I've been slammed -- SLAMMED -- these past few days with work. As I have said here before, you start messin' with women's lipcolor you better be ready for a FIGHT. Kidding aside, it's been a fun day...somethings have started to come together as we near the end of this seminar year and finish out big goals. I'm jazzed, pumped and ready. We have some big stuff to get done, but more and more I'm sensing how work that was put into place earlier is starting to show its fruition.
There was a sad part of my day today, though. My little hubby --jobless hubby, took it upon himself to go to a job fair. Here's a guy that a few weeks ago was writing projects that earned the company for which he worked major millions...many of the projects that he worked on has earned that company patents, etc. So here is he, cleaning out the garage (thank the lord!) and trying to find his way after being laid off.
So he gets himself dressed and drives himself down --not in his super roadster which I'm sure he deserves, but instead in his little white, very old ford ESCORT...that has recently been "bumped" by our son. Y'see it? The white escort, going down 160, with a "tent" in the hood, no grill on the front...I mean, if you were making a film, you'd probably have a major film "moment" here.
When he got back and told me about the dismal job fair I just about started to cry. This is the kind of stuff that gets big strong men mad enough that they might shoot up a post office or jump off a building.
We took a walk together and I showed him some flowers that were blooming. He even acted excited. Dan is the most patient, most loving person I know and to see him go through this is tough stuff.
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