There's a reason 5-year olds typically don't go to the workplace. It may be that they have a tendency to say "interesting" things.
Josh came with DJ and I to the office today. He thinks he's cute (and he is); he convinces all the other employees that he is. He spent the day taking money from my purse to put in the soda vending machine (he liked how it dropped down). Josh selected drinks at random to give to people around the office. We had a potluck lunch; Josh was sitting next to my new boss and the conversation went something like:
Josh: "My dad is a farter. He likes to fart!"
Tom: "Excuse me?" (Note--he's 39, Wharton School of Business Grad, only has a 10-month old)
Josh: "My dad farts a lot!"
Me: "AARGS*&%?!GGGGH" (Although that last part was in my head).
After that I swooped down to try to save my image. Luckily, Tom was laughing.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Geeks Of The World-UNITE!!!!
That's my battle cry right now. Hopefully it works; after all Warren Buffet and Bill Gates must have both been geeks, right? My absolutely geeky children (in the best possible sense of the word) have been geek-i-fying their lives.
In between football and basketball, Tre' managed to win a sweepstakes award for his science fair project on earthquakes and building types (helps his interest to live on the San Andreas faultline) at the school district level. Next he moves on to a four-county competition. County, ho, hum, right? Well, this four-county division has about twice the population base of Utah.
Madi won third place in the school district for her project on probability. After throwing 4,165 dice (yes, she also recorded the results for them all), she also managed to fit in her cheerleading group that she formed at the school. I think that must have come from DJ's side of the family. I seem to remember poking fun at cheerleaders all my life. (That must have been supressed angst on my side. Or maybe not.).
In between football and basketball, Tre' managed to win a sweepstakes award for his science fair project on earthquakes and building types (helps his interest to live on the San Andreas faultline) at the school district level. Next he moves on to a four-county competition. County, ho, hum, right? Well, this four-county division has about twice the population base of Utah.
Madi won third place in the school district for her project on probability. After throwing 4,165 dice (yes, she also recorded the results for them all), she also managed to fit in her cheerleading group that she formed at the school. I think that must have come from DJ's side of the family. I seem to remember poking fun at cheerleaders all my life. (That must have been supressed angst on my side. Or maybe not.).
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Hmm--Why would someone who knows they will no longer be employed by their former employer be spending a late Sunday night doing month-end processing? Especially when they have another job lined up (whoo-hoo!)? It's that darned Peterson family mission statement coming back to haunt me. Remember the "Our family loves work" line? Well, it's stuck.
Yes, I have another/same job. During the whole chaos of Chinese buyers, hostile takeovers, etc. (you can't believe the types of phone calls I've overheard!), I've managed to shut down an office, compile corporate files from about 5 different locations and digitize them, do another person's job, and not kill myself. However, it's going to pay (and I do mean pay) off. To give a rundown (kind of like the beginning of a show where they show last week's episodes): The company I work for has 3 subsidiaries. 1 has been making a profit--our investors want to sell that one to a Chinese supplier. The supplier has indicated they might be interested in buying the company, but only with a very lean structure--which basically is just my boss, the former CFO. Then the former CEO of our company wanted to buy the other 2 divisions. Back and forth, back and forth. Tom (CEO) offered me the CFO position with his company, working from home, full time, better benefits and bonus, etc. Dan (former boss--I guess he's still current) wants my help, but just part time. So why not both? I'm glad to bill him for the time. Lots and lots of time, when he realizes how little time he has.
Enough about me. The kids have been absolutely hilarious. We have a family friend who's youngest son is the light of Reagan's life (oh, to be a 12-year old girl again). This boy hasn't decided that he's dead-set against her, so it must be "twoo love"--at least she thinks so. We have the HSM (High School Musical to the uninitiated) dance game for the Wii (I've managed to beat the kids once or twice--very unusual for me). You can create your own characters, and Reagan created a "Reagan" and a "Hayden" character. This morning, she came into the room at 5:30 am, frantically woke me up and said, "Mom--you have to get me on the Wii. The Millers are coming over, and they might play the game and I don't want them to see my Hayden." Yes, twoo love.
Tre' is now confident in his "cool" self. He's deliberately mussing up his hair, but it's stubborn, and lays back down again. He's also now a sports nut. It's good he has Grandma Judi around, because his sports enthusiasm would be wasted on just DJ and myself.
Madi= horses. Still, and forever. We've got a trainer coming out monthly to teach Madi different techniques. We also found a pair of pink cowboy boots (thanks, WalMart) that fit her. She's in heaven.
Josh is a flirt. All the little old ladies in church miss him when he's not there to wink, smile, and hug them. He's also my little math whiz--last week he told DJ that he wanted to count from 100 back to 0, backwards. Did it too. Hmm--either a flirty engineer or a flirty accountant. Talk about an oxymoron!
Yes, I have another/same job. During the whole chaos of Chinese buyers, hostile takeovers, etc. (you can't believe the types of phone calls I've overheard!), I've managed to shut down an office, compile corporate files from about 5 different locations and digitize them, do another person's job, and not kill myself. However, it's going to pay (and I do mean pay) off. To give a rundown (kind of like the beginning of a show where they show last week's episodes): The company I work for has 3 subsidiaries. 1 has been making a profit--our investors want to sell that one to a Chinese supplier. The supplier has indicated they might be interested in buying the company, but only with a very lean structure--which basically is just my boss, the former CFO. Then the former CEO of our company wanted to buy the other 2 divisions. Back and forth, back and forth. Tom (CEO) offered me the CFO position with his company, working from home, full time, better benefits and bonus, etc. Dan (former boss--I guess he's still current) wants my help, but just part time. So why not both? I'm glad to bill him for the time. Lots and lots of time, when he realizes how little time he has.
Enough about me. The kids have been absolutely hilarious. We have a family friend who's youngest son is the light of Reagan's life (oh, to be a 12-year old girl again). This boy hasn't decided that he's dead-set against her, so it must be "twoo love"--at least she thinks so. We have the HSM (High School Musical to the uninitiated) dance game for the Wii (I've managed to beat the kids once or twice--very unusual for me). You can create your own characters, and Reagan created a "Reagan" and a "Hayden" character. This morning, she came into the room at 5:30 am, frantically woke me up and said, "Mom--you have to get me on the Wii. The Millers are coming over, and they might play the game and I don't want them to see my Hayden." Yes, twoo love.
Tre' is now confident in his "cool" self. He's deliberately mussing up his hair, but it's stubborn, and lays back down again. He's also now a sports nut. It's good he has Grandma Judi around, because his sports enthusiasm would be wasted on just DJ and myself.
Madi= horses. Still, and forever. We've got a trainer coming out monthly to teach Madi different techniques. We also found a pair of pink cowboy boots (thanks, WalMart) that fit her. She's in heaven.
Josh is a flirt. All the little old ladies in church miss him when he's not there to wink, smile, and hug them. He's also my little math whiz--last week he told DJ that he wanted to count from 100 back to 0, backwards. Did it too. Hmm--either a flirty engineer or a flirty accountant. Talk about an oxymoron!
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