3-30-09
I am putting this in writing right now. If the boss pisses me off this morning, I am out of here. I will go home, I will sleep. I will not tolerate his spazing out over stupid stuff.
That being said, the weekend was good. Saturday was gorgeous out. I spent the first part of the morning doing turbo cleaning of the boys’ rooms and living room. I also got most of the laundry done. The boys were not interested in spending the day inside despite my hopes so I could do some more work, but this was ok. So I took them out.
It was hot, but not horribly so. But it was nice enough that it seems like they should play in water. So Ken got them out a small tub and we filled it with water and some bath toys. They loved this. I mentioned to Ken that really this is the time we need to have a kiddie pool. So when we put the kids to nap time, Ken ran out to Toys R Us to get one. We needed a new one for the dog anyway, so this made sense. Ken managed to get 3 for $20. They were $20 each. Yes, that was correct math. Ken stuck 3 together and they only rang him up for one. Awesome!
We filled one up and they loved it. I sat out and tanned (ok, I mostly reddened, but hopefully that turns). Ken spent the day at the sewing machine, repairing numerous items of clothing that needed everything from buttons to zippers fixed.
Needless to say, the boys were wiped out. They had not actually napped during nap time, so they used all of their energy. We brought them in late afternoon and watched Bolt (which is awesome!) and they both crashed pretty hard. This was super happy making. It allowed Ken and I time to watch Hamlet 2. It was a bit of a disappointment, but that good parts were excellent.
Sunday was typical in bowling. We then went by the trio of cheap. 99 cent store, Big Lots and Dollar Tree. It was all about Easter shopping. I need to go back for their actual basket, but other than that, I am done. We found some wheelbarrows that were super cute so the plan is to “hide” eggs in the yard and let them use the wheelbarrows to pick them up. I am considering looking for small wagons, too, but we will see.
Papa Brenan rolled into town around 3, so we went to meet up with him in El Segundo where he was staying. We hit up a park there where we all played for a while before walking up to Sizzlers for dinner.
On the way out to El Segundo, Bobby saw the Toys R Us and says, “Hey look, Toys R Us.” I said “Sure is” and he responded with perhaps the best thing he has ever said. “They sure are rockin that R!” OMG, my child is fantastic!
I am really just running on the fact that I have date night on Friday night. Ken and I have reservations at the Melting Pot for our anniversary. I got my folks to watch the boys for a couple hours and we are going to go and try this fondue place. I am very excited.
I am still so zoned. I have to admit, I am kind of hoping the boss annoys me so I can leave.
My whole body aches. I wonder if that is tired talking.
We caught up on Scrubs yesterday while the kids napped. Such a good show even still. It has lost some of the spark it used to have, but it is so wonderfully comfortable and still has such great wit. We also watched the pilot of Better Off Ted, which was quite enjoyable. It has loads of potential, being that it is from the folks that brought us Andy Richter Controls the Universe. Then again, it has potential to be wonderful and then canceled since quirky, fun and different shows don’t last.
I don’t feel well. I wonder if it is my mind messing with my body because I don’t want to be here. It could be. I wouldn’t put it past me. I am considering the idea of bailing now since it would allow me to get out before the boss gets here. Although, I have to admit, I don’t want to leave Tammy by herself. If I go, it will be that Dax is sick. Yes, I use the boys for this. Work is so much more sympathetic if your kid is sick compared to yourself.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Never say you feel groovy, days turn to hell
3-27-09
There is other stuff I should be doing, but I figured I would take the time now before today becomes a sequel to yesterday.
Holy crap yesterday sucked. Between customers, coworkers and my boss, I was pulled so many ways, and angered so very much, my head was about to explode by the time I was able to sprint out of here. They are lucky there isn’t a Gena shaped hole in the window by my desk. Tammy didn’t even come in today because she recognized the hell that yesterday was and opted to throw in the towel. I must be a glutton for punishment. Then again, I figure, how much worse can it be?
On the plus side, I got my review yesterday. And that wasn’t the plus, it was that when my boss came over and asked me if I had a few minutes (I knew the review was coming so it wasn’t a shock to have him at my desk, folder in hand) and I was able to bounce back with, “Am I fired?” There may in fact be nothing better than making that man get flustered. He laughed, but clearly I spooked him.
The review was yet another annoying part of the day. The review was fine, but I feel I deserve another point which would kick me into a 3 status. There is 1-you suck, 2-you are fine and there is 3-you rock. He gave everyone a 2, as per his crappy pep talk a few weeks ago. Essentially he didn’t want it to look like his department was awesome for fear that it would then look bad when there was no money in house. Of course, we know that is not our fault, but he seems to think others would not view it like that. So he wanted us all to know there was always room for improvement. The problem with this scenario is that he didn’t take everything into account. Truly, I deserve 2 more points, but I fought the more obvious one as it would kick me up. Not that this means anything since there are no raises again this year due to our financial situation. But it is the principal of the whole thing. I want him to say I rock, perhaps not in that phrasing (it would be super odd coming from this dude) but I want it known, I want it in writing, and I want him to do it. I emailed him yesterday before I left for him to review my review. I didn’t get an email back from him, which leads me to believe I will be meeting with him shortly. Sigh. Not fun.
I was supposed to go out with Conner last night, but with my raging headache and frazzled state, I opted to postpone until next week. He was quite understanding, which was great! I got home, put on my giant flannel pants and flopped down in front of the tv for 40 minutes. I watched the second half of American Idol (OMG-how great was Adam???????) and just relaxed.
I went and got the boys and decided rather then set them up for failure, we went straight to the backyard. There, we played. I pushed them on the swing, I played tickle monster, we had FUN! I then set up the bouncer, and they were thrilled. In fact, they sent me inside. This allowed me to do some dishes and to prep their dinner. Although this sounds like work, it was more like a break. I felt like I actually accomplished something when I was done, which is more than I could say for my whole day yesterday. I had made happy kids, I had a clean kitchen, I had laundry going, dinner ready, and slowly, my heads constant throbbing slowed to more of just a constant beep. Not perfect, but loads better.
Ken got home and we let the kids run around for a little later than normal. They had a bubble bath, I had a Morgan’s and Coke, and everyone was good.
I had recorded this new show called In The Motherhood. Some of the previews looked funny. They wasted their best stuff in the previews. In fact, the times in which I laughed were actual clips I had seen in the previews. There were a couple of other chuckles, but over all, it was mega lame. I am cutting it some slack since it was the first episode, but I don’t have high hopes.
Foreplay with sound effects is funny. I don’t think I need to elaborate.
The boys had some difficulty over night. I know that Dax woke up around 11, but Ken said he was sniffly. I am wondering if he is having some allergy issues. I am tempted now to take him to the doc. With his arm still being itchy and broken out (he keeps scratching it, which is what makes it worse) and now his nose being stuffy, I wonder if we should get some kind of allergy test just to see if it is something simple and if this summer we are going to need to stock up on Benedryl.
Bobby got up at some point early this morning. He was asking for some milk. I think he was trying to ask for something else, but Ken kept shooshing him to keep him from waking me up. Unfortunately, there is one sure fire way to wake up a parent, and that is having your kid come into your bedroom at 3 in the morning with a slight whine in their voice.
This evening, I am considering letting them stay up till 8 just in the hopes that they will sleep in tomorrow morning. I may go by Target after I go to my parent’s house and pick up that copy of Bolt. It might be a good evening plan for us. It is a shame the boys are too young to take to Monsters Vs. Aliens.
I am so sleepy. I was comfy this morning when that stupid alarm went off.
I think I just heard the boss. Seriously? He is already here? It is not even 7!!! I hope I was hearing things.
I need to work on this report, but I just don’t feel like it. But I suppose I need to. Bleah.
The day is truly heading towards another hell day.
There is other stuff I should be doing, but I figured I would take the time now before today becomes a sequel to yesterday.
Holy crap yesterday sucked. Between customers, coworkers and my boss, I was pulled so many ways, and angered so very much, my head was about to explode by the time I was able to sprint out of here. They are lucky there isn’t a Gena shaped hole in the window by my desk. Tammy didn’t even come in today because she recognized the hell that yesterday was and opted to throw in the towel. I must be a glutton for punishment. Then again, I figure, how much worse can it be?
On the plus side, I got my review yesterday. And that wasn’t the plus, it was that when my boss came over and asked me if I had a few minutes (I knew the review was coming so it wasn’t a shock to have him at my desk, folder in hand) and I was able to bounce back with, “Am I fired?” There may in fact be nothing better than making that man get flustered. He laughed, but clearly I spooked him.
The review was yet another annoying part of the day. The review was fine, but I feel I deserve another point which would kick me into a 3 status. There is 1-you suck, 2-you are fine and there is 3-you rock. He gave everyone a 2, as per his crappy pep talk a few weeks ago. Essentially he didn’t want it to look like his department was awesome for fear that it would then look bad when there was no money in house. Of course, we know that is not our fault, but he seems to think others would not view it like that. So he wanted us all to know there was always room for improvement. The problem with this scenario is that he didn’t take everything into account. Truly, I deserve 2 more points, but I fought the more obvious one as it would kick me up. Not that this means anything since there are no raises again this year due to our financial situation. But it is the principal of the whole thing. I want him to say I rock, perhaps not in that phrasing (it would be super odd coming from this dude) but I want it known, I want it in writing, and I want him to do it. I emailed him yesterday before I left for him to review my review. I didn’t get an email back from him, which leads me to believe I will be meeting with him shortly. Sigh. Not fun.
I was supposed to go out with Conner last night, but with my raging headache and frazzled state, I opted to postpone until next week. He was quite understanding, which was great! I got home, put on my giant flannel pants and flopped down in front of the tv for 40 minutes. I watched the second half of American Idol (OMG-how great was Adam???????) and just relaxed.
I went and got the boys and decided rather then set them up for failure, we went straight to the backyard. There, we played. I pushed them on the swing, I played tickle monster, we had FUN! I then set up the bouncer, and they were thrilled. In fact, they sent me inside. This allowed me to do some dishes and to prep their dinner. Although this sounds like work, it was more like a break. I felt like I actually accomplished something when I was done, which is more than I could say for my whole day yesterday. I had made happy kids, I had a clean kitchen, I had laundry going, dinner ready, and slowly, my heads constant throbbing slowed to more of just a constant beep. Not perfect, but loads better.
Ken got home and we let the kids run around for a little later than normal. They had a bubble bath, I had a Morgan’s and Coke, and everyone was good.
I had recorded this new show called In The Motherhood. Some of the previews looked funny. They wasted their best stuff in the previews. In fact, the times in which I laughed were actual clips I had seen in the previews. There were a couple of other chuckles, but over all, it was mega lame. I am cutting it some slack since it was the first episode, but I don’t have high hopes.
Foreplay with sound effects is funny. I don’t think I need to elaborate.
The boys had some difficulty over night. I know that Dax woke up around 11, but Ken said he was sniffly. I am wondering if he is having some allergy issues. I am tempted now to take him to the doc. With his arm still being itchy and broken out (he keeps scratching it, which is what makes it worse) and now his nose being stuffy, I wonder if we should get some kind of allergy test just to see if it is something simple and if this summer we are going to need to stock up on Benedryl.
Bobby got up at some point early this morning. He was asking for some milk. I think he was trying to ask for something else, but Ken kept shooshing him to keep him from waking me up. Unfortunately, there is one sure fire way to wake up a parent, and that is having your kid come into your bedroom at 3 in the morning with a slight whine in their voice.
This evening, I am considering letting them stay up till 8 just in the hopes that they will sleep in tomorrow morning. I may go by Target after I go to my parent’s house and pick up that copy of Bolt. It might be a good evening plan for us. It is a shame the boys are too young to take to Monsters Vs. Aliens.
I am so sleepy. I was comfy this morning when that stupid alarm went off.
I think I just heard the boss. Seriously? He is already here? It is not even 7!!! I hope I was hearing things.
I need to work on this report, but I just don’t feel like it. But I suppose I need to. Bleah.
The day is truly heading towards another hell day.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I feel groovy
3-25-09
I am starting my journal late this morning. I have been doing other things, some work, some other. I think that my pain pills have worn off and I am back in the real world. I was incredibly chipper when I arrived at work, yet somehow I felt fuzzy at the same time, so I wonder if the combo of Benedryl and the Acetaminophen was still influencing my mood. Not that I am not happy now, but I feel less giddy.
Yesterday was a long work day. Lots of crazy. Nothing bad, overall, but it just seemed like I had stuff going on every second of the day. I have a feeling this morning will be the same, but so far we are in the calm before the storm.
I had my dentist appt yesterday afternoon. Dax joined me and was perhaps the most charming and sweet little boy ever. We got there early, so he and I hung out in the waiting room, reading all of the kids books that were in the basket there. He sang, he laughed and at one point when he heard the music being played, he turns to me and says, “Mommy, we must dance!” He then started grooving out much to the delight of another woman in the waiting room and the receptionist.
We headed back for my cleaning. I had packed a full bag of things for him to play with including favorite toys, crayons and a coloring book, and even the coveted Cat in the Hat flap book that the boys love. Instead of playing with anything in the bag, he played with my watch. He was so excited about it, so I gave it to him to hold. He jumped around a bit, but not very much for him, and he never left the room. I didn’t have to scold him or tell him to calm down once. He was delightful. It was a little hard with him only because he is Mr. Conversation lately. He would ask me what something was, and I would tell him, and he would come back with his, “Oh but, but, why Mommy?” It normally isn’t a huge deal, since you can answer those questions, but when you have someone in your mouth, it isn’t something you can answer as easily. I was a little surprised that he didn’t talk more to the hygienist, but he was being a smidge shy. It usually takes him about 30 minutes to warm up to someone, and 30 minutes was all the cleaning took. I am sure she made a friend for life, though, when she told him he was such a good boy that he would get to have a prize from the treasure box. He chose a little frog and was so excited.
The afternoon was uneventful. I had a raging headache, probably from the congestion, a little bit of period, and the dentist cleaning. The boys went to bed without any issues, and I was able to medicate myself for sleep.
I have been quite pleased that Dax has not only let me, but requests, the book Oh The Places You’ll Go. I love the hell out of that book, and really love reading it aloud, so it is nice to have that every night. It also makes the other book he likes more bearable. One of the items in the recent Braskin load was a book called Matthew’s Dragon. Not a great story, but Dax likes that there are dragons. I am tempted to go down to Borders and see about a better book with dragons that will replace this one. Then again, I may just look through all of the other books in Bobby’s closet to see if he has anything that may do.
Bobby had me read this pop up book that is about Dracula going into town to scare folks, but then they give him teddy bears which is his weakness. Ok, to be perfectly honest, I have no idea what the book is actually about. I ad lib the story each time. I make every character on the page talk. Often they fight with one another, sometimes they sing, sometimes they just laugh. Bobby thinks it is hysterical. Who says I have to read the actual words in these things??
This afternoon I have to take Bobby back to the doc so they can look at his arm where the TB test was done. Last night it looked fine, but they have to mark it down that they looked at it. Since I will be out anyway, I am going to swing by my folks. I know my mom gets withdrawals if she doesn’t see them, and since I had to cancel my Tuesday visit yesterday, I figure she could get her fix tonight.
They asked the question to 2000 women whether or not they would shave their head in order to save the life of another. 75% answered they would. They are saying this is bogus on K&B since the same women also answered in the alarming majority that they would rather win America’s Top Model over getting the Nobel Prize. Ok, yes, that does seem questionable. I am pretty sure I would happily shave my head if it meant saving a life. Um, hello, look at all the rockin wigs I would get! I could change my hair every day! I would get my original hair color back! I could have so much fun with that, AND I would be saving someone. The two ladies on the air are saying most women can easily answer the question but they would change their tune if the razor is in hand. They also say that women value their hair way more than they would admit to. This is possible. They are also now asking for too many variables to be answered, but then again, I think they are interesting variables. Is the person who is going to die 99? Is he 30 with kids? How long is his life spared for? Like, is he on life support and just lasts like 3 more days? Is the person evil? I mean, would you want to shave your head for say Charles Manson to be spared? I know that there are the nutjobs that were part of his “family’ that shaved their heads in his support, but I mean actually shave their head to save his life is a different matter. How is shaving your head any different from cutting off a chunk to donate to someone who is bald from cancer? Look, I am the first to say I can’t stand the vast majority of the population. But I swear, since I had kids, I have become a wuss when it comes to anyone being sad. I cry over people I don’t know. Hell, I even have more sympathy for the bad folks just because I know that they too have a mother who loves them unconditionally. And even though they should probably no longer be walking around and should probably be 6 feet under, I would still feel sad for their death. It is this creepy thing in me that gives me sympathy for folks that don’t get it elsewhere.
I freaked out a few coworkers on Friday with this sympathy. Recently in I think Palmdale? Anyway, this 18 month old was found on the side of the freeway. The mom at first claimed she had been hit over the head and knocked out and the person stole her kid. She has since retracted her story and it has come out that she dumped the body after her daughter had somehow died at home and she didn’t want to be accused of killing her. The last story I saw made it almost sound like SIDS or even something like the baby choking on milk (she was put to bed with a bottle). The ladies I was talking to were all horrified at the idea of a woman dumping their own child. They all agreed that they would and could never do this. They then looked to me. I had to point out that it wasn’t all that inconceivable. I am pretty sure they all at that very moment feared for my boys. But I had to point out to them things like shock and even post partum that can alter your mood to make you do stupid and unbelievable things. I cited everything from how Brooke Sheilds wrote in her book that when she was suffering from post partum she considered driving head first into the center divider of the freeway. There was the woman who drowned her 7 kids. People with adrenaline can lift a car off of their child, it is also reasonable that they might toss the car on their own kid if they think it will protect them. I am not saying I would do something horrible, but I remember those first few weeks after Bobby was born. It was pretty rough. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to nurse, I was sleep deprived and I had no idea what I was doing. I could see how someone who was worse off than me could consider throwing their crying kid out the window. There is a Scrubs episode where Carla has post partum and I am telling you, I break down crying every time I see it. And I had it easy!! Look, the human mind sometimes snaps, and even though it isn’t ok, it still can’t be looked at without any form of compassion. The broad who is the mom to Caylee probably killed her kid. I think she is an awful human being. I also think she is sick in the head. I think she has some kind of defect that has detached her from her own offspring. She is one of the people that should never of had a kid, and never felt a bond with that kid. It is sad, and honestly I can’t read to much on that story because when I see the picture of that little girl, all I can see is Bobby and Dax staring back at me. No, I don’t want to be friends with her mother. I think she is bad, I think she is evil, I think she is a monster. But I wonder if she even understands what she did. I don’t know, I don’t have the inside information that someone close to her might have, and truly, it isn’t fair of me to judge her without that. I know, hypocritical of me since I judge just about everyone. But like I said, I somehow have internally become the sympathy for the monsters. I have the compassion for folks that won’t get any from anyone. I wish I understood it better. Maybe it is just because I often feel at odds with the opinions of so many people that it is my way of siding against them by siding with the very people they hate. If I agree with the people that the murder is all bad, then I am just like those people that think illegal immigrants are swell or that gay marriage is wrong. I know that this makes no sense. It is perfectly reasonable for me to thinks that a murderer is bad, and still not side with someone else who thinks the same thing, but may have differing political opinions than myself. I guess I am always looking for a fight. LOL! I just want to be able to look at both sides objectively. Too often, we as humans don’t do that. We don’t see the whole story, we only stay with one side and don’t hear each other out. It is a shame, really.
Can we say Gena going on a tangent?
Ok, now I am just feeling positively groovy. I wonder where that burst of energy came from. I have busted out Ichipod for some good tunes and I am going through my accounts, seeing if there is anything that can be applied before the end of the week. Yes, I know I am writing right now so this isn’t exactly doing this, so perhaps I need to go back to that?
I am starting my journal late this morning. I have been doing other things, some work, some other. I think that my pain pills have worn off and I am back in the real world. I was incredibly chipper when I arrived at work, yet somehow I felt fuzzy at the same time, so I wonder if the combo of Benedryl and the Acetaminophen was still influencing my mood. Not that I am not happy now, but I feel less giddy.
Yesterday was a long work day. Lots of crazy. Nothing bad, overall, but it just seemed like I had stuff going on every second of the day. I have a feeling this morning will be the same, but so far we are in the calm before the storm.
I had my dentist appt yesterday afternoon. Dax joined me and was perhaps the most charming and sweet little boy ever. We got there early, so he and I hung out in the waiting room, reading all of the kids books that were in the basket there. He sang, he laughed and at one point when he heard the music being played, he turns to me and says, “Mommy, we must dance!” He then started grooving out much to the delight of another woman in the waiting room and the receptionist.
We headed back for my cleaning. I had packed a full bag of things for him to play with including favorite toys, crayons and a coloring book, and even the coveted Cat in the Hat flap book that the boys love. Instead of playing with anything in the bag, he played with my watch. He was so excited about it, so I gave it to him to hold. He jumped around a bit, but not very much for him, and he never left the room. I didn’t have to scold him or tell him to calm down once. He was delightful. It was a little hard with him only because he is Mr. Conversation lately. He would ask me what something was, and I would tell him, and he would come back with his, “Oh but, but, why Mommy?” It normally isn’t a huge deal, since you can answer those questions, but when you have someone in your mouth, it isn’t something you can answer as easily. I was a little surprised that he didn’t talk more to the hygienist, but he was being a smidge shy. It usually takes him about 30 minutes to warm up to someone, and 30 minutes was all the cleaning took. I am sure she made a friend for life, though, when she told him he was such a good boy that he would get to have a prize from the treasure box. He chose a little frog and was so excited.
The afternoon was uneventful. I had a raging headache, probably from the congestion, a little bit of period, and the dentist cleaning. The boys went to bed without any issues, and I was able to medicate myself for sleep.
I have been quite pleased that Dax has not only let me, but requests, the book Oh The Places You’ll Go. I love the hell out of that book, and really love reading it aloud, so it is nice to have that every night. It also makes the other book he likes more bearable. One of the items in the recent Braskin load was a book called Matthew’s Dragon. Not a great story, but Dax likes that there are dragons. I am tempted to go down to Borders and see about a better book with dragons that will replace this one. Then again, I may just look through all of the other books in Bobby’s closet to see if he has anything that may do.
Bobby had me read this pop up book that is about Dracula going into town to scare folks, but then they give him teddy bears which is his weakness. Ok, to be perfectly honest, I have no idea what the book is actually about. I ad lib the story each time. I make every character on the page talk. Often they fight with one another, sometimes they sing, sometimes they just laugh. Bobby thinks it is hysterical. Who says I have to read the actual words in these things??
This afternoon I have to take Bobby back to the doc so they can look at his arm where the TB test was done. Last night it looked fine, but they have to mark it down that they looked at it. Since I will be out anyway, I am going to swing by my folks. I know my mom gets withdrawals if she doesn’t see them, and since I had to cancel my Tuesday visit yesterday, I figure she could get her fix tonight.
They asked the question to 2000 women whether or not they would shave their head in order to save the life of another. 75% answered they would. They are saying this is bogus on K&B since the same women also answered in the alarming majority that they would rather win America’s Top Model over getting the Nobel Prize. Ok, yes, that does seem questionable. I am pretty sure I would happily shave my head if it meant saving a life. Um, hello, look at all the rockin wigs I would get! I could change my hair every day! I would get my original hair color back! I could have so much fun with that, AND I would be saving someone. The two ladies on the air are saying most women can easily answer the question but they would change their tune if the razor is in hand. They also say that women value their hair way more than they would admit to. This is possible. They are also now asking for too many variables to be answered, but then again, I think they are interesting variables. Is the person who is going to die 99? Is he 30 with kids? How long is his life spared for? Like, is he on life support and just lasts like 3 more days? Is the person evil? I mean, would you want to shave your head for say Charles Manson to be spared? I know that there are the nutjobs that were part of his “family’ that shaved their heads in his support, but I mean actually shave their head to save his life is a different matter. How is shaving your head any different from cutting off a chunk to donate to someone who is bald from cancer? Look, I am the first to say I can’t stand the vast majority of the population. But I swear, since I had kids, I have become a wuss when it comes to anyone being sad. I cry over people I don’t know. Hell, I even have more sympathy for the bad folks just because I know that they too have a mother who loves them unconditionally. And even though they should probably no longer be walking around and should probably be 6 feet under, I would still feel sad for their death. It is this creepy thing in me that gives me sympathy for folks that don’t get it elsewhere.
I freaked out a few coworkers on Friday with this sympathy. Recently in I think Palmdale? Anyway, this 18 month old was found on the side of the freeway. The mom at first claimed she had been hit over the head and knocked out and the person stole her kid. She has since retracted her story and it has come out that she dumped the body after her daughter had somehow died at home and she didn’t want to be accused of killing her. The last story I saw made it almost sound like SIDS or even something like the baby choking on milk (she was put to bed with a bottle). The ladies I was talking to were all horrified at the idea of a woman dumping their own child. They all agreed that they would and could never do this. They then looked to me. I had to point out that it wasn’t all that inconceivable. I am pretty sure they all at that very moment feared for my boys. But I had to point out to them things like shock and even post partum that can alter your mood to make you do stupid and unbelievable things. I cited everything from how Brooke Sheilds wrote in her book that when she was suffering from post partum she considered driving head first into the center divider of the freeway. There was the woman who drowned her 7 kids. People with adrenaline can lift a car off of their child, it is also reasonable that they might toss the car on their own kid if they think it will protect them. I am not saying I would do something horrible, but I remember those first few weeks after Bobby was born. It was pretty rough. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to nurse, I was sleep deprived and I had no idea what I was doing. I could see how someone who was worse off than me could consider throwing their crying kid out the window. There is a Scrubs episode where Carla has post partum and I am telling you, I break down crying every time I see it. And I had it easy!! Look, the human mind sometimes snaps, and even though it isn’t ok, it still can’t be looked at without any form of compassion. The broad who is the mom to Caylee probably killed her kid. I think she is an awful human being. I also think she is sick in the head. I think she has some kind of defect that has detached her from her own offspring. She is one of the people that should never of had a kid, and never felt a bond with that kid. It is sad, and honestly I can’t read to much on that story because when I see the picture of that little girl, all I can see is Bobby and Dax staring back at me. No, I don’t want to be friends with her mother. I think she is bad, I think she is evil, I think she is a monster. But I wonder if she even understands what she did. I don’t know, I don’t have the inside information that someone close to her might have, and truly, it isn’t fair of me to judge her without that. I know, hypocritical of me since I judge just about everyone. But like I said, I somehow have internally become the sympathy for the monsters. I have the compassion for folks that won’t get any from anyone. I wish I understood it better. Maybe it is just because I often feel at odds with the opinions of so many people that it is my way of siding against them by siding with the very people they hate. If I agree with the people that the murder is all bad, then I am just like those people that think illegal immigrants are swell or that gay marriage is wrong. I know that this makes no sense. It is perfectly reasonable for me to thinks that a murderer is bad, and still not side with someone else who thinks the same thing, but may have differing political opinions than myself. I guess I am always looking for a fight. LOL! I just want to be able to look at both sides objectively. Too often, we as humans don’t do that. We don’t see the whole story, we only stay with one side and don’t hear each other out. It is a shame, really.
Can we say Gena going on a tangent?
Ok, now I am just feeling positively groovy. I wonder where that burst of energy came from. I have busted out Ichipod for some good tunes and I am going through my accounts, seeing if there is anything that can be applied before the end of the week. Yes, I know I am writing right now so this isn’t exactly doing this, so perhaps I need to go back to that?
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Is today over?
3-24-09
Super long weekend, but busy busy!
Saturday we had a guest. Sabrina! She came over around 9 to spend the day with us. Stephanie was working on the new house, and it was not a problem to have her play at Brenan Park while this was going on. She was lots of fun. I was super nervous. I mean, sure, I may have kids now, but I have never babysat! It is one thing to watch your own kids, but to have someone trust you with their kids, man, that is a lot! I wanted to make sure nothing bad happened and that she had a good time.
My boys were super entertaining for her, which is fun. They are both such hams. We played outside pretty much the whole day. Luckily the rain didn’t come till night and the following morning. I was a little worried we would be stuck inside. My kids don’t mind, but I would have felt rotten for Sabrina.
They ran, they climbed, they bounced. It was all good. She did slip once and smacked her cheek on the slide, which I felt horrible about. She bounced back pretty quick, though, and she didn’t seem to find me offensive after that, so I guess that is good. I still feel bad.
No one napped. Clearly it was too much excitement. We took a walk around the block using Ken’s homemade rope set that we were trying to mimic Maria’s. It was pretty funny. It was like a test run for 3 kids. I had a loaner! LOL! Although, it was more like having a kid and twins, since Sabrina and Dax are the same age. If I had a baby now, totally different!
Dax kept calling Sabrina Miss Breena, which was crazy cute. I watched them have this full on conversation which was funny. Dax also was in rare form with his charm. He did also resort to frat boy techniques to get her attention, which included burping, and at one point, he says all proud, “Miss Breena, look at my butt!” He was so proud. What was even funnier, was when Sabrina walked around him, looked at his butt, said, “Yes!” and laughed. Then they both started giggling. LOL!
Ken and I watched a couple of movies over the weekend. I think we may be caught up on the Judd Apatow comedies for a while. We caught Pineapple Express and Forgetting Sarah Marshall. The second was much funnier than I expected, and much better than Pineapple. Both were good.
We did a major Costco run and grocery shopping at Ralphs, so we are in one of those rare times where our house has almost too much food! It was good, though. Costco was awesome since both kids had fun. Bobby has truly embraced the samples. He tried everything. Apparently he will eat anything that comes with a toothpick or is in a little paper cup. Dax also tried a few things, which was cool. We now are thinking of serving all new foods as samples.
One of the funniest, yet kind of disappointing things about Costco this time was that we found the movie Bolt. I had wanted to see it, and I figured the kids would enjoy it. So we picked it up from the display and at the register, it didn’t ring up as for sale. Turned out, they put it out 3 days early. Big problem!! Disney is the type to sue the pants off you had you let even one of those out of the store. They didn’t sell it to us (hence the disappointment) but it was really funny since you don’t think of that happening anymore.
We opted to let the boys be out of the baby jails for bowling on Sunday. They did quite well. There are some rules that will need to be enforced and set up, but over all, I think they are fine. They are both just so full of energy at any given minute, so it is hard for them to sit still for that long. Hopefully the novelty of freedom will wear off and it won’t be as rambunctious.
Yesterday, Bobby has his annual appt with the doc. The nurse who took us back had not worked with kids much, and even had Bobby do a vision test, which was interesting. Bobby knows his letters, but for some strange woman to be asking him to recite letters that are on a board at a distance is a little daunting for even a super social kid like Bobby. She even looked to do a blood pressure test, but then came back after being told they don’t really do that routine for 4 year olds. She was nice, so it was fine.
The doc was pleased with Bobby. He impressed her with everything. He even did well on a test that showed he was good at copying a drawing which was closer to him being 5! Who knew??? He does have some speech issues with his “th” sounds, but we will be working on it now. Also, the issue with his peeing will be looked at. Ken had noted that he pees at an angle because there seems to be obstruction. The obstruction is probably just a small piece of skin there that makes aim harder. I don’t see the problem as much as Ken, since well, let’s face it, I don’t have the same equipment so it is hard to tell the problem. I take Bobby to pee a lot, and he does really well, so I wonder if really anything needs to be done at all. Ken, however, seems to think it is a quality of life thing. So we have a referral to the urologist and we can get another opinion to see what can or should be done.
Poor kid had 4 shots! 1 was the TB test, which is awful. Then he had 3 more. We had him cover his face with his blanket and I held his hand. He did really quite well considering. Poor kid, though, it was awful. Bobby is strong, too, and I can tell you, Dax is stronger, and I don’t look forward to this set with him. The good news? Well, Bobby doesn’t need anything until he is 6. He is ready for all schools and is good to go. It just means one less thing I have to deal with for preschool and kindergarten.
After the doc, we headed to the Museum of Natural History, which was fun. I was a little bummed to discover that the dinosaur hall was closed and will be until 2011. Luckily, there are enough other things that Bobby enjoyed. The animal halls were well received and he had a lot of fun. We got a membership, which gives us access to the tar pits and some other western museum. I don’t remember this museum charging in the first place, but I want to take Dax back, so it actually pays to get the membership since it gives us a year of visits. They have this dinosaur encounter puppet thing that looks cool, so I would like to let the boys check that out. It looks like it may be freaky for them, but I think they would like it at the same time. So we will see. If it spooks them too much, we walk away. Seems reasonable.
After the long morning, we went back home. Ken had a class, so Bobby and I vegged out and watched Pinocchio and Land Before Time. I didn’t want Bobby going outside since his body was pretty tired from shots and exhaustion. It was also kind of cold out, so we didn’t head out. The boys were wild and about 15 minutes before jammie time, they went outside. I didn’t let them. Dax had asked where Lycos was, so I told the boys they could go let her in. So they happily ran to the back door to let her in. Instead, they let themselves out. I got up and saw them running wild in the yard, clearly saying “We’re free!” Sigh. I called them back in, and it was instant bedtime. They took it better than I thought they would. Bobby told me he was sad, though, and I had a heart to heart with him. He seemed happy about that, and all was well. He passed out pretty quick, which isn’t too surprising. It was a long day!
I have a busy week ahead of me. I have a dentist appt this afternoon, which Dax is going to with me. I am hoping he can be good for those 30 minutes! It is good for him to go, though, since he will be there for his own teeth soon enough. Tomorrow, I need to take Bobby back to the doc to check on his TB test. Thursday evening, I am heading out to visit with Conner. I have not seen him in ages, and he invited me to come out and see his place and “the attic” which he has converted into this clothing warehouse type place for the friends he has to pretty much donate the clothing they don’t wear anymore, and you can then perhaps take ones there you like. Kind of like a giant clothing store. Awesome! I can’t stay too late, as I do need to get up at the crack of dawn, but if I get there by 6:30, I think I can mange to hang out for a couple hours without being completely useless on Friday.
I think this weekend is free, so this is good. I am sure something will come up, as if often does, but I am glad that as of right now, I know I can sleep in on Saturday!
This last Saturday was awesome for sleeping. The boys stayed in their rooms until 7! I didn’t even hear them! Dax came clomping into our room at 7. He had put on his rain boots, and was so proud. He stood at the foot of the bed, all quiet. So I smiled and waved at him, which made him smile and wave. He was so quiet! It was funny. I got up and the morning was good.
Yesterday morning, Bobby came into the room and crawled onto the bed. I told him to come and get under the covers with me since it was so cold. He was so happy all snuggled up with me. It was awesome!
Ok, am I getting a cold? Am I suffering from allergies? I wish I knew. I am all sniffly. I keep sneezing. Not fun on any level. I am spent! I feel fine other than that, which makes me think it is the allergies thing, but I have never really had those problems in the past, so it is odd. Then again, the windy dry crazy weather with the touch of rain may be part of that. It sucks. I just took some of the first aid kit nasal decongestant tablets to see if that helps. Our first aid kit is more like a medicine cabinet of samples. It is very odd. You think of a company first aid kit as just band aids and things for if your arm falls of or something. Not every kind of pain med, tums, etc. It is very odd. But it is open in the kitchen for all of us, so I often help myself. I am not the only one. I am shocked they haven’t stopped that service.
Apparently we may hit our cash goal! Who knew? I figured we were hurting, but the big customers have been doing well. This is good!
I need to figure out something fun to bring Dax so he isn’t bored today. I will bring him some books and perhaps some new toys? I don’t know what I have that will be that exciting. Coloring books? Possible. Luckily I think with my appt being at 4, I am probably one of the last appts so it won’t be a big deal if it takes some time.
Turkey Jerky from Costco is not as good as Jack Links jerky.
Super long weekend, but busy busy!
Saturday we had a guest. Sabrina! She came over around 9 to spend the day with us. Stephanie was working on the new house, and it was not a problem to have her play at Brenan Park while this was going on. She was lots of fun. I was super nervous. I mean, sure, I may have kids now, but I have never babysat! It is one thing to watch your own kids, but to have someone trust you with their kids, man, that is a lot! I wanted to make sure nothing bad happened and that she had a good time.
My boys were super entertaining for her, which is fun. They are both such hams. We played outside pretty much the whole day. Luckily the rain didn’t come till night and the following morning. I was a little worried we would be stuck inside. My kids don’t mind, but I would have felt rotten for Sabrina.
They ran, they climbed, they bounced. It was all good. She did slip once and smacked her cheek on the slide, which I felt horrible about. She bounced back pretty quick, though, and she didn’t seem to find me offensive after that, so I guess that is good. I still feel bad.
No one napped. Clearly it was too much excitement. We took a walk around the block using Ken’s homemade rope set that we were trying to mimic Maria’s. It was pretty funny. It was like a test run for 3 kids. I had a loaner! LOL! Although, it was more like having a kid and twins, since Sabrina and Dax are the same age. If I had a baby now, totally different!
Dax kept calling Sabrina Miss Breena, which was crazy cute. I watched them have this full on conversation which was funny. Dax also was in rare form with his charm. He did also resort to frat boy techniques to get her attention, which included burping, and at one point, he says all proud, “Miss Breena, look at my butt!” He was so proud. What was even funnier, was when Sabrina walked around him, looked at his butt, said, “Yes!” and laughed. Then they both started giggling. LOL!
Ken and I watched a couple of movies over the weekend. I think we may be caught up on the Judd Apatow comedies for a while. We caught Pineapple Express and Forgetting Sarah Marshall. The second was much funnier than I expected, and much better than Pineapple. Both were good.
We did a major Costco run and grocery shopping at Ralphs, so we are in one of those rare times where our house has almost too much food! It was good, though. Costco was awesome since both kids had fun. Bobby has truly embraced the samples. He tried everything. Apparently he will eat anything that comes with a toothpick or is in a little paper cup. Dax also tried a few things, which was cool. We now are thinking of serving all new foods as samples.
One of the funniest, yet kind of disappointing things about Costco this time was that we found the movie Bolt. I had wanted to see it, and I figured the kids would enjoy it. So we picked it up from the display and at the register, it didn’t ring up as for sale. Turned out, they put it out 3 days early. Big problem!! Disney is the type to sue the pants off you had you let even one of those out of the store. They didn’t sell it to us (hence the disappointment) but it was really funny since you don’t think of that happening anymore.
We opted to let the boys be out of the baby jails for bowling on Sunday. They did quite well. There are some rules that will need to be enforced and set up, but over all, I think they are fine. They are both just so full of energy at any given minute, so it is hard for them to sit still for that long. Hopefully the novelty of freedom will wear off and it won’t be as rambunctious.
Yesterday, Bobby has his annual appt with the doc. The nurse who took us back had not worked with kids much, and even had Bobby do a vision test, which was interesting. Bobby knows his letters, but for some strange woman to be asking him to recite letters that are on a board at a distance is a little daunting for even a super social kid like Bobby. She even looked to do a blood pressure test, but then came back after being told they don’t really do that routine for 4 year olds. She was nice, so it was fine.
The doc was pleased with Bobby. He impressed her with everything. He even did well on a test that showed he was good at copying a drawing which was closer to him being 5! Who knew??? He does have some speech issues with his “th” sounds, but we will be working on it now. Also, the issue with his peeing will be looked at. Ken had noted that he pees at an angle because there seems to be obstruction. The obstruction is probably just a small piece of skin there that makes aim harder. I don’t see the problem as much as Ken, since well, let’s face it, I don’t have the same equipment so it is hard to tell the problem. I take Bobby to pee a lot, and he does really well, so I wonder if really anything needs to be done at all. Ken, however, seems to think it is a quality of life thing. So we have a referral to the urologist and we can get another opinion to see what can or should be done.
Poor kid had 4 shots! 1 was the TB test, which is awful. Then he had 3 more. We had him cover his face with his blanket and I held his hand. He did really quite well considering. Poor kid, though, it was awful. Bobby is strong, too, and I can tell you, Dax is stronger, and I don’t look forward to this set with him. The good news? Well, Bobby doesn’t need anything until he is 6. He is ready for all schools and is good to go. It just means one less thing I have to deal with for preschool and kindergarten.
After the doc, we headed to the Museum of Natural History, which was fun. I was a little bummed to discover that the dinosaur hall was closed and will be until 2011. Luckily, there are enough other things that Bobby enjoyed. The animal halls were well received and he had a lot of fun. We got a membership, which gives us access to the tar pits and some other western museum. I don’t remember this museum charging in the first place, but I want to take Dax back, so it actually pays to get the membership since it gives us a year of visits. They have this dinosaur encounter puppet thing that looks cool, so I would like to let the boys check that out. It looks like it may be freaky for them, but I think they would like it at the same time. So we will see. If it spooks them too much, we walk away. Seems reasonable.
After the long morning, we went back home. Ken had a class, so Bobby and I vegged out and watched Pinocchio and Land Before Time. I didn’t want Bobby going outside since his body was pretty tired from shots and exhaustion. It was also kind of cold out, so we didn’t head out. The boys were wild and about 15 minutes before jammie time, they went outside. I didn’t let them. Dax had asked where Lycos was, so I told the boys they could go let her in. So they happily ran to the back door to let her in. Instead, they let themselves out. I got up and saw them running wild in the yard, clearly saying “We’re free!” Sigh. I called them back in, and it was instant bedtime. They took it better than I thought they would. Bobby told me he was sad, though, and I had a heart to heart with him. He seemed happy about that, and all was well. He passed out pretty quick, which isn’t too surprising. It was a long day!
I have a busy week ahead of me. I have a dentist appt this afternoon, which Dax is going to with me. I am hoping he can be good for those 30 minutes! It is good for him to go, though, since he will be there for his own teeth soon enough. Tomorrow, I need to take Bobby back to the doc to check on his TB test. Thursday evening, I am heading out to visit with Conner. I have not seen him in ages, and he invited me to come out and see his place and “the attic” which he has converted into this clothing warehouse type place for the friends he has to pretty much donate the clothing they don’t wear anymore, and you can then perhaps take ones there you like. Kind of like a giant clothing store. Awesome! I can’t stay too late, as I do need to get up at the crack of dawn, but if I get there by 6:30, I think I can mange to hang out for a couple hours without being completely useless on Friday.
I think this weekend is free, so this is good. I am sure something will come up, as if often does, but I am glad that as of right now, I know I can sleep in on Saturday!
This last Saturday was awesome for sleeping. The boys stayed in their rooms until 7! I didn’t even hear them! Dax came clomping into our room at 7. He had put on his rain boots, and was so proud. He stood at the foot of the bed, all quiet. So I smiled and waved at him, which made him smile and wave. He was so quiet! It was funny. I got up and the morning was good.
Yesterday morning, Bobby came into the room and crawled onto the bed. I told him to come and get under the covers with me since it was so cold. He was so happy all snuggled up with me. It was awesome!
Ok, am I getting a cold? Am I suffering from allergies? I wish I knew. I am all sniffly. I keep sneezing. Not fun on any level. I am spent! I feel fine other than that, which makes me think it is the allergies thing, but I have never really had those problems in the past, so it is odd. Then again, the windy dry crazy weather with the touch of rain may be part of that. It sucks. I just took some of the first aid kit nasal decongestant tablets to see if that helps. Our first aid kit is more like a medicine cabinet of samples. It is very odd. You think of a company first aid kit as just band aids and things for if your arm falls of or something. Not every kind of pain med, tums, etc. It is very odd. But it is open in the kitchen for all of us, so I often help myself. I am not the only one. I am shocked they haven’t stopped that service.
Apparently we may hit our cash goal! Who knew? I figured we were hurting, but the big customers have been doing well. This is good!
I need to figure out something fun to bring Dax so he isn’t bored today. I will bring him some books and perhaps some new toys? I don’t know what I have that will be that exciting. Coloring books? Possible. Luckily I think with my appt being at 4, I am probably one of the last appts so it won’t be a big deal if it takes some time.
Turkey Jerky from Costco is not as good as Jack Links jerky.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Yay Friday!
3-20-09
I was in a weird place last night. Ok, it was my head, and it pretty much goes without saying that it is a weird place. But last night, it was odder than normal. There was one dream in which somebody (I can’t remember exactly) had this funky tv on their belly (yes, picture telletubbies) that was able to play their memories, and if you touched them, you could put your own memories on their tv. Very pensieve like, which rocked. I also was 18 or so at one point and dating the rocker guy from American Idol. However, in the dream, I apparently wasn’t happy, and I met the other guy I like from the show (danny?) and the rocker guy told me I should go to him, and I did, and it was like this total John Hughes type movie ending. It was funny.
Later, I had dreams in which Jenni, Stephanie, Dani and I were out of town somewhere for the wedding of some chick that I guess I knew (don’t know her at all) and she was all upset that the only people at her wedding were people she didn’t know there, and we did a makeover for her (also very 80’s movie like) and she was all happy. Then Jenni and I had to drive somewhere to get something, and we got pulled over. At first I thought it was because I had no seatbelt on (which in itself is odd if you know me and seatbelts) but in fact, we got pulled over because they said Jenni’s Jeep (her old one) had too many miles on it? So then we had to go buy a new car for her. It was odd, very odd.
On the up side, my boss is out today. This means that I have a 4 day weekend essentially from dealing with him. I am out Monday, you see. So this means my day here is pretty easy. The only problem, well, let’s just say my tummy is super icky, and it isn’t fun being here. I am tempted to head home, but then I waste the boss free day. However, if I stay and feel like this all day, I don’t want to have to be running to the bathroom every 10 minutes. We will see how the morning goes. I have only been here just shy of an hour. So it may get better. I guess I will play it by ear.
We started watching Pinocchio last night. Bobby was interested until we said that if he wanted to watch the rest of it, he would have to forgo game and story. It wasn’t uber creepy, but I enjoyed the statistics on IMDB that pointed out all of the illegal thins in it, such as something like 20 assaults and things like that. Pretty entertaining. I am sure we will watch the whole movie tonight since we can start it earlier. I just need to see if they like it enough to make a copy or to purchase it. Dax didn’t care after about 15 minutes. Not shocking since that is about his attention span.
The only problem with us settling in to watch the movie is I forgot to check Dax for pee. I had him in his underwear. He comes up to me, all sad and says, “Look mommy, look my pants, look my shoes.” I didn’t see anything, and he insisted, and I realized he had peed. So I asked him if he had peed, and he drops his little head and says, “yes, I did”. Poor kid. But I figure this is a good lesson since he didn’t like being peed on, so maybe he will learn to tell me quicker. He is peeing on the toilet really well. He even goes at my folks without the little insert which is awesome. It means that we are well on our way to being diaper free! YAY! This weekend I think I will just suck it up and let him be in the underwear all day (except for nap). I have to do laundry anyway, so it makes sense.
It is going to be so nice to sleep in tomorrow. Not that it will happen. It will be that morning in which the boys get up at 3 or something. My understanding is Dax tends to get up at like 5. Of course, this seems to happen when he hears my car start in the morning. So perhaps because my car won’t be starting I will be in the clear until at least 5:30. Sad when I am excited to get to sleep till only 5:30.
It is supposed to rain on Sunday, which is exciting. I may need to crock pot some chicken all day so I can make my chicken noodle soup. My house will smell so warm and yummy.
Ok, in my Wiki reading this morning, I have just discovered that they plan on releasing a 3D version of Beauty and the Beast. That could be interesting. It will be IMAX, so how bad can it be, right? It will be on Blue Ray in Oct 2010, probably with the 3D version as well. Awesome!
Oh! And I have decided, my children need to be on Ellen. I have decided to start watching Ellen’s show (she is so funny!) and I see that she frequently has kids on her show. Sure, they all have a talent, but my kids must be able to do something, right? So I now need to find something adorable and wonderful that I can exploit so that they can be on Ellen. I just want the world to see them. Plus, I want to meet Ellen. Not too ambitious, right?
Last night, as I was tucking Bobby into bed, asking him about his day at Maria’s he informed me of how he had been bad and had not listened to Maria. This resulted in a time out. He then tells me very seriously, “Mommy, time out sucks!” Yes, my dear, yes it does in fact suck. LOL
Both the children were in fab moods when I picked them up, and all night, really. Such a nice change from the previous hell night.
With Bobby having his own backpack, it is kind of cool that both boys now take their own backpack of stuff to daycare. I like this much better. It means that also if Bobby goes with Ken, he has his own stuff in a bag. The two of them keep insisting on taking several things with them when they go anywhere, and a backpack will keep it all together instead of Maria and myself trying to round it all up when I pick them up. Plus, they will need a backpack soon enough with school fast approaching.
Ok, so not only is the boss out, another co worker is out, and another just emailed everyone saying she will be gone for a few hours. Dude, noon is totally seeming reasonable. Let’s see, Ken took Bobby to class, then he realized he can’t take him to the last class, so I need to come get him??? Hmm…..we will see.
I am now hating my hair. It is driving me batty. Sure, its long, it looks fine, but it drives me stupid.
New, but already mostly existing plans for tomorrow. LOL! Sabrina is coming to hang with us for a few hours so her mommy and daddy can work on her new house. I haven’t done a lot of baby sitting (ok, none), but I think I will manage now that I have kids of my own. LOL! Plus, I think we have a pretty good set up for kids to have a blast and not get hurt. So this is all good. I have to admit, the biggest thing that will throw me off is that she is a girl! I know, how stupid is that, right? But think about it, I have only been dealing with crazy and wild boys. Their plumbing is different, and clearly so are their brains. But I think we will mange just fine. LOL!
Actually, it is going to be interesting watching 3 kids. Ok, yes I did it before with Liam, but this will be on my own turf. It means I can see if I can handle 3 kids. Of course, Sabrina is easy, so really I don’t know how accurate that will be. LOL! I am going to bust out some arts and crafts stuff we got from the Braskins. I think that will be good. I will also probably try for nap time for everyone at the same time, which sounds like noon thirty, which works. Hopefully she will sleep just fine in one of their rooms. I think it will be good. Dax crashes, and Bobby knows how to be quiet when Dax is sleeping, so she will probably sleep in his room. Especially good since she loves her some Bobby. I am supposed to talk to Stephanie later today to work out the details on when she can drop her off. I figure she can drop her off whenever, and pick up should probably target no later than 5. That is the time in which my kids get more crazy, and it is a lot more effort to control one of them, let alone 2 and a guest.
I suppose I should straighten the house up tonight!
And really, not that the house is bad, but it might be good to go home at noon to just get a head start. We will see. When I talk to Ken, I will check with him on his schedule.
AAArrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!! I have Moon River stuck in my head. Not a good song, and one of the main reasons I did not enjoy Breakfast at Tiffany’s. How it got there, I don’t know, but it needs to leave.
I think that is a good sign. I just saw my coworker who had his 15 month old son here. I swear, kid always cries when I am around (this was always my experience with kids until my own). Any hoo, his cries didn’t put me into a spiral of wanting a new kid or even spontaneously lactating or anything. Could be that the kid was crying and not happy, but either way, it used to happen with both! Perhaps Ezra is not meant to be!
I was in a weird place last night. Ok, it was my head, and it pretty much goes without saying that it is a weird place. But last night, it was odder than normal. There was one dream in which somebody (I can’t remember exactly) had this funky tv on their belly (yes, picture telletubbies) that was able to play their memories, and if you touched them, you could put your own memories on their tv. Very pensieve like, which rocked. I also was 18 or so at one point and dating the rocker guy from American Idol. However, in the dream, I apparently wasn’t happy, and I met the other guy I like from the show (danny?) and the rocker guy told me I should go to him, and I did, and it was like this total John Hughes type movie ending. It was funny.
Later, I had dreams in which Jenni, Stephanie, Dani and I were out of town somewhere for the wedding of some chick that I guess I knew (don’t know her at all) and she was all upset that the only people at her wedding were people she didn’t know there, and we did a makeover for her (also very 80’s movie like) and she was all happy. Then Jenni and I had to drive somewhere to get something, and we got pulled over. At first I thought it was because I had no seatbelt on (which in itself is odd if you know me and seatbelts) but in fact, we got pulled over because they said Jenni’s Jeep (her old one) had too many miles on it? So then we had to go buy a new car for her. It was odd, very odd.
On the up side, my boss is out today. This means that I have a 4 day weekend essentially from dealing with him. I am out Monday, you see. So this means my day here is pretty easy. The only problem, well, let’s just say my tummy is super icky, and it isn’t fun being here. I am tempted to head home, but then I waste the boss free day. However, if I stay and feel like this all day, I don’t want to have to be running to the bathroom every 10 minutes. We will see how the morning goes. I have only been here just shy of an hour. So it may get better. I guess I will play it by ear.
We started watching Pinocchio last night. Bobby was interested until we said that if he wanted to watch the rest of it, he would have to forgo game and story. It wasn’t uber creepy, but I enjoyed the statistics on IMDB that pointed out all of the illegal thins in it, such as something like 20 assaults and things like that. Pretty entertaining. I am sure we will watch the whole movie tonight since we can start it earlier. I just need to see if they like it enough to make a copy or to purchase it. Dax didn’t care after about 15 minutes. Not shocking since that is about his attention span.
The only problem with us settling in to watch the movie is I forgot to check Dax for pee. I had him in his underwear. He comes up to me, all sad and says, “Look mommy, look my pants, look my shoes.” I didn’t see anything, and he insisted, and I realized he had peed. So I asked him if he had peed, and he drops his little head and says, “yes, I did”. Poor kid. But I figure this is a good lesson since he didn’t like being peed on, so maybe he will learn to tell me quicker. He is peeing on the toilet really well. He even goes at my folks without the little insert which is awesome. It means that we are well on our way to being diaper free! YAY! This weekend I think I will just suck it up and let him be in the underwear all day (except for nap). I have to do laundry anyway, so it makes sense.
It is going to be so nice to sleep in tomorrow. Not that it will happen. It will be that morning in which the boys get up at 3 or something. My understanding is Dax tends to get up at like 5. Of course, this seems to happen when he hears my car start in the morning. So perhaps because my car won’t be starting I will be in the clear until at least 5:30. Sad when I am excited to get to sleep till only 5:30.
It is supposed to rain on Sunday, which is exciting. I may need to crock pot some chicken all day so I can make my chicken noodle soup. My house will smell so warm and yummy.
Ok, in my Wiki reading this morning, I have just discovered that they plan on releasing a 3D version of Beauty and the Beast. That could be interesting. It will be IMAX, so how bad can it be, right? It will be on Blue Ray in Oct 2010, probably with the 3D version as well. Awesome!
Oh! And I have decided, my children need to be on Ellen. I have decided to start watching Ellen’s show (she is so funny!) and I see that she frequently has kids on her show. Sure, they all have a talent, but my kids must be able to do something, right? So I now need to find something adorable and wonderful that I can exploit so that they can be on Ellen. I just want the world to see them. Plus, I want to meet Ellen. Not too ambitious, right?
Last night, as I was tucking Bobby into bed, asking him about his day at Maria’s he informed me of how he had been bad and had not listened to Maria. This resulted in a time out. He then tells me very seriously, “Mommy, time out sucks!” Yes, my dear, yes it does in fact suck. LOL
Both the children were in fab moods when I picked them up, and all night, really. Such a nice change from the previous hell night.
With Bobby having his own backpack, it is kind of cool that both boys now take their own backpack of stuff to daycare. I like this much better. It means that also if Bobby goes with Ken, he has his own stuff in a bag. The two of them keep insisting on taking several things with them when they go anywhere, and a backpack will keep it all together instead of Maria and myself trying to round it all up when I pick them up. Plus, they will need a backpack soon enough with school fast approaching.
Ok, so not only is the boss out, another co worker is out, and another just emailed everyone saying she will be gone for a few hours. Dude, noon is totally seeming reasonable. Let’s see, Ken took Bobby to class, then he realized he can’t take him to the last class, so I need to come get him??? Hmm…..we will see.
I am now hating my hair. It is driving me batty. Sure, its long, it looks fine, but it drives me stupid.
New, but already mostly existing plans for tomorrow. LOL! Sabrina is coming to hang with us for a few hours so her mommy and daddy can work on her new house. I haven’t done a lot of baby sitting (ok, none), but I think I will manage now that I have kids of my own. LOL! Plus, I think we have a pretty good set up for kids to have a blast and not get hurt. So this is all good. I have to admit, the biggest thing that will throw me off is that she is a girl! I know, how stupid is that, right? But think about it, I have only been dealing with crazy and wild boys. Their plumbing is different, and clearly so are their brains. But I think we will mange just fine. LOL!
Actually, it is going to be interesting watching 3 kids. Ok, yes I did it before with Liam, but this will be on my own turf. It means I can see if I can handle 3 kids. Of course, Sabrina is easy, so really I don’t know how accurate that will be. LOL! I am going to bust out some arts and crafts stuff we got from the Braskins. I think that will be good. I will also probably try for nap time for everyone at the same time, which sounds like noon thirty, which works. Hopefully she will sleep just fine in one of their rooms. I think it will be good. Dax crashes, and Bobby knows how to be quiet when Dax is sleeping, so she will probably sleep in his room. Especially good since she loves her some Bobby. I am supposed to talk to Stephanie later today to work out the details on when she can drop her off. I figure she can drop her off whenever, and pick up should probably target no later than 5. That is the time in which my kids get more crazy, and it is a lot more effort to control one of them, let alone 2 and a guest.
I suppose I should straighten the house up tonight!
And really, not that the house is bad, but it might be good to go home at noon to just get a head start. We will see. When I talk to Ken, I will check with him on his schedule.
AAArrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!! I have Moon River stuck in my head. Not a good song, and one of the main reasons I did not enjoy Breakfast at Tiffany’s. How it got there, I don’t know, but it needs to leave.
I think that is a good sign. I just saw my coworker who had his 15 month old son here. I swear, kid always cries when I am around (this was always my experience with kids until my own). Any hoo, his cries didn’t put me into a spiral of wanting a new kid or even spontaneously lactating or anything. Could be that the kid was crying and not happy, but either way, it used to happen with both! Perhaps Ezra is not meant to be!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
2 epiphanies and just random
3-19-09
Not that I am in the market for another kid, but for some reason the epiphany name came to me yesterday for that little girl I would love to have. Ezra Jayde. Just in case any one was interested in what I call my imaginary kids.
I needed to start with random since my afternoon yesterday was pure hell. The boys were out of sorts all afternoon. Dax in the first half, Bobby in the second half. Dax would burst into tears just because and just wasn’t listening to me. Finally, after I sat and talked with him, he seemed better the rest of the evening, with the occasional normal issues. Bobby on the other hand, seemed to melt around bed time when he refused to get in jammies, claiming he didn’t know how to take off his clothes. It was crazy. Luckily, both seemed to pass out ok for sleep, so I finally was able to relax for a minute.
Then the stupid alarm went off this morning, which sucked since I was comfy for the first time in about a week. On the plus side, though, I must have been comfy much of the night since I feel pretty rested this morning. So this is a good thing. I actually feel pretty chipper. How long before that goes away?
Apparently I am going to my folk’s tonight. My mom called me last night to see if we could come tonight instead of tomorrow. I assume they have plans, so this was fine with me. It means tomorrow I don’t have to do anything.
Thanks to Parents Magazine, I have a new bug up my butt on organizing. There was a whole thing on cleaning the playroom, which is really the two bedrooms. Toy bins are bad. I agree. They showed these shelving units that are more like buckets on shoe racks. You put cars in one, Lego in another, etc. That way everything has its place. It means getting rid of even more crap in their rooms. I am ok with this.
I also built their Lego table yesterday. It is a table with the top that is a Lego board on one side, and smooth on the other (you can flip it really easy). It will be perfect for Bobby’s games, and I would like to keep it in his room. I have it in the living room right now, which is fine, but eventually I don’t want it there. So I need to clean up toys so there is room.
I also am cleaning off the bookshelf over the next couple days. There are books on there that we haven’t touched in years, so I am boxing them up. I think I can probably reduce it to just one shelf. I think that will make it less cluttered.
The entry way also tends to store things like the pack n plays, which hopefully if Sunday seems to go well, we can actually put those away. Yup, I am planning on letting them roam free at the bowling alley. I will give them areas that they can stay in, and really, no one seems to mind when they wander about. As long as they stay calm, we are fine. They mostly like to sit by the tables, so it works out just fine. 2 less bulky items! YAY!
Heck, if I clean off those shelves, perhaps we can fix the tiles in the entry way this weekend and actually finish a project. I have a feeling I will be in uber cleaning mode this weekend. Since the boys can play outside on their own, I can actually get stuff done, so this is nice.
My tongue is too big.
The office seems to be noisy today. I wonder what that is about. Not a bad thing, just different, especially since it has been so quiet the last week. Perhaps there was tension that needed to be released.
Do you ever get that random feeling of, oh my goodness, I am a grownup and I know what I am talking about? Ok, let me see if I can explain. I just spoke to my boss on the phone about an account. It was a reasonable exchange of ideas and information about the problem at hand. I hung up and I didn’t have this amusement that I had just BSed my way through it. I actually knew what I was talking about and I was, for lack of a better word, knowledgeable. Not saying I think I am an idiot by any means, I am just sometimes brought aware of the fact that I am not a kid anymore. I think when I do things like write my blog or read my stupid entertainment magazines that I am still just a 17 year old trapped in the body of a 33 year old. But in fact, I am a valid adult with reasonable arguments and through processes flowing through my mind. I know, this is silly and most people would laugh at me, but it is this self awareness that I am fond of because it allows me to see what I have become. Tell me you don’t sometimes sit in your house and go, omg, I own this. Or even, I don’t live with my parents. I make my own decisions. If my house is dirty, this is my problem, not someone else’s. Ok, perhaps I am the only one doing this. But it is like an epiphany that you have of being grown up. I get the same thing with the boys. Shoot, I created life! How freaky is that? Not just a cat I raised, an actual life form that because of me (and Ken had a hand in it too) it exists. Heck, I can even say I am the bulk of why it exists since I am the one growing it. Isn’t that freaky? Or is it just me? Ok, I am done feeling all grownup now that I wrote all of that. I sound like some character in a Judy Blume novel.
My Wiki reading was odd this morning. I did some follow reading on Manson, then moved to 50 Cent and then Kanye West. I then backtracked and read on Terry Melcher, then his mother Doris Day, then Candice Bergen, moving on to David Letterman and finishing it up with Jay Leno. It would be an interesting class to teach. Just start a class with one person, then learn about links from each of them and then keep doing the six degrees type thing. I would be curious to hand each student a name, and see where they get in an hour of Wiki reading. What names sparked their interest. Perhaps not just a name but a place or event would make them go there next. Of course, I am now without my reading since I read it all already. I was all excited to have that much for the day. I had been planning on doing more actual historical wiki reading, but nothing sounded particularly interesting this morning. All of the ones above were started with a news story or mention on K&B, and then I wiki walked forward. I am considering Rock Hudson, thank you Doris. So off I go.
It is disturbing when you read things like Liberace was playing piano at age 4, only because then I wonder if I should get my 4 year old moving. Seriously, Bobby, you are such a slacker. LOL!
Not that I am in the market for another kid, but for some reason the epiphany name came to me yesterday for that little girl I would love to have. Ezra Jayde. Just in case any one was interested in what I call my imaginary kids.
I needed to start with random since my afternoon yesterday was pure hell. The boys were out of sorts all afternoon. Dax in the first half, Bobby in the second half. Dax would burst into tears just because and just wasn’t listening to me. Finally, after I sat and talked with him, he seemed better the rest of the evening, with the occasional normal issues. Bobby on the other hand, seemed to melt around bed time when he refused to get in jammies, claiming he didn’t know how to take off his clothes. It was crazy. Luckily, both seemed to pass out ok for sleep, so I finally was able to relax for a minute.
Then the stupid alarm went off this morning, which sucked since I was comfy for the first time in about a week. On the plus side, though, I must have been comfy much of the night since I feel pretty rested this morning. So this is a good thing. I actually feel pretty chipper. How long before that goes away?
Apparently I am going to my folk’s tonight. My mom called me last night to see if we could come tonight instead of tomorrow. I assume they have plans, so this was fine with me. It means tomorrow I don’t have to do anything.
Thanks to Parents Magazine, I have a new bug up my butt on organizing. There was a whole thing on cleaning the playroom, which is really the two bedrooms. Toy bins are bad. I agree. They showed these shelving units that are more like buckets on shoe racks. You put cars in one, Lego in another, etc. That way everything has its place. It means getting rid of even more crap in their rooms. I am ok with this.
I also built their Lego table yesterday. It is a table with the top that is a Lego board on one side, and smooth on the other (you can flip it really easy). It will be perfect for Bobby’s games, and I would like to keep it in his room. I have it in the living room right now, which is fine, but eventually I don’t want it there. So I need to clean up toys so there is room.
I also am cleaning off the bookshelf over the next couple days. There are books on there that we haven’t touched in years, so I am boxing them up. I think I can probably reduce it to just one shelf. I think that will make it less cluttered.
The entry way also tends to store things like the pack n plays, which hopefully if Sunday seems to go well, we can actually put those away. Yup, I am planning on letting them roam free at the bowling alley. I will give them areas that they can stay in, and really, no one seems to mind when they wander about. As long as they stay calm, we are fine. They mostly like to sit by the tables, so it works out just fine. 2 less bulky items! YAY!
Heck, if I clean off those shelves, perhaps we can fix the tiles in the entry way this weekend and actually finish a project. I have a feeling I will be in uber cleaning mode this weekend. Since the boys can play outside on their own, I can actually get stuff done, so this is nice.
My tongue is too big.
The office seems to be noisy today. I wonder what that is about. Not a bad thing, just different, especially since it has been so quiet the last week. Perhaps there was tension that needed to be released.
Do you ever get that random feeling of, oh my goodness, I am a grownup and I know what I am talking about? Ok, let me see if I can explain. I just spoke to my boss on the phone about an account. It was a reasonable exchange of ideas and information about the problem at hand. I hung up and I didn’t have this amusement that I had just BSed my way through it. I actually knew what I was talking about and I was, for lack of a better word, knowledgeable. Not saying I think I am an idiot by any means, I am just sometimes brought aware of the fact that I am not a kid anymore. I think when I do things like write my blog or read my stupid entertainment magazines that I am still just a 17 year old trapped in the body of a 33 year old. But in fact, I am a valid adult with reasonable arguments and through processes flowing through my mind. I know, this is silly and most people would laugh at me, but it is this self awareness that I am fond of because it allows me to see what I have become. Tell me you don’t sometimes sit in your house and go, omg, I own this. Or even, I don’t live with my parents. I make my own decisions. If my house is dirty, this is my problem, not someone else’s. Ok, perhaps I am the only one doing this. But it is like an epiphany that you have of being grown up. I get the same thing with the boys. Shoot, I created life! How freaky is that? Not just a cat I raised, an actual life form that because of me (and Ken had a hand in it too) it exists. Heck, I can even say I am the bulk of why it exists since I am the one growing it. Isn’t that freaky? Or is it just me? Ok, I am done feeling all grownup now that I wrote all of that. I sound like some character in a Judy Blume novel.
My Wiki reading was odd this morning. I did some follow reading on Manson, then moved to 50 Cent and then Kanye West. I then backtracked and read on Terry Melcher, then his mother Doris Day, then Candice Bergen, moving on to David Letterman and finishing it up with Jay Leno. It would be an interesting class to teach. Just start a class with one person, then learn about links from each of them and then keep doing the six degrees type thing. I would be curious to hand each student a name, and see where they get in an hour of Wiki reading. What names sparked their interest. Perhaps not just a name but a place or event would make them go there next. Of course, I am now without my reading since I read it all already. I was all excited to have that much for the day. I had been planning on doing more actual historical wiki reading, but nothing sounded particularly interesting this morning. All of the ones above were started with a news story or mention on K&B, and then I wiki walked forward. I am considering Rock Hudson, thank you Doris. So off I go.
It is disturbing when you read things like Liberace was playing piano at age 4, only because then I wonder if I should get my 4 year old moving. Seriously, Bobby, you are such a slacker. LOL!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I wrote this today
3-18-09
I don’t always get choked up when a celebrity dies. Sure, I will sometimes be shocked, or sad. But the unconfirmed reports this morning concerning Natasha Richardson are so upsetting, I actually shed a few tears. She, by all accounts is just a lovely woman. She has been married to Liam Neeson since 1994, and have you ever seen a happier couple?
Her acting family have been favorites of mine. Her mom, the beautiful Vanessa Redgrave, and her sister Joley Richardson, have always been ones to watch. She comes from a legacy of directors, producers and actors. But even without them, she herself is a fantastic actress.
A skiing accident? Come on celebrities, stop getting on the skis! Just like we tell you to make sure to stay hydrated and to rest, lest you end up in the hospital for exhaustion and dehydration, you need to stay off of skis. Did Sonny Bono teach you nothing?
She was fine, which is what is scary. She joked about the injuries, and an hour later, she was being rushed to the hospital. The conflicting reports this morning that she is brain dead are so very upsetting. She is so young. She has two young kids. It just doesn’t seem fair for something so horrible to happen to someone so nice.
It is true, this sort of thing happens to people every day. Some person is going to go skiing today and is going to crash into a tree. They are going to die. Their family will miss them, and it will be a sad horrible day for them. There won’t be any reports in the NY Post about it. The TMZ crew won’t show pictures of their mom arriving at the hospital. It will go unnoticed by the masses, but it will mean everything to their loved ones. As cornball as this sounds, I now feel like I should have a moment of silence every day for those people. Just a simple thought of well wishes to their families and hope that the person who has died went peacefully. I suppose this sounds a bit like prayer. Hmm..interesting.
Ok, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I am tired. Crazy tired. I have been congested the last couple days, and Ken said it sounded like I was doing the apnea thing 2 nights ago. So last night, I took some Benedryl to help. It did help the congestion, that is for sure, but I still am unable to get comfortable lately. Plus, I think I am still groggy from the meds. I have never really had allergies in the past, so this is kind of new to me. I feel like I don’t have enough oxygen in my system. I feel run down and weak. It isn’t fun. I will probably take more Benedryl in a bit if only to get decongested. I would go home, but I would prefer to not waste time off. Especially since I am gone on Monday. But if I do feel bad enough, I will bail. We will see.
Seriously, I think I just fell asleep at my desk.
I think I like Julia Roberts, but I don’t like some of the things she says. She said in the EW last week that her biggest accomplishment was that she made a movie while having 3 kids under 3. F her on that. She acts like she is the only one who every worked while having kids, and really, even though I am sure her job isn’t easy, I bed raising the kids is easier when you have access to tons of folks who can help you. There are women who don’t even have a husband who work two jobs to raise their kids. It isn’t a huge accomplishment to do something people do every day. Then again, perhaps that is all she is capable of and she was just being realistic in her expectations of herself.
I need Vivarin. I am drinking some soda, hoping the caffeine kicks in. It may be making me feel worse, now that I think about it.
Ok, I didn’t watch the American Idol performances last night, and they are bagging on Adam, one of my favorites this morning. They finally just played the version of Ring of Fire he did, and am I bad, I actually liked the version. It doesn’t sound nearly as bad as they are making it out to be. I will get to see the clips tonight. My man Danny seems to still be doing well. It is always gratifying when I pick someone from the beginning and they do well. I picked him and Adam, actually, and they have them pegged as one and two at the end, which would make me all kinds of happy. Then it wouldn’t matter who won.
Tough it out, tough it out!
I have not decided if I am going to try to go to my folk’s tonight or not. I didn’t go last night since they were going to be gone. I may just wait until Friday.
Yesterday we just played outside in the afternoon. I was able to sit on my ass most of the time. Bobby fell at one point, scrapping up his hand. So I put a band aid on, per his request. Maybe 15 minutes later, he tells me his foot is all red. Turned out, he also scraped his toe, which had some blood. So I put a band aid on that and on his leg where there was more scratches. He was so happy to have all the band aids.
I am worried about Dax. He broke out in this crazy rash on his arm and has been scratching it constantly for about a week and a half. It looks like it was just a standard grass irritation, and it just keeps looking worse since he keeps scratching it. We put Neosporin on it to help it to heal. But it is hard to keep him in long sleeves when it is nice out. The kid sweats like crazy. I wonder if he is allergic to something.
Maybe if I just slam through my aging, it will wake me up enough to make it. Here I go.
I have this sudden desire to go to Venice to just walk around. I wonder where that came from.
Crap, I don’t think I set up Reaper. Then again, it is one of those show I really enjoyed, and we are already behind on it. Plus, if I get all into it again, you know they will just cancel it. I truly can’t watch any new shows lately. I worry I will like them and then the powers that be will just axe it. I just set up Better Off Ted for tonight, and I kind of hope I hate it. Well, the people on the show would like that, since I tend to hate the shows that end up being picked up. I am always amazed when I get it right. House? Love the heck out of the show, and it does well. I am really worried about Lie to Me. They moved it to before AI, which doesn’t bode well for our heroes.
I love Wednesday calls with Ken. It cracks me up when I can wish him good luck with the bumblies and I can tell him to enjoy his evil sushi.
I am so tired, I swear, I think I am seeing things. Like some kind of hallucinations from sleep deprivation.
There are now reports that they are pulling her off of life support. I have this hope that this is all bullshit and that she will pull through and end up having this People magazine exclusive in a few weeks when she is all better. Can we say lame on my part?
And now Darth Vader is sick????
http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Movies/03/18/darth.vader.cancer/index.html
My kids will be devastated. They like him best.
The Galleria sent me another free $10 gift card. YAY! I need to go pick it up, which I guess isn’t good until Friday. Very exciting. They had not sent these since Christmas time. I am shocked they still are, but I guess if it stimulated the economy of the mall, it is so worth it. I may need to go to the Payless shoes there and get Bobby new shoes. His are falling apart. This will allow us then to get his shoes for cheap!
So I watched a lot of this documentary that K&B talked about on the show yesterday. It is about these women who are in love with inanimate objects. This one woman even married the Eiffel Tower! BBC does some fun documentaries. Of course, there is the sad part about the one woman and the speculation as to why she referred to the following objects as her lovers. A bow from her archery, bridges, fences (she not only caressed and kissed this one fence she came across, she sat on it, and let’s just say she was enjoying the fence more than she should have), the Berlin Wall (she actually tried to argue with the curator of the museum there that because she had been in foster care as a child that she could completely get the feelings of everyone effected by the wall. I was pretty sure had there been no camera, the curator would have killed her), and of course, the tower itself. She actually married this thing! And then she went to visit so she could, sigh, consummate the marriage. It was especially amusing when she had stratlled this chunk of the tower, and was being “intimate” with it while these people walked past her thinking she was cuckoo for Coco Puffs. If you take away the sad, it was very funny, and actually interesting. The two women they profiled were both articulate and at least the one (Mrs. Wall, as she apparently took the Berlin Wall’s last name) was moderately attractive. Other chick was scary, since you didn’t know if she was man or woman. She had a love affair with an amusement park ride (She made out with it, and smeared grease from it all over herself, saying how when she made love to it at home that she would say, “I want your fluids”) and a church banister. The former pastor at the church had kicked her out because of her love for the pipe organ (Insert bad pun here) named Bruce (she said this was his name). According to her, though, he hasn’t been the same since he went digital. OMG. But the new pastor was a lovely man who was so accepting of her strange passions and I was pretty impressed with him. Of course, this was on camera, so for all we know afterwards he was burning her at the stake.
It was interesting, that is for sure. I may need to check out some more BBC stuff. I guess the site this came from has a bunch of other documentaries. I think BBC did the one on the broad breast feeding her 8 year old, so they do some good work. The best part is that the narrator doesn’t sound in the least bit disgusted, disturbed, amused or anything about this. She had this wonderful monotone Britishy accent thing going for her and was soft spoken, yet you felt like she made it ok for a woman to grind on a church banister. Seriously, the internet is wonderful.
I am freezing, but I don’t want to turn on my heater. I think it will make me even more sleepy!
Do people still get belly button piercings?
We have to go to Target tonight. I need conditioner. My hair will not last tomorrow without it. I also need to get, not tonight but at some point, bubble bath. The boys have decided bubble baths rule. The dish soap is not really the best bubble stuff. It is good, but I think there is better, so we should pick something up. I have not been to a Babies R Us in ages, which still seems odd. I guess I don’t have babies anymore.
Falling asleep again.
I don’t always get choked up when a celebrity dies. Sure, I will sometimes be shocked, or sad. But the unconfirmed reports this morning concerning Natasha Richardson are so upsetting, I actually shed a few tears. She, by all accounts is just a lovely woman. She has been married to Liam Neeson since 1994, and have you ever seen a happier couple?
Her acting family have been favorites of mine. Her mom, the beautiful Vanessa Redgrave, and her sister Joley Richardson, have always been ones to watch. She comes from a legacy of directors, producers and actors. But even without them, she herself is a fantastic actress.
A skiing accident? Come on celebrities, stop getting on the skis! Just like we tell you to make sure to stay hydrated and to rest, lest you end up in the hospital for exhaustion and dehydration, you need to stay off of skis. Did Sonny Bono teach you nothing?
She was fine, which is what is scary. She joked about the injuries, and an hour later, she was being rushed to the hospital. The conflicting reports this morning that she is brain dead are so very upsetting. She is so young. She has two young kids. It just doesn’t seem fair for something so horrible to happen to someone so nice.
It is true, this sort of thing happens to people every day. Some person is going to go skiing today and is going to crash into a tree. They are going to die. Their family will miss them, and it will be a sad horrible day for them. There won’t be any reports in the NY Post about it. The TMZ crew won’t show pictures of their mom arriving at the hospital. It will go unnoticed by the masses, but it will mean everything to their loved ones. As cornball as this sounds, I now feel like I should have a moment of silence every day for those people. Just a simple thought of well wishes to their families and hope that the person who has died went peacefully. I suppose this sounds a bit like prayer. Hmm..interesting.
Ok, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I am tired. Crazy tired. I have been congested the last couple days, and Ken said it sounded like I was doing the apnea thing 2 nights ago. So last night, I took some Benedryl to help. It did help the congestion, that is for sure, but I still am unable to get comfortable lately. Plus, I think I am still groggy from the meds. I have never really had allergies in the past, so this is kind of new to me. I feel like I don’t have enough oxygen in my system. I feel run down and weak. It isn’t fun. I will probably take more Benedryl in a bit if only to get decongested. I would go home, but I would prefer to not waste time off. Especially since I am gone on Monday. But if I do feel bad enough, I will bail. We will see.
Seriously, I think I just fell asleep at my desk.
I think I like Julia Roberts, but I don’t like some of the things she says. She said in the EW last week that her biggest accomplishment was that she made a movie while having 3 kids under 3. F her on that. She acts like she is the only one who every worked while having kids, and really, even though I am sure her job isn’t easy, I bed raising the kids is easier when you have access to tons of folks who can help you. There are women who don’t even have a husband who work two jobs to raise their kids. It isn’t a huge accomplishment to do something people do every day. Then again, perhaps that is all she is capable of and she was just being realistic in her expectations of herself.
I need Vivarin. I am drinking some soda, hoping the caffeine kicks in. It may be making me feel worse, now that I think about it.
Ok, I didn’t watch the American Idol performances last night, and they are bagging on Adam, one of my favorites this morning. They finally just played the version of Ring of Fire he did, and am I bad, I actually liked the version. It doesn’t sound nearly as bad as they are making it out to be. I will get to see the clips tonight. My man Danny seems to still be doing well. It is always gratifying when I pick someone from the beginning and they do well. I picked him and Adam, actually, and they have them pegged as one and two at the end, which would make me all kinds of happy. Then it wouldn’t matter who won.
Tough it out, tough it out!
I have not decided if I am going to try to go to my folk’s tonight or not. I didn’t go last night since they were going to be gone. I may just wait until Friday.
Yesterday we just played outside in the afternoon. I was able to sit on my ass most of the time. Bobby fell at one point, scrapping up his hand. So I put a band aid on, per his request. Maybe 15 minutes later, he tells me his foot is all red. Turned out, he also scraped his toe, which had some blood. So I put a band aid on that and on his leg where there was more scratches. He was so happy to have all the band aids.
I am worried about Dax. He broke out in this crazy rash on his arm and has been scratching it constantly for about a week and a half. It looks like it was just a standard grass irritation, and it just keeps looking worse since he keeps scratching it. We put Neosporin on it to help it to heal. But it is hard to keep him in long sleeves when it is nice out. The kid sweats like crazy. I wonder if he is allergic to something.
Maybe if I just slam through my aging, it will wake me up enough to make it. Here I go.
I have this sudden desire to go to Venice to just walk around. I wonder where that came from.
Crap, I don’t think I set up Reaper. Then again, it is one of those show I really enjoyed, and we are already behind on it. Plus, if I get all into it again, you know they will just cancel it. I truly can’t watch any new shows lately. I worry I will like them and then the powers that be will just axe it. I just set up Better Off Ted for tonight, and I kind of hope I hate it. Well, the people on the show would like that, since I tend to hate the shows that end up being picked up. I am always amazed when I get it right. House? Love the heck out of the show, and it does well. I am really worried about Lie to Me. They moved it to before AI, which doesn’t bode well for our heroes.
I love Wednesday calls with Ken. It cracks me up when I can wish him good luck with the bumblies and I can tell him to enjoy his evil sushi.
I am so tired, I swear, I think I am seeing things. Like some kind of hallucinations from sleep deprivation.
There are now reports that they are pulling her off of life support. I have this hope that this is all bullshit and that she will pull through and end up having this People magazine exclusive in a few weeks when she is all better. Can we say lame on my part?
And now Darth Vader is sick????
http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Movies/03/18/darth.vader.cancer/index.html
My kids will be devastated. They like him best.
The Galleria sent me another free $10 gift card. YAY! I need to go pick it up, which I guess isn’t good until Friday. Very exciting. They had not sent these since Christmas time. I am shocked they still are, but I guess if it stimulated the economy of the mall, it is so worth it. I may need to go to the Payless shoes there and get Bobby new shoes. His are falling apart. This will allow us then to get his shoes for cheap!
So I watched a lot of this documentary that K&B talked about on the show yesterday. It is about these women who are in love with inanimate objects. This one woman even married the Eiffel Tower! BBC does some fun documentaries. Of course, there is the sad part about the one woman and the speculation as to why she referred to the following objects as her lovers. A bow from her archery, bridges, fences (she not only caressed and kissed this one fence she came across, she sat on it, and let’s just say she was enjoying the fence more than she should have), the Berlin Wall (she actually tried to argue with the curator of the museum there that because she had been in foster care as a child that she could completely get the feelings of everyone effected by the wall. I was pretty sure had there been no camera, the curator would have killed her), and of course, the tower itself. She actually married this thing! And then she went to visit so she could, sigh, consummate the marriage. It was especially amusing when she had stratlled this chunk of the tower, and was being “intimate” with it while these people walked past her thinking she was cuckoo for Coco Puffs. If you take away the sad, it was very funny, and actually interesting. The two women they profiled were both articulate and at least the one (Mrs. Wall, as she apparently took the Berlin Wall’s last name) was moderately attractive. Other chick was scary, since you didn’t know if she was man or woman. She had a love affair with an amusement park ride (She made out with it, and smeared grease from it all over herself, saying how when she made love to it at home that she would say, “I want your fluids”) and a church banister. The former pastor at the church had kicked her out because of her love for the pipe organ (Insert bad pun here) named Bruce (she said this was his name). According to her, though, he hasn’t been the same since he went digital. OMG. But the new pastor was a lovely man who was so accepting of her strange passions and I was pretty impressed with him. Of course, this was on camera, so for all we know afterwards he was burning her at the stake.
It was interesting, that is for sure. I may need to check out some more BBC stuff. I guess the site this came from has a bunch of other documentaries. I think BBC did the one on the broad breast feeding her 8 year old, so they do some good work. The best part is that the narrator doesn’t sound in the least bit disgusted, disturbed, amused or anything about this. She had this wonderful monotone Britishy accent thing going for her and was soft spoken, yet you felt like she made it ok for a woman to grind on a church banister. Seriously, the internet is wonderful.
I am freezing, but I don’t want to turn on my heater. I think it will make me even more sleepy!
Do people still get belly button piercings?
We have to go to Target tonight. I need conditioner. My hair will not last tomorrow without it. I also need to get, not tonight but at some point, bubble bath. The boys have decided bubble baths rule. The dish soap is not really the best bubble stuff. It is good, but I think there is better, so we should pick something up. I have not been to a Babies R Us in ages, which still seems odd. I guess I don’t have babies anymore.
Falling asleep again.
I wrote this yesterday
3-17-09
I am writing late today for blog time. I had reports to do this morning, and then I got caught up on some other work, which then left me with it being 1 in the afternoon, falling asleep, and looking for something to wake myself up.
It is St. Patty’s day and shockingly, no one is wearing green around here. I have given most folks a hard time, including, and most importantly, my boss. I am always amazed that people laugh at me. Of course, they could be laughing just to hide their anger. And for all I know, the boss has my name on the short list of people to can in 09. I would imagine a chuckle thrown my way after I slammed him for his lack of green was worth the satisfaction if he was planning on giving me a pink slip. Perhaps he would use green paper just as a nice insult.
There are a couple of stories in the news that interested me, but I am unsure if I will write extensively about them today. There is the obvious of the AIG mess. There is also the release of Sarah Jane Olson. I find that one particularly fascinating. It is possible that this is a woman who was evil, who seems to have self rehabilitated herself. Of course, I understand she needs to serve time for all that she did. She killed a woman. She caused another woman to miscarry. She committed several crimes and put countless people at risk with her involvement with the SLA. She was caught many years after the crimes, where she had become a devoted wife and mother, a model citizen. I am impressed with what she has accomplished in terms of being a fugitive and stayed out of trouble. I also start to wonder, what the hell were LA courts doing in the 70’s where this chick got away after being charged?? Didn’t they do pretty much the same thing with Polanski??
It comes down to this. Do we waste money housing and prosecuting a woman who has done no more wrong things since her crimes, or do we look to seeing what caused her to be bad in the first place so that we can stop other people from doing the same things again? She served her 6 years or so, and she is going to I think its Minnesota to do her parole. Everyone is up in arms about that, too. Dude, yes, it makes sense to keep someone in the state they messed up in. But once again, is it worth the fight for her?? What if she skips town at this point? Does she truly seem like someone who is going to make anymore pipe bombs? Do we think she is going to rob banks? I somehow doubt she is a threat to society at this point. Not that she is above the law, but she certainly isn’t the one we need to be spinning our wheels on. People get shot in this city every day, and we are wasting time on a 30 year old case? I would venture a guess, too, that it makes zero difference if she feels remorse for her crimes. The victim’s son pretty much stated that she did her time and that he just never wants to see or think about Olson again. He wants to heal. He wants to move on. I would bet that he hates her, and with good reason. But even he sees that it makes no sense to continue fighting to keep this woman behind bars. Last year, they released her too early, and she had to be rearrested. Who miscalculated a whole freaking year of a sentence?? If anyone else had that happen, you can bet the city would have been sued. If your sentencing is that confusing to figure out, perhaps you need a new system.
Either way, I just find that the whole thing is crazy. It is as if we as a society are concentrating on the wrong things. They are planning on trying to get the money back from the executives who were given bonuses at AIG. Unless those folks wrote the check to themselves, I am sorry, but you can’t hold them responsible. You can hold the ones who signed the checks. They are all upset because 11 of the 74 people who got these outrageous bonuses no longer are with the company. Do you blame them??? Shoot, they knew their company was going under soon enough. I too would take the money and run. Especially when it was apparently in their contract to get said bonus. Sure, it is a pretty fucked up thing to do on their part. But you can’t blame them. It isn’t right. Morals and values don’t always come into play when it comes to your job. Case and point. There was this layoff at my work a few years back where this girl in our department was let go to cut back on or expenses. Yet on the very next day, the boss drove up in a brand new car. Sure, he may have saved up for it and we don’t know that there was anything illegal or scandalous, but it was rude. It was horrible that they would flaunt their new car after members of their staff were let go due to budget cuts. But you can’t get mad at the boss. I have been told by birdies that even though last year (and we are still in this) we were not allowed raises, many executives got 6 figure bonuses. Hmmm, sounds just like AIG. Ok, our bonus rate is considerable lower being that no one got 6.4 million, but the idea is the same. Is it irresponsible of the employees here to accept that bonus? Maybe, but should they be penalized after the fact?
I probably sound like an idiot, especially when I don’t have enough of the fact at my finger tips. As I said before, I had not planned on writing much about these topics as I needed more info and more time to digest. But my initial feelings on both is what I have documented right now.
People, as much as I want them to be, are not always good. And people, as much as we wish they weren’t, get stupid. So many people feel they are entitled to things they are not, and so many people pick their battles incorrectly. The case against Howard K Stern and Ann’a drugs? Seems like that could have been resolved 2 years ago when the woman died. And if they gave her drugs she wasn’t prescribed, isn’t she an idiot for not taking control of her life and not letting her lawyer handle that? Rhianna is back with Chris Brown and singing with him. She is an idiot. Bottom line. I can feel bad for her at the same time I think she is an idiot. I still say prosecute Brown since once he leaves her, it is pretty likely he will hit again. This is a case that makes sent to pursue.
Ok, I am all worked up now and I only have like 15 minutes left. I don’t see me posting this from work, but I will try when I get home.
I am writing late today for blog time. I had reports to do this morning, and then I got caught up on some other work, which then left me with it being 1 in the afternoon, falling asleep, and looking for something to wake myself up.
It is St. Patty’s day and shockingly, no one is wearing green around here. I have given most folks a hard time, including, and most importantly, my boss. I am always amazed that people laugh at me. Of course, they could be laughing just to hide their anger. And for all I know, the boss has my name on the short list of people to can in 09. I would imagine a chuckle thrown my way after I slammed him for his lack of green was worth the satisfaction if he was planning on giving me a pink slip. Perhaps he would use green paper just as a nice insult.
There are a couple of stories in the news that interested me, but I am unsure if I will write extensively about them today. There is the obvious of the AIG mess. There is also the release of Sarah Jane Olson. I find that one particularly fascinating. It is possible that this is a woman who was evil, who seems to have self rehabilitated herself. Of course, I understand she needs to serve time for all that she did. She killed a woman. She caused another woman to miscarry. She committed several crimes and put countless people at risk with her involvement with the SLA. She was caught many years after the crimes, where she had become a devoted wife and mother, a model citizen. I am impressed with what she has accomplished in terms of being a fugitive and stayed out of trouble. I also start to wonder, what the hell were LA courts doing in the 70’s where this chick got away after being charged?? Didn’t they do pretty much the same thing with Polanski??
It comes down to this. Do we waste money housing and prosecuting a woman who has done no more wrong things since her crimes, or do we look to seeing what caused her to be bad in the first place so that we can stop other people from doing the same things again? She served her 6 years or so, and she is going to I think its Minnesota to do her parole. Everyone is up in arms about that, too. Dude, yes, it makes sense to keep someone in the state they messed up in. But once again, is it worth the fight for her?? What if she skips town at this point? Does she truly seem like someone who is going to make anymore pipe bombs? Do we think she is going to rob banks? I somehow doubt she is a threat to society at this point. Not that she is above the law, but she certainly isn’t the one we need to be spinning our wheels on. People get shot in this city every day, and we are wasting time on a 30 year old case? I would venture a guess, too, that it makes zero difference if she feels remorse for her crimes. The victim’s son pretty much stated that she did her time and that he just never wants to see or think about Olson again. He wants to heal. He wants to move on. I would bet that he hates her, and with good reason. But even he sees that it makes no sense to continue fighting to keep this woman behind bars. Last year, they released her too early, and she had to be rearrested. Who miscalculated a whole freaking year of a sentence?? If anyone else had that happen, you can bet the city would have been sued. If your sentencing is that confusing to figure out, perhaps you need a new system.
Either way, I just find that the whole thing is crazy. It is as if we as a society are concentrating on the wrong things. They are planning on trying to get the money back from the executives who were given bonuses at AIG. Unless those folks wrote the check to themselves, I am sorry, but you can’t hold them responsible. You can hold the ones who signed the checks. They are all upset because 11 of the 74 people who got these outrageous bonuses no longer are with the company. Do you blame them??? Shoot, they knew their company was going under soon enough. I too would take the money and run. Especially when it was apparently in their contract to get said bonus. Sure, it is a pretty fucked up thing to do on their part. But you can’t blame them. It isn’t right. Morals and values don’t always come into play when it comes to your job. Case and point. There was this layoff at my work a few years back where this girl in our department was let go to cut back on or expenses. Yet on the very next day, the boss drove up in a brand new car. Sure, he may have saved up for it and we don’t know that there was anything illegal or scandalous, but it was rude. It was horrible that they would flaunt their new car after members of their staff were let go due to budget cuts. But you can’t get mad at the boss. I have been told by birdies that even though last year (and we are still in this) we were not allowed raises, many executives got 6 figure bonuses. Hmmm, sounds just like AIG. Ok, our bonus rate is considerable lower being that no one got 6.4 million, but the idea is the same. Is it irresponsible of the employees here to accept that bonus? Maybe, but should they be penalized after the fact?
I probably sound like an idiot, especially when I don’t have enough of the fact at my finger tips. As I said before, I had not planned on writing much about these topics as I needed more info and more time to digest. But my initial feelings on both is what I have documented right now.
People, as much as I want them to be, are not always good. And people, as much as we wish they weren’t, get stupid. So many people feel they are entitled to things they are not, and so many people pick their battles incorrectly. The case against Howard K Stern and Ann’a drugs? Seems like that could have been resolved 2 years ago when the woman died. And if they gave her drugs she wasn’t prescribed, isn’t she an idiot for not taking control of her life and not letting her lawyer handle that? Rhianna is back with Chris Brown and singing with him. She is an idiot. Bottom line. I can feel bad for her at the same time I think she is an idiot. I still say prosecute Brown since once he leaves her, it is pretty likely he will hit again. This is a case that makes sent to pursue.
Ok, I am all worked up now and I only have like 15 minutes left. I don’t see me posting this from work, but I will try when I get home.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Why can't I be the cool one?
Look, I know that Ken has always been the one to get the attention in this family. I always joke that I am the Jackie to his John. But I have now determined that I am not even some random mistress when it comes to how much more important he is to the world than I am. Even my John John and Caroline (Sorry boys, you will have to fight over who gets to be the boy) don't warrant the same kind of attention.
My latest case and point. The kite festival. We attended the annual event a couple weekends ago where we all as a family flew kites. I flew a kite, Ken flew kites, even the boys held on for a while. In fact, long enough in which this reporter came around and took pics of my family. She took pics of my two kids, who let's face it, are like the cutest kids on the planet. No, I am not biased, just telling it like it is. Any hoo, so they have pics of cute blond haired, blue eyed boys, flying the kite on the beach. Can we say poster kids for Redondo Beach? So I assumed when I got the Beach Reporter from last week, I would see my children smiling back at me.
Not so much.
In fact, there were only 3 measly pics of the event. One of this awesome black and white kite with a killer tail. Some yahoo looking at his parrot kite, and oh yes, this one guy. He looked familiar. Hmm...Oh wait, it was Ken!!!
Needless to say, I screamed a bit, much to the delight of everyone in the house. I just couldn't understand it. Look, I adore my husband, and I think he is a hottie, but he isn't exactly the beach look with his all black clothes and the surly facial hair. If anything, he is the opposite of beach.
But the argument gets worse. Not only is Ken in the pic, but the only two pics of people are people NOT EVEN FLYING KITES!! Sure, one kite is flying, but no flyer. Other two? Kites not in the air. Don't even get me started on the fact that they called Ken's yellow airplane kite the Red Baron, or the fact that this was one of the kites we never got in the air.
I assumed maybe they just took a ton and only published a few pics in the paper itself. So I look it up and find that there is a pic on the site. In fact, only one. The one of Ken!!!!!!
Look, I love that Ken gets to be famous. But honestly, I was hoping that maybe the boys could share the spotlight once in a while. I know it is not Ken's doing, but I do question the folks over at the Beach Reporter. Seriously, I would imagine most readers would want to see the kids being kids, not the grownups stealing their thunder.
Although, in all fairness, I would have probably yelled if they showed other kids because I would have said mine were still cuter.
Monday
3-16-09
The weekend was a mixture of awesome and crazy. I don’t know if I can even recap it all!
Friday night was Bobby’s sleepover. Ken got a call from Aaron at 2 where he asked Ken where he was since the movie was starting. Nice. Ken still had Bobby, so Ken brought Bobby to me at work since I was leaving soon anyway, and I didn’t want him dropped off at daycare. I wanted him to help me pack for his night. Bobby seemed happy about putting his stuff in his new bag for the occasion.
Bobby was practically pushing us out of my parents house when Dax and I left He was so jazzed to stay with Grandma. He actually tried to get my dad and brother to go, too. LOL! Dax and I headed home where I made us some dinner, and we watched shows he wanted to watch. I gave him a bath, which he loved since I gave him this bag of animals he had not seen yet. The Braskins gave us a ton of toys that were more hand me downs. There were some good ones, some ok ones and some trash, but enough good that it was cool.
After bath, Dax and I played Backyardigans Memory, which he had so much fun doing. He had some cookies while we watched one last show. Ken got home in the midst of this, and we both then were able to read to him. He was quite happy.
The morning came quickly, or so it seemed. I could not get comfortable all weekend. I don’t know what it was. Makes for a sleepy Monday morning, that’s for sure.
Dax got up around 6, but stayed in his room till 7. I got up with him and he and I watched some of the Spongebob movie. I also worked on some light housework to prep for Stephanie and Sabrina, who were coming over around 11:30. We also had to prep for Dish Network who was coming over in order to install this other receiver, and reset the satellite dish. Plus, I needed to go get Bobby. I swear, I never have one thing happening at one time. It is always like 50 things, or nothing. Maybe I need to spread out my life a bit more.
It worked out fine, though. Luckily, with the recent guests that have been at the house in the last few weeks, the house wasn’t too bad. I didn’t have to do too much, and I was able to go get Bobby around 8:30 or so.
Bobby had a blast. He slept well, he didn’t eat much, but he was so busy playing, he didn’t notice. My mom gave him a bath this morning, which he loved. My mom’s tub has jets, and this one part that looks like a slide, so they had little guys sliding down in the tub. And in keeping with tradition, my son came home from my parent’s house covered in tattoos. Yes, they were the temporary kind, but it was still funny.
Stephanie and Sabrina showed up and we had lots of fun. I had made the kids some sandwiches and a BBQed some hot dogs for grownups (we fed the cable guy). They played and played, which was awesome. Out backyard really does look like a preschool what with the toys and playground. It is very kid friendly. Sabrina was very sweet and quiet. My boys were loud and, well, normal. But they all got along great. Dax crashed out towards the last hour or so of the visit, but Bobby was my charming host kid, which was fun.
Dax didn’t get up again until after they left, which was late afternoon. Ken made us the most fantastic, mouth watering, yummy pancakes ever. Holy crap they were good. The boys ate 3 each! I lost count on how many I consumed. They were that good. We also had not eaten much in the day, and had all played hard, so our appetites were huge. So couple that with the fantastic grub and we were set!
Ken set up the device that would allow us to put my old video tapes onto the computer. He worked on Hooker and Doughboy all night and much of yesterday. He cut out the stuff between “skits” and added titles and dates and a bit of commentary. He was having way too much fun with iMovie. Either way, very soon, I will have copies of these videos on DVD, which is great fun.
Saturday night, we watched Iron Man. Wow, that was a great movie. I loved the hell out of it. Robert Downey Jr deserves this new success. I always liked him as an actor, and was sad when the drugs plagued him. I am so glad he is better.
Sunday was a morning of hell.
Ken got up and told me that he had poked his eye with a spatula the night before. We had the BBQ spatula on this cooler near our shelf, and Ken had bent down to get something off the shelf and poked his eye. The pain from this had kept him up much of the night. It was decided that we would go to Urgent Care after bowling.
We got to bowling, and within the first few frames, Dax had managed to spill his milk all over his playpen. Not good. What was funny is that I had planned on getting them out pretty early just to try it out. Not that early, but what are you going to do?
I had to run to the bathroom at least 6 times for things like paper towels for spills and changing Dax. I felt like I was just running the whole time. The boys were fine, and based on how well they did, I will probably let them be out next week. But it was still hectic, since there is logistics of figuring out where they should be.
Ken was grouchy in the beginning. I am sure tired and in tons of pain didn’t help. Plus, Matt was feeling particularly feisty and argumentative, so that just added fuel to the fire. I was frustrated. It felt like so much was going crazy, and the morning had just begun.
We left bowling and headed to the Urgent Care site. We were smart, though, and stopped by home first to get the DVD player. It was brilliant, really, since the wait was 2 hours. The boys and I considered going home figuring we could come pick him up when he was done. I decided that was more trouble then it was worth. So we went in search of a McDonalds so they could play in the playground. We were in Signal Hill, and I can safely say I have not been there much. I have now. We drove all around that area, making sure I always knew how to get back to Ken. We found every food imaginable. Even a McDonalds. But not one with the playground. Found lots of “parks” but they were for golfers and dead people. Not great for kids. Then there was the circle.
Who the fuck ever thought it was a good idea to have a revolving door as the model for a road? Look, I know it works great in lots of places, but not where I am driving. There are no fucking lanes, and it is hard to tell where to spin out. I know the second (yes, that’s right, folks, my sorry ass had to drive through that thing twice!) time I went through, I almost took out a Prius. So not good on any level.
The boys were pretty content just watching the movie, really. We did go inside to see Ken when we first got there, and we walked around the block, but over all, we were in the car. I went and got us some lunch, and as I ran inside to take some to Ken, he was just going in to be poked at. Hooray!
He came back out not long after, and I have to admit, I was a little disappointed. No patch! He did scratch it, but I guess not patch worthy. They put stuff in it, and gave him a prescription for antibiotics. He has to go to our regular doc, too, since it was bad enough they were worried that it needed to have another look at. So hopefully he can get an appointment today.
After a stop at the store to get the prescription and the standards of milk and bread, we went home to get them into nap time. It took a while for Dax to fall asleep, but when he did, he was out. Bobby just stayed and played quietly in his room. Ken and I watched Superbad. Fun little movie, but not the best in the world. I laughed at quite a few moments, but I don’t know that I would watch it again.
When that was done, Bobby and I went outside to play. I set up the bouncer, and the rest of the afternoon was mostly spent in there. Dax got up and he too came out and bounced. Ken and I grilled some chicken and the day came to an end.
Luckily, the boys seemed happy with me. Sure, it wears on me when they won’t let anyone else do anything for them, but it is gratifying that they don’t think I am so crazy that they are tired of me. When I tucked Bobby in to bed Saturday night, I asked him if he had fun at Grandma’s. He tells me, “You weren’t there to read to me.” I told him that he stayed at Grandmas’s but that I missed him so much that I cried. He looks at me all confused, and he tells me “But I didn’t hear you crying. You need to cry louder!”
This was followed up by the next morning when I was getting him ready for bowling and Dax came in, I told Dax to go find Daddy so he could get in the car. He said no. So Bobby says, “Dax, don’t you want to go bowling?” “Yes.” “Ok, then go get in the car.” And he trots off. Then Bobby turns to me and says, “You just have to now how to deal with Dax. You have to talk softly.” This kid is something else.
I am now in the midst of trying to figure out what I did wrong on running this stupid report. It is driving me batty. The good news is that it isn’t like it is bad if I don’t finish today. But I do want to get it done ASAP. I don’t want to tinker with the variants until this one test runs, but I think I will be tinkering very soon. Not good, since that is where mistakes are made. So we will see how it goes.
If Ken goes to the doc, I will probably need to take him, now that I think about it. If they put a patch on his eye or dilate his eye in anyway, he won’t be able to drive. So I guess I may end up leaving early. It all depends on when he gets an appointment, I guess. We will see how it goes. He might have to do it after classes, anyway, so then we can go to the doc after I get off work. Plus, I can take the boys since there is the little play block there that they love. Should be fine. I am not at work next Monday since I am taking Bobby to the doc, so I would like to not waste too much time off of work now. Although, I would gladly not be at work.
I need to do research on the museum at lunch this week. I want to see the hours and all that jazz. If his appt is done by 10, we can probably go for a couple of hours before Ken has to be back for his classes. It may mean two cars. We will see.
Ken looked at my hair, and it looks like if I cut off about 6 inches of my hair, it won’t make it too short, but it will cut off the yuck at the bottom enough to keep it healthy. So this is in my future. I am thinking that I will do it in another month or so, to see if I can grow out the good hair a bit more. I washed my hair this morning after having not for the last few days. I can’t tell if it is mad at me or not. I should brush it out again right now, but it is starting to get my good curls, so I hate to mess with it. I still want to get that curling iron and the curlers. I need more money.
Ok, good news, the report actually looks like it is running correct. I jumped the gun on it. It wasn’t quite ready for me, so the totals didn’t work. If I wait, then it will be good. Crossing my fingers now!
I don’t know that I have any green for tomorrow. Crap!
I just broke the news to Tammy that 6 inches is going to be hacked. She wasn’t happy about it, but she said she understood. LOL!
I think that my biggest bad habit with my hair is the one thing that I like about this long of hair. I tie my hair up into a bun without using a hair tie. I bed that isn’t good for my hair. In fact, the 6 inches that are fried are the 6 inches that get the brunt of the tied up stuff.
I think I may need to talk to my folks about watching the boys on the 3rd. I think I may also need to make some reservations at the Melting Pot that night. Even if that is all we do, it would be good for our anniversary.
Happy birthday Victor Garber and Eric Estrada. What a good day!
So there are these new commercials that they are playing on the tv. It is an ad for eggs, but that isn’t what bugs me. The campaign is that look at these people who do amazing things, and they eat eggs. Ok, that’s cool, way fun. But one of the so called “amazing” things was cup stacking.
What the fuck? I have seen this phenomenon of cup stacking before, and I rejected it then. It is not amazing? It isn’t even note worthy. So you can stack cups fast? Oh, good, it means you will have an illustrious career in a cafeteria. How is this teaching kids a good thing? Why in the world should they be wasting hours on end stacking and unstacking cups? Sure, it looks kind of cool the first time you see it. Then really, how much more can you do with it? They actually sold cup sets for this bullshit. I saw them at Target. Oh, because god forbid you use just some plain ol Dixie cup. Are we officially out of things for kids to do that we are now encouraging cup stacking? Look, I understand that it may help with hand eye coordination. But it is stacking fucking cups! It is actually called Sport Stacking. Are you fucking kidding me? Sport????? I am telling you right now, if Bobby comes home and tells me that he wants to do this cup crap, I may disown him. Play video games, kid. At least that has something interesting. Play the drums, kick a fucking ball. Hell, sit in front of the tube and let the networks fry your brain. But stop it with the cups. I reject you totally, cup stacking people. Unless you are trying to quickly catch a spider, no one needs to move a cup that fast.
I wonder sometimes if my kids are just loud. Not in a bad way, mind you, just loud in general. After spending time with Sabrina, and really, it hasn’t been long since I saw Liam, both of them were quiet kids. Sabrina is a sweetie, and smiles a lot, Liam just seemed to always run. Although, I was pleased when I made him giggle at one point. That was pretty awesome. Because of this lack of exposure, I really don’t know how kids are supposed to be. I have seen kids in Ken’s classes, and they are older, so that is hard to tell. I have seen the kids at Ken’s daycare, and they are loud, but they are comfortable. It is easier to be loud when you know everyone. But see, my kids, even in their shyest moment, are loud around anyone who comes in contact with them. Perhaps loud is the wrong word. They are chatty. They both say hi to anyone they see. They want to show you their room. They want to tell you who they are. They are, well, Brenans. And to a lot of degree, they are Bowlbys. I, in this instance, am neither. I don’t like new people. I will smile at folks I see, and sometimes chat it up with a total stranger, but it doesn’t come natural. I have seen my dad talk with anyone he sees. Same thing with Ken’s family. Granted, that isn’t just Brenan. It is Hiner, too. The whole lot of them are friendly. I must come from the Horton blood when it comes to that. But still, I wonder if it is because of genetics, or just their age or what? I know we have taken them a lot of places. They have been in lots of restaurants and been around people. It is nice that I haven’t influenced them to be too shy. I am super curious if this will carry them into school age. Bobby is already pretty bossy. He can tell anyone to get him something, and what is really the most disturbing part is that people do anything he asks. He gets a little pissy if they don’t, which is why he gets into the most trouble. He asked Dax for something he had yesterday, and Dax said no. Instead of saying, Ok, no problem, maybe I can see it later, he slugged him. Perhaps he will just be a polite bully. Or a charming brat? I think they will be fine, it is just funny to see the potential and the characteristics. Will they run with the same crowd? Will they have lots of friends? Will their friends look to them or will they look to their friends. Will Bobby tire of having a kid brother? Will Dax tire of having an older brother looking out for him? So many questions.
Ken called and he has Bobby. Bobby said that he would like to have lunch with me, so they are coming at 11 to take me to lunch. That is fun. I think we will go to Jack in the Box or CJ’s, but we will see.
The report is lame. I may have screwed up, so we will see. I made the variant run as of today’s date. The problem with that is that today’s date is fluid, therefore causing the totals to fluctuate. I will probably re run it tomorrow as of the 13th since I think I figured out the proper way to do it now. If not, I will have to call in for help.
Rerunning the report with the right date right now. Keep your fingers crossed.
Ken and Bobby will be here in about 10 minutes. YAY!
I am way jazzed! My coworker just gave me a $10 gift card to Subway! I helped her out with some accounts last week, so she got me this as a thank you. YAY!!!!
The weekend was a mixture of awesome and crazy. I don’t know if I can even recap it all!
Friday night was Bobby’s sleepover. Ken got a call from Aaron at 2 where he asked Ken where he was since the movie was starting. Nice. Ken still had Bobby, so Ken brought Bobby to me at work since I was leaving soon anyway, and I didn’t want him dropped off at daycare. I wanted him to help me pack for his night. Bobby seemed happy about putting his stuff in his new bag for the occasion.
Bobby was practically pushing us out of my parents house when Dax and I left He was so jazzed to stay with Grandma. He actually tried to get my dad and brother to go, too. LOL! Dax and I headed home where I made us some dinner, and we watched shows he wanted to watch. I gave him a bath, which he loved since I gave him this bag of animals he had not seen yet. The Braskins gave us a ton of toys that were more hand me downs. There were some good ones, some ok ones and some trash, but enough good that it was cool.
After bath, Dax and I played Backyardigans Memory, which he had so much fun doing. He had some cookies while we watched one last show. Ken got home in the midst of this, and we both then were able to read to him. He was quite happy.
The morning came quickly, or so it seemed. I could not get comfortable all weekend. I don’t know what it was. Makes for a sleepy Monday morning, that’s for sure.
Dax got up around 6, but stayed in his room till 7. I got up with him and he and I watched some of the Spongebob movie. I also worked on some light housework to prep for Stephanie and Sabrina, who were coming over around 11:30. We also had to prep for Dish Network who was coming over in order to install this other receiver, and reset the satellite dish. Plus, I needed to go get Bobby. I swear, I never have one thing happening at one time. It is always like 50 things, or nothing. Maybe I need to spread out my life a bit more.
It worked out fine, though. Luckily, with the recent guests that have been at the house in the last few weeks, the house wasn’t too bad. I didn’t have to do too much, and I was able to go get Bobby around 8:30 or so.
Bobby had a blast. He slept well, he didn’t eat much, but he was so busy playing, he didn’t notice. My mom gave him a bath this morning, which he loved. My mom’s tub has jets, and this one part that looks like a slide, so they had little guys sliding down in the tub. And in keeping with tradition, my son came home from my parent’s house covered in tattoos. Yes, they were the temporary kind, but it was still funny.
Stephanie and Sabrina showed up and we had lots of fun. I had made the kids some sandwiches and a BBQed some hot dogs for grownups (we fed the cable guy). They played and played, which was awesome. Out backyard really does look like a preschool what with the toys and playground. It is very kid friendly. Sabrina was very sweet and quiet. My boys were loud and, well, normal. But they all got along great. Dax crashed out towards the last hour or so of the visit, but Bobby was my charming host kid, which was fun.
Dax didn’t get up again until after they left, which was late afternoon. Ken made us the most fantastic, mouth watering, yummy pancakes ever. Holy crap they were good. The boys ate 3 each! I lost count on how many I consumed. They were that good. We also had not eaten much in the day, and had all played hard, so our appetites were huge. So couple that with the fantastic grub and we were set!
Ken set up the device that would allow us to put my old video tapes onto the computer. He worked on Hooker and Doughboy all night and much of yesterday. He cut out the stuff between “skits” and added titles and dates and a bit of commentary. He was having way too much fun with iMovie. Either way, very soon, I will have copies of these videos on DVD, which is great fun.
Saturday night, we watched Iron Man. Wow, that was a great movie. I loved the hell out of it. Robert Downey Jr deserves this new success. I always liked him as an actor, and was sad when the drugs plagued him. I am so glad he is better.
Sunday was a morning of hell.
Ken got up and told me that he had poked his eye with a spatula the night before. We had the BBQ spatula on this cooler near our shelf, and Ken had bent down to get something off the shelf and poked his eye. The pain from this had kept him up much of the night. It was decided that we would go to Urgent Care after bowling.
We got to bowling, and within the first few frames, Dax had managed to spill his milk all over his playpen. Not good. What was funny is that I had planned on getting them out pretty early just to try it out. Not that early, but what are you going to do?
I had to run to the bathroom at least 6 times for things like paper towels for spills and changing Dax. I felt like I was just running the whole time. The boys were fine, and based on how well they did, I will probably let them be out next week. But it was still hectic, since there is logistics of figuring out where they should be.
Ken was grouchy in the beginning. I am sure tired and in tons of pain didn’t help. Plus, Matt was feeling particularly feisty and argumentative, so that just added fuel to the fire. I was frustrated. It felt like so much was going crazy, and the morning had just begun.
We left bowling and headed to the Urgent Care site. We were smart, though, and stopped by home first to get the DVD player. It was brilliant, really, since the wait was 2 hours. The boys and I considered going home figuring we could come pick him up when he was done. I decided that was more trouble then it was worth. So we went in search of a McDonalds so they could play in the playground. We were in Signal Hill, and I can safely say I have not been there much. I have now. We drove all around that area, making sure I always knew how to get back to Ken. We found every food imaginable. Even a McDonalds. But not one with the playground. Found lots of “parks” but they were for golfers and dead people. Not great for kids. Then there was the circle.
Who the fuck ever thought it was a good idea to have a revolving door as the model for a road? Look, I know it works great in lots of places, but not where I am driving. There are no fucking lanes, and it is hard to tell where to spin out. I know the second (yes, that’s right, folks, my sorry ass had to drive through that thing twice!) time I went through, I almost took out a Prius. So not good on any level.
The boys were pretty content just watching the movie, really. We did go inside to see Ken when we first got there, and we walked around the block, but over all, we were in the car. I went and got us some lunch, and as I ran inside to take some to Ken, he was just going in to be poked at. Hooray!
He came back out not long after, and I have to admit, I was a little disappointed. No patch! He did scratch it, but I guess not patch worthy. They put stuff in it, and gave him a prescription for antibiotics. He has to go to our regular doc, too, since it was bad enough they were worried that it needed to have another look at. So hopefully he can get an appointment today.
After a stop at the store to get the prescription and the standards of milk and bread, we went home to get them into nap time. It took a while for Dax to fall asleep, but when he did, he was out. Bobby just stayed and played quietly in his room. Ken and I watched Superbad. Fun little movie, but not the best in the world. I laughed at quite a few moments, but I don’t know that I would watch it again.
When that was done, Bobby and I went outside to play. I set up the bouncer, and the rest of the afternoon was mostly spent in there. Dax got up and he too came out and bounced. Ken and I grilled some chicken and the day came to an end.
Luckily, the boys seemed happy with me. Sure, it wears on me when they won’t let anyone else do anything for them, but it is gratifying that they don’t think I am so crazy that they are tired of me. When I tucked Bobby in to bed Saturday night, I asked him if he had fun at Grandma’s. He tells me, “You weren’t there to read to me.” I told him that he stayed at Grandmas’s but that I missed him so much that I cried. He looks at me all confused, and he tells me “But I didn’t hear you crying. You need to cry louder!”
This was followed up by the next morning when I was getting him ready for bowling and Dax came in, I told Dax to go find Daddy so he could get in the car. He said no. So Bobby says, “Dax, don’t you want to go bowling?” “Yes.” “Ok, then go get in the car.” And he trots off. Then Bobby turns to me and says, “You just have to now how to deal with Dax. You have to talk softly.” This kid is something else.
I am now in the midst of trying to figure out what I did wrong on running this stupid report. It is driving me batty. The good news is that it isn’t like it is bad if I don’t finish today. But I do want to get it done ASAP. I don’t want to tinker with the variants until this one test runs, but I think I will be tinkering very soon. Not good, since that is where mistakes are made. So we will see how it goes.
If Ken goes to the doc, I will probably need to take him, now that I think about it. If they put a patch on his eye or dilate his eye in anyway, he won’t be able to drive. So I guess I may end up leaving early. It all depends on when he gets an appointment, I guess. We will see how it goes. He might have to do it after classes, anyway, so then we can go to the doc after I get off work. Plus, I can take the boys since there is the little play block there that they love. Should be fine. I am not at work next Monday since I am taking Bobby to the doc, so I would like to not waste too much time off of work now. Although, I would gladly not be at work.
I need to do research on the museum at lunch this week. I want to see the hours and all that jazz. If his appt is done by 10, we can probably go for a couple of hours before Ken has to be back for his classes. It may mean two cars. We will see.
Ken looked at my hair, and it looks like if I cut off about 6 inches of my hair, it won’t make it too short, but it will cut off the yuck at the bottom enough to keep it healthy. So this is in my future. I am thinking that I will do it in another month or so, to see if I can grow out the good hair a bit more. I washed my hair this morning after having not for the last few days. I can’t tell if it is mad at me or not. I should brush it out again right now, but it is starting to get my good curls, so I hate to mess with it. I still want to get that curling iron and the curlers. I need more money.
Ok, good news, the report actually looks like it is running correct. I jumped the gun on it. It wasn’t quite ready for me, so the totals didn’t work. If I wait, then it will be good. Crossing my fingers now!
I don’t know that I have any green for tomorrow. Crap!
I just broke the news to Tammy that 6 inches is going to be hacked. She wasn’t happy about it, but she said she understood. LOL!
I think that my biggest bad habit with my hair is the one thing that I like about this long of hair. I tie my hair up into a bun without using a hair tie. I bed that isn’t good for my hair. In fact, the 6 inches that are fried are the 6 inches that get the brunt of the tied up stuff.
I think I may need to talk to my folks about watching the boys on the 3rd. I think I may also need to make some reservations at the Melting Pot that night. Even if that is all we do, it would be good for our anniversary.
Happy birthday Victor Garber and Eric Estrada. What a good day!
So there are these new commercials that they are playing on the tv. It is an ad for eggs, but that isn’t what bugs me. The campaign is that look at these people who do amazing things, and they eat eggs. Ok, that’s cool, way fun. But one of the so called “amazing” things was cup stacking.
What the fuck? I have seen this phenomenon of cup stacking before, and I rejected it then. It is not amazing? It isn’t even note worthy. So you can stack cups fast? Oh, good, it means you will have an illustrious career in a cafeteria. How is this teaching kids a good thing? Why in the world should they be wasting hours on end stacking and unstacking cups? Sure, it looks kind of cool the first time you see it. Then really, how much more can you do with it? They actually sold cup sets for this bullshit. I saw them at Target. Oh, because god forbid you use just some plain ol Dixie cup. Are we officially out of things for kids to do that we are now encouraging cup stacking? Look, I understand that it may help with hand eye coordination. But it is stacking fucking cups! It is actually called Sport Stacking. Are you fucking kidding me? Sport????? I am telling you right now, if Bobby comes home and tells me that he wants to do this cup crap, I may disown him. Play video games, kid. At least that has something interesting. Play the drums, kick a fucking ball. Hell, sit in front of the tube and let the networks fry your brain. But stop it with the cups. I reject you totally, cup stacking people. Unless you are trying to quickly catch a spider, no one needs to move a cup that fast.
I wonder sometimes if my kids are just loud. Not in a bad way, mind you, just loud in general. After spending time with Sabrina, and really, it hasn’t been long since I saw Liam, both of them were quiet kids. Sabrina is a sweetie, and smiles a lot, Liam just seemed to always run. Although, I was pleased when I made him giggle at one point. That was pretty awesome. Because of this lack of exposure, I really don’t know how kids are supposed to be. I have seen kids in Ken’s classes, and they are older, so that is hard to tell. I have seen the kids at Ken’s daycare, and they are loud, but they are comfortable. It is easier to be loud when you know everyone. But see, my kids, even in their shyest moment, are loud around anyone who comes in contact with them. Perhaps loud is the wrong word. They are chatty. They both say hi to anyone they see. They want to show you their room. They want to tell you who they are. They are, well, Brenans. And to a lot of degree, they are Bowlbys. I, in this instance, am neither. I don’t like new people. I will smile at folks I see, and sometimes chat it up with a total stranger, but it doesn’t come natural. I have seen my dad talk with anyone he sees. Same thing with Ken’s family. Granted, that isn’t just Brenan. It is Hiner, too. The whole lot of them are friendly. I must come from the Horton blood when it comes to that. But still, I wonder if it is because of genetics, or just their age or what? I know we have taken them a lot of places. They have been in lots of restaurants and been around people. It is nice that I haven’t influenced them to be too shy. I am super curious if this will carry them into school age. Bobby is already pretty bossy. He can tell anyone to get him something, and what is really the most disturbing part is that people do anything he asks. He gets a little pissy if they don’t, which is why he gets into the most trouble. He asked Dax for something he had yesterday, and Dax said no. Instead of saying, Ok, no problem, maybe I can see it later, he slugged him. Perhaps he will just be a polite bully. Or a charming brat? I think they will be fine, it is just funny to see the potential and the characteristics. Will they run with the same crowd? Will they have lots of friends? Will their friends look to them or will they look to their friends. Will Bobby tire of having a kid brother? Will Dax tire of having an older brother looking out for him? So many questions.
Ken called and he has Bobby. Bobby said that he would like to have lunch with me, so they are coming at 11 to take me to lunch. That is fun. I think we will go to Jack in the Box or CJ’s, but we will see.
The report is lame. I may have screwed up, so we will see. I made the variant run as of today’s date. The problem with that is that today’s date is fluid, therefore causing the totals to fluctuate. I will probably re run it tomorrow as of the 13th since I think I figured out the proper way to do it now. If not, I will have to call in for help.
Rerunning the report with the right date right now. Keep your fingers crossed.
Ken and Bobby will be here in about 10 minutes. YAY!
I am way jazzed! My coworker just gave me a $10 gift card to Subway! I helped her out with some accounts last week, so she got me this as a thank you. YAY!!!!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Friday the 13th
3-13-09
I took the time to paint my nails last night. I figured this would keep me good on my quest to keep my fingers blood free. They look pretty, actually. My nails are all at a good length, and for the first time in a while, I do like the way my hands look. It is nice!
Ken took Bobby to work yesterday. The only real problem with this is that the kid fell asleep like 10 minutes from the house, and then ended up be cranky pants when he got home. He had a long day. It may be too much for him. Thursdays are long days for Ken, so it may end up being a harder day to take him. However, in order for Bobby to be part time at daycare, he would need to only be there 20 hours a week. So it means Ken would need to take him more than he does, and take him to Maria’s later in the day. So we will see if this is the plan.
Ken went out and got Bobby a new backpack for his trip to my folks tonight. I wanted it to be kind of special. He will have his own backpack with his jammies, clothes, friends, toothbrush, etc, all ready to spend the night. I like the idea of it. When Dax goes for his trip, we will pick out a backpack for him as well. I realized last night when I went to pack his bag, that he had no clean jammies. So I had to frantically throw those in the laundry. So it means when I get home today, I need to pack his bag at that point. Not a huge deal.
Stephanie is coming over tomorrow with Sabrina, which will be way fun. It is supposed to be nice out, so the kids can play out back. Depending on Sabrina’s schedule, we may be able to let the kids have some lunch. I have PB&J and PB and Honey. I have chicken, I have cereal. I have hot dogs! I am set for a kid lunch. And if Stephanie would like, I have hamburgers and hot dogs on hand for grownups. Or even some chicken I can throw on the grill. I am telling you, this BBQ may in fact be the best thing we have ever gotten.
With Bobby staying at my folks tonight and Ken going to Aaron’s, it is just Dax and me tonight. I wonder what we will do. I was going to stop by to get us dinner, but I forgot to get some cash from Ken. Perhaps I will just make him his favorite of a sandwich. I have plenty of things I can eat, so that might be best. Maybe I will bust out some kind of a game. Like memory. He can play a simple version of that. It will be good practice for him to sit still. He is so busy. He is like me in that he has a hard time just sitting. He may want to watch a movie, but he gets bored like 15 minutes into it. Yesterday, we watched some ABC (I was rather disturbed at just how many of the words both of us know). He loves that DVD, yet still couldn’t sit for more than 3 songs. It will be a lot easier to only have to get one kid ready for bed. Plus, I can really work with him on the peeing. He did so well yesterday. He peed three times in the toilet. The third time was the funniest, though. He didn’t look like he was really ready. I had been having him sit and try every 40 minutes or so. So on this last time, I was about to fill my trusty water cup to dump on him, when he goes and spits on himself. Yes, on that! I was so confused, and he laughed. Next thing you know, he is peeing. Who knew Dax pee was just as effective as warm water???
It being a Friday with a weekend full of activities, I know today will be slow. My cube neighbors are both here like an hour early, which is uncool only because then it feels like it really later in the day. I like being here at 6:30 because it is really just Tammy and I. On the up side, everyone seems to be in good spirits, so I will have fun with this.
I was a little bummed this morning when I realized this top to one of my favorite outfits has a hole. The bottom also is damaged. The elastic is all stretched out. So much so that I am a little concerned about accidentally stepping on the skirt and pulling it down, exposing my ass. Not good! This may become a house/around town outfit rather than work. I need new clothes.
Dax will still end up going to bed at normal time (he isn’t as great with staying up past hid bedtime), so I may need to watch one of the movies I have recorded. Of course, depending on when Ken gets home, we may be able to watch Iron Man or Superbad. I think he is going to go to Aaron’s after his last class, which is at like 3, so that is pretty early, and Aaron may only be functional for a few hours. LOL! We will see.
Who knows, if I am up alone, I may just work on the house so that it is one less thing I need to deal with tomorrow. I think I will go to my folks to get Bobby around 8 or so. Maybe a smidge later. I will want to get him home before Stephanie comes at around 11. Ken needs to stay around since we have I think it is Dish Network is sending someone over to install our receiver.
I guess I have been missing out on the Daily Show this week! LOL! I am glad I have it Tivoed. I may need to check out last nights.
I miss having Spring Break. Wouldn’t it be nice if companies could offer Spring Break? I suppose they do in the form of PTO.
I took the time to paint my nails last night. I figured this would keep me good on my quest to keep my fingers blood free. They look pretty, actually. My nails are all at a good length, and for the first time in a while, I do like the way my hands look. It is nice!
Ken took Bobby to work yesterday. The only real problem with this is that the kid fell asleep like 10 minutes from the house, and then ended up be cranky pants when he got home. He had a long day. It may be too much for him. Thursdays are long days for Ken, so it may end up being a harder day to take him. However, in order for Bobby to be part time at daycare, he would need to only be there 20 hours a week. So it means Ken would need to take him more than he does, and take him to Maria’s later in the day. So we will see if this is the plan.
Ken went out and got Bobby a new backpack for his trip to my folks tonight. I wanted it to be kind of special. He will have his own backpack with his jammies, clothes, friends, toothbrush, etc, all ready to spend the night. I like the idea of it. When Dax goes for his trip, we will pick out a backpack for him as well. I realized last night when I went to pack his bag, that he had no clean jammies. So I had to frantically throw those in the laundry. So it means when I get home today, I need to pack his bag at that point. Not a huge deal.
Stephanie is coming over tomorrow with Sabrina, which will be way fun. It is supposed to be nice out, so the kids can play out back. Depending on Sabrina’s schedule, we may be able to let the kids have some lunch. I have PB&J and PB and Honey. I have chicken, I have cereal. I have hot dogs! I am set for a kid lunch. And if Stephanie would like, I have hamburgers and hot dogs on hand for grownups. Or even some chicken I can throw on the grill. I am telling you, this BBQ may in fact be the best thing we have ever gotten.
With Bobby staying at my folks tonight and Ken going to Aaron’s, it is just Dax and me tonight. I wonder what we will do. I was going to stop by to get us dinner, but I forgot to get some cash from Ken. Perhaps I will just make him his favorite of a sandwich. I have plenty of things I can eat, so that might be best. Maybe I will bust out some kind of a game. Like memory. He can play a simple version of that. It will be good practice for him to sit still. He is so busy. He is like me in that he has a hard time just sitting. He may want to watch a movie, but he gets bored like 15 minutes into it. Yesterday, we watched some ABC (I was rather disturbed at just how many of the words both of us know). He loves that DVD, yet still couldn’t sit for more than 3 songs. It will be a lot easier to only have to get one kid ready for bed. Plus, I can really work with him on the peeing. He did so well yesterday. He peed three times in the toilet. The third time was the funniest, though. He didn’t look like he was really ready. I had been having him sit and try every 40 minutes or so. So on this last time, I was about to fill my trusty water cup to dump on him, when he goes and spits on himself. Yes, on that! I was so confused, and he laughed. Next thing you know, he is peeing. Who knew Dax pee was just as effective as warm water???
It being a Friday with a weekend full of activities, I know today will be slow. My cube neighbors are both here like an hour early, which is uncool only because then it feels like it really later in the day. I like being here at 6:30 because it is really just Tammy and I. On the up side, everyone seems to be in good spirits, so I will have fun with this.
I was a little bummed this morning when I realized this top to one of my favorite outfits has a hole. The bottom also is damaged. The elastic is all stretched out. So much so that I am a little concerned about accidentally stepping on the skirt and pulling it down, exposing my ass. Not good! This may become a house/around town outfit rather than work. I need new clothes.
Dax will still end up going to bed at normal time (he isn’t as great with staying up past hid bedtime), so I may need to watch one of the movies I have recorded. Of course, depending on when Ken gets home, we may be able to watch Iron Man or Superbad. I think he is going to go to Aaron’s after his last class, which is at like 3, so that is pretty early, and Aaron may only be functional for a few hours. LOL! We will see.
Who knows, if I am up alone, I may just work on the house so that it is one less thing I need to deal with tomorrow. I think I will go to my folks to get Bobby around 8 or so. Maybe a smidge later. I will want to get him home before Stephanie comes at around 11. Ken needs to stay around since we have I think it is Dish Network is sending someone over to install our receiver.
I guess I have been missing out on the Daily Show this week! LOL! I am glad I have it Tivoed. I may need to check out last nights.
I miss having Spring Break. Wouldn’t it be nice if companies could offer Spring Break? I suppose they do in the form of PTO.
Happy Making
3-12-09
I am happy.
This phrase could be defined 100 different ways by 100 different people. You could be happy because you just got a raise, or you could be happy because your team won the big game or you could just be happy because you are wearing wonderfully sparkly shoes. You could be happy for all of those reasons all at once.
Happiness often is attached to variables in your life that bring you joy. These are things that can make you smile no matter how down you are, and things that light up your very being. One could argue that not all happy making things are the same potency level. This may in fact be true, but why can’t they all be more potent than we give them credit for?
A friend of mine asked me to explain what happiness means to me and how I would define it. I think that there is no simple answer to this, so it seems best to try to give examples of things that make me happy, and try to delve into what aspects these things have that contribute to my general state of happiness.
It could go without saying that my two boys are the things that make me the most happy. But it is important that it doesn’t go without a mention, for there is probably no greater joy to me then to have finally been able to have children. I am not saying kids are for everyone. I won’t lie and say that every moment being a parent has been one party after another, either. There are times when you just want to run screaming, especially in the beginning. The responsibility, the stress, the overwhelming fear that you are not good enough to handle this. I know these moments all too, well. When Bobby practically fell out of me, I truly didn’t feel the overwhelming sense of affection for this slimy mess. I actually laughed at the poor kid. He had this bubble gum ball for a chin that just was wrong. In all fairness, I was pretty heavily medicated, but even so, the first week with that kid was no picnic. But I wouldn’t change a bit. I actually kind of like that I didn’t insta bond with him. I like that I got to know him as Bobby, not just Fetus Bob or Baby Boy Brenan. I really got to know my son and even when he would throw up nasty smelling milk down my shirt or back talk to me when I ask him to do something, I get this peacefulness. I may yell, I may cry, I get frustrated at all of the ups and downs of mommyhood, but I still can’t help but look into those eyes and feel as though I have just been transported to my own wonderland.
I have read that you should love your husband more than you love your kids. The article said that since you have essentially chosen your partner, you love him more since the kids are all a nature thing. There is merit in this argument. I have confidence that Ken isn’t going to warrant a time out for throwing his food again. But it is more than that. When you find the one you are meant to be with, you don’t feel like you are really working at a relationship. Ken and I have issues. If we didn’t, we would be like one of Dax’s stinky diapers; full of crap. I can safely say that even when I am frustrated with the problems, I still want to tell Ken things before I tell anyone else the same thing. And maybe that is what makes Ken a huge happy factor. He is my best friend. It isn’t just about the sex, it isn’t just about the mundane crap you have to do around the house. When going to the grocery store with someone is fun, then you know you have a keeper.
As I have been writing this, I have been listening to my iPod churn out some of my favorite songs. “I want to hold your hand” is so simplistic, yet it is like a familiar sweater. It is comfy, warm, and smells perfect. I can tell you right now, there are certain songs that can pick me up even if I am crying. Music surrounds us with not just beautiful melodies or rambunctious rock. It is memories and feelings. It is a way that even in our saddest moments, can give us a voice. I know that there were tapes that I would play over and over again in high school when I was depressed. Does this mean I was more depressed? Not in the least bit. I had a way to channel all of my down emotions and I was able to move forward. Think about this. When you are sad, it a silent room more or less comforting than one with a song by your favorite artist? I will tell you right now, that silence makes me feel alone. But if George Michael is singing along with my pain, I feel like there is hope. That is what is part of happiness; hope. If you lack in the hope that things will get better, you will never be happy. And if you always have hope, even when you are sad, there is still the glimmer, which is that happiness.
What really is the secret for being happy? It isn’t having the husband, kids and the house, etc. It is the smallest things that make all the difference in the world. Trust me, if you put all your eggs in the family basket, you will be miserable. You can’t put it into the materialistic basket, either, since then when you don’t have stuff, you are miserable. Why not be happy at something as simple as a pack of gum.
Yes, gum falls into the materialistic basket, sort of. But it isn’t the gum. It is where it came from. Ken recently found in a clearance section 3 or 4 boxes of the gum I like. They were 25 cents a pack, which is like a dollar cheaper than it is normally. So he got it all for me. I brought it to work, and showed it off to Tammy, who was amused at how excited I was. She said it was so cool to see me excited over something as simple as gum. I got to thinking about that. Why can’t the act of getting me gum be one of the coolest things ever? I don’t have to wait for roses to feel loved. A simple text message saying, “Love” should be all it takes. I am happy when I see Dax gasp in admiration when he sees his brother in his Darth Vader costume. I am happy when my cat curls up in my lap every single night without me even calling him. I am happy when my 90210 records and it is a new episode. I am happy when it rains, I am happy when it is sunny out. Shouldn’t life, even when it is craptastic, be your ultimate happy making item?
There are people that are not happy. They have put too much emphasis on what makes them miserable. If you constantly look at the bad, you won’t have time to see all of the good around you. When you walk to your car from work, consider all of the things that you pass on your way. Do you see the dirt on your car? Or do you see that you have a car? Do you see coworkers? Or do you see people that will help you out if your car needs a jump? It is these simple upgrades to your viewpoint that can really amp up your day, and in turn, your life.
A few years ago, I hated my job. I was miserable. I dreaded every moment I was there. I picked fights with co workers and my boss. Then I went on a extended maternity leave. I had to get out of there. I decided at the time that I needed a new job. I found one that was ready to hire me on the spot. I looked over the paperwork and had even been ok with the pay cut, the different hours and my lack of seniority. The lady who was doing the hiring then said the words, “you will need to make sure to work on how loud you are.” I was dumbfounded. Not at the random criticism, but at the fact that no matter where I worked, I would find drama. I would find headaches. I always had the potential of being miserable. I turned down the job. I went back to the place that I was sure hated me and I wasn’t even sure I had a position to go back to. In fact, I came back to not only a job, but family. These were people I had worked with for 6 years, and despite our differences, I really got the impression they were happy to see me. And rather than debate that in my head, I just accepted it. I was back where I should be. I made a point of being happy in my situation, rather than make it my hell.
Yes, positive outlook sounds so hippie. But there is some truth to those flower children. If you feel happy, you are happy. I am not suggesting that you won’t be sad at times, or so pissed you want to kick someone square in the head. But even those things can be looked at as happy making. When I rant to people, I swear, it cracks me up when I make them laugh. I feel almost like the angry is my happy at that point. I will sob at some silly commercial, and even though I feel sad inside, I can laugh at the fact that the cereal commercial caused me to cry like a baby. You have to find the humor in everything, or it will eat up all of your happy.
Case and point. Ken and I will have playful banter with one another about everything. Recently, though, I have let some of the financial stresses really get to me. Ken made a joke regarding me needing to win the lottery so we could get one of the cool houses we drove past in old Torrance. I should have laughed. It was funny! Instead, I found myself twisting into yet one more thing on the list of things that need to be done by me in my house. I found myself resenting Ken’s freedom of his career choice. It made me frustrated about my job, that I actually like! I was bitter and it was like a snowball effect. Nothing was good anymore. If you let the angry and sad be in charge, your happy will wither and die.
Everyone is always looking for the way to happiness. I can’t say that I found the only way. I can say I found my way. I have a wonderful family, I have fantastic friends, a good job and lots of cool critters to keep me warm at night. Not only that, but I have an appreciation of the mundane. The path to happiness starts in your soul. Everyone has the potential. Now all you have to do is let it grow. Nurture it, feed it, love it. All happiness is a state of mind. Are you ready to think that way?
I end with the sounds of Andy Bell singing to me from my iPod. I look over to the player, and I see pics of my two gorgeous boys. Below that is a picture of me and my man. But what I also see is a pack of my gum. Yep, it is the big things, but you can’t discount the little. The world isn’t black and white. There are so many colors in between that you have to see, and when you do see them, smile, dammit!
I am happy.
This phrase could be defined 100 different ways by 100 different people. You could be happy because you just got a raise, or you could be happy because your team won the big game or you could just be happy because you are wearing wonderfully sparkly shoes. You could be happy for all of those reasons all at once.
Happiness often is attached to variables in your life that bring you joy. These are things that can make you smile no matter how down you are, and things that light up your very being. One could argue that not all happy making things are the same potency level. This may in fact be true, but why can’t they all be more potent than we give them credit for?
A friend of mine asked me to explain what happiness means to me and how I would define it. I think that there is no simple answer to this, so it seems best to try to give examples of things that make me happy, and try to delve into what aspects these things have that contribute to my general state of happiness.
It could go without saying that my two boys are the things that make me the most happy. But it is important that it doesn’t go without a mention, for there is probably no greater joy to me then to have finally been able to have children. I am not saying kids are for everyone. I won’t lie and say that every moment being a parent has been one party after another, either. There are times when you just want to run screaming, especially in the beginning. The responsibility, the stress, the overwhelming fear that you are not good enough to handle this. I know these moments all too, well. When Bobby practically fell out of me, I truly didn’t feel the overwhelming sense of affection for this slimy mess. I actually laughed at the poor kid. He had this bubble gum ball for a chin that just was wrong. In all fairness, I was pretty heavily medicated, but even so, the first week with that kid was no picnic. But I wouldn’t change a bit. I actually kind of like that I didn’t insta bond with him. I like that I got to know him as Bobby, not just Fetus Bob or Baby Boy Brenan. I really got to know my son and even when he would throw up nasty smelling milk down my shirt or back talk to me when I ask him to do something, I get this peacefulness. I may yell, I may cry, I get frustrated at all of the ups and downs of mommyhood, but I still can’t help but look into those eyes and feel as though I have just been transported to my own wonderland.
I have read that you should love your husband more than you love your kids. The article said that since you have essentially chosen your partner, you love him more since the kids are all a nature thing. There is merit in this argument. I have confidence that Ken isn’t going to warrant a time out for throwing his food again. But it is more than that. When you find the one you are meant to be with, you don’t feel like you are really working at a relationship. Ken and I have issues. If we didn’t, we would be like one of Dax’s stinky diapers; full of crap. I can safely say that even when I am frustrated with the problems, I still want to tell Ken things before I tell anyone else the same thing. And maybe that is what makes Ken a huge happy factor. He is my best friend. It isn’t just about the sex, it isn’t just about the mundane crap you have to do around the house. When going to the grocery store with someone is fun, then you know you have a keeper.
As I have been writing this, I have been listening to my iPod churn out some of my favorite songs. “I want to hold your hand” is so simplistic, yet it is like a familiar sweater. It is comfy, warm, and smells perfect. I can tell you right now, there are certain songs that can pick me up even if I am crying. Music surrounds us with not just beautiful melodies or rambunctious rock. It is memories and feelings. It is a way that even in our saddest moments, can give us a voice. I know that there were tapes that I would play over and over again in high school when I was depressed. Does this mean I was more depressed? Not in the least bit. I had a way to channel all of my down emotions and I was able to move forward. Think about this. When you are sad, it a silent room more or less comforting than one with a song by your favorite artist? I will tell you right now, that silence makes me feel alone. But if George Michael is singing along with my pain, I feel like there is hope. That is what is part of happiness; hope. If you lack in the hope that things will get better, you will never be happy. And if you always have hope, even when you are sad, there is still the glimmer, which is that happiness.
What really is the secret for being happy? It isn’t having the husband, kids and the house, etc. It is the smallest things that make all the difference in the world. Trust me, if you put all your eggs in the family basket, you will be miserable. You can’t put it into the materialistic basket, either, since then when you don’t have stuff, you are miserable. Why not be happy at something as simple as a pack of gum.
Yes, gum falls into the materialistic basket, sort of. But it isn’t the gum. It is where it came from. Ken recently found in a clearance section 3 or 4 boxes of the gum I like. They were 25 cents a pack, which is like a dollar cheaper than it is normally. So he got it all for me. I brought it to work, and showed it off to Tammy, who was amused at how excited I was. She said it was so cool to see me excited over something as simple as gum. I got to thinking about that. Why can’t the act of getting me gum be one of the coolest things ever? I don’t have to wait for roses to feel loved. A simple text message saying, “Love” should be all it takes. I am happy when I see Dax gasp in admiration when he sees his brother in his Darth Vader costume. I am happy when my cat curls up in my lap every single night without me even calling him. I am happy when my 90210 records and it is a new episode. I am happy when it rains, I am happy when it is sunny out. Shouldn’t life, even when it is craptastic, be your ultimate happy making item?
There are people that are not happy. They have put too much emphasis on what makes them miserable. If you constantly look at the bad, you won’t have time to see all of the good around you. When you walk to your car from work, consider all of the things that you pass on your way. Do you see the dirt on your car? Or do you see that you have a car? Do you see coworkers? Or do you see people that will help you out if your car needs a jump? It is these simple upgrades to your viewpoint that can really amp up your day, and in turn, your life.
A few years ago, I hated my job. I was miserable. I dreaded every moment I was there. I picked fights with co workers and my boss. Then I went on a extended maternity leave. I had to get out of there. I decided at the time that I needed a new job. I found one that was ready to hire me on the spot. I looked over the paperwork and had even been ok with the pay cut, the different hours and my lack of seniority. The lady who was doing the hiring then said the words, “you will need to make sure to work on how loud you are.” I was dumbfounded. Not at the random criticism, but at the fact that no matter where I worked, I would find drama. I would find headaches. I always had the potential of being miserable. I turned down the job. I went back to the place that I was sure hated me and I wasn’t even sure I had a position to go back to. In fact, I came back to not only a job, but family. These were people I had worked with for 6 years, and despite our differences, I really got the impression they were happy to see me. And rather than debate that in my head, I just accepted it. I was back where I should be. I made a point of being happy in my situation, rather than make it my hell.
Yes, positive outlook sounds so hippie. But there is some truth to those flower children. If you feel happy, you are happy. I am not suggesting that you won’t be sad at times, or so pissed you want to kick someone square in the head. But even those things can be looked at as happy making. When I rant to people, I swear, it cracks me up when I make them laugh. I feel almost like the angry is my happy at that point. I will sob at some silly commercial, and even though I feel sad inside, I can laugh at the fact that the cereal commercial caused me to cry like a baby. You have to find the humor in everything, or it will eat up all of your happy.
Case and point. Ken and I will have playful banter with one another about everything. Recently, though, I have let some of the financial stresses really get to me. Ken made a joke regarding me needing to win the lottery so we could get one of the cool houses we drove past in old Torrance. I should have laughed. It was funny! Instead, I found myself twisting into yet one more thing on the list of things that need to be done by me in my house. I found myself resenting Ken’s freedom of his career choice. It made me frustrated about my job, that I actually like! I was bitter and it was like a snowball effect. Nothing was good anymore. If you let the angry and sad be in charge, your happy will wither and die.
Everyone is always looking for the way to happiness. I can’t say that I found the only way. I can say I found my way. I have a wonderful family, I have fantastic friends, a good job and lots of cool critters to keep me warm at night. Not only that, but I have an appreciation of the mundane. The path to happiness starts in your soul. Everyone has the potential. Now all you have to do is let it grow. Nurture it, feed it, love it. All happiness is a state of mind. Are you ready to think that way?
I end with the sounds of Andy Bell singing to me from my iPod. I look over to the player, and I see pics of my two gorgeous boys. Below that is a picture of me and my man. But what I also see is a pack of my gum. Yep, it is the big things, but you can’t discount the little. The world isn’t black and white. There are so many colors in between that you have to see, and when you do see them, smile, dammit!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I need to but a limit on my ramblings
3-12-09
I went ahead and trimmed my bangs last night. When I had brushed them out before the cut, they were almost at my chin. As much as it was fun when I swept my bangs to the side, they truly were just a smidge too short to put behind my ears, and really too long to just leave there. My hair grows so fast that having the bangs shorter will really only be for a couple weeks. It is nice that when they are the new length they don’t part anymore and it is a new look. I am pleased. Now I need to look into trimming off a few inches off of the main hair. I think I may do that first before the grand hack. If I get rid of some of the split ends and nappy part, perhaps the long hair will still be ok.
A package came yesterday which contained the coolest shoes ever! My mom in law had these sneakers that were for her singing group. They had pretty spangles sewn all over them. She had gold, silver and red, which of course I feel deeply in love with. I opened the box and there gleaming back at me was a pair of the red ones in my size. I felt like Dorothy! The boys gawked at them and I was happy that my offspring was equally as impressed with my shoes. I planned an outfit around them for today. I really just wanted to wear all black so they would stand out, but I opted to wear a read shirt. Only one person has seen them and she loved them. I feel magical today.
Some of my magic, though, was dampened when I got to work and found that my lunch had leaked out of its container. So my lunch bag is all wet with spaghetti sauce. To make matters worse, it also dripped on my chair and I didn’t notice it until I sat in the wet. Bleah! It is all cleaned up, and thank goodness for black pants, but still, uncool. Some even got on my ice. I guess I am using a different bag tomorrow!
I seem to have eyeliner or something under my thumb nail and another finger nail. I can’t get it out since I really need a nail brush. Very irritating since it looks like I have chocolate under my nails and am a slob.
Ken got the net back up and running. Apparently the Main Tivo, which has been having issues, crashed hard yesterday. So hard that it actually crashed the network. Uncool. But Ken got it back up and running. It does mean that the new hard drive that we had recently gotten was not ok. We will need to send it back to get a new one. This of course sucks since once again, we need to record all the kids shows. This really sucks when we just got a bunch of new Backyardigans and things like that. Oh well, we will manage. We lucked out really, since this season we are not watching very many shows, so there wasn’t much on the main Tivo that we lost. Ken is going to try to transfer some of the stuff to this other Tivo, but we know that it may not work.
I have decided to not wash my hair every day. I always read that you are not supposed to. I will take a shower, and I will add conditioner, but I will only shampoo every third day I think. This is day one of no washing. My hair does feel softer. You figure I am just building up on the conditioner, so maybe I am on to something. We will see. It may actually make the color last longer, too. Added bonus! Not that my hair color is expensive. LOL! I still have some of my $2 boxes. I think I have like 3 more. It does mean though, when that is gone, I will need a new hair color. Mine was discontinued, hence the $2 price on them. I wonder what I will use. Should be interesting.
We went to Target last night and managed to only get vacuum bags. I am so proud! There were a couple of other things I considered, but we were good. I looked for my tattoo Barbie, but they didn’t have her. I looked her up on Amazon. She is $40! Plus, when I looked last night, there was only 2 more in stock. I have a feeling I will not be in the possession of one of these dolls for some time.
I have a fun video of the boys dancing that I need to upload. I hate dealing with YouTube, but I think that will be the easiest way to do it. So I will do that this afternoon. I don’t think that there is anything on tap for today, so yay! Maybe when I get home I will do the uploads.
Tammy is right. If I had a little girl I would be a mess. She said that I would have to get her matching red sparkly shoes and I would end up having a mini me. Not that this is a bad thing, but it would be crazy. I spoil my boys. I would be out of control with a little girl, especially after having 2 boys. It would be nice to be able to afford another go around. I tried playing the lottery last night. They didn’t have the scratcher I wanted. I want the one where I get to go on the show. I may need to walk up to 7-11 tonight. Maybe I will load up the boys in the wagon and take a walk. That is crazy ambitious, so we will see how I feel later.
I think that the boys should have some comic books. If they like those, we can also show them Ken’s program that you can make your own comic books. I think they might enjoy that whole creative process.
We are working on trying to get Bobby to be more independent. We keep bribing him to get dressed before he comes out of his room. Really, I would be happy with him just getting dressed without being told, even if he comes out first. Today’s bribe is that he will get to go to work with Daddy if he does it. It was an easy offer. It is a bad day to take Bobby, but Ken knows that Bobby probably won’t do it.
I am in the sleepy state again.
There is this song that I have heard them play on 104.3 (I was going to call it KBIG, but then I remembered it is MyFM now, right?) that sounds like this one dude on America’s Got Talent names Cas Haley from a couple years ago. It was this kind of Jack Johnson, reggae style song. I really enjoy it, but I don’t know it well enough to be able to even begin to look it up. It is frustrating. I may listen to 104.3 today after Kevin & Bean. I have been listening to Jack, but they don’t play it. I looked up Cas, and it isn’t him (I was really hoping it was since it would mean he has done an album!) so now I have to figure out who it is. I bet it is one of those that I will only like the one song. Now that I think about it, though, I think American Idol sang it, too. Hmmmm…So it is a big song if my memory on the AI thing is true.
I found it!!!! I think….I just looked in my EW and looked at the top albums and found a name that wasn’t familiar. I looked him up. Jason Mraz, and he sings kind of Reggae per the Wiki entry. And the name of one of his songs sounds like the song!! I am all jazzed! Now I need to get the song. I think I can manage that now that I found the dude.
Where the hell is my rain??
I need to get hot chocolate. That tends to help.
I started watching Be Kind Rewind yesterday. I was hoping for funny and light hearted. Instead, I have depressing Danny Glover and this huge back story that seems lame. Jack Black’s part of the movie is almost like another movie altogether. I almost threw in the towel, but then they finally got to the part where they are refilming the movies. Thank goodness! It is actually funny so far how they are trying to recreate Ghostbusters, so I am hoping the rest of the movie picks up. I am going to let Ken watch it from this point. I figure I took a hit for him on the beginning.
We just got Iron Man yesterday, so that is way cool. We will watch it at some point this weekend. I also still have Superbad. I would say we could watch that tonight, but I need to catch up on American Idol. Really, I don’t do well on shows that are real time. I already know who was voted out, so it almost seems pointless. But I will keep trying. Now that they have changed the time to 9 instead of 8, which effectively also kills our new favorite show Lie To Me by putting them at 8 instead of letting them have the AI lead in. But the point I was trying to make is that 9 is too late for me to start watching it. I may need to suck it up, though. I could watch the actual performances, but then I would have to waste 2 hours which sounds all kinds of bad.
I made an omelet this morning. So yummy.
I have this strange craving for some rice krispy treats. I may need to make some with the boys. I think they would love the hell out of them.
So a couple months ago I saw a commercial (or I think I did, now I am questioning myself) that was for Rice Krispies. Not just any Rice Krispies, either. They were Mega Krispies. Each Krispy was this giant thing that looked awesome. I may have been seeing things. I have not seen the ad again, nor did I find anything online. I wanted them to be real. I love Rice Krispies and for them to be in a giant size would have been fun. I wonder where I saw this. I wonder what I was smoking when I saw it. I would do more extensive searching, but I can’t at work. I may need to do some hunting when I get home.
Mmmmmm….AM/PM hot dogs. I must be hungry. Lot of food talk. I think I would rather have a Weiner Dude hot dog.
3 years??? Dude who threw his shoe at Bush has 3 years in jail. Unacceptable. He should have gotten a parade, not jail time.
What is my obsession with parades?
The boys really want to get Pinocchio. I don’t know how to explain to them that it is so not going to be as good as they think. It is evil. Pedophile Gepetto makes him self a doll who grows when he lies. Can’t you hear him saying, “Lie to me Pinocchio, lie to me!” Ewww! Ok, then cut to him being kidnapped and given to creepy guy number two. Makes the poor doll dance. He gets away, then goes to another creepy place where they are turned into donkeys. It is like some kind of creepy child slavery. I have not seen it in ages, so I don’t remember how the whale comes into the picture, but that whole thing is terrifying. Everyone is eaten? It all works out in the end, and he goes home with original creepy dude. Then he becomes a real boy? What the hell? Why in the world would Gepetto want that? Shoot, a puppet kid has all the potential with none of the hassle. I will rent the movie for them to see if it is worth purchase. I have a feeling they won’t make it through more than 10 minutes.
Fascinating conversation on KROQ. Mike’s wife, Jenny, told him that he could get a massage that had a happy ending. They were discussing whether or not that would be cheating. Obviously not with them since they are both ok with it. But can couples feel this is ok? Is that something that is uncool? Does it mean you are into this chick giving you a massage if you are just relaxed and they just take it to the ultimate in relaxation. Then again, how relaxed are you when they do the part before the relaxing? I suppose it would make a man relaxed after, which is the ultimate goal. I don’t know how I feel about it. On one hand, as long as it wasn’t something that was happening like weekly or something, how is it any different than masturbation? He doesn’t know the chick, and in essence may not even be looking at her. It is purely sexual. However, couldn’t you say the same thing about a hooker or even someone that he might know that he would have sex with? I guess it goes into the question of permission. It also is all about how sensitive your partner is. I think me personally might worry that it was better with someone else. Even just the massage part. There is that wonder that why couldn’t I just massage him? Of course, I am not as good, but there are couples massage classes, and that might be better. I also am coming from a different situation. I hear about the wives that don’t actually like to have a lot of sex. These may be women ok with the happy ending since they don’t feel like having to do that and this keeps their husbands happy. I don’t have an issue with Ken going to a strip club. Shoot, he has ugly ass me as home, I don’t blame him if he wanted to go look at hot girls. I would just hope that he doesn’t feel like he is missing out on something better. I don’t think he would leave me for a stripper. I worry more (when I worry) about him leaving me for some chick that has more in common with him. Like one of the teachers or a geekier chick. I may be a geek hag, but I am not as geeky as some. So when he strikes up a friendship with some chick that is hot and has all the other stuff, it worries me. Like this one teacher who had these leeches that he was helping out. That whole thing worried me. They both like the leeches, teaching the kids, and she was super hot. She seemed like she dug Ken, and this was not long after Bobby was born, so really, I may have been less appealing at the time. Why wouldn’t he go with her, you know? Yes, he would be a damn fool since I am the best thing that has ever happened to him, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t allowed to make a mistake. For the record, I am not worried. I don’t think he is out getting massages with happy endings, and I feel fine with him. I wish I could say I would have no problem with it. Why? Why do I wish that? I guess I don’t. I am glad I am not comfortable 100% with that. If I pretended I was, then he went out and did it, it would be a very bad thing all around. Maybe if I was there with him? Ok, now we go into odd territory. Why does he need to do it at all? I suppose it comes to mind also since I was thinking he needed to go get a massage since he has complained about his back hurting. I also would like to get him back to the chiropractor. He loved the hell out of that. Me, not as much. But maybe that will help him. Now I am rambling. New topic!
I haven’t done a good journal topic in a while. Hmm..I need a good topic.
Why is Bust A Move a song that I can still listen to?
Apparently Bobby got dressed on his own. He did have to be reminded, but he did it all on his own, which is still good. So he is at work with Ken. I know he loves doing that. Ken said that even though today is hectic, there is one class of 4 and 5 years olds that will be good for Bobby to, as Ken put it, “be with his own kind”. LOL!
Ken is going to try and see a movie with Aaron tomorrow. Should be interesting. They are going after his last class, so it is kind of early, so it may work. At the very least, they will hang out, so this is a good thing. I am curious as to how pissy Dax is going to get when we leave Bobby behind tomorrow. He was pretty upset when Bobby went in Ken’s car from there on Tuesday. He just really likes all 4 of us together. Although, he has also taken to saying the phrase, “Where’s my daddy?” which cracks me up. It sounds like “Who’s your daddy” the way he says it. I may need to teach him “What you talking about Willis?” His voice is deep enough for it.
When I picked up the boys yesterday, Bobby actually told me to go back to work so he could play longer. He then informed me I had to stay there for 2 weeks, and then I could come back. I am pretty sure Maria doesn’t want to have Bobby that long. LOL!
I need a new radio. The volume situation is getting out of hand. I now can just wave my hand near the volume and it shoots up real loud or all the way down. Not touching it, people. I was blowing on it a second ago. I suppose I can get the same kind, although I am leery. I have now had two different iPod/radios that have had issues. I may need to just get a small radio and a little iPod speaker thing. Although it needs to be able to charge my iPod since mine is so old the battery doesn’t keep a long charge anymore. I got it before we had the kids, so you know it is old! I am impressed at how long it has lasted. It would be fun to have one where I could watch shows and stuff. You know, since I have gobs of time. LOL! Actually, it would be good at lunch or waiting in the car in the mornings. Plus, I probably could put videos of the boys on it. I may just need that iTouch. I think that has everything but the phone. I don’t really need the phone. I just like the idea of having all my music there, and photos, and videos and stuff. I wonder how much those run. Maybe I will look it up at lunch time. There are more important things I want first. The Wii for sure.
I went ahead and trimmed my bangs last night. When I had brushed them out before the cut, they were almost at my chin. As much as it was fun when I swept my bangs to the side, they truly were just a smidge too short to put behind my ears, and really too long to just leave there. My hair grows so fast that having the bangs shorter will really only be for a couple weeks. It is nice that when they are the new length they don’t part anymore and it is a new look. I am pleased. Now I need to look into trimming off a few inches off of the main hair. I think I may do that first before the grand hack. If I get rid of some of the split ends and nappy part, perhaps the long hair will still be ok.
A package came yesterday which contained the coolest shoes ever! My mom in law had these sneakers that were for her singing group. They had pretty spangles sewn all over them. She had gold, silver and red, which of course I feel deeply in love with. I opened the box and there gleaming back at me was a pair of the red ones in my size. I felt like Dorothy! The boys gawked at them and I was happy that my offspring was equally as impressed with my shoes. I planned an outfit around them for today. I really just wanted to wear all black so they would stand out, but I opted to wear a read shirt. Only one person has seen them and she loved them. I feel magical today.
Some of my magic, though, was dampened when I got to work and found that my lunch had leaked out of its container. So my lunch bag is all wet with spaghetti sauce. To make matters worse, it also dripped on my chair and I didn’t notice it until I sat in the wet. Bleah! It is all cleaned up, and thank goodness for black pants, but still, uncool. Some even got on my ice. I guess I am using a different bag tomorrow!
I seem to have eyeliner or something under my thumb nail and another finger nail. I can’t get it out since I really need a nail brush. Very irritating since it looks like I have chocolate under my nails and am a slob.
Ken got the net back up and running. Apparently the Main Tivo, which has been having issues, crashed hard yesterday. So hard that it actually crashed the network. Uncool. But Ken got it back up and running. It does mean that the new hard drive that we had recently gotten was not ok. We will need to send it back to get a new one. This of course sucks since once again, we need to record all the kids shows. This really sucks when we just got a bunch of new Backyardigans and things like that. Oh well, we will manage. We lucked out really, since this season we are not watching very many shows, so there wasn’t much on the main Tivo that we lost. Ken is going to try to transfer some of the stuff to this other Tivo, but we know that it may not work.
I have decided to not wash my hair every day. I always read that you are not supposed to. I will take a shower, and I will add conditioner, but I will only shampoo every third day I think. This is day one of no washing. My hair does feel softer. You figure I am just building up on the conditioner, so maybe I am on to something. We will see. It may actually make the color last longer, too. Added bonus! Not that my hair color is expensive. LOL! I still have some of my $2 boxes. I think I have like 3 more. It does mean though, when that is gone, I will need a new hair color. Mine was discontinued, hence the $2 price on them. I wonder what I will use. Should be interesting.
We went to Target last night and managed to only get vacuum bags. I am so proud! There were a couple of other things I considered, but we were good. I looked for my tattoo Barbie, but they didn’t have her. I looked her up on Amazon. She is $40! Plus, when I looked last night, there was only 2 more in stock. I have a feeling I will not be in the possession of one of these dolls for some time.
I have a fun video of the boys dancing that I need to upload. I hate dealing with YouTube, but I think that will be the easiest way to do it. So I will do that this afternoon. I don’t think that there is anything on tap for today, so yay! Maybe when I get home I will do the uploads.
Tammy is right. If I had a little girl I would be a mess. She said that I would have to get her matching red sparkly shoes and I would end up having a mini me. Not that this is a bad thing, but it would be crazy. I spoil my boys. I would be out of control with a little girl, especially after having 2 boys. It would be nice to be able to afford another go around. I tried playing the lottery last night. They didn’t have the scratcher I wanted. I want the one where I get to go on the show. I may need to walk up to 7-11 tonight. Maybe I will load up the boys in the wagon and take a walk. That is crazy ambitious, so we will see how I feel later.
I think that the boys should have some comic books. If they like those, we can also show them Ken’s program that you can make your own comic books. I think they might enjoy that whole creative process.
We are working on trying to get Bobby to be more independent. We keep bribing him to get dressed before he comes out of his room. Really, I would be happy with him just getting dressed without being told, even if he comes out first. Today’s bribe is that he will get to go to work with Daddy if he does it. It was an easy offer. It is a bad day to take Bobby, but Ken knows that Bobby probably won’t do it.
I am in the sleepy state again.
There is this song that I have heard them play on 104.3 (I was going to call it KBIG, but then I remembered it is MyFM now, right?) that sounds like this one dude on America’s Got Talent names Cas Haley from a couple years ago. It was this kind of Jack Johnson, reggae style song. I really enjoy it, but I don’t know it well enough to be able to even begin to look it up. It is frustrating. I may listen to 104.3 today after Kevin & Bean. I have been listening to Jack, but they don’t play it. I looked up Cas, and it isn’t him (I was really hoping it was since it would mean he has done an album!) so now I have to figure out who it is. I bet it is one of those that I will only like the one song. Now that I think about it, though, I think American Idol sang it, too. Hmmmm…So it is a big song if my memory on the AI thing is true.
I found it!!!! I think….I just looked in my EW and looked at the top albums and found a name that wasn’t familiar. I looked him up. Jason Mraz, and he sings kind of Reggae per the Wiki entry. And the name of one of his songs sounds like the song!! I am all jazzed! Now I need to get the song. I think I can manage that now that I found the dude.
Where the hell is my rain??
I need to get hot chocolate. That tends to help.
I started watching Be Kind Rewind yesterday. I was hoping for funny and light hearted. Instead, I have depressing Danny Glover and this huge back story that seems lame. Jack Black’s part of the movie is almost like another movie altogether. I almost threw in the towel, but then they finally got to the part where they are refilming the movies. Thank goodness! It is actually funny so far how they are trying to recreate Ghostbusters, so I am hoping the rest of the movie picks up. I am going to let Ken watch it from this point. I figure I took a hit for him on the beginning.
We just got Iron Man yesterday, so that is way cool. We will watch it at some point this weekend. I also still have Superbad. I would say we could watch that tonight, but I need to catch up on American Idol. Really, I don’t do well on shows that are real time. I already know who was voted out, so it almost seems pointless. But I will keep trying. Now that they have changed the time to 9 instead of 8, which effectively also kills our new favorite show Lie To Me by putting them at 8 instead of letting them have the AI lead in. But the point I was trying to make is that 9 is too late for me to start watching it. I may need to suck it up, though. I could watch the actual performances, but then I would have to waste 2 hours which sounds all kinds of bad.
I made an omelet this morning. So yummy.
I have this strange craving for some rice krispy treats. I may need to make some with the boys. I think they would love the hell out of them.
So a couple months ago I saw a commercial (or I think I did, now I am questioning myself) that was for Rice Krispies. Not just any Rice Krispies, either. They were Mega Krispies. Each Krispy was this giant thing that looked awesome. I may have been seeing things. I have not seen the ad again, nor did I find anything online. I wanted them to be real. I love Rice Krispies and for them to be in a giant size would have been fun. I wonder where I saw this. I wonder what I was smoking when I saw it. I would do more extensive searching, but I can’t at work. I may need to do some hunting when I get home.
Mmmmmm….AM/PM hot dogs. I must be hungry. Lot of food talk. I think I would rather have a Weiner Dude hot dog.
3 years??? Dude who threw his shoe at Bush has 3 years in jail. Unacceptable. He should have gotten a parade, not jail time.
What is my obsession with parades?
The boys really want to get Pinocchio. I don’t know how to explain to them that it is so not going to be as good as they think. It is evil. Pedophile Gepetto makes him self a doll who grows when he lies. Can’t you hear him saying, “Lie to me Pinocchio, lie to me!” Ewww! Ok, then cut to him being kidnapped and given to creepy guy number two. Makes the poor doll dance. He gets away, then goes to another creepy place where they are turned into donkeys. It is like some kind of creepy child slavery. I have not seen it in ages, so I don’t remember how the whale comes into the picture, but that whole thing is terrifying. Everyone is eaten? It all works out in the end, and he goes home with original creepy dude. Then he becomes a real boy? What the hell? Why in the world would Gepetto want that? Shoot, a puppet kid has all the potential with none of the hassle. I will rent the movie for them to see if it is worth purchase. I have a feeling they won’t make it through more than 10 minutes.
Fascinating conversation on KROQ. Mike’s wife, Jenny, told him that he could get a massage that had a happy ending. They were discussing whether or not that would be cheating. Obviously not with them since they are both ok with it. But can couples feel this is ok? Is that something that is uncool? Does it mean you are into this chick giving you a massage if you are just relaxed and they just take it to the ultimate in relaxation. Then again, how relaxed are you when they do the part before the relaxing? I suppose it would make a man relaxed after, which is the ultimate goal. I don’t know how I feel about it. On one hand, as long as it wasn’t something that was happening like weekly or something, how is it any different than masturbation? He doesn’t know the chick, and in essence may not even be looking at her. It is purely sexual. However, couldn’t you say the same thing about a hooker or even someone that he might know that he would have sex with? I guess it goes into the question of permission. It also is all about how sensitive your partner is. I think me personally might worry that it was better with someone else. Even just the massage part. There is that wonder that why couldn’t I just massage him? Of course, I am not as good, but there are couples massage classes, and that might be better. I also am coming from a different situation. I hear about the wives that don’t actually like to have a lot of sex. These may be women ok with the happy ending since they don’t feel like having to do that and this keeps their husbands happy. I don’t have an issue with Ken going to a strip club. Shoot, he has ugly ass me as home, I don’t blame him if he wanted to go look at hot girls. I would just hope that he doesn’t feel like he is missing out on something better. I don’t think he would leave me for a stripper. I worry more (when I worry) about him leaving me for some chick that has more in common with him. Like one of the teachers or a geekier chick. I may be a geek hag, but I am not as geeky as some. So when he strikes up a friendship with some chick that is hot and has all the other stuff, it worries me. Like this one teacher who had these leeches that he was helping out. That whole thing worried me. They both like the leeches, teaching the kids, and she was super hot. She seemed like she dug Ken, and this was not long after Bobby was born, so really, I may have been less appealing at the time. Why wouldn’t he go with her, you know? Yes, he would be a damn fool since I am the best thing that has ever happened to him, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t allowed to make a mistake. For the record, I am not worried. I don’t think he is out getting massages with happy endings, and I feel fine with him. I wish I could say I would have no problem with it. Why? Why do I wish that? I guess I don’t. I am glad I am not comfortable 100% with that. If I pretended I was, then he went out and did it, it would be a very bad thing all around. Maybe if I was there with him? Ok, now we go into odd territory. Why does he need to do it at all? I suppose it comes to mind also since I was thinking he needed to go get a massage since he has complained about his back hurting. I also would like to get him back to the chiropractor. He loved the hell out of that. Me, not as much. But maybe that will help him. Now I am rambling. New topic!
I haven’t done a good journal topic in a while. Hmm..I need a good topic.
Why is Bust A Move a song that I can still listen to?
Apparently Bobby got dressed on his own. He did have to be reminded, but he did it all on his own, which is still good. So he is at work with Ken. I know he loves doing that. Ken said that even though today is hectic, there is one class of 4 and 5 years olds that will be good for Bobby to, as Ken put it, “be with his own kind”. LOL!
Ken is going to try and see a movie with Aaron tomorrow. Should be interesting. They are going after his last class, so it is kind of early, so it may work. At the very least, they will hang out, so this is a good thing. I am curious as to how pissy Dax is going to get when we leave Bobby behind tomorrow. He was pretty upset when Bobby went in Ken’s car from there on Tuesday. He just really likes all 4 of us together. Although, he has also taken to saying the phrase, “Where’s my daddy?” which cracks me up. It sounds like “Who’s your daddy” the way he says it. I may need to teach him “What you talking about Willis?” His voice is deep enough for it.
When I picked up the boys yesterday, Bobby actually told me to go back to work so he could play longer. He then informed me I had to stay there for 2 weeks, and then I could come back. I am pretty sure Maria doesn’t want to have Bobby that long. LOL!
I need a new radio. The volume situation is getting out of hand. I now can just wave my hand near the volume and it shoots up real loud or all the way down. Not touching it, people. I was blowing on it a second ago. I suppose I can get the same kind, although I am leery. I have now had two different iPod/radios that have had issues. I may need to just get a small radio and a little iPod speaker thing. Although it needs to be able to charge my iPod since mine is so old the battery doesn’t keep a long charge anymore. I got it before we had the kids, so you know it is old! I am impressed at how long it has lasted. It would be fun to have one where I could watch shows and stuff. You know, since I have gobs of time. LOL! Actually, it would be good at lunch or waiting in the car in the mornings. Plus, I probably could put videos of the boys on it. I may just need that iTouch. I think that has everything but the phone. I don’t really need the phone. I just like the idea of having all my music there, and photos, and videos and stuff. I wonder how much those run. Maybe I will look it up at lunch time. There are more important things I want first. The Wii for sure.
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