You think you really want to run your bear dogs on my land!

So I wake up this morning AGAIN to the dog barking like a maniac. Of couse I think there has to be something seriously wrong as he does not bark very often as it takes alot of energy to bark and he is basically a lazy dog. Once AGAIN those so called Bear Hunters are training their bear dogs to get the scent of a bear so for the few days that bear hunting season is open they are sure to tree a bear and shoot it. First let me say a few things;

I am NOT against hunting!
I am NOT against dogs! remember I AM the doggy daddy :)

I AM against hunting with bear dogs. First if you are so lame of a hunter that you need a dog to tell you where the bear is then stay home. These so called hunters take donuts and throw then in a field so the bear comes to eat them, and then in the morning the they let their dogs on the scent of the bear. Now I have lots of land so I am sure the bear wanders around my land. I am OK with the bear walking around, and actually do not mind them. My land is posted NO HUNTING!! as I do not want these irresponsible yahoos shooting up my yard. If you come to my front door, shake my hand, ask my permission I will give it to you to hunt. If you sneak around and shoot my signs I will prosecute you if I find you, and believe me I hear you in the woods then I am coming looking for you. Trust me you do not know my woods as good as I do!

So back to my bear dog episode..... So this dog shows up and decides she likes it here and wants to stay. She has a radio collar on so I want to take the radio collar off, drive the collar 3 states away with the dog and dump it somewhere cuz I am sick to death of these trailer trash people who have no land running their dogs on my land. But of course the wife with not let me call the owner, trap the dog (she was friendly and came right to me) or do anything else. So now what? Its 6 AM the mesquitos are biting me, my dog wants to hump this dog, and the wife is yelling at me. I AM NOT AMUSED. So finally I call the cops and ask them to call the dog officer, (I tell the cop not to call the dog officer that is also a fellow bear hunter with bear dogs), the cop says call the owner yourself, big help the cops are. ( I called the cops about a rapid porcupine that I had to eliminate last week and they told me not to worry about it, so long as it was dead, HELLLLLOOOOO, I killed it, yes its dead, but don't you want to test it?)

SO I called the stray bear dog owner, and tell him where I live and can you come get your dog. He shows up 10 minutes later and I express my thoughts to him that I do not appreciate his dogs running on my land (MY LAND) at 6 AM barking up a storm, and chasing a ficticious bear. His response to me was "Too F***ing Bad". So we argued and he said I outta call the cops and I expressed to him that I already did, at which time he ran to his truck, pointing his finger at me in the shape of a gun and expressing his opinion of me. He will not be back in my opinion and if he does come back, well he will have to deal with my wrath.....I am not pretty when I am mad ;)

So now I have a new cause to take up which I will tomorrow when town hall opens. I am going to work to ban hunting with bear dogs. Any idiot can follow a dog to a tree and shoot an animal out of a tree, hunting with bear dogs is not hunting. It's annoying to land owners to listen to the howl of a hunting dog and unfair to the poor bear lured by a dunkin donut.

I am not amused

There is no NASCAR today and I am not amused one bit, so now I have to occupy myself with other things else the wife will find things for me to do. Those things will involve weed-pulling (actually very theraputic-you should try it sometime), cutting fire wood (has to be done-but I am sick of buring wood), cutting the &*%#$%^*!~ lawn again (becuase it rains at just the right time), or finishing one of the 50 projects I have going on.

She is worried, and rightfully so, that I am going to get a job soon and be off to parts unknown and she will be left with half finished everything. I love to start projects, but they always take too long to finish em.

Oh yah, the never-ending job search. I have every iron know to man in the fire and I am waiting for the "right" opportunity to come flying out. As soon as I accept one position I will have 10 offers I know it. So I sits and I thinks, and I sits and I thinks some more, and what do I get, a headache, so I give up thinking and start another project.

While I have been unemployed, I have been in laundry conservation mode, so I only allow myself one pair or shorts per day, no undawear, no socks, no shirt, of course unless I have to go somewhere. See if I use alot of laundry I have to wash it and hang it out and take it in and fold it. There is a method to my madness.....

Oh ya I was on dog duty today too

So I washed the dog bed and all the dog stuffed animals and have them hanging on the line by their little stuffed animal ears. And now the dog has a foot infection so I have to wash it with antibiotic soap.

WELL, when he sees me coming with the washcloth, you would think I had the chainsaw in my hand to cut his feet off. Now mind you this is a 150 pound dog that is 'supposed' to be the best protector in the world. He shakes like a leaf when he sees me coming with the washcloth and hides and cringes like I am killing him.

Ahhhh, so much fun to be the doggy daddy :)

Didn't Mr. Morton say "when it rains it pours"?

As everyone in theworld knows I have been the most miserable person to be around as I have been looking for a new job. I go from pissed off when no-one acknowledges me to estactic when I get an interview.....Ahhhh the ups and downs.

So a job that I applied to way over a month ago finally calls me. I print out 20 pages of information, get up at 5 AM for an 11 AM interview to study and make sure I can answer every question thay can possibly throw at me, read , re-read, and research the company website looking to glean any morsel of information to give me an edge. 11 AM arrives, 11:01, 11:02, 11:03, 11:04, 11:05 FINALLY they call. I get asked about 3 easy questions, and I am told they have made up their mind, I am offered the job. OK! ALRIGHTY! Now I am psyched!!!

No sooner do I get off the with my new company that I am to be employed at, the phone begins to ring, e-mails begin pouring in. It seems that ALL of the jobs that I applied to a month ago have all of a sudden decided that I was just all that and want to interview me as I am a perfect fit for their organization and they seriously want to offer me a job.

NOW WHAT!!!!

So now I have a solid offer (bird in the hand) and about 10 fat birds in the bushes and I have unlimited ammo.

Am I any happier than I was 1 week ago, absolutely NOT. I am sure whatever decision I end up making I will second guess it for a long time.

Back to being a miserable so and so.

So you think you like job interviews

Today I had an in person interview that was 250 miles from my house round trip. YA 250 miles. So if I get the offer do you think I will commute, not on your life. I will have to live close to work and only come home on weekends. I am completely exhausted from the drive, the tension of the interview, and then the drive home. Sure I would love to work for this company except the pay sucks and I am overqualified. So if I get the offer it will be 40K less than I was making before.

Now the dilemma.....do I take a job for less money than I know I am worth cuz NOONE is offereing me another job, become self employed (2 offers on the table to do that), or hold out for the offer that will pay me what I know I am worth. HHHHMMMMMMM!!!!

I was not amused today and I am still not amused tonight. So now I am sitting home with the dog, having my second refreshing adult beverage feeling sorry for myself.

I need intellectual stimulation that will challenge me. Please someone offer me the job I know I can do and quit pulling my wings off.

Ok so yesterday it rained

Rain to me is like torture. I do not like to get wet and only shower because I would be socially unacceptable if I did not. Just for good measure it also hailed.... All I am thinking about is the garden that I have tenderly loved and am patiently waiting to produce something is being pulverized by the hail and the torrential rain. It is not supposed to be torrential downpours here. Anyway the weather cleared and I checked the garden and it was OK, but while it was raining I had some very choice words to say that I will not repeat here.

Now that it rained AGAIN, the grass will grow more. I have been waiting for it to die so I would not have to cut it. Just as it was starting to turn brown and I could retire the lawnmower, it rains again. Someone is out to get me, I just know it.