To the boy who (allegedly) called my daughter "disgusting":
I have 2 words for you: Thank You.
Say what??
Yep, that's right. Thank you. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to comfort my child when she told me what a friend said about her, a look of uncertainty on her beautiful face, wondering what I would say in response. I can't describe it...this look of such self-doubt and pain, as if to ask,"Could it be true?" This is not the first time I've seen this look of heartbreak on her face, but it is the first time it's been over a boy - or what one thought of her. I am sure that the first time must be the most painful. My first reaction was to tell her that she was, of course, not disgusting. That it was so not true that the mere suggestion was laughable. Maybe he's not a very smart boy?? Surely he meant "enchanting", right? I mean, hello! This is my daughter, not the Elephant Man! I wanted to hunt you down and tell you why you were wrong to even hint at such a thing. There are so many things I could tell you (or yell and scream at you) about how wonderful she is. How she always thinks of others before herself and she always tries to make sure no one feels left out. Oh, she's certainly not perfect, but she is loving and smart and really funny and so, so beautiful - those big bluish-greenish eyes melt my heart. And when I saw them filled with tears just trying to spill over her beautiful, long eyelashes I felt my heart shatter for her. I was so angry with you for putting that look on her face. Say that about ME, but never her. It is my job to shield her and protect her from such hurt - but I have failed this time and oh how I wish I could go back and stop this pain from happening. I would fly backwards around the planet and make time go backwards and stop that lousy "friend" from spilling the ugly gossip. Or maybe go one more lap and make you trip on your way to class and bite your tongue so you couldn't even spew such mean things. I realize she will have to experience the hurts of life and learn from them. But I don't have to like it. And I don't have to like you.
I've been trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, but it's hard. I don't really have that luxury where my children are concerned. I have to always be on the lookout for what might try to jump out and harm them. I want to shield them from hurt. I am the one who tries to soothe them when mean people happen. And as much as I might try to convince myself that you couldn't have really said that or if you did say it, surely you didn't mean it to sound as ugly as it did, I'm feeling more and more certain that you did say it with no regard to how it might make her feel. And whether or not you thought she'd find out, what a sad sign of what's in your heart. Someone needs to wrap you in a hug and tell you the world is not so full of hate. Love and kindness are still the best way to go. I hope that you will learn that words hurt. I hope that you don't have to learn it the same way my daughter has.
Last
night, when I was relaying this "terrible, awful" to my husband, trying
not to cry on her behalf because the last thing any of us needs is my
husband trying to hunt down an insignificant little boy (yes, YOU),
something occurred to me (read: God smacked me in the forehead with it)
and I am so thankful for this revelation:
In
her lifetime she is going to hear "no" a lot. This is because God has
someone so perfectly specific in mind for her that he doesn't want her
to get sidetracked by anybody He hasn't chosen for her. You see, my
daughter is precious in my sight but even more precious in His. She is
the daughter of the King. THE King. That makes her a princess and only
a perfectly hand-picked prince will do. No mere peasant will do for
this princess.
I often worry that I have prayed for protection so hard and for so long over all my children that they won't ever get to experience life (and those horrible life lessons that come with it). You know like when Dory told Marlin that he couldn't not let anything happen to Nemo "because then nothing would ever happen" to him? But then days like yesterday happen and I just pray harder. Your ugly words are no match for God's love. I will love her and remind her that darkness always runs from light. I will encourage her to keep her light shining because that is just the kind of girl she is.
For now I
can still take her in my arms and hold her until we both stop crying,
and I pray that she will always come to me when someone tries to knock
her down. We will hug it out together.
So back to you - the guy with the mean words: thank you for showing your true self now while she's still young enough to let me hug the pain away. Yes, it hurt both of our hearts to hear such ugly words come out of the mouth of a "friend". It also hurt to hear that another "friend" took it upon herself to relay this hurtful message. (You managed to sneak a lesson in true friendship in there, too. Go, you!) She's much better today, thanks to the above-mentioned hugs and revelation (I got to tell her first thing this morning). It's been wonderful to be reminded of just what God has in store for her. And I am so blessed to be the one who was able to deliver this reminder of God's perfect love for her.
So again, thanks.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Thursday, June 13, 2013
This I Believe...
So I'm officially back in school now, though I haven't even gone in to get my ID yet. Too much other stuff going on right now to mess with that. I have planned to go in tomorrow and take care of it. Think it's a bad idea to take my kids with me to the college campus? Ha! I am afraid they might blend in better than I do.
I am having a hard time adjusting to the process of writing an essay (This I Believe) and having "peers" review it and reviewing theirs, too. What makes them peers is the fact that we're all taking this class. Other than that, I don't think there is a single student who actually reads what they write. I read almost all of the essays so far and "I believe" I would have to shoot myself if I were the professor. My kids write better papers and one of them is only 7. So it's disturbing to have them as "peers" and have them making suggestions on my work. I am not by any means suggesting my work is flawless, but by comparison it is at least legible.
I'm only in the first week and I'm starting to see the bad side to online courses. I might have to start going to class next semester. Anything to avoid my peers.
This I believe...I am grumpy today.
I am having a hard time adjusting to the process of writing an essay (This I Believe) and having "peers" review it and reviewing theirs, too. What makes them peers is the fact that we're all taking this class. Other than that, I don't think there is a single student who actually reads what they write. I read almost all of the essays so far and "I believe" I would have to shoot myself if I were the professor. My kids write better papers and one of them is only 7. So it's disturbing to have them as "peers" and have them making suggestions on my work. I am not by any means suggesting my work is flawless, but by comparison it is at least legible.
I'm only in the first week and I'm starting to see the bad side to online courses. I might have to start going to class next semester. Anything to avoid my peers.
This I believe...I am grumpy today.
Friday, April 19, 2013
And the beat goes on...
Wow...what a ride it's been lately.
I recently had a marble-sized mass removed (excised - what a yucky word!) from my left breast. Turns out it was a Cellular Adenoma which is fancy talk for benign lump of cells. It's not (and doesn't become) cancer and I am thankful for that. Even though this mass was removed completely, it can come back. In the same spot or a different spot. Lovely. I do not have much to work with here, folks. I cannot afford to be cutting the stuff out one marble at a time! I also just can't afford it. Financially speaking.
All this breast craziness started in February when I went in for my first mammogram. I was so nervous because I've always heard how torturous they are, but I was pleasantly surprised. No discomfort. Awkward, yes. Painful, no way. They explained that I may get a call back for a second mammo or an ultrasound since it was my first, and they had to determine what is "normal for you." Fine. Sounds great.
Next day - I get a call from my doctor. Hey, they found a spot, no worries, this is normal, yada, yada, yada. They just need to determine what's "normal for you." I kept hearing that same phrase over the next several days.
I go in for the ultrasound (alone - but barely; had to convince the husband that this was perfectly nothing), and I was fine until everyone kept acting sad towards me. Did they know something I didn't? Helloooo, people! This is perfectly normal, remember? No big deal, remember? Why are you handing me tissues?
The doctor comes in to do the ultrasound and it takes about 2 minutes for him to decide that its definitely not a cyst. "So what we're gonna do is take a needle and---" Huh? Asphinctersayswhat? No, no, wait! You just said "needle" in reference to my left boob. Not cool. When I did one of those Chester Cheetah shake your head things and started listening to him again, I realized he wanted to do a needle biopsy. Hey, it's very likely nothing, no worries, this is very common, yada, yada, yada. We just have to prove its nothing.
Two days later I'm back (with husband in tow). Again with the sad looks. Today the doctor is going to stab me with what looks like a small ice pick and take some tissue samples. Then he is going to put in a fancy little "clip" to mark the spot of this unwanted treasure. Just in case they have to go back and cut it out. Just what every girl wants to hear!
The procedure wasn't so bad. Uncomfortable. Could have used some medical grade marijuana, probably. Okay, I have no idea what that would do but I would probably NOT have turned it down at that point. I'm just saying. I go home and wait. And try to be normal with my kids.
***At this time I would like to point out that I learned something major about myself during this ordeal. If I were to become ill I am not like those people who wake up and decide to fight and beat the disease. I am not strong like that. I would crawl into my bed and hide and cry and feel sorry for myself forever. For my very short forever because I would only want to eat brownies in bed and possibly re-read The Thorn Birds.***
The doctor calls. I will need an excisional biopsy. This means meeting with a breast surgeon and although I always wanted to it was for entirely different reasons. The following Monday I meet her and she's amazing. Lovely woman. We go through the motions of whether or not I'm going to have this unwanted guest taken out of my body (the clip marks the spot!), all the while both of us knowing that this sucker is coming out.
Two days later (are you starting to understand why this was so hectic??) and I'm having "minor" surgery. The night before I had to talk to my children about it. My girl had already asked if I was sick because I'd had so many doctor appointments so I decided that I should let them know. Besides, any time general anesthesia is involved you just never know...and I wanted to make sure they heard this scary stuff from me and had time to come up with and ask any questions. They heard nothing from me. I froze and started to cry. (see the asterisks above) Fortunately my husband is incredible and explained it to them beautifully and they were informed and comforted before they had time to panic.
The surgery went very well. The mass was larger than they thought so she had to take more (because I have so much to begin with, this is no big deal. NOT.) than they'd initially planned but she got it all and we should hear back within 3-5 days. This was Wednesday. I got a call from the surgeon on Friday letting me know it was NOT the phyllodes tumor we feared. Praise the Lord! For good news and good doctors who share information with you as soon as they get it.
Exhale. Cry some more.
I know this is so minor for most people. My big scare is nothing compared to what other people face daily. But it was my scare and it was, to me, scary.
After my follow up visit yesterday I have learned that it is (for now, anyway) over. We'll see when I go for my next mammogram on the first of NEVER. Not really. I'm going back in February and I'm sure everything will be great. Now that we know what's "normal" for me. ;)
I recently had a marble-sized mass removed (excised - what a yucky word!) from my left breast. Turns out it was a Cellular Adenoma which is fancy talk for benign lump of cells. It's not (and doesn't become) cancer and I am thankful for that. Even though this mass was removed completely, it can come back. In the same spot or a different spot. Lovely. I do not have much to work with here, folks. I cannot afford to be cutting the stuff out one marble at a time! I also just can't afford it. Financially speaking.
All this breast craziness started in February when I went in for my first mammogram. I was so nervous because I've always heard how torturous they are, but I was pleasantly surprised. No discomfort. Awkward, yes. Painful, no way. They explained that I may get a call back for a second mammo or an ultrasound since it was my first, and they had to determine what is "normal for you." Fine. Sounds great.
Next day - I get a call from my doctor. Hey, they found a spot, no worries, this is normal, yada, yada, yada. They just need to determine what's "normal for you." I kept hearing that same phrase over the next several days.
I go in for the ultrasound (alone - but barely; had to convince the husband that this was perfectly nothing), and I was fine until everyone kept acting sad towards me. Did they know something I didn't? Helloooo, people! This is perfectly normal, remember? No big deal, remember? Why are you handing me tissues?
The doctor comes in to do the ultrasound and it takes about 2 minutes for him to decide that its definitely not a cyst. "So what we're gonna do is take a needle and---" Huh? Asphinctersayswhat? No, no, wait! You just said "needle" in reference to my left boob. Not cool. When I did one of those Chester Cheetah shake your head things and started listening to him again, I realized he wanted to do a needle biopsy. Hey, it's very likely nothing, no worries, this is very common, yada, yada, yada. We just have to prove its nothing.
Two days later I'm back (with husband in tow). Again with the sad looks. Today the doctor is going to stab me with what looks like a small ice pick and take some tissue samples. Then he is going to put in a fancy little "clip" to mark the spot of this unwanted treasure. Just in case they have to go back and cut it out. Just what every girl wants to hear!
The procedure wasn't so bad. Uncomfortable. Could have used some medical grade marijuana, probably. Okay, I have no idea what that would do but I would probably NOT have turned it down at that point. I'm just saying. I go home and wait. And try to be normal with my kids.
***At this time I would like to point out that I learned something major about myself during this ordeal. If I were to become ill I am not like those people who wake up and decide to fight and beat the disease. I am not strong like that. I would crawl into my bed and hide and cry and feel sorry for myself forever. For my very short forever because I would only want to eat brownies in bed and possibly re-read The Thorn Birds.***
The doctor calls. I will need an excisional biopsy. This means meeting with a breast surgeon and although I always wanted to it was for entirely different reasons. The following Monday I meet her and she's amazing. Lovely woman. We go through the motions of whether or not I'm going to have this unwanted guest taken out of my body (the clip marks the spot!), all the while both of us knowing that this sucker is coming out.
Two days later (are you starting to understand why this was so hectic??) and I'm having "minor" surgery. The night before I had to talk to my children about it. My girl had already asked if I was sick because I'd had so many doctor appointments so I decided that I should let them know. Besides, any time general anesthesia is involved you just never know...and I wanted to make sure they heard this scary stuff from me and had time to come up with and ask any questions. They heard nothing from me. I froze and started to cry. (see the asterisks above) Fortunately my husband is incredible and explained it to them beautifully and they were informed and comforted before they had time to panic.
The surgery went very well. The mass was larger than they thought so she had to take more (because I have so much to begin with, this is no big deal. NOT.) than they'd initially planned but she got it all and we should hear back within 3-5 days. This was Wednesday. I got a call from the surgeon on Friday letting me know it was NOT the phyllodes tumor we feared. Praise the Lord! For good news and good doctors who share information with you as soon as they get it.
Exhale. Cry some more.
I know this is so minor for most people. My big scare is nothing compared to what other people face daily. But it was my scare and it was, to me, scary.
After my follow up visit yesterday I have learned that it is (for now, anyway) over. We'll see when I go for my next mammogram on the first of NEVER. Not really. I'm going back in February and I'm sure everything will be great. Now that we know what's "normal" for me. ;)
Monday, November 14, 2011
No Meat, Day 2
So you might think I'm nuts, but I'm going to go this week with no meat. I'm doing it for a couple of reasons. First, I'm doing it as a fast...I know it will not be easy for a person who likes food (i.e. cows and piggies) as much as I do, but I also know that it will be worth it. And fasting isn't supposed to be easy. Duh. I am praying that the Lord will see that I'm making this small sacrifice and reward me richly. It could happen.
I'm also doing it for health reasons. I've been having weird chest pains/attacks of my respiratory system or something like that and I think it's related to my awful dietary habits. Plus, I'm trying to make dietary changes one step at a time. 2 weeks ago today I gave up Diet Coke. More for the aspartame than anything else. However, because I'm not drinking Diet Coke, that means I also haven't had a soda in two weeks. Bonus!! Coffee, tea and water. And Kool-Aid. What can I say? Sometimes I just gotta have something other than "bland" to drink.
Guess I'm trying to knock down my list of vices. Two pretty big ones are gone: cigarettes and Diet Coke. Yes, chocolate is on that list but way down at the bottom. Cut a girl some slack, would ya? I figured the next one on the list would be meat. Then we'll move on to, I don't know yet. Gotta get through this one first.
And I have to say it's been pretty darn easy! I'm so excited about this that I can't stand it! There are just so many ways to get protein - ways that taste good, even! Last night I had some black bean soup stuff that my husband made. Yum-O! Today I think I'll have a big, fat salad and pasta for dinner. I feel pretty confident about this. I will be posting updates on how the meat-less days go. Maybe I'll go longer than a week. All I know for sure is I started with a goal of one week and I guess I'll go from there. Hopefully I'll start to see less and less of myself in the mirror. I am so huge now it's not even funny. And I don't mean huge in the sense that skinny girls who complain of "I'm soooo fat" when they're having their period mean. I mean that if I haven't seen you since I moved up to Yankee, TX then you would very likely not recognize me. And I'd have to be glad for that because if there is anything good about being far away from everyone I know, it's that you can't see me at my largest self. In any case, I'm doing what I can to change that. Baby steps, people.
As far as other stuff goes, hmmm, let's see. Jacob's football season is over. We didn't let him sign up for basketball because he really needs to learn to workout and in the off-season he can learn some weight-training techniques. This is necessary because he's got some little boy messing with him in Athletics and Jake needs to learn that he has the ability to protect himself.
Also, teacher conferences were last week for Aaron and Connor's classes and those went very well. Aaron is super smart and charming, yada yada yada. Connor is borderline-genius. Really. That's what her teacher said! Wow! That is amazing. Not that she is, just that there is a teacher out there who is willing to voice it. She actually said that she hopes we stay in Aubrey because she would like to be able to keep up with Connor's life. She feels that she's destined to do great things and wants to be able to see her excel. Again, Wow! I know that her last teacher was always talking about how great she is and how blessed she (the teacher) was to be able to teach her. I just had no idea she'd come into her "own" or whatever in such a way. I pray that she continues down this path.
Job news: I had an interview last Tuesday with an optometry office. I think the interview went well, but it ended very abruptly. Weird. I guess we'll see. Also, the husband got a couple of encouraging emails last week so hopefully God has decided that it's time for him to go back to work. I pray, pray, pray that this is the case. Bills are due. Christmas is almost here. We are so anxious to see what God has in store for us. As Jacob would say (at age 3 or so) "it's gonna be so great!"
God Bless You!
I'm also doing it for health reasons. I've been having weird chest pains/attacks of my respiratory system or something like that and I think it's related to my awful dietary habits. Plus, I'm trying to make dietary changes one step at a time. 2 weeks ago today I gave up Diet Coke. More for the aspartame than anything else. However, because I'm not drinking Diet Coke, that means I also haven't had a soda in two weeks. Bonus!! Coffee, tea and water. And Kool-Aid. What can I say? Sometimes I just gotta have something other than "bland" to drink.
Guess I'm trying to knock down my list of vices. Two pretty big ones are gone: cigarettes and Diet Coke. Yes, chocolate is on that list but way down at the bottom. Cut a girl some slack, would ya? I figured the next one on the list would be meat. Then we'll move on to, I don't know yet. Gotta get through this one first.
And I have to say it's been pretty darn easy! I'm so excited about this that I can't stand it! There are just so many ways to get protein - ways that taste good, even! Last night I had some black bean soup stuff that my husband made. Yum-O! Today I think I'll have a big, fat salad and pasta for dinner. I feel pretty confident about this. I will be posting updates on how the meat-less days go. Maybe I'll go longer than a week. All I know for sure is I started with a goal of one week and I guess I'll go from there. Hopefully I'll start to see less and less of myself in the mirror. I am so huge now it's not even funny. And I don't mean huge in the sense that skinny girls who complain of "I'm soooo fat" when they're having their period mean. I mean that if I haven't seen you since I moved up to Yankee, TX then you would very likely not recognize me. And I'd have to be glad for that because if there is anything good about being far away from everyone I know, it's that you can't see me at my largest self. In any case, I'm doing what I can to change that. Baby steps, people.
As far as other stuff goes, hmmm, let's see. Jacob's football season is over. We didn't let him sign up for basketball because he really needs to learn to workout and in the off-season he can learn some weight-training techniques. This is necessary because he's got some little boy messing with him in Athletics and Jake needs to learn that he has the ability to protect himself.
Also, teacher conferences were last week for Aaron and Connor's classes and those went very well. Aaron is super smart and charming, yada yada yada. Connor is borderline-genius. Really. That's what her teacher said! Wow! That is amazing. Not that she is, just that there is a teacher out there who is willing to voice it. She actually said that she hopes we stay in Aubrey because she would like to be able to keep up with Connor's life. She feels that she's destined to do great things and wants to be able to see her excel. Again, Wow! I know that her last teacher was always talking about how great she is and how blessed she (the teacher) was to be able to teach her. I just had no idea she'd come into her "own" or whatever in such a way. I pray that she continues down this path.
Job news: I had an interview last Tuesday with an optometry office. I think the interview went well, but it ended very abruptly. Weird. I guess we'll see. Also, the husband got a couple of encouraging emails last week so hopefully God has decided that it's time for him to go back to work. I pray, pray, pray that this is the case. Bills are due. Christmas is almost here. We are so anxious to see what God has in store for us. As Jacob would say (at age 3 or so) "it's gonna be so great!"
God Bless You!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Today I would like to discuss the chores we have assigned to our children. Not very many, really. They are supposed to keep their rooms straight and keep their bathroom (somewhat) presentable, but other than that there's not much for them to do. They (Jake and Connor) trade off weeks feeding Dumb and Dumber, a.k.a. Lucy and Cami, and they also have to do poop scoop in the backyard daily.
The whole reason I've been thinking about this is because by the time I was 12 (Jake's age) I am pretty sure I was doing a lot more than my little beloveds are. We made them unload and reload the dishwasher the other day, mostly because neither me or my husband wanted to. :) What can I say? It's good to be the king. Anyway, you'd think we told them they had to repaint the house. The groaning and the mopey faces. Very pathetic.
But then, when I was cleaning the kitchen again (after dinner) I was feeling bad for making them do what I consider to be MY job. I know some of you will groan at this, but just think about it: I quit working years ago so I could be home to take care of my kids. Part of that is keeping our house semi-clean, and keeping everyone fed, etc. So if I'm now delegating my duties to the kids, what does that say about my job performance? Did I just promote myself, so that I am now a stay at home "supervisor"? Hmm.
Actually, I do like the way that sounds.
I will have to think about this and get back to you.
The whole reason I've been thinking about this is because by the time I was 12 (Jake's age) I am pretty sure I was doing a lot more than my little beloveds are. We made them unload and reload the dishwasher the other day, mostly because neither me or my husband wanted to. :) What can I say? It's good to be the king. Anyway, you'd think we told them they had to repaint the house. The groaning and the mopey faces. Very pathetic.
But then, when I was cleaning the kitchen again (after dinner) I was feeling bad for making them do what I consider to be MY job. I know some of you will groan at this, but just think about it: I quit working years ago so I could be home to take care of my kids. Part of that is keeping our house semi-clean, and keeping everyone fed, etc. So if I'm now delegating my duties to the kids, what does that say about my job performance? Did I just promote myself, so that I am now a stay at home "supervisor"? Hmm.
Actually, I do like the way that sounds.
I will have to think about this and get back to you.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Attack of the Flies
There are these hideous little flies all over our house. They look like fruit flies or something. Maybe they don't look like fruit flies...but they don't look like house flies, which are bad enough. These things are gross. Gross. Gross. They are called Drain Flies and they look like this:
On another, much cuter note, my 5 year old completely conked out yesterday after school in his little rocking chair while watching Daddy play some video game or another. Not sure which one it was at this point. But this poor little guy was plum tuckered out!
And now it's almost bed time, so I'm done. Plus these flies have got me all weirded out and given me the heeby-jeebies. Bleh.
Other happy news
There's news! I got a call yesterday afternoon from one of the places I applied and I have an interview on Monday! Woo-hoo! This particular job is only temp, and seasonal, but whatever. It's so nice just to have someone call back! I was beginning to feel like the last kid picked for kickball, ya know?
And this morning I heard from another place I'd applied saying I'd passed step one and now must complete step 2 and boy is it a doozie, but I PASSED STEP 1. This is great news, folks. I really needed some encouragement and this is doing wonders. Even if it goes no further, this is still good.
The job is for a 911 operator type thing and so it's a major background check and they want to know how many times I've farted in the last 20+ years. A lot. They will not accept "a lot" as my answer, though. They want to know how often, what dates (month and year) and location. They probably will be asking what I had for dinner on those dates as well and they might as well because I do not have the answer to that question any more than I do to most of the questions on the list. The 32 (that's right, thirty-two) page Personal History. I don't know who my neighbors were at the apartments I lived in, in Plano. I didn't want to know them. I still don't feel bad that I never got to know them. There was an old man downstairs that was friendly enough, and who I felt bad for because he had to live under us. Aaron the speed-racer, Connor the dancing queen and Jacob the french horn player. Plus the dog. And not to mention the psycho cat who is still not quite the same after being cooped up in an apartment for 6 months. Back to the point...the old man was nice and all, but I don't know his name. I am not going back to the apartment complex to find out his name.
You get the picture...it's a pretty extensive check. In case you're wondering, I will be disclosing my criminal record. Yep. That fight from high school is still haunting me. Please don't misunderstand...I have no regrets. She really needed her butt kicked and she knows it. Wherever she is today, I know that she knows she needed her butt kicked. They will probably want her name and address, too. If you should see her, please tell her I'm looking for her. She can send me a friend request on Facebook. Ha!
I also have to send certified copies of my transcripts and diploma from HIGH SCHOOL. It's a job just completing the paperwork! But the benefits are amazing and need I remind you (or me) IT'S A JOB!!! With a paycheck!! And I'm hoping that part of the test of getting the job is actually completing this novel that I have to complete in my own handwriting and hand deliver. I also have to disclose every job I've had since I was 16. I was 16 once, right? Makes my brain hurt just trying to remember that far back. Oh, and every traffic ticket I've gotten. Complete with date and location, and whether I paid the fine, took defensive driving, dated the cop, whatever. The last speeding ticket I got was in 1999. I'm pretty sure it was in Houston. It gets kind of foggy after that, lol. Not really L-OL, just L. It's pretty involved, indeed. Credit check. Lie detector. Seriously? Seems kinda crazy but whatever. I can do this. All I know for sure is if they don't hire me, I hope they give me back my certified copies, ha ha. :)
Other happy news.... Jake's football team won today! It's their first win of the season, so it's a pretty big deal. He was in for most of the game and as he says, he was a "monster" at blocking. So humble, that boy.
And I un-clogged the kids' bathroom sink, too. Boy. It has been a pretty good day, indeed.
Note to self: tomorrow I want to discuss kids and their chores. Yep.
And this morning I heard from another place I'd applied saying I'd passed step one and now must complete step 2 and boy is it a doozie, but I PASSED STEP 1. This is great news, folks. I really needed some encouragement and this is doing wonders. Even if it goes no further, this is still good.
The job is for a 911 operator type thing and so it's a major background check and they want to know how many times I've farted in the last 20+ years. A lot. They will not accept "a lot" as my answer, though. They want to know how often, what dates (month and year) and location. They probably will be asking what I had for dinner on those dates as well and they might as well because I do not have the answer to that question any more than I do to most of the questions on the list. The 32 (that's right, thirty-two) page Personal History. I don't know who my neighbors were at the apartments I lived in, in Plano. I didn't want to know them. I still don't feel bad that I never got to know them. There was an old man downstairs that was friendly enough, and who I felt bad for because he had to live under us. Aaron the speed-racer, Connor the dancing queen and Jacob the french horn player. Plus the dog. And not to mention the psycho cat who is still not quite the same after being cooped up in an apartment for 6 months. Back to the point...the old man was nice and all, but I don't know his name. I am not going back to the apartment complex to find out his name.
You get the picture...it's a pretty extensive check. In case you're wondering, I will be disclosing my criminal record. Yep. That fight from high school is still haunting me. Please don't misunderstand...I have no regrets. She really needed her butt kicked and she knows it. Wherever she is today, I know that she knows she needed her butt kicked. They will probably want her name and address, too. If you should see her, please tell her I'm looking for her. She can send me a friend request on Facebook. Ha!
I also have to send certified copies of my transcripts and diploma from HIGH SCHOOL. It's a job just completing the paperwork! But the benefits are amazing and need I remind you (or me) IT'S A JOB!!! With a paycheck!! And I'm hoping that part of the test of getting the job is actually completing this novel that I have to complete in my own handwriting and hand deliver. I also have to disclose every job I've had since I was 16. I was 16 once, right? Makes my brain hurt just trying to remember that far back. Oh, and every traffic ticket I've gotten. Complete with date and location, and whether I paid the fine, took defensive driving, dated the cop, whatever. The last speeding ticket I got was in 1999. I'm pretty sure it was in Houston. It gets kind of foggy after that, lol. Not really L-OL, just L. It's pretty involved, indeed. Credit check. Lie detector. Seriously? Seems kinda crazy but whatever. I can do this. All I know for sure is if they don't hire me, I hope they give me back my certified copies, ha ha. :)
Other happy news.... Jake's football team won today! It's their first win of the season, so it's a pretty big deal. He was in for most of the game and as he says, he was a "monster" at blocking. So humble, that boy.
And I un-clogged the kids' bathroom sink, too. Boy. It has been a pretty good day, indeed.
Note to self: tomorrow I want to discuss kids and their chores. Yep.
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