Can I add yet another “Best Post” from a mom?

Stumbled on this blog today because, frankly, Todd and I had a chat last night about the necessity to put (kidding here) some rum in Monkey Butt’s sippy cup.  Man he was being a poop.


This blog post is awesome and I actually got teared up reading it because she did such an amazing job talking to her son and I’m printing it off and saving it, because some day I KNOW I’ll be having this exact same talk with Bren.

I know teaching is a tough job and I totally respect it.  I also know that there are some things that we don’t need to freak out about.  Creativity and expression are just that… and little kids (boys and girls both) don’t need to be crushed any more than society is already trying.


The poster completely rocks.  I will clamber down off my soapbox now and get to the business of adding her to my blogroll.

*One final thought that has been pinging through my mind… I love the Blog-World.  There is some seriously damn-fine writing happening out here – voices that might not have been heard or been so accessible if this option weren’t available.  So I’m cheering for the Blog-world.


If this doesn’t sum it up, nothing does….

This is fantastic.  Bad Mommy Moments captures the pre- and post-child dilemma perfectly.

The other night my husband turned to me in bed and said, “We were really stupid before we had children.  What did we do with all that time?”

I couldn’t help but agree with him.  We are unanimous in our agreement of what we SHOULD have been doing (warning, TMI alert!)…

1) More sleep (seriously, this one’s at the top of my list – his might start differently)

2) More sex.  No small ears listening in?  No worries that mommy and daddy might freak out the six-year old?

3) More adventurous foods that don’t come on sticks, in wrappers, or out of a brightly printed, cartoon-infested container.

4) More sex, followed by more sleep.

5) A clean house.  Damn.  We were serious slobs.  WHAT did we do with all that time?????

6) MORE MOVIES.  In the theater.  Before they were so old the actors in them had gone on to direct because they “always wanted to direct.”

I’m sure there’s more, but I have to go wake up number 1 son and shower and eat breakfast and write up a couple facts about bucky balls and …

Well, you get the idea.

Enjoy Bad Mommy Moments.  She makes me laugh in a big way (because the alternative to is to cry into my bowl of Life cereal…)


One down, fourteen to go!

My grade on my final was posted – 220/250…  88%.   I was simultaneously thrilled and then, yep, the perfectionist showed up in me and I thought, “What?  How did I MISS 30 points???”

I know.

This glass is 88% full, not 12% empty!

So my final grade for the class was a 95.4% – firm A.


Today I am going to kick some serious class butt and get reading, module, and case study done.  I’m going to refocus and let what happens roll out.  There is nothing further I can do at this point.  The career position will either happen or it won’t.  I spoke to my big boss yesterday (since Mama Kel had spilled the beans about my interview Monday).  I explained the position, the opportunity and how, yes, it is time for me to move into a career position.

He was very gracious and told me to let him know if it doesn’t work out so we can look internally at the community college.  He also told me that if I were hired in that position to let him know so we could celebrate.  I am still smiling at that comment.  He’s a good guy.  I know he wants people to succeed, but I also know that he needs people around him who are strong enough to TELL him to delegate to them.  Maybe it’s just a case of him needing to truly believe he can count on people so he’d do it.  I’m not entirely sure because I haven’t worked in close proximity with him.

I do know that a few of us have been offering and he hasn’t taken us up on it, not to any deep degree.  I wish he could have know, without doubt, that we were not only ready and willing, but we were absolutely able.

I have to be patient until I have the final word on this other position, but once I know I can begin to make some new, concrete plans (that statement SO sums up how I am…).  If I’m not chosen, I’d like to talk to KW and see if he would be interested in doing some mentoring for me.  Every single person that I’ve talked to who knows him has amazing things to say about him.  Add to that the intuitive feeling I’ve gained through talking to him and the information I’ve gathered – this is a man who could help me to develop.  Is that a lot to ask?

Yes.  It is.  But I’m willing to do it because I feel strongly enough about it.  Talk about stepping outside of my comfort zone.  I hate overt, unwarranted presumption, but this man is a teacher and he truly loves mentoring.  I can only imagine how much I could learn from him.

Here’s the thing:  If I do end up working for him, I’ll be thrilled.  And this is beyond the company itself, which I think is great.  KW is someone that I can see aspiring to follow in his footsteps.  He has the people-ability AND the technology side.  He strives to develop all of his staff.  And I’d be willing to bet that he does that, where possible, for his students.

It’s time for me to get my day started.  My alarm will go off in a few moments and that will signal it’s time for me to get Aidan ready for gramma.  (He was a pill last night and would NOT go to sleep… oy)


I’ve had a decent night’s sleep and I’m regaining my footing for my classes.  I’ll regroup further today.  Distractions and detours are fine, especially in this instance.  But there are still firm responsibilities to be dealt with.  Oh… yeah.  Apparently my sense of humor has resurfaced and my appetite has diminished.  Also, the horrid headaches have finally given up the ghost.


If I hear today or tomorrow?  And it’s “Yes, we’d love to hire you.”  I will give my 2 weeks notice and start on my 40th birthday.  How is that for poetic?

I know I’m trying to reign in my expectations.  This is unknown territory for me…  The big boss giving me reinforcement and an alternative option?  Well, I won’t ignore that.

Cheers and Happy Thursday from the busy, messy desk of

Internal Tension

I can’t help it.  I’d love to say that I’m not concerned about how the personality test went, but the fact is that I keep wondering if it suggested to them that I’m a complete mess.

And I say this because I don’t know how the darned test works.  I do know that I answered it to the best of my ability – straight and honest (sometimes brutally).  There were sections where I wanted to argue with what they were asking me.

Then there’s the social scientist in me that wants to see the results and analyze how accurate I believe their assessment is/was at detecting who I am.  I want to question that ANY assessment can do it.

The practical part of me thinks that if the assessment results in my not being chosen and it is really that accurate, then I truly have to appreciate the company going that extra mile because I don’t want to be placed in a position where I’m unsuccessful.

The family just got home and I have a tired munchkin… so I’m done.


…or something like it

Just tweeted.  I twittered.  I was one with the tweets.

Yeah.  I know.  Time to eat – obviously the sugar-low is overtaking my brain.

For anyone who might be remotely interested, this is my Twitter address:

I am a lazy, lazy writer when it comes to it, but lately I’ve been feeling the urge to see how much I can convey in those short characters.  Actually, I’m a short character too.

I think I was successful today.  And for the record, my freshly starched cotton shirt (oooh) matches my jade green toenails.  I believe I may be hearing tones of “I feel pretty” drifting in from the background.  Actually, it’s not so much that I feel pretty or anything like that.  It’s more a case of feeling like I’m just perfectly me today.  I have my black, cat-eye glasses with the wee rhinestone chip in each corner.  I have lovely dark, over-dyed denim pants on, with my favorite black sandals.  I’m wearing my second favorite necklace – a circle with three stars (one for each of my guys) and on the back is etched, “Dreams come true.”  I have in my favorite silver hoops – smallish, but sturdy.

And as for why the necklace is my second favorite – My number one favorite is the sterling silver rectangle frame with the three hearts – for my three guys (yes, this is a theme).  Sweet Bren decided he was fascinated with it and broke the chain.  I still need to find a replacement chain for it and I will… in May.  I promise myself that.

But this is me and I am really happy with who I am.  I’m just glad that I’m finding ways to show it, all without having to follow what other people like….

I love a freshly pressed and starched cotton shirt….  I love blue jeans… dark, faded, soft, crisp… I love jeans, period.

I love my funky glasses and I love my simple silver jewelry.

I also happen to love my darn skull shirts and this last one is why I’m bummed about my weight.  So unfair.  Yes… I could attempt to replace them but it wouldn’t be the same…

Anyway.  I am a peaceful, happy woman this morning.  I got my “tweet on” and I’ve blogged.  Now it’s time for waking my remaining two guys – small fry is off to gramma and grampa’s house.  Then it’s time for a hot cuppa tea and a busy day at the office.

life is good


The Tipping Point

I can’t even begin to think how to blog this.  I’m at a point in my life where it may change drastically.  Will I look back on April 28th as that moment?  I don’t know.

I saw the hiring manager (KW) on campus today.  It was a nice surprise to see him.  He told me he’d be sending me a link for an assessment that I needed to complete – likes/dislikes profile type thing.

Later, I got a call from him that he’d sent the link and we chatted for a bit.  I thanked him again and told him that the meeting yesterday was an incredible experience for me.

So the assessment?  It was a personality profile.

I talked to my dad tonight – for about 45 minutes – and we talked about what all this means, how the timing is right, and how this is that moment for me to take that leap from the nest.  All the work… all the times when I questioned myself and wondered if I would EVER be a professional, or if I was destined to stay in positions that made me feel like I wasn’t living up to my full potential.

I am at a loss for words.  Those who know me would be shocked to hear me say it.  I don’t know what to say or write.  How do I convey the full impact of where I am at this moment.

I’ve worked front-line, support positions for most of the last 20 years.  I’ve learned a LOT.  I’ve studied.  I’ve experimented in labs… read… written… listened.

I HAVE paid my dues.  It is my time.  They may get the results of my personality test and decide I’m not for them.  I’m fine with that because I was brutally honest about who I am and what motivates me.  If I’m not a good fit, given who I am, then I don’t belong there.

That said… I believe I will be hearing positive news within a day or two.  My references are not only solid, but they are 100% backing me in my endeavors.  They will be impeccable.

I am at the tipping point – that moment when things are changed on a life scale.  The only thing that stuns me more than the fact that it’s happening is how out of the blue it happened.  I always thought I’d see it coming.  No.  I didn’t.  Apparently my time showed up in a quiet, sneaky way.  All the decisions I’ve made have been dead on and that includes working in my current spot.

I need to go to bed right now, but I will document the sequence of events that had to happen in order to come to this place.  One different decision in the last while and it wouldn’t have happened.  Doesn’t that just make you wonder?

No matter the outcome – I am proud of myself and all that I have done in my life.  I will stop selling myself short and I am going to find a renewed sense of my confidence in who I am and what I have to offer.

Cheers to all who have been with me through the documentation of this journey.  I promise – I will be sharing what lies ahead.  Perhaps my story will resonate with another person out there… you just never know.