There were a few flakes...

Well. Today was hard. I survived my interview. Actually, I'm sure I talked a mile a minute and was so unorthodox that they didn't know what on earth to do. So I have a trial by fire in a couple weeks. That suits me just fine. Either I will manage somehow or I will fail spectacularly. Either way, I will try and be done with it. What else is there to do?

We got a teeny, tiny, pathetically scanty bit of snow this morning. The powers that be didn't even close school. That is a wee bit of snow--because in Richmond the schools are closed pretty much any time anyone sees a flake. (Insert whatever flake joke you like here. I'm sure they all fit.) It was beautiful though, all over the trees. For all of about an hour before it melted. It made for a lovely drive to my interview. That was wonderful.

Oh--I figure I should post my memory verse here for Mama Siesta. That should be one more place to keep me accountable. So my verse this time is as follows.

I have seen his ways, but I will heal him;
I will guide him and restore comfort to him,
creating praise on the lips of the mourners in Israel.
Peace, peace, to those far and near, says the Lord,
and I will heal them.
Isaiah 57: 18-19

Whining and such...

Today has been a rotten day. I am hyperventilating over an interview tomorrow. I have to writing samples for it. What was I thinking? Seriously? I got nothing. Nothing. Why I am sharing this with you is unknown. Probably has something to do with procrastination. Not that I would ever procrastinate. hah. I'm sure I wouldn't use sarcasm or be cheesy either. Nope. Not me.

Would it be too much to hope that we get some snow or ice or perhaps an invasion of polar bears before tomorrow? They are calling for snow--but this is Richmond. We don't get snow. Not that I'm bitter or anything. Not that I love snow and don't think it should ever be cold and grey and yucky if it's not going to bother to snow. Not that I am apparently a huge grouch today who is frustrated with her husband and snapped at her kids and still has absolutely nothing to say in a writing sample. And, somehow, I'm thinking this won't cut it.

I had better go do a snow dance now. Please join me. I could really use a snow day! Or a long vacation to a tropical locale that includes those little umbrella drinks. That would be ok too.