Had a series of interviews that went really well; one of the managers said as much, and I'm hoping to hear back from the company by the end of the week.
In case you wanted to feel old today, please be advised that Miss Mousie turned 19 over the weekend.
Acknowledged that I've essentially been hermitting, which is not wrong, but I like the idea of having people over. So I bothered some ex-coworkers and hopefully, we'll hang out here at the end of the month. And I'm threatening to have my parents and lil' sis and her spouse over for dinner eventually, and I still have a few smaller projects that I'd like to get wrapped up. So of course, I stalled out and fixated on tablecloths for a week. As you do (no really, brain. WTF?).( stuff. shopping. chaos. taxi cab prophets and the end times. )
Anyway, so the twins started Sheriff Youth Week yesterday, with the rest of a pack of a
117 kids, and W had a pretty good chuckle dropping them off, as true to form the sergeants started in right away:
"WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU! TELL YOUR DAD GOODBYE. DON'T FORGET TO TELL YOUR DAD YOU LOVE HIM"
D!T02: They're really trying to tone it down, like no cusses or anything. It's kinda funny. They're calling us Pukes. As in "Line up in rows of 4. When I look at you pukes, I only wanna see one puke!'
D!T01: I know they know that we know and use all those words, but they're still trying really hard. I respect that.
D!T02: We learned about internet safety, and gangs, and I learned more gang signs. Also, you know, I can really see the appeal of gangs? Like I probably shouldn't. But I really do.
Today it was:
D!T02: I got to handcuff a cop today! After my team put him on the ground! XD
D!T01: I got to bull rush a cop with a tower shield! XD
W: *pause* They're teaching you how to riot?
D!T01: No! We were the arrest team! I had the tower shield!
Apparently, D!T02 has been dubbed Care Bear by one of the sergeants (they're all obtaining nicknames at a rapid rate). She and/or D!T01 are also The Future President (they're not sure if the boys calling them this have figured out which one they're referring to), which seems to be rather long for a nickname really.
After picking them up today, we got caught in the pouring rain, got cleaned up, had dinner, and then we met up with their history teacher and a handful of other students at an ice cream shop because he promised them that he'd buy ice cream for anyone that got a 5 on their AP tests. The twins alternated between 5s and 4s on their U.S. History and English tests. So we all went and Mousie, W and I brought our own ice cream.
Not a bad day, all in all. I got the house insurance thing sorted, I found a box full of art, two pieces of which are even up on walls (many of the rest are still leaning against the walls while I figure out where I want things to go, and will probably remain leaning against them for a few weeks until I get Exasperated with having to move them to sweep and dust). The yard is slowly but surely coming along. I can still smell fresh dirt through the open window. It's quite pleasant.