Tuesday, February 28, 2006

rant rant rant

Today I read an interesting thing on Dooce, as she was responding to a woman who has a national campaign delivering the message that it's a waste for an educated woman to stay home with her children.


It's a waste to want to raise your own children and use your education to augment that? It's a waste because there's one less body in the workforce? It's a waste to care so much about your kids that you don't want to entrust them to a nanny or daycare?

Or is she just trying to deliver the message that we, as educated women, need simply to marry an uneducated man so that *he* can stay home and watch the kids?

When did caring so much for your offspring that you want to help teach them and expose them to new things become degrading? And somehow the pursuit of a career become more important? Those kid things, who the hell cares about them! I've got money to make!!

Here's my thought: On my deathbed, I am certainly not going to wish that I'd spent more time at the office. My last thought won't be "Damn, I wish I'd released that IPO and taken my company public!" And it certainly won't be, "I wish I'd made more money." I will hope that my family is there, and I will wish I had gotten to spend more time with them.

I wish people could see that money, while necessary to a point, doesn't cure life's ills. It doesn't make you happy. I know that there are many, many women for whom staying home is not an option because of bills and such. This rant is not directed toward them in any way.

My father was very successful in his career, and he's told me many times that his biggest accomplishments at work paled in comparison to spending time with his children and hearing them tell him that they love him. My father and mother were both very loving to me, and as a result, I feel like it's easy for me to show love to my spouse.

Anyhow, I could go on and on and on about all of this, but to sum up: I think that woman is ridiculous for trying to tell me and countless other intelligent, educated women what we should want and what we shouldn't- it's pretty obvious that no one is forcing us to want these things.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

I forgot how much I missed Southern Utah.

What a good vacation.

Brother 2 is easily my favorite brother... he likes everything we do, has a similar sense of humor, and thinks the many foibles of the other family members are ridiculous as well.

One can't ask much more than good fun with good company. Oh, and a week filled half with snowboarding and half with canyoneering.

Thursday, February 23, 2006


Sorry for falling off the face of the earth for the past few days... what I was really doing was having a fun-filled, all-inclusive week at a ski resort with Husband and Brother 2. Needless to say, much fun was had.

Cheechako- yes yes YES we will join you when you come out, if only for a couple days- if you'd like, we can even go skiing. I'll save you some comp lift tickets.

Sunday, February 19, 2006


Sorry Olympics, but curling is NOT a sport.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Mine Vacation!!

Today was good.

I got two $200 purses, but at a (real) cost to me of about $60. I love free and mostly-free things. (Besides, no matter what anyone says, accessories are great.)

Also, Brother 2 is coming to town tomorrow!!! For a snowboarding vacation!!!! And Husband and I have the whole week off!!! Hot damn, do I need a break from work. (By the by, it snowed today. KICK ASS.)

The best part about all of this is that Brother 2 is coming basically to see Husband and me and not the rest of the family, as they will all sit around and talk about either religion or gambling, and Husband and I will actually go out and do fun things.

Also fun is that, because of DreamJob, I'm basically in a position to give him free things. Specifically over $1000 of free things. And since Brother 2 rocks, this makes me happy. AND when Brother 4 and his stupid wife come into town to see Brother 2, they won't accompany us when we go snowboarding because I will not give them free things. They've already had their free things, they've come to expect free things, and I will pony up free things for them no longer. They're so fucking cheap I can't stand it. Besides, I will not go boarding with Wife 4 since she will not go down black diamonds, which are where we prefer to be.

So yes. I will have to spend one night with the entire extended fam. But after that it's a week of snowboarding, eating, canyoneering, and fun. Topped off with an end of the week visit from Mine Nephew, the sweetest little boy who constantly substitutes "mine" for "my".

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Idiots abound!

The vast majority of people in Utah don't know how to drive.

Example: Yesterday's snowstorm resulted in over 500 accidents. The roads were like a big ice skating rink, yet we have quite a few asshats who insist on riding the ass of the person in front of them and then braking hard.


(sidenote: I am especially bitter because I barely avoided four different sliding cars driven by fuck-tards on my way home last night... thank heavens for 4-wheel drive.)

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Class Action at my house!! There *will* be snacks, but BYOB.

Ah, the joys of driving home post-snowstorm. The actual accidents-witnessed report is down from usual, but the very-close-calls-witnessed report is way up! A head-on in the canyon, but no one upside-down, in the river, or both (this time).... caused by a retard trying to pass, of course.

My favorite you-get-what-you-deserve-for-driving-like-an-ass,-you-ass story is the ass that tried to pass on a windy canyon two-lane road covered in snow because he felt like he could do a much better job of driving than the person in front. He passed, slid, rolled, and rolled some more, right into the river. Landing upside-down, of course. Oops.

But that was a couple months ago.

I never cease to be amused by people in little pissy cars that try to drive way faster than conditions allow... especially when they try to stop. Or when they try to tailgate me. The canyon roads are so heavily gravelled that all I have to do is go a little to the side, and !! They get a hail of gravel flipped right up onto their windshield. They back off real fast... never fails!

Anyhow, to UDOT, you bunch of fucking tools... maybe when you know there's a big storm coming you should go out and salt the roads. You know, to prevent accidents *before* they happen. Just a thought. Oh, and another thought- while you're gravelling the canyon, why don't you go out and gravel the rest of town. You know, while you're at it. So that it won't turn into the skating rink it ALWAYS DOES.

I've often wondered if people who get in a crash in town contemplating suing UDOT for negligence. I'm pretty sure they couldn't get the whole "willful and wanton" thing to stick in court though.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006


Remember the blatantly dishonest coworker? He randomly got fired on Sunday. Out of nowhere! It was very strange.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Love at first crunch.

I have found a new love. Its name is Vegetable Pakora from Bombay House.

The downside of eating at Bombay House is now my entire body smells like curry. Yummy to eat, not yummy to smell.

Also, while being served by huge Sikhs with big red turbans, I wondered if, for dessert, they were going to feed me monkey brains and then rip out my heart and throw me into a firey pit.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Open Letter

Attention DreamJob Boss:

When an employee of yours has just worked her ass off to help you during one of the busiest times of year, when she worked more hours during that time than you did, when she just spent the entire last week AT WORK so that you could stay home on vacation with your family, when she's doing the same thing THIS WEEK....

Maybe you shouldn't screw her over when her family is coming into town. Maybe you shouldn't promiser her time off and then not give it to her and then leave it for her to fix. Maybe you shouldn't give her some bullshit about not being able to pay anyone overtime who wants to cover for her since you just paid her to work a full fucking week in a row. Maybe you shouldn't laugh in her face when she's asking you questions, attempting to understand. MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T TELL HER THAT YOU VALUE HER BUT YOU DON'T OWE HER ANY FAVORS AND THAT SHE'S SIMPLY HERE TO WORK.

Because maybe, just maybe.... she'll think twice before doing you any more favors.

Maybe if this sort of shit keeps up, she won't stick around for very much longer.

I have a DreamJob. I certainly do not have a DreamBoss.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

I tried, but the tirade just came.

So Brother 4 and (maybe) his wife are staying this weekend.... blah.

You know, dealing with in-laws is much more complex than I'd imagined when I was single... I imagined that I would marry into a family like mine but more normal? Instead I married the most incredible man in the world, whose family was just about as opposite from mine as possible.

I wonder if this is what it's like to be a politician. DreamJob utilizes many of the same skills as dealing with the in-laws... conversing with people with whom you have absolutely nothing in common... trying to solve problems without telling people flat out that they're being fucking retarded... watching helplessly as co-workers (or co-family members) do things that are really going to screw up their lives (or the lives of their children) but being completely unable to say anything... trying not to let everyone know who your favorites are (and aren't).


-I have an absolutely BRILLIANT niece but am forced to give her the same amount of attention/affection/presents because my other piece-of-shit-whiny-junior-whore niece would be very vocal about it if she noticed.

-The children of Brother 1 are *excessively* small for their age... the parents have recently started lamenting this, and each time I have to choke back the exclamation, "IT IS BECAUSE YOU FEED THEM NOTHING BUT CHIPS AND SODA, YOU DUMB FUCKS!!! IT IS BECAUSE THE ONLY PHYSICAL ACTIVITY THEY GET IS A HAND WORKOUT FROM PLAYING FUCKING VIDEO GAMES ALL FUCKING DAY LONG!!! FUCK!!!!" (that last fuck there was just for good measure)

-When my father-in-law starts bitching about his current situation (which, thankfully, he seems to be refraining from lately), I want to tell him to grow some balls and stop blaming his own situation on others and just own the damn thing. I want to tell him about my dying father who is twenty years younger than him... who is one of the best men ever, who sacrificed his own wants and pursuits to take care of his children and his dying wife. I want to tell him that he has his health and that even if he died today, he still will outlive my father, who doesn't have even twenty years left. How he has scores of grandchildren while my parents will probably never meet my children.

I guess I'm just extra twitchy at the thought of Wife 4 coming to stay. I'm afraid when she starts in on her ultra-Mormonism that I won't be able to hold back any longer, that I'll unleash a nasty, ugly tirade on her and make things all horrible for a very long time.

When I was in high school, I was a very unpleasant person. I am frankly shocked that I had any friends during that time, and that any of them still speak to me. (Thank you, Abby, for giving me more chances than I can count.) I am no longer that person, but a little remnant of her is still there, lurking in my soul. Every once in a while, she wants to rear her angry head.

It scares me.