We had one of those weekends where we actually did everything we were planning to. I mean, when does THAT ever happen? Got all the plants we bought yesterday into the pots and moved some others, plus pruned all the shaggy-ass bushes. Then we came in and organized both closets. Got two huge bags of stuff for Goodwill, plus one more bag to throw away. I feel that we almost lived up to msbelle standards!

Now to take a bath and finish The Girl Who Played With Fire. then we are ordering in Thai. Nom.

You're too sweet, Smonster.

I am really here just to show off my new tagline. I think Owen will eventually be more popular than "@shitmydadsays."

I have found that a little chicken broth will encourage an animal to drink. Is the water supposed to be okay to drink boiled?

Middle Tennessee is getting some serious flooding. My mom hasn't had power all day and it doesn't look it will be back anytime soon. She and my sister are not happy.

I hope you can get Toto to drink soon.

So, I was checking my medicine bags tonight and realized after tonight's dose I have 2 more bags. Which is enough for tomorrow.

Only I was told I was supposed to be doing this for 8 days starting Wednesday, which puts me with iv treatments until Thursday. So now I have to call the Homehealth place and ask why I'm missing medicine.

Gah! This is SO CLOSE to the job I want, down to the organization and program, but it's a little too high up and managerial. [link]

smonster, that is so incredibly you. You need to figure out a way to position yourself to meet the requirements.

FWIW, I'm deeply involved in LEED and EnergyStar as it applies to corporate occupiers and can access info on how it affects owners/investors. Will be more than happy to feed you anything I can that might help.

Well, part of the problem is that I'm not quite qualified, but part is that I don't want that position. I want something lower on the totem pole, actually doing work, maybe an assistant crew manager or something.

And thanks! I will keep that in mind.

smonster, you would be VERY WRONG not to at least try for that job. And you wouldn't want wee Frankie to grow up in a home with a delinquent mama, now would you?

(edit in reference to followup post: never mind, if you don't actually want it. But I'll be wishing for the actual right job to come up. Or for this one to be tweakable for more hands-on, less managerial stuff.)

Oh yeah, if it's not quite what you want that's different. But the offer stands.

Thanks, y'all.

I'm chatting with B and he just wrote the loveliest intro email for me to the warehouse manager over there. Gah. Crush continues unabated.