Thursday, December 31, 2009
Last night I was watching mindless TV after the boys went to bed. My mind kept going over my time with the W's. Really - the visit did go okay, but you know - I am going to take major credit in that. The woman is so damn negative that it literally can make me ill. When I think back to some of the things she said I am dumbfounded that I let these words pass without a peep. One thing that keeps bugging me is her insistence that 2009 was a terrible year and she is happy to see it go. How rude. Maybe it is because I hold self acclaimed Jesus Preachers to a higher standard, but seriously - a bad year? Hmm lets think about that:
This year you and dad were able to go on a few vacations. You had a nice trip to one of your favorite old spots Plymouth, MA, you also got to visit the DC area two times in 09 to see your grandson. Both times you were invited into a warm loving home. Both times your family prepared their home with the food you like, the softest sheets on the bed, the best bath and body works trinkets in your room, and plenty of ideas on entertainment for the week. It isn't our fault that you were a complete bitch the first visit and consequently over compensated for that on the second.
In the Spring you were in the hospital for over a week with a sever intestinal issue. You were so fortunate to be able to get to a doctor. Your insurance and Medicare paid for your visit and you were well cared for. A few of your medications were altered as the physicians tried to figure out how to heal you and that did cause some discomfort but the end result was LIFE and with in the next week you got to go home. Praise the Lord!
In late fall Dad went in for a scheduled surgery. He healed so fast and was back to work with in a week! Praise the LORD! A bonus blessing, because you were in the hospital first Medicare covered your high insurance family deductible for the year. If that hadn't of happened Dad's copay for surgery might have been over 2500.00. Praise the LORD.
This year you lost a friend in two ways. The first, you realized after a long struggle that your friend wasn't really a true friend. Sadly you discovered the she wasn't being truthful in many aspects of life and you began to cut ties with her. Shortly after she passed away. Grieving isn't an option yet because you are still bitter over the friendship. The situation is not ideal and it is a little hard to see God's plan as of yet. But Praise the LORD, he will show you the way. In the mean time stop being selfish and pray for your friends soul.
This year you came to a self professed unwritten and unspoken agreement with your mother in law, she finally has stopped the snotty comments and hurtful ideas about you and Dad. Honestly, you are over sensitive, but still I praise the LORD that you do not have to feel that hurt anymore. Mother in Laws know not what they say!
In other news, your son turned 33. He is doing great in the Military, has a successful career and loving family. He even went back to school this year. Your grandson turned 6 and lost all his front teeth, he looks so sweet in all his pictures. He is so excited about life, full of energy, caring, and wicked smart. Your daughter in law, well she is a saint. With in your immediate family there was also a lot going on.
Your mom unfortunately broke her hip this year. She slipped at the hair dressers and was rushed to the hospital. Praise the LORD she didn't fall at home by herself! Gram had such great insurance that the cost didn't cause major stresses and she was able to recover in a high quality rehab center. She recovered well and can still walk and drive at 86! Praise the LORD! Your brother K went in to remission from bone cancer, PRAISE THE LORD! Plus he was able to take care of your mother when you weren't able. He had stepped up as a savior of sorts to the family by declining an offer to move out of state with his company and accepting a layoff instead. He was offered a great severance package and was able to keep his insurance through the year and still see his cancer doctors. Moreover when he told his doctor that he would be loosing his insurance soon the doctor said "You will always be my patient and continue to see me - we'll make it work." PRAISE THE LORD!!! Your other brother continues to work hard and make sure that the family three-decker is cared for and that your mother and possible your other brother always have a rood over their heads. PRAISE the LORD! No one in your family has been put out in the cold, left alone in need of medical care, so broke they cannot buy milk and bread, no one has been left without hope or goodwill. PRAISE the LORD.
This year your section of Massachusetts was hard hit by a tree beetle infestation. The beetle worked its way into the center of the trees and hollowed them out. Thousands of trees in your neighborhood had to be cut down by the city. But Praise the LORD, the trees in your yard were not affected, leaving all the beautiful foliage in the fall and shade in the summer for you to enjoy.
This year you made the decision to pay off your mortgage early. Praise the lord, you are able, and during a recession while you are on disability. The disability that has continued and social security which has continued without much of a fight because you again were well insured and have amazing doctors. You were also able to make some home repairs and improvements in this time. The Lord just kept blessing you in these ways. PRAISE THE LORD!
So far I see a few unpleasantries but certainly more blessings. I see God always being there for you, always watching out for your family, always making a path to the light from the darker shadows. You cannot be that blind! You cannot claim him as your savior and then dishonor him by saying it was the worst year. You cannot claim and accept his grace and then piss and moan poor me. That is what a blog is for - get one - and stop voicing to others how horrible your life has been. You are influencing others to complain and be ungrateful. Stop preaching Jesus' love and live it. Be an example. Let us be the children and you the parent!
Praise the Lord for a wonderful and healing year, Praise the Lord for wonderful family and friends, Praise the Lord for your unborn grandchild and pray for more.
Basically - you can just shut up now.
Lots of Love
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Yesterday we went to the movies, we saw Alvin and The Chipmunks. As far as kid movies go - that one was perfection - sort of funny, lots of music, and a simple plot that even a six year old could follow. The best parts of the movie were one line jokes - after each one I could hear about twenty kids in the theater repeat it - it was so cute. I was really impressed with the crowd, a movie packed with mom's and dad's and vacationing kids and not one whinny, crying, screaming, or even talking to loud child. Might I say - it was all actaully enjoyable, so much so that I wish there was another movie C wanted to see.
In the afternoon we played Lego's together and did a lot of school work type stuff. Because of the snow days the teacher didn't send home any homework type projects and I don't want C to loose his momentum. He was just starting to make bigger strides. So, we worked on phonics and a few math workbook pages. I was surprised that he added twenty math problems on his own. In the past he would have only done one or two and then just waited for someone to help him. I'll have to pick out some more stuff for us to do tomorrow afternoon. I was also thinking we should do something fun but am undecided after a few events yesterday. What to do, What to do?
I have a coupon for Chuck-E-Cheese. It is the same one I get every month, 100 tokens for 15.00. Each game is one token, so the deal is great. We can go in there for two hours and C will come out with tons of tickets and small prizes - he loves it. However, I am not sure I want to go just yet. I am thinking I might tell him we can go tomorrow if he is good. I don't like dangling a bribe in front of him, but I am sort of at a parenting cross road over behavior this week.
My son has been angry lately. He is fine and happy when he is doing his own thing, running around the house playing war or making a mess with Moon Sand. He is perfectly happy playing a video game or watching iCarly. He is even happy to be in his room and play with stuffed animals. But the second I ask him to go out of the house or play a game or get dressed he starts with the annoyed sigh and then begins slamming things down instead of laying them down. C will just get so mad and it really is a struggle to keep patient and kind. For the first time EVER yesterday I sort of yelled and called him a name. I am not a screamer and certainly never have I called him a name.
Yesterday I didn't tell C I was going to take him to the movies, I wanted to surprise him. The movie started at 10:15, so around 9:30 I asked him to get dressed. He fussed a little so I told him he could play for ten more minutes. After that I followed him upstairs and helped him pick out clothes. He was acting so rude and angry, slamming down his toys, grunting with exaggerated sighs and just plain grumpiness. I asked him to turn around so I could help him with his shirt and he ignored me, so I asked again and this time when he slammed the drawer of his nightstand I just lots my composure. "Darn YOU! All I want to do is surprise you by taking you to the movies and you are just acting like a turd!, Get your self dressed and DO NOT come out until you are all the way dressed!" Then I left his room and went to mine. It took all my energy and might not to slam the doors.
When I was in my room I could hear him crying. I felt horrible but stuck to my guns and about ten minutes later he came to me all dressed and with a big apology. We talked about it, but I didn't feel confident that he understood the consequences of his behavior. He knew it made me upset, but he didn't grasp the idea of being respectful, and he completely ignored the explanation of Jesus teaching us differently. In the end I explained that we had to return his sneakers (his feet got bigger between Black Friday and Christmas day) and we had to go to the post office.
We got in the car and C says "Mom, can I ask you a question about a bad word?" and I reply "Go for it." And he says "What is a turd, and is it a bad word?" I said it isn't a bad word but we shouldn't say it and I am sorry. I didn't tell him what it meant. After we exchanged the shoes we went to the movies to the later show. C was very nice while we were there. When we drove up he said thank you and apologized for being angry earlier. He then said "Mom, you don't have to buy popcorn, I will just have the stuff you sneaked in in your pocket book" Of course he said this as we were buying tickets. LOL
In the end the day turned out good but I do not want to get in a cycle of bad behavior and rewards. It is a funny place to be and I am not exactly sure what to do. Stepping back and taking a look from the outside - C just seems spoiled. I'll have to work on that.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
On the 11th of January S and I leave for Vegas. I am super excited. I am planning my spa package and activities this week. I am trying to talk S in to seeing Holly's Peep Show, but he is not feeling it. Ironically, you'd think it would be the other way around, but no, I am the big Girl's Next Door fan. That is I was. I am not in love with the new set of "girl friends". I suppose I will live regarding that. But back to Vegas, my mother and aunt are coming down here to watch C. Isn't that awesome? They aren't really sure what they are going to do with themselves all day while C is in school so I though I would set up a few activities for them. I figure I can make manicure appointments, hair appointments, then leave gift cards for those and maybe a few eating places.
Last nights nightmares were subdued, thank God. This time I was just jumping of cliffs and while my life was flashing in front of my eyes I heard someone yelling at me to wake up. At one point I did wake up a little shaky only to hear my husband rip the loudest fart anyone ever did while they were snoring away. I went back to sleep only to work that in to a funny dream where S was telling me that if a tree falls in the woods how do you know if it makes a sound and he further explained that when someone farts in their sleep it is the same thing. That didn't wake me up but in the morning when I was trying to remember all my dreams and make note of them like the doc said, I started to laugh out loud and almost choked on my oatmeal. Apparently I am not unlike my six year old son. Farts just make me laugh. Poop stories do too.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Christmas was rather fun. C was a blast to watch and he loved his gifts. Funny - his favorites are one that he actaully bought for daddy (Gears of War game) and one from S a four pack of play dough from the dollar store. The hundred dollar Leapster 2 - well, I think he has forgotten about it already. Maybe he'll grow into it. LOL.
Christmas morning C woke up at five-thirty. I was able to convince him to sleep for another thirty minutes, but even six felt like the middle of the night. So him and I got up and checked out the gifts under the tree. I put breakfast in the oven and we turned on Cartoon Network and watched our seven or eighth version of a Christmas Carol, this time it was the Flintstones. We snuggled up on the couch and C talked me into letting him open his stocking before everyone else got up. So he was chewing away on chocolate by fifteen past. When the cartoon was over we read from the bible. It was pretty cool because the sun wasn't up yet and all we had on for light was the Christmas tree. Finally around eight the rest of the family was moving around and we started the festivities. It was a really nice morning.
On the 23rd we went into DC to Ford's Theater to see a play, A Christmas Carol. It was a really neat version. C, Scott, and I had amazing seats and were really excited. All the singing and dancing was wonderful and the acting was brilliant. I wish we could do this every year. Certainly an awesome event.
In other news, the nightmares continue. A few nights ago I had the worst dream I have had in my entire life and it seems to be repeating just in slightly different forms. Christopher Walken and play dough haven't showed up in a while which is nice, but after the last few nights I wouldn't mind him trying to kill me again. Basically the dream is I take a pregnancy test and it is positive and I am so excited and praising God when suddenly the test starts to bleed ink everywhere and I know instantly that the test is broken and that I am not pregnant. It isn't just scary it is heart breaking. Last night I had that dream and woke up crying only to go back to sleep and dream that my old IVF doctor called to tell me I was idiot and will never ever in a million years have any more children. Then she laughs and sort of hiccups as she hangs up the phone. It is just so emotional and crazy. One day I couldn't get it out of my mind at all and S just pretty much guessed exactly why I was so upset. He knows I've been having crazy C. Walken dreams but somehow he knew exactly what was bothering me. Good Husband.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Amazingly the kids are being so good. Last night was a piece of cake. I had the little guy in bed by 7:30 and the big kids in bed and fast asleep by 8:30. I felt pretty accomplished. After all A doesn't go to bed until 9:30. But I swear she was begging to begin the sleepover at 7:00. I'd rather have kids to bed early and rise early than the other way around. But really the kids were up around sixish and just watched cartoons. I heard C tell A that they could wake me up at 7:00. Isn't that cute? They were so sweet.
Yesterday I got most of the cleaning done. Really I relented that most of it was unimportant and just did a few extras like the stairs and walls in the stairwell. The rest of it I just did as normal. Something funny; I almost wrecked my living room shelves, desk, and side table. I was dusting and thinking that it smelled so good. I thought I was using this pledge stuff that I like but in the end I realized it was Fabreze Spray. I don't buy air fresheners normally, but I have a stock of six that were under the sink when we moved in. Anyway I went back over the furniture and the spray had already started to soften the stain on the wood pieces! But alas, most of it came from somebody's trash anyway - still it is my treasure.
Once I was done cleaning I had time to read Malachi, which I probably haven't read straight through in years. I used an old bible and found a plethora of Joy of Living bible study pages in it. I used to belong to that group in Minot! What fun I had re-reading them. One one there was a prayer request for JM as her and her family tried to buy their first house, there was another for our leader's daughter to slow down in the boyfriend department, and another for S to be safe overseas. All of which were answered. It was really cool. As I ended the reading and all just as I zipped up the old blue case my friends arrived with their kids. Perfect timing. .
So much for quick.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Funny huh - I have so much to do but have been on the phone for hours and now and blogging about my misfortune timing. I better get to work. I want to mop the floors and steam clean the steps.
I hate when the house is messy or disorganized when company is here. Especially my mother in law. It isn't that the house has stuff in piles or dishes in the sink - I just have Monica closets. Especially the hall closet where the towels are. Also the guest room is atrocious with baseball cards everywhere. S is going to move them to our room tonight - oh joy. The boxes of cards are crazy and overflowing. But that I can relax about, after all S has to do it. If I dare touch his cards the earth might open up and swallow me. Granted if he actaully did house work the earth might actaully break open causing hell to freeze over.
I can say this because I suspect it might be true. My husband, although dearly loved and an overall good guy happens to be a stinker. Last night he remembered around 11:00 that he had to iron clothes for today. He comes into the computer room where I am wrapping up my eBay sales and asks where is the ironing board? And I let him know we don't have one and haven't had one since we moved. He freaks and starts ironing on the table, with nothing in between his shirt and the table! When I walk by I ask him what he is doing and he is so angry and annoyed saying "well what am I suppose to do?" My friends he was pissed off. Which really started to make me mad. It is NOT my job to iron his clothes. I do it out of the kindness of my heart. He could have worn something else -although he claims that every thing needs ironing. I hadn't seen him all day and now he finally has five minutes and he is whining about ironing and that his shirt won't loose the wrinkles. The steam was beginning to escape from my ears. If you ask him if it is my job or if he expects me to do any type of house work he'd say "no." But that certainly isn't how he acts when things get a little inconvenient. In the end I handed him a spray can of starch and he put a beach towel between his shirt and our table. But he huffed and he puffed and practically blew the house down in the mean time.
Oh well - such is life. And now I must clean the house for the company and try to keep C happy all day - I fear it will be a long one.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Here I am just now sitting down for the day, after snowball fights, shoveling, shopping, making cookies, talking to friends and family, and goofing around with C. It was a good day. Anyway - I check facebook and find that Brittney Murphy died. Isn't that crazy? She is my age. She was super crazy skinny and died of a heart attack of sorts. That is never a good combo. TMZ mentioned something about her having diabetes, but they can't confirm it. Sounds like speed or diet pills to me, hopefully for her family's sake I hope my amueture Dr G report is false.
Friday, December 18, 2009
So the mechanic; he called today to explain that he ordered the part for my car wrong and he was really sorry but the car won't be ready this afternoon unless he is able to have to right one delivered right away. He sounded so upset and worried that he wouldn't have my car ready. So I explained that I am a stay at home mom and can stand to be without a car for a few days and that I wasn't in the least put out by it. Then I told him to enjoy the weekend and get home before the snow hits. He sounded so relieved and kept telling me thank you and have a great weekend and have a good snowball fight. The car breaking down stunk, but only for a few hours, the estimate isn't too bad, I have the money in savings - Christmas is paid for - so really it is just inconvenient and nothing more.
Something funny for today: My dog looked so funny this morning, again spooning the big stuffed panda bear. She loves this darn thing and sneaks it out of C's room any chance she gets. It is a riot. When she starts humping it - I am sending it to the Good Will.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
I go to the doctors and she tells me that stress is the main cause of nightmares, DUH, and that I seem to be dealing with it well, but it is still there and to take melatonin. Then she adds: "Give it until after the holidays, if it doesn't get better come back to see me and I will give you a referral for mental health." Of which I respond "Can I just have the referral now?" and she said "No." So there you have it, I have to take a natural supplement, I don't like them, they are not FDA regulated and they scare me.
After the appointment I went shopping on base. Loaded the station wagon up to the brim with holiday food and headed home. half way there I started having car trouble. I didn't make it home. Called a tow truck and eventually was able to have S pick me and all the groceries up. My ice cream is melted, the turkey started to defrost a little, and the frozen juices leaked. But other than that there wasn't much lost. I am so thankful I was able to get to the side of the road and not have an accident. I lost all power and function to my car, couldn't turn left or right, no gas, no power - no nothing. It was scary there for a few minutes. Thankful a friend of mine was able to help me by looking up phone numbers and offering to come and get me if needed. Thank God for her.
Also, I ate half a bag of combos for lunch. My MD appointment was early 9:50, so I didn't have breakfast. Then I was in the broken down car at the real lunch time. It wasn't until my friend called to see if I had been rescued yet that I realized I had a car FULL of food. I could have had my cake and eaten too! But alas, all I could really see were Combos. LOL - I am a mess.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
In other news; life is good. Christmas shopping is done, most of it is wrapped, and the craft projects are complete. Calenders, Iron-on transfer T's, A scrap book, Self Addressed & Stamped Envelopes (for my hubby - he sends away for a ton of autographs and inserts these, so I thought it would be cute to make him some off the computer), and tons of cookies are all ready to be enjoyed.
L has been on better behavior the past two weeks. I am not holding my breath to much, but there is hope. A despite all my jokes of staying completely lit while they are here, I have been praying on the matter quite a bit. Things are looking up.
I have an appointment tomorrow with the MD about the nightmares. That would be the end of the good news. Last night I had the worst nightmare of my life. I swear I can still smell it, and I have kept the bathroom light on all day. Wait -that doesn't really sound right.... It isn't what you think.
Last night I was sinking in Play Dough and Christopher Walken was trying to kill me. Both of which I have a real life fear of. It isn't fair - my sister is afraid of trolls - at least that is a normal fear. I would assume most people would be afraid when something is scary, and lets face it, trolls can be scary. Play Dough is not. But I hate it. The smell alone can, will, and has induced vomiting to the point of lost meals followed by dry heaves. Christopher Walken is probably my biggest scary phobia. He is my version of the boogie man.
History Lesson : When I was six we lived in a house where I had my own room. One night my parents put me to bed while there were still other kids outside playing. I fell right to sleep, but didn't think I did. I started dreaming, I suffered from terrible nightmares as a child until I was 7 and a half, I would even keep my sister up all night (we shared a room on and off as kids) trying to get her to play house with me after our parents went to bed just so I could stay awake. Anyway, I dreamed that I looked out my window and the kids were all running home and out of the bushes popped the boogie man in a trench coat and a brown fedora. Years later I came to realize this man was Christopher Walken, who much like my dream seems to pop out in unexpected places, in movies, weird videos, talk shows, commercials, and my dreams. Oh the man scares me.
So here I am dreaming of Christoher Walken tying to kill me and as I was running away, he was only walking yet was never more than 10 steps behind me, I get stuck in quicksand which turns out to be purple play dough with sparkles. The smell is causing blindness and extreme heaving and I am screaming. Next thing I know there is a knock at a door but I am in the woods. I just shake my head and I get out of bed to go see who it is. But no one is there. I pet the dog, turn out the night light and head back up to bed. I figured it was the paper guy, I think they come about three or four, anyway just as I pass the bathroom I notice someone is up. I figure it is S so I peak in to tell him I heard a noise downstairs but when I look in it is Christopher Walken! I really thought I was awake. And this ladies and gentleman is how a grown women practically pees her bed. I woke myself up screaming and trying to break free from my blankets. S was snoring away.
I have been screaming so much at night that I have kept a bottle of throat spray next to the bed because it gets so dry and hurts. Cough drops work too but I fall asleep with them in my mouth and I also worry about cavities.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Some Christmas Cheer
Good news is that I truly out did myself this year with my Christmas decorations. The bad news is that I had to take him down after 2 days. I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever. Great stories. But two things made me take it down. First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by. Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the 75 pound ladder almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn't realize it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). By the way, she was one of many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn't take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard.
Kind of feel like I gave in to the man by taking him down but my neighbor did confirm to near miss accidents on the busy street next to my house. I think I made him too real this time
So it was fun while it lasted
Sunday, December 13, 2009
- The nightmares continue. I am calling the doctor tomorrow for an appointment.
- The VC Andrews kick is over. I have read them all, some twice. I just finished the most recent one that came out this year. Sick, twisted, incestuous, and predictable; and I loved every one.
- C is showing a little improvement in the phonics department. He is getting more sounds right and more sounds together. Today he spelled love; wuv; but last week he spelled it al;kdjfal;skdf; so we are getting better.
- I bought a tape dispenser. No, I haven't ever had one at home. I tell ya that 5 bucks was well spent. Wrapping presents for Christmas was never easier.
- I miss my Mom, Dad, and Sister - I watched a Paula Dean cooking show today and the host said that her friend asaparagus was the best way to "eat your veggies in an unhealthy way". It made me think of my dad. He'd never eat that - fried or not. LOL
- We need a new mattress. Last night I felt a spring in my butt. No - not up it just stabbing in the side! Really must we be so childish? ... Probably ... after all I don't seem to go a week with out blogging on some fart, ass, or crusty issue.
- I may have turned my husband to the dark side of life after 11 1/2 years of marriage. He is starting to have an addiction to Diet Coke. Up until recently he wouldn't touch the stuff unless we ordered pizza. Now I find myself hiding my cans in the bottom drawer of the fridge behind the batteries.
- Work is weird. I am milking it for what it is worth. G is strange and so is his business. It isn't a bad thing, he is just strange. He is called in two Fridays is a row and told me not to come in.
- This Friday I had lunch with a stranger. A man named John in his sixties from Fall River, Massachusetts. With a son named Victor and two other younger children a boy and a girl. His wife was from Thailand and that is where they met during Vietnam. He was so nice and his stories were fascinating. It was a good thing because the restaurant service was horrid and we were there for almost two hours. Long story but I'll keep it short (for once) Since I didn't have to work, I went to a grand opening of a restaurant near by. I got talking to the man in front of me as we waiting for the freebies they were giving out (free wings for a year) we didn't' make the cut off - no wings for me - but decided to stay anyway. In the end the place gave us free wings on our next visit. Stocking stuffer for S I suppose :P)
This book is wicked good, but gosh this sort of stuff bugs me. Sort of like when a movie and a book don't match up on a just a small detail. Like in that movie with the girl who jumps backwards wishing she wasn't pregnant and then names her daughter Americus or something like that. In the book she was frighted on the number 5 and in the movie it was the number 7 - dumb details. In My Girl the main character gets her period and tells he little boy friend to come back in five to seven days and in the movie she just yells at him to go away. In Twilight Bella's room is yellow and just the way it was when her mom was there and in the movie it is blue and her dad buy new bedding for her arrival. Small details annoy me. I remember the stupidest things. Cant' remember the name or book of the first one, can't remember the characters in My Girl, and only remember Twilight because it is recent. How bizarre.
So, back to the book club. I have been trying to start my own however with the holiday season happening around us - the interest is on hold. I have been in contact with a few ladies in the area one is a ministers wife and two of her friends and the other is a women living just a few miles away. I advertised it as a Christian Book Club. Although now I am wondering what the heck we will read. There is a recommended series out there that is pretty new about a Christian Woman's club that I might try out but there is also a lot of boring crap out there. I might nix the project. I do not know any of these women personally and it might be for the best. I will have to keep mulling that one over. Anyway - the book club I joined is through a neighboring town's library and the books are free. A girl about my age from S's work invited me. She even got the next book for me when I wasn't there. Pretty nice.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
My child is gross. He is also stinking funny. Literally stinking. This morning C asked to take a bath so I filled up the tub. I hadn't had coffee yet and was anxious to get downstairs so I asked C to stick his head under the faucet to get his hair wet so I could wash it. So anyway we wash his hair and I take a seat and wait for the tub to fill up. For some reason this new bathroom freaks him out and he no longer will turn on a faucet or turn it off by himself. Anyway the water is running and C says "Mom I won't forget to wash all my stinky parts like my toes, my armpits, and my butt." I just sort of smile and say "Yup" and then my son turns around and sticks his butt right in the stream of running water. He looks up at me and says "What - I like to do this, it gets all those dry poops off that line in my tush"
Yes son your crack is crusty, use toilet paper. It isn't a job to be done later. Ironic isn't it since I have one who uses half a roll every time and one who thinks the stuff is poison.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
So anyway - dinner ends and the mystery of the off limits upstairs when S asks "Uhhh hunny, where do we keep the plunger?"
Normally I could just laugh this off but I swear I could be a fortune teller sometimes. I bought new toilet paper this week. It is the good kind and it is thicker than the Costco brand we normally get. So I tell my husband early in the week to be careful and do not use gross amounts of it or we'll have a problem. What do you know we had a problem. The man uses half a roll every time he goes. He refuses to go Cheryl Crow on me - but geez he could at least cut back! BTW we didn't have a plunger. I went to Walmart and bought one after dinner.
"Good Evening Walmart; I am a wife of a toilet paper abuser and I need a plunger please, oh yeah and this milk and peanut butter"
Monday, December 7, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
We had snow ball fights, built a snow man, and chased the dog around a hundred laps just to try and get her to come back inside. The dog LOVES the snow more than we do! It was so cute and just plain fun.
Later on in the afternoon it was still snowing, C was off in our room watching TV, the dog was completely exhausted curled up in the living room and S and I were just chatting when I mentioned it would be a great night for a movie. With in a half hour we had the car brushed off and were on our way to see a Christmas Carol. We went to this really old junkie theater that only sat about 60 people! Junkie but really kind of cute and quaint considering the weather. It was the only one in town that was showing the movie normal and not in 3D. Anyway - it is S and mine's favorite Christmas story and it was so cool to see a new version of it. One funny thing; C and I had to take our shoes off when we got there. Our sneakers and socks were completely water logged because we both stepped in a huge slushy mess outside the parking garage - It felt so weird to be barefoot. C even ended up taking his socks off. At the end of the show each of us had a hard time getting our shoes back on because they were so wet.
After the movie it had stopped snowing so we headed out for a bite to eat. Which brings us here - hanging out in the den as a family, and all with new clean dry socks and slippers. C really should be in bed, but none of us really want the day to end. I love family days. It has honestly been so long since we had a day that wasn't planned or filled with obligation that I almost missed the opportunity by filling it with errands and small jobs around the house. Thank God for the snow - it slowed us down and helped us enjoy life.
Friday, December 4, 2009
I need to figure out why I keep having all these dreams. Last month they were about the same time so it could have something to do with my period and hormones. I was so tired last night due to the fact that I got no good sleep the previous eve that I went to bed at 8:00. I slept until 7:30 this morning. Which means that I missed trash day - second week in a row because we were away last week - and of course my husband doesn't even know when trash day is! Errr, but I digress....
I woke up at 7:30 and felt like crap because I spent the entire night running from killers and drug addicts trying to rob me and then - kill me. I never woke up but I felt like I did. At one point in a dream I was thinking "this is only a dream I can change it to butterflies and chocolate" but then it just went back to me running away from a guy trying to pull my legs off.
I haven't watched anything scary or even PG lately. What the hell is wrong with me? I wonder if I need new meds?
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Tuesday I cleaned my room. There was a pile of laundry to fold that made its way to the floor because we were in need of a basket for the actual dirty laundry. Anyway - I headed up there to fold it, change the sheets on the bed, dust, and vacuum. Four hours later I emerged. The laundry, the dusting, the vacuum, and the changing of the sheets took less time that sorting through all the crap my husband seems to pile behind the chair, on top of the dresser, to the left of the dresser, to the right of the fireplace, under the bed, beside the bed and up his ass. Just seeing if your paying attention....
So I clean up after him. I sort all his papers, put away his nick knacks and paddywacks, I repair a few toys sitting in his box under his nightstand and put them back in C's room, put the baseball cards back in the guest room (ohhhhhh that is a whole other ball game in there) and continue to clean up all his crap. The majority of which are clothes. Not surprisingly I found a basket of clothes (been there at least three weeks) under a blanket under some binders, under a bag of miscellaneous shed items (tape, a screw driver, some telephone cords - hello cordless since like 99???) and on top of that there was a few days worth of pajama bottoms. His clothes were everywhere. He takes up more than half the closet and his won't throw anything away. So today, my day to run errands; I returned all the clothes I got him for Christmas. Bye, Bye good GAP pajama pants, bye, bye, comfy t-shirt that matches. Revenge! Hmmmffffff. Ladies and gentlemen my mother, the Martyr.
I also had some other stuff to return, a Leapster to Kmart, bought the Spanish one and it doesn't play English games, to Old Navy because a shirt I bought didn't ring up as the sales price and I didn't notice, and then to Target and here is where the thief like behavior comes in:
On black Friday I bought C five shirts at 3.00 each. The sign said three but they rang up nine, I complained and got for three - yeah me. Then today as I am pulling all of S's Christmas presents out to return I see that one of the shirts I got C is smaller than the rest. So I bring it with my receipt back to Target. But there is a problem. I wasn't charged for it and there is no tag on the shirt. So as the sales girl and I are inspecting the shirt I see that it is a second anyway - the printed tag on the inside is half on the inside and half printed on the outside back. (Weird) There are five things on the receipt at 3.00 and I know one of them must be the shirt. So I say, well maybe the cashier rang up another shirt twice or rang in something else that is three dollars. The clerk was pretty nice and said something to the effect that there are no doubles on the receipt and in order to give a gift card back the shirt needs a price tag. So I just sort of shrug in disbelief and she says "well, we can take it off your hands if you want." and I reply "well, maybe it came from Wal-mart - I want to check all my receipts." and then I leave. When I get to the car I scour the receipt and notice that yes there are five things at three dollars but one is a mistake. When the original cashier fixed the nine dollar price tags to three buck she accidentally changed a pair of jeans to three. I wasn't charged for the shirt and I got a pair of jeans for three bucks. I left the parking lot with the shirt. Thief.
On a good note, I had over 95.00 in returns. I am rich.
Monday, November 30, 2009
What more can one person take in a month? I tell ya - I am loosing it. Between the in-law battle, C doing crappy in school, the Thanksgiving traffic, bills, life in general, and now today - ERRRR.
Today it is rainy and cold. It was also the first day of one more tutoring program we were able to sign C up for. The teacher and the school sent home multiple notices that C can take the bus home and will be dropped off at 1:35 pm and if we are not there he will be returned to school and if this happens three times he will be kicked out of the program. So today I hike over to the bus stop at 1:25, just to be safe. The rain started to pick up and before I knew it the dog was soaked and time seemed to stand still. Then two different school buses went by and I started to get a little worried. Then a daycare bus went in the direction of the school and then ten minutes later returned. That is when I got really scared. Where the heck was my son? I ran back to the house. It is 1/10 of a mile - not far at all, but certainly if I am down the street the bus driver will not drop him off. So I ran fast and then went inside only to see it was 2:05! I called the school and they weren't even certain C was there. They kept saying some parents have already called because their kids weren't there either. I had to interrupt the lady and say "yes, but is my son C.W. there?" and the lady tells me to hold while she checks. Then she gets on the phone and says "Oh yes DJ has just walked in the door." I was livid at this point and quite curtly said "Is my son C.W. there? He is not DJ." The lady apologized and said he was and then added that she thinks the bus was a few minutes early because four kids came back and she thinks this because the first stop's kid was absent and the bus got an early start. I complained saying that it was more than a few minutes early. The stop was in my sight 10 minutes prior and then I added that they should inform the parents if the bus is going to be early and then call us immediately when they are returned to the school. I hung up and grabbed my keys. Then I proceeded to cry the entire way to the school.
C didn't really care, but I did. I told the school he won't be taking the Monday bus again and they seemed offended. After all they had to pull some strings to get the late bus to stop on our street after the tutoring program. But - who cares? I am not taking chances like that with my child. What if the weather was worse and he had to be on the bus even longer? What if .... there are endless possibilities that I don't like the thought of. I am really angry with the school. Is this program really worth it? He gets home on Monday's normally at 1:05. It is only an extra 30 minutes and plus if the bus gets an "early" start - how much time is he actually working extra? I have my doubts about this.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
L wasn't so bad this time around. I enjoyed our visit the other day and could tell she was making an effort to be more positive. It was a stretch, but she did try.
Thanksgiving was pleasant and quite calm. The food was really good. This is a stretch for me to admit because I really don't like this holiday food. I always feel sick after and don't really care for Turkey. I use to like it but then about five or six years ago I made a turkey for a holiday and it was great. I sliced off the breast meat and the legs and left the rest in the pan. Later that day when we started to clean up we realized that the center of the bird was frozen solid. We had six people eating the other parts of the turkey and no one else got sick. But, I had to call them all and tell them and I was really embarrassed and felt terrible. I was really puking sick the next day and haven't really enjoyed any style of holiday food since - except of course desert.
In other news, I am really tired. We never get any sleep while we are here. It is always go go go. Thanksgiving, black Friday shopping, visiting and even today - we went to a wedding reception, also very nice and then after went to my sisters for games and an awesome dinner, now almost midnight and I am just starting to wind down.
Oh well, home sweet home, not so bad this time around - Worcester might loose it's 'destination' only tag if it isn't careful.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
They made is quite clear that they don't think we should come home and or don't want us there. The comments, the suggestions, the excuses, and the lies - they can keep them all. I cannot believe my family four pack is less crazy! My mother who can't tell a straight tale, my sister whose paying for an education that is making itself very hard to pay her back, my father whose know it all attitude still hasn't helped him get a job to support his education and me - a barren mess are all more sane and nice and polite and kind.
I try so hard to please them, to make them happy, to help them enjoy our time together and it is all for nothing. I am so tired of L being miserable and us being the ones who have to be understanding. I am so tired of D just going along with anything L wants. It is crazy - they are crazy. There isn't much I can do about it, but I tell you our passive natures are fading when it comes to this situation.
S told L and D that we would be going our cousin's wedding reception. (I am wicked excited about it - but somehow they have managed to ruin some of that excitement too) Anyway S explained that although we were all going we would not be driving with them because after the reception we are going to visit my sister and cousin. (very much looking forward to that too!) And L told him "well, I'm not surprised you won't be going with us." No good tidings, no - hope you enjoy - no too bad we wanted to drive out there with you to visit - no hey sounds great or that's right M has a new apartment hope you have fun - we got a wise ass comment and D said nothing. They disgust me lately. It probably doesn't sound all that bad taken out of the context that is our relationship with them - but I assure me and anyone else who remotely cares - it is only the tip of a cold iceberg.
Since the summer visit our contact with them has gone from at least once a week to maybe every three - and that is only because S calls. They have called only a few times since then. One day I assume they will just stop answering the phone and that will be the end of it. I can't imagine what we ever did or why we are worth so much disappointment and anguish to them. From my side we look like pretty awesome kids to have. We've been together since we were kids, we married after their son finished a college degree, we adopted our son five years into our marriage, we call, we write, we never forget a birthday, we invite them always, and include them in our lives, we've reach out to them in times of need and support, we've prayed for their needs and supported them. We never call and ask for money or favors. We attend the same church they raised their son in and we are raising our son the same way. Where did we go wrong? Misery loves company and we aren't obliging company I suppose.
Happy Holidays Assholes. No hard feelings, just know that I know. I know about your asshole feelings, your asshole mindset, your asshole beliefs, your asshole comments, your asshole perceptions, your asshole Christian attitude that suits you when you need it to, your asshole judgment, and your asshole guilt. I know all about it, assholes. Well you know what you can kiss - you can kiss mine.
Obviously I will be praying for forgiveness and the saving of my soul for the above outburst.
- My Grandfather is doing okay. He has a bacterial infection in his blood and it has spread through his body. On Friday the doctors unplugged him from all antibiotics and just "made him comfortable" suggesting he wouldn't make it through the weekend. He defied logic and made it through to Saturday. In fact on Saturday he felt better and looked a lot better so the doctors hooked him back up to "curing" drugs and changed his prognosis to a long term care facility. Our family was very hopeful. Scott and I promised Grampa we'd take him to a ballgame in the spring and my sister promised him she'd see him at Christmas. Then on Sunday Grampa seemed worse, a little confused and very week from all the visitors the previous day. We are all hopeful he makes it through the Holidays, it is really his wish too.
- When we were in Jersey visiting S and I both had an epiphany. It put at ease about one decision we had to make. S has been contemplating staying in the USAF and, any follower knows, I wasn't too excited about it. In fact I was wishing he'd change his mind. His job makes close to six figures on the outside, and our insurance from the USAF doesn't cover a major procedure that we desperately need. But then the epiphany: Gramma paid for dinner the night we all visited my Grandfather. Her husband was in the hospital with number days, she's facing the idea of being a widow, but she wasn't worried about the house, money, bank accounts, or lack there of. Grampa is retired Military and has been in the hospital since the 8th of November. There will be no copay, there will be no bill, there will be no procedure uncovered. The money certainly would be nice now, but the insurance and pensions are unbeatable in the long run. S re-upped yesterday.
- My in-laws are assholes. Selfish and mean. We don't understand and we certainly do not want to at this point. They have a great ability to ruin our faith in family. Assholes. There could be more on it - but I am too upset over it. I wish they would just stop. What did we ever do to them? So sorry we are ruining their holiday plans by coming home. I'll go into later.
Friday, November 20, 2009
This morning on my way to work I called my mother. I knew something was wrong the second she paused a hello. It went something like this:
" ........... hello."
"Hey Ma - what's wrong?"
"Grampa is dying I'm packing for Jersey right now, dad is on his way home - he's driving"
There was no leading up to the bad news softly or easily it was just laid out like it is. For this I admire my mother. We talked for a few and agreed I'd call my sister and she'd call my cousin and we'd talk in a few. So I called M and completely lead up to the bad news with "well, I am calling with some not so good news, you know grampa has been sick for a long time and has been in the hospital for over a week now ..." We talk - she agrees to call him at the hospital right away and then my cousins calls and by now everyone is crying and we are all calling each other back and forth - it was ridiculous. The more we talked the more upset each of us got. The only one of us that had any brains was my sister who although sad and crying managed to call grampa to tell him she loved him and would see him at Christmas.
We are leaving in the morning to visit him in the hospital. He is a very sick man who has been quite frail for about five years since he had a stroke. Over the last year every time he coughed to hard or said he felt weak my mother thought he was dying. She hasn't missed a birthday, an anniversary or one chance to see them - every time she gets two days off in a row she is flying over the Tapenzee in her Hyundai trying to get there as fast as possible. But I haven't ever felt that way, the need to hurry up and get there - just in case. But this time it is different, blood tests show his kidney's are failing due to a toxic blood infection and the medical staff cannot stop the infection. They warned my grandmother that when the infection gets to his artificial valve in his heart he will not make it.
I am sad but almost distant from it. I haven't ever been close to anyone who died. My great grandmother, two great aunts, and an uncle passed away all fairly close together - and I do miss them, but it isn't the same. I never went to their funerals or was asked too. I never really felt a huge loss and was able to pray for their soles and say they lead good lives. This one is going to knock the wind out of my sails, I can already feel it.
On my refrigerator is a blue piece of paper. I wrote all over it last year during Thanksgiving. Each time I went into the kitchen I jotted down something new my grandfather had told me. He was almost giddy with pride as he told us stories of his families first car, his cousins, stories his father shared with him about when he was a little boy, and plenty more memories. It was a really special time. I better read over my doctor handwriting and ask any questions.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
C's problem lies in sounding out words. Looking back on his work it all looks like he has no idea what he is doing. Letters are everywhere, and there isn't a word that is even close to ... well, being a word. That is until detective Mom broke the code. We've been working on word spacing and the importance of writing all in one row. Those things he really needs practice with. But the cracked code lies in his phonics. He identifies the first sound and goes through the word piece by piece, but he only writes down the more prominent beginning and ending sounds. Suddenly I am able to decipher the work C has done. When I was able to read his story last night he got so excited. I could see his face light up and he was so proud that he actually did something right. His words were Bubgum - chocolat - mi - I - fs - gv -had. He spelled had and I right. I was impressed with his bubblegum and chocolate, and thrilled that I figured out fs was friends, mi was my, and gv was give because when I read those back to him his face just light up.
When C and I finished the work I talked to him about middle sounds. He was pensive over it for a few and then said - "Okay, can I play video games now?" and off he went. A little while later he came back to me and said, mom can I fix my story. I jumped at the chance, dropping the chore of dirty dishes (like I need convincing there) and got his work out of his backpack. He looked over his story and squeezed in a few middle sounds like a r in friends and a i in give. I didn't' hover too much and just let him work. I was bursting with pride.
This morning C had tutoring before school. I asked him if he was looking forward to it. He replied "Oh sure, I am pretty smart so I'll get this stuff soon." I started to cry. I am such a girl.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Then a few weeks ago something happened - one they mentioned P & L and brought some validity back to the story lines - two they actually had a story line - and three they managed to show that some of the new characters can actually act (a little scary since they act better than a few veterans - (sorry Hales - your facial expressions are the worst!) So here I am all caught up in the new heart throb's love life and wondering why I even care about it.
Not that this week was particularly cutting edge -in fact is was actually a little dry and predictable. No one has had a drug addiction in a while so they threw that bone to Millie, Brook found out she's not pregnant and revealed this week that she can't have kids - whatever - it isn't that easy to find that out and the doctors never say never even if it is the ugly disgusting, horrific, truth - I should know - but I digress. Mouth's character is just watching Millie fall apart and Dan is back with his new wife and former classmate of Nathan (this year's main, main character) Rachel. Blah, blah, blah. Life isn't that crazy or lusty or incestuous - and to think this show replaced my Joey and Dawson love affair - which by the end I was totally on board with Pacey. Wow - I think way too much about TV.
Speaking of Dawson's Creek - that actually replaced my 90210 obsession. Which started with my obsession of lust between a drunken teen, Dylan and Midwest smart ass, Brenda. Lust, lust, lust. By the time Dawson came around 90210 was on it's last legs - everyone was out of high school, college, and way into their careers - most of the main characters were gone and I think they were starting to have kids??? Some shows really need to end in their prime.
Moving on, or back: As I was watching OTH tonight I actually felt like crap. All these people intertwined living dream lives with dream bodies and great hair - even their problems seem self imposed and easy to solve. It is just a soap opera that runs once a week instead of five. They are all successful, all grew up to do what they wanted to do in their careers and they all have money - how strange. I am no where near where I wanted to be at 30 and I am 32.
Either I am tired, drunk from Diet Coke, or just PMSing somehow - but I swear seeing some stupid show about stupid people is really bugging me. Well - actually if I just take a step back I can see where the issue lies, anytime anyone suggests anything with pregnancy I flip out. In fact life is kind of sucky in that department right now. Kind of might be putting it lightly - and here after twenty minutes of writing about unimportant TV story lines I get to the point ...
Scott is re-enlisting next Monday. I hate it. It isn't fair. I don't want him too. If he stays in, that is it - were in for the 20. This enlistment will put him at 15 years by the time it ends. It make logical sense - it is good for his career - it is good for retirement and life time health insurance. Common sense wise it is a no brainer. But as good as the insurance is, it doesn't cover IVF and we are going to be paying for the last two attempts for a few years. And years even just months are an enemy to any IVFer. If we lived in Massachusetts we'd be covered - it is the state law. And people wonder why I always vote Democrat when I live in a republican world - HA. I want to go home. Stupid TV show. S and I talked about this but there isn't anything we can really do - it is almost as if we are just watching ourselves through a little snow globe - one that has been shaken too many times. I think he's almost numb to it. It isn't fair - we both know it, and he is just doing his best to continue with the good.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
This morning S made breakfast. He didn't have the exhaust fan on and proceeded to cook bacon, eggs and burnt pancakes. First the fire alarms went off. The first ones were just little beeps, no biggie. Then the load ones kicked in and then the house alarm started in with a piercing noise that also had a voice yelling FIRE there is SMOKE AND FIRE EVACUATE. Is scared S so much the first time it went off that he dropped a pan that had grease in it on a burner and some flames went up. Finally we go all the windows and doors open, the fans on, and the detectors turned off. However I was stuck with my hands over the speakers on the house alarm because it was so loud. The golfers on the course behind the house were starting to stare and one guy was even squinting and putting his hand over his eyes trying to see in our house! LOL - what a sight we must have been. Finally I realized that the alarm was connected to a small motion detector in the other room and had S jump in and keep the alarm covered and I grabbed a broom and started waving it in front of the mini motion detector. Finally after five minutes of blaring noise we could breath. It was crazy!
Eventually we sit down to breakfast and S says "well hunny, I wanted you to sleep late, relax, feel refreshed and not have to worry about the cooking, so enjoy" We both were laughing pretty good at that. In the end the meal was pretty good and we had a nice family breakfast together - which doesn't happen all that often, so I was thankful. After breakfast I ventured upstairs and watched TV - trying to dull a pounding headache. The headache wasn't a result of all the alarms, I actually woke up with it - it is all from my darn jaw.
Anyway... during the day we went shopping. We didn't buy a darn thing, which wasn't the point of shopping, but oh well. Once we got home I noticed everything smelled like bacon and opened a few windows back up - then and settled in and I called my sister. That is when I noticed that the breakfast dishes never got done. YUCK. So I start loading the dishwasher, taking the trash out and picking up the bacon bits left on the counter. Then I noticed that the floor was slippery. Yup, slippery. So when I got off the phone with M, my sister, I took a closer look. It was grease from the bacon! It wasn't just on the kitchen floor it was everywhere - on the counters, the cabinets, it had been tracked into the living room, dining room and the the windows all had a layer of filth on them as well.
GROSS. S cooked the bacon on a flat griddle pan with no cover, which started smoking and the fat was crackling and then the smoke got thicker and thicker and wafted through the house settling on every surface imaginable. I am so thankful that the doors to the bedrooms and the computer room were closed. I got the floors mopped, I went over them three times and may have to go over them once again tomorrow. I wiped down all the cabinets with Spic and Span and peeled off the layer that formed under the stove fan / vent thingy. I got most of the film off the counters and the dining room chairs. I also put down some carpet refresher and baking soda on the carpets and vacuumed those - hopefully I won't smell burnt bacon in the morning when I wake up. At the moment I smell nothing but my dogs raunchy fart - so I am gagging and might possibly keel over in agony any minute.
I saved the windows for tomorrow. What a darn mess. I think in the right conditions we could have had a real fire. I cannot believe we didn't smell it when we were here this morning.
To my dear husband, No more cooking. We'll have cereal when I sleep in. It is okay - really - please - we're good. No more. Thank you, your loving wife.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
First, I won two tickets to see one of my favorite main stream bands One Republic at a private showing for 50 people at an Italian Resturant. They are touring with Rob Thomas and just stopped in for an interview with Jack Diamond and a record promotion. It was awesome. Really - I am so excited about it still and it has been more than twenty four hours since the show. Here is the quick run down:
I knew I was going to win something. I normally do. The first time I went to Vegas I knew I was going to win big, and I did, I couldn't lose. Once when I was kid my mom took us to a picnic and there was a raffle for prizes the tickets cost like five bucks - which was a lot more then than it is now, so we made a deal if I won great, enjoy but if I lost I owed her five bucks. I won a 1.00 kite - LOL. Another time at a Christmas party I knew I'd win the door prize. Everyone got a free ticket for coming and then you could buy extras. Scott asked me if I wanted more, and I just said no, this one is a winner, and I won a two night stay at a resort hotel - funny thing was it was in California only about 15 miles from our base??? So we went just to use the pool and all night the fire alarms were going off - I don't even remember if we stayed the night or left - LOL. So my point - sometimes I know when I am going to win something and sometimes it doesn't really turn out to be exactly what I thought or so great and other times it is the best thing ever.
So last week I was listening to one of my favorite radio stations at work and they announced that if you are the 10th caller when they play their song of the day then you win 1000.00. I was like "oh yeah, I am going to win that before Christmas" and I logged onto their website to get their phone number and entered their loyal listeners contest page. I have the radio on ALL day anyway so why not. I programmed their number into my cell and went back to work. So for the rest of the week and Monday of this week I logged on found the song of the day and listened away. I never got to be caller ten. But heck - I've got until December 24th right? So then on Monday night I get this call, from the radio station saying that I won tickets to their special luncheon with One Republic! I was freaking out. I called my friend and begged her to get a sitter and come with ... well, I don't think I actually had to twist her arm, Once she you tubed them she knew who they were. LOL.
So there it is the longest possible version of how I won a few tickets to a really cool event. We got to meet the band, albeit very quickly for a picture and autograph photos. We were served a free lunch and just enjoyed being there for a few short hours.
But this isn't' the lucky story. You know come to think of it I haven't done anything all that embarrassing lately. In fact I might have been challenging my record. Might of been being the operative word...
I have these great Old Navy Jeans. They are size 12 and I wear a 14 or 16 depending on the style. So needless to say I LOVE my size size 12 Mediums. Funny but they always fall down. In fact yesterday when my friend A met me at my house before the show I mentioned to her that I just wanted to wear my other jeans because these 12's wouldn't stay up. So I changed quick in my family room where there was a pile of clean laundry. I threw the 12's on top and off we went. Anyway this morning I got around to putting those jeans away and I noticed something funny. There is an adjustable waist band hidden inside just like the ones on kids jeans. Now I have had these jeans for at least two months and worn them plenty of times and somehow I never noticed this. I think because the elastic was lost inside the lining. So I fished it out of the lining and adjust them - I had to pull the belt thing all the way to the last loops to get them to stay up right. After my discovery I took them off (I tried them on once I found the adjustable waist) and was pretty happy with myself until I looked at the tag more carefully. Old Navy 12M. Yes my friends that would be Maternity not Medium. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or bust out laughing. I know I am lucky - only me. How on earth did I miss this? How would I know that Old Navy has Maternity clothes? Why would they be on the clearance rack in the regular sizes and why on earth were they only 9.99? Well that is easy - they thought the elastic was missing. So ... do I still wear them - or should I just list them on my eBay store and call it a day. Yeah - the store I know. But man these jeans are perfect! LOL - really only me.
Okay off to bed - and to check to see if I have any other size 12M, 14M, or 16M's for that matter.
Monday, November 9, 2009
I am not exactly enamored with my boss. G is not only a putts but sort of an ass. He calls me out on every infraction. Even asking if I could write bigger on deposit forms. He is so nit picky that I am seriously considering finding another job. G asked me to check email daily - and it is causing so much stress. Today he emailed me and asked me why I didn't enter a state ID number in our payroll system after I said I did- then he went on to ask if I faxed anything and to who. I emailed back that there was a misunderstanding, I never said I did it and I did in fact email him with details as to why not and no I didn't fax anything because it is a non issue. I have yet to check for a response; but I don't like it. He really is asking for a lot from a girl who works for half pay for 10 hours a week. Plus I swear he is so middle eastern it is sickening sometimes. Last Wednesday he was three hours late for work and explained that he had the children. I said, you're the boss, you are allowed to stay home with the kids with out an explanation and I sort of laughed. He jumped back with "OH no, we have a nanny - I do NOT have to stay with kids" it was crazy. Some men just think they are so manly! To prove my point another middle eastern guy almost killed himself today just to get out of being helped by a women ...
C and I went to the post office today. On the way home I was stopped at a red light and looked to my left. There was this guy standing on the top rung of a ladder, leaning towards a building with a screw driver. The ladder was wobbling and I notice only one on the those levers that go across from the back to the front of the ladder and lock were actually locked into place, the other was only half down and the top step, which he was standing on as mentioned was bent or bowed almost to a 45 degree angle under his weight! I almost screamed out the window, then I noticed that I had room to make a hard left and go into the parking lot and help him. So I did it as fast as I could and jumped out of my car. I yelled up to the idiot "Hello - would you let me help you by holding this ladder?" and he said "NO" then I said "are you sure this looks pretty unsafe, like you are going to fall?" and he yelled "NO _ THANKS FOR YOUR CONCERN BUT I NEED NO HELP!" I said "I am sorry you feel that way - BE CAREFUL!" and I got back in my car and left. C was just in awe saying "Mom what were you doing" and I replied "Obviously not being Jesus". I was really angered by this man. I was also very concerned and could do nothing.
And speaking of doing nothing - I wrote about the Herndon honeymoon period being over ... well more proof. Saturday night we were driving down the main street and I saw this man stand in the A formation stance like he was shooting a gun facing a car with the window down. The were all yelling and screaming but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I was going to lean on the horn but just then they all started laughing and the guy backed up - he didn't have a gun. I was so petrified. After all I thought we moved away from the danger of DC. Am I just paranoid now?
I just want out and now, S is re-enlisting for another 4, which will put him at 15. I guess that means we are officially lifers. I am sick over it. I didn't really realize just how much until I left a parking lot today wondering if a man was going to fall to his death or not.
These dreams have been happening for a little over a week. In this same time period I have been experiencing terrible jaw pain. I have TMJ, they changed the name of it over the years, I think it is TMD now, but I am not sure. Anyway the muscle connecting my upper and lower jaw get very sore. I use to have a mouth guard to wear at night that would help, but I have sadly lost it. Another one is over 600.00. I plan on getting a new one, but it takes months. I think this pain and my dreams are connected. Because of the pain I haven't been sleeping well.
Last night I took Tylenol PM before I went to bed. It knocked me out enough to sleep through the night and not have any memorable dreams. But man I cannot handle those one more night.
In other news: We have been spending money like it grows on trees. A new vacuum, a new microwave, out to eat, clothes, and tons of other crap. It is my fault, I don't really keep that great of track of our bank account. I just look online to see how much money we have, log on twice a month to pay the bills, and move on. We both had been pretty careful last month to avoid the bank card transactions and not go out to eat, so when I noticed we had extra money in our account I wasn't surprised. HA! I should have been. The VA gave us $900.00 for S's school that I didn't notice. Now we have a school bill and only 600.00 to pay it with . Oops. I forever do crap like this. I am going to try to get it all taken care of today. I had extra money last month from a refund and I put that in savings, so I am pretty sure that will cover it - but that money was our VK money.... Errrr.... Knowing we have money issues is just another thing that will keep the nightmares coming.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Friday night C wen to the community center for "kids night out". It is a prepaid event once a month where the kids go and play games, do crafts, and watch a movie. He was looking forward to it. Two month ago he cried and we were called to pick him up early, last month he made it almost to end and then just hung out with one of the kid councilors until we arrived, then this month he was hooting and hollering about how awesome it was going to be all week. So he goes, we get no phone calls and are loving life after a nice night out to Bennihanna go to pick up C. He seemingly was in a good mood and I helped him put on his sneakers. But when I was tying his shoes I noticed he had a black eye. I asked him if he got "bonked in the head" with a ball or something and he just sort of said he didn't know. It wasn't a major black eye, just red on the cheekbone and darkish gray forming under his eye. So on the way we talked with one of the head volunteers and she told me that C was so great and he is so sweet, and I was like "great, thanks, bye-bye" and she was all, "Well, we had an incident."
The incident: Six other boys were taking the hula hoops and trapping other children in them from behind and then pushing them around. At first it looked like they were just playing but as it turns out kids were getting hurt. On kid pulled C's shirt and spun him in a circle and then pushed him to the ground. C yelled for them to stop and then went to get a person in charge who yelled at the kids to stop, but they just continued to be rough and hurt other kids. Eventually there was an incident report and the police came! Now the police have been stationed outside the community center for weeks - so they are just a few steps away, other wise they probably would be called. Anyway the kids were sent home.
Can you imagine having this girls job? I don't even think she was 18 and she had to tell all the parents these things. How terrible for her. I was thinking this trying not to be upset, but I did manage to ask her if this was how he got the black eye. She frowned and said she hadn't seen that develop but "my instincts would say yes". I thanked her for letting us know and we left. C said he had a lot of fun except when those older boys were there, so at least that is good. But I am a little miffed that the problem wasn't nipped in the bud a little sooner. Also the police issue has me a little concerned.
I have noticed when I go to Zumba that the police are always right up front in the parking lot of the community center. It doesn't actually make me feel safe, it makes me feel like they're there for a reason. They have also been in the parking lot of our grocery stores and other area places. Last night when S went to the store he said the cops were in the store sorting something out. I am just getting a little creeped out, especially at the library.
You can tell the weather is finally turning here. At night, almost for a week now we have had the heat on and quite a few days as well. Anyway, you can also tell because there is a small homeless population hanging out at the library. This week there was the usual suspect, the young guy who always parks his luggage by the computers. One wouldn't even know he is homeless unless they say the trash bag covered boxes on the pull cart. The usual suspect wasn't alone this week. There was a lady sleeping in a back corner with her "luggage" all around her. There was a guy sleeping on a chair who smelled so bad I left the section. It seemed like at the end of every row was a pull cart of belongings. Normally I feel sorry for these people. I always want to help but don't know how. I always give them money if they are outside. Damn Doctoro Phil.
One time on a Dr. Phil show he said that he always gives because he just thinks to himself "what if he doesn't buy cigarettes, drugs, or alcohol, what if he buys a meal and it saves his life tonight?" So I give. When we lived in DC both S and I would keep McDonald's gift cards in our glove boxes to hand out on one highway exit ramp where there was always pan handlers and golden arch just steps away. But I digress, back to the library,
There were no cops at the library, but I was beginning to get creeped out anyway, thinking maybe there should be. So I check out my new series (I have a sick obsession with VC Andrews lately) and head to my car. When I get home I settle in to watch TV and catch up on my DVR shows, one of which is America's Most Wanted.
On the show they show case this guy from DC who is young and looks just like my usual suspect at the library. I was totally scared and double checked all my door locks. I don't think I am going to go to the library at night anymore!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Fast Forward to Last Night:
It was the first cold night and really it wasn't that cold, it isn't like we had the heat on, we just cannot wait to use the fireplace more! Anyway, we opted to have a fire. S tells me he just wanted to change up first. So he comes downstairs and he is wearing an old man sweatshirt - half zip in the same color I had bought him last week. So I start to laugh and before I knew it I was telling him the story. So tonight, before dinner, I went back to Khol's. They still don't have boots by the way. I came close with a Vera Wang black pointy toe number but alas they didn't have size 10, no one does. I return the old man sweatshirt and exchange it for a Dunder Mifflin Paper Company logo tee. Somehow I think S will like that better in the long run. Now, only if I could find the perfect boot!
PS: They were playing Christmas music.
Monday, November 2, 2009
- My job is so lame, G didn't even show up today and I spent an hour or so here and there on facebook, email, lunch, and talking to my mom. My scanner is really slow and I was just filling the time. Except when my mom called, then I just took ten.
- My husband raked the front yard. I am still in shock.
- Cooper has 4 cavities. I am still in shock.
- Cooper is only at level one reading when he should be at a six according to the parent teacher conference we had today. I am not shocked or even a little surprised.
- I am all candied out.
- Dinner cannot come fast enough tonight, it is already cooking. I forgot about the time change, so we are eating SO early!
- The time change is killing me. I was wide awake at six this morning and God knows I am going to pay for that on Wednesday when C goes back to school and I go back to work.
- Fairfax County Public Schools are weird. C has off today and tomorrow for teacher conference days. It is bad enough he has a half day every Monday.
- According to #4 he needs more time in school. His teacher agrees and now he will have a reading program twice a week for an hour before school. Good thing I have a car these days.
- My son is so funny. He made up his first joke ever that made sense. Normally he says things like why do the curtains have stripes and he would say because they blue and laugh his head off. Funny, maybe, but it gets a little old sometimes. Well, this morning he says "hey mom, what do you call chicken in a box?" and I say "I don't know" and he says "Fried chicken!" I thought that was cute. He must have had KFC on the brain.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Eventually we met up with A and her family. Again the kid were happy to see each other, but it wasn't the excitement we had with T & D's kids. We went to a few house and then all the kids wanted to stop, they were getting tired. A invited us to hang out at her house for awhile, but when I asked C he said "I just really want to go home and get into my nice comfy bed". I ended up declining the offer and telling her that we could not get together on Saturday. I explained that it was just too much for us and we were getting spread too thin. She was perfectly happy with that explanation and happy to agree we'd get together soon. I was relieved. I wanted to go, but I just couldn't do another trip out there so soon. It is too much.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Also - in other news: Scott is on my list. He can be so darn self righteous sometimes. I don't get it. Even after I slept on it I am still thinking about our exchange of words last night. Basically it comes down to what a few of my friends have told me, sometimes, most of the time, your husband doesn't want you to have anything but happy thoughts and butterflies flying around in your head.
I don't have butterflies, currently I have a calender and all I can see is that it is filling up everyday. I am too busy and the house seems to be falling apart. I had to rearrange my schedule this week because C needs to go to the Dentist. Even though G said I could now make my own hours, as soon as I try to do that he fussed. I feel terrible about it. Now the whole trick-or-treat deal is in the way and things just aren't what I've planned.
How silly is it? I mean Tuesday I was fine. Monday I was great. Well, better go, I have to get C ready for school, which means I need to pry him away from Sponge Bob.
And one more thing - MY MICROWAVE BROKE! And it is only like three or four months old! I think it shorted out - faulty wiring in the kitchen. How annoying.
One good note, my friend, K, is due soon with their little boy. This weekend I am going to go shopping for a gift for them. It might end up being a gift card to where ever they are registered - it they are but either way I am going to have fun picking it out. I am so excited for them.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
G and I share a desk. I use the good side and he uses the side guests would normally sit at in an office. There are a few network cables set up because he broke our router a few weeks ago. When he begins to plug these cables into his laptop he notices my pink stapler and asks if it is mine. I tell him that I had a few left over supplies from my old job and thought I would donate them. He seems pleased but then as he finished hooking up the first of two laptops he bumps the stapler and says
"See I don't think we can have a lot of extras in here, they take up so much room and it is a small office." He was serious. I ignored the comment and instead answered with "you know the phone still isn't working?" G nicely ignore my question and said "We should make sure to work on the insurance today" I nodded and said "We should really get a shredder." At this he sort of cocked his head to one side, not unlike my Golden Retriever does when she wants a snack, and says "what are we talking about?" I just laugh and say, "my pink stapler, I want my stapler" His head bobbed from one side to the next and then he just smiled and went to get coffee.
Really G, my stapler is taking up too much room?
The story is the nails:
So I go to Star Nails, which is a chain and which I like. The ladies running it normally make fun of you in an Asian language and start laughing. Once M (My sister) and I went and the ladies kept asking if we wanted to get waxed too, when we said no they started laughing. We were border line humiliated - but at the same time just started cracking up. Anyway, the last time M and I went we made sure we both tweezed our eye brows before going. So yesterday, I go myself. I tweeze, I shave, give myself the once over and I go.
The message was fantastic - probably the best I have had. During which the lady said "you have soft legs. Except this line here - do you want me to wax?" Yea - apparently I missed a spot shaving! I declined the wax. Next she does the mani pedi and after an hour of pampering it is time for me to go. But I forgot my flip flops so the lady lets me keep these little foam ones they put on you for the pedicure. Well, as discussed I have flippers. So my toes sort of hang off the front and a sliver of my heal off the back. But whatever - I was only parked a few spaces from the door.
Upon exiting the salon I cringe because it is still raining. I gingerly walk out across the parking lot and oh so gracefully slide about ten feet with my arms flailing about, one leg up in the air, one hand trying to stop me and my keys flying across and hitting a car. As I am sliding these darn fake flip flops are coming apart and I am just praying no one really notices me. It seemed like an eternity until my knee finally broke my fall and I was able to stand up get me keys and rush into my car. Nails - so wrecked. (But not all that bad, I was able to fix the few that were wrecked at home) Once I get to the car I look back where I fell and notice one of the flip flops - I just left it there. I slid on those white and yellow lines painted on the ground. They are so slick when they are wet!