Now where did the summer go?

I am Procrastination's cell-block bitch....

In June we moved from Hell's Half-Acre for the cool and clean-aired environs of Stallion Springs; we discovered during the move that a) you always spend more money than you think you're going to after buying a new home and b) professional movers are the Divine's gift to the world. We're finally, three months later, settling in and making headway on the things we wanted to accomplish. The bad news is there are still boxes that need unpacking. The good news is we have a million year mortgage so we've plenty of time to get things done.

I will say that within the first month we were here, I was about ready to move back to town. There were bugs the size of small planes, it was too quiet, and the neighbors seemed sort of Stepford Wivesish, if you get my meaning. Add to that the fact that Dexter, our little terrier, got skunked right in the face late on a Saturday night. You've never known drama until you've dealt with something like that -- it was horrible, terrible, and death-foul all wrapped up into one. He's finally smelling like his normal stinky self and we learned a VERY valuable lesson (do NOT leave garage doors open at night) so no harm, no foul (ha).

Now I'm lovin' it here in the country. The neighbors turned out to be very, very nice and I am actually digging the quiet that living in such a small mountain community offers. There's the occassional desire to pack up and go back to the 'berg (like today when Bean, the other dog, caught and killed a poor little squirrel right before my eyes), but each day makes me feel like this is where I really want to be right now.

Plus, we're looking into getting a horse so there's no way I want to give up that opportunity. OooHHH, to have my very own My Little Pony....yay!

School, work, and what the Hell was I thinking?

School starts in a few weeks and I am taking a bit more than a full-time course load. This is good though because that means I'll be finished sooner and will be able to weasle my way into an adjunct position at some unsuspecting JC where I will conquer the world with the semi-frequent accurate use of periods, commas, and semi-colons. Go me! This will leave only a little bit of time for the Ventura gig and I actually need to put some serious effort into that so I can finish my contract on time. I'm thinking that once this is over, I can try to get some grant/tech writing contracts to tide us over till I graduate. Then again, the husband has encouraged me to not work at all until I'm done with school. Little does he know I plan on never finishing school -- I like buying school supplies too much to give it up, plus once I'm finished I have to start paying those student loans back. We hates student loan paybacks.

Plus, I have to work since the man is making me buy my own damn horse plus pay for the upkeep. How mean, huh? You should e.mail him and help a sister out by hinting to him that a horse is cheaper than a BMW.

It's not really important, but you might want to know...

Since I have to put an obligatory all about the girl part up here, I'll try and keep it simple. I guess I could give out just the facts: I live in Stallion Springs with my husband of two-plus years, our menagerie of small furry creatures, and a fine collection of dust bunnies that I nurture with casual but tender care; I go to school full time at CSUB where I'm finishing my degree in English; I work part time as an Information Systems consultant 30 hours a month in Ventura which is oh-so-fun.

I'm a late bloomer; I was given the same equation as every other girl who graduated with me -- go to college, have a career, find a husband, run up massive amounts of debt, get pregnant, have the baby (and more, if so inclined), either quit work or don't, stay married or don't...you get the idea.

I got it all messed up. Wasted too much time working instead of going to school, wasted too much time on an alcoholic, functional illiterate that for some crazy reason made my heart twitter, wasted a few years getting over the end of a sour-stomach relationship, wasted even more time trying to figure out what I wanted in life. Got my shit together. Discovered so much about life and love that it overwhelmed me. Quit my job, got married, and went back to school.

I'm proof that time bends to our will just as much as the other way around.

I don't think anyone deserves to be as happy as I, but I'm not going to question it. Obviously, I must have some good karma banked somewhere that made up for all the misdeeds I've done in the past and all the psychic vampires I've let suck me dry. Yay for banks!

That's it...at least for now. This page, much like myself, can change suddenly and with very little notice.