Frog and Goat

This is the game Lucy and I have going on right now:

She knocks it off the tree. I put it back on the tree. She knocks it off the tree. I put it on the tree. Sometimes the game is played in minutes and other times it takes hours for one of us to notice the other’s move.

Don’t you hate it when you get on Facebook to ask a question that’s really mundane about nice, inexpensive gifts (we have to shop for the MIL and buy things for all the nurses that keep things moving at the nursing home and the MIL had no ideas) and you find that one of your friends has checked in that she’s sitting with her mother while her mom gets the first of six rounds of chemo? Yeah, I can’t ask that question today because damn.

We’re in the process of switching our landline to the voice service offered by our cable company. This is because the phone company (can you hear me now) can’t be bothered to maintain their phone lines out here. True story: the better-half was having problems with his business line and they sent a guy with a truck to check it out. Dude said, “yeah, the company doesn’t care about the old lines anymore” and then I’m pretty sure he hinted that the best bet was to switch to the cable provider. So the better-half did and hasn’t had problems. Me. Problems. Either the line is so crackly that I can’t hear or the person on the other end can’t hear OR we have no phone service OR the line providing service takes every other word and turns it into Farsi and that’s really freaking great when I’m getting messages from potential employers.

Anyway, the better-half was either on a chat or on hold for TWO hours on Friday night with the cable company. Then he tried again last night. We now have a trouble ticket with the cable company which I think is a nice way for the weekend people to push the problem into someone else’s in-box and who knows when in the Hell we’ll have moved over to the new service. Thank goodness the raggedy landline is still functioning today because I have a phone interview later. And, I will cut someone if that line drops out.

We went out and purchased our Christmas tree yesterday afternoon. It is sitting in a bucket of water in the shed. Normally we put the tree in the garage overnight so it can relax, but with Lucy running out to the garage every time we open the door, we decided there was no reason to tempt fate. She was OK with the tree last year so I hope she behaves again this season. At least our tree stand is heavy-duty and we can crank it down around the trunk so the tree won’t end up laying on the floor.

Now that it is December we are slowly making our way to holiday decorations and celebrating. We refuse to do anything in November other than prepare (order things from Amazon, stock up on cards, etc.) and this year with Thanksgiving being a bit earlier we were outraged-OUTRAGED, I TELL YOU!-at how many people started decorating at the beginning of November. Hold your freakin’ horses, man.

Anyway, we have lights in the windows facing the street, the blinking Rudolph light is up in the kitchen and we have a string of colored lights roaming around our breakfast area (basically the bumped out window). We’ve made our version of Chex Mix twice already–we only make that at the end of the year holidays. I also addressed all the cards yesterday and will be dumping them at the mail box later today. I can’t bring myself to burden our postal carrier. He’s a nice guy and so I’m giving him a break this year.

I started writing this post this morning but I got sidetracked by looking at old MadTV clips on YouTube. After about four of them, I totally forgot what I was going to post. The power of the funny.

This afternoon I talked to my mother on the phone and was reminded about this post. Yeah, I still don’t have a job. I know she means well but when she asks me about what I do with my time all day and what my prospects are it just kind of gets on my nerves. Even though I tell her that I’ve just been on an hour-long webinar about adult learning and social media, I know it comes out to her as, “blah, blah, blah”. And, so I change the subject. I also remind her that I will alert the media when the news changes.

Yes, some days it’s all about reading and doing all the small, stupid things that normally you’d take care of on the weekend. It is just not worth talking about. I went to the grocery store. I vacuumed the heck out of the house. I made granola bars from scratch. Whoopteedoo.

But, today, I’ve had two people reach out about job possibilities and then I sat in on the webinar and tweeted with people on the webinar. So? Interesting day in my book. Also, while I was out this morning picking up some seafood at the fish monger I saw a woman take her toddler into an “Adult Specialty Boutique” (just looked up their description online to get those exact words). That has got to be chalked up to interesting, yes? Yes.