No deal

Hubby called me earlier. He found out that they are interviewing 4 people today and then 4 more tomorrow for the position I applied for. Obviously I'm not one of them. I'm sad. I thought I'd at least get an interview. Hubby's just downright angry. I feel bad for him. I know he thought that the hurdle would be convincing me to get a job. I don't think he (or I for that matter) realized I would apply for jobs and not get them.

I found out too that the first job I applied for has been reposted. The coordinator for that job did tell Hubby when I first applied for it that he appreciated me applying. That was nice. And we have heard that they are looking for someone with a degree and with no children. I'm out on both counts there.

I had to go to Oklahoma City yesterday for another dentist appointment for Tess. While we were there we went by the State Capitol and I filed my business registration papers as well as my LLC. So I'm official now. I guess I'd better get busy and build this business because it looks like my only option right now.


Still no word

No word on the job front. Applications had to be turned in on the 6th. I know they are really needing to fill the positions quickly because they are short handed. So I'm a little curious as to why I haven't heard anything yet. I'll give it till the end of the week before I decide that they didn't want me.

I've had a lot of interest in my sewing business lately which has me, once again, thinking I need to just concentrate on that and build it up. I'm going to look into manufacturing and maybe just jump right in and attend a trade show. Although I'm terrified of doing it. What if I go to a trade show and get so many orders I can't keep up. What if I go and not a soul buys my stuff.

I do have the name of someone to talk with who works in a showroom in Dallas. I think I'll go give her a call and see what she thinks. And I guess I should maybe put on my walking shoes and see if I can get my items in some stores. That might get me more exposure and increase sales and interest.

I'm rambling aren't I. I do that. Especially when I don't know what to do. My head hurts just thinking about it all. I think I need a bon bon.



I'm cleaning today. Which is a surprise in itself. Decided to tackle the kitchen counters that continually accumulate an immense amount of clutter. I'm not sure where all that junk comes from. But today is the day it's being re-routed. Mostly to the trash can.

So in one of the stacks I found an old grocery list that had some notes on it of Tess-isms I meant to add to my blog. Gotta write these things down so I don't forget them!

Spagarus - A green vegetable that Tess thought she might like until she tried it. As in, "Mommy, acshwee I don't think I wike spagarus".

Unguns - Another vegetable that Tess doesn't like. "Tess, would you like an onion ring?" "No Mommy, I don't wike unguns."

Pursons Sign - Another name for the sign you see next to a crosswalk. "Mommy, I don't know what dose pursons signs are forwh." "What signs Tess?" "Dos signs, wiff the pursons on dem."

And now I can throw this old grocery list away.

You can't dry a toothbrush

Well, you might be able to. But I knew she hadn't.

Last night I asked Selah several times to brush her teeth. I found her sitting on the couch after she was supposed to have taken care of it and this was our conversation.

"Did you brush your teeth?"


"Are you sure?" I didn't think she'd been in the bathroom long enough to really do it.

"YES!" She was getting defensive awfully quick.

"Ok" I said as I was walking out of the room, "I'm going to go look at your toothbrush to see."

"I cleaned it when it was done." Uh, huh. Sure you did.

"Well then it should still be wet then."

"Oh, I dried it". I don't think so.

"Nope, you can't dry a toothbursh Selah."

She stuck with her story as she got up to brush her teeth "again". On the way into the bathroom she's crying because she doesn't want to do it two times and I looked her in the eye and said, "You have one last chance to tell me the truth. If you lie you're going to be in big trouble. Did you brush your teeth already?"

Tears are getting bigger now and she quietly responds with, "No".

Little stinker! That was just a big huge bold face lie! She kept it up for a long time too. Why lie about something like that. She stresses me out.

On the job front, I didn't get the full time position I applied for. I'm relieved. I didn't really want it, the hours just freaked me out. I don't want to have to deal with not being here for the kiddos in the morning and after school. I did get a little competitive feeling though after I found out that one of my good friends had applied for the same job. She still doesn't know that I was up for it too. I didn't want the job but I didn't want her to have it either. Isn't that awful! As far as I know they are still interviewing for that position. Apparently they want someone with a degree. Not sure why, you can do that job without a degree. But I'm out if that's what they're looking for.

So another job with the same company came up and it would be perfect. I still don't know that I'm ready to go back to work but if I must then this position would be ideal. There are actually 3 positions available, all part time. Two are from 9:30 - 3:00 and one is from 10:00 - 4:00. I could be here in the morning to get kids to school and be home when they got home. Or pretty close to it at least. The applications closed yesterday and I got mine turned in. Guess who else has applied. Yep, my friend. The person who will be doing the interviews happens to also know my friend. And she knows me. And there is one other applicant that used to work in the same department 10 years ago before she got married and moved away. Now she's back. I'd love for the 3 of us to get the positions but there are 67 applicants all together. So now I'm worried that I won't get it. And that they will. I've pretty much come to the realization that I have to bring in an income. This is the one I want. Wish me luck.

Oh, and I found my scissors. Not before I went and bought a new pair of course. I came home one evening and Hubby told me that Elliot was messing around in Marleigh's room and found them in there. When asked she said, "Oh yeah, I think I did use them." I asked her why she didn't remember that when I was looking high and low for them. She claims I never asked HER where they were. Hmmmm, I'm not sure about that. Maybe that's where Selah gets her lying ways.