Joey Walnuts

I heart Joey.

I'm sitting here in my robe and Army sweatpants watching Clean House and listening to Dex (I started to type "Joey") chew on his cow hoof. It's certainly an enchanting little evening here at the Mulia house. Oh yes.

Tomorrow at this time I'm likely to be zonked out. It will be my first day at my new job, and for the first 10 days or so, I'll be working full time hours for orientation. I'm excited to be working, but oddly, what I'm thinking about the most is my dog. I feel bad about him being locked up all day. I'm gonna run over at lunch real fast and let him out, but still, he's gonna be pissed. Oh well. It's not forever. And I am going to be WORKING and earning a PAYCHECK. Woohoo! That in itself is terribly exciting. I went in yesterday and met with my big boss and a lady I'll shadow. It was good to talk and get to know them and how things operate. I feel very welcome, which is definitely a good thing. Hopefully orientation goes well, and I pump enough coffee in myself to keep me from passing out on the first day.

I don't know what all the hell else has been going on... On Friday I went to a dinner with a bunch of Army wives. Their husbands are all actually in Joe's company but do different jobs. For some reason hardly any of the dudes that do Joe's job are married. At least the others are accepting me in their circle. It's good. And no one held it against me that I was the only one present without a deployed husband. No one was catty. Good stuff.

Other than that, it's been raining a whole lot. I saw Joe's brother, Alex, for like a minute between late Friday night and early Saturday morning, which was good. On Saturday I worked out and actually got corrected on my squats. You gotta point your toes out, and I know that. But I was nervous about being at the gym for the first time in a while. After being corrected I was even more nervous and messed up my hand placement on the bar. Can you say lop-sided? Damn it. By the third set I got it right but may never do squats in public again. Bah. On Sunday I went to the movies with a couple friends, and that evening I bought a new lawn mower - a Snapper. Yes, I made the executive decision and went for it. I had at least put it past Joe beforehand, and he knew it was imminent. (Our yard is becoming off the chain, and we have nothing to cut it with.) The one I bought is out of stock, but will be in on Thursday. That said, I can be cutting grass by the weekend and am actually a little excited. I'm going to do some planting too. I found a good book at the library about potting plants (versus in the ground so I can take them with me when we move), and I think I'm going to be all southern and plant some tomatoes as well. Like I said, big things happening at the Mulia house. :-)

In neighbor news, I found out my neighbor with whom I had the falling out is actually in the hospital right now. I texted her today to let her know the back hatch of her car was left open in the rain, and I got this response: "Hi. Thank you. I'm actually not at home right now. I haven't been for a while. I've been hospitalized. But thank you for telling me." I dunno. It just seems sort of bitchy. It's probably just me reading into it. For someone who's hospitalized, she sure did take a minute to type several sentences outlining the fact that she's in the hospital. At first I felt sort of bad because I have noticed she's not around, but didn't ask. Honestly, with the weird shit she managed to tell me about her marriage in the short time we were hanging out, I figured she'd left her husband because he cheated. That said, I wasn't about to ask her husband in passing, "Hey, where's Vanessa?" Then came the whole thought process of should I in any way offer to help? I don't think so. They didn't come to me with information or ask for help, and since I don't agree with the way she treats people, I'm not sure I should get into her business all over again. Because let's be honest - I don't want to. There you have it. And that doesn't mean I don't hope she gets better with whatever is ailing her. I do wish her well. Good, bad, or un-Christian, it just isn't my place to give help in this situation.

So anyway. Biggest Loser is about to start, and you know I need to try to get motivated to go back to the gym...where people really ARE watching you while you exercise. :-D