Changes are good. And I have been involved with making changes in my personal life, as well as here on the blog.

You know I've been agitated about the weirdos out there in cyberspace who grab up a website, or a particular article on a website, in order to sneak their pitiful little advertisements into crevices where they are not welcomed, or where they do not belong.

And you also know, because I mentioned it before, that my former "traces of me" was a pretty popular title out there in the blogsphere...well, I've been fiddling around with ideas all day as I went about doing my housewifely duties; and though at times, I am prone to impulsive choices which I sometimes later wish I'd waited to make, I have settled on a new title for my little place here at present.

I have been tickled to death to find my site showing up on some of your sidebars when I come to visit. It must mean that things 'round here are not too dull; at least, I hope that is the case. What a great feeling to have you guys! It means the world to me. I think I may have mentioned that a time or two as well. Please overlook my silly repetitive nature. I'm seriously working on that thing, ya' know...

Welcome!

Ok. So I've learned more about google crawlers, and others. I'm also learning more about how to use my spam settings, etc. for this site. I deleted my previous article regarding the jerks of the planet who were pissing me off, and I think I have a bit more control of things now. Heh--yeah, right; I'm speaking of the world-wide web for gosh sakes! Control? Nah...

But would you dirty rotten scoundrels go play someplace else now? And, God bless us everyone!

Remember, a while back when I told ya' that I was in the process of applying for a new job? Well, I have learned that I will be hired for the job if I am still interested. The prospective employers have sent in a proposal for my salary to the powers that be, and they have been waiting for a response. This is why I haven't been called in for my second interview yet. My second interview will not be like an interview at all, as they will be offering me my salary for the position and simply going over a few more questions with me; as well as having me sign all the proper forms for work.

The position sounds very promising at this point. I will have opportunities to travel a bit for training and seminars, which I love to do. Sam is a homebody and I often grow weary from our lack of travel. This job will take care of some of my need to get away.

I'm nervous because I am still uncertain about many aspects of the job; and I think the department administrators are a little uncertain as well, about how my title will play out. This is a brand new thing for us all as I understand it. In one way, the fact makes me feel a little better, like we're all on an even keel. In another, it scares the hell outta' me.

It seems I will be managing this new program in the works. It is part-time to start, however, they have already asked me if I would be willing to work more hours if needed. We all know what that question implies, now don't we? "Will you work a lot for us?"

I'll be keeping you posted; because, uuum, that's what I do here...

What are you up to today?

You may find August 19th, August 26th, and September 2nd mutterings here. I love to do this thing, and one of these days I may actually keep up with them!

If you have an interest in reading my free associations, keep checking back, as I am working my way up to the present day with my own answers to lumania's free association project. I have them all copied and I am just catching up as I have time.

Ah, time; what is that really?

The link to my "Mutterings" category is down yonder on my right sidebar, just below Hillary.

One of my favorite little girls of the blogsphere here; on a mission indeed, to find the very bestest Punkin'...

What glory can come from a child's perspective!!

Hellish days! Since the weekend, and after a series of busy events that took place this past weekend, I have been depressed; yes, the agitated and irritable kind of depression. I cannot seem to get a grip on it and I have been in a real cleaning frenzy as well. The cleaning part is making Sam feel irritated too, I am certain. Perhaps new medicine is in order.

I swear I could just scream. I know that screaming very loudly will not help however, because I have done such a thing before. Oh yes indeed; once I went outside my house, when Sam and I lived in the big town 10 minutes away, and I screamed bloody murder. Well I didn't scream those words exactly, but you catch my drift, don't you? Anyway, I accomplished two things by that act. One was to scare my neighbor friend, who ended up teasing me the next day. The only other thing I accomplished that evening was to give myself an awful soar throat. Who knew?

WTF???? I hate feeling this way. I also hate the guilt and agony I place upon myself when I am feeling this way. When I have these little episodes in life, I tend to feel truely worthless even though I know I am not worthless in reality. When I feel this way, I want to scream; and eat, among other things. However, I have been doing a nice job of refraining from overeating. The way I have accomplished this goal is to think of the pain I feel in my knees and calves and feet. Works every time. I know when I get the weight off, I will still have the arthritic pain; but I will not have the pressure of the weight to deal with anymore. This keeps me sticking with my new ways of eating. I have lost 10 pounds so far. Pretty damn great. Now then; I have given myself a glimmer of hope just by writing here tonight...

It's been months since I could walk for longer than 5 minutes or so without feeling so much pain that I had to sit down. And I cannot walk more than a few feet now without resting. This fact alone is enough to make anyone feel like crap. I have a few extra bonuses added to my challenge to remain mentally healthy and well-balanced.

I know this will pass. Joy and sorrow are related. The two have not failed me yet. It does seem in the past year, I have dealt with more of the latter. However, I know I will live in hope that tomorrow will come once again and possibly add something new and very special to my days. It is the way I live my life; especially during these dreary times. I live believing that something great is just around the corner. Though it may not sound so in what I write here, it is true of me.

This post may actually sound like a pity party to some. Trust me, it is not. I deal with very real issues regarding depression, as do some of you. Perhaps soon my tale will be different than this one today. I hope...what else is there?

I felt very neurotic and agitated this past weekend, topped with bouts of depression. Felt even more rotten today until just a bit ago when I tuned into this video I received from a dear friend via email. I visited YouTube so I could copy it and share with you.

You gotta' love this one directly from the corral.

Posse up, y'all...

I woke up this morning, and without even contemplating the idea for a moment, I decided to make The Sauce.

Now some of you may know: my sister definitely knows, the time and effort that goes into making The Sauce. Suffice to say, this meal is an all-day affair. AND, I also decided without much contemplation, to invite not only my mom and step-dad for dinner, but a couple of our friends as well. Actually, they are our cousins; well, the guy is Sam's first cousin, and the gal is my life-long friend. Anyway, I gotta' scoot. Gotta' stir the sauce, set the table, boil the noodles...all as I sip my wine. Because you gotta' sip wine when you're making The Sauce.

What are your plans for the evening? Do tell..