Political Widow
My husband watches politics like other men watch football. With Iowa last week, the ABC debates last night, and New Hampshire on the horizon… well, I’m just glad we don’t have cable.
There was shouting at the TV.
And he’s started calling Huckabee “Houseplant”.
Jobs. Sigh.
Mmm. I’m still looking for a job. Actually, I’ve found a job I want—they just need to want me. I'm sure I could be good at the job and it's a company that I can believe in. And I could proofread! And I liked my interviewers! I have a tremendous desire to send each of the them a fruit basket and shout “Pick me! Pick me!” at their windows. I am restrained by the knowledge that it’s not proper professional conduct to do so. I think I did well in the first half of the interview, but during the behavioral I was less stunning. Sigh. Time to sit down and pray. I wanna work there:)
There is another one on the horizon that’s interesting—I’m just not sure they have the job particularly well defined. This troubles me. In education it’s very much “Here’s your job. Do it and everything else that might come up or need to be done to do this job excellently.” And that means the job gets massive and unwieldy quite quickly unless excellence is optional for the teacher. It’s not optional for me, and I’m not up for playing the saint who lives at her job and works both days of the weekend again.
Marital Communication
Snapshot from our night Friday as we were trying to decide what to do about dinner:
D: How about sushi?
M: How about Puerto Rican?
D: We eat Indian a lot.
M: Yeah. And we just had BBQ last week in Pensacola.
D: How about Coreanne?
M: Huh?
D: Core-re-anne.
M (still puzzled): Huh?
D (slower and louder): Kore-re-anne. Kore-re-ann.
(M looks puzzled)
M: Oh! Korean! Sure!
(both laugh)
D: Nah, let’s order pizza.
I spiak englersh good.
