Remember me going on and on about this.  Well there’s more to the story, so grab your popcorn ‘cause here we go.

Two weeks ago the interviews for my boss’s position started.  I did put my name into the hat because I was of the mind:  ‘what is the worse that can happen’?  I go in for the interviews, tell them that I want to do bigger and better things, that I am capable of doing bigger and better things and hopefully they agree with me and help me find something.  I was fully aware that I was not going to get my boss’s job.  That was already determined.  I was going in there to take my future into my hands.  I wasn’t going to wait for them to recognize me, I was going to force them to acknowledge that I may not be the person for my boss’s job but I was worth more than I do right now.

That was the plan anyway.

For the first interview I didn’t dress up or anything.  I combed my hair and that was about it, I didn’t get all fancied up because I wasn’t going to get it.  I knew this so I wasn’t going to go beyond what I normally did, clothing wise.  I wore my granny cardigan that I keep at my desk at all times and my hair was in a pony tail.  I was being the me that everyone was used to seeing.  At 10 am I walked into the boardroom to be interviewed by the GM & President (yeah, this is that big of a deal).  The interview was supposed to take 45 minutes, I was done in about 20 minutes.  I laughed with them, spoke with my hands, and babbled about the random things that I have mastered rambling about.  I don’t think they were impressed but they were entertained.

After that interview I walked down the hall to be interviewed by my boss and another manager.  Let me tell you how hard it is to not be me with my boss.  He and I have worked together for 3 years.  He knows I am crazy and I know all about him.  We trade potty training challenges and drinking stories.  I couldn’t not be me around him.  So instead of trying to be someone that I wasn’t in front of someone who was very well aware of who I was I said frig it and I was me.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it, so I didn’t try.  I told stories about truckers and cookies, asked about family members and just had a general conversation. 

I was done in 10 minutes. 

The entire process was supposed to take about 2 hours; I was done in less than an hour.  The other candidates were interviewed that day and the announcement of who my new boss would be was supposed to be made that Friday.

Nothing was announced.

Last Thursday my boss asked me to go in and meet with his client.  I didn’t think anything of it.  I work with the same people that he does, I go to the same meetings, but usually I go with him.  This time I would be going on my own to meet with the VP.  I wore a suit because when you meet with the client you wear a suit; I tucked in my shirt, and combed my hair.  I went in and met with the VP of the client that my boss was leaving, I discussed some concerns that they had, I cracked jokes, and I poked fun at the fact that I was in a suit while he was in jeans.  We had a good conversation and I didn’t think too much of it.

When I got back to the office my boss and the GM pulled me aside and told me something really interesting – I got the job!

I GOT THE JOB!!!

I passed all the tests, impressed the higher ups with my wit and intellect (seriously they said that about me!) and I am going to be promoted.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don’t exactly know what is going to happen from here but as it happens I will blog about it.

*2 points if you know where this title is from.

This weekend we packed up the kids (and Beanz) and head off to an indoor water park in Niagara Falls.  It wasn’t as new, big, or kid friendly as this one but it was still a lot of fun.  The kids slid, splashed and splished for about 4 hours on and off.  By the end of it they were exhausted.  And I always take that as a good sign.

 Maks has turned into quite a water baby.  He started swimming at eight months and to say he didn’t like it would be an understatement.  He was not a happy camper for his first round of swimming.  But by the time the six weeks were over, he loved it.  So we kept him in swimming.* 

 Now he loves it.  And this weekend proved that.  He didn’t want any help in the pools, he wants to swim and float on his own.**  He hated it if I tried to hold him up even if it was to keep him afloat.  And the odd time that I did let go for a second he really was threading water and attempting to swim. 

 At one point this summer, I really was thinking about taking him out of swimming because I didn’t think that he was learning at all.  But once again, I was proven wrong.  And I am pretty glad about that. 

 *At this point he wasn’t really swimming.  It was more like splashing around and playing with floaties.

 ** He was wearing a life jacket

Like it x + 7 = 94 what is square root of x.

OK, no I am not.  I just couldn’t think up a title for this post and I brain is stuck in math mode.  So there you have it, a mathematical problem from your thinking pleasure this Sunday afternoon.  This post is really about nothing.  I am in one of those moods where I could go on and about silly things like algebraic equations or Mesothelioma lawyers. 

But I won’t.

I’ll just wish you all a happy Sunday and hopefully my next post will be more enlightened or entertaining.

P.S.  Do you know the answer to the equation?

So in about 3 months I am going to hit the big 3 -0.  I know I should really start busting out the anti-wrinkle cream.  But here’s the thing, I don’t feel like I’m 30.  I still feel like I am in my early twenties.  I know that I have real life responsibilities now and that I am a wife and mother but I just don’t feel that old.  And because of that I don’t want to make this birthday a big deal.

We are going away the week of my birthday to the Turks & Caicos because everyone around me can use the holiday at an all inclusive and because I haven’t been to a real beach on 3 years.  That is just too long.  But when I tell people that I have no intention of having an actual party to celebrate my 30th birthday they are shocked.  Apparently I have to have a party to celebrate it, it is a very big deal.

But I just don’t see it that way.

I know I should have done this yesterday but I got side tracked and forgot so as they* say better late than never.  Here are my thoughts.

I really should keep an in progress random thought Tuesday post going.  Throughout the week all these random thoughts pop into my head and I always tell myself to remember them for Tuesday because then I would have a truly kick butt type post to share.  But by the time Tuesday rolls around I’ve forgotten my truly awesome thoughts and am left with these.

There is a shortage of laundry baskets in my house.  We have 4 plus Maks’ hamper but whenever laundry time comes around they all end up being used by things other than the laundry.  I have laundry baskets that double as toy boxes and grocery holders so when its time to put the laundry in something, there is nothing.  It usually just ends up sitting on the floor until I move it to the laundry room.

I am currently sporting three Spiderman Band-Aids on my knee.  A dark room plus running toddler plus uncoordinated mommy results in blood, more specifically my blood, running down my leg and pooling on my big toe.  I’m fine, I am just being sucky.  It’s just a gash.  But I did discover that the only Band Aids we have in the house are Spiderman ones.  I think I should have some adult Band Aids in the house.  Apparently there are Band-Aids that look like bacon out there, I want those.

My mom is on Facebook now.  I find that odd.  I am going to have to watch what I say from now on.  She found my blog, read it for a while and then stopped.  She felt that she knew too much about me by reading my blog.  She liked it better when there were parts of my life that she didn’t know about.

Today was potluck day.  I ate so much that it hurts when I yawn. 

Sookie’s accent on True Blood is comical.  Everyone else has this believable accent but Sookie’s just makes me laugh.  And couldn’t they give her a better name?!  Who names their child Sookie??

 For some truly random randomness head over to the Un Mom.  That’s where the good stuff is.

 *who are the elusive ‘they’.  I always here about them but no one ever says who ‘they’ are.

Maks and I took a nap yesterday.  We took a nap in my big bed.  I wore clothes, Maks didn’t.  This wasn’t due to me not trying to get him to put clothes on it was a result of him stripping down after I thought he had gone to sleep. 

Somewhere between the world of dreams and waking Maks had to tinkle.  He tinkled in my bed.  But instead of waking up, he took advantage of the size of the bed, and just rolled over on to my side.  When we woke up I didn’t notice that anything was amiss.  He woke up like normal, went to the potty like normal after he woke up, let me put him in clothes and we went to the park.

Last night at around 11pm when Millhouse & I were going to bed, I turned off the light and crawled into bed; I snuggled in and started to doze off.  Millhouse tried to do the same but when he crawled into bed and snuggled in, he found Maks’ accident.

And screamed like a girl.

From now on Maks isn’t allowed in our bed unless he has a pull up on.

Maks used to be a really good eater.  He never ate baby food; he would eat what we were eating.  I never eased up on the spices or seasonings.  I wanted him to be able to have the same palate that we have.  I didn’t want him to be a picky eater.  I wanted him to be adventurous with his food, try new flavours and textures.  And for the most part he was.

Up until recently.

Now he won’t eat.  He’ll take a couple bites of something and then he just wants liquids.  He has no problem going through several bottles of milk (I know, I am working on weaning him off the bottle but this one is tough), cups of juice and water a day.  But to get him to sit down and eat an entire serving of anything is hard.  He will willingly take chips or candy but he won’t touch any real food.

I am not sure if he is just going through a phase, becoming a lazy eater, developing some really bad eating habits or just getting pickier but I am worried that he is not getting all the nutrients that he needs.  Millhouse & I eat pretty healthy stuff and we have no problem sharing our plates with him but he is just not interested anymore. 

I am seriously thinking about starting back the baby cereals because at least that way I know that he is getting some good stuff into his system.

Maks has gone from dabbling in nudity to a full fledged, card carrying nudist.  

 Last night I woke up to a very angry Maks.  He was screaming and crying and for the life of me I thought something really bad had happened.  When I went into his room I was expecting to find something bad.  But I didn’t.  Instead I find him trying really hard to take his underwear off in a sleepy daze.  So in my sleep induced haze I figured that all the commotion was because he had to go potty and he was frustrated because he couldn’t get his underwear off and go.  So I took him out of bed, took his underwear off and expected him to walk over to the bathroom.  But he didn’t, he crawled back into bed and went back to sleep.

 This morning after he was all dressed for daycare and I was packing up my lunch, he stripped down to his birthday suit and went streaking around the house twice.  I have to redress him twice before we were able to make it out the door.  I warned his teachers when I dropped him off at daycare that he may or may not flash them today.  I think she thought I was joking but I wasn’t.

 I can’t wait to get their report tonight.  :)

Update:  He did streak at school.  Apparently he made a mad dash from the bathroom into the middle of the classroom before his teacher got a hold of him.  But she said that he was embarassed because none of the other kids were streaking.  He felt out of place.  :p

I’m a worrier.

I have been a worrier all my life.  I worry about my parents, my sister, my niece, my husband, and my son (that is not in the order of importance but the other of appearance).

I fret over little things.  I worry, I over analyze, I over protect and in the process I make myself haggard.  I am frizzled, my nerves are frazzled, and I am forever worrying about everyone else.  I worry about their happiness, their health, their safety, and everything else that they encounter.  I worry about my job, my husband’s job, my house, my home, my car, and every other facet of my life.

 I really need to stop.  For my sanity I need to stop.  I can’t control, protect, and shelter anymore.  

 Correction; I will always worry about my niece and my son.  From the moment I knew of their existence I worried about them.  And I will fret about them until the day I die.  I recognize this but I have to stop when it comes to everything else.

 I just don’t know how….

Well, this post turned out a lot more depressing than I intended.  I guess it is just the frame of mind that I am in right now.  I need something to lighten up my spirits, I am going to look up something totally random like mobile homes that you can rent at the beach.

Sprite’s Keeper picked the most awesome – ist of topics for spin cycle this week:  books!!  I love books.  I have a whole other blog in which I blabber on about my love of the written word and all the books that I read, and want to read.  You want an example of how much I love books; when most kids were participating in skip – a –thons, bike – a – thons, and run – a – thons to make money to save the whales, penguins and tigers, I was participating in read – a – thons.  And I did pretty good too.  I ♥ books.  I want to build a library in my house and I have 3 boxes of books in my basement that I have read but don’t have the shelf space for.  So this topic is right up my alley.

The only thing is; I don’t know which book to choose.  I have so many that I could review but I don’t know which one to pick.  I could tell you about how much I detest the entire Twilight series.  I found the collection to be dribble and lack any sort of substance.  Edward was obsessive, controlling, mean, and just too pretty.  Bella was one dimensional, had no personality, and boring.  It upsets me to no end that there are little girls, tweens, teens, and some adults out there that was so enamoured with this series that they want to emulate the main characters.  Bella is willing to abandon her family, friends and all she has ever known to be with a good looking guy because if she isn’t with her she can’t get any better because so is so plain.  She is willing to be with someone that will try to force her to get an abortion, tell her to sleep with her best friend if she wants to have a baby, tell her to stop talking to her best friend, and leave her broken for weeks only to come back because he thinks she is dead!  It’s ridiculous! 

Besides I’ve said all this before.

So I’m not going to talk about Twilight.   

I am going to talk about Shame by Salman Rushdie.  This is by far my most favorite book of all time.  I love it.

Shame like a lot of Rushdie’s books follows the life of several characters from birth to death.  These characters start out as separate entities, in difficult geographic locations and with completely different backgrounds and histories at the start of the book.  But as the story begins to pick up it interweaves the characters into each others lives.  Some make a large impact while others are just a presence in the background; their stories intermingle, merge, and separate again.  It is a difficult read, but a very satisfying one.

If you get the opportunity I would suggest you read it.  Salman Rushdie is not for everyone but the complexity of this story makes it very rewarding.  You will get lost in the lives of people that start out in a very different time and eventually transcend into the present.