For Sale – 1 Good Employee

 

So…today I had a job interview!  YAY!  After all the hundreds of resumes I have sent out my prayers were answered for a face to face interview.  Huge progress!

Sometimes I wish that finding a job were as simple as just putting up a sign and hoping for the best.  But, nothing worth having comes easily and if I can get this job, I have really done the legwork for it.

This was for an entry level position for an excellent local company.  And as a further plus it is for a company that supplies oil rigs.  Since crude flows through my veins I feel like this would be a perfect fit for me.

I went to sleep every night of my childhood listening to those pump jacks working through the night.  I played around oilfield sludge pits and helped my mom try to launder the oil field out of my dad’s khaki pants and shirts.

I am going to choose to be hopefully optimistic on this one!  In the meantime – For Sale – 1 Really Good Employee – Motivated to find a job.

Ricky Ticky Taxes

 

Tax Time!  And the fellowship said “Hallelujah!”  Aren’t we all glad that we again have the opportunity  to give back to our government that which has been so generously and lovingly given to us.

Oh, wait – let’s see….they gave me Unemployment times 2 and crooked Government contractors who won’t pay THEIR bills -  all at a time that I am too young for Social Security or Medicare and too old to be attractive in the hiring pool. YAY!!!!!!  Can you smell my enthusiasm?  Oops, that may be desperation you are smelling – right now they smell pretty much the same.

And recently, we went through the whole “we may have to shut down the government” thingie.  We were threatened with our military men and women not getting paid, but they were careful to let us know that Income Taxes would still be due.  In other words if you owe them – PAY UP and be DAMN QUICK ABOUT IT.  But if they owe you – it is a S O L situation.

But, I’m not bitter.  No, not even a little bit.  I’m just wondering how to obtain more than 1 voting identity (is it as easy as getting multiple email addresses?)  If it is – there will be a huge flushing sound come election day.

Stretching

 

I think we all pretty much know where the boundaries of our own individual tolerance begin and end.  For my husband, it seems to be that he will tolerate almost anything except embracing the Mets or the Yankees.

I still am learning the boundaries of my own tolerance.  I find the older I get, the more willing I am to live and let live.  I’m telling myself this is a good thing since I grew up around “grown ups” who were pretty universally narrow minded and intolerant.

I had thought myself pretty well “finished” when God gave me an opportunity to “stretch”.  Just as all rubber bands are different so are people.  Some rubber bands are very strong and have the ability to withstand extreme pressure and keep holding everything together.  Conversely, there are other rubber bands that are more delicately made and fragile and require lighter duty in order to retain their shape.

But heavy duty or fun shaped, they are all rubber bands in different forms.  And, each of us is God’s own child.  Loved beyond measure by Him and we should all expect that same love and tolerance of one another.

It’s a Long Long Time From May to December…..

 

Somedays you hear things that make you go HUH!  Followed up by “what the hell where they thinking?”

Today was one of those days.  A very pretty 10th grader who seems to have a problem with school was an issue of note.  Oh she goes to school she just manages to not go to classes.  Turns out her 19 year old boyfriend has custody of her.

So, apparently if you have trouble with your daughter find a nice gang banger to turn her over to.  Yep…that’s gonna help.

Who Knew?

 

Some cereal is now promoting 3 kinds of raisins – who knew there were 3 kinds?  Raisins were always just raisins and they came in those red boxes with the girl wearing the red sun bonnet holding a succulent basket of grapes.    Now I find out there are more than one kind!  I don’t like raisins – even if they are dried grapes (I like grapes) and now I have more to dislike.

Fortunately, I shall never be a raisin.  Since plum is the root word of plump I’m guessing that someday I will just be a dried up old PRUNE.

High Brows & Low Brows – Eyebrows & No Brows

 

You just have to laugh at life don’t you.  I’ve reached the age when I can no longer paint my own toenails.  Number 1 – I can’t see them and Number 2 – I can’t reach them.  I tried letting my hubs paint them once and decided that was a bad idea when my toes ended up looking like kitchen matches – all fire engine red on the ends (skin and all.)

You would think a woman who has 3 daughters (2 of which work in salon settings), 3 daughter in laws, 2 granddaughters of an age of ability and several who would give it the old college try could find someone willing to slap a coat of paint on my toes.  BUT NO! 

It is a sad twist of fate that financially I can’t even afford to pay someone to give me pretty toes.  I’ve learned to deal with it.

But yesterday, I noticed that my eyebrows stop somewhere in the middle of my eyes.  Oh, they are still there, they are just so pale that you can’t see half of them anymore.  This has been nice in the fact that I haven’t felt the need to tweeze because I can’t see them and neither can anyone else, but I’m pretty sure people are going to notice 1/2 of an eyebrow!

Now again, there are people close to me who could remedy this situation for me, but apparently that isn’t going to happen.  So…..I’m thinking about putting a jar in the local Piggly Wiggly to fund a brow do.

**We don’t have Piggly Wiggly here but I just liked the sound of it better than Harps and IGA.**