My Peanut Gallery

A recent conversation in a dressing room with my 4 year old son:

"You're not going to wear those, are you?"

"uh, well, maybe. I don't know. why?"

"Let me think........
... they look awful"

"awful?!"

"Yep. And Horrible."
"But that shirt is pretty"

J might want to start dealing with it now.

So as you might assume from the title I don't really have anything to report. No job yet. Most of the job openings I have found are a 30-60 minute drive from my house. I've worked at a job that was 30-40 minutes (depending on traffic)away before and I actually like the drive. You know, turn up the radio and sing along, or just some quiet time to get your thoughts in order.

However, it seems that that much of a distance puts people off of hiring me. At my last interview the lady told me she was "hesitant to hire someone with that long of a drive because what if I find something closer to home and then quit".

I assured her that I like that drive and that if I got the job then that was it, I would not be looking for another one but I guess I didn't convince her because she said she would call me by monday (the one 2 days ago) but she never did.*

Seriously, I don't know how to convince anyone that I hate job hopping. I worked in a restaurant for 8 years (who does that?!), if that doesn't prove I hate to switch jobs then I don't know what does.

*le sigh*

I know everything happens for a reason and I didn't get that job so that I would be available for the job of my dreams (yeah right), but right about know the job of my dreams pretty much includes anything that pays.


*Employers around here are worse than men when they say they will call you. Seriously you just hired someone for the job I wanted, you obviously have someone in the office that can take a couple of minutes and call people like you said you would. rude bitches.

Time for some pictures!

After Christmas I babysat the boys because their daycare was closed and conveniently I don't have a job. Also? My sister decided she was gonna bring her 2 girls for a visit.

Let's see. That's peanut plus 3 more boys and 2 girls. I know, can you believe it? 6 kids running around my house for 4 days straight and we all made it out alive. It's like a Christmas miracle or something.

My sis and niece.



The other niece. She looks sweet and innocent doesn't she?
Looks are so very deceiving. She. Is. Queen.
You! Bow now!



The queen and her chauffeur.



What?! I was not trying to make him get off! Here, let me smile at you...see how cute I am? Now, tell him to get off,I want it.



And then we have the twins. I just want to snarfle them up.
snarfle: the noise I make when inhaling the smell from their chubby little necks.Oh how it makes them laugh!




On a different note, one that I have no way to segue into gracefully, December 20th was the One year anniversary of Annie's murder. It seems so odd and dramatic to say murder. Like if I say death it's somehow different, easier, edges softened. Death could be from any number of things, while murder..... is a... thing.... a monster in the room with you... harsh and jagged, no room for eyes averted, no where to hide your mind from it.

The last I've heard Heather's trial is supposed to start at the beginning of March, but no matter what happens, she will not be able to avert her eyes and hide her mind from what she did.
She has not been allowed to see the twins since she gave birth and in a truely satisfying twist of fate they look so much like "annie" did that it's sometimes eerie.
Should she somehow not be convicted, and somehow get visitation rights- she will have to face what she did each and every time she looks at them.

I can't believe I forgot to show you all this.
We took peanut mini golfing for the first time months ago. He had a blast, even got a hole-in-one. J and I had fun too, especially laughing at the shaping on some of the holes.



A subliminal inside joke for the parents?

It's always 20/20.


After a trip to the gym this morning I decided to swing by my friend JC's business to finalize the details on an upcoming night out. While I was there I learned some.... interesting info.

Let me back track a little- last month I went for an interview and I left with a pretty good feeling.
1. I know 2 people in the office who vouched for me,
2. It's for a company that routinely did work with my previous company, ergo the boss knows my old boss pretty well, and
3. I'm absolutely positive my my old boss gave me a good recommendation.

Needless to say I wasn't sure I had the job but I figured it was probably a good bet. Then I got the call that they hired someone else. Someone who had experience in the one aspect of the job I didn't, and I was ok with that. She had more experience.

But I was their second choice.
Gee. thanks for letting me know that.

Fast forward to today.

JC's girlfriend K works at this place. Matter of fact that's who's job I was applying for because she received a promotion.

Come to find out the new girl is an idiot. Messing things up left and right.

So I was all - wow really? cause I thought she had all this experience.

Turns out she got hired because, and I quote, "look at that breath of fresh air walking in."

Yes and apparently she could be Jessica Simpson's mental twin.

If I had known showing off the girls would help me get the job, I would have skipped business casual and went straight for my going out clothes. You're probably thinking- pffft you don't want to work for people like that anyway.

At this point i don't care. It wouldn't have mattered to me if they only hired me because I have pretty nice D cups, because I know I could have done that job. All I needed was an in. I thought I had it with friends working there but I guess when it comes to the old men the skinny blond wins out.

Bastards.

I hope she screws up so much they call me begging.