I like this random thing and so it continues.

Candidate Selected

I hired the woman I interviewed on Friday. Although she does not have direct construction accounting experience, nor does she know our program, I do not find that to be a detriment. She is a fast learner, obviously intelligent and I think she will find efficiencies within the position. She starts on Monday. Woo hoo!

Soccer and Children's Sports

So, I think my husband believes our son has a talent for soccer. So much so, that he is organizing an under-5 team for the fall and registering them at the premier league in town. One of our son's schoolmates lives 2 blocks away and his dad played in college and pro for a bit. Husband recruited him for coach and his son for the team.

When we had a child, husband made it very clear that academics were to be stressed in our house. Sports could only be played of academics were up to snuff. Son is at a school that is for gifted & talented, so I think husband thinks that end is covered. And so I find it a bit odd that he is suddenly obsessed with soccer. I love soccer, myself, but I am somewhat taken aback by his enthusiasm for it and his diligence in putting together a team. I hope that if son develops a dislike of soccer, it is not because it was pushed on him.

Arse

My arse is beginning to feel and look like cottage cheese. I think it is because my belly is growing, and things are shifting on my body and so my tail suddenly looks worse than usual.

When husband and I were in Sedona on a romantic long-weekend last November, husband mentioned plastic surgery to me. I was stunned, to say the least. He mentioned it in a very nice way, "Honey, I feel like I could use some assistance and as I approach 40, I would like to plan on something, how about you?" As I sat there with mouth gaping open, he continued. "As much as you run, your bottom will never be as tight as it should be because of your genetic composition. Look at your mom." Yes, I know. Why else would I be running 35+ mi/wk? Why else am I battling the bulge every day of my life since I was 11 yo and understood that I was looking at my future as I looked at my mom if I was to continue on my given path.

I told him that I had honestly never thought about it. Personal trainer? Yes. That I have thought about. Taking pilates or yoga? Absolutely, when I have the time in about 10 years, sure. Right now, do I really have the time to do more than I am doing? I could carve out time somewhere, I am sure. It would require that husband be home on a more consistent basis and that is not going to happen.

Since November, this thought has been crossing my mind much more frequently. Wouldn't it be nice to have some of those fat cells sucked out of my arse? Wouldn't it be nice to not be incredibly self-conscious about saddle bags, even though I am a size 6/8? Wouldn't it be nice, period?

I struggle with it. I see Dr. 90210 and other shows and see the surgery and cringe. ICK. I think about the cost. I think that I am too proud and that anything worth having is worth the work, not taking the easy way. But it is niggling at the back of my mind. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be too bad.