And The Wait Goes On

Good luck to all racers this weekend! (I'd start naming names but I haven't been tracking too well this week and I'd leave someone out and ... good luck to everyone.) I may or may not be racing. We've been thinking about doing the Great Human Race 5k tomorrow. The training plan calls for 4 miles and track drills. Not a bad match up to throw the 5k in there for three of those four miles, eh? If we do it, it will be one of those "show up and sign up" affairs. Maybe I'll feel some race energy or enthusiasm for it in the morning. This afternoon? Not so much. In fact, nil, nada, and zip.

In spite of my "meh" feeling about the 5k, training has been going well this week. A super 23 mile outside bike ride with a new bike buddy. (Hi Daniella!) Of course I wanted to DIE about 6 minutes in. And hills! Outside = not nearly as flat as my tile floor! I'm sure there are ways to simulate hills on the bike trainer but I don't do that. I just pedal for as long as I can stand it. My record this winter 1:10. NOT enough preparation for Wednesday's ride. Still. It was a lovely day and my new bike friend was patient with my slow poke self. Can't wait to go again. Donna dragged me out for a 3 mile run last night which was just what I needed after a day of frustrating writing. I've got an upper body free weight session and a swim tonight. Woo hoo.

On the job front - there's good news. Sorta. They finally finished checking the four additional references on Wednesday. (One woman John gave as a reference is a hoot. They asked her about his strengths and weaknesses and she told us she said, "He's a genius and sexy and his weakness is he knows it." Um. Way to tell it like it is, sister! At this point I'm done with worrying about it.) The HR lady told the recruiter that it all went great and she was waiting on permission to hit the print button to get him an offer letter by ... yesterday. Turns out the CEO is out of town and they're now waiting for her to get back. (She can't give permission to hit "print" over the phone? She can't sign it by fax? Whatev!) Monday we expect an offer letter. If that part is good, guess what? THEN they start the background check. Ay yi yi. I'm sure the background check will be fine - it has been before. It's just that he wouldn't start until it's complete - meanwhile there's no income, decisions about COBRA have to be made, etc. I want to scream to the universe, "Hurry up already with my happy ending!" Do you think the universe will think I'm a pushy broad?

And finally, I'll leave y'all (but specifically Glaven) with an example of why you should get rid of the chalk board in the kitchen BEFORE your cute little boys turn into teenagers:

Angus (age 10) is the one who pointed it out to me and I hope he was giggling at the thought of his brothers (i.e. Sheumais 16, and Iain 14 - Bug at 18 is not on the list of usual suspects) getting in trouble for being rude - and crass - (and funny, dammit!) and not because he got the boob joke. But in my heart of hearts, I know they've corrupted him already.
Who looks guiltiest? Iain (left) or Sheumais (middle)? Clearly their sister hasn't seen the board yet or she would look outraged. Have I mentioned she's a black belt?

TODAY I LOVE: my kids even when they're rude little gits