Raspberries and fireflies - life at Chez Dickey

I walked The Dog around the yard this morning. Every now and again I realize just how fortunate I am to have this great yard and this wonderful home. The Husband and I did not really want a big house - the one we have is plenty big for two people, one cat and one dog. We did want space and nature, which we definitely have here.

When we first moved in, our neighbor had two beautiful horses who lived in the field right behind our house. When we looked out our kitchen windows or sat on our deck, we could see the horses hanging out in their field. We would occasionally feed them apples or carrots (with our neighbor's permission), but mostly we just admired them.

The horses are gone now - as is the neighbor. We do still have many animals who visit Chez Dickey, including a multitude of songbirds (The Husband could name them all), deer, coyotes, red foxes, snakes, toads, tree frogs, skinks, spiders, weasels, woodchucks, and bats. Other birds we have seen in our yard include owls, hawks, and wild turkeys.

We have the yard we mow and the yard we leave alone. We have wildflowers and native Minnesota grasses, pine trees, oaks, maples, black walnuts, buckthorn, aspen, and poplars. One delight we have here are the wild raspberries. This year's a banner year for the black and red raspberries, and the blackberries should be strong this year too (they'll arrive later on).

Another simple joy we have are the fireflies. In June and into July, we have a light show every evening. It's almost as if the paparazzi are out there, flashing away - yet we have total privacy. We've caught a few, only to let them go right away. It's just fun to see them in a jar, flashing their light as if it's an SOS (I can just hear them, "Let me out of this jar! I need to be free!")

We have so much, but it is nice to just enjoy the simple gifts, isn't it?

Right now, this minute

That's all there really is.

I try to keep myself in the moment, but find that I (like so many others) am really good at the "When ______ happens, then all will be good."

The silliest thing I have been thinking lately is that "When I get a job, I can get my nails done." And then what? Really - is that what I am shooing for? (Sorry: Is it that for which I am shooting?) All of my career experience and education going to support a trivial (and artificial) beauty treatment?

Planning for the future is one thing. Living in a future that will never arrive is something else. I try to avoid the "if - then" thinking because it takes me away from NOW. This moment.

Of course, this is easier said (typed?) than done. It's the American Dream to hope for better than what you have/are now. But what if we stepped back and saw that what we have/are now is pretty darn good? Looking forward too much robs us of satisfaction with the here and now.

And really, my trimmed nails are just fine as they are.

Acknowledgement must go to tinybuddha.com for inspiring me today! Ghasso!

Go Twins!

The Husband and I have purchased tickets to two games at Target Field this season. I am excited to see the new park and looking forward to a new season of Twins baseball.

Despite my not-so-positive feelings about major league sports in general (there's too much emphasis on the money, not enough love for the sports themselves... which is a topic for another post someday...), I find myself energized by a new baseball season. I think Terrance Mann summed it up best (from the movie Field of Dreams) when he said,

..."The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again."

This quote not only keeps me in love with baseball, it reminds me of new beginnings. As an unemployed corporate drone trying to find her place in the working world, this has more meaning to me now than ever.

Recurring dreams

I have three themes that keep recurring in my dreams. I do not have the same dream over and over, but somehow I manage to have variations on dreams about my parents’ new house, getting lost on a college campus, and missing classes in high school.

My parents have moved twice since they lived in the house in which I grew up. Both of them are creative people who have definitely made their marks on the houses they owned, through redecorating, massive gardens and reconstruction. The dreams I have of their new houses always feature a different house, but the over-arching premise of the dream is that whatever new house they have, it’s over-the-top magnificent. Opulent chandeliers, breathtaking beachfronts, amazing closets, top-of-the-line appliances, interior waterfalls — it’s all there. I am not sure what this means, but perhaps I am in awe of their creativity and how they have transformed their previous houses into homes that truly were theirs.

The other two dream themes center on education. The college dream, in which I seem to be lost on campus, sometimes finds me in my dorm for part of the dream and other times I am wandering between buildings. One constant is that even though I cannot find my way, I already have multiple post-graduate degrees from this institution. Perhaps I understand that just because I have a college degree, I know I will never stop learning — but somehow will always need a map to get myself where I want to be!

The other dream theme finds me walking the halls of a mystery high school deciding if I am going to attend class or not. While I know that I have already graduated, I still feel a pang of guilt at the thought of skipping a class. What does this mean? Looking back, I did not exactly apply myself during my senior year of high school (I had “senioritis” that set in after I had been accepted to my desired universities). I later redeemed myself in college, earning 4.0 quarters and making the Dean’s List. Do I doubt the validity of my high school diploma? And if so, why does this matter now that I am old enough to have college-aged children of my own (not to mention a Bachelor’s degree)? Perhaps I feel that I could have graduated with honors if I had tried harder. I don’t know.

It’s interesting that I have never had the same actual dream twice. I enjoy dreaming of the palatial estates of my dream parents and do not mind trying to find my way on a university campus, but the high school dreams annoy me. This year is my 25th high school reunion — I would like to put any issues I have with my high school education to bed (pun certainly intended!).

Life at home

Well, I've had a few months off now. I have been working at household projects, creative dinners, dog exercising and networking. I am not a huge "get out there and talk to people" kind of person, so networking is not one of my strengths. However, I did get the ball rolling the best way I know how... by sending letters. I made a list of people who could be networking contacts and asked them to simply remember that I am looking and if they know anyone at any of my target employers, to let me know. I am certainly willing to be a network contact for them as well (this goes both ways, y'know!).

The first bunch of letters went out and I got a response from a dear former co-worker who informed me that there was a typo in my letter (so much for me being a competent writer!). I could just scream. At least most of my letters are not out yet - I made the edit and will send more letters later. Lesson - ask for more eyes to review my pieces before they go out!

The more I look at job postings on the web, the more I find myself not wanting to go back to a corporate job. Maybe my mid-life crisis is impacting my search, but I really want to work somewhere where what I do will matter somewhat. Healthcare, human rights, charities, whatever... I just don't want to merely serve stockholders. I want to serve stakeholders - in areas beyond just worrying about the Bottom Line.

I have offered my services as a volunteer at my Zen center and checked with nearby humane societies for volunteer opportunities (they did not have any!). I just need to get myself out more, which is hard when it's dreary and cold (lame excuses, I know!). I will find something - probably when I least expect it.

Learning my lesson

Back in December 2005, I worked as a Learning and Development Consultant for the investment arm of The Really Big Bank. I had been thinking a lot about leaving the financial world and was checking out job possibilities in other industries. I also knew that I was tired of learning and development and wanted to focus my career on communications (which I enjoyed much more). Finally, I was working in downtown Minneapolis and thought about how nice it would be to work somewhere closer to home.

In January 2006, I took a job with The Medium-Sized Healthcare Company as a Communications Consultant. I was out of banking, out of learning and development, and my office was in Bloomington - just 15 minutes from home! It was great! My job was fun, my co-workers were cool (they still are cool - I just don't see them anymore), and I was home every day before 5 pm.

Eighteen months later, The Medium-Sized Healthcare Company laid me off (department reorganization).

I get it - departments get reorganized, people get shifted around, some lose their jobs. I saw it coming because I was not the first one in my area to get the axe. I took it better than I thought I would... at least at first. Before long - after my tiny severance ran out - I realized that I did not like living on unemployment. Sure, the bills were getting paid, but I was bored and wanted to go shopping (something I really could not justify when my income was from unemployment insurance).

What did I do? I took the first job offer I got and went back into the financial world, back into L&D and to an office located all the way across the Twin Cities (a 30 mile commute one-way).

What the hell was I thinking?

To be sure, I do like working for The Really Big Bank, but did I have to get myself back into the investment area? I actually had to get my Series 7 and Series 66 licenses! That's not me - that's not what I want to do with myself. I am not the best person around to get into Sharpe ratios, margin accounts, and calls and puts.

Okay, okay... I get to shop at will. Big deal. I got myself into a job that did not suit me with the commute from hell (even when the weather is perfect).

Guess what. The Really Big Bank elimiated my position. I get it - companies merge, departments have too many employees, some lose their jobs. The big question now is: Will I learn my lesson?

Will I take the time to find a job that suits me? In communications, not L&D? In an office in the South East Metro - not the North West Metro? At least I have a larger severance package this time... that will buy me some ease (I hope).

I hope I learned something...

Patience...

I have demonstrated patience when I least expected myself to... like when I was a technical trainer at the Very Big Bank Mortgage Company when I had trainees use their mice when the PC was in DOS or when the lady in the convenience store in my building asked me if my hair is naturally curly (she's asked me five times).

However... (you knew there would be a "however" didn't you?)...

This wait to see if I got a new job is killing me! (Okay, perhaps "killing" is a tad extreme.)

I first posted for the job in February.
I was asked to send writing samples around the time of my first interview (with HR) in April.
I was asked to send more writing samples afterward.
I had an interview with the hiring manager in June.
I proceeded to have five more interviews with various people who are my would-be coworkers (one in person and four via telephone) in July.
I was told that I am a top finalist and asked to complete a writing assignment in July.

I have been patient so far, but I really could use a change right now! This job seems like a great fit for me in many ways. (Sigh.)

I will wait. I can be patient. That's all I can do.

Stay tuned!

Random thoughts...

I have always wanted to be a writer. It dawned on me the other day that I have a blog set up just for this purpose... and I don't use it. This is a vehicle I am not driving very often, eh?

So - here's some typing on my blog. Let's see what turns up!


Guilt! (How's that for a start?)

When I was a child, I thought the VW Bugs were groovy. They weren't your ordinary dull sedan, but they had an essence of fun and joy about them. I was disappointed to learn that they were going out of production and that the ones built in Mexico were not "street legal" in the United States. (Sigh.)

Later on in life, I was able to purchase my very first new car. I did my research, drove some test drives, and decided on the Saturn SL2. A practical but not too boring car... I added the rear spoiler to give it a little bit of an edge. (Did I use the word "edge" when writing about a Saturn? Sorry - it won't happen again.)

Shortly after the purchase of my new SL2, Volkswagen announced the production of the New Beetle. Lousy timing! Well, I did have a four-door car and The Husband had his two-door Ranger, so it was all for the best that I did not get a New Beetle anyway, right? After all, there is that one time every ten or 11 months where having a four-door vehicle comes in handy, right? Bah! I was not happy. I wanted a Beetle!

Years past and I grew to appreciate the Saturn. It was a fine car - easy to maintain and a nifty shade of blue. Then it came time for The Husband to get a new truck. He did his research, drove some test drives, and decided on a four-door Dodge Dakota. We had an addition to the family in the time since we had the Ranger... Pepper. He's a big dog and needs a back seat in the new truck all for himself. We need the four doors. I did not say anything, but the main reason (besides Pepper's comfort, natch!) that I supported the purchase of the Dakota was that The Husband could then be the one who could drive the vehicle with the four doors (for that one time every ten or 11 months where those extra back doors could be handy...).

So - two years later, it is time for me to get a new car. I did not do any research and only did one test drive... to help me decide if I wanted a New Beetle with an automatic transmission or a manual transmission. I decided on not only the manual, but a diesel as well. (This car of mine gets super mileage - about 43 to 45 MPG!)

Oh yeah... the guilt part. There's guilt along for the ride here. Allow me to explain.

When I was a child who longed for a VW Bug because they were cute and fun and swell, I had no idea that the car I admired was actually designed by Adolph Hitler. Yes, that Adolph Hitler. So much for cute, fun and swell. Not only that, but the Volkswagen company employed Jewish slave labor in their factories (okay, perhaps "employed" is not the right word...). Swell.

As The Husband and I were discussing the financing and purchase of a new car for me, I wrestled with my thoughts on this. How on earth could I enjoy a car designed by such an evil person? I searched for any redeeming aspect of the Volkswagen Company and found that while they have paid reparations for their part in the oppression of the Jews and others during the Holocaust, they weren't as quick about it as I would have liked. (Of course, I realize that very few corporations would ever meet my exacting standards of conduct - especially when it comes to human rights.)

That said, I also realized that very few car corporations would meet my standards... so then what would I drive?

Back to my youth. I remember when the Ford Pinto had a reputation for exploding upon rear impact due to the design of the gas tank. I rode in one once and insisted on sitting in the front passenger seat. People died as a result and the Ford Corporation was sued many times. At first, the lawsuits were not in Ford's favor - but all they had to do was pay actual damages to the plaintiffs (i.e., the cost of the destroyed Pinto). They knew that this was a much cheaper way to go than to redesign the Pinto and re-tool the factories, so they just kept getting sued and paying victims off for the cost of their cars. Never mind that people were still dying and getting burnt (literally and figuratively).

One day, a case went to court (Ford Motor Corporation versus some family of yet another Pinto victim) and not only did the plaintiff get actual damages, but punitive damages were also awarded to the tune of millions of dollars. This finally got Ford to change. I can't remember exactly, but I seem to recall that 53 people died in Pinto explosions. IMHO, that's 53 too many.

What does the Pinto have to do with this? After I learned all about the whole Pinto saga, I decided that a company that has such disregard for human life does not ever deserve my money. I started a personal boycott of Ford. (Never mind that I couldn't have afforded one anyway at the time... I was just a kid.)

(Note: Sharp readers may have caught that The Husband drove a Ranger at one time. I had to okay this because we purchased it used and it was not my vehicle anyway. Ford did not get our money from that purchase.)

Years flew past (again!) and I came to learn that Ford is now a well-respected company when it comes to supporting the GLBT population. DiversityInc. includes Ford in its list of the best companies for supporting diversity. I even heard about how some conservative groups wanted Ford to pull its ads in GLBT-focused publications or be boycotted - and Ford refused. Now that is the conduct of a corporation I can support! Human rights are important to me and I respect the way that Ford stood up for their beliefs.

The point? Companies can change. Ford management that made horrible decisions in the past is gone. Sure, there are still companies that could make my blood boil, but perhaps it's time to realize that VW has moved beyond the days of slave labor and anti-Semitism?

Finally, I found an article written by a Jewish woman about her longing for a New Beetle and the guilt that she felt about wanting a car with this sordid history. And this woman's grandmother was held in a concentration camp during WWII! Furthermore, this woman lived in New York City and really had no need for a car at all. But she wanted this New Beetle in a way to which I could not even relate. This woman finally went to her grandmother with her conflicting desire to have a German car and not disrespect the suffering her people went through. Her grandmother's response to the woman's yearning for a New Beetle? "Finally, the war is over," the grandmother said. It was time to move on. Just buy the car and enjoy life.

So - I have my platinum grey New Beetle TDI with package 1 (sunroof, cool wheels, heated seats, etc.). I love my car. It's cute and fun and swell. And every now and then, when I feel guilty about my car, I remember the Holocaust survivor grandmother and pledge to enjoy life and move on.

Yes - it's been a long time

But I have a good excuse - I am on Facebook now.

You see, when I wrote on this blog, I had no idea if anyone was even reading (except for a few friends). When I write on Facebook, it's much less information, but I have a greater level of confidence that someone is actually reading what I am up to.

Of course, Facebook is not anonymous - which is why I limit my page to only my friends. This blog is wide open to the public... which is why I don't really leave too many personal details. Actually, my name is not even Collette (but it was when I was in high school French class, for what that's worth!).

Since I really do not spend a lot of my time away from work on the PC (after all, I am already spending 98% of my time at work on a PC), I am wondering if I will blog much at all anymore. Yet, the idea of a relatively anonymous cyber soap box appeals to me (and millions of others...).

If you are actually reading this, leave me a comment. Anything. Tell me what time it is, say hello, or just leave the word "peace" to let me know if this is worth the time. If you'd like, tell me about your day, what is on your mind and what you would like to see in the future (for the economy, baseball season, whatever...).

Thanks - in advance.
~ Collette

I'm baaaaacck!

No, I did not forget that I have a blog. Really.

It's not that I have nothing to say, it's that I would get fired if I am blogging at work (understandable), and when I get home from spending nine hours on a PC in an office, I don't exactly feel like jumping right back on another PC at home. I would rather spend quality time with my family.

However, topics keep swimming around in my head, and I kinda enjoy forming little blurbs about these topics that I could be adding to my blog. For example, I have been watching LOST on DVD and finding myself caught up in the adventures of Kate, Sawyer, Hurley and everyone else on The Island (yes, the world really needs another LOST blogger!). I also have a small vacation planned for next week with The Husband and The Pepper up north to go ice fishing.

There is plenty to blog about, but I need to just set some time aside - perhaps on weekends - to type it all out. Goodness knows I am opinionated enough to type comments on almost anything... like stupid government bailouts, a pope who doesn't realize he's rehabilitated a bishop who is a Holocaust denier (which is illegal in the pope's home country), fertility doctors who help a single woman with six kids have eight more - at once, and so on...

We'll see how long it takes before my next post... I will at least have to post about the ice fishing!

Deism 101

Belief in God + God-Given Reason = Deism

http://www.deism.com/deism_defined.htm

Interesting stuff! For quite a while, I have not been 100% comfortable with organized religion, yet I have always felt a need for an "organized" way to express my spiritual beliefs.

I have long thought that religion was fine -- it was the human beings who "ran" organized religions that I could not always trust. Face it -- while a lot of good has come from belief in an organized religion, lots and lots of suffering has also come from belief in organized religions. Furthermore, some of the good has been done with an ulterior motive (e.g., missionaries who clothe and feed the poor only if they listen to their preaching).

Who wrote the Bible, the Torah, the Koran, the Book of Mormon, etc.? Humans. I am certainly not anti-human, but us human types tend to have our own biases and perspectives on the world. That's not necessarily a bad thing, until you get some who take things and run too far with them (e.g., the Inquisition, September 11, etc.).

What did God write? Flowers, mountains, solar systems, puppies, love. This is not from a book, nor from an organized religion. God created all, and then left us to take His wonderful gifts (flowers, mountains, etc...) and run with them. We only need to send prayers of Thanksgiving, because to pray for anything else is silly. Didn't God already give you everything you need? You have reason, free will and intelligence because God gave them to you. Now, all you have to do is choose to use them (or not).

We (us human types) have all we need - including peace - if we choose to have it. We have incredible knowledge and potential (for good and for bad). We also have been given this beautiful planet on which to live (and share with the other creations God made, especially puppies - my bias there!).

Anyway, when I hear people praying for their team to win the football game, I have to think, "God gave you so much and all you can do is ask for your lousy team to win a game?!?" When I hear people praying for peace, I think, "We have the God-given abilities to make peace happen ourselves! It's us who are choosing not to use those abilities, not God's choice not to allow peace to happen."

Thank you, God. I have all I need.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

I would like to take a moment to give thanks for all that I have.

- I live in a democracy that peacefully transitions at least some power every November. When I was in college, there was a presidential election in which my candidate did not win. However, the following January, when the guy I didn't vote for was sworn in, I still found myself feeling proud of the way the whole process works - and happy that I don't have to worry about opposition parties shooting out their disappointment, or candidates going "missing", or a military coup.

- The Husband and I am not even close to going into foreclosure. And we have a nice house in which we intend to stay for many years.

- My health is not bad. It could be better, but it could be worse. I am able-bodied, can see and hear, and can play with my dog.

- I have a job. My employer, The Really Big Bank, is taking over another Really Big Bank, so there may be changes in my employment future, but at least my Really Big Bank is not in need of any bailout money. (Yes, my bank is taking bailout money, but will use that money to fund loans, not to keep us afloat.)

- Our vehicles are in good shape (my Beetle just passed 36,000 miles, so I am no longer covered by my warranty, but it's still a relatively new car).

- The most important thing: I have a good family, good friends, and The Best Husband Ever.

My Thanksgiving Wishes:
- Peace for everyone (no exceptions).
- Happiness for everyone (no exceptions).


Happy Thanksgiving to you!

Could it be... an update?

Hello everyone. Sorry for the long time between posts. What can I say? It's been a dull summer so far. Here's what I have been up to:

• The Husband and I are stripping and re-staining our deck. At least we would, but it has been raining lately (we should have started the deck earlier when we needed rain!). We have a BIG deck... and a get-together on 8/30. Wish us luck getting it done in time!
• I passed my Series 7 exam and am now studying for my Series 66 license. The S66 is shorter but 100x more dull. I actually read the exam study manual out loud to remain awake. My cat is not a good listener... but I cannot blame him.
• I am still employed by the Really Big Bank. Boss is great, company is good, commute sucks.
• The Husband, my brother and I are going to see Journey and Cheap Trick in September. Just what I need - a trip down memory lane! Back to the 80s when I did not have as much responsibility, as much girth, or as much disposable income... (you gotta take the good with the bad...). I am looking forward to the show!
• The same week as the Journey and Cheap Trick show, my Ma and I are going to see Little House on the Prairie at the Guthrie Theatre. Now that really takes me back... to the 70s! I am sure it will be a great show. Now all I have to do is find my sunbonnet... I know it's in the house somewhere...
• Oh, there is the get-together I mentioned in the first bullet point above. The Husband and I always have a party in the summer and it's great to see the friends who we otherwise don't see enough of.

Okay, maybe it's not so dull after all. It just may be the state of mind I am in today (as I take a break from reading the mind-numbing S66 manual).

Hope all is going well with you! Stay cool.

You have GOT to see this!

It will make you smile - I promise.

Where The Hell Is Matt?

Look at it -- just do it!





Did you look at it yet?

Just funny...

Mid-Life Crisis

Well, actually, it's not truly a crisis, but a time to pause and consider life as it is right now.

No, I don't need a red convertible or a pool boy to ogle at home (I don't even have a pool). I am quite content with my Beetle and The Husband, thank you.

I have, however, been pondering my situation on Planet Earth for a while now. When The Husband and I started our lives together, we had little money and lousy jobs. Our first apartment had a very noisy furnace and the second apartment had very noisy neighbors, but we kept going... somehow knowing that things would "get better". We would have our own house someday -- we would have dependable cars someday -- we would have respectable jobs that paid respectable salaries someday.

Well, the days where I would go to a mall and think about how nice it would be to be able to freely actually buy stuff came and went... and before long I would go to a mall and simply purchase what I wanted.

The first house was nice. The first late-model used cars were nice. The first new car was even better. The second house is great. The second and third new cars are cool. Buying stuff when I wanted to was fun.

This was great... for a while. Then I realized that more "stuff" did not translate into anything other than more "stuff". (Hardly an original realization, I know.)

Now I no longer enjoy accumulating stuff, but I must admit that I do like the security that our present position allows. However, how much of my soul have I sold to get here? Do I really want to spend the rest of my days as a corporate drone just for a little security?

What to do?

Move off the grid completely? Pull a Jeremiah Johnson and leave society and all its trappings?

Please. While I have contemplated a more simple life, going completely off into the wilderness would not be a good idea (I know myself too well). It's a little extreme, don't you think? Even The Husband wouldn't want to completely abandon civilization.

I am still wrestling with this (and have been for a year or so now). But then, isn't life full of opportunities to review our existance and consider alternatives?

The issue is that I am needing to do something more to find my direction now. One option is to stay on my current path, go to work at the Really Big Bank, and enjoy the benefits. Another option is to change the path, but how? What direction? What sacrifices will need to be made to find a new situation? Will it be worth it?

Any ideas out there? Anyone?

Sad Update

Beau is gone. She's actually been gone since May 15, but I am just that bad at updating my blog.

She died in my arms. The vet assured me that The Husband and I made the right decision. Beau had gone on a quick decline, indicating to the vet that more was going on than just the kidney disease (probably cancer). I bawled and called The Husband from the animal hospital, then bawled more while they gave me time to say goodbye to The Pretty Beau, then the vet came in to take care of things, and I bawled some more. They gave me all the time I needed afterward in the exam room with my deceased sweet girl. I finally went home, cried a little more, then waited for The Husband to get home from work.

When he got home, we cried and found a good spot in the yard (near a lilac bush and a flowering crabapple tree), The H dug a hole and picked a new daffodil to lay on top of the box with our baby inside. We cried. She was gone.

It's been a week and a half and I still ache. Not as much, but enough. She was beautiful and affectionate and we miss her very much. She enhanced our lives for 12 years and for that I am grateful.

On the way home from work today I stopped at the Minnesota Valley Humane Society where we picked up little baby Beau so long ago. I asked if they wanted her food (we still had pouches and cans of food that we cannot use for our other cat Monti - he'll barf it right up). I told the lady behind the desk about my Beautiful Beaujolais and she humored me nicely (she did actually seem interested, but then again she works at a humane society... she must be into animals!). She offered me a donation receipt, but I just told her that this was to honor Beau. No receipt necessary.

I miss my baby.

Sad news

My darling Beaujolais has had kidney disease for a couple of months now. We thought we could treat her chronic condition with special food and subcutaneous fluids every other day... but it seems that her condition has worsened.

I will be taking her to the vet today to see what can be done. Her quality of life - and her weight - have diminished quite a bit in the past month. She no longer purrs and does not seem to even want to eat or drink. The Husband and I have been preparing ourselves for the worst, and now the worst seems to be here.

For a while I was not ready to part with my Beautiful Beau, but now I feel it would be selfish to keep her going. I am going to miss our Pretty Beau.

A new challenge

I have started down a new journey... one which will cause me plenty of stress until it is over.

I am studying for my Series 7 license.

The Series 7 (also known as the General Securities Representative license) is infamously tough... for people who are into this sort of thing. I, however, am more of a language/words/creativity person... not the type to get excited about collateralized mortgage obligations, options, calculating accrued interest on government bonds (which uses a different year than calculating accrued interest on corporate or municipal bonds...), or determining the parity price of a convertible preferred stock.

However, since I enjoy my job (and being employed at all), I will dive in and get this done.

I have finished Unit 1 (equity securities) in my exam manual, did the unit test, did the 100 question drill and practice, then did the (required) online checkpoint exam.

The good news - I have shown improvement. The bad news - this was an "easy" unit.

Here are my scores for unit 1:
Unit exam - 50% (ouch!)
Drill and practice - 74% (passing!)
Checkpoint exam - 90%

I am working my way through unit 2 - debt securites. Anyone know an easy way to learn the calculations for convertible bonds? And what the heck is a tranche?

Wish me luck everyone!

Oh - after I get the Series 7 (my exam is in July, and I need a 70 or better to pass), I get to start work on my Series 66, then my Minnesota insurance license. There will be celebrating after this is all done!

Do you want to see the photos?

Because I sent them out to a lot of you... so I wonder if it's necessary to put them on the blog as well.

Yes, I am lazy! I know, I know...

Tell you what -- if you want me to put them on the blog, click the comment link and let me know!

Have a nice day!
~ Collette