just jill...

a good problem to have...

2 job offers. Which should I choose..?

Job A, has a fancy title, my own office, more money and is closer to home... Job B, has long term potential, a little bit of prestige, a little less money, further commute, but really good benefits. Job A, is something I've done in the past, but this is on a much larger scale, so I think I would enjoy it and find it challenging. The people seem very nice and I had a very good vibe during my interview. Job B, is something new, but would be in a fun atmosphere (University) and I think I'd be proud to say I worked there. The people too, seemed very nice, but I think the working environment might be a little stuffy and no office of my own.

They both have pro's and cons... Job B needs an answer by Monday and Job A hasn't "actually" made the offer, but called today to schedule a second interview on Monday. I don't want to turn Job B down without knowing if I might get an offer from Job A, but I don't want to piss Job B off by asking for more time to decide.

Help...

turkey bowl...

Can't say I didn't have a great Thanksgiving. No I can't say that, it was great. First thing Thursday morning, my brother, Scott got all the men/boys in the neighborhood organized for an old fashioned Turkey Bowl football game. TL came prepared with his own jersey, cleats and that funky black stuff they put under the eyes. Apparently he meant business. Not too many adult men showed up for the Bowl game, so the men were forced to "take it easy" seeing as there were boys involved. The California sunshine shone brightly and made for perfect football weather! A great time was had by all... even us cheerleaders Mimosa drinking gals sitting on the sidelines. The rest of the weekend was spent eating, drinking, and napping. I'd have to say it was just pretty darn perfect.

"Who's ready for some football...?"



"A face only a mother could love..."

bitch, moan, groan...

Even though I'm in a much better place than last week (mostly due to the weather being perfect, and that I've been taking some morning walks down to the beach for the past few days) I'm completely flabbergasted at a few things going on 'round here.

What is the deal with Customer Service these days? Am I the only one noticing that there seems to be a lack there of? Take for instance just this week...

... The new Bookshelves I ordered needed assembly. I thought to myself, no problem... And it wouldn't have been, had all the PARTS come with it. How do you package something that needs to be assembled and then leave out 4 of the 12 needed screws? When I called the number on the box, they wanted me to email them a copy of my receipt, a copy of my driver's license, and probably a copy of my first born. (if I had one) jeez...

... The new Office Chair we got and I'm not kidding, was ALSO missing 4 of the 12 screws needed to get it assembled. I'm thinking the same packer person has been moonlighting... What are the odds that I get both boxes with missing parts? Grrr...

... We've had a new checking account since first moving here almost 7 weeks ago. You would think that I would have received my Bank card by now, wouldn't you? That would be no. First of all they said it would take 7-10 days to receive it, and after 11 days when I hadn't gotten it yet I called to see what the problem was. They said it went out. I said I didn't get it. They said it went out. I said I didn't get it... Okay, I ordered a new one. 10 days later I received it and I was so excited or was I... It had my maiden name on it. The name I haven't used in over 4 years. I called to let them know and they said, that is your name, I said it isn't, they said that is your name, and I said... well, you get the drift. Next, they said they'd mail me a new one. It's been 12 days.

... We're going to this concert in December... woo hoo, right? Well, long story short we've yet to get our tickets delivered. "YouKnowWhoMaster" has called 3 seperate times to confirm our billing/mailing address, blah, blah, blah... Just today I received yet another call to say the tickets had been returned to them from our Texas address. I said, "Duh, we don't live in Texas." They said...

ENOUGH!

Okay, I got that out and feel so much better.

make my day...

I've watched The Amazing Race ever since it first started 12 seasons ago. I've seen a lot of things on that show... People racing all over the world, people seeing the most amazing sights, people winning one million dollars season after season. No wonder they call it the Amazing Race, it is amazing. But last night's episode will definitely go down in the history books as the single best episode. Ever.

Seeing Donald the Grandpa strip down to his underwear and pole vault over an 8 foot muddy ditch, well, that has got to be the best damn TV I've ever seen. Then when his grandson, Nicolas, who was standing by on the sidelines, forced to watch this entire spectacle up close and personal, knowing fully that jaws were literally dropping to the floors and gasps were going to be heard round the world by anyone who was watching this, said in a monotone voice, and I quote, "I have no comment..." well, right then and there I think I pee'd my pants. I swear my TiVo started smoking from all the times I rewound it. Grandpa. Underwear. Muddy ditch. "No comment."

Amazing, indeedy. If these two don't win, I'm never watching again.

ps... Ronald needs to just shut the hell up.

don't blink...

"The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give..."

- Ellen Glasgow

This has been ringing so true for me the past few weeks... Finally getting settled here. Waking to the "living so close to the ocean" gloomies each morning has contributed to my somber mood. Don't get me wrong, I am very pleased about our move, our new home, but at the same time being "back home" is forcing me to remember a lot about my past. I'm confident that this is just a "phase," but at the same time, lately, I've been consumed with "the old days..." I've been flooded with memories of my growing up years, things I used to do here, missing my mom, and just all the good times we used to have. I am feeing old... thinking about the past twenty years or so, and just wondering where they all went? I seriously hadn't considered this happening. Before moving here, it was all about "sunshine, fantastic weather, living near family, the beach... you know, "it's California, baby!!" It seems that music has contributed to this "going back" quite a bit... I'll be driving in the car, and a song from the 90's, 80's or even the 70's comes on and instantly I'm brought back to where I was, what I was doing at that time, and with whom. But now these memories are so vibrant, vivid, crystal as I'm actually here where everything went down. It's as if being gone those 11 years I forgot so many of the details, things became fuzzy or faded over time. They're all coming back, the good memories and the bad ones. It's been a little rough, rough on my emotional state. TL makes me smile and for that I'm grateful. We've started going back to our old church and for that I'm grateful as well. So, like I said, just a phase... Soon, there will be new memories and good times to be had!

But for now, I ponder...