Monday, October 24, 2005

THE DRUG TEST and getting high with Juah Valdez!

I took my drug  test on Friday for the job.  If 87 midgrade unleaded shows up on the pee test I may be a SAHM a little longer than planned.  Rocky forgot to disengage the handle lock when she removed the gas nozzle from the truck and I got doused with gasoline.  50 cents worth.  That may not seem like much, especially with today's prices, but it was enough to soak my jeans and shirt.   I had an hour before my final interview and I smelled like a molotav cocktail. 

I cleaned up, but the gas from my jeans (not THAT gas!) soaked through the seat in the truck so I was breathing the fumes all the way to the clinic.  I don't know if my face was hot from embarrassment or from being buzzed off of ethyl octane but I was red.  Each time they asked to see my ID card, which had been in my front jeans pocket at the time of the accident, I had to first make sure they weren't near any open flame.   I worried when it was placed on the copy machine.  They haven't called me back yet.  I'm afraid the first call may have gone to the DEA.

I went elk hunting all weekend.  To be more specific, I went hiking all weekend.  One must shoot and kill their prey to hunt.  One must actually see something to shoot in order to hunt.  The only shooting I did was with my camera.  You can't fill the freezer with pictures of trees and cactus.  Each night when we drove up, the kids would meet us on the porch, peering eagerly at the truck bed for signs of a successful hunt.  Each time their looks of anticipation were replaced with frowns of disappointment.  Last night at supper time there was a minute sence of satisfaction in knowing that I had provided for my children, even if it was just grease marinated KFC.

I have coffee grounds, finally, but now the coffee scoop is missing.  The substitute in this creative family of mine... an ice cream scoop!  I don't know how accurate it is, but the buzz from the caffeine these past three days is better than any mid-grade ethyl in the country!

7 comments:

elleme2 said...

It's a good thing you don't smoke.  We'd really miss you at the VIVI Awards ceremony.  Hope you're working on your acceptance speech.

The pictures may not fill the freezer, but the way you shoot 'em, they are food for the spirit.  

princesssaurora said...

LOL - Glad the coffee was replenished and the elk got away.  OOoops did I say that about the elk outloud??  lol

Rocky...gotta watch out for her...maybe she just wants you to stay home instead of work...

Be well,
Dawn

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sdoscher458 said...

Aw I love your pictures. Hunting is like fishing...you never know. Wow, what a way to have to go to the interview...but you do rise to the occasion...Sandi

jckfrstross said...

LOL hope you pass:)

Deb

purplectigger said...

I think smelling the gasoline fumes that long would have made me sick. That comes from someone who works in a gas station. Good luck with the job.
Hugs, R.C.

helmswondermom said...

Oh no!  I hope they call you.  And I hope you start filling that freezer.  Bow season starte here Oct. 1, but it's been too warm for Thomas to get out there yet.
Lori

rjet33 said...

Why is it that something like that always seems to happen when you are going somewhere important and you don't have time to run home and change?  Sorry you did not get your elk.  I KNOW how that is!  don't have elk in these parts, so I will miss eating it.  We do have deer, but here they are white-tailed deer instead of mule deer. :)

Blessings!~
Susan
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