tiffany's spot

I'd like to congratulate all the people who have been Blogtobering, being that I pestered (and possibly threatened them) to do it, while I myself have skipped the first nine days. I'll go back and add them, I swear. Even if it's just pictures and frivolous nonsense. The funny thing is, our lives are busy, and I do have new things to blog about, so I best get at it.  I get that this isn't a real post. Posts about how there are no posts are cheating, but then again, so is backdating. I clearly have no shame. Love ya. 

All four of my kids started Judo this year. Our lives will never be the same.

I started a new job on October 1st. I am now, officially, a Personal Lines Renewal Clerk, and a grownup. I know I know, "what? You're not teaching?" It's a question I've fielded numerous times since the job announcement. No, I'm not teaching. I just don't want to anymore. Admitting it to myself has been a long and (sometimes) depressing road. Allowing myself to look for other things has been freeing. I'm at MIG Insurance here in town, and it's been 6 full work days since I started there, and I'm loving it! I love going to the same place each day, and having lovely coworkers, and sharing my desk with Baby Groot. There is so much to learn, and I make sure to tell my coworker/trainer each day that I'm scared so she'll go easy on me, but I suspect she likely would anyway. I also fully endorse the dress pants with the wide band across the top in lieu of buttons. The same pants I used to make fun of. They're lovely. I could ma...

2018. It's been 18 years since we were all convinced that the world was going to end. Remember that? Of course some of us worried slightly less and figured that if it was going to happen we may as well be drunk at a social when it did. That was a good night. And it was so so long ago. I don't know where the time has gone, really. Or if I've "changed and grown" enough to account for the passage of 18 years of legal adulthood. Things feel a little hopeless lately, to be honest. I know I know, lovely husband, nice family, house, car, fence. I have nothing to complain about besides a dose of healthy 1st world melancholy, but still. I worked for 7 whole weeks at a company here that makes and bends and welds things out of metal. Lots of farm machinery, some bus parts, this big grain conveyor/mulcher/feeder things for cows. I was on the paint line. I hung parts on a conveyor. I sometimes set up the racks for the parts. I jumped out from behind things and tried to sca...