12-21-10
Stocking stuff done! We each took a boy, one of us at Dollar Tree, the other at 99 cent store and let the kids pick out things for their brother. We told them anything was ok. There were plenty of toys, but there was also a plunger, a ketchup bottle and wrapping paper. Should be fun. I think we have invented a new tradition.
Big Lots finished us out, and we have lots of goodies for the boys. Yay cheap toys!
We have one last Target run today and then we are prepped for go tomorrow. Work is a lot of gathering storm clouds right now, so I am a little nervous, but worst case scenario, I am working from the Compound on Thursday. Seems reasonable.
Remy escaped yesterday. Ken had failed to latch the cage completely. Thankfully, Team Luna and Monarch spotted our wayward rat and Ken managed to capture him and put him back with Ratticus and the safety of their condo. I really want to convert a Barbie’s Dream House into a rat condo. Perhaps next year. Especially once all the Christmas toys are on clearance!
I got good sleep last night. I woke up so incredibly comfy, it was a real shame to have to crawl out of my cocoon.
I got two texts last night from some number I don’t know in New York that say “666? I knew u were evil!” Someone I know or random prank text?
Some lady in IHOP last night took the time to come up to us to tell us how well behaved the boys were. Of course, I am so bad with taking a compliment, all I could think was that she must have heard us scolding the boys for what we felt was wild behavior and she wanted to make sure we knew that we were being too hard on them.
The rain is starting from the work storm. I think I will be working late tonight.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
5 more days till Christmas!
12-20-10
I need to wake up. I am sleepy. I went to bed later than planned. Oh well.
We have a leak in the roof. I am not shocked since the front is all kinds of tore up. We need to redo all of it.
Friday night date night was awesome. We tossed the kids out of the car as we raced off from my folks to the movie. Our seats were great, and the movie was actually pretty damn good. I was shocked, since I wasn’t impressed with the first one.
Ken loved it. This isn’t shocking, but his reaction to a scene in the end was.
Tears. That’s right. My man cried in Tron.
Ok, before you laugh at the geek crying in one of the biggest sci fi flicks in years, it wasn’t the special effects or epic storyline that got to him. It was the simple phrase, “goodbye, Kiddo” that had him all choked up.
Ken’s term of endearment towards the boys has always been kiddo. He used to call Smack that, too. It is a phrase he reserves for a select few. Through the flick, Flynn called his son kiddo. It was sweet. Especially since Jeff Bridges was simply the Dude in a light up jump suit. Ken also thought is was nice, but didn’t think much of it until the end scenes. Spoiler alert: Flynn Dies. Not shocking, I know. But Flynn says to Sam a few moments before he goes, “Goodbye, kiddo.”
Ken was reduced to tears.
I didn’t know this until the credits. I let the movie soak in as the names rolled by on the screen. Ken was silent, so I had just assumed he also was taking it all in. We were in the fancy pants 3D glasses, and it was still dimmed lighting, so I didn’t notice the moisture on his cheeks.
I broke the silence and asked what he thought, mostly assuming him excited and thrilled at it. As he removed his glasses, and I saw his tear streaked face, I wanted to laugh. I thought that he was just so impressed with the imagery of it all, that it had reduced him to tears. Instead, he explained what had done him in.
It was sweet to have him so upset at the idea of having to utter that phrase to his own boys some day. It was if this was one of those days in which fatherhood kicked him right in the crotch. He said it had just struck a chord. I told him to be thankful that he isn’t like me where al I am made up of are very sensitive chords. He was not even able to laugh too much yet.
He thankfully came back from the brink as we headed out to Universal. It was bumper to bumper traffic all the way up. I suppose the rain didn’t help. But we got there ok, and even managed good seats to see Hollywood Babble On.
The service at the comedy club wasn’t great since our food order took an hour, and my corn dog was still cold in the middle. But I didn’t care, especially once Kevin and Ralph took the stage.
It was awesome to watch. Even though the podcast is great, you miss out on glances and hand motions and all the visuals that don’t always come through on audio.
They also read my email. I had written them that morning, asking for a shout out for Ken. I know my audience, so my email mentioned that it was a Christmas present, and that my man would be rewarded in the form of oral pleasure. I can assure you, they were amused as they read the email, and even had us wave. On the way out, Ken got numerous pats on the back and thumbs up. I made him the man.
I didn’t sleep much that night. We got home and in bed by about midnight. I didn’t get my M*A*S*H because our tv in the bedroom decided to die. No biggie, since I had rain to listen to. However, it would not be enough to drown out our smoke alarm that had a failing battery at 2 am. Nor did it stop the cats from knocking shit down. It was a long night.
Ken left at around 6:30, and I headed out right after to go to my folks. I was there by 7, and the boys were thrilled to see me. They told me right away that they had oatmeal for breakfast, but that it was not like mine and therefore not good. Awesome!
We made cookies, and I created the best Christmas cookie I have ever done. The head wound on the snowman included brain matter, and the tiny gun on the mad man was pretty decent. The boys loved it. I think I worried my family.
Grammie didn’t make it, but Doug did. We had El Indo for lunch, and I made the boys double decker sandwiches. They were starving, and tired. They slept, but I am guessing not as well as they would of at home. Also, being cooped up in the house due to rain was wearing on them. Presents helped, especially the ones from Doug since they could be instantly enjoyed.
They got giant inflatable balls that they will be able to get inside. The rain kept us from playing with those. They were able to use their stilts. I was impressed at how easily Bobby got around on them. Dax is normally the one who picks up that sort of skill quickly, but he struggled a bit with them.
They got Mickey Mouse and Star Wars from Doug, which allowed them to play with something small (and thankfully quiet). But even with those, the house seemed insanely loud. My mom finally turned off the radio, and it was nice still for a while.
We headed out around 2:30. I had considered going to the mall to get a couple of presents, but instead could see when it was time to throw in the towel on keeping the boys cooped up like that. We went home, and they took a bath so that they could play with Mickey since he was a bath toy, complete with a boat.
I suppose I could have cleaned house. Instead, I dinked around and scratched my poor neglected and wet dogs. They were happy mommy was home.
The boys and I ate dinner and I put them to bed. Since Ken was not home from the tournament yet, I was able to settle in and watch a movie from Netflix that I have had since September. A Single Man. Super good and sweet. Colin Firth is amazing in everything.
Sunday was a whirlwind of shopping. We took care of pretty much the rest of the presents. We have a couple more, but they should be easy enough to accomplish this evening. We still have some stocking stuffers we need to obtain from the cheap corner, which includes Dollar Tree, 99 cent store and Big Lots.
The boys were restless and cranky all day. I am sure this lack of real routine and no outside time is starting to get to them. Today, I am pretty sure they are home all day with Ken. He mentioned taking Dax to Maria’s, but I don’t know what is really the plan. Ken has laundry to do so that I can finish packing. The boys bag is ready, but I have a couple more items for my bag. Ken has to do his whole bag, but his is shockingly easy. LOL!
Ken and I watched Love Actually last night as he wrapped presents. It was a nice Christmas style evening. This is why I went to bed so late, but it was worth it.
This morning, I am at a lull in my work duties. Big time responsibility doesn’t seem to kick in for another 40 minutes. Although, I think I should get to work on a few items while I have some time. I just have to make it through today and tomorrow. I am considering leaving even earlier than noon on Wednesday. Maybe 10? Don’t know. We shall see. It all depends on how things go the next 2 days.
Ok, off I go.
I need to wake up. I am sleepy. I went to bed later than planned. Oh well.
We have a leak in the roof. I am not shocked since the front is all kinds of tore up. We need to redo all of it.
Friday night date night was awesome. We tossed the kids out of the car as we raced off from my folks to the movie. Our seats were great, and the movie was actually pretty damn good. I was shocked, since I wasn’t impressed with the first one.
Ken loved it. This isn’t shocking, but his reaction to a scene in the end was.
Tears. That’s right. My man cried in Tron.
Ok, before you laugh at the geek crying in one of the biggest sci fi flicks in years, it wasn’t the special effects or epic storyline that got to him. It was the simple phrase, “goodbye, Kiddo” that had him all choked up.
Ken’s term of endearment towards the boys has always been kiddo. He used to call Smack that, too. It is a phrase he reserves for a select few. Through the flick, Flynn called his son kiddo. It was sweet. Especially since Jeff Bridges was simply the Dude in a light up jump suit. Ken also thought is was nice, but didn’t think much of it until the end scenes. Spoiler alert: Flynn Dies. Not shocking, I know. But Flynn says to Sam a few moments before he goes, “Goodbye, kiddo.”
Ken was reduced to tears.
I didn’t know this until the credits. I let the movie soak in as the names rolled by on the screen. Ken was silent, so I had just assumed he also was taking it all in. We were in the fancy pants 3D glasses, and it was still dimmed lighting, so I didn’t notice the moisture on his cheeks.
I broke the silence and asked what he thought, mostly assuming him excited and thrilled at it. As he removed his glasses, and I saw his tear streaked face, I wanted to laugh. I thought that he was just so impressed with the imagery of it all, that it had reduced him to tears. Instead, he explained what had done him in.
It was sweet to have him so upset at the idea of having to utter that phrase to his own boys some day. It was if this was one of those days in which fatherhood kicked him right in the crotch. He said it had just struck a chord. I told him to be thankful that he isn’t like me where al I am made up of are very sensitive chords. He was not even able to laugh too much yet.
He thankfully came back from the brink as we headed out to Universal. It was bumper to bumper traffic all the way up. I suppose the rain didn’t help. But we got there ok, and even managed good seats to see Hollywood Babble On.
The service at the comedy club wasn’t great since our food order took an hour, and my corn dog was still cold in the middle. But I didn’t care, especially once Kevin and Ralph took the stage.
It was awesome to watch. Even though the podcast is great, you miss out on glances and hand motions and all the visuals that don’t always come through on audio.
They also read my email. I had written them that morning, asking for a shout out for Ken. I know my audience, so my email mentioned that it was a Christmas present, and that my man would be rewarded in the form of oral pleasure. I can assure you, they were amused as they read the email, and even had us wave. On the way out, Ken got numerous pats on the back and thumbs up. I made him the man.
I didn’t sleep much that night. We got home and in bed by about midnight. I didn’t get my M*A*S*H because our tv in the bedroom decided to die. No biggie, since I had rain to listen to. However, it would not be enough to drown out our smoke alarm that had a failing battery at 2 am. Nor did it stop the cats from knocking shit down. It was a long night.
Ken left at around 6:30, and I headed out right after to go to my folks. I was there by 7, and the boys were thrilled to see me. They told me right away that they had oatmeal for breakfast, but that it was not like mine and therefore not good. Awesome!
We made cookies, and I created the best Christmas cookie I have ever done. The head wound on the snowman included brain matter, and the tiny gun on the mad man was pretty decent. The boys loved it. I think I worried my family.
Grammie didn’t make it, but Doug did. We had El Indo for lunch, and I made the boys double decker sandwiches. They were starving, and tired. They slept, but I am guessing not as well as they would of at home. Also, being cooped up in the house due to rain was wearing on them. Presents helped, especially the ones from Doug since they could be instantly enjoyed.
They got giant inflatable balls that they will be able to get inside. The rain kept us from playing with those. They were able to use their stilts. I was impressed at how easily Bobby got around on them. Dax is normally the one who picks up that sort of skill quickly, but he struggled a bit with them.
They got Mickey Mouse and Star Wars from Doug, which allowed them to play with something small (and thankfully quiet). But even with those, the house seemed insanely loud. My mom finally turned off the radio, and it was nice still for a while.
We headed out around 2:30. I had considered going to the mall to get a couple of presents, but instead could see when it was time to throw in the towel on keeping the boys cooped up like that. We went home, and they took a bath so that they could play with Mickey since he was a bath toy, complete with a boat.
I suppose I could have cleaned house. Instead, I dinked around and scratched my poor neglected and wet dogs. They were happy mommy was home.
The boys and I ate dinner and I put them to bed. Since Ken was not home from the tournament yet, I was able to settle in and watch a movie from Netflix that I have had since September. A Single Man. Super good and sweet. Colin Firth is amazing in everything.
Sunday was a whirlwind of shopping. We took care of pretty much the rest of the presents. We have a couple more, but they should be easy enough to accomplish this evening. We still have some stocking stuffers we need to obtain from the cheap corner, which includes Dollar Tree, 99 cent store and Big Lots.
The boys were restless and cranky all day. I am sure this lack of real routine and no outside time is starting to get to them. Today, I am pretty sure they are home all day with Ken. He mentioned taking Dax to Maria’s, but I don’t know what is really the plan. Ken has laundry to do so that I can finish packing. The boys bag is ready, but I have a couple more items for my bag. Ken has to do his whole bag, but his is shockingly easy. LOL!
Ken and I watched Love Actually last night as he wrapped presents. It was a nice Christmas style evening. This is why I went to bed so late, but it was worth it.
This morning, I am at a lull in my work duties. Big time responsibility doesn’t seem to kick in for another 40 minutes. Although, I think I should get to work on a few items while I have some time. I just have to make it through today and tomorrow. I am considering leaving even earlier than noon on Wednesday. Maybe 10? Don’t know. We shall see. It all depends on how things go the next 2 days.
Ok, off I go.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Date NIght
12-17-10
I am all kinds of confused. I am caught up with work! I do have one report to generate, but right now I am in the calm before the storm. At least this is what I am assuming since there is no way today will be quiet.
I got to see Bobby’s singing yesterday. He was one of the 12 who got to hold the presents that were flipped for the 12 days of Christmas. Super cute. It was an extremely ambitious song for kindergarteners. They had some difficulty, but managed. Bobby was super adorable, of course.
I was actually quite moved by the other classes, as well. These kids were all so sweet, and cute and really, there is an innocence that will be lost soon enough that I was appreciating. I am such a sap.
On the bad side of the school day, Bobby had gotten in trouble for biting a kid. It wasn’t what it sounds like. He and some other boy were playing monsters. Bobby maintains that it was an accident, and the other boy even seemed to not care much. But the bite was bad enough to warrant calling parents. Mrs. Fasheh was not too concerned, though. The package of supplies my mom had gotten both teachers may have bribed her enough to keep Bobby off the naughty list.
It was a mellow evening. The boys had some difficulty getting to sleep, especially Bobby. But they finally managed to sleep. I have a feeling come Sunday, those kids are going to sleep in until noon. LOL!
Tonight is date night, and I am so excited. When I get off work, I am heading home where we will pack up the kids and head over to my folks’ to drop their butts off. Tron starts at 4 in El Segundo. We have assigned seats, so this will be cool. Then we will head up to Universal afterwards to get up to the Jon Lovitz Comedy Club. We get to see Kevin Smith and Ralph! YAY! After that, we actually have some shopping to do. I need a couple more things for tomorrow. Hell, I need to wrap some things for tomorrow.
Ken has his tournament in the morning. I don’t know where it is, but I know he has to be there by 7:30. This means he will be up early. Unfortunetly, Target doesn’t open until 8 am. Although starting Sunday, they are open till midnight, which is cool. I will probably head over to my folks around 7.
We are making cookies, having a lunch, and then opening presents. Very exciting! I am sure my parents got the boys fun stuff. I figure we will head home late afternoon. It is supposed to rain, so it will be mellow movie time!
I get my bonus today. Woo hoo! It is one week of pay. Not bad! Hell, I am so excited we are doing well enough again to give a bonus.
Ok, I see some work coming in.
I am all kinds of confused. I am caught up with work! I do have one report to generate, but right now I am in the calm before the storm. At least this is what I am assuming since there is no way today will be quiet.
I got to see Bobby’s singing yesterday. He was one of the 12 who got to hold the presents that were flipped for the 12 days of Christmas. Super cute. It was an extremely ambitious song for kindergarteners. They had some difficulty, but managed. Bobby was super adorable, of course.
I was actually quite moved by the other classes, as well. These kids were all so sweet, and cute and really, there is an innocence that will be lost soon enough that I was appreciating. I am such a sap.
On the bad side of the school day, Bobby had gotten in trouble for biting a kid. It wasn’t what it sounds like. He and some other boy were playing monsters. Bobby maintains that it was an accident, and the other boy even seemed to not care much. But the bite was bad enough to warrant calling parents. Mrs. Fasheh was not too concerned, though. The package of supplies my mom had gotten both teachers may have bribed her enough to keep Bobby off the naughty list.
It was a mellow evening. The boys had some difficulty getting to sleep, especially Bobby. But they finally managed to sleep. I have a feeling come Sunday, those kids are going to sleep in until noon. LOL!
Tonight is date night, and I am so excited. When I get off work, I am heading home where we will pack up the kids and head over to my folks’ to drop their butts off. Tron starts at 4 in El Segundo. We have assigned seats, so this will be cool. Then we will head up to Universal afterwards to get up to the Jon Lovitz Comedy Club. We get to see Kevin Smith and Ralph! YAY! After that, we actually have some shopping to do. I need a couple more things for tomorrow. Hell, I need to wrap some things for tomorrow.
Ken has his tournament in the morning. I don’t know where it is, but I know he has to be there by 7:30. This means he will be up early. Unfortunetly, Target doesn’t open until 8 am. Although starting Sunday, they are open till midnight, which is cool. I will probably head over to my folks around 7.
We are making cookies, having a lunch, and then opening presents. Very exciting! I am sure my parents got the boys fun stuff. I figure we will head home late afternoon. It is supposed to rain, so it will be mellow movie time!
I get my bonus today. Woo hoo! It is one week of pay. Not bad! Hell, I am so excited we are doing well enough again to give a bonus.
Ok, I see some work coming in.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
I actually had time for a small one today
12-15-10
24 years ago, Panda Dog was born. I miss that dog. She was so awesome. No offense to my current pups, but Panda Dog was something else.
It is going to be a busy next week. I am hoping I don’t get too stressed. I managed to set up an account this morning, and do some other things, so hopefully I did them right.
I need to do my packing list. Man, I have a lot to do. Thank goodness Sunday is wide open and I can gather everything and get it all ready to go.
Dax’s singing was wonderful. It was so cute to watch him get all in to it, and occasionally bust out a “Hi Mom!” from the stage. The kids were adorable. Then at the end of the last son, I watched Dax walk off the stage. I freaked, since I didn’t know what he was doing as no one else was leaving yet. I was thinking of telling him to go back, but thankfully I didn’t because he was going to the microphone where he then got to tell the room, “Thank you for coming to our Christmas Program.” YAY! My baby was chosen to have this responsibility. AWESOME!!
Bobby got his first report card. He did great! It is a 4 point scale, and she told us that she hardly ever gives 4’s. So when he got all 3’s, this was great! He got one 2, in arts, which we totally expected since he colors too fast. Thankfully lately he has been doing much better. He also got a handful of 4’s on things like resolving conflict and respecting the teachers. So this was a great thing. I am uber proud mommy.
My co-worker’s mom just passed away. She was 96. Thankfully it was quick, but the suddenness of it and it being so close to the holidays, man, what a sad day for her. My thoughts go out to Ichu and I wish her safe travels to the Philippines.
Interesting debate on whether or not professional athletes who do something horrid should and when or will they be forgiven in the public’s eyes. Case and point is Michael Vic. He is apparently playing really well, and is trying to make amends for his heinous crimes. They were then comparing him to I guess this one dude who killed a guy, and his crime is forgotten. It is all an interesting debate, but not one I will get into now, as I am crazy busy with my job. But still, it was an interesting topic on K&B.
Turns out, I do not care for setting up new accounts. But I am working with a smile because I figure the worst I do is fuck it up for a week. I mean, it is all stuff that is correctible. So I am not going to fret. YAY!
We have dubbed these two creepy neighbors a couple of blocks over, Tard and Shotgun. We have not seen Shotgun in a while. We are worried.
The boys like Rush and the Scorpions.
I am working on someone else’s paperwork for some extra cash. It seems wrong, but who am I to judge since I get the money.
Ken tells me this morning that there is a present I need to open tonight so that it doesn’t go bad as it apparently does come Friday. I think I am worried.
I am obsessed with Sing a ma Jigs.
24 years ago, Panda Dog was born. I miss that dog. She was so awesome. No offense to my current pups, but Panda Dog was something else.
It is going to be a busy next week. I am hoping I don’t get too stressed. I managed to set up an account this morning, and do some other things, so hopefully I did them right.
I need to do my packing list. Man, I have a lot to do. Thank goodness Sunday is wide open and I can gather everything and get it all ready to go.
Dax’s singing was wonderful. It was so cute to watch him get all in to it, and occasionally bust out a “Hi Mom!” from the stage. The kids were adorable. Then at the end of the last son, I watched Dax walk off the stage. I freaked, since I didn’t know what he was doing as no one else was leaving yet. I was thinking of telling him to go back, but thankfully I didn’t because he was going to the microphone where he then got to tell the room, “Thank you for coming to our Christmas Program.” YAY! My baby was chosen to have this responsibility. AWESOME!!
Bobby got his first report card. He did great! It is a 4 point scale, and she told us that she hardly ever gives 4’s. So when he got all 3’s, this was great! He got one 2, in arts, which we totally expected since he colors too fast. Thankfully lately he has been doing much better. He also got a handful of 4’s on things like resolving conflict and respecting the teachers. So this was a great thing. I am uber proud mommy.
My co-worker’s mom just passed away. She was 96. Thankfully it was quick, but the suddenness of it and it being so close to the holidays, man, what a sad day for her. My thoughts go out to Ichu and I wish her safe travels to the Philippines.
Interesting debate on whether or not professional athletes who do something horrid should and when or will they be forgiven in the public’s eyes. Case and point is Michael Vic. He is apparently playing really well, and is trying to make amends for his heinous crimes. They were then comparing him to I guess this one dude who killed a guy, and his crime is forgotten. It is all an interesting debate, but not one I will get into now, as I am crazy busy with my job. But still, it was an interesting topic on K&B.
Turns out, I do not care for setting up new accounts. But I am working with a smile because I figure the worst I do is fuck it up for a week. I mean, it is all stuff that is correctible. So I am not going to fret. YAY!
We have dubbed these two creepy neighbors a couple of blocks over, Tard and Shotgun. We have not seen Shotgun in a while. We are worried.
The boys like Rush and the Scorpions.
I am working on someone else’s paperwork for some extra cash. It seems wrong, but who am I to judge since I get the money.
Ken tells me this morning that there is a present I need to open tonight so that it doesn’t go bad as it apparently does come Friday. I think I am worried.
I am obsessed with Sing a ma Jigs.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sing!
12-14-10
I am in a foul mood, which is a shame since I get to go see Dax sing in a bit. I am sure that will cheer me greatly. I leave here at 8, then come back to work. I have a Christmas party and possible meeting to attend.
Yesterday was fun. We went to Disneyland as we are about to enter the month of blackout days with our passes. Plus, I needed to get a present for my mom. What we did not know when we got there is that they closed at 6 yesterday as it was the Disneyland cast members Christmas party. LOL! Actually, it worked out well, as it allowed us to not get sucked into staying too late.
We hit up Alice in Wonderland since Bobby requested we go on it. We rounded the first corner in the ride to be hit with an amusing, and super potent smell, of pot smoke. It was great as it was right where the caterpillar was chilling on his toadstool. We were quite amused.
We did the Small World Holiday ride and Storybook Village, both rides we don’t always do. It was fun, but there was a lot of people there. As we headed out, with a crying Dax in tow as he was pissed we were leaving without allowing him to fight Darth Vader in the Jedi Training Academy, already in progress as we passed it. He has become the king of tantrums lately. Thankfully, there is less head butting involved.
We went by Build A Bear as I had $15 in gift coupons I needed to use before the end of the year. I had Ken do the purchase while I ran interference. They had a small tiger and dinosaur that I wanted for the boys’ stockings. Bobby is obsessed with tigers these days, with Dax really gravitating towards dinosaurs. And free stocking stuffers! Woo hoo!
Our intent was to hit up Pick Up Stix for dinner in order to help out Sabrina’s school since it was fundraiser night. But silly me, I didn’t really read the flyer because I was just gung ho on helping out. We got to Pick Up Stix when it was discovered that we needed to be at the one in San Pedro, and have the flyer in hand. LOL! Oh well, maybe next time.
The boys ate when we got home, and we had told them it was bed right after because it was a little late. Dax wandered off from the table, and I had assumed he was in the bathroom. Next thing you know, I hear him yell out, “Mom, are you going to tuck me in?” Awesome! The kid put himself to bed!!
Holly Jolly Christmas was on the radio and where they say, “Oh by golly, Have a holly jolly Christmas” Bobby was sure they were singing Oh Bobby, have a holly jolly Christmas. He rules.
I am rocking the Santa socks and hat this morning. Does this make me spirited or crazy?
I need my own theme song.
I am seriously considering not work on Thursday. I think I could then go to Dax’s Christmas party, and then also go to Bobby’s performance. We will see how it goes. I may need to work my half day as planned. Besides, I get to work only till noon on the 22nd, and not go back for a week and a half!! YAY!!
Several times now, we have been at Disneyland and seen the pin trading business. We are thinking of doing this. Get the boys and us the little pin necklaces and start collecting. Could be fun for a family tradition. Some day we can pass these on. Sure, it is trivial, but I think the boys would get a kick out of it.
Amazon delivered my 3 packages last night. 1 is a present for Andy, and the other two are for Ken. I am excited since I really don’t think he knows what it is. Of course, he could just be saying that so that I am not bummed that I didn’t surprise him. I hope it is a surprise, and I hope he likes it.
There is a huge part of me that wishes I could have taken this year off. School year, I mean. I would have loved to have been a volunteer in the classrooms for the boys. I would have loved walking them to school along with picking them up. Plus, a year off would be heaven. I could organize the house and really get work done there. I really need to start playing the lottery. Despite my complaints, I do love my job, but I would give it up in a heart beat if I could. I would like the idea of being the mom at home, maybe taking time to work on the house, then write some epic novel. Ahhh…dreams.
Ok, time to get ready to head out. YAY!
I am in a foul mood, which is a shame since I get to go see Dax sing in a bit. I am sure that will cheer me greatly. I leave here at 8, then come back to work. I have a Christmas party and possible meeting to attend.
Yesterday was fun. We went to Disneyland as we are about to enter the month of blackout days with our passes. Plus, I needed to get a present for my mom. What we did not know when we got there is that they closed at 6 yesterday as it was the Disneyland cast members Christmas party. LOL! Actually, it worked out well, as it allowed us to not get sucked into staying too late.
We hit up Alice in Wonderland since Bobby requested we go on it. We rounded the first corner in the ride to be hit with an amusing, and super potent smell, of pot smoke. It was great as it was right where the caterpillar was chilling on his toadstool. We were quite amused.
We did the Small World Holiday ride and Storybook Village, both rides we don’t always do. It was fun, but there was a lot of people there. As we headed out, with a crying Dax in tow as he was pissed we were leaving without allowing him to fight Darth Vader in the Jedi Training Academy, already in progress as we passed it. He has become the king of tantrums lately. Thankfully, there is less head butting involved.
We went by Build A Bear as I had $15 in gift coupons I needed to use before the end of the year. I had Ken do the purchase while I ran interference. They had a small tiger and dinosaur that I wanted for the boys’ stockings. Bobby is obsessed with tigers these days, with Dax really gravitating towards dinosaurs. And free stocking stuffers! Woo hoo!
Our intent was to hit up Pick Up Stix for dinner in order to help out Sabrina’s school since it was fundraiser night. But silly me, I didn’t really read the flyer because I was just gung ho on helping out. We got to Pick Up Stix when it was discovered that we needed to be at the one in San Pedro, and have the flyer in hand. LOL! Oh well, maybe next time.
The boys ate when we got home, and we had told them it was bed right after because it was a little late. Dax wandered off from the table, and I had assumed he was in the bathroom. Next thing you know, I hear him yell out, “Mom, are you going to tuck me in?” Awesome! The kid put himself to bed!!
Holly Jolly Christmas was on the radio and where they say, “Oh by golly, Have a holly jolly Christmas” Bobby was sure they were singing Oh Bobby, have a holly jolly Christmas. He rules.
I am rocking the Santa socks and hat this morning. Does this make me spirited or crazy?
I need my own theme song.
I am seriously considering not work on Thursday. I think I could then go to Dax’s Christmas party, and then also go to Bobby’s performance. We will see how it goes. I may need to work my half day as planned. Besides, I get to work only till noon on the 22nd, and not go back for a week and a half!! YAY!!
Several times now, we have been at Disneyland and seen the pin trading business. We are thinking of doing this. Get the boys and us the little pin necklaces and start collecting. Could be fun for a family tradition. Some day we can pass these on. Sure, it is trivial, but I think the boys would get a kick out of it.
Amazon delivered my 3 packages last night. 1 is a present for Andy, and the other two are for Ken. I am excited since I really don’t think he knows what it is. Of course, he could just be saying that so that I am not bummed that I didn’t surprise him. I hope it is a surprise, and I hope he likes it.
There is a huge part of me that wishes I could have taken this year off. School year, I mean. I would have loved to have been a volunteer in the classrooms for the boys. I would have loved walking them to school along with picking them up. Plus, a year off would be heaven. I could organize the house and really get work done there. I really need to start playing the lottery. Despite my complaints, I do love my job, but I would give it up in a heart beat if I could. I would like the idea of being the mom at home, maybe taking time to work on the house, then write some epic novel. Ahhh…dreams.
Ok, time to get ready to head out. YAY!
Monday, December 13, 2010
getting back to normal
12-13-10
What a weekend!
After a crazy work week, it was nice to be busy with home stuff. On Friday I managed to get in some Christmas shopping, which was way good. I ordered some things on line, and then the boys, Ken and I headed out to various locations in search of presents. We got quite a few done. I still have to go out this week for a couple more for Bowlby Christmas on Saturday, but it shouldn’t be too hard.
Saturday morning was spent wrapping presents and getting the tree looking more Christmasy with them under it. The boys had each picked out a present for their brother the night before, which was very exciting. I liked how much they really were excited about what they got the other.
Saturday evening we went out to the Christmas lights in Torrance with my parents, my brother and his friends. It was a lot of fun. The lights there are always amazing, and the boys are getting to an age in which they really appreciate them more.
But boy, is that a lot of walking! LOL!
Sunday morning I went into work. It was actually pretty cool. The 3 hours I was working flew by, and I got a lot done. Plus, the man in charge of training called me to pick up donuts, so I felt all important. Of course, it meant that when I came in this morning that I had already done most of the morning work for today. LOL! But that’s ok, as now I get to work on stuff I have neglected the last week or so.
When I got home, we tried to force the boys to nap since we had been out past their bedtime both Friday and Saturday night. Plus, we were going to head down to Manhattan Beach to let them play in the snow. Yes, that’s right, snow! They got to ride a sled down a little run they had made, throw snowballs at Ken, and the highlight I think of their time was the free Sketchers bag they got. They are obsessed with Sketchers.
I am tired and not wanting to be here. I would like to go back to bed.
Tomorrow I am taking an early lunch to go watch Dax sing. Woo hoo! On Thursday I get to watch Bobby sing. I am a proud mommy this week.
Friday night I get date night. We have tickets to see Tron at 4 at the archlight. The boys will be staying the night at my parents’ house so we drop them off right before the movie, and then go do grown up stuff. My understanding is that there is booze at the archlight. I think perhaps I need a cocktail. Or I should just breakdown and buy a flask so I always have it on hand. LOL!
After movie magic, we have discussed going to dinner. Not sure if that will be Cozy’s, or just Taco Bell where we can go home and vege out, sans kids. Either way, it will be a nice evening.
Saturday, Ken has a tournament, so I will hang with the boys, my parents, Grammie and Matt at the house for Christmas with them since we are at the Compound for actual Christmas. We are making cookies and opening presents and having lots of merriment. I am jazzed.
Sigh. One of the screens I use is different due to the upgrade, and I have been explaining this for the past 2 weeks, and now, and only now, once it is all done, a fucktard in this dept gets all uppity about it. Sigh.
I should get some work done.
What a weekend!
After a crazy work week, it was nice to be busy with home stuff. On Friday I managed to get in some Christmas shopping, which was way good. I ordered some things on line, and then the boys, Ken and I headed out to various locations in search of presents. We got quite a few done. I still have to go out this week for a couple more for Bowlby Christmas on Saturday, but it shouldn’t be too hard.
Saturday morning was spent wrapping presents and getting the tree looking more Christmasy with them under it. The boys had each picked out a present for their brother the night before, which was very exciting. I liked how much they really were excited about what they got the other.
Saturday evening we went out to the Christmas lights in Torrance with my parents, my brother and his friends. It was a lot of fun. The lights there are always amazing, and the boys are getting to an age in which they really appreciate them more.
But boy, is that a lot of walking! LOL!
Sunday morning I went into work. It was actually pretty cool. The 3 hours I was working flew by, and I got a lot done. Plus, the man in charge of training called me to pick up donuts, so I felt all important. Of course, it meant that when I came in this morning that I had already done most of the morning work for today. LOL! But that’s ok, as now I get to work on stuff I have neglected the last week or so.
When I got home, we tried to force the boys to nap since we had been out past their bedtime both Friday and Saturday night. Plus, we were going to head down to Manhattan Beach to let them play in the snow. Yes, that’s right, snow! They got to ride a sled down a little run they had made, throw snowballs at Ken, and the highlight I think of their time was the free Sketchers bag they got. They are obsessed with Sketchers.
I am tired and not wanting to be here. I would like to go back to bed.
Tomorrow I am taking an early lunch to go watch Dax sing. Woo hoo! On Thursday I get to watch Bobby sing. I am a proud mommy this week.
Friday night I get date night. We have tickets to see Tron at 4 at the archlight. The boys will be staying the night at my parents’ house so we drop them off right before the movie, and then go do grown up stuff. My understanding is that there is booze at the archlight. I think perhaps I need a cocktail. Or I should just breakdown and buy a flask so I always have it on hand. LOL!
After movie magic, we have discussed going to dinner. Not sure if that will be Cozy’s, or just Taco Bell where we can go home and vege out, sans kids. Either way, it will be a nice evening.
Saturday, Ken has a tournament, so I will hang with the boys, my parents, Grammie and Matt at the house for Christmas with them since we are at the Compound for actual Christmas. We are making cookies and opening presents and having lots of merriment. I am jazzed.
Sigh. One of the screens I use is different due to the upgrade, and I have been explaining this for the past 2 weeks, and now, and only now, once it is all done, a fucktard in this dept gets all uppity about it. Sigh.
I should get some work done.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
sorry
12-8-10
Despite my plan to revamp my blog and possibly do a little less in terms of posting overall, I did feel the need to write something this morning.
I want to apologize.
In the last couple weeks I have been a level of swamped at work that hasn’t happened in ages. Most of the time I have so much time I am bored. I can write, I can keep up on Wikipedia, I keep up with emails and catch up with folks I don’t seem much. I am on top of it all.
Then came the new system at work.
Don’t get me wrong. I am levels of flattered I have not felt at work in a while. I feel important, useful, awesome, smart, hard working, etc etc. I love it. Look, you know I am feeling good about a project when not only do I put in OT, but agree to work on a Sunday.
That being said, I didn’t factor in the other uber important task I was assigned at the same time.
One of my coworkers is going out of town for a few weeks. The only person they can have cover her desk in her absence is me. No joke. So this means, I had to take a crash course in her responsibilities and get access to the system with her authorizations. Needless to say, it wasn’t easy. It meant that my full time job was her desk.
Oh, yeah, and I still have my own job to cover.
So for the last week, for all of this week, and all of next week, I will be functioning as 3 people. Testing should come to an end mostly next week, but finding bugs or fielding questions on training the staff will take its place.
Another headache which I was just reminded of in the form of my boss doing his best impersonation of the boss from Office Space. He got some email from my super annoying customer that I didn’t respond to her email that I got an hour ago yet. FUCK HER. Fuck him, too, since he clearly doesn’t believe me in what I am doing. So this being said, I now have to drop other things to yell at this bitch. It is no wonder I have a headache.
So what I am trying to say is that if I don’t communicate as regularly as I used to, it isn’t from lack of love. It is because I have been going home at night and trying not to just drink myself into a stupor. Mind you, I still have home responsibilities when I get there, and truly my only stress free breaks have consisted of various Zynga games on Facebook and my nightly viewings of M*A*S*H. Yay!
Despite my plan to revamp my blog and possibly do a little less in terms of posting overall, I did feel the need to write something this morning.
I want to apologize.
In the last couple weeks I have been a level of swamped at work that hasn’t happened in ages. Most of the time I have so much time I am bored. I can write, I can keep up on Wikipedia, I keep up with emails and catch up with folks I don’t seem much. I am on top of it all.
Then came the new system at work.
Don’t get me wrong. I am levels of flattered I have not felt at work in a while. I feel important, useful, awesome, smart, hard working, etc etc. I love it. Look, you know I am feeling good about a project when not only do I put in OT, but agree to work on a Sunday.
That being said, I didn’t factor in the other uber important task I was assigned at the same time.
One of my coworkers is going out of town for a few weeks. The only person they can have cover her desk in her absence is me. No joke. So this means, I had to take a crash course in her responsibilities and get access to the system with her authorizations. Needless to say, it wasn’t easy. It meant that my full time job was her desk.
Oh, yeah, and I still have my own job to cover.
So for the last week, for all of this week, and all of next week, I will be functioning as 3 people. Testing should come to an end mostly next week, but finding bugs or fielding questions on training the staff will take its place.
Another headache which I was just reminded of in the form of my boss doing his best impersonation of the boss from Office Space. He got some email from my super annoying customer that I didn’t respond to her email that I got an hour ago yet. FUCK HER. Fuck him, too, since he clearly doesn’t believe me in what I am doing. So this being said, I now have to drop other things to yell at this bitch. It is no wonder I have a headache.
So what I am trying to say is that if I don’t communicate as regularly as I used to, it isn’t from lack of love. It is because I have been going home at night and trying not to just drink myself into a stupor. Mind you, I still have home responsibilities when I get there, and truly my only stress free breaks have consisted of various Zynga games on Facebook and my nightly viewings of M*A*S*H. Yay!
Monday, December 6, 2010
Random Question
Does there need to be a god for people to have a soul? Can we have a soul if we don't believe in a god? Do you have a soul if you don't believe in souls?
Just questioning some things right now. Don't mind me. But if you have input, please fill me in!
Just questioning some things right now. Don't mind me. But if you have input, please fill me in!
Did you miss me?
12-6-10
What is this? Do my eyes deceive me? Why, it’s a blog!
I actually have another busy day in front of me. I have training on the desk I have to cover for a month. I also have to fix some issues that were jacked up do to some other process. On top of all of this, I am sleepy tired as I didn’t get to sleep until about midnight. It is time for a dose of caffeine.
There is some kind of strange dot of pain residing on my left hand. I of course attempted to dig it out with a needle, which I think may have only made it worse. It feels like a splinter, which would be odd being that I don’t know how I managed to get a splinter between bedtime and getting up this morning. All I do know is that as I type, it is not comfortable on that hand to rest on the wrist pillow.
My late night was due to an outing to the Disney Concert Hall where I went with Stephanie to the Messiah Sing a Long. It was great fun, despite knowing maybe only one song. Turns out, I don’t know how to read music. LOL! I actually did ok on some of the singing, but I got lost often. Not that it matter as it allowed me to people watch, which was way cool, too.
After the Messiah songs, we went over to a different hall in which a number of folks who stayed sang Christmas carols. Thank goodness they handed out lyrics to those, too! Although, I knew these songs, so singing them with lyrics in hand was not too hard. Yay!
There was a little commotion during the carols in which it almost sounded like some crazy dude was not allowed to sing with us. He was shouting from nearby, and we never found out what the deal was, but it made me smile.
The rest of the weekend was productive. The boys and I went with my parents to see Grammie on Saturday. And that evening along with Sunday morning, I managed to get some Christmas presents for the boys, even buying some in front of them and explaining they were for someone else. I don’t anticipate that lie working for much longer.
The week ahead of me looks busy. This Saturday, I am hoping to get the rest of my shopping done so that I don’t have to deal with it any further. On Sunday, I will be working for a couple of hours, which is actually cool as it is 4 hours of OT. Not too bad!
Dax has been out of sorts the last few days. He is more argumentative and pissy and prone to melt downs over small things. He has also been sneezing and congested, so I am hoping this is just a cold that is putting him on edge and not some phase we have to deal with for some time.
Ok, I am going to get my ass to work. Hopefully I will have time this week to write some more.
What is this? Do my eyes deceive me? Why, it’s a blog!
I actually have another busy day in front of me. I have training on the desk I have to cover for a month. I also have to fix some issues that were jacked up do to some other process. On top of all of this, I am sleepy tired as I didn’t get to sleep until about midnight. It is time for a dose of caffeine.
There is some kind of strange dot of pain residing on my left hand. I of course attempted to dig it out with a needle, which I think may have only made it worse. It feels like a splinter, which would be odd being that I don’t know how I managed to get a splinter between bedtime and getting up this morning. All I do know is that as I type, it is not comfortable on that hand to rest on the wrist pillow.
My late night was due to an outing to the Disney Concert Hall where I went with Stephanie to the Messiah Sing a Long. It was great fun, despite knowing maybe only one song. Turns out, I don’t know how to read music. LOL! I actually did ok on some of the singing, but I got lost often. Not that it matter as it allowed me to people watch, which was way cool, too.
After the Messiah songs, we went over to a different hall in which a number of folks who stayed sang Christmas carols. Thank goodness they handed out lyrics to those, too! Although, I knew these songs, so singing them with lyrics in hand was not too hard. Yay!
There was a little commotion during the carols in which it almost sounded like some crazy dude was not allowed to sing with us. He was shouting from nearby, and we never found out what the deal was, but it made me smile.
The rest of the weekend was productive. The boys and I went with my parents to see Grammie on Saturday. And that evening along with Sunday morning, I managed to get some Christmas presents for the boys, even buying some in front of them and explaining they were for someone else. I don’t anticipate that lie working for much longer.
The week ahead of me looks busy. This Saturday, I am hoping to get the rest of my shopping done so that I don’t have to deal with it any further. On Sunday, I will be working for a couple of hours, which is actually cool as it is 4 hours of OT. Not too bad!
Dax has been out of sorts the last few days. He is more argumentative and pissy and prone to melt downs over small things. He has also been sneezing and congested, so I am hoping this is just a cold that is putting him on edge and not some phase we have to deal with for some time.
Ok, I am going to get my ass to work. Hopefully I will have time this week to write some more.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Blog vacation
I will be uber swamped all week with testing 8 hours a day until Friday. Because of that, I don't anticipate any time for blogging. Please forgive!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Perky
11-29-10
I am feeling positive and dizzy. Interesting combo, really.
I have been swamped all morning, finding myself without a blog until 11:30?? So as you can imagine, this will be short.
The weekend was good. Restful, and at times even a little dull. LOL! Christmas has been mostly set up in the house and not enough chores were done.
This morning I have found myself Dr. Philling people, which seems awfully cocky of me. Then again, I suppose if people ask for advice, I must say some things that are insightful and inspiring. LOL!
I am a little concerned at the detachment zone I feel, but I know a lot of it is due to staring at the computer screen even more intently than normal this morning. I have been testing our new system with a lot of vigor and have felt super powerful in doing so. I am staying a little late for the twice rescheduled meeting today and hope that it was worth the extra time at work. If anything, I suppose it is paid OT!
Hopefully tomorrow I will have a more interesting dialogue, but until then, let’s hope for cups to half full everywhere. Don’t worry, this over optimistic crap will return to its normally scheduled programming of over thinking and gloom and doom soon enough.
I am feeling positive and dizzy. Interesting combo, really.
I have been swamped all morning, finding myself without a blog until 11:30?? So as you can imagine, this will be short.
The weekend was good. Restful, and at times even a little dull. LOL! Christmas has been mostly set up in the house and not enough chores were done.
This morning I have found myself Dr. Philling people, which seems awfully cocky of me. Then again, I suppose if people ask for advice, I must say some things that are insightful and inspiring. LOL!
I am a little concerned at the detachment zone I feel, but I know a lot of it is due to staring at the computer screen even more intently than normal this morning. I have been testing our new system with a lot of vigor and have felt super powerful in doing so. I am staying a little late for the twice rescheduled meeting today and hope that it was worth the extra time at work. If anything, I suppose it is paid OT!
Hopefully tomorrow I will have a more interesting dialogue, but until then, let’s hope for cups to half full everywhere. Don’t worry, this over optimistic crap will return to its normally scheduled programming of over thinking and gloom and doom soon enough.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Selfish
11-23-10
Do you ever worry that you will be disenchanted by doing good things? Or does just the knowledge that even though your kind words, good deeds and well wishes were unappreciated, you are still good?
I worry about it. I am not saying I do a lot of nice things for people. But when I do, I unfortunately feel more entitled to gratitude than I really should. This then causes guilt because then it reinforces the idea that there are truly no unselfish acts. I agree with Joey on this. Even doing something nice is selfish because you usually feel good about it. And if you don’t feel good about it, it makes you some kind of a martyr. The dilemma!
The over thinking monster rears its ugly head!
I deleted coach and ETM from FB. Coach sent me a text last night asking for my current email. I don’t know if that means she noticed the lack of electronic friendship or if she truly is just that retarded that she doesn’t just have it in her email. Hell, ETM may have told her my beef and she is going to email be about it. My other thought it that she is going to ask us for money, too, for a present for the assistant coach, who is ETM’s husband. Sigh.
Ken asked me if my not wanting to go to the party is “doing it for Bobby” or just because I am a bitch. He didn’t use those words, mind you, but he should have. It is true, I have told Ken all season that we should bite our tongues and just cheer for Bobby’s sake. A party that will last all of 2 hours is doable. Yes, it is on a school night, an hour before bedtime, but whatever. Suck it up, Gena.
I want my kids to learn how to pick their battles. I may need to learn this first.
Ok, this is an admission that I have not told anyone. I tell you, my readers (I believe there are what, 3 of you?) because you see what I write (and some of you can see what I don’t) and know me. I have noticed a small amount of the blues. I have no reason for it, and I tend to perk back up when I try to figure out what it is from. It feels almost as irrational as baby blues. It worries me because I believe my crazy pills can cause this. I will continue to monitor it and see if I can come up with any ideas for an alternate cause, but I did want to document this.
It is much too early for the boss to be annoying. I will cut him slack. I think I am just cranky and it isn’t as though he was trying to be. It comes natural.
Skeleton crew at work tomorrow. If I am lucky, the boss will be one of the missing.
Apparently no amount of caffeine is going to wake me up this morning. I hate being tired. Stupid bad dreams.
I find it interesting that all of my bad dreams include someone leaving me. Not in death, mind you. But dumping me or just deciding they can’t be around me anymore. This must be my biggest fear. The idea of being alone. I have always has this fear. I am sure it is some of the subconscious motivation behind having children. Of course, that it just silly since they are the first to leave.
I am pleased to report that I was granted my time off request. This means I am off the 24th through the end of the year. I am being issued a company laptop so that I may work from wherever my ass resides during that time. This is way cool since it means that I don’t have to worry about not being around. This means a Compound Christmas! I am hoping for snow since it will be fun to watch Luna in it.
No word yet from coach or ETM. Don’t know what that means.
Do you ever have one of those days where you look in the mirror and realize you have flaming red hair?
When you have to blow on the eyelash twice, does it mean your wish doesn’t come true?
I am now rocking a Red Bull thanks to Ken and the boys. They had to come get Brandy’s keys from me since he didn’t realize they were in my car. Oops.
Ok, I need to figure out why my report isn’t available yet, so I will post this now since I don’t expect to write anymore.
Do you ever worry that you will be disenchanted by doing good things? Or does just the knowledge that even though your kind words, good deeds and well wishes were unappreciated, you are still good?
I worry about it. I am not saying I do a lot of nice things for people. But when I do, I unfortunately feel more entitled to gratitude than I really should. This then causes guilt because then it reinforces the idea that there are truly no unselfish acts. I agree with Joey on this. Even doing something nice is selfish because you usually feel good about it. And if you don’t feel good about it, it makes you some kind of a martyr. The dilemma!
The over thinking monster rears its ugly head!
I deleted coach and ETM from FB. Coach sent me a text last night asking for my current email. I don’t know if that means she noticed the lack of electronic friendship or if she truly is just that retarded that she doesn’t just have it in her email. Hell, ETM may have told her my beef and she is going to email be about it. My other thought it that she is going to ask us for money, too, for a present for the assistant coach, who is ETM’s husband. Sigh.
Ken asked me if my not wanting to go to the party is “doing it for Bobby” or just because I am a bitch. He didn’t use those words, mind you, but he should have. It is true, I have told Ken all season that we should bite our tongues and just cheer for Bobby’s sake. A party that will last all of 2 hours is doable. Yes, it is on a school night, an hour before bedtime, but whatever. Suck it up, Gena.
I want my kids to learn how to pick their battles. I may need to learn this first.
Ok, this is an admission that I have not told anyone. I tell you, my readers (I believe there are what, 3 of you?) because you see what I write (and some of you can see what I don’t) and know me. I have noticed a small amount of the blues. I have no reason for it, and I tend to perk back up when I try to figure out what it is from. It feels almost as irrational as baby blues. It worries me because I believe my crazy pills can cause this. I will continue to monitor it and see if I can come up with any ideas for an alternate cause, but I did want to document this.
It is much too early for the boss to be annoying. I will cut him slack. I think I am just cranky and it isn’t as though he was trying to be. It comes natural.
Skeleton crew at work tomorrow. If I am lucky, the boss will be one of the missing.
Apparently no amount of caffeine is going to wake me up this morning. I hate being tired. Stupid bad dreams.
I find it interesting that all of my bad dreams include someone leaving me. Not in death, mind you. But dumping me or just deciding they can’t be around me anymore. This must be my biggest fear. The idea of being alone. I have always has this fear. I am sure it is some of the subconscious motivation behind having children. Of course, that it just silly since they are the first to leave.
I am pleased to report that I was granted my time off request. This means I am off the 24th through the end of the year. I am being issued a company laptop so that I may work from wherever my ass resides during that time. This is way cool since it means that I don’t have to worry about not being around. This means a Compound Christmas! I am hoping for snow since it will be fun to watch Luna in it.
No word yet from coach or ETM. Don’t know what that means.
Do you ever have one of those days where you look in the mirror and realize you have flaming red hair?
When you have to blow on the eyelash twice, does it mean your wish doesn’t come true?
I am now rocking a Red Bull thanks to Ken and the boys. They had to come get Brandy’s keys from me since he didn’t realize they were in my car. Oops.
Ok, I need to figure out why my report isn’t available yet, so I will post this now since I don’t expect to write anymore.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Balls
I got me some courage and emailed ETM to let her know that $20 is excessive. I was polite and thanked her despite the fact that I so didn't need to. But I told her that no more than $10 is needed for a token present for Coach.
I am kind of hoping for an email back, but it is hard to say. I cced the papa of the other boy, too, to let him know how I felt. Hopefully he agrees. Either way, as Stephanie pointed out, what are they gonna do? Kick us off the team??
I am kind of hoping for an email back, but it is hard to say. I cced the papa of the other boy, too, to let him know how I felt. Hopefully he agrees. Either way, as Stephanie pointed out, what are they gonna do? Kick us off the team??
Weekend of rock stars
11-22-10
My busy weekend was good. I am looking forward to another 4 day weekend this week. Woo hoo!
A dilemma plagues me this morning. I am unsure of what the correct path is.
The evil team mom that has said no more than two words to us all season approached us and the other kid’s family to ask for a $20 donation for a present for the coach who didn’t want to be a coach, the same woman who scheduled her kid’s birthday party during a game and therefore didn’t show up, the same woman who barely did anything all season to make my son’s first soccer experience magical. She essentially felt that this woman deserved a $60 present from the boys. I was outraged. Even setting aside my hatred for this woman the anguish she caused Dax a couple weeks back, I couldn’t believe that in all this season, the only thing she organized for the team was a present for her friend, the coach.
I don’t dislike the coach to the same extent of evil team mom. Coach, despite her short comings, I really do believe cared for these kids. She was an awful coach, but she wasn’t this way because of evil blood. Just retarded blood.
So the question is, do I just suck it up, give the $20 and go to the team party next week, and smile for a couple hours since I don’t have to ever see them again after that? Or do I say something? Do I tell Evil Team Mom (ETM) that this is bullshit? Do I stand up for the fact that ETM and Coach sucked ass?
My answer is probably contained in the conversation I had with Bobby. I asked him if he liked Coach, and he told me he really did. Although I was livid at the craptastic team experience, Bobby was no worse for wear. I think that had he been damaged or upset, perhaps I should say something. But I watched Bobby be happy and cheerful and thrilled every second he was on the field. He never once complained that he had soccer. He never drug his feet when we had a game. Hell, he liked wearing his full uniform all day on game day. He was thrilled. That being said, maybe I need to set aside the contempt I have for these people, and just continue to be there for Bobby, not just me.
I can guarantee you that I will be unfriending them after the party.
My company sent a beautiful arrangement to the funeral home for Virg. My mom said they were the nicest by far and totally beautiful.
Dax and I shopped Friday morning. It was awesome. He was delightful and funny. The second we got Bobby, the dynamic changed significantly. It has become clear to me that the two of them are enjoying some independence from one another. Don’t get me wrong, they are still thick as thieves, but they don’t want to be twins.
On Saturday, Bobby had his last game, which was almost rained out. Mind you, this would not have been the kids’ choice. They loved running in the rain. It was the killjoy parents that were raining on their parade in the rain. Thankfully, the other team finally showed, and we were able to convince enough people to let the boys play. They had so much fun!
After the game, Ken headed out to the tournament he was helping with, which left the boys and I to hang out. I should have cleaned house, but instead, I fell asleep while they watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Then, they played in the playroom for 4 hours. No joke. I sat on my ass with the critters, watching my shows while they played and played. It was cool.
This was until I saw footage of the play.
Their monitor for the playroom is delayed by about 15 minutes. As I was setting out their dinner, I noted Dax watching the monitor. I asked him what he was doing and he says, “I am watching Bobby and I fight.” I looked up to see a knock down brawl. It was a bar fight sans beer bottles. It was WWE. It was frat boys punching each other just for the hell of it. It was AWFUL.
I punished them for fighting. Even though they fought for, gasp, 30 minutes and I didn’t know, I had evidence now. They had fun, actually. They were never hurting. They enjoyed kicking the shit out of each other. Sigh. Such boys.
I am rockin my new hair, sparkly silver dress and black pumps with stars. I have gotten gobs of compliments. I was also super flattered when Vicki told me she had kind of hoped that I would get the cut and rainbow color I had posted on FB. LOL!
Sunday was filled with lots of running around. Got a Costco run in, picked up some items from the Braskins and dropped of fund raiser bags to my folks. We also got over to the grocery store and even went into an open house that contained a pretty awesome house that would be perfect for us. Too bad I don’t have that kind of money. Sigh. It was so cool.
We then went over to Alyssa’s MIL’s house for Payton’s birthday party. It was mostly family, but their families are awesome. I know all of Alyssa’s nephews and niece from hanging out with them at the bounce place. They are awesome kids. Not shocking since both Alyssa and her husband Brian are pretty freaking cool. Payton is seriously, so fucking cute. I loved that she reached to have me hold her and I liked the idea of little kids starting to think I am not evil. When we saw Sabrina earlier in the day, she also seemed to think I was funny, which rocks since she is a total sweetie. I like that I may be the cool pseudo aunt to some kids. YAY!
Thank goodness Dax is a fast learner. His homework over this week is to practice “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas”. The kid already knows it. We sang it all through Costco, which was super fun.
We are taking the boys to Disneyland tonight. First, it has been far too long since we last went. Second, we need to renew out passes. Should be a good night!
Friday night was a much needed girl night. I went to Stephanie’s where we hung out with our old friends, Mr. G Goose and the Captain. I did not partake in nearly as much, but it didn’t matter since we got to chit chat for several hours. I really should do that more often.
I feel random this morning. Probably because this is going to be a funky short week. I have a meeting on Wednesday which will actually keep me late, but that is ok since Ken has the kids. I am excited since my schedule of 5:15 am has been approved. This is good news also because I was thinking I needed to start getting up at 4 to get here by 5, but really, there is no reason for the extra time. So yay! Sure, I complain about my job, but sometimes it is the little things that make me realize how lucky I am to have it.
On Saturday the boys and I did manage a mini party aside from the fight night they scheduled. We made cake, sang and danced and had some fun. Dax kept singing Revolution, so I helped him with the words. Bobby says all impressed, “Wow, Mom, you sound really good!” My head was swelling now. I love it when the boys give me unexpected compliments.
Ken and the boys dropped off keys and a soda for me this morning. Bobby says, “Mom, I love your lipstick!” I think the whole family doesn’t get to see mommy all dolled up enough. That’s right, I am a rock star.
My busy weekend was good. I am looking forward to another 4 day weekend this week. Woo hoo!
A dilemma plagues me this morning. I am unsure of what the correct path is.
The evil team mom that has said no more than two words to us all season approached us and the other kid’s family to ask for a $20 donation for a present for the coach who didn’t want to be a coach, the same woman who scheduled her kid’s birthday party during a game and therefore didn’t show up, the same woman who barely did anything all season to make my son’s first soccer experience magical. She essentially felt that this woman deserved a $60 present from the boys. I was outraged. Even setting aside my hatred for this woman the anguish she caused Dax a couple weeks back, I couldn’t believe that in all this season, the only thing she organized for the team was a present for her friend, the coach.
I don’t dislike the coach to the same extent of evil team mom. Coach, despite her short comings, I really do believe cared for these kids. She was an awful coach, but she wasn’t this way because of evil blood. Just retarded blood.
So the question is, do I just suck it up, give the $20 and go to the team party next week, and smile for a couple hours since I don’t have to ever see them again after that? Or do I say something? Do I tell Evil Team Mom (ETM) that this is bullshit? Do I stand up for the fact that ETM and Coach sucked ass?
My answer is probably contained in the conversation I had with Bobby. I asked him if he liked Coach, and he told me he really did. Although I was livid at the craptastic team experience, Bobby was no worse for wear. I think that had he been damaged or upset, perhaps I should say something. But I watched Bobby be happy and cheerful and thrilled every second he was on the field. He never once complained that he had soccer. He never drug his feet when we had a game. Hell, he liked wearing his full uniform all day on game day. He was thrilled. That being said, maybe I need to set aside the contempt I have for these people, and just continue to be there for Bobby, not just me.
I can guarantee you that I will be unfriending them after the party.
My company sent a beautiful arrangement to the funeral home for Virg. My mom said they were the nicest by far and totally beautiful.
Dax and I shopped Friday morning. It was awesome. He was delightful and funny. The second we got Bobby, the dynamic changed significantly. It has become clear to me that the two of them are enjoying some independence from one another. Don’t get me wrong, they are still thick as thieves, but they don’t want to be twins.
On Saturday, Bobby had his last game, which was almost rained out. Mind you, this would not have been the kids’ choice. They loved running in the rain. It was the killjoy parents that were raining on their parade in the rain. Thankfully, the other team finally showed, and we were able to convince enough people to let the boys play. They had so much fun!
After the game, Ken headed out to the tournament he was helping with, which left the boys and I to hang out. I should have cleaned house, but instead, I fell asleep while they watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Then, they played in the playroom for 4 hours. No joke. I sat on my ass with the critters, watching my shows while they played and played. It was cool.
This was until I saw footage of the play.
Their monitor for the playroom is delayed by about 15 minutes. As I was setting out their dinner, I noted Dax watching the monitor. I asked him what he was doing and he says, “I am watching Bobby and I fight.” I looked up to see a knock down brawl. It was a bar fight sans beer bottles. It was WWE. It was frat boys punching each other just for the hell of it. It was AWFUL.
I punished them for fighting. Even though they fought for, gasp, 30 minutes and I didn’t know, I had evidence now. They had fun, actually. They were never hurting. They enjoyed kicking the shit out of each other. Sigh. Such boys.
I am rockin my new hair, sparkly silver dress and black pumps with stars. I have gotten gobs of compliments. I was also super flattered when Vicki told me she had kind of hoped that I would get the cut and rainbow color I had posted on FB. LOL!
Sunday was filled with lots of running around. Got a Costco run in, picked up some items from the Braskins and dropped of fund raiser bags to my folks. We also got over to the grocery store and even went into an open house that contained a pretty awesome house that would be perfect for us. Too bad I don’t have that kind of money. Sigh. It was so cool.
We then went over to Alyssa’s MIL’s house for Payton’s birthday party. It was mostly family, but their families are awesome. I know all of Alyssa’s nephews and niece from hanging out with them at the bounce place. They are awesome kids. Not shocking since both Alyssa and her husband Brian are pretty freaking cool. Payton is seriously, so fucking cute. I loved that she reached to have me hold her and I liked the idea of little kids starting to think I am not evil. When we saw Sabrina earlier in the day, she also seemed to think I was funny, which rocks since she is a total sweetie. I like that I may be the cool pseudo aunt to some kids. YAY!
Thank goodness Dax is a fast learner. His homework over this week is to practice “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas”. The kid already knows it. We sang it all through Costco, which was super fun.
We are taking the boys to Disneyland tonight. First, it has been far too long since we last went. Second, we need to renew out passes. Should be a good night!
Friday night was a much needed girl night. I went to Stephanie’s where we hung out with our old friends, Mr. G Goose and the Captain. I did not partake in nearly as much, but it didn’t matter since we got to chit chat for several hours. I really should do that more often.
I feel random this morning. Probably because this is going to be a funky short week. I have a meeting on Wednesday which will actually keep me late, but that is ok since Ken has the kids. I am excited since my schedule of 5:15 am has been approved. This is good news also because I was thinking I needed to start getting up at 4 to get here by 5, but really, there is no reason for the extra time. So yay! Sure, I complain about my job, but sometimes it is the little things that make me realize how lucky I am to have it.
On Saturday the boys and I did manage a mini party aside from the fight night they scheduled. We made cake, sang and danced and had some fun. Dax kept singing Revolution, so I helped him with the words. Bobby says all impressed, “Wow, Mom, you sound really good!” My head was swelling now. I love it when the boys give me unexpected compliments.
Ken and the boys dropped off keys and a soda for me this morning. Bobby says, “Mom, I love your lipstick!” I think the whole family doesn’t get to see mommy all dolled up enough. That’s right, I am a rock star.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Crimson
So the hair color chosen was a shade called Crimson. It is a super red that borders on hot pink. Awesome on the fake hair, so what the hell, right?
Coloring one's hair with something like this is less than easy. It gets all over the place, which of course transformed my bathroom to a scene from Saw. It was everywhere. It makes me think that perhaps in our next house I will invest in a black sink and tub.
This particular product instructed me to put it in a shower cap and then heat treat it for 15 minutes. Being that I didn't possess one of those cool space man helmets from the salon, we picked up a golden hued one from the beauty supply place that attached onto your hairdryer.
It tried to fly away several times, which made me laugh. It also was ungodly hot, which makes sense being that I did have a mylar balloon attached to my head with hot air pumping into it. The heat also had the tendency to make some of the color try to escape the confines of the plastic it was encased in and had the amusing bleeding look as it trickled down my cheeks from time to time.
After the 15 minutes, I jumped into a way cold shower to try to cool off. I also set out for the massacre, otherwise known as rinsing red hair dye. Holy crap, that was funny. It was once again, everywhere, but with a more splatter, Tarrentino vibe to it. It was pretty cool and I at that time wished I had gotten some help from Ken to photograph the images only I was seeing.
I got out and noted thankfully that most of the pinkish stains on my face and shoulders were now merely a slight tint of it having a sunburned look which isn't too unusual for me anyway. I then set out to dry it so that I could see what I have done.
It is certainly not all uniform bright red. I don't have Rhianna red nor do I look like some kind of Katy Perry reject. Instead, it is a cool color that mixes nicely in with my already super dark hair. It is wild with enough tame to not feel too out of place at any meetings in the next few weeks.
I would enjoy the idea of doing it again once this is washed out. I am considering some deep purples since we saw a girl with what looked like my hair color, but with this underlying grape tone which looked freaking awesome. I also would be tempted to look Ramona from Scott Pilgrim, but I don't know that I look right for that cool. Maybe in my better years...
Any hoo, I am happy with the results and look forward to some more wacky color styles in the future. I shall post pictures at some point soon, although I guarantee you they do not do it justice.
Coloring one's hair with something like this is less than easy. It gets all over the place, which of course transformed my bathroom to a scene from Saw. It was everywhere. It makes me think that perhaps in our next house I will invest in a black sink and tub.
This particular product instructed me to put it in a shower cap and then heat treat it for 15 minutes. Being that I didn't possess one of those cool space man helmets from the salon, we picked up a golden hued one from the beauty supply place that attached onto your hairdryer.
It tried to fly away several times, which made me laugh. It also was ungodly hot, which makes sense being that I did have a mylar balloon attached to my head with hot air pumping into it. The heat also had the tendency to make some of the color try to escape the confines of the plastic it was encased in and had the amusing bleeding look as it trickled down my cheeks from time to time.
After the 15 minutes, I jumped into a way cold shower to try to cool off. I also set out for the massacre, otherwise known as rinsing red hair dye. Holy crap, that was funny. It was once again, everywhere, but with a more splatter, Tarrentino vibe to it. It was pretty cool and I at that time wished I had gotten some help from Ken to photograph the images only I was seeing.
I got out and noted thankfully that most of the pinkish stains on my face and shoulders were now merely a slight tint of it having a sunburned look which isn't too unusual for me anyway. I then set out to dry it so that I could see what I have done.
It is certainly not all uniform bright red. I don't have Rhianna red nor do I look like some kind of Katy Perry reject. Instead, it is a cool color that mixes nicely in with my already super dark hair. It is wild with enough tame to not feel too out of place at any meetings in the next few weeks.
I would enjoy the idea of doing it again once this is washed out. I am considering some deep purples since we saw a girl with what looked like my hair color, but with this underlying grape tone which looked freaking awesome. I also would be tempted to look Ramona from Scott Pilgrim, but I don't know that I look right for that cool. Maybe in my better years...
Any hoo, I am happy with the results and look forward to some more wacky color styles in the future. I shall post pictures at some point soon, although I guarantee you they do not do it justice.
Thanksgiving feast
That was fun.
We got all the food there and we got to watch the kids perform 3 songs. Yes, they were video taped. LOL!
Dax was a bit cranky this morning, refusing to try most of the food, despite all of his classmates wolfing down on the sweet potatoes, scalloped potatoes, stuffing and bird. With some bribery and threats, I got him to try them all. He liked them, even though he would never admit to it.
I enjoyed chit chat with the parents that I rarely get to see. It was kind of nice taking off a day to just be a mommy.
I pick up Bobby in about 2 hours, and the boys and I will go pick out my outrageous hair color. Should be interesting.
I also am craving Taco Bell, so that may be in order.
Dax's homework over the next week is to start teaching him Holly Jolly Christmas. Although this goes against all of my teachings and beliefs in the idea that no Christmas can come before Thanksgiving, I understand the need to start early with these kids on the words.
I need to get a can of pumpkin for the dogs. Maybe a can for each of them.
I almost don't know what to do with myself tomorrow morning. Ken will be working, and Bobby in class. Dax doesn't NEED to go to Maria's, but maybe I should take advantage and have him go for just a couple hours. I can watch a movie or hell, just hang out. We shall see.
I am behind on my shows.
Boy I am starving. I didn't eat but a few nibbles of the feast. I wanted the kids to eat more. Our cupcakes were a huge hit, trumping cake and pie. And our cupcakes were not pretty or frosted, being that thy were the rejects from the Turkey cupcakes from last weekend. LOL!!
I am thinking of snagging the Dax man and driving up to the Bell to get me some grub. Yee haw! Did I really just type that? And did I really just stop to consider how to spell it? Seriously, I am a little retarded this morning.
Ok, off I go. I hope to post later, at the very least with an image of me with cartoon hair.
We got all the food there and we got to watch the kids perform 3 songs. Yes, they were video taped. LOL!
Dax was a bit cranky this morning, refusing to try most of the food, despite all of his classmates wolfing down on the sweet potatoes, scalloped potatoes, stuffing and bird. With some bribery and threats, I got him to try them all. He liked them, even though he would never admit to it.
I enjoyed chit chat with the parents that I rarely get to see. It was kind of nice taking off a day to just be a mommy.
I pick up Bobby in about 2 hours, and the boys and I will go pick out my outrageous hair color. Should be interesting.
I also am craving Taco Bell, so that may be in order.
Dax's homework over the next week is to start teaching him Holly Jolly Christmas. Although this goes against all of my teachings and beliefs in the idea that no Christmas can come before Thanksgiving, I understand the need to start early with these kids on the words.
I need to get a can of pumpkin for the dogs. Maybe a can for each of them.
I almost don't know what to do with myself tomorrow morning. Ken will be working, and Bobby in class. Dax doesn't NEED to go to Maria's, but maybe I should take advantage and have him go for just a couple hours. I can watch a movie or hell, just hang out. We shall see.
I am behind on my shows.
Boy I am starving. I didn't eat but a few nibbles of the feast. I wanted the kids to eat more. Our cupcakes were a huge hit, trumping cake and pie. And our cupcakes were not pretty or frosted, being that thy were the rejects from the Turkey cupcakes from last weekend. LOL!!
I am thinking of snagging the Dax man and driving up to the Bell to get me some grub. Yee haw! Did I really just type that? And did I really just stop to consider how to spell it? Seriously, I am a little retarded this morning.
Ok, off I go. I hope to post later, at the very least with an image of me with cartoon hair.
A minor post
We are in the midst of heating a turkey, gravy and other various dishes that came with the pre-packaged dinner that Dax's teacher obtained for today's Thanksgiving celebration. So far, it is going well.
Bobby's parent/teacher conference was not bad. She had good things to say about him, and not shockingly, the same complaints about him that we have, which is he is a bundle of energy with no patience, coupled with a daydreaming issue. LOL! He sounds like a text book case for Ritalin, but I still maintain that it is just a case of being 5.
Ok, timer beeped. I may write more later.
Bobby's parent/teacher conference was not bad. She had good things to say about him, and not shockingly, the same complaints about him that we have, which is he is a bundle of energy with no patience, coupled with a daydreaming issue. LOL! He sounds like a text book case for Ritalin, but I still maintain that it is just a case of being 5.
Ok, timer beeped. I may write more later.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Punchy!
11-17-10
I am here, but barely functional. Man, I am tired. I didn’t sleep well last night. I just couldn’t get comfortable. I hate that.
Today I just need to make it till noon. Then I am home free! I pick up Bobby at noon thirty and then I go home to clean house. I am hoping to get it all in order so that the next few days won’t be a big deal. I want to complete laundry and then on Saturday I can either work on a project, or just hang with the kids.
I connected with my cousin Wendy on FB last night. I found out that my aunt, her mom, is on there, so I looked her up, and found 2 of my cousins. Wendy seems to be much more active on there, so I have already chatted with her a smidge. Way cool since I don’t know my dad’s side of the family really. I am not assuming we will be close now, but it is still nice to have some kind of connection so that I don’t lose it when my dad passes.
I get very stupid when family dies. I blame my relatives. They should have started dying earlier so I wouldn’t be so deep about it and shit. I was 28 when the first person in my family died. In all fairness, I didn’t know my uncle Dick too well, but after that went Granddaddy and they have been dropping like flies ever since. Now had I been like 10 or something, maybe I wouldn’t get all introspective and shit.
Time for some coffee.
Ladies, I am telling you, use your bras. Don’t leave your cell phone on your desk. I know that you might not have an outfit with a pocket, and leaving the phone in your purse may prevent you from missing an important call. So when in doubt, slide that bad boy into your bra. It will always be close to you. That way when you walk away from your desk, I don’t have to endure your crappy ring tone on uber loud, wondering if you are anywhere near by to answer it. I think a national campaign is in order.
I am already counting down the hours till I get to go home. I am making sure everything is in order here, but overall, I am ready to go home.
I am always disturbed at how I can carry on a conversation about a show that I don’t watch. And what makes it even scarier is when I know more about things on it than the person who watches it.
Is it wrong to angry at a dead person? I am re-reading Virg’s obituary, and I see that she helped in the soup kitchen. The bitch couldn’t remember my fucking name, yet she helped people she didn’t know? Man, that sounded selfish. But in reality, I have seen this woman bitch out people, so it is hard to imagine her with any compassion.
I may have to download today’s Kevin and Bean show since people keep talking to me during the show, clearly breaking rules.
I wonder how long a parent teacher conference lasts.
I am getting a little punchy. We are all in trouble.
Do I have any kind of responsibility to be less Gena in order to ensure that my Facebook friends and family are not wounded to the soul because of my hi-jinx and social commentary?
Bobby and my mother had a conversation last night in which they discussed how long they would love each other. It was determined that they would love each other even after both of them are dead. Bobby then told her that when he was dead, he would dig himself out to make sure he could give her a hug. That’s right, folks, zombie love.
I have been asked what I would like for Christmas. I figure now is a good time to make the list.
I would like tickets to go on a Dearly Departed tour.
Gift cards-Target (always), Lowes, Cost Plus, Build a Bear
Wine
Cheesy outfits for my dogs
I am sure there are more things, but those are all I can come up with for now.
FUCK! I was just told that my happy little corner is about to be invaded for 3 months. FUCK! I do not like people in my space. FUCK!! There are some accountant folks from some sister company or some bullshit like that and they have chosen to put one of them behind me. FUCK! I assume this means I will need to move things like my printer and or fax machine. Dammit all to fucking hell. I’ve grown accustomed to my space! They will probably bitch about my radio, too. Son of a bitch.
Sorry folks, that is what you would call a hissy fit. A temper tantrum. A spaz. A whine fest. A Bubba. I will go back to my normally more mature self in a few minutes.
FUCK!
Ok, all done.
I actually didn’t watch Glee last night. What is up with that?? Don’t worry, it will be watched tonight. I did however watch my HIMYM and was all kinds of happy at the return of Robin Sparkles. YAY!
I am here, but barely functional. Man, I am tired. I didn’t sleep well last night. I just couldn’t get comfortable. I hate that.
Today I just need to make it till noon. Then I am home free! I pick up Bobby at noon thirty and then I go home to clean house. I am hoping to get it all in order so that the next few days won’t be a big deal. I want to complete laundry and then on Saturday I can either work on a project, or just hang with the kids.
I connected with my cousin Wendy on FB last night. I found out that my aunt, her mom, is on there, so I looked her up, and found 2 of my cousins. Wendy seems to be much more active on there, so I have already chatted with her a smidge. Way cool since I don’t know my dad’s side of the family really. I am not assuming we will be close now, but it is still nice to have some kind of connection so that I don’t lose it when my dad passes.
I get very stupid when family dies. I blame my relatives. They should have started dying earlier so I wouldn’t be so deep about it and shit. I was 28 when the first person in my family died. In all fairness, I didn’t know my uncle Dick too well, but after that went Granddaddy and they have been dropping like flies ever since. Now had I been like 10 or something, maybe I wouldn’t get all introspective and shit.
Time for some coffee.
Ladies, I am telling you, use your bras. Don’t leave your cell phone on your desk. I know that you might not have an outfit with a pocket, and leaving the phone in your purse may prevent you from missing an important call. So when in doubt, slide that bad boy into your bra. It will always be close to you. That way when you walk away from your desk, I don’t have to endure your crappy ring tone on uber loud, wondering if you are anywhere near by to answer it. I think a national campaign is in order.
I am already counting down the hours till I get to go home. I am making sure everything is in order here, but overall, I am ready to go home.
I am always disturbed at how I can carry on a conversation about a show that I don’t watch. And what makes it even scarier is when I know more about things on it than the person who watches it.
Is it wrong to angry at a dead person? I am re-reading Virg’s obituary, and I see that she helped in the soup kitchen. The bitch couldn’t remember my fucking name, yet she helped people she didn’t know? Man, that sounded selfish. But in reality, I have seen this woman bitch out people, so it is hard to imagine her with any compassion.
I may have to download today’s Kevin and Bean show since people keep talking to me during the show, clearly breaking rules.
I wonder how long a parent teacher conference lasts.
I am getting a little punchy. We are all in trouble.
Do I have any kind of responsibility to be less Gena in order to ensure that my Facebook friends and family are not wounded to the soul because of my hi-jinx and social commentary?
Bobby and my mother had a conversation last night in which they discussed how long they would love each other. It was determined that they would love each other even after both of them are dead. Bobby then told her that when he was dead, he would dig himself out to make sure he could give her a hug. That’s right, folks, zombie love.
I have been asked what I would like for Christmas. I figure now is a good time to make the list.
I would like tickets to go on a Dearly Departed tour.
Gift cards-Target (always), Lowes, Cost Plus, Build a Bear
Wine
Cheesy outfits for my dogs
I am sure there are more things, but those are all I can come up with for now.
FUCK! I was just told that my happy little corner is about to be invaded for 3 months. FUCK! I do not like people in my space. FUCK!! There are some accountant folks from some sister company or some bullshit like that and they have chosen to put one of them behind me. FUCK! I assume this means I will need to move things like my printer and or fax machine. Dammit all to fucking hell. I’ve grown accustomed to my space! They will probably bitch about my radio, too. Son of a bitch.
Sorry folks, that is what you would call a hissy fit. A temper tantrum. A spaz. A whine fest. A Bubba. I will go back to my normally more mature self in a few minutes.
FUCK!
Ok, all done.
I actually didn’t watch Glee last night. What is up with that?? Don’t worry, it will be watched tonight. I did however watch my HIMYM and was all kinds of happy at the return of Robin Sparkles. YAY!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Critter tales
11-16-10
It was an exhausting evening. But it was super productive.
I bathed both of my dogs. I put them in the tub together, which turns out is way easier than one at a time. They are nervous in there by themselves, and I think that they fed off of each other’s pathetic look, so they were super easy. Plus, when I was done, I didn’t have to dread doing another dog since I was already done.
After bathing duties came worming. Luna has worms, so we got some OTC meds to treat them all. It has been some time since we had to liquid medicate any of the critters. I now wish I had sprung for the pills.
The dogs were fine, actually. The cats, well, were cats. In all fairness, they all did great. I mean, shoot, I only ended up with one tiny scratch. Plus, all of them got their full dose. However, the screams they do are heartbreaking.
I had the kitty wrestler hold down pat, so Ken did the actual application of meds. Although none of them were as bad as Pixel used to be about this, Monarch certainly tried. Pixel would act as though she was drowning and would foam at the mouth, which was freaky since it was the same shade of pink that the worming meds are. She would then proceed to vomit up anything you got in her. It fucked with her for a couple days.
Monarch started foaming when we were administering the meds, which of course was starting to prove that perhaps black and white plus pink doesn’t mix. Thankfully, the worst part of Monarch was really just his yowls which became slightly comical.
Luna forgave me before we were even done. Lycos came around pretty quick. The cats excepted my peace offering of some tuna juice, but they still were not exactly thrilled with us.
My arms are sore. Turns out just because your cat is only 12 pounds, it doesn’t mean they are not crazy strong.
We climbed into bed before 8. No joke. Ken is still sick so we took advantage of the fact that the kids were pooped, too. Dax lately has been bored mid-Mickey Mouse and actually asks if it is time to go to bed. I am taking full advantage of his willingness to sleep.
My shortened weeks will be nice. I leave work tomorrow at noon and don’t come back until Monday. Next week with Thanksgiving, I also only have a three day week. I am loads happy.
I just had some yummy coffee. The problem I have found with coffee is that it is hot. I know, I could have it iced. It isn’t always a big deal, but due to the fluctuating temperature in here, hot coffee sometimes results in overheating Gena. This appears to be one of those mornings. Luckily I have my ice water.
I was noting last night that it seems wrong that I have not shed any tears for my grandmother, yet I was a blubbering mess when I looked at the footprints on Saturday of Jonathan. I didn’t know Jonathan. In all fairness, I didn’t know Virg. I suppose innocence trumps evil. That being said, I wonder if Virg realized as she was starting to lose her mind how many relatives she was awful to. And if there is a heaven or hell, where does she go? Sure, she was awful to me, and my mother, but does that make her evil through and through? Or was she really kind? I hate how my mind works sometimes.
OMG!!!! The Beatles catalog is on iTunes!! SO HAPPY!! Anyone have $150 I can have? LOL! The box set is that much. I saw the net buzz and I see that there are songs available for download. Apple.com said the announcement is in a few minutes (7 am) but I know what it is since I looked on iTty. YAY!!!!!!!!
Loving this fog. I drove to work in it and it was mega thick. It was like an adventure. I know I drove the same route I take every day, but somehow it was different. It felt like I had never been there before.
I do not think I like the new water here at work. We got a new filter machine and the water is kind of gross.
I need to put a charger for iTty and my phone in my purse. I realize that I use both a lot all day, and at work if I am listening to music, my radio doesn’t charge it. I may need to invest in a new radio so that it will charge since I didn’t charge iTty last night I am afraid to listen to it at work. We will see.
I am crazy excited for the Beatles. I grew up on “oldies” as a kid. While kids listened to the 80’s classics I now love, I listened to Buddy Holly, Bobby Vee, Patsy Cline, Don Mclean. I loved them all. Frank Sinatra meant my mom was cleaning, so it was obviously Saturday morning. His soulful crooning still makes me swoon. When Dax was a baby, despite the fact that I wanted him to know songs from Erasure or George Michael, I ended up singing American Pie because of all the songs in my head, that was the one that was long, and I didn’t mind singing over and over. To this day, he smiles when it comes on. The Beatles were one of my mom’s favorites. I can listen to Eleanor Rigby and still get goose bumps today. I suppose it is nostalgia, but I think it is way more than that. You hear some songs on the radio today and you wonder who the fuck is signing off on these tunes? Ke$ha??? Who lets that woman sing??? Her songs suck and what is even worse is when they have “kids” versions on those kids CD’s that have a bunch of Kids Incorporated rejects sing popular songs. What the hell, people? Yes, I realize that I watch Glee and have downloaded several songs from them, but they can sing? Have you heard the kids on Kid Bops or whatever they are called?? SO BAD!
I am on random mode. No more coffee for Gena.
The last time I saw Robbie was on Thanksgiving Day, 2006. It seems fitting since Thanksgiving and Robbie go hand in hand. It is one of the few days she ended up being able to come out to LA. I remember the year my appendix exploded, she was out here. I was trying to get out of my house to see Greg. I made the excuse that I wanted ice cream. My mom wouldn’t let me go. But I could go with Robbie. We got out on the road and she says to me, “So who are you trying to see.” No joke. She knew. It didn’t matter how long it had been since we last talked. She always knew what was going on in my head. I miss her very much. I will raise a glass to her on Thursday next week.
Beatles on iTunes the same day Prince William announces his engagement. Yay Britain!
I am going to do my hair wild per the boys’ request, but I think I will wait until after the parent teacher conference. I would imagine Mrs. Fasheh would not be able to take me too seriously showing up all crazy.
There is work to be done but I feel so unmotivated.
I have a mega craving for the Big Wok.
We need to get down to Disneyland this week to renew our passes. Yes, I know we can do it online, but for some reason Dax’s pass isn’t coming up online. So we figure we can go down, maybe even get new pictures. Always a good excuse.
The boss is driving me a little batty. Granted, some of it comes from an idiot at one of my customer’s sites. Still, I wish they wouldn’t get all up in my grill. LOL!
After I bathed the dogs I say to Bobby, “Don’t they look all clean?”.
“No, mom, they look wet.”
Awesome!
It was an exhausting evening. But it was super productive.
I bathed both of my dogs. I put them in the tub together, which turns out is way easier than one at a time. They are nervous in there by themselves, and I think that they fed off of each other’s pathetic look, so they were super easy. Plus, when I was done, I didn’t have to dread doing another dog since I was already done.
After bathing duties came worming. Luna has worms, so we got some OTC meds to treat them all. It has been some time since we had to liquid medicate any of the critters. I now wish I had sprung for the pills.
The dogs were fine, actually. The cats, well, were cats. In all fairness, they all did great. I mean, shoot, I only ended up with one tiny scratch. Plus, all of them got their full dose. However, the screams they do are heartbreaking.
I had the kitty wrestler hold down pat, so Ken did the actual application of meds. Although none of them were as bad as Pixel used to be about this, Monarch certainly tried. Pixel would act as though she was drowning and would foam at the mouth, which was freaky since it was the same shade of pink that the worming meds are. She would then proceed to vomit up anything you got in her. It fucked with her for a couple days.
Monarch started foaming when we were administering the meds, which of course was starting to prove that perhaps black and white plus pink doesn’t mix. Thankfully, the worst part of Monarch was really just his yowls which became slightly comical.
Luna forgave me before we were even done. Lycos came around pretty quick. The cats excepted my peace offering of some tuna juice, but they still were not exactly thrilled with us.
My arms are sore. Turns out just because your cat is only 12 pounds, it doesn’t mean they are not crazy strong.
We climbed into bed before 8. No joke. Ken is still sick so we took advantage of the fact that the kids were pooped, too. Dax lately has been bored mid-Mickey Mouse and actually asks if it is time to go to bed. I am taking full advantage of his willingness to sleep.
My shortened weeks will be nice. I leave work tomorrow at noon and don’t come back until Monday. Next week with Thanksgiving, I also only have a three day week. I am loads happy.
I just had some yummy coffee. The problem I have found with coffee is that it is hot. I know, I could have it iced. It isn’t always a big deal, but due to the fluctuating temperature in here, hot coffee sometimes results in overheating Gena. This appears to be one of those mornings. Luckily I have my ice water.
I was noting last night that it seems wrong that I have not shed any tears for my grandmother, yet I was a blubbering mess when I looked at the footprints on Saturday of Jonathan. I didn’t know Jonathan. In all fairness, I didn’t know Virg. I suppose innocence trumps evil. That being said, I wonder if Virg realized as she was starting to lose her mind how many relatives she was awful to. And if there is a heaven or hell, where does she go? Sure, she was awful to me, and my mother, but does that make her evil through and through? Or was she really kind? I hate how my mind works sometimes.
OMG!!!! The Beatles catalog is on iTunes!! SO HAPPY!! Anyone have $150 I can have? LOL! The box set is that much. I saw the net buzz and I see that there are songs available for download. Apple.com said the announcement is in a few minutes (7 am) but I know what it is since I looked on iTty. YAY!!!!!!!!
Loving this fog. I drove to work in it and it was mega thick. It was like an adventure. I know I drove the same route I take every day, but somehow it was different. It felt like I had never been there before.
I do not think I like the new water here at work. We got a new filter machine and the water is kind of gross.
I need to put a charger for iTty and my phone in my purse. I realize that I use both a lot all day, and at work if I am listening to music, my radio doesn’t charge it. I may need to invest in a new radio so that it will charge since I didn’t charge iTty last night I am afraid to listen to it at work. We will see.
I am crazy excited for the Beatles. I grew up on “oldies” as a kid. While kids listened to the 80’s classics I now love, I listened to Buddy Holly, Bobby Vee, Patsy Cline, Don Mclean. I loved them all. Frank Sinatra meant my mom was cleaning, so it was obviously Saturday morning. His soulful crooning still makes me swoon. When Dax was a baby, despite the fact that I wanted him to know songs from Erasure or George Michael, I ended up singing American Pie because of all the songs in my head, that was the one that was long, and I didn’t mind singing over and over. To this day, he smiles when it comes on. The Beatles were one of my mom’s favorites. I can listen to Eleanor Rigby and still get goose bumps today. I suppose it is nostalgia, but I think it is way more than that. You hear some songs on the radio today and you wonder who the fuck is signing off on these tunes? Ke$ha??? Who lets that woman sing??? Her songs suck and what is even worse is when they have “kids” versions on those kids CD’s that have a bunch of Kids Incorporated rejects sing popular songs. What the hell, people? Yes, I realize that I watch Glee and have downloaded several songs from them, but they can sing? Have you heard the kids on Kid Bops or whatever they are called?? SO BAD!
I am on random mode. No more coffee for Gena.
The last time I saw Robbie was on Thanksgiving Day, 2006. It seems fitting since Thanksgiving and Robbie go hand in hand. It is one of the few days she ended up being able to come out to LA. I remember the year my appendix exploded, she was out here. I was trying to get out of my house to see Greg. I made the excuse that I wanted ice cream. My mom wouldn’t let me go. But I could go with Robbie. We got out on the road and she says to me, “So who are you trying to see.” No joke. She knew. It didn’t matter how long it had been since we last talked. She always knew what was going on in my head. I miss her very much. I will raise a glass to her on Thursday next week.
Beatles on iTunes the same day Prince William announces his engagement. Yay Britain!
I am going to do my hair wild per the boys’ request, but I think I will wait until after the parent teacher conference. I would imagine Mrs. Fasheh would not be able to take me too seriously showing up all crazy.
There is work to be done but I feel so unmotivated.
I have a mega craving for the Big Wok.
We need to get down to Disneyland this week to renew our passes. Yes, I know we can do it online, but for some reason Dax’s pass isn’t coming up online. So we figure we can go down, maybe even get new pictures. Always a good excuse.
The boss is driving me a little batty. Granted, some of it comes from an idiot at one of my customer’s sites. Still, I wish they wouldn’t get all up in my grill. LOL!
After I bathed the dogs I say to Bobby, “Don’t they look all clean?”.
“No, mom, they look wet.”
Awesome!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Busy weekend and Virg is no more
11-15-10
Boy, talk about a full weekend!
Saturday morning was cupcake morning at our house. We needed to make a dozen turkeys. Bobby and I had hit up the store Friday afternoon to get provisions. We would have made them Friday night, but Ken’s cold has left him pretty messed up, so we all opted to go bed early.
They turned out really good. Of course, not that any of the kids care, but we do.
Evil pissy mom who made Dax cry last week actually tried to hold her bratty kid, Katie, back when she went to get one. Ken took a cupcake over to her. Pissy mom was explaining to the kid that the treats are only for the team. Never you mind that this brat has gotten a treat at every other game. So Ken told her that we were all part of the team and that the cupcake was for her as well. That’s right, bitch, we are not mean to your kids. I hate this woman so much.
After them game, we went out to El Monte to visit with Ken’s friend Jeff. We have not seen Jeff in ages. Ken and Jeff were pretty tight for a long time. But once they were not working together, and other things came up, they didn’t visit as much as they should.
Jeff was graduating form culinary school on Saturday, so we were offering up our congrats. It was nice to see him, and he looked good, which I know was a relief for Ken since some of the things keeping the two from hanging out was some DUI’s that Jeff had. In fact, there was some jail time involved. But Jeff was now healthy, has a steady, awesome job, and is doing well.
The best thing to come out of the visit was the smile on Ken’s face. Seriously, you could tell the visit really boosted his spirits. He had been re-Jeffinated. It was awesome. I hope that we can get those visits to be more frequent.
I joked with Jeff that I couldn’t bribe him with lasagna anymore since I am sure he can cook it way better now that he is a real chef. He told me that my lasagna was still tops in his book. Besides, he could now come over, watch how I make it and become a millionaire off of my recipe. LOL!!!
It was late enough that we opted to stop for dinner. The original plan was to go to Nationals since they have kids eat free on Saturdays. Turns out every night we seem to get out is fight night, which meant Nationals was not prepped for kids.
We tried King’s Hawaiian, but kids eat free is only on Tuesdays. So instead, we ended up at Denny’s, which worked out just fine.
Sunday morning, the boys, dogs and I went and obtained breakfast. I love driving with the dogs and the boys since it is almost hard to tell who is more excited.
Since Ken was still icky, I opted to do all of Sunday’s errands with the boys so Ken could sleep.
It was a lovely morning! We hit up the Petco for various items. Then we went to the mall to make a bear and get the free accessories for Shrek and JoJo since it was their birthday and we had a coupon.
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We went to the Disney store where I priced out some items for Christmas. I have decided that I know it is impractical, but I want to get the giant Bolt for Dax. This thing is as big as he is, but when he saw it, he was in awe.
The boys were thirsty, so we went and got some lemonade. It was nice to sit and hang out with them in the food court. We enjoyed our lemonade and chit chatted for a bit. I was mostly killing time since I wanted Ken to have as much nap time as possible.
We then headed over to Old Navy. We found this pullover that Bobby fell in love with since it matches his hat and scarf. Thank goodness Old Navy is cheap! I got that along with a 97 cent shirt. That wasn’t a typo, the shirt was less than a buck! It was a Halloween shirt, but it fit Dax well and it was cute.
After the mall, we jetted over to the dollar tree. It was a quick, but good trip since I found a lot of things.
We got home and I mentioned to Ken that the boys were particularly excited about the circus that was near where we go into the mall at. They so wanted to go. I had tried the, “they are not open” line. They didn’t buy it. Then I told them we needed to wait for daddy. They really didn’t see why. LOL! I managed to keep them moving, but they really wanted to go. So I told Ken, and we went ahead and took them.
We went early, so we wandered the mall a bit before hand. I found wonderful shoes that I didn’t get because they were $30. Yeah, I know, that isn’t gobs. But I am such a cheap skate.
The circus. Wow, where do I start?
I have been a few times to see Circus Vargas. When I was a kid, I remember being horrified at the handlers taunting and hitting the tigers before the show. I did not enjoy it. I went again with Greg, and it was ok. Ken and I also went. Once again, it was only ok.
This time rocked.
Maybe it was watching the boys light up at everything. I don’t know. It was just an amazing show!
Before it started, they had all the kids come down to the ring. They actually wanted parents with kids under 5, but let’s face it, Dax is not a normal 4 year old, so I let them go on their own since I was saving seats and Ken was in the restroom. Thankfully, Ken got back and he went near them, but not in the ring, and took pictures. They had all the kids try their hand at hula hooping. Then they got to twirl a lasso. Lastly, they tried to balance a peacock feather. It was cool.
The show started, and it was very fun. Lots of cool acts, and nothing that was super boring. There were also plenty of breaks that allowed the kids to kind of stand and stretch out.
When Ken was out getting the boys snow cones in sparklie cups, he ended up chatting it up with the clown’s straight man and another guy who was an old carnie. He built up enough of a relationship with them that they used Ken in a clown skit. It was very funny. In fact, the kid behind us said that Ken was the best one! So that was way cool.
Dax was pretty tired by the end of it all and even burst into tears when I asked him if he wanted to meet the clown after. I had to carry him back to the car. This explains my sore back this morning.
This morning is tough so far. I am super sleepy. I also have some sniffles, which are not fun. I may be re-catching the cold since Ken has it. I guess we will just pass it back and forth to each other.
Virginia is dead. My dad emailed me this morning. She died at 4:30 this morning. I called my dad just to make sure he was ok. He was fine. I knew he wouldn’t be crying or anything, but even though she was evil, I wondered if just the mere idea that his mother was gone would hit him wrong. He said that he may break down out there, but for now, he is fine. He and my mom go out on Thursday for the viewing and will fly back home Saturday. They are only going for the viewing and funeral, so they are not even hanging out for other family stuff.
I am taking bereavement on Thursday and Friday. I know, this is awful, but I am entitled to it and I was already going to be gone on Thursday and part of Friday, so I might as well use it. Honestly, if she was local, I would go to the funeral.
My dad said he was looking for the song, “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead”.
Part of me feels a little bad that I didn’t get to know her. Of course, that was on her. She never tried.
I know it is on my mind, but I am not upset. What has been amusing is that I was in the midst of writing to my boss about Thursday and Friday when I kept screwing up a report. I then sent the mail, and one of my coworkers came over all worried about me. So at least I know that it is now in the office.
My folks will probably be pretty upset that they are missing Bobby’s last game. So that kind of sucks. I know, death trumps soccer, but I also know that my mother NEVER liked her MIL and she gets withdrawals if she doesn’t see the boys enough. She is a billion times the grandmother that I had.
Boy it sounds like my Thursday is going to be busy, at least in the morning. We have to go get the turkey and side dishes from Ralphs at 7 am. It isn’t done any sooner. We then have to rush it home, toss it in the oven, rush to the school by 7:30 where we have parent teacher conference with Mrs. Fasheh. We then say goodbye to the kids and we run back home to get everything heated and cut up and get it all back to the class by 9:30. It takes 2 hours to heat!! Man oh man! Good thing we are so close. I am wondering if we cut up the turkey first if it may heat faster. I don’t know. We shall see.
Once we get to the class, Dax’s class will perform a little program for us, which will be awesomeness. Then we head home! Phew!
BTW-yay Taco Bell. They brought back my favorite item, which is the grilled stuff chicken enchilada burrito. I am in heaven.
Boy, talk about a full weekend!
Saturday morning was cupcake morning at our house. We needed to make a dozen turkeys. Bobby and I had hit up the store Friday afternoon to get provisions. We would have made them Friday night, but Ken’s cold has left him pretty messed up, so we all opted to go bed early.
They turned out really good. Of course, not that any of the kids care, but we do.
Evil pissy mom who made Dax cry last week actually tried to hold her bratty kid, Katie, back when she went to get one. Ken took a cupcake over to her. Pissy mom was explaining to the kid that the treats are only for the team. Never you mind that this brat has gotten a treat at every other game. So Ken told her that we were all part of the team and that the cupcake was for her as well. That’s right, bitch, we are not mean to your kids. I hate this woman so much.
After them game, we went out to El Monte to visit with Ken’s friend Jeff. We have not seen Jeff in ages. Ken and Jeff were pretty tight for a long time. But once they were not working together, and other things came up, they didn’t visit as much as they should.
Jeff was graduating form culinary school on Saturday, so we were offering up our congrats. It was nice to see him, and he looked good, which I know was a relief for Ken since some of the things keeping the two from hanging out was some DUI’s that Jeff had. In fact, there was some jail time involved. But Jeff was now healthy, has a steady, awesome job, and is doing well.
The best thing to come out of the visit was the smile on Ken’s face. Seriously, you could tell the visit really boosted his spirits. He had been re-Jeffinated. It was awesome. I hope that we can get those visits to be more frequent.
I joked with Jeff that I couldn’t bribe him with lasagna anymore since I am sure he can cook it way better now that he is a real chef. He told me that my lasagna was still tops in his book. Besides, he could now come over, watch how I make it and become a millionaire off of my recipe. LOL!!!
It was late enough that we opted to stop for dinner. The original plan was to go to Nationals since they have kids eat free on Saturdays. Turns out every night we seem to get out is fight night, which meant Nationals was not prepped for kids.
We tried King’s Hawaiian, but kids eat free is only on Tuesdays. So instead, we ended up at Denny’s, which worked out just fine.
Sunday morning, the boys, dogs and I went and obtained breakfast. I love driving with the dogs and the boys since it is almost hard to tell who is more excited.
Since Ken was still icky, I opted to do all of Sunday’s errands with the boys so Ken could sleep.
It was a lovely morning! We hit up the Petco for various items. Then we went to the mall to make a bear and get the free accessories for Shrek and JoJo since it was their birthday and we had a coupon.
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We went to the Disney store where I priced out some items for Christmas. I have decided that I know it is impractical, but I want to get the giant Bolt for Dax. This thing is as big as he is, but when he saw it, he was in awe.
The boys were thirsty, so we went and got some lemonade. It was nice to sit and hang out with them in the food court. We enjoyed our lemonade and chit chatted for a bit. I was mostly killing time since I wanted Ken to have as much nap time as possible.
We then headed over to Old Navy. We found this pullover that Bobby fell in love with since it matches his hat and scarf. Thank goodness Old Navy is cheap! I got that along with a 97 cent shirt. That wasn’t a typo, the shirt was less than a buck! It was a Halloween shirt, but it fit Dax well and it was cute.
After the mall, we jetted over to the dollar tree. It was a quick, but good trip since I found a lot of things.
We got home and I mentioned to Ken that the boys were particularly excited about the circus that was near where we go into the mall at. They so wanted to go. I had tried the, “they are not open” line. They didn’t buy it. Then I told them we needed to wait for daddy. They really didn’t see why. LOL! I managed to keep them moving, but they really wanted to go. So I told Ken, and we went ahead and took them.
We went early, so we wandered the mall a bit before hand. I found wonderful shoes that I didn’t get because they were $30. Yeah, I know, that isn’t gobs. But I am such a cheap skate.
The circus. Wow, where do I start?
I have been a few times to see Circus Vargas. When I was a kid, I remember being horrified at the handlers taunting and hitting the tigers before the show. I did not enjoy it. I went again with Greg, and it was ok. Ken and I also went. Once again, it was only ok.
This time rocked.
Maybe it was watching the boys light up at everything. I don’t know. It was just an amazing show!
Before it started, they had all the kids come down to the ring. They actually wanted parents with kids under 5, but let’s face it, Dax is not a normal 4 year old, so I let them go on their own since I was saving seats and Ken was in the restroom. Thankfully, Ken got back and he went near them, but not in the ring, and took pictures. They had all the kids try their hand at hula hooping. Then they got to twirl a lasso. Lastly, they tried to balance a peacock feather. It was cool.
The show started, and it was very fun. Lots of cool acts, and nothing that was super boring. There were also plenty of breaks that allowed the kids to kind of stand and stretch out.
When Ken was out getting the boys snow cones in sparklie cups, he ended up chatting it up with the clown’s straight man and another guy who was an old carnie. He built up enough of a relationship with them that they used Ken in a clown skit. It was very funny. In fact, the kid behind us said that Ken was the best one! So that was way cool.
Dax was pretty tired by the end of it all and even burst into tears when I asked him if he wanted to meet the clown after. I had to carry him back to the car. This explains my sore back this morning.
This morning is tough so far. I am super sleepy. I also have some sniffles, which are not fun. I may be re-catching the cold since Ken has it. I guess we will just pass it back and forth to each other.
Virginia is dead. My dad emailed me this morning. She died at 4:30 this morning. I called my dad just to make sure he was ok. He was fine. I knew he wouldn’t be crying or anything, but even though she was evil, I wondered if just the mere idea that his mother was gone would hit him wrong. He said that he may break down out there, but for now, he is fine. He and my mom go out on Thursday for the viewing and will fly back home Saturday. They are only going for the viewing and funeral, so they are not even hanging out for other family stuff.
I am taking bereavement on Thursday and Friday. I know, this is awful, but I am entitled to it and I was already going to be gone on Thursday and part of Friday, so I might as well use it. Honestly, if she was local, I would go to the funeral.
My dad said he was looking for the song, “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead”.
Part of me feels a little bad that I didn’t get to know her. Of course, that was on her. She never tried.
I know it is on my mind, but I am not upset. What has been amusing is that I was in the midst of writing to my boss about Thursday and Friday when I kept screwing up a report. I then sent the mail, and one of my coworkers came over all worried about me. So at least I know that it is now in the office.
My folks will probably be pretty upset that they are missing Bobby’s last game. So that kind of sucks. I know, death trumps soccer, but I also know that my mother NEVER liked her MIL and she gets withdrawals if she doesn’t see the boys enough. She is a billion times the grandmother that I had.
Boy it sounds like my Thursday is going to be busy, at least in the morning. We have to go get the turkey and side dishes from Ralphs at 7 am. It isn’t done any sooner. We then have to rush it home, toss it in the oven, rush to the school by 7:30 where we have parent teacher conference with Mrs. Fasheh. We then say goodbye to the kids and we run back home to get everything heated and cut up and get it all back to the class by 9:30. It takes 2 hours to heat!! Man oh man! Good thing we are so close. I am wondering if we cut up the turkey first if it may heat faster. I don’t know. We shall see.
Once we get to the class, Dax’s class will perform a little program for us, which will be awesomeness. Then we head home! Phew!
BTW-yay Taco Bell. They brought back my favorite item, which is the grilled stuff chicken enchilada burrito. I am in heaven.
Friday, November 12, 2010
good day, dumb boss
11-12-10
Even though I had to work all day yesterday, I had a good day.
Today is shaping up to be not so good. LOL! No, just work is being stupid. They like to keep me on my toes. This morning I got a project in which I had to contact a handful of my customers on behalf of our auditors. I had to send them a letter asking them to sign off on whether or not they did in fact get a specific bill from us like a month ago. All my customers were awesome, and I already got some responses back. I did all this in like 30 minutes or so. The problem is, my manager comes back and says, oh, just kidding. No joke. They want the auditors to send the letters. All we needed to get for them is contact info. Sigh. Oh, they have changed what they wanted another time, too. Total fucktards.
Anyhoo.
Watched Scott Pilgrim again last night with Ken. God dammit, that movie is fucking awesome. The only real problem is that I feel way uncool compared to the folks in the movie.
I got a new pleather jacket last night that was only $20 (half off!) at Target. I also got this chick blazer that is very 80’s. I need to get a wide brim hat and a layered skirt to wear with it. Hee! Yay Target clearance!
Poor Dax was so tired from sneezing last night that he actually asked to go to bed in the middle of a Mickey Mouse. Who was I to turn down an offer from my kid to go to bed BEFORE bedtime? He was asleep by the time I tucked Bobby in like 15 minutes later. Poor kid.
I have Turkey cupcakes to make tonight. Don’t worry, no turkeys were harmed in the making of these baked goodness.
Seriously, the boss is driving me a little nuts.
Ken also is sick. He has a sore throat. His voice is all jacked up. Fun.
Even though I had to work all day yesterday, I had a good day.
Today is shaping up to be not so good. LOL! No, just work is being stupid. They like to keep me on my toes. This morning I got a project in which I had to contact a handful of my customers on behalf of our auditors. I had to send them a letter asking them to sign off on whether or not they did in fact get a specific bill from us like a month ago. All my customers were awesome, and I already got some responses back. I did all this in like 30 minutes or so. The problem is, my manager comes back and says, oh, just kidding. No joke. They want the auditors to send the letters. All we needed to get for them is contact info. Sigh. Oh, they have changed what they wanted another time, too. Total fucktards.
Anyhoo.
Watched Scott Pilgrim again last night with Ken. God dammit, that movie is fucking awesome. The only real problem is that I feel way uncool compared to the folks in the movie.
I got a new pleather jacket last night that was only $20 (half off!) at Target. I also got this chick blazer that is very 80’s. I need to get a wide brim hat and a layered skirt to wear with it. Hee! Yay Target clearance!
Poor Dax was so tired from sneezing last night that he actually asked to go to bed in the middle of a Mickey Mouse. Who was I to turn down an offer from my kid to go to bed BEFORE bedtime? He was asleep by the time I tucked Bobby in like 15 minutes later. Poor kid.
I have Turkey cupcakes to make tonight. Don’t worry, no turkeys were harmed in the making of these baked goodness.
Seriously, the boss is driving me a little nuts.
Ken also is sick. He has a sore throat. His voice is all jacked up. Fun.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
kinda quiet
11-11-10
It isn’t fair. I want to be home today. Clearly, I need to find me a job that has school holidays off. I suppose some kind of government place?
Ken is home with the boys today. I don’t anticipate any kind of visit only because Ken told me his car can barely hold a driver, let alone two additional passengers.
I was so tempted to call out today but since I am off next Thursday off and I am leaving at noon on both Wednesday and Friday, I think it best to be here today. Oh well.
Ken didn’t end up having his class yesterday, so my plans of projects and cleaning were put on hold. It is harder to do these things when he is home. I don’t know why. Not a big deal as it allowed me to just hang out.
I have discovered a couple of new blogs that I have been reading. Single Dad Laughing has been great. Rants from Mommyland also leaves me laughing. There is too much out on the net and not enough time. It is a shame.
I really want a donut.
I really don’t have much to say this morning. I suppose then I will stop.
It isn’t fair. I want to be home today. Clearly, I need to find me a job that has school holidays off. I suppose some kind of government place?
Ken is home with the boys today. I don’t anticipate any kind of visit only because Ken told me his car can barely hold a driver, let alone two additional passengers.
I was so tempted to call out today but since I am off next Thursday off and I am leaving at noon on both Wednesday and Friday, I think it best to be here today. Oh well.
Ken didn’t end up having his class yesterday, so my plans of projects and cleaning were put on hold. It is harder to do these things when he is home. I don’t know why. Not a big deal as it allowed me to just hang out.
I have discovered a couple of new blogs that I have been reading. Single Dad Laughing has been great. Rants from Mommyland also leaves me laughing. There is too much out on the net and not enough time. It is a shame.
I really want a donut.
I really don’t have much to say this morning. I suppose then I will stop.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
grandma virginia
11-10-10
My grandmother may die soon.
My dad’s mom has been out of it for some time. She is 93. She was born the same year the US declared war on Germany, in WWI. She was born the same year Maharishi Mahesh Yogi was born. Same year that Desi Arnaz and Ella Fitzgerald, and even JFK were born. She was also born the same day Carl Karcher was born.
I can safely say that she did not influence any band or make any fantastic hamburgers. And from what I know of her, I think it would have made sense if someone had shot her in the head in an open convertible.
Virginia was not nurturing to me in any way shape or form. She was only Grandma to me when I had to write a thank you note. Otherwise she was referred to as the Wicked Witch of the West or simply, Virg.
Two vivid memories of her stand out. One in which she reduced a young boy to tears over accidently tracking gum into her house. The other where she referred to me as
“the girl, what’s her name again?” to me when she thought I was my mother.
My mom had the stereotypical Mother-In-Law from hell. Always compared to my dad’s first wife or chastised for being a working mother that had a job instead of staying home to raise us kids. It was an old fashioned outlook for a woman, but thankfully for my mom, Virg lived across country so her comments could be contained on a phone that my dad had to listen to.
Even though my dad was never close to her, I have a feeling that when he does get the call that she has passed he will be upset. I hate seeing my dad sad. There is something scary about it to me. This is a man who laughs off most things and has a pretty good sense of humor. So when you see him cry, there is something eerie about it.
As of yesterday, she had a temperature of 103, and she was mostly non responsive. Plus, she isn’t eating or drinking. My dad showed me the email from my aunt who is in charge of her at this point. I helped him with an email back, asking questions about the game plan. My dad still maintains that this woman will never die. She does have a devilish quality about her.
I will be curious to see what happens. She has been at death’s door before. Hell, she has tea with Death every few weeks, but she always manages to escape his boney clutches. I don’t think she will for much longer.
In funnier news, I really suck at certain things. One would be home decorating. Ok, I am not bad at picking out colors and wall hangings, but I really should only point out what I like and have someone else place it for me.
I was in a massive cleaning frenzy again yesterday. I had made tremendous progress when I thought that I could hang the boys’ school pictures. There was one nail already available, but I needed to find one for the other picture. As I looked for a nail, I came across the sticker hooks Ken had gotten for me for the hallway. It is supposed to be able to hold like 50 pounds and leave no marks on the wall. I was all pleased and hung up the portrait. I then got the wild hair up my ass to put up some things in the hallway.
In all fairness, it looked awesome. I hung a mirror, a picture, a clock and three tiny mirrors. I was all kinds of proud.
I took some pictures and continued on my way. I was in the living room when I heard the crash.
Crap.
The clock had come crashing down onto the 3 mini mirrors and they all ended on the floor, in more pieces then were put on the wall originally. The mini mirrors didn’t break badly and were way fixable, but I was quite discouraged. It occurred to me that I think I am the reason it went poorly. I think I put a sticker on backwards. Sigh.
On the plus side, I noticed this morning that after I went out last night, Ken took the time to fix all my mirrors. It means I can maybe try again tonight, but this time, with some supervision.
Last night I went with Brandy to a potential forever home for Max, one of her fosters. The couple was lovely and truly will make for great kitty parents. Even Max seemed to think so as he was super friendly with his new mommy. Max should get to go home this weekend after they do some pet proofing. Yay!
I didn’t watch Glee last night, so I have something to look forward to this evening. Plus, it means I can watch it at a decent time and still get some sleep in.
I am resisting the coffee this morning. I don’t want to become dependent. I was considering a cup if only to help the wake up process. Instead I am going for gobs of ice water.
My radio remote needs a new battery. How lazy am I when I sit maybe six inches from the radio yet I use a remote for volume?
I am hoping to earn some cash this morning. Maryann needs some help on her corporation paperwork. Woo hoo! I have no idea how much cash this means, but I am happy for anything. I figure I have Christmas coming up and I need to get crackin on presents.
I have decided my project this afternoon is the playroom. I know, I keep saying that, but I am feeling inspired. I am going to sort out items they use and things they don’t. Maybe a box at a time, but I can do it!
Ok, I need to get to work.
My grandmother may die soon.
My dad’s mom has been out of it for some time. She is 93. She was born the same year the US declared war on Germany, in WWI. She was born the same year Maharishi Mahesh Yogi was born. Same year that Desi Arnaz and Ella Fitzgerald, and even JFK were born. She was also born the same day Carl Karcher was born.
I can safely say that she did not influence any band or make any fantastic hamburgers. And from what I know of her, I think it would have made sense if someone had shot her in the head in an open convertible.
Virginia was not nurturing to me in any way shape or form. She was only Grandma to me when I had to write a thank you note. Otherwise she was referred to as the Wicked Witch of the West or simply, Virg.
Two vivid memories of her stand out. One in which she reduced a young boy to tears over accidently tracking gum into her house. The other where she referred to me as
“the girl, what’s her name again?” to me when she thought I was my mother.
My mom had the stereotypical Mother-In-Law from hell. Always compared to my dad’s first wife or chastised for being a working mother that had a job instead of staying home to raise us kids. It was an old fashioned outlook for a woman, but thankfully for my mom, Virg lived across country so her comments could be contained on a phone that my dad had to listen to.
Even though my dad was never close to her, I have a feeling that when he does get the call that she has passed he will be upset. I hate seeing my dad sad. There is something scary about it to me. This is a man who laughs off most things and has a pretty good sense of humor. So when you see him cry, there is something eerie about it.
As of yesterday, she had a temperature of 103, and she was mostly non responsive. Plus, she isn’t eating or drinking. My dad showed me the email from my aunt who is in charge of her at this point. I helped him with an email back, asking questions about the game plan. My dad still maintains that this woman will never die. She does have a devilish quality about her.
I will be curious to see what happens. She has been at death’s door before. Hell, she has tea with Death every few weeks, but she always manages to escape his boney clutches. I don’t think she will for much longer.
In funnier news, I really suck at certain things. One would be home decorating. Ok, I am not bad at picking out colors and wall hangings, but I really should only point out what I like and have someone else place it for me.
I was in a massive cleaning frenzy again yesterday. I had made tremendous progress when I thought that I could hang the boys’ school pictures. There was one nail already available, but I needed to find one for the other picture. As I looked for a nail, I came across the sticker hooks Ken had gotten for me for the hallway. It is supposed to be able to hold like 50 pounds and leave no marks on the wall. I was all pleased and hung up the portrait. I then got the wild hair up my ass to put up some things in the hallway.
In all fairness, it looked awesome. I hung a mirror, a picture, a clock and three tiny mirrors. I was all kinds of proud.
I took some pictures and continued on my way. I was in the living room when I heard the crash.
Crap.
The clock had come crashing down onto the 3 mini mirrors and they all ended on the floor, in more pieces then were put on the wall originally. The mini mirrors didn’t break badly and were way fixable, but I was quite discouraged. It occurred to me that I think I am the reason it went poorly. I think I put a sticker on backwards. Sigh.
On the plus side, I noticed this morning that after I went out last night, Ken took the time to fix all my mirrors. It means I can maybe try again tonight, but this time, with some supervision.
Last night I went with Brandy to a potential forever home for Max, one of her fosters. The couple was lovely and truly will make for great kitty parents. Even Max seemed to think so as he was super friendly with his new mommy. Max should get to go home this weekend after they do some pet proofing. Yay!
I didn’t watch Glee last night, so I have something to look forward to this evening. Plus, it means I can watch it at a decent time and still get some sleep in.
I am resisting the coffee this morning. I don’t want to become dependent. I was considering a cup if only to help the wake up process. Instead I am going for gobs of ice water.
My radio remote needs a new battery. How lazy am I when I sit maybe six inches from the radio yet I use a remote for volume?
I am hoping to earn some cash this morning. Maryann needs some help on her corporation paperwork. Woo hoo! I have no idea how much cash this means, but I am happy for anything. I figure I have Christmas coming up and I need to get crackin on presents.
I have decided my project this afternoon is the playroom. I know, I keep saying that, but I am feeling inspired. I am going to sort out items they use and things they don’t. Maybe a box at a time, but I can do it!
Ok, I need to get to work.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Tuesday
11-9-10
I have discovered that chocolate makes the coffee even better!
Last night I was all proud of my accomplishments. I managed to Cinderelly style scrub the kitchen floor. I got a crap load of laundry put away, and even managed to take out all those too small for the kids clothing from their drawers. It was a little depressing to get rid of some of the shirts. Some of those are super cute. I will hold on to the ones still in good shape in case I opt to try for Ezra or some other cool friend has themselves a kid. Or maybe I will enlist the help of Grandma Brenan and get her to make me a shirt out of all the t-shirts of the boys. I will enjoy that when I need something to cry into when they go to college.
It turns out that Luna isn’t as dumb as she wants us to think she is. I got some treats at the adoption fair, that no joke, smell good enough for me to eat. Either way, I took Luna out back (does anyone else get the image of old yeller when you say take the dog out back?) to work on some basic training. She is really really good! She sat, stayed, and would come when called. Yes, it was way treat based, but hell, if that is all it takes, I am game. Plus, she has been really good about not getting into anything in the house (or we have just been good at keeping the house Luna proof) and very sweetly lays down wherever I set up shop, whether that be at the computer, watching tv, or even under Dax’s bed while we do bedtime stories. She cracks me up!
I just discovered that iTty is dead. Not permanently or anything, I just forgot to charge him. Sadness for me. I like having him for games, my calendar and music. I will charge him in the car later and then at home.
I also just realized that I have pictures on my camera that I need to upload. I have been going to be early lately, which has been wonderful. Yes, I feel kind of lame that my bedtime is now closer to 8, but at least I have not been as tired in the morning. Of course, that could be attributed to the coffee.
After the boys got out of the bath last night and they were getting dressed, both were saying how cold they were. Bobby got on his nighttime underwear and announces, “My butt and penis are no longer cold!”
Ken gets to go to Dax’s classroom this morning. He is bringing Lego, too. That should be fun for them all, especially since I don’t know that Dax has done many of Ken’s Lego classes. I get to go next Thursday, so I am counting down the days.
Ken and the boys also have this Thursday off. I don’t know what they will be doing, but I would imagine not much. I say just let the boys run around out back since how often do they get a whole day of play these days?
I need to figure out some odd jobs to earn some extra dough. I am wondering if I should work OT on Thursday and the three days of Thanksgiving week.
I have cravings to get pierced again. Don’t know where or why, just a craving.
I am concerned that Bobby is feeling inferior to Dax lately. He has been kind of teasing and bullying Dax, calling him a baby in a baby class. And yesterday, when I walked them home from school, I told them to run home to see how fast they could go. Bobby had his backpack, so he was slower, so I offered to hold it. Too late since he broke down sobbing that Dax was already ahead of him. I don’t think it will do much good to scold Bobby. But I think that we need to empower him to know that he is the big brother and that he is talented and that he is cool. I think if he knows this, he will feel less desire to pick on Dax. Because honestly, I have seen Bobby be so cool with Dax and make sure he always gets a toy for Dax when he gets one. He really does try. But maybe school and this little bit of independence has started to change him a hint. I don’t know, but I will be keeping an eye on it.
I have discovered that chocolate makes the coffee even better!
Last night I was all proud of my accomplishments. I managed to Cinderelly style scrub the kitchen floor. I got a crap load of laundry put away, and even managed to take out all those too small for the kids clothing from their drawers. It was a little depressing to get rid of some of the shirts. Some of those are super cute. I will hold on to the ones still in good shape in case I opt to try for Ezra or some other cool friend has themselves a kid. Or maybe I will enlist the help of Grandma Brenan and get her to make me a shirt out of all the t-shirts of the boys. I will enjoy that when I need something to cry into when they go to college.
It turns out that Luna isn’t as dumb as she wants us to think she is. I got some treats at the adoption fair, that no joke, smell good enough for me to eat. Either way, I took Luna out back (does anyone else get the image of old yeller when you say take the dog out back?) to work on some basic training. She is really really good! She sat, stayed, and would come when called. Yes, it was way treat based, but hell, if that is all it takes, I am game. Plus, she has been really good about not getting into anything in the house (or we have just been good at keeping the house Luna proof) and very sweetly lays down wherever I set up shop, whether that be at the computer, watching tv, or even under Dax’s bed while we do bedtime stories. She cracks me up!
I just discovered that iTty is dead. Not permanently or anything, I just forgot to charge him. Sadness for me. I like having him for games, my calendar and music. I will charge him in the car later and then at home.
I also just realized that I have pictures on my camera that I need to upload. I have been going to be early lately, which has been wonderful. Yes, I feel kind of lame that my bedtime is now closer to 8, but at least I have not been as tired in the morning. Of course, that could be attributed to the coffee.
After the boys got out of the bath last night and they were getting dressed, both were saying how cold they were. Bobby got on his nighttime underwear and announces, “My butt and penis are no longer cold!”
Ken gets to go to Dax’s classroom this morning. He is bringing Lego, too. That should be fun for them all, especially since I don’t know that Dax has done many of Ken’s Lego classes. I get to go next Thursday, so I am counting down the days.
Ken and the boys also have this Thursday off. I don’t know what they will be doing, but I would imagine not much. I say just let the boys run around out back since how often do they get a whole day of play these days?
I need to figure out some odd jobs to earn some extra dough. I am wondering if I should work OT on Thursday and the three days of Thanksgiving week.
I have cravings to get pierced again. Don’t know where or why, just a craving.
I am concerned that Bobby is feeling inferior to Dax lately. He has been kind of teasing and bullying Dax, calling him a baby in a baby class. And yesterday, when I walked them home from school, I told them to run home to see how fast they could go. Bobby had his backpack, so he was slower, so I offered to hold it. Too late since he broke down sobbing that Dax was already ahead of him. I don’t think it will do much good to scold Bobby. But I think that we need to empower him to know that he is the big brother and that he is talented and that he is cool. I think if he knows this, he will feel less desire to pick on Dax. Because honestly, I have seen Bobby be so cool with Dax and make sure he always gets a toy for Dax when he gets one. He really does try. But maybe school and this little bit of independence has started to change him a hint. I don’t know, but I will be keeping an eye on it.
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