Another day in the life of Tim-may!

Things for me are almost never 'normal.' I'd strived for 'normal' for years when I was younger, but quickly realized there was just no helping fate, as there's no way of hiding this wind sail I call a nose without a mountain range, or space shuttle to hide behind.

This morning I was waiting for my work database to update a word file I was working on, which, with my computer is like trying to have Rush Limbaugh try to communicate with a Frenchman with a hearing disability. Eventually the Frenchman understands that he should either be insulted by Rush, or pity him, and gives up (as the French do).

Anyhoo, during the exchange between programs on my computer, I checked my bank account.

I'm rich.

I'd like to thank the little people, the lolly-pop guild mostly - as their silly dance repeats in my head while I do my daily sales routine.

It does occur to me that I'm in fact, too rich. Not like Bill gates rich, more like "I just won Wheels of Fortune!" rich. Still, I know how much I make, and something isn't right. I go to my manager about it.

She send me my commission report. Nice, neat numbers all tallied up for me to see how awesome I am. Only, I know how awesome I am, and sadly, I'm not THAT awesome. Basically my company pays me a draw which I receive twice a month. then, at the end of every quarter everything is added up and the next pay will include a 'commission' check for the amount I've sold over my budget.

They had my sales for the year entered, 1st quarter, and 2nd quarter. Then, they added the 2nd quarter again.

Something you should know, is that sales people have 'carrots on a stick.' If you go over budget, you get a bonus. Go further over budget? Get that bonus plus a percentage of the overage. Go way over budget? Get that bonus plus a much larger percentage of the amount over.

You can see how this added up pretty quickly.

I'll be writing my employer a check soon for the overage. Now, if only I could have had this happen right before interest would apply to this account. :)

As an added note, as I was going to bed last night, I noticed something for the first time.

I like our stupid dog.

More photos coming soon...

Last weekend Luc was Christened (in pic to the left: Sonepheth, Meggan, Luc, Sarah, Tim)! I am so proud to be his Godmother! What an amazing kid! I love spending time with him already and he's not even 1 yet ;) One of his new favorite things to do with me is to play with my hair. He likes to take my hair and hide my face with it, then brush it out of the way and giggle (kind of like peek-a-boo). Luc, I can't wait to watch you grow up into the person you are going to be! Your Godparents love you little one!

Unfortunately, I don't have more pictures to post. Somehow I have managed to lose the cord that connects the camera to the computer :( I have tons of "before/ after" photos of all the work we have been doing on the house and also a very amusing one of me relaxing in our new hammock. There are still a million more boxes to search through, so hopefully I will find it soon.

Update.... so the animals have been getting along great! I absolutely love our new dog! Every day I take her walking someplace different. We like to browse the neighborhood and walk down by the water. She has gotten a lot more comfortable with the neighborhood and has been behaving much better on our walks. She has even made friends with the neighbor's dogs. Tim and I also found a cheap solution for the "litter box" poop eating problem. Puka has been scavenging the litter box constantly since we got her for cat poop (I know it's gross). So we went to Petsmart this weekend to buy a self cleaning litter box and were shocked at how much those things cost! So... Tim came up with a brilliant plan. We used a baby gate to block off the bathroom door where the litter box is stored - TaDa! The cats can jump over it with no problem and Puka is stuck outside the door. It works perfect :)

More pictures soon... I promise!

Family Photo

So this is our family... well, minus the plants (I think we will try and include them next time). This picture actually cracked me up because it is so honest! Unfortunately, getting the 5 of us so close together is quite a challenge and we are lucky to have captured it (Thank you Meggan!). Tim and I are sitting in our newly painted living room behind our favorite color and one of the few paint colors we can agree one - Red! We both look happy but a little tired... usually the case these days. Foxy is in the center - he actually chose the spot and because he was in one of his moods, we decided to just pose around him. hehehe... notice all the space around him, none of us wanted to piss him off. Tim is holding Punkin who is terrified of the dog (the look in her eye says it all). Puka, to the right, is terrified of Foxy and only felt comfortable with me sitting between them playing referee. Ahhh... our matching animals - not on purpose, but now it's kind of a theme to the house. Every day the getting-along gets better :) I want to eventually get a photo of all of us on the front porch! Maybe I can recruit Meggan again ;)

Tim's first post

Hello everyone, Sarah started our blog, and I'm adding a bit to it today. I'm really not sure what to make of a blog yet. Currently I write very short stories rejoicing in the awful everyday. Silly things that people and animals do, and of course the idiotic things I do. Life never ceases to amaze. A week ago I would have told you that a wave a foot and a half tall on the bay wouldn't excite me. However, after a recent trip out onto the bay during a very choppy afternoon I was getting bounced about by a bunch of waves of waves. Up one, then Slap! back down and up again.

Then, the Godzilla of bay chop. The Empire State water bump. The Hinden-wave, a wave like Texas would do it, the Oprah of waves. I'm not saying Oprah is fat, she's huge....that doesn't sound any better. From the waterline up this wave was a foot and a half tall (I've been told that means it was probably a 'three foot wave') coming right for me. I knew it was a little wave. It wasn't big. But it was big enough that it was over the bow of my kayak.

Paddling hard, I did the only thing one really can in such a dire, serious situation. I raised my paddle over my head with both arms and yelled "WOOOOO" as I went over the wave, and slapped down on the water behind it. The next wave washed right up the boat, aiding my butt's best impression of a raisin from sitting in water so long.

It took me 45 minutes to paddle out against the wind and waves, and 8 minutes to get back in with them.

A foot and a half. WOOOO!

Anyhoo, does anyone think that 'sparking' light sockets are bad? 'Cause some of ours do.

Meet the Smith's

Hello! Welcome to the Smith's blog! We are starting this as sort of an online journal to talk about random stuff and show random pictures. Tim usually writes very strange and amusing stories and emails, which he will continue to do here on the blog. Sarah will write a few of her stories too... maybe not as strange, but also very entertaining.

We are writing this while removing wallpaper in our soon-to-be office. It is currently "the pink room" covered with fairy & butterfly wallpaper. Unfortunately, the fairies are putting up quite a fight and I needed a break (which includes a glass of Sangria, of course).

Our family includes Tim and Sarah, along with their three "children". Foxy is the oldest and although a very sweet boy does not like his middle sister and constantly fights with her. Puka, the middle child and newly adopted, is as cute as ever. She loves to go on walks and play. Punkin, the youngest, is the chatty one. Soon we will post our newly taken family picture.

See you again soon!