I will make another attempt to post a blog today. I think the computer gods are against me because lately, every blogging attempt has ended in disaster. Maybe "disaster" is too strong a term. Let's just say that my computer freezes up on me, causes lots of frustration, and leaves me with nothing to show for my hours at the computer!
Intimidate: to make timid or fearful; frighten.
I've been debating with myself on whether or not I should share this little story, with the only reason being that it may not be quite as hilarious to someone who doesn't really know me personally. But, maybe I've been able to translate my personality onto my blog, and, if so, you will find this hilarious.
The other day, I was leaving the library, when a car snuck up behind me. Oh yes. It was very sneaky, and tried to run me down. Actually, turns out it was being driven by my Amazing Daughter.
She informed me that she was not coming to see me, but that she was meeting a friend, so that they could go on a hike together. We were chattin' it up a little until he arrived. I asked what kind of car I should be on the look-out for. She said that it was kind of a combination of both of our cars. That was a bit confusing to me. She clarified that his car was like mine, but about the same color as hers. He arrived, parked on the other side of my car, and as he was walking over, said, "I like your car." That comment flew right over my head, because I had already forgotten that his car was the same make as mine. In my defense, his is an older model, and also in my defense, I can't tell one kind of car from another.
Amazing Daughter makes a quick introduction, we shake hands, say hello, then she orders him into the car saying, "We're wasting daylight if we're gonna go on a hike."
So, we both go our separate ways. Inside her car, he is saying, "Is that really your mom?"
"Yeah, why would I lie about that?"
"Well," he responds, "she seems so intimidating."
Amazing Daughter bursts out laughing, and continues laughing for a good five minutes. "Why do you say that?" she asks, between guffaws.
"She just looks so sophisticated, and intelligent, and stylish...
More laughter. "And, like a librarian? Yeah, it's the glasses." Poor Daughter could barely drive the car.
I'm sorry to say, for her friend's sake, that this story has been told many times, and it always gets the same reaction! Great, uncontrollable bursts of laughter.
My son, B.D., said it best, after catching his breath, of course. "You are about as timid as they get!"
True story.
Until next time,
No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. I am actually posting a blog today.
Something has happened that took me by surprise. I got a part-time job. Hubby and I had been talking about this possibility for awhile, but I conveniently forgot about it the time just never seemed "right". My darling, awesome daughter, always trying to be helpful and overcompensating for my forgetfulness, did her best to let me know when she heard of someplace that was hiring. I always thanked her for her concern and then promptly forgot to do any follow-up on the matter. The thought of working out in public was absolutely terrifying to me. I'm a great "go-fer" for Hubby, but having to answer to someone other than Hubby? YIKES.
Well, not too long ago, Amazing Daughter was being her helpful self and told me they were hiring at the library. Darn it! That's actually something that I have experience doing. I worked as a substitute library aid in the school system while my kids were in school. I hemmed and hawed for a few days, then finally got up the courage to get an application. Then I hemmed and hawed for another few days until I got up the courage to fill it out. I had two applications so I could have one to practice on. Does that sound pitiful, or what? Its true. On the section where they ask why you are leaving your present job, I wrote that I was tired of being on ladders, figuring I had nothing to lose. Then I waited another few days to work up the courage to turn it in. I turned it in the day before the deadline.
Imagine my surprise when I got a call for an interview! Holy Moley! I have not been to an interview for over 15 years! Can we say "diarrhea"? Believe me, there was a lot of praying going on! I walked into the interview saying, "It's all up to you, God, if you want me to have this job." It went OK, and I was told I would hear from them one way or the other either Friday or Monday.
Friday came. No phone call. By Monday afternoon, still no phone call. I was on the ladder, finishing up painting our house, thinking that surely the "winner" would have been contacted by now, apparently this was not the job God wanted me to have, when my phone rang.
I was not expecting to hear the words I heard. "We would like to offer you the position, if you are still interested." I was ready to say, "OK, thank you for calling." Instead, I found myself accepting the position.
So, I have worked two days at my new job. I'm going to like it. However, it will be a cause for frustration. I've come across so many books that I would love to take a moment to browse through, but there is no time for that.
I'm also hoping that this will now give me the opportunity to now have some sort of routine in my life. And, if I have a routine, maybe, just maybe, I can get back to regular blogging, and regular visiting! I have truly missed stopping by and visiting.
Until next time,
