life goes on

as it always does. We are getting along.


One more week of school, then I get to try to keep them all entertained all day long. Lets hope for lots of good weather so they can be outside.

To post or not to post...

...that is the question. I'm SO angry right now. Shocked, disappointed, and astounded. It doesn't make sense. I was SO sure about this.

Back in December, Benson applied for a job with the federal reserve board. The job description was a perfect fit for his skill set. In fact, this is copy/pasted from the job description:

Qualifications

Individuals interested in a career as an analyst should have a degree in business administration with concentration in accounting or finance, and experience in financial analysis as it relates to banking. Knowledge of the laws and regulations governing banks and bank holding companies is preferred. A master’s degree is required for most higher-level positions.

check, check and check. He was applying for an entry level job, so the masters degree isn't really applicable. He had a former co-worker, and a good friend (2 people) who both work there vouching for him. He has such high integrity and is seriously the hardest worker I've ever met. That says alot. When he decides to do something, he gives it 150%. His co-worker and friend knew this, and recommended him to everyone they knew there.

The interview went perfectly. Perfect. No, "well, I wish I'd had a better answer to..." Everything was great. Conversations came easy, his past experience was a perfect fit to the questions they were asking about how he would fit in. No regrets. None.

So, to them I say:

where did things go wrong?! There were 15 positions and 30 candidates. How could you possibly give all those positions away? You had great references for him, he has exactly the experience you want, he's been on the bank side of these exams for 3 years! COME ON!! TWO of your employees have verified that he would be a good fit! What was so horrible that you could disregard that?

ITS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!! You read him a form letter about how his qualifications were not a good match. Thats bull. If anything, he is over-qualified, and if that is the case, you should tell him so. Not belittle him by saying it was a hard decision, but other candidates were better qualified. You've got it wrong. You made the wrong choice. You need to call him back.

%#$@#$.

dance in the "rain"

I laughed at myself for 10 minutes

after I saw this picture. Whew... laughter is good for the soul. Enjoy at my expense.

Creative inspiration

Check out these awesome ideas for decorating your walls! The creative juices are totally flowing! I'm thinking cut out vinyl for the girls shades... maybe with butterflys or swirl designs... hmm... maybe starched fabric to make fun fabric designs on the walls. The possibilities are endless.

... and we need a new giraffe made with vinyl or maybe fabric for my son's room. He does NOT want to give up the giraffe's but I don't want to paint them again only to paint over them in a few years when they are totally not cool anymore. (We have to paint the walls when the new windows go in...) Something that is semi-permanent is just what we need! I'm so excited! Now to save up some $.

Anyone want to buy a sandwich wrap or some cards? :) How about a print or two?

Its official

I know I said he was up on two a few months ago, but the boy is far too fast on all fours. He's been *able* to take several steps for at least 2 months, but just in the past 2 days, he has decided it is his preferred mode of transportation. Its so cute to see him walking around. He is SO proud of himself. :)

The uneventful ER trip.

Very strange evening around our home tonight. Around 7 pm, I was reading email... Benson was watching TV, Sweetie was playing the piano, Goose was doing homework and in all the quiet, I didn't notice Tank and Twister were playing on the stairs. I heard a thud and a scream and immediately ran to the scene.

The very creepy thing was that Twister fell silent after that initial scream. He sort of melted into the floor and his eyes rolled up. Horrifying scene. Never want to see that again. I screamed for Benson, and a few seconds later, he sort of came to... though a bit disoriented. Then he started crying again.

I turned my evil eye on Tank and sternly asked "WHAT HAPPENED!?" Apparantly, Twister was on the second or third stair up and was playing with Tank who was sitting a step above him. The game was try to get Tank's toes. When he "got" her toe, he bit down. She instinctively shoved him off of her toe, and straight back onto the ground 2 stairs below. Well, can't really be mad at her for that, can I?

Anyway, Twister came to just fine, and seemed to be acting just fine too, but I put a call into the doctor to see if "watching him" was appropriate under these circumstances. I explained that he was fine now, laughing, playing, no lethargy... eyes not dilated, no vomiting. The doc thought he still needed to be evaluated since he lost consciousness. I have no problems erring on the side of caution, so we packed up and went to the ER.

The ER here has a separate pediatric ER, and they were able to get him in immediately. The nurse came in within 5 minutes and got the history. The doctor came in about 2 minutes after that. She checked him out, got the history again... said he seemed to be acting ok. Yea, I know that... She didn't think a CT or x-ray was necessary, they'd just keep an eye on him for alittle bit. Well, she wasn't kidding about it being for "a little bit". It was less than 10 minutes later that the nurse came in with discharge instructions. Check on him through the night, and watch him for strange behavior, continuous vomiting, or obvious lethargy . Hmm.. sounds familiar.

From the time I left to the time I got home was about an hour. I'm glad I'm somewhat medically inclined and feel confident in my ability to watch him. It seemed a little pre-mature to send him home that quickly, but I'm glad to have the opinion of a doctor behind me in thinking he is ok. I get to check on him every 2-4 hours tonight, but I'm not worried. I'm sure he is just fine.

What a night.