I have been a bad blahgger … good thing I don’t claim to be a "blogger" or I’d have made the bad blogger list. As a “blahger” I stand alone, because I’m the only one ... like Tigger. :D

So much has happened since last I blahged. All I can say is I’ve been really busy on several fronts:


Pain - Damn carpal tunnel … it’s a bitter taste of what being old feels like years before you should have those kinds of aches/pains. Who would have thought that something so harmless as cutting a few heads off coworkers and fusing them onto the bodies of the characters in the Austin Powers movies could cause such furor in the carpal tunnel region?

Jobbing - In case you didn’t know it (“I’m a fiddle player too, and if you care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you” … ooops! Sorry, got sucked in to a Charlie Daniels ‘Devil Went Down to Georgia’ word association, but I’m back now) I’ve been job hunting for quite some time. As a matter of fact, I’ve been actively, aggressively seeking a new occupation since September 17, 2003. What is the significance of the date, you wonder? Hmmm, good question! That would be the exact date that I found out my boss has been spreading evil, nasty, MEAN (and untrue) rumors about me and I decided to leave as soon as a decent offer came my way. It’s taken this long to receive a decent offer. The job market is tough (especially when you want to go to work for the Dept. of Homeland Security and catch terrorists) but the miracle of Monster.com worked for me and I received a WONDERFUL job offer which I am so incredibly excited about that I shall shortly be devoting a whole blahg to that subject! Meanwhile, I’ve been swamped with the rounds of job hunting, job interviewing, accepting job offers and preparing denizens of old job that you are leaving for new job. I believe I shall have to blahg about THAT topic as well, because the current coworker reaction has been very strange.

Parental House Hunting – After presenting my two weeks notice at work, I turn around and ask for three days off. Granted, they were legitimate vacation days that were owed to me (because it appears that my company does not pay for vacation time … doesn’t that SUCK?) but it’s a bit tacky to ask for time off after declaring two weeks notice. However, I can be tacky at times, and I truly needed some time away from the computer (see Carpal Tunnel reference above) so I used the opportunity to accompany mother dearest to Williamsburg to look at prospective parental housing units, since Dad has a herniated disk/disc (hmmm, which one is it? If it wasn’t so late and me so tired, I’d look it up. Instaed, I’m putting them both there and you can decide --- hear/here, peekay! Right back at you!) ;D

And yes, I managed to sneak a visit to TWO Christmas stores while I was in Williamsburg, and being the evil sister that I am, called Pook to tell her that I was in a Christmas store in Williamsburg, shopping … wish she was there! She thought I was mean. Heh-heh-heh! ;D Joy, Joy, JOY!

Peekay Wedding Decorations – After accepting the awesome responsibility of being official bow procurer for ceremony seats and archway for the wedding, I have been unable to sleep as dreams of bows and flowers invade my thoughts and trouble my sleep. Okay, so actually it’s not the bows and flowers that cause the trouble …it’s the thought of my mother taking over the wedding plans. She’s itching to trample and I’m doing my best to control her … when horses get rambunctious and try to trample, I’ve found that a chain over the nose works wonders … do you think that might work with my mother, as well?

Shopping – (have new job, must have new job wardrobe … it’s one the laws of physics …E=MC2 …I shop, therefore I am … See?)

Sharondarella House Hunting – With the parentals relocating to the land of Colonials, I shall be out in the cold, cruel world, all by my lonesome … 12 going on 30-something finally gets to live on her own! Whoooo-HOOOOO!

Apartment hunting is a bit of a culture shock. I had no idea that apartments were so expensive in this area … I mean, I always KNEW, but until I started looking at them, had no idea that it was that much money. $50 (non-refundable) for an application fee. One time $300 administrative fee (non-refundable.) Pet fee ($150, non-refundable.) Personally, I don’t think I like the word “non-refundable” very much. Perhaps it should have made this year’s selection of “retired words” from the good people at Websters dictionary? I certainly vote for it, but then again, they retire words that aren’t being used anymore, and the apartment rental people could keep this word alive for the next 5,000 years.

Basically, this is just a way for me to avoid having to admit that I’ve been slacking on my blahg, so please accept my pitiful recap of the past few weeks and I’ll have a new entry soon! J

This is Sharondarella saying goodnight! :D