5-29-09
It is a good day! No boss man!!! It is sad that this truly makes for a better day.
I have had a desire to watch Into the Woods again. It is one of those fantastic musicals that my mom and I watched forever ago on PBS. Lucky for us, it was released on DVD, which meant that I got copies a few years ago for everyone! I would love to think that my kids would enjoy it, but I know that there just isn’t enough visual stimulation for them to be interested. Plus, even though lately they have been watching some more scary themed things, this particular musical is pretty damn dark. Then again, Bobby may be amused at the anatomically correct wolf. So I may in fact need to watch this on my own very soon.
My nose is still stuffy, but stuff at least seems to be coming out. I still don’t have a sense of smell, which bugs the heck out of me. I used this nasal spray stuff last night in order to get some sleep. I don’t want to over use it, so it will only be a night time thing.
Dax said he had a tummy ache last night. Although, based on the amount of toots coming from his butt, I am pretty sure it was gas. He screamed a whole lot after Ken finished reading to him, and at first it seemed more like he was just pitching a fit. I ended up lying down with him and rubbed his back a bit, and then really just placed my hand on his back, and he drifted off pretty quickly. I don’t remember hearing him last night, so this is a plus. I also felt ok with this when I saw him roll over this morning on the monitor, so I don’t have to worry about the unthinkable.
I keep downloading stuff to read today. I want to make the day go by fast. Not that I have any real plans this weekend. In fact, this may be the first weekend in a while that I have no real plans. YAY! Ken has a birthday part Sunday morning, and I have a Target trip I think scheduled for tonight, but other than that and the basic chores, I think it is a do nothing weekend! I am determined to watch a movie tonight.
I spent some time talking to my coworker yesterday about gay marriage. It was interesting, actually. She comes from the point of view in which she is against it for several reasons, including her religion, but she was starting to come around to the idea that despite her objections, she didn’t think it was her place to put that in law. I was able to give several good arguments on why in fact she shouldn’t ignore her feelings, but she shouldn’t include those in state laws and voting. She may of actually been swayed enough that come next election regarding this, she will not vote against gay marriage as she had before, but actually vote for it. I feel like I may have helped the cause, if only a little bit, in getting another vote. I feel very good about this! I had never talked to her about it before since I thought I knew her feelings, and let’s face it, you can’t talk politics too much in the office. And in all honesty, I know I wasn’t the only one influencing her. What I thought was fascinating is that one of the biggest things that changed her mind a bit was Ellen. Yes, Ellen DeGeneres. She watches Ellen’s show, and has said so many times how sweet Ellen is, and especially in her love for her wife, Portia. My coworker pointed out that they have real love, and even though she doesn’t like gay marriage, she is ok with them since they truly put a face on the positive of gay marriage. Perhaps that is what the gay marriage groups have needed. People that didn’t just shove their union down people’s throats. They need to truly seem happy, and accessible. Look, I know gay people, so I am in one of those unique situations in which I have seen extremely happy gay couples be together for many years. Of course, I also don’t find it disgusting, but that aside, I am able to see people be happy and not over the top about their relationship. Look, I don’t need to see any couple telling me to look at them that closely. My coworker, and thousands of other super religious folks are not going to be exposed to the right kind of gays. Let me clarify. There are no right and wrong gays, but if you are trying to explain to people who are ignorant or morally opposed to same sex relationships, you have to make them more safe to deal with. Let them dip their toes in first, then they can be subjected to the more flamboyant couples out there. Use people who have been together for years be the spokespeople for the cause. Give the people of California someone that they can identify with, then show them that these are good people, and they love someone, shouldn’t they be allowed to express that love in the same way that most people do? I think we would get more results.
Have you ever fought hard for something that seemed important and then when you got it, the effort seemed not worth it? Do you wonder if perhaps you were misinformed when you felt so passionate about it? Do you wonder if in fact it wasn’t the cause that you were fighting for, but in fact just the idea that you didn’t get a choice in the matter? Can passion expire? Can you be so blind to what truly is the end of something simply because you are not willing to re-evaluate? I often wonder if perhaps I have been too set in my ways.
Bobby is at work with Daddy today. I feel bad that Dax doesn’t get these outings. I am hoping that once Bobby is in school and really won’t be taking days off to go with Ken, that Ken can actually take Dax along with him. Mind you, I really want both of them in preschool right now.
In 3 months, I will have kids both over 3. Yie!
Does it count as Rick Rolling if I like the song?
Stupid chest keeps crackling with the goo inside. It is driving me crazy. At least it seems to cough up ok, but to be perfectly honest, despite enjoying the attention of people asking if I am ok, it does get old. How many times a day do you like to be told, “You sound terrible!”? Let’s just say, not as many times as I hear it.
Why is Erasure so damn good?
Is there a point in which my children or grandchildren will go through the countless pages I have written and say, “You know what? We know her TOO well. I think some things can remain a mystery”, and then go ahead and have a huge bonfire?
I wish I could come up with something brilliant.
I ordered Ken a kick ass shirt. I am not saying what it is yet since truly, I am only positive that he reads this on a regular basis and doesn’t that kind of spoil the surprise?
Ken asked me the other day what I wanted for my birthday. I suppose I should think about that, huh? Pretty sure my parents will ask me the same thing. I would like some new clothes. Or a new bra, really. I know, way too practical, but I don’t just need it, I want it. I really want a new pair of jeans. Of course, we know that is impossible to find unless I do some hunting, so perhaps the ability to get some at Torrid would be good. If I can find them on sale, maybe two. What will I do on my 4 day weekend that is my birthday weekend??? Hmmm..well, since Ken works, we won’t go out of town. I know that we will go out to dinner with my folks, and I think I am choosing either Big Wok or maybe something new like that place called BJ’s at Del Amo. My birthday weekend starts with my birthday and ends with Matt’s, so I don’t know how the dinner thing will work out logistically speaking. And if that isn’t bad enough, Papa Day is the following Sunday, I think, so there is a lot of restaurant dinning in the next couple weeks.
Crap. I just realized that reports will be run on the 10th of June. Oh well, they are mid month, and truly they can wait until I return, especially since my boss will never know the difference. Either that, or I will have my two backups try their hand at it since they need to practice. Oh, wait, so get this. I will be out, so will Fred on the 11th and 12th. How long before the boss figures that out? And will he tell me that I need to come in anyway?
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
getting tired of this
5-28-09
Yesterday was a lot of activity. I went to work despite not really being scheduled. I was able to get a 4 day weekend out of it, though, so this is good. I busted my butt all morning, getting every report done and getting my statements sent out. Plus all of my other normal work stuff. This included a lengthy phone call with someone in our warranty department who didn’t seem to understand that no amount of explanation was good enough to allow our mutual customer an out on why he didn’t contact me regarding past due. That was more tedious than anything else I did.
Ken called for the morning report and asked if I could leave early, like around 1 since Maria told my upset children when they arrived that they shouldn’t be upset since I would be picking them up to go to the zoo soon. No joke. She didn’t know the new schedule. Luckily, I managed to get everything done and was able to leave at about noon. This meant that Ken and I got the boys to the zoo by 1, which was awesome. Most of the school kids were in the process of leaving, which meant that we didn’t have huge crowds to contend with.
Of course, we didn’t take into consideration the idea that the boys didn’t nap. We assumed that they would sleep on the way, but instead, they were chatty. They were fine for the first bit, but then Dax started getting cranky. He would go through periods of ok, but a lot of the time he yelled and pitched fits. Even Bobby was cranky pants. They couldn’t agree on which way to go or what animals to see. It wasn’t a constant, which led me to believe it was just tired, so that isn’t as bad. They would laugh at times, and they did enjoy the animals, so I guess that is good.
They both crashed hard on the way home. Not shocked.
We had them run outside when we got home, got them their favorite dinner, bathed them and even had them watch their show, but they just couldn’t get past the cranky. I know both of them were up a couple times last night. Just one of the many reasons I couldn’t sleep well. I was hot, my back hurt, someone texted Ken at 2:00 am (turns out it was Aaron, and let’s say I am not shocked) and the cats were in crazy all night. The time I did sleep was filled with this wacky dream that included Stephanie getting married (to her husband, mind you) at this cool church. She was wearing this funky pink dress with strawberries on it (yes, think strawberry shortcake) and blue sparkles. I also kept having to explain to her one friend why this was important to them. There was a lot of set up and a lot of things we all needed to do for the ceremony. I think I might have been a bridesmaid. I don’t know though. I just know I was in charge of a lot of stuff. It was a fun dream, but I wish I could of dreamed more since it was so funny.
I suppose at least it wasn’t a SPORE dream which kept me up the other night.
My face was all broken out this morning, which royally sucks. Not sure what caused all of that. Never fun to wake up at age 33 and look like you are 16. Ok, no, I would love to look like I did at 16, zits and all, but all I got this time were the zits.
I am off of meds. One, because I thought that I should see how bad I am so I can reassess the sick. Second, I am out of pills. No, but I also didn’t do the cough syrup last night. And in all fairness, aside from some morning coughing today, I am not that bad. My nose is a mess, but that is something I can deal with right now. It gets clogged, then drippy, then it is clear. It is a strange cycle. The only other problem is I feel hot. Like constantly. Not sure what that is about. Menopause?
In hindsight, I am thinking I should of just given Dax my watch since he loves it. He might have been more cheery. Either that or my watch would now be in the gorilla habitat since he does have a tendency of tossing things he likes just because.
We had 4 people tell us how cute Dax’s hair was. I like that people like it, but is it bad that all I can think is, why isn’t anyone saying how cute Bobby is? I am like this weird fairness police. I don’t know what it is. I want my boys to be treated evenly, yet not. I am sure it is just my over protective nature with them.
I need to hit up Target either today or tomorrow (tomorrow makes more sense since I get paid). I need conditioner, generic pull ups for Dax, and some new apricot scrub. Plus, I haven’t been there in like a week!
Talked to Lyn last night. She is in the hospital after her surgery to remove all of the organs that her cancer poked. This included all of her reproductive organs, her colon, and her large intestine. Hopefully, though, this means that the cancer went into the same bio hazard waste bag. She sounded in good spirits, albeit tired, but that could be the awesomeness that is the morphine drip. She is on clear liquids now, which I think is a good sign. I know that when they got me apple juice in the hospital, it meant I was on the road to recovery. BTW, as another reminder, seriously, hospital apple juice is the best apple juice on the planet. Perhaps it is because it is mixed with a dash of hope and a hint of “its about time”. The doc had told her that she would be out in 5 to 7 days (it has been a week I think today). Realistically, she has a few more days since she had a bout with some low blood pressure and some problems with pain management. Plus, clear liquids is not the formula for release. She will need to be able to eat a little more so they can tell that the new waste management system is in working order. It is a shame we don’t live closer to San Francisco since she said she doesn’t have a ton of visitors. I know I would try to go every afternoon after work. It is what I did when my mom was in the hospital. I also know what it is like to be in the hospital with not a lot of people. People are busy, especially during the day, and even in the evening. So it is hard to get visitors. So hopefully when she gets out, we can find a weekend to get up there and see her.
Ok, this is a little concerning. I just put on lotion, and I can’t smell it. I know that I am clogged, but it worries me. Ok, I can smell it if I put the palm of my hand up to my nose, I can get a faint smell. Wow.
I think I can get off this mailing list now. I just got an email on tips for proper breast feeding.
When I breathe deeply, I feel fluid. Not fun.
I need to turn off my computer here and really clean the keyboard. Maybe I will do that this afternoon when I shut down.
It has been a decently busy morning. This is a good thing. It meant that I wasn’t bored out of my skull.
Have I mentioned that guys can be complete idiots? Who says to a girl you are dating, “I am attracted to you, I'm just not overly attracted to you”. Some total dumb ass, that is who. And seriously, if you are going to flirt it up with some chick, tell people she is your online girlfriend, then what is the deal when you just stop talking to her? She knew you had an ex that is the mom of your kid and that you didn’t know what the deal was there, but all she ever asked for was honesty. I get so frustrated sometimes when I hear of the completely asinine things these guys say and do to them. Sheesh!
Can’t tell if I am having problems breathing because of the cold or the hypochondria, which is bad. I don’t want to ignore a problem, but I don’t want to over react to my crazy. Of course, all of this puts me into a panic attack Luckily, lunch time shortly, which means I can get distracted by the net.
Yesterday was a lot of activity. I went to work despite not really being scheduled. I was able to get a 4 day weekend out of it, though, so this is good. I busted my butt all morning, getting every report done and getting my statements sent out. Plus all of my other normal work stuff. This included a lengthy phone call with someone in our warranty department who didn’t seem to understand that no amount of explanation was good enough to allow our mutual customer an out on why he didn’t contact me regarding past due. That was more tedious than anything else I did.
Ken called for the morning report and asked if I could leave early, like around 1 since Maria told my upset children when they arrived that they shouldn’t be upset since I would be picking them up to go to the zoo soon. No joke. She didn’t know the new schedule. Luckily, I managed to get everything done and was able to leave at about noon. This meant that Ken and I got the boys to the zoo by 1, which was awesome. Most of the school kids were in the process of leaving, which meant that we didn’t have huge crowds to contend with.
Of course, we didn’t take into consideration the idea that the boys didn’t nap. We assumed that they would sleep on the way, but instead, they were chatty. They were fine for the first bit, but then Dax started getting cranky. He would go through periods of ok, but a lot of the time he yelled and pitched fits. Even Bobby was cranky pants. They couldn’t agree on which way to go or what animals to see. It wasn’t a constant, which led me to believe it was just tired, so that isn’t as bad. They would laugh at times, and they did enjoy the animals, so I guess that is good.
They both crashed hard on the way home. Not shocked.
We had them run outside when we got home, got them their favorite dinner, bathed them and even had them watch their show, but they just couldn’t get past the cranky. I know both of them were up a couple times last night. Just one of the many reasons I couldn’t sleep well. I was hot, my back hurt, someone texted Ken at 2:00 am (turns out it was Aaron, and let’s say I am not shocked) and the cats were in crazy all night. The time I did sleep was filled with this wacky dream that included Stephanie getting married (to her husband, mind you) at this cool church. She was wearing this funky pink dress with strawberries on it (yes, think strawberry shortcake) and blue sparkles. I also kept having to explain to her one friend why this was important to them. There was a lot of set up and a lot of things we all needed to do for the ceremony. I think I might have been a bridesmaid. I don’t know though. I just know I was in charge of a lot of stuff. It was a fun dream, but I wish I could of dreamed more since it was so funny.
I suppose at least it wasn’t a SPORE dream which kept me up the other night.
My face was all broken out this morning, which royally sucks. Not sure what caused all of that. Never fun to wake up at age 33 and look like you are 16. Ok, no, I would love to look like I did at 16, zits and all, but all I got this time were the zits.
I am off of meds. One, because I thought that I should see how bad I am so I can reassess the sick. Second, I am out of pills. No, but I also didn’t do the cough syrup last night. And in all fairness, aside from some morning coughing today, I am not that bad. My nose is a mess, but that is something I can deal with right now. It gets clogged, then drippy, then it is clear. It is a strange cycle. The only other problem is I feel hot. Like constantly. Not sure what that is about. Menopause?
In hindsight, I am thinking I should of just given Dax my watch since he loves it. He might have been more cheery. Either that or my watch would now be in the gorilla habitat since he does have a tendency of tossing things he likes just because.
We had 4 people tell us how cute Dax’s hair was. I like that people like it, but is it bad that all I can think is, why isn’t anyone saying how cute Bobby is? I am like this weird fairness police. I don’t know what it is. I want my boys to be treated evenly, yet not. I am sure it is just my over protective nature with them.
I need to hit up Target either today or tomorrow (tomorrow makes more sense since I get paid). I need conditioner, generic pull ups for Dax, and some new apricot scrub. Plus, I haven’t been there in like a week!
Talked to Lyn last night. She is in the hospital after her surgery to remove all of the organs that her cancer poked. This included all of her reproductive organs, her colon, and her large intestine. Hopefully, though, this means that the cancer went into the same bio hazard waste bag. She sounded in good spirits, albeit tired, but that could be the awesomeness that is the morphine drip. She is on clear liquids now, which I think is a good sign. I know that when they got me apple juice in the hospital, it meant I was on the road to recovery. BTW, as another reminder, seriously, hospital apple juice is the best apple juice on the planet. Perhaps it is because it is mixed with a dash of hope and a hint of “its about time”. The doc had told her that she would be out in 5 to 7 days (it has been a week I think today). Realistically, she has a few more days since she had a bout with some low blood pressure and some problems with pain management. Plus, clear liquids is not the formula for release. She will need to be able to eat a little more so they can tell that the new waste management system is in working order. It is a shame we don’t live closer to San Francisco since she said she doesn’t have a ton of visitors. I know I would try to go every afternoon after work. It is what I did when my mom was in the hospital. I also know what it is like to be in the hospital with not a lot of people. People are busy, especially during the day, and even in the evening. So it is hard to get visitors. So hopefully when she gets out, we can find a weekend to get up there and see her.
Ok, this is a little concerning. I just put on lotion, and I can’t smell it. I know that I am clogged, but it worries me. Ok, I can smell it if I put the palm of my hand up to my nose, I can get a faint smell. Wow.
I think I can get off this mailing list now. I just got an email on tips for proper breast feeding.
When I breathe deeply, I feel fluid. Not fun.
I need to turn off my computer here and really clean the keyboard. Maybe I will do that this afternoon when I shut down.
It has been a decently busy morning. This is a good thing. It meant that I wasn’t bored out of my skull.
Have I mentioned that guys can be complete idiots? Who says to a girl you are dating, “I am attracted to you, I'm just not overly attracted to you”. Some total dumb ass, that is who. And seriously, if you are going to flirt it up with some chick, tell people she is your online girlfriend, then what is the deal when you just stop talking to her? She knew you had an ex that is the mom of your kid and that you didn’t know what the deal was there, but all she ever asked for was honesty. I get so frustrated sometimes when I hear of the completely asinine things these guys say and do to them. Sheesh!
Can’t tell if I am having problems breathing because of the cold or the hypochondria, which is bad. I don’t want to ignore a problem, but I don’t want to over react to my crazy. Of course, all of this puts me into a panic attack Luckily, lunch time shortly, which means I can get distracted by the net.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
still sick
5-26-09
I am fuzzy this morning. I am not sure if that is medication talking or just the lack of sleep. In all fairness, I got 6 and a half hours of sleep, so this is pretty standard. However, the night before, I had less. Plus, this annoying sick just doesn’t want to leave me alone. The pills I had been taking to decongest seem to have done just the opposite. My nose has been stuffy all weekend long. I didn’t take any pills Sunday or yesterday, and took two this morning. I wanted to give myself a break off of them, but I wanted to breathe at work. I wonder if that is why I am fuzzy. My coughing has fits of bad, and then nothing for a while, so this is a good thing.
Jenni was here on Sunday, which was awesome! She got to the house early afternoon, and we hung out back, watching the kids play in the pool while we visited. My folks got there around 3, and we had lots of good food. Ken and I had made skewers with chicken, bell peppers and onion. We had picked up some of the best corn on the cob I have ever had on Saturday at the So Fresh Market. I also made some brownie bites. It was good all around.
Twitter: The TV Series? Are you kidding me?
I can’t focus.
My nose keeps leaking. Eeewww!
Today was supposed to be a busy day, being that I was supposed to have reports to work on. Ok, in all fairness, it was a 50/50 shot on this. Close was Friday, and that means on Mondays they run the close reports. Well, with yesterday being a holiday, nothing was done. There was a chance that people would have done the reports anyway. They did not. This really isn’t a big deal since normally I would then just do the reports tomorrow. The problem? I have a furlough day tomorrow and my plan was to take the boys to the zoo! Sure, I could just take Thursday off instead, but Ken is actually going to go with us now tomorrow (we are just going a couple hours later than I had originally planned) and on Thursday he would not be able to. Do I tell them that I am out tomorrow? Do I just do the reports on Thursday when I return? Do I make my back up do them? I just don’t know yet. I will have to play it by ear and see how I feel. Who knows, maybe I need to tell him that I will take Friday off instead. Or some day next week? Maybe Monday? I could check with Ken to see when he would best be able to go with us to the zoo in the morning. I just saw that the zoo has Sesame Street people there on Sunday. Of course, that would be just straight up crazy to go that day. Too bad it isn’t on a week day. I suppose if I do work tomorrow, I can take my time in figuring out the best alternate day.
No cold meds before work anymore.
We caught up on House this weekend, which was great. Damn, that show rocks. In fact, we are caught up on all the shows that had their season finales this last couple weeks. The only shows we are not caught up on are things like Family Guy and Simpsons, which are easier to watch with the kids or not in any order. We were watching a Family Guy yesterday and Bobby had never really watched before. Brian says something and Bobby looks at me all shocked and says, “Mom, the dog just talked? What the heck?” It was awesome.
It was nice going out with Jenni Sunday night. She helped with the bedtime rituals for the boys (Bobby asked Auntie Jenni to read him a bedtime story) and lucky for me, Dax fell asleep with me reading, so Ken didn’t have to worry too much (of course, Jenni and I got back in the midst of Dax’s first night terror, which sucked). We went to TGI Fridays and had a couple of drinks, an appetizer and desert. I wasn’t as impressed with the place as I had been in the past. Then again, I wasn’t eating dinner, and being that both Jenni and I were exhausted and not feeling well, drinking till we needed a cab was not something that was super appealing. But it was still cool to get out. We got to chat face to face, which just doesn’t happen much when you live 400 miles apart. LOL! After Fridays, I showed her Ken and my dream block and the house we had looked at. I showed her my work and we just drove around a bit, talking.
When we got back, she had some quizzes to do online, so we hung out, Ken included, for a couple hours, all of us on our respective computers. It was fun. Ken was able to help Jenni on her computer questions. We all got to bed around 1.
Ken was awesome and got up with our early risers and kept them in Bobby’s room, watching a movie on his laptop, allowing Jenni and I to get a couple extra hours of sleep. Once Jenni and I got up, Ken went back to bed for a couple hours. It worked out well.
Saturday was productive. Our So Fresh Market visit and grocery store visit was great! At the So Fresh Market, Radio Disney had this kids thing that for $5, the boys could do these crafts like decorating an apron or a rice krispie treat, they got a t-shirt, and each got these little baking sets that included little rolling pins, pot holders, place mats, cup cake tins, measuring spoons, cookie cutters and a spatula. Plus, they get stuff all year long now. Not bad!
Bobby was acting odd again, which made me worried. He complained about being tired, and we got him a smoothie and he perked up. Not sure if he was really just tired or just not wanting to be there, but he gets all lethargic, pissy, and almost seems to sleep while walking. He did the same thing at the fire demonstration. Both times, water or even a little cookie perked him up. Of course, this made us wonder if it was diabetes since Daniel, his cousin, has it. It could just be, he was tired. It could be dehydration. We don’t know, but we are keeping an eye on it. It seems to happen after a lot of activity, which makes sense on it just being tired. He ate good breakfast before, but maybe not the right stuff. We will watch, and I think I will email Holly to see if she can give me some insight on what to look for. Other than the two small instances, he was fine. Then again, he also seems to want lots of milk at night and water if that isn’t available. It this stalling for time or a serious health issue? This morning, he came out and about broke down in tears asking for a cup of milk in bed. Mind you, he didn’t even give me a chance to answer before the breakdown. So I don’t know what that was about.
Ok, I just talked to Tammy as my sounding board, and she thinks that it totally makes sense to work tomorrow and then take a different day off like Friday or Monday. I am waiting on talking to Ken and then I will see what his days are like (I would imagine his session is coming to an end, so it is possible that he might have a day with no classes soon. We will see. The boss just came in, and I didn’t tell him anything. I will wait.
It isn’t good that people keep pointing out how bad I sound with this sick.
Isn’t it going to suck if I end up coming in tomorrow and the report didn’t run right and won’t be ready until Thursday?
Ok, Supervisor guy here who runs the close is going to be gone a couple of days because his dad is dying. I think that makes my decision for me. I should be here tomorrow. I can take off next Monday or something.
Because of the lack of reports, I find my day to be dragging. Dammit!
Stupid California. Stupid prop 8.
I am super annoyed at Bristol Palin, but I just don’t have it in me to write about her today. Perhaps I will formulate some thoughts on the topic and write it up later this week.
I now am working tomorrow and have changed my furlough to the 12th of June. This means I get a 4 day weekend for my birthday! Woo Hoo!
I am fuzzy this morning. I am not sure if that is medication talking or just the lack of sleep. In all fairness, I got 6 and a half hours of sleep, so this is pretty standard. However, the night before, I had less. Plus, this annoying sick just doesn’t want to leave me alone. The pills I had been taking to decongest seem to have done just the opposite. My nose has been stuffy all weekend long. I didn’t take any pills Sunday or yesterday, and took two this morning. I wanted to give myself a break off of them, but I wanted to breathe at work. I wonder if that is why I am fuzzy. My coughing has fits of bad, and then nothing for a while, so this is a good thing.
Jenni was here on Sunday, which was awesome! She got to the house early afternoon, and we hung out back, watching the kids play in the pool while we visited. My folks got there around 3, and we had lots of good food. Ken and I had made skewers with chicken, bell peppers and onion. We had picked up some of the best corn on the cob I have ever had on Saturday at the So Fresh Market. I also made some brownie bites. It was good all around.
Twitter: The TV Series? Are you kidding me?
I can’t focus.
My nose keeps leaking. Eeewww!
Today was supposed to be a busy day, being that I was supposed to have reports to work on. Ok, in all fairness, it was a 50/50 shot on this. Close was Friday, and that means on Mondays they run the close reports. Well, with yesterday being a holiday, nothing was done. There was a chance that people would have done the reports anyway. They did not. This really isn’t a big deal since normally I would then just do the reports tomorrow. The problem? I have a furlough day tomorrow and my plan was to take the boys to the zoo! Sure, I could just take Thursday off instead, but Ken is actually going to go with us now tomorrow (we are just going a couple hours later than I had originally planned) and on Thursday he would not be able to. Do I tell them that I am out tomorrow? Do I just do the reports on Thursday when I return? Do I make my back up do them? I just don’t know yet. I will have to play it by ear and see how I feel. Who knows, maybe I need to tell him that I will take Friday off instead. Or some day next week? Maybe Monday? I could check with Ken to see when he would best be able to go with us to the zoo in the morning. I just saw that the zoo has Sesame Street people there on Sunday. Of course, that would be just straight up crazy to go that day. Too bad it isn’t on a week day. I suppose if I do work tomorrow, I can take my time in figuring out the best alternate day.
No cold meds before work anymore.
We caught up on House this weekend, which was great. Damn, that show rocks. In fact, we are caught up on all the shows that had their season finales this last couple weeks. The only shows we are not caught up on are things like Family Guy and Simpsons, which are easier to watch with the kids or not in any order. We were watching a Family Guy yesterday and Bobby had never really watched before. Brian says something and Bobby looks at me all shocked and says, “Mom, the dog just talked? What the heck?” It was awesome.
It was nice going out with Jenni Sunday night. She helped with the bedtime rituals for the boys (Bobby asked Auntie Jenni to read him a bedtime story) and lucky for me, Dax fell asleep with me reading, so Ken didn’t have to worry too much (of course, Jenni and I got back in the midst of Dax’s first night terror, which sucked). We went to TGI Fridays and had a couple of drinks, an appetizer and desert. I wasn’t as impressed with the place as I had been in the past. Then again, I wasn’t eating dinner, and being that both Jenni and I were exhausted and not feeling well, drinking till we needed a cab was not something that was super appealing. But it was still cool to get out. We got to chat face to face, which just doesn’t happen much when you live 400 miles apart. LOL! After Fridays, I showed her Ken and my dream block and the house we had looked at. I showed her my work and we just drove around a bit, talking.
When we got back, she had some quizzes to do online, so we hung out, Ken included, for a couple hours, all of us on our respective computers. It was fun. Ken was able to help Jenni on her computer questions. We all got to bed around 1.
Ken was awesome and got up with our early risers and kept them in Bobby’s room, watching a movie on his laptop, allowing Jenni and I to get a couple extra hours of sleep. Once Jenni and I got up, Ken went back to bed for a couple hours. It worked out well.
Saturday was productive. Our So Fresh Market visit and grocery store visit was great! At the So Fresh Market, Radio Disney had this kids thing that for $5, the boys could do these crafts like decorating an apron or a rice krispie treat, they got a t-shirt, and each got these little baking sets that included little rolling pins, pot holders, place mats, cup cake tins, measuring spoons, cookie cutters and a spatula. Plus, they get stuff all year long now. Not bad!
Bobby was acting odd again, which made me worried. He complained about being tired, and we got him a smoothie and he perked up. Not sure if he was really just tired or just not wanting to be there, but he gets all lethargic, pissy, and almost seems to sleep while walking. He did the same thing at the fire demonstration. Both times, water or even a little cookie perked him up. Of course, this made us wonder if it was diabetes since Daniel, his cousin, has it. It could just be, he was tired. It could be dehydration. We don’t know, but we are keeping an eye on it. It seems to happen after a lot of activity, which makes sense on it just being tired. He ate good breakfast before, but maybe not the right stuff. We will watch, and I think I will email Holly to see if she can give me some insight on what to look for. Other than the two small instances, he was fine. Then again, he also seems to want lots of milk at night and water if that isn’t available. It this stalling for time or a serious health issue? This morning, he came out and about broke down in tears asking for a cup of milk in bed. Mind you, he didn’t even give me a chance to answer before the breakdown. So I don’t know what that was about.
Ok, I just talked to Tammy as my sounding board, and she thinks that it totally makes sense to work tomorrow and then take a different day off like Friday or Monday. I am waiting on talking to Ken and then I will see what his days are like (I would imagine his session is coming to an end, so it is possible that he might have a day with no classes soon. We will see. The boss just came in, and I didn’t tell him anything. I will wait.
It isn’t good that people keep pointing out how bad I sound with this sick.
Isn’t it going to suck if I end up coming in tomorrow and the report didn’t run right and won’t be ready until Thursday?
Ok, Supervisor guy here who runs the close is going to be gone a couple of days because his dad is dying. I think that makes my decision for me. I should be here tomorrow. I can take off next Monday or something.
Because of the lack of reports, I find my day to be dragging. Dammit!
Stupid California. Stupid prop 8.
I am super annoyed at Bristol Palin, but I just don’t have it in me to write about her today. Perhaps I will formulate some thoughts on the topic and write it up later this week.
I now am working tomorrow and have changed my furlough to the 12th of June. This means I get a 4 day weekend for my birthday! Woo Hoo!
Friday, May 22, 2009
For the love of a child
5-22-09
Two of the big stories this week have been about two moms who have gone to extraordinary measures to keep their children away from reasonable, proper medical care. You have got to wonder what these women are thinking. One is somewhere in Mexico, looking for alternative medicine to help with her son’s cancer because she, and supposedly her son, both don’t want to continue with chemotherapy. The other, a mom with a 14 year old son who is, wait for it, 500 pounds. The authorities are after her because they feel that this unhealthy weight is her fault and want to get this child some real help.
When I heard both stories, I found myself torn. On one end, there is the feeling of camaraderie with these mothers. Despite their ignorance in terms of what it best for their offspring, they do love their kids. Think of it this way, if they truly didn’t care, wouldn’t it just be easier to give the kids to the police, let them deal with the health issues and be done with it? The woman whose child is dying from cancer has indicated that she didn’t want her child to suffer through the rigors of chemo. Granted, cancer is no picnic, either, but I can understand the irrational thought process that wants to keep your son out of harm’s way.
In today’s society, every little thing we do for our children is looked at under a microscope. Not just in how we treat a cancerous mass in their little bodies, either. Everything from whether we breastfed or formula fed, pacifier or no pacifier, even just how we got the kid out of our bodies in the first place is criticized. It doesn’t just stop when they are infants. Potty training, teaching them to read, what foods they consume, every significant and insignificant step in childhood is a test for a mother. I have a 4 year old, and already, I feel as though I have failed him at times. I see my 2 year old learning things quicker, and I think to myself, I guess at least I learned from my mistakes with Bobby and now Dax stands a chance. Mind you, these little mistakes are just with getting them to pee in the toilet or how to get them to put on their own shirt. Not headline making, yet I feel the pressure.
Fast forward 10 years for me. When Bobby is 14, and possibly going by Robert, how competent will I be? It will no longer be Dr. Seuss I will have to worry about but Algebra and pre calculus. Is my son being stimulated enough in the classroom, is he well rounded outside of school. Is he nice to other kids, or is he a bully? All of these things that all parents deal with, and have dealt with for years, and yet it is so much different today than even 5 years ago. Don’t even look back 10 or 20 or even 30, because you will see that despite our parents’ and grandparents’ drives to push their kids to succeed, they didn’t have the crazy that is the internet, 24 hour news stories on new learning tools, and TLC programs showing us how a family of 18 kids can be more efficient than one with only 2.
Now let’s add to the mix some horrible words. Cancer. Obesity. These are only two of the many things we may have to deal with. Now put those words in conjunction with your child’s name. Bobby has cancer. Dax is morbidly obese. They send chills through your body and although some may be able to step up in ways that don’t seem humanly possible, doesn’t it seem also possible that some parents will simply crack from that kind of pressure?
We do what we think is best for our kids. Most people truly do. They don’t sit idly by on the sideline watching their son or daughter suffer though the beast that is flowing through their blood or feel good when their kid can’t make it up a flight of stairs without wheezing. Often our best isn’t good enough, and yes, we turn to doctors for their help and expertise. We look to them for guidance. What we don’t always realize is that, despite their years of training, despite their vast knowledge, we have been trained to not trust them.
Think about it. How many malpractice suits are filed each year? How many times have we been told to get a second opinion about something as trivial as a bad cough? We glamorize doctors in sitcoms and dramas every night on our television, and yet we don’t even listen to our own physician who is there on our team of wellness.
When we then hear a doctor telling us the pain and agony our child, our baby will go through to kill the cancer. We hear that our child, our baby will go through food withdrawals and it will be tough. Of course we know the benefits, but haven’t we been good about keeping them from harm’s way to begin with? And even though this is harm to bring about a greater good, our gut reaction is often surprising when we decline a treatment only to keep them from shedding one tear.
I of course understand that despite my sympathy for these mothers who have to overcome nature and push past their human shield, that bottom line is, it is in fact a village that raises these children. Of course, it wasn’t my next door neighbor that stayed up late at night with my son at their breast, but they may have been up, trying to not call the cops for the loud baby cries. It wasn’t the Ralph’s employee who dressed my son in the morning, but it was him who guided him back to me when he wandered off. It was I who taught him how to walk, but it is that special teacher that really taught them how to fly with a love of science. We all have a hand in every one person’s life, and with that, when we see a mother, who is stressed beyond her capacity to think rationally, we have to step up, we have to help. Not just the child, but her as well.
I hope with all my heart that even though these two women were wrong in taking their children away from the village that wants to help, we still can stop and put ourselves in their shoes. It isn’t easy being alone while raising a child, and perhaps if they understand that, future decisions that they make will be more beneficial to not only her, but to her child.
Even though I am sure that my life is going to be bombarded with advice, success stories and tragic tales all surrounding every aspect of my boys’ upbringing, I want to make sure to take from that the good that truly is intended. Hopefully it isn’t too late for these two women to really be able to grasp that and I hope that they get the help their kids need as soon as possible. I think once they do, the healing their kids will be going through will not be the only healing. They too, need our support to get them to a point where they know, they were never alone in the fight for their child’s health.
Two of the big stories this week have been about two moms who have gone to extraordinary measures to keep their children away from reasonable, proper medical care. You have got to wonder what these women are thinking. One is somewhere in Mexico, looking for alternative medicine to help with her son’s cancer because she, and supposedly her son, both don’t want to continue with chemotherapy. The other, a mom with a 14 year old son who is, wait for it, 500 pounds. The authorities are after her because they feel that this unhealthy weight is her fault and want to get this child some real help.
When I heard both stories, I found myself torn. On one end, there is the feeling of camaraderie with these mothers. Despite their ignorance in terms of what it best for their offspring, they do love their kids. Think of it this way, if they truly didn’t care, wouldn’t it just be easier to give the kids to the police, let them deal with the health issues and be done with it? The woman whose child is dying from cancer has indicated that she didn’t want her child to suffer through the rigors of chemo. Granted, cancer is no picnic, either, but I can understand the irrational thought process that wants to keep your son out of harm’s way.
In today’s society, every little thing we do for our children is looked at under a microscope. Not just in how we treat a cancerous mass in their little bodies, either. Everything from whether we breastfed or formula fed, pacifier or no pacifier, even just how we got the kid out of our bodies in the first place is criticized. It doesn’t just stop when they are infants. Potty training, teaching them to read, what foods they consume, every significant and insignificant step in childhood is a test for a mother. I have a 4 year old, and already, I feel as though I have failed him at times. I see my 2 year old learning things quicker, and I think to myself, I guess at least I learned from my mistakes with Bobby and now Dax stands a chance. Mind you, these little mistakes are just with getting them to pee in the toilet or how to get them to put on their own shirt. Not headline making, yet I feel the pressure.
Fast forward 10 years for me. When Bobby is 14, and possibly going by Robert, how competent will I be? It will no longer be Dr. Seuss I will have to worry about but Algebra and pre calculus. Is my son being stimulated enough in the classroom, is he well rounded outside of school. Is he nice to other kids, or is he a bully? All of these things that all parents deal with, and have dealt with for years, and yet it is so much different today than even 5 years ago. Don’t even look back 10 or 20 or even 30, because you will see that despite our parents’ and grandparents’ drives to push their kids to succeed, they didn’t have the crazy that is the internet, 24 hour news stories on new learning tools, and TLC programs showing us how a family of 18 kids can be more efficient than one with only 2.
Now let’s add to the mix some horrible words. Cancer. Obesity. These are only two of the many things we may have to deal with. Now put those words in conjunction with your child’s name. Bobby has cancer. Dax is morbidly obese. They send chills through your body and although some may be able to step up in ways that don’t seem humanly possible, doesn’t it seem also possible that some parents will simply crack from that kind of pressure?
We do what we think is best for our kids. Most people truly do. They don’t sit idly by on the sideline watching their son or daughter suffer though the beast that is flowing through their blood or feel good when their kid can’t make it up a flight of stairs without wheezing. Often our best isn’t good enough, and yes, we turn to doctors for their help and expertise. We look to them for guidance. What we don’t always realize is that, despite their years of training, despite their vast knowledge, we have been trained to not trust them.
Think about it. How many malpractice suits are filed each year? How many times have we been told to get a second opinion about something as trivial as a bad cough? We glamorize doctors in sitcoms and dramas every night on our television, and yet we don’t even listen to our own physician who is there on our team of wellness.
When we then hear a doctor telling us the pain and agony our child, our baby will go through to kill the cancer. We hear that our child, our baby will go through food withdrawals and it will be tough. Of course we know the benefits, but haven’t we been good about keeping them from harm’s way to begin with? And even though this is harm to bring about a greater good, our gut reaction is often surprising when we decline a treatment only to keep them from shedding one tear.
I of course understand that despite my sympathy for these mothers who have to overcome nature and push past their human shield, that bottom line is, it is in fact a village that raises these children. Of course, it wasn’t my next door neighbor that stayed up late at night with my son at their breast, but they may have been up, trying to not call the cops for the loud baby cries. It wasn’t the Ralph’s employee who dressed my son in the morning, but it was him who guided him back to me when he wandered off. It was I who taught him how to walk, but it is that special teacher that really taught them how to fly with a love of science. We all have a hand in every one person’s life, and with that, when we see a mother, who is stressed beyond her capacity to think rationally, we have to step up, we have to help. Not just the child, but her as well.
I hope with all my heart that even though these two women were wrong in taking their children away from the village that wants to help, we still can stop and put ourselves in their shoes. It isn’t easy being alone while raising a child, and perhaps if they understand that, future decisions that they make will be more beneficial to not only her, but to her child.
Even though I am sure that my life is going to be bombarded with advice, success stories and tragic tales all surrounding every aspect of my boys’ upbringing, I want to make sure to take from that the good that truly is intended. Hopefully it isn’t too late for these two women to really be able to grasp that and I hope that they get the help their kids need as soon as possible. I think once they do, the healing their kids will be going through will not be the only healing. They too, need our support to get them to a point where they know, they were never alone in the fight for their child’s health.
less coughing
5-22-09
I went to the doc yesterday to find out what was going on with this cough of mine. I am glad I did. The doc, one I had not seen before who is new, was awesome! Very funny, and he told me that my cough sounds pretty much just like the sick that is going around. People are congested, then get the cough which just doesn’t seem to want to go away. So he put in a prescription of cough syrup with some codeine, and had me get some of this Mucinex-D that is over the counter. So far, it seems to be working great. I am still coughing, but I didn’t have the full cough fit this morning where I almost puke up my lung. I have been coughing, but not as much. Plus, I feel like each cough has been more effective. So this is good.
This morning is going to be potentially annoying. I have a customer that I have been fighting with this whole week and unfortunately my boss is now going to be involved. It will end up being a headache, and my hopes to have full control over the fate of this account is now going to be in someone else’s hands, so that annoys me. But hopefully because all of the ducks I have in a row for this, it will be very easy for me to prove I am right. I even ran this all by the second in command (not my manger, but he is essentially the next one on the totem pole) and he said what I have done thus far is way reasonable. So cross your fingers.
I tried to be super mom yesterday and failed miserably. We went to the store to get my meds, and Dax was cranky pants. He was just surly and grumpy, and he was screaming because we didn’t go down the aisle he wanted to go down. When we were going down the aisle I needed to go down to get some spaghetti sauce, I noticed a SpongeBob Square Pants mac and cheese. Both the boys were thrilled, and since the boxes were only a buck a piece on sale, we got two and I told them I would be more than happy to make that for their dinner. Cheers all around and I was happy. Even happier when the check out lady charged me for 3 mac and cheese but not butter. LOL!
As we walked to the car, both of them holding their box of pasta, I told them it would be SpongeBob night. A little party. They were jumping up and down excited. I remembered we had some SpongeBob party hats, and I was going through my head trying to think what else we had that we could use for the impromptu celebration. When we got home, I looked for cake mix and only found some in the form of Easy Bake oven mix, which I decided would work well in a pinch.
So I set to work on making mac and cheese, along with the pasta dish for Ken and I. I also fired up the Easy Bake and prepped the two little cakes. The boys were outside playing, and all was ok, for maybe 5 minutes.
Between the Easy Bake oven going psycho, the dog having random issues, and numerous fights, I was losing patience with this whole “party”. I got the cakes made, and drew with frosting these little mutant SpongeBobs on them, topping it off with my spray paint for cake (it is the coolest thing. I can make a cake yellow with this can just like you are spray painting a house). I brought out the mac and cheese along with hats out to their little table for them to eat. Bobby gladly ate, but Dax opted to just dink around. The dog decided to take a dump right next to their table, which meant as I was heading into the house to get their milk, the boys were yelling, “Mommy!!!! Poop!!!!” Sigh.
Dax never ate, which meant no cake. He also was annoyed with his hat. Bobby was a trooper, and seemed happy, yet after he ate, and well, Dax didn’t, they were playing and within 10 minutes, screams, crying, who knows what happened. I finally threw in the towel and told them to come inside. They were not happy, but to give us all some sanity, I had to pull the plug on the party.
Clearly, Dax wasn’t done being a pill. First off, he was running around the house, and if I didn’t know any better, it was as if he was trying to get hurt. He ran into the chair at least a half a dozen times, each time injuring everything from his toe to his ribs. No joke. He kept walking in front of Bobby and Ken who were trying to watch Speed Racer. He was cranky on the toilet. He wanted to go pee, yet when on the pot he just dinked around.
Bed time came and Dax was out of sorts even more so. Turns out, he was upset since we did not watch the standard right before bedtime episode of SpongeBob’s Best Day Ever. We opted to bring them both out (Bobby was already out, having some milk right before he turned in) and let them watch it. This was happy making for Dax who finally went to sleep. Bobby on the other hand went wacky. I am not even sure what his problem was. He wanted a story, despite his choice to do game not story. He wanted to ask us a hundred questions. He wanted Ken to read to him. He just wasn’t happy going to bed. On the plus side, he didn’t come back out when Ken finally closed his door, but this wasn’t till 8:30, which is way late. It is hard to walk out when they are upset and crying over things. You don’t want to feel like you are being mean or maybe not taking enough time to find out what the deal is. But in reality, it is just he is 4, is afraid he is missing out on something and bedtime is evil to him.
Let’s hope he doesn’t do these shenanigans tonight. I have a big weekend ahead of me, and I would like us all to be happy and rested.
Tonight, I am still going to my parent’s house, let the boys run around a bit. My whirlwind of cleaning will be tomorrow. I figure Ken can work outside while the boys play, and I can do the inside. It shouldn’t be too bad, but with Jenni coming on Sunday, and my parents for our little BBQ, I would like it to be neat.
OMG-mark this on your calendars. My boss just let me go with my own gut on this wack job customer. He didn’t ask me for background, he didn’t question my releasing an order on a customer that doesn’t warrant the credit line, and he told me to go ahead and email the guy back to tell him the payment plan, and he said to go ahead and be strict at first to see what I can get. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t making it into a huge pain in the ass, he did nothing. Of course, paranoia kicks in and wonders if he doesn’t care because I am getting laid off, but my hopeful is that he knows I know my shit and doesn’t feel the need to be all nitpicky on someone that is clearly a dead beat customer. Which is also crazy since he NEVER lets it go, especially when he is included in the email. I had Tammy pinch me to make sure it wasn’t a medicine induced haze I was in and perhaps I didn’t hear him right. I think I felt the pinch, but how would I know if I am in the drug induced haze?
My nose is still pretty congested, despite having taken my decongestant about 2 hours ago. I suppose it doesn’t make it all go away. I also seem to be coughing again. Although I was told it doesn’t sound as deep or as bad, so I guess that is good. I think that when I talk a bunch, I cough more, so if I am quiet, I should be ok.
I think tonight I will just make the boys sandwiches just so they both eat and I have no fights.
Cough drop seems to actually be helping, so this is good.
I think Bobby is going to work with Ken today. That will make him happy in the day, but possibly cranky pants later. He seems to think I am awful. Ok, not awful, just not the fun one for the day. Especially since when I come on the scene, we have things that require more of the mundane lame stuff. On the plus side, we go to Grandma’s so that is happy making. On the not so plus side, then I am even less cool since now he has work with Daddy, and fun with Grandma, then the rule maker Mommy comes on her shift.
I really want some curlers and a curling iron.
There is nothing more nerve wracking as a parent when your kids say things that would make you look evil. It is even worse when they say it in the grocery store. When the boys do something particularly cute, I would say, “You are so cute, can I keep you?” to which they would giggle and say yes. Daddy did something good, “Isn’t Daddy great, I think we should keep him” and they agreed with full laughter. Even Bobby got in on this, often telling me he was going to keep me. So then yesterday at the store, in the midst of our discussing the SpongeBob mac and cheese, Bobby tells me I rock. He tell him he does, and he then says, “I want you to keep me” which makes us both laugh. I tell him he is stuck with me and that I get to keep him forever, to which he replies, “yeah, I want you to keep me and not, um, kill me.” That just happened. Holy crap! Are other patrons now hearing this little boy tell him mom that he wants her to keep him and not off him? I about freaking died. They don’t know that Bobby talks about killing bad guys and kicking their butts. They don’t know our joke. All they possibly know is that I threaten my children with death instead of keeping them around. I didn’t see anyone glare or whip out their cell phones to call child services, so I think we were in the clear, but wow, that could be bad.
It appears the my work has removed the internet block. I don’t know that they meant to, or if they are trying to catch people being bad. I noticed that I didn’t have to use quota time yesterday when I did my lunch time surfing, and I also see images on sites that I can’t normally see. I wonder how long that will last.
Someone is making something in the kitchen and it smells bad.
My department is too quiet. Where is everyone?
Why does 90210 need to ever end their season? Can’t it just be new every week forever? I watched the season finale yesterday and was so excited for the next season to start back up. People went crazy, there was a baby, there were high parents, it had everything, even Brenda!!! I am so happy yet sad. Now I have to wait a few months for it to come back. What happened to the days when they did a summer season? That was the best. Ahhh…memories.
I wish my face wasn’t so oily.
Ok, I just wrote a piece that I will be really curious how people react to it. I often wonder if people understand that I don’t take both sides of an argument to piss of the opposite side. I want to look at the issue from all angles, see why it upsets some and pleases others. Get down to the nitty gritty of why bad people are bad and why good people are good. Only then I think will I be able to really have an opinion on a topic.
I have made it to noon, and I am happy about that. The coughing seems to have increased slightly, but it is manageable. I figure I have a little over 2 hours left and then I can go home for a nice, well deserved 3 day weekend.
I went to the doc yesterday to find out what was going on with this cough of mine. I am glad I did. The doc, one I had not seen before who is new, was awesome! Very funny, and he told me that my cough sounds pretty much just like the sick that is going around. People are congested, then get the cough which just doesn’t seem to want to go away. So he put in a prescription of cough syrup with some codeine, and had me get some of this Mucinex-D that is over the counter. So far, it seems to be working great. I am still coughing, but I didn’t have the full cough fit this morning where I almost puke up my lung. I have been coughing, but not as much. Plus, I feel like each cough has been more effective. So this is good.
This morning is going to be potentially annoying. I have a customer that I have been fighting with this whole week and unfortunately my boss is now going to be involved. It will end up being a headache, and my hopes to have full control over the fate of this account is now going to be in someone else’s hands, so that annoys me. But hopefully because all of the ducks I have in a row for this, it will be very easy for me to prove I am right. I even ran this all by the second in command (not my manger, but he is essentially the next one on the totem pole) and he said what I have done thus far is way reasonable. So cross your fingers.
I tried to be super mom yesterday and failed miserably. We went to the store to get my meds, and Dax was cranky pants. He was just surly and grumpy, and he was screaming because we didn’t go down the aisle he wanted to go down. When we were going down the aisle I needed to go down to get some spaghetti sauce, I noticed a SpongeBob Square Pants mac and cheese. Both the boys were thrilled, and since the boxes were only a buck a piece on sale, we got two and I told them I would be more than happy to make that for their dinner. Cheers all around and I was happy. Even happier when the check out lady charged me for 3 mac and cheese but not butter. LOL!
As we walked to the car, both of them holding their box of pasta, I told them it would be SpongeBob night. A little party. They were jumping up and down excited. I remembered we had some SpongeBob party hats, and I was going through my head trying to think what else we had that we could use for the impromptu celebration. When we got home, I looked for cake mix and only found some in the form of Easy Bake oven mix, which I decided would work well in a pinch.
So I set to work on making mac and cheese, along with the pasta dish for Ken and I. I also fired up the Easy Bake and prepped the two little cakes. The boys were outside playing, and all was ok, for maybe 5 minutes.
Between the Easy Bake oven going psycho, the dog having random issues, and numerous fights, I was losing patience with this whole “party”. I got the cakes made, and drew with frosting these little mutant SpongeBobs on them, topping it off with my spray paint for cake (it is the coolest thing. I can make a cake yellow with this can just like you are spray painting a house). I brought out the mac and cheese along with hats out to their little table for them to eat. Bobby gladly ate, but Dax opted to just dink around. The dog decided to take a dump right next to their table, which meant as I was heading into the house to get their milk, the boys were yelling, “Mommy!!!! Poop!!!!” Sigh.
Dax never ate, which meant no cake. He also was annoyed with his hat. Bobby was a trooper, and seemed happy, yet after he ate, and well, Dax didn’t, they were playing and within 10 minutes, screams, crying, who knows what happened. I finally threw in the towel and told them to come inside. They were not happy, but to give us all some sanity, I had to pull the plug on the party.
Clearly, Dax wasn’t done being a pill. First off, he was running around the house, and if I didn’t know any better, it was as if he was trying to get hurt. He ran into the chair at least a half a dozen times, each time injuring everything from his toe to his ribs. No joke. He kept walking in front of Bobby and Ken who were trying to watch Speed Racer. He was cranky on the toilet. He wanted to go pee, yet when on the pot he just dinked around.
Bed time came and Dax was out of sorts even more so. Turns out, he was upset since we did not watch the standard right before bedtime episode of SpongeBob’s Best Day Ever. We opted to bring them both out (Bobby was already out, having some milk right before he turned in) and let them watch it. This was happy making for Dax who finally went to sleep. Bobby on the other hand went wacky. I am not even sure what his problem was. He wanted a story, despite his choice to do game not story. He wanted to ask us a hundred questions. He wanted Ken to read to him. He just wasn’t happy going to bed. On the plus side, he didn’t come back out when Ken finally closed his door, but this wasn’t till 8:30, which is way late. It is hard to walk out when they are upset and crying over things. You don’t want to feel like you are being mean or maybe not taking enough time to find out what the deal is. But in reality, it is just he is 4, is afraid he is missing out on something and bedtime is evil to him.
Let’s hope he doesn’t do these shenanigans tonight. I have a big weekend ahead of me, and I would like us all to be happy and rested.
Tonight, I am still going to my parent’s house, let the boys run around a bit. My whirlwind of cleaning will be tomorrow. I figure Ken can work outside while the boys play, and I can do the inside. It shouldn’t be too bad, but with Jenni coming on Sunday, and my parents for our little BBQ, I would like it to be neat.
OMG-mark this on your calendars. My boss just let me go with my own gut on this wack job customer. He didn’t ask me for background, he didn’t question my releasing an order on a customer that doesn’t warrant the credit line, and he told me to go ahead and email the guy back to tell him the payment plan, and he said to go ahead and be strict at first to see what I can get. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t making it into a huge pain in the ass, he did nothing. Of course, paranoia kicks in and wonders if he doesn’t care because I am getting laid off, but my hopeful is that he knows I know my shit and doesn’t feel the need to be all nitpicky on someone that is clearly a dead beat customer. Which is also crazy since he NEVER lets it go, especially when he is included in the email. I had Tammy pinch me to make sure it wasn’t a medicine induced haze I was in and perhaps I didn’t hear him right. I think I felt the pinch, but how would I know if I am in the drug induced haze?
My nose is still pretty congested, despite having taken my decongestant about 2 hours ago. I suppose it doesn’t make it all go away. I also seem to be coughing again. Although I was told it doesn’t sound as deep or as bad, so I guess that is good. I think that when I talk a bunch, I cough more, so if I am quiet, I should be ok.
I think tonight I will just make the boys sandwiches just so they both eat and I have no fights.
Cough drop seems to actually be helping, so this is good.
I think Bobby is going to work with Ken today. That will make him happy in the day, but possibly cranky pants later. He seems to think I am awful. Ok, not awful, just not the fun one for the day. Especially since when I come on the scene, we have things that require more of the mundane lame stuff. On the plus side, we go to Grandma’s so that is happy making. On the not so plus side, then I am even less cool since now he has work with Daddy, and fun with Grandma, then the rule maker Mommy comes on her shift.
I really want some curlers and a curling iron.
There is nothing more nerve wracking as a parent when your kids say things that would make you look evil. It is even worse when they say it in the grocery store. When the boys do something particularly cute, I would say, “You are so cute, can I keep you?” to which they would giggle and say yes. Daddy did something good, “Isn’t Daddy great, I think we should keep him” and they agreed with full laughter. Even Bobby got in on this, often telling me he was going to keep me. So then yesterday at the store, in the midst of our discussing the SpongeBob mac and cheese, Bobby tells me I rock. He tell him he does, and he then says, “I want you to keep me” which makes us both laugh. I tell him he is stuck with me and that I get to keep him forever, to which he replies, “yeah, I want you to keep me and not, um, kill me.” That just happened. Holy crap! Are other patrons now hearing this little boy tell him mom that he wants her to keep him and not off him? I about freaking died. They don’t know that Bobby talks about killing bad guys and kicking their butts. They don’t know our joke. All they possibly know is that I threaten my children with death instead of keeping them around. I didn’t see anyone glare or whip out their cell phones to call child services, so I think we were in the clear, but wow, that could be bad.
It appears the my work has removed the internet block. I don’t know that they meant to, or if they are trying to catch people being bad. I noticed that I didn’t have to use quota time yesterday when I did my lunch time surfing, and I also see images on sites that I can’t normally see. I wonder how long that will last.
Someone is making something in the kitchen and it smells bad.
My department is too quiet. Where is everyone?
Why does 90210 need to ever end their season? Can’t it just be new every week forever? I watched the season finale yesterday and was so excited for the next season to start back up. People went crazy, there was a baby, there were high parents, it had everything, even Brenda!!! I am so happy yet sad. Now I have to wait a few months for it to come back. What happened to the days when they did a summer season? That was the best. Ahhh…memories.
I wish my face wasn’t so oily.
Ok, I just wrote a piece that I will be really curious how people react to it. I often wonder if people understand that I don’t take both sides of an argument to piss of the opposite side. I want to look at the issue from all angles, see why it upsets some and pleases others. Get down to the nitty gritty of why bad people are bad and why good people are good. Only then I think will I be able to really have an opinion on a topic.
I have made it to noon, and I am happy about that. The coughing seems to have increased slightly, but it is manageable. I figure I have a little over 2 hours left and then I can go home for a nice, well deserved 3 day weekend.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
The standard crap
5-21-09
I went off on a rant on my first blog attempt today and left it as just that. I figured here I would start in on the other parts of my Wednesday.
My cough has been bad. This morning, Tammy was on the phone with her sister, Barbara, and she heard me over the phone coughing and said I should see a doc. I may need to make an after hours appt tonight.
The best part of my day, which also turned out to be inner demon inducing, was my acquisition of a karaoke machine! In the magic trailer that keeps producing random and entertaining knick knacks (and much to our chagrin, a lot of gay porn), I was rewarded for my efforts of cleaning it in the form of this singing machine that looked like it was 10 years old. I squealed in delight when I saw it, sitting in the back of the trailer, all alone. I asked Ken, who had been working diligently on the cleanup of the other fun things (which included a bag of hot wheels cars for the boys, a Zippo lighter for me and fuzzy leopard print dice for the rear view mirror) if that magnificent piece of cheese inducing fun was now mine. He reluctantly brought it out to me, and seemed happy that at least I couldn’t really use it since I was lacking in an karaoke music. What he had not realized is that I spied an 80’s compilation disc set that he had pulled for me that was not just 80’s, it was designed for said machine. I was giddy.
We went inside, and proceeded to plug it in and listened to the elevator music recordings of some of my favorites including AHA and George Michael. Ken sang a little, testing the machine and then handed me the other microphone, assuming I would go ahead and belt out the classics with enthusiasm due to my excitement level when I got the machine in the first place.
This is where is got, well, weird. I couldn’t do it. I was terrified. Mind you, this is just in front of Ken. The boys were not home yet, there was no one else in the house. Ken has heard me sing a million times. To tunes in the radio, to our children, old home videos. It isn’t like my singing voice was new to him. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to sing Faith, despite not even needing the words. After much goading and prodding and promises from Ken to not only not look at me but to put a pillow over his head (I also closed the curtains and closed the font door) lest me might actually catch a glimpse of me. Once I got into it a bit, I was fine, but I was seriously having issues.
What is funny is, this is one of those strange areas that I don’t tend to have a problem with. In Jr High, I tried out for solos in chorus and they even let me do one (not sure if that was due to talent or just letting me do one due to how many I tried out for). In high school, Angela and I sung not only to every song we heard, we sang together, on recordings, tape and video. We sang on the guys’ loudspeakers out of the car to poor unsuspecting neighbors. We subjected our friends and family to numerous music numbers that even though we had fun, I can guarantee you, we were not the next American Idol.
Greg, despite the criticism for other things I did, was very enthusiastic about my singing. At one point, he even said that Scott Book and I should be a band, with him on keyboard and me on vocals (it was a time right after the 80’s, and really, this was the formula. I am sure he was hoping for the next Yaz). Greg even had me sing a Scorpians song for him on tape because he liked it so much. He especially liked my singing of La Isla Bonita from Madonna, which is particularly amusing in the randomness of the song. He told me many times, I sang fantastic.
So what is the problem? Look, I can say my self esteem was damaged from being called ugly, but this is a positive note, no pun intended. Not only was no one mean about my voice, people praised it! So why get all embarrassed?
I have vague recollection of Ken once in a car saying that he didn’t care for people singing along with the radio. I know at the time I took this as, ok, Ken is not going to be impressed with me on the same things Greg was. I wasn’t offended, but I know I was a little bummed he wasn’t as enthusiastic about my voice.
Just to clarify, I am not suggesting I am the best singer. I can sing some songs and not sound like cats drowning. The boys are happy when I sing a few songs. They also yell at me for others, but that may be song choice, not voice. I even sang to Dax last night before bed, and he seemed quite pleased with it.
So why in the world did I freeze when I was going to sing in front of my husband, the man who has seen me at my worst, and hasn’t run screaming yet. He has even told me he likes my singing! What random issue has crippled me from singing in front of one person? I have done karaoke at two parties. Mind you, both times I was quite drunk, and I sang with someone else (truly the only way to do it in a bar). I suppose this was one of those occasions, though, in which I wasn’t just singing to sing. I was now singing and Ken would be paying attention to only that. I was actually paying attention, not harmonizing with the established artist but going on my own, and this crippled me with fear.
I have no answer, no deep thoughts on the topic. I know it is there, and I know that it messes with my head in a way that I can’t explain. I suppose now I should make a point of singing to Ken each night, just to get over this crazy fear. Although, I don’t know if I am up for that, and I realize that Ken will read this. Crap.
The boys loved the machine. They were not nearly as keen on the whole singing to songs aside from singing without music. They did lovely renditions of the alphabet and itsy bitsy spider. Mostly, though, Bobby was channeling his inner rock star and spent a lot of time screaming into the microphone unintelligible syllables. I may need to get him some music lessons soon.
After singing, we headed over to the mall in order for me to get my free $5 gift card. The Galleria has rewarded me again for not spending much money in their establishment by presenting me with free money. I turned around and used it at Hot Topic where I got a pair of clearance earrings and a cool plaid bandanna. Yay!
We also hit up the Disney store that told us that a shipment was coming in on Friday, so my mission is to check with them tomorrow to see if Bolt was shipped with that. Cross your fingers!
We had some dinner (Chicken bowl, estra sauce!) and enjoyed the happiness that is a mall.
Of course last night was the whole American Idol debacle that had me fuming, but on the plus side, it gave Ken and I some better couple time since we were not just watching the show and rushing off to bed so that I could get a handful of hours of sleep. The boys must have sensed our need for privacy, also, as neither had any real issues going to bed. Even Bobby, who normally comes out for multiple glasses of water, which also includes a request for a hug and kiss and an answer to some random question, only came out maybe once. It was odd! Good, but odd.
I should really be doing some work, but I was feeling verbose this morning, as evident by the fact that I have 3 pages here and the other 2 on the American Idol stuff. I have a feeling that today has a potential for being craptastic based on the couple of orders I have up. Yesterday was supposed to be that day, but shockingly I had a sales rep actually back me on something, and the boss left me alone. Woo hoo!
Ok, I have made an appointment for the doc despite Ken telling me I am probably fine. I am probably fine, but it doesn’t hurt to go and check, I figure. I have health coverage, I might as well use it, right? I am now leaving work around 1, perhaps a smidge sooner depending on how I feel. I still need to go by an ATM and get gas, so I may duck out earlier just to make sure I get those done so I can make it to the doc in time.
Apparently I do not need to go by an ATM as Ken took care of all the banking needs. YAY! I still need gas, so I may still leave a little early. We will see. I just don’t want to sit around in the waiting room too long. The good news, I know I have my book in the car, so I will have something to read. YAY!
I went off on a rant on my first blog attempt today and left it as just that. I figured here I would start in on the other parts of my Wednesday.
My cough has been bad. This morning, Tammy was on the phone with her sister, Barbara, and she heard me over the phone coughing and said I should see a doc. I may need to make an after hours appt tonight.
The best part of my day, which also turned out to be inner demon inducing, was my acquisition of a karaoke machine! In the magic trailer that keeps producing random and entertaining knick knacks (and much to our chagrin, a lot of gay porn), I was rewarded for my efforts of cleaning it in the form of this singing machine that looked like it was 10 years old. I squealed in delight when I saw it, sitting in the back of the trailer, all alone. I asked Ken, who had been working diligently on the cleanup of the other fun things (which included a bag of hot wheels cars for the boys, a Zippo lighter for me and fuzzy leopard print dice for the rear view mirror) if that magnificent piece of cheese inducing fun was now mine. He reluctantly brought it out to me, and seemed happy that at least I couldn’t really use it since I was lacking in an karaoke music. What he had not realized is that I spied an 80’s compilation disc set that he had pulled for me that was not just 80’s, it was designed for said machine. I was giddy.
We went inside, and proceeded to plug it in and listened to the elevator music recordings of some of my favorites including AHA and George Michael. Ken sang a little, testing the machine and then handed me the other microphone, assuming I would go ahead and belt out the classics with enthusiasm due to my excitement level when I got the machine in the first place.
This is where is got, well, weird. I couldn’t do it. I was terrified. Mind you, this is just in front of Ken. The boys were not home yet, there was no one else in the house. Ken has heard me sing a million times. To tunes in the radio, to our children, old home videos. It isn’t like my singing voice was new to him. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to sing Faith, despite not even needing the words. After much goading and prodding and promises from Ken to not only not look at me but to put a pillow over his head (I also closed the curtains and closed the font door) lest me might actually catch a glimpse of me. Once I got into it a bit, I was fine, but I was seriously having issues.
What is funny is, this is one of those strange areas that I don’t tend to have a problem with. In Jr High, I tried out for solos in chorus and they even let me do one (not sure if that was due to talent or just letting me do one due to how many I tried out for). In high school, Angela and I sung not only to every song we heard, we sang together, on recordings, tape and video. We sang on the guys’ loudspeakers out of the car to poor unsuspecting neighbors. We subjected our friends and family to numerous music numbers that even though we had fun, I can guarantee you, we were not the next American Idol.
Greg, despite the criticism for other things I did, was very enthusiastic about my singing. At one point, he even said that Scott Book and I should be a band, with him on keyboard and me on vocals (it was a time right after the 80’s, and really, this was the formula. I am sure he was hoping for the next Yaz). Greg even had me sing a Scorpians song for him on tape because he liked it so much. He especially liked my singing of La Isla Bonita from Madonna, which is particularly amusing in the randomness of the song. He told me many times, I sang fantastic.
So what is the problem? Look, I can say my self esteem was damaged from being called ugly, but this is a positive note, no pun intended. Not only was no one mean about my voice, people praised it! So why get all embarrassed?
I have vague recollection of Ken once in a car saying that he didn’t care for people singing along with the radio. I know at the time I took this as, ok, Ken is not going to be impressed with me on the same things Greg was. I wasn’t offended, but I know I was a little bummed he wasn’t as enthusiastic about my voice.
Just to clarify, I am not suggesting I am the best singer. I can sing some songs and not sound like cats drowning. The boys are happy when I sing a few songs. They also yell at me for others, but that may be song choice, not voice. I even sang to Dax last night before bed, and he seemed quite pleased with it.
So why in the world did I freeze when I was going to sing in front of my husband, the man who has seen me at my worst, and hasn’t run screaming yet. He has even told me he likes my singing! What random issue has crippled me from singing in front of one person? I have done karaoke at two parties. Mind you, both times I was quite drunk, and I sang with someone else (truly the only way to do it in a bar). I suppose this was one of those occasions, though, in which I wasn’t just singing to sing. I was now singing and Ken would be paying attention to only that. I was actually paying attention, not harmonizing with the established artist but going on my own, and this crippled me with fear.
I have no answer, no deep thoughts on the topic. I know it is there, and I know that it messes with my head in a way that I can’t explain. I suppose now I should make a point of singing to Ken each night, just to get over this crazy fear. Although, I don’t know if I am up for that, and I realize that Ken will read this. Crap.
The boys loved the machine. They were not nearly as keen on the whole singing to songs aside from singing without music. They did lovely renditions of the alphabet and itsy bitsy spider. Mostly, though, Bobby was channeling his inner rock star and spent a lot of time screaming into the microphone unintelligible syllables. I may need to get him some music lessons soon.
After singing, we headed over to the mall in order for me to get my free $5 gift card. The Galleria has rewarded me again for not spending much money in their establishment by presenting me with free money. I turned around and used it at Hot Topic where I got a pair of clearance earrings and a cool plaid bandanna. Yay!
We also hit up the Disney store that told us that a shipment was coming in on Friday, so my mission is to check with them tomorrow to see if Bolt was shipped with that. Cross your fingers!
We had some dinner (Chicken bowl, estra sauce!) and enjoyed the happiness that is a mall.
Of course last night was the whole American Idol debacle that had me fuming, but on the plus side, it gave Ken and I some better couple time since we were not just watching the show and rushing off to bed so that I could get a handful of hours of sleep. The boys must have sensed our need for privacy, also, as neither had any real issues going to bed. Even Bobby, who normally comes out for multiple glasses of water, which also includes a request for a hug and kiss and an answer to some random question, only came out maybe once. It was odd! Good, but odd.
I should really be doing some work, but I was feeling verbose this morning, as evident by the fact that I have 3 pages here and the other 2 on the American Idol stuff. I have a feeling that today has a potential for being craptastic based on the couple of orders I have up. Yesterday was supposed to be that day, but shockingly I had a sales rep actually back me on something, and the boss left me alone. Woo hoo!
Ok, I have made an appointment for the doc despite Ken telling me I am probably fine. I am probably fine, but it doesn’t hurt to go and check, I figure. I have health coverage, I might as well use it, right? I am now leaving work around 1, perhaps a smidge sooner depending on how I feel. I still need to go by an ATM and get gas, so I may duck out earlier just to make sure I get those done so I can make it to the doc in time.
Apparently I do not need to go by an ATM as Ken took care of all the banking needs. YAY! I still need gas, so I may still leave a little early. We will see. I just don’t want to sit around in the waiting room too long. The good news, I know I have my book in the car, so I will have something to read. YAY!
Stupid AI
5-21-09
In this world of the internet being our main source of information, I understand that often we learn things before we want to really know. Case and point, American Idol results. Even though the show tapes in LA, they air it on the East Coast live. This means at 8 o’clock when the show starts here, half of the country knows who won by 7 LA time.
Of course, there are the stupid yahoos that will post on blogs and message boards who won and not care on lick about the handful of folks that might see their mindless chatter about the winner. I think they are a-holes for posting it, but truly, it isn’t their job to keep us in the dark.
That job goes to major news networks. When you go to the CNN website, they will have links to stories that declare the winner of something, but the link title will not tell you who, and when you click on it, there is a full paragraph saying don’t read further if you don’t want a spoiler. This is fine with me as I have plenty of warning.
What I didn’t have warning for was when the CNN page on Facebook posted a status change congratulating Kris Allen as the new American Idol. This status was then broadcast to every single one of their fans. This includes us folks in Los Angeles who had not even turned on the tv yet to start watching. It wasn’t even like we had recorded it and not gotten around to it. It had not even aired!!!
I was appalled. It was like I had planned this elaborate Super Bowl party and the first guy who showed up told me the winner. I never watch this show. I watch highlights sometimes, I read the articles. I keep up for the most part. This was a year that in the auditions I fell deeply in love with two contestants and I opted to go ahead and follow at least until they were gone. I was pleased as punch when my two were in the top 3! My fav was projected to win, and I was ready to watch the big grand finale and cheer when my man Adam won, and I was even prepared to deal if Kris had taken the crown as I had grown to really dig him, too.
All of this was taken away from me. In about 140 characters, I found myself not nearly upset that Adam had not won. I was upset that CNN, a national news network would be so irresponsible. I was not alone. Several comments on this post screamed at the news network, also betrayed.
Apparently this is not the first time. The last Summer Olympics, when Twitter wasn’t as prominent so it probably wasn’t as crucial, CNN twittered the results of the historic Michael Phelps race in which he won his 8th gold medal. Mind you, people in the US would not be able to watch the race itself until several hours later when NBC was airing it.
As much as I am thrilled to be able to open my browser and know anything that is going on anywhere at any given second, there still needs to be discretion. Sporting events, competition, all of these are things that even though we as a public want to know the results, we also like to see the race. We want to know if someone out performed someone else, not just that they were made the victor. How many times have you seen a phenomenal match up that even though your team lost, the game itself was not to be missed? If all we had know were the results, we might not go back and watch the Dodgers in game one of the 1988 world series. Maybe we would have missed the amazing victory of the US Hockey Team in 1980. You might have missed Kerri Strug’s courageous vault on an injured ankle that gave the gymnastics team from America the gold in 1996. Sure, they won, but the game, the event, the sport, all would have suffered if we couldn’t be there with them, watching them struggle and yet succeed.
So last night, as I watched my glameriffic Adam grace the stage with Queen, clearly channeling the spirit of the late Freddie Mercury, as much as I loved seeing him in his element, all that went through the back of my head was, well, he loses. When Kris sang with Keith Urban, I might have been impressed, but I was more critical of every note that came out of his cute little mouth because I was still stinging from knowing that he was going to beat Adam. The fun of the night, an eclectic mix of old performers with new was sullied because of the premature announcement of the climax.
I congratulate Kris, I will happily be a shoulder to cry on for Adam, and I shake an angry finger at the media, especially CNN. Although I am glad that the season is finally over and I can go back to blaming something else for keeping me up too late during the week, I find the ending bitter sweet. The moment I looked forward to since January was ripped so unceremoniously that I feel someone disconnected with the whole show. I hope that enough voices are heard and that the powers that be understand that yes yes, we are impressed with your fancy new technology, but sometimes you just have to let things be the way they always were and let us enjoy the competition, not the finish line.
In this world of the internet being our main source of information, I understand that often we learn things before we want to really know. Case and point, American Idol results. Even though the show tapes in LA, they air it on the East Coast live. This means at 8 o’clock when the show starts here, half of the country knows who won by 7 LA time.
Of course, there are the stupid yahoos that will post on blogs and message boards who won and not care on lick about the handful of folks that might see their mindless chatter about the winner. I think they are a-holes for posting it, but truly, it isn’t their job to keep us in the dark.
That job goes to major news networks. When you go to the CNN website, they will have links to stories that declare the winner of something, but the link title will not tell you who, and when you click on it, there is a full paragraph saying don’t read further if you don’t want a spoiler. This is fine with me as I have plenty of warning.
What I didn’t have warning for was when the CNN page on Facebook posted a status change congratulating Kris Allen as the new American Idol. This status was then broadcast to every single one of their fans. This includes us folks in Los Angeles who had not even turned on the tv yet to start watching. It wasn’t even like we had recorded it and not gotten around to it. It had not even aired!!!
I was appalled. It was like I had planned this elaborate Super Bowl party and the first guy who showed up told me the winner. I never watch this show. I watch highlights sometimes, I read the articles. I keep up for the most part. This was a year that in the auditions I fell deeply in love with two contestants and I opted to go ahead and follow at least until they were gone. I was pleased as punch when my two were in the top 3! My fav was projected to win, and I was ready to watch the big grand finale and cheer when my man Adam won, and I was even prepared to deal if Kris had taken the crown as I had grown to really dig him, too.
All of this was taken away from me. In about 140 characters, I found myself not nearly upset that Adam had not won. I was upset that CNN, a national news network would be so irresponsible. I was not alone. Several comments on this post screamed at the news network, also betrayed.
Apparently this is not the first time. The last Summer Olympics, when Twitter wasn’t as prominent so it probably wasn’t as crucial, CNN twittered the results of the historic Michael Phelps race in which he won his 8th gold medal. Mind you, people in the US would not be able to watch the race itself until several hours later when NBC was airing it.
As much as I am thrilled to be able to open my browser and know anything that is going on anywhere at any given second, there still needs to be discretion. Sporting events, competition, all of these are things that even though we as a public want to know the results, we also like to see the race. We want to know if someone out performed someone else, not just that they were made the victor. How many times have you seen a phenomenal match up that even though your team lost, the game itself was not to be missed? If all we had know were the results, we might not go back and watch the Dodgers in game one of the 1988 world series. Maybe we would have missed the amazing victory of the US Hockey Team in 1980. You might have missed Kerri Strug’s courageous vault on an injured ankle that gave the gymnastics team from America the gold in 1996. Sure, they won, but the game, the event, the sport, all would have suffered if we couldn’t be there with them, watching them struggle and yet succeed.
So last night, as I watched my glameriffic Adam grace the stage with Queen, clearly channeling the spirit of the late Freddie Mercury, as much as I loved seeing him in his element, all that went through the back of my head was, well, he loses. When Kris sang with Keith Urban, I might have been impressed, but I was more critical of every note that came out of his cute little mouth because I was still stinging from knowing that he was going to beat Adam. The fun of the night, an eclectic mix of old performers with new was sullied because of the premature announcement of the climax.
I congratulate Kris, I will happily be a shoulder to cry on for Adam, and I shake an angry finger at the media, especially CNN. Although I am glad that the season is finally over and I can go back to blaming something else for keeping me up too late during the week, I find the ending bitter sweet. The moment I looked forward to since January was ripped so unceremoniously that I feel someone disconnected with the whole show. I hope that enough voices are heard and that the powers that be understand that yes yes, we are impressed with your fancy new technology, but sometimes you just have to let things be the way they always were and let us enjoy the competition, not the finish line.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
freckles
5-20-09
I wasn’t nearly as spooked with yesterday’s tremor as with the one Sunday. In a first for me, I was in the car when this one happened. I was on the off ramp from the 405 heading to my folks house. I actually thought that a car had rear ended me when the jolt happened. When I determined that was not the case, and noticed the swaying of my car, I thought that I had in fact just experienced an earthquake. I wasn’t sure, and I switched the radio to AM news stations, who were useless. The boys never even noticed. Luckily, Ken texted me asking me if I was ok, which meant I wasn’t imagining things.
Aside from the shaking, my evening was uneventful. I am pretty sure I coughed up parts of my body in the numerous hack fits I was having. It was awful. This morning I have not been coughing as much, but I also have not had to talk much, having spent my morning so far working silently on some accounts. I figure if I start moving around and talking again, I am going to cough some more. Hmm..makes me wonder if perhaps rest is what I need.
Bobby has become a real speed demon on his bike at my parent’s house. He rides it really well, turning well and having a blast. Even Dax has kind of figured out how to peddle more effectively. If he gets the bike going Barney Rubble style, then he can peddle using some of the momentum. He lacks the strength or leverage to start the bike purely based on the pedals.
Dax had a peeing accident yesterday after having put him in underwear. My fault, really, as I should have paid more attention to how long since he last peed. No worries, and really, it was good for him to be wet, which upset him greatly. It may work to our benefit.
I really wish people were not so hypocritical.
People just started making me talk, so my cough is bubbling up from inside. People ask me questions, and yet they don’t like the answer, and then they badger me for the answer they want. Look, people, I don’t have the authority to make things ideal, I can only help guide you in what you need to do in order to make sure things are done correctly based on policy, and give you insight as to why things are the way they are. Getting pissy with me because the system is flawed helps no one.
Ken wasn’t feeling well yesterday, and I told him if he is still sick to call out on the home school class this morning. We will see if he listened to my advice.
I wonder if that whole thing works where when you look in the mirror you tell yourself that you are beautiful that you start to believe it.
Apparently Ken went to work. Luckily he only has the tedious task of the Bumblies class. It is only an hour, and in theory, if Aaron covers his own class this afternoon, Ken can go home to rest.
Of course, this morning the net was down, so I was unable to check my Facebook or anything else. Super frustrating, but whatcha gonna do? It means that at lunch I will be busy trying to catch up. I had some friend requests sent, one on MySpace that I unfortunately cannot check until I get home as my quota net time doesn’t cover that social networking site for some reason. Oh well. It is probably good for me to be off the net every now and again. I am in danger of becoming much to dependent on it.
Speaking of computers, Ken bought the game SPORE. Holy fuck, that could be my death. I have always been leery of playing any of the games my friends have taken up like WoW or any of the many others with names that are not worth mentioning. One reason was that I was never good enough to keep up with their incredible skill. It was frustrating and a good lot of them were not willing to give me a break during learning. Ken was always patient, but I just wasn’t willing to deal with the scorn from others. But truly, a huge reason I didn’t play is that I knew my weakness.
In high school, I played Super Mario Brothers. Heck, it may have been Jr High. Either way, I hijacked my brother’s Nintendo and played that damn game until I finished it. When he got Super Mario Brothers 3, Angela and I once again took over his room and game system and played from morning until night. It was crazy. I lost whole days of summer, sitting on this stupid game system. I know my crazy addiction when it comes to things like Facebook, but luckily, there is only so much you can do there. You can’t talk to friends that don’t answer, for instance. But a game that has such a vast universe that allows me to talk with people real time and to make up characters, I knew that this would suck me in and the episode of South Park would be way too accurate.
SPORE looks like it could easily suck me in. You not only create a character, you create life. You are evolving with every bite of critter or plant life. You go from this little swamp scum critter to this flying, singing thing, and I haven’t even gotten that far in it.
I had seen articles about it when it came out and I was intrigued then. But it was one thing to lose my life to the computer when I was just me. Now, I am me with two small children that need me for basic necessities of life. Sure, they can manage to entertain themselves for the most part, but someone still has to feed them.
What makes it even easier to get sucked in is that Bobby has become fascinated by the game. Ken introduced him to Diablo some months back, and he loved pushing the right buttons for Daddy as he killed random bad guys. With this, he watches, and tells us where to go, and even gets to make the decisions on what kind of eyeballs the critter has or maybe the kind of feet. This has become his choice for the game of “game night”. Last night, we maneuvered his critter around and struck up a conversation with some other random critter. Then, out of the darkness, two other critters jacked us up and proceeded to beat the piss out of us leaving us dead as they kicked my corpse’s head. Not only was I shouting at the machine, so was my 4 year old, loving every minute of this. Now, I had to continue not just to placate my own addictive nature to come back and beat the snot out of those two hoodlums, but I have to do it to avenge my son’s character, and in turn, make him endlessly happy with every flap of my crazy wings. Shit! Now the game has become a bonding experience.
I have at least resisted the urge to play the game when Bobby is in bed. Luckily there is only one machine it is on, and Ken tends to play it after kid bedtime, allowing me to seem like I will not play the game unless I have to. In reality, I have to distance myself lest I end up getting zero sleep compared to my precious 6 hours I get now.
Perhaps I need to get that Wii sooner than later as truly, I can only play that for so long before I collapse from exhaustion. Maybe then it will pacify my desire to game more. Either that or I see game nights in my household when the boys are older to not be us sitting around the kitchen table playing Monopoly, but rather us each in our own rooms, logged onto the Brenan network in some kind of quest. I suppose at least we are being a family.
I just had a sudden desire to have freckles.
I wasn’t nearly as spooked with yesterday’s tremor as with the one Sunday. In a first for me, I was in the car when this one happened. I was on the off ramp from the 405 heading to my folks house. I actually thought that a car had rear ended me when the jolt happened. When I determined that was not the case, and noticed the swaying of my car, I thought that I had in fact just experienced an earthquake. I wasn’t sure, and I switched the radio to AM news stations, who were useless. The boys never even noticed. Luckily, Ken texted me asking me if I was ok, which meant I wasn’t imagining things.
Aside from the shaking, my evening was uneventful. I am pretty sure I coughed up parts of my body in the numerous hack fits I was having. It was awful. This morning I have not been coughing as much, but I also have not had to talk much, having spent my morning so far working silently on some accounts. I figure if I start moving around and talking again, I am going to cough some more. Hmm..makes me wonder if perhaps rest is what I need.
Bobby has become a real speed demon on his bike at my parent’s house. He rides it really well, turning well and having a blast. Even Dax has kind of figured out how to peddle more effectively. If he gets the bike going Barney Rubble style, then he can peddle using some of the momentum. He lacks the strength or leverage to start the bike purely based on the pedals.
Dax had a peeing accident yesterday after having put him in underwear. My fault, really, as I should have paid more attention to how long since he last peed. No worries, and really, it was good for him to be wet, which upset him greatly. It may work to our benefit.
I really wish people were not so hypocritical.
People just started making me talk, so my cough is bubbling up from inside. People ask me questions, and yet they don’t like the answer, and then they badger me for the answer they want. Look, people, I don’t have the authority to make things ideal, I can only help guide you in what you need to do in order to make sure things are done correctly based on policy, and give you insight as to why things are the way they are. Getting pissy with me because the system is flawed helps no one.
Ken wasn’t feeling well yesterday, and I told him if he is still sick to call out on the home school class this morning. We will see if he listened to my advice.
I wonder if that whole thing works where when you look in the mirror you tell yourself that you are beautiful that you start to believe it.
Apparently Ken went to work. Luckily he only has the tedious task of the Bumblies class. It is only an hour, and in theory, if Aaron covers his own class this afternoon, Ken can go home to rest.
Of course, this morning the net was down, so I was unable to check my Facebook or anything else. Super frustrating, but whatcha gonna do? It means that at lunch I will be busy trying to catch up. I had some friend requests sent, one on MySpace that I unfortunately cannot check until I get home as my quota net time doesn’t cover that social networking site for some reason. Oh well. It is probably good for me to be off the net every now and again. I am in danger of becoming much to dependent on it.
Speaking of computers, Ken bought the game SPORE. Holy fuck, that could be my death. I have always been leery of playing any of the games my friends have taken up like WoW or any of the many others with names that are not worth mentioning. One reason was that I was never good enough to keep up with their incredible skill. It was frustrating and a good lot of them were not willing to give me a break during learning. Ken was always patient, but I just wasn’t willing to deal with the scorn from others. But truly, a huge reason I didn’t play is that I knew my weakness.
In high school, I played Super Mario Brothers. Heck, it may have been Jr High. Either way, I hijacked my brother’s Nintendo and played that damn game until I finished it. When he got Super Mario Brothers 3, Angela and I once again took over his room and game system and played from morning until night. It was crazy. I lost whole days of summer, sitting on this stupid game system. I know my crazy addiction when it comes to things like Facebook, but luckily, there is only so much you can do there. You can’t talk to friends that don’t answer, for instance. But a game that has such a vast universe that allows me to talk with people real time and to make up characters, I knew that this would suck me in and the episode of South Park would be way too accurate.
SPORE looks like it could easily suck me in. You not only create a character, you create life. You are evolving with every bite of critter or plant life. You go from this little swamp scum critter to this flying, singing thing, and I haven’t even gotten that far in it.
I had seen articles about it when it came out and I was intrigued then. But it was one thing to lose my life to the computer when I was just me. Now, I am me with two small children that need me for basic necessities of life. Sure, they can manage to entertain themselves for the most part, but someone still has to feed them.
What makes it even easier to get sucked in is that Bobby has become fascinated by the game. Ken introduced him to Diablo some months back, and he loved pushing the right buttons for Daddy as he killed random bad guys. With this, he watches, and tells us where to go, and even gets to make the decisions on what kind of eyeballs the critter has or maybe the kind of feet. This has become his choice for the game of “game night”. Last night, we maneuvered his critter around and struck up a conversation with some other random critter. Then, out of the darkness, two other critters jacked us up and proceeded to beat the piss out of us leaving us dead as they kicked my corpse’s head. Not only was I shouting at the machine, so was my 4 year old, loving every minute of this. Now, I had to continue not just to placate my own addictive nature to come back and beat the snot out of those two hoodlums, but I have to do it to avenge my son’s character, and in turn, make him endlessly happy with every flap of my crazy wings. Shit! Now the game has become a bonding experience.
I have at least resisted the urge to play the game when Bobby is in bed. Luckily there is only one machine it is on, and Ken tends to play it after kid bedtime, allowing me to seem like I will not play the game unless I have to. In reality, I have to distance myself lest I end up getting zero sleep compared to my precious 6 hours I get now.
Perhaps I need to get that Wii sooner than later as truly, I can only play that for so long before I collapse from exhaustion. Maybe then it will pacify my desire to game more. Either that or I see game nights in my household when the boys are older to not be us sitting around the kitchen table playing Monopoly, but rather us each in our own rooms, logged onto the Brenan network in some kind of quest. I suppose at least we are being a family.
I just had a sudden desire to have freckles.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
hack
5-19-09
The cough is slowing killing me. My throat hurts, my neck hurts, my stomach hurts and my chest hurts. All of these are pains that come from the constant hacking I have been doing. I should be working out tonight, but honestly, even talking seems to bring on a full coughing fit. I was playing catch with Bobby last night, and it took all my strength not to pass out when I cheered for his successes.
I have considered going home sick, but really, what good will it do? I will just cough there.
I am supposed to be scanning in some items, but I am being lazy. In reality, the whole project will take maybe an hour, and I am just saving it for later so I have something to do. Despite being busy lately, there are lull times that I need these kind of projects to keep busy.
I have managed to spill hair product, breakfast and lotion on my shirt this morning. It isn’t even 6:30. That can’t be good, right?
It is getting annoying that when I go to the bathroom, all I can think is, hmm, I wonder how long of a nap I can get away with in here. The good news is that American Idol should be over this week, so maybe I can get some sleep. Not likely, but at least I remove a factor.
My hair is angry at me. I put two squirts of hair stuff instead of one. I was trying to keep it down, but I may have to put it up in order to make it stop being so angry.
It got busy! YAY! It is tough, though since I keep having to talk to people on the phone and try not to cough off their ear.
Why don’t people see the big picture? So I have this situation at work. My customer took a credit memo. No problem, until of course you bring up the CM number in our system. The system says the credit is for some other customer. As if that isn’t bad enough, my customer sends me a copy of the credit they took, and their copy says the correct name. But the reference numbers on all documents involved (about 3) are all for other customers, also. So this sounds bad. Why did we send a credit memo with a number that was already used? This needs to be fixed across the board, not just for this one instance. Yet the woman I have to work with on this, only wants to verify if the credit is legit. Who fucking cares?? At this point, I feel like we should honor it since we sent them a credit memo. Second, why did it happen? She said that was minor. Are you kidding me????
The cough is slowing killing me. My throat hurts, my neck hurts, my stomach hurts and my chest hurts. All of these are pains that come from the constant hacking I have been doing. I should be working out tonight, but honestly, even talking seems to bring on a full coughing fit. I was playing catch with Bobby last night, and it took all my strength not to pass out when I cheered for his successes.
I have considered going home sick, but really, what good will it do? I will just cough there.
I am supposed to be scanning in some items, but I am being lazy. In reality, the whole project will take maybe an hour, and I am just saving it for later so I have something to do. Despite being busy lately, there are lull times that I need these kind of projects to keep busy.
I have managed to spill hair product, breakfast and lotion on my shirt this morning. It isn’t even 6:30. That can’t be good, right?
It is getting annoying that when I go to the bathroom, all I can think is, hmm, I wonder how long of a nap I can get away with in here. The good news is that American Idol should be over this week, so maybe I can get some sleep. Not likely, but at least I remove a factor.
My hair is angry at me. I put two squirts of hair stuff instead of one. I was trying to keep it down, but I may have to put it up in order to make it stop being so angry.
It got busy! YAY! It is tough, though since I keep having to talk to people on the phone and try not to cough off their ear.
Why don’t people see the big picture? So I have this situation at work. My customer took a credit memo. No problem, until of course you bring up the CM number in our system. The system says the credit is for some other customer. As if that isn’t bad enough, my customer sends me a copy of the credit they took, and their copy says the correct name. But the reference numbers on all documents involved (about 3) are all for other customers, also. So this sounds bad. Why did we send a credit memo with a number that was already used? This needs to be fixed across the board, not just for this one instance. Yet the woman I have to work with on this, only wants to verify if the credit is legit. Who fucking cares?? At this point, I feel like we should honor it since we sent them a credit memo. Second, why did it happen? She said that was minor. Are you kidding me????
Monday, May 18, 2009
earthquake!!
5-18-09
Seriously, I hate earthquakes.
Last night was uncool on every freaking level. Monarch was sitting on my lap while Ken and I watched My Name is Earl. Monarch clearly heard it before me, and he did grip on. As far as whether he freaked because of the earthquake or because then I freaked is hard to say. I know I now have a nice scratch mark down my leg. I screamed briefly, but Ken yelled out for me not to scream. We were hoping that the boys would not freak, so if they heard me yelling, then that might be more scary.
Luckily, Dax had fallen asleep enough that he continued sleeping. Ken and I watched the monitors, but as soon as Ken realized Bobby was up, he went in his room. I didn’t want to go shouting into Dax’s if I didn’t need to. He didn’t need to be woken up by a panicked mom.
Bobby was fine, a little confused at the stuffed animal that fell from his shelf. He may have been a little more spooked once Ken asked him if he was scared. He came out of his room a couple times, but he did fall asleep, so I think he ended up being fine.
Earthquake coverage on local news, especially when the quake is uneventful, is pretty stupid. They mostly have people calling in, giving their location and what it all felt like. Same stories everywhere, btw. But then they talked to a guy who said these words. “It felt like it was coming from the ground up.” Are you fucking kidding me? What, did the other earthquakes come from the sky? They let this guy on the air to say this not once, but twice, and also let him talk for a good 2 minutes, which shocked me. I suppose when there isn’t much to report, and truly, they only keep reporting to allow folks to tune in to see what the deal is, it is all about filler.
Other than the shaking, the weekend was rather uneventful. Saturday, I did in fact take my dad to get his tattoo. It was a much longer trip than it needed to be. Although yes, we were early, we waited forever! We got there about 15 minutes before the appointment and the guy got the scoop on what my dad wanted. Then he actually left to get breakfast! Granted, he was gone all of 5 minutes, but still. It took him an hour to draw a spider. It was ok only because my dad and I chit chatted for that time. We were there for the 3 hour block, but the guy only charged us for one hour, so not too bad. Plus, he did an amazing job. I really like the artist, despite his time consuming bullshitting. He could talk, that is for sure!
My mom had watched the boys while we were gone, which you would have thought would have zapped all their energy. They were shockingly alert when we got back. Although both did eventually fall asleep on the way home, it wasn’t a long nap. Both were back awake when we got home, and proceeded to go outside for a couple of hours.
Dax and I did run over to the grocery store so that I could get stuff to make lasagna. We got back, and I started in on the food. As I was browning the meat, and putting spices on, I broke out into this coughing fit. It was horrible. I assumed it was the same as I have been doing, but this one didn’t stop. It felt like I had pepper in my throat. It got worse! I almost couldn’t catch my breath. Ken and Chris were in the living room, so luckily they came in to check on me. Ken realized immediately that it wasn’t my cold, it was something burning on the pot. He got me into the other room and got the pot off the stove. Apparently some of the spices had burned on the pot itself, making the nasty smoke. Luckily it did not ruin the meat, and I was able to continue once the kitchen was aired out a bit.
Sunday I really should not have bowled, but I did. My coughing has been so annoying. But I managed. The good news was the boys were still tired, so they went down for a nap pretty easily. They also slept from 11:30 or so until almost 3. Dax got up a bit before Bobby, pretty much around the time when Ken got home from his birthday party. It meant that I was able to relax during that time. I watched the Farrah Fawcett special and then in an attempt to cheer up, I watched the rest of the Michael J Fox special. I fell asleep for a little bit, maybe 20 minutes? But I can safely say I didn’t get up once. Yay!
We all went over to Del Amo where the Armed Forces Day stuff was. It was just ending, but we actually got there at a good time since we got to watch three helicopters take off, including a Black Hawk. So that was cool. There was this market place thing there that apparently will be there for the next 6 weeks. I am going back this weekend to get some corn for the bbq we are doing on Sunday for Jenni. Yay! So Fresh Market is this thing, but looking at the web site, it only has them being at Del Amo for now. Not sure what their deal is.
I am chewing some Jolt gum. Chewing 2 pieces is supposed to be the same caffeine amount as one cup of coffee. I don’t notice it so far.
I hate the hiccups!
I hate this cough even more. When I cough, my whole chest hurts, as does my stomach. I have had killer heartburn since the cough, too. I had hoped for more sleep on Saturday morning, but was awoken by Dax screaming. “I want it!!!” at six am. Never fun.
Even though I have the coolness that is Jenni coming this weekend for Sunday, I think I may actually have some down time! Yes, some cleaning needs to be done, but that shouldn’t be too bad. I am hoping that I will be able to get some sleep in, and maybe catch up on some movies. We have one Netflix from like a month ago!
So I just realized what was missing. I don’t have my watch! It is now 9 am and I only just figured out that I didn’t put it on. Wow. How lame is that? Not that I really use it, especially at work. I have a clock on my computer, and that seems to be good enough. I just miss the jangle on my arm.
I am becoming more set on the idea of Mommy Cat on the inside of my wrist. Of course she will have the rockin red plaid skirt and some black top. Not sure how big. I now know that it costs $120 an hour with this guy, so clearly I have some saving to do. I may call back and ask him how long he thinks it would take. I also want to have him draw it on a different day than I actually get it done. Ken is going to go with me this time so that he gets to be privy to the whole experience. That in itself should be interesting. I know that in reality it isn’t the bear cubs, but both the boys recognize Hello Kitty as Mommy Cat, and I have liked her all alternative looking for a while now. I truly think that when I am 85 years old, I will look fondly at her wrinkled image on my arm. And besides, by that time if I truly don’t like it, I am sure there will be some tattoo removal booth at the mall for like $5.
I am so impressed with Bobby. He asked me the other day why airplanes don’t flap their wings like birds. Pretty impressive, kid!
Why is old school Elton John so damn good??????
Bobby got up this morning and told Ken, “Daddy, last night the ground moved!”
I have to say, earthquakes are way different when you have kids. You have to stay calm despite your own fears. It is such a strange way to almost get over your own fears. Bugs, giant roller coasters, hell, I am sure I will end up having to get over my most irrational fears. I have two fearless boys, and if I show weakness, I may make them nervous, or more importantly, I will provide them with sources of blackmail. Look, that is all I need is them to literally hold something like a moth over my head in order to say let them have cake.
I have also found my vomit point. Dax spit an actual loogie on my chest. Let’s just say I would have rather him puked on me.
Thank you Wayne’s World for giving me a fantastic way to introduce Queen to my boys.
When did I cut my hair? I am trying to figure out when I hit 6 weeks since I noticed my hair turning some grays again. I don’t want to touch it up until it has been at least that long.
Seriously, I hate earthquakes.
Last night was uncool on every freaking level. Monarch was sitting on my lap while Ken and I watched My Name is Earl. Monarch clearly heard it before me, and he did grip on. As far as whether he freaked because of the earthquake or because then I freaked is hard to say. I know I now have a nice scratch mark down my leg. I screamed briefly, but Ken yelled out for me not to scream. We were hoping that the boys would not freak, so if they heard me yelling, then that might be more scary.
Luckily, Dax had fallen asleep enough that he continued sleeping. Ken and I watched the monitors, but as soon as Ken realized Bobby was up, he went in his room. I didn’t want to go shouting into Dax’s if I didn’t need to. He didn’t need to be woken up by a panicked mom.
Bobby was fine, a little confused at the stuffed animal that fell from his shelf. He may have been a little more spooked once Ken asked him if he was scared. He came out of his room a couple times, but he did fall asleep, so I think he ended up being fine.
Earthquake coverage on local news, especially when the quake is uneventful, is pretty stupid. They mostly have people calling in, giving their location and what it all felt like. Same stories everywhere, btw. But then they talked to a guy who said these words. “It felt like it was coming from the ground up.” Are you fucking kidding me? What, did the other earthquakes come from the sky? They let this guy on the air to say this not once, but twice, and also let him talk for a good 2 minutes, which shocked me. I suppose when there isn’t much to report, and truly, they only keep reporting to allow folks to tune in to see what the deal is, it is all about filler.
Other than the shaking, the weekend was rather uneventful. Saturday, I did in fact take my dad to get his tattoo. It was a much longer trip than it needed to be. Although yes, we were early, we waited forever! We got there about 15 minutes before the appointment and the guy got the scoop on what my dad wanted. Then he actually left to get breakfast! Granted, he was gone all of 5 minutes, but still. It took him an hour to draw a spider. It was ok only because my dad and I chit chatted for that time. We were there for the 3 hour block, but the guy only charged us for one hour, so not too bad. Plus, he did an amazing job. I really like the artist, despite his time consuming bullshitting. He could talk, that is for sure!
My mom had watched the boys while we were gone, which you would have thought would have zapped all their energy. They were shockingly alert when we got back. Although both did eventually fall asleep on the way home, it wasn’t a long nap. Both were back awake when we got home, and proceeded to go outside for a couple of hours.
Dax and I did run over to the grocery store so that I could get stuff to make lasagna. We got back, and I started in on the food. As I was browning the meat, and putting spices on, I broke out into this coughing fit. It was horrible. I assumed it was the same as I have been doing, but this one didn’t stop. It felt like I had pepper in my throat. It got worse! I almost couldn’t catch my breath. Ken and Chris were in the living room, so luckily they came in to check on me. Ken realized immediately that it wasn’t my cold, it was something burning on the pot. He got me into the other room and got the pot off the stove. Apparently some of the spices had burned on the pot itself, making the nasty smoke. Luckily it did not ruin the meat, and I was able to continue once the kitchen was aired out a bit.
Sunday I really should not have bowled, but I did. My coughing has been so annoying. But I managed. The good news was the boys were still tired, so they went down for a nap pretty easily. They also slept from 11:30 or so until almost 3. Dax got up a bit before Bobby, pretty much around the time when Ken got home from his birthday party. It meant that I was able to relax during that time. I watched the Farrah Fawcett special and then in an attempt to cheer up, I watched the rest of the Michael J Fox special. I fell asleep for a little bit, maybe 20 minutes? But I can safely say I didn’t get up once. Yay!
We all went over to Del Amo where the Armed Forces Day stuff was. It was just ending, but we actually got there at a good time since we got to watch three helicopters take off, including a Black Hawk. So that was cool. There was this market place thing there that apparently will be there for the next 6 weeks. I am going back this weekend to get some corn for the bbq we are doing on Sunday for Jenni. Yay! So Fresh Market is this thing, but looking at the web site, it only has them being at Del Amo for now. Not sure what their deal is.
I am chewing some Jolt gum. Chewing 2 pieces is supposed to be the same caffeine amount as one cup of coffee. I don’t notice it so far.
I hate the hiccups!
I hate this cough even more. When I cough, my whole chest hurts, as does my stomach. I have had killer heartburn since the cough, too. I had hoped for more sleep on Saturday morning, but was awoken by Dax screaming. “I want it!!!” at six am. Never fun.
Even though I have the coolness that is Jenni coming this weekend for Sunday, I think I may actually have some down time! Yes, some cleaning needs to be done, but that shouldn’t be too bad. I am hoping that I will be able to get some sleep in, and maybe catch up on some movies. We have one Netflix from like a month ago!
So I just realized what was missing. I don’t have my watch! It is now 9 am and I only just figured out that I didn’t put it on. Wow. How lame is that? Not that I really use it, especially at work. I have a clock on my computer, and that seems to be good enough. I just miss the jangle on my arm.
I am becoming more set on the idea of Mommy Cat on the inside of my wrist. Of course she will have the rockin red plaid skirt and some black top. Not sure how big. I now know that it costs $120 an hour with this guy, so clearly I have some saving to do. I may call back and ask him how long he thinks it would take. I also want to have him draw it on a different day than I actually get it done. Ken is going to go with me this time so that he gets to be privy to the whole experience. That in itself should be interesting. I know that in reality it isn’t the bear cubs, but both the boys recognize Hello Kitty as Mommy Cat, and I have liked her all alternative looking for a while now. I truly think that when I am 85 years old, I will look fondly at her wrinkled image on my arm. And besides, by that time if I truly don’t like it, I am sure there will be some tattoo removal booth at the mall for like $5.
I am so impressed with Bobby. He asked me the other day why airplanes don’t flap their wings like birds. Pretty impressive, kid!
Why is old school Elton John so damn good??????
Bobby got up this morning and told Ken, “Daddy, last night the ground moved!”
I have to say, earthquakes are way different when you have kids. You have to stay calm despite your own fears. It is such a strange way to almost get over your own fears. Bugs, giant roller coasters, hell, I am sure I will end up having to get over my most irrational fears. I have two fearless boys, and if I show weakness, I may make them nervous, or more importantly, I will provide them with sources of blackmail. Look, that is all I need is them to literally hold something like a moth over my head in order to say let them have cake.
I have also found my vomit point. Dax spit an actual loogie on my chest. Let’s just say I would have rather him puked on me.
Thank you Wayne’s World for giving me a fantastic way to introduce Queen to my boys.
When did I cut my hair? I am trying to figure out when I hit 6 weeks since I noticed my hair turning some grays again. I don’t want to touch it up until it has been at least that long.
Friday, May 15, 2009
good
5-15-09
Damn! I thought I was doing pretty good last month when my period was practically non existent. My IUD seemed to be leaning towards the brochure claims that I might not have periods. Instead, this month, I am about a week early. And crampy. Hopefully it is still short lived and something a little Advil will take care of.
I am feeling groovy this morning, but I wonder if that has anything to do with the numerous peace signs I have on my shirt.
No work out this afternoon. We need to go out to Anaheim to get sets for a birthday party Ken is doing on Sunday. Since my mom will get several hours with the boys tomorrow, I figure she won’t miss one hour today. Besides, with this cough still holding strong, I see no point in trying to do the Wii.
Bobby was still cranky when I picked them up yesterday. He smacked Dax in the face when Dax told him he had peed (which was Dax truly being all proud). He then proceeded to sit on Dax later on with a couch cushion, keeping Dax from being able to yell out. That time looked like play gone wrong, but either way. Bobby was all kinds of off. He was weepy and sensitive, despite my numerous efforts to keep him cheery. The good news is he got to sleep just fine, so hopefully a full night of sleep will help his demeanor this morning.
Ok, Ralph just announced they are in the process of a remake of 1993’s Cliffhanger. Why?
I think I want the new Green Day album.
Bacon vodka? Are you kidding me? Eeeeeeeewwwwwwww!!!!!
When did the watch become the standard in marking someone’s time spent at a company? Is it showing you that time flies? Or are watches just the right level of nice without being too personal?
I ordered shoes through Avon and they have yet to come. I wonder if she even placed the order.
Dax put a whole sheet of stickers on his wall last night. I should probably be annoyed, but I actually think it is pretty cool. He has plain white walls, and that seems lame. So I think I need to start presenting him with a sticker every time he tells me he has to pee. Good reward. And then he can put those on his wall. I have some awesome Pixar stickers already, so that will be fun. He seems motivated to pee now, especially since Grammie gave him some superman underwear. He thinks they are the best thing ever, so his reward so far on the peeing thing has been that he gets to wear his undies. Sunday I think I will let him run around in his underwear all day and see what happens.
I must have forgotten to take my vitamin last night. The water I am drinking is making me a little woozy. I notice when I drink too much water without making sure I have enough vitamins in my system I have issues. Not a big deal. It just means I need to not drink all of it so quick.
Since the boss was gone yesterday, and it is Friday, there is a fear that layoffs will happen today. He has a high average of times where when he is out on a Thursday, there is a personnel change either the day before or after. We also have not lost anymore folks so there is speculation. So today should be nice and nerve wracking.
I would imagine it is an odd conversation to over hear a grown man on the phone saying, “Dax might have Plex and Foofa, but I am not sure.” If you are a parent, it would make total sense, but if you aren’t?
It looks like we might not be going out to Anaheim afterall. Ken is at Target and managed to get 9 out of the 15 sets needed. He is hitting up one more Target, which means that it will be taken care of. Cool! Although to some degree I had kind of already prepped in my mind to go. So we will see what the evening brings us.
Damn! I thought I was doing pretty good last month when my period was practically non existent. My IUD seemed to be leaning towards the brochure claims that I might not have periods. Instead, this month, I am about a week early. And crampy. Hopefully it is still short lived and something a little Advil will take care of.
I am feeling groovy this morning, but I wonder if that has anything to do with the numerous peace signs I have on my shirt.
No work out this afternoon. We need to go out to Anaheim to get sets for a birthday party Ken is doing on Sunday. Since my mom will get several hours with the boys tomorrow, I figure she won’t miss one hour today. Besides, with this cough still holding strong, I see no point in trying to do the Wii.
Bobby was still cranky when I picked them up yesterday. He smacked Dax in the face when Dax told him he had peed (which was Dax truly being all proud). He then proceeded to sit on Dax later on with a couch cushion, keeping Dax from being able to yell out. That time looked like play gone wrong, but either way. Bobby was all kinds of off. He was weepy and sensitive, despite my numerous efforts to keep him cheery. The good news is he got to sleep just fine, so hopefully a full night of sleep will help his demeanor this morning.
Ok, Ralph just announced they are in the process of a remake of 1993’s Cliffhanger. Why?
I think I want the new Green Day album.
Bacon vodka? Are you kidding me? Eeeeeeeewwwwwwww!!!!!
When did the watch become the standard in marking someone’s time spent at a company? Is it showing you that time flies? Or are watches just the right level of nice without being too personal?
I ordered shoes through Avon and they have yet to come. I wonder if she even placed the order.
Dax put a whole sheet of stickers on his wall last night. I should probably be annoyed, but I actually think it is pretty cool. He has plain white walls, and that seems lame. So I think I need to start presenting him with a sticker every time he tells me he has to pee. Good reward. And then he can put those on his wall. I have some awesome Pixar stickers already, so that will be fun. He seems motivated to pee now, especially since Grammie gave him some superman underwear. He thinks they are the best thing ever, so his reward so far on the peeing thing has been that he gets to wear his undies. Sunday I think I will let him run around in his underwear all day and see what happens.
I must have forgotten to take my vitamin last night. The water I am drinking is making me a little woozy. I notice when I drink too much water without making sure I have enough vitamins in my system I have issues. Not a big deal. It just means I need to not drink all of it so quick.
Since the boss was gone yesterday, and it is Friday, there is a fear that layoffs will happen today. He has a high average of times where when he is out on a Thursday, there is a personnel change either the day before or after. We also have not lost anymore folks so there is speculation. So today should be nice and nerve wracking.
I would imagine it is an odd conversation to over hear a grown man on the phone saying, “Dax might have Plex and Foofa, but I am not sure.” If you are a parent, it would make total sense, but if you aren’t?
It looks like we might not be going out to Anaheim afterall. Ken is at Target and managed to get 9 out of the 15 sets needed. He is hitting up one more Target, which means that it will be taken care of. Cool! Although to some degree I had kind of already prepped in my mind to go. So we will see what the evening brings us.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I almost forgot to post!
5-14-09
It’s a no boss day today! YAY!
I am officially sick and tired of this stupid cough. I hate it. I was coughing so much last night I almost threw up. It was awful. It seems to be worse in the early morning and in the evening. What really sucks is that I have no time to rest to get this better. Plus, now Bobby started coughing, which means now the whole house has gone through this. I have not heard Ken cough as much, and Dax’s seems to be going away. Hopefully Bobby gets the light version.
I considered writing a journal on the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy of the military, but I just don’t have it in me. Lots of opinions on it, feel that it is regulated discrimination, but my brain just feels so fried this morning. I keep looking at the calendar, not sure what day it is. Don’t even ask me what month it is since that would surely blow my circuits.
Maybe I can leave early today. I always say I will and that I will sleep, but we all know it will never happen. If I get home, I will end up working on something. Of course, I might just watch tv, which although is resting, it isn’t sleeping which is truly what I need.
I am looking forward to Saturday since I am taking my dad to get his second and possibly third tattoos. He wants 2, but we have to see how he handles the one and how much he bleeds. He should be fine, but you never know. We have a 3 hour session booked, so hopefully it won’t take long, especially since they are small. I am still in a bit of shock at my dad getting no only tattoos, but possibly enough that will mean he has more than me! I may also talk to the guy and see what kind of time it will take to do a Mommy Cat.
I wonder if there is a way to get a tattoo of those classic paper dolls. You know, the ones with the little tabs for you to be able to put on the little cardboard outfits? And then I want the tattoo to have it’s own clothing line, where basically you can just somehow stick a new outfit on the doll every day. Have the ink on your leg or something. Ok, perhaps too much effort.
I want an iPhone just to have all the apps.
Ken has at least one birthday party scheduled for this weekend, and I think we need to figure out what sets he needs tonight so I can get to bed reasonably on Friday night.
It feels like it is going to be a slow day today. I wish that meant I could read my book, but despite it being a boss free day, it is hard to pull that off. It may be a Wiki day.
I know am tired. I feel feisty about stupid things again. I wish I knew how Michael J Fox did it. He is amazing. He has this horrible disease, and yet, he is able to look at all the good. All I am is a little tired, and I am grouchy. Why can’t I look at the good I do have and not dwell on the bad? Or more importantly, how is it that he can over look his bad and be happy with the good? If we could bottle the essence of MJF, I am telling you, the world would be a better place. I need to get his latest book and I need to finish watching his companion documentary. I started it, and I swear, just hearing his voice made me smile. I am sure he gets frustrated at times, and I am sure he yells and vents just like anyone else. But there is just that energy that is awesome.
I think it is almost time to set up the pool. We were trying to determine if we want it on the lawn or the driveway, but based on how much Lego is on the driveway, perhaps the lawn is where it will go.
I feel like I was so out of touch in 1993. I had not realized that both Doogie Howser and Cheers both went off the air in 1993. I do know that the kids on 90210 graduated that year (as with the kids on Saved by the Bell). I must not have watched those shows at that point. Did I watch much of anything? I know I watched Little House on the Prairie one summer, along with Love Boat with Angela. I know I watched Twin Peaks. But other than that, what the hell did I watch? I don’t know why it matters. It is more of a curiosity at this point. Whatever I did watch, I am sure I enjoyed the show, but clearly not enough to care what they were 16 years later.
My children are going through withdrawals. Ken informed me that the boys were uber cranky this morning. Sure, you could chalk it up to the sick that has taken over our household, or even Bobby feeling sad that after two days of getting to go to work with Daddy he had to go back to daycare. But my theory is that they were hungry. Why were they so hungry, you might ask? Well, it is because both of them essentially refused dinner. Up until semi recently, I had pretty much made two dinners. One for Ken and I, and one for the boys. Don’t get me wrong, there was many times in which there was a single meal that we all enjoyed. However, in my hopes to expose them to other food, I often would make them a plate of 3 or 4 different things. Kind of the theory if I throw a bunch of crap at them, something would stick. I even cut back their milk consumption in the afternoons so that they would not fill up on just that. In the past couple weeks, I made a decision to make dinner. Not dinner for each family member, dinner for the family. Restaurant dinning was no longer happening. Don’t get me wrong, they still get sandwiches galore. If they had their way, it would be an every night thing. I pack sandwiches for outings in which there will be food they probably won’t like and I know that they need food based on the amount of energy they will be putting out. I also use them as peace keepers. But as much as there is a pretty decent amount of nutrients in their peanut butter sandwiches, I would like them to have some other things, too.
Two nights ago we had mac and cheese. This has been a time tested meal, with both boys having eaten it, and Bobby tends to love it. Neither of them ate a bite. Instead of worrying, they ended up going to bed with no dinner. Last night, we had taquitos and beans. Another item both have eaten and enjoyed. Dax had a few bites, as did Bobby, but overall, no real consumption. I did give them each a slice of bread, but with nothing on it. I think their morning cranky was a direct result of not having their standard food in their tummies. Tonight is FFY (Fend For Yourself), so they get the choice, so I am sure I will be whipping up some PB&H. But tomorrow, back to my plan. One dinner for everyone. I know, I let them get away with it for a while, but let’s face it, I am the pickiest person in the world, and I can understand their pickiness. Bobby at least has been trying some things, but I just wish I could get them to eat even a turkey sandwich. Sure, still sandwich, but different middle! There are lots of great sandwiches out there, they should branch out! They currently are carb junkies, and I am telling you, Bobby could probably survive on bread and water if he wanted to go on some kind of food strike. Dax could too, but he would want at least milk. I need to thumb though the cookbook and see what looks appetizing to kids and to me, and maybe then I can come up with some grub.
Now I am all kinds of hungry.
Serena and I are working on coming up with being each other’s diet sponsors. I am going to write up a spreadsheet, and we will have to check in with one another on how much we ate and how much exercise we did. It might be fun since there is a hint of competition involved, and spreadsheets, which we all know I love. We are starting probably next week, since she goes out of town tonight. But I think I will start on Monday with my bike riding again. Yes, I will miss those extra 30 minutes of sleep, but I need to just go to bed earlier, not give up the exercise. Either that, or exercise when I get home from work. I am going to make this work!!
Sure enough, the day is slow. Not the best way to make it go by at a good pace.
Dax and I went looking for boots for him last night. The ones he has are dying quick, and really, he isn’t a tennis shoe kind of boy. They have some real rugged sturdy ones at Payless, but they are tie shoes. Ok, yes, he is going to have to deal with that eventually, but I am thinking a 2 year old that runs as much as he does, shouldn’t have laced up shoes. Then again, they are some good boots. Then again, it is almost summer, and he will probably wear his sandals more than anything. I didn’t get them, but it is good to know they have them. I am thinking in the fall I will hit up Target again to see about some of the Velcro ones. I may get him some of the pseudo vans at Payless since they will be ones he can get on and off easy. He can work the tennies he has now, but you know me, always looking to offset the struggle.
My plan is to take the boys to the zoo on the 27th, so I will be curious how that goes. Big public place, just me and them. I know, people do it all the time, but not people as paranoid as me. I am going to go when the place opens so hopefully it won’t be too crowded. Plus, I am packing a lunch, so no issues there. I figure we can go for a couple hours, and then they can nap on the way home. I don’t know why it is such a big deal. I can bring my walk chain (it is our attempt to make Maria’s walking rope that is for like 8 kids) so in crowds we are ok. I will have just the one backpack for our stuff, so really, I think we will be fine.
I want to take them back out to that place in Pasadena. I should look up their schedule to see if they have another one of those Friday night events coming up.
Yay, some work finally rolled across my desk. I think I will save it for after lunch.
It’s a no boss day today! YAY!
I am officially sick and tired of this stupid cough. I hate it. I was coughing so much last night I almost threw up. It was awful. It seems to be worse in the early morning and in the evening. What really sucks is that I have no time to rest to get this better. Plus, now Bobby started coughing, which means now the whole house has gone through this. I have not heard Ken cough as much, and Dax’s seems to be going away. Hopefully Bobby gets the light version.
I considered writing a journal on the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy of the military, but I just don’t have it in me. Lots of opinions on it, feel that it is regulated discrimination, but my brain just feels so fried this morning. I keep looking at the calendar, not sure what day it is. Don’t even ask me what month it is since that would surely blow my circuits.
Maybe I can leave early today. I always say I will and that I will sleep, but we all know it will never happen. If I get home, I will end up working on something. Of course, I might just watch tv, which although is resting, it isn’t sleeping which is truly what I need.
I am looking forward to Saturday since I am taking my dad to get his second and possibly third tattoos. He wants 2, but we have to see how he handles the one and how much he bleeds. He should be fine, but you never know. We have a 3 hour session booked, so hopefully it won’t take long, especially since they are small. I am still in a bit of shock at my dad getting no only tattoos, but possibly enough that will mean he has more than me! I may also talk to the guy and see what kind of time it will take to do a Mommy Cat.
I wonder if there is a way to get a tattoo of those classic paper dolls. You know, the ones with the little tabs for you to be able to put on the little cardboard outfits? And then I want the tattoo to have it’s own clothing line, where basically you can just somehow stick a new outfit on the doll every day. Have the ink on your leg or something. Ok, perhaps too much effort.
I want an iPhone just to have all the apps.
Ken has at least one birthday party scheduled for this weekend, and I think we need to figure out what sets he needs tonight so I can get to bed reasonably on Friday night.
It feels like it is going to be a slow day today. I wish that meant I could read my book, but despite it being a boss free day, it is hard to pull that off. It may be a Wiki day.
I know am tired. I feel feisty about stupid things again. I wish I knew how Michael J Fox did it. He is amazing. He has this horrible disease, and yet, he is able to look at all the good. All I am is a little tired, and I am grouchy. Why can’t I look at the good I do have and not dwell on the bad? Or more importantly, how is it that he can over look his bad and be happy with the good? If we could bottle the essence of MJF, I am telling you, the world would be a better place. I need to get his latest book and I need to finish watching his companion documentary. I started it, and I swear, just hearing his voice made me smile. I am sure he gets frustrated at times, and I am sure he yells and vents just like anyone else. But there is just that energy that is awesome.
I think it is almost time to set up the pool. We were trying to determine if we want it on the lawn or the driveway, but based on how much Lego is on the driveway, perhaps the lawn is where it will go.
I feel like I was so out of touch in 1993. I had not realized that both Doogie Howser and Cheers both went off the air in 1993. I do know that the kids on 90210 graduated that year (as with the kids on Saved by the Bell). I must not have watched those shows at that point. Did I watch much of anything? I know I watched Little House on the Prairie one summer, along with Love Boat with Angela. I know I watched Twin Peaks. But other than that, what the hell did I watch? I don’t know why it matters. It is more of a curiosity at this point. Whatever I did watch, I am sure I enjoyed the show, but clearly not enough to care what they were 16 years later.
My children are going through withdrawals. Ken informed me that the boys were uber cranky this morning. Sure, you could chalk it up to the sick that has taken over our household, or even Bobby feeling sad that after two days of getting to go to work with Daddy he had to go back to daycare. But my theory is that they were hungry. Why were they so hungry, you might ask? Well, it is because both of them essentially refused dinner. Up until semi recently, I had pretty much made two dinners. One for Ken and I, and one for the boys. Don’t get me wrong, there was many times in which there was a single meal that we all enjoyed. However, in my hopes to expose them to other food, I often would make them a plate of 3 or 4 different things. Kind of the theory if I throw a bunch of crap at them, something would stick. I even cut back their milk consumption in the afternoons so that they would not fill up on just that. In the past couple weeks, I made a decision to make dinner. Not dinner for each family member, dinner for the family. Restaurant dinning was no longer happening. Don’t get me wrong, they still get sandwiches galore. If they had their way, it would be an every night thing. I pack sandwiches for outings in which there will be food they probably won’t like and I know that they need food based on the amount of energy they will be putting out. I also use them as peace keepers. But as much as there is a pretty decent amount of nutrients in their peanut butter sandwiches, I would like them to have some other things, too.
Two nights ago we had mac and cheese. This has been a time tested meal, with both boys having eaten it, and Bobby tends to love it. Neither of them ate a bite. Instead of worrying, they ended up going to bed with no dinner. Last night, we had taquitos and beans. Another item both have eaten and enjoyed. Dax had a few bites, as did Bobby, but overall, no real consumption. I did give them each a slice of bread, but with nothing on it. I think their morning cranky was a direct result of not having their standard food in their tummies. Tonight is FFY (Fend For Yourself), so they get the choice, so I am sure I will be whipping up some PB&H. But tomorrow, back to my plan. One dinner for everyone. I know, I let them get away with it for a while, but let’s face it, I am the pickiest person in the world, and I can understand their pickiness. Bobby at least has been trying some things, but I just wish I could get them to eat even a turkey sandwich. Sure, still sandwich, but different middle! There are lots of great sandwiches out there, they should branch out! They currently are carb junkies, and I am telling you, Bobby could probably survive on bread and water if he wanted to go on some kind of food strike. Dax could too, but he would want at least milk. I need to thumb though the cookbook and see what looks appetizing to kids and to me, and maybe then I can come up with some grub.
Now I am all kinds of hungry.
Serena and I are working on coming up with being each other’s diet sponsors. I am going to write up a spreadsheet, and we will have to check in with one another on how much we ate and how much exercise we did. It might be fun since there is a hint of competition involved, and spreadsheets, which we all know I love. We are starting probably next week, since she goes out of town tonight. But I think I will start on Monday with my bike riding again. Yes, I will miss those extra 30 minutes of sleep, but I need to just go to bed earlier, not give up the exercise. Either that, or exercise when I get home from work. I am going to make this work!!
Sure enough, the day is slow. Not the best way to make it go by at a good pace.
Dax and I went looking for boots for him last night. The ones he has are dying quick, and really, he isn’t a tennis shoe kind of boy. They have some real rugged sturdy ones at Payless, but they are tie shoes. Ok, yes, he is going to have to deal with that eventually, but I am thinking a 2 year old that runs as much as he does, shouldn’t have laced up shoes. Then again, they are some good boots. Then again, it is almost summer, and he will probably wear his sandals more than anything. I didn’t get them, but it is good to know they have them. I am thinking in the fall I will hit up Target again to see about some of the Velcro ones. I may get him some of the pseudo vans at Payless since they will be ones he can get on and off easy. He can work the tennies he has now, but you know me, always looking to offset the struggle.
My plan is to take the boys to the zoo on the 27th, so I will be curious how that goes. Big public place, just me and them. I know, people do it all the time, but not people as paranoid as me. I am going to go when the place opens so hopefully it won’t be too crowded. Plus, I am packing a lunch, so no issues there. I figure we can go for a couple hours, and then they can nap on the way home. I don’t know why it is such a big deal. I can bring my walk chain (it is our attempt to make Maria’s walking rope that is for like 8 kids) so in crowds we are ok. I will have just the one backpack for our stuff, so really, I think we will be fine.
I want to take them back out to that place in Pasadena. I should look up their schedule to see if they have another one of those Friday night events coming up.
Yay, some work finally rolled across my desk. I think I will save it for after lunch.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
evil
5-13-09
Ok, this morning has been annoying. The net wasn’t working at home, so I was unable to do anything on the computer. On the way in, lights were not working. When I get here, the net is acting odd, including gmail which doesn’t seem to be working. This does not bode well for our hero.
Yesterday was one of those random days in which I spent only maybe an hour with Bobby. He went to work with Ken, and didn’t go with Dax and I to my parents’ house. So when they got home, it was almost 6, and since they go to bed around 7, it was odd to have so little time with him.
Dax and I didn’t stay at my parents’ house very long, either. We went, and I tried to do Wii and found myself coughing up nasties and stopped. My mom was working late, and around 4:30, it was really only me, Dax and my dad. I am not suggesting that I was bored, but Dax seemed a little bit. All three of us just wandered around the house, Dax exploring, while my dad and I watched. So I opted to go home.
I scrubbed the hell out of the kitchen in order to combat the hippie ants. I call them hippies because they are not acting like the normal military style ants we get this time of year. There wasn’t as many steady marching streams. When you saw a lot of ants, it looked more like they were gathered for Woodstock, all in a big crowd, kind of swaying with their little ant music. I am pretty sure I heard the faint sounds of Jimi Hendrix. To further prove this, there were several all going after what I originally thought was a piece of bread. It wasn’t bread. It was a piece of foam. The ants were so stoned, they thought couch foam was bread. Tell me these are not hippie ants!
In one of those fun sitcom moments, I had dinner ready on the table about 3 seconds before Ken and Bobby pulled into the driveway. I seemed to only be missing the cute little apron. Oh, and also I was lacking in children who wolfed down my dinner. Instead, they only picked at it. Oh well. Whatcha gonna do, right?
The boys still are captivated by the movie Shark Boy and Lava Girl, so I am glad I chose that for the evening. It meant no fights, happy children, and I had a few moments to chit chat with Ken and time to finish some chores. At this point, the house won’t need as much cleaning come weekend time, so I am way relieved.
Ken may be going to see Star Trek this evening. I had told him he should go and see it since he is such a Trek fan. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see it, too, but I am pretty sure I can wait. Honestly, movies at the theatre hardly interest me anymore. I like being able to pause movies. I like being in my jammies. I like being able to have a rum and coke while watching. I LOVE being able to grab my computer at any point to be able to look up some random actor that I need to know what I know them from.
I need some free time. I have my Paul Reiser book, Babyhood, which is cute and a fast read, but I need to finish it as I just borrowed my mom’s copy of Catcher in the Rye. Sure, I have read it before, but it has been ages. I took one of those silly Facebook quizzes on what literary character are you and I am Holden. Also, semi recently, there was a joke about Catcher in the Rye that Ken didn’t catch on a show since he had not read the book before. So I wanted to be re-versed in the story so that I can determine if Ken should actually read it. Look, I know he SHOULD read it, but let’s face it, he has less time than me to read. And he reads slow. Ok, not slow, just slower than me. He has stacks of magazines by the bed that he is behind on. The only reason he was able to read the last two Harry Potter books was that he read them to Dax. I can’t do that anymore since the last time I read a real book to Dax, I kept crying, which is hard to explain to a 2 year old. Any way, if memory serves, Ken will truly enjoy the book, and I think it would have been an excellent book for him to have read when he was younger. So we will see. If I get a bit of time, I will be enjoying the classic soon.
Ken wasn’t thrilled about the book. He read the first page and was annoyed at the run on sentence that was the opening sentence. He didn’t understand how it was a classic. In all fairness, he is right. Many “classics” are crap. Hello, did anyone actually enjoy the Great Gatsby? Lord of the Flies, although interesting, wears on you a bit if you read it more than once. I am an avid fan of Harry Potter, and yet my mom, who is all smart and shit, couldn’t even get through the first book! For all I know, my children will hate the books, yet to some degree, these are my own personal classics. It is so funny how certain books can inspire people to read them over and over and yet some just make you want to scoop out your eyes with a spoon.
Top Gun Day? Really?
I am worried that I am going to need to scrub Bobby tonight. Ken is taking him to work with him, which is normally fine except that he is going to be exposed to the Bumblies, which are this crazy family, and then he is going to the evil Ralphs. What if the other dimension sucks him in like in Poltergeist??? I am worried.
Ok, I am feeling weird and skaky, so I wanted to put this down somewhere in case something does happen to me. It is probably nothing, but you never know. Ok, no, you pretty much know it is nothing, but in a hypochondriac’s world, we never know.
Ok, this morning has been annoying. The net wasn’t working at home, so I was unable to do anything on the computer. On the way in, lights were not working. When I get here, the net is acting odd, including gmail which doesn’t seem to be working. This does not bode well for our hero.
Yesterday was one of those random days in which I spent only maybe an hour with Bobby. He went to work with Ken, and didn’t go with Dax and I to my parents’ house. So when they got home, it was almost 6, and since they go to bed around 7, it was odd to have so little time with him.
Dax and I didn’t stay at my parents’ house very long, either. We went, and I tried to do Wii and found myself coughing up nasties and stopped. My mom was working late, and around 4:30, it was really only me, Dax and my dad. I am not suggesting that I was bored, but Dax seemed a little bit. All three of us just wandered around the house, Dax exploring, while my dad and I watched. So I opted to go home.
I scrubbed the hell out of the kitchen in order to combat the hippie ants. I call them hippies because they are not acting like the normal military style ants we get this time of year. There wasn’t as many steady marching streams. When you saw a lot of ants, it looked more like they were gathered for Woodstock, all in a big crowd, kind of swaying with their little ant music. I am pretty sure I heard the faint sounds of Jimi Hendrix. To further prove this, there were several all going after what I originally thought was a piece of bread. It wasn’t bread. It was a piece of foam. The ants were so stoned, they thought couch foam was bread. Tell me these are not hippie ants!
In one of those fun sitcom moments, I had dinner ready on the table about 3 seconds before Ken and Bobby pulled into the driveway. I seemed to only be missing the cute little apron. Oh, and also I was lacking in children who wolfed down my dinner. Instead, they only picked at it. Oh well. Whatcha gonna do, right?
The boys still are captivated by the movie Shark Boy and Lava Girl, so I am glad I chose that for the evening. It meant no fights, happy children, and I had a few moments to chit chat with Ken and time to finish some chores. At this point, the house won’t need as much cleaning come weekend time, so I am way relieved.
Ken may be going to see Star Trek this evening. I had told him he should go and see it since he is such a Trek fan. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see it, too, but I am pretty sure I can wait. Honestly, movies at the theatre hardly interest me anymore. I like being able to pause movies. I like being in my jammies. I like being able to have a rum and coke while watching. I LOVE being able to grab my computer at any point to be able to look up some random actor that I need to know what I know them from.
I need some free time. I have my Paul Reiser book, Babyhood, which is cute and a fast read, but I need to finish it as I just borrowed my mom’s copy of Catcher in the Rye. Sure, I have read it before, but it has been ages. I took one of those silly Facebook quizzes on what literary character are you and I am Holden. Also, semi recently, there was a joke about Catcher in the Rye that Ken didn’t catch on a show since he had not read the book before. So I wanted to be re-versed in the story so that I can determine if Ken should actually read it. Look, I know he SHOULD read it, but let’s face it, he has less time than me to read. And he reads slow. Ok, not slow, just slower than me. He has stacks of magazines by the bed that he is behind on. The only reason he was able to read the last two Harry Potter books was that he read them to Dax. I can’t do that anymore since the last time I read a real book to Dax, I kept crying, which is hard to explain to a 2 year old. Any way, if memory serves, Ken will truly enjoy the book, and I think it would have been an excellent book for him to have read when he was younger. So we will see. If I get a bit of time, I will be enjoying the classic soon.
Ken wasn’t thrilled about the book. He read the first page and was annoyed at the run on sentence that was the opening sentence. He didn’t understand how it was a classic. In all fairness, he is right. Many “classics” are crap. Hello, did anyone actually enjoy the Great Gatsby? Lord of the Flies, although interesting, wears on you a bit if you read it more than once. I am an avid fan of Harry Potter, and yet my mom, who is all smart and shit, couldn’t even get through the first book! For all I know, my children will hate the books, yet to some degree, these are my own personal classics. It is so funny how certain books can inspire people to read them over and over and yet some just make you want to scoop out your eyes with a spoon.
Top Gun Day? Really?
I am worried that I am going to need to scrub Bobby tonight. Ken is taking him to work with him, which is normally fine except that he is going to be exposed to the Bumblies, which are this crazy family, and then he is going to the evil Ralphs. What if the other dimension sucks him in like in Poltergeist??? I am worried.
Ok, I am feeling weird and skaky, so I wanted to put this down somewhere in case something does happen to me. It is probably nothing, but you never know. Ok, no, you pretty much know it is nothing, but in a hypochondriac’s world, we never know.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
What is Beauty?
7-12-09
Beauty pageants are big business. They are should not be confused with presidential elections. The contestants are not beautiful young women with voices to be heard. They are pieces in a well oiled machine that create income for perhaps some not so beautiful people behind the scenes.
Pageants are important to the women who sometimes work their whole lives towards the dream of having some sparkly tiara placed on their helmet hair. They are the girls that don’t sing into the shampoo bottle, they are the ones that use the shampoo bottle as their pretend scepter or bundle of roses as they practice their kiss and wave in front of a mirror, hoping that some day they will be doing this in front of a large crowd.
The beauty industry is widespread. There is the fashion industry and Hollywood, but the pageants are a different industry altogether. In fashion, the goal is to sell clothing. Hollywood could be selling everything from movies to music. Even advertising uses beauty for its sales. How many people ran out and bought a Carl’s Jr Hamburger once they saw Paris Hilton making a mess of herself on that car?
What does the pageant industry sell? Truly, it comes down to, these are women, selling themselves. Their sole purpose is to flaunt their assets, along with their asses, in front of a panel of judges in order to get the crown, and in the end, whatever cash prizes come their way with this honor.
The question becomes, do we as a society truly care about what these women are selling? At least with Hollywood, we get a little pleasure out of watching a movie with a good looking actress. Carl’s Jr hamburgers are yummy, and even though I am sure I would eat one without Paris’s endorsement, it might have sparked some sales. But if a Miss American contestant happens to look fabulous in a one piece bathing suit, are we running out in droves to get the suit? I would imagine their hopes are that we didn’t notice the suit, and actually saw only the woman in the suit. But we can’t go out and buy her.
We only seem to pay real attention when there is scandal. Vanessa Williams was once Miss America in 1983. Although it is possible she got a lot of press for being the first African American Miss America, the press for the nude pictures 10 months into her reign was much greater. When little JonBenet Ramsey was brought into the spotlight, it wasn’t for her cute smile, it was for the brutal way in which her life was ended.
The last couple weeks have been filled with the media reports concerning Carrie Prejean and her Miss California title. It started with the controversy with her answer to one of the questions asked by the judges. My first complaint with this is that, why in the world are we asking questions? Does it truly mater if she knows anything about the Middle East or about important issues like gay marriage? These aren’t well rounded women. They are women who know how to make their teeth look the right shade of white and how to keep their bathing suit from riding up.
As if this wasn’t bad enough, the question asked came from the judge. Perez Hilton. This man is not to be confused with the hamburger selling chick mentioned before. This is the flamboyant celebrity blogger who is famous mostly for his crude drawings on pictures of people in Hollywood with childish remarks under them. This is the caliber of your judges? This in itself makes not only the question and answer null and void, but it negates any kind of serious tone you could possibly take with this pageant.
His question regarding gay marriage resulted in her answer summed up as she was not a supporter of this. If you are for or against gay marriage, honestly, what does it matter what this woman thinks? Have you been holding on to your ballet for Prop 8, waiting for Ms. Prejean to finally make an official statement on the matter? Did the world stop turning when she said she only believed in “opposite” marriage? Did Steven Hawking stand up for the first time in years, all inspired because clearly, here was a woman truly worthy of his audience because of her brilliance? If your answer is yes to any of these, then I would guess you work for a pageant.
While this controversy was brewing, the outspoken contestant must have forgotten about the cardinal rule. Don’t take naked pictures of yourself unless you are fully prepared to have them splayed across the internet and be publicly mocked for your lack of morals.
Once again, I don’t care what she did in front of a camera. Her little pageant might, but should the rest of the world care? Ok, maybe a little since she is hot, and under 18 so make sure you don’t go looking at that! But other than that, it makes no difference whatsoever. She is the business of selling her body. If her body was photographed, isn’t that the whole point? And maybe that is why the folks behind the Miss California are all up in arms. Not because they exist, but because they didn’t make any money off of their property, which is really, Ms Prejean herself. Wouldn’t it be refreshing if they came out and just asked her to let them use the photo in one of their calendars or maybe on a mug? Shoot, there was a rumor flying around that the Miss California people paid for her breast implants and that these pics are after said surgery. Then in my book, them boobs belong to someone other than Ms Prejean.
All I am trying to say is, yes, put them up on a pedestal. But this pedestal is not made of honor or character. It is simply some pretty statue you see in a museum and marvel at the beautiful curves that may or may not be man made. She should be seen, not heard, as a testament to how amazing Aqua Net can hold and just how much makeup the human face can hold without drooping. Please don’t think that they are role models. They are just models, and I think once we drop the role, the universe will be restored, in the form of a Miss Universe sash.
Beauty pageants are big business. They are should not be confused with presidential elections. The contestants are not beautiful young women with voices to be heard. They are pieces in a well oiled machine that create income for perhaps some not so beautiful people behind the scenes.
Pageants are important to the women who sometimes work their whole lives towards the dream of having some sparkly tiara placed on their helmet hair. They are the girls that don’t sing into the shampoo bottle, they are the ones that use the shampoo bottle as their pretend scepter or bundle of roses as they practice their kiss and wave in front of a mirror, hoping that some day they will be doing this in front of a large crowd.
The beauty industry is widespread. There is the fashion industry and Hollywood, but the pageants are a different industry altogether. In fashion, the goal is to sell clothing. Hollywood could be selling everything from movies to music. Even advertising uses beauty for its sales. How many people ran out and bought a Carl’s Jr Hamburger once they saw Paris Hilton making a mess of herself on that car?
What does the pageant industry sell? Truly, it comes down to, these are women, selling themselves. Their sole purpose is to flaunt their assets, along with their asses, in front of a panel of judges in order to get the crown, and in the end, whatever cash prizes come their way with this honor.
The question becomes, do we as a society truly care about what these women are selling? At least with Hollywood, we get a little pleasure out of watching a movie with a good looking actress. Carl’s Jr hamburgers are yummy, and even though I am sure I would eat one without Paris’s endorsement, it might have sparked some sales. But if a Miss American contestant happens to look fabulous in a one piece bathing suit, are we running out in droves to get the suit? I would imagine their hopes are that we didn’t notice the suit, and actually saw only the woman in the suit. But we can’t go out and buy her.
We only seem to pay real attention when there is scandal. Vanessa Williams was once Miss America in 1983. Although it is possible she got a lot of press for being the first African American Miss America, the press for the nude pictures 10 months into her reign was much greater. When little JonBenet Ramsey was brought into the spotlight, it wasn’t for her cute smile, it was for the brutal way in which her life was ended.
The last couple weeks have been filled with the media reports concerning Carrie Prejean and her Miss California title. It started with the controversy with her answer to one of the questions asked by the judges. My first complaint with this is that, why in the world are we asking questions? Does it truly mater if she knows anything about the Middle East or about important issues like gay marriage? These aren’t well rounded women. They are women who know how to make their teeth look the right shade of white and how to keep their bathing suit from riding up.
As if this wasn’t bad enough, the question asked came from the judge. Perez Hilton. This man is not to be confused with the hamburger selling chick mentioned before. This is the flamboyant celebrity blogger who is famous mostly for his crude drawings on pictures of people in Hollywood with childish remarks under them. This is the caliber of your judges? This in itself makes not only the question and answer null and void, but it negates any kind of serious tone you could possibly take with this pageant.
His question regarding gay marriage resulted in her answer summed up as she was not a supporter of this. If you are for or against gay marriage, honestly, what does it matter what this woman thinks? Have you been holding on to your ballet for Prop 8, waiting for Ms. Prejean to finally make an official statement on the matter? Did the world stop turning when she said she only believed in “opposite” marriage? Did Steven Hawking stand up for the first time in years, all inspired because clearly, here was a woman truly worthy of his audience because of her brilliance? If your answer is yes to any of these, then I would guess you work for a pageant.
While this controversy was brewing, the outspoken contestant must have forgotten about the cardinal rule. Don’t take naked pictures of yourself unless you are fully prepared to have them splayed across the internet and be publicly mocked for your lack of morals.
Once again, I don’t care what she did in front of a camera. Her little pageant might, but should the rest of the world care? Ok, maybe a little since she is hot, and under 18 so make sure you don’t go looking at that! But other than that, it makes no difference whatsoever. She is the business of selling her body. If her body was photographed, isn’t that the whole point? And maybe that is why the folks behind the Miss California are all up in arms. Not because they exist, but because they didn’t make any money off of their property, which is really, Ms Prejean herself. Wouldn’t it be refreshing if they came out and just asked her to let them use the photo in one of their calendars or maybe on a mug? Shoot, there was a rumor flying around that the Miss California people paid for her breast implants and that these pics are after said surgery. Then in my book, them boobs belong to someone other than Ms Prejean.
All I am trying to say is, yes, put them up on a pedestal. But this pedestal is not made of honor or character. It is simply some pretty statue you see in a museum and marvel at the beautiful curves that may or may not be man made. She should be seen, not heard, as a testament to how amazing Aqua Net can hold and just how much makeup the human face can hold without drooping. Please don’t think that they are role models. They are just models, and I think once we drop the role, the universe will be restored, in the form of a Miss Universe sash.
Monday, May 11, 2009
fire
5-11-09
I have reports I am supposed to be doing, but I have to wait for one thing to finish, so I figured I would write a bit. Besides, these ones are time crucial, so if I get them done by 11 instead of 10, I don’t think anyone will notice.
Busy weekend. Saturday morning, we went over to Wilson Park for numerous reasons. We stopped first at the Farmers Market. I like the feel of those things, even though I never get anything. The boys had a couple of samples, and some lemonade, and Ken had this burrito thing that was mostly onion.
We went over to the playground for a while, where the boys ran and had lots of fun. We didn’t stay there long, since we wanted to get over to the Fire Service Day events next to the park over at SCROC. We got over there at the perfect time since it allowed us a good seat to see the fire demonstration.
The problem was, it was hot, the boys were hungry and tired, and Bobby seemed to suffer from some dehydration. He got all tired and weird and didn’t want to see a lot of what was going on. Ken had to carry him out and got him some water. He seemed a little better. I was concerned since he had not peed all day, and he just seemed off. Let’s just say, with good reason.
At around 5, Bobby decides all of the sudden he has to go poop. He announces this and runs to the bathroom. Ken and I then hear him call out, “I made a mess!” Ken and I looked at each other, and we knew, this wasn’t good.
From what we can tell, he was in the process of pulling down his pants when all hell broke loose. It was a puddle on the floor, it was splatter on the wall. It was in his back pocket! If it wasn’t my kid, I might not have laughed as hard. The best part was that my little sensitive Bobby, who sometimes gets upset at stuff like this, was super calm and ok with the whole thing. He knew it wasn’t his fault and he was great! Needless to say, there was a lot of clean up involved, and Bobby felt gobs better after that. He had some oatmeal, which we figured was a good plan to help his tummy. He did have some more clean up for the morning, but it wasn’t too bad. Dax was also experiencing issues, but you certainly praise diapers once you have cleaned up an underwear mess.
Bobby must have felt sick all day, but when he and I went to the mall in the afternoon, he was great. We went to get my mom her gift certificate for mom’s day, and then over to the Disney store. Bobby even was excited about going to the car wash with me. He was always so afraid, but he loved this new place that opened up near by. It looked less scary than the little ones at the gas station, so I think that helped.
Sunday was mom’s day, so we headed out to Grammie’s for a day of swimming and BBQ. It was nice out, so the pool was great. I didn’t get to visit as much as I would have liked since with kids that small, you need to be in the pool with them. But it was ok, aside from the burn on my head. Um, yeah, don’t wear your hair in pigtails unless you have put sunblock on the part. Brushing my hair this morning wasn’t fun.
The traffic was bad coming back, so the boys didn’t fall asleep. Too much stop and go, so they didn’t get lulled into relaxation. They of course fell asleep maybe 20 minutes out from home. Not a big deal. When we got home, we set them up on the couch and chair with their blankets with Buzz Lightyear, so they were happy.
I know stuff happened that I wanted to write about, but I am still sleepy myself so I can’t remember. I am also still shook up from yet another bad Dax dream. This one was horrible. There was some company that would let you die looking good. They put you to sleep, and would put some preservative in you to make you look serene. For some reason, Dax decided to do this. I am telling you, it was horrible. I found out after he was already in the middle of the process, and seeing your child “sleeping” was too much for me. I woke up, and couldn’t get the dream out. I tried everything, so I finally went back into the dream and took control of it. I saved Dax, and yelled at the company saying that how could a 2 year old sign a form. They told me that Dax had complained of not being able to sleep enough at night, so he was ready for the process. I still yelled, and Dax was fine. I even added comedy when the Geico gecko was there. But even with all of that, it was disturbing on every level, and I can safely say that even though it is grand when the boys sleep through the night with no issues, I think I prefer them getting up at least once since then I know they are ok.
I am thinking I need to try to sleep without NyQuil tonight, since all of these freaky dreams came about when I have had some.
Stupid report doesn’t match, running something else.
We have to drive out to Grammie’s house tonight. Ken forgot his computer out there. I am not looking forward to driving out to Riverside this afternoon, but it should be ok. The boys can watch a movie, and Ken and I will listen to Kevin and Bean and chit chat. Should be ok.
Last night, I felt faint. I know I didn’t drink enough fluids being that I was in the sun two days in a row. I took a shower last night, and I think the hot water with my coughing, just made me faint. I really need to take it easy!
I think I have a busy week in front of me. The weekend includes taking my dad to get another tattoo, and a possible visit from my brother, Doug. This of course means I need to get my house clean this week. If I chip away at it each day, I should be ok. It isn’t too bad. I can get the boys’ rooms done in the 30 minutes between getting home and getting them. Dishes, keep up on them.
Oh! So we found a house. I don’t anticipate a post saying that we are moving, but it is exiting. We were heading to Target when we saw a yard sale. We went to turn around, and noticed this open house by our “dream street”. Ken ran in to get a flyer, and then comes out and tells me I need to come look. I was impressed. It was about $500K, 3 bedroom, 1 bath, good sized yard, super cute, walking distance to Wilson Park, kids would go to West Beverly (ok, Torrance High, but let’s face it, I would call it West Beverly) and it is practically on the street we want to live on. It is on Carson, but the back of the house is an alley, so that is the way to really get in and out. We talked to the neighbors who have kids the same age as ours and rave about the place. Ken called our real estate guy, and they are seeing what we can do. We were not pre qualified, so that it a problem. Plus, there are two bids. The thing that may help our case is that this is a house that a father and son have worked on their whole lives. The dad bought the place for $800 back when it was built, and he and his son rebuilt it. He passed away recently, hence the sale. But since the space is zoned to be able to be torn down and turned into apts or a duplex, the bids may be for developers like that. Perhaps the son would rather sell to a nice family. So keep fingers crossed as we will probably know more today.
If we move, can I just leave all my old stuff behind and get new stuff? Packing doesn’t sound appealing. Maybe I will get rid of more stuff that way.
I wish I could feel less sleepy at work.
The boss is being stupid today.
I don’t like the new gum I got.
I wish my cough would go away.
They are talking to someone who can talk to dead people. I find it interesting that she said the number one way people talk to deceased loved ones is through dreams, and based on what she said happens in those dreams, I seem to have spoken to Grandaddy not long after he passed. Cool!
I fund it fascinating to watch or listen to the people who say they have a connection with the dead. You hear them rattle off information to the living person about their loved ones. It always seems to be in strange code. Like this last chick, her father kept mentioning something about one of three. Dude, who the hell talks like that? Is there a new language you have to learn when you die? Is it some elaborate game of charades? I was impressed that the medium chick actually came up with a couple of things, especially when it was over the radio. I don’t know if I believe. I know, I have now admitted being a hint crazy, but I just love the idea of people being able to talk to you once they died. I think that I need to come up with some kind of code word for people. So if you die, and I go to talk to you through a medium, remember to tell me…Hmmm what would be a good code word? How about Salsa Shark? Ok, so remember, when you want to talk to me when you are dead, tell me Salsa Shark and I will believe anything this medium tells me.
I feel a little better now that a bit more of the day has passed. I had some lunch, and had a couple of the brownie bites I made yesterday. All kinds of good. I was glad to hear that the boys had a fab morning, and although yes, I always look forward to seeing them, for some reason, right now I have more of a desire. My pictures at my desk help (it looks like a freaking shrine to them) but it just isn’t enough.
How much Viagra do you think actually gets sold from spam advertisements? I get the emails at work all day long, and you wonder, who is clicking on these and saying, hmm, Viagra at only $.25 a pill? Awesome! I think I will stock up, maybe give some for Christmas. I just can’t see people doing that. Then again, I can’t see how people give money to televangelists. Infomercials, hell yes, I understand. I still really want a snuggie, despite having a stellar blanket that Ken got me. Isn’t that sad?
I watched a Spongebob with the boys yesterday and for the first time in a while, a cartoon made me gag a bit. Patrick ate this disgusting piece of gum, and I am telling you, it made me want to hurl. Maybe I was just still woozy from having seen yet another one of those stupid King-on commercials from Burger King.
I have reports I am supposed to be doing, but I have to wait for one thing to finish, so I figured I would write a bit. Besides, these ones are time crucial, so if I get them done by 11 instead of 10, I don’t think anyone will notice.
Busy weekend. Saturday morning, we went over to Wilson Park for numerous reasons. We stopped first at the Farmers Market. I like the feel of those things, even though I never get anything. The boys had a couple of samples, and some lemonade, and Ken had this burrito thing that was mostly onion.
We went over to the playground for a while, where the boys ran and had lots of fun. We didn’t stay there long, since we wanted to get over to the Fire Service Day events next to the park over at SCROC. We got over there at the perfect time since it allowed us a good seat to see the fire demonstration.
The problem was, it was hot, the boys were hungry and tired, and Bobby seemed to suffer from some dehydration. He got all tired and weird and didn’t want to see a lot of what was going on. Ken had to carry him out and got him some water. He seemed a little better. I was concerned since he had not peed all day, and he just seemed off. Let’s just say, with good reason.
At around 5, Bobby decides all of the sudden he has to go poop. He announces this and runs to the bathroom. Ken and I then hear him call out, “I made a mess!” Ken and I looked at each other, and we knew, this wasn’t good.
From what we can tell, he was in the process of pulling down his pants when all hell broke loose. It was a puddle on the floor, it was splatter on the wall. It was in his back pocket! If it wasn’t my kid, I might not have laughed as hard. The best part was that my little sensitive Bobby, who sometimes gets upset at stuff like this, was super calm and ok with the whole thing. He knew it wasn’t his fault and he was great! Needless to say, there was a lot of clean up involved, and Bobby felt gobs better after that. He had some oatmeal, which we figured was a good plan to help his tummy. He did have some more clean up for the morning, but it wasn’t too bad. Dax was also experiencing issues, but you certainly praise diapers once you have cleaned up an underwear mess.
Bobby must have felt sick all day, but when he and I went to the mall in the afternoon, he was great. We went to get my mom her gift certificate for mom’s day, and then over to the Disney store. Bobby even was excited about going to the car wash with me. He was always so afraid, but he loved this new place that opened up near by. It looked less scary than the little ones at the gas station, so I think that helped.
Sunday was mom’s day, so we headed out to Grammie’s for a day of swimming and BBQ. It was nice out, so the pool was great. I didn’t get to visit as much as I would have liked since with kids that small, you need to be in the pool with them. But it was ok, aside from the burn on my head. Um, yeah, don’t wear your hair in pigtails unless you have put sunblock on the part. Brushing my hair this morning wasn’t fun.
The traffic was bad coming back, so the boys didn’t fall asleep. Too much stop and go, so they didn’t get lulled into relaxation. They of course fell asleep maybe 20 minutes out from home. Not a big deal. When we got home, we set them up on the couch and chair with their blankets with Buzz Lightyear, so they were happy.
I know stuff happened that I wanted to write about, but I am still sleepy myself so I can’t remember. I am also still shook up from yet another bad Dax dream. This one was horrible. There was some company that would let you die looking good. They put you to sleep, and would put some preservative in you to make you look serene. For some reason, Dax decided to do this. I am telling you, it was horrible. I found out after he was already in the middle of the process, and seeing your child “sleeping” was too much for me. I woke up, and couldn’t get the dream out. I tried everything, so I finally went back into the dream and took control of it. I saved Dax, and yelled at the company saying that how could a 2 year old sign a form. They told me that Dax had complained of not being able to sleep enough at night, so he was ready for the process. I still yelled, and Dax was fine. I even added comedy when the Geico gecko was there. But even with all of that, it was disturbing on every level, and I can safely say that even though it is grand when the boys sleep through the night with no issues, I think I prefer them getting up at least once since then I know they are ok.
I am thinking I need to try to sleep without NyQuil tonight, since all of these freaky dreams came about when I have had some.
Stupid report doesn’t match, running something else.
We have to drive out to Grammie’s house tonight. Ken forgot his computer out there. I am not looking forward to driving out to Riverside this afternoon, but it should be ok. The boys can watch a movie, and Ken and I will listen to Kevin and Bean and chit chat. Should be ok.
Last night, I felt faint. I know I didn’t drink enough fluids being that I was in the sun two days in a row. I took a shower last night, and I think the hot water with my coughing, just made me faint. I really need to take it easy!
I think I have a busy week in front of me. The weekend includes taking my dad to get another tattoo, and a possible visit from my brother, Doug. This of course means I need to get my house clean this week. If I chip away at it each day, I should be ok. It isn’t too bad. I can get the boys’ rooms done in the 30 minutes between getting home and getting them. Dishes, keep up on them.
Oh! So we found a house. I don’t anticipate a post saying that we are moving, but it is exiting. We were heading to Target when we saw a yard sale. We went to turn around, and noticed this open house by our “dream street”. Ken ran in to get a flyer, and then comes out and tells me I need to come look. I was impressed. It was about $500K, 3 bedroom, 1 bath, good sized yard, super cute, walking distance to Wilson Park, kids would go to West Beverly (ok, Torrance High, but let’s face it, I would call it West Beverly) and it is practically on the street we want to live on. It is on Carson, but the back of the house is an alley, so that is the way to really get in and out. We talked to the neighbors who have kids the same age as ours and rave about the place. Ken called our real estate guy, and they are seeing what we can do. We were not pre qualified, so that it a problem. Plus, there are two bids. The thing that may help our case is that this is a house that a father and son have worked on their whole lives. The dad bought the place for $800 back when it was built, and he and his son rebuilt it. He passed away recently, hence the sale. But since the space is zoned to be able to be torn down and turned into apts or a duplex, the bids may be for developers like that. Perhaps the son would rather sell to a nice family. So keep fingers crossed as we will probably know more today.
If we move, can I just leave all my old stuff behind and get new stuff? Packing doesn’t sound appealing. Maybe I will get rid of more stuff that way.
I wish I could feel less sleepy at work.
The boss is being stupid today.
I don’t like the new gum I got.
I wish my cough would go away.
They are talking to someone who can talk to dead people. I find it interesting that she said the number one way people talk to deceased loved ones is through dreams, and based on what she said happens in those dreams, I seem to have spoken to Grandaddy not long after he passed. Cool!
I fund it fascinating to watch or listen to the people who say they have a connection with the dead. You hear them rattle off information to the living person about their loved ones. It always seems to be in strange code. Like this last chick, her father kept mentioning something about one of three. Dude, who the hell talks like that? Is there a new language you have to learn when you die? Is it some elaborate game of charades? I was impressed that the medium chick actually came up with a couple of things, especially when it was over the radio. I don’t know if I believe. I know, I have now admitted being a hint crazy, but I just love the idea of people being able to talk to you once they died. I think that I need to come up with some kind of code word for people. So if you die, and I go to talk to you through a medium, remember to tell me…Hmmm what would be a good code word? How about Salsa Shark? Ok, so remember, when you want to talk to me when you are dead, tell me Salsa Shark and I will believe anything this medium tells me.
I feel a little better now that a bit more of the day has passed. I had some lunch, and had a couple of the brownie bites I made yesterday. All kinds of good. I was glad to hear that the boys had a fab morning, and although yes, I always look forward to seeing them, for some reason, right now I have more of a desire. My pictures at my desk help (it looks like a freaking shrine to them) but it just isn’t enough.
How much Viagra do you think actually gets sold from spam advertisements? I get the emails at work all day long, and you wonder, who is clicking on these and saying, hmm, Viagra at only $.25 a pill? Awesome! I think I will stock up, maybe give some for Christmas. I just can’t see people doing that. Then again, I can’t see how people give money to televangelists. Infomercials, hell yes, I understand. I still really want a snuggie, despite having a stellar blanket that Ken got me. Isn’t that sad?
I watched a Spongebob with the boys yesterday and for the first time in a while, a cartoon made me gag a bit. Patrick ate this disgusting piece of gum, and I am telling you, it made me want to hurl. Maybe I was just still woozy from having seen yet another one of those stupid King-on commercials from Burger King.
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