Dough, a dear dilemma...

Fa, a long long way to go...

Well I left you on the cusp of Dash and I making up. Even though he and I have agreed that we would endeavor to communicate much more better (yes I meant to type it like that) where the Bug is concerned, that not only should the rules be upheld with a fair amount of consistency as well as her good deeds being rewarded and positively reinforced, and that we shall hold all discussions of a decisive nature behind closed doors until such times as a compromise can be reached the two of them still cannot get along.

I didn't exactly expect it to work overnight. I think Bug has it in her head that I am her female co-conspirator and because I empathize with her plight and discuss with her ways to handle their relationship that I have taken her side. So night before last I put my foot down with both of them. I said,"Until further notice he (Dash) is your parent. Any and all requests must be made to him and through him. I'm tired of being stuck in the middle. I resign as a parental unit until such time as the two of you can get along because I refuse to give either of you up." Figuratively I have just locked the two children in a room and told them to work it out on their own.

Last night they said they worked it out over a father, daughter dinner. I'm laughing, do they really think I'm going to believe that in one night in less than an hour they are completely harmonious? I'm going to reserve judgment for a while because seeing is believing.

Me a name I call myself...

Turning our attention to our careers, let's see at 3 weeks in my new post at RCI I was written up for making a sell to a woman with a stolen credit card and costing the company $500.

At 4 weeks we attended the company Christmas party ~ it kind of sucked. $35 for 2 dinners 2 hours late, dessert not enough portion size and another hour late, 2 beers for $15 (non-import) no dancing and one migraine headache later. However I have decided while I am still waiting for the real work to begin that this is most definitely my new and absolute favoritest dysfunctional family ~ I certainly belong with these people.

Ray a drop of golden sun...

5 Golden weeks and the company's restructuring has me looking at a promotion and a raise by month 5, but it's up to me to make a choice between promotion to team leader or $2k a month raise. Written out like that it would seem like the choice should be clear but it isn't because...

Dash has passed his written exam and is now in the paper chase process of the next stage of a career shift that could have us literally moving to a part of Canada that has no roads inside a year.

So, a needle pulling thread...

By unanimous family decision Christmas has been canceled this year, I was doing my best Bah humbug impression but my carefree demeanor has begun to slip. I am warming to the everyday snow showers. I LOVE SNOW!!! And though I promised no tree on my birthday (12 days before Christmas ~ a tradition I have not skipped once in my 34 years) or decorations I have begun to notice a downward spiral in my spirit.

I don't know if it's the lack of intimacy of late that is a direction correlation to Dash's work related stress and my 10 day flu outbreak or my voluntary suppression of my favorite holiday and all it's tinsel goodness. It could be money stress, which by the way was the main reason I opted out of this holiday hassle or it could possibly be a sign of PMS but I am rapidly sinking into a funk I fear will be a repeat of last year. Sigh!

And that would bring us back to doh!