So this new job...

Yesterday started my 4th week at the new job. I am working as a PC Technician for the Liberty Elementary School District. I like it enough. The pay could be better but the commute definitely could not. It was such a change moving from I-10 morning traffic to 1 stop sign and cornfields. I love my new commute.

When I interviewed for the job they (all 4 others in my department) asked me questions and there was really only one that I didn't know. Everything else was a walk in the park to answer.

Imagine my surprise when 4 weeks later I still haven't done any of those tasks. Everything has been brand new and is on the verge of "manual labor". They even had to buy me a special "little" ladder because I am too short to reach the ceiling mounted projectors. That and the teachers tend to frown upon climbing on the desks.

So to all my dear friends who have been inquiring as to how I am doing:
1. Thanks!!
2. I am alive.
3. I'm getting the hang of it.
4. It's going good.
5. I will be better at getting back to you. Dang the Internet filters here... a girl can't even surf the Internet!

An Act of Dill...

Last Thursday night The Midgets and I arrived home after 2 hours of soccer practice & errand running. As soon as I opened the door I heard Toots making a horrible worried/scared bark/growl /howling noise. Upon further inspection I saw the kitchen floor around her kennel was wet with an inch of water. It would not be the first time I walked through an inch of water on the kitchen floor, but that time it was accompanied by 3 inches of bubbles and I knew the culprit instantly.

This time I noticed the dripping sound coming from above and made a mad dash to the upstairs bathroom where I found the faucet handle broken off and the water running full blast. Awesome. Well awesome if definitely not the word I used at that given moment. I made a frantic call to the Hubs to get home ASAP and spent the next 1 1/2 hours frantically mopping up the floor.. er I mean floors.

It was really not my finest hour... Er hours.

I held it together until Blair walked in the door and then I blubbered on him like a schoolgirl. And then my baby (Jordy) blubbered on me like a schoolboy. Poor baby was so worried we were going to have to move away and that our house was ruined. I hate scaring my kids like that.

Now that a few days have passed it seems like not that big of a deal. All except the holes in the dining room ceiling I guess...