I Wouldn't Make a Good Jump Horse

With all the wild weather we've been having lately, the dog park entrance was flooded the other day. I let Dexter run through it to get in, but I decided to jump over the fence instead. I did this a couple times, having to go outside of the fence for various reasons, and at some point did not quite clear the fence. I bumped the very top of my knee, hitting a good-sized vein/artery/whatever because you could see it immediately bubble up. I got sort of scared, but luckily it just turned into this wicked bruise that actually goes up over the top of my knee. Yeah, and it doesn't even show up that well on here, so this is pretty well worthless. Bah.

Life has been off the chain busy, but still I find myself with little to really talk about. I've worked a good bit. My job actually sucks. I don't believe we are providing any service to the clients, but are instead just consumed with paperwork deadlines and being short-staffed. That said, every day is a race to try to get our shit turned in on time any way possible, and trust me, the clients are suffering. It's sad. The best part of the job is getting to talk to the people you're trying to help (duh), and it ain't happening. We just get 'em in and move 'em out. Community-based tx gone terribly wrong. Although, after some training today, I started thinking about alternative careers anyway. It would have to be nursing or something similar, as there are only a few in-demand jobs with the economy the way it is. Unless you know of something else more fitting...in which case, please, let me know.

We did make it to Missouri over Memorial Day weekend for Janiece's wedding. Everything seemed to go off without a hitch (minus some car repairs - tires - brakes - $300+). The ceremony itself was really nice, and the reception had some good tunes. Best I've heard in quite a while. I just wish it'd lasted longer. Oh well. It was probably for the best, as I went to bed sober and actually got a bit of sleep. I don't think over the course of the trip Joe or myself ever got enough sleep, though, and I think we're still catching up. We were just constantly going - nonstop.

Since being back, I think I've worked every day since. Additionally, Dexter, who behaved beautifully on the trip, has made my life a living hell lately. Seems he lost his mind upon arrival back home as he has pissed on my spare comforter and tore the shit out of my new duvet cover which was still in its packaging and in a plastic bag. Yeah. He ate through it all while Joe was here asleep and I was at work. Also, Dexter destroyed one of the two tomato plants my dad gave me while I was home. I haven't cried yet. But I know it's coming. The duvet cover incident actually sparked a pretty decent fight between Joe and me, which in turn led to positive change. I won't go into details, but basically I turned into the Hulk. Joe ended up understanding why, though, and we were both able to apologize and move on. Good.

What else? Mm. I'm just continuing to work and see my friends occasionally. Joe and I really need to book a damn beach condo for July, but we've both been pretty slack with that. Damn us. Joe's starting Air Assault School this week. Doing wacky stuff out of helicopters. Luckily, it's here, so he doesn't have to travel, though of course he'll be gone for the last half of the month. I forgot what that's even for. I can't keep it all straight anymore. We're getting closer and closer to the main objective. This shit is starting to get real. Ugh. But I'm proud. Definitely proud.

And since this all seems so utterly boring, let me quote my nurse friend from work today who leaned over and said this to me during our training, "This shit's about to put me to sleep."

G'night.