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I am soooooooo frustrated right this second. Here I am watching American Idol on the dvr (which I was totally unmoved by tonight), eating a redvine, relaxing and reading some blogs when my dog runs to the door and grumbles. I let her out and she bolts out the door and across the grass barking vigorously.
This is not unusual since we have a wide variety of night time critters who frequent our property. I walk out onto the patio to breathe in some fresh night air and to make sure the dog is not being eaten when I see it. Or, actually DON'T see it. IT being the fuchsias I just bought for a planter in my yard.
In my best Charlie Brown voice...
STUPID RATS WITH HOOVES!!!
And in case you don't know what those are, I am referring to DEER.
I LOATHE them!
Please don't tell my kids I said "stupid" they don't need to know Mommy is a hypocrite.
Those nasty deer ATE my beautiful fuchsias that I was going to plant today but didn't get around to. Right off the patio table. They ate them... down to the base... every bloom... GONE.
So if you ever visit us here at our Humble Hillside Academy you will know why every flower bed and planter in our yard is covered in chicken wire and the ones that aren't are full of nubs :-(
NOW, watch this... I am going to segue to a completely different subject so smoothly that you'll wonder why I am not an anchor on one of those cheesy local cable news shows.
So, what exactly kept me from planting my precious flowers today? Well, it was the small matter of an interview.
Some of you may remember that I was looking for an evening job a while back. I put out about 10-12 applications and had really given up on hearing anything back. My dream job at the Salvation Army just wasn't panning out (they are confused). However, last night I got a call from the manager at Round Table.
Not my dream job but it would be grocery money.
The interview went really well and he said I was exactly what they were looking for.
I have to pick up some paperwork on thursday and I'm not sure when my exact start date is but I am hired. Please trust me when I say that despite any outward appearances this decision was bathed in prayer and is an answer to them. Any extra prayers, though, are appreciated. This whole Mommy has a job thing is on a trial basis.
Now on to
My boy, James, is such a boy. Dirty, smelly, loud, ACTIVE, always a bug somewhere on his person, picking, scabby, and emitting noises, are some of his more ...ahem... charming qualities. James makes me realize that God only gave me one boy for a reason. Nonetheless, he is my boy, my little man, the man I would marry if I wasn't already married to his dad. (ok that sounds weird here, but when I say it to him he beams). He has a sensitive side. We cuddle at bedtime while I rub his back and sing his song and he is still and quiet. He always wants an extra hug and kiss for later whenever I go out.
He loves his Mommy.
And to him, these flowers are not a menace. They are worth a million bucks because they were picked specially for me. To a boy, a flower is a flower.
Thanks Buddy, you made my day.