Ick

It's Sunday - which is Monday.

I'm not a fan of Mondays or Sundays when they masquerade as Mondays. 

It's the first day of the work week - in a job where we get nasty grams. 

Why can't people just be nice?  What a bad start to the day.

I have his ick feeling in my stomach because the first thing I read this morning was a you suck and didn't do your job so we're not going to pay you e-mail.

Never mind that I can prove we did our job.  Never mind that it's the lawyer's fault the client got into trouble.  I'll never figure it out, but somehow the lawyer was able to convince the client that it was our fault.  Even though the problem happened prior to our starting the engagement.

It just makes me want to wash my hands of the whole thing, flip the lawyer the bird, and file a claim with the small claims court and let them deal with it.  Of course it's not that simple here.

It's not at home either - but somehow I don't think I would have gotten such a nasty gram back home.

Ick.

On the bright side my coffee is good today.

Have I told you lately that I love you?

Arabian Mocha Sanani - Extra Bold - I love you.

This coffee from Starbucks is the shiznitz.

The bag says it's "spicy and wine like".

I don't know about all that but I do know it's smooth and tastee.

And I LOVE my coffee.

What a great way to start the day.

Of course it's almost noon but hey it's Friday - which is Sunday - which means I spent the morning wallowing in the bed before I showered and came downstairs to make my breakfast and my coffee.

It's a good thing.

I'm going to sew today - then maybe I'll take a walk.

We'll see.

But first - I need to finish my coffee.

I like this:

Now, let me get this straight.....We are going to pass a health care plan written by a committee whose chairman says he doesn't understand it, passed by a Congress that hasn't read it but exempts themselves from it, to be signed by a president that also hasn't read it and who smokes, with funding administered by a treasury chief who didn't pay his taxes…all to be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese, and financed by a country that's nearly broke. What could possibly go wrong?

~Anonymous

http://mjperry.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day.html

I'm thinking...I'm thinking...

Of adding a weight loss component to this blog.  Maybe it will help me kick start the loss. 

To decrease my curvature (word from my sewing teacher that I really like). 

I did lose some weight - I'm now in my fat pants, not my fat, fat pants.

So I'm thinking, I'm thinking....

Oh!  What are you 'sinking about?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmOTpIVxji8

He he he!

Pros / Cons of Moving Back to America

I worry, I'm a worrier. The thing that I worry about with moving back to the US is that I won't get to see my husband, then our marriage will fall apart. Blah - I do not want that.

That is the only con to moving home.

The ONLY one.

But it's a big one - big enough to cancel out all the pros.

I must really love my husband because here are all the pros to moving home:

1. I can have my own house again (buy not rent).

2. I can see my friends easily - both those in Houston and those in other parts of the States.

3. I can do volunteer work.

4. I can join clubs that are meaningful for women.

5. I will be able to find a job more easily and be compensated properly - even in the middle of a recession.

6. I'll get paid on time.

7. I'll have a career track if I want one or I can work contract - my choice.

8. I don't need my husband's permission for anything.

9. I'm protected if anything happens to my husband - our assets will go to me not his father.

10. Easier to exercise - well it may not be easier in reality, but for some reason psychologically it's easier.

11. Better healthcare.

12. I can take a wider range of classes - i.e. felt making.

13. My sister is near.

14. It's America - even if Obama is trying to turn it into a socialist society.

So yeah I really, really love my husband - because those are a lot of pros and only one con.

I am Conflicted

I may be moving back home in October.

You'd think I'd be estatic....

But while I am estatic on one hand...

On the other I'm freakin out.

What if my friends don't want to talk to me?  What if I can't find a job? What it I don't get to see my husband as much as I do now?  Will I get divorced?  What if I can't make friends and I'm alone again like when we first moved to London and Dubai?

What if I have culture shock like I did when we moved to London?

What if it's not as good as I think it is?  What if it's a horrible mistake?

What will I do then?  What if I'm miserable?

My husband thinks I'm a freak and if I didn't worry about this it would be something else. 

I think I need more coffee...

It's the New Year

And I want to be independently wealthy.

I don't want to work.

I want to sleep in, dink around, maybe take some classes, do some volunteer work.

But...no trust fund, no ten's of millions of dollars of inheritance, no lottery win (so far).

Just me and a job.

Which I'm back doing for the first time in the New Year, after having the past 2 weeks off.

It was nice, did a little travel, got sick, came home early and relaxed.

I got sick in Budapest and so didn't get to see any of it except for the hotel room.  Which sucked because it was the city I was most looking forward to visiting.  I didn't even get the potato pancakes with sour cream to eat.  Oh well - life goes on...the hotel room was excellent - if I had to be sick away from home I'm glad it was there.

Anyway - I did read a LOT of books.  I love my Kindle.

I love it as much as I love my bed.