Happy Thanksgiving and All That Jazz

You know I was marveling at how seemingly progressive New Mexico is since I started commuting here for work.  At how they are so friendly (mostly) and that they are for the most part here in Las Cruces, not so far to the right politically.  I’m in complete admiration of their state transportation department being so proactive with things like repairing potholes and guard rails and such.  Then there is their roadkill patrol which still amazes the hell out of me.  But I have to ask this one thing if y’all considerer yourselves so environmentally conscience, why or why don’t you have emissions tests for your fucking vehicles!?!?!  You see, after all the state of New Mexico does to be environmentally conscience they overlook the one thing that causes the most pollution, their cars.  I get it, Texas is a bigger state and has more vehicles per capita but at least we can’t renew our vehicle registration without an emissions test!! I mean I guess what do you expect from a state that has a place called Truth or Consequences?

I had always wondered why there were so many cars and trucks in El Paso had New Mexico license plates, hell two of my neighbors have cars with NM license plates and wondered about that.  Now I know why, because they don’t have to pay for yearly vehicle registration in New Mexico.  Oh no, not here in the progressive state of the Land of Entrapment.  No, here they go ahead and waive the yearly vehicle registration and instead impose a state income tax.  So now I have to pay federal and state income tax.  The only consolation is that I know my Texas state registered vehicle isn’t polluting the supposed clean New Mexican air like most vehicles that coal roll you at a stop light while driving to pick up lunch.

Remember this guy? Yeah no emissions sticker….

The Burnout Still Persists

I’ve had this burnout feeling since before my lovely doctor confirmed that I had hit menopause.  I think if she hadn’t said anything I may not be feeling like this.  Yes, call me crazy but remember I worked at a medical school for six years, two of them in the OBGYN department.  I know how those doctors think and they said that a lot of what they tell their patience affect them psychologically.  So, I’m no doctor but I think that if I hadn’t been told I’d hit menopause I wouldn’t feel so fucking tired.  But who knows, I could have just chalked it up to the commute to work.  Anything would be better than……..MENOPAUSE.

My doctor also told me that I needed to keep up with my exercise routine to try and keep the fatigue at bay.  I’m like, sure, sure doc, hold on while I take the shank I keep in my purse out while you calmly tell me this again.  She did say bursts of anger might get worse (shudder) but I say, who’d know this since I’m just the happiest person on earth, right?  Say yes or else….*holds shank up to computer screen*

Thanksgiving

This will be the first Thanksgiving without my dad.  We (my boys and I) are going to try to make the best of it for my mom since I really don’t know how my moms going to react.  She seems to be doing well and making progress, but I’m just waiting for the moment when it will all go south.  But I expect that it’s going to happen since the holiday’s were my dad’s favorite time of year.  Mostly because of the food, he just loved to eat and he liked all of the food my mom made.  I’ve started a recipe book of all my moms’ recipes so that I can pass that on to my boys for when it’s my time to leave this earth.  One of those recipes is for tamales, my mom made the best tamales ever!  So, the week before Christmas we’re going to get together to make a couple of dozen.  It takes a team of people to work the assembly line of tamale making especially if your making more than two dozen.   My mom also makes ham and brisket for Christmas, yes, it’s a lot of food but I have three grown men who can eat their weight in food.   Which if I think about it makes almost 800 pounds of food just for the three of them.   Yeah, that’s pretty scary and makes me wonder how I managed feed them while they were growing up?

Getting My Ph.D……Maybe

My boss and I had a very long conversation the other day about literally everything.  I think he began to feel comfortable around me and started to give me his ideas on how he wanted this department of ours to go.  Especially now since Karen will be moving out of her office for good.  I told him about what Karen had said about pursuing my doctorate and his response was, why not?  I was like, what? He explained that I should consider it since he’s looking to expand our department and will eventually want to hire an associate director (I wondered if he was hinting or something?) and that a Ph.D might come in handy for me later on in my “career.”  He said I should seriously think about it because the university flips the bill for your education if you’re an employee no matter what degree your going after.  Phoebe is going to school to get her masters in Environmental Engineering.  I swear that kid was born in the wrong decade because she’s a hippy at heart wanting to save the entire world.  In any case now I’m contemplating a doctorate degree but only if I find something I’d want a Ph.D in.   

Yeah….I’m not into titles but only for the assholes (the list is long) who thought I couldn’t do it

A small part of me wants to go for it because I know I could and the sound of “Dr. Huntress” has a nice ring to it.  But I wouldn’t make anyone call me Dr, and another part of me wants to do it just for spite, yes, yes let me explain.  When I was divorcing my stupid ex-husband the last words he ever said to me while I was packing up my things to move into my mom’s house was, “you won’t get far without me, you will always need someone to give you everything. No one is going to want a divorced woman with three kids.”  Yes, ladies and gents the stupid, misogynistic asshole actually said that.  But what did I expect when his dumbass mother perpetuated his machismo attitude.  Well of course I proved him wrong not really intending to do that very thing, I bought a house, I have my car that’s paid off, I can support myself AND I don’t need a husband to give me what I can get for myself.  A Ph.D would be the huge cherry on the fuck you sundae of shit he has to eat every time my oldest son goes and visits his dad.  Because apparently the douche canoe always asks about me, and my son doesn’t divulge much but does tell him some of the things I’ve accomplished.  I’m sure him asking about his ex-wife of over 23 years goes over very well with his current wife.  Yes, I’m being sarcastic there because I know she hates it whenever she hears my name.  Do I care?  Oh FUCK NO I DON’T.  So I may just go back to school, who knows because this fatigue I have has me feeling like total crap.  Anyway, I want to wish all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Until next time……this is the Huntress, saying…”Don’t be a Moth Around a Dim Yellow Bulb, Be a Moth to a Flame, Make it worth the Burn!”