Shut The Front Door.

I've been wanting to do a rad painting on our door for awhile now. Something really different and graphic but not lame. I can't decide what to do though because I don't really want it to take too much work/money but I also don't want it to look stupid. I saw these today and kinda thought they were clever possibilities.

And painting this on our 200' pine tree outside!


Or maybe do something real creepy and unwelcoming like this

 But really, I'm going to do something awesome. Any suggestions?

Even Steven

There's been a few times in the past week where I let my pregnant crazies (or red-headed temper - whatever you call it) get the better of me.


Last week I found out I wasn't able to get short-term disability which basically meant I wouldn't have the benefit of staying at home with my kid for a couple months and getting 60% pay. I'd have to use all my sick/vaca days and then go back to work or not have any income. I felt my face flushing and my blood boiling as I talked to the poor HR guy about how this could've happened and after I hung up angry tears continued to flow for 5 minutes.


Later that day I discovered from Logan city we weren't allowed to use a photo because it was on Logan City power plant infrastructure. Which meant my 25 minute hike with a heavy belly to do the photo shoot was done in vain. The city attorney and power plant administrator were not left wondering if I thought they were stupid


Then, today I called Logan city about getting permission to build a lean-to carport because we'd have to build it close to our property line and they said there was a 0.001% of getting permission. 


Gah! People are jerks! I've never dealt with so much red tape in my life. Dang government.


Anyway, later this afternoon I got the blessed news that I would be getting short-term disability. The lovely HR guy looked into it and discovered I'd never opted-out. I guess all my complaining worked!


One of the lessons I'm slowly learning is how to deal with the dumb, illogical ways of society. There's so much crap in the world but I'll have to deal with it until I die so I might as well figure out how to be happy inside the system. 


...
Or move to the remote places of Wyoming and become a hermit.

Here's the original pic on the old, abandoned spillway

Here's my attempts at saving to shoot by putting rocks there. There's something about it that doesn't look quite right but I can't figure out what it is. Maybe it's the dude's 70's hair-do. ha!

A carport mock-up I was going to present to Logan City for our lean-to. This got me so excited and ready to put the plan in motion. Dadgum it!

I decided this past week ended up like Jerry Seinfeld's life where he realizes everything evens out in his life.

Real Life

Hi Everyone,

Today, when I was supposed to be hard at work, I was chatting to my pal Roxie about life. We talked about how we, and people in general, don't blog about real life as much as the more exciting/glamorous things that happen. It probably gives blog readers the impression that everyone lives awesome, busy, important lives which can be depressing to the average bear who doesn't summer in a million dollar cabin every year or fly to NYC for the weekend to shop in SoHo. (I'm sorry if I offended you glamorous cats out there who really do that stuff).

I suppose I can appreciate that it's not interesting to blog about going to the grocery store because who wants to read about that? Everyone wants the juicy stuff! But either way, I decided that since I've failed to write in a journal for the past 3 years I should blog more than when something fantastic happens to me if not for anything but my own records. Hopefully my resolve will last more the 2 posts.

I still think blog is a weird word.