I've been called in for a second interview.
excellent.
Merry Christmas everyone. I probably won't be on line for a few days until 28th or so.
I just want the holidays to be over. Give me January. Mid January preferably.
We have finished with our Christmas celebration with the kids. Wonderful short notice, we had 1 day to finish. Fill in the blanks of the question "Why?" When we discovered that M was being taken by her bio-dad away early. K won't hold him to the custody agreement. Insert one pissed off Mike.
Next year *has* to go better. At least I'll have an idea of what the kids will like, and we will have a Christmas fund that doesn't get touched. Not even in the case of emergency. Because Mike likes to *really* spend money during the holiday, and for me, it's about to give me a coronary.
Things are going smoother. For that much I am grateful. I never was much of a holiday cheer person, but I am trying.
M doesn't like dresses. Color me distraught. Thank goodness we didn't purchase the dress that we were going to get her for Christmas. She opted for a Buckeye's jacket, and flag. I picked up a wire working jewelry kit for her, and a beading magazine, and a bunch of stuff to start her off on beading. Also, she likes to draw, so I bought her a set of pencils and sketch pad.
B got transformers and hotwheels. And, upon my insistance, a purple lightsaber. Which he plays with in the exact center of the room away from all breakable objects, and I pray for warm weather.
I have yet to hear from Chipotle.
No, the guac would not be safe.
If anyone has a really good tried and true recipe for hummos, please, out with it!
Next year, I declare hibernation to begin 1 day before Thanksgiving, and end on January 3. At which time, I will do my utmost to be outside as little as possible.
I had my interview with Chipotle today. I think it went pretty well. This is why:
She asked for 'references', I gave her my former district manager's number. Then offered her more and she said, "This one's enough."
She asked my availability for the rest of this week, to see if I was available for a second interview.
She sat with me for nearly one hour for my interview during lunch rush.
She asked me what I was asking for yearly salary.
Besides all that, I was fabulous.
I await her call.
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I am doing better here, but I still feel transplanted. The training program is 4-6 weeks and would put me back in Columbus. Which, I would hate being away from Mike, but I could do it for us.
I am trying not to overthink it.
We've been looking for fun things to do with the kids. Things that they would like to do. We had both of them this past weekend and it was wonderful. I asked them if they wanted to make a gingerbread house. They both responded, "Yes!" So we took them to the bulk candy store to buy things to make gingerbread houses out of.
Well, every recipe for gingerbread that I came across seemed to be a pain in the butt, and was going to take more time than we had with them. So we decided on faux gingerbread house. AKA graham crackers cemented with ornamental icing.
The boys made the icing, the girls did the construction. The house looked pretty spiffy with graham cracker shingles and we were putting the door on when .... you guessed it. KAPUT.
We all laughed, the kids were just as happy to eat the darn thing.
B and I worked on his spelling and reading. I came up with a system for him to make money with every spelling/ reading exercise that we do.
We are going to buy some Dr Suess books next so that he can read something all the way through. Sense of accomplishment is so important.
I taught M how to crochet this past weekend. She did pretty well. I left it be when she put it down, all though I desperately wanted to know if she liked it or not.... Then, I went away for a few minutes and when I returned she was sitting in her chair with her crocheting with a very determined look on her face.
Assimilation is a beautiful thing. >:)
We had 'Make your own pizza' night, and that went over famously with both of them. I tried Veganrella. Not bad. Still, I miss mozzerella.
I am really getting the hang of this mommy stuff.
Next weekend, we are building benches for the breakfast nook.
Martha ain't got jack on me. :P
So, while at Chipotle this week, I, for the 3rd time get my burrito sour creamed, when I didn't ask for sour cream. This is a problem because of the way they have their line set up. They are trying to move quickly, and they say, "sour cream or cheese?" Most people say,"yes". Then, they heap the stuff on there. Well, a lot of times they don't hear me say "No". I've nearly had to yell... and I always get miffed because I am nearly in a panic by the end of the line. I know what it's like on the other side of the counter. I hate causing trouble, but I am not going to buy the burrito, they have to remake it, it's just a hassle. I feel like wearing a hat that says NO SOUR CREAM. NO CHEESE.
The man beside me is looking at explicit material in a library. How uncooth.
Anyhow. It happened again (the sour cream) and so, I feel bad, the employee feels bad, and so I speak to her in spanish. I say not to worry, and that I just don't do any dairy products. She doesn't look pleased. I worry that I've insulted her. The manager buys our meal. I still feel badly. I hate that sort of attention. I would rather them spend it on another customer.
Anyhow.... later the manager comes over to me, we talk for a minute and he asks me if I've ever considered management at Chipotle. Yeah... if I want my behind to be two axe handles wide.
Then, curiousity asks him for the salary. It's for 4K more than I made at Wendy's and working 10 hours less a week.
I repeat. I am in danger of becoming a burrito.
But, with the money that Mike makes, and the money that I would make there, we could set ourselves up quite nicely. And we need to because we need to prepare for some changes in the future.
Ok, gotta run, work calls.
xxx
I really want a piece of chocolate wowie cake.
Oh, and Priz:
1 container of Cottage Cheese (your choice on the size, IMO, smaller is better.)
1 log o polenta sliced or diced (diced is better)
1 small can of corn (drained well)
1/2 stick of butter (melted)
1/4 cup brown sugar
In a large bowl, stir everything together, adding the polenta last and stirring just until combined.
bake at 275-300 until the top browns a bit. 15 minutes- 30 minutes (depends on your oven, and on how brown you like things, I like mine barely browned)
add 1/4 cup of honey to the top when it comes out of the oven.
I know it sounds strange, but this is fab.
I have fingernails. Yes, I was born with them. Yet, I am suprised. I have spent the past three years trimming my nails for my job. I no longer have a job in the food industry. I can actually grow my nails. They are coming back quite nicely.
I fear to jinx the next part.
So is my hair. Yeah sure, I'm sure that Psyche, Legend, Dustbuffalo, and Calima spent a long time remembering me after I departed their homes leaving a little present behind. My hair still falls out at a rate that is sure to cause me wrinkles between my eyes for the amount of times I've examined the loss. But as long as it doesn't look thin or stringy (like it did when I cut it all off) I shall continue to grow it. It's already past the shoulders. And... it's curly. Where the *&&^^ curly hair came from is beyond me. It was wavy. But it's plainly curly. Anyhow, middle of the back is the longest I can hope for. No more hair to the behind for me. Though, I miss it. It's just not likely.
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The first month that Mike and I have spent together has come to an end, and thankfully, I can see progress, and hope. I swear, not having a fridge or stove really puts a cramp in your style. We would have been fine if someone would have said, 'hey, you are going to spend a month without a stove and fridge.' Then, we could have planned. But it just kept coming as, 'We're getting it tommorow, Saturday, Thursday, Next week.... Never. Oh, wait, there it is!' Just as we were preparing to spend the kids' Christmas money on a stove and fridge.
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I apologize that the previous entry may have been perceived as whiney or melodramatic. That wasn't my intent. I'm actually to the point where you get so much crap from a situation, that you are just ready to be done with it. I am done with the "Lynn Situation," and am completely free. Sad, but it happened, now it's over, and I'm moving on. It's time. I've got a lot to do.
I do appreciate the hugs and comments, they do make me smile. :)
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I am in danger of becoming a burrito.
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Also, it appears that I may not be getting internet for another month. Bleah. But alas, Christmas is very important. So, I'll continue coming to the library to check in.
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Good news is that the muse is around. I spotted her lurking in the spot where I unpacked my computer and have yet to set her up. When I do set her up, I believe I will start writing again. Thoughts and dreams have been coming to me rampantly.
I need to get more memory for my computer so that I can give her the updated software that I need so that I can finish my last writing project. I have someone who is supposed to come over to help me with the computer.
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My friend Tracey is due in March with her baby girl. I am knitting a blanket for her. I like knitting... sometimes. But it isn't going quickly enough for me. As far as the finished product... knitted baby blankets are fantastic. They feel divine, they look phenomenal. But I find that I am just someone that prefers crocheting.
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I am getting old and set in my ways.