Friday, December 28, 2007

I'm tired of holding myself together for the sake of looking 'professional'. Is it that shameful to express a little emotion once in a while? I don't want to go as far as to personally insult someone but far enough to make a general point regarding an individual or a company's inappropriate behavior, lack of mutual respect, and generally bad business practice. Put simply, I just want to tell people they're acting like idiots without appearing like an idiot for actually saying it.....

fo shizz.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Hmmm, haven't updated in a while.

Well, let's see.....Thanksgiving weekend was nice. Thursday we put up lights in front of the house in the morning and then went to my folks for the majority of the afternoon. Friday, I strolled into work to pick up a few things for a job that was supposed to be running......but it wasn't.....and I found out the hard way. I was a little pissed no one said anything but as soon as I got home, I didn't care anymore. After I finished decorating the house with Christmas ribbons, wreaths, and poinsettas ($1.98 DEAL!), I watched a few movies and ended the day with a good nap. It was uneventful, slow, and certainly boring but I liked it.

Saturday, I practically jumped out of bed at 5:45am for a half day of plant work. I was more motivated to get there than ever for two VERY important reasons; (1) It was the second to last day of complete tear off - meaning this 8 month ordeal is quickly coming to a close and (2) I honestly wouldn't have known what to do with myself if I hadn't had some sort of activity planned for the day. Yes, I am willing to admit that because my schedule has been so utterly packed with work related things for so long, I seriously get really bored ..... and nap happy. Ok fine - it's called workaholic - I get it. Thanks Paul. Jackass.

Anyway, so I worked a half day on Saturday then came home to watch the same movies I watched on Friday. It was glorious. Ha! Sunday, I worked another half day in the morning (7am-10am), came home and hung out with Paul for a while, then we drove off to chill with his parents for the Dubs Thanksgiving. After sharing 6 wonderful hours in the R O, we arrived home with just enough time to crawl into bed and watch like 9 episodes of Family Guy. All in all, great weekend.

Today was just crappy cause it sn-ained outside so it's not worth mentioning. Stupid snain... or ranow...... or pink.... stupid.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Roofing the top of the world.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

I had a really awful day a few days ago and while I was on one of my crazy-confused-frustrated rants, someone gave me a hug. It was weird and totally unexpected but yet very nice. I laughed. It actually made me feel better. It was a very nice way of telling me to shut up. More people should do that.

Friday, October 26, 2007

This is the very first time I've ever won an official election! Yea for me! I am now a chairman on the Board of Directors! I'm a director......a DIRECTOR people! Holy Schnikes!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

hey blog,
have you ever been in a super happy mood you just want to act like an dork and make people laugh? I'm so excited I finally got a day to myself in the office so I feel like dancing and acting like a big cheese ball. Hah, it's a nice feeling. A really nice feeling.


Sunday, October 07, 2007

I'm just gonna go ahead and admit this because I'm feeling an enormous amount of guilt right now and I'm hoping that if I say my mistake 'out loud', I'll feel slightly better. I was a sloppy drunk last night and I dropped a buddy's bike. I freakin dropped his bike. If I were him, I'd be pissed.... I was just sitting on it and the one side suddenly got heavy, I freakin dropped it, and then rolled over on the an drunk idiot. I feel terrible about it. I sent him a text this morning telling him I was really sorry about it but he hasn't written me back.

oh my god I feel sooooo bad. I know it doesn't sound like something to obsess about but seriously ...... bikes are expensive and it's so not cool to have some drunk idiot damage your bike because we were just fuckin around.

awe man I feel really really bad.


Thursday, October 04, 2007

Saturday, September 22, 2007

So I'm not entirely happy with the way things went this week but I'm slowly getting over it.

I clicked on a continuous stream of Ray Charles and started re-painting my hallway...finally. Although it was tremendously time consuming, I think the change of pace took my mind off the maddening week. I'm happy with the time it took though, it looks better than it did after I painted it the first time and it looks a hell of a lot better now that all the little white compound patches are painted over. Yea, Paul had a boxing match with a box spring ... the patches represent the underlying frustration we have with this house. She's a temptress - she makes you think you can get big pieces of furniture in but really, HA, you cannot. So far, it's HOUSE 5, US 3. Blog, you should've seen the last thing we tried to get up the stairs! It was about 300 lbs. and just so happened to be 2" too tall. What a bitch.

Anyhoo, I just realized that I'm painty and I want to redo my hair...... so I'm out but I'll get back to you later. SeeYa.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

I can't sleep tonight. We tore off this roof last night and just tarped it off for this morning and even though I know it's not going to rain and everything will be fine, I'm still terrified about what the owner's going to say about just tarping the area off last night. To tell you the truth, I'm going to do everything I possibly can to avoid talking about it but still - what happens if I have to tell him and he's pissed? .....

What am I exactly afraid of? Am I afraid of him telling me that I'm not a good person/employee? ... Yes, yes I think that's actually it. I can't sleep because I'm flippin scared this guy will freak out about the stupid tarps and I'm going to get railed because this area wasn't in true watertight condition. I have this vision that he's going to look me in the eye and tell me that I'm a bad superintendent and he no longer wants me on this project. .... Which in that case, would be good for me because all this project has been doing for the last 5 months is give me ulsers, insomnia, and worry lines.

My dad blames me for this whole mess. As if all I had going on yesterday was this job. I started in the office yesterday at 6:45am, worked on bids for an hour and a half -- drove out to a project in Livonia at 8:15am and didn't get back until 10am. I spent the following hour or so, prepping for another three jobs, all due within the next few days, and then I headed out to this project. I spent a half an hour on this project before I found out that my crew was missing part of their order - so at 11:30 or so, I raced around trying to get a hold of their material. By 12:45, I could hear my stomach growling but I ignored it and popped back into the office for some more bid reviews. Jumped in the truck around 2 with Ed and took him out to a small bid on the east side of town. I finally got back at around 3:15 ---- only to find out that my father is hella pissed about my crews not putting the roof on a small 50 x 30 area and then, on top of that, not even putting any tarps down just in case. So at about 4ish, he makes me drive over there with my foreman and lay out 3 tarps until 5. And I wonder why I'm always stressed and upset.

I'm gonna crack here sooner or later and it's not going to be pretty.

Friday, September 14, 2007

My crazy husband

My Crazy Surfin Dog

Friday, August 10, 2007

I've decided I'm going to make the effort to learn how to do more things around here. I'm going to teach myself how to drive the skytrac/rex and I'm going to find out what to do to get myself qualified to drive some of the other heavy equipment here (dump trucks/stakes/cranes/etc.). I'm sick of always having to depend on somebody else to get my shit done.

You hear that new song by Kayne? The one that's like --- "excuse me, is you saying somethin? Uh uh Can't tell me nothin!" --- I totally feel like that today. It's been a while but I finally feel like I'm getting out of this slump I've been stuck in. Finally.

Monday, August 06, 2007

I need a good swift kick to the behind today. It feels like I slammed the snooze button on my alarm like an hour ago ..... but in reality, I've been at work for 5 hours.

Went canoeing this weekend. Loved it. Ate a ton of baaaaad food though. Feel like I need to work it off with a good run tonight.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

I wanna go back to bed. it's too early. BED

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

There have been so many attempts to post something on this website but I've decided not to post most of the drafts I've written. So I'm writing just to say that I've been in a slump lately. I feel like I'm starting to turn around but we'll see I guess. .... we'll see.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

The sky is red this morning.

You know what really bugs me blog? Liars. I can't stand it when people think that they're going to get away with something by lying. Hey man, if you want to "exaggerate" about yourself or your own accomplishments - go ahead - I don't mind.....BUT when it comes to something important, do NOT lie to me. Make a mistake? Fine don't lie about it. Drop something by accident? Fine don't lie about it. Come in on Saturday for a second? Fine don't lie about it.

I just don't understand people sometimes. I just don't get it.

Friday, July 13, 2007

I'm kinda taking a break from working today and I don't care who knows it. I've been slammed with 50-60 hour weeks for the last 2 months and only getting paid for 40. I'm going to relax today and I really don't care if anyone has anything to say about it. Hell, maybe I'll even get to go out with my brother at lunch today. Wahoo!

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Today was wicked hot. I just wanted to say that.

I talked to my mom earlier and she made me feel better about everything that's been happening with my job. She's always there for me. That makes me feel really, really good.

I just had to say that. Thanks for listening.
So last night I left the jobsite kinda early cause it was hot and I was exhausted from working so hard for the last few weeks. I'm five minutes into taking my dog out and I get a call from my foreman telling me that he's done with the job........on a crew of 10 men........after an 11 hour day.......on saturday overtime......The bottom of my stomach drops out as I'm thinking about the conversation I'm going to have with my boss on Monday morning when he picks up their time. He's going to blow out the back of my skull when he sees the bill for that one and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.

So my foreman tells me he's heading out to the bar with his journeymen and that it's too bad I left early. I didn't really put much thought into the idea of going back down there until Paul called and told me he didn't know what time he'd be home but it'd be late. Then, I realized that today was the last day I'd have that many guys on one against my better judgement, I did end up hanging out with them last night.

Well, alright, it wasn't all bad. I did have a few laughs here and there but I ended up staying out late which bugged me a little. It's not that big of a deal though, I didn't have to work today and there isn't going to be another day like this until next year really.

Last night, however, I did notice that my life has indeed become all about work. Paul said that I started talking about work in my sleep at 3am this morning. Then when we got up and started watching TV, I talked about the fact that I had a bad day for two hours. And then right now I'm writing a blog about it. Uggghhhh I'm pathetic sometimes.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

The non-incriminating party shots

The Me & You's

The "Close Up" Shots

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Ahhhh, another one will soon join the old married crowd!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

have you ever heard a "radio" version of a song and then thought "what the hell, I can handle hearing the real thing" and then you listen to the real version and you realize that you'd prefer the clean version? I hate that.

I really want my own tools. I really want to have a real toolbox in the back of my truck. I think that would be nice.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Say every day you come into the office, someone has to act like an asshole. You know they're just joking around, trying to tease you and be funny at the same time, so you ignore the idiot and go about your day. Day after day you deal -- again, and again, and again, and again, and again. "I'm trying to be polite and not let it affect me" you say to yourself, "maybe the dumbass will get the hint." After a few weeks, you realize that it's gotten worse than you expected. Instead of being the mature person and actually acting like an adult about the whole thing, you realize that because you didn't react, you've only proven that you can be walked over at will. You've become a wet blanket --- a rug if you will. Finally you do scream and yell and no one takes you seriously anymore.

Now you have to do something rash to get back on top. Something really big. Something no one will expect.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

I'm a big fan of bands like Trivium, Static X, Ill fact, when it comes to rock, high energy tunes are more my forte then any other type of music in the same category. That being said, I have no idea why so I'm obsessed with listening to Hinder. Why.....why self.... why is Hinder so addicting??!

Oh and my dad walks into my office on Friday and says "umm hey, do you know what a fall out boy is?"
It was funny.

the end. ;-)

Saturday, May 12, 2007

What an insane week. I nearly quit on Monday because I was so frustrated with everything going on at work. It the first day of an important three month project and everyone was on edge I guess. I just happened to be the one standing in the line of fire.

When it comes to this particular project, my job is less than ideal. I have to juggle the wants and needs of my crews, the customer, and my office at the same time. When things go into chaos, I'm the first one who gets slammed with calls and the one who has to plead and beg with everyone to calm down and allow me to work everything out. On Tuesday, I could barely keep myself off the phone with more than 30 calls throughout the day. All I heard was "I need this, I need that, I want this done, handle that, you need to pick it up J!!!" Then, I get calls from my own customers wondering where my crews are for their projects. It's extremely draining trying to keep my head straight for 10 hours every day while everyone else goes off the deep end. What kills me is that I actually volunteered for this.

I guess I've been thinking a lot about my life lately. I've been thinking about how much I miss living near friends and how much it stinks basically hiding in my cave of a house for most of my time outside of work. When I work this job, I get a magnificent view of the office vs. the field and it's starting to make me feel even more alone than ever. I don't exactly fit in with the office because I enjoy the field work and I'm like 25 years younger than any of my colleagues. I don't exactly fit in the field either because I'm an estimator (from the "office") and I'm still like 20 years younger than the people I'm supposed to be managing. I'm a glorified punching bag for both groups. I just wish I had a few friends I could grab a beer with after work and just get away from it all for a few minutes.

I hope things will get better though. I love the job but for the life of me, I can't find a compelling reason to explain why I actually do. Maybe I'll find one eventually I guess.

Friday, May 11, 2007

holy moly I'm tired. does the clock post the correct time on this thing? because it's freakin early.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Sometimes it's easier to stew in your own self-pity than it is to actually face your mistakes and have the courage to move on. Most of the time I forget that --- it's an old habit I have an extremely hard time breaking. See blog, I have this amazing talent when it comes to focusing in on my own blunders and then obsessing about them to the point where I can actually drive myself crazy.......much like yesterday and the day before but you didn't see that because you're a blog and not a real person...with eyes....and a brain........ Ummm Anyway, so I guess I'm my own worst critic and it kills me sometimes because I don't do it intentionally. Once, I had this unbelievable idea that if I could only somehow flip it and focus like that on work or on projects at home, I would be the greatest worker ever but I couldn't do it. So I'm back to being the same 'ole mistake-maken, blue-collar, Joe.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Mistake after mistake after mistake after mistake. When am I going to learn?

Monday, April 30, 2007

I finally scheduled myself a vacation....which is good I guess. For the most part, I insist on punishing myself with more and more work after losing a bid or missing a bid or whatever -- so when I do schedule myself a vacation like this, I'm really thinking "oh you're quitting? you quitter!" in the back of my head.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

When she's outside in the sun, my little goofball always finds the shady spot to plop down and take a breather. Normally, she makes her nest under the table part of the grill but on Sunday she decided she wanted nothing to do with the deck. SOOO while she's hangin out with dad, workin on cars, she picks a small spot in the shade to chill out.

Meanwhile, I'm hosing down the bikes for the summer and give 'em a quick one two for the beginning of the season. All of the dirty water from each bike begins to trickle down the driveway and pools at the right corner of the apron in front of the garage. Paul, although working near the water flow, doesn't mind that the water is running by him because he's working off of an engine hoist that is slightly higher than the asphalt.

Ruby finally stops to take a break. Paul utters something like " Roobs!" I look up and here's what I see:


Monday, April 23, 2007

I often think about the times I've said something that didn't really mean. Like this one time, up north, when I was talking about my grandma and I made this ridiculous comment about .... well whatever ..... but it was so rude and I've tortured myself about it ever since. Or that other time, when I was with P and we were visiting Chi-Town. I was drinking car crashes all night and for whatever reason, a friend and I were fighting and we ended up beating the bejesus out of each other. The worst part was that it was all on tape - and that I started the whole stupid thing. Needless to say, I refuse to either drink hard liquor or fight anymore. Oh no wait, I did go with a wiskey and coke all night at my brothers wedding and let's just say getting caught lightin it up at the bar, drunk off my pa-toot, by a very overprotective aunt was only one of the very stupid things I did that night.

Hmm. Come to think of it, everything I just wrote involved some sort of hard liquor. Wow. That's not cool. That's really not cool at all. That is absolutely mortifying.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

nah, didn't get this one. I got another chance for a big one in two weeks though so I'm not too upset. ....But it still sucks to lose my plant - daaaaahhhhhh that sucks! Sucks sucks sucks

darn it.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

I'm shaking right now and I can't tell if it's from the coffee or the fact that I just dropped off a HUGE bid an hour ago. I'm scared. I really want the job because I know the facility and the people but I'm really nervous because it's a HUGE project. It would be cool if I got it though. Ah - I'm so nervous. Well we'll see what happens.......yes, yes, we will see.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

I watched a little bit of the CMT music awards last night and it made me want to get back into country.

Heard a guy talking about the shooting at V Tech on Opie and Anthony this morning. After the guy was finished telling his side of the story, O&A launched into a pro-legal gun rant and claimed that there is a difference between legal and illegal guns used during the commission of crimes. There was a point to A's tirade and it made sense but at this point, it's just separating the mud from the dirt (for lack of a better analogy). I'm not that knowledgable on gun laws or gun purchasing or gun background checks etc because I don't, nor do I want to own a gun. That being said, I won't comment on the process but I will throw out the obvious question -- so where do people get pistols to shoot other people?

It makes me wonder about anti-drug & lifer laws and 'three-strikes'. It makes me wonder about the 2+ million involved in the US correctional system and how nearly two-thirds of population is in for drug related crimes. I think about how people are so naive to believe that prison is the most effective deterrent for drugs. I think about how our prisons are exploding with people because of politicial "tough on crime" policies. Then, I think about how V Tech, like many other tragic situations, is going to be reduced to mere paradigm for some anti-gun, crime-stopper lobbyist that suggests we crowd more prisons with tougher gun control laws.

That's what always drove me crazy about this country's political landscape when it comes to criminal justice. It's like trying to teach dog who not to jump up on the bed by shutting the door to the bedroom. Grrr.........I'm so glad I'm not a cop right now. I think I would drive myself insane.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Remember Baz Luhrmann 'Everybodys Free'? I heard it and it made me feel better about this week. It makes me really want to finish reading my book.

Makes me think that if, instead of holding the cards up, someone played songs then asked me what was the first thing I'd think of when I heard the tunes. Using winamp, I'm going to give it go:

1. Elvin Bishop - Fishin --- Miller Genuine Draft & potatoe chips.
2. Kayne West - The New workout Plan --- spandex.
3. Allison Krauss - Deeper than Crying --- Colorado Rockies
4. Bad Company - Rock N Roll Fantasy --- my garage & motor oil
5. Il Nino - What Comes Around --- driving to a jobsite for work
6. Rob Zombie - House of a 1000 Corpses --- Chillin in the basement
7. Sammy Davis Jr. - Candyman --- I hate Christina Aguilera
8. Lupe Fiasco - I Gotcha --- Paul
9. Irish Rovers - Drunken Sailor --- Shilelagh mmmmmm
10. Charlie Daniels - Big John --- awesome.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

I need side work. I need something on the side so that I can take my mind of my real work. Something that will generate some sort of extra income so that it'll be worth giving up my free time. I need something because I'm starting to lose it.
I just wanted to pop in this morning and say that I love Reba McIntyre. She is the best.


Wednesday, April 04, 2007

This always happens. I could swear it's the big guy making sure I stay as close to this life as possible. I feel like jerry on the one seinfeld episode about how a man's abstinence somehow makes george smarter, elaine dumber, and jerry dead even in life. if you've seen it, you'll know exactly what I'm talkin bout blog. I have one fantastic day last month and then I have one absolutely terrible, depressing, embarrassing day like yesterday, nearly 30 days later. It's unbelievable.

It makes me want to move somewhere new. Somewhere far away and totally unlike this place. Some far off place where I can hide for like 2 years then I'll come back. Ah......what dreams may come.

Monday, April 02, 2007

So we went out for Paul's birthday Friday night with my folks. First, Paul doesn't talk that much.....unless of course he's around Scott or Axel but that's a totally different story. Anyhoo so I try my absolute hardest not to talk about work but it's seriously challenging considering I spend 85% of my time at work with my parents. So as the night goes on and on, my folks and I keep turning the conversation into work-related gossip. By the end of dinner, I was so annoyed with myself it was sick.

I guess it all comes back to this book that I'm reading. It's called something like "92 tricks to talk to someone". One chapter in the book describes the dynamic of a 'little cat' vs. a 'big cat'. Big Cats are those whose confidence and poise is enough to convey success and intelligence whereas little cats are those who nip, poke fun, and tease -- compensating for size and lack of substance. ..... So the more the conversation steered towards work that night, the more I started to feel like a little kitty at a table full of big cats. I have a problem with verbally poking at my dad sometimes --- which I think, is more in response to how much he jabs me at work when he's my "boss".

It occured to me later that night that if I stop poking at the bear, maybe the bear will stop nipping at me. Uhh Duh Jackie - you're an idiot! You need to grow up.

Friday, March 30, 2007

My baby's having surgery today. :(

Thursday, March 29, 2007

I'm in a fighting mood today. For the last few weeks or so I've been draging my heels around this office, feeling overwhelmed, overworked, and very unmotivated. Today, although I was nipped and snubbed by a few nameless individuals (I kinda deserved it anyhow), I feel like it's going to be a good day. Peace.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Joke? Unfortunately not. These are both items in the fashion section of a big-name department store ---- yes, the fashion section. I wonder if it'll ever catch on...........

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Shout out to my husband -- Happy Birthday Paulie!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Last night I experienced what I'd like to call Senario #2, of the same dream I had a couple of weeks ago. I was at my grandmother's cottage trying to figure out where to put stainless steel appliances in the kitchen but I remember feeling like it was an extremely odd look for stainless instead of the current avocado green appliances in her 1960s style kitchen. .... then I was somehow in the crawl space and I found missing joists and straps that needed repair immediately. In the earlier version, I hung out in the attic looking for old stuff so that I could get rid of it. After a second, I wanted to go swimming in the big waves which - for some reason - is exactly the same way the second one ended. Weird eh? I thought so.

I need a vacation.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Yesterday I went to another booth show for the industry. I got a couple leads which is kinda cool. .... hey blog, do I look honest to you? I try my hardest to look honest -- I know that sounds weird but in my opinion, when you look like a used car salesman - people think you are a used car salesman. I don't know about you blog, but I don't want to buy a roof from a guy like that.

So yesterday, I talked to a few people, picked up a few cards, and figured out that I should've come to this particular show earlier than 1:30pm (oops). Although if I had come earlier, I may have missed the few leads that I did get. Well, alright - there was this one guy that I could've done without. He came over and was like "I want to do a garden roof, do you do that?" I, of course, responded "sure! we can absolutely do that for you! Here's my card, give me a call and I'll see what I can work out for you." Like 7-8 times after that, he would look at me and go "are you sure? you do that?"

I wanted to throw a pen at him.

Other than that, it was a good day. I liked it. Oh yea and blog, I'm getting better at this whole salesman thing. Ha!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

the other day I read this article about the roof on the Louisiana Super Dome and for me, it was quite compelling. I had a few doubts about the 'truth' in the article vs. what actually happened but still, it was interesting. in fact, it was so interesting that it reminded me of how much I like to read and that I really haven't been reading anything but plans & specs over the last couple of months. Now I'm kinda glad that I asked for a gift certificate to Borders for my birthday -- I'm feeling the urge to buy a sales/marketing/cold calling/letter writing book.

Slight flashback: So my pops signed me up for this trade show committee for our industry association a little while back and about two weeks ago, we had our first meeting at the main association office. It was actually kinda cool because we were sitting in the same room that displayed both my grandfather and dad's trustee photos (amongst a few others of course). After the meeting, I browsed through the faces on the wall and asked what it takes to qualify for a photo. The office ladies told me that I had to be an owner or a principal officer of the company and then I had to be voted in to a position. My response: That's it, I will be the first female face on this wall.

So today, I'm looking for more books to help me increase my sales so that I can increase my exposure in the field so that I can become better known as a Juggernaut so that I can eventually transfer myself into a principal of this company so that I can voted into office and then I can have my face on the wall. Sound like a lot? Yea, I don't care. I want a frame.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

So I had my birthday dinners this weekend which were fun fun fun! Saturday night the in-laws took us out to Applebees for a lovely dinner and then they made the hike over to our house to visit with Ruby. Rooobs could barely contain herself when my father in-law came in and from what it seemed, neither could he. I think he really wants a shmuppy.

Sunday night we went over to my mom's house and had my favoritist of all favorites --- Corn Beef & Cabbage. It was so good. Everyone had their own story about how much they were looking forward to it too! I think that was the best part of the whole night - well, at least for me. I can't believe how big our family is getting too. We had 10 people at the dining room table and J's not even dating yet. It was crazy fun.

You know what else is fun? When you spend a month sticking with a program to keep your dog from pulling on walks and then you go out for a couple of blocks one day -- and she doesn't pull. She, all of a sudden, isn't pretending she's in a dog sled competition and we're trailing the leader by a hair. It's so hard when you think that it's never going to work because of how fussy they can be in the beginning but I can't tell you how exciting it is when they finally learn exactly what you want them to do. I'm betting she'll still be fussy for a little while longer but this is HUGE progress so far I think.

I feel good today.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Paul got me these earrings for my birthday and they're black and i love them. They're just regular old horseshoes because it hurts my fingers to put the little ball in the hoop ones. i love them.

ok blog, i've wasted too much time telling you about my black earrings. I must go and have dinner with my in-laws.


Friday, March 02, 2007

I was on fire yesterday and it was amazing. here's what had happened was:

7am - I get to my desk and I immediately clicked into "haul ass" mode. I correct, examine, check, double check, and triple check my estimates just to make sure I'm right on the nose before turning them in at 11am.

7:30am - I get a call from my sub downriver and he's stuck at security. I give him a contact name and tell him to find my customer for set-up locations. I kinda feel like an idiot because I'm not there directing -- and I'm supposed to be the one with the contract.

8am - Everyone's here and I'm still working my butt off trying to come up with some final numbers for my bid.

10:30am - A is finally done typing up my bid form so I read through and sign it. I'm off in a rush to the admin building to turn in my final numbers.

11am - Bid Opening. I got three of four schools -- which is freakin awesome. I wasn't really all that into the fourth school so I was kinda happy I didn't get it. But the first three though...yes!!!! I went insane with excitment ..... but that wasn't the best part. This was the best:
#4 Company $129,800.00
#3 Company $126,450.00
#2 Company $126,308.00
Us $126,300.00
That does not happen EVER.
My birthday, March 1st, is officially the luckiest day of the year! I should've played the lottery!

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

I love the 90s station on XM. This morning the DJ said "XM 90s, you only get it if you lived it" and that's mainly why I love it now. I don't even care if they play Warrant right after SWV - I love it.

YOu know what I LOVe more?! I love Big R internet radio. Big R is a 90s alternative station and right now I'm listening to White Town "Your Woman". Dude you would totally know that song if you heard it. Seriously, download it. HELLO nostalgia!

today is going to be a good day. :-)

Monday, February 26, 2007

Oh man, I've got a wicked cold and it's so not cool. I hate colds, they're so useless. They're not bad enough to take off work but yet they're not nearly good enough to actually allow you to work once you get here.

Colds are like windshield wipers that decide to only work on the middle and passenger side of the window -- you can still see the cars in front of you but it's incredibly frustrating.

Oh man, I've got a wicked cold and it's so not cool. I hate colds, they're so useless. They're not bad enough to take off work but yet they're not nearly good enough to actually allow you to work once you get here.

Colds are like windsheild wipers that only work on the middle and passenger side of the window -- you can still see the cars in front of you but it's incredibly frustrating.


Friday, February 23, 2007

I need money. There's so much I'd like to do to the house but I can't do it without money.

I wonder if I can sell my roofing experience on the side for cash... "hi my name is j, you need a roofer?" maybe not.

I know! I'm gonna go to the driving range, practice really hard, and then become a pro golfer. It'll only take going to the range eight days a week for the next nine years... ... crap.

can i sell my organs? ... second thought, ummm ... no.

Maybe I could do yard work?

This is pathetic.

I'm picking up a lotto ticket tonight.
My mom's shmupperooo. She's a cutee.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Last night, Pau didn't come home until 9 so I made myself a nice egg salad samich. I forgot how much I love homemade egg salad samiches.

Ruby is food snob. It's really, really annoying.

I'm happy that's it's Thursday but I'd be more excited if it were Friday.

I think I'm coming down with the cold Pau had a few days ago.

I finally moved into my brother's old office. It's nice because it's a bigger office and I feel like I can actually have people come in and sit down in a chair that was actually meant for guests. I have more desk space so that I can look at more projects (blah) and I have so much more wall space to organize my awards, project photos, and drawings. The only thing that really sucks about this office is brother isn't in it.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Holy moly blog, it's been a tough week and it's only wednesday....shnikes.

Goals to achieve during lent to make me a better person & closer to the dude upstairs:
1. Eat heathier - I should stop pretending to be a human garbage disposal
2. Run at least once a week & take the dog for longer walks
3. Say a prayer in the morning everyday
4. Send at least one card to someone every week
5. Research & Donate to two charities

I know everyone talks about giving up something for lent like candy or pop, but this year I'm attempting to give up something that I should've been giving up all year --- my very own time. I know it's not a lot but it's a start I think. Caring for Ruby has really taught me a lot about giving up a part of myself for someone or something else and now I feel like I can do more. So step by step, day by day, I'm going to try to do as much as I can.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Our little goober.
I finally went to the MEGA Steve & Barry's they put in about five minutes from my house. They took over the old HQ building about a year or so ago but I haven't really had the urge to do some work shopping until yesterday. I found two pairs of pants and two long sleeve polos for $30.00. I love Steve & Barry's.

Today, I'm going to focus. I'm allowing myself no big breaks (aside from this one), no extended conversations with other employees - even if it's about work, and I'm not allowing myself to go home today without completely finishing at least 3 bid forms. Blog - I'll get back to you later on how I did.

Also, I need to talk to Jen. I haven't talked to her in FOREVER and I miss her.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

You ever think that having millions or even billions of dollars is like having the GOD code for a video game? Think about it, if you're not so good looking - you can have surgery/stylist makeover to fix that. If you're not so good with the ladies/boys, you can hire a looove coach. If you're not so popular, you can pay to be where the famous people are hanging out. You can do anything!!

You know what I would do? I'd probably take a few months off to just travel and such but then I'd come back and probably go back to school. I think I'd want to do it right and get a business degree and maybe a mba. After that, I'd keep working at getting my business to take off and I'd start a fund for women in the service end of construction. I'd start the foundation so that it's tailored to women managing their own crews and their own business' that provide most of their labor from in-house. I would request that NAWIC recognize my smaller, more focused association as a "front lines" type recruiter. I'd have private training to get women up to speed on tools/building/codes or a 'how to' class on dealing with old school male pm's. I'd want to make it so that people don't treat me or other women like me like this -- "oh you're starting the WBE because you want to take advantage of the old minority discount bullshit" -- Dennis (he's a man's man). ....... Lastly, I would probably support most of my family and donate to a few charities along the way too. ... but that's just me :)

Monday, February 12, 2007

So dig this blog - last night while P & I are trying to watch Family Guy, I start hearing these noises in the other rooms of the house. I knew something was up when Ruby got up and walked into the hallway to check things out but when I said something to P, he's tells me that all I'm hearing is the registers and the dog. I turned on the light, waited for a second, and there was nothing, so I shut the light off again and crawled back into bed.

Sure enough, a minute or two after the lights are off, I keep hearing these little scratchy, chipmunky noises in the house. I was absolutely terrified that somehow a raccoon had snuck into the attic then slipped into the house from some tiny crack and is now going to freak out in one of the upstairs rooms --- or worse, walk into our bedroom, attack the dog, and then bite us all over and give us rabies and etc etc etc AH (I have a bad overactive imagination when it comes to this stuff)! So I took a cue from Roobs and decided to tip-toe into the other rooms and sneak a peek from around the wall. The light in the guest room clicked on and there was no noise. The light in the office clicked on and there wasn't any noise in there either. Frustrated and still a little freaked out, I slip back into bed. Just as P is about to rag on me for being paranoid and then flat out call me crazy...........

....Ruby gets up and stands at the door. I hear the noises again and I'm watching Ruby's head dart back and forth. In mid "oh sh-" I see this small black winged creature, fly circles around the ceiling fan, right over my bed. I HATE SMALL FLYING ANIMALS. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. They are sick and scary and they make me scream. I pulled the covers over my head and P practically punches me in the face trying to cover my head with blankets. P is trying to get me to reach over and turn on the light to make it stop flying but I'm WAY to freaked out to stick my hand out of the covers. He climbs over me and flicks on the light and that stupid, sick, disgusting, little freak-head is hiding behind my bedroom door. Light or no light, I'm not getting out of my safety blankets! So P kills the bat with a piece of the box fan (u can't use something flat and solid to hit 'em because of their ability to sense solid objects so something light with holes tends to work better).

After things have calmed down a bit, Ruby plops down on her pillow and we go back to watching Family Guy. I let Paul laugh for a few minutes and then at the end of the show, I squinted my eyes, smooshed my lips up to my nose, looked that man straight in the eye, and said "I TOLD you I'm not crazy."

He just looked at me, laughed, then told me I was a frady cat. Deeeerrrrrrrp!

Friday, February 09, 2007


you ever get that feeling that you need something......I mean, you're not really sure what it is yet but you need it? I have that feeling that I need something else in my life, like another class or a chair on a commitee somewhere or hell, I don't know, a new project of some kind. I need to do something other than the normal routine. I need change darn it. CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE.


Thursday, February 08, 2007

Is it a holiday today? Could it be possible that the business is closed today? It's a weekday right.....yea, it's Thursday. So how the hell is no one here yet?

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

The best thing about having my folks on vacation for four days is the coffee. The man is so used to drinking strong, bold coffee that he's actually becoming a coffee bean. Seriously, I just saw him try to boil himself, it was terrible. I used to love a half a cup of his coffee in the morning because it would kick me right into gear but now, just a sip of his coffee is like super-fast-straight-to-the-vein-crack-cut-from-the-most-potent-coke-in-Columbia coffee. The texture is even worse too; if it were any thicker and darker, it would BE mud. Mud!!

I should double up the filters or replace caf with decaf one day cause this my friend, is getting ridiculous.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Happy Groundhog Day blog!

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I forgot how good a bagel and cream cheese is in the morning. Mmmm. Cream cheesey bagel.

I want another one.

Damn you Tim Horton's.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I was working with a 3/4" x 100' sewer snake on sunday and I nearly tore my finger off after my glove got caught up in one of the grooves. My glove wrapped around my finger so tight, it created a crevasse-like channel along the base of my index finger which eventually puffed out to normal round again. It squeezed so hard that had the glove actually cut my skin, it probably would've sliced right to the bone.

Things I've learned from this experience:

A. Plumber's are wonderfully talented people
B. I love my fingers
C. I'm an idiot.

Friday, January 26, 2007

When we were young, we used to tag along on the roofer's canoe trips. The trip filled a whole weekend of biking and canoeing and all sorts of other fun stuff. The last time the roofers ever got together, we spent our weekend at this campground that eventually closed down because of the steep beach leading to the river. I guess it was a fall hazard that the State couldn't afford to keep anymore BUT kids we loved playing up and down the beach. We'd jump just to see how far we could was great. Anyhoo, so Dave was quickly bored with the beach so he decides he's going to chop wood instead. I know, isn't that a great idea?! So he grabs a small hatchet and starts chopping this stump. He chops and chops and it gets harder so he swings the hatchet down with all of his strengh. What failed to pop into his brain was that in order to swing that hatchet with all of his might, he needed to brace himself by putting his bare foot on the edge of the stump. Well he missed and nearly severed his pinky toe.

Meanwhile, my dad is drinking up a storm with all the guys. Suddenly he hears this scream and sees Dave's foot bleeding all over the place. He throws him in the car and heads to the nearest hospital. On the way, he gets pulled over by the cops and as he opens the door to get his paperwork, a pile of beer cans fall out. I'm not sure how he got out of that one but he did. My dad ended up getting Dave to the hospital and Dave ended up with a huge bright yellow cast over his foot.

I swear, and I say this is all the love in the world, my life will be forever entertained by the mishaps of my brother.
One day Dave decides to replace the brakes on his poor, beat-up truck. Poor guy comes over the following night to hang out for a second and there's a big bandage over his thumb. I'm like "bro - what did you do to yourself?!" Apparently a hammer was the wrong tool to use while you're changing your brakes. ..... best part, he took a picture of his smashed thumb on the way to the hospital and was showing people the cell phone photo. God I love Dave. ;-)
Yesterday my older brother and I were kinda laughing about the things my younger brother has lied about over the years. Basically he's a good kid but when he makes mistakes he attempts to come up with these "brilliant" stories of outrageous perils of which he was forced to overcome after very unique moments of distress and confusion .... and without creditable witness as always. Sound exciting?! Well, most of us find it utterly amusing when he describes his triumph over evil and his narrow escape from near .....blame.....but he is dead set on his stories and claims every part to be true as if they were written by the Man himself.

Once, about maybe four years ago or so, all of us decided to go up north for a nice weekend of biking and laying out in the sun. Dave claimed he had to work so he was left at home for the three days we were gone. No big deal right - he's 17-18 years old - he can take care of himself............ .......... ......

Fast forward to Sunday evening, as we're all returning from a splendid vacation by Lake Michigan, we see one of the five evergreen trees that line the back of my parents driveway, scorched from the roots to the tippy top limb. As the doors to the truck open, Dave comes rushing out of the garage, ready to spill his guts. This is what he says:
"Dad....Dad.....I was coming home on Saturday and there were firemen in the driveway putting out the tree. I asked them what happened and they told me that, well that it was on fire and someone called the fire department. I told them that I don't know what could've caused it and they said it could've been ... it could've been spontaneous combustion. Can you imagine if that happened when I was at home?! Good thing." (keep in mind that it was in fact a hot day, he wreaked of Marlboro Reds, and he'd just gotten rid of the few friends that were over)

I love my brother and his stories. Ah, he makes me laugh.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

I need help.

This is something that is coming straight from the heart. In fact, I hesitate to do this so much, my fingers are typing just a few strokes slower. ..... but I need to do this because I don't have anywhere else to go.

We got Ruby a week ago today and a small part of me is .... as hard as this is to say.....regretful. First of all, I want to learn how to take care of a dog and I want to give a part of myself up to give her a good home. At three, she's developed essentially no bad habits; she sleeps during the day, she goes to bed at night, she knows "sit" and "no", and she's happy just sitting next to you on the floor and chewing her bone. She may be the most perfect dog ever. ..... but I keep getting these feelings.

I'm constantly worried about her when she's at home but I know she's fine. I'm constantly worried about giving her enough attention when I'm at home on the weekends. Sometimes I feel trapped in the house and unable to do the things that I want to do because she seems so dependent on me. I need her to be a little more independent like a cat but not too much that she's unhappy. Don't get me wrong, most of the time she's my little buddy but it's come down to about a good hour-hour and a half daily that I think about this.

I don't know how to fix this. I don't want to end up resenting her because she's unhappy. I need help.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

"Master of the house
Keeper of the zoo
Ready to relieve 'em
Of a sou or two
Watering the wine
Making up the weight
Pickin' up their knick-knacks
When they can't see straight
Everybody loves a landlord
Everybody's bosom friend
I do whatever pleases
Jesus! Won't I bleed 'em in the end!"
-Les Miserables

Monday, January 08, 2007

Often times I find myself wondering if I would've enjoyed life had P & I moved out of state right after college. That is not to say that life is somehow unpleasant living here, because that is certainly not the case, I'm only speculating what my life would be like had I ever stretched my metaphorical wings. I like to think that where ever I ended up I would've had fun. I like to imagine that I would've had spent a couple of months in a ski-town then soon after, decided to apply for a job somewhere in the desert. I like to dream about having photo albums of Pdub holding the keys to our apartment in Colorado, riding on the bus in Arizona, and handing money to a juice stand employee on a beach somewhere in South Carolina, 20 minutes from our condo. It all sounds so wonderful.......Maybe someday.

Friday, January 05, 2007

I'm so glad this week is nearly over!

Thursday, January 04, 2007

I'm the next generation in this industry and I have absolutely no loyalties to the union. Now I don't mean to seem crass when it comes to the very thing that has aided this entire industry into becoming something of a professional trade but the prestige carried with working as a tradesman faded long before I got here. Today I'm left with a small group of people who join the union because it's easier to find work than putting an ad in the paper. Most of these guys don't care about customers or company interests and as it seems, neither do delegates and officials. In this day and age, one would make the logical conclusion that should the UAW ever break, the brief and succinct demise of the younger, weaker, and smaller unions will be inevitable BUT as the funds continue to shrink and more UAW jobs disappear, the more people start hiding behind this agnostic front. Well I say go ahead and cry "oh it's never going to happen to us" because I'm no longer going to lament over the shortcomings of this so called feat. Believe you me, if one day the union snapped out of this self-administered, drug induced coma they seem to be in right now, I'd back them 100% but as long as they continue to stew in their own denial, I'm on my own. I cannot afford to dedicate my time helping a local that flat out refuses to back me in manufacturing a ruckus over a pro-union city job I 'lost' to a non-union contractor. This job required a labor usage agreement that was copasetic to surrounding unions .................. people ....... how can you sign the agreement and completely ignore that the contractor you're entering in contract with ...... IS A SCAB?!

Sorry guys but I will no longer be steadfast in backing union interests. The world is changing my friends............and I have to eat.