It's about fuggin' TIME

Ok after having yet another meltdown yesterday about not having a real job, I finally got a call this morning for a job that will be starting on Monday. WHEW. I was really starting to get upset that it was taking so long. Pete reminded me I've only been here 7 weeks so far...but it seems much longer to me than that. I can now tell the crappy retail job I've been doing to bite my butt. I can't be on my feet all day long anymore either, my feet have really been hurting since I started working there. Now I'll be doing more admin. stuff like I'm used to, sitting on my carcass all day long and getting paid more for it too. Hale-bloody-luyah.

Despite the crappy retail job I've been doing for a month so far, I managed to get a lot of my Christmas shopping done already. I have a few things left to get, but now I'll have a real job with real money to take care of it. I like to finish everything BEFORE Thanksgiving if at all possible, because I avoid the malls like the plague during the holiday season.

I looked out the window this morning, and it's SNOWING. Egad....snow already?! Well it's technically a mix of snow and rain...a little hail thrown in too. Fun. I'll bet it's still nice and warm and sunny in Virginia. SIGH. I spend every day living a dual life, you know, thinking about my life in Virginia and what my friends are doing and people I once worked with, etc....it's an odd feeling. I mean, I think of myself sitting in that office there, doing my work around those people, and sometimes I miss it. I still roam the halls of the Holocaust Museum in my dreams a lot too. I miss that place more than any other workplace ever in my whole life. I loved that job.

My friend who still works there invited me to the Holiday Party again, but I didn't exactly have a very thrilling time of it last year so I'm not so sure I want to go through that again. We'll see. I do like to see the Survivors...one more has passed away recently, which makes me very sad...and I just learned that one of my favorite Survivors, Flora Singer, is not doing very well. She had a stroke a little over a year ago and hasn't been recovering very well at all, getting worse as the days pass. She used to be so bubbly and smiley and happy, cheerful and fun to be around...I feel so badly for her...I loved her very much. Still do.

I think about Peter a lot too, and probably always will. I think of him sitting in his new fancy windowed office, going to lunch at places I used to meet him at every week...wondering whom he goes to lunch with now that I am no longer there....I had a bit of a talk with Pete about him the other night, again, and he said that if I had stayed in DC, with all the problems he's been going through lately, he probably would have clung to me more and more, until he got caught by his wife. Moving here, Pete said, may have saved his marriage in the long run, and for that I should feel grateful to the cosmos. Why then do I miss him so much? I really do. I can't help it. I don't know if I agree with Pete's theory, I mean he's had problems happen while being with me, and typically I end up sitting on the sidelines waiting for him to come back after a long absence. So I don't know that he would "cling" to me really. But it's something to think about.

Oh, before I forget....go to www.voteforchange.com and find out where the hell you have to go to vote soon. And you'd better vote dammit, or the wrath of Sassy Girl will be upon you. I am registered and ready to roll here in PA now, so I'm good to go.

I've managed to create a costume for Halloween. Pete found a funny one for himself at a local Halloween store, it's just a nylon "magnet," that sits around his neck, we have to stuff it with newspapers or something, and on the end of it are little yellow baby chicks...hehehehe....so he'll be a chick magnet....and I figured I should go as a baby chick!! You'd THINK that would be an easy costume to come up with, but noooooo, I've been going around to all the costume stores looking for stuff, but all I could find were rubber chickens, boa's of every color EXCEPT yellow, and little else.

So, I kicked into creative mode. I went to a thrift store, found a light yellow jacket with hood, glued white boa's around the hood and on the arms, sprayed them yellow with colored hair spray, then I found a pair of cartoon hands...the big white hands with 4 fingers.... and I put them on my feet...they look like chicken feet...so I sprayed them orange...and I got some yellow and some orange fuzzy fabric at the fabric store, to make orange stockings, which are glued to the orange "feet," and slide on like socks....then I cut out a "tank-dress" out of the yellow material and used something called "Stitch Witchery," which is awesome stuff...if you can't sew worth a damn and don't have a sewing machine (like me), this stuff is like hot glue that you fuse with an iron. I fused the two panels of fabric together, making a dress, then glued more boa's around the neckline and the bottom of the dress. Then I found a chicken hat for a dog...and I glued that to a yellow visor hat, to wear under my coat hood. So I can take the coat off, and still have the yellow dress with feathers, the feet on, and the chicken hat on....hehehehe....I'm too dang creative sometimes, ya know? Oh, and I made a "beak" out of orange scrapbook paper, the thicker kind, and got some elastic for it. Then I have a yellow mask for my eyes. hehehehe It looks friggin' hilarious. I'll take some pictures of it soon for the blog. But, it's quite funny if you ask me.

Anyway, so that party is Friday night at the dungeon, which will be fun...and then I have to start my new job next week, and then in a few weeks, Pete's mom will be coming to stay with us for Thanksgiving. My friend Barbara might also be coming to visit, and my other friend Nikki said she would be here for Thanksgiving too, so it should be a busy but enjoyable time.

Yesterday Pete and I went outside to his car to get something out of it, in the morning, as he was leaving for work, only to find about 8 different people in black jackets with FBI written on them, surrounding the house next door....they asked us if we had seen this chick, and showed us a black and white drawing of her face....they said she drove a small red car....and hey what do you know, the landlord of OUR house, who lives there, drives a little red car. Hmmmm. Interesting. I don't know what the hell was going on, but I'd never seen that chick before. I told Pete this place is like ghetto-hell, and we have to move away ASAP. This neighborhood was probably once very nice to live in, but it's really gone down the shithole if you ask me. If it weren't for the elementary school across the street, this whole place would be white trash central. I'm not impressed in the least. I want a house somewhere away from all these assholes, with a yard for my dog, in a safe and quiet neighborhood. The trouble with Pittsburgh is that you get to choose from a house with a very old and outdated kitchen, OR, a yard that is sloped on a hill, OR no yard at all. SIGH. We haven't officially started looking for a house yet, but Pete says we'll get one together soon. We'll see. He also told me we wouldn't get engaged until we both lost 50 pounds...which of course, royally rubbed me the wrong way. I'm too fat apparently for him to get me a stupid ring. Well I won't ask for one, that's for sure. I'm not going to sit around wanting something I can't have, just because of my fat ass.

Anyway, that's the scoop from my world of poop.

Love, Sassy Girl