Try, try again
So this conceiving thing is actually making me nervous. Even though I think we timed it right last month (the first month we stopped using protection), it was no go. My best friend, however, called and told me that she is 5 weeks pregnant. It happened right away for her, the first month.

I'm so happy for her, but at the same time really really want the same thing for myself and I'm going to drive myself nuts if it takes me a long time to get pregnant.

One, two, three, four, I declare heat war
So it's definitely fall now. Highs have dropped from the upper 80's here to the upper 60's, and won't recover much until next spring (a few more days here and there of warmer sunshine, but that's it). Now that the ouside is getting down into the 40's at night, the house temperature is also dropping.

What all this means, is that it is thermostat war season. I generally lose all battles until mid-October, at which point I win the right to actually turn the heat ON (maybe sooner this year, with these temperatures). This means I will be freezing my ass off in the house until mid-October, since today, a warmish day, had the house at a whopping 67 degrees at 7 pm. Hoo-fucking-ray.

But! We're not done yet! Because after I manage to convince C. that one more day of me without heat will be more painful to him than actually paying the energy bill, that is when the thermostat war starts in earnest. If he had his way, C. would keep the house at around, oh.....60 degrees? Maybe 62 if he wasn't wearing a sweater. My ideal winter temperature (meaning the temp. at which I am comfortable when I am wearing pants, a t-shirt, and a sweater, along with a thick pair of socks) is 70 or 72. Anyone else see a potential conflict cropping up here?

So we spend the winter fiddling with the thermostat every time we walk by (we don't have a programmable one, it's just the old-fashioned dial). I put it up to 70, he lowers it to 65 - I raise it to 68 and he leaves it alone for a couple days, so I put it up to 69, hoping he won't notice. Then he puts it back down to 66, hoping I won't notice. Yeah, right.

The problem I have with his temps is that he's not horribly uncomfortable at 70 degrees, he just doesn't want to pay for "unnecessary" heat. But to me it is necessary. Oh, well. At least it makes it interesting to walk down the main hallway.

I say it's charming
A post over at Julia's got me thinking about something I do totally subconsciously. I eat my M&M's in color order. Not in rainbow order, but in my arbitrarily-decided order of "prettiest color last":
  • Brown
  • Tan
  • Orange
  • Yellow
  • Red
  • Blue
  • Green

I'm not sure why, and a couple of times I've tried to just eat them all in a handful, but it makes me kind of anxious to do that - like the colors should NOT be mixing in my mouth or something. Weird. And if I have a flat surface in front of me (like my desk at work) I will separate the colors into little piles to make it easier.

Also, once in a while, I eat my meals one part at a time. All the vegetables first, then the meat, then the starch (or whatever is for dinner that night). I don't care if my foods touch each other (boy, some people go nuts about that!), but I prefer to get all of one taste out of the way before introducing another.

I'm type A, but I don't think I'm actually, clinically OCD. Hmm. Maybe I should rethink that.

Summer is overrated
We have one maple tree in our yard (along with a bunch of oaks and ashes), and it is already dumping leaves on the ground like crazy. On top of that, the weather in the last two days has gone from oh-my-god-it's-the-heat-AND-humidity to any-cooler-and-I'd-need-a-sweater. I LOVE it.

Things I love about fall:
  • Sweaters!
  • The smell in the air
  • Trees turning pretty colors
  • Apple cider
  • Roasted corn
  • The dogs stop shedding
  • Visiting my alma mater (campus is gorgeous in autumn)
  • Jogging without seeing the humidity

He won't share with me!
This weekend C. and I took the dogs to the lake. The beach there doesn't allow dogs, but there's a small area next to the regular beach that is still pretty shallow and doesn't have any restrictions. When we got there, there were a few people there already with 3 dogs among them. B. and S. love to meet new dogs, so they were happy to sniff and play, and B. immediately bounded into the water because he loves to swim.

After a few minutes I got our ball out and started tossing it into the water for B. to fetch. He'd paddle out there and turn around with some effort, and sloooowly paddle back, because we only take him swimming about twice a year and I don't think it comes very naturally to him at first. After a few throws, the big chocolate lab that was also there started going for the same ball. B. was faster getting out there to grab it first, but he'd start to head back and this big dog would swim up beside him and grab it from his mouth. B. would give a pitiful warning growl, but couldn't do much about the bigger dog unless he wanted to drown just to keep his precious* ball.

I did notice, however, that every time the lab stole it from him, B. would raise his eyes to me on the shore with a look that clearly said, "Mo-om! Do something!"

* C. and I call tennis balls "precious" in that creepy Gollum voice from LotR, because that is EXACTLY how B. acts around them. If he's not completely convinced you'll throw it for him immediately, he won't give it up without some delay. He's not mean about it, and isn't aggressively possessive, but if there's a ball around that he has access to, he's either sitting on it or carrying it around, or going completely nuts for you to throw it.

Once, when a ball had torn in half, we gave him one half to keep just to see what he would do. He sat down in the corner of the living room with it between his paws as if he was guarding it. Whenever S. came anywhere NEAR him he'd give a warning growl and that was the end of that - it got taken away after 5 minutes. He looked like we broke his heart.

It must be contagious
Last week when I thought I might be pregnant, I went to the supermarket to pick up a couple of tests to see if I was right. Since I only had the one item, I stood in line for the self-checkouts. There were four of them, all in use, and one mid-30's-looking guy standing in line in front of me with four or five small things in a basket. When I got in line behind him, he glanced back at me and I saw his eyes on the box in my hand. A few seconds went by and he glanced back again, this time looking a little apprehensive.

A checkout station opened up and the man took a step forward, then half-turned and said, "You only have one item? You go ahead." I protested but he insisted, "It's ok, go ahead." I said "thanks" brightly and went along to buy the test. I can only imagine what he thought would happen if I had to wait an extra 30 seconds to check out.

Not the way I wanted to start the week
This morning I got on my bus and looked around in dismay. There weren't many empty seats in the front half, and I prefer to not sit smushed up against a stranger. There's nothing wrong with the back, but it's usually filled with high school kids, especially in the morning when the vagrants are still sleeping it off in the public parks along the route (definitely not the case in the afternoon, when I have had the - er - priveledge? of being flashed because I dared sit back past the halfway mark at 4 pm one day).

Anyway, I made my way back there, sat down and got out my book. I was sitting on a center-facing bench, and next to me was a teenage girl on a forward-facing seat. About 5 minutes went by when she tapped me on the arm and whispered "I just saw a [something unintelligible] on your seat."

"Excuse me?"

"A cockroach. It went behind your seat."

Well, THANK YOU, dear. I know you meant well, but considering the lack of other seats on this bus, I would have rather avoided spending the next 15 minutes of the ride looking, for all intents and purposes, like I had to pee really badly. You better believe I was fidgeting, because I like to think a cockroach would prefer to avoid a leg in motion rather than going to check it out. I also got off the bus two stops early.

It's been a while, I know
What a week. Ok, so that was a false alarm (I don't see how it could have been anything else anyway - technically the chances were less than 1%).

But in other news, I managed to have two job interviews basically fall into my lap. It's funny, because I don't really like my job, but I don't hate it outright. It's just boring and requires no skill, and I do the same things on a daily basis that I was doing when I started over 3 years ago. But I do get paid well enough, so I don't like to complain about it too much. Once in a while, though, I check out the company intranet site to see if there are any job postings that would be more challenging (read: won't make me want to nap by 10 am every day).

Two fridays ago I found one that seemed perfect - actually using some of the stuff I learned in college and didn't require much actual experience in them. I applied and had an interview by Thursday.

About a month ago, there was also a general cattle call for jobs in my field at a national corporation that is consolidating a bunch of its offices in my city. I went and gave them my resume, and didn't really expect much - I figured I'd get an interview for a job identical to what I'm doing now, and unless they wanted to pay me a lot more or had MUCH better benefits, I'd stay where I am anyway. I also shoved my resume into the stack for the job I WANT to be doing (similar to the internal job I just interviewed for). Surprise, surprise, last Monday I got a call about THAT job and scheduled an interview for Wednesday.

I should hear back about both within two weeks, and I'm nervous. I'd almost be relieved to be turned down for both, but that's silly. I'm just used to my current job and anything else seems scary and daunting.

Odds and ends
Well, I did get glasses. They're pretty cute, actually:

Everyone keeps telling me I look a lot smarter with them on. I know it's supposed to be a compliment, but come on. "Smarter" is one thing - "a lot smarter" is totally different.

On a separate note, I know I posted about trying for a baby in a couple of months - little did I know that I invited the irony gods to laugh at my "plan ahead" attitude and cause me to be a week late. And counting. And yes, I took a pregnancy test and it was negative. So I will wait 3 more days, then take another, then freak out no matter what it says, because I'm a regular girl and a week late is HIGHLY irregular.


To see or not to see
So surprise, surprise - I need glasses. Well, I don't NEED them, the optometrist was very adamant about that - I could certainly go a long time without them, but my eyes ARE working a little bit to focus close-up, which they shouldn't be doing. She said as long as they don't get achy/watery/tired/cause headaches, I'm ok without glasses but it won't hurt anything to get a pair to have around if I want them.

The thing is, I'm afraid that if I get them, I'll become dependent on them and eventually won't be able to see well without them. Then I WILL "need" them and that would suck. I'm just not sure what to do.