Things Are Changing
Yep, things are definitely changing. Not sure if it's good or not, but I think it has potential.

So what's changing? The big thing - my job. It looks like it's solid enough that I feel I can actually talk about it. That's right, it's CHANGING. I've finished some interviews at two different fairly major places. So I should get my offer(s) tomorrow. I'll let you know after I make my decision. It should be a good bump in pay, and I'll actually have WORK to do. Which I prefer. Maybe a little more work than I should, but hey. I'm okay with that.

So that means I'll be able to actually get my Honda! Soon, soon. Probably end up purchasing right around the time of my birthday (hint, hint... last day of September). So that might work out nicely.

Speaking of pay raises - my side business is growing steadily. I'm at the point now where I'm making a solid profit every day. I'll just say this - if it stays where it's at or grows, it'll be enough to cover the new car AND insurance... by itself. Without needing the new job's income. I've worked my butt off to get this far, so it wasn't easy, but I guess hard work does pay off.

And my sister has MOVED. She's living in Ashburn, VA now. She managed to get a job fast. She only got there this last weekend, and she started a new job today. She didn't even have anything lined up when she got there. I guess she just worked hard to get it rolling. It's her first time to be away from home, so it'll definitely be interesting. I may end up visiting her in a week, depending on where I end up getting hired.

And kung fu is changing! Prices are rising, the classes are different. Now we have two classes every day - beginner and intermediate/advanced. I teach a little of each. And Sifu's having us focus on teaching more self-defense, as how movements from the forms can be used in various methods. It looks like I'll be getting back in better shape. That's a good thing. Because...

I'm getting fat! That's right, I'm starting to pack on my pizza and Pepsi pounds. I think. Probably not, but perhaps it's because I haven't been going crazy kung fu working out as much as I was before. And my six pack isn't as blatantly obvious. I actually have to flex now for it to be easily visible. Bleah. I still haven't broken 140, but it's pushing it. I might have to give up more Pepsi. I don't WANT to, but it'd be the right thing to do.

Yes, and I'm sure a few of you were groaning to that last paragraph. I know it's because of the deep sympathy you have for me. Or maybe you're secretly happy. Who knows. YOU do, of course. But me? I do not. I know not what people's opinions are of my fatness. Unless they tell me.

And my friends are changing! Well, a few of them are. How? By getting ENGAGED. Mostly women I know. It's freaking me out. A friend I know through Brandon is now engaged. My friend Courtney is now engaged. And my ex, Becca (of all people) is also engaged. Everyone's getting married! Except for me. (This is where you say, "Aww....") I think it may be in my destiny to not be married until my mid-thirties. That's how it was with my parents. My dad didn't get married until he was 35. That's okay, though, because my mom was 27! (If my math is right.) And I'll go ahead and say it - my dad was a big nerd, and my mom was a hottie. So there's hope for me yet.

Okay, time for a joke. I found this a while back, and it's got some vulgarity, but I think it helps the punchline better to leave it in. Thou hast been warned.
A woman's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. One day, he motioned for her to come nearer.

She sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, "You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times.

When I got fired, you were there to support me.

When my business failed, you were there.

When I got shot, you were by my side.

When we lost the house, you stayed right here.

When my health started failing, you were still by my side...You know what?"

"What dear?" she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.

"I think you're bad luck, get the fuck away from me."

Hee hee! Yes, FUNNY STUFF. I like funny stuff. So here's another bit of funny stuff.


Oh yeah, baby! I like nuns. I'm related to a few. Did you know that? Yes, that's right. Actually, all of my aunts (not aunts-in-law, of course) are nuns. How is it that a family with Aztec blood can end up producing a Mother Superior? Who knows. It's all part of life's great mystery.

What other changes? Oh yes - the choir. I'm leaving Newman. I think I've mentioned it already, but there it is. I'm actually going to be leading a young adult choir over at the Madalene now. I have a key to the church and everything. I feel special! Hopefully I can lead them all right, but I think it'll be okay. Speaking of which, I led the music on TEC this last weekend. I think it turned out well - a lot of people were there, and I actually think everyone that went got something out of it this time. It was good stuff. And I think people thought the music turned out okay, too.

Okay, those are my changes. At least the ones I can think of. Oh! And I also went out and got Dead Rising. Zombie madness! It's actually a pretty good game. Very reminiscent of Dawn of the Dead. LOTS of zombies. Everywhere. So far, I've had interesting experiences smacking a few zombies with a big screen plasma TV, ricocheting a soccer ball off of several after a well-placed hit, jamming a zombie's (detached) hand into another zombie's face (where it stuck), and mowing the lawn with a very large lawn mower. A lawn full of ZOMBIES. It's pretty fun!

Hmm. I think I'm in a good mood, somehow. My blog always seems to lose cohesion and get sillier when I'm in a good mood. Maybe that's a good thing. Oh, and hey, my blog has broken the 5000 visitor mark! Woo! Now time for RANDOM LINK. This is an older one I don't think I ever linked to. Since I was talking about churchy stuff (TEC and choir), I think it's relevant. That, and I played with them when I was a kid, so... play with this, kids!
- posted by Pootenheimer @ 11:44 PM | 2 comments