My REAL Tree

This is my dear wife's fake tree. I have never had one. I usually go out and cut one down. Hmmmm reminds me of a funny story about a certain someone who wanting to look good for me in our dating years once wore stiletto boots and could not walk....Tee hee. Anyway I'm sure you can see this thing from space.This is My tree. I got it in protest. Kind of understated but majestic and festive (much like me). And yes for all of you perceptive types we have a MASSIVE fish tank. Why? You ask. Because Martha said so. Fish names are : Handsome Harry(big algae eating thing) Dozer(little algae eating thing) Larry, Curly and Moe, my tetras. Little Miss, Linda Carter, Mr. Big, Poopy McPoop pants, Madonna,T.S. and Elliot and a few I can't remember. Why did I just write this?

This is my boy Benson, a.k.a. Doodle Bug, Doodies, Nub Nub and of course NOOOO Bad boy. This is his expression after finding out it's too dark to go the Dog park.

Any way the good news for the day is that the company I have been working for has decided that they really like my work and believe I can take them "to the next level" So on Friday we will have a meeting to discuss whether I want the job, define said job and hammer out a salary. It feels really good, especially after the last two distasters where my end was kept up, but the company was talking out of both sides of thirer mouths. Special thanks to Mawta Bear, the rock upon witch I stand. For helping me everyday remember and belive that I was a person with lots to offer not just a commodity to be used and thrown away. I am conflicted a little because I miss the kids and the challenges of social work. However I still feel my heart is way too burdened to be very effective. Oh ya and by the way the Waterloo county DID implement my parallel program for youth with touretts!!! And I got ZERO credit. So to all the people I fought tooth and nail with, to implement a program based on self worth, celebration of small victories and self awareness. I TOLD YOU SO!!!!!!

Just venting sorry, it is very frustrating remembering all the political bull crap that they put me through when all I wanted was for those boys to succeed.

Davey