When It Rains...

So there I was, sitting at my desk, trying to ignore my coworkers (fairly successfully I might add), when my boss appears out of thin air ("Poof!") and says she wants to talk to me. Okay. I'm mentally trying to track how many clients I might have insulted in the past 24 hours (none...so it was a relatively quick count). It turns out that our team is reorganizing and I'm being put in a new position called "Account Manager". I'm not sure if that sounds any better than "Utility Coordinator"...but it is at least more dull and people will stop asking me what utilities I'm coordinating (With what? My clothes? My eyes? What?).

I'm actually one of the lucky few whose job isn't actually changing. And even better than that, I'm getting a substantial raise for doing the exact same stuff. Go figure. Hey, I might actually be above the poverty line! No...wait...1...2...3...4...5 kids. Nope. Still below. Ah well.

The down side of that is this: I still don't enjoy my job that much. This makes it even harder to leave for the proverbial greener pastures (which I'm beginning to doubt if it is really green or just sitting on top of the septic tank of life). Still, it's not a terrible job, just dull. But I'm getting paid more to be dull. Or at least getting paid more to do dull stuff. I don't think I'm actually dull. Heck, I'm the life of the party! At least I am when I have my own personal parties and I'm the only one invited.

So...um...yeah....money. I've heard of this "money" stuff before. I may have even seen it once or twice. Now that I'll have a little extra, I have to figure out what to do with it. Maybe there is a simple solution...



(SIMPLICITY: The simplest solutions are often the cleverest. They are also usually wrong.)

Hey Ma! Look What I Made!

Immaturity...Thy Name is Steve

So there I am looking at maps and dreaming dreams, when my eye catches a certain geographical feature: "Blue Butte". Heh heh. Of course I couldn't just let it go at that, I had to hunt down others:

Bald Butte
Bachelor Butte
Desolation Butte
Lookout Butte
Beatys Butte
Farmer Butte
Pigeon Butte
Butler Butte
Black Butte
Burn Butte

and probably the best named one ever: Winkle Butte! Ah...it's the simple things in life.

The Gauntlet Has Been Thrown Down!

Fine...here's a few turkey songs for you:

"T" is for turkey, that's good enough for me.
Oh, turkey, turkey, turkey starts with "T".


(to the tune of Oh, Clementine)
Oh my turkey,
Oh my turkey,
Oh my turkey on my plate!
It is sitting there
Beside my taters
Oh my tukey on my plate!


There once was a turkey named Phil,
Who I took out back to kill.
He said, "You're a putz,
I'm far from prime cuts.
So just take me back inside and chill."


Hey diddle, diddle
The turkey has a fiddle
And he played such a lively ol' tune.
My inlaws are wierd
I just shaved my beard
So stop taunting me about not being able to come up with a turkey song and just go make one up yourselves! :P

Because I Can't Think of a Good Turkey Song

"C"...that's the way it begins
"H"...is the next letter in
"I"...that is the third
"C"...you've already heard
"K"...that ol' letter's my friend
"E"...now we're nearing the end
C-H-I-C-K-E-N, that is the way to spell "chicken"