11.27.2007

home


We drove out to Arizona for dinner on Thursday.


Although short, it was one of the best trips I've had lately. (Not saying much, since most of my trips this year have been funerals or business.)


But, it really made me remember how it feels to be surrounded by people who care. To be hugged incessantly. For the first time I realized... Arizona is as much my home as Utah or California. And Mark's family is as much my family as the one I was born into. I'm a McCowen. Don't panic, biological family, I haven't revoked my charter-membership to your particular brand of crazy. I'm just expanding my definition to include some very normal mid-Western folks with great genes. (My kids will be tall, leggy blondes.)


A major highlight was getting to spend a few hours holiday shopping, eating turkey leftovers and wrapping presents with Evan. In particular, I find it hard not to live close to the LB.

11.21.2007

radical

I recently took an inventory of what I wish the world was like. No one will argue that it seems like society has taken a turn of some kind. Bad? We are haunted by romantic histories of quintessentially genteel, slower ane more human pasts. And now we rush about ignoring each other to the point of isolation under artificial lights and get our sense of community at a shopping mall.

I expected my inventory to be about family... since I have always been clear on knowing at least that much about what's important. And maybe in a way, it did. The common theme that I noticed was that I believe in human goodness. Not necessarily at an individual level, but as a group, on the broader scale. This surprised me a lot, because I deeply care for particularly few individuals.

I just read this BBC Article about 6 month old babies preferring puppets who are socially kind. I think this might punctuate my point. We prefer to be helpful, loving, and kind. We may not be good at it, but that's what we prefer. And that's how we see ourselves, generally: as "nice."

I'm usually pretty annoyed by the government, so I was also surprised at how much credit I give to the government as an institution that has lost it's way. I still think there is hope... but much to change in order to keep that hope.

Most of all, I really care about social equality and social responsibility. I think in our "American Dream," we get caught up in serving ourselves We forget that in terms of making a better world, getting ahead of each other may not be as easy or advantageous as creating a just and equitable world for everyone. The masses have much more power to facilitate massive economic reform than one person with a home-business... and creater wealth and stability for everyone is better than 2% of the U.S. population owning over 50% of the world's wealth. Interestingly, Bill Gates owns more than twice what Saudi Arabia does.

I guess believing in people, freedom, and equality makes me a radical. Dude.

11.18.2007

weekender

On Friday night, we saw the play, "The Chicago Conspiracy."

Almost all of the actors in the play have been in tv and movies. The performance was really amazing.

I scrapped to recharge my batteries, but that backfires when I scrap until 5 a.m. I still need new batteries, but my heart is scrapalicious.

I am now reading "Good in Bed" by Jennifer Weiner, a story about a Larger Woman coming to terms with her size. I read while I work out and enjoy the irony.

I am really starting to live for my weekends. For the first time in my mature adult life, (as recent blog posts attest) we are doing stuff on the weekend. Going places, events, fine eateries. It suits us to stay home, but as long as we're here in this Entertainment City, it seems necessary to "take advantage of it while we can." Because unless the housing market falls 300%, we will never be able to buy a home here... and will eventually leave.

Note: you know you are growing passive when a $200,000 studio condo sounds like a bargain you might consider.

11.14.2007

bueno

I am trying to go to the gym six days a week to make up for exam slack. I'm on day five. If I do it often enough, I actually get addicted... and I have to remind myself to go home and do other things. (I never would have guessed this about myself in former lifetimes.)

I am just finished reading "The Birth House" by Ami McKay and am still reading "Profit Over People" by Noam Chomsky. Both great.

And thinking a lot about the way society has changed.

11.08.2007

sigh

I just took my exam yesterday. Ahh - the sweet feeling of nothing hanging over my head. So, here's how it goes. I have to wait two months to find out by what margin I did not pass, so that I know how hard I have to study for the next attempt (and let me just go on and guess ahead of time - a boat load.) Everyone I talked to (who thought they were prepared) agreed that this particular form was a beast - and no one thinks they will move up to the next topic. (In a way, this is good news, because it means a lower pass curve... but even though that's what they are for, I'm not getting my hopes all wiggly.)

My work gave me half-days for the prior six weeks and a week off leading up to exam day to prepare. It felt wierd to stay until quitting time today... my first full day of work in a long time.

I have some big plans... the much missed free time kind - like cooking real meals, with (gasp) ingredients other than a drive through... and going to the gym to cycle off the synthetic polymer ones I've been eating lately.

And Crafts-mas is coming, so I'm going to get my glitter on... I'm going to make paper lanterns shaped like stars to put over my Christmas lights on my tree, so Martha of me.

Oh, and reading... books, with actual plots.

Oh, and movies - in one sitting... without feeling guilty. Maybe a guitar lesson or two.

I'm like a kid in a candy store. Oh, good Idea! I can make holiday candies. Mmmm.

11.03.2007

wiggy

I know I should get over myself, someday. But every time I look in the mirror since I cut my fringe, I don't recognize me. And that's like not seeing your own reflection and being sure you're a vampire.


I think someone transplanted my thinker into this (old) lady's body with the costume wig.

As as aside, I love mail order catalogs, crafts, coffee and christmas. Who doesn't?

10.31.2007

eye candy

Some artists who inspire me:
My creation

10.30.2007

she-bang


I put a bang on. This wasn't really spontaneous... I've been watching the season on DVD of "Ghost Whisperer" and Jennifer Love-Hewitts' bangs are so cute. (Oh, what happened to the no-TV thing? Yah, that was just plain crazy.) If I put my hair up in a pony, though, I sort of look like Evan, circa 1991. (No offense, bro.) Now, if they stay laying straight and don't go wonky... perhaps I won't regret this.
Note: It is really hard not to floof it 80's-style into a rat-stack. Wait, perfect halloween costume - and thank-you kids for bringing back emo, so I can find leggings and cowl-neck blouses in stripes and bold electric colors.

10.28.2007

My current accomplishments:

I graduated from Upward Bound with Honors three years in a row
I wrote my high school graduating class' theme song and performed it at graduation.
I have written a number of songs
I taught myself guitar and piano
I graduated Cum. Sum Laude with a degree in Mathematics
I made the dean's list and George W. Bush's Academic Achievers list.
I passed my first actuary exam and am studying for my second
I learned to Rock climb and Skateboard as an adult
We have traveled to eleven countries


My future accomplishments:
I passed a certification level of actuary exams (ASA, FSA)
I have published something (short story, cook book, children's book, etc.)
I have my scrapbooking featured in a magazine
I have cut a CD of my original compositions and you can buy it off the internet
I can think of 20 people that would come if I invited them to something
I own my own home
I design and sew clothing for myself, Mark, and our kids that can be worn with pride out of the house
I am an advanced guitar player and can improvise along with CDs and other musicians
I am known to be thoughtful and considerate
I compete and am good at a sport

10.26.2007

blonde redhead




We went to see this band play last night at the Wiltern Theatre. Great venue, awesome show. I highly recommend the latest CD.
We've been doing more stuff like this lately and it has been nice to feel like we are taking advantage of the hip stuff that goes on here.

10.23.2007

fire

For anyone who is worried, we are not close enough to the wild fires burning here to be in any danger. The effect of the fires on us, personally, has been indirect. Mark has been working a lot of hours because someone at his work's house is in the path of the fire and she has been evacuated to somewhere and can't really come to work. Traffic is bad from people movement, and my office in Simi Valley is sandwiched between two fires: It isn't in any danger, but the smoke is said to be pretty ugly (I will be there tomorrow to find out for myself.)


Update: 10/24/2007 - I went up to Simi Valley today and those fires are pretty much not burning any more. The San Diego fires are still going... but Malibu is (I think) done, and the Northern ones are all out. Some people were coughing a little extra at work today, but not much.

10.20.2007

oats

I have always loved oatmeal, but hated making it. I found out that, with those packets, you can just add boiling water and wait a couple of minutes. I think the flavory good ones are bad for you, so I got regular and made little packets of flavor of my own, with dried apple, almonds, cinnamon, etc...

Now I eat oatmeal every day and have cut my overall daily calories by 200. MMmm, now that's good.

10.17.2007

counts

Mark introduced me to a website that tracks coalition casualties in Iraq.

I thought it was sort of interesting because we are watching the Ken Burns documentary on World War II (The War) in which families read the paper to see if there is any news of their loved ones and don't find out until they get a telegram. I don't know if it would be worse having a website you can incessantly check or not.

However, the site does have statistical trends, average deaths per day, and a drill down to exactly who, how and where. I noticed that 15% of the deaths since day 1 have been from friendly fire... and why do I not remember hearing about a huge 43 ff deaths in a week back in Jan 2005. (Compared to one or two other weeks.) What happened? I also noticed that the weekly average is climbing very slowing but steadily (by one more person for every six months we've been there.) I just thought of a nice math question. An increasing sequence - what will the estimated cost be in three years (total losses). I'll tell you tomorrow. It's too late for more math today. It felt honest and sobering to check it out. I recommend you do the same. And don't just take a quick look. Click on stuff. Explore. Caring about the troops matters. It's not just a bumper sticker.

(hey, not everything on my blog has to be light and silly.)

note to self

It is extremely hard to draw with a mouse. My self-portrait is lopsided, cross-eyed, and fashion unconscious. Is it just me, or is "unconscious" unnecessarily difficult to spell. From here on, I decree that it should be spelled "unconchus." Join me in the rebellion.

8th Grade

Brittany recently sent me this photo and I love it. It looks like it could have been taken in 1967. My wonderful rent-a-child. How I wish it was rent-to-own.

10.16.2007

rilo kiley

We went to see these guys play last night for Mark's happy 30th.

These pictures are thanks to his bday present - a slim little pocket-worthy digital camera.

What a strange word: Pocket. A pocket, a locket, and a stinky Davey Crockett.


rilo kiley 2

rilo kiley 1

10.14.2007

scoop

As you might have noticed, I haven't been writing much for the past month or so. I work on the computer all day, and when I get home, I read the blogs I love, but I have been giving my wrists a break.

To fill in the gaps on some of the missing moments, I might be repeating myself a little to give the details.

My wonderful Aunt Velora passed away on Sept 12. I flew to Utah last minute to attend her funeral. It was a great service and really tough for me to lose her. We were good friends.



A few days after I got back, we had tickets to see AIR in concert. (I recommend checking out the video of them on Mark's blog.) It was the first concert we ever went to together and my first since 1997. It was a really cool experience.

Ryan was in LA the next day and we hung out and went to the beach for part of the day. It was dad's day, so I had a rootbeer float for him.

The following weekend, I went to Boston on business.


It was a pretty city and I got to take a "Duck Tour" in a WWII amphibious tank. We drove the historical sites in the city, and then drove right into the Charles River and boated the historical sites from that view. I learned a lot at the conference about catastrophe modeling and gave a presentation to my work group on it this last week. (Which went pretty well.)

A few days after I got back, Jennifer and Stephanie came out to visit. We took Stephanie to Universal Studios Horror Nights for about 10 minutes. It was so scary that we had to leave. (I think Stephanie will not forgive us for a long time.) They had really good actors in really good makeup with chainsaws and lopped off body parts, some of whome come up and try to lick your face. I want to go back.

Well, we did go back, just not during Horror Nights. We went back during the day for the regular Universal Studios experience. (I had no idea they had such good rides.) We went on Mummy and Jurrassic Park over and over and over (and over...) and we had two day passes, so they were able to go back to the park (I had to work)... but I would have enjoyed "...one more time" on Mummy. There were virtually no lines the day I went. They were in town for nearly a week and we had so much fun that it was hard to see them go. More sand Castles.

This weekend, Mark and I took a road trip to Long Beach. We also went through Compton as though it was a drive-through safari. We wanted to see gang-bangers selling drugs and other dangerous things. It was disappointing, because it just looked like many other LA neighborhoods. No bullet holes or anything. Lots of rims and tires.

Anyway, tomorrow is Mark's 30th Bday. We are going to another concert, Rilo Kiley, and having a party on Friday.




10.09.2007

busy

I will fill you in soon. The short version is:

"Exam Season" is in full swing (I'm supposed to be studying 5 hours per day.) I'm not. But, I'm supposed to be.
I got some kind of sore throat/cold.
I went to Boston for a business conference.
Jennifer & Stephanie came out (still here) to visit.

9.26.2007

life is:

Arbitrary
Boring
Change
Difficult
Empty
Fulfilling
Greedy
Hectic
Illusory
Jaded
Karmic
Love
Moving
Never-ending
Obstinate
Precious
Quietly going on behind your back
Routine
Short
Tiresome
Unfair
Vanity's Mirror
Worth It
Xenophobia
Yesterdays
Zany

quotes of the day:

"My throat hurts. I need to get a massage."

(I know... that's what I thought, too.)

and

"I also use my cell phone to call people."

(How innovative.)

I want to dedicate these funny thoughts to carpal tunnel.

9.24.2007

zoom-zoom

I think this post sets a record for longest break between posts.

My days are running into one another and life is short.

Aunt Velora passed away and I skipped up to Utah last weekend for the funeral. Work/study kept me busy during the week. Ryan stopped by Saturday just in time to celebrate Dad's day with me. I got a rootbeer float and we swapped memories. It rained after not a drop since we moved.

Life is hard. And worth it.

9.10.2007

media fast

As a lifestyle experiment, we started a six month fast from the television. No TV, movies, or video games as of today. We cancelled our Blockbuster membership, unplugged everything and put the remotes in the drawer... and then uncomfortably stared at each other for a while.

What do we hope to gain? Time... A life in motion.... A break from pop culture... I don't know. But I already can tell that it won't be easy. Or hard. Just different. I got to take a nap.

Oh. And I got tickets to a concert next week. I haven't been to a concert since I saw INXS in 1997. I should break out the glow stick, baggy pants, and glitter covered tennis shoes for this.

I'm over thirty. I took out my tongue ring last year. That's it. I must be growing up. (I have a pension. These things happen.)

9.06.2007

taken

I will really miss my family sedan race car. It is someone else's turn to love it. (I named her "adhesive" - but the new owner will probably change it.)


8.29.2007

Selling my 2007 Mazda 3

I really am selling my brand new Mazda. If you or anyone you know is interested in a smokin' deal on a brand new car, I have one.

Since I am working down the street and don't have a rich uncle I don't know about, I could really use the payment for my student loans.

It is a sporty 4-door 2007 Mazda 3 - i Touring in light blue with beige interior, standard transmission, power everything. MSRP is $17,750. I paid $16,200, made 6 months of payments and gave it a scratch, so I'll sell it at a loss on my loan for $14,500.

8.27.2007

The Biz

Remember Mark's blog a while back about the day they were shooting the pilot TV show?

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But, I couldn't find it. I google, "pilot Lee Majors" and get 2 billion military hits. This proves two things: that I am not a guru internetress and you are on your own.

[Editor's Note: Mark wrote about this on his blog. Check out his post to hear it from him.]

8.26.2007

I used to be hot

One of the things that made CA sound so lovely when we were sweltering in Arizona was that lovely claim of 72 degrees all year round. Well, it has been in the upper 80's for months, and our little AC unit in the back bedroom doesn't do me any good during the afternoons while Mark is sleeping. As it turns out, I was cooler in AZ where Mark could keep the AC set at 68 and the house was so cold I never was without a light jacket.

But, today, I had enough of sweating it out. Last straw and all that.

I stormed down to Home Depot, picked up a window AC unit, brought it home and installed it myself. It helps to be a farm girl and not be intimidated by these sorts of endeavors Now, I am wonderfully freezing. If you are sweltering, follow my lead. It wasn't difficult and they are 20% off this week.

I probably should have done something before the Thompson's visited... but then maybe we wouldn't have gone to the beach to beat the heat every day.

8.25.2007

frequency versus severity

At my work we talk a lot about how more frequently occuring events usually have a small severity and that higher frequency events have higher severity. Granted, we are usually comparing hurricanes to Rita and Katrina. But, I realized it is true in the blog world, too. I don't write as much since I got busy at work. But what I write is a little higher quality, and says more. (This post excluded, perhaps.)

My work hosted a catered party at the Los Angeles Museum of Contemporary Art for all the Actuaries during work hours this week. They do this semi annually contingent that we beat the industry average in proportion of the test-takers who pass pass. We had a record number or takers and a record high ratio of passers, so it was a really fancy party. They presented me with a letter from the CEO telling me how great I am. (So true.)

I am getting really swamped at work now that everyone simultaneously realized that I am trained enough to be competent.

I expect the severity of my postings to trend downward as I become more and more wrapped up in work and exam prep. I am working on exam 2, and study an average of 2 hours per day min. (My planned schedule calls for 3, but that's a lot and I am lucky if I can force myself to sit still for 2.5)

I ordered two pairs of prescription glasses off the internet. Frames and Lenses packages start at $9. These prescription sunglasses glasses: $19.00, arrived this week. Not bad for the bargain.

8.18.2007

vacation

I was so completely exhausted today that after a few hugs, I straightened up the house, went to sleep at noon and didn't wake up again until 6pm. It has been a full and cherished week of fun-filled vacation.


Eva, Roger and family arrived on Saturday morning after driving overnight. Mark and I took Sade, Aubri, and Marissa on a little adventure so that the tired could nap. We went to the La Brea Tar Pits and showed the kids the Methane and Tar seeping up into the pools at the park, peered over the edge of archaeological dig pits, and played around. Then, we went to the grocery store and played on the moving walkway while Mark bought his secret "Mark's-My-Favorite-Uncle" weapon.... candy for breakfast. When we got home the kids found and played with some snails from our garden. Roger and Eva were awake... so it was off to the beach. A lucky break - a beach umbrella at a moving sale - so we had shade. We went to the beach at the Santa Monica Pier. The waves were great, the cool ocean refreshing, and fun was had by all. Sade and Roger were hitting the big waves. Aubri and Marissa were hitting waves up to their necks when they weren't digging amazing holes. We had a "sandwich-hold-the-sand" picnic. Roger thought the black guy in the lounger behind us was Denzel Washington. It became apparent to me that this family bonds in a special way under the common love of the beach. As Sade said, "this is a multiple day thing" despite his seven-degree sunburn. Then we went to the Los Angeles Contemporary Art Museum where we went through ancient Europe, the East, and a special Dan Flavin exhibit of colored light bulbs (which the kids loved a lot.) We made some yummy spaghetti for dinner.
Has it only been one day?


On Sunday, we went to China Town, bought some fun souvenirs (Sade got a pair of balls and the girls got matching china doll dresses and shoes and fans and trinkets,) drank freshly squeezed sugar cane (gross, never do that,) and rode a creepy robot coin-op ride. We had a cold antipasto salad on the road and off we went to the beach. We wanted to go to Venice Beach, but I didn't get a map, so we went to South Santa Monica on accident. W wanted to get a boogie-board for today. When we couldn't find one at the store on the way, Sade and I walked from shop to shop along the walk looking for one until we got to the pier (where we beached the previous day.) We bought flip-flops for the walk home and a cool beach ball along with the boogie-board. Along the way, we saw a lot of performers... some acrobats and jugglers, a lady with a harp, a bicycle hot-rod club (one guy's bike seat was taller than my head,) a guy with a turban on roller blades playing an electric guitar, and a car decorated like the ocean with a working waterfall down the front. They boogie-boarded for as long as the sun allowed when we finally got back. Even Aubri was a natural with it. We would need to come back again, and get another board. When we got home, we ordered Thai food delivery and made hot dogs for those who didn't dig it.
Has it only been two days?


On Monday, after we picked up our discounted Disneyland tickets, I took Marissa and had a lazy morning while Mark took everyone else on a driving tour of the highlights of Los Angeles. They went to a lookout point on Mullholland Drive, drove the Sunset Strip, went through Beverly Hills, Boy's Town, and more. He rivals the professional tour guide. We grilled hamburgers and hotdogs for lunch. Afterward? Beach, baby. Second boogie-board. Making a sand mermaid tail for Aubri, a princess dress for Marissa, a turtle body for Aubri, a hot tub for Marissa. We ordered Dominoes for dinner. That really hit the spot.
Has it only been three days?


We tried to get a somewhat early start Tuesday to get to Disneyland early. I've been to Disneyland a few times recently, so there was no explanation for my surge of excitement and energy as we walked up to the gates. I knew we would have a good time. We went on the Matterhorn first. Marissa made the height requirement just barely, but it scared the pants off of her. I got Teacup duty. The park was packed for the premiere of High School Musical 2. The cast of the movie was there in a special parade. Eva and Marissa saw Zac Efron, etc and then hit Toon Town while the rest of us hit Splash Mtn and Big Thunder Mtn. We met back up for a picnic we left in the van. Big old Kaiser roll sandwiches with every fixing we would think of. Mmmm and cookies for desert. After lunch, we went to California Adventure. Roger and I are coaster junkies... so we had to go on the big one. The line was a little long, but it was so worth it. I cannot describe how happy and giggly and wonderful I feel during and directly after a good coaster. Roger was giggling because I was giggling. And the line to the one that shoots you straight up was non-existent, so we giggled some more. It was a hot day. When we met back up with Eva and the kids, they were playing in fountains. We walked back over to Disneyland and got a good bench for Eva, Marissa (sound asleep) and I to rest on and save for the parade. I don't think I ever saw the parade before. It was really awesome. We hit a couple more rides after that and then Taco Bell on the way home.
Has it only been four days?


It's only Wednesday. Breakfast is blueberry muffins, mandarin oranges, and yogurt in the park and play in the playground. We go shopping at The Grove. Sade gets some envious books. We see a cool fountain and a trolley. We overdose on ice cream for lunch and wander at the magnificent Lake Shrine gardens, seeing big fish, swan, Ghandi's Ashes, and tour the museum. Then, Venice Beach. This place is what I would expect to see if I went to Mexico for a carnival. There were a lot of artists, musicians, and some jugglers. A crew of break dancing acrobats did a nice show, including a four-man tower with the bottom guy doing a no-hands backbend. When we hit the beach, we all agree that Santa Monica's beaches are nicer. A schizophrenic homeless person won't leave us alone - so I demonstrate my security guard honed skills and get him to move along. We go on to make an amazing sand castle. It is a master piece. I made us Chicken Fajita Burritos for dinner when we get home.
It has only been five days, but it feels like we're well into the second week.


We proclaim Thursday as the lazy day. I make us pancakes for breakfast. We have a chess tourney. The girls put on their china dresses, so we watch kung-fu movies. (Aubri is a big kung fu fan.) After lunch, we walk The Hollywood Walk of Fame. We find Snow White's star. She is Marissa's favorite princess. We see where the cast of Harry Potter put their hands, feet, and wands into the cement at the Grauman's Chinese Theatre. We rented some movies and had a movie/chess night. I made an Enchilada Casserole and we went on a nighttime walk around the neighborhood. It should be mentioned that in any free time between activities and during meals, chess is going on. It started on our first Thompson-McCowen shared vacation in Mexico... a chess rivalry unparalleled. Mark, Sade, and Roger are good matches and play sophisticated games. Sade has been working on his game with Roger since Mexico, in order to beat Mark fair and square. He's good, so Mark plays his best game against him. And today, Sade took him down in an honest win. Mark also gave Sade some tips and maneuvers to improve each stage of his game and today, Roger started losing consistently to Sade. A common phrase around the house was "good game."
It has been six days. Tomorrow will be the last.


So we ate Turtle Brownies for Breakfast. Mark and Sade resumed the chess war while Roger, Eva and I walked to a cool paper store, Pulp, and book store, Illiterature, across the street. Then, we dropped Roger and Eva at the famous Getty Museum while Mark and I took the kids to Malibu Beach. Mark and Sade sat in the shade while us girls played in the surf and went exploring the beach for treasures. This beach was steeper, so the waves appeared to be bigger than they were, giving the littler ones a better wave to ride without putting them in the water above their knees. We met back up and did movies and hamburgers back at the house.
It has only been seven days. It felt like a month of wonderful.

We woke up early, packed the van and said goodbye. I miss everybody already.

8.07.2007

silly human

We are all seriously flawed and imperfect works-in-progress.

We all like to think we are improving, getting wiser, less flawed as time passes.

We are all on a quest to make our lives meaningful, purposeful, or "happy."

We all want to matter.

Everything we do is because we get something out of it.

Our worst fear is that no one will care about us.

We are often so self-absorbed that we forget to care about those we care about and we fail to make them matter. And when we remember, we do it because it's the golden rule and it makes us feel better, and we hope they do it back to us.

7.28.2007

progress at work

I guess I haven't said much about my job. I work for the Commercial Business Division, and for the past 6 weeks or so, I have been working out of the Corporate (down the street) office on a special project. I am single-handedly rewriting the programming language that we use to pull the policy data out of the mainframe and validating that the data is good. Six weeks ago, I had never seen the programming language that I am using (SAS). And today, I am almost finished with the job. I guess I'm what you might call a "SAS-Master."

My position is extremely unique and I am doing very non-traditional actuarial work that causes me to have direct interaction with upper layers of management. I have made a fine impression on a lot of people and have already seen some direct benefits.
  • I am officially admitted to the Actuarial program now, which means that they are paying me to study and helping me with fees, seminars, etc. to help me pass subsequent exams (and reimbursing me for the one I just passed.)
  • The VP in Corporate Risk Management has made a deal with my boss in Commercial to transfer me into his department at the end of the year. (I think I am not supposed to know this yet - but I am elated because I basically keep doing what I am doing - walking distance from my house - for good.)
  • My promotion paperwork is in, so I get the Actuarial Assistant job title and a raise (I've been there <120>
My only regret is that big car payment I'm making on the idea that my commute would be 70 miles a day. (Hey, anyone want to take over payments on a brand new Mazda3 with less than 4,000 miles?)

I am trying to study for my second exam: Interest Theory and Financial Deriviatives. It's extremely hard to make the commitment necessary to master this stuff in 16 weeks. I made it on goal through week one. (Which is why I haven't posted anything.) My typical day involves working until 2:30. Coming home and studying until bed. Cooking and eating dinner and showering are the only short "breaks" from study I get. Weekends are: hang out with Mark until noon. Study until bedtime. (Obviously, given that I am posting this, I am a little more liberal with the breaks when I am studying for a 9 hour block.) I realized that if I put in enough effort to pass every exam on my first attempt from now on, I could be an "Associate" in three years. (That would be really exceptional - the average is 7 years - so reality probably lies somewhere in between.)

7.22.2007

phone

We re-upped our phone plan. I kept my same number because it's just too much of a hassle to update everything. However, Mark wanted a local area code for his, so he has a new number. If you are trying to reach him and can't, just give me a call.

7.21.2007

calculating

I haven't really written anything in a while. Life has been a little slow.

Work is becoming routine and comfortable. The home is starting to feel lived in.

It is my greatest hope that someday I will be able to have a designated parking place. Those of you with garages or carports or assigned parking, hear me: You are living my dreams. Don't take it for granted.

I started studying for my next exam. It is 15 weeks away and I had to prepare a study schedule. I'm accountable to someone now for how much time I put in. I thought I put in a lot before, but I realize now that I was taking it easy. I have to do 400+ hours in 15 weeks. That means 20 hours outside of work per week. Hmmm.

I was supposed to do 6 hours today. I got a late start but I have a good method. I set a timer and work for an hour straight. Then, I set a timer and take 30 minutes and watch a movie or do something mindless. Rinse. Repeat. It's always hardest at first because the problems are so ridiculously complicated that when you are just learning the topic, it can be very demoralizing. But, once you can get down to solving problems within less than ten minutes without having to get help and actually get them right some of the time, it starts getting easier to sit down and do it. The hard part is the discipline to stay at it until then.

At the moment, I am trying to master a new calculator - which does things in ways I don't quite get. I press the [+] button expecting, nothing to happen until I enter the next number to add, and it treats it like an [=] and adds the last two numbers I entered, even though there was a different operator in between them. Actually, I don't know what it is doing. This is just a wild guess. All I know is that I don't know how to key it to get what I expect. I found a book on it... so I have some leisure reading.

7.19.2007

sometimes

The most exciting thing to write about is getting my latest scrapbook magazine subscription in the mail.

Well, I guess it's exciting that I started a writing project. If I stick with it, I'll fill in the details here. So far it is just a 7-page fun little sci-fi story.

And Evan told me that I've reveals the depth of my nerd to him and now he can't see me any other way. I consider that an endorsement of character.

7.17.2007

injustice

Why is it that when a dish breaks when you are washing dishes it is always directly after you wash it...

I mean, if it broke before you washed it, you might be able to look on the bright side and say, "Terrific. That's one less dish to wash."

Instead, you have, "Crap. I just washed that darn thing. Now I have to clean it up, too." Hard to put a positive spin on that.

7.12.2007

finals

The OFFICIAL results are available online for my actuary exam, P/1.

If you are dying to find out whether or not I passed, go check the website for my candidate number, #27384. If you find it, I passed. If you don't, I failed.

Hey, and let me know will you? I'm too scared to look.

7.11.2007

pumpkin

I came home from work and put what looked like a roast from the freezer into the crock pot.

Much to my surprise, it was leftover thanksgiving yams. That's when you know that:
  • you are so cheap that you freeze leftover yams from thanksgiving
  • pickin's are slim in the freezer
  • you need to clean out the refridgerator more often
  • you might was well go to Jack-In-The-Box

7.10.2007

laugh

I just found a snarky read. I've been trying to find ways to cheer myself since my knee casually mentioned during cycling class yesterday that it's tired of the sport.

7.08.2007

hourglass

I have to resume study for exams in one week. Mark and I picked out fabric for the rocking chair seat, and I am designing a series of layouts that are proving to be challenges. I expect that I will have something to look forward to finishing when I pass the next test...

7.07.2007

funkR

Nothing has been ebbing or flowing from my creative juice factory lately. But I perscribed myself an hour of looking at flickR and I'm healed.

7.06.2007

booyaw

"I just bet that if world peace breaks out someday, there'll be lots of parties around the world.

Then someone will get drunk and start a fight."


~ deep thought by some chic named Natalie

7.04.2007

two down. 28 to go.

I did the finishing touches so that my 2005 and 2006 books are finished. Which is awesome because I can show them off now. As time goes on, my pages are looking better and better.

7.02.2007

challenge

I was going to start a daily blog to publicize my food journal on a health challenge I am doing... but thanks to the fact that I program all day at work, I didn't feel like debugging the html issues that came up with inserting a table... so I am spared the accountability.

I am back to cycling, though and it feels great. I really don't know how I get along without it when I don't take the time.

7.01.2007

scary


scrapping

All of the red paper is hand cut paper lace I designed and cut today....
(please take a moment to view it large to see the delicate product of 10 hours of my time today.)

We finally broke down and just bought new batteries for the cell phones, which have been broken for ages and still waiting to ship back to us. So I talked on the phone catching up with everyone I've been missing for so long... (while I cut paper)

I also watched Michael Moore's new movie, "SICKO" about our countries healthcare mess. It was extremely funny and I think it will appeal to a broader audience than he usually attracts. So, I recommend watching it even if you don't like his stuff, usually.

6.27.2007

eavesdrop

Actual interracial conversation I overheard...

WHITE GUY: So this club has a room with country music and a ghetto hip hop room. So there's something there for both of us.

BLACK GUY: (Enthusiastically) Dog. That's hype.

6.25.2007

you know what sucks?

Cycling class after you haven't been for a while.

I can't believe I actually get addicted to this kind of excruciating activity. I actually broke out some perscriptions and ice and heat.

This is a reminder to me why I can never. slack. off.

I've been posting a lot of pictures. I thought of taking one of my fat so we could all remember together what it looked like. But, I decided to spare you, dear reader. You're probably trying hard not to visualize right now. Well, I'm inspired by the big losers I know... Rach and Lindsey. Thanks for inspiring me guys.

6.23.2007

neat

stuff I dig:

Trader Joes. Red or Yellow Thai Curry sauce. Fat Free Spicy Black Bean Dip. Valpolicella Wine. Not necessarily all at the same meal.

Getting checks in the mail. (especially surprises.) And the wonderful people who send me money. (Feel free anytime.)

Scrapbooking magazines. Okay, scrapbooking anything.

Salesmen who can be talked down. (I'm a good talker-downer.) And having a gym membership. (yay. I'm back in the ranks of the less-lazy.)

Having great insurance for everything. (And not needing it.)

My husband. Who challenges me to be better each day. And lets me fail.

6.20.2007

art&craps

I have been fascinated by people who make little plushies lately. Here's a good example: the monster with a bloody apron holding a meat clever is my favorite. [edit: I am also torn to favor the straight jacket guy with the bar code on the back of his head... okay, they all rock.]
I have some "before" pics of the rocking chair I'm working on.



And I did the SB page for Athena and Evan's wedding. (Go leave a freakin' comment to say you care right now! and then hurry back to see the layouts.) I gave it a "matching tattoo" feel and tried to synchronize with the overall experience they were going for. Try as I might, I could not find blue handkerchief and silver billet paper... which is what I wanted to use. I wanted to showcase the photoshopped center picture - that blended a pretty landscape photo from the location with a B&W posed couple shot... and the hand cut "tattoo" curlies.

6.17.2007

romantic

I have these romantic notions of things that are "me" that I have never actually done, like sewing my own clothes and eating organic. So, every once in a while, I try one on.

Yesterday, I started the latest such thing: furniture. I am reviving an old rocking chair. I have this vision of what this poor thing will look like when I'm done - and it is really pretty. But right now, it is just a rotten stack of kindling in my living room. And I don't have any tools, so I don't know what I was thinking, because now I need to have a piece of wood cut. Am I really going to go buy a power tool for one project that I may never revisit again? I don't know. But I really love this chair for what it could be, and I feel like I've come so far...

The adventure started with killing it's residence. It was the home of a BIG black widow and her egg nest. (Had I known this... I might not have put it in my trunk and left it there for a week. I'm pretty afraid of poisonous creatures.) I cleaned, disassembled, stripped, and sanded the chair almost all day yesterday. Today, I window shopped for the fabric I want to upholster the seat with, and purchased the seat stuff. Much more work to do. But I like it (so far) as much as scrapbooking. The only thing is, I don't need power tools or a garage for scrapbooking. And paper is generally under a dollar a sheet. I could have bought a rocking chair already, and the little thing is only about half way done. I guess you pay for the hours and hours of fun.

6.16.2007

life

I just had one of those vivid dreams where you can't distinguish reality even for a while after you wake up because it seems so real.

This one started with a gang member shooting me in the top of the head for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. For the rest of the dream, I was slowly dying.

My first thought was, "but I just finished college and he shot me in the brain." Irony. And it sort of felt funny, but it didn't hurt. And I thought, "so this is what dying feels like."

And then I felt a growing sadness as I flashed on, not my historical life, but all the treasures I have in life now... and all the wonderful moments I will miss.

I really love every moment in my experience. My dream made me feel nostalgic for what currently is. It was kind of a weird one, but deeply thought provoking.

6.11.2007

and i smell like one too.

I am 11111 years old (in binary).
There is so much I would like to say about perhaps my most eventful birthday ever.
I will say, "Neener-Neener-Neener" and fill in the blanks for the confused at a later date.
Some highlights that are safe to mention: Aubri Kate and Marissa sang to me the birthday version that I look like a monkey... which was funny, because I had to climb out of a tree to take the birthday call, literally.

It was a really neat experience. For the totally oblivious, I drove out to Arizona to spend the day with Evan and the evening with Jennifer.


6.07.2007

you can crochet anything

such as this tampon cozy:

(Thank you "crafts gone bad" on Craftster)

This is why I like scrapbooking.
I get embarassed admiting that it is my fave.
However, it will never be a tampon cozy. ever.
And unlike the very trash-able space taking crochet projects I've made in the past, I will never be able to throw away my scrapbooks. No matter how ugly I realize they are later.

(I realize the corrupt logic is that I just gave myself an excellent reason to put down the scissors and paper and make nice cozies to give all my sisters for christmas.)

6.02.2007

weekend fun

We had an instant replay of last weekend. Beach. Scrapping. My latest creation: You know, the thing that is great about scrapbooks is that they only remember that you did something that was probably fun. They don't really remember the actual thing.

Also, looking at this picure of Evan and me... I realized, I really love my awesome brother, Evan. I wish every day had a moment like that one it in. Evan - I really love you, bro.

5.30.2007

don't smack and drive

I've been thinking about all the dangers of multi-tasking while driving and came up with an invention (patent pending) to address one of the ongoing tasks that pose a risk: Mothers who need to reach into the back seat to smack their child on the back of the head. Now, mothers can purchase my devise, which can be factory installed with a button on the steering wheel that will smack for you - so you and your passengers can be safe.

5.28.2007

paid holiday

I scrapped, napped, chick-flicked, read-for-pleasure, and beached until I honestly ran out of ideas. I've never had a paid holiday before.

I made up and cut that font out by Xacto and then painted the edges with craft paint. Helps me save my money for the KNK Elements (computer cutter).



I think we are going to make a run to the beach a regular thing. Even when we are just chillin' in our cot-chairs talking and watching the waves come in, it feels like time slows down, and like we have actually spent hours and hours interacting.


This relaxing thing is cool. I could get used to it. I better not though. At some point, I'm going to have to kick back in to study for the next exam before the lazy embeds itself too deep.

5.26.2007

cookie?

So, thanks to Evan's talk of Pumpkin Choc-Chip cookies, I had to make up a batch (recipe in archive nov 2006) of these marvelous wonders. I left one on the table for Mark. He came in and said, "Did the cat throw up on the table?" So I ask, "Where?" And he points to the cookie. And he has a point. These cookies look an awful lot like cat throw up. Not a big advertising point, I realize. However, I am still going to urge you to make them. And you are still not going to.

5.21.2007

no tests = time for relaxing

Both of these Arizona venues are worth the admission, by the way.

Also, lately I have become obsessive about naps. At lunchtime, I go nap in my car. I even found out that there is a nap-room on the first floor of my building (that no one else knows about - and everyone finds it odd that they are learning these things from the new girl.)

So... that said: it is no small thing that on Sunday, I took a cot chair and a good book and took a nice nap in the sun in a park by the ocean. It was my idea of a perfect afternoon. (I finished the book, "Alice" and it was wonderland.)

hollywood is hot

Mark took this when the Hollywood hills were on fire while I was at the conference in Seattle. The smear is a helicopter fighting the fire. I heard about the fire at the conference when my friend said, "Is your house near the fire that is burning in Los Angeles?" Of course, I had flashbacks.

an update of the kids

Is 10-years old this fall! He is a lot milder ever since the fire, but he still can go crazy and chase Kira all over the place. He makes non-cat-lovers reconsider. Mark recently discovered that he has become ticklish under his armpits. Now Mark tickles him non-stop and Kazi hates it, but loves his pets, so he gets really torn about whether to put an end to it. Watching them reminds me of when McKay used to tickle me until I thought I would pee my pants.


Just turned five but she thinks she is still a kitten. In both of these photos she is playing in a shopping tote that makes her insanely happy. Mark picked it up and swung it like the carnival zipper while she was in it and I flipped out and he said, "No, no, she likes it, see." -- and put the bag down. She jumped out and jumped back in and meowed like, "Do it again!"


5.20.2007

i guess i'm a girl afterall

I just love this dress; I need a reason for leaving the house in such a cute dress.



And this one, too. (Only make mine calf-length, because I am not daring anymore.)




5.19.2007

we love peanut butter

chicken satay peanut sauce
melt in a saucepan for 3-5 minutes the following:
2 t creamy peanut butter
2 t soy sauce
1-2 minced or chopped garlic cloves
1/4 c water
1 t brown sugar
We drizzle it on herbed chicken kabobs and serve with rice, but you can put it on anything if you like it.

PB & Life Bars
(i made this up)
toast some nuts. I used 1/3 cup of chopped walnuts and 1/3 c sliced almonds in butter flavored spray in a saute pan. Toss with
5 cups Life Cereal
1/2 cup broken preztels

Meanwhile, in a saucepan, melt:
1/8 c Light corn syrup
1 T honey
1/4 c fim packed brown sugar
4 T creamy peanut butter
1 t vanilla
1 package large marshmallows

Then mix the melted goo with the dry stuff and pressed into a well greased pan to set up overnight. A bar the size of a deck of cards is better for you than 1/3 of a candy bar.

If I had any chocolate in the house, I would have drizzled some on the top. But chocolate at my house is always a shortlived thing. I did have a snickers bar and thought heavily about chopping it into the recipe - and it would have been REALLY good, but I bought the candybar for Mark. So I ate half of it, and gave him the rest instead. That's how nice I am.

This is how domesticated I was today: I made a scrapbooking page, made dinner, did 9 loads of laundry, made marshmallow treats, washed the dishes, read 1/2 of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and grocery shopped. Plus, I bought and ate half of the candybar. Okay. I'm feeling guilty.

As you can see... Mona does not know what to do with herself when she doesn't have to study. This is new. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow I will pick up my messes all over the house.

5.15.2007

i PASSED!

Here is the scrapbooking layout I made to commemorate today... one of the most gratifying days of my life: today, on my third attempt, I (preliminary result) passed exam P of the SOA certification series and am officially on the Actuary track.


This is huge for me. Not only does it qualify me to work in my field, but it also qualifies me for study programs which pay me to leave early for the day to study for the next exam, pays for my supplies and expenses, puts me on a program to "tour" every department in my company for a year at a time, gives me a one-time bonus, gives me a raise, and just in general lets me know that yes, I can do this.
This exam was harder than the first two attempts that I took (the questions are sampled at random from a large pool) and I thought I did terrible. I spent the full last 15 minutes randomly selecting answers to over half of the test that I either couldn't attempt or had not the time to try. I was ready to cry in defeat when I hit "end test" and the notice "Congratulations, you passed." popped up. I do not have anything in life to compare the emotions of that moment to. So much of my life went in to this that it was such an enormous thing... I completely broke down (I saved most of it for when I got to the car...) in wonderful, exhilarating tears of gratitude, relief, disbelief, freedom, self-determination, and many other emotions I can't describe.
Afterward, I had to go to the DMV and those people have probably never dealt with anyone of my today-cheerfulness in all of their lives.

5.13.2007

Deep Thoughts by Marvin Minsky

Minsky has been a driver of research in Artificial Intelligence since the fifties. In an interview for the Jan 2007 issue of Discover magazine, this exchange really struck me as interesting:

Q: Usually AI refers to an exploration of the utilitarian uses of the brain, like understanding speech or solving problems. Yet so much of what humans do isn't clearly utilitarian, like watching TV, fantasizing, or joking. Why is all this behavior necessary?

Minsky: Watching sports is my favorite. Pleasure, like pain, is though of as being a sort of simple, absolute, innate, basic thing, but as far as I can see, pleasure is a piece of machinery for turning off various parts of the brain. It's like sleep. I suspect that pleasure is mainly used to turn off parts of the brain so you can keep fresh the memories of things you're trying to learn. It protects the short-term memory buffers. That's one theory of pleasure. However, it has a bug, which is, if you gain control of it, you'll keep doing it: If you can control your pleasure center, then you can turn off your brain. That's a very serious bug, and it causes addiction. That's what I think the football fans are doing - and the pop music fans and television watchers and so forth. They're supressing their regular goals and doing something else. It can be a very serious bug, as we're starting to see in the young people who play computer games until they get fat.

I think that there is some truth to that. I know that when I am really wrestling with learning new math, I feel very compelled to take frequent breaks to do things I really enjoy (like read Discover magazine and post to my blog.) And oddly, even though I spend more time in leisure than I do in study, it tends to be more productive than trying to sit still and just chug through study without breaks for long durations.

Important note #1: anything that brings with it pleasure has the potential of taking over the whole of your brain if it is endulged more than necessary to temporarily restore the mind.

Important note #2: the purpose of the brain is to learn.

5.09.2007

too much

I kind of feel like throwing up for a number of reasons.

Reason #1: Conferences are catered and there is a big pile of food you never let yourself have available every hour. Tarts, brownies, chocolate chip walnut bread, muffins... and the meals are over the top, too. Oh, and I never thought you could have too much coffee. But, I changed my position on that. If it is stout Seattle coffee and you are mixing it with real cream, chocolate milk, whipped cream, and chocolate shavings, you really should stop at one. Don't, I repeat don't, have six.

Reason #2: Conferences are so... I feel like I am being constantly schmoozed and marketed to by slick networking individuals. This is normal to everyone else, but it feels very slimy to me and I am way outside my comfort zone.

Reason #3: I miss Mark and feeling like everything is going to be okay and all the comfort and security that has been missing since we made this big move to Los Angeles... and being away by myself has really brought home how instable and scary everything really is. I feel like the child in the back seat screaming, "I wanna go home." Only, we don't have a home yet.

5.05.2007

mister, got any change?

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”

~Andy Warhol

****************************************************************************

This city is tough and the stakes are high. We're starting out with big hopes and taking big risks. It is very scary, but we're here and we're doing it. Right now, we are sort of asking ourselfs why, but that's another matter... and so it is what it is.

I got to have dinner with Dale and family from Utah last night. What a pleasant surprise to have them nearby. It makes me wish we were close enough to do that sort of thing all the time. One of the few things I really get homesick for is family dinner.

Off tomorrow to Seattle. First business trip ever. I'd be excited, but I can't take The Man, so walking around the city by myself doesn't hold the same allure as it would if we could afford to fly him up with me. I think I only like to travel because we have so much fun together. I guess I'll find out tomorrow if it is fun to do by yourself. (I guess if I found a cool scrapbooking store...)

4.30.2007

Cutting makes me ☺!

Here is Xacto my idea of a few magical evenings:

4.29.2007

TV

One of the last remaining investigative news programs, FRONTLINE, is running a two part segment on Mormon history and the exodus to Utah. Shows air Apr. 30, 2007 at 9pm and May. 1, 2007 at 9pm.

Also noteworthy is the HBO fictional series, BIG LOVE, about a prominant Utah businessman who is trying to hide the fact that he is a polygamist from the LDS majority and balance three families. I guess seeing the Utah culture is more exotic to me now that I am not in Utah, but it was interesting to see some familiar scenarios play out between the goodies and the jacks. (You Mormons who think the culture is not that different from main stream need to live outside of Utah for a period of time and associate more with nons. -- There's nothing wrong with being different. Embrace it.)

Also, keep in mind that these TV recommendations are coming from someone who does not get her TV from the box. (I don't even think it is hooked up.) Frontline episodes are often available streaming online and Big Love Season One is available on DVD, commercial free.

4.24.2007

the waging debate

My cube-mates and I are trying to resolve the following dilemma. Am I a nerd or a geek.

So, here are the factors weighing in the respective categories... I'm tempted to give them a weight ratio, which probably falls into the nerd category.

Either:
I wear glasses.
I learn about science, technological developments, and study societal function
I listen to NPR, compusively - except for the Lake Wobegone bit.
I like sci-fi TV Shows, movies and mini-series.
I do not watch TV unless it is commercial free on DVD, and then very selectively. (Sorry Rachel... I gave up on SG-1 after I realized the obsurdity of either jeopardizing the human race and/or someone coming back from the dead in every single episode...too predictable. Let's have an episode where we meet a species that does neither of those things on at least one planet of the millions of permutations on the dial, and I'll watch it.)
I ♥ STNG

Nerd:
I ♥ math, and do problems for fun... often.
Belong to the Math Club
I ♥ logic puzzles.
I ♥ school and the process of learning.
I had a spiritual moment in Calc I.
I read Mark's subscription to Scientific American Mind.

Geek:
I ♥ paper and pens
I ♥ my $100+ calculator
I used to love to play Magic before my deck got lost.
I have common acquaintances who own swords.
I like the movies that everyone else hates and the music that no one listens to.
I think my knees are facing different directions, so my legs do not track along parallel lines.

Feel free to weigh in on this. Perhaps I have left off some glaringly obvious factor that casts the deciding vote?

4.15.2007

new addition


We are calling the newest member of the family "The Mazda." She comes in at 2906 pounds, 177.6 inches and arrived at 8:20 P.M. on April 11, 2007. So far, she is quite a joy and seems to be a very happy car.

4.11.2007

talented spouse


click to see my juggler large.

4.10.2007

life cycle

SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends.
At age 17 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 35 success is . . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.

Things at the new job are getting into a routine. I'm learning and learning. I'm so glad I went to college.

We had a nice weekend. Jennifer, Lindsey K, and Stephanie were here from Arizona for a quick turn around trip and we did all the nice things in quick succession... the beach, beverly hills, dinners, sitting on the roof, hanging out late talking...

A little egg hunt in Scott's garden was a fun highlight.

4.03.2007

admissions of guilt

I'm really enjoying my life right now. It's not really that cool to admit that, because all the time, everyone is going through things... and it's taboo to admit a moment of good, because it comes across so badly to everyone who is mired in human tragedy. However, at the moment, in the heat of a transition of deep uncertainty... I can find a moment to say, in this craziness, I'm okay.

I am empowered with a lot of responsibility and the latitude to carry out said in any way I deem appropriate. Their expectations of me are a great compliment. On my end, I feel completely capable of meeting these grand demands. Which is why, in this craziness... I'm okay.

Not to mention a knock out new wardrobe. As they say, the suit makes the man.

The only thing that has really been hard is the mornings. Five AM comes very early, and tomorrow, Mark wants to drop me a few hours early so he can take the car... what does that mean? Three? (I set my own hours, but everyone in my department works 7am-4pm, so that has been my routine... in order to make use of their resources for my training.)

3.28.2007

boys and girls

I just did some statistics on our family...

We are 80% entrepreneurs (running our own side gig for money part or full time - I didn't count McKay because I don't know if he does, and I didn't count me because I don't currently - although I have plans to.) But we are 100% fixers.

Business owner: crafts / fixer of household items, Business owner: heavy equipment operation / fixer of metal, Business owner: salvage and heavy equipment / fixer of all things mechanical, Business Administrator / Fixer of dead animals, Mechanic / fixer of cars and computers, Data Operator / fixer of computers, Police Officer, Accountant / Fixer of messes and maker of handmade gifts, Statistician / Fixer of numbers, Security Guard/Student Nurse / Fixer of Cars and motorbikes.

If we had a lawyer, a banker, and a financial consultant, we could start a multi industry business strategy consulting firm.