Generic Update
She LIVES!
Shithead's leg is fine now, slightly atrophied from being in the splint for weeks but otherwise functional. She's back to her regular punkass self, now with added mouse killing skills.
Had two weeks of vacation, which was welcome. Spent a few days of that camping at Horse Creek Hot Springs, which is way the hell up in the mountains just barely over the Idaho border. Lovely hot spring, lovely setting, and the experience led me to realize that there are two types of people who camp: Those who want to be closer to nature and enjoy the outdoors, and those who are getting away from town so that they can be obnoxious as hell and nobody can call the cops.
Work has been... well. It's work. I don't hate it, but I don't love it right at the moment. I still like my boss and my coworkers, though it seems that when my boss is gone, us remaining three hardly say anything to each other all day long. We email each other a lot, though. Good little geeks.
My main gripe with work right now is that my pay is a pittance, and I'm now actively seeking other employment so that I can hold all the cards when I go to ask for a raise. I don't want to quit this job, but we can't afford for me to continue making this little $$. Mr. Ivy can make up the gap by working more OT, but I'd rather he not run himself into the ground more than he already does so that I can stay at the current place.
The kid is awesome. Among other imaginary associates, she has a group of babies that she takes care of and their names are Emily (after her cousin), Patrick (from Spongebob), Smoovie (she's trying to say smoothie; evidently it sounds like a nice name to her), and Hannah Montana Girl (dear god, WHO HAS TOLD MY DAUGHTER ABOUT HANNAH MONTANA?!). The kid is loving the farm life; she loves to pick strawberries and gather eggs and can tell you every plant that's growing in the garden and which parts of it are good to eat. She is also coming up with new and interesting threats. A couple of days ago she was getting tired of some math-type questions Mr. Ivy was asking. She said to him "Dad, you are hurting my brain. I am going to throw up if you don't stop. Do you WANT me to throw up?!" Other neat kid tricks: She is reading and writing very well for a four year old. She loves to write letters to my sister; she'll tell me what she wants to say, and I'll help her sound it out so she can write it down. She'll draw an accompanying picture that is usually her and Aunt Crys and the two little cousins, all as flowers, and all with ears and earrings. Her earrings are always the fanciest.
Shithead's leg is fine now, slightly atrophied from being in the splint for weeks but otherwise functional. She's back to her regular punkass self, now with added mouse killing skills.
Had two weeks of vacation, which was welcome. Spent a few days of that camping at Horse Creek Hot Springs, which is way the hell up in the mountains just barely over the Idaho border. Lovely hot spring, lovely setting, and the experience led me to realize that there are two types of people who camp: Those who want to be closer to nature and enjoy the outdoors, and those who are getting away from town so that they can be obnoxious as hell and nobody can call the cops.
Work has been... well. It's work. I don't hate it, but I don't love it right at the moment. I still like my boss and my coworkers, though it seems that when my boss is gone, us remaining three hardly say anything to each other all day long. We email each other a lot, though. Good little geeks.
My main gripe with work right now is that my pay is a pittance, and I'm now actively seeking other employment so that I can hold all the cards when I go to ask for a raise. I don't want to quit this job, but we can't afford for me to continue making this little $$. Mr. Ivy can make up the gap by working more OT, but I'd rather he not run himself into the ground more than he already does so that I can stay at the current place.
The kid is awesome. Among other imaginary associates, she has a group of babies that she takes care of and their names are Emily (after her cousin), Patrick (from Spongebob), Smoovie (she's trying to say smoothie; evidently it sounds like a nice name to her), and Hannah Montana Girl (dear god, WHO HAS TOLD MY DAUGHTER ABOUT HANNAH MONTANA?!). The kid is loving the farm life; she loves to pick strawberries and gather eggs and can tell you every plant that's growing in the garden and which parts of it are good to eat. She is also coming up with new and interesting threats. A couple of days ago she was getting tired of some math-type questions Mr. Ivy was asking. She said to him "Dad, you are hurting my brain. I am going to throw up if you don't stop. Do you WANT me to throw up?!" Other neat kid tricks: She is reading and writing very well for a four year old. She loves to write letters to my sister; she'll tell me what she wants to say, and I'll help her sound it out so she can write it down. She'll draw an accompanying picture that is usually her and Aunt Crys and the two little cousins, all as flowers, and all with ears and earrings. Her earrings are always the fanciest.