1. Does a background check, which ensures that they know everything about you.

2. Makes you go take a urinalysis so that you will learn how to be humiliated properly before you even set foot in the door.

3. Takes a picture of you for your security badge that makes you look like either a pumpkin, a ghost, or a smurf so that the security team can laugh at you each day you walk in the door.

Guess what happens when you don't post on your weblog for about a week... all your posts go away! Hehehe... rather entertaining this afternoon to be told that I only had one post listed on my blog. I went ahead and changed my prefs. to 30 days instead of 7, so I won't look like so much of a slacker.

Last week was a really tough week. I was on pins and needles waiting to find out if I was going to have a job this week or not. I had applied for a position at the company that I was contracted to because the position that I am currently doing was not in the headcount budget and I wasn't sure if I would get it or not. I finally got my interview on Thursday and was told that I was accepted for the position on Friday, which was really awsome. On the same token, it was a sad week as well because two people that I really like and cared about got laid off last week, and another person that I really liked got laid off from the company I am leaving this week. I really hate seeing that happening, and it's hard for me to be positive and upbeat about the fact that I have a new job.

My horses are doing great. My honey and I are riding on the weekends now, which is great since it means that both of my horses are getting worked instead of just the one... not to mention the fact that he likes riding almost as much as I do.

I'm finally getting some things done around my place. I should hopefully have some more fencing up within the next two weeks so that I can finally do some landscaping. Once that is done, we'll be planting grass seed and putting up some walls at the back of my garage so that I have a temporary barn until I can afford to build the real one. I finally feel like I'm making progress on my property, and it's all thanks to my guy. :)

Oke, enough for now... gotta get some rest before tomorrow.

picking your nose, your car is not as private as you like to think.

This is such sad news. There is nothing more upsetting in the horse world than to hear of a barn going up in flames, espeically when none of the 22 horses that were inside got out of the barn. What a horrible way for them to die.

Since I haven't had one of those goofy "what sort of tests are you" things on my page lately, figured it was time to do one more. :)

Description: picking the right pair of clothing to wash so that you find a pile of cash after the washer/dryer is complete.

ex: I won $25 dollars in the Laundry Lottery today! Woo hoo!

Damn, I'm pathetic.

I know that there are a lot of people that find Barry White to be, uh, "in the mood" music. Looks like it's time to find out if other creatures on the planet find his music to have that sort of impact as well.

Best line of the article: "But if we have to, we'll get an underwater speaker and do it that way," Sutherland said."

In a forum that I hang out in, I have been having some *interesting* (for lack of a better term) discussions about politics, religion, etc. I try to keep an open mind and listen to what people have to say. I may not always agree with what they had to say, but I can at least listen to what they say.

Lately, I've been... I don't know, surprised/shocked/dismayed at some of the generalizations that are being made by some of my friends. I know that I'm not a perfect person, and I've never claimed to be... but it urks me to no end when I hear people stereotypying others.

So what exactly does it mean to stereotype someone? Well, according to dictionary.com, stereotype is to have a conventional, formulaic, and oversimplified conception, opinion, or image. To me, I think it is an *easy* way to put someone in a catagory so that you don't have to take the time to get to know who that person is and what their life is about. It's a way to have a narrow minded view of the world so that you can keep the barriers up between yourself and others. There's no point in finding out about that person, right? You already know *everything* about them because they are (insert stereotype here).

Having had this happen to me, and by someone who I thought cared about me, was one of the most impactful experiences I have had in my life. An ex of mine and I were trying for the same position in a department, and I was more qualified than he was. I ended up getting the position. His response to this was that the reason why I got the position was because I was a woman. Hmm... so lets see: had nothing to do with the fact that I was more qualified. It was because I was a woman, so I was either sleeping my way to the top or I was filling a quota somewhere. How flattering.

I constantly have to battle this "impression" no matter where I am. To those people that like to stereotype me, there is no way that I should be in the positions that I get to. Throw out the fact that I work my ass off whenever I get into a position and do the best job that I possibly can because that's my work ethic. That's not important. Never mind the fact that the boss appreciates the work that I do because I make him look good because the work gets done. Oh no, he likes me because I must be doing, well, you know with him.

I guess that what I have been trying to say is that if the people that made these assumptions would have just taken a moment to really get to know who I am, then they would have known that the above stereotype wasn't true. However, because they didn't take the time to do that, they short changed themselves by not getting to know a really great person.

than driving over a bridge and having the truck bounce up and down in time to the song you are listening to on the radio... without hydralics!

Now this is something Reiny would do.

Via Fark.

So it's a friday night, and me being the luser I am, I'm sitting at home watching TV. As I'm flipping channels, I put on the USA Network and was rather shocked to see two guys dressed in bondage gear on a tennis court. After a few minutes of snickering on my part, especially after I found out that the two guys were "pee wee herman" and "marv albert", the announcer said that I, the luser viewer, get to pick which one of them gets to take a tennis ball up the behind.

Gotta love what is on TV on friday nights. And it's not even skinimax!

The other night, TLC had a show on called World Trade Center: Anatomy of the Collapse. I was of mixed feelings about watching this show, but I decided to watch it anyway. I have always been interested in shows like this, where they explain what causes things like this to happen.

It was sort of like pulling a scab off a wound and finding that it's still a little raw underneath. I've been careful up till now to not watch the videos of it happening, so seeing it again after the last couple of months was painful... it still brought tears to my eyes. However, in a way, it was a healing experience for me as well.

I'd recommend that you watch this show. It was fascinating to learn about the history of the buildings and the design process that they went through. It was also sad to watch the designer of the buildings as he discussed them... you could see how devastated he felt about the buildings collapsing. The show settled my morbid curiosity as to why the buildings collapsed at all.

Yesh, it's crazy how quickly time has passed over the last couple of days. Mom and I went riding on Sunday out at place that isn't far from our house and had a great time. Ms. Glori tripped really bad at one point and went down on her knees and I almost went off, but she somehow managed to get back up without going down completely. It amazes me how they are able to pull themselves up without falling all the way down.

My mom's and mine relationship had gotten a little strained over a difference of opinion, so it was a good thing that it was just us riding on Sunday. We got a chance to talk things out and we are back to our easy relationship. I was pretty happy overall anyway because I got to haul my own horse this time instead of relying on my mom to pick me up. My truck was due for some work, so I hadn't been hauling my horses for about 3 months. Having to rely on someone else to pick you up can be frustrating after a while, especially when you have to unload all of your tack out of the trailer!

My honey surprised me on Sunday night by coming into town, so I got to spend some quality time with him, which was wonderful. Let it be said that I always manage to find the ones that aren't always in town to date. Guess I really must like the time apart. Ah well, at least it's a lot of fun when we see each other after being apart. ;)

I had to take one of my barn cats in to get her spayed. She wasn't old enough to be spayed when I adopted her, unfortunately, so I had to pay to get it done. I've been playing nursemaid with her for the last couple of nights, since she can't stay out in the barn right now because the dog is in there (she's in heat). It's not to bad of a problem, since I love my cats, but Foxy is really damn noisy. She meows alllll the time and it drives me crazy. This is definetly going to be the longest 10 days of my life. Ah well, at least I won't be hip deep in kittens.

I'm done with my CIW classes (Woohoo!). The only thing left for me to do at this point is to take the actual tests and my A+ class, then I will be all done! Finally! I really need to get working on my site now and do more with it... it's pretty blah right now.

Ok, enough for now. Gonna go out and take a look at some sites so I can get more ideas of what I want to do with mine. :)

I'm sorry that I havn't posted much lately. I've been going to class and I've been too tired to post anything. I'll post more of what has been going on later tonight.