Un Employment

Well, it is official. I could never be a stay at home wife at this stage in my life. I have no kids, so there isn't much to keep my days passing by fast. Willis is pretty annoyed with me trying to make him take a bottle...just kidding. Well, if you don't know, I got layed off last month temporarily. I am not looking to go back though. It is time to start looking for something that pertains with my degree...criminal justice.

Well, after jumping on job applications the day they post them has proven how impatient I really am. If you notice, the counties and state jobs usually are posted for a month before they start calling you in for an interview. If I turn in a resume' or application, I expect a call as soon as I hit send. So, you could only imagine how nervous I have been. Well, finally I started getting calls today because the jobs are starting to close. I have a interview with the Smith County District Attorney's office and a local attorney in Quitman. I have applied to about 20 places (including jails and half way houses) so hopefully soon I will hear or get something soon.

Just keep praying that the good Lord will teach me patience and will place me where He needs me.

Worst week, best lessons.

This week, most of you know, we lost a very important figure of our family, the community. Pete Wright tragically passed away last Sunday. At that very moment that I stood at the dirtpit, standing over him, I realized two things. Pete Wright lived for Pete Wright and no one else, but Pete Wright also lived for everyone else. He did so much for other people because that is WHAT he wanted to do. He worked from sun up to sun down, 7 days a week with the occasional taking a break to take Pat to Ranchero's. He died working. It wasn't work to Pete though, it was life. Pete was also there passing out Halloween candy, pulling a Christmas parade float, rough housing with great grand kids, helping out a neighbor, city council, school board president. He was the hardest working person I will ever know, but he always had time. He had time and no complaints. You could look into his eyes and see that he was happy. You can actually see happiness. He was also a gentle soul. He would say "hello granddaughter" to me when I poked him in the belly. He was the first person to call me granddaughter, and I loved hearing it. He was grandpa. The turn out and outpouring of our friends was breath taking. I have seen 4 of the hardest men you have ever see become humble as they looked back at what they had with him. I am slowly taking down my other blogs because that is not how I want to be remembered...ranting and raving about some trivial subject. I want to be remembered just like Pete and even Pat. We did think Pete was too big to die, we thought he would live for ever. I think I will change the word admirable to "Pete" because when you are a person like Pete, your name can become a verb. Lets use it in a sentence, "I really Pete that guy because he is a hard working fella"....I like it. Don't you? You can use the word Pete for other verbs if you would like. There was an estimate of 1,000 people that came through the visitation and those of you that were there, you know that is not an exagerration. People waited over an hour to get in and Pat was a rock. She stood there and recieved every last one of you. They don't make ladies like that anymore. We asked if she needed a chair and she kept turning it down. I am sure I will be adding more to this blog, because I have a lot to say that that ole' man taugh me. Even though he is gone, I won't stop learning. He had told Pat just a couple of weeks ago when she was complaining that he didnt go to church with her because he was out working at something....that "I bet I pray more than you!" lol. Pete "got right" with the Lord in a foxhole in Korea, and prayed driving that dump truck down the highway. Prayed while loading dirt or smoothing a drive. I like to him of him praying right before that trachoe turned over.

Now, I have a letter to write my husband to tell him how there is atleast 2 people in this world that thinks he is the man that Pete was.

Valentine Weekend....

Well, it has been 6 yrs since Clint asked me to marry him. WOW! 6 Years! I know that isn't a very long time when you look at the elderly couples that have been married 40, 50, 60 years, but it is for someone our age. I know people that have been married and remarried with children by multiple mothers/fathers that are younger than Clint and I. So, yes, in my mind, that is quite a feat.

Friday, Clint took off work, to go register his new boat, yes, another new boat! This one should last us forever. So, when I got home from lunch, he was out in the flower beds......and I saw a light in the carport....he had a surprise for me. He had gotten me 4 baby ducks and 1 baby goose! He knows I have always wanted them, so they were the best Valentines I have had in a long time!!! Little things crack me up. I don't need fancy clothes, dinners, cars or a fancy house. Those things are nice, but I would rather spend my time playing with Jagger, the dogs, and now my little farm animals. Hopefully I will get a pig for my birthday! I also did get some Vera Wang perfume LOOK that I have been wanting as well, so yes, I still have a girly side.

Looks like someone wants to buy my car, now, if we could just get our schedule together to have them look at it! I am so excited, except now, I can't find a car I want. I guess I will just have to be patient about it. It will work itself out.

Tonight is ladies bible study at church. We will be studying about what to do if you are depressed. I am super excited! I love the church home we have found and all the people in it. I am not big on the choirs I have seen in the past, but we have some really really talented people in ours. I think the choir speaks loudly about the type of church you have. If you want to tell how strong a church is, look at the choir is my rule of thumb!