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Friday, March 17, 2006


Happy St. Patricks day all!

( I got it right this time Rhonda- I swear!)

In honor of the day, I'm typing in green. Seems like the thing to do, ya know? Anyway, had a semi-restful day yesterday. Just cleaned up a little, chatted with Jude for a bit ( Thanks Sweetie!) and read a book. I need that after this past week! Today I have to go with Mom for her biopsy. She's having the simple "needle" procedure, so it only will take about an hour, and she has local anesthesia, instead of the kind I had. Which means she'll probably be fine right after. But they insist that someone brings/takes you home, so I'm on "driver" detail today. She should be fine, and I don't think this will amount to anything serious. But after what I went through, her dr's all agreed it's better to be safe than sorry. So I'll spend a couple of hours sitting around the surgery center today, with one of my books and I-pod for company.

We got a bit of a surprise yesterday: Hubby got a raise! ( can I get a WOO HOO?!) This is the 4th raise his boss has given him in the last year or so ( about $4/hr total!) . I swear- I was so shocked! I just looked at his check and went"Yeah BABY!". His boss is a great guy though, and I told hubby that I was going to go down and give his boss a big kiss! ( Not that I would ACTUALLY do that- but I thought about it!) It's so funny- when Jon was first offered this job, I was 8 months pregnant with Kimmie. And I was really against him taking it. He had worked for the same man( on and off) for 10 years. The man that lent him the money ( almost $1000) to get his Surveyors license. And he was going to "jump-ship" and go to this new, upstart company. With me pregnant ( and the hormones involved!), and us still coming out of the mess of Jon being layed off for almost 2 years in there. I really fought it. But Jon said the guy was good- young and eager- and he thought is was the right move. So I said ok, and I crossed my fingers.
Let me 'splain a little about surveyors. They usually work in 2-3 man crews. One party chief ( Jon is one, he draws the site, makes the calculations, and is in charge of the job) a rodman( A kind of "go-fer"), and ( if it's a 3-man crew) an "instrument" man( He's the one you see staring through that gizmo on the tripod on the side of the road). If it's a 2-man crew, the rodman/instrument man jobs are combined. And there's maybe 1-2 draftsmen in the office, and then office staff. Or that's what this company started with: 2 crews, 2 draftsmen ( of which Jon's boss was one!) and a secretary. Now they have 8 crews, 7 draftsmen, and an office staff of about 10! I used to know everyone there, as I went by the office on occasion. Now when I go, I see a crowd! They've taken over an entire floor of the building they work out of, when back when Jon started, they had one small office in the corner! And Jon has a big, shiny Ford F150 with the big cab that he gets to drive! (Some in the office get pissed, cause Jon always gets the "new truck"). But Jon gets all the big, complicated jobs, since he is the other only licensed surveyor in the company ( his boss is the other one). You now, the "P.I.T.A." Jobs. Like surveying a darn swamp someone wants to turn into a massive condo/business complex or such! Maybe that's why when Jon wants to take time off, his boss gets his knickers in a twist. No one else wants/can do the jobs! But hey- Job security and all that!

Ok, I kind of went off on a little tangent there, sorry! But now you have an idea of what he does. A lot of people ask me that, since you see surveyors all around, but you don't know what the heck they're doing. And when I mention that Hubby got the cops called on him( by neighbors that think he's a thief/trespassing!) you'll understand. ( btw- he is allowed by law to go wherever he has to, property-wise, in the "performance of his job") Most of the local police know him on sight now, which is also hard to explain sometimes lol!

Well, I'd better get off this thing and go pick up Mom for her little adventure. I'll come back later, and let you all know how it went. In the meantime, here's you weekly giggle!:
One day, a lady arrived home to find a note had been hand-delivered through the front door, the contents reading as follows:

To My Dear Wife,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, with your 54 years, can no longer supply. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife.
Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel.
Please don't be perturbed - I shall be back home before midnight.

When the man arrived home, he found the following letter on the dining room table:

My Dear Husband, I received your note and thank you for your honesty.
I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old. At the same time I would like to inform you that, while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, my tennis coach who, like your secretary, is also 18 years old.

As a successful businessman and with your excellent knowledge of maths, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one minor difference.
18 goes into 54 alot more times than 54 goes into 18.

Therefore, I will not be back before lunchtime tomorrow.

Happy St. Pat's to you all, and have a great day!
Have a Guinness on me ;-)

Peace and Love, KC!

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