Let's see if I can link all this together

In more proof that I am actually a teenage girl trapped in a rapidly-approaching-middle-age gay guy's body, I am currently listening to the Justin Timberlake CD that I just loaded onto my laptop. The nominal excuse for purchasing the CD was that I needed to add one more item to my Amazon order to qualify for free shipping. In reality, of course, I have wanted it for some time. Stan hated "SexyBack," but I liked it. Then JT's had a billion other songs from the album garner radio play, and they've all been better than half of the other stuff that gets airtime these days (not that that would be hard).

The reason for the Amazon order in the first place was Dave Barry's latest book. I'm about three-quarters of the way through Dave Barry's History of the Millennium (So Far). It's not as funny as some of his past stuff (I think he's gotten more serious since Sept. 11/getting remarried/having another kid), but it is amazing to think of all the stuff that has happened in the past seven years. Heck, when the clock struck Y2K, I was still living in Kansas.

Speaking of which, two jobs just opened up in Kansas--one 25 miles away from my parents and one in Manhattan, where I went to college. Either would be a great job, and they each pay slightly more than I am making out here in California (though far less than what I could potentially be making in a few years). Stan is not at all in favor of a move back to the Midwest. He took the opportunity to remind me of what my allergies would do if we moved back. Plus, I just got my promotion here and Mom and Dad seem to be healthy at the moment. So, I probably won't apply.

After all, California has been good for us. Two new dollar stores just opened here in town. (Stick with me here; I know this is a rough transition.) Stan went to the grand opening for one of them yesterday, and he won a $50 gift certificate! It's actually hard to spend $50 at a dollar store. (Neither of them had the two-year planner, BTW.)

Another way in which we are committed to staying here is our church involvement. Stan is deacon through the end of the year, and I just got tapped to design a website for the church. (Apparently I'm the logical choice because I'm the only congregant under 50 who doesn't have a bunch of kids taking up all my time.)

On the other hand, moving back (particularly to Manhattan) would allow me to see a lot more K-State football. There's no football at all on our basic cable right now. We've got to do something about getting a better TV package. I'm actually thinking about going into the office, just so I could watch ESPN while I work. (I don't really need to go in this weekend, but there's stuff I could do. Of course, there's plenty to do at home, too, like laundry and working more on the aforementioned church website.)

Decisions, decisions...

Nothing to blog about

Okay. Well, it's been a week since my last post, so all two of you who read this will probably be wondering what's going on. The answer is: not much. We are still (yes, a week later) recovering from our colds. I feel perfectly fine, but how one human body can produce this much phlegm is beyond me. The wedding was nice. I spent the first two days of my conference drifting in and out of consciousness, then got well enough to actually get something out of it the last couple days. Got home Friday night and went into the office both days this weekend. Other than going to Target and the grocery store, it just hasn't been a pile of laughs. Can't even ramble on about football, because K-State had an off week this week.

My quest right now is to find a two-year planner for 2008 and 2009. I've looked at both of the dollar stores here in town, plus Target. No luck. Other than that, we're trying to decide if we should upgrade to a better cable package. The trouble is that the channels we would actually watch (Comedy Central, Logo, BBC America) are all on different "tiers," so we'd basically have to get the zillion-channel, $100/mo. version. It looks like it might be cheaper (seriously) to buy a second TV, get satellite on that, and keep basic cable on our existing TV.

Next weekend is Pride up here, and then we head to Portland over Columbus Day. Hopefully one or both of those things will generate some interesting anecdotes.

Life in Misery

Well, here we are in Blue Springs, MO. On the way from the airport, we drove by the architectural firm where The Husband worked summers in college, the mortuary where his dad's funeral was held, and the country club where his high school class had their 30th reunion. All of that was on the way to... a pharmacy, to get us some Sudafed. We both have colds. He had a fever over 100 all day on Wednesday. Mine was just some chest congestion (starting last Saturday) until yesterday, when it moved up into my head. Driving six hours last night, getting four hours sleep and then spending most of the day going in and out of air compression on planes hasn't helped a lot. On the plus side, the flights were on time, the room is nice (flat-screen TV for college football; yea!), and none of the bathroom stuff exploded in the luggage.

Oh my goddess

I suppose there could be worse things... I have a song stuck in my head. A theme song. Last Sunday while we were in the City, we went to the gay bookstore. I got a travel book for next spring's Vegas sojourn, a 2008 calendar (cowboys!), and the DVD of the first season of Logo's Rick & Steve: The Happiest Gay Couple in All the World. We've watched all the episodes (only six) over the past three nights, along with our Netflix DVD (the last of the series of BBC's Planet Earth). The show is cute, but not nearly as witty as, say, South Park. The theme song, however, is infectious: "There's Dayna and Kiersten, and Evan and Chuck, but all our lives just suck... compared to Rick and Steve, Rick and Steve, happy and gay like you wouldn't believe. Loving life, hating girls; they're the happiest gay couple in all the world."

Aside from watching DVD's, I've basically been at work. I went into the office both days this weekend--yesterday for practically a full day. And I'm still behind. And next weekend we leave again. I don't have time to hold down a job; I've got a social life to attend to! Of course, there's the little matter of money to support that social life.

Speaking of money, we found out that the couple that lives in the other half of our duplex is taking part in a free energy-savings retrofit. They gave us the information about the program, and it is an income-qualification thing. Uh, as a couple we make about a hundred thousand dollars a year over the cut-off for a two-person household. Guess we're in a slightly different income bracket from our neighbors. That has renewed our desires to look at buying a house. There was one in the paper this morning--four bedrooms, 1600 square feet on a large lot... for less than what we offered for the condo we almost bought in the Bay Area. The Husband went by and looked at it, and there's apparently a reason for the price. It currently has no doors or windows. Next...

Sayonara, Senator

I am deeply saddened by the resignation of Sen. Craig (R-ID). This man was a true "public servant," in that he got the mainstream media to report details that will allow millions more men to engage in anonymous tea room hook-ups. Personally, I never knew this stuff about toe tapping and running your hand along the bottom of the partition...