Had interview, didn’t get the job. I always tend towards being nervous in interviews, though I’m perfectly confident the rest of the time, and I think that was the issue. Bah humbug.
Plus my housemate’s just announced she wants to move out (and in with her new boyfriend, which I personally think is an awful idea, as he’s really manipulative, she’s really poor, and they’ve only been together a bit over a month), which is going to be a real issue unless I can get a job soon.
Oh well, something will hopefully turn up soon- if I get this security license, there does look to be a lot of work around.
Howdy Y’all! I’ve read everything but don’t think I retained much so…
YAY, BOO, {{{}}}, trouts, Sri Lankan Spiders, chitlins, noogies, how you doin’s as needed.
I took off irk at three this afternoon because it was not stormin’ as predicted and mowed da yahd. It’s all done, I’s all cleanded up, dindin has been et (grilled ham ‘n cheese sammiches and a geen sallit to make it healthy) and it’s thunderatin’ all around, so good thing I snuck off to mow. Go Me!
Ok, that’s all I got for now. Hope everyone’s had a good or at least less sucky day.
Training was long today - mostly just standing around and waiting. But we did drive around so I could visit some of the homes where people offload their catch. At the spot where we met with the crabber, one of her dogs bit **FCD **on the calf. I guess he looked tastier than the rest of us. He’s OK - I slathered the cut with neosporin and put a bandage on it. Someday, the story will grow so that he was attacked by a pack of drooling wolves who gnawed off his leg at the hip…
Not that we NEED the rain right now but it has thunderated and threatened all around but nary a drop has fallen. Still could however as tstorms abound in the area.
My mother’s going off the fucking rails again. At least she doesn’t live with us anymore.
In better news, I played my bass clarinet in the metro (subway) this morning. And, in spite of some difficulties with me making a mistake in my address, I did get the ticket I wanted in the mail. Yay.
I think I’ll log off for now. Keep your fingers crossed for my kid - she had a good interview on Tues and she passed a required test - she should find out Monday if she’ll be a middle school teacher in Orlando.
Meanwhile, it’s time to assume the position on my recliner.
A thirty second torrential downpour, the dirt isn’t wet.
Bring your own water!
Check out the cannon at the statehouse convention center, the old state house next door.
It was raised from a Confederate gun boat scuttled to keep the Union from capturing it, and used in the Battle of Little Rock, and incident with the reconstruction governor.
From thelink:
“At Little Rock, the situation also remained tense. Baxter’s supporters dug up a buried Civil War sixty-four-pounder cannon, repaired it, named it the “Lady Baxter,” and used it to threaten the opponent.”
Flytrap we have days here where I say one could take a frozen 12 pound standin’ rib roast out of da freezer, wrap it in foil, set it on the sidewalk at 8:00 A.M. and it’ll be done for dindin at 6:00 P.M. MMMMMMMM… sidewalk roasted standin’ rib roast! Throw in a couple of foil wrapped N.O.T. on the sidewalk at noon, toss up a nice sallit at 5:30 P.M. and voila… 6:00 P.M. dindin time!
I picked out 7 to look at and since I am looking at occupied homes we have to let them know we are coming. Only 2 have responded.
I told my agent I am putting in an offer this weekend so if I can’t see it well… then they must not want to sell it.
I’m not playing, I wanted to be out of here months ago
On another note, one of the companies that turned me down because I didn’t make enough in 2011 sent me an email asking me how my home search was going? WTF??? UH you told me I didn’t qualify so why do you care?
Sorry for FCD Crossing fingers for** FCK**
More {{{Taters}}} and {{{Wiki}}} because I am reading even if I don’t have much to say other than I’m sorry.
My mother’s bf tries to keep her away from us at times. It doesn’t bother me personally but it bothers me that he tries to keep her from the others. He is so selfish and controlling… and jealous. Sometimes he treats us as though he has to protect my mother from us.
Sometimes I get a kick out of watching him and the HFH competing for her attention and of course my mother just eats it up.
It’s why I don’t want my mother to marry him, then he will have too much control.
He drives my mothers car all the time but if one of us drives it he has a fit. She cooks all his meals but if she makes my son a grilled cheese he goes off about how my son is 18 and he should be making his own food.
I get my digs in though, he last time she made the bf a scrambled egg I gave her a hard time about how he’s 80 years old and why does he need her to make it for him, he’s old enough to make his own egg.
Last week her bf was picking on Sah-son (which so far he doesn’t do in front of me
so I haven’t had a chance to tell his ass off yet). Anyway my mother said something about the Sah-son being able to take it because he is young and full of pee and I said loudly as opposed to being old and full of shit?
Something really, really shitty and surprising happened on Sunday and it’s just now hitting me that it’s the reason that my whole week has gone to hell. I thought I was just sort of shrugging it off, but I realize now that I feel like I’ve been punched very hard in the stomach. I guess I need to quit trying to figure out why in the hell some people act the way that they do. I’m sure I’ll feel better then.
Whoops I tried to change FCK for** FairyChatKid to FCC for FairyChatChild but was too late. FCK doesn’t look nice I’m sorry
However FCD is already taken for FairyChatD**ad
Sari FWIW your last post gave me a big ol’ giggle which is much appreciated right now. As to people not respondin’ to your requests to see your house, well, it’s their loss. They just lost out on possiblly sellin’ their digs to an absolutely AWESOME person. So sad, too bad for them! Go get 'em re your mom’s boyfriend!
My own mom got remarried last year. The guy she married is a prince. I often tease Frank about bein’ my new daddy and it cracks him up. I know I’ve probably mentioned this before but she met him at that hot bed of romance known as the Troup County Jawja Senior Center. He is a definite catch because, if one is over eighty and can drive at night, well, ohhlala! Then again, Mom is over eighty herself and still drives at night. Safely, I might add. Anywho, he was not the first gentleman caller there to pursue her, but, as mom said, the first one with any sense. The other ladies at that hotbed of romance are extremely jealous because she caught one of the primo chatches.
Had a few beers you ask? Moi? Whatever do you mean!
