Friday, July 6, 2007


Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors.
Yeah, so our Noisy neighbors are back. It was soooo peaceful and quiet while they were gone for the 4th. Now they are back, and they are 'unpacking' their car. Which as far as I can see and hear (OMG the hearing!) consists of the kids either swinging whatever is in their hands around and around or making roaring and squealing noises. AAAAGGGGG!!!! I am lamenting the loss of some quiet.
EEk! It has turned into a game! Adult roars and the kids squeal! My ears, my ears!
I know, I know, if it bothers me so much. Move.
Can't, not right now anyway, and the next move I make I want to be into the HOUSE we just bought. Right now we live in a mobile home, in a trailer court. The only good thing is that it is the nicest trailer court in town.
I know it isn't much to complain about. All the other neighbors are quiet, even the ones with kids and newborns and little chihuahuas are quiet. I think the thing that really got to me was when the oldest (about 11-12) brought home the GUITAR. At least it isn't a violin a friend told me, ok, I'll give them that, it is not a violin. But really bad, just learning, guitar music can be REALLY grating as well. It has taken about 3 months, and he is finally up to about 3 chords which he loves to play over and over again on their front porch.
I really don't know how much more of this I can take, before I blow up and storm out of the house (sans pants probably), and go across the street and start screaming at them to turn down the damn rock music while they are doing dishes with the windows and door open! Or to go over there screaming at them that the car alarm is not a toy! That one is my favorite. The wife sits in the car and continually beeps the car alarm until five minutes later her husband finally comes out with whatever it is she sent a child in to tell him to bring her. Or one of the kids gets a hold the remote and sets off the alarm every 3 minutes(I timed it for an hour one day).
Regular kids noises I could probably deal with (sans the roar and squeal that is STILL going on), but it is the guitar, and the car alarm as toy, and the deciding to play loud rock music at odd hours that are getting to me.
Not quite as hot here today, close though.
I didn't here from SEL today, so no idea if they want me yet. Sigh.
Update: They e-mailed me a rotten e-mail to tell me they were 'looking at other candidates'.
I need to get something to eat.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

So hot, it is 98* outside. It is about 80* in here, thanks to our swamp cooler. I am still feeling like I have been stuck in a roaster pan and put in the oven.
It is supposed to cool off towards the weekend, we shall see.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

I love the smell of gunpowder.
I went to the grocery store tonight and I could smell it.
An employing getting carts wanted to know what the smell was. Um, hello it's almost the 4th, aren't you familiar with the smell of exploded fireworks?
I grew up with this smell, Dad liked to make things go 'boom', usually in the canal right next to his house.
Again. Mmmmmmmm Gunpowder. Exploded sulfery wonderful smell.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Nominating Yarn-A-Go-Go

One of my favorite blogs called Yarn-A-Go-Go made a post that really touched my heart.
I nominated her for a perfect post award, and one of the requests was to make a post today about why I chose that particular post.
The post I chose was her post about The Church of Bob. This post really touched me and made tear up, and then made me laugh and smile and miss him to even though I don't even know him.
I loved this post, I love hearing about wonderful people who make a difference in peoples lives, it helps me believe that people aren't all bad, and that there is good in the world. I love her descriptions of Bob and how he helped her and was there for her.
Thank you Rachael for keeping my hope in humanity a float
This choice was really hard to make because she recently had something absolutely magical happen to her. Her cat Digit returned home after being lost for four months.
I am nominating her through the wonderful people over at Suburban Turmoil and Petroville.
Thanks again.

stress, stress, stress

Just finished my phone interview.
Last night I was so stressed out about this phone interview I was shaking, just a little, and my stomach was upset, and my DH kept asking if there was anyway he could help me.
Looks like we are headed into a heat wave, yeah I know most everybody is already there, still......looks like all this week the heat is going to climb and climb and hit way hot by the end of the week.
I ran into brother and sister-in-law and their son while I was grabbing lunch with my friend of forever. They just really don't 'get' that we don't have a vehicle that will reliably take us out of town. They asked "So, you guys didn't go see the fireworks?" I asked, "Fireworks? What fireworks?" and she says, "The ones out at Elk River." I say, "Ah, those, no. We don't have a vehicle that would make it there. DH doesn't trust the truck to take us to Pullman and back, much less to Elk River."
Elk River is an hour drive away on good highway.
Pullman is 8 miles away through road construction.
I managed to make it to church Sunday. Summer service is at 10 am. I didn't get to sleep until 6 am, woke up for one of the nightly/morningly constitutionals at 9:30 am, and thought, Hey I'm awake, I should get dressed and go to church. The amazing thing is I followed through with it and made it to church. Met a nice guy named Glen, I recommended the John Ringo books to him, mostly because I think everyone should read them and enjoy them as much as I did. They are soooooo good.
I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope I get this job, life would become easier.
I have PPQ tonight, looking forward to it. I love being around other crafty people. Mary Jo (shown knitting socks in the DVD The Zen of Socks) has been showing me how to knit socks. Can you believe it? Socks!! Me knitting something actually useful?! Other than a baby blanket or a wash cloth.
I talked with my BFF last night and got some sad news. It seems she may not be able to have children. Instead of dropping down her eggs form cysts in her ovaries. So sad, she is someone who has wanted kids for as long as I have known her. She just wants a whole passel of them, a whole house full. She got married in September and they have been trying since then, and now she finds this out. So sad. I am keeping her in my prayers, please do the same if anyone is actually reading this.
I miss having Sarah P. as a friend.
I wanna a kitty.