The Mighty Pit

I was laid off about at about this time, two weeks ago. I was working at my desk when my team leader handed me a note saying I needed to go meet my manager in the hr office. My assumption that I couldn't be fired without the big manager being there proved wrong as I sat down and was informed that due to certain changes and other factors, I was being let go. I would receive a severance and, no, I couldn't not finish the day and leave like normal. I had to take my paperwork to look over, take the box holding my stuff and walk out the door on a snowy day when, conveniently, I did not have my car. I walked down the road, partially through the snow, sorted through my stuff, and sat down in the Chinese restaurant to have a beer and, with no better distraction, think, mostly about how to tell my wife.

And now, here in the present, the baby's awake, so I should go take care of him. He's had a rough week. Throwing up on Monday, then diarrhea, then diaper rash, and now a general lack of appetite and fussiness. I think he'll settle by Monday, but for now, my little guy needs some extra attention.

Not much more to say about the job stuff anyway. I'm not sorry to have lost the job, but would prefer to have had a better transition in place. It's given me time to think, though. Consider, plan. And complete miscellaneous chores.


Equals Better

I'm about as good at blogging as I am at anything else. I am writing this on the same laptop I've been using for several years, but with significant downgrades. After having soda/sports drink spilled on it twice, the shift key on the right side does not work, as is evident in the capitalization of the following sentence: the rain in spain falls mainly in the plain. Neither also do the Delete, Insert or Escape key work. Needless to say, my 9 year old is no longer allowed to use my laptop. Astride this silver box of waning usefulness is my new tablet, a fancy little jobber, on which I am listening to music, delivered to my ears by a pair of bluetooth headphones. So even with the rain there's a glimmer in the clouds.

It's been ... a long time since I last posted. I am married now, to Becky, which means I have two sons, the aforementioned 9 year old, Will, and the almost 9 month old, Joe. Big difference between being a father to these two. Will, I did not see grow up. He's a new person. There's no built-in compassion, as if he had always been my kid, but an acquired one. He's a much different son than I'd have expected to have if I'd built up expectations. My point of reference is my childhood, is me, but he's not like me. I'm challenged a lot, in my skills and ideas and beliefs, honestly, because I find myself often pushed up against a wall, squeezed. Not literally. I love Will, which makes our bond almost stronger than my bond with Joseph, because I choose William, I'm not just given him.

Joseph, I love more every day. When he was born I assumed I'd feel this wealth of emotion immediately, but that's not how it worked. I had to get to know him, watch him. See him smile at me for the first time, laugh, watch his appearance settle on something starkly similar to mine, and therefore, my father. I look forward to seeing him, even when I'm busy and can't focus on him as much as I'd like. I know there'll come a day when he frustrates me as much as William can, but he'll always be the baby in  my arms, the one with his hand wrapped around the end of my finger, the boy that captured my soul.

Ahem. Anyway. I'm doing the same job I was before and I still choose to comment less on it here. Don't want to get bogged down in that stuff.

Becky is a wonderful woman, the love of my life. We've discovered challenges to our relationship, which keeps things interesting. I've learned a lot about myself outside of the scope of us. Stuff that reassures me more that I've been on this track my entire life. I love spending time with her, the tea cup to my shoal, the mattress cover to my upright piano, the lover to my big pile of whale-shaped pillows. The soul mate to my weirdness.

But, the harsh truth is, no matter what happens in your life to change it's direction, change your company, change your priorities, it's still you driving. So if you didn't know where you were going before, you still don't. It's still hard to get things done, hard to stop being all negative, hard to really be yourself. And no blog is gonna change that, unless, maybe, you blog better. Maybe if I blog better I ... wait, there's supposed to be an "equals" sign in between "better" and "I". Lemme try that again: I blog better I be -- nope, didn't work.

Guess I found another broken key. "I key better?" Nah, forget it.



Time for some catch up. The last year and few months has been pretty major. Just about everything in my life is different, all for the better, and still pretty shocking.

It all starts with Becky. We met several times, once at Target as customer and worker, next in the distance on a snowy day at my apartment complex, then online as semi-faceless words on a screen, and finally in person, all flowers and awkward smiles and kissy kissy. We went and saw our first movie together, 21 Jumpstreet, then drove around looking for stars but never finding any.

After all the wrong people and poor choices I'd made, I thought I'd be compromising to find that almost someone. Then Becky came along and - bang - she blew off the roof. Left me standing staring up at a blue sky. Perfecto.

Now we share our everydays. We actually didn't finally meet until after we'd been talking for a month and a half, but then we did and thankfully everything told over the phone came true. We dated, I met Will and the three of us spent time together, more and more, and now I am out of the bachelor pad living in a home with other people, people I love, and stuff.

I have a new job, new car and new furniture. (We got couches!) And I gave Becky a ring last December. And we have a baby, Joseph. And I bought a whole mess of matching plates and bowls a month ago at Goodwill. And I got a step stool so Will won't climb all over the counters when he needs something from higher up. My phone's new, too, but the same kind as my last one. Takes great pictures. And I really like the new companion on Doctor Who. Did I mention Becky loves the Doctor, too?

I've never experienced a moment of regret or doubt in all of this. Didn't look back when I left Target, didn't bat an eye when I traded in the Focus, and felt no pang of remorse when I moved the last of my things (mayonnaise, two ice cube trays and a floor lamp) from my old apartment. I'm right where I should be, as a dad and a partner. 

She's the end for me, too, Becky. The end of my days, my joy, my worry and every choice I make. And someday at the end of my life, waiting to say, "You got this one right thing." And I'll still be awed, even then.

The Razor

My father didn't teach me to shave so I wonder, will I teach my sons? I'd seen him do it. Barbasol filling his hand and smoothed like glaze on a ham across his cheeks. The razor swishing up and down until all that remained was a glistening, porous mess, like a fine polka dotted hairless mole after a downpour. It looked satisfying.

Growing facial hair was the first thing I could do to make myself older not just in appearance, but in mind. Like I shifted my life to a higher setting with some whiskers on my chin. As soon as I could I grew a goatee, foregoing the sparse teenage mustache. I had to shave it all off for my fast food job, but when it was up and out of there for college, I grew it back.

The mustache grew in and when I started shaving my head, my face fell into balance. Alterations allowed me to feel new and exciting like a chartreuse flower bud crusting open on a Spring morning, but the absence of facial hair felt cold and unrecognizable, like when Dr. Doom looks in the mirror and removes his metal mask to reveal his hideously disfigured face - curse you, Richards!

Lately I've been bearding it up. Becky likes it. I never did, but now I kind of do. She says it springs from her fondness for ZZ Top. I believe her because she's just that cool. We're good. Being in love, taking turns in who helps with the baby more and whose going to be more upset with our eight year old. They've both been getting on my nerves a lot lately. They both cry or cry for no reason. I get frustrated or upset or give up. I just give, up.

It can't go on like that. That wouldn't be good to do and because nothing ever just goes on. Every moment becomes learned and evolves. The single cell becomes many becomes man becomes civilization, planets, stars, and everything. Out of control.

Tonight, I took out the clippers and ran off all the hair on my head, and then dug into the beard. It came off like peaks of snow shattering and falling just before an avalanche. Then the trim, the shower, and the sweeping. Done.

I came out and went to Becky and she got her second bad news of the weekend, the first being that Matt Smith will be leaving Doctor Who. Will liked the change, though, which i liked. And later as I held my baby, Joseph, after giving him a bottle, I felt his head against my cheek and all of the soft hairs he'd grown in the short time since he joined our little away team. I liked that, too.

I don't care if I teach them to shave. I'll settle for anything between not getting upset with them over nothing and teaching them anything about everything or everything about anything. Let them grow their own facial hair.


Now Presenting

The easiest thing will be to start at the beginning. My name is Jim and I was born sometime in the eighties. I have a mom, dad and older sister, plus assorted other relatives. We had a dog for a bit when I was older. I was raised Catholic, but grew out of that during high school. Now I'd say I'm closest to Buddhism but that's not really a religion and I'm getting ahead of myself anyway. Did the scouts, little league, yearbook and theatre thing. And then everything kind of fell away in college.

I've never really had much direction. Intelligent and talented, but no real spark. The most I could say is I've always wanted to fall in love and I've put in some good anguish and time on that. I've worked in retail and some form of customer service my entire life. Fast food, inventory, gas station, rehab, retail. Nothing I've ever really loved, but I always find something to enjoy in it.

I first started writing this stuff down about ten years ago as an outlet for my frustrations. I've written so, so many things. I did a purge at one point, so, ha ha, there's a lot of stuff that isn't here to read. This place represents my challenges and growth, loves and losses, and attempts at creativity and humor. Pretty much what you'd expect from a personal blog.

From here on we'll play catch up until we get to a current point. Welcome, welcome, come on, come all. Ladies and gentleman, children of reasonable ages, for your viewing pleasure, I present: Me. Please keep your hands and feet in the internet at all times. No refunds after admission.


Old Job, New Job

I'm almost at the end of my 90 days at the new job. As of February 12, I'll be an official part of the team, free to enjoy the same expectations as everyone else and bask in the glow of benefits once again. i may have never needed to heed my parents warnings when I was younger, but I can definitely appreciate $35 copays and cheaper prescriptions now as a wizened almost 33 year old.

My job is billing. I spend almost all day on the phone and I get to talk to people across the country and sometimes the world. I enjoy the challenge more than I thought I would. And that's all I'm going to say because its medical and there's federal laws that come into play. That and I'm just not interested in talking that much about it.

I also want to acknowledge the tremendous support Becky was to me through the end there, and the inspiration she gave me to be better. She believed in me, I mean really believed in me, and I'm pretty lucky to have her at my side.

I talked a lot about my last job. I worked at Target for just over 7 years and it's difficult to sift through all the good and bad, the fun and torturous and talk about it in just the right way, but I'll try. And I'll try to be brief, too.

I'm not proud to say that one person was the catalyst for my decision to leave, but it's true. Doing something less soul-crushing than retail, providing a better future for my family and working regular hours with no Black Friday or Christmas were all definite reasons for my desire to leave, but if it weren't for this guy I don't know that it would have happened the way it did.

I'm inclined to ramble here. That's the thing about retail. You bond with the people around you through shared misery and the constant upheaval of frustrations and irritations. It's a relief, but only leads to more negativity and I prefer to be different from that. I don't want to go on and on about everything that sucked because retail is retail and no one person is responsible for that oppression. It's a chain of higher and higher expectations with constantly less and less resources. And my experiences weren't all bad and I don't want to paint that picture of my time there or the people I worked with.

This guy was not a good manager and everyone knew it. The situation became such that I had to leave more than choose to, but as i said, there were more good reasons to go than that one big bad one. I had a lot more complaining in here before I came back to revise, but I'm not feeling that negative now. He sucked.

I can't claim to have been the wonder boy of the store, though. I was definitely good at parts of my job, but in the end, I wasn't good enough for what it was and that's okay. No one really needs to be that good at retail.

The irony is that at the same time I was leaving, so was he. I actually beat him out by a couple of days and on that last day, when he came up to shake my hand, the veneer of politeness and respect washed away and we knew looking at each other that we were more enemies than friends. But I hope he's doing okay and making a positive difference in people's lives somehow.

I'm reminded almost everyday of something I learned at Target, either through good experience or bad, that has made me a better employee and person. Maybe I'm weird for taking it so personally, but ... It was all I had for a long time.

I've been really alone over the past 4 years. After I got divorced, I didn't have any friends in town or much to do and going in to work everyday and seeing those people, Shannon and Keith and Emily and Aimee and Kim and Bill and Jake and Abby and Ashley and Carla and Sandy and Candy and Greg and Brenda and Jeri and Jonathan and Jessica and Kalie and Sean and Loretta and Sarah and Anthony and Josh and so many more ... they kept me going. It shouldn't have been that personal, but it was, and I am profoundly appreciative of all they did for me.

That's all I want to say anymore: Thank you. The new job is going great and I don't miss the old one, but I will always love the people I worked with. Thank you so much.

Finally, Forever

It starts with the ring. No, it starts with the girl, then the ring. I've never had any doubts about Becky, but I did worry for a two seconds about the ring, because I didn't get her exactly what she'd decided she wanted. And then I knew it'd be perfect no matter what, even if it wasn't, so I stopped worrying.

We'd talked about getting married and a wedding and rings, so I was on safe ground for an answer. The ring took a lot of looking, until Becky decided on what she wanted: cushion cut center stone with tapered side baguettes. This was problematic because picturing that ring ... yeah, I was going to have a hard time buying a ring I didn't like.

Around the time I was getting my new hearing aids, I saw an opportunity: I paid my portion of the bill after Vocational Rehabilitation with a medical assistance program, but I didn't tell her that. I allowed her to think I was paying for them in large chunks over a couple months, giving me the cover I needed to buy the ring.

Sneaky, sneaky.

I began to seriously look and, reluctantly, I made a point of looking out for baguettes. I didn't want something out of a jeweler that matched everything else that was in fashion, so I took to eBay. I saw one or two that caught my interest, but after giving it a day, they lost their luster. And then I found the ring I would purchase. Two-toned In white and yellow gold, it had tapered baguettes and two rows of three small diamonds flanking a peg head mount. There was no center stone, but rather the type of head that could be swapped for another to accommodate whatever stone you desired. I gave it the same day of reassurance as the others and when I came back I still loved it, so I bought it.

Becky had been saying she'd be happy with a Moissanite stone, an alternative to a diamond, but after doing some research, I decided the look of an Asha Diamond Simulant would be better.

Becky had also said she'd know when I bought the ring. She knows me very well, instinctively so, thus I knew this would be a problem. That's why way back when, before I was looking for a ring or anything, I started telling her everyday I'd bought a ring. That way when I had it I could say it to her face and she wouldn't know the difference. It almost seems cruel, but she needed to be surprised with it, and she was, but more on that later.

I had too many questions to buy the stone without a jeweler's opintion, so I started calling ring shops to find someone with whom to discuss setting a stone, resizing, replating. But I didn't want to deal with someone like Kay's or Helzeberg that would try to sell me a stone when I just needed their services. I decided to call Midwest Coin and Jewelry, to get advice.

They told me they could put me in touch with a professional jeweler that did some work on the side, so I went down one afternoon and was instantly harangued by a retired football player looking guy that worked there. He told me I'd get better service if I came in earlier and as I was waiting to speak with the owner who had the info, I saw that the shop closed at 3:30, right when I showed up. I would have felt bad except a) this guy was a jerk and b) who closes at 3:30 in the afternoon? I waited and then waited some more, looking at some diamonds they had, until the owner couldn't find the jeweler's phone number and he said he'd call me the next day.

As I left, the lineman from the coin shop came barreling after me. I was shocked and considered running, but he quickly told me they'd found the number so I went back to get it. The owner also gave me a price for the stone I liked, which was very good.

I called Dan, the jeweler, and we met at a nearby Taco Bell to talk about the ring. I told him how I needed it resized and plated in white gold and we talked about the center stone. I decided to get the stone from the shop, a round cut and beautiful. The whole thing felt very serendipitous.

I left the ring with Dan, placing a huge amount of trust in his hands, and went to buy the stone which Dan would pick up to set. It was ready early the next week and we met at a different Taco Bell. You could say I got Becky's ring at Taco Bell and it would technically be true.

It was beautiful and I was happy to have a unique ring that spoke to my feelings for Becky. Dan said he could help with the wedding bands, too, and I told him we'd let him know, warmly waving good bye.

That was toward the end of October and I didn't propose until December 21. In that time there were two goals: planning the proposal and misdirection. At first I was concocting an elaborate plan but a mutual friend of ours discourage me from this, and I relented. I didn't need to rub in my artful deception. I knew I was going to propose in December, I'd figured that out months earlier. Until then I asked questions about what to get, lingered at jewelry counters and of course continued to tell her on an almost daily basis that I'd gotten her a ring.

In early December, when the weather turned colder and the Christmas lights had come out, Becky, Will and I drove past the Magic Tree, a beautifully decorated tree with multi-colored lights meticulously strung around even the smallest branches of a modestly sized crab apple tree. I saw it and decided I would propose there beneath it's bright branches.

The ring was in a small plastic baggie, which I hid beneath the foam layer in my hearing aid case, resting it on the beads meant to absorb moisture from the battery casings. It was perfect. Somewhere she'd never think to look and it was a necessity so it made any of our trips anywhere, including Thanksgiving with my family and then hers. I thought about showing people at each place, but decided not, too, although my family did ask me when she was out of the room when I was proposing. Those rascals.

Getting the ring box was actually difficult, where getting the ring had been easy. I never really wanted a typical ring box, one of those small square felt dealies. I looked on Etsy where, if you're looking, there's a lot of cool options. I decided I liked an octagonal shaped ring box, with a brushed walnut finish. I ordered, asking for engraving. "Stuff" on the outside, referring to something Becky said to me early on, and "Will you marry me?" on the inside. What I received was not what I requested. The inside was fine, but the inside had a bottom filled completely with the man's logo and trademark, and the top had "Stuff" with the quotation marks. With. the. quotation. marks.

I asked why the maker had done this, and he responded defensively, feeling it was correct. I asked how, when both of what I'd asked to be engraved were written in quotation makes, could this be correct with only one actually in the quotation marks. He was still oblivious to the point, but offered to fix the work. I asked for the box to simply be plain and he objected and I just got my money back.

That's when I most wished I could talk to Becky about the whole process. She'd have appreciated my frustration and shared in it, which she did later, when I told her this whole story.

The box I ended up getting, I knew I would have to get. Something I love very much about Becky is that when I introduced her to Doctor Who she fell in love with it. Ab-so-lutely. I'd gotten to the point in life that I felt of the woman I'd be with that she 'must love Who'. And she did and the box, a simple Tardis, was perfect for her. I talked to the maker and he offered to make it extra special, both for the occasion and because it was his 100th tardis ring box. When I received the box I hid it in my trunk.

A couple weeks before Christmas the mutual friend I mentioned offered to watch Will one Friday night as a gift, which I thought she was doing with the foreknowledge of my proposal, because she'd offered to babysit on the exact night I'd been planning to do it. But it was just more serendipity. I talked to her about it and then, as a part of my cover, asked Becky to ask her as if I hadn't.

That night, Friday, December 21, it didn't work out as our date night because we had all this Christmas shopping left to do, most of which was mine. I asked early on if we could go see the magic tree, and she agreed, although with the late hour I began to doubt it would happen.

I wasn't upset about it. Putting the ring into the box and hiding it in a glove inside of my pocket, I thought about how I'd done this before, the person I was and how the proposal happened nervously and impulsively. It wasn't a feeling I relished and while I was sure about Becky and our life together, I wasn't sure about the actual act of proposing. I didn't want to feel that way just because of having done it before.

So, I didn't pressure myself. We had a late dinner, at about ten o'clock, sitting down at the Macaroni Grill to be served by our waiter, whose name turned out to be Thor. He was kind of a sullen, emo, lumberjack combo. It was great.

Afterward, we drove out to the Magic Tree where college and high school kids swarmed beneath it's branches. I begged Becky to get out and walk up to it with me, and she did, and we stood under the gazebo, as I surreptitiously removed the box from my glove. I didn't think it was going to happen, I thought we'd have to leave and I'd have to propose another time, which would've been okay. But then we were suddenly alone.

I led her glove in glove as we walked out to stand beneath the red and green and blue and yellow speckled branches. Snow crunched beneath our feet, leaving a path of mixed steps and our breath lingered as smoke against the night sky with it's distant fires and astral bodies. I turned her to face me and pulled the box from my pocket, a small blue tardis in the palm of my hand. I told her I loved her and I asked her to marry me and I was going to go on or something, but she stopped me. I didn't have anything prepared. I put the ring on her finger and she said, "It's so shiny!" We hugged and kissed and got back in the car because it was cold.

A week earlier, we were talking about the prospect of me buying a ring, and she predicted it wouldn't happen still for months. I found the smile I wore to be sufficient to hide my intentions and she said, "I can read you like a book", which she can, most of the time. It's good to know from time to time I'll be able to surprise her.

Next up: Old Job, New Job


Long Time Coming

Well, this post has been a long time coming. It's been over three months and my entire life has changed. I quit Target and now work in a billing office, basically. Becky and I are engaged and expecting a kid. Okay, so that's not very much, but it's enough to change a life.

I'd like to tell you, friends and anonymous readers, all about these things. And more about day to day nuances. I'll try to work on that. That'll be my resolution, how about that. I'll write more. Write, write, write.

I've got to tell you about leaving Target. That's a story, definitely, because I didn't talk about it publicly ... at all. Becky and I isn't a new story, but I could at least talk about how I proposed. And did I mention I'm having a kid.

That's all I'm doing for now. Gotta get the laundry out of the dryer, run to Gerbe's for milk, sugar and soda, then hop on back home to watch Stepbrothers with the wifey. I've been calling her that for awhile. I'm not interested in being technically accurate, but going with the feeling, and she feels like my partner. I love her.

Anyway. Switched Wash to hypoallergenic cat food. Car's broke down and I need a payday to fix it, which means Becky's been taking me to work. I like it, but it means she has to get up an hour earlier. And it's not like I won't need my car. I think I've found my center as a dad. That's a post right there.

I'm going to do these shorter, so I'm going now. For real this time. Be well.


It's the Life

I was going to be watching Will today, but I got up and he was gone. Becky had to go to work and she decided to take him with her, as she'd originally planned and always had to do before I came along. She didn't want me to feel like I had to watch him, which is very sweet. I missed him at first, though, because I was excited to play games, watch cartoons and eat pizza. Maybe tomorrow. Then I got excited about looking at toys at Toys R Us.

Another reason for her taking him along is that I was thinking of going out to KC to visit some friends. Surprise! I decided against it, though, because I need to save money to pay for my new hearing aids. They will be a pair of the Naida S, micro behind-the-ear hearing aids that will be water-resistant and a flashy gray and red in color. I've been wearing a loaner pair for the last couple of weeks and they are amazing. Digital with 16 channels and the receiver in the ear ... I'm hearing better than I have ever or at least since I was a kid. I can hear people from further away. I don't have to ask people to repeat themselves as often. Change, as in pennies and nickels and dimes and quarters, all sound different. I've never heard that before. Amazing.

I'll get my real ones early to mid next week. I'm getting assistance from Vocational Rehabilitation to pay for them and that covers a substantial amount, but not all. It is definitely worth it. The water resistance, a feature that was not previously available, will cut down on my maintenance needs significantly.

They will also make me sausage and spinach omelets, rescue puppies from trees and paint the town red with dinner, dancing and a little light petting at the end of the night. They also call the next day because they are the perfect blend of macho and sensitive and they're looking for a commitment. Something real.

I'm sorry that I can't see my friends as often as I'd like, but I hope they understand that the happiness of my life has readjusted, priorities have shifted.

My tooth hole is doing well. I was having some pain last weekend and I figured out I wasn't taking penicillin like I thought I'd been described, so I called and they got me a perscription and saw me the next day and everything is good now. I take the painkillers when I don't have to work and they make me a delicious blend of sweepy and swoozy.

 That's it for now. Updating the iPhone. Good ole 3GS. Talk to you later!

Whoop! Forgot to make a title.

I'm feeling a bit woozy right now, but in a good way. I'm taking pain medication because I had a tooth removed yesterday. It had broken and was causing me some pain and I couldn't eat, so, it had to be done. And honestly I'm happier because I was sick of worrying about it. If I'd taken care of it sooner, there might have been a different result, but I'm just happy to be able to eat normally again. And if you're wondering, it's a bit on the side so it's not that noticeable.

I'm wearing new hearing aids, but they're not mine. These are loaners from the Columbia Hearing Center, who I have been working with on getting a new pair that will be my own. They're very similar to these; behind the ears, receiver in the ear, 16 channels, makes espresso, holo-emitters, gps and magical puppy sounds. I'm getting some help from Voc Rehab, which is how I can afford such fancy new devices. They'll be water proof, too, which will help cut down on repair costs and frequency.

I'm looking for a new job. I know I've said this before, but I'm much further along in the process than I have been. I've got a resume, I've done interviews. It will happen. I've been reluctant to say anything in a public manner, not wanting it to get spread around at work. And I'm still reluctant to go into details about my reasons, but, among them is the desire to do something different that will provide for myself and the people in my life. And it'll definitely be nice to get away from a retail schedule.

Those people to who I am referring would be my family, although not in an official capacity. I didn't get married in the last two months. But we'll get there. After I get a new job, or maybe during if it doesn't happen quickly, I'll sublease the apartment and we'll get a place together. It is definitely apparent that we need somewhere with more space.

I am as in love with Becky as I have been. She still amazes me and teaches me things and impresses me. It's not always easy, but as I've told her, even in bad times I am still happier being with her than I would be alone. And I love being a dad, too. I've been pretty surprised by how easily this comes to me and how patient I can be and how well I can teach things. Or try to. I have no idea how much is actually getting through, but he's a great kid.

And more important than any of that: Doctor Who has started again! (Possible spoilers ahead.) I love everything about this new season. The first episode was amazing and I love, love the new companion! She makes me ready for Amy and Rory to leave, although I'm not looking forward to the possible bad stuff that's going to happen to them. The Doctor's refined look is great and that opening sequence ... gorgeous!

I need to move on and look for more jobs, so I'll stop here. I hope all of yo