Truth is . . . I was so touched by your nice thoughts for Sous Gal yesterday. Thank you so much.
Truth is. . . that was the best part of our Wednesday.
Truth is . . . Pooldad finally was offered a raise. After almost a year, they offered him less than half of what he was asking and no health insurance.
Truth is . . . It is insulting.
Truth is . . . the bosses told Pooldad to "sleep" on their offer. He looked at them, thought for a moment, made a counter offer and then asked them to "sleep on it."
Truth is . . . I could've spent last night crying over it, but a funny thing happened yesterday. Seems the owner of Pooldad's old job [where he worked for over 25 years] wants to talk to him.
Truth is . . . the old job would be better money and health insurance, but longer hours and a longer commute.
Truth is . . . I feel bad for my husband. The weight of this whole family rests solely on him and no matter how hard he works, it just never seems to get better.
Truth is . . . we will work it out. Just like we always do. :D
Truth is . . . this song runs through my head a lot lately:
Truth is . . . it took me three tries how to remember how to put that up there. Duh.
Truth is . . . I am making homemade snacks for the band festival on Saturday. Instead of cookies or brownies Wallene and I are going to make soft pretzels. YUM!
Truth is . . . I had to laugh at Wallene last night. Her bedtime is 10 pm and she was all tucked in, with lights out, on time, when I received a magical email from her at 10:19 pm. She meant well, but . . . um, not allowed sweetie.
Truth is . . . I was woken up at 3 am by the loudest, most prolonged crack of thunder I have heard in a long time.
Truth is . . . I am surprised I didn't find two dogs and a kid in my bed at 3:02 am.
Truth is . . . I found all my Halloween stamps, so I think I am going to work on Halloween postcards today.
Truth is . . . I used to really like "Good Morning America:", but lately it seems to be more info-tainment [fluff stories, celebrities, music] than news. I miss the old GMA.
Truth is . . . this whole "Blackberry Blackout" has me laughing. "OMG we noes haz da' Blackberry powerz". Jeesh people, you'll live. I swear.
Truth is . . . Wallene is marching in the Halloween parade this year and has to dress as a pop star - each member in her section will represent one era of music - but I don't know what constitutes a pop star these days. Any ideas? [ETA @ 9 am - I have already had two votes for Lady Gaga. Wallene doesn't want to be her. She finds Lady Gaga scary. Who knew?]
Truth is . . . she might just get that blue hair yet. heehee
Truth is . . . I really wanted her to draw a 50's teeny bopper just so I could make her a poodle skirt. I have always wanted one of the girls to wear a poodle skirt. Alas, never had any takers.
Truth is . . . it is time to go and start our day.
[Truth is. . . I have updated this post 5x since 7 am. giggle]
Have a great Thursday Tadpoles. We'll see ya' on the flipside.