Ok, it didn't go my husband's way

Ok, so my husband was up for a promotion. His boss was moving on to "greener pastures" and his position was up for grabs. For the last year since the guy that was my husbands boss was moved up, S was the lead DBA. It wasn't really a title, just a process that happened in his work place. Over the past 2 years turn over has taken place where he no longer was the newbie, but second in seniority. The chick that had been there for 6 years was quite vocal about not wanting anymore responsibility; therefore making Steven the ideal guy to lead the team. People went to him for help prior to going to the actual boss. When the boss was out of town, Steven was in charge. He felt that he was the obvious choice....minus some "details." 1) He had never had management experience, but neither had his boss that was leaving, so he thought the company was willing to help loyal employees move up. 2) He is the youngest. By a great deal.

With all that said, nobody else wanted the position in his team, or so they said. "Canada Boy" had just started in March or May and had previous management experience, but insisted that those days were behind him. He had the "been there, done that attitude" and verbally said he was not interested. However, five days later, he has the position. The higher up boss decides to have individual meetings with the entire DBA team. Canada Boy was first and was given the position. Steven was next to find out that Canada Boy got the position. Then he left. He was home by 3:15 which means he had to leave by 2:30 at the absolute latest. Apparently after everyone else had their individual meetings they left too. Steven's best friend and latest add on to the DBA team left at 4:00 and was the last one. Apparently everybody thoughts Steven got screwed.

So Steven is on a roller coaster of being pissed. He is constantly pissed off, but the level of anger from him varies from moment to moment. I am trying desperately to not piss him off so that I don't accidentally become the target of miss directed anger. So, not much talking and no asking him to do anything. Basically I am on eggshells around him and I am thankful for the weekend of working. I have not even told him that I am late (today begins day 4) That is the last thing we need right now since I don't know what he will do about his job. Well see.

Where is Stinky?

My children have a pet fly named Stinky. At least once a week or more, a fly gets in my car. About 4 weeks ago K was bored and decided to name the fly Stinky and then call for him when was not in view and then yell at him if he landed on her. M got into that action and now when we get into the car she asks, "Where is Stinky?" or "Where did Stinky go?" The game of Where is Stinky lasts for most of a long car ride. It is cute most of the time. DH S does not find it as fun, which honestly makes it more fun.

Sunburns Suck

OK, yesterday during our adventures in the water, I got sunburned. What is so sad is that I know internally that I get burned, but yesterday I must have forgotten. I got my kids lathered in sunscreen so they are fine, but I did not put any on me. Usually when Steven and I do outdoor activities as a family, I lather up the kids and then he does me. However, being here at Mats and Summer's, I forgot to have one of them put the sunscreen on me. Oh well, perhaps a lesson was learned.

I'm at Mat and Summer's for a few days

OK, so I have been convinced to do a blog by my friends as an outlet and an expression of my inner thoughts and feelings. Lately I have been really pissed off and this may help me vent out some anger. Although, I am currently buzzed a bit so I am not currently pissed off. Like right now all I want to do is jump on a trampoline. Perhaps with a water sprinkler underneath it. That was fun when I was a kid. You know what else was fun. Making out with boys. Yep. It was fun. Once I made a list of all the boys I have kissed and it was a fairly long list. That definition was defined as lip to lip contact. Not necessarily with tongue. Mt first kiss was with a PK, with tongue, in the third grade. Talk about scary shit. And confusing. Then I thought that was the way I was suppose kiss all the time. Not the case which I found out slightly later. Anyways. Random thoughts when I am buzzed and the filter is off. Perhaps when adult beverages are not involved I can share my pissed off thoughts.