Well, I got a job with Terminix. I started the paperwork, and my measurements were taken for my uniform, and then I got a call that there was no money to hire me, so I was let go.

I have more irons in the fire, so there's still hope.

Also, we're moving into a new place. It needed a paint job, so I am putting a new coat (or two) on. I feel like I'm about 95 right now.

Alright, alright....

I have been busy over the last few weeks. The biggest news is that I got a new job!! Yay!! Now, I just have to stick with it, but there is room for advancement, and my supervisors are nice, SMART, hard-working people who know about family time.

The job is for Terminix, as a termite technician. I will be making sure the little boogers don't eat people's hosues by setting bait for them.

Now, on to other news.

I am speechless about my one guilty pleasure, American Idol. You would think, after 4 plus years as a paramedic, I would shy from train wrecks. But, there is just something about watching people who can't sing assure themselves that no karaoke bar in the world would admit them that makes me feel, well.....numb. It's a pleasant distraction for a while (if you have the volume on mute). I'm not the best looking guy on the planet by far, and I can't sing. The thing is, my family KNOWS I can't sing, and they have told me in no uncertain terms that I can't. No delusions here.

Some twin news now:

About a week ago, I was driving with the twins in the back, and a car pulls out in front of me and goes -5 mph. I said, "Jeez". Out fo the back I hear from Logan one word: "idiot".