6-29-09
The celebrities are dropping like flies! Now Billy Mays is dead? It is crazy on so many levels. I can safely say I didn’t want to look at the news this morning for fear that someone else had passed.
Saturday was busy. We watched Sabrina most of the day. It was cool because even though she is so quiet, she did look excited to be there. We did a little finger painting, we did some splashing in the little pool, bubble blowing, and just general playing all day. Our original plan was for quiet time around 1. We were pretty sure no one would sleep, so we set up 3 sleeping bags in the living room and turned on the Little Mermaid. Sabrina used the potty twice (one pee, one poo) and then the third time (all within about 10 minutes) I wondered what was up. I took her towards the bathroom and she tells me, “Nap time!” I was surprised, but let her go sleep on Bobby’s bed. She did get up and check out the room for a few minutes, but then lied back down and fell asleep for a couple hours. I was in shock! I was glad she slept, though. Stephanie said she had been up late the night before, so with all the play and lack of sleep, I am sure she was beat!
We must have tired out our own kids, too. We ate dinner a little late, and instead of a bath, we watched Kung Fu Panda as a mellow out session. Dax fell asleep watching the movie, and Bobby almost did. I moved Dax into his room and he never once opened his eyes. Bobby crashed within 5 minutes of crawling into bed. It was a great sleeping night for all!
Sunday was super mellow. Bowling as usual. We got home after a quick jaunt to the store, and we did very little. The boys were still tired, and both napped for a long time. We even had to get Dax up at 4 since he had been asleep since 12:30! Bobby got up around 2:30 so he and I went in the pool. It was fun just him and I since we could talk, and I showed him what he would need to do to learn to swim. It was nice to not worry about anything else.
Dax got up and wasn’t thrilled about it. He wanted in the pool, but it took him a good 15 minutes before he would let go of his grip around my neck. We stayed in the pool for another hour or so and then went in for the night. Once again, pretty mellow, and a good night.
Of course, I am still tired, but that happens when you have to go to work. LOL!
Ken got me some humane mouse traps, so my plan is to set them up before I leave for the day. I don’t see much poo if any at my desk. I doubt that the two caught on Friday are it. Mice reproduce like crazy, so it would make sense that there were more. Even if there are not now, I have the traps for future outbreaks.
I am on my new diet. I decided I am a fat load and I can’t deal with it anymore. I had a light breakfast, and am about to track down a snack. I have a light lunch, too. I need to do the exercise thing, too, but I think one thing at a time. I am cutting portions first, then let’s see where I end up. I would love to do a crash diet for this next month so I am down a bit for our trip. That would be nice. I would imagine some of the pool time is good exercise since I go in circles for a while. Not a lot of course, but every little bit counts!
The close is today, so my busy day is tomorrow. Although I am hoping to handle a couple of reports today. I always debate on doing them after the reports are complete, but I think that it doesn’t have any real bearing on a couple of things I need to run. So perhaps I will get those out of the way.
We may be going to the Redondo Pier area to watch fireworks on Saturday. My folks went to the area near there last year and said it was good. I just worry that the kids will be bored. But I think we will figure something out.
Concerts in the park started up, and Backbeat is playing in August. We are so there!!
I am freezing. I may need to put on a jacket!!
I just set two of my humane mouse traps. I may set another one on Esther’s desk since I know she gets the droppings, too. I don’t really know where we will release them once we catch them. The park?
I need a freaking nap!
MaryAnn is being stupid this morning. She just asked me how to check orders, despite her having been here 20 years.
Apparently I missed quite the debacle on BET last night. They had their awards show that was supposed to pay tribute to MJ. I opted to not watch since I was sure I would be annoyed. Tammy said it was more annoying than she can even describe! It re-airs on Tuesday, so I will have to watch. It was tacky, poorly put together, and by all accounts, just plain wrong. Why make an awards show a tribute show to someone not winning an award? It isn’t fair to the artists winning. It isn’t fair to the person you are celebrating. Why not wait a week and do it up nice?
So my mom’s criticism of my lakers piece was that if I wanted it published in the papers, it had to be funnier. More wit and sarcasm. Not that it wasn’t written well, but as she pointed out, more people would rather read me slamming them in a comical way then the obvious. So more sarcasm, huh? I think I can manage.
I have a band-aid on one thumb and my pointing finger on my other hand. Typing is hard.
Friday may be a rare day in which Ken and I have off, and the kids have daycare! If this is the case, we might go see a movie. Perhaps the Hangover? Of course, it will be one of those days that Maria decides to take off, so in that case, we will do some family stuff. Thursday, I think that the boys and I will go up to Ken’s summer school with him and check it all out. Then after, we would go to the museum to see the dinosaurs. Should be fun!
Based on how hot today is supposed to be, I have a feeling pool time is in order when I get home. We can BBQ our steaks and make sure the backyard is all clean for the gardeners, so it is a good excuse.
I like to give the boys a bath every day, but I wonder if we need to with the pool time every day. They aren’t “dirty”.
I think I on the verge of starting. Probably the worst time ever to start a freaking diet.
I don’t know why I am so sleepy. I really am having problems concentrating.
Bobby has decided that he really likes the new Green Day single.
Watched the rest of the 2nd disc of HIMYM, loved it! I think we actually have some episodes that we have not seen on this next disc. YAY! It looks like we have 2, maybe 3 we have seen, but then like 4 we have not! Plus, I sent my other disc back, so I get disc one of season 3, so we will be set. I am so jazzed.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
other stuff
6-26-09
It has been a strange morning all around. Dead mice, boss out, everyone needing my assistance on things. Yet the day still seems to be dragging.
Ken went down to check on the pups this morning and spoke to the nice lady we talked to before. She told him that unless we claimed them at that point, they would probably be adopted out by the end of the day. This is actually good news! If they can get homes quickly, then we are set. It sounds like we have an unofficial date of Sunday to adopt to save them, so I think a family visit to the shelter on Sunday is in order to check on them. They will still be there since they won’t release them unless they have been fixed and they don’t fix until Mondays. It means we can say our goodbyes and make sure they have homes lined up. If they don’t, I guess I will be picking them up Tuesday!
I would so leave early today but with Jim and Fred out, I would be setting myself up for trouble.
I need to go by Target tonight. Shampoo is a must, finger paints and maybe some other craft thing. We are watching Miss Breena tomorrow, so I want to make sure to be a good host. We are going to avoid the pool. I get stressed enough watching my own kids splash around without having to deal with more crazy. We may do the little kiddie pool, but don’t know yet.
I still need to do some cleaning. With the Michael Jackson stuff, I swear, we shut down. We watched the news, read the net and went a little overboard with information. By the time the kids were in bed, I couldn’t watch another minute. Luckily we had HIMYM, so we watched a couple of episodes.
As much as I would like to stay up tonight and watch the rest of this disc of episodes, I think I need to try for some sleep.
I have been listening to K-Earth all morning, which is quite a change from my normal music format. I like most of the oldies, so it isn’t too crazy for me. I am glad they are not doing all Jackson anymore. I think I would have been burned out since despite liking a lot of his music, I certainly don’t like all of it. Jackson 5? I can listen to a lot. The other stuff, not so much. What is funny is that they really have mostly only played Jackson 5 with the occasional 80’s stuff. I wonder why that is.
So Ken filled out something for this cash for clunkers thing. It forwards info to a car lot that participates. Part of the program is buying a new car. These people at Norm Reeves have emailed me 4 times, and left at least 2 messages (they have Ken’s cell phone and he said in one message on my email that he called 3 times to that). What the fuck buddy? It has been 2 days. Chill the fuck out. I can safely say I would not buy a car from them if it was $1!
I am so bored! In 30 minutes I can dink on the net a bit, so that will help. And really, it will be time to go home very soon. I just wish it would hurry up.
It has been a strange morning all around. Dead mice, boss out, everyone needing my assistance on things. Yet the day still seems to be dragging.
Ken went down to check on the pups this morning and spoke to the nice lady we talked to before. She told him that unless we claimed them at that point, they would probably be adopted out by the end of the day. This is actually good news! If they can get homes quickly, then we are set. It sounds like we have an unofficial date of Sunday to adopt to save them, so I think a family visit to the shelter on Sunday is in order to check on them. They will still be there since they won’t release them unless they have been fixed and they don’t fix until Mondays. It means we can say our goodbyes and make sure they have homes lined up. If they don’t, I guess I will be picking them up Tuesday!
I would so leave early today but with Jim and Fred out, I would be setting myself up for trouble.
I need to go by Target tonight. Shampoo is a must, finger paints and maybe some other craft thing. We are watching Miss Breena tomorrow, so I want to make sure to be a good host. We are going to avoid the pool. I get stressed enough watching my own kids splash around without having to deal with more crazy. We may do the little kiddie pool, but don’t know yet.
I still need to do some cleaning. With the Michael Jackson stuff, I swear, we shut down. We watched the news, read the net and went a little overboard with information. By the time the kids were in bed, I couldn’t watch another minute. Luckily we had HIMYM, so we watched a couple of episodes.
As much as I would like to stay up tonight and watch the rest of this disc of episodes, I think I need to try for some sleep.
I have been listening to K-Earth all morning, which is quite a change from my normal music format. I like most of the oldies, so it isn’t too crazy for me. I am glad they are not doing all Jackson anymore. I think I would have been burned out since despite liking a lot of his music, I certainly don’t like all of it. Jackson 5? I can listen to a lot. The other stuff, not so much. What is funny is that they really have mostly only played Jackson 5 with the occasional 80’s stuff. I wonder why that is.
So Ken filled out something for this cash for clunkers thing. It forwards info to a car lot that participates. Part of the program is buying a new car. These people at Norm Reeves have emailed me 4 times, and left at least 2 messages (they have Ken’s cell phone and he said in one message on my email that he called 3 times to that). What the fuck buddy? It has been 2 days. Chill the fuck out. I can safely say I would not buy a car from them if it was $1!
I am so bored! In 30 minutes I can dink on the net a bit, so that will help. And really, it will be time to go home very soon. I just wish it would hurry up.
RIP Michael Jackson
6-26-09
I was never a crazy fan of his. I have enjoyed a lot of his songs, and when some come on I can’t help but dance. My brother’s friend back in elementary school gave him a copy of Thriller for his birthday. This was big to him. I remember watching videos of his in the library of my middle school and noting that most of them looked like workout videos since he was always the front man with several dancers copying his every move behind him. One didn’t even have other dancers, just other images of himself dancing along with the infectious beat. I actually made a point of being in front of MTV when they had the world premiere of Back or White, being quite impressed with the whole thing. The video for Leave Me Alone constantly mesmerizes me and it is one of those songs that gives a rare insight into a troubled man who despite losing his life at the age of 50, will always be that little boy belting out ABC to me.
In case you were under a rock yesterday, Michael Jackson died from a cardiac arrest. I was on Facebook when someone posted a link to TMZ with the headline Michael Jackson Dies. I thought it was a hoax at first. Yet I knew that Harvey Levin would never post it unless he knew for sure. The other news outlets were slow to confirm. It took them at least another hour. A few were so bold to post TMZ as a source of this information, but then only reported he was in the hospital, or that he was in a coma. In fact, based on the time of death, and the reports that came out in the subsequent hour or so, most of the news was incorrect. LA Times confirmed from their own sources, and within a few minutes, the net, which was brought almost to a halt due to the insane amount of traffic, agreed, there was no hope for their “King”.
I went into my own net info overload. I stared in disbelief at the screen as I jumped from site to site. On an already busy FB day for me, I watched comments posted every second. My brain was fried. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I found myself helping to spread the hoax website that had been set up to pray on the already mourning public. The site had indicated that as if it wasn’t bad enough that we lost Farrah and Michael in one day, now Jeff Goldblum had fallen to his death in New Zealand. There was a web site that an already shocked me looked at with believing eyes. It looked legit, and even though a web search came up with nothing, I chalked it up to the coverage of MJ. No one was going to pay attention to anyone else. Luckily Brandy was thinking straight and she forwarded me the Snopes page debunking the old rumor with an updated actor name. Apparently yesterday also saw the rumors of Harrison Ford dying. I am glad I wasn’t taken in by that one.
As I drove in to work this morning, I found myself flipping through the stations. I never do that in the mornings since I listen to Kevin and Bean. But I knew that they were doing best of so there was nothing there I had not heard before. I was sure someone was paying tribute. I found it. On K-EARTH they are playing his music all day. I listened as I drove in to his songs. Yet when I got to work, I have kept it on KROQ. I figure I will turn back to it when the show is over. I don’t know why, exactly. I guess this is one of those days that no matter how big a fan you were, you pay tribute in any small way you can.
I downloaded the Jackson Wiki page and the LA Times obit. I am pretty sure I know all there is to know, yet I keep looking at the thousands of new articles being posted on him. I don’t know what I expect to discover. But we as a society, and me especially, are drawn to tragedy and death of our idols.
And as sad as this sounds, I think that it is good that he died young. He loved the fans, and even in his pajama bottoms and slippers at his trial, you saw that he was a young man. I think had he died at 100, we wouldn’t be as rabid about it. It is the shock and awe that will put him on the map of other fallen stars who died before their time. Elvis, Monroe, Lennon, and now Jackson. Sure, they all had unmistakable talent. But Jackson especially needed to have tragedy to keep his legacy alive. Had he faded away, that may have been even more tragic.
My heart goes out to his kids, who even though must have had such a strange upbringing so far, always did seem happy around their father. You wonder if they understand the magnitude of what their dad was. To them, he wasn’t the King of Pop, he was just Pop. I only hope that they find closure and are granted as much of a normal life that they can have. Maybe their mother can be a bigger part of the picture now.
This may sound cold, but truly I had forgotten that he was black. I wish I could say it was because I don’t see color. But in reality, when I look at him, his almost freakish appearance superseded any race. You see old footage of him in front of prominent black leaders (blowhards) and it hits you, oh yeah, he is black! It doesn’t matter if he is black or white, because he did influence many people of different colors.
There is a part of me that wants to go to some kind of memorial for him. You know there will be some kind of public funeral or memorial done for him. It seems silly, but this seems like a time in which I should be a part of it, if only a number.
One of the celebrity tour busses happened to be in front of his house when the ambulance was there getting him. It even accidentally blocked the ambulance for a period of time. That would be quite the star tour.
I am now immersed in Jackson music. That is really how he should be remembered today. Not the crazy nose or court cases. Of course he had demons and wasn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but he had talent, and let’s remember that. Tomorrow you can hate, tomorrow you can criticize, tomorrow you can not care one lick. Today, let’s just dance to the music, and know that truly, an artist has passed. Rest in Peace, Michael. May any suffering you had be gone and know you will be remembered.
I was never a crazy fan of his. I have enjoyed a lot of his songs, and when some come on I can’t help but dance. My brother’s friend back in elementary school gave him a copy of Thriller for his birthday. This was big to him. I remember watching videos of his in the library of my middle school and noting that most of them looked like workout videos since he was always the front man with several dancers copying his every move behind him. One didn’t even have other dancers, just other images of himself dancing along with the infectious beat. I actually made a point of being in front of MTV when they had the world premiere of Back or White, being quite impressed with the whole thing. The video for Leave Me Alone constantly mesmerizes me and it is one of those songs that gives a rare insight into a troubled man who despite losing his life at the age of 50, will always be that little boy belting out ABC to me.
In case you were under a rock yesterday, Michael Jackson died from a cardiac arrest. I was on Facebook when someone posted a link to TMZ with the headline Michael Jackson Dies. I thought it was a hoax at first. Yet I knew that Harvey Levin would never post it unless he knew for sure. The other news outlets were slow to confirm. It took them at least another hour. A few were so bold to post TMZ as a source of this information, but then only reported he was in the hospital, or that he was in a coma. In fact, based on the time of death, and the reports that came out in the subsequent hour or so, most of the news was incorrect. LA Times confirmed from their own sources, and within a few minutes, the net, which was brought almost to a halt due to the insane amount of traffic, agreed, there was no hope for their “King”.
I went into my own net info overload. I stared in disbelief at the screen as I jumped from site to site. On an already busy FB day for me, I watched comments posted every second. My brain was fried. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I found myself helping to spread the hoax website that had been set up to pray on the already mourning public. The site had indicated that as if it wasn’t bad enough that we lost Farrah and Michael in one day, now Jeff Goldblum had fallen to his death in New Zealand. There was a web site that an already shocked me looked at with believing eyes. It looked legit, and even though a web search came up with nothing, I chalked it up to the coverage of MJ. No one was going to pay attention to anyone else. Luckily Brandy was thinking straight and she forwarded me the Snopes page debunking the old rumor with an updated actor name. Apparently yesterday also saw the rumors of Harrison Ford dying. I am glad I wasn’t taken in by that one.
As I drove in to work this morning, I found myself flipping through the stations. I never do that in the mornings since I listen to Kevin and Bean. But I knew that they were doing best of so there was nothing there I had not heard before. I was sure someone was paying tribute. I found it. On K-EARTH they are playing his music all day. I listened as I drove in to his songs. Yet when I got to work, I have kept it on KROQ. I figure I will turn back to it when the show is over. I don’t know why, exactly. I guess this is one of those days that no matter how big a fan you were, you pay tribute in any small way you can.
I downloaded the Jackson Wiki page and the LA Times obit. I am pretty sure I know all there is to know, yet I keep looking at the thousands of new articles being posted on him. I don’t know what I expect to discover. But we as a society, and me especially, are drawn to tragedy and death of our idols.
And as sad as this sounds, I think that it is good that he died young. He loved the fans, and even in his pajama bottoms and slippers at his trial, you saw that he was a young man. I think had he died at 100, we wouldn’t be as rabid about it. It is the shock and awe that will put him on the map of other fallen stars who died before their time. Elvis, Monroe, Lennon, and now Jackson. Sure, they all had unmistakable talent. But Jackson especially needed to have tragedy to keep his legacy alive. Had he faded away, that may have been even more tragic.
My heart goes out to his kids, who even though must have had such a strange upbringing so far, always did seem happy around their father. You wonder if they understand the magnitude of what their dad was. To them, he wasn’t the King of Pop, he was just Pop. I only hope that they find closure and are granted as much of a normal life that they can have. Maybe their mother can be a bigger part of the picture now.
This may sound cold, but truly I had forgotten that he was black. I wish I could say it was because I don’t see color. But in reality, when I look at him, his almost freakish appearance superseded any race. You see old footage of him in front of prominent black leaders (blowhards) and it hits you, oh yeah, he is black! It doesn’t matter if he is black or white, because he did influence many people of different colors.
There is a part of me that wants to go to some kind of memorial for him. You know there will be some kind of public funeral or memorial done for him. It seems silly, but this seems like a time in which I should be a part of it, if only a number.
One of the celebrity tour busses happened to be in front of his house when the ambulance was there getting him. It even accidentally blocked the ambulance for a period of time. That would be quite the star tour.
I am now immersed in Jackson music. That is really how he should be remembered today. Not the crazy nose or court cases. Of course he had demons and wasn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but he had talent, and let’s remember that. Tomorrow you can hate, tomorrow you can criticize, tomorrow you can not care one lick. Today, let’s just dance to the music, and know that truly, an artist has passed. Rest in Peace, Michael. May any suffering you had be gone and know you will be remembered.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
the decision
6-25-09
As of this morning, our decision is to let the shelters do their job. They will be able to find homes for the two pups. It sucks that they will most likely be separated, but it is in the best interest of everyone that they get homes that are not the evil lady house.
We went and saw the pups yesterday, so this was my first meeting with them. They were both adorable and sweet, but I was pretty quick to feel less from the girl dog. She seemed more aggressive than I would have liked. A Rotwieller was near by that was being I think put in a cage, and she was barking like crazy and growling at it. I didn’t like how crazed she looked. It wasn’t horrible, but enough for me to feel not great about her being part of our family. The boy dog was a big loveable dope. I adored him. Really sweet, oblivious to other dogs, and happy as a clam just to lick my fingers through the gate. We were not allowed to actually interact with them aside from on the other side of the gate, only because they were still on hold for the owner. But we did hang with them for 20 minutes or so.
We found out that there was an interested party for the girl dog. It means that realistically they are both good candidates for adoption. As much as we would have fun with them, it isn’t practical, and let’s face it, we need practicality right now. We think that tomorrow when they are free and clear, we will just monitor them to make sure they do get adopted. Out busy body neighbor who knows everything, and lives next door to the evil lady gave us the scoop and from what it sounds like, they have no interest in going to the shelter to find the dogs since they don’t want to pay anything. This is what we suspected. Plus, we found out what happened to the last dog. Mike (busy body) pretty much found her a home. Nala, the dog, used to get out all the time. The illegal tenants (they had converted their garage into an “apt” and rented it out) didn’t like Nala, and used to leave the gate open so she could get out. Mike found her once, and brought her home and the evil lady (who apparently isn’t Saturn Bitch, but Saturn Bitch’s sister who lives there, with her 3 kids, her boyfriend, Saturn Bitch, and their mother, all in a 2 bedroom house. Don’t even get me started on that whole back story) accused Mike of letting her out. Rude! So last time Nala got out, Mike was chatting with a neighbor friend a couple blocks away, and Nala came up to them. The man was quite taken with Nala (she was a total doll) and Mike told him to keep her. Yay! So Mike has said that he will not let them know that we had found the pups since he agrees, they shouldn’t have a dog, let alone 2.
We won’t let them die. If no one adopts them, and they are in a situation where they are out of time there, they will come home with us. We have their id numbers, we can visit them, and we can watch to make sure they don’t end up just another sad story. It is the responsible thing to do. We were not in the market for a new dog, let alone 2. Hell, we aren’t even in the market for a new cat for at least another year. This was random. I think the boy would be a fine addition to our household, but it would be better for him to get a home where he got the maximum amount of loving he deserves. If someone goes to the shelter and wants to be that family, we owe it to this dog to give him that chance.
Am I bummed? Yes and no. We discussed it and most of our attachment revolved around making sure they were safe. We have accomplished that. Of course I am a little heart broken since there is the excitement of opportunity and possibility for the boys. But truthfully, if we got the boys a dog (or dogs), they would be significantly younger. These pups are 5 months old. We would want 6 week old pups. Ones that have the maximum amount of bonding time with the kids. Not to say that these pups wouldn’t bond, but there are also other members of our household that have a say. There are 4 cats that although surprisingly tolerant of our current dog, would probably draw the line at another one tromping through the house. And really, the member of the family that would probably be impacted the most is Lycos. This dog or dogs would be her new companions. Would they all get along? Would it be bad? Lycos, although has played with other dogs, is a little set in her ways and might not be as keen on dealing with a rambunctious pup. In reality, it would be fine, but these are things we have to think about.
I feel a sense of relief that puppy gate may be coming to an end. I am tired of the stress.
In other news, I have been working shockingly hard at the Gunners Reunion. With Facebook being this amazing time portal, I have reconnected with several people. Not just friends from high school, but elementary and soccer. Specifically, I have found girls from my club team that I played on for about 5 years. I have now found about 6, including my newest find, which is one of the coach’s daughters! We have been kicking around the idea of a reunion in the last couple days so I went ahead and created a group and the girls are joining it. It is crazy who you can find. What is really funny is that this one girl I knew from AYSO I just discovered was on the Gunners. I had forgotten that she played on the Gunners, too. We had a handful of changes throughout the lifespan of the team, so it is hard to keep track. I found another girl yesterday, and hopefully will find more with word getting out. I need to ask my folks if they remember people’s last names. Of course, the other girls might. I have to admit, as much as I loved being a Gunner, it was a time in which my school friends were more important to me, and I was very shy on the team itself. The girls all knew each other better since they went to the same schools. I was the only one from Costa. Funny enough, I was closest to the other couple of girls who were also singles from schools. The one girl from PV, the one from Redondo, those were the ones I gravitated to. They are also the first ones I found. I am sure they would all agree, I would not be the one they would think of as the ring leader in a reunion. If anything, I think my parents were more memorable than me. I am ok with this, since I will enjoy hearing their stories. These were the girls that tormented me into not liking NKOTB (it is a fond memory now), they are the girls that I remember watching the video for Tears in Heaven with and all of us choking up. They are the girls that I played some great soccer with, and remember fondly. It will be so nice to keep this reconnect up.
It is a shame I am not in that kind of shape anymore. It might have come in handy yesterday. At around 5:30, I decided we needed to go in the pool. We had a good ole time, splashing around. I was tossing Bobby in the pool, which he loved. I started from a squatting position, and then would practically jump from the water and toss him in the air for his eventual splash down. It got him some good air, and he loved it so much. My leg did not. After the 3rd or 4th throw, as my leg extended, I felt my tendon burn. These are the very tendons in my knee pit that make me nervous because I am always afraid they will snap. Don’t ask on that fear. Not sure of the origin, but it has been with me since I was little. I splashed down with Bobby on that one. It hurt, very bad. I had to rest for a bit before I could even try to move. The boys were very sweet, both asking if they could kiss it to make it better. It still hurts this morning, but not as bad as I would have expected. Then again, I am sitting right now. It doesn’t seem to hurt when stationary (although sitting in this chair, I can feel the strain more than when I was reclined or lying down). So walking to the bathroom might be entertaining.
Last night the boys went to bed pretty well. Bobby fell asleep quickly (note to self, swimming tires them out!) but Dax was struggling. He wanted milk. So I told Ken to have him come out and have a glass (they had not had their standard glass before bed, so this seemed like it was still in the rules). He stomps out, with a look of confusion mixed with, “it’s about fucking time people.” He has his glass of milk, sprints back to bed, covers himself up and falls asleep. Dude! Can we say awesome?
Unfortunately, he would struggle later. From what I remember, Ken woke me up around 1. He said something about Dax having fallen out of bed around 10:30 and that he has pretty much been inconsolable since. He needed me to tag in. I didn’t question it, and just wandered in a limping stupor to Dax’s room. I got him all tucked back in as he pleaded with me for milk, or water, or a cracker, or just would say, “please mom” over and over again. At first, I just tried stroking his head to calm him down. It didn’t work a ton, but it did stop his thrashing. He then was just kind of crying and yelling. I finally curled up with him and held him, which seemed to do the trick. He had the crazy sniffle cries you get after a big crying session, but he settled. I was concerned that I had committed myself to sleeping in there since he was in fact lying on my arm. But he also felt that it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as his own pillow, and he pulled away to get comfy. I rubbed his back a bit and he settled. I left, and watched me leave, but didn’t say anything. I had some problems getting back to sleep at first, so I know he didn’t cry out for a bit. Ken will have to confirm if it worked, but it seemed like it had. It took about 20 minutes, so not too bad.
Despite being exhausted this morning because of it, I am glad Ken asked me to help. I got to feel all super mommy. It is a nice ego boost at times.
There are days when I wish my hair was a little more straight without so much effort, but I realize my hair wants to be wavy, so I should embrace it. I am truly bummed about the red going away so quickly. Especially since the grays have returned. But it means in a couple weeks perhaps I will do it again.
The ants are coming, the ants are coming! There was some food item put in this one trash bag by out desk, and there was an all out attack on the bag this morning. Even some of the giant fat ants that look like 3 ants fused together were there. I didn’t kill them, but that was mostly because they were everywhere so I had to pick my battle. This afternoon is the cleaning session that will hopefully fix it all. The cleaning needs to be done anyway since I want the place nice again for Sabrina’s visit. Not perfect, but hopefully ant and danger free. I am also thinking that if we do the weekend chores tonight and tomorrow, we are free for the weekend. YAY!
The boss is coming in late today. It means the troops are talky. I can hear them all, not doing a lick of work. Not that I am a fine one to talk, but at least I am being quiet about it. LOL!
Ok, I just found an article in the LA Times from this month that said that the governor is looking to cut funding to shelters, which could mean that the standard 6 day adoption period will be reduced to 3. We will need to call and confirm, but it means that we may need to retrieve the dog(s) earlier if they don’t get adopted. They were unique down there. Most of the dogs were various pit mixes and rat dogs, so they stand a good chance. I hope the little girl’s interested party shows up. I am less opposed to one dog. Besides, we could rescue the boy and find him a home. We will call to confirm. Maybe even go down there since they might have more info.
Poor Farrah Fawcett. Based on reports this morning, I don’t anticipate her making it past 10 am. So that makes 2 70’s icons down in the last month or so. Does Ed McMahon count as part of this threesome? One being David Carradine, two being Farrah. Let’s hope that is all since as depressing as it sounds, I am on death watch for Patrick Swayze, too.
I am always nervous about posting old pics of people now that my a-hole friends (ok, only a couple of them) got all pissy about some of them. So when I found an old soccer pic of a couple of girls I played with on AYSO, I posted it to one of the girls I recently reconnected with. She just sent a note and loved it, and even tagged herself along with a couple of other girls from the pic that I knew! YAY!
Seriously, there are times when I would love the net on my phone so I can check things like Facebook for things I think of, but seriously, I would get nothing done.
LOL!!!! SO they got a real trap here and it just snapped and scared the piss out of Vicki. We went down to check it and it had nothing in it. The best part was the only guy not wanting to pick up the trap (which was now upside down and to me, clearly mouse free) and kept kicking it with his foot. So I shoved him aside and picked it up. LOL! This mouse is awesome, totally fucking with us.
My dad just used OMG in an email to me. Nothing else to say but, OMG!
It is 9:51. Farrah has passed. I didn’t want to be right on this one. I have been checking the news every 5 to 10 minutes. I had just checked, logged off and Tammy got the call from her sister that it was on the tv. She was 62. I wasn’t a huge fan. I am not even sure I saw her in anything. But 62 with this kind of crippling cancer just seems unfair and it makes me so very sad for her and her family. I watched her special a month ago and it broke my heart. Ryan O’Neal had said in a special that is now airing tonight that he was going to finally get to marry his angel. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen in time. RIP, Farrah. You now are not in so much pain. You will be missed.
I seem to have really connected with my old AYSO buddies and a few from a soccer camp I did back when I was little. I posted the pic that my one friend was in and her tagging everyone brought everyone out of the woodwork. Thank goodness for the alerts in email since I have to wait until noon to see them all! I love this! I may need to drag out the old pics that I have not scanned and get to work.
It may be a record morning. When I log into Facebook later, I anticipate something like 30 updates. Boy, post a couple of pics and it goes crazy!!
As of this morning, our decision is to let the shelters do their job. They will be able to find homes for the two pups. It sucks that they will most likely be separated, but it is in the best interest of everyone that they get homes that are not the evil lady house.
We went and saw the pups yesterday, so this was my first meeting with them. They were both adorable and sweet, but I was pretty quick to feel less from the girl dog. She seemed more aggressive than I would have liked. A Rotwieller was near by that was being I think put in a cage, and she was barking like crazy and growling at it. I didn’t like how crazed she looked. It wasn’t horrible, but enough for me to feel not great about her being part of our family. The boy dog was a big loveable dope. I adored him. Really sweet, oblivious to other dogs, and happy as a clam just to lick my fingers through the gate. We were not allowed to actually interact with them aside from on the other side of the gate, only because they were still on hold for the owner. But we did hang with them for 20 minutes or so.
We found out that there was an interested party for the girl dog. It means that realistically they are both good candidates for adoption. As much as we would have fun with them, it isn’t practical, and let’s face it, we need practicality right now. We think that tomorrow when they are free and clear, we will just monitor them to make sure they do get adopted. Out busy body neighbor who knows everything, and lives next door to the evil lady gave us the scoop and from what it sounds like, they have no interest in going to the shelter to find the dogs since they don’t want to pay anything. This is what we suspected. Plus, we found out what happened to the last dog. Mike (busy body) pretty much found her a home. Nala, the dog, used to get out all the time. The illegal tenants (they had converted their garage into an “apt” and rented it out) didn’t like Nala, and used to leave the gate open so she could get out. Mike found her once, and brought her home and the evil lady (who apparently isn’t Saturn Bitch, but Saturn Bitch’s sister who lives there, with her 3 kids, her boyfriend, Saturn Bitch, and their mother, all in a 2 bedroom house. Don’t even get me started on that whole back story) accused Mike of letting her out. Rude! So last time Nala got out, Mike was chatting with a neighbor friend a couple blocks away, and Nala came up to them. The man was quite taken with Nala (she was a total doll) and Mike told him to keep her. Yay! So Mike has said that he will not let them know that we had found the pups since he agrees, they shouldn’t have a dog, let alone 2.
We won’t let them die. If no one adopts them, and they are in a situation where they are out of time there, they will come home with us. We have their id numbers, we can visit them, and we can watch to make sure they don’t end up just another sad story. It is the responsible thing to do. We were not in the market for a new dog, let alone 2. Hell, we aren’t even in the market for a new cat for at least another year. This was random. I think the boy would be a fine addition to our household, but it would be better for him to get a home where he got the maximum amount of loving he deserves. If someone goes to the shelter and wants to be that family, we owe it to this dog to give him that chance.
Am I bummed? Yes and no. We discussed it and most of our attachment revolved around making sure they were safe. We have accomplished that. Of course I am a little heart broken since there is the excitement of opportunity and possibility for the boys. But truthfully, if we got the boys a dog (or dogs), they would be significantly younger. These pups are 5 months old. We would want 6 week old pups. Ones that have the maximum amount of bonding time with the kids. Not to say that these pups wouldn’t bond, but there are also other members of our household that have a say. There are 4 cats that although surprisingly tolerant of our current dog, would probably draw the line at another one tromping through the house. And really, the member of the family that would probably be impacted the most is Lycos. This dog or dogs would be her new companions. Would they all get along? Would it be bad? Lycos, although has played with other dogs, is a little set in her ways and might not be as keen on dealing with a rambunctious pup. In reality, it would be fine, but these are things we have to think about.
I feel a sense of relief that puppy gate may be coming to an end. I am tired of the stress.
In other news, I have been working shockingly hard at the Gunners Reunion. With Facebook being this amazing time portal, I have reconnected with several people. Not just friends from high school, but elementary and soccer. Specifically, I have found girls from my club team that I played on for about 5 years. I have now found about 6, including my newest find, which is one of the coach’s daughters! We have been kicking around the idea of a reunion in the last couple days so I went ahead and created a group and the girls are joining it. It is crazy who you can find. What is really funny is that this one girl I knew from AYSO I just discovered was on the Gunners. I had forgotten that she played on the Gunners, too. We had a handful of changes throughout the lifespan of the team, so it is hard to keep track. I found another girl yesterday, and hopefully will find more with word getting out. I need to ask my folks if they remember people’s last names. Of course, the other girls might. I have to admit, as much as I loved being a Gunner, it was a time in which my school friends were more important to me, and I was very shy on the team itself. The girls all knew each other better since they went to the same schools. I was the only one from Costa. Funny enough, I was closest to the other couple of girls who were also singles from schools. The one girl from PV, the one from Redondo, those were the ones I gravitated to. They are also the first ones I found. I am sure they would all agree, I would not be the one they would think of as the ring leader in a reunion. If anything, I think my parents were more memorable than me. I am ok with this, since I will enjoy hearing their stories. These were the girls that tormented me into not liking NKOTB (it is a fond memory now), they are the girls that I remember watching the video for Tears in Heaven with and all of us choking up. They are the girls that I played some great soccer with, and remember fondly. It will be so nice to keep this reconnect up.
It is a shame I am not in that kind of shape anymore. It might have come in handy yesterday. At around 5:30, I decided we needed to go in the pool. We had a good ole time, splashing around. I was tossing Bobby in the pool, which he loved. I started from a squatting position, and then would practically jump from the water and toss him in the air for his eventual splash down. It got him some good air, and he loved it so much. My leg did not. After the 3rd or 4th throw, as my leg extended, I felt my tendon burn. These are the very tendons in my knee pit that make me nervous because I am always afraid they will snap. Don’t ask on that fear. Not sure of the origin, but it has been with me since I was little. I splashed down with Bobby on that one. It hurt, very bad. I had to rest for a bit before I could even try to move. The boys were very sweet, both asking if they could kiss it to make it better. It still hurts this morning, but not as bad as I would have expected. Then again, I am sitting right now. It doesn’t seem to hurt when stationary (although sitting in this chair, I can feel the strain more than when I was reclined or lying down). So walking to the bathroom might be entertaining.
Last night the boys went to bed pretty well. Bobby fell asleep quickly (note to self, swimming tires them out!) but Dax was struggling. He wanted milk. So I told Ken to have him come out and have a glass (they had not had their standard glass before bed, so this seemed like it was still in the rules). He stomps out, with a look of confusion mixed with, “it’s about fucking time people.” He has his glass of milk, sprints back to bed, covers himself up and falls asleep. Dude! Can we say awesome?
Unfortunately, he would struggle later. From what I remember, Ken woke me up around 1. He said something about Dax having fallen out of bed around 10:30 and that he has pretty much been inconsolable since. He needed me to tag in. I didn’t question it, and just wandered in a limping stupor to Dax’s room. I got him all tucked back in as he pleaded with me for milk, or water, or a cracker, or just would say, “please mom” over and over again. At first, I just tried stroking his head to calm him down. It didn’t work a ton, but it did stop his thrashing. He then was just kind of crying and yelling. I finally curled up with him and held him, which seemed to do the trick. He had the crazy sniffle cries you get after a big crying session, but he settled. I was concerned that I had committed myself to sleeping in there since he was in fact lying on my arm. But he also felt that it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as his own pillow, and he pulled away to get comfy. I rubbed his back a bit and he settled. I left, and watched me leave, but didn’t say anything. I had some problems getting back to sleep at first, so I know he didn’t cry out for a bit. Ken will have to confirm if it worked, but it seemed like it had. It took about 20 minutes, so not too bad.
Despite being exhausted this morning because of it, I am glad Ken asked me to help. I got to feel all super mommy. It is a nice ego boost at times.
There are days when I wish my hair was a little more straight without so much effort, but I realize my hair wants to be wavy, so I should embrace it. I am truly bummed about the red going away so quickly. Especially since the grays have returned. But it means in a couple weeks perhaps I will do it again.
The ants are coming, the ants are coming! There was some food item put in this one trash bag by out desk, and there was an all out attack on the bag this morning. Even some of the giant fat ants that look like 3 ants fused together were there. I didn’t kill them, but that was mostly because they were everywhere so I had to pick my battle. This afternoon is the cleaning session that will hopefully fix it all. The cleaning needs to be done anyway since I want the place nice again for Sabrina’s visit. Not perfect, but hopefully ant and danger free. I am also thinking that if we do the weekend chores tonight and tomorrow, we are free for the weekend. YAY!
The boss is coming in late today. It means the troops are talky. I can hear them all, not doing a lick of work. Not that I am a fine one to talk, but at least I am being quiet about it. LOL!
Ok, I just found an article in the LA Times from this month that said that the governor is looking to cut funding to shelters, which could mean that the standard 6 day adoption period will be reduced to 3. We will need to call and confirm, but it means that we may need to retrieve the dog(s) earlier if they don’t get adopted. They were unique down there. Most of the dogs were various pit mixes and rat dogs, so they stand a good chance. I hope the little girl’s interested party shows up. I am less opposed to one dog. Besides, we could rescue the boy and find him a home. We will call to confirm. Maybe even go down there since they might have more info.
Poor Farrah Fawcett. Based on reports this morning, I don’t anticipate her making it past 10 am. So that makes 2 70’s icons down in the last month or so. Does Ed McMahon count as part of this threesome? One being David Carradine, two being Farrah. Let’s hope that is all since as depressing as it sounds, I am on death watch for Patrick Swayze, too.
I am always nervous about posting old pics of people now that my a-hole friends (ok, only a couple of them) got all pissy about some of them. So when I found an old soccer pic of a couple of girls I played with on AYSO, I posted it to one of the girls I recently reconnected with. She just sent a note and loved it, and even tagged herself along with a couple of other girls from the pic that I knew! YAY!
Seriously, there are times when I would love the net on my phone so I can check things like Facebook for things I think of, but seriously, I would get nothing done.
LOL!!!! SO they got a real trap here and it just snapped and scared the piss out of Vicki. We went down to check it and it had nothing in it. The best part was the only guy not wanting to pick up the trap (which was now upside down and to me, clearly mouse free) and kept kicking it with his foot. So I shoved him aside and picked it up. LOL! This mouse is awesome, totally fucking with us.
My dad just used OMG in an email to me. Nothing else to say but, OMG!
It is 9:51. Farrah has passed. I didn’t want to be right on this one. I have been checking the news every 5 to 10 minutes. I had just checked, logged off and Tammy got the call from her sister that it was on the tv. She was 62. I wasn’t a huge fan. I am not even sure I saw her in anything. But 62 with this kind of crippling cancer just seems unfair and it makes me so very sad for her and her family. I watched her special a month ago and it broke my heart. Ryan O’Neal had said in a special that is now airing tonight that he was going to finally get to marry his angel. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen in time. RIP, Farrah. You now are not in so much pain. You will be missed.
I seem to have really connected with my old AYSO buddies and a few from a soccer camp I did back when I was little. I posted the pic that my one friend was in and her tagging everyone brought everyone out of the woodwork. Thank goodness for the alerts in email since I have to wait until noon to see them all! I love this! I may need to drag out the old pics that I have not scanned and get to work.
It may be a record morning. When I log into Facebook later, I anticipate something like 30 updates. Boy, post a couple of pics and it goes crazy!!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
mom on a rampage
6-24-09
I am falling asleep.
Yesterday showed me that my boys are much too wild in a store.
I had to go get them both shoes since they drag there feet when they ride these bike things at Maria’s which had created Hobo-Toe. We went over to Payless after my parent’s house since I figured with them having the sale, we would get out of there with not too much money spent.
I was surprised to find a former co-worker working there part time. I had not seen her in a bit, so we began chatting a bit. The boys had been told before we went in that they were to adhere to 3 simple rules. Listen to everything Mommy says, Do not run around, and Do NOT touch anything. They broke rule 2 in 30 seconds.
Apparently they get full permission to run if Mommy is talking to someone. Or more specifically, if there is a giant open area, with a giant circle for which to run around. I didn’t mind too much, but I knew that we needed to put a stop to it. I snipped at them several times, all the while my oblivious friend kept talking to me. She could see I had my hands full with these two, and yet she continued her chatting as if they were not there. She is a mom herself, but with only one young daughter. Her kid is only just walking, so she has no idea what it is like with two boys who feed off of one another’s energy.
On the plus side, another customer came in, and heard me say, “Boys!” and said, “Oh my goodness! They are both boys? But they are so pretty!” Yes, I choose to take this as a compliment since she said that their eyes and hair was beautiful.
I got the boys to the shoes themselves, all the while chatty girl just kept on doing just that, chatting. I had never had to do so much multitasking in my life! Keeping tabs on the boys (who by now had broken every rule and then some), looking through the shoes (which are inconveniently all grouped together despite being girls and boys shoes) for a good price, and keeping up with Chatty Cathy.
Chatty did at one point ask me if I was letting their hair grow, which I found to be a humorous question since unless I dumped some acid on their heads, I was pretty sure I couldn’t stop the growth process. I can only assume she meant, oh so you are letting your boys have long hair. This is really one of those questions that isn’t meant to gain knowledge so much as to criticize my decision to let my boys look like hippies. Sure, it would be easier if Bobby had short hair. I would love to give the kid a Mohawk for the summer. But he has really resisted, so I see no point in it. He is happy with his hair, I like his hair, so what does it matter? Sure, people think he is a girl, but then they are clearly ignorant of so many things.
I also enjoyed this comment. “Only you would do this to your kids.” There is context, but that statement in general is one that continues the, “look, I know you are quirky and I love that about you, but perhaps you shouldn’t subject your kids to the same odd stares you get.” The context on this actually goes back a generation. Bobby’s shoe in particular was really bad off. So my dad, in true dad form, grabbed his roll of blue tape, and wrapped it around both of the toes of the shoes in order to hold them together. I didn’t really care, and quite honestly, I liked it a lot. It made me smile. Anyone who knows the cost of kid shoes these days can appreciate trying to save a few bucks by fixing the shoe in any way possible. Besides all that, I was going to be purchasing new shoes within the hour, so what was the tape going to hurt. My dad said people were going to see the tape and go, “oh, that poor child, and his mother would do this to him.” We laughed, and I told him that I am pretty sure there will be plenty of those kind of idiots out there, but hopefully when I hit up the payless they will laugh. Oh, there was laughter. Chatty attributed the tape to my doing since I apparently was the “type”. I promptly phone my father after all of this to congratulate him on having raised his daughter to be just like him.
I was not thrilled with my offspring. I have decided that clearly I need the walking chain when I go to stores, now. The problem is I have a 4 year old that is learning all of his independence, who would normally be fine if it was just him and I in a store since he wouldn’t wander far. I also have a 2 year old, who despite being strong willed, would also keep close if it was a different situation that didn’t include his brother. When they are together, one of them gets the wild hair up their ass to explore, which inspires the other to run after (even if the first was just walking), and then causes the first to get all riled up, and then they feed off of one another’s energy, forgetting about everything else around them, including rules, location, and most importantly, mom.
Well, they will not forget mom rules anytime soon. It was just me last night as Ken went to the neighborhood watch meeting. It meant that I would be feeding, cleaning, clothing and bedding the children with no Daddy. Bobby back talked to me at one point and I actually took away story time. Dax did whine a bit, but overall, he seems to know when not to fuck with me. That may be simply because he is truly my bear cub and subscribes to the “don’t poke the bear” rule since he himself doesn’t like to be poked.
Ken came home only a few minutes after I had finished bedtime rituals. As he and I caught up on the meeting, Bobby started to come out of his room. I cut him off at the pass, which may have caused him to piss himself since I don’t think he anticipated he opening the door seconds before he did. He also didn’t expect me to practically growl at him. Or for me to open it with such force that I actually knocked down the curtain. Yeah, I was that annoyed.
They both actually settled pretty quickly considering their routine having been compromised. They did try the daddy sympathy card since he did go in to say his goodnights. But they must have known, it wasn’t going to happen. I think Bobby is the one I heard get up at one point early this morning. His insomnia is getting frustrating (thanks, Ken!) since I can tell how tired he is. Putting him to bed earlier just won’t do it. I suppose he could go to bed at 7:30, but he practically does that now, so I don’t see pushing it back making it better.
I showed my mom and dad my piece on the Lakers. I had emailed my dad to see if he thought my mom would read it. He said she would as long as I kept bringing the boys around. He said his price was that I would have to cut Bobby’s hair. I told him that clearly his price was too high, so I would just settle on mom reading it. This morning, he emailed me and told me they liked it. I inquired as to if he read it as well, to which he replied he had, so now I had to cut his hair. Aaahhh!!
It is a slow day today. It may be just due to it being a slow week what with the puppy saga and next week being a short week for me. I have Thursday and Friday off, which is a furlough and holiday. Ken also has Friday off, so we may need to do some family activity. It is funny to say that since the 4th of July for a few years used to be the annual acid trip. Kind of a shame that we don’t do that anymore. I think the kids have to be a wee bit older for me to be comfortable enough to be that compromised for 12 hours. Not saying we would do it with them in the house. I just have a hard time feeling ok with them being at my folks for the whole day and I can’t get to them if something happened. I have a hard enough time drinking too much, and that usually has Ken sober, so if both of us are messed up, I think we lose the kids forever.
I am feeling less excited about the acquisition of two more dogs. They are cute, and I think I will go meet them today. But really, I find myself feeling like 2 extra heads in the house is a bad thing. I already find myself picking up toys (from the boys and Ken), poo, laundry, making food, feeding everyone, keeping Ken on track with his appointments, and overall, being super woman. People ask me why I am so chipper in the morning? It isn’t chipper, it is, I have to get a running start to tackle every day, because if I don’t, I will crash and burn. Chipper is just the best way to get revved up.
I have an old 401K account from my last job. I had been considering, lately, of seeing what it would take to either cash it out, or transfer it. It isn’t big bucks. A couple thousand at the most. I don’t tend to do the money stuff in our house (ironic since I do it all day at work), so this has not been discussed with Ken as of yet. Now he is reading this, so here, honey, are my thoughts.
One, I might put it in my Wescom account to have as a cushion for emergencies.
Two, use it to pay off Doc Steinam, and perhaps a couple of other minor bills like Doc Weston. It would be one less thing looming over us, and with Steinam, it makes me less nervous about taking one of the critters there if they need medical care.
Three, yes, we could potentially just put it in my existing 401K, but it isn’t enough to make a huge difference, and to be honest, I have heard some concerning things about our plan here, and I think we might look into that further before investing this in there. A co worker tried to put out cash from hers only to be told she could not. Not sure that is good, but maybe there was more than I was told.
Four, I use some of it to buy me some new bras and jeans. Ok, this isn’t the whole amount, but seriously, I need both very badly and this would be money that would allow me to have something that actually held up my boobs.
Five, on the shopping idea, I am also thinking of everything from a small freezer for the garage to house repairs, to a People magazine subscription (so I don’t have to buy it at Target each week), and just paying off a couple of things.
I don’t know the exact amount of the balance, so at this point, I can’t make plans yet. So when I get home, I will see if I can track down the last statement. Who knows, it might be something good to use.
I really wish we were going to Matthew’s wedding. It sounds like it will be so much fun!
I swear, I have done nothing today. Ok, not entirely true, but for the last hour, I have emailed Jenni and Brandy, written from time to time in here, and stared off into space. I suppose I could start the report prep now. That way if I get uber busy tomorrow, I don’t forget. Tammy is out on Friday, so I can’t do it then.
I am awake now!
Vicki just screamed like someone was killing her. We ran over to find her in full 50’s housewife mode, complete with her being up on top of her desk, because she had seen a mouse. Apparently there are more than one now. This one was two tone, which is different from the one I had looked in the eye. They put down another sticky trap, which I pointed out don’t work on these mice having had them for a year with no results. I said the mice just think of them as kitchen tables, which amused the masses. I feel I need to look into my own traps and soon before they resort to napalm or something.
We are now talking about a South Bay Gunners reunion! There are 5 of us on Facebook, which is just awesome. I think that if we did some hunting, we could find more. Many of us have changed names, but I bet with a little diligence we could track some more folks down. What would really be good was if we found our coach. I don’t know if anyone else would care as much about that, but I think it would be cool. I think at lunch I will look up a few that I can think of based on high school listing. That is how I found a few of them.
Granted, it sucks to do the reunion when I look like I have never kicked a soccer ball in my life. LOL!
I am falling asleep.
Yesterday showed me that my boys are much too wild in a store.
I had to go get them both shoes since they drag there feet when they ride these bike things at Maria’s which had created Hobo-Toe. We went over to Payless after my parent’s house since I figured with them having the sale, we would get out of there with not too much money spent.
I was surprised to find a former co-worker working there part time. I had not seen her in a bit, so we began chatting a bit. The boys had been told before we went in that they were to adhere to 3 simple rules. Listen to everything Mommy says, Do not run around, and Do NOT touch anything. They broke rule 2 in 30 seconds.
Apparently they get full permission to run if Mommy is talking to someone. Or more specifically, if there is a giant open area, with a giant circle for which to run around. I didn’t mind too much, but I knew that we needed to put a stop to it. I snipped at them several times, all the while my oblivious friend kept talking to me. She could see I had my hands full with these two, and yet she continued her chatting as if they were not there. She is a mom herself, but with only one young daughter. Her kid is only just walking, so she has no idea what it is like with two boys who feed off of one another’s energy.
On the plus side, another customer came in, and heard me say, “Boys!” and said, “Oh my goodness! They are both boys? But they are so pretty!” Yes, I choose to take this as a compliment since she said that their eyes and hair was beautiful.
I got the boys to the shoes themselves, all the while chatty girl just kept on doing just that, chatting. I had never had to do so much multitasking in my life! Keeping tabs on the boys (who by now had broken every rule and then some), looking through the shoes (which are inconveniently all grouped together despite being girls and boys shoes) for a good price, and keeping up with Chatty Cathy.
Chatty did at one point ask me if I was letting their hair grow, which I found to be a humorous question since unless I dumped some acid on their heads, I was pretty sure I couldn’t stop the growth process. I can only assume she meant, oh so you are letting your boys have long hair. This is really one of those questions that isn’t meant to gain knowledge so much as to criticize my decision to let my boys look like hippies. Sure, it would be easier if Bobby had short hair. I would love to give the kid a Mohawk for the summer. But he has really resisted, so I see no point in it. He is happy with his hair, I like his hair, so what does it matter? Sure, people think he is a girl, but then they are clearly ignorant of so many things.
I also enjoyed this comment. “Only you would do this to your kids.” There is context, but that statement in general is one that continues the, “look, I know you are quirky and I love that about you, but perhaps you shouldn’t subject your kids to the same odd stares you get.” The context on this actually goes back a generation. Bobby’s shoe in particular was really bad off. So my dad, in true dad form, grabbed his roll of blue tape, and wrapped it around both of the toes of the shoes in order to hold them together. I didn’t really care, and quite honestly, I liked it a lot. It made me smile. Anyone who knows the cost of kid shoes these days can appreciate trying to save a few bucks by fixing the shoe in any way possible. Besides all that, I was going to be purchasing new shoes within the hour, so what was the tape going to hurt. My dad said people were going to see the tape and go, “oh, that poor child, and his mother would do this to him.” We laughed, and I told him that I am pretty sure there will be plenty of those kind of idiots out there, but hopefully when I hit up the payless they will laugh. Oh, there was laughter. Chatty attributed the tape to my doing since I apparently was the “type”. I promptly phone my father after all of this to congratulate him on having raised his daughter to be just like him.
I was not thrilled with my offspring. I have decided that clearly I need the walking chain when I go to stores, now. The problem is I have a 4 year old that is learning all of his independence, who would normally be fine if it was just him and I in a store since he wouldn’t wander far. I also have a 2 year old, who despite being strong willed, would also keep close if it was a different situation that didn’t include his brother. When they are together, one of them gets the wild hair up their ass to explore, which inspires the other to run after (even if the first was just walking), and then causes the first to get all riled up, and then they feed off of one another’s energy, forgetting about everything else around them, including rules, location, and most importantly, mom.
Well, they will not forget mom rules anytime soon. It was just me last night as Ken went to the neighborhood watch meeting. It meant that I would be feeding, cleaning, clothing and bedding the children with no Daddy. Bobby back talked to me at one point and I actually took away story time. Dax did whine a bit, but overall, he seems to know when not to fuck with me. That may be simply because he is truly my bear cub and subscribes to the “don’t poke the bear” rule since he himself doesn’t like to be poked.
Ken came home only a few minutes after I had finished bedtime rituals. As he and I caught up on the meeting, Bobby started to come out of his room. I cut him off at the pass, which may have caused him to piss himself since I don’t think he anticipated he opening the door seconds before he did. He also didn’t expect me to practically growl at him. Or for me to open it with such force that I actually knocked down the curtain. Yeah, I was that annoyed.
They both actually settled pretty quickly considering their routine having been compromised. They did try the daddy sympathy card since he did go in to say his goodnights. But they must have known, it wasn’t going to happen. I think Bobby is the one I heard get up at one point early this morning. His insomnia is getting frustrating (thanks, Ken!) since I can tell how tired he is. Putting him to bed earlier just won’t do it. I suppose he could go to bed at 7:30, but he practically does that now, so I don’t see pushing it back making it better.
I showed my mom and dad my piece on the Lakers. I had emailed my dad to see if he thought my mom would read it. He said she would as long as I kept bringing the boys around. He said his price was that I would have to cut Bobby’s hair. I told him that clearly his price was too high, so I would just settle on mom reading it. This morning, he emailed me and told me they liked it. I inquired as to if he read it as well, to which he replied he had, so now I had to cut his hair. Aaahhh!!
It is a slow day today. It may be just due to it being a slow week what with the puppy saga and next week being a short week for me. I have Thursday and Friday off, which is a furlough and holiday. Ken also has Friday off, so we may need to do some family activity. It is funny to say that since the 4th of July for a few years used to be the annual acid trip. Kind of a shame that we don’t do that anymore. I think the kids have to be a wee bit older for me to be comfortable enough to be that compromised for 12 hours. Not saying we would do it with them in the house. I just have a hard time feeling ok with them being at my folks for the whole day and I can’t get to them if something happened. I have a hard enough time drinking too much, and that usually has Ken sober, so if both of us are messed up, I think we lose the kids forever.
I am feeling less excited about the acquisition of two more dogs. They are cute, and I think I will go meet them today. But really, I find myself feeling like 2 extra heads in the house is a bad thing. I already find myself picking up toys (from the boys and Ken), poo, laundry, making food, feeding everyone, keeping Ken on track with his appointments, and overall, being super woman. People ask me why I am so chipper in the morning? It isn’t chipper, it is, I have to get a running start to tackle every day, because if I don’t, I will crash and burn. Chipper is just the best way to get revved up.
I have an old 401K account from my last job. I had been considering, lately, of seeing what it would take to either cash it out, or transfer it. It isn’t big bucks. A couple thousand at the most. I don’t tend to do the money stuff in our house (ironic since I do it all day at work), so this has not been discussed with Ken as of yet. Now he is reading this, so here, honey, are my thoughts.
One, I might put it in my Wescom account to have as a cushion for emergencies.
Two, use it to pay off Doc Steinam, and perhaps a couple of other minor bills like Doc Weston. It would be one less thing looming over us, and with Steinam, it makes me less nervous about taking one of the critters there if they need medical care.
Three, yes, we could potentially just put it in my existing 401K, but it isn’t enough to make a huge difference, and to be honest, I have heard some concerning things about our plan here, and I think we might look into that further before investing this in there. A co worker tried to put out cash from hers only to be told she could not. Not sure that is good, but maybe there was more than I was told.
Four, I use some of it to buy me some new bras and jeans. Ok, this isn’t the whole amount, but seriously, I need both very badly and this would be money that would allow me to have something that actually held up my boobs.
Five, on the shopping idea, I am also thinking of everything from a small freezer for the garage to house repairs, to a People magazine subscription (so I don’t have to buy it at Target each week), and just paying off a couple of things.
I don’t know the exact amount of the balance, so at this point, I can’t make plans yet. So when I get home, I will see if I can track down the last statement. Who knows, it might be something good to use.
I really wish we were going to Matthew’s wedding. It sounds like it will be so much fun!
I swear, I have done nothing today. Ok, not entirely true, but for the last hour, I have emailed Jenni and Brandy, written from time to time in here, and stared off into space. I suppose I could start the report prep now. That way if I get uber busy tomorrow, I don’t forget. Tammy is out on Friday, so I can’t do it then.
I am awake now!
Vicki just screamed like someone was killing her. We ran over to find her in full 50’s housewife mode, complete with her being up on top of her desk, because she had seen a mouse. Apparently there are more than one now. This one was two tone, which is different from the one I had looked in the eye. They put down another sticky trap, which I pointed out don’t work on these mice having had them for a year with no results. I said the mice just think of them as kitchen tables, which amused the masses. I feel I need to look into my own traps and soon before they resort to napalm or something.
We are now talking about a South Bay Gunners reunion! There are 5 of us on Facebook, which is just awesome. I think that if we did some hunting, we could find more. Many of us have changed names, but I bet with a little diligence we could track some more folks down. What would really be good was if we found our coach. I don’t know if anyone else would care as much about that, but I think it would be cool. I think at lunch I will look up a few that I can think of based on high school listing. That is how I found a few of them.
Granted, it sucks to do the reunion when I look like I have never kicked a soccer ball in my life. LOL!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
The puppy saga continues
6-23-09
Puppies!! What are we going to do about the puppies???
When last I wrote, it was pretty clear cut. There were two uber cute puppies that we would pick up from the pound if they were not claimed at the pound. It got so much more complicated.
I went home at 2 so Ken and I could go to the shelter to see them. Of course, they were closed, but they let us come in and they printed the photos they had taken. We wanted to put up some signs in case they belonged to someone local. The guard even went back with my camera and took 3 pics of them for us. The staff was not super nice, but they were clearly not interested in dealing with people when they were closed. Plus, a supervisor was discussing furlough with them, so I can safely say that isn’t a happy moment.
The one lady was super nice, and looked thrilled we were there because she was happy that they had owners since apparently they were sweethearts. She did say they were underweight, and Ken had mentioned to me that the little boy had threw up in the car, and it consisted of sand and bird seed. Not good.
We headed home, driving through the neighborhood looking for signs. Nothing. So I uploaded the photos and we went to go get the boys. Ken mentions to Maria about the puppies and she tells Ken that our neighbor had been looking for them yesterday. This would be a good thing, right? No where close.
The neighbor in question is an idiot. She has had several animals, all of whom have gotten out a million times (often showing up on our doorstep, which makes me wonder if previous critters there left a map for future inhabitants), and some have died, gotten in fights, and ultimately, they last only a couple of months in her “care”.
We don’t like her beyond that. We actually call her Saturn Bitch. Not one of my most creative neighbor nicknames, but she is a bitch, and specifically with her car, which happens to be a Saturn. She used to park in front of our house, in the middle so we couldn’t park there. Mind you, she lives like 3 houses down from us. One time in the middle of our yard sale, she tried to park right in front of it. Ken bitched her out pretty good. Needless to say, we do not like this woman.
When we found this out, it was a panic. What happens if she goes down and gets our puppies. We couldn’t go back to claim them since they had already seen us as the dropper offers. Fuck! So I talked to Brandy and she agreed to pose as the owner once we found out what we needed to do it. Ken called and asked what we needed in order to retrieve some puppies. We need a picture of them or some kind of bill or just something showing they are ours. The only pics we had were the ones from my camera at the shelter! Crap! We tried to doctor the photos so you couldn’t see that they were standing in the shelter. We considered doctoring a vet bill. We considered many things.
The problem with all of this was, what if we got them, she found out we had them, and then she called the cops saying we had her dogs. That would not be good since then there would be legal issues, no puppies, and they would be back with Saturn Bitch. All around losing situation.
We considered what she would do about her dogs. She probably didn’t have any paperwork or pictures to even claim them, so if she didn’t, we just needed to wait until Friday at 8 am to go and claim them since between 8 and 9 am, they are ours if we want them. Even if she had pics, she was cheap, so we are thinking she would not pay the mandatory $160 (or more) for the spay and neuter that would need to be done before they were released. So many hopeful factors, we realize we would just need to wait it out. Because then on Friday, we would have claim to them, legally.
It is going to be a long week.
What really makes this suck is, honestly, I had not planned on making them our dogs. The idea is super appealing, sure, but man, there are a lot of cons. They are sweeties, and we would make due, as we always do, but it is quite the adventure we are embarking on. And really, with all this emotion already invested, I feel like they are our dogs already. Plus, I can’t see separating them, so even adopting them out to someone would be hard unless they took both.
Ken still likes Yahoo and Google as names. I am not as crazy about them, only because they don’t roll off the tongue. Plus, Lycos is cool for being, well, Lycos! It wasn’t a theme. I asked Bobby for names and he came up with Sparky and Raspberry. Both cute. Dax of course had no comment. I have not spent any time with them, so no names have come to me yet. I have their pics on my desk in front of me so I can consider this whole thing.
Do I really want to be potty training a kid along with two dogs?
Ken said we could have each of the boys have a dog sleep in their rooms. They would be crate trained anyway, so in the beginning, they would be locked up. That should satisfy my nervousness of potential dog on kid (or kid on dog) violence. Then as they get older, they would not have to have the door closed. In fact, despite it is against all better judgment, they may end up sleeping on their bed with them. Might be fun to have our boys with their own dogs at the foot of their beds. The house will be crazy. The cats will adjust, as they always do. Monarch won’t like it, but he seems to know what to do with a dog. We would need baskets for them. Ken thought they could share Lycos’s, which just isn’t right. That is a lot of dog for that basket. But I agree, the idea of them having their own space is good. We may end up letting them wander the house, but they should have a place we can send them if they get rowdy or even just to get away from kids or Monarch. We so need a bigger house.
We had considered going down to the shelter this afternoon, but I don’t see that this is needed. Maybe tomorrow. Today I am going to my folks, and Ken is going to a neighborhood watch meeting that was called due to the recent break-ins. Plus, do I really want to meet them and have my heart broken?
We have considered the idea that even if she gets them back, they will get out again, and then we can get them again. But once again, it is tricky. I hate this waiting.
Tammy and MaryAnn just put in their vote, and Google and Yahoo are preferred. I may be out voted on all of this!
If these become Brenan pups, it will continue our streak of not choosing animals so much as animals choosing us. Of course, Lycos was chosen, but One10, Jedzia, and Monarch all came to us from randomness. Perhaps our house is just a hostel for traveling animals.
There is no other real news. Those pups kind of took over our lives.
Last night I was amused at my husband and his sibs. They were all on FarmTown, standing around in a virtual field (which happened to be mine), all talking through avatars to one another. I am pretty sure when they were kids, and they were close as they have always been, that they never considered this is how they would keep in touch so much. Holly and Ken (almost called him Kenny!) have been chatting in FarmTown a couple nights in a row! It is just so funny, cool, and surreal.
I am so proud of Doug. He sent our dad a father’s day card!! Baby steps. So happy!
I may have to take away FarmTown from Ken. For the last two nights, he was sucked into it. He couldn’t be distracted. I have played, and like it ok. I can’t do it at work, even in quota time, so it is a twice a day thing only for me. My favorite part is that I can spin my avatar around in circles and it looks like she is singing “The hills are alive!”
The boss lost more of his spreadsheets, and in turn, his mind yesterday. He sent out gobs of requests for month old data. I have a feeling he is going to be annoying today. I refuse to let him get me down.
Bobby got up a couple times last night asking for fluids. Each time he was escorted back to bed in tears. This morning, after I put him back to bed when I came out of my shower, he came out again, this time in full hysterical tears. He was so tired, he was out of sorts. Ken took him to his room, but I went in after to calm him down some. I wanted to just give him some water, but it sets the tone for future requests, which would be bad. He isn’t going to die with no glass of water, especially since both drank like 3 large glasses of milk before bed. Luckily Dax did his fit pitching right when he went to bed. He wanted milk, he wanted a cracker, both of which were denied. He screamed and screamed, as we did the Ferberizer method, and after 20 minutes of tears and screams, he conked himself out. This makes night 3 that there were no cups overnight. Totally worth the little bit of crazy it produces. I joked last night that what we clearly screwed up on was that we should of just did what we did with the pacifier. Go to build a bear, put a glass of milk in a stuffed cow, and now they have their new distraction. Although, I am thinking that would stink on a level that I don’t even want to imagine.
Bobby never settled after I left, so he has been up too long. Luckily he was ok with going to Maria’s (despite being concerned that she was out of milk).
We need to go get Bobby some new shoes. Now that he rides the bikes, he drags his feet in such a way that it wears out the big toe section of each shoe. Wonderful. So I need to find something that is worthy of his punishment. They can’t be wussy shoes. Plus, they can’t be expensive. Yes, I did just request quality while cheap, but it can be done. He is going to wear through whatever we get him, so it should not be much to replace, yet it needs to last longer than a week. We have now entered the expensive part of a preschooler. Apparently day care costs go away, but then they are transferred into shoes.
I always love it when other people adopt nicknames I have come up with.
The girl who asked for my input on tattoos just showed me the work. It is awesome. She said it hurt a lot, but she made it. She wasn’t thrilled that she has to go back for color, but that won’t be too bad since she already made it through what she had. It is well done, and healing wonderfully. It made me want my ink!
I am looking at a customer web site that clearly prides itself in its slogan. “What would you create with the right product? THINK OUTSIDE THE FORM” Said slogan is featured above a form for you to fill out for them to contact you.
I always am confused at folks who get the same kind of dog each time. Or people with two or three of the same dog. If we get these pups, we will have 3 very similar looking black and white pups. I never thought that would be me. I always thought it would be fun to always have very different looking critters. But I guess sometimes it just works out this way.
Bobby and I were talking about the shelter and what they do for animals. Yes, I left out the euthanasia part. Any way, I was explaining to him that critters that get lost get taken to the shelter so that their owners can find them. And I told him that then the owners go pick them up. Bobby was quite impressed with this, repeating the whole process over and over. He said, “That is a good place for lost doggies, mom!” I agreed. He asked if Lycos would go there if she got lost. I nodded, not wanting to point out that she might not, but really, the kid was going to bed. We ended the conversation with him saying, “So if Lycos gets lost, she will go there. If Monarch gets lost, he will go there. And if Leonard gets lost, he will go there, too!” Once again, I didn’t have the heart to tell him if his little backyard lizard was “lost” it would likely be still in our house in the form of cat food. But why shatter him, right?
Jenni just checked the shelter site for me. No change on Google and Yahoo. That doesn’t mean they were not picked up. It just means they might not have updated it. Such a stressful week!
I am not ruling out the idea of finding them another home. Even though we may claim them on Friday so Saturn Bitch doesn’t get them, it doesn’t mean they are ours. It might be good to consider another home.
If we keep and name them Google and Yahoo, my vote is for the girl to be Google.
Can’t we call them Thing One and Thing Two? We could get them matching red sweaters!
Ding and Dong?
Ping and Pong?
My fav has always been what my uncle called his dogs. Dog and Other Dog. Especially awesome when Dog died because all he had was Other Dog.
Puppies!! What are we going to do about the puppies???
When last I wrote, it was pretty clear cut. There were two uber cute puppies that we would pick up from the pound if they were not claimed at the pound. It got so much more complicated.
I went home at 2 so Ken and I could go to the shelter to see them. Of course, they were closed, but they let us come in and they printed the photos they had taken. We wanted to put up some signs in case they belonged to someone local. The guard even went back with my camera and took 3 pics of them for us. The staff was not super nice, but they were clearly not interested in dealing with people when they were closed. Plus, a supervisor was discussing furlough with them, so I can safely say that isn’t a happy moment.
The one lady was super nice, and looked thrilled we were there because she was happy that they had owners since apparently they were sweethearts. She did say they were underweight, and Ken had mentioned to me that the little boy had threw up in the car, and it consisted of sand and bird seed. Not good.
We headed home, driving through the neighborhood looking for signs. Nothing. So I uploaded the photos and we went to go get the boys. Ken mentions to Maria about the puppies and she tells Ken that our neighbor had been looking for them yesterday. This would be a good thing, right? No where close.
The neighbor in question is an idiot. She has had several animals, all of whom have gotten out a million times (often showing up on our doorstep, which makes me wonder if previous critters there left a map for future inhabitants), and some have died, gotten in fights, and ultimately, they last only a couple of months in her “care”.
We don’t like her beyond that. We actually call her Saturn Bitch. Not one of my most creative neighbor nicknames, but she is a bitch, and specifically with her car, which happens to be a Saturn. She used to park in front of our house, in the middle so we couldn’t park there. Mind you, she lives like 3 houses down from us. One time in the middle of our yard sale, she tried to park right in front of it. Ken bitched her out pretty good. Needless to say, we do not like this woman.
When we found this out, it was a panic. What happens if she goes down and gets our puppies. We couldn’t go back to claim them since they had already seen us as the dropper offers. Fuck! So I talked to Brandy and she agreed to pose as the owner once we found out what we needed to do it. Ken called and asked what we needed in order to retrieve some puppies. We need a picture of them or some kind of bill or just something showing they are ours. The only pics we had were the ones from my camera at the shelter! Crap! We tried to doctor the photos so you couldn’t see that they were standing in the shelter. We considered doctoring a vet bill. We considered many things.
The problem with all of this was, what if we got them, she found out we had them, and then she called the cops saying we had her dogs. That would not be good since then there would be legal issues, no puppies, and they would be back with Saturn Bitch. All around losing situation.
We considered what she would do about her dogs. She probably didn’t have any paperwork or pictures to even claim them, so if she didn’t, we just needed to wait until Friday at 8 am to go and claim them since between 8 and 9 am, they are ours if we want them. Even if she had pics, she was cheap, so we are thinking she would not pay the mandatory $160 (or more) for the spay and neuter that would need to be done before they were released. So many hopeful factors, we realize we would just need to wait it out. Because then on Friday, we would have claim to them, legally.
It is going to be a long week.
What really makes this suck is, honestly, I had not planned on making them our dogs. The idea is super appealing, sure, but man, there are a lot of cons. They are sweeties, and we would make due, as we always do, but it is quite the adventure we are embarking on. And really, with all this emotion already invested, I feel like they are our dogs already. Plus, I can’t see separating them, so even adopting them out to someone would be hard unless they took both.
Ken still likes Yahoo and Google as names. I am not as crazy about them, only because they don’t roll off the tongue. Plus, Lycos is cool for being, well, Lycos! It wasn’t a theme. I asked Bobby for names and he came up with Sparky and Raspberry. Both cute. Dax of course had no comment. I have not spent any time with them, so no names have come to me yet. I have their pics on my desk in front of me so I can consider this whole thing.
Do I really want to be potty training a kid along with two dogs?
Ken said we could have each of the boys have a dog sleep in their rooms. They would be crate trained anyway, so in the beginning, they would be locked up. That should satisfy my nervousness of potential dog on kid (or kid on dog) violence. Then as they get older, they would not have to have the door closed. In fact, despite it is against all better judgment, they may end up sleeping on their bed with them. Might be fun to have our boys with their own dogs at the foot of their beds. The house will be crazy. The cats will adjust, as they always do. Monarch won’t like it, but he seems to know what to do with a dog. We would need baskets for them. Ken thought they could share Lycos’s, which just isn’t right. That is a lot of dog for that basket. But I agree, the idea of them having their own space is good. We may end up letting them wander the house, but they should have a place we can send them if they get rowdy or even just to get away from kids or Monarch. We so need a bigger house.
We had considered going down to the shelter this afternoon, but I don’t see that this is needed. Maybe tomorrow. Today I am going to my folks, and Ken is going to a neighborhood watch meeting that was called due to the recent break-ins. Plus, do I really want to meet them and have my heart broken?
We have considered the idea that even if she gets them back, they will get out again, and then we can get them again. But once again, it is tricky. I hate this waiting.
Tammy and MaryAnn just put in their vote, and Google and Yahoo are preferred. I may be out voted on all of this!
If these become Brenan pups, it will continue our streak of not choosing animals so much as animals choosing us. Of course, Lycos was chosen, but One10, Jedzia, and Monarch all came to us from randomness. Perhaps our house is just a hostel for traveling animals.
There is no other real news. Those pups kind of took over our lives.
Last night I was amused at my husband and his sibs. They were all on FarmTown, standing around in a virtual field (which happened to be mine), all talking through avatars to one another. I am pretty sure when they were kids, and they were close as they have always been, that they never considered this is how they would keep in touch so much. Holly and Ken (almost called him Kenny!) have been chatting in FarmTown a couple nights in a row! It is just so funny, cool, and surreal.
I am so proud of Doug. He sent our dad a father’s day card!! Baby steps. So happy!
I may have to take away FarmTown from Ken. For the last two nights, he was sucked into it. He couldn’t be distracted. I have played, and like it ok. I can’t do it at work, even in quota time, so it is a twice a day thing only for me. My favorite part is that I can spin my avatar around in circles and it looks like she is singing “The hills are alive!”
The boss lost more of his spreadsheets, and in turn, his mind yesterday. He sent out gobs of requests for month old data. I have a feeling he is going to be annoying today. I refuse to let him get me down.
Bobby got up a couple times last night asking for fluids. Each time he was escorted back to bed in tears. This morning, after I put him back to bed when I came out of my shower, he came out again, this time in full hysterical tears. He was so tired, he was out of sorts. Ken took him to his room, but I went in after to calm him down some. I wanted to just give him some water, but it sets the tone for future requests, which would be bad. He isn’t going to die with no glass of water, especially since both drank like 3 large glasses of milk before bed. Luckily Dax did his fit pitching right when he went to bed. He wanted milk, he wanted a cracker, both of which were denied. He screamed and screamed, as we did the Ferberizer method, and after 20 minutes of tears and screams, he conked himself out. This makes night 3 that there were no cups overnight. Totally worth the little bit of crazy it produces. I joked last night that what we clearly screwed up on was that we should of just did what we did with the pacifier. Go to build a bear, put a glass of milk in a stuffed cow, and now they have their new distraction. Although, I am thinking that would stink on a level that I don’t even want to imagine.
Bobby never settled after I left, so he has been up too long. Luckily he was ok with going to Maria’s (despite being concerned that she was out of milk).
We need to go get Bobby some new shoes. Now that he rides the bikes, he drags his feet in such a way that it wears out the big toe section of each shoe. Wonderful. So I need to find something that is worthy of his punishment. They can’t be wussy shoes. Plus, they can’t be expensive. Yes, I did just request quality while cheap, but it can be done. He is going to wear through whatever we get him, so it should not be much to replace, yet it needs to last longer than a week. We have now entered the expensive part of a preschooler. Apparently day care costs go away, but then they are transferred into shoes.
I always love it when other people adopt nicknames I have come up with.
The girl who asked for my input on tattoos just showed me the work. It is awesome. She said it hurt a lot, but she made it. She wasn’t thrilled that she has to go back for color, but that won’t be too bad since she already made it through what she had. It is well done, and healing wonderfully. It made me want my ink!
I am looking at a customer web site that clearly prides itself in its slogan. “What would you create with the right product? THINK OUTSIDE THE FORM” Said slogan is featured above a form for you to fill out for them to contact you.
I always am confused at folks who get the same kind of dog each time. Or people with two or three of the same dog. If we get these pups, we will have 3 very similar looking black and white pups. I never thought that would be me. I always thought it would be fun to always have very different looking critters. But I guess sometimes it just works out this way.
Bobby and I were talking about the shelter and what they do for animals. Yes, I left out the euthanasia part. Any way, I was explaining to him that critters that get lost get taken to the shelter so that their owners can find them. And I told him that then the owners go pick them up. Bobby was quite impressed with this, repeating the whole process over and over. He said, “That is a good place for lost doggies, mom!” I agreed. He asked if Lycos would go there if she got lost. I nodded, not wanting to point out that she might not, but really, the kid was going to bed. We ended the conversation with him saying, “So if Lycos gets lost, she will go there. If Monarch gets lost, he will go there. And if Leonard gets lost, he will go there, too!” Once again, I didn’t have the heart to tell him if his little backyard lizard was “lost” it would likely be still in our house in the form of cat food. But why shatter him, right?
Jenni just checked the shelter site for me. No change on Google and Yahoo. That doesn’t mean they were not picked up. It just means they might not have updated it. Such a stressful week!
I am not ruling out the idea of finding them another home. Even though we may claim them on Friday so Saturn Bitch doesn’t get them, it doesn’t mean they are ours. It might be good to consider another home.
If we keep and name them Google and Yahoo, my vote is for the girl to be Google.
Can’t we call them Thing One and Thing Two? We could get them matching red sweaters!
Ding and Dong?
Ping and Pong?
My fav has always been what my uncle called his dogs. Dog and Other Dog. Especially awesome when Dog died because all he had was Other Dog.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Cause that's what we need, puppies
6-22-09
Apparently I was too chipper this morning. As I was walking to my desk this morning, my shoe broke. Mind you, the shoes I was wearing? The same shoes that took a fucking month to get. So I am barefoot at work (it only just turned 6 am) and kind of annoyed.
Aside from that hiccup, my weekend was good. Friday was the first night of the “no milk in bed” rule, and for Bobby this also extended to only one glass of fluids right before bed, and nothing more till morning. Friday and Saturday went great! Both were also pretty tired. With Dax, I stopped doing “play” after story and instead have taken to singing to him, which causes him to curl up with me and snuggle, which rocks, and seems to relax him. Bobby was just so tired, he couldn’t fight with us. They both slept well, and Dax’s normal puddle of pee in the bed from him punishing his diaper with all the fluids was gone. It was great!
Friday night we ended up watching all of Disc One of season 2 of HIMYM. It was cool. Sure, we got to bed late, but we had a lot of fun. It also fueled a craving, which we opted to take care of Saturday night in the form of going to Islands for dinner. It was yummy, although Ken did say the craving was better than the cure. We enjoyed ourselves and had a good Saturday night.
Saturday, Ken had birthday parties, so the boys and I were on our own. We went to Target to get dad’s day presents. Pretty uneventful over all.
Ken just called me. It is 6:12. Two puppies just ran up to him on our lawn. About 6 months old. He is trying to leave early, and of course, this happens. He already has to take the boys up with him to summer school to set up, and then he will be bringing them back to Maria’s, so he may at that point just take the pups to the shelter. Like he needed more stress. I told him if he needed me to call me and I would see what I can do. Tammy is out today, but if need be, I can probably come and get them. Or the kids. I don’t know. If he really needs me, he will let me know.
Sunday was less hectic than this morning, and yet I feel like we did more! Bowling, of course, then out to Grammie’s for some fun in the pool. Bobby was doing so well! He would hold on to two noodles, and jump into the pool all on his own. He was going under and yet still hanging on, and would pop back up all excited. Then he would do it again. Dax also braved up. He was doing a lot of jumping. He was unsure of using the noodles, despite using them in our pool. But I think the fact that he couldn’t touch the ground was making him nervous.
Last night, after the boys went to bed, around 8, I was out helping Ken with the trailer. He was heading out to take Brandy some KMR, and thought it was a good excuse to also take the trailer up to the school. As we were working on hooking up the break lights, I heard someone rummaging in our garage. I couldn’t tell what it was, what with me being on the other side of the gate. I ran up to the gate, and I could see through the slats that it was Bobby. I opened the gate and sternly snipped, “Bobby!” He saw me and ran back towards the house. I called him again, and this time he stopped, and burst into tears. Turned out, he got up for some reason, came looking for us and couldn’t find us. So he ventured out to the garage since the back door was open, and the light on in the garage. It had scared him that he had left. Poor kid. He tells me, “I looked here and there, and everywhere and you were nowhere!” I was able to calm him down pretty quickly, and he was ok after a glass of milk. So yes, we broke our rule, but I think that this was an ok time.
Dude on the radio is snorting hot sauce. So nasty! They are now trying to get him to do Lysol. Oh. My. God.
Someone stickered our cars. I was driving behind Ken, and I saw that he had the new KROQ sticker. So I asked him why he didn’t tell me that he had gotten stickers. He had not, so I assumed that meant someone just thought it would be funny to sticker his car. Come to find out, they put one on my window as well. Not upset, really. It is on the glass right below my other KROQ sticker. It is more funny than anything at this point.
It’s a shame we are not in the market for any new critters. Two puppies in our yard, Brandy has 2 week old kittens (which we had said since Ittles that when we get the boys their own cats that it would be cool to get such little ones again for maximum bonding) that need homes. It is crazy!
Ken just called. He has dubbed the puppies Google and Yahoo, since they are black lab pups. You figure it goes with our theme of search engine dog names (sorry, Lycos, you are no longer as unique!). Ken said they are super sweet, kid friendly. The boys are getting a real kick out of them. Ken said that he is putting our name on them at the shelter so that in case they are not picked (or not retrieved from their owners) that they call us. Who knows, we may have more critters anyway!
Is it bad that there is a small part of me that would love to keep them?
MaryAnn is going to see if she can return my shoes and get me either replacements or credit. I am cool with this. I can no longer pretend to have shoes, though. So I guess I am barefoot. I would run home to get shoes, but why bother right now. Hopefully I don’t get some meeting all of the sudden. I can’t even really go home since there is no Tammy AND no Vicki now. Jim gets pretty pissy when there are multiple people missing.
Ok, just talked to the shelter. If Google and Yahoo are not claimed or adopted by Friday 8 am, we will need to come and get them.
Oh! Couple thoughts.
Why in the fuck do people watch golf? Ok, that’s fine, they like the sport, but let’s take it a step further. Who the fuck watches it in high def????? Apparently folks in Manhattan Beach.
I went on a rant last night concerning the Blur Fairy from Pinocchio. I think she is a whore (Ken actually now wants to make me a bumper sticker that says so). At the very least, she is a tease. I was pointing out that she goes and puts this puppet in the world with no training, appoints a freaking cricket to watch over him, and doesn’t do a whole lot for him. Sure, she bails him out once, and turns him to a real boy, but it doesn’t seem like a fair test for this puppet. Second, what the hell does poor Jiminy get out of this? He is clearly smitten with this blue chick (not to be confused with Smurfette) and she kinds of flirts it up with him so he takes the job of conscience, then in the end, all she gives him is a fucking ribbon? How about a quicie, lady? Shoot, damn cricket risks his life for a damn puppet and you can’t throw him a bone? Oh, and don’t even ask how I got on this whole topic. It will actually make this whole paragraph make less sense.
F this song, btw
My eyes are open wideAnd by the way, I made itThrough the dayI watched the world outsideBy the way, I'm leaving outTodayWell, I just saw hailey'sComet shootingSaid why you always runningIn place?Even the man in theMoon disappearsSomewhere in theStratosphere
How in the fuck did you just see Haily’s Comet??????? You stupid fuck. Last it came around, I was in like the 5th grade, and we were taught that it only comes around every 76 years, so I am thinking we won’t be seeing it for a bit. I know, totally random to be annoyed with this. Actually, it is very Ken of me. I found myself getting slightly annoyed at the mention of iPods and something else that is the wrong time span on How I Met Your Mother. Because if I am understanding correctly, this was taking place in the late 90’s. I could be wrong. If I am not, then you can understand my annoyance at it. Or not, since you may think I am uber nitpicking. LOL!
My schedule is all off today. I am used to getting a phone call from Ken right about now (9:30) for the morning check in. But since he has class so early, plus I talked to him several times this morning, I don’t anticipate said call. I am thinking of sending him a text to bring me some shoes when he is done with class.
I have had Revolution stuck in my head since yesterday.
My hair doesn’t look red anymore. I think the combo of pool and sun has left me a brunette again. It wasn’t a perm color, so I am not shocked. But it does mean I may go back to it. Not now, as I can’t do that to my hair again. The time of coloring my hair like every couple of weeks with different colors is long gone.
Is it irresponsible to get two puppies? In all fairness, they would be uber loved in my house. They have gobs of back yard, and two little boys that would just eat them up. 3 of the cats would tolerate it. Monarch might be pretty annoyed. He already can’t stand Lycos. Granted, Lycos isn’t super fond of him, either. However, two pups might prove to be useful minions for my cat. Pros: boys would have their own pet. Lycos would have dogs to play with. They would be fun. Cons: Money, current critters won’t like, kids might get bored, money, where exactly do you store 3 dogs when you are out of town? It is a lot of critter (it would actually mean we have an almost even ratio of dog to cat). I mean, 2 more cats compared to two more dogs is truly night and day. I have never thought of myself as a multidog household. And I am pretty sure I would draw the line at 2, so adding it up to 3, well, that is a real life pack. Do I really have time for obedience training? I am a bit of a stickler on that. Where would they sleep? Lycos has a crate in our room. Add two more dogs, and dude, we have a lot of dog! Plus, they are labs, or probably a mix. Lycos is a medium dog. We lucked out in her sizing. She isn’t more than 50 pounds. If these two are real labs, or mixed different, and they are boys, we are looking at a potential of 90 plus pound pooches. Plus, I can safely say we would never hear the end of it from parental units. No, that last one isn’t a deciding factor, but I get harassed enough on certain things, I don’t need to give them more ammo.
To dog or not to dog, that is the question. I couldn’t break them up (unless one gets adopted or something). I am not even sure I understand the rules, which is why I think we will go down there after work. She told me we have first pick Friday between 8 and 9. I wonder if that is that they are no longer held for their potential owners, or if they go on doggie death row at that point. I tried to ask questions, but the lady seemed busy, so I think it would be easier to go down there. Plus, I want to see them first anyway. I might not be drawn to them.
I really wanted a golden retriever, next. I was, no joke, looking them up at shelters last week. Just for kicks you see. So it would be funny to have two lab pups instead. If only I could win the lottery. This would not be a problem.
It sucks that it is stereotypically true that money will fix everything.
Yay Jenni!! Yes, random, but she knows why.
Apparently I was too chipper this morning. As I was walking to my desk this morning, my shoe broke. Mind you, the shoes I was wearing? The same shoes that took a fucking month to get. So I am barefoot at work (it only just turned 6 am) and kind of annoyed.
Aside from that hiccup, my weekend was good. Friday was the first night of the “no milk in bed” rule, and for Bobby this also extended to only one glass of fluids right before bed, and nothing more till morning. Friday and Saturday went great! Both were also pretty tired. With Dax, I stopped doing “play” after story and instead have taken to singing to him, which causes him to curl up with me and snuggle, which rocks, and seems to relax him. Bobby was just so tired, he couldn’t fight with us. They both slept well, and Dax’s normal puddle of pee in the bed from him punishing his diaper with all the fluids was gone. It was great!
Friday night we ended up watching all of Disc One of season 2 of HIMYM. It was cool. Sure, we got to bed late, but we had a lot of fun. It also fueled a craving, which we opted to take care of Saturday night in the form of going to Islands for dinner. It was yummy, although Ken did say the craving was better than the cure. We enjoyed ourselves and had a good Saturday night.
Saturday, Ken had birthday parties, so the boys and I were on our own. We went to Target to get dad’s day presents. Pretty uneventful over all.
Ken just called me. It is 6:12. Two puppies just ran up to him on our lawn. About 6 months old. He is trying to leave early, and of course, this happens. He already has to take the boys up with him to summer school to set up, and then he will be bringing them back to Maria’s, so he may at that point just take the pups to the shelter. Like he needed more stress. I told him if he needed me to call me and I would see what I can do. Tammy is out today, but if need be, I can probably come and get them. Or the kids. I don’t know. If he really needs me, he will let me know.
Sunday was less hectic than this morning, and yet I feel like we did more! Bowling, of course, then out to Grammie’s for some fun in the pool. Bobby was doing so well! He would hold on to two noodles, and jump into the pool all on his own. He was going under and yet still hanging on, and would pop back up all excited. Then he would do it again. Dax also braved up. He was doing a lot of jumping. He was unsure of using the noodles, despite using them in our pool. But I think the fact that he couldn’t touch the ground was making him nervous.
Last night, after the boys went to bed, around 8, I was out helping Ken with the trailer. He was heading out to take Brandy some KMR, and thought it was a good excuse to also take the trailer up to the school. As we were working on hooking up the break lights, I heard someone rummaging in our garage. I couldn’t tell what it was, what with me being on the other side of the gate. I ran up to the gate, and I could see through the slats that it was Bobby. I opened the gate and sternly snipped, “Bobby!” He saw me and ran back towards the house. I called him again, and this time he stopped, and burst into tears. Turned out, he got up for some reason, came looking for us and couldn’t find us. So he ventured out to the garage since the back door was open, and the light on in the garage. It had scared him that he had left. Poor kid. He tells me, “I looked here and there, and everywhere and you were nowhere!” I was able to calm him down pretty quickly, and he was ok after a glass of milk. So yes, we broke our rule, but I think that this was an ok time.
Dude on the radio is snorting hot sauce. So nasty! They are now trying to get him to do Lysol. Oh. My. God.
Someone stickered our cars. I was driving behind Ken, and I saw that he had the new KROQ sticker. So I asked him why he didn’t tell me that he had gotten stickers. He had not, so I assumed that meant someone just thought it would be funny to sticker his car. Come to find out, they put one on my window as well. Not upset, really. It is on the glass right below my other KROQ sticker. It is more funny than anything at this point.
It’s a shame we are not in the market for any new critters. Two puppies in our yard, Brandy has 2 week old kittens (which we had said since Ittles that when we get the boys their own cats that it would be cool to get such little ones again for maximum bonding) that need homes. It is crazy!
Ken just called. He has dubbed the puppies Google and Yahoo, since they are black lab pups. You figure it goes with our theme of search engine dog names (sorry, Lycos, you are no longer as unique!). Ken said they are super sweet, kid friendly. The boys are getting a real kick out of them. Ken said that he is putting our name on them at the shelter so that in case they are not picked (or not retrieved from their owners) that they call us. Who knows, we may have more critters anyway!
Is it bad that there is a small part of me that would love to keep them?
MaryAnn is going to see if she can return my shoes and get me either replacements or credit. I am cool with this. I can no longer pretend to have shoes, though. So I guess I am barefoot. I would run home to get shoes, but why bother right now. Hopefully I don’t get some meeting all of the sudden. I can’t even really go home since there is no Tammy AND no Vicki now. Jim gets pretty pissy when there are multiple people missing.
Ok, just talked to the shelter. If Google and Yahoo are not claimed or adopted by Friday 8 am, we will need to come and get them.
Oh! Couple thoughts.
Why in the fuck do people watch golf? Ok, that’s fine, they like the sport, but let’s take it a step further. Who the fuck watches it in high def????? Apparently folks in Manhattan Beach.
I went on a rant last night concerning the Blur Fairy from Pinocchio. I think she is a whore (Ken actually now wants to make me a bumper sticker that says so). At the very least, she is a tease. I was pointing out that she goes and puts this puppet in the world with no training, appoints a freaking cricket to watch over him, and doesn’t do a whole lot for him. Sure, she bails him out once, and turns him to a real boy, but it doesn’t seem like a fair test for this puppet. Second, what the hell does poor Jiminy get out of this? He is clearly smitten with this blue chick (not to be confused with Smurfette) and she kinds of flirts it up with him so he takes the job of conscience, then in the end, all she gives him is a fucking ribbon? How about a quicie, lady? Shoot, damn cricket risks his life for a damn puppet and you can’t throw him a bone? Oh, and don’t even ask how I got on this whole topic. It will actually make this whole paragraph make less sense.
F this song, btw
My eyes are open wideAnd by the way, I made itThrough the dayI watched the world outsideBy the way, I'm leaving outTodayWell, I just saw hailey'sComet shootingSaid why you always runningIn place?Even the man in theMoon disappearsSomewhere in theStratosphere
How in the fuck did you just see Haily’s Comet??????? You stupid fuck. Last it came around, I was in like the 5th grade, and we were taught that it only comes around every 76 years, so I am thinking we won’t be seeing it for a bit. I know, totally random to be annoyed with this. Actually, it is very Ken of me. I found myself getting slightly annoyed at the mention of iPods and something else that is the wrong time span on How I Met Your Mother. Because if I am understanding correctly, this was taking place in the late 90’s. I could be wrong. If I am not, then you can understand my annoyance at it. Or not, since you may think I am uber nitpicking. LOL!
My schedule is all off today. I am used to getting a phone call from Ken right about now (9:30) for the morning check in. But since he has class so early, plus I talked to him several times this morning, I don’t anticipate said call. I am thinking of sending him a text to bring me some shoes when he is done with class.
I have had Revolution stuck in my head since yesterday.
My hair doesn’t look red anymore. I think the combo of pool and sun has left me a brunette again. It wasn’t a perm color, so I am not shocked. But it does mean I may go back to it. Not now, as I can’t do that to my hair again. The time of coloring my hair like every couple of weeks with different colors is long gone.
Is it irresponsible to get two puppies? In all fairness, they would be uber loved in my house. They have gobs of back yard, and two little boys that would just eat them up. 3 of the cats would tolerate it. Monarch might be pretty annoyed. He already can’t stand Lycos. Granted, Lycos isn’t super fond of him, either. However, two pups might prove to be useful minions for my cat. Pros: boys would have their own pet. Lycos would have dogs to play with. They would be fun. Cons: Money, current critters won’t like, kids might get bored, money, where exactly do you store 3 dogs when you are out of town? It is a lot of critter (it would actually mean we have an almost even ratio of dog to cat). I mean, 2 more cats compared to two more dogs is truly night and day. I have never thought of myself as a multidog household. And I am pretty sure I would draw the line at 2, so adding it up to 3, well, that is a real life pack. Do I really have time for obedience training? I am a bit of a stickler on that. Where would they sleep? Lycos has a crate in our room. Add two more dogs, and dude, we have a lot of dog! Plus, they are labs, or probably a mix. Lycos is a medium dog. We lucked out in her sizing. She isn’t more than 50 pounds. If these two are real labs, or mixed different, and they are boys, we are looking at a potential of 90 plus pound pooches. Plus, I can safely say we would never hear the end of it from parental units. No, that last one isn’t a deciding factor, but I get harassed enough on certain things, I don’t need to give them more ammo.
To dog or not to dog, that is the question. I couldn’t break them up (unless one gets adopted or something). I am not even sure I understand the rules, which is why I think we will go down there after work. She told me we have first pick Friday between 8 and 9. I wonder if that is that they are no longer held for their potential owners, or if they go on doggie death row at that point. I tried to ask questions, but the lady seemed busy, so I think it would be easier to go down there. Plus, I want to see them first anyway. I might not be drawn to them.
I really wanted a golden retriever, next. I was, no joke, looking them up at shelters last week. Just for kicks you see. So it would be funny to have two lab pups instead. If only I could win the lottery. This would not be a problem.
It sucks that it is stereotypically true that money will fix everything.
Yay Jenni!! Yes, random, but she knows why.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Fire
6-19-09
It is 7:40 and I just realized I have written nothing.
I am tired of feeling nauseas. I can no longer blame the gum since I have not chewed any this morning. I suppose my breakfast might not have sat right, but this is the same ick feeling I have had all week. And it is a different kind of sick feeling. My stomach doesn’t “hurt”. It feels a little bloated, but not by a lot. I feel this sick more in, for lack of a better description, in the bottom of my throat. Not heartburn feeling, either. It is distinctly the feeling like I have to hurl. When I think about it too much, I get my hypochondriac panic attack, which doesn’t give me anymore insight to the ailment. It always seems to go away, so I am not concerned, and really, it is minor overall. It is just annoying to feel icky.
We went in the pool yesterday, and it is cool to see the boys getting so good at floating with their noodles, and Bobby even is doing a lot without them. Sunday should be fun. I am hoping to get them both to work on the underwater stuff and maybe some more swimming techniques. I know I am not doing swim classes, but I figure getting them just comfortable in the water, and showing them things will get them closer to it. I may look into a class anyway. I just have to check pricing. Perhaps I need to look into that membership to the YMCA.
It started off as another bad Dax night. He was yelling for us a bunch. He was exhausted, having really only a few hours of sleep the night before, and then swimming last night. So I decided rather than yell at him, I curled up next to him for 10 minutes and stroked his head and back, which resulted in him finally drifting off. I don’t remember hearing him again last night. That could mean he actually slept, or it means that I did.
If only I could figure out what to do with Bobby. He keeps coming out of his room to “get a glass of milk”. My feeling is that he just does this to come out. The rule was one glass of milk that we kept in the fridge that he could come out and drink from, and when it was gone, he went to water. The problem with this is that he now knows he has full permission to come out. I told Ken last night that we have not been consistent enough. The new rule tonight is no more fluids after he goes to bed. We had also been taking stuff away from him, but right now, I think if we stick with this as a rule, we can go from there. One of the other things we need to do this weekend is remove some of the items near his bed. Basically, not just clean his room, but make it a little less awesome. He has too many cool things, including his own radio and lizard, so I am thinking that he needs to lose some things and maybe earn them back.
I may need to get Showtime just so I can watch Bullshit with Penn and Teller.
Ken did not take Dax today. I am not happy about this. I really feel he needs to bond some more with him. I am well aware of the fact that he attaches to me a whole lot, but it gets frustrating. Especially since I sometimes feel like I am neglecting Bobby in the process. We have a trip in August, and we were discussing seating arrangements on the plane. It sits 3 across, so we will each sit with a kid in a different row. No problem. Of course, I am sitting with Dax. I don’t mind. I dig the crap out of him and I get him since really, he is a mini me in so many ways. But I miss Bobby sometimes. I think if Ken and Dax bond a bit more, it gives us more options. Yes, Dax goes with Ken when they get out of the car and stuff like that, but I just want to make sure in a situation like a plane ride, they both like the seating arrangement.
I have decided today will be good. I decided this early this morning. So far, it has been good. Got payments from several customers, have found paperwork that was needed, just various god things. I got an email that something I had ordered was finally shipped after being on backorder. HIMYM comes today. All around good. I think I may tell Ken we need to splurge and do pizza tonight and just vege out. Maybe go in the pool a bit. I am getting quite the arm tan from my time outside. Even my cleavage is getting tan. I just hope I don’t peel. I hate that!
I seem to have forgotten how to swallow pills. I was never good at it. Mostly because I put the pill in first, then drank the water. Ken taught me that you put the water in first. Problem solved. I was able to not only swallow the one little Advil that used to choke me, I was able to swallow like 8 at a time. Ok, not that I am saying I have been known to take that many at once (there was a time) but I was meaning I could take my vitamins, a pain killer and maybe some Sudafed all at once. Now, I am telling you, just one vitamin, one I have taken forever, is causing me problems. I wonder what that is about.
The boss certainly is trying to make it a craptastic day.
I just likened the boss’s lack of priorities to the difference between putting out a match and a forest fire. He often is real quick to piss on the match, but he just runs from the forest fire.
It is 7:40 and I just realized I have written nothing.
I am tired of feeling nauseas. I can no longer blame the gum since I have not chewed any this morning. I suppose my breakfast might not have sat right, but this is the same ick feeling I have had all week. And it is a different kind of sick feeling. My stomach doesn’t “hurt”. It feels a little bloated, but not by a lot. I feel this sick more in, for lack of a better description, in the bottom of my throat. Not heartburn feeling, either. It is distinctly the feeling like I have to hurl. When I think about it too much, I get my hypochondriac panic attack, which doesn’t give me anymore insight to the ailment. It always seems to go away, so I am not concerned, and really, it is minor overall. It is just annoying to feel icky.
We went in the pool yesterday, and it is cool to see the boys getting so good at floating with their noodles, and Bobby even is doing a lot without them. Sunday should be fun. I am hoping to get them both to work on the underwater stuff and maybe some more swimming techniques. I know I am not doing swim classes, but I figure getting them just comfortable in the water, and showing them things will get them closer to it. I may look into a class anyway. I just have to check pricing. Perhaps I need to look into that membership to the YMCA.
It started off as another bad Dax night. He was yelling for us a bunch. He was exhausted, having really only a few hours of sleep the night before, and then swimming last night. So I decided rather than yell at him, I curled up next to him for 10 minutes and stroked his head and back, which resulted in him finally drifting off. I don’t remember hearing him again last night. That could mean he actually slept, or it means that I did.
If only I could figure out what to do with Bobby. He keeps coming out of his room to “get a glass of milk”. My feeling is that he just does this to come out. The rule was one glass of milk that we kept in the fridge that he could come out and drink from, and when it was gone, he went to water. The problem with this is that he now knows he has full permission to come out. I told Ken last night that we have not been consistent enough. The new rule tonight is no more fluids after he goes to bed. We had also been taking stuff away from him, but right now, I think if we stick with this as a rule, we can go from there. One of the other things we need to do this weekend is remove some of the items near his bed. Basically, not just clean his room, but make it a little less awesome. He has too many cool things, including his own radio and lizard, so I am thinking that he needs to lose some things and maybe earn them back.
I may need to get Showtime just so I can watch Bullshit with Penn and Teller.
Ken did not take Dax today. I am not happy about this. I really feel he needs to bond some more with him. I am well aware of the fact that he attaches to me a whole lot, but it gets frustrating. Especially since I sometimes feel like I am neglecting Bobby in the process. We have a trip in August, and we were discussing seating arrangements on the plane. It sits 3 across, so we will each sit with a kid in a different row. No problem. Of course, I am sitting with Dax. I don’t mind. I dig the crap out of him and I get him since really, he is a mini me in so many ways. But I miss Bobby sometimes. I think if Ken and Dax bond a bit more, it gives us more options. Yes, Dax goes with Ken when they get out of the car and stuff like that, but I just want to make sure in a situation like a plane ride, they both like the seating arrangement.
I have decided today will be good. I decided this early this morning. So far, it has been good. Got payments from several customers, have found paperwork that was needed, just various god things. I got an email that something I had ordered was finally shipped after being on backorder. HIMYM comes today. All around good. I think I may tell Ken we need to splurge and do pizza tonight and just vege out. Maybe go in the pool a bit. I am getting quite the arm tan from my time outside. Even my cleavage is getting tan. I just hope I don’t peel. I hate that!
I seem to have forgotten how to swallow pills. I was never good at it. Mostly because I put the pill in first, then drank the water. Ken taught me that you put the water in first. Problem solved. I was able to not only swallow the one little Advil that used to choke me, I was able to swallow like 8 at a time. Ok, not that I am saying I have been known to take that many at once (there was a time) but I was meaning I could take my vitamins, a pain killer and maybe some Sudafed all at once. Now, I am telling you, just one vitamin, one I have taken forever, is causing me problems. I wonder what that is about.
The boss certainly is trying to make it a craptastic day.
I just likened the boss’s lack of priorities to the difference between putting out a match and a forest fire. He often is real quick to piss on the match, but he just runs from the forest fire.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Who knew I would blog about Obama and poop at the same time?
6-18-09
Obama is the freaking man. I love the hell out of the video of him killing the fly. He is so smooth when he does it. I am telling you, it truly doesn’t matter what he does in office, unless he kills a guy or something, which I maintain he would also do cool, where was I? Ok, yes, he just plain rocks.
Oh, yes, and fuck off PETA. He killed a fly. If this is a way to get in the press, fuck off. If this is a way to make a plea that flies have feelings, fuck off. If this is some kind of way to, well, actually, there is nothing you can say to make this ok. Fuck off PETA.
Horrible, just horrible. There is some couple that was supposed to be on the Air France flight that went down last week. They missed the flight, didn’t die with everyone else, should be considered lucky, right? They just died in a car crash. Apparently you can’t escape death if you are really supposed to die.
I am guessing Ken is NOT going to keep Dax today. Dax has been up since 1. It was for milk, a missing green bat, Lego, butt pain, and any other number of things that was keeping him awake. At 4, about 10 minutes before the alarm goes off, I got up to go take care of him. However, I thought that the door had been roped shut (Ken’s lock to keep him from coming out at all hours of the night when he is like this), but in fact, it was not. Unfortunately, I was then peeing, so when he came out, Ken had to jump out of bed. Ken was cranky, Dax was cranky, it was all around bad. At one point I went in and changed his diaper per his request, but there was no poop that made it look rashy or anything. So I gave him some Tylenol hoping it would help him. By the time I left, he looked like he had actually fallen asleep, so I am crossing my fingers that he sleeps in.
Last night Bobby forgot a key aspect of his jammies. He didn’t put on his pull ups. What was really odd was that he had an accident. Normally he comes out to poop or pee, especially before he has dozed off. Last night, perhaps motivated by the hopes for pool time today, he took my request of not coming out as to not come out for anything. Normally we stress that it is ALWAYS ok to come out for that. So I don’t know what happened there. Either way, he comes out and tells us he pooped. Ok, no problem, Ken goes in to his room with him with the intent of changing him. Instead, he discovers a puddle in Bobby’s bed. The assumption is that there was a pull up failure. Well, it can’t fail if there is nothing there. So the poop that Bobby had was not safely contained in the pull up, but instead rolling down his pant legs. With some tag team effort, we had him cleaned up and his bed sheets changed in only 10 minutes or so. Not bad. Plus, Bobby didn’t feel horrible, so this was good, too. Quite the evening.
I submitted my Lakers piece to the Beach Reporter, Daily Breeze and LA Times. I didn’t see it posted anywhere, nor did I hear back from them. Unfortunately, it truly was a time sensitive piece, so I can’t imagine anyone caring today. I was pretty proud of it, and quite flattered with the responses of people who did read it. Ken told me he actually didn’t realize I wrote it right away, which I am going to take as good. LOL! Perhaps my skills are improving. Now I just need another topic. Hmmm…
What the hell are the whisper sisters doing here early? It throws off my whole day because I think it is 8 when it is really 7. Lame!!
I am always amused at people who think I am the expert on things I happen to like. I had another former co-worker (she was one of the ones laid off, yet they now have her here again as a consultant) come up to me yesterday and ask me about tattoos. She wanted to know if the one she was getting on her back would hurt. It was her first, and quite large for a first time, but realistically, it was on the top of her back and it would probably feel fine. Of course, I don’t have tons of ink. My two tattoos are tiny and both took less than 20 minutes. How much of an authority am I? I am the poster girl for the alternative set in my office. And yet I am as tame as they come. I have this desire to do something to be more in line with what they think of me. Mind you, Ken was not pleased with this statement, saying that this is not the best reason to get a tattoo, but right now, the main reason for not having gotten more ink is due to money. They are pricey! I have pretty much settled on Mommy Cat as my next tattoo. I am still working out the details in my head on her outfit. My two key chains of her are pretty close to what I want to do. I definitely want her outfit to be red and black. Black tank top, similar to the one in my car, but instead of it saying Hello Kitty or the something in Japanese, I am considering it saying Mom. Her skirt is the problem, now. One of mine is a pink leopard print, and the other is red plaid. The leopard print is super cute, and if changed to red, it would actually match one of my favorite skirts that I own. However, the plaid, is also a skirt I own. I think the plaid wouldn’t show up as well in the size tattoo I want. Yet I wonder if that isn’t a cuter look. She will have the red/black bow, a cool black bracelet with no other real modifications from the images I have. So now, it is all about what skirt! What is more me? Once I figure that out, I need to save up since I figure it will take a couple hours. I will need to go consult with the guy and see just how long it will take, since that will determine his pricing. My thoughts right now are the inside of my wrist on my right hand. Any feed back?
Woo hoo! Just got email from Netflix, we get disc one of season two tomorrow. Very excited! What I really need to do it watch 7 pounds so I can send it back. Maybe Ken can make me a copy. Or I just don’t watch it and don’t worry about it until it comes out on HBO or something.
The boss is on a stupid streak. He is being nosy about minor accounts and not thinking before he speaks. I am choosing the path of least resistance. Which basically means, I don’t bother replying to his request, unless he is standing in front of me, and then I just tell him what he wants to hear, since let’s face it, he won’t remember anything you tell him.
Do I want chocolate or a soda?
Dax was walking yesterday with his hand in a fist and so I ask him what he has in his hand, assuming he is carrying something. He looks at his hand, looks at me with the, Are you an idiot face, and says, “Fingers.” He is so my kid.
Obama is the freaking man. I love the hell out of the video of him killing the fly. He is so smooth when he does it. I am telling you, it truly doesn’t matter what he does in office, unless he kills a guy or something, which I maintain he would also do cool, where was I? Ok, yes, he just plain rocks.
Oh, yes, and fuck off PETA. He killed a fly. If this is a way to get in the press, fuck off. If this is a way to make a plea that flies have feelings, fuck off. If this is some kind of way to, well, actually, there is nothing you can say to make this ok. Fuck off PETA.
Horrible, just horrible. There is some couple that was supposed to be on the Air France flight that went down last week. They missed the flight, didn’t die with everyone else, should be considered lucky, right? They just died in a car crash. Apparently you can’t escape death if you are really supposed to die.
I am guessing Ken is NOT going to keep Dax today. Dax has been up since 1. It was for milk, a missing green bat, Lego, butt pain, and any other number of things that was keeping him awake. At 4, about 10 minutes before the alarm goes off, I got up to go take care of him. However, I thought that the door had been roped shut (Ken’s lock to keep him from coming out at all hours of the night when he is like this), but in fact, it was not. Unfortunately, I was then peeing, so when he came out, Ken had to jump out of bed. Ken was cranky, Dax was cranky, it was all around bad. At one point I went in and changed his diaper per his request, but there was no poop that made it look rashy or anything. So I gave him some Tylenol hoping it would help him. By the time I left, he looked like he had actually fallen asleep, so I am crossing my fingers that he sleeps in.
Last night Bobby forgot a key aspect of his jammies. He didn’t put on his pull ups. What was really odd was that he had an accident. Normally he comes out to poop or pee, especially before he has dozed off. Last night, perhaps motivated by the hopes for pool time today, he took my request of not coming out as to not come out for anything. Normally we stress that it is ALWAYS ok to come out for that. So I don’t know what happened there. Either way, he comes out and tells us he pooped. Ok, no problem, Ken goes in to his room with him with the intent of changing him. Instead, he discovers a puddle in Bobby’s bed. The assumption is that there was a pull up failure. Well, it can’t fail if there is nothing there. So the poop that Bobby had was not safely contained in the pull up, but instead rolling down his pant legs. With some tag team effort, we had him cleaned up and his bed sheets changed in only 10 minutes or so. Not bad. Plus, Bobby didn’t feel horrible, so this was good, too. Quite the evening.
I submitted my Lakers piece to the Beach Reporter, Daily Breeze and LA Times. I didn’t see it posted anywhere, nor did I hear back from them. Unfortunately, it truly was a time sensitive piece, so I can’t imagine anyone caring today. I was pretty proud of it, and quite flattered with the responses of people who did read it. Ken told me he actually didn’t realize I wrote it right away, which I am going to take as good. LOL! Perhaps my skills are improving. Now I just need another topic. Hmmm…
What the hell are the whisper sisters doing here early? It throws off my whole day because I think it is 8 when it is really 7. Lame!!
I am always amused at people who think I am the expert on things I happen to like. I had another former co-worker (she was one of the ones laid off, yet they now have her here again as a consultant) come up to me yesterday and ask me about tattoos. She wanted to know if the one she was getting on her back would hurt. It was her first, and quite large for a first time, but realistically, it was on the top of her back and it would probably feel fine. Of course, I don’t have tons of ink. My two tattoos are tiny and both took less than 20 minutes. How much of an authority am I? I am the poster girl for the alternative set in my office. And yet I am as tame as they come. I have this desire to do something to be more in line with what they think of me. Mind you, Ken was not pleased with this statement, saying that this is not the best reason to get a tattoo, but right now, the main reason for not having gotten more ink is due to money. They are pricey! I have pretty much settled on Mommy Cat as my next tattoo. I am still working out the details in my head on her outfit. My two key chains of her are pretty close to what I want to do. I definitely want her outfit to be red and black. Black tank top, similar to the one in my car, but instead of it saying Hello Kitty or the something in Japanese, I am considering it saying Mom. Her skirt is the problem, now. One of mine is a pink leopard print, and the other is red plaid. The leopard print is super cute, and if changed to red, it would actually match one of my favorite skirts that I own. However, the plaid, is also a skirt I own. I think the plaid wouldn’t show up as well in the size tattoo I want. Yet I wonder if that isn’t a cuter look. She will have the red/black bow, a cool black bracelet with no other real modifications from the images I have. So now, it is all about what skirt! What is more me? Once I figure that out, I need to save up since I figure it will take a couple hours. I will need to go consult with the guy and see just how long it will take, since that will determine his pricing. My thoughts right now are the inside of my wrist on my right hand. Any feed back?
Woo hoo! Just got email from Netflix, we get disc one of season two tomorrow. Very excited! What I really need to do it watch 7 pounds so I can send it back. Maybe Ken can make me a copy. Or I just don’t watch it and don’t worry about it until it comes out on HBO or something.
The boss is on a stupid streak. He is being nosy about minor accounts and not thinking before he speaks. I am choosing the path of least resistance. Which basically means, I don’t bother replying to his request, unless he is standing in front of me, and then I just tell him what he wants to hear, since let’s face it, he won’t remember anything you tell him.
Do I want chocolate or a soda?
Dax was walking yesterday with his hand in a fist and so I ask him what he has in his hand, assuming he is carrying something. He looks at his hand, looks at me with the, Are you an idiot face, and says, “Fingers.” He is so my kid.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
the wednesday report
6-17-09
Is it inappropriate to teach the boys that when they are biting the heads off of their fruit snacks (they have some that are animals) that they are decapitating them? Is it also bad to ask them if the brains taste good? Or is it really only over the top when I told them that eating the brains makes them smarter?
We finished season one of How I Met Your Mother last night. I am such a freaking girl. In the season finale, Marshall and Lilly break up. I know that this is only temporary having watched most of season 2, yet I found myself all teary and crap. What the hell???? Not only are they fake people, I know that it all gets better!! In all fairness, I still cry when I watch other movies over and over despite knowing the good outcome. Not that this is helping my case, but at least I know it happens a lot.
Bobby’s whining seemed to peak again yesterday. Bad timing on his part since Ken had taken him to work with him on Monday. I have been wondering if when he gets special treatment like that if it increases his whining. I don’t know if this is really the case, so I need more evidence. However, being that Ken is doing summer school starting next week, Bobby will realistically not be going to work with him any time soon. At least then we will have a routine.
Because Ken is on his own this week, it was suggested that he takes Dax with him one day. It may be today since Ken might have to go to Anaheim to get kits for Saturday’s parties, and it would be good for Dax to get some Daddy time. Bobby gets Daddy time a lot, and even a lot of Mommy time, but Dax doesn’t get as much one on one Daddy time as he probably should. So I hope that it works out. Thinking about it, the one on one time they do get is in the middle of the night when you hear Dax yelling out, “DADDY!!!” when he needs something. I guess that is bonding.
The bribe on the table was pool time with mommy this afternoon. He messed that up last night with coming out several times. Ken asked me if there was something we could have him do to get it back. Bobby has to get dressed 100% on his own this morning and not whine when he goes to Maria’s. I am hoping he does ok. He is going to have a lot of issues when he realizes that Dax gets to go with daddy to “work”. Ken was going to just take them both, and tell Maria that he would come back for Dax 5 minutes later and kind of sneak him out. I don’t think this is a good plan. Then Bobby will start to assume that we aren’t honest with him and if we are not around that we might do something like take Dax behind his back. Not a good idea overall. I am ok with some lying. Ken could tell Bobby has a doc appt and that is why he isn’t going to Maria’s. It would give him an out on not sneaking around, and Bobby won’t get as upset.
The boss is going to be annoying today. I wonder if I should take some pain killers now as a buffer for the ones I will need to take when I get the raging headache.
I am loving that Joe Rogan is rocking the fanny pack. He has decided to bring them back. Look, if Joe Rogan says they rock, then they rock. Nuff said.
My back hurts. I think I was sleeping all kinds of weird. This of course also meant I didn’t sleep well, so I am tired. I can get to sleep earlier tonight as we don’t have any HIMYM discs, and this means we can attempt to crawl into bed early. I feel like such an old lady. 10, which is practically the time I get to sleep each night, is not that late. It is late, I guess, when you get up at 4:10 like I do, but even so, sometimes it really sucks being at a point in which you can no longer function on 2 hours of sleep a night. Your body is able to do that at two times in your life. Once, right after high school. It doesn’t matter if you are in college or not, it is a time when curfews are a thing of the past, there is less parental involvement and you kind of go wild. The other time is when you have kids. Newborns to about 2, you assume sleep is truly a luxury, and despite needing the sleep, you are still able to work, feed the baby and not piss yourself because the toilet just seems too far away. It isn’t as functional as the right out of high school time period. I mean, when you are in that mode, you are pumped and ready for anything even if you have not slept but maybe for 3 hours in a 48 hour period. I know that some people do still have that energy and no sleep even without being 19 or with a child, but I maintain that they are lacking somewhere. Either that, or the energy is artificial. Coffee, soda, uppers, you name it, they must use it. If they don’t, I can guess they have left their briefcase on the roof of the car more than once. If none of this is true, they are alien, and you should probably run from them.
Wow, I went on quite the tangent.
I love it when I have policy to back me up. Someone wanted to do an order on our cash account, which is really just for small orders in a one time only type of situation. We have a policy that states that we can do orders on this account for up to $3500. Anything more, we need to set the customer up with an account as a just in case. This order was for $7K. The rep got uppity with me saying that since they were paying with a credit card, why do we need an account? Well, being that credit cards are no longer considered secure payment, and we have had problems in the past, we set up a policy that said we need the account. I was able to send him the policy, still say that I would run it by the boss to get an exception on this if he wanted. Instead, he responded with the account set up request. Love it!
I feel nauseous. I wonder what that is about. I think the gum I chew does it.
So Dax didn’t want to stay with Daddy today. I wonder what that is about. Oh well. Ken has two more days to see if Dax wants to stay with him. Dax has asked the last couple days if he could go to work with Ken, but I guess he just wasn’t digging it today. On a positive note concerning Bobby, Ken told him that his pool privileges would be reinstated if he got dressed 100% on his own and didn’t whine. Mission accomplished. I guess I am going in the pool when I get home. LOL!
I love that Bobby calls Bohemian Rhapsody the Good Bye Song.
Oh, George Michael, how your sweet sounds make me swoon. I am ok with loving his music, and him for that matter. Have you heard Heal the Pain? Shoot, if it is lame to love that, then I am the lamest person in the world.
I just bashed Los Angeles in my latest article. I don’t know what to call my little writing projects. Articles? A piece? I call this my journal, so I don’t think of them as journals. Column? I am not sure I am good enough for that, yet, but I will continue to practice. I just wish more people read it so I could get more feedback.
I was always (ok, I still am) such a pack rat, especially when it came to saving letters and cards from people. I have folders with sections for each person’s letters, and a section of folks that only sent me one or two. I figure some day they will be fun to go over. Hell, they are fun to look at any time! But now, I am sad. In this age of email, IM and text, communication is constant. Although I save lots of emails from people, there are just so many, it would be impossible to go through them at a later date, and do I really want to? When you hand wrote a letter, it was important since you took the time to actually get a piece of paper and write out something. Now, you can bang out an email in like 2 minutes. And get a response 2 minutes later. Jenni and I will have 45 emails back and forth before noon on any given day. Some of the chit chat is just that, chit chat, but some of it is worth while. But how do I know it is worthwhile in 2 years? Or 10? I have had some awesome email conversations with people over the last 10 years that are on some hard drive somewhere. There is no crinkled piece of paper bearing the markings of that special folding you did with notes. I love that they are somewhere in my electronical archives, but they just don’t seem as tangible. Don’t worry, I won’t print them out. Good lord, I would take out an entire forest by myself if I did that. I have copied some important emails and put them in word documents, but even though this takes out all the breaks, it is still a virtual document, and subject to hard drive crashes or just obscurity unless I somehow stumble across some old hard drive that I need to clean off. I guess that is what makes them so cool when you do find them since you forgot the existed. But in that same thought, I am a little bummed that my grandkids won’t be in my attic thumbing through boxes of old letters between Ken and I. Things change, and this is ok, but it is sometimes a bummer.
Is it inappropriate to teach the boys that when they are biting the heads off of their fruit snacks (they have some that are animals) that they are decapitating them? Is it also bad to ask them if the brains taste good? Or is it really only over the top when I told them that eating the brains makes them smarter?
We finished season one of How I Met Your Mother last night. I am such a freaking girl. In the season finale, Marshall and Lilly break up. I know that this is only temporary having watched most of season 2, yet I found myself all teary and crap. What the hell???? Not only are they fake people, I know that it all gets better!! In all fairness, I still cry when I watch other movies over and over despite knowing the good outcome. Not that this is helping my case, but at least I know it happens a lot.
Bobby’s whining seemed to peak again yesterday. Bad timing on his part since Ken had taken him to work with him on Monday. I have been wondering if when he gets special treatment like that if it increases his whining. I don’t know if this is really the case, so I need more evidence. However, being that Ken is doing summer school starting next week, Bobby will realistically not be going to work with him any time soon. At least then we will have a routine.
Because Ken is on his own this week, it was suggested that he takes Dax with him one day. It may be today since Ken might have to go to Anaheim to get kits for Saturday’s parties, and it would be good for Dax to get some Daddy time. Bobby gets Daddy time a lot, and even a lot of Mommy time, but Dax doesn’t get as much one on one Daddy time as he probably should. So I hope that it works out. Thinking about it, the one on one time they do get is in the middle of the night when you hear Dax yelling out, “DADDY!!!” when he needs something. I guess that is bonding.
The bribe on the table was pool time with mommy this afternoon. He messed that up last night with coming out several times. Ken asked me if there was something we could have him do to get it back. Bobby has to get dressed 100% on his own this morning and not whine when he goes to Maria’s. I am hoping he does ok. He is going to have a lot of issues when he realizes that Dax gets to go with daddy to “work”. Ken was going to just take them both, and tell Maria that he would come back for Dax 5 minutes later and kind of sneak him out. I don’t think this is a good plan. Then Bobby will start to assume that we aren’t honest with him and if we are not around that we might do something like take Dax behind his back. Not a good idea overall. I am ok with some lying. Ken could tell Bobby has a doc appt and that is why he isn’t going to Maria’s. It would give him an out on not sneaking around, and Bobby won’t get as upset.
The boss is going to be annoying today. I wonder if I should take some pain killers now as a buffer for the ones I will need to take when I get the raging headache.
I am loving that Joe Rogan is rocking the fanny pack. He has decided to bring them back. Look, if Joe Rogan says they rock, then they rock. Nuff said.
My back hurts. I think I was sleeping all kinds of weird. This of course also meant I didn’t sleep well, so I am tired. I can get to sleep earlier tonight as we don’t have any HIMYM discs, and this means we can attempt to crawl into bed early. I feel like such an old lady. 10, which is practically the time I get to sleep each night, is not that late. It is late, I guess, when you get up at 4:10 like I do, but even so, sometimes it really sucks being at a point in which you can no longer function on 2 hours of sleep a night. Your body is able to do that at two times in your life. Once, right after high school. It doesn’t matter if you are in college or not, it is a time when curfews are a thing of the past, there is less parental involvement and you kind of go wild. The other time is when you have kids. Newborns to about 2, you assume sleep is truly a luxury, and despite needing the sleep, you are still able to work, feed the baby and not piss yourself because the toilet just seems too far away. It isn’t as functional as the right out of high school time period. I mean, when you are in that mode, you are pumped and ready for anything even if you have not slept but maybe for 3 hours in a 48 hour period. I know that some people do still have that energy and no sleep even without being 19 or with a child, but I maintain that they are lacking somewhere. Either that, or the energy is artificial. Coffee, soda, uppers, you name it, they must use it. If they don’t, I can guess they have left their briefcase on the roof of the car more than once. If none of this is true, they are alien, and you should probably run from them.
Wow, I went on quite the tangent.
I love it when I have policy to back me up. Someone wanted to do an order on our cash account, which is really just for small orders in a one time only type of situation. We have a policy that states that we can do orders on this account for up to $3500. Anything more, we need to set the customer up with an account as a just in case. This order was for $7K. The rep got uppity with me saying that since they were paying with a credit card, why do we need an account? Well, being that credit cards are no longer considered secure payment, and we have had problems in the past, we set up a policy that said we need the account. I was able to send him the policy, still say that I would run it by the boss to get an exception on this if he wanted. Instead, he responded with the account set up request. Love it!
I feel nauseous. I wonder what that is about. I think the gum I chew does it.
So Dax didn’t want to stay with Daddy today. I wonder what that is about. Oh well. Ken has two more days to see if Dax wants to stay with him. Dax has asked the last couple days if he could go to work with Ken, but I guess he just wasn’t digging it today. On a positive note concerning Bobby, Ken told him that his pool privileges would be reinstated if he got dressed 100% on his own and didn’t whine. Mission accomplished. I guess I am going in the pool when I get home. LOL!
I love that Bobby calls Bohemian Rhapsody the Good Bye Song.
Oh, George Michael, how your sweet sounds make me swoon. I am ok with loving his music, and him for that matter. Have you heard Heal the Pain? Shoot, if it is lame to love that, then I am the lamest person in the world.
I just bashed Los Angeles in my latest article. I don’t know what to call my little writing projects. Articles? A piece? I call this my journal, so I don’t think of them as journals. Column? I am not sure I am good enough for that, yet, but I will continue to practice. I just wish more people read it so I could get more feedback.
I was always (ok, I still am) such a pack rat, especially when it came to saving letters and cards from people. I have folders with sections for each person’s letters, and a section of folks that only sent me one or two. I figure some day they will be fun to go over. Hell, they are fun to look at any time! But now, I am sad. In this age of email, IM and text, communication is constant. Although I save lots of emails from people, there are just so many, it would be impossible to go through them at a later date, and do I really want to? When you hand wrote a letter, it was important since you took the time to actually get a piece of paper and write out something. Now, you can bang out an email in like 2 minutes. And get a response 2 minutes later. Jenni and I will have 45 emails back and forth before noon on any given day. Some of the chit chat is just that, chit chat, but some of it is worth while. But how do I know it is worthwhile in 2 years? Or 10? I have had some awesome email conversations with people over the last 10 years that are on some hard drive somewhere. There is no crinkled piece of paper bearing the markings of that special folding you did with notes. I love that they are somewhere in my electronical archives, but they just don’t seem as tangible. Don’t worry, I won’t print them out. Good lord, I would take out an entire forest by myself if I did that. I have copied some important emails and put them in word documents, but even though this takes out all the breaks, it is still a virtual document, and subject to hard drive crashes or just obscurity unless I somehow stumble across some old hard drive that I need to clean off. I guess that is what makes them so cool when you do find them since you forgot the existed. But in that same thought, I am a little bummed that my grandkids won’t be in my attic thumbing through boxes of old letters between Ken and I. Things change, and this is ok, but it is sometimes a bummer.
Lakers Schmakers
6-17-09
This morning at 11 am, Los Angeles is celebrating.
The Los Angeles Lakers brought home yet another World Championship. Everyone rejoice and cheer since our beloved heroes are going to grace us with their presence in a huge parade through the streets of Los Angeles.
Are you out of your mind?
I will preface this with a disclaimer. I don’t like basketball. Never have, probably never will. I have attended one game because we were given phenomenal seats for a Clippers game. I enjoyed myself only because of the amusing music selections determined by who had the ball. When the Clippers had the ball, it was an upbeat selection, and when the opposing team had the ball, it was a menacing melody. It was good guy/bad guy music set to a sport. But even that wasn’t enough to keep me interested.
However, I do recognize that sports are important to a city. I have enjoyed baseball games, hockey games, even football, which is only slightly less offensive than basketball. When your home team wins, it is awesome. I watched the 1988 Los Angeles Dodgers win the World Series and I was elated with pride. I felt the same way about a team that I never routed for before, the Red Sox, when they finally broke their curse with their World Series win a few years back. I even have cheered the Ducks when they won the Stanley Cup, and they are rivals of my Kings! It doesn’t really matter the sport, it just matters that we are enjoyed the game and cheer the victors.
But where do we draw that line? Does every championship need that much fanfare? And more importantly, does the fanfare need to cost millions of dollars?
Athletes as it is, make gobs of cash for a game. They are good at it, and they make a franchise a crap load of money for their talent, therefore giving many people jobs, and even more people hours of enjoyment at the ballpark, local sports bar or even their own home. We could make the argument that all of the places you watch a sport put money into the economy. From the ticket price, to the beers bought at Nationals to the pizza you ordered from your living room. Professional sports are big business, and not just to the owners.
Perhaps we should in fact celebrate their victory with vigor. Didn’t they in fact not only give us entertainment, but they possibly are one of the only things that is still stimulating our hurting economy?
Even though I agree that these are all good reasons, I don’t think they are enough to warrant the parade scheduled for this morning.
I am not the only one who feels this way. There was a lot of backlash about the price tag on this little shin dig. We are a city, we are a state, in financial crisis. Jobs are being eliminated, city workers put on furlough and budgets slashed across the board. Isn’t it a tad irresponsible to throw a party just because some sports team played a game, made lots of money for themselves, and let’s face it, will do it again.
Bernard Parks had the audacity to say, “"I don't think we have a choice, this is one of those things that happen once in a decade."
Has he only lived in LA for a week?
Let’s look at the facts. The Lakers since their creation in 1948, they have only missed the NBA playoffs 5 times. They have 15 NBA titles, with 4 of those championships this decade. 4 out of the last 9 years they won! Hardly a once in a decade sort of situation.
The criticism resulted in today’s parade being paid partially by the Lakers organization and other sponsors, guaranteeing any costs the city would have been responsible for being covered. Great, problem solved, right?
Does this check being cut to LA cover the citizens that got to work late because of the freeway closures this morning? Does it cover the businesses that are likely to be closed along the parade route due to the congestion of fans converging along the route? Does it cover the messes that are not on city property? Does it cover the productivity slum that may occur when employees log onto the live broadcast from their work computers? I realize that these may seem like minor expenses, but what I am trying to say is that by paying the city for this, it doesn’t cover all costs of a major event like a parade in downtown.
In addition to these costs, there is the possibility of violence and vandalism. This isn’t news to anyone, especially since some of the players records PSA’s begging our city to not go stupid. If we really think that there is even the slightest chance of riots, shouldn’t we reconsider rewarding the team and city? When someone is killed by this violence, no amount of corporate sponsorship is going to cover that loss.
Be happy for your win, cheer for your team, enjoy your moment, but don’t for one moment think that this was so important that we spent as a community 2 million plus dollars on a frivolous party when there are so many more important things that need that kind of funding. Hey, Lakers players? I applaud your skills on the court, but instead of us celebrating you, maybe you should celebrate your city and volunteer this morning at a shelter instead of expecting adoration from Angelinos? Homeless shelters, unemployment issues, health care, and any other countless number of things rank higher than a parade right now. We should have an escape, we should have something to celebrate every once in a while, but we need to keep it in perspective. A man in Hermosa Beach was found this week in his apartment with a gunshot wound to his head. It was self inflicted only moments after he set his apartment ablaze. The reason? He couldn’t make rent this month. Do you think he was celebrating a 5 game series?
This morning at 11 am, Los Angeles is celebrating.
The Los Angeles Lakers brought home yet another World Championship. Everyone rejoice and cheer since our beloved heroes are going to grace us with their presence in a huge parade through the streets of Los Angeles.
Are you out of your mind?
I will preface this with a disclaimer. I don’t like basketball. Never have, probably never will. I have attended one game because we were given phenomenal seats for a Clippers game. I enjoyed myself only because of the amusing music selections determined by who had the ball. When the Clippers had the ball, it was an upbeat selection, and when the opposing team had the ball, it was a menacing melody. It was good guy/bad guy music set to a sport. But even that wasn’t enough to keep me interested.
However, I do recognize that sports are important to a city. I have enjoyed baseball games, hockey games, even football, which is only slightly less offensive than basketball. When your home team wins, it is awesome. I watched the 1988 Los Angeles Dodgers win the World Series and I was elated with pride. I felt the same way about a team that I never routed for before, the Red Sox, when they finally broke their curse with their World Series win a few years back. I even have cheered the Ducks when they won the Stanley Cup, and they are rivals of my Kings! It doesn’t really matter the sport, it just matters that we are enjoyed the game and cheer the victors.
But where do we draw that line? Does every championship need that much fanfare? And more importantly, does the fanfare need to cost millions of dollars?
Athletes as it is, make gobs of cash for a game. They are good at it, and they make a franchise a crap load of money for their talent, therefore giving many people jobs, and even more people hours of enjoyment at the ballpark, local sports bar or even their own home. We could make the argument that all of the places you watch a sport put money into the economy. From the ticket price, to the beers bought at Nationals to the pizza you ordered from your living room. Professional sports are big business, and not just to the owners.
Perhaps we should in fact celebrate their victory with vigor. Didn’t they in fact not only give us entertainment, but they possibly are one of the only things that is still stimulating our hurting economy?
Even though I agree that these are all good reasons, I don’t think they are enough to warrant the parade scheduled for this morning.
I am not the only one who feels this way. There was a lot of backlash about the price tag on this little shin dig. We are a city, we are a state, in financial crisis. Jobs are being eliminated, city workers put on furlough and budgets slashed across the board. Isn’t it a tad irresponsible to throw a party just because some sports team played a game, made lots of money for themselves, and let’s face it, will do it again.
Bernard Parks had the audacity to say, “"I don't think we have a choice, this is one of those things that happen once in a decade."
Has he only lived in LA for a week?
Let’s look at the facts. The Lakers since their creation in 1948, they have only missed the NBA playoffs 5 times. They have 15 NBA titles, with 4 of those championships this decade. 4 out of the last 9 years they won! Hardly a once in a decade sort of situation.
The criticism resulted in today’s parade being paid partially by the Lakers organization and other sponsors, guaranteeing any costs the city would have been responsible for being covered. Great, problem solved, right?
Does this check being cut to LA cover the citizens that got to work late because of the freeway closures this morning? Does it cover the businesses that are likely to be closed along the parade route due to the congestion of fans converging along the route? Does it cover the messes that are not on city property? Does it cover the productivity slum that may occur when employees log onto the live broadcast from their work computers? I realize that these may seem like minor expenses, but what I am trying to say is that by paying the city for this, it doesn’t cover all costs of a major event like a parade in downtown.
In addition to these costs, there is the possibility of violence and vandalism. This isn’t news to anyone, especially since some of the players records PSA’s begging our city to not go stupid. If we really think that there is even the slightest chance of riots, shouldn’t we reconsider rewarding the team and city? When someone is killed by this violence, no amount of corporate sponsorship is going to cover that loss.
Be happy for your win, cheer for your team, enjoy your moment, but don’t for one moment think that this was so important that we spent as a community 2 million plus dollars on a frivolous party when there are so many more important things that need that kind of funding. Hey, Lakers players? I applaud your skills on the court, but instead of us celebrating you, maybe you should celebrate your city and volunteer this morning at a shelter instead of expecting adoration from Angelinos? Homeless shelters, unemployment issues, health care, and any other countless number of things rank higher than a parade right now. We should have an escape, we should have something to celebrate every once in a while, but we need to keep it in perspective. A man in Hermosa Beach was found this week in his apartment with a gunshot wound to his head. It was self inflicted only moments after he set his apartment ablaze. The reason? He couldn’t make rent this month. Do you think he was celebrating a 5 game series?
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
blah blah blah
6-16-09
It is a good day, good morning! No boss man!! I kind of knew it was coming since I knew he was visiting a customer of mine today that is located in Northern California, but I wasn’t sure if he would be here in the morning and then just leave early, or if he was taking the day to visit other customers in the area. Lucky for me, it was the latter.
So now, I have to decide on how to do these reports. They are from the 10th and it is now 6 days later. The reports needed I think are only just for the boss to see how we are doing, but they don’t match, and I am unsure of how much effort needs to be done in order to give old data. So I think I will wait until he asks for them and let him know that we are working on it, and that way he can’t question it too much. It isn’t that I don’t want to do them. On the contrary, I actually don’t mind the reports. I just don’t see how it is efficient to spin my wheels on something that is almost a week old and not crucial to anyone. I would much rather run a new report and do partial reporting. We will see. With him out today, I can hold off.
I am a little bummed. I was hoping to attend something like 2 weddings this month, but both didn’t happen. One was my brother who said they were considering a wedding this month. I have not heard anything. The other was my nephew that up until only like a month ago, I thought had lived in El Segundo. Apparently Ken and I were wrong and in fact they live in Washington. Unfortunately, we really just can’t swing that kind of travel right now. Such a bummer! I know they will have a fun wedding as they both are fun people. It is in a meadow! How cool is that? I can’t wait to see the pics.
Dax had an indecisive afternoon. Ken had taken Bobby to a class with him since he was going to be able to build mini figs (which Bobby LOVES!), so that left just Dax and I. So of course, I spoiled him. He got two bags of fruit snacks! Plus, I told him he could watch whatever he wanted. So he chose Bolt. Cool! We sat down and then he spied the box of DVDs. Over the weekend we had been cleaning out the hall closet which included all of our DVDs. We had taken out the discs themselves and were packing away our collector series and the sleeves. We had not put it in the attic yet and this was a problem only because then Dax saw every cool movie he would want to see. So every 10 minutes, he wanted to watch a different movie. It got to the point where he changed his mind in the middle of saying a movie title! “I want skeleton, no wait, gabba, no wait, Bolt, no wait, Buzz Lightyear movie!” No kidding. I didn’t mind, except that I didn’t want to just stand at the DVD player and change out discs. I wish I had like a 5 disc player, then I could of just changed between them all.
I tried several things. Finally, he settled on Super Why, which is like crack to him, and he sat on his little blue chair in front of me while I napped on the couch. He would touch me every now and again to make sure I was “paying attention” and I sang along on some of the stuff so he knew I was still there. It was a good afternoon.
Bobby lost Spike, his blanket and last I saw, his Lego Robot. He was told that if he keeps coming out of his room to get water, milk, etc, that he would lose the things most precious to him. He just doesn’t want to go to sleep. He knows it is ok to come out to use the restroom. So he does that a couple times, despite having nothing to pee. He gets one glass of milk in the fridge, which up until the last two nights, he had free reign on. Once that milk was gone, though, he had to go to water. Fine, except then he came out every 4 minutes to get a swig of water, and he would dink around in the process. We even had to pause the show we were watching since it would distract him. So I finally told him two nights ago that drink time was over. If he came out, he lost things each time. He didn’t come out then, but last night he was clearly testing the waters. When I fell asleep, he had lost the three items, but I don’t know if he came out again after I fell asleep. I know he is tired, but to some degree, I worry he is like Ken and that he just is a night owl. That being said, I also have seen him crash out before Dax, so who knows.
We need to go to the grocery store today. Milk is all gone!
People at work mentioned my hair, and I felt better. It is acting up this morning. I actually washed it today, which I had not in a few days. I didn’t want to wash it after I dyed it, so I wanted to wait for a couple days. It needed it, despite looking pretty good yesterday. So now today, it is angry with me and is showing its anger by being all wild and crazy. I may have to pull it back if it doesn’t start to behave.
I am super sleepy. Clearly, 4 days of sleeping in was me being spoiled. Not that I slept in that much, but enough that I can feel the difference.
We got the last disc of How I Met Your Mother season 1. So in 4 episodes we will be ready to move on to season 2. We watched most of that season already, but Ken missed a bunch I watched, and by watching it on disc, we can see it non syndicated. Yay!
It is Dad’s day this weekend. I suppose I should get some Dad’s day stuff for the dads in my life!
OMG, thank goodness. My dad sent me this game called circle the cat. It is this little cat on these green dots and you have to click the dots to “block” them while the cat moves from dot to dot. You take turns. You block, cat moves. Your goal is to block the cat into a circle so she can’t get out. I did it like 10 times, getting annoyed each time. I finally was about to give up and look up some cheat sheet, when I actually completed it. I was a little disappointed that there was no fan faire on the site. It didn’t pop up with a “You Win!” or anything. Kind of took away how excited I was, but it really doesn’t matter. I was just happy to complete it once so that then I wouldn’t have to keep doing it.
I got my card from Locks of Love thanking me for my donation. Way cool! I now have it up at my desk. It is funny how it looks so personalized, when really, these days they can make anything look like they really saw my name and personally thanked me. Not that I am not happy with my card or my donation, I just find it amusing.
Why do people cook carrots?
I am not sure I have accomplished much this morning.
I am not suggesting I am depressed, I am simply asking the question. How do you know when being sad is actually depression? I know there are web sites and doctors, but when does it get to the point where the person is in trouble? And no, I don’t mean like when they off themselves or something like that, I mean, are we as a society making too much out of sadness? Or maybe not enough? There was a time when people might have just been sad about something, but now, that same sad might require a pill or therapy. And on top of that, because of how easy it is to be diagnosed depressed (I faked it when I was pregnant and I got pills), I wonder if we miss the ones that really need it because of a-holes like me for having faked it the one time to get out of work. Like with kids, you hear all these horrible stories of 9 year olds hanging themselves. Is that because kids no longer just can be sad? They have to suicidal? I know some obviously are, but I am worried the lines are so blurred now that the wrong people are being ignored and the ones who just need a little extra attention are getting more than they need. I think about it sometimes when Bobby get sad about things. I know preschoolers get “sad” about things (usually when something is taken from them), but as an over protective mom who has no experience with other 4 year olds, I do get worried that it is something else. Clearly he has me wrapped around his little finger.
I just ate some of my headache inducing chips. They are tasty, but the headache isn’t worth it. It must be the MSG. Luckily, they were very stale, so I didn’t feel bad about tossing the remaining crumbs.
I was having fun with my camera yesterday, taking pics of Dax and myself. I was actually pretty pleased with at least one of the pics of me. There is a cute one of Dax and I that is cute, despite it looking like I am hogging the spotlight by covering part of his face with my big ole head.
I hope it is warm on Saturday. I can go in the pool with the boys. I know we are swimming on Sunday, too, but it will be fun to go on Saturday. Ken has said that we are going to need to use something like chlorine, which is a shame, but if it keeps the pool clean, it needs to be done.
I guess Ken has no classes this week.
I start too many of my paragraphs in this journal with “I”.
My head (Ha Ha! No I!) hurts.
Thank you Stephanie, Jenni, Alyssa and Edith for saying nice things about my red hair!!
There is a picture of me and Ken on my desk from the Death Cab concert, and I guess the toner was acting up, but my hair actually looks like a burgundy. Funny!
I guess Burgundy and Maroon are the same color, or at least pretty similar. I think I had been under the impression that Maroon was more purple. So when I described liking the deep red of Burgundy, I didn’t want to call it Maroon since I didn’t want people thinking it was more plum colored. I am a tard extraordinaire.
Silver Sun Pickups? Hmmm..I guess they do this cool song I like. No, I am wrong. I guess it is Cage the Elephant. Dammit KROQ, make up your mind!!
Were my bangs annoying in high school or did I just think they were because of how I look at them in pictures?
I need to stop chewing on the inside of my cheeks. I think that is making me nauseous.
Ok, now they are playing Silversun Pickups. I do not like them that much.
Whisper Sisters are on the loose. When the boss is gone (one of them doesn’t have her direct supervisor OR the main boss), they wander around, gossip and generally don’t do much of anything. I am cutting one of them slack since she just found out her mother has cancer. The other, well, there is slack cut, too, since she defended me last week when the big boss was wondering where everyone was. Even with the slack, though, I find them offensive at times. This morning, the one with the sick mom (I have decided to not name names in general for work stuff since you hear about all these people getting fired over what they post online. Mind you, it isn’t like a hard code to crack, but this way I feel like I am doing something about it) wanted me to get on the phone with a customer of hers to tell them something regarding CODs. I am not the COD chick, nor am I the boss. I told her what I thought she should do on this situation, and beyond that, it was up to her and her customer. Basically, we sent her a part COD. UPS never sent us a check. In the past, it is the customer’s responsibility to contact UPS for the whereabouts of the check since in reality, it is their money and their responsibility to get us the payment, and if they don’t have a receipt from UPS that they gave the driver a payment, then tough shit on them. If this is a problem, then the parts manager needs to decide how we will handle it, not AR. Parts may decide to send a driver out to get the check, or they may have the check and have not turned it in to us. So she wanted me to tell the customer all of this. Look, I will help people, but when it comes to pretty much doing their job, I draw the line. Besides, she acts like she is so swamped (both of them do), yet neither of them are every actually WORKING. Look, I know I am goofing off right now, but when I need to work, I work.
Some people need to also figure out humor. I have an invoice that is 140 days out for $18K on this notoriously stupid account. Customer claims we billed wrong. The chick who has to fix it has drug her feet for 3 months. So I email her this morning and she tells me that I will love the answer that was rejected by her from him. She then said she would call me later for a laugh. It isn’t fucking funny, lady. It is $18K on my aging that gets my boss’s panties in a bunch. I don’t need funny, I need a fucking check or a credit memo to get this shit off my report. Funny is Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? Because he was dead. Look, that is funny. Not funny is some a-hole customer who hold payment because you are a fucking tard. Can you tell I get a little annoyed at idiots around here?
Mmmm….box spaghetti.
I AM SO BORED!!!
It is a good day, good morning! No boss man!! I kind of knew it was coming since I knew he was visiting a customer of mine today that is located in Northern California, but I wasn’t sure if he would be here in the morning and then just leave early, or if he was taking the day to visit other customers in the area. Lucky for me, it was the latter.
So now, I have to decide on how to do these reports. They are from the 10th and it is now 6 days later. The reports needed I think are only just for the boss to see how we are doing, but they don’t match, and I am unsure of how much effort needs to be done in order to give old data. So I think I will wait until he asks for them and let him know that we are working on it, and that way he can’t question it too much. It isn’t that I don’t want to do them. On the contrary, I actually don’t mind the reports. I just don’t see how it is efficient to spin my wheels on something that is almost a week old and not crucial to anyone. I would much rather run a new report and do partial reporting. We will see. With him out today, I can hold off.
I am a little bummed. I was hoping to attend something like 2 weddings this month, but both didn’t happen. One was my brother who said they were considering a wedding this month. I have not heard anything. The other was my nephew that up until only like a month ago, I thought had lived in El Segundo. Apparently Ken and I were wrong and in fact they live in Washington. Unfortunately, we really just can’t swing that kind of travel right now. Such a bummer! I know they will have a fun wedding as they both are fun people. It is in a meadow! How cool is that? I can’t wait to see the pics.
Dax had an indecisive afternoon. Ken had taken Bobby to a class with him since he was going to be able to build mini figs (which Bobby LOVES!), so that left just Dax and I. So of course, I spoiled him. He got two bags of fruit snacks! Plus, I told him he could watch whatever he wanted. So he chose Bolt. Cool! We sat down and then he spied the box of DVDs. Over the weekend we had been cleaning out the hall closet which included all of our DVDs. We had taken out the discs themselves and were packing away our collector series and the sleeves. We had not put it in the attic yet and this was a problem only because then Dax saw every cool movie he would want to see. So every 10 minutes, he wanted to watch a different movie. It got to the point where he changed his mind in the middle of saying a movie title! “I want skeleton, no wait, gabba, no wait, Bolt, no wait, Buzz Lightyear movie!” No kidding. I didn’t mind, except that I didn’t want to just stand at the DVD player and change out discs. I wish I had like a 5 disc player, then I could of just changed between them all.
I tried several things. Finally, he settled on Super Why, which is like crack to him, and he sat on his little blue chair in front of me while I napped on the couch. He would touch me every now and again to make sure I was “paying attention” and I sang along on some of the stuff so he knew I was still there. It was a good afternoon.
Bobby lost Spike, his blanket and last I saw, his Lego Robot. He was told that if he keeps coming out of his room to get water, milk, etc, that he would lose the things most precious to him. He just doesn’t want to go to sleep. He knows it is ok to come out to use the restroom. So he does that a couple times, despite having nothing to pee. He gets one glass of milk in the fridge, which up until the last two nights, he had free reign on. Once that milk was gone, though, he had to go to water. Fine, except then he came out every 4 minutes to get a swig of water, and he would dink around in the process. We even had to pause the show we were watching since it would distract him. So I finally told him two nights ago that drink time was over. If he came out, he lost things each time. He didn’t come out then, but last night he was clearly testing the waters. When I fell asleep, he had lost the three items, but I don’t know if he came out again after I fell asleep. I know he is tired, but to some degree, I worry he is like Ken and that he just is a night owl. That being said, I also have seen him crash out before Dax, so who knows.
We need to go to the grocery store today. Milk is all gone!
People at work mentioned my hair, and I felt better. It is acting up this morning. I actually washed it today, which I had not in a few days. I didn’t want to wash it after I dyed it, so I wanted to wait for a couple days. It needed it, despite looking pretty good yesterday. So now today, it is angry with me and is showing its anger by being all wild and crazy. I may have to pull it back if it doesn’t start to behave.
I am super sleepy. Clearly, 4 days of sleeping in was me being spoiled. Not that I slept in that much, but enough that I can feel the difference.
We got the last disc of How I Met Your Mother season 1. So in 4 episodes we will be ready to move on to season 2. We watched most of that season already, but Ken missed a bunch I watched, and by watching it on disc, we can see it non syndicated. Yay!
It is Dad’s day this weekend. I suppose I should get some Dad’s day stuff for the dads in my life!
OMG, thank goodness. My dad sent me this game called circle the cat. It is this little cat on these green dots and you have to click the dots to “block” them while the cat moves from dot to dot. You take turns. You block, cat moves. Your goal is to block the cat into a circle so she can’t get out. I did it like 10 times, getting annoyed each time. I finally was about to give up and look up some cheat sheet, when I actually completed it. I was a little disappointed that there was no fan faire on the site. It didn’t pop up with a “You Win!” or anything. Kind of took away how excited I was, but it really doesn’t matter. I was just happy to complete it once so that then I wouldn’t have to keep doing it.
I got my card from Locks of Love thanking me for my donation. Way cool! I now have it up at my desk. It is funny how it looks so personalized, when really, these days they can make anything look like they really saw my name and personally thanked me. Not that I am not happy with my card or my donation, I just find it amusing.
Why do people cook carrots?
I am not sure I have accomplished much this morning.
I am not suggesting I am depressed, I am simply asking the question. How do you know when being sad is actually depression? I know there are web sites and doctors, but when does it get to the point where the person is in trouble? And no, I don’t mean like when they off themselves or something like that, I mean, are we as a society making too much out of sadness? Or maybe not enough? There was a time when people might have just been sad about something, but now, that same sad might require a pill or therapy. And on top of that, because of how easy it is to be diagnosed depressed (I faked it when I was pregnant and I got pills), I wonder if we miss the ones that really need it because of a-holes like me for having faked it the one time to get out of work. Like with kids, you hear all these horrible stories of 9 year olds hanging themselves. Is that because kids no longer just can be sad? They have to suicidal? I know some obviously are, but I am worried the lines are so blurred now that the wrong people are being ignored and the ones who just need a little extra attention are getting more than they need. I think about it sometimes when Bobby get sad about things. I know preschoolers get “sad” about things (usually when something is taken from them), but as an over protective mom who has no experience with other 4 year olds, I do get worried that it is something else. Clearly he has me wrapped around his little finger.
I just ate some of my headache inducing chips. They are tasty, but the headache isn’t worth it. It must be the MSG. Luckily, they were very stale, so I didn’t feel bad about tossing the remaining crumbs.
I was having fun with my camera yesterday, taking pics of Dax and myself. I was actually pretty pleased with at least one of the pics of me. There is a cute one of Dax and I that is cute, despite it looking like I am hogging the spotlight by covering part of his face with my big ole head.
I hope it is warm on Saturday. I can go in the pool with the boys. I know we are swimming on Sunday, too, but it will be fun to go on Saturday. Ken has said that we are going to need to use something like chlorine, which is a shame, but if it keeps the pool clean, it needs to be done.
I guess Ken has no classes this week.
I start too many of my paragraphs in this journal with “I”.
My head (Ha Ha! No I!) hurts.
Thank you Stephanie, Jenni, Alyssa and Edith for saying nice things about my red hair!!
There is a picture of me and Ken on my desk from the Death Cab concert, and I guess the toner was acting up, but my hair actually looks like a burgundy. Funny!
I guess Burgundy and Maroon are the same color, or at least pretty similar. I think I had been under the impression that Maroon was more purple. So when I described liking the deep red of Burgundy, I didn’t want to call it Maroon since I didn’t want people thinking it was more plum colored. I am a tard extraordinaire.
Silver Sun Pickups? Hmmm..I guess they do this cool song I like. No, I am wrong. I guess it is Cage the Elephant. Dammit KROQ, make up your mind!!
Were my bangs annoying in high school or did I just think they were because of how I look at them in pictures?
I need to stop chewing on the inside of my cheeks. I think that is making me nauseous.
Ok, now they are playing Silversun Pickups. I do not like them that much.
Whisper Sisters are on the loose. When the boss is gone (one of them doesn’t have her direct supervisor OR the main boss), they wander around, gossip and generally don’t do much of anything. I am cutting one of them slack since she just found out her mother has cancer. The other, well, there is slack cut, too, since she defended me last week when the big boss was wondering where everyone was. Even with the slack, though, I find them offensive at times. This morning, the one with the sick mom (I have decided to not name names in general for work stuff since you hear about all these people getting fired over what they post online. Mind you, it isn’t like a hard code to crack, but this way I feel like I am doing something about it) wanted me to get on the phone with a customer of hers to tell them something regarding CODs. I am not the COD chick, nor am I the boss. I told her what I thought she should do on this situation, and beyond that, it was up to her and her customer. Basically, we sent her a part COD. UPS never sent us a check. In the past, it is the customer’s responsibility to contact UPS for the whereabouts of the check since in reality, it is their money and their responsibility to get us the payment, and if they don’t have a receipt from UPS that they gave the driver a payment, then tough shit on them. If this is a problem, then the parts manager needs to decide how we will handle it, not AR. Parts may decide to send a driver out to get the check, or they may have the check and have not turned it in to us. So she wanted me to tell the customer all of this. Look, I will help people, but when it comes to pretty much doing their job, I draw the line. Besides, she acts like she is so swamped (both of them do), yet neither of them are every actually WORKING. Look, I know I am goofing off right now, but when I need to work, I work.
Some people need to also figure out humor. I have an invoice that is 140 days out for $18K on this notoriously stupid account. Customer claims we billed wrong. The chick who has to fix it has drug her feet for 3 months. So I email her this morning and she tells me that I will love the answer that was rejected by her from him. She then said she would call me later for a laugh. It isn’t fucking funny, lady. It is $18K on my aging that gets my boss’s panties in a bunch. I don’t need funny, I need a fucking check or a credit memo to get this shit off my report. Funny is Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? Because he was dead. Look, that is funny. Not funny is some a-hole customer who hold payment because you are a fucking tard. Can you tell I get a little annoyed at idiots around here?
Mmmm….box spaghetti.
I AM SO BORED!!!
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