The Garbage Can Of Mystery

Yesterday afternoon my potential boss at the job I want called to let me know that the position has received four of the five approvals that it needs, and that the proposal is now sitting on the desk of an Executive VP for him to sign off on it, at which point I will finally receive an offer.
Later, the recruiter for the job I don’t want called to say that he was trying to get me scheduled to sign the paperwork in their VA office.
(Originally I was supposed to go to their MD office this morning.)
He said that doing so might delay the signing until Wednesday, so I just told him that Wednesday would work better anyway, thereby giving the EVP at the job I want another day to get around to approving the position.
Hopefully I get a call today.
I went out into the world briefly today to pick up the Superbad DVD at Target. The special “Target Edition” that I got came with stickers and a little book with scenes from the movie.
And that’s pretty much been all of the excitement of late.
It’s been extremely wintry here, with really brutal winds yesterday and today.
(Said winds briefly deposited someone’s garbage can in my yard yesterday. Not sure if the owner came around to claim it or if the wind just carried it somewhere else.)

And A Vicious Wind Blew Hard And Fast

I had Thanksgiving dinner at Jamie and Casey’s house along with Scott and Stacy and their brood.
(Thanks again for having me over. Sorry I didn’t bring anything.)
I hung out as long as I could before the dog started to get to me, and then I swung by Brian and Kathleen’s to deliver Kathleen a plate (and some peanut butter cookies I’d made for her). As they’d had to put one of their cats down the night before, Kathleen wasn’t really up to going to any sort of celebratory feast, and Brian was working.
What had started out as a beautiful, slightly windy day rapidly turned into a dismal, cold, rainy, and incredibly windy day.
The wind had picked up pretty early on, and in my backyard it looked as though it was raining falling leaves before the actual rain started.
Fortunately, in the front yard the wind stripped the still-leafy tree bare, and blew clear the massive blanket of fallen leaves that had developed immediately after I’d raked up the first batch of fallen leaves, sparing me the effort that would have gone into raking again.
Today has been pretty uneventful. There is, after all, nothing that could compel me to venture out into the world on Black Friday.
Lately I’ve been watching a lot of HGTV, mostly because I have the HD version in my HD line-up, and I have to say that I’m continually amazed at how many hot chicks there are associated with real estate and home improvement. I’m not just talking about the hosts, because, yeah, obviously producers are going to pick hotties to be the primary on-air presences, but also among the designers and Realtors, and whatnot.
Among my new favorites are Brandie Malay from Hidden Potential and Jane Wogan from the show Don’t Sweat It.
(Of course, none of them holds a candle – an icy, frozen candle – to Mistress Kirsten of Property Ladder)
In any case, I suppose I should get back to figuring out just how I’m going to waste the rest of the day.