Moving on up

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I got my new business cards last Friday. (I blurred out all the contact info just in case stalkers are reading this blog. However, if you can find me by fax, more power to you!)

Titles don’t mean much these days, but becoming a Veep of a global corporation was an incredible moment for me. I’ve only been on the job for three weeks, but so far I am enjoying every minute of it. It is refreshing to be excited to go to work every day!

However, there are things that I miss about my old department:
– The friendships … especially Stasa and Jen … miss you ladies!
– Free snacks and cokes (now I pay 75 cents when I need a caffeine fix)
– Telecommuting two days a week (Boy do I miss my Wednesdays and Fridays at home!)
– The view of Houston from the 40th floor (I still have an office, but no window. Boo!). I especially miss watching the hawks circling the building.

More on the new job later!

Take that, dog!

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Winston has been driving me absolutely crazy lately, and although I understand his incontinence issues are a product of old age, I decided to take a page out of Scarlett’s playbook and do something passive agressive. (If he had a closet, I so would have farted in it.)

Therefore, I give you Winston’s submission to the Dog Shaming site.

And there is one other thing …

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Yesterday morning was my first day on the new job (more about that later), so I was a little nervous and excited while gettng ready. As I go to shut down my laptop and pack it up for work, I notice something new …

Scarlett. I walk into the bedroom where she is snuggling with daddy and give her a good talking to. I’m disappointed, this is why she isn’t allowed to play with real markers, it won’t come off and this computer belongs to mommy’s company, etc. etc.

She’s not happy. I’m not happy. I finish getting ready and Dan miraculously gets the writing off the laptop. Once I am ready to go, I sit her down so we can make up and not be mad at each other during the day.

Me: Scarlett, I’m sorry I got angry with you, but you know better. Please write only on paper with markers. Okay?

Scarlett: Okay. (sad face)

Me: Let’s make up because I don’t want us to be mad at each other today. What do you think?

Scarlett: Okay, mommy. (still a sad face, but gives me a big hug)

Scarlett: Mommy, there is one other thing I did.

Me: (Bracing myself to hear that she wrote all over something else in the house) Okay, what is it?

Scarlett: I farted in your closet.

Oops she did it again

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We seem to be starting a family tradition of getting in trouble during the first week of school. Remember kindergarten and the Invisible Man? I don’t miss those days … wondering if she would bring home a green, yellow, orange or angry red face, but I still don’t like the “OOPS” notes either. My guess is that it wasn’t an oops at all, because talking and not paying attention in class runs in her genes. Right, mom??

When Scarlett Grows Up

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One of the few things Dan and I don’t agree on when it comes to child rearing is what they can and can’t listen to musically speaking. He is constantly telling me we shouldn’t let them listen to pop music, that we should only buy them Kidz Bop or other kid-friendly CDs. I’m from camp “they don’t understand 90% of what they are hearing”, but after this recent revelation, I’m forced to admit that he may be right.

Little Miss Scarlett was quietly listening to my iPhone, when she suddenly takes off the headphones and says “Mommy, when I grow up, I need a bicycle, star earrings, things to cover my boobies and no shirt.” I grab the phone to see she is listening to “When I Grow Up” by the Pussycat Dolls. Of course it doesn’t help that the iPhone shows the cover art for the songs … which is where Scarlett got her fashion ideas from.

So, where do you stand? Do you think pop music is too suggestive for young kids?