Has anyone else noticed, or paid attention to, the number of commercials on television that promote prescription drugs?  It seems to be a thriving business.  And the most advertised drugs are either for a.) a sleep disorder, which tells me that there are a gazillion people out there not sleeping, or b.) Male enhancement, which seems to be a huge business (uh, sorry … no pun intended).

I love the disclaimers for side effects that these companies are required to disclose. The sleeping aids may cause dizziness, drowsiness or (and this may come as a shock) … Sleep!  Hmmm … wonder if the FDA knew about this when they approved the drug. 

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and we’ll be going over to Tom’s nephew’s house.  I suppose the good part is that I won’t have to spend the day cooking and cleaning while everybody else sits around and enjoys themselves … which is what I learned over the summer with our BBQ get-togethers.  I did all of the cooking & cleaning and not once, with the exception of one person, did anybody offer to help.  No “Can I bring anything?”… No “Can I help cook?” or “Hey, you did all the cooking, let us clean up!” … not even “Can we help clean up?”

Our “little” Angel-dog came home from the vet yesterday after having her female reproductive organs ripped out and spending the night there (okay, they weren’t actually “ripped” out but I know from experience that that’s exactly what it feels like).  We also had her micro-chipped and now I have to wonder … how do you know if there really is a micro-chip in there?

It’s amazing that this year is almost gone.  December is almost here and along with it, all of the parties, the food, the presents … everything that makes the end of the year so much fun.  Tom has to travel to the different jobsites and regional offices for their Christmas parties and he actually let me know the date of the main office party here (far enough in advance that I have time to plan … I usually find out these things a day or two before they happen).  Now the real test will be to see if he remembers my birthday! 

I’ll get back to ya on that one.

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday.  More than birthdays, more than Christmas, more than Easter or Halloween or Secretary's Day or any of the hundreds of other holidays celebrated around the world.

Thanksgiving has always been about being together, family and friends, strangers and soon-to-be-friends. It's not about presents, it's not about who can out-give who, it's not even really about food and who can fall asleep first after gorging themselves on the twenty-foot buffet and fifty pound turkey.

I remember the Thanksgivings where there was always room for "one more" no matter how broke we were or how small the turkey was; I remember the Thanksgivings of playing street football and running through the brisk Autumn air, our noses and ears turning red, our fingers so stiff and cold we dropped the football more often than we caught it; I remember laughing with the abandon of a child as we jumped into the piles of leaves, knowing full well that we were going to have to rake them up the next day.

I wish I could instill the same happiness and feelings of love and warmth that those Thanksgivings invoke in me on the people around me now.  Even though I know it will be a nice day, there's an emptiness in my heart, a little hole that wants so much to bring back those Thanksgivings of years ago.

If I could have one more day with the people I've lost, it would be a Thanksgiving day. 

I know I can't, of course.  But I can give thanks that I had them for the short time I did ... and I can make my heart happy in the thought that they too remember the days of football and leaves, the Autumn chill, the laughter ... and the love.

Have I mentioned that Tom's son is moving from New York to Texas?  And the other son is moving from Texas to Colorado? Of course, it's a known fact that Michelle wants to move out of Vegas and hopeully that will happen someday.  It's kind of like musical chairs with our kids ... we never know where they may be at one time or the other.

Anyway, the one son is currently in the process of moving to Texas and is looking for a house. His wife and 2-year old son are still in New York until their house there closes escrow.  In the meantime, they fly out here every few weeks which is what they're doing this weekend.

And they need a babysitter so the "adults" can go on a house-hunting-preschool-daycare-excursion.  Which will explain my absence over the next four days as we are leaving this afternoon for Austin.

When Tom asked me if I wanted to go someplace for the weekend, I said "Sure!" Little did I know it wasn't for a romantic, four-day getaway.

Well, the interview yesterday went well.  I left with the feeling that they would make an offer, so when they called last night at 6:30 it wasn't a huge surprise.  It seems to be a good company ... family owned, mid-size as far as number of employees and average contract amount, medical benefits (no 401K or retirement plans), decent salary for the area ... commute sucks (figure at least an hour each way with traffic) and they want me to start now. Today. Yesterday if possible.

Several years ago ... let's say about four years because that's what it was ... after I left the restaurant business and before I moved to Maine, I interviewed with a small contractor in Fresno.  It was a family owned business, decent salary, etc., etc., and after much deliberation, weighing the pros and cons, convincing myself if was the right thing to do in spite of serious reservations, I took the job.

It was the worst employment decision I've ever made.  I stayed there a year.  It was one of the most miserable years I can remember. When it was over, I promised myself I would never again dismiss my initial feelings and when my intuition knocked me upside the head with a resounding "RUN the other way ... NOW!", I would pay attention.

Luckily I'm not in the same position I was when I took the job in Fresno.  At that time, I needed a job and there were no options.

Last night after a lengthy discussion with Tom (and finally hearing some of the answers I've needed to hear), weighing all of the options, and realizing that if I was feeling so hesitant there must be a reason, I called them back and turned down the offer.

In my old age, I've realized that it's not only when opportunity knocks that you need to pay attention.  It's also when intuition slaps you that you need to look both ways before crossing that street because the dog coming down the street just may be a Greyhound ...

BUS.

Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I'm still here.

Kids are gone ... they were actually only in the area for three days (long drive for such a short stay, in my opinion ... but then that's exactly what that is. My opinion). At least I got to spend one whole day with Michelle, The Monkey and The Bean.  They went to the zoo on Friday, we all met for dinner Friday night, and they took off Saturday morning.

Short and sweet.  And I miss them already.  Someday, maybe, either we'll live closer or my son-in-law will agree to take a handful of sedatives so we can get him on a plane. Yeah. Right.

Anyway, they are back home and things are back to normal around here. 

I finally reactivated my resume on Monster and have received a few phone calls.  Unfortunately, most of them are looking for Controller positions, which I never want to do again ... one of those "been-there-done-that-thanks-but-no-thanks-I'll-pass-thank-you-very-much" type jobs.  At this point in life, I just don't want the headaches and sleepless nights that go along with a top management position.  One person full of stress in the house is quite enough.

Worker-bee is just fine with me.  And I have an interview today for just such a position.  They actually called me to interview for Controller and when I told them that I, truthfully, had no desire to do that again, they said they had just fired the AP person that morning ... would I be interested in that?  Wull, sho-ore! Maybe.

Of course my main concern is benefits.  Salary isn't too much of an issue but if they don't offer any benefits, it doesn't matter how much they want to pay.  And then there's the commute, since I really have no idea where I'm going yet!  I suppose I should look at Mapquest or Google ... The drive alone may determine the outcome.

I'll leave a trail of breadcrumbs and if you don't hear from me soon, someone please come find me!

"Wow!  Monkey, look at that!"

The Monkey ran out, eyes wide, arms flung up wards, a smile that went forever.  She ran in circles, she lay down and rolled over and over, she picked up handfuls and with a shout of glee, threw them into the wind.  She chased Angel, kicking these new featherweight, colorful toys into the air as she ran. Angel chased her and she rolled on the ground in a burst of giggles.

The Bean followed at a distance, at first reluctant to venture beyond the safety of the solid concrete beneath her feet.  Once she realized that this new texture was softer and the crunching and crinkling sound did not hurt, she too was unstoppable.

When the wind blew stronger, they both stood with their arms spread, gazing in wonder as they were showered in the falling debris of ...

Leaves.

Those kids have got to get out of Vegas!

"Leaving Saturday. Driving. Be there Tuesday."
"Changed to Thursday. Looking into taking the train. Looks like Saturday."
"Maybe Friday. Thinking of renting an RV. Puts us there probably Monday."
"Probably Saturday. Now we're driving. Three days ... see you Tuesday."
"Might not be until Sunday. Back to the RV idea."
"Yep, renting an RV. We have a trucker-friend coming with us. He's driving ... straight through. Leaving Sunday morning so we'll see you Monday or Tuesday."

  When I didn't hear anything Sunday, I called her on Monday morning.

"Where are you?"
"Uh, in our driveway. We're leaving right now!"

  When Tom asked me when the kids would be here, my answer was "Don't have a clue.  I'll know when they pull up in front of the house.  I'm not holding my breath until then."

  They were in New Mexico last night when Michelle called around 9:00, and she said they planned to keep driving until around midnight.  If that happened, they should be somewhere close to Texas this morning and should be here sometime tonight.

  Of course, IF my son-in-law would get on an airplane, they would have been here already;
  IF he would get on a plane, they wouldn't have to drive for two or three days;
  IF he would get on a plane, that insane series of confusing decisions wouldn't have been such an insane series of confusing decisions;

  and IF he would get on a plane, there wouldn't be the problem of where in hell are they going to park a 40-foot RV??

I had something all ready to post and then I visited the Featured Subscriber Blog for today ...  "Machines and Me" ... and found this much more humorous:

I know there are a lot of people out there who appreciate modern art.  I appreciate modern art ... if I know what I'm looking at.  It's the stuff that makes absolutely no sense to me that I find difficult to appreciate.

Like an unfinished wooden chair.  Nothing else. Just the chair. Roped off, just like the other pieces of art.  Or a wooden box, painted green, sitting in the middle of the floor.  Different artists. Both titled "Untitled".

So. What am I missing?  And how do these artists manage to get their pieces of "art" into a show at the Museum of Modern Art? 

Granted, there were a couple of interesting, intriguing pieces ... the ladder that seemed to wind it's way to the stars, the huge canvas with the jar of olives splattered in one corner ... but for the most part, I saw nothing that I would make space for in my house.

The trip did however, manage to ignite my creative side and it may even spark a renewed interest in picking up the old paint brushes since I have several unfinished canvases laying around.

Then again, maybe I should leave them as they are and make another trip to the Museum.  I could show my creativity by naming them something other than "Untitled" ... "Unfinished" touches a chord, don't you think?

I just wish I still had the various pieces of unfinished furniture I've had at one time or the other.  Had I known they might be priceless museum pieces, I never would have sold them at garage sales.

Pets become an important part of the family, especially after children are grown and gone.  Pets seem to take you back to the days when you awoke to the pitter-patter of little feet running down the hallway and the inevitable lunge into the middle of the bed.

At least that's how it feels around here with our 50-pound-four-legged-golden-haired-bundle of energy. 

Angel was finally allowed on the bed one Saturday morning and has since decided that this must be a morning ritual.  I did manage to win the argument of where she sleeps at night, but first thing in the morning I now wake to a cold, wet nose, wiggling rear end and sloppy-wet-doggy-kisses. Of course, Sarah-the-cat is already there, purring loudly and nudging my hand for her morning petting.

These two have become our "children" (don't worry, Michelle ... you still get the jewelery!) which is why, when one of them is sick or hurt, we worry.  So when a wart-looking lump appeared on Angel's nose, seemingly overnight, and our first thought was cancer (OMG! Our-little-girl-is-going-to-die-type-cancer!), a visit to the vet became a priority.

The doctor looked at her nose yesterday and then asked if she has been scratching a lot, particularly her feet, ears and face.  Well, yes she has ... in fact, she somehow manages to get her entire foot in her mouth, sometimes all the way up to the "elbow" ... lately her scratching has been driving me crazy (her collar comes off at night so I don't have to listen to the clink-clank-clink of the tags when she scratches) and there are no fleas.  I've been threatening to get some sheep dip.

"No, no need. She has allergies. Very common with Labs and for some reason, Golden Labs in particular. Not so much for black Labs.  Give her Benedryl. Over the counter, made-for-people-but-dogs-can-take-it-too Benedryl."

*sigh* Allergies.

What's she allergic to?  Dog hair?