Just a note, we will NOT be moving to Florida. They offered the job to someone else. We are not reaaly upset, it's just the way things are. And we are happy here in Utah. Brian has a good job working with people he admires and respects. And I enjoy the people here too. So, no worries!
My husband really knows me. I mean REALLY knows me. He had to go to Florida, (more on that in a bit.) and he brought home gifts for the kids and me. He got me a coffee mug. A BIG coffee mug. A big coffee mug with Tigger on it. Here, I'll show you.
See? How can I not love a guy who gets me like that? Now I don't need to pour myself three cups of coffee in the morning, I can just have the one and get on with my life.
Now you're probably wondering why he got to go to Florida and the rest of us had to stay home. You are probably especially wondering that if you've seen the weather around here lately. Right now it's 45F and thunderstorms. But Brian had an interview. An interview they flew him down for. And paid for his hotel. And bought him dinner. Lucky duck. Yeah. We might be moving to Florida. He had two phone interviews before this one and he interviewed with 11 (yes, eleven) different people this time. It's an Assistant Director of Pharmacy position at a new Children's Hospital that is opening up in Orlando. It would be quite a big step up for him, but one I know he could handle and even thrive while doing. So, we'll see. He may not even be offered the position. Which would be fine too, we're happy here. But I'll keep you updated.
This morning, after taking Ian to school, I was checking my email when I heard the distinctive sound of a spoon in a bowl. "Hmmm," I thought, "Ian must have left his cereal bowl on the table again and Tana is in it." But, no. When I go check out what is going on I find...
Yup, Tana had discovered the sugar bowl. Guess it's going to have to live in the cupboard now.
(You can't really see it, but her hands and face are covered in sugar!)
So Ian came running into the kitchen, opened up the junk drawer, grabbed something and was on his way back out when I stopped him. "What did you grab?" I was only curious. "Dad needs some electrocution tape!" He said holding up the electrical tape before continuing his sprint out the door. I made sure the door to the garage had slammed before I laughed at that one!
I only have one confession this week. My son is turning eight on Monday. I am so proud of him! He is strong, smart, vibrant and funny. He has a temper and is full of love. He loves camouflage and horses, squeaky cheese and riding bikes. He is convinced if he does something wrong the first time he has failed and will never be able to accomplish it. He is *this close* to doing a perfect handstand because Daddy FINALLY convinced him to keep practicing and he would get it. He is amazing at math but is a sloppy reader. He has the worlds cutest freckles and a smile that will light up a room. He sings beautifully and dances well (but don't tell him that. Dancing is for girls!). He hates sour cream but loves broccoli. He'd eat candy 'till he puked if I'd let him. He loves all animals, but Simon is his kitty. Tana is annoying but don't you DARE do anything to hurt her, he'll protect her to his last breath he loves her so much! He is tenderhearted and kind. He loves small children. He's silly, sweet and totally outrageous. I love him more than I ever thought I could possibly love and I am so blessed to have him for my son!
With regards to Shel Silverstein....
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are brownish blueish green,
But I'm told they look orange in the night.
My hair is brownish blondish brown,
But it's blackish when it's wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.