Cold and snowy and I realized this morning that life is not always like a box of chocolates.  Sometimes it's like a shot in the dark where the only thing you're certain of is that if it lands, everything's going to blow to- well, you know.

One Year Later...

It would take forever to put down, to explain, to write out in many words the year, the growth, the lessons, the tears- everything that this date represents to me, my husband, and his family.

But I can sum it up in one.

Hope.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Babblings...

Okay, I admit it.

I'm stupid.

I agreed to work one more week (through elections) so that the editor would not have to put together a ten page paper by herself. (Good)  Or with a new trainee. (Bad)  Or with the publisher helping her.  (Ugly)  Or, the publisher's wife, come to think of it.  (Lord save us all)

So today is not my last day.  But I am looking forward to next Tuesday so much- I am looking forward to weeks without weird schedules and being able to go places and do things during the week and actually have a normal life without having to plan around the newspaper.  Weeks filled with getting caught up on housework and being able to start AND finish all the projects that have been piling up.  I don't know which moron ever coined the term non-working housewife, but if I could get within arm's length of that stupid feminazi, I'd slap her silly.  Or just tie 'em up and make 'em lick my ceiling fans clean.  You know, something useful.  I'm also looking forward to being able to plan vacations without worrying about work- hubby has vacation days, but I in no way, shape or form could be gone on Monday or Tuesday. (THE paper days).

It's a new direction- We'd been married three whole days when I started working for the paper, and I've gone non-stop ever since.  So, it'll be something totally different for us- and it will give me the chance to do what I wanted to do in the first place.  Stay home and take care of my hubby.

Feminazis, put THAT in your pipe and smoke it!

Pssshhh...

I've had a post on my in-law issues ready for almost a month now, but every time I go back to it, I feel like I'm just being a snit about everything that's been going on.  It's all true, and it's definitely things I want to say, but I'm having a hard time drawing the line between being taken advantage of and being compassionate.  I desperately want to be kind, and yet it's a daily battle to hold my tongue and really, truly love my MIL. 

My xanga posts may be fewer and farther between that ever- I gave my two-weeks notice last Wednesday, due to irreconcilable differences between myself and my boss.  It's been a long time coming- I feel like I've wasted the last 14 months working here.  I refuse to even ask for a letter of recommendation- I told Kevin I would rather start building my experience and skills from the very beginning again, rather than put this company name on my resume'.

Spent Thursday and Friday night and all day Saturday riding the drill for my husband.  It's late to be planting wheat and triticale (rye-wheat hybrid), but it's been so dry that we finally had to break down and dust it in.  We got 0.3 inches Sunday- hopefully there will be more rain on the way, so everything will come up and root out okay.  I ate more dirt in three days than I've eaten all summer- but Kyle came out and rode with me Friday night and Saturday, so we entertained each other.  (Chasing a porcupine, snapping come-alongs, and re-welding the drill hitch, among other things).

That's something I think everyone should learn- that people can work together and make the work lighter, go by faster, and be more enjoyable.

This morning, I backed the car into a flat-bed trailer my husband has parked in the driveway- he's on the safety committee at work and they're having a huge drill today on a pipeline explosion, so he's going to be tired and stressed when he comes home tonight- but at least it was my car, and it's only 16 years old and has plenty of cosmetic issues already anyway (it's the one I learned to drive in), so I'm glad for that.

At least it wasn't the Impala.  Or the pickup we just got paid off. 

Well, so we ended on a happy note after all.

Have a great day, everybody.

By the way...

I am going to start making full use of the rating system Xanga now offers.  Prior entries will not be included, but from now on they will be rated so that any delicate sensibilities will not be offended by anything outrageous I may happen to write.  Not that it occurs on a frequent basis, but sometimes, I do carried away.

Thank you.