Thursday, September 11, 2014

Thoughts on a Thursday

- A 4:45 alarm is unholy. A 4:45 alarm for a 5:00am boot camp is truly evil. (But I got up and made it to camp!)
- Austin traffic is soul-crushing.
- Growing out your blond highlights on a head of dark hair does not ombré make.
- Instead of the Apple Watch, maybe they should out some effort into adding rubber padding to the Apple ear buds. Those things are painful as hell.
- it amazes me how fast asparagus makes my pee smell when I eat it.
- Baking okra in the oven the same way I do asparagus, with olive oil and salt and pepper is ah-mah-zing!
- My brain is on overload from all the tech stuff I’m trying to learn at my new job.
- The new trainer on The Biggest Loser, Jessie, is the cousin of Jake Pavelka from the Bachelor a few seasons ago and he is waaaay better than Jake in every way.


These are some of them, most were golden retrivers and labradors, but also included german shepherds and other breeds. Sadly most are dead now, while many people forget them and don’t spare them a thought. 

As people lay dying, trapped and hurt, a team of nearly 100 loyal and courageous search dogs put their lives on the line to help humans. Without them, many more would not have survived, yet few people consider them. 

In such a chaotic, terrifying, hot, acrid-smelling, smokey and loud environment, countless human lives depended on their ability to focus, listen, respond to their handlers, and work tirelessly. Stepping over cracked glass, hot tarmac, through flames and thick smoke, being winched over deep ravines, they battled on to seek out survivors and bring them aid. 

They worked around the clock, day and night, searching, sniffing, over and over. Not only did they search, but they comforted - many eyewitnesses speak of how the dogs would stop and sit by newly-recovered victims, giving them a sense of hope and relief, before moving on to look for the next. As the situation became desperate, and the rescue workers and fire teams became utterly distraught at the amount of people who were recovered dead, these dogs brought them comfort, sitting with them on breaks, letting them grieve.

Many of these dogs are old, and have passed away. Let us remember the courage and loyalty they showed at such a horrendous event. They didn’t have a choice, but nonetheless they did what was asked of them and helped save countless lives. Don’t let their bravery be forgotten today either, or their determination to be a ‘good dog’ despite the scary and dangerous environment around them.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014


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Monday, September 8, 2014
You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful - or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to. (via iamcharliesangel)

Need this today.

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Sunday, September 7, 2014

Belfast, Ireland

The wedding I went to in Ireland happened a year ago today. This gorgeous photo just came across my dash, and I was on this street a year ago, happily drinking a Guinness and celebrating my friends. Oh, memories.


Belfast, Ireland

The wedding I went to in Ireland happened a year ago today. This gorgeous photo just came across my dash, and I was on this street a year ago, happily drinking a Guinness and celebrating my friends. Oh, memories.

Friday, September 5, 2014

New Job Blues

These are thoughts that have gone through my whacked out brain since starting my new job on Wednesday:

  • Wahoo! Can’t wait for my new job.
  • This office is SO quiet.
  • What the fuck did I do? 
  • I wonder if I can get my old job back?
  • People here are weird. 
  • If I were at my old office, we’d be hanging in the break room for lunch.
  • 35% pay raise. 
  • I think I made a mistake
  • I’m so glad I’m out of my old job.
  • At least I got this sweet new MacBookPro.
  • What the fuck did I do? 
  • I think I’m going crazy.
  • Is this normal?
  • 35% pay raise.
  • Screw it, I don’t need the money.
  • I’ll give it a month and then ask for my old job back. 
  • I do not miss the chaos at that place.
  • Why did I get a Mac? I don’t know how to use it!
  • At least it’s quiet here.
  • What the fuck did I do?

And so on and so on. I think there should be mandatory counseling sessions for people who start new jobs. This week has been rough - and I wasn’t even there a full week! Just three days!

I know (hope) this will pass. And I know I’m looking back on my other job with rose-colored glasses, which is normal when you walk away from something comfortable and familiar into something new and unknown. You forget the dysfunction and frustration and the reasons you left in the first place. 

But for tonight I have a bottle of cheap red wine and a pizza on the way, so I have that going for me. 

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Thanks for the heads up. I haven’t sent my hair off yet, so I’ll be sure to do some research on the various organizations before I do. 

Thursday, September 4, 2014
Rare snuggle time with the only male in my life. #pathetic #catlady #catsofinstagram #gusgus

Rare snuggle time with the only male in my life. #pathetic #catlady #catsofinstagram #gusgus


Joan Rivers on Sexism in the 60s

Rest in Peace

(June 8, 1933 - September 4, 2014)

Makes my heart sad that so much of this is still true 40 years later. 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

So many changes this week, y’all. My last day at my job of seven years was last Friday. Leaving was hard. Really hard. I cried a lot more than I expected and slipped into a minor depression and spent a couple of days grieving for the end of that chapter in my life. I’ve never worked any place that long in my career.

Then I decided it was time to hack off my hair and donate to Locks of Love. I chopped off 14 inches on Tues morning. That decision was an easy one and a good one. I sure don’t miss that long mop of mess weighing me down. If only I looked as lightweight as my haircut made me feel!

Today was the first day at the new job. First days are hard. I don’t care who you are, how smart you are, how confident you are, they’re damn hard. I know I made the right decision in taking this new job, but the doubt and the what ifs are a motherfucker! And I knew I was never gonna find a work environment as fun as the one I’ve been in. I knew exactly what I was walking away from when it came to that part of my old job, but I was also very aware of what I was walking to with the new job as far as opportunity and money.

After just one day, I can already tell his office is going to be much more serious than the one I’ve been in. That’s not a bad thing, not a good thing, just different. And I can tell that I won’t be hanging out after work with the new coworkers. I definitely won’t be going to their homes or meeting their families. But that’s okay. I can leave this job at the office, and maintain my awesome friendships with the amazing people at my old job.

All in all, I’m good. This is a good thing. I made the right decision. And I’m gonna adjust and learn and transition and before I know it everything at the new job will be old hat. But damn if the transition doesn’t suck balls.