Adventures in House-Buying Land, and Other Details

Once upon a time we tried to buy a house annnnd... it took a very long time. Apparently our seller doesn't actually have the title to the house? And he's in the hospital? So, we're waiting.

I recently had a job interview at the local hospital pharmacy. I was recommended by an employee, so it wasn't a job i had sought and prepared myself for, but I felt that the Lord was giving me an opportunity in one way or another, so I applied. As we are living out of boxes right now, I didn't have anything appropriate to wear, so I went shopping. Skinny girls like me rely on the breadth of shopping available in larger towns to find something that fits properly. There is no breadth here in A-town. There is Maurice's, Stage, little locally-owned cowgirl stores, and Wal-Mart. I ended up at Wal-Mart. In the children's department. I had to buy a pair of pants designed to fit a ten-year-old girl. Good news: I got a pair of suitable trousers. Bad news: I deprived a child of pants. Do note that these pants are about six inches too short and would be better labeled as "capris" on me.

"Let's be clear: This is a fall, not a collapse. He's not been repudiated or even defeated. He will likely regroup and pass some version of health insurance reform that will restore some of his clout and popularity.

But what has occurred -- irreversibly -- is this: He's become ordinary."

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/09/03/AR2009090302859_pf.html