January 24, 2011
I haven’t blogged much lately. I mean to — I keep thinking of things I’d like to blog about. Like how my Gen Y employees don’t know the movie Broadcast News, even the one who studied journalism. Or like how men seem to get bored of driving the car they used to love, even though it’s still a perfectly wonderful car, but they’re bored so want a new one. Or how my Boomer client has come to realize that the retirement home in a quiet community isn’t for her, because she’d be bored, and what does that say about retirement. And if boomers aren’t retiring, what does that mean for Gen X? Or about how I’ve come to realize that there are probably no jobs for me that someone thinks is full time that I couldn’t do part time like I’m doing now. Or like how I can’t seem to find time for blogging but I can find time for twitter.
But I haven’t found time to blog in ages, so those entries will have to wait (although now that I’ve written them down, maybe I’ll get to them sooner).
So instead I’m blogging about my kid’s birthday. Mostly so I can brag about his cake, which I made. I make the cakes for my kids’ birthdays every year, and I let the kids choose what their cakes will be. Some years they make it really tough, but this year my younger son made it easy. He was having an art party and they’d be making clay penguins, and since he’s obsessed with Club Penguin (a kids social networking site — another blog post there sometime!), he wanted a penguin cake. So I delivered. What do you think? Did I nail it?
December 14, 2009
On the one hand, being in an office this time of year is nice. Everyone is so happy about the holidays, and we do fun stuff like a staff dinner, Secret Santa gift exchanges, and put up decorations.
On the other hand, being in an office this time of year is very difficult. Our office gets a lot of holiday gifts, and just about all of them are chocolate. Since they’re to say thanks for stuff the staff all do, the chocolates get shared, and put out in common areas for everyone to help themselves.
It’s not that I don’t like chocolate, it’s that I like it too much. If you think controlling your diet is tough this time of year no matter what, imagine it when there are yummy chocolates of all kinds of varieties two doors over, just waiting for someone to eat them.
I don’t have enough willpower to work here full time, and working here part time I still have to pay dearly at the gym and the closet when I try on my clothes.
Some things were easier when I worked at home five days a week.
May 31, 2009
I came back last night from a three day trip to Portland, and no one missed me. Well, no one at home at least.
I was on a business trip, but I kept all day Saturday to myself to explore the city and have a bit of me-time. And I flew back just before dinner last night. My husband seemed to have worked overtime while I was away to be super-fun dad, so when they all picked me up at the airport, they were much more interested in telling me about all the fun they had with dad rather than being excited I was back.
Part of me is thrilled they had so much fun, and that my husband was so capable. But most of me wanted them to miss me terribly, unable to live without me.
Of course, in the three days I was away the kids didn’t eat a single vegetable and stayed up more than two hours past their bedtimes. And no homework was done, no piano practiced. But they had fun.
And frankly, I didn’t miss them either, so I guess we’re even. And no guilt about being away, so maybe I’m the worser parent. No that anyone is assigning blame, of course. 😉