reason for why it's not official, and never will be, but I don't understand it. But I did get a bit of a pay raise, and while my hourly wage is still teeny tiny, it's more than I've ever been paid before. Sad, when it's only $7.75 an hour. But I'll be working about 10 hours more a week, Monday-Friday. We'll see how that works out. Maybe now, we won't be losing money just by buying our groceries every week.

And you lucky ducks will get to hear about how tired I am. My Halloween resolution is to post more. Just tell me what to write about.

Found

Dog 1 is home, safe and sound. Her paws are all torn up and her nails are down to the quick from running all day on hot cement and asphalt. But she will be okay. She drank about a gallon of water when she got home, and wolfed some food, and is now flopped out on whatever flat surface she finds. Also, if you feel so inclined, instead of gifts for Christmas this year, we would prefer donations to our "Get a Fence the Stupid Dogs Can't Jump" fund. You are under no obligation to do this, or even get us gifts at all though you know you want to. . . . but we thought we would ask. Thank you.

Lost

Dog 1 has gone missing. Prayers, please.