I’ve made some progress on the perfection pants. I’ve almost completed my gusset and I’ll be joining the legs soon. Mine will be Splendid Shorts instead of Perfection Pants, I believe. I’ll try to get a picture up later, but you can’t see the gusset really in the stitch-hiding Cascade Quattro.

I frogged the Bob and Weave and restarted with 4 rows of garter stitch before going into the stockinette of the pattern. It lies much flatter. And I got some lovely blue variegated ribbon yarn for $3 for it too (Michaels 50% off coupon dude)

Fever Swamp describes a scene only too familiar to many a parent…

Click for entire shot of blue eyed and drooly teething boy.

These were the original titles, right?

And here’s one for my two Phavorite Phans, S and L:

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Who would believe that people I hardly know, sitting at computers in places I’ve never been, could have an impact on a job interview in the middle of Oklahoma?

Well I would believe it!

All pumped up with positive vibes, I just waltzed in there with every confidence that they would like me and I would like them. I think it worked. I interviewed with the director of the Foundation and 2 staff members. We hit it off and an hour passed by before I knew it.

As I walked in the door returning from the interview, my phone was ringing. Wow, caller ID showed it was the guy I interviewed with. I answered and said, “My gosh, I just walked in the door.” He said, “I know. You told us where you lived, and I hoped I timed it right.”

Then he said, “We would like your permission to conduct a criminal background check which is our policy at the university. I wanted to call you as soon as possible to get it started, because sometimes it takes a while.”

Of course, I said, “Well, mine won’t take long, because I don’t have a criminal background.” He said, “Well, those are the ones that take time, (chuckle), we pull the crooks up right away.”

He told me this wasn’t an actual job offer, but that I was a candidate they were seriously considering. Yea! I know if they want to do the background check, they are very serious, because it costs money and they don’t do it routinely.

He said they will be back in touch Monday. I feel really good about it. So, Gentle Readers, one and all, thank you, thank you, thank you.

I have a job interview today at 3:30. All positive vibes will be accepted!

I haven’t worked for several years, but can’t quite give up the notion that there is one more good job out there waiting for me.

I am an executive assistant, and my last job was wonderful and I loved it - that is until my great boss retired and a new (not nice) guy came. He made lots of staff changes immediately, but my position seemed secure. For a while I thought things might work out. Wrong.

About that time, Phoebe and Sean began having a series of remarkable babies. I decided it was probably Divine Intervention for me to be home and have the time to spoil them shamelessly.

Now that they are properly spoiled, maybe it’s time to go back to work!

The interview is for assistant to the Director of the Foundation for the University of Central Oklahoma, which is about 15 miles from our home. The pay is decent, but more importantly the benefits are exceptional. 3 weeks vacation, 3 weeks sick pay, 10 holidays and paid health insurance - Woo Hoo.

When I go on interviews, I always think about an article I read years ago, in Readers Digest, I think. Employers were asked to tell about their most bizarre applicants:

1. “Applicant brought large dog to interview.”

2. “During interview applicant said she had missed lunch, removed a sandwich from her purse and began eating it.”

3. “Applicant began sobbing uncontrollably during interview and asked to be excused to call his therapist.”

So, I’m leaving the dog and sandwich at home, and I’ve already talked to you guys. The interview is sure to go well.

Fun Facts About Me: (Come on, you know you can’t wait to read them.)

We have 7 (Yipes, seven) cats: Hobbs, Charlie, Alice, Mom, Jack, Barney, and Pancake. Someone once said to my husband, “Boy, you must really love cats!” “No,” he said, “I really love my wife and my wife loves cats.”

To balance things out, we have 4 (four) dogs: Sparkie, Monet, Hercules and Beau. (There will be a test on pets’ names at the end of the hour.)

I love to read and especially enjoy British mysteries.

I drive a Pontiac Grand Prix and have received the occasional ticket for speeding. Only on the highway, never in neighborhoods or schoolzones.

I watch boxing on HBO.

I cut my own hair and know how to make chocolate eclairs.

In my teens, I was a vocalist with a dance band. I have been known to attend rock concerts. I survived Guns and Roses and drove to Dallas recently for John Mellencamp.

I came of age in the liberated “Sixties” and have always been my own person, but my husband, children and grandchildren have been the driving passion of my life.

On this, my second day of Guest Blogging, I have come to a profound conclusion - I think I will be able to do this because I have been verbally blogging for years.

See, what this reminds me of is a wife (me) talking to a husband of many years. What I say is probably of vital importance to me, and I hope he is listening intently as I speak. Not quite hanging on my every word, but close.

Through the years he has developed a variety of expressions on his face, which have fooled me many times into thinking he actually heard what I said. He even makes the occasional “comment” just to show he is listening. Aha - we have been blogging all our married life and didn’t know it.

So, Gentle Readers, I am on to you and I understand if you feel a need to tune out now and then. I will still love you. I still love my husband and he has probably only heard half of what I had to say.

Never ever underestimate its force in your life.

She sweetly asked (begged) for a Guest Blogger. I sweetly declined. “Thank you so much for asking, my dear, but I don’t think I have anything to say.” “Oh, yes you do,” she said.

I had an immediate vague fluttering of guilt which I attempted to rationalize away during the evening. “Well, I really DON’T have anything to say, and even if I did who would want to read it?” Nice try — but no dice. Phoebe is such a good person, and she doesn’t ask for much. 24 hours later I caved with no further persuasion needed.

So, Gentle Readers (with apologies to Miss Manners), you shall have a Guest Blogger who may or may not have anything to say. But bear with me, it could turn out okay. Remember, Seinfeld was a show about nothing!!!

Post a comment if you want a mystery guest blogger to post whilst I’m not. She’ll need lots of egging on so c’mon, POST! I’ll identify who she is after I beg ask her to Be My, Be My Blogger…

ETA: She says she’s got nothin to say! Ah well. Perhaps I’ll permit myself to blog, but not to how you say surf ze web?

ETA Again: SHE’S IN! YAY!