I just took this "fun" little test called "What's Your Vibe?" through:

http://web.tickle.com/tests/

Here's my results:

On Saturday afternoon, Leo, Caron and I went to a nearby diner for lunch. Leo built a small pyramid of 10 creamers, a large rectangular syrup container and a small rectangular jelly container. He was so proud of his architectural achievement that he took a picture of it with his camera phone. I didn't mind...it kept him occupied. It was either that or let him eat sugar straight out of the sugar packets.

We had our fourth soccer game yesterday morning. Leo showed up and helped Joe and I coach during the game. It was so helpful having Leo there, even though we lost again (5-1). Hey, at least our team scored one goal. That's better than nothing. And the kids are getting so much better with their skills. I'm so proud of them.

I spent WAY too much time talking with my mother today. She tried to talk me into putting forth too much effort toward getting rich. Now I'm sure that every parent wants their child to be financially secure, but she wants me to do something that SHE actually would like to do...yet she doesn't want to expend HER energy and HER time to do it. She's retired, for Pete's sake, why doesn't she just use her own free time to work at this scheme in her own sweet time? Because she'd rather that I do the work.

I told her, "No game, it's not gonna' happen." And then I explained at length why it would be a really stupid idea for me to even begin the process. No freakin' way am I going to spend any of my precious free time chasing after a few extra bucks without some direct guarantee of a ROI. No freakin' way, dude.

So the computer goes "bong!" and Caron goes "fuck you!" This has been happening, repeatedly, for nearly ten minutes now. I haven't said anything, because if I do, I may be on the receiving end of one of those "fuck you!"'s. "Bong!" "Fuck you!" "Bong!" "Fuck you!" It's all good.

I have been talking like the Incredible Hulk for a few moments because of the desk chair. It is naughty. Very naughty. It keeps getting caught on the innocent little chair mat and then it won't roll close enough to the desk for my liking. And I get pissy. So I was manhandling the chair and making unhappy sounds and Caron says, "Are we having a problem?"

See there? His computer bongs and he curses and I know better than to say anything. But when I start strangling the desk chair and making hog wart-like noises to express my displeasure, well then...we must comment, it seems.

So I say, "CHAIR NAUGHTY!!" in my best booming, Hulk-like voice (small pause in conversation and then) "HULK SMASH!!" (another small pause and then we both crack up).

Of course, at that point, I must go visit the Hulk's Diary That Is On The Internet (http://incrediblehulk.blogspot.com/).  On October 5th, Hulk decides that there must be some green political states.  I disagree.  I feel that the republican states should be a navy power-suit blue and the democrat states should be a liberal paisley-mixed color.  Then Caron decided that the gay states should be rainbow-filled, and I say that the red-neck states should all be filled with the Down-Home Dixie flag.

Oh yeah, and today was my last day at my old job. I'm sad to leave my work husband (Mark). Boy, if he wasn't married and I wasn't married (okay, so I'm not all legal-like married, but it looks like that from the outside and from my inside, too), I'd fuck him in a heartbeat. Yessir, it's true confessions time.

Actually, I really, really, really, really, really, etc. enjoy Caron's body and the way that it makes me feel. Not to mention all the other good stuff about him, too. So I guess that my little fantasy about Mark is just that...fantasy fodder.

I've put my courtesy "two-week" notice in at both of my jobs (yes, folks, I was working two different jobs). Tomorrow night is the LAST TIME that I work my night job!! In the two and a half years that I've worked that second job, this will be the first time that I'm looking forward to going there. Wednesday will be the last time that I officially work for my day job. I'd like to take that entire day off, but I've got loose ends to tie up before I can leave. I wouldn't feel right about just tanking them that day. However, I will leave early that day.

I start my new job on Thursday. I've been nothing but a ball of wriggly squishy nerves since the day I accepted my new job. I've been alternately happy, depressed, excited, worried, angry, anxious, scared, confident, and satisfied. My menstrual cycle has never done such a number on me than this new job has over the last week and a half. (Yes, I know that you're thrilled to know that. You're welcome.)

I know that my mental state will not calm down until I start the new job and get into a routine. At this point, so many things are up in the air. I'm not sure how I'll get to work every day (city bus? my car? free shuttle?). I'm not really certain of the dress code (suits everyday? occasional chinos? skirts more than once a week?). I don't know exactly what I'll be working on (no guesses here). I don't know with whom, or where, I'll be having lunch every day (office buddies, as yet unknown? little diners/cafes? hot dog wagon? previous office buddies who travel downtown to lunch with me?).

To top off all this silliness, my 20th high school reunion is coming up on Saturday. That opens up a whole host of other concerns that aren't related, or are indirect opposition with, the new job issues. Sheesh. Caron has already had to give me one pep talk to help me keep myself grounded. He said something interesting: "This is the first time in your life that you're going through a major change in your life when the major change is a good change. In the past, you've always had to adjust to major changes that are bad, and you know how to do that well. Your brain is reacting this way (anxiety, depression, worried) because it only knows one way to deal with major changes." I think he has a point there.