Thank You's, Personnel Appraisals and The Question

Today was all about personnel appraisals, getting ready to give them and getting my own.

The Question was asked. The one I've known was coming and am no more prepared to answer than I was when I started the job.

Are you up for moving into a Management position?

There are a lot of reasons for my mixed reactions to this question. Number one would be the fact that my co-supervisor works ten times harder than anyone I know. If the Mennonite culture weren't so against education, I can guarantee you trying to answer that question wouldn't even be a future dream for me.

Number two would be the honest fact that I am more firmly planted in the "I work to live" camp than I ever will be in the "I live to work" camp. I need to have some sense of how many hours of my life the position would take. Life has to have some sort of balance between the things I love to do and the things I need to do. That and the fact that I was heavily shat upon in my last position. The one where they wanted me to act as a manager but weren't willing to pony up any cash. 

Anyhow that's a decision for another day.

Meanwhile, it's time to publicly accept some blogging awards that have come my way recently. Those are honors I can accept completely reservation free.

The first one was not so recent and right on the heels of my previous thank you post. I fervently hope that doesn't make me a complete douche bag. First for letting this lovely award languish for nearly a month. This is why bills are constantly sneaking up on me - I have no concept of time passing. Second for mentioning that I have a previous thank you post. I hate patting myself on the back - it's such an awkward position. Really have you not ever seen someone try to pat themselves on the back? They look like tools.

Dawn from Life With The Girl Next Door presented me with the Versatile Blogger Award. I think Life With The Girl Next Door might be the Yin to my Yang, or at least the positive to my negative. Also? She's a huge Dr. Who fan and I know some of you out there totally relate to that.

Tamara from The Zookeepers Wife tagged me with a hit list of questions back when we were all going through that Circle of Moms insanity. Do check her out - she studies astrology in addition to blogging so you know she's cool.

Then Vikki Claflin from Laugh Lines presented me with the Leibster. Vikki is absolutely hilarious. Seriously she made me shoot a carbonated beverage out of my nose, which stings by the way. Especially when it contains whiskey. Not only is she funny but if you've seen her Twitter avi - she's rocking this middle age thing - which makes me kind of envious. I mean funny and hot? I occasionally pull off funny, but my hot expired a couple of decades ago. Vikki is also super generous with her RT's on twitter.

Then last night Kianwi at Simply She Goes hit me with the One Lovely Blog Award. Kianwi has a dog named Kody. I have a dog named Louie. I think we both consider our dogs kids in fur which must almost qualify us as sisters or something. Personally of all my kids, the dog has so far turned out the best. Sorry kids, practice makes perfect. If you haven't yet met Kianwi, please do go see her - she is super nice and we all need a little bit more nice in our lives. She lives almost close enough to me for a doggy play date - if it weren't for those pesky international borders.

So all of these awards come with a laundry list of rules, and since I have real laundry waiting to be folded I'm just going to tell you a few random facts.

I despise Play-Doh, but not for the same reason most people despise it. I hate the smell of Play-Doh. Especially the blue Play-Doh. I hated the smell so bad that my kids were only allowed to have it at Gramma's. Lucky for them their Gramma totally rocked and she supplied them with a shit ton of Play-Doh cutters and accessories.

I can't stand wet Band-Aids. So much so, that the only way I will put a Band-Aid on any part of my hand is if the likelihood of you being grossed out by blood is at least 100 times higher than the likelihood of me washing my hands or dishes in the near future. In other words - hardly never.

I love X-men. If my kids didn't like it when they were small too effing bad - that was what we watched. I don't collect comic books or anything, but I would totally collect Hugh Jackman's boots under my bed. I would even take cartoon Wolverine's boots.

I'm super glad I had boys instead of girls. I used to get these looks of pity from other moms at swim lessons and what not, but I think they may have gotten the short end of the stick. Going through pre-menopause and dealing with the drama of a tween or teen girl and her PMS would have me moving on from self-medication into doctor prescribed pharmaceuticals. Or weed. One of those.

As I was typing that last paragraph Asshat #1 was invading Asshat #2's bedroom so he could spit water at his brother. 

I'm a big Negative Nelly most of the time, but for the past while I've had this deep unshakeable faith that good things are headed my way. I hope I'm not suffering from delusions.

Also, now that I'm nearly done? My eyeballs feel like they are being stabbed because I was too lazy to go find my glasses.

Now we all know that the next part of these awards is passing them on. There are so many blogs that I'm currently following and there are so many warm friendly people that I've met over the past couple of months I honestly would not know where to start. So how about if you take a gander at my blog roll? Click the little see all link at the bottom too - they are all awesome and worth the read.