its a monday

That project I was working on, it was a job. A good job at my company.

And I was going to announce on the blog this week, that I beat out tough competition and got this job and finally I will be doing something I enjoy, that I'm good at and I just can't keep the excitement in any longer....

but I didn't get it.

And kept smiling like fool and saying "well thank you for the opportunity" over and over

I've been working a lot, as a test run, with that department and finishing up projects this morning with my almost colleagues was awkward. She knows that I know and I know she knows I know
and we don't say anything

The few people I told about the lengthy interview process, I had to tell them I was second best, and there was someone with more speech writing experience.

I say I'm proud of myself for trying
It is what it is
and finding some joke to hopefully plug up the tears - dont cry at work dont cry at work

I write the email to my parents "Job Update"
and know they are disappointed just as much as me but
I can't quite manage do anything  my parents can brag about

The problem with putting things out on the blog is when stuff falls through you have to explain yourself to the 4 people out there who read this thing
And record the embarrassing failures in your personal history filed under -
Mondays you probably don't want to read about

it's my world and all you people are just livin in it

I might be 30, own my home, work in a high profile industry, manage a house and a family.

But my husband tucks me into bed every night.

Confession #5
While I am getting ready for bed he straightens the sheets, removes all the crummies and specs of poky things that always find their way into the bed, and fluffs my our pillows. (I just realized I'm sounding like a spoiled brat)

Then I fling myself into bed
sometimes a dramatic gone-with-the-wind-flop
sometimes a bouncy hop
sometimes a half asleep shuffle
sometimes I carefully insert myself next to a sleeping cat or two

He pulls the sheet up to my chin and throws my blanket it the air, cracking it like a whip as it slowly floats back down and to lay perfectly on my arms.

If I am feeling silly I will request a "Mummy"
and he tucks in the sheet all around me till I can't move and I am wrapped up tight
I can't help but giggle the whole time, when do you get to have this much fun?

Maybe it is immature and it is probably asking too much of poor Dp who can't possible want to de-crummy the bed all the time.

I hope I always stay silly, and confident in my likes/dislikes, and proud to say I'm 50 and still think the Muppet Movie is hysterical, 60 and I still play Frankenstein with my gummy bears, 80 and love to swing.

I hope David tucks me in every night and I can say at the age of 90 "Can you mummy me?"

crumbs in the bottom of the july bag

July was just the most ridiculous month. Busy and stressful and mixed in with birthdays and anniversaries.

July 3rd was our 8th anniversary - we ate chinese food and saw Much Ado About Nothing at the River Oaks Theater.

July 4th we had mexican food with my dad and went to look at inner loop office developments. all american deal

Sometime in July - our ac went out. probably like everyone else in Houston cause it has been so dang hot. we received recommendations for repairmen from friends and family and everyone we called wouldn't travel to our location. *we live pretty dang centrally located to pretty much everything

We were sweatin' it out and camping in the pink bedroom which happens to have a window unit. We have never turned it on but it works! and kept us coolish at night. But in the mornings despite icey showers I was sweating bullets trying to get ready and had 2 very important meetings at work - my hair wouldn't dry, make up was sliding off my face like icing melting off a cupcake.

• AC was fixed just in time for the SPI trip.
• On a positive note - if you've never seen a cat walk on an air mattress it is hilarious. Rigby liked to jump on it like a trampoline and Abbey was very unsure and took marching steps like she had tape to her feet.

July 21st & then some - I turned 30!

• It was the year of the sentimental gifts. My mom finished my baby book. I've been bratty about this for 20 years probably cause Leah's book was nicer and finished and mine had my name and weight. I've probably looked through it 90 times.
• Daddy gave me a necklace of MeeMaws. (geez I'm almost starting to tear up again) How I always need a reminder to stay focused on the joyful life.
• I completely dropped the ball on the 30 confessions. But last week I had an inspired moment and wrote down all the ideas I had, scheduled the order and nothing is going to stop me from getting these confessions on this blog.

All of July - This current project at work has been exciting and stressful and a lot of work and taken up a lot of headspace. Even on our vacation in SPI I was consumed with planning and strategizing.  I'm hoping this will take a backseat in August because I need some relaxing time.

Cat-update

• Abbey has been on the light food for about a month and feeding the cats two different foods has really worked out well. Abbey seems fuller on her food and Rigby seems uninterested (or unaware?) in her food.
• We've started feeding Wheels canned food. We are nuts. I think she has some dental issues because she woofs down that wet food and only nibbles the hard food. To make a box of box food last longer we mix her hard food with some water so it is a little bit mushy. All this for a stray cat. :/
• Aren't you glad I included this cat update? I'm sure in 10 years I will be interested in the eating patterns of our felines.