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I am blessed, Mr. Tolerable, My life, Random Stuff

Jim The Tolerable and I are doing something we both LOOOOVE right now. No, besides that – jeeze people, get your heads out of the “R” rated section.

Location: Indianapolis Motor Speedway, RV, dining room table

Activity:  Each at respective laptops using an EVDO card to surf and post all at high speed.

Why we love it: We are geeks first and foremost.  But, what makes it even more awesome is that my Mom has the kids.  The weather is absolutely perfect.  A little nippy with the windows open tonight but no need to run the A/C.  Time alone and time together…..and it couldn’t have come at a better time (read this if you don’t know what I mean).

This Sunday is the 15th running of the Brickyard 400 mile race at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.  My husband has been coming since it’s inaugural race.  He is an avid fan of not only motor sports but more specifically this speedway.  I honestly just come for the vacation.  Well and the good wine, conversation and laughter we both have here.  It is at this racetrack we remember why we liked each other so much in the first place.  It’s easy to forget there is someone on the other side of the table when you have one child throwing a cold mac n’ cheese down your shirt and another one screaming “Itsy Bitsy Spider.”  We reconnect here (in more ways then one – you can return to the gutter now) and the cars are just a plus for him.

We have a tradition that we both look forward to when we come here; our air guitar session with The Who.  After a few glasses of wine, and he, a few Coors Lights, we always end up with a broom and a hair brush jumping around and making the RV rock.  From the outside it would look as if we were newlyweds but a peak through the windows would reveal two drunk friends, who happen to be married, lost in their fantasies of being Roger Daltrey (Me) and Pete Townshend (Jim).  And boy are we good.  The crowd (AKA pictures of the kids) roar.  The chemistry we have on “stage” is golden.  But, that’s tomorrow.

Tonight is a totally relaxing, unwinding time to just kick back and surf, post and read totally uninterrupted.  I have commented on 12 blogs tonight and responded to all 7 comments I had (the most I’ve ever had in one night – thank you ICLW girls!).  This is therapy and just what the doctor ordered.

Come back in a few days – hubby doesn’t know it but I’m going to sneak a few pictures of us air guitaring and post them.  Ok, I take that back, I might post them.  If I look like a 400 lb, red-eyed, raving banshee I reserve the right to withhold them.


I think I should be more stressed

Mr. Tolerable, My life

In about a month, my husband has told me, he is quitting his job.  He’s been with this company for almost 6 and a half years.  We actually used to work together at this company and were a great team (no we did not meet at work – we were a couple before we started).  It used to be a great living, wonderful recognition, and a rewarding experience for my husband.  It has been reduced to a panic mode of resource preservation as the stock prices dip below $3.50 a share.  He is mentally checked out and ready to move on and the last “event” (long story) was the proverbial straw on his back and I support his decision.

So, like my subject line says – I should be more stressed but I just feel like everything is going to be OK.  I think Mr. Tolerable feels the same because when he called me to tell me of his decision the normal level of stress I have been hearing in his voice was gone.  I heard his old bouncy voice on the other end of the phone.  He told me he feels like a weight has just been taken off of his shoulders after having made this decision.  I feel that same lightness.

So, yes, he’s quitting his job and No, he doesn’t have another one lined up.  But, we will be OK.  I love, trust and believe in him so much that I know he will find something that can both pay the bills and be something he loves doing again.  I would rather live in a box with him and the kids with him doing something that makes him feel appreciated and like he’s contributing something than to have him just stay where he is out of fear.

So, any of you lurkers out there have a position open for a highly intelligent (seriously, he has been tested and found to be a genius), computer geek who has exceptional writing, communicating, management, problem solving, and sales skills?  Email me at !  I’ll have him send you a resume!

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  • Why I Write this Stuff

    My children called me Bobby when they were toddlers due to not being able to prounounce "Mommy." They are now 7 and 8 years old and I am Mommy. But my real name is Mandy. I just do this so I can keep in touch with the REAL me. Being a Bobby is a dream I thought I may never realize and I do not take it for granted. I homeschool (more specifically unschool) my two children and it's easy to lose yourself in the tasts of the day. I just want to make sure that after 19 or so years have passed,and my kids have moved out, I'm not stuck looking in the mirror and squinting in hopes of seeing Mandy again.