job interviews

So today at work we interviewed victims to join our workforce. Of course, there was one favored candidate before we ever hit the table, but I generally try not to be obvious about it. Not so with my ever so subtle friend sitting next to me. During the interview of said candidate, he quietly pulled a small napkin onto his interview question papers, wrote various instructions to the candidate about what the correct answers were causing me to viciously kick my neighbor. That's all I need--another round of interviews because my sappy friend doesn't believe in the candidate enough to let him do his own talking. He was head and shoulders above the rest anyway.

In other bits of news, spouse took our son to the dentist today to have that tooth that his sister kicked in on Thanksgiving morning removed. Being the nice and accommodating person that she is, she gladly removed two teeth for my dear son. He's so happy. Came home and grinned broadly at me, allowed me to snap several pictures with the digital camera. I'd forgotten what his toothless grin looked like. It's been several years and I try not to think about the colicky period of hell anyway. But suffice to say that the parrot living behind us at the time learned how to cry my son's cry so well that once when my son was sleeping in my lap and the parrot started in--wah! wah! wah! WWWAAAAHHHHH!--I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on and kept looking around for the other baby that I'd obviously misplaced. I wondered if I'd gone psychotic for a minute. That actually came later when the sister arrived to join her borther in mayhem and mischief. At least she wasn't colicky, just at death's door. You know, it's all good when there's no colic.

musing on the day

Having recovered a little from yesterday's inaugural post...of course, the second immediately following the one during which I hit send, I thought of about one hundred interesting and witty things I could have typed. However, it felt a little obsessive to post again right away and even more obsessive to edit my previous post, as if I'm too insecure to actually let the first one stand on it's own without a little tweaking...yes, I'd say "Teetering" was definitely the right choice in a blog name, wouldn't you?

Spent most of today outside with the kids. And the neighbors. And the neighbor's dog. In my house. Why the hell is the dog in my house when everybody else is outside? It's like the time my spouse was wiring the house for dsl and looked up to find that dog's owner in the house. "Hello! How are you today?" Scared out of my pants, how the heck are you? Why would you even enter another person's house without being invited? I don't understand that. Just like I don't understand that same neighbor who stands across the street shouting at me, "We're about to leave town for two weeks! We're flying on X plane at X time and we're staying at X hotel!" Maybe I'm just a paranoid freakazoid, but forgawdsake Lady, have some discretion!

Anyway, I digressed. Get used to that. Spent the day outside with the kids after the spouse went away to install a garage door opener at the in-law's house. Many periods of tears and shouting. A couple of incidents and accidents on bicycles. One point in which I had to tell the (same!) neighbor daughter to please untie the dog from my four year old's bicycle while she was riding. "But why?" Well, let's see. Because she broke her arm on that bike and she just had eye surgery last week and if your lovely animal decides to make a break for it she'll probably break some teeth off with her luck? How's that? Untie the dog! The reality is that the dog would never make a break for it. As my dog is prancing around her trying to animate her to do something, anything, she sometimes makes a half-hearted stab at standing before immediately resuming her plotz. And I don't care how much people say that girls are worse than boys socially. My son cannot play with more than one child at a time to save his life. He's with this one and then that one, and if another one steps in, it's all tears and mayhem. sheesh. I wonder if I did this to him? Have I rushed in to save social situations too many times and now at the tender age of six years old is he ruined already for life? I hope not. But it's really too early to see. I just keep trying to give him some problem solving skills and move on.

Back to work tomorrow after ten luxurious days off...except for that one day when the office called in a panic needing X information, necessitating a drive in with both children in tow to recover and photocopy said information (I knew I should have brought that file home). A full day of interviews to replace the colleague who has left. Wish us luck. Not looking forward to that at all--mostly because I don't really feel like answering any questions about the aforementioned file when the boss shows up to the panel. oy. Is it almost Christmas?

inauspicious beginning

Oh see, I can't do this. I can't even remember the word for a first something...first INAUGURAL! That's it! What the hell, I've got the title up there already. That's me, always on the edge, a little aphasic under stress, but trying like heck to keep up and make things good. Hard to imagine shouting out from the rooftops, "Hey! Come see my mediocre blog!" Does everybody else do that? I've seen other people's blogs, but not everybody has told me they have one...maybe they don't want me reading their blogs? I'll have to think on that for a little while... I wonder if anyone will read mine? Maybe this will be my little secret on the web. A nice, under the radar place to shout everything out. Put it into the universe, leave it to the wild beyond to tame or set free.