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Monthly Archives: June 2011

On Cloud Nine

Is there any better call than the one saying you’re our first choice and we’d like to offer you the job?  Probably, but I can’t think of any others right now.

That’s right, I got that call.  It’s a freelance offer to start, but they hastened to reassure me that there will be plenty of work – this is just a way for both of us to become comfortable with each other.  I’m down with that.

I am beyond excited.  It’s my field,  marketing communications, but a completely new arena – law.  Challenging and interesting.  I can’t wait!


The Big Squeeze

Finally got around to having my first mammogram.  Yes, I’m aware that I’m more than a few years overdue for a baseline – save your lectures.  Chalk it up to laziness for the most part.  I only see my primary care physician once a year because the husband’s health insurance requires it.  So when she would hand me a sheet saying call for yet another appointment, it was very easy to set it aside and forget about.

Did the same thing this year, but apparently they’re on to me.  Last week got a call saying your doctor wants you to have this done and can you come in next week?  See, if you make it that easy for me, of course I’ll come in!  And I did.

Initial thoughts:

1. Owie!

2. There has got be a better way.

3. These thoughts then repeated on a loop until …

4. Whew – it’s over.  And not THAT bad, just – uncomfortable.

So if you haven’t gone in yet, just do it.  It really isn’t that bad and took only a few minutes.  That being said, since #3 wants to go into biomedical engineering, I need to steer her in the correct direction to invent a better mammogram.  Because there really ought to be a better way, don’t you think?

Round 3

Ding, ding, ding!  Today is Round 3 of interviews for a job I halfheartedly applied for a couple of weeks ago.  I almost didn’t even bother to read the posting because the job title sounded very junior (Assistant).  I did read it though, and it actually sounded kind of interesting – and not at all junior.  It’s also part-time – 20 hours a week – which would be great in the summer.  Well, it would be great anytime.  I’ve worked part-time and full-time and can honestly say that full-time sucks.  Big time.  I don’t know how people do it!  The only thing I liked about it was the salary.

Which brings me back to being being halfhearted about this opportunity.  Half-time means half-salary.  And, since money hasn’t been discussed yet, I’m afraid their idea of half-salary may be considerably lower than mine.  And even if we’re on the same page, it still won’t be anything to write home about. But it shouldn’t just be about the money, right?  It should be about enjoying your work, personal satisfaction, yadda, yadda, yadda.  Yet with three kids galloping towards college, I feel like I should be trying to earn as much as I possibly can, i.e. suck it up and work full-time.

I probably shouldn’t get ahead of myself – after all, they haven’t made me an offer yet.  Don’t want to jinx anything.  And, if I’m completely honest with myself, I really do only want to work part-time.  During my full-time stint I felt like my home life was falling apart.  I was disconnected from my kids’ activities, and because of a long commute, usually got home after everyone else ate dinner (no, it wasn’t usually possible to wait for me – remember the part about activities?).  Not to mention the housework that piled up or simply didn’t get done.  Ack.  I’m breaking out in hives just thinking back on it.

Right now, part-time is just a better fit for my sanity and my family.  A few more years down the road and full-time will probably sound great – and this sounds like something that could become full-time.  So I’ll put my best foot forward and hope for the best.  The power of positive thinking and all that.  Wish me luck!

I’d love to hear your thoughts.  If money were no object would you work part-time or full-time?  Would you work at all?

On Her Way

#1 had her last day of high school and her 18th birthday on the same day last week.  Commencement ceremonies followed a few days later.  Pretty heady sense of freedom for one who has often expressed her desire “to get out of here.”  She’s not physically leaving quite yet – freshman year of college will be at the local community college – but mentally she figures she’s a grown up.

She is an adult in the eyes of the law, except for that pesky drinking age thing, but she’s still my little girl.  The one who came first and survived our newbie parenting.  The one who had such a perfectly round head that all the nurses remarked about it.  The one who, when introduced to her new baby brother, immediately got her two favorite stuffed animals to introduce to him.  The one who correctly predicted #3 was her baby sister when I was convinced it would be a second brother.  The one who stood out at the mailbox every evening and waved to all the neighbors as they drove home.  The one who was the only girl in our neighborhood posse of boys – yet she was the one in charge.

The one who was terrified and excited at the same time to perform her very first tap solo – and whose quivering body launched itself into my arms when it was done.  The one who insisted on doing her own hair and makeup when most of the other girls at the studio still wanted me to help them.  The one who was so graceful and beautiful during a lyrical piece about a girl and her doll, that I’ve never been able to watch the whole thing without tears running down my face (as they are now).  The one who despite her dance talent could never quite get down and funky – always a ballerina even in hip hop.

The one who has always known her own mind.  The one that raced through the doors of pre-school and never looked back, even surrounded by crying 4-yr-olds clinging to their mommies.  The one who really should consider law school since she will argue that the sky is indeed green just to be contrary.  The one who has never lacked in self-confidence: her 5th grade teacher was amazed that she actually volunteered to go first for every speech/presentation they did.  The one who carried on a conversation with a kid in the orthodontist’s office – who had addressed her by name – as if they were old friends, and when I asked who he was she shrugged and replied matter-of-factly and without a shred of arrogance, “I don’t know.  Everyone just knows me.”

The one who during the commencement ceremony jumped up and down waving at all of us.  The one who mouthed “love you, mom” to me during the speeches.  The one who will leave to go away to school in just over a year.  The one who will, I predict, eventually have kids of her own, even though now she says no way.

The one who will always be my little girl no matter how old she gets or how far she goes.  Love you, sweetheart.

Wave at the Bus

Haven’t we all embarrassed our kids at some point, whether purposely or accidentally?  Purposely is always more fun though, isn’t it?  Check out this dad’s dedication to the art:

Waving at the bus on the last day of school.


Things My Kids Say

Sometimes they crack me up, sometimes they make me cry and sometimes they make me feel old.  And sometimes they even make me feel like I must be doing something right.

#1, on a hot, steamy July day in Michigan as we are preparing to leave for a dance competition in Orlando:  “It better not be like this down in Florida.”

#2, in the car, answering a query as to who was on the radio:  “It’s Nippleback.”  And a short time later, #2 again:  “He’s my breast friend.”  (uh, got something on your mind, son?)

#1, while we are having pork chops for dinner:  “Good chicken.”

#1, the day after senior prom: “That was so much fun!  I want to have prom every weekend!”

Technically not my kids, but I was the carpool mom this day:

#2’s friend, carpooling for hockey: “Hey, hey guys!  What’s the number before infinity?”  Followed immediately by, #2’s friend’s twin brother: “You idiot, it’s infinity – we don’t know!”  1st friend, “Duh, I KNOW we don’t know infinity, but what’s the number right before it?”  (Almost drove the entire carpool off the road after that.)

#3 to #1, who was having a crisis and was nearly hysterical:  “Don’t make decisions when you’re angry.  Don’t make promises when you’re happy.”

#1, to me:  “#3 is so smart.  I was really upset, and she said the best thing to me (see above).  It really helped me.”

#3, to me, after being queried about these words of wisdom:  “It’s just something I saw on Facebook!”

#1, as I groaned my way up the stairs after bashing my knee:  “Geez, Mom, how old are you, anyway?”

In The Middle

Why “musings from the middle?”  Oh, for so many reasons:  Middle age.  Middle class.  Pretty much middle politics.  I like the show “The Middle.”  And I like the alliteration of it.

Middle age.  I’m in my early 40s, so technically I guess I’m there, or at least getting very close to it.  Had my kids on the young side (3 before 30) for this generation, so I’m quite a bit further along then many of my contemporaries.  I don’t really think of myself as middle aged, though.  More of a label that has been slapped on me without my permission.  After all, in my head I’m about 33.  Oooh, note to self – good topic for another blog entry.

Middle class.  I live in a nice home in a nice suburb.  I do not drive a nice car, but that has more to do with the fact that it still runs, is paid for and, as a minivan, infinitely useful for hauling kids and gear.  We enjoy a comfortable existence for the most part, and while there will always be additional comforts I would like to have, I have never gone to bed hungry or cold.  Well I have, but it was due to sheer laziness – not quite the same.  There is always food in the house – not filet mignon and champagne every day, but not hot dogs and mac-n-cheese either.  Can’t – or at least shouldn’t – complain.

Middle politics – Isn’t this where most of us are most of the time?  And in the immortal words of Rodney King, can’t we all just get along?  Wag more, bark less.  I would like to see a political party whose main plank is tolerance.  People are different from each other – that’s what makes things interesting.  Accept this and move on.  The main agenda of this party would be to work together with respect and dignity to solve problems and increase the quality of life for all citizens.  Note to the current political parties – yes, I mean both of you – automatically saying “no” to the other side’s ideas is NOT conducive to solving problems.  Perhaps showing a little willingness to at least listen and then having a thoughtful discussion would result in actually getting things done.  Have I preached enough?  Well it is MY blog afterall.  If you disagree feel free to start your own.  I promise to read it with an open mind.

The Middle – funny show.  If you haven’t watched it, check it out.  My third favorite sitcom right now after #1 – Modern Family and #2 – Raising Hope.

Alliteration – it’s kind of funny.  I took every advanced language course in high school, nearly minored in English literature (needed one more 400 level) in college, and I didn’t learn what the word meant until post-grad.  If you don’t know what it means, look it up.  It will be the new thing you learned today.  Use it in a sentence tomorrow.  I used to teach English, can you tell?

Finally, I like the image that “musing” evokes of having a little muse perched on my shoulder as I write.  The 20 lb. cat currently purring in my lap does not count or all this would say would be “food, food, food, food, food, food.”  However, my muse appears to have left for more coffee, so I think I’ll join her.