To be young again

.... would be the worst fate I could ever imagine.

Saturday I celebrated my 37th Birthday. I was lucky enough to be surrounded by friends and family.

It was a great weekend, my dear friend Sarah came down from Denver to spend some time with me - and I appreciate that so much! Not many people have bothered to take the trip down to visit me (it is always easier for them to let me do all the traveling, I suppose) but Sar was a good sport and endured the GRUELLING one hour dualprop ride from Denver to Albuquerque... and I treated her with a Friday night visit to Urgent Care. Hey, I KNOW how to entertain my guests! LOL.

It turns out I have quite the nasty case of Bronchitis. I've been fighting an upper respiratory ailment for a month now (It started when I was in D.C. on a business trip) and the doctor decided it was time to load me up with antibiotics and a cough syrup concoction that would take down an elephant.

Alas, Sar was a doll and she put up with my sickiness. She totally mommed me. heh. But I got myself up and we had a nice afternoon strolling around Old Town, and we played video games and ate great food :) Saturday night I treated my pals to pizza and everyone else had to drink in my honor, since I couldn't join in with the boozin.

I was threatened with bodily harm if I didn't stay home from work today - so here I am, my lappy is VPN'd in and I'm working FROM HOME. I've only conferenced in to one meeting and I didn't promise not to do that. (so THERE!) But, I'm in my sweats and my bronco hoodie so I'm happy... well, and the drugged out version of my cough syrup helps.

The Simple Life

Ah, what I wouldn't give for a nice long stretch of time to sit and play my guitar.

My days are filled with glaring fake light, the drone of office talk, people and their agendas...

I just want some warmth. Rich & sweet, the depth of the chords and the honey thick melody. My fingers ache for the burn. The callouses never seem to fade; the hard reminder of better times.

I wonder sometimes, is it just the guitar?

Is the instrument the one with the soul?

Maybe the strings are mine, and the magic that moves me is something that I can't fully embrace yet.

...and I thought a c-chord was difficult to grasp.

Is dad part of this? Is this finally the bond, now that he's been dead for 18 years? Is this life I feel part of who he was?

Just say when and where

As my birthday draws ever more near, I tend to get a little focusy on the previous 12 months. This year has been quite the melting pot of bubbling activity... and I can't say that the result has been an mm-mmm tasty treat of thrilling proportions.

I've been at the same job for about a year and a half now, and I'm currently smack dab in the middle of a major software implementation. I say middle, even though our go-live was last Monday. I just spent four months on configuration and pilot testing (and training myself as the Expense System Administrator) The next six months are going to be spent de-bugging v8.0 and listening to the constant ringing of my phone.

Ten years ago, I never expected my career in Accounting to bring me to a place where I'm troubleshooting IT issues five days a week (or more). Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of where I am and of the things I've learned and accomplished - but I think the biggest part of my hesitation is that I don't have any formal IT training - but I'm armed with enough intelligence to really grab ahold of this project and OWN it. I'm up for a promotion, and I should have a call on the matter within a few weeks.

The last year with my living situation has seen it's ups and downs - totally normal, and not astounding. I guess I'm just disappointed that I'm still in the same boat with some old issues that could have been avoided. Maybe next year I'll learn how to say no and do without some of the pleasures that I should be getting help with. I believe that life should be filled with lots of good things - you can't take money with you when you go - but at the same time, I don't like being the only person reaching for the check at the end of a meal. Maybe a sense of feminist equality is too much for some people, I'd be happy with equal "billing", myself. Nothing more, nothing less. That's fair in my mind. I can wholeheartedly say that I don't live beyond my own means.

School has not yet kicked my ass to the curb - but this semester I had to break it on down to only six credit hours. Nine and twelve like the last three semesters were just too much during the software conversion. US History (Pre-19th century) and Algebra rule my life three days a week. Well, five if you count the investment in homeworkiness. I'f I'm not working, I'm studying or in class... or sleeping. That's my life these days. Not much room for enjoyment or frivolity.

This blogging situation has been a source of MIGHTY controversy for me in the past. I'm pretty hesitant to go into specifics here about anything other than how I personally feel about matters in my life. I'm going to try and keep the speculation of the intent and focus of other people to an absolute minimum. I'm also going to keep the topics online with current events - how I see the world around me.

My sweetie-pie-honey-bunny-pseudo-girlfriend is coming for a visit this weekend! I'mma have a BLONDE AMAZON for my birthday!

Eat THAT, Bitchez.

Oh, for the love of....

...little green men!

Fine. I'll blog.

You win.

But there will be NO bitching about the things I write, you hear me????

I mean it!