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There is nothing like going on vacation to remind a girl how much she likes her home. Don't get me wrong; we had a lovely time. I just like being at home, surrounded by my stuff, and able to sleep in my bed. I love my bed.

So anyway, we drove down to LA for a few days with at my aunt and uncle's house, which was nice. It's funny watching them play at being grandparents and go all gooey over Bug. Can't say that I blame them about that. Being in LA gave us time to hang out with Uncle Jeff, who we saw on Friday after we into town, on Saturday for dim sum in the Valley, on Monday night for dinner, and Tuesday when he drove us to the airport. On Saturday, Bug and I also got to meet the fabulous Miss Kendra and had a great time peoplewatching.

Sunday, we went to the LA Zoo because my aunt wanted to see the baby giraffe. He was pretty cute, but not as cute as Bug is. See for yourself:



Bug could not have cared less about the zoo, but she did enjoy the park inside the zoo. She was happy to sit in the grass and play. She also wanted to eat the the leaves near her, so we distracted her with one of her favorite toys.



After the zoo, we pretty much just sat around and relaxed. We did introduce Bug to my aunt's pool and she seemed to enjoy swimming, which was good because we expected to spend a lot of time at the pool in Puerto Vallarta.

Here she is swimming with Daddy:



Tuesday, it was off to Mexico. We arrived at our hotel in time for dinner, which we learned was far from compelling. We stayed at an all-inclusive resort, not because we cared about it being all-inclusive, but because they offered all day childcare as part of the package. They had a great, toy-filled room for little ones and some very nice day care providers, so we felt comfortable leaving her there for a few hours each day. It was nice to have just a bit of time alone together. That doesn't happen very often these days. So I did some reading and some knitting and just generally relaxed. The big downside (aside from a not particularly comfortable bed) was the food. Breakfast was fine, but that's the best I can say. Lunch was either a dreadful buffet or burgers and dogs from the snack bar. And while it was all you could drink, a girl can only tolerate so many watered down margaritas. A nice thing about Puerto Vallarta is that the water at all of the hotels and restaurants is purified, so the risk of illness was pretty minor. The resort did a dinner buffet every night, but, as part of the package, we got to eat at the three other restaurants, supposedly an improvement. Except not. One of them might have served the worst meal I ever ate. So, to preserve our sanity and our tastebuds, we chose to go to dinner outside our hotel. So much better. Dinner on the beach one night, the equivalent of Benihana another. Bug's favorite restaurant had strolling musicians:



That's about all there is to tell. I even have a bit of a tan (well, for me anyway) since I spent lots of time outside. Uncle Jeff fetched us from the airport and, because he is an awesome human being, he brought Winchell's donuts. Woo hoo! I definitely lucked out in the brother department. We spent the night at my aunt's and drove home the next day.

It was really nice to go away, but it was even better to come home.

I Miss My Mommy

It's Mother's Day and, for the second year, I'm a mommy. And that's great. But, my mommy isn't here to share it with me and that really sucks.

Otherwise, today was a pretty ok day. We went to the zoo and checked out the animals. Other than Bug, there isn't much cuter than a five week old giraffe. Later, we took Bug swimming and she loved it. She's so very cute in her swim suit and hat. I'll post pictures after we get home.

In two days, I will be in Puerto Vallarta. I guess I can't complain too much. Of course, I would have less to complain about if G had wished me a Happy Mother's Day without my telling him to do so. Oh well.

The Powers That Be Are Laughing At Me

A lot.

I have been looking for a real job for like forever. But then you knew that. So that fabulous place that is Craigslist had an ad that seemed perfect for me. I applied. I didn't immediately get an interview out of it. Instead, I got a 12 part questionnaire. I guess it's a way to weed people out. Me, I sat down at the computer and detailed all the experience I had that made me great for this job. Apparently, they bought it because they called me in for interview. Of course, I had to follow up on the thing because the HR guy with whom I was corresponding had been on vacation and forgot about the job posting.

So anyway, I went in for the interview about ten days ago and it went really well. You know an interview has gone well when they tell you right then and there that they want you back for a second interview and to think about which people you might want to me.

The callback was scheduled for 10am this morning. I dug up a different suit to wear because I can't wear the same one to both interviews. No, I don't think anyone would notice, but I would know. I arrange for G to take Bug to day care so I can be sure to get on the road early, because stress bunny that I am, I insist on making sure there is no way I can be late. Translation, I'm there god awful early.

I check in with the receptionist and ask for the person I'm supposed to meet with first. She says, actually, you will be meeting with HR guy first. Ok, fine. He's a good guy. We had a nice chat last time. I just go with it.

We get into his office and he gives me the news -- I won't be meeting with the two interviewers because over the weekend, someone bought the company. Swell. It would have been nice if they had called me to let me know not to come in, but HR guy said that he didn't know until he saw it in the paper this morning. Then he was in meetings to talk about it. My guess is that the HR department there will be going bananas until things shake out.

I took the news in stride. What choice did I have? He thanked me for not getting mad about it and tried to assure me that he thought the job would still exist post merger. But no one knows for sure. So I made my pitch that I want the job, but that if things happen that the job doesn't happen (it's a brand new position), to keep me in mind for other things. I guess I tried to earn more good karma points. But dang. I'm tired of this crap.

Then we talked about our kids for awhile. And I told him that I would be on vacation for two weeks beginning on Friday. And I left.

Perhaps while I am basking in the sun in Puerto Vallarta, under sunscreen number 50, of course, they will get their shit in order and offer me some good news. I have earned at least that much.