Wow...

So I came back here today looking for an old, old post. It's amazing to me that it's been 3 years since I've posted anything here - it seems like much less...but at the same time the feelings and emotions seem so long ago. Weird and crazy stuff!

Life is still crazy and I'm not onto bigger and better things - back in HR at a rehab center in Montrose, Unitarian Universalism, and Facebook! Myspace is still the devil, but just because it's full of spam and silliness. Facebook FTW!

I'm still with Chris and love him madly and love my life at the moment. I have wonderful friends and an amazing community around me for support and sustaining energy.

Maybe I'll come back and pick this blog up where I left it off. I, IN NO WAY, need more to do ... but I remember this being so much fun...

We'll see!

For the Record...

Work is still insane
and
Myspace is the devil

I don't post much on my blog there, but that is probably the best place *these days* if you're looking to catch up with me...

See you there!

myspace.com/darbibeth

Someone. Kill. Me.

What have I gotten myself into?

Seriously.

Okay. Quick recap - if anything can be quick when I haven't blogged in almost 2 months. Let's see. Financials - finally received word that my pension check would be coming the first of February. Quickly made plans to spend nearly every penny. Quickly realized the stupid mail lost the check. Mommy and Daddy bailed my poor car out of the shop. When replacement check finally FedEx'ed I paid them back. Spent copious amounts of money on lots and lots of fun things (and some not so fun).

One of the BEST things - plane tickets for Robyn and Matt. Robyn has been my best friend since forever and she's been datin' this dude for 2 years. They're getting MARRIED. I needed to bestow my blessing, so I flew them down. He's AWESOME. A perfect little mix between the good good girl that Robyn has always been and the hellion that I am. She got to meet Chris. I think she likes him, too.

Chris and I have been doing some nice things now that we have money - both from my pension money and his working. He's being considered (and has already interviewed) with the great company he is working temp for. He will be getting a raise. Even better news? I should be too.

WHAT, you ask?

Yep. Me. Promoted.

It took an awful lot though , for it to happen. I found out that my best work-buddy and mentor has found employment elsewhere and will be leaving my Staffing company. I wouldn't have been so SURE I needed her Staffing position except for how much of it I've been doing since I got here. Shortly after I started her father passed away and she spent a lot of time out, and still does, since his estate was in shambles and she's meeting with about 15 lawyers every week. The other gal in our office is out a lot too between her own kidney problems and 3 kids. So here's me - The Miracle Worker - trying to juggle it all at once. THEN for this job to open up and me not be considered? I don't think so. I thought it was going to be more of a struggle than it ended up being. In order to catch this desk up (which is what I've been SUPPOSED to be doing since I started - instead of everyone elses job) I've been sneaking work home with me at night and sneaking in here early and late and on the weekends. Finally it pays off and I'm officially offered the promotion on Tuesday. Official "start date" is April 3. However, since this has happened the Kidney/Kids gal is out again and I'm doing my miracle working on top of the catching up work which is leaving me EXHAUSTED!

I fell asleep last night at about 9.

Could it be this is what adulthood is like?

Crap.

I need to go out and break a law or something...this is entirely too much for me. Well, maybe I'll break the law this weekend after a good night of rest on Friday. Tonight maybe I"ll do something like...taxes. Or just go to bed at 9 - 9:30 at the latest.

Deep down I know I don't suck QUITE that bad yet - I know that the weather being 100 during the day and 40 at night has my allergies completely screwed. That and the fact that I am out of my thyroid medicine AGAIN definitely helps with the sleepiness. I woke up in the night last night in a puddle of my own nose drippings. Gross, I know. But it is what it is. Need to go buy medicine...

So perhaps I'm not a TOTAL adult. Just a workaholic.

Note to self. Become adult workaholic. Go buy medicine. Make doctor's appointment for thyroid medicine. Have energy to be a kid again!

Woo hoo.

Sounds like a plan to me.

This random blog post has been brought to you by the biggest break that I've taken here at work all month (lunches included, sadly enough).

Back to work for me!

Talk to you all sooner than later, I hope!

Love,
Darbi

"Fun" With Jerks In Trucks

Chris and I actually have a tiny bit of disposable income these days, seeing as how he is all fancy and WORKING now! :-) So, we go out to eat dinner at Carabbas (or however the heck you spell it) tonight. It's busy so we have to park FAR in the back. Getting back there I see a HUGE Dodge truck parked almost sideways covering up probably 3 parking spaces. I'm sure he's in love with his Dodge and worried that somebody will park too close to him and ding his baby. I HATE it when people do this!! This is probably one of my biggest pet peeves. So just to pee in his Cheerios I decided to park my car as close as possible to his truck. So close, I had to climb out the passenger door to get out. It was great! Please see the poorly lighted picture above to see JUST how close I actually got!
My pasta tasted 150x better knowing that some jerk was probably out right then trying to figure out just what kind of point my little MINI was trying to make. Sure enough I got a note on my car when we were done.

It says:
"I don't know why you parked so close or how you got out but you're in luck the last time I got parking lot damage (you did none) I totalled that ass holes jeep with a flashlight. It's plain stupid don't do it again. Your car with all its stickers is very recognizable. You have to be nuts."
His "nuts" was actually underlined 3 times, but i'm not an HTML guru to make that happen. So here is what I would like to say to the guy.

Yes, I am nuts, thank you very much. And why I parked so close? Just to ruin your day. I guess you don't know that YOUR truck with all its license plates is JUST as recognizeable and actually makes you EASIER to find than my little bumper stickers do mine. I also think it might be interesting to contact the local sheriff's department and find out if they may be looking for a lead in a case where someone pummeled a Jeep in a parking lot and then left.

If he finds me and wants to kick my butt for parking so close to his *precious*, he can go right ahead. I already figure he's got a tiny weenis-compensating with that HUGE truck. Oh, how my theory will be confirmed if he decides to beat up a chick that barely tops 5' tall and drives a car so tiny, it's actually called a MINI. Get over yourself, dude!

Of course, upon checking the picture that Chris took when we got home, he left the silly flash on regular and it totally washed out his license plate. But I *did* email the Sheriff's Department and asked them if there was some poor Jeep owner out there who had his car beat to hell and couldn't ever figure out who did it.

Folks, it's the small things in life that can really make your day! Have a great one!


Love,
Darbi 

Dear Chris

There is a difference between being alive and living.

Being alive involves air moving in and out of the lungs, the heart beating, and blood pumping through the veins. It is the intake, conversion, and spending of energy. Being alive is great. I've been alive for a number of years and enthusiastically recommend it to ANYONE! :-) I'm quite happy when being alive. Thankful, even. Yeah.

But LIVING. That is a completely different beast all together. Living has to do with taking the time to do important stuff as well as stuff that really doesn't matter. It involves being goofy, and loving, and other great things. It involves emotions like anger and worry in addition to joy and generosity. Living is what the truly lucky people get to do while being alive.

Now Living to the fifty-THOUSANDTH power? That's Living with someone that you love. That's living together with someone who is your compliment in every way. That's the kind of living that I am doing now. About a year ago I met a wonderful friend who made me want to Live (that's you, babe). Gradually we became a couple...and that motivated me. You showed me how much fun living could really be.

I love you, Chris. And I love living with you. I hope that we will live complimenting each other for many, many years to come.

But now it's nearly 10. You just announced that you're waking up at 5am. I think it's time to set the alarms, turn off the light, and curl up next to you for some sleepin'. Now that's living!

:-D

And to all of the rest of you - I wish you a life full of living like the one that I have found.

Darbi

Two Days In A Row! Yeah, baby!!

Okay ... so this is my SECOND blog post in as many days. Go, me, go! Before too long I'll actually have room to talk about Chris's mom not posting more regularly. Woo hoo! Look out, J!!

So today I've come to a frightening conclusion. All of the time that Chris remained unemployed I really didn't worry much about the housework or cooking or any of that other housewifey mess. Every once in a while I'd clean up or cook or other stuff, but really I didn't worry about it much. Even though Chris didn't do the housekeeping much, he was available to do stuff when I needed him to. Well now that he's got a full-time job and the responsibility is now "shared" I'm feeling all housewifey ... I know-weird, huh? I wake up earlier than I need to. I have time for breakfast or coffee in the morning. I actually came home from work today on my lunch hour and did DISHES and put beans on to soak that I am going to go and cook here in a few minutes. UBER-CREEPY, huh? I feel like I'm on a mission, like I'm a part of a team that is making this house work, and I'm motivated to make it work. Chris and I are building a life together. We are planning to be together for a very, very long time and I think this job of his was just the catalyst I needed to make the change to begin making us a home. We've still got the roommate and it's not just "our" home. But it is our life. And it feels good. We're in love. We're making our home. And I'm putting my all into it.

*sigh*

Life is good.

Okay, Jen - TWICE in a row. Your turn. Time to update!!

Darbi

Wanted: Masochist with Drywall Skillz

So...my friend Lauren's kitchen has been an absolute wreck for about a half a year. Her husband, bless his mid-lifin' heart, got talked into a kitchen renovation. He got pretty unmotivated about it right around the "tear the whole kitchen apart to make room for new shit" step. So now my friend has had little-to-no actual kitchen for a REALLY long time. This is really a shame, because she can be an awesome frickin' cook *especially* on chilly days (like we get every ONCE in a while in Houston) when it's too cold to go for a walk or a bike ride or even really leave the house. I really, really wanted to have some faith in Dave. I really did. I procrastinated over and over sending Chris to the house during one of his many days off (read: unemployed) to help jumpstart the project and get the kitchen done. Unfortunately, on his own, Dave sees the jumpstart to any good project at the bottom of a glass of whiskey. So you kinda get where THAT goes....
Anyway...so now Chris has a job. Like a real-deal, full-time, gettin' paid purty damn good money job. And now he no longer has those "days off" to go and light a tiny fire under Dave's behind. I feel kind of like I let my friend down. I no longer have a Houseboy to offer her. So I've decided I need to go out and find a new boyfriend. I need a new, unemployed houseboy (preferably with drywall and other honey-do expertise). He won't actually get any of the *real* perks of the relationship. I won't have sex with him. We won't get to spend any actual quality time together. I probably don't even have to really LIKE him that much. He just needs to be my beck-and-call boy. What does he get in return, you ask? Why, the pleasure of being MY boyfriend, of course! Who would do this, you ask? Don't frickin' ask me. I'll find him though. Time to go perusing through some nice BDSM sites. I want to be somebody's Master. Only there won't be any face-sitting or leather boot licking. I'll simply stand around my friend Lauren's kitchen in the evenings, cracking a purty red leather whip while my new BoyToy remodels and fixes-up her kitchen.

Please email your resume, references, and skills list.

Thank you.

:-D