Fish don't fry in the kitchen; Beans don't burn on the grill!

That's right, we are moving on up. Or maybe I should say, we are moving on down--down to Waco that is. So much has been happening lately. Phil has accepted a position of CFO with a company called Packless Industries in Waco. They manufacture refrigeration coils. Several weeks ago, he was cold called about the job, spoke with them on the phone and then went on an interview. They were really impressed with him and offered him the job last Monday. After lots of talking, crying and soul searching, and talking to the real estate agent about the possibility of selling our house, he accepted the job. He starts on April 7 and James and I will go down as soon as we sell the house. Our real estate agent doesn't think it will be horrible because we have a pool, new air conditioner and new pool pump. So, unfortunately we will not longer be on the way to many places but will still be available for visits.
I will write more as I know; things are really crazy here.

He feels a touch.

Once again, we are quoting from the world of freshman composition. The world that brings so much wisdom to us, not to mention hours of enjoyable reading. Sometimes you just have to wonder what they are thinking. A student wrote a paper about every geek's dream. That's right, it was about a girl, a real girl, not an inflatable girl, talking to him. He used the words "fire" and "neurons" in most of the sentences in what can only be described as interchangeable. Why am I telling you this you might ask? Well, I have said it once and I will say it again--they are the future of our country and one day they will be using us for fuel. "Soylent Green" is people!!! That's right, they have reduced me to quoting Charlton Heston. Oh what dark times are these...

On my last post, someone commented annonymously. At first, I thought it was my friend Shelly cause she called me Gimpy during my last surgery. But I noticed she had already posted a comment. Then I thought maybe Julie because just the day before we had been talking about the "if I won a million dollars." But then I decided that she would not say "Love Ya." So now, I am left to wonder. And you know that I tend to be a bit paranoid. So, if you are out there, I can't guess who. Please fess up. I can't tell you how many times I have had the million dollar discussion--let's face it, we all have it with all of our friends. Besides, if I know who you are, I might have something good to say about you.

I guess that I shall close here for today. I am running out of things to say the closer it gets to 5 pm.

I think it is just your jammy's...

At least that is what I think she said at 11pm after shoulder surgery. Of course, I was on a lot of pain meds. After all, I had a Mumfords Acromioplasty at 3:30 that afternoon. That is where they take out part of the clavical (1/4 inch off the end) and take a bone spur off the shoulder. Well, it wasn't the p.j.s. I developed an allergic reaction to Hydrocodone. After all I have done for that medicine, the many surgeries, mini-freakouts followed by the obligatory stress headache, not to mention all of the times they could not find my appendix but sent me home with meds anyway. You would have thought it would have treated me better. But hives in the middle of the night, that is just cruel. Luckily, my knight in shining armour (Phil) valiantly called the dr and promptly got me another prescription. Darvocet to the rescue.
I know you are wondering where I have been. Well, in the days preceeding the surgery it very difficult to type so this just sort of fell to the wayside as I tried to keep up with my job. And any of you who know me, know how hard and demanding my job can be. I mean only last friday, I only had a two hour lunch and the UC was out of donuts. Can you imagine the horrors that I face one a daily basis?
Alot has been going on lately. Phil and I celebrated our 14th anniversary on Jan 15. I was just chatting with a stoodent and I said that 14 years ago I was moving to Phoenix and she asked if I had ever moved back. I didn't know what to say so I said no, I still live there. Then she asked if I commuted everyday. When I responded Phoenix Arizona, she just say ya. She needs to be an entry in my upcoming book "There is no shame in not going to college." Of course that will be after my prize winning self help book "Husbands: The Real Baby of the Family." I used a colon so that it would sound scholarly and you are welcome. Another student ask if she could pass a class without taking it. I said no you pretty much have to take classes to pass them and she just looked confused. But then she left and that is all I really care about.
Yesterday, I wrote my prospectus--well really it is just a prosp cause it isn't complete enough to get the whole word. Then I sent it to the chair of my committee and I forgot to attach it to the email, so I guess that I really did not send it. I thought that was just about perfect. I hope that this does not foreshadow the up coming thesis hill that I must climb, minus my own sherpa!!
Well, I shall close here for the day. I am sorry that so many of you have felt the pain of my absence, but each new day brings new hope.
P.S. I am sorry for any errors you find.