I Am A Braggart

May 04

I Am A Braggart

I think I’ve mentioned before that my husband is a McHusband, right?

Last Friday he interviewed with a company for the IT manager position.  He just came home from a follow-up lunch interview with the company founder/president.  They aren’t hiring him.  Not as the IT Manager, anyway.

So what exactly is it a Chief Operations Officer does, and does this mean I’ll get to wear fancy dresses and go to nice dinners?

Ho.ly.Crap.

And the biggest benefit to all this?  We don’t have to move.

Quite honestly, it doesn’t seem all that long ago that A~ was just a couple months old, McH had just gotten out of his four-year stint in the military, I had quit my job, and we were poor as church mice.  Unbelievable what that man has accomplished in just under a decade.

The official offer has not been extended yet.  We still don’t know what the exact numbers will be.  That, he was told, would come next week.  At this point though, all we can think is, “How bad could it be?”

Now, while I have your attention, I have a question.  Does anybody know what kind of flowers these are?

 I have them growing in my backyard and love them.  I’d like to get more, but I have no idea what they are.  My mother, The Walking Botanical Encyclopedia, is mysteriously not familiar with these flowers either.  The same goes for my neighbor, The New Revised Walking Botanical Encyclopedia.  Anyone know?  Please?

Here is another picture to give you an idea of what the overall plant looks like:

 O.K.  There you have it.  That’s my Friday.  Well, the good part anyway.  My original post was going to be entitled “Friday Freak Out.”  Obviously things have changed a bit since lunch.  Thanks for indulging me.

And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.  And if you ever want to come visit, he’ll even spring for the plane ticket.

*Edited to include some advice emailed from my mother:

E.,

You are going to have people telling you those are peonies, because
that’s what they look like in the close-up photo.  When they do, tell them
it’s a woody shrub and peonies die back to the ground every year. 
Besides, peonies aren’t in bloom yet and they smell nice when they do. 
These reek.  They sure are beautiful, though.

Mom

So, see Christina, you are good with flowers, because these do look like peonies.  It’s just that they aren’t.  Go figure.  Too bad I can’t embed their scent.  If nobody comes up with a better answer I think I’ll stick with Nicki’s.

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