Beware contract positions. Not that they can't be good, but just...beware.
Down two more pounds... 184 is the official weight for today. I saw that and said, outloud, "for real?" stepped off and stepped back on... yup. 184. That's a 2 lb drop from last week. 2 lbs away from my first goal... I can SEE it!
This weekend I got Brady a radio for his bedroom. It's just a little clock radio that has an attachment for an iPod. I charged up Brad's iPod and downloaded a Seether CD onto it. Brady's favorite CD right now is this Seether CD MIL has. I borrowed it from her, copied it into iTunes, and put it on the iPod. Now Brady can listen to the CD on repeat all night long. Sadly, the iPod dies about 3 am an I have to go in and plug it in so it'll play again. The radio has a port for it, but our iPods (2nd gen nanos) have the headphone jack on the bottom next to the USB port. The clock radio is made for newer models with the headphone jack at the top, so I can't have it docked and plugged into the headphone jack at the same time... considering taking the radio back and just getting him a small cd player. I can burn the CD from iTunes and not have to worry about plugging the iPod in at 3 am... might consider that as a necessary option.
But despite the issues, the idea worked swimmingly! Brady stayed in his bed all night long. He didn't wander into our room and complain of being lonely or scared. Note, he's been sleeping in our room since the day he was born, except for a small stretch of time when he actually slept in his own room (when he was in a crib and couldn't get out). I think we were in our house for about 3 months before he moved back into our bedroom, so this has been a long time coming. And I'm thrilled that it worked. I hope it continues to work. Then breaking him of music when he sleeps will be his future wife's job... lol
Brad did really well racing this weekend. They'd made some changes to the car that worked great! He won his heat and got 4th in his feature. And the trailer races to follow were awesome! I have pics of 3 of the trucks prior to the race and then the aftermath of the races. I may upload them later.
Got a possible lead on a job. A friend of mine is married to a gal who works here on the island. She just accepted a job at the VA hospital in Iowa City and said she's got a position there she has to fill. It's a contracting specialist position. It's got upward mobility potential so I'm definitely interested. I'll let you know if I learn anything else about it in the coming days...
I suppose that's all. I hope everyone's having a great day so far... the countdown to the weekend has officially begun.
Beware contract positions. Not that they can't be good, but just...beware.
My dad has been in many contract positions over the past several years. He loves to move from job to job, though it's getting harder as he gets older (no matter how qualified, age makes him less desirable). Most have worked out really well, but there were one or two that ended early or unexpectedly (after being extended) and left him jobless for a while.
Congrats on the new low!
Current interests - Starting Strength (reading it very slowly)
I would not be a contractor... I'd be a DA Civilian, like I am now, but writing contracts for the government.
Wow... carb flu today - or something similar... maybe carb hangover? Thursday, had hashbrowns with dinner. Saturday, I made a roast with potatoes and carrots and made gravy using tapioca starch. I ate potatoes and copious amounts of gravy. Yesterday, hashbrowns for breakfast - and too many at that b/c I realized too late that I was out of eggs.
Yeah. tired, not fully functioning and really scattered today. I just want to take a nap.
Does sound like a lot of carbs at once, for sure. I'm so afraid of getting back into sugar-burning mode that I try to stay very reasonable on that front. I try to have just one good carb thing a day.
5'2", 55 years, Primal since April. Pre-Primal weight loss, from 216.6 to 157.8
Primal low: 140.2 (Dec. 3) Goal weight: 135?
Main Primal goal: beating back my CFS enough to function more normally and start writing again
More and more, our life has been governed by specialists, who know too little of what lies outside their province to be able to know enough about what takes place within it.
- Lewis Mumford
Jenn -- big WOOT WOOT on the 184!!!!! YOU GO GIRL! First goal is SOOO darn close!
And good job on the Brady boy sleeping in his own room! Progress!
The job change sounds like it might be a good thing, no? Keep us informed!
Tomi, it depends. Department of Defense employment is so volatile right now. With the cuts to defense spending, they're looking to unload a lot of people to save money. Right now, they're offering retirement to those who are close or are eligible to help cut numbers. They've eliminated the student staff, which REALLY sucks when I need to take a day of leave because I have only one person left in the organization that I can ask to cover for me. The next to go will be new hires. There's a contracting command (they write contracts too) just down the road who was hiring people and are now letting those they hired go b/c of defense budget cuts. I'd almost rather get in at John Deere or another farm implement manufacturer than remain in the government. Which would be easier to do now that my boss has lost a lot of my loyalty - he still hasn't apologized for ripping my ass publicly for something that wasn't my fault.
My 184 didn't stick around long... stepped on the scale once and it said 185... stepped off and on again: 186. Again, 187. Not sure what's up with my scale other than it sucks. It's a piece that I've had since something like 2005. I remember buying it b/c my dial scale had to be calibrated, if you will, every day with a 10 lb weight before I could use it to accurately take my weight. I remember being upset when the new scale put 3 lbs back on. I felt like I was starting over. Anyway, maybe the scale is just getting old and it's time for a new one - one that won't add a pound every time I get on and off it. lol
I'm in a bit of a mood this morning. My son, bless his heart, is a dawdler in the morning. ZERO sense of urgency. I was on him for 20 minutes to get dressed this morning. By the time he was dressed, it was too late for him to get breakfast. So, I had to put some cereal in a bag for him to take to school so he could eat breakfast there when the kitchen opened. Of course, he doesn't want to do that. Then we had a fight over whether or not he could have a juice box this morning. I kept trying to tell him that if he drinks his juice boxes when he's at home he won't have any for his lunches and he'll have to drink milk. He couldn't seem to grasp that, so we had an argument about it. I'm so tired of arguing with him. I wish he'd just hear me the first time I tell him something and accept it as what it is instead of trying to bargain everytime. The good news is that with arguing skills like his, he'll make a great lawyer some day - or worse, a politician...
I'm also starting to realize I really don't like my job. I don't feel like part of the team, especially since the COL ripped my ass, so I don't want to be here anymore. I don't enjoy the work either. I'm going to stick it out (at least remain on the Island) until I'm done with school, but after that I won't hold any loyalties to the Island... that's a little bit of a bummer b/c I wanted to get on the Island for so long. I worked at getting here for 2 years before I finally got on as a contracted employee, and quickly got hired by the government. I was excited and it's just turned out to be less than I had expected. Retirement is good, and that was the whole point (that and getting to continue working for the Army) but now I'm at a point where I really want to find out what my passion is in life and pursue it, rather than just holding a job and bringing home a paycheck. I feel discontent, I guess. Probably I'd be a hell of a lot happier at home...
Ugh, such doom and gloom. I wish the vitamins would kick in so my mood would elevate... I'm so bummy today! Anyhow, it's Tuesday which means I have a paper to write over material I haven't read yet. Time to get crackin'. Have a good one folks...
I just discovered a page on Facebook called Prayers for Cheyanne Rae. She's a 9 month old baby who was violently shaken by her father when she was just shy of 8 months old. He caused severe swelling of the brain, bleeding of the brain and fractured her skull. She had to be airlifted to a local hospital and had brain surgery and was sedated heavily for a very long time while the swelling went down. They did xrays and found two ribs that were healing, meaning he'd hurt her before. He is currently in jail awaiting trial - denied any form of bond for hurting this little girl.
She's beautiful folks. The site made me cry as I'm the mommy of a beautiful little girl and very easily upset by these types of things. I hope he rots in hell for what he did to her. She has survived and has been allowed to go home with her mom after a month in the hospital.
The world can be such a terrible place. When will people realize that you cannot shake a baby???