Deciding on my next book

The chances of someone bringing a book to work are not really great. Having three people bring in the same book is even more rare. There isn't any time to read during the work day, and our lunch time is limited and usually spent in the company of others. But occasionally someone does bring a book and reads during lunch or break. My desk is part of a two person cubicle. The woman I share my cubicle with is a friend that I have known ever since I started working at my company nine years ago. She recently brought in a book for me to read called "The Purpose Driven Life," by Rick Warren. We were talking about it when the two employees that sit directly across the cubicle from us each held up a copy of the book. Another friend of mine happened to be walking down the aisle and said she was reading it too. It seems that a lot of people are reading this book. I read the reviews at Amazon and it seems like public opinion varies drastically, and I wonder if I should go ahead and read it, or move on to something else. I haven't decided yet.

A little about me

For my friends that read my blog, you can skip this entry as it will bore you to tears. For those of you that only know me online, well, reading this might still bore you to tears, or put you to sleep! :)

I've lived in the Tampa area for eleven years now, and haven't always been so uninvolved. When we first moved here I joined a local church and became active in the women's group. After we bought our husky, Atom, I also joined the Siberian Husky Club of Tampa Bay and began showing dogs. Another interest in family history led me to join the Greater Brandon Genealogical Society and I participated in their projects also. Between work, raising my daughter and the different activities that I was involved with, I was very busy. During this time my husband was still active duty and spent one year in Saudi Arabia on an unaccompanied tour and one year in Korea on an unaccompanied tour. When he was stationed locally, he often traveled on business, sometimes for weeks at a time. This never presented a big problem for me because I've always been independent anyway, but it did seem that all the major problems occurred when he was gone, such as plumbing problems, car problems and illness.

In 1998, I decided to quit the dog shows because the shows and church were too much of a conflict. We also discovered that Atom had cataracts which immediately disqualified him as a show dog. For awhile I still remained active in the clubs activities, but driving to St. Petersburg for the meetings was beginning to drain on me and I eventually quit.

I noticed that I had gotten to the point that when someone asked me to volunteer for something, I would always accept. So, in 1999 I made it a point to say "no." I was having some medical problems at the time and the stress was wearing me down. It was probably better that way anyway, because a little over a year later, my husband left for his tour in Korea. After the chaturbate tour he was going to retire and we would probably move. When I completed the genealogy project I was assigned to, I decided to quit the GBGS.

The year 2000 was not good for my husband's family. We lost my in-laws in December of that year. It was a very difficult time to work through. All the grandchildren had difficulties with the situation. We put Christina in counseling which was very beneficial to her and by the summer she was feeling much better. It was a good decision. My husband also retired that summer and we began to look for another home, something a little bigger. We finally found a good location, put our house up for sale and began to build. Going through the home building process is quite an experience. It's fun and nerve racking at the same time. Coordinating the sale of the house and the move was a little scary, because we didn't have a close date for awhile. We didn't want to end up renting because we have a dog and a boat, which meant extra fees. A very nice young couple bought our old house and they were flexible, so we were lucky. We were able to move without additional expense. We will have been in this house for 2 years this coming May.

Shortly after the death of my in-laws, I stopped going to church. I wish I could say that difficulties made my faith stronger. I was just so tired, the situation at work was difficult, family situations were difficult, and I began to question my faith. Last summer, I hit rock bottom and became extremely depressed, the kind of depression that leaves you so paralyzed that just getting up to brush your teeth is a major accomplishment. I decided to see a therapist and I've been coming out of that depression. A lot of this was my own doing, for keeping things bottled up for years, and for trying to handle everything on my own and not communicating. Fortunately, I've always had a sense of humor and even at the worse times, that did not leave me. I've had some very good friends that have listened to me and helped me, particularly Susan, Allison, Patty and Cheryl. I love to joke around and laugh. I tend to have a self depreciating type of sense of humor at times. I'm lucky that my jasminelive female friends are intelligent, witty and for the most part, pretty laid back.

Now you can wake up.

My so called life

Something tells me that I've become a bit of a stick in the mud. You know there's something wrong with your life when you have a week off and the highlights are:

1. Taking the dog for a walk

2. Going to the UPS store to buy a box to mail some Christmas presents (yeah, you read that right) that never got mailed.

3. I can't think of anything else.

4. Actually I can, it's blogging, but I didn't want to say that because I haven't had anything to blog about.

You know you're in trouble when:

1. Your co-workers find you so desparate, they form an intervention and they invite you to a Bible study class. I started yesterday. It was good.

2. Your daughter thinks you need to get out more and plans an activity for you.

Bungalow dreams

I was reading As Old as You Feel today and he talked about a fantasy he has about living in a condo. I guess we all have had fantasies at one time or another about living somewhere else. One of my fantasies has been about living in a craftsman style bungalow. I've had this idea for several years now, but I'm married to someone that does not believe in "old" things. Everything must be new. When it becomes old, it is no longer any good, unless of course, it is his space hogging 1980's style stereo. It took me years to convince him to get rid of the gigundo Kenwood speakers. I had to bribe him with surround sound, but it was only after my brother-in-law had already had it installed that my husband realized it was a must have on his list.

So, where was I? Oh, yes, the bungalow. In my fantasy, I dream that I have found a small, old bungalow that needs to be restored. Of course I purchase it for a very good price and then lovingly restore it. It has a small front yard, and backyard that is just big enough for a small garden, one shade tree and a small lawn for a dog. When I finish my little bungalow, it has become the perfect picture of early 20th century quirkiness.

I'm not sure where this fantasy immerged from. It could be that these homes reminded me of the homes many of my relatives owned when I was a child. Indeed, my grandmother's summer home in Wildwood, New Jersey was a large turn of the century foursquare, where all of our family would stay for several weeks. We were just like the Kerrys and Kennedys, only we were Italian, poor, without sailboats, and with the top part of the house sometimes rented out to French-Canadian tourists. Or maybe I got the idea because my cousin bought a Sears kit home and I was insanely jealous. For whatever reason, I wanted my current house based solely on the fact that it was a craftsman revival, but without the craft.

So I continue to dream about my little house. I pour over American Bungalow magazine. I try to convince my friends that want to get out of the insurance business to go into the home restoration business. And during my periods of insomnia, you now know exactly what kind of cottage I am imagining in order to get to sleep.

Loose Ends

I watched "A Mighty Wind," last night which was directed by Christopher Guest. If you're familiar with Guest's parodies (such as "Waiting for Guffman" and "Best in Show") then you'll like the movie. In "A Mighty Wind" Guest spoofs the folk music of the 60's. Of course, you'll see the same cast appearing in this movie as in his other spoofs. It has lots of laughs. I really need to get all three of these movies on DVD.

While in Gainesville we stopped at Barnes & Noble and bought books. I don't know why I did this, except that they seemed to be calling me by name. I bought The Da Vinci Code (suppose to be a mystery, I hope it's a good one) and Lost Christianities (written by Bart D. Erhman, professor of religion from UNC).

My dog's blood test did not come out too good. His ALKP is 232 (the vet said the normal range is 23-212), along with the excessive water drinking, panting and swollen abdomen, it's not what I wanted to hear. He is going back in four weeks for an ACTH blood test. The vet said possible Cushings.