the pie’s the limit, er, I mean sky

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July 8, 2011 by Heather

Remember in the last post that I mentioned a job I applied for had sent me a rejection email?  Well, guess who had also applied for the same job and got an interview.

This guy:

Andrew, the job getter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yep, it’s true.  As my dad said, “It’s a male world.”  Juuust kidding.  I’m the dummy who may or may not have forgotten to attach a cover letter with my application.  Ugh.  I tell you what.  This whole getting-fired-slash-job-hunting thing has proven to me just how much of a twit I can be.

twit:  ( Brit, noun ) a foolish or stupid person; idiot.

I kind of love that word.  Twit.  I mean, it is one letter away from the gross word my sister uses to refer to the two massive lumps of fat (and, in her pregnant case, milk) that hang from her chest.  I suppose I should say “sit” instead of “hang” so as not to offend dear ol’ sis, but whatever.  Hang sounds so much more, oh I don’t know, native and raw.  Why am I still typing about this.

So, back to what I was saying before the self deprivation and boob tangent.

Andrew had a job interview this morning.  Two, actually.  An initial one and then a follow-up interview 20 minutes later with another high ranking individual.  He was told that he is the top candidate for the position and will be recommended to HR as the person to hire.  They should call by Tuesday with the official job offer, so until that happens, I’ll not disclose anymore details on here.  But we are excited!  It sounds promising, and the job is one that has a lot of potential for ladder-climbing, which is a big deal to Andrew.  Me, I’d rather climb trees.  But that’s neither here nor there.

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In other news, I am addicted to this:

Everyone's got their personal poison.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seriously, ya’ll.  I drink a 2 quart pitcher of it everyday.  Everyday.  It is so good.

At least I’m staying hydrated, right?

In other, other news… I got another rejection email this morning.  Man, I’m on a roll.

Fortunately, this song has been stuck in my head lately:

What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer.

I find myself singing it over and over, in my head and out loud.  I am a little unsure about the exact words of the chorus, so all I sing is that first verse.  I know it says something about the peace we often forfeit, but other than that it’s all “watermelon watermelon.”  (Did anyone else sing that repeatedly in youth choir when they didn’t know the song?)  Haha, maybe it’s time to change it up a bit and find out how the whole song goes, huh? Anyway, it helps with the random twinges of loneliness and frequent twinges of loserness.

Now, I may not be so good at getting a job.  BUT I can make a homemade pie, crust and all.  So that is what I am gonna do.

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “the pie’s the limit, er, I mean sky

  1. Hannah J. says:

    Pahaha, Heather. Why must my boobs keep coming up in your blog. And you did use the right word-hang. They definitely do NOT sit there. Anyway, why dontcha mail me that pie.

  2. Mrs. Teddi says:

    My mom sang Jesus Loves Me. All the hymns… and that little diddi was still her best medicine. Keep singing and blogging about the boobies.

  3. Katy Jane says:

    Twit rhymes with Clit.

    What a friend we have in Jesus,
    All our sins and griefs to bear!
    What a privilege to carry
    Everything to God in prayer!
    Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
    Oh, what needless pain we bear,
    All because we do not carry
    Everything to God in prayer!
    Have we trials and temptations?
    Is there trouble anywhere?
    We should never be discouraged—
    Take it to the Lord in prayer.
    Can we find a friend so faithful,
    Who will all our sorrows share?
    Jesus knows our every weakness;
    Take it to the Lord in prayer.
    Are we weak and heavy-laden,
    Cumbered with a load of care?
    Precious Savior, still our refuge—
    Take it to the Lord in prayer.
    Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
    Take it to the Lord in prayer!
    In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
    Thou wilt find a solace there.
    Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised
    Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
    May we ever, Lord, be bringing
    All to Thee in earnest prayer.
    Soon in glory bright, unclouded,
    There will be no need for prayer—
    Rapture, praise, and endless worship
    Will be our sweet portion there.

  4. Katy Jane says:

    I don’t live by the rules.

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