<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192</id><updated>2009-10-12T20:41:09.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bossy Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>A mom, a wife, a boss, a neighbor, a friend, a daughter, and many more labels I'm working on . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-5954211035452995361</id><published>2009-04-16T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:10:22.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>You're Not the Boss of Me</title><content type='html'>No, this is not a quote from one of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rephrase of a comment made to me by someone I thought reported to me.  Come to find out he reports to the president, which explains why he completely blew off my info requests last week.  He's above all that.  He's too sexy, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me become like that when I'm big and important enough to have a Sr. VP title and be a part owner of a company.  Please don't let me be so vain as to think common courtesy isn't still the right thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-5954211035452995361?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5954211035452995361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=5954211035452995361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/5954211035452995361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/5954211035452995361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-not-boss-of-me.html' title='You&apos;re Not the Boss of Me'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-2844267918178388507</id><published>2009-04-14T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:19:14.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Why I am grateful for my new job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an excuse to kick my daily fast food breakfast habit&lt;br /&gt;oatmeal at work&lt;br /&gt;getting home in less than 10 minutes most days&lt;br /&gt;peers&lt;br /&gt;mentors&lt;br /&gt;a sensitive, intelligent, experienced manager&lt;br /&gt;feeling capable to handle the challenges I'm encountering&lt;br /&gt;exciting work&lt;br /&gt;chances to see Nicci (yeah - this Friday!!!)&lt;br /&gt;being part of a team again&lt;br /&gt;feeling like I can grow&lt;br /&gt;people believing in me and wanting me to grow&lt;br /&gt;new friendships&lt;br /&gt;developing trust&lt;br /&gt;an expense account with which to take out former colleagues&lt;br /&gt;people who are looking out for me&lt;br /&gt;employees who are thoughtful and professional&lt;br /&gt;challenge, even if it is sometimes hard&lt;br /&gt;no more candy dish in my office - no need, candy/soda/oatmeal is provided by the company in the breakroom&lt;br /&gt;my new latte habit and my increased calcium intake - the office has one of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bodum-Shin-Bistro-5-Ounce-Frother/dp/B000VEDNJU"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding joy in my work and relationships as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;my new mentor/dog walking buddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-2844267918178388507?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2844267918178388507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=2844267918178388507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/2844267918178388507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/2844267918178388507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/04/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-48523778174598385</id><published>2009-03-09T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:19:31.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The majority of people feel they must be doing something all of the time. Many who sit all day in an office or clean the house or work in a factory think that if they sit down at a sidewalk cafe and fold their arms and look at people, they are merely wasting time. They are wrong. In watching people and enjoying life, they may only then be truly alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Musician Artur Rubinstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-48523778174598385?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/48523778174598385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=48523778174598385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/48523778174598385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/48523778174598385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day_666.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-3502941014843799293</id><published>2009-03-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:10:22.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The older one gets, the more one feels that the present must be enjoyed; it is a precious gift, comparable to a state of grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marie Curie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-3502941014843799293?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3502941014843799293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=3502941014843799293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/3502941014843799293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/3502941014843799293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day_5837.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-493426374464847740</id><published>2009-03-09T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:50:56.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Life is full of miracles, but they're not always the ones we pray for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acress Eve Arden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-493426374464847740?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/493426374464847740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=493426374464847740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/493426374464847740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/493426374464847740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day_6304.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-8109049436944853181</id><published>2009-03-09T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:11:39.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Go out on a limb.  That's where the fruit is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jimmy Carter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-8109049436944853181?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8109049436944853181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=8109049436944853181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8109049436944853181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8109049436944853181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day_09.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-4891004816385431750</id><published>2009-03-09T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:50:07.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I live by one principle: Enjoy life with no conditions! People say, "If I had your health, if I had your money, oh, I would enjoy myself." It is not true. I would be happy if I were lying sick in a hospital bed. it must come from inside. That is the one thing I hope to have contributed to my children, by example and by talk: to make no conditions, to understand that life is a wonderful thing and to enjoy it, every day, to the full.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Musician Artur Rubinstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-4891004816385431750?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4891004816385431750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=4891004816385431750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4891004816385431750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4891004816385431750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-8140867968797657395</id><published>2009-02-23T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:53:47.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconscious muttering'/><title type='text'>"I'm the Girl!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8amOvcNV8E/SaNu6VlbkoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LjvnKx7eB-c/s1600-h/Glacier_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8amOvcNV8E/SaNu6VlbkoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LjvnKx7eB-c/s400/Glacier_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306206734478185090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8amOvcNV8E/SaNtta95_MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/sm9g-vSK09E/s1600-h/Glacier_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8amOvcNV8E/SaNtta95_MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/sm9g-vSK09E/s400/Glacier_12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306205413073091778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8amOvcNV8E/SaNtmF6YX9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kFyVPsLonZg/s1600-h/Glacier_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8amOvcNV8E/SaNtmF6YX9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kFyVPsLonZg/s400/Glacier_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306205287162077138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8amOvcNV8E/SaNtc0ymIHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Rrt3w7V7U1A/s1600-h/Glacier_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8amOvcNV8E/SaNtc0ymIHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Rrt3w7V7U1A/s400/Glacier_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306205127947198578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 20 years ago I played drums in a band.  When I showed these pics to a coworker, he asked, "Which one are you?", to which I replied "I'm the girl!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the band leader found me on the Internet recently and initiated contact.  It has been a total trip to relive this era of my life, which included the divorce, being put in a home for troubled teens, almost losing my virginity at age 14, and eventually running away from home.  It has made me miss making music.  It made me miss being a part of a group (a clean, wholesome, respectful group of blonde honor students at the time).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, drums aren't really music, but they are yet another creative and meditative outlet which I enjoyed very much at one point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . . . I'm wondering if I should take them up again, perhaps bongos or something quieter/more portable. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-8140867968797657395?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8140867968797657395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=8140867968797657395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8140867968797657395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8140867968797657395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-girl.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m the Girl!&quot;'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8amOvcNV8E/SaNu6VlbkoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LjvnKx7eB-c/s72-c/Glacier_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-8629166059054770469</id><published>2009-02-20T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:15:22.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>“The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-8629166059054770469?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8629166059054770469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=8629166059054770469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8629166059054770469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8629166059054770469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-for-day_20.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-7753005250850635922</id><published>2009-02-20T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:08:06.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been laughing and smiling a heck of a lot more and there is so much I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being there for my divorced friend on Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;seeing "he's not that into you"&lt;br /&gt;morning walks with my dogs and how much better my lab mix is getting off leash&lt;br /&gt;getting perfume and wearing it again after 10 years without&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful orchid an employee gave me&lt;br /&gt;getting a raise for an employee who will be taking on some of my responsibilities when I leave&lt;br /&gt;being able to afford flowers for my admin support person&lt;br /&gt;our new home loan that will free up some disposable income&lt;br /&gt;my new job&lt;br /&gt;my new boss&lt;br /&gt;my new coworkers&lt;br /&gt;the professionalism my old boss is exhibiting in my leaving&lt;br /&gt;knowing that this is temporary and that he's still an ass, so I have NO regrets&lt;br /&gt;lunch dates every day for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;my donut date with my husband this morning&lt;br /&gt;making my son's lunch this morning with his help&lt;br /&gt;running into friends at the donut shop and during the walk&lt;br /&gt;being recognized by the bank teller as the mom of the kids' with the savings accounts&lt;br /&gt;having polite children&lt;br /&gt;scheduling our family portraits for March with our wedding photographer&lt;br /&gt;finding a pair of jeans that fit - the first pair I tried!&lt;br /&gt;not feeling like I &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;a 2+ glasses of wine after work each night&lt;br /&gt;only working 3 day weeks for 3 weeks instead of the typical 2 weeks notice&lt;br /&gt;my friend's educational program really taking off and taking shape&lt;br /&gt;her ability to recognize the role and importance of marketing and defending the cost&lt;br /&gt;future trips to the bay area!!!&lt;br /&gt;my upcoming vacation to Mexico with the family before starting my new job&lt;br /&gt;shopping for a blackberry for my new job&lt;br /&gt;being able to donate blood and the car washes I get in return&lt;br /&gt;the sincere gratitude that many of my employees have expressed for what I've done for them these past 3 years&lt;br /&gt;feeling absolutely certain that this job change is right for me and having my eyes wide open about what it will entail&lt;br /&gt;my husband's willingness to work with me through all sorts of drama&lt;br /&gt;my husband's willingness to run the home while I take this new job&lt;br /&gt;having so much to share in my gratitude post&lt;br /&gt;feeling like I could go on for 100 more lines&lt;br /&gt;date night tomorrow night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-7753005250850635922?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7753005250850635922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=7753005250850635922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/7753005250850635922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/7753005250850635922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-8940607385364122231</id><published>2009-02-10T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:41:51.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>I Quit . . . for real this time!</title><content type='html'>It's been over a year since I declared &lt;a href="http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-quit.html"&gt;"I Quit"&lt;/a&gt; on this blog and I have patiently worked through the longest job search of my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 resume revisions, &gt;10 interviews, and about 25 thank notes later, I landed a fantastic job in the private sector.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I quit.  Words can hardly begin to describe how good I felt and how happy I was last night.  College graduation doesn't even compare to this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great new boss who is respectful, kind, highly intelligent, and works collaboratively with his people.  I have a new culture focused on quality and friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:  &lt;a href="http://www.rmcwater.com"&gt;RMC Water and Environment&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss was shcokingly cool and had some pretty amazing things to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a great company - really up and coming"&lt;br /&gt;"You are going to do great there"&lt;br /&gt;"You have better for my career than I have been for yours"&lt;br /&gt;"You are a great manager"&lt;br /&gt;"People here really like you"&lt;br /&gt;"I would hire you again in a minute"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you willing to work for us as a consultant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really taken aback.  My therapist said that he felt he could finally say these things as I no longer was a threat.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be so good for me - I deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that it will take me to the Bay area about once a quarter!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-8940607385364122231?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8940607385364122231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=8940607385364122231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8940607385364122231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8940607385364122231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-quit-for-real-this-time.html' title='I Quit . . . for real this time!'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-7558669295120276114</id><published>2009-02-08T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:11:55.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It isn't the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Muhammad Ali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-7558669295120276114?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7558669295120276114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=7558669295120276114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/7558669295120276114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/7558669295120276114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-4062568552557619647</id><published>2009-02-02T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:52:51.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work/life balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>If I were the breadwinner . . .</title><content type='html'>and my husband were the househusband, I would like him to (* is stuff I currently do - he actually does the other items already):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the laundry&lt;br /&gt;Take the dry cleaning in&lt;br /&gt;*Do the grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;*Plan and prepare the meals, especially weekday dinners&lt;br /&gt;*Prepare the kids' lunches (at least half the time)&lt;br /&gt;Manage the kids' homework responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;clean house (would be willing to pay for this)&lt;br /&gt;*mow the lawn (I would be willing to do the other gardening: edging, planting, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;*Take the kids shopping for shoes and clothes&lt;br /&gt;*Keep track of birthday parties and presents for birthday parties&lt;br /&gt;Potty the dogs during the day&lt;br /&gt;Keep track of dogs' medications, vet visits, etc.&lt;br /&gt;*Feed the dogs&lt;br /&gt;Take the kids to doctor/dentist appointments&lt;br /&gt;Stay home with the kids when sick&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer (such as cub scout leader)&lt;br /&gt;Maintain the cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff I would do:&lt;br /&gt;work a full-time job upon which my family can comfortably live:&lt;br /&gt;- bring home an income sufficient to run the household, fund a retirement account for my husband, pay for vacations and occassional family/date nights, etc.&lt;br /&gt;- provide health and dental care for entire family&lt;br /&gt;- fund my own retirement account&lt;br /&gt;other gardening&lt;br /&gt;weekend outings with kids&lt;br /&gt;volunteer (playgroup leader and occassional Girl Scout stuff)&lt;br /&gt;groom dogs&lt;br /&gt;clean cars&lt;br /&gt;give kids their allowance and take them to the bank&lt;br /&gt;track birthdays for relatives&lt;br /&gt;track presents for Christmas, other&lt;br /&gt;manage kids' thank you note writing to relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget anything?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-4062568552557619647?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4062568552557619647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=4062568552557619647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4062568552557619647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4062568552557619647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-were-breadwinner.html' title='If I were the breadwinner . . .'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-3174268596947153389</id><published>2009-02-02T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:05:45.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>What I Want in My Next Job</title><content type='html'>Flexibility - to attend school functions and doctor appts as needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited/no weekend work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks of vacation per year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ability to max out my retirement savings along with company match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health benefits for me and my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management responsibilties for a team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good relationship with boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be home in time for dinner 4 out of 5 nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited travel - a night every few weeks is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential for every other Friday off or half day Fridays in exchange for working 9 hour days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 30 minute commute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities to attend conferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentors within the company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not public job, than at least a 15% (?) raise to make up for reduced job security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Contract, maybe, with severance if laid off for non-performance issues before 2 years time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-3174268596947153389?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3174268596947153389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=3174268596947153389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/3174268596947153389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/3174268596947153389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-want-in-my-next-job.html' title='What I Want in My Next Job'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-4607142467869704098</id><published>2009-02-02T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:50:22.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work/life balance'/><title type='text'>Homemaker Source</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://yertle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yertle&lt;/a&gt;, thanks for your comments and question. The previous Homemaker job description was courtesy of http://careers.stateuniversity.com/pages/308/Homemaker.html. There are lots of other job descriptions there including a search engine on education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-4607142467869704098?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4607142467869704098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=4607142467869704098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4607142467869704098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4607142467869704098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/homemaker-source.html' title='Homemaker Source'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-8121752158405074831</id><published>2009-01-29T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:43:36.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemaker</title><content type='html'>I'm considering a new job that would require a little more commitment of time than my current job.  As a result, I started the discusion with my husband about his willingness to be a full-time homemaker while I support the family financially.  We agreed to work on the job description.  Here's one I found, thought it would interesting to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education and Training: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salary: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employment Outlook: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who take care of households for themselves and for the other people who live with them are called homemakers. They are responsible for managing the resources of their household. Homemakers may also perform general housekeeping chores and personal services, or they may assign them to other members of the household. Sometimes they employ people outside the household to do these tasks. Every household is unique, and the duties of each homemaker vary according to the ages, habits, needs, and incomes of the people in the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemakers are generally responsible for keeping their homes clean and running smoothly. They decide what cleaning jobs need to be done, and they arrange to have them completed. Cleaning tasks may include dusting, sweeping, making beds, washing and waxing floors, vacuuming, and a wide variety of other chores. Many homemakers also make sure that clothing and household items are laundered, dry-cleaned, or mended when needed. In many cases, they shop for food, clothing, and other household needs. Homemakers often plan, cook, and serve many of the meals for their households. Sometimes they make arrangements to have others cook meals in the home or to buy meals from outside sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining the household budget may be another responsibility of homemakers. They may take care of bills, banking, tax filing, and other financial matters. They often are responsible for day-to-day expenses, and they sometimes do long-range financial planning for their households. With other household members they make decisions about buying insurance, taking vacations, getting loans, and other important matters. Consumer skills are very important in making these decisions concerning the use of a household's resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In households with young children, homemakers have a great deal of responsibility for their care. If the children are very young, homemakers may feed, dress, and bathe them. As the children are growing, homemakers are responsible for creating a happy, healthy environment that will foster positive emotional and physical development. They may teach the children good health and personal habits, and make sure that they have proper medical and dental care. They may help them with their homework. As the children grow older, homemakers spend less time overseeing them. In some cases homemakers care for adult members of the household who are ill or infirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many homemakers drive household members to and from their daily activities. They may also have cars serviced. Some do minor repairs on cars and household appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improving the appearance of their homes may be another household responsibility. Homemakers often decorate their houses or apartments. They may paint or paper walls and ceilings, apply floor coverings, or refinish furniture. Sometimes they care for lawns and gardens. Often homemakers arrange to have these jobs done by outside contractors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since many homemakers have full- or part-time jobs outside the home, two or more household members may share the work of running a home. Homemakers spend varying periods of time in their occupations, and the needs of every household change. Homemakers' careers are flexible and diverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education and Training Requirements&lt;br /&gt;There is no minimum age or educational requirements for homemakers. They learn such skills as cooking, cleaning, and child care informally at home. Individuals can prepare themselves for homemaking by taking high school and college courses in family and consumer science, psychology, sociology, mathematics, and first aid. Contact experienced homemakers for suggestions on ways to improve homemaking skills. There are also many books, magazines, and television and radio programs that teach homemaking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the Job&lt;br /&gt;Most people become homemakers when they gain the responsibility of caring for a home and its occupants. In most cases other household members work outside the home to provide the income that the homemaker uses to care for the home. Choosing to become a homemaker is a personal issue and a career decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advancement Possibilities and Employment Outlook&lt;br /&gt;The employment outlook for homemakers is excellent, because every home needs a homemaker. Since homemaking is not a formal job, there is no formal advancement in the field. However, homemakers usually improve their skills with experience. As they become more experienced as consumers, for example, they often learn to make better use of the resources available to them. Many homemakers believe the highest form of advancement is being satisfied with the management of their home and knowing that other members of the household are satisfied in their home. Other homemakers see a decrease in the number of chores or an increase in the household income as a form of advancement. Both the job of homemaking and its form of advancement are defined by the individual members of the household. Because needs change, the household that needs a full-time homemaker in one decade may need only a part-time homemaker in the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working Conditions&lt;br /&gt;Homemakers work in a great variety of physical surroundings, determined in part by family income and by their own skills as a homemaker. There are no set hours for homemakers. Discipline and motivation are two qualities homemakers need to have. Patience, understanding, and a good sense of humor can help them to deal with the many demands of running a household. Successful homemakers are successful managers who can balance the many changing needs of household members and achieve a smoothly running household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earnings and Benefits&lt;br /&gt;Homemakers do not earn salaries. They share the household income with other members of the household. One benefit is a flexible work schedule. They are able to pursue leisure or work activities inside and outside the household. In some cases homemakers receive benefits from jobs they hold outside the home. They may share in benefits extended to other members of the household who have jobs outside the home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-8121752158405074831?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8121752158405074831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=8121752158405074831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8121752158405074831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8121752158405074831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/homemaker.html' title='Homemaker'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-4450487555943061284</id><published>2009-01-29T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:40:47.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Color</title><content type='html'>Saw this over at &lt;a href="http://yertle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smile, Play, Dream&lt;/a&gt;, and had to play.  Who knew that someone could need more black??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Need Some Black in Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black will make you feel powerful, in control, and not bound to what other people think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a little black, you will project a aura of mystery, rebellion, and dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want people to respect you, you've got to get a little black in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra punch: Combine black with orange or red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of black: People won't be able to "read" you - and may perceive you as more aggressive than you actually are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of more black in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll become a figure of intrigue and speculation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be better prepared for life's unknown path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll rest better and free yourself of expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/"&gt;What Color Do You Need?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-4450487555943061284?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4450487555943061284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=4450487555943061284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4450487555943061284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4450487555943061284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-color.html' title='My Color'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-8658485130833975768</id><published>2009-01-17T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:06:51.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Obsessing</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last two days interviewing for a new position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had one phone interview, one panel interview, and one full day assessment.  They have all been great, but interviewing can be stressful, even though it is positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of 2 final candidates and have been invited back to interview on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This process and this opportunity is absorbing my consciousness and I am spending a significant amount of thought on how to best prepare for Wednesday.  How I compare to my competition, what weaknesses I need to address, what strengths I need to emphasize, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm obsessing and need to distance myself a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this beautiful, long weekend is just the thing . . . as long as I can turn my attention to other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-8658485130833975768?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8658485130833975768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=8658485130833975768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8658485130833975768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8658485130833975768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/obsessing.html' title='Obsessing'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-6185720079456351538</id><published>2009-01-13T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:56:05.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for my opportunity to interview for a new position this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also for the new opportunity that came to me today and will result in an inital interview in the next few weeks.  It is not what I had imagined or expected, but I am excited by the possibility and the choices that are making themselves available to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to learn from this situation, and I appreciate the lessons.  I am working to release any anger or resentment I have as a result of allowing myself to be hurt.  I understand that I can control these things and look forward to growing even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to bring me opportunities and I promise to continue to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-6185720079456351538?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6185720079456351538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=6185720079456351538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/6185720079456351538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/6185720079456351538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-2804433670464684366</id><published>2009-01-11T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:06:05.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>The book I'm currently reading spent some time talking about prayer. The viewpoint I have always had is that you pray for things like strength, patience, wisdom, etc., but that it is not appropriate to pray for specific outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book turned by belief on it's ear and so today I said this prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please provide me with this new job opportunity, so that I may leave my toxic work environment and start anew. Please help me to have a positive start in the position, and I promise to put to use what I have learned and to acknowledge the mistakes that I have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, please give me a job offer to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-2804433670464684366?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2804433670464684366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=2804433670464684366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/2804433670464684366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/2804433670464684366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-8040102952075876767</id><published>2009-01-11T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:01:50.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- beautiful warm days and living in a vacation destination&lt;br /&gt;- the amazing moon last night and this morning&lt;br /&gt;- my morning walk with the dogs at the bay and the nice people and dogs we encountered&lt;br /&gt;- a lazy day of lunch and shopping with my daughter&lt;br /&gt;- my upcoming interview on Thursday - YEAH!!! PARTY WOO!!!! OH RIGHT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- finding two suits that would work for the interview&lt;br /&gt;- the local tailor and her willingness to work in my timeframe&lt;br /&gt;- pizza/movie night&lt;br /&gt;- my girlfriend who helped me shop for suits and gave me her honest opinion when I needed it&lt;br /&gt;- hearing my children playing outside while I write this&lt;br /&gt;- frozen pesto from this summer that I get to have on my salmon tonight&lt;br /&gt;- fresh blueberries&lt;br /&gt;- clean cars and a garage to put them into&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-8040102952075876767?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8040102952075876767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=8040102952075876767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8040102952075876767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/8040102952075876767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-5972667494569415520</id><published>2009-01-07T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:18:11.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullies'/><title type='text'>Tough Questions</title><content type='html'>Some tough questions from &lt;a href="http://www.kickbully.com"&gt;Kickbully.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions to ask in &lt;br /&gt;pursuit of self-awareness  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your limitations? I think I should have none, but the ones I have are self-imposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your emotional weaknesses? Crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your emotional hot buttons? Feeling like I failed to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you vulnerable to bullying? Work and in relationships where I feel a difference in power - authority figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you confront your fears? I'm learning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of failing? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of making mistakes? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear anger in others? A little - I tend to assume that it will lead to action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel too much guilt? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel responsible for people who have made their own choices? Yes, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you anxious to build good relationships? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the only one contributing to a relationship? I've learned that soemtimes I am - like with my mom - but I am learning not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you allow others to be destructive towards you? Yes, but I want to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you blindly trust others? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you blindly give them the benefit of the doubt? Generally, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you anxious for the approval of others? Yes, especially superiors or elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear criticism from others? Yes - it makes me think I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you avoid confronting others? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you avoid discomfort in relationships? Generally.  I justify it by thinking there is nothing to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you depend on others for your happiness? I don't think I do, but maybe I am lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid to be emotionally independent? I've never thought about that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of being emotionally isolated? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you seek self-confident personalities to compensate for your weakness? I don't think of myself as having weaknesses, generally, but I do prefer to be around confident people.  I find I am impatient with those who seem to be victims, and am especially impatient/lack understanding for my victim roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you worried about what others think about you? Yes, I think it influences/impacts my effectiveness as a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you overly polite? Yes, well, not sure if I'm "overly" polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you polite to people who are intentionally hurting you? I don't like to stoop to their level, so yes, but I'm not sure that's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of sounding abrupt? I'm afraid of stooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you avoid being simple and direct? Based on the above, yes, I guess I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking like a victim? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stand up for your rights? Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you straightforward with others? Yes, but I try to deliver effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you overwhelmed by hate for a bully?  A little right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is hate clouding your thinking? No, I am controlling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your frustration carrying into your personal life? I'm controlling that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware of the emotions and attitudes of others? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen carefully to the intent behind the words? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ask questions to understand others better? Not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you naïve about the attitudes and thinking of others? Yes, at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you responded to past bullying? Leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently being bullied? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to defend yourself against bullying? I'm learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to begin fighting bullies? YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to persevere until the fight is completely over? YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to change yourself? YES, and I'm getting help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-5972667494569415520?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5972667494569415520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=5972667494569415520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/5972667494569415520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/5972667494569415520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/tough-questions.html' title='Tough Questions'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-4780243343170365281</id><published>2009-01-07T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:06:21.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullies'/><title type='text'>The Battlefield</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my boss berated me in front of staff and then closed the door and I was reduced to tears.  I was so mad at myself for getting sucked into the useless drama and expending, no wasting my precious emotional energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up steaming mad and here and now, I am fighting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started my campaign politically to educate others on what he's really doing, and I am becoming more agressive and successful in my interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In deciding to fight, it is interesting to me that I may still have to leave and that I may learn some valuable lessons.  These lessons are summed up nicely on &lt;a href="http://www.kcikbully.com"&gt;Kickbully.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Understand the benefits &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- A bully is useful to you because he provides a huge challenge &lt;br /&gt;- If you see it through, you will win in the long run &lt;br /&gt;- You are accelerating the pain, which means the pain will end sooner &lt;br /&gt;- The worse things get, the easier it will be to rebuild your life &lt;br /&gt;- You will be a better, stronger and wiser person when it is over &lt;br /&gt;- Winning doesn't necessarily mean you will stay in your current job &lt;br /&gt;- Winning is always standing up for your rights &lt;br /&gt;- You will learn about true friendship (or lack thereof) &lt;br /&gt;- You will become a better judge of people &lt;br /&gt;- You will learn what to look for in future friends &lt;br /&gt;- You will learn what to look for in future employers  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useful reminders to yourself  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the many opportunities this job provides me for personal growth. &lt;br /&gt;When this is over, I will be a much better and wiser person. &lt;br /&gt;When this is over, my life will be much better. &lt;br /&gt;I don't care how bad things get, I'm going to finish this. &lt;br /&gt;Short-term pain is the price I must pay for long-term gain.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In working through my emotions last night a painful memory came back.  I remember crying in the kitchen when I was leaving my last job, saying "At least in my new job, I won't be crying in the kitchen after work."  No, instead, I have been crying at work, reduced to an emotional mess by a bullying boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so mad at myself for allowing this to happen, but also proud of myself for noticing the pattern and acknowledging my role in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In talking with a city manager today, he said that I can be intimidating to some because of my credentials and abilities.  I asked how do I control that, and he replied to work extra hard to not be threatening or work for someone who won't be threatened.  The former doesn't come naturally to me and isn't necessarily a skill I want to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, my initial resolution to work for someone much older than me next time.  Or perhaps better educated.  Or perhaps with a healthy sense of self-esteerm and clear understanding of his/her role and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am preparing for battle and embarking on a life changing journey as I learn to not create this pattern for myself in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-4780243343170365281?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4780243343170365281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=4780243343170365281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4780243343170365281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/4780243343170365281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/battlefield.html' title='The Battlefield'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-7361733583005386635</id><published>2009-01-04T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:17:47.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year and Gratitude</title><content type='html'>This year I have started an old fashioned journal to celebrate my successes in personal growth.  It's the old school kind with lined paper and a pretty embroidered cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this odd divide among my two journals now, the one that lives on paper and the one that lives in cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should organize them somehow and declare that the paper is for ____ and the cyber is for ______, but I don't want to.  Don't feel the need to be boxed in and attempting to organize every corner of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will live in free form for a while and see what is and that is what shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About New Years Resolutions . . . not sure if I really have any other than to release resentment and celebrate successes more.  Pretty vague, but I'm growing tired of specifics when it comes to defining my goals.  I want to be lofty, airy and free flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude.  I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- allowing myself to finally buy new bras in the right size&lt;br /&gt;- allowing myself to buy a new purse, one from a company that gurantees and refurbishes them&lt;br /&gt;- allowing myself to not feel obligated to go to playgroup this morning&lt;br /&gt;- my phone interview tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- asthma medication for my daughter&lt;br /&gt;- big, fat Sunday papers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-7361733583005386635?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7361733583005386635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=7361733583005386635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/7361733583005386635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/7361733583005386635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-and-gratitude.html' title='Happy New Year and Gratitude'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029664085691327192.post-5451059461532868681</id><published>2008-12-23T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:24:35.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude 11</title><content type='html'>Today I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my husband being able to be home with the kids while they are off for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;- maintaining boundaries around Christmas and keeping it to the four of us&lt;br /&gt;- light commuter traffic during this holiday period&lt;br /&gt;- generally light workload during this holiday period&lt;br /&gt;- Santa &lt;br /&gt;- my husband's Xmas presents arriving in time&lt;br /&gt;- my daughter's increasing computer/software skills&lt;br /&gt;- lunch yesterday with a friend&lt;br /&gt;- the rain, which will be great for my garden&lt;br /&gt;- my children's willingness to write thank you notes and knowing how valuable this will be for them in the long run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029664085691327192-5451059461532868681?l=bossymom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5451059461532868681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029664085691327192&amp;postID=5451059461532868681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/5451059461532868681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029664085691327192/posts/default/5451059461532868681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossymom.blogspot.com/2008/12/gratitude-11.html' title='Gratitude 11'/><author><name>Squish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274308514361330407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10351203242529367169'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>