Insomnimusing: Allons-y!

I promised I'd tell about the job once it was decided. Today, I got the job. :) A few weeks ago I was in my editor's office, and while looking through the paper he noticed an ad for the editor's position at one of our sister newspapers. The next day I asked him what he thought of the idea of me applying for the position. I was nervous - I tend to underestimate my own qualifications (though not my abilities). I realized that I was as qualified, if not more, than other editors in our group have been, so I decided to go for it. A couple of weeks later I got a call from the publisher at the other paper asking for a phone interview. He said they'd received dozens of applicants, and from those they'd narrowed down the group and would do phone interviews to get down to a final three or four. The phone interview went well, but at that time, he told me that the senior reporter at that paper had applied for the position as well. That made me REALLY nervous. Not only would she

It's Flashback Friday with The Outfield's Your Love!

This video was produced as a response to the NOM Gathering Storm commercial. I'm not linking to it. You can Google it if you're interested. It's not about special rights - it's about equal rights.

This soooooo rocked back in the day! It's Billy Squier's The Stroke!!

My job interview had been rescheduled for today, but I got a call from the publisher this morning telling me that he couldn't be there - again. He said he'd considered having me talk to some of the other managers there, but he didn't think that would be fair to me - and I agree. So I'll wait for it to be rescheduled again. Maybe it's a good thing. With these false starts, my apprehension is lessening, and it's possible that it could even work in my favor. I wonder if the other finalists are facing the same thing? Not having my interview allowed me to be stress-free today, so I got to watch both of my football games simultaneously. I'm getting better at that. I watched the Barca/Bayern game without sound, because it was in Spanish, in one window, while Liverpool/Chelsea played in the window next to it. Bayern managed to pull out a 1-1 finish, knocking them out of the Champions League tourney, but saving face a little after that dreadful 4-0 loss in the first

I had planned to spend last weekend cleaning the house, but when I got distracted by a friend overseas and got into a 10-hour long conversation, housework kinda fell by the wayside. Well, there were no distractions this weekend, so the kids and I got to work - and all did not go smoothly. Gin was transferring clothes from the washer to the dryer, but short stuff couldn't quite reach everything, so she decided to climb up onto the washer to get it. She fell in. And the door was locked (our laundry room is also our half bath). Munch came running upstairs to tell me that her sister was stuck in the washing machine. I grabbed a paper clip and straightened it out to unlock the door. Sure enough, she was in there, one leg bent in half inside the washer tub with her foot folded behind it and one leg sticking straight up in the air by her shoulder. (I considered taking a picture before freeing her, but then I decided that might be kind of mean. Hehe.) I had her put her arms around my neck,

Here's a fun flashback for you - Stacy Q's Two of Hearts! Claaaaaaaaassssic 80s pop!

I was supposed to have an interview for the new job I'm going for today. But after I got all ready and drove all the way there (shaking like a leaf, mind you), I was given a reprieve. The publisher's mother had been taken to the hospital earlier, so he was with her and out of the office. At least I got to drive there and find out exactly how to get there. It might help alleviate some of my nerves next time. Not much, but some. I really don't know why I'm so nervous. I don't even know if I want it anymore. I know I want the bigger paycheck and I even want the job itself, but with an in-house person in competition for it, I don't want to go into a hostile situation at work every day because someone thinks I've stolen her job. It was bad enough when I was in a hostile situation every day at my own place of work because someone THOUGHT I wanted her job. Of course, I suppose that means I can live through it. And if I get it, I'll be the woman's boss, so s

So, what a nice weekend..... The kids did get a little too rambunctious and test my patience a bit on Saturday, but it was smooth sailing after that. I got to watch two football matches on excellent streams; I finished off my wine (must start a new batch); I moved one step (or more) closer to a goal; I got to have dinner with an old friend I haven't seen in nearly 20 years ..... I probably should have been writing all this down as I went along, shouldn't I? Is it ok if I play catch up now? Friday - It was Thursday evening when I was chatting online with an old friend from high school when he said he was coming up from Virginia the next day to Ohio to see his son. He suggested we find something fun to do and catch up a bit. The girls were supposed to spend the night at their dad's, so I thought, "great, no problem, I'm actually free." Well, Friday morning I get a call from their dad telling me he can't take them. Typical. I tell him I already made plans, an

If your mother is a citizen of the United States at the time of your birth, then YOU are a citizen of the United States at the time of your birth, regardless of WHERE that birth took place. As a U.S. citizen at the time of your birth, you are a NATURAL-BORN CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES (the term is meant in contrast to "naturalized citizen," which is a citizen of another country at birth who later *becomes* a U.S. citizen, or of course "noncitizen," which would be someone who never became a U.S. citizen). If a pregnant American woman is on vacation in England and gives birth, that child is still a natural-born citizen of the United States. Such an occurrence would never preclude that child's eventual eligibility to become president of the United States. That would be absurd! Now as far as I'm concerned you can make all the arguments you want about Barack Obama, but the whole "birth certificate" controversy is stupidity at its finest.

YAY IOWA! Is this a changing of the tide at last? Also of interest: Reaction in California

It's time for Flashback Friday again, and this week it's Dan Hartman's I Can Dream About You!