Up early, left at 9:15 for a 6-hour choir practice, dinner and evening at the in-laws, home at 9:15, full circle. I’m bushed wiped out. Cracking Me Up: Sleeping Cat Olympics plus Litterbox Crop Circle I’ve Always Loved These: Hand Shadows Putting a Face on Spam Makes it Hard to Resist (and a LOT Funnier): Request

There might be a bidding war…over ME! 😀 Yesterday, Company T called me back and said that they hadn’t forgotten about me, quite the opposite, but they had been forced by HR regulations to post the new position internally first. However, they were able to limit it to one week, so they should know by next Friday if there are any internal candidates at all, and they didn’t seem to think there would be. Then Company A called and asked if I could come in on Tuesday to meet my “coworkers-to-be,” 4 of them at once 🙂 AND I got...

How am I going to give up these Fridays? How? It doesn’t bear thinking upon. Anders climbed in bed with me some time after midnight, and shortly thereafter I woke up enough to say “snort! grzegle, urk?” and he reassured me that yes, he was home now. Then Karin climbed in bed with us some time much later after that and totally hogged the bed and all the covers, but she petted me on the face this morning and traced tickle lines around my eyes which made up for it. I had to put a fleece AND a windbreaker AND...

I just had a 2nd interview with Company A! She called me this morning and asked if I could come in this afternoon. It went GREAT!!!! I’m apparently the favorite candidate out of 4, and they’ve actually been re-thinking the position in the last 2 days since my first interview to make it more suitable for my profile! They have promised to get back to me with a decision/offer no later than Monday, and probably sooner. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I’ve been chasing rainbows. Yesterday, there were rainbows over Flyinge, which is not an uncommon occurrence. The sun was setting and the rain was moving away from it, so that all of Flyinge was backlit and bright. Martin and Karin and I, in the car, had a long discussion about rainbows and the chances of following one to the end and what one would find there. Karin, not surprisingly, is fully confident that she could catch up with the end of a rainbow. Martin, more the realist, insists that there is no pot of gold to be found. He, like...

On my way home from work yesterday, I stopped at the store to buy Frosted Flakes and mail my write-in ballot, and while I was there I grabbed a cucumber and some watermelon, and a carton of milk and then I saw a Pettson & Findus children’s magazine with a free Findus mousepad on it, so I took 2 of those, and why is it I can’t just go in a store and buy the one thing I stopped there to get? And to top things off, I found the most unbelievably sexist crap in the candy aisle, you’re not...

All my memories but one have disappeared! This is something that enaid posted in her journal today, and she was talking about the LiveJournal function that allows you to mark entries in both your own and other’s journals so that you can easily find them again. But I thought, what if that were true?! What if ALL YOUR MEMORIES BUT ONE disappeared? What would you do? Which one would you want to keep? learning how to ride a bicycle? the way your mom held you and stroked your hair when you cried over losing something? rolling out pie crusts with...

I didn’t say anything about 9/11 on September 11th this year. Partly because I wasn’t near a computer all day and so couldn’t put my thoughts into words and partly because I was crazy busy with an all-day conference which I was helping to organize and there were many things going on, pulling me in different directions and demanding my attention, and partly because I honestly feel that whatever I could say wouldn’t sound pithy or be comforting or have any real value to add to the world-at-large and the opinions out there regarding what happened 3 years ago in...

Am bone-tired. In a good way. The Regional went off with a bang and succeeded beyond our wildest expectations. We rocked. And the…ahem…entertainment did a fine job, despite my 9th-hour freakout. The party was a blast and the food was indescribably good. The conference was full of entertaining, informative, inspirational and thought-provoking speakers. I’ve never been so proud and impressed by the women of my club. My 4 houseguests, including the wonderful reebert who is as charming in person as she is online, were delightful and easy to please and everything went great, except for the gigantic spewing forth of...

The gorgeousness that is the weather here in Sweden is burning so bright, my brain hurts. Yesterday I talked to my brother on the phone, while in a cloud of interview euphoria, and he mentioned that he hurt his knee playing baseball, and I mentioned in a family email that I hoped it felt better and he replied that I healed the knee last night just talking to him on the phone because it’s all better now but his ankle, which was the body part actually hit by the baseball still hurts like hell, and I WAS OBVIOUSLY NOT PAYING...