Protected: this is where I drop off the face of the earth
Protected: in which I lose my cool…and at least one of my sons may have learned a lesson
It was a lovely day full of stars and stripes, hot dogs and brats, parades and fireworks.
If there’s one thing Emerald Citians love, its fireworks.
Like no place on earth…except for maybe Ukraine.
Suuuuure…all towns have their pyromaniacs…but Emerald Citians take it to a whole other level.
Its midnight…and its STILL booming outside…and the town fireworks show ended an HOUR ago!
This is the one time of the year I almost envy Maddie her hearing impairment. She is blissfully sawing logs, while the rest of us are sitting laying on our beds, trying desperately to block out the bang, bang, bang of our neighbors celebrating.
Actually its more than just a bang here and there. One particular firework shook the house not too long ago. I’m kind of concerned that someone may have gotten hurt…but I don’t hear any sirens, so I guess the fools are okay.
Thankfully, the REALLY bad offenders, aren’t at home this weekend. We have a couple of sets of neighbors who go all out on the Fourth. In years past, Shad has seen them at the neighborhood fireworks stand buying whole cartfuls of fireworks. Tonight their homes are dark…and so far there’s no sign that they’re anywhere around.
That’s a relief because SERIOUSLY…they are RIGHT across the street on BOTH sides. Its like Pop Goes the Fourth in stereo…without the orchestra.
Oh, but we did have music tonight!
The kids and I were standing out in the middle of our street watching the city’s fireworks display – because our town is small enough that we can do that. (We didn’t get to go to the fairgrounds for a closer look because Nick decided to get snarky this afternoon so he went to bed for the night at 5 p.m.) And in between booms we could hear the wonderful sound of the street dance. We only live a couple of blocks away from downtown Emerald City where they have the street dance and beer garden…but somehow in the six years we’ve been here, I’ve missed the concert.
Not this year.
In fact, I have the windows open and I can STILL hear the music.
Good thing the fireworks are keeping me awake. I’d be missing out on this band’s very creative version of ‘All My Ex’s Live in Texas.’ I know you ALL are incredibly jealous and wish you could be here to hear this great concert yourself.
I guess I’ll just have enjoy it myself…maybe you could join me next year. ;>)
Well…I survived. That’s saying something, isn’t it?
I managed to stumble my way through the week without losing my mind.
Sometimes its the small victories.
I have to admit I was a tad bit overwhelmed this week. Okay, ‘overwhelmed’ may be a bit strong – more like stressed. Actually, it wasn’t so much the job that bothered me…it was the fact that I wasn’t with the kids. After all, I had been with them 24/7 for the last 10 months…my DREAM job!
*Sigh*
And then there was the whole tired factor and the ‘My writing ability has completely abandoned me’ doubts. After all – it HAS been almost a year since I worked full time.
Isn’t it always like that? When you first start a new job you’re just a tad overwhelmed with the new job, responsibilities, self-doubts and trying to navigate your way through the new faces, bureaucracy and seeming chaos.
Its weird. I worked in this place for five years…I know all the players, but the politics are completely different.
And its going to take me awhile to catch up.
I’ll figure it out.
In the meantime, I’m considering making a change on here.
One of the things I don’t like about Blogger is the fact that I can’t make posts password protected. I don’t want to make the WHOLE blog private…just a post every now and then.
WordPress offers that option.
So here’s my dilemma…
Do I make a mirror site on WordPress where I can password protect some posts?
Or do I just up and move the whole thing to WordPress?
Here’s my reasoning…
Since we moved back to the Emerald City, I’ve been squeamish about posting. I have caught myself several times considering if I really want to blog that day knowing I may hear about it later at a ball game or the grocery store.
Its one thing to post about it when we’re half-way across the country…completely different when we’ve moved back into our old neighborhood.
Most of my readers are people I know and love…they’re people I would tell these stories to anyway. But there may be a few people out there, who I know, but don’t know that well. They undoubtedly know our kids and I’m not sure I want the kids stuff out there for everyone to read. Especially the tough stuff.
Ya know what I mean?
And then there’s the whole work-related stuff. I’m sorry, but sometimes I need to vent. No job is perfect and as much as I loved my old position and as much as I’m sure I’ll enjoy the new one…there ARE times when you just need to let out frustrations.
And I don’t want any of it to come back to haunt me.
AUGH!
What I really don’t want to do is to move this whole blog…AGAIN. Besides…I can’t even begin to fake that I understand anything about WordPress. But surely I could pull it off with tutoring from my WordPress friends.
So, here’s the question…
Should I move the whole thing…
Or should I provide a link over here for those lucky few many who would know the secret handshake to get in.
The floor is open.
Feel free to give me your two cents…but make sure you have exact change. I haven’t gotten my first paycheck yet! 
