9-30-10
Boy, what a slacker! No blog for 2 days! I have a valid excuse. I have been crazy busy at work for two days. I am ready for a break. I have more work to do today, but I am dragging my feet this morning.
What is new? Nothing, really. It is the same ole stress and chaos that seems to be plaguing me these days. I keep trying to keep up with all the new stuff I have to do and I am not always able to. On the plus side, I was laughing hysterically about it all last night.
Our tree, Sideshow Bob, kept me up a good chunk of the night. He is shedding his little pellet berries which results in the constant thunk, ping, plop or thuds through the night of them hitting various surfaces outside. It is a good time, also, to steer clear of being under him. They don’t feel good when they hit you.
Tony Curtis, Eddie Fisher. Old famous guys with lots of wives and famous daughters dropping like flies.
Some quack on the radio predicting a giant earthquake this evening. Let’s hope he is still a quack come tonight.
Luna was barking odd last night, and I told Ken that if we have an earthquake right then that Luna has earned her keep as a earthquake detector. See I figure I can’t rely on either pup to protect me from Stabby Joe, so I have to hope they can protect me from shaking earth. I wonder what they would do with hermit crabs.
On the plus side, tonight I have no homework with the kids to deal with. Bobby did tonight’s homework last night and Dax doesn’t have homework on Thursdays (not that his stuff is a big deal). I do have to practice with Bobby and his bear. Tomorrow is Teddy Bear day at school. He is supposed to bring his bear to class. They have to introduce the class to their bear, tell them where they got it, and why it is special. He seems confident in his delivery with me, but I fear that he will have a meltdown similar to mine from my kindergarten days.
I have memories of puppets. Ok, one in particular that our teacher had us take home for a week. For that week, we were to prepare a character out of said puppet and present him in front of the class on Friday. I suppose I practiced in the idea that Matt and I did numerous puppet shows over the course of the week. I was excited and nervous, but figured it would be fine.
On the day of the puppet share, I was slated to go last. This is in a class of like 25 students. Some of the more boisterous students not only killed in their delivery, they did amazing ideas like having the puppet shake hands with audience members and do little dances. I like these ideas, and considered puppet plagiarism. My plans were dashed when the teacher declared a moratorium on interaction with the class like this. Fuck. Not only was I filled with fear, I had no material that has not already been done.
When my name was called, I walked to the front of the class, shaking all over. It is probably a good thing that I don’t actually vomit when my nerves are so crazed. I think I got out maybe only a few words total as I froze, unable to look at anyone. I can safely say this was my first experience with stage fright, and it is something that I have dealt with my entire life. Had I perhaps had a more understanding teacher at the time or maybe more confidence I would have pushed forward and succeeded. Instead, I sat down after what seemed like hours of torture, thankful that 5 year olds don’t have much of a memory.
It is one of those times in which I wish the classroom Bobby is in had a hidden room with one of those mirrors that I could spy on them. I would love to watch his bear presentation without my influence on his confidence. Unfortunately, I have to just hope that he doesn’t have vivid images of laughing kids and the feeling of hot embarrassment on his face like I do.
Ken has parties on both Saturday and Sunday. It means I can warrant taking the boys to get Star Wars bears this weekend. Ok, maybe not, but I sure would like to.
I also am slightly excited at him being at a party on Sunday as it means I can work on housework. I know this may not make sense, but I tend to get more done when he is not home.
Sheesh. I text Ken to ask him about the time of his party, and he texts back that he isn’t at the calendar and that Mrs Lira called and that Dax had an accident. I go into mega panic mode. Holy crap! What fucking happened???? I text back frantically, and wait for the bing that says new text. It finally comes and Ken informs me that he just got some pee on his pants.
God. Dammit.
Nothing like a heart attack for this fine morning.
Autocorrect on the iPhones is odd. It keeps correcting me when I put “me” to “mr”. Andy once sent me I think “Yay!” and it corrected it to “Yippie”. But the one that now takes the cake is Ken asked me for Stephanie’s number via text for school stuff, and autocorrect decided to ask me for Stroganoff’s number.
I am dead set on a good costume this year. I now currently own two different wolf masks, and a hat. My MIL sent me one of her nightgowns that is a possibility, although it is going to be crazy hot. I am still searching for nightgowns of my own, and I think I need to go to the cotton shop and maybe price out the fabric that matches my hat and take her up on the offer of making me a nightgown. I can then ship her fabric, measurements and have a cool costume. Perhaps I will actually win something this year at work. Now I just need some wolf hands and maybe feet.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
stress
9-27-10
It was a crazy weekend on many levels. I am actually relieved to be at work. It means some down time.
It was too freaking hot on Saturday to be running around, but there was a lot of stuff to do. We hit up some yard sales, looking for a table for the playroom. We did come across a rummage sale at one of the high schools and got Dax’s Halloween costume for only $8. It is a super cute Mickey Mouse costume that he loves. It needs some washing, but that is pretty minor. I am a little concerned he will roast in it, so a good coating of baby powder will be in order for that night. LOL!
Our other stop included the TRW swap meet. I had not been to the electronics one in some time. What was funny is that this was the first time where I actually found myself interested in things. LOL! I remember being so freaking bored when we used to go in high school. Although, this time was different, too, since I had the boys. I sent Ken on his way and the boys and I found one of the vendors that had toys. Specifically, they had a stuffed tiger that Bobby loved. As they rummaged through the box of old Happy Meal crap, the lady there fell deeply in love with my boys (who at first she thought were my son and daughter) and preceded to tell them to take everything they liked, and only charged me $3 total. LOL! It was pretty cool, really.
We then headed to the park for pictures. The boys didn’t ride their bikes as much as I would have expected. They discovered the kick ass climbing tree and played on that. It was amusing to watch Dax quiz this one mom on a bunch of stuff. He asked names and other things. Then Bobby started in, asking questions about her young son who was learning the walking thing. It was pretty funny.
Pictures took all of 10 minutes, but of course, the whole thing ends up being like an hour. It is good we got there early as we were able to start our turn way before our time. I got to help, which meant I showed the boys all how to stand on the dot and help them with hand placement. I felt all important.
After pictures, we went over to the coach’s apt where the boys could all swim. None of the other parents showed. In fact, one of the kids went with the coach, and the other kid didn’t even come. It was fine, since Bobby and Dax don’t care. They just know they got to play in the water.
Mr. Bossy Pants was out of control as usual, and on a couple of occasions, Ken barked at him to let go of the boys. I was not worried about them since I was pretty close to the action and knew that I could get in there if something happened.
After a little pizza, the boys went over to the field to play. Our team seemed to be doing ok, but you could see that the late game, and the fact that our boys only play together for an hour a week, was no match for the other team.
At the end of the 3rd quarter, the ball was thrown in and it smacked Bobby right in the head. I happened to be on that side of the field, trying to get better shots due to the sunlight issue. I also happened to be filming it, catching the bop on film. Poor kid. He seemed ok, but was clearly shaken. Not sure if his tears came because I happened to be there, or if it really hurt. Either way, he ran to me, sobbing. He sounded tired and worn out. Luckily, the quarter was over, and it was his turn to sit out anyway. We had hoped on him playing the 4th since it would have meant they could play 4 on 4 since the other team had 5 players, but my poor kid was not even interested in lifting his head from my chest.
I had to snip at Ken once during the game to stop barking at Bobby during the game. He is getting to harsh with him. It is true, Bobby doesn’t pay enough attention to the game. He once was running to the ball, and actually turned to wave to us. It was cute. But of course, he just isn’t intense on this game. It just means soccer is not his game. I don’t mind at all. In fact, I really want to get him into swimming more since it is the one thing he is uber focused on. If he took swimming lessons, he could learn things like water polo or diving or things like that. I think it would be better overall. Either way, Ken does need to not bark at him. Ken said he needed to since the coach was not. Well, then he needs to either bark at the coach after the game, or just suck it up.
We didn’t go to dinner with my folks as planned since my mom had a touch of a flu. Not a big deal, really. Mccloud was coming over to watch Sharktopus with us, so I liked the idea of getting home to prep for company rather than go to Bob’s.
I had some personal stress on Saturday night that I don’t think I will write about here. I am concerned with saying something that might cause a problem. Either way, it was exhausting and I was spent when it was all said and done.
Fuck. I have a meeting at 1:30. I hope I am out in time to get the kid.
It just occurred to me that the Friday night stress has completely overshadowed my Friday night stress.
I went to the school to get Bobby on Friday. I was early, which rocked because I was able to watch them play duck duck goose. He even waved. It was cute. While they played, though, the teacher called me over to tell me about an incident.
At lunch time, the lunch aide found Bobby with his hands around another kid’s neck. Yes, he was choking him.
Images of this flashed through my head. I was horrified. She tells me that it left a mark and that a note did go home to the student’s parents. I instantly asked her what I needed to do to make it right. My son had somehow been a bully.
The teacher was shockingly sweet about it. Maybe it was because I was attentive to the problem or maybe she has seen this so many times she is used to it. Either way, she assured me it was ok and that kids do this and really, it was probably play based. Either way, I was devastated. In instantly blamed myself. I know I should not, but then again, maybe I do need to. This is a kid who has swords and other violent toys. So does every child in America, though.
I talked to Bobby about it the whole way home. I didn’t yell, but I stressed to him that these kind of actions are not tolerable. I told him that this could lead to suspension and even expulsion. He didn’t like this idea. He also hated being considered a bully. This really upset him. The punishment was that he would get no tv that night.
The violence was bad, but the teacher also told me that Bobby has a hard time sitting still in class. She said he is very active. I was bothered by the fact that my kid has been acting up in school.
Part of me chalks it up to really this last week was his first week where he wasn’t terrified. So it was the first week that he could actually feel excited about being there, which translated into hyperactivity.
The other part is more dark. I am really concerned about his attention. He doesn’t pay attention in class, on the soccer field, even in the car when I tell him something and he doesn’t seem to hear me. Is this because he is 5? Is this because of something else?
Trust me, too, if you couple this with my Saturday night stress, I am a wreck.
I have a lot of work to do this morning, so I think I am going to wrap this up for now.
It was a crazy weekend on many levels. I am actually relieved to be at work. It means some down time.
It was too freaking hot on Saturday to be running around, but there was a lot of stuff to do. We hit up some yard sales, looking for a table for the playroom. We did come across a rummage sale at one of the high schools and got Dax’s Halloween costume for only $8. It is a super cute Mickey Mouse costume that he loves. It needs some washing, but that is pretty minor. I am a little concerned he will roast in it, so a good coating of baby powder will be in order for that night. LOL!
Our other stop included the TRW swap meet. I had not been to the electronics one in some time. What was funny is that this was the first time where I actually found myself interested in things. LOL! I remember being so freaking bored when we used to go in high school. Although, this time was different, too, since I had the boys. I sent Ken on his way and the boys and I found one of the vendors that had toys. Specifically, they had a stuffed tiger that Bobby loved. As they rummaged through the box of old Happy Meal crap, the lady there fell deeply in love with my boys (who at first she thought were my son and daughter) and preceded to tell them to take everything they liked, and only charged me $3 total. LOL! It was pretty cool, really.
We then headed to the park for pictures. The boys didn’t ride their bikes as much as I would have expected. They discovered the kick ass climbing tree and played on that. It was amusing to watch Dax quiz this one mom on a bunch of stuff. He asked names and other things. Then Bobby started in, asking questions about her young son who was learning the walking thing. It was pretty funny.
Pictures took all of 10 minutes, but of course, the whole thing ends up being like an hour. It is good we got there early as we were able to start our turn way before our time. I got to help, which meant I showed the boys all how to stand on the dot and help them with hand placement. I felt all important.
After pictures, we went over to the coach’s apt where the boys could all swim. None of the other parents showed. In fact, one of the kids went with the coach, and the other kid didn’t even come. It was fine, since Bobby and Dax don’t care. They just know they got to play in the water.
Mr. Bossy Pants was out of control as usual, and on a couple of occasions, Ken barked at him to let go of the boys. I was not worried about them since I was pretty close to the action and knew that I could get in there if something happened.
After a little pizza, the boys went over to the field to play. Our team seemed to be doing ok, but you could see that the late game, and the fact that our boys only play together for an hour a week, was no match for the other team.
At the end of the 3rd quarter, the ball was thrown in and it smacked Bobby right in the head. I happened to be on that side of the field, trying to get better shots due to the sunlight issue. I also happened to be filming it, catching the bop on film. Poor kid. He seemed ok, but was clearly shaken. Not sure if his tears came because I happened to be there, or if it really hurt. Either way, he ran to me, sobbing. He sounded tired and worn out. Luckily, the quarter was over, and it was his turn to sit out anyway. We had hoped on him playing the 4th since it would have meant they could play 4 on 4 since the other team had 5 players, but my poor kid was not even interested in lifting his head from my chest.
I had to snip at Ken once during the game to stop barking at Bobby during the game. He is getting to harsh with him. It is true, Bobby doesn’t pay enough attention to the game. He once was running to the ball, and actually turned to wave to us. It was cute. But of course, he just isn’t intense on this game. It just means soccer is not his game. I don’t mind at all. In fact, I really want to get him into swimming more since it is the one thing he is uber focused on. If he took swimming lessons, he could learn things like water polo or diving or things like that. I think it would be better overall. Either way, Ken does need to not bark at him. Ken said he needed to since the coach was not. Well, then he needs to either bark at the coach after the game, or just suck it up.
We didn’t go to dinner with my folks as planned since my mom had a touch of a flu. Not a big deal, really. Mccloud was coming over to watch Sharktopus with us, so I liked the idea of getting home to prep for company rather than go to Bob’s.
I had some personal stress on Saturday night that I don’t think I will write about here. I am concerned with saying something that might cause a problem. Either way, it was exhausting and I was spent when it was all said and done.
Fuck. I have a meeting at 1:30. I hope I am out in time to get the kid.
It just occurred to me that the Friday night stress has completely overshadowed my Friday night stress.
I went to the school to get Bobby on Friday. I was early, which rocked because I was able to watch them play duck duck goose. He even waved. It was cute. While they played, though, the teacher called me over to tell me about an incident.
At lunch time, the lunch aide found Bobby with his hands around another kid’s neck. Yes, he was choking him.
Images of this flashed through my head. I was horrified. She tells me that it left a mark and that a note did go home to the student’s parents. I instantly asked her what I needed to do to make it right. My son had somehow been a bully.
The teacher was shockingly sweet about it. Maybe it was because I was attentive to the problem or maybe she has seen this so many times she is used to it. Either way, she assured me it was ok and that kids do this and really, it was probably play based. Either way, I was devastated. In instantly blamed myself. I know I should not, but then again, maybe I do need to. This is a kid who has swords and other violent toys. So does every child in America, though.
I talked to Bobby about it the whole way home. I didn’t yell, but I stressed to him that these kind of actions are not tolerable. I told him that this could lead to suspension and even expulsion. He didn’t like this idea. He also hated being considered a bully. This really upset him. The punishment was that he would get no tv that night.
The violence was bad, but the teacher also told me that Bobby has a hard time sitting still in class. She said he is very active. I was bothered by the fact that my kid has been acting up in school.
Part of me chalks it up to really this last week was his first week where he wasn’t terrified. So it was the first week that he could actually feel excited about being there, which translated into hyperactivity.
The other part is more dark. I am really concerned about his attention. He doesn’t pay attention in class, on the soccer field, even in the car when I tell him something and he doesn’t seem to hear me. Is this because he is 5? Is this because of something else?
Trust me, too, if you couple this with my Saturday night stress, I am a wreck.
I have a lot of work to do this morning, so I think I am going to wrap this up for now.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Friday is a happy Friday
9-24-10
I am already done with today. LOL! I want to be in the weekend already.
Quick congrats to Brandy on her new job! I hope that this one is happy making and allows her time to do her true passions. YAY!
Tomorrow looks to be busy. In the morning I have chores a plenty. Plus, I would like to work on that stupid playroom. What was I thinking with these projects? LOL! No, it won’t be that bad, I just need to get to it.
Then it is soccer mania. We need to be at Anderson at like 1:30 or so and then the pictures start at around 2. We are getting there early since my understanding is that it is first come first serve, and if our whole team is there and no other teams at those times are there, then we can get it done.
The good news is that it is at my childhood park, so the boys can play while we wait. Lots of stuff to do. I am not thrilled about it being super hot this weekend, but on the plus side, the actual game isn’t until 5, which means it won’t be at the hottest part of the day.
That time between pictures and game kind of sucks. It reminds me of my soccer days when you had time between multiple games during a tournament. Luckily, we are not out of town and we can go home for a while.
After game, we are going out to dinner with my parents, and possibly my brother Doug if he comes to the game. That should be nice since it means I don’t have to worry about cooking and it will be a nice evening.
On Sunday, I think Ken has a game. I don’t know since I don’t have it in my calendar, but I know that he has booked a few recently. I suppose I should sync calendars.
Good news on the costume front. I found a hat for my costume, that is actually on a wolf mask. I have not decided if I will use that mask or the cooler one. I still have to get my nightgown. I found some on line for only $15, so I think I will order one of those. The boys still are wishy washy on their choices. I think we will just get General Grevious for Bobby since I would hate to see it sell out. Dax has to figure out his plan. He tried on a Thomas costume yesterday that he liked. Of course, then he says he just wants to be Bumblebee again. I really don’t care at this point. I just want him to figure it out so I make sure he has what he wants.
Is it wrong that part of me wants to get a costume for Luna?
I want to do Jenny Craig. I just went through their foods. They all look shockingly yummy. If I have pre planned food for me, I think I can do it. I think I will go in for a consultation.
I swear, I couldn’t be more bored if I tried. I am thinking bail out at noon. Or maybe 1. Not sure yet. That seems like forever from now. LOL! I was going to bail early yesterday, but I ended up staying till 1:30.
In a couple weeks, MQ is having this auction of office furniture, which includes some round tables that I can bid like $5 on. I am going to try to get one for the playroom. If I can get one of those, I don’t have to re do my other table, and a round one is better, anyway.
My headache is returning. I think I need to go get my eyes checked. I tried wearing the glasses I have, but I think they made things worse. LOL! So it is time to make an appt.
I am getting some feedback on Jenny Craig. Weight Watchers might also be an option. From what I read on Jenny Craig, they want you to worry about portions, which is where I had a lot of success before. Weight Watchers, well, I don’t know much about them. I am looking for something that is almost one where I don’t have to think. It is why I liked the idea of already prepped meals that I can just grab and go. I will do some more research, talk to folks, see what is best. It may turn out that I need to just make my own portions, but right now, I worry I can’t do it.
I am already done with today. LOL! I want to be in the weekend already.
Quick congrats to Brandy on her new job! I hope that this one is happy making and allows her time to do her true passions. YAY!
Tomorrow looks to be busy. In the morning I have chores a plenty. Plus, I would like to work on that stupid playroom. What was I thinking with these projects? LOL! No, it won’t be that bad, I just need to get to it.
Then it is soccer mania. We need to be at Anderson at like 1:30 or so and then the pictures start at around 2. We are getting there early since my understanding is that it is first come first serve, and if our whole team is there and no other teams at those times are there, then we can get it done.
The good news is that it is at my childhood park, so the boys can play while we wait. Lots of stuff to do. I am not thrilled about it being super hot this weekend, but on the plus side, the actual game isn’t until 5, which means it won’t be at the hottest part of the day.
That time between pictures and game kind of sucks. It reminds me of my soccer days when you had time between multiple games during a tournament. Luckily, we are not out of town and we can go home for a while.
After game, we are going out to dinner with my parents, and possibly my brother Doug if he comes to the game. That should be nice since it means I don’t have to worry about cooking and it will be a nice evening.
On Sunday, I think Ken has a game. I don’t know since I don’t have it in my calendar, but I know that he has booked a few recently. I suppose I should sync calendars.
Good news on the costume front. I found a hat for my costume, that is actually on a wolf mask. I have not decided if I will use that mask or the cooler one. I still have to get my nightgown. I found some on line for only $15, so I think I will order one of those. The boys still are wishy washy on their choices. I think we will just get General Grevious for Bobby since I would hate to see it sell out. Dax has to figure out his plan. He tried on a Thomas costume yesterday that he liked. Of course, then he says he just wants to be Bumblebee again. I really don’t care at this point. I just want him to figure it out so I make sure he has what he wants.
Is it wrong that part of me wants to get a costume for Luna?
I want to do Jenny Craig. I just went through their foods. They all look shockingly yummy. If I have pre planned food for me, I think I can do it. I think I will go in for a consultation.
I swear, I couldn’t be more bored if I tried. I am thinking bail out at noon. Or maybe 1. Not sure yet. That seems like forever from now. LOL! I was going to bail early yesterday, but I ended up staying till 1:30.
In a couple weeks, MQ is having this auction of office furniture, which includes some round tables that I can bid like $5 on. I am going to try to get one for the playroom. If I can get one of those, I don’t have to re do my other table, and a round one is better, anyway.
My headache is returning. I think I need to go get my eyes checked. I tried wearing the glasses I have, but I think they made things worse. LOL! So it is time to make an appt.
I am getting some feedback on Jenny Craig. Weight Watchers might also be an option. From what I read on Jenny Craig, they want you to worry about portions, which is where I had a lot of success before. Weight Watchers, well, I don’t know much about them. I am looking for something that is almost one where I don’t have to think. It is why I liked the idea of already prepped meals that I can just grab and go. I will do some more research, talk to folks, see what is best. It may turn out that I need to just make my own portions, but right now, I worry I can’t do it.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
flowers
9-23-10
Seriously, if I stay all day I will be shocked.
The boss is out for two days. I am all kinds of pleased. Of course, I would have liked to have spoken to him about my proposal, but I can wait, especially since I am just pleased that I asked.
Yesterday afternoon was, well, you ever have one of those times in which you know that everything is good? Well, yesterday was one of those days.
I picked up Bobby, who was all kinds of happy about school still and chattered on and on about it from the second I got him until we got Dax. But before we got Dax, he and I ran up to the Dollar Tree to get a few party items so that we could have a “party” for Dax’s first real day of Pre-K. I found several books for them along with a couple of awesome Star Wars puzzles that are 48 pieces which means they can really work on these. Plus, Bobby picked out a helmet, sword and shield that he fell in love with. It was a good haul for $20. We also picked up a sword set for Dax.
When we got Dax home, we showed him the things, and he was jazzed. The boys promptly started their soldier games, which was fun. It allowed me to work on other things. I let Luna go swimming, which got Bobby to want to go in, and Dax was able to play in the yard daredevil style, climbing on everything. It was nice. So I opted to BBQ so that I could still keep an eye on things, yet make dinner.
Ken had gone to go pick up some toner and other things, so I cleaned up the kitchen and some other things. I felt proud of my cleaning and making dinner. The boys didn’t fight. The dogs were pleased. Ittles didn’t pee on anything other than litter. It was good!
We ate, and the boys actually ate what I made without complaint. What the heck??? And the food, seriously, so freaking yummy. I made rice and teriyaki chicken. So good.
The other good thing I did was that Bobby and I worked on his homework before we got Dax. This allowed him to not have to worry about it later. Granted, it was easy. He had to write his name 4 times, but still, it was something that needed to be done. While he worked on this, I straightened the playroom!
While I made dinner and cleaned the kitchen, I also made his lunch. I was so organized I also made my breakfast for today and prepped my lunch. By the time I sat down for dinner, just about all of my chores were already done.
Ok, perhaps my mood was enhanced by the Morgans and Cokes I had, but even without that I think I was great.
The boys took a bath, and when they got out, there were no complaints and they got dressed well. I even let them watch a show last night. We had stopped shows since they were not paying enough attention to story time, so we had to take them away. I gave them a cup of milk and some cookies, and after the show, without being asked, they put their cups away! I was so pleased! They fed the dogs, put away the table and we headed to bed.
During story, both of them answered questions about what we had just read. It was cool! They mostly did good going to sleep, but I can cut them some slack since they were great!
I got to bed early. No joke! Before 8:30! I was so pleased! It was truly an awesome night!
So the reason I won’t make it the whole day is that I feel kind of icky today. Nothing horrid, but it is one of those things where I am tempted to take the day and be home. We will see.
If I go home, I have so many things I can work on. I can pick up Dax from Pre-K, I can work on the playroom, I can hang out. At this point, I will probably at least wait another hour or so.
Ken has a doctor appt this afternoon at 3:30 for his shoulder. I am glad since he really needs to get it looked at. I am going to ask the doctor while we are there about my arm. I want to make sure the bruise looking thing from my TB test is nothing to worry about.
My ankle seems much better. Still a smidge swollen, even after icing it. It hurts sometimes, but mostly it doesn’t, which seems good. I am going to try to walk to get Bobby today. I am thinking that no matter what time I leave here, it will be early so that I can maybe watch Bobby on the playground. Sometimes they play right before they go home.
All kinds of distracted today. My head hurts. I have done some testing, but the things don’t work still. I know it is because they have not re-written the path yet, so I have to wait until they do.
Oooh, another thing I way have to do is go through the boys’ clothing drawers. They have a lot of things I can get rid of since their drawers are packed full. I know there are things in there that don’t fit anymore.
OMG, just downloaded an app on iTty that is a game in which you are this teddy bear shooting other teddy bears. Too funny. I may have found my new weakness.
My man just brought me flowers. I think I will keep him. YAY! He has today off, so I am pretty damn sure I will leave early to go hang with him a bit. Classes are in full swing next week, so our family is going to be in full busy mode starting Monday. Soccer, school, work. It will be crazy! So I think throwing in the towel at noon is my current plan.
I love geeks, I really do, but seriously, they cannot play in the general populous.
I have made the decision to go home at noon. I am sure I could stay the extra hour, and who knows, I may still go back on said decision. We will see.
Seriously, if I stay all day I will be shocked.
The boss is out for two days. I am all kinds of pleased. Of course, I would have liked to have spoken to him about my proposal, but I can wait, especially since I am just pleased that I asked.
Yesterday afternoon was, well, you ever have one of those times in which you know that everything is good? Well, yesterday was one of those days.
I picked up Bobby, who was all kinds of happy about school still and chattered on and on about it from the second I got him until we got Dax. But before we got Dax, he and I ran up to the Dollar Tree to get a few party items so that we could have a “party” for Dax’s first real day of Pre-K. I found several books for them along with a couple of awesome Star Wars puzzles that are 48 pieces which means they can really work on these. Plus, Bobby picked out a helmet, sword and shield that he fell in love with. It was a good haul for $20. We also picked up a sword set for Dax.
When we got Dax home, we showed him the things, and he was jazzed. The boys promptly started their soldier games, which was fun. It allowed me to work on other things. I let Luna go swimming, which got Bobby to want to go in, and Dax was able to play in the yard daredevil style, climbing on everything. It was nice. So I opted to BBQ so that I could still keep an eye on things, yet make dinner.
Ken had gone to go pick up some toner and other things, so I cleaned up the kitchen and some other things. I felt proud of my cleaning and making dinner. The boys didn’t fight. The dogs were pleased. Ittles didn’t pee on anything other than litter. It was good!
We ate, and the boys actually ate what I made without complaint. What the heck??? And the food, seriously, so freaking yummy. I made rice and teriyaki chicken. So good.
The other good thing I did was that Bobby and I worked on his homework before we got Dax. This allowed him to not have to worry about it later. Granted, it was easy. He had to write his name 4 times, but still, it was something that needed to be done. While he worked on this, I straightened the playroom!
While I made dinner and cleaned the kitchen, I also made his lunch. I was so organized I also made my breakfast for today and prepped my lunch. By the time I sat down for dinner, just about all of my chores were already done.
Ok, perhaps my mood was enhanced by the Morgans and Cokes I had, but even without that I think I was great.
The boys took a bath, and when they got out, there were no complaints and they got dressed well. I even let them watch a show last night. We had stopped shows since they were not paying enough attention to story time, so we had to take them away. I gave them a cup of milk and some cookies, and after the show, without being asked, they put their cups away! I was so pleased! They fed the dogs, put away the table and we headed to bed.
During story, both of them answered questions about what we had just read. It was cool! They mostly did good going to sleep, but I can cut them some slack since they were great!
I got to bed early. No joke! Before 8:30! I was so pleased! It was truly an awesome night!
So the reason I won’t make it the whole day is that I feel kind of icky today. Nothing horrid, but it is one of those things where I am tempted to take the day and be home. We will see.
If I go home, I have so many things I can work on. I can pick up Dax from Pre-K, I can work on the playroom, I can hang out. At this point, I will probably at least wait another hour or so.
Ken has a doctor appt this afternoon at 3:30 for his shoulder. I am glad since he really needs to get it looked at. I am going to ask the doctor while we are there about my arm. I want to make sure the bruise looking thing from my TB test is nothing to worry about.
My ankle seems much better. Still a smidge swollen, even after icing it. It hurts sometimes, but mostly it doesn’t, which seems good. I am going to try to walk to get Bobby today. I am thinking that no matter what time I leave here, it will be early so that I can maybe watch Bobby on the playground. Sometimes they play right before they go home.
All kinds of distracted today. My head hurts. I have done some testing, but the things don’t work still. I know it is because they have not re-written the path yet, so I have to wait until they do.
Oooh, another thing I way have to do is go through the boys’ clothing drawers. They have a lot of things I can get rid of since their drawers are packed full. I know there are things in there that don’t fit anymore.
OMG, just downloaded an app on iTty that is a game in which you are this teddy bear shooting other teddy bears. Too funny. I may have found my new weakness.
My man just brought me flowers. I think I will keep him. YAY! He has today off, so I am pretty damn sure I will leave early to go hang with him a bit. Classes are in full swing next week, so our family is going to be in full busy mode starting Monday. Soccer, school, work. It will be crazy! So I think throwing in the towel at noon is my current plan.
I love geeks, I really do, but seriously, they cannot play in the general populous.
I have made the decision to go home at noon. I am sure I could stay the extra hour, and who knows, I may still go back on said decision. We will see.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Break Stuff!!
9-22-10
I may be staying late at work today. Testing begins today instead of next week. It also sounds like it goes from 10 am to 6 pm. I don’t mind, really. It would mean like 4 hours of OT. Plus, today is the one day I can still have Ken pick up Bobby. I may not need to stay till 6, but I can maybe stay as long as they need me.
I am exhausted. I just filled out the exact same paperwork I had to fill out for Bobby entering school for Dax. Sheesh, that is a lot of freaking paperwork. Such a pain in the ass. And I know I didn’t bring all of it to work to finish. I still have other things to do for the school.
I sat with Bobby for homework last night. It was kind of cool if only because he seemed enthused about it. He dinked a bit, but I can understand doing that. It was easy stuff. He had to find similar things and different things in sets of three. Tonight he has to practice writing his name some more.
Dax starts Pre-K for real today. He and Bobby go to school at the same time. Ken will pick him up at 10:20, which I will be curious to see if he is pissed again. I also wonder how he will do when he has to go in class sans parents. He will probably be fine, and a few tears seem pretty normal. Poor Ken has to drop them both off on this day, so perhaps him getting to also be the good guy by picking them up.
Bobby had made in class these little stick puppets of the three bears and Goldilocks. He did the whole “show” for my parents, which was freaking adorable to hear.
I didn’t walk yesterday to pick up Bobby. I noticed my ankle was visibly swollen from the sprain. Didn’t seem like something I should push, so I ended up driving to get him. I am still pretty swollen today as well, even though I don’t think it hurts as much. Even if I end up picking up the kids today, I don’t think I will walk just so that I don’t aggravate it if it is actually healing.
Ken needs to go to the doctor. His shoulder and neck have been bothering him for a few days now, so much so that he can’t sleep well and it makes him sick. I feel bad if my working late would keep him from the doctor. Although I am sure he can take Bobby fine enough and pick up Dax a little late from Maria’s. I just hope he makes an appt.
Ken didn’t get to go see Scott Pilgrim. Cripple flaked on him. Sigh. Makes me sad. I am hoping my parents get the bed for the boys soon so that they can spend the night and Ken and I can go see Easy A.
I love that they get all crazy about the upper parking lot being filled with people who should not park there because it isn’t their turn, yet the lot is empty right now and it is 7:30.
New Star Wars Bears at Build A Bear. The boys want them, which is fine by me. I may need to have them trade in stars for them. I have to figure out how many stars they are worth.
The boys have been in major tantrum mode at bedtime. I know it is because we have change the schedule somewhat, and have been even more strict on the 7 o’clock bedtime. They just need to make sure to have enough sleep for school, and the recommended sleep amount for their age is 10 to 12 hours. Being that neither of them nap anymore, it is crucial for them to get enough rest. Going to be at 7 and getting up between 6 and 6:30 is a good time span.
Last night, they just couldn’t settle. They take turns coming out and asking stupid questions. Dax will ask why we have two dogs or why he has two blankets. Bobby will say a bunch of more interesting stuff, but it all is not the time for this. Then they end up chit chatting with each other. Last night I went in there, with a major swing of the door and snipped at them. I scared the shit out of them. Yet this didn’t stop them. Ken had to go and calm down Dax and told them to not piss mom off. I had to go back in a bit later for more chitter chatter, and when I told them to quiet down, Bobby responds with, “Yes, boss!” How do you stay mad? LOL!
I have a small red circle, about the diameter of a nickel, around the spot where I got my TB test. I know it was negative, but I wonder what this is about? It doesn’t hurt or itch. I bet it is just bruising or something from the needle. But I would have guessed it would be gone by now.
LOL!!!!!! Can’t. Stop. Laughing! Need to, though. I have to be quiet. My idiot coworker, the one who I am done with because of the cat, had to fill out a vendor request form 5 times because she is a fucktard. And she got mad! Loved it! I told her she had to do it right or else we can’t accept it. Mind you, she has done it before, and thinks she is all smart and shit. It is an easy form, too. Plus, she had to have the boss sign it, and he has done this form before, yet both of them did it wrong. The best part was how much she pissed and moaned. This is the woman who will freak out if you staple something when it doesn’t need it. She fucked up on a form and is actually upset!! LOL!!!!!!!!!! Delicious on every level.
Bobby had no tears again today for school. Woo hoo! And Dax went to line by himself, with no tears or fear so that Ken could go with Bobby. AWESOME!
Already broke something while testing. I am so proud. Ok, not really broken, but I did discover a couple of crucial bugs. Vyerah was all proud of me. Yay AC!
My day has been hectic, yet I feel like I have not done enough. It looks like I won’t need to stay late, but of course, these sort of things happen at the last minute. They have to do a couple of corrections in order for me to test certain things, and so far, it doesn’t look fixed and I have not heard anything back on if it will be done today. No worries, since really, I have the rest of today and all week to mess with it. They were hoping to go live next week, but at this rate, it sounds like it not going to happen.
To make things super annoying, it is almost 80 degrees in the office today. It is cold and awesome looking outside, yet I am stuck in a heat wave. Where is the logic there? I have my fan blasting away at me and hopefully it will make things better shortly.
I may be staying late at work today. Testing begins today instead of next week. It also sounds like it goes from 10 am to 6 pm. I don’t mind, really. It would mean like 4 hours of OT. Plus, today is the one day I can still have Ken pick up Bobby. I may not need to stay till 6, but I can maybe stay as long as they need me.
I am exhausted. I just filled out the exact same paperwork I had to fill out for Bobby entering school for Dax. Sheesh, that is a lot of freaking paperwork. Such a pain in the ass. And I know I didn’t bring all of it to work to finish. I still have other things to do for the school.
I sat with Bobby for homework last night. It was kind of cool if only because he seemed enthused about it. He dinked a bit, but I can understand doing that. It was easy stuff. He had to find similar things and different things in sets of three. Tonight he has to practice writing his name some more.
Dax starts Pre-K for real today. He and Bobby go to school at the same time. Ken will pick him up at 10:20, which I will be curious to see if he is pissed again. I also wonder how he will do when he has to go in class sans parents. He will probably be fine, and a few tears seem pretty normal. Poor Ken has to drop them both off on this day, so perhaps him getting to also be the good guy by picking them up.
Bobby had made in class these little stick puppets of the three bears and Goldilocks. He did the whole “show” for my parents, which was freaking adorable to hear.
I didn’t walk yesterday to pick up Bobby. I noticed my ankle was visibly swollen from the sprain. Didn’t seem like something I should push, so I ended up driving to get him. I am still pretty swollen today as well, even though I don’t think it hurts as much. Even if I end up picking up the kids today, I don’t think I will walk just so that I don’t aggravate it if it is actually healing.
Ken needs to go to the doctor. His shoulder and neck have been bothering him for a few days now, so much so that he can’t sleep well and it makes him sick. I feel bad if my working late would keep him from the doctor. Although I am sure he can take Bobby fine enough and pick up Dax a little late from Maria’s. I just hope he makes an appt.
Ken didn’t get to go see Scott Pilgrim. Cripple flaked on him. Sigh. Makes me sad. I am hoping my parents get the bed for the boys soon so that they can spend the night and Ken and I can go see Easy A.
I love that they get all crazy about the upper parking lot being filled with people who should not park there because it isn’t their turn, yet the lot is empty right now and it is 7:30.
New Star Wars Bears at Build A Bear. The boys want them, which is fine by me. I may need to have them trade in stars for them. I have to figure out how many stars they are worth.
The boys have been in major tantrum mode at bedtime. I know it is because we have change the schedule somewhat, and have been even more strict on the 7 o’clock bedtime. They just need to make sure to have enough sleep for school, and the recommended sleep amount for their age is 10 to 12 hours. Being that neither of them nap anymore, it is crucial for them to get enough rest. Going to be at 7 and getting up between 6 and 6:30 is a good time span.
Last night, they just couldn’t settle. They take turns coming out and asking stupid questions. Dax will ask why we have two dogs or why he has two blankets. Bobby will say a bunch of more interesting stuff, but it all is not the time for this. Then they end up chit chatting with each other. Last night I went in there, with a major swing of the door and snipped at them. I scared the shit out of them. Yet this didn’t stop them. Ken had to go and calm down Dax and told them to not piss mom off. I had to go back in a bit later for more chitter chatter, and when I told them to quiet down, Bobby responds with, “Yes, boss!” How do you stay mad? LOL!
I have a small red circle, about the diameter of a nickel, around the spot where I got my TB test. I know it was negative, but I wonder what this is about? It doesn’t hurt or itch. I bet it is just bruising or something from the needle. But I would have guessed it would be gone by now.
LOL!!!!!! Can’t. Stop. Laughing! Need to, though. I have to be quiet. My idiot coworker, the one who I am done with because of the cat, had to fill out a vendor request form 5 times because she is a fucktard. And she got mad! Loved it! I told her she had to do it right or else we can’t accept it. Mind you, she has done it before, and thinks she is all smart and shit. It is an easy form, too. Plus, she had to have the boss sign it, and he has done this form before, yet both of them did it wrong. The best part was how much she pissed and moaned. This is the woman who will freak out if you staple something when it doesn’t need it. She fucked up on a form and is actually upset!! LOL!!!!!!!!!! Delicious on every level.
Bobby had no tears again today for school. Woo hoo! And Dax went to line by himself, with no tears or fear so that Ken could go with Bobby. AWESOME!
Already broke something while testing. I am so proud. Ok, not really broken, but I did discover a couple of crucial bugs. Vyerah was all proud of me. Yay AC!
My day has been hectic, yet I feel like I have not done enough. It looks like I won’t need to stay late, but of course, these sort of things happen at the last minute. They have to do a couple of corrections in order for me to test certain things, and so far, it doesn’t look fixed and I have not heard anything back on if it will be done today. No worries, since really, I have the rest of today and all week to mess with it. They were hoping to go live next week, but at this rate, it sounds like it not going to happen.
To make things super annoying, it is almost 80 degrees in the office today. It is cold and awesome looking outside, yet I am stuck in a heat wave. Where is the logic there? I have my fan blasting away at me and hopefully it will make things better shortly.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
No more time off for a while, but this is a good thing
9-21-10
I really wish I would stop hurting myself. LOL! I managed to sprain my ankle getting out of a lawn chair on Sunday and after walking a whole bunch on it Monday, I found myself sitting with ice on it last night. It feels better than it did, but it hurts.
My weekend was good, but man it flew by. I am a little bummed that this is my last three day weekend for a while.
Soccer was fun. God help me, I love watching those soccer games. Bobby isn’t great, but it so doesn’t matter. I love the excitement, I love that the kids all seem to enjoy themselves. What is funny is that we are told to make sure to cheer for all the kids on both teams. I don’t really feel like this is a problem. I love cheering for all of them. I could watch the games all day.
It was our turn for snacks, and sine I am mommy overkill in my attempts to be the mom that everyone wants, I decided we needed cupcakes for the after game treat. And not just cupcakes. I had seen in the parenting magazine these cupcakes put in ice cream cones and made it look like ice cream. I loved it, so Friday night we went out to get supplies and we made these treats before the game. In all fairness, I made Ken do a lot of it since he is better at actually making these things. I just directed. LOL! He did an outstanding job, and the kids loved them. Hell, there were kids from totally different teams trying to get one. YAY!
After the game, the coach had brought a bunch of clothing that didn’t fit her kid anymore and gave it to us. Super yay! Tons of shirts that are practically new that fit the boys great, pants that even though a couple are too big, at least they can grow into those, some shoes that fit Dax perfect and were Transformers shoes, and one pair of underwear that I chose to toss.
As Saturday progressed, Dax’s cold got worse. We had stopped by Target on the way home from the game and he was so miserable with coughing, he just kept moaning the whole time. It was awful. We got him home and even though he napped a bit in the car, he never settled back to sleep at home. We had given him some meds and it helped, but once they wore off, he was awful again. Poor kid. It was a long night, with him getting up every couple of hours. I am glad we opted out of bowling.
Sunday was mellow. Dax was feeling better, having gotten a little rest. Ken had a birthday party on Sunday, so the boys and I mostly just hung out in the yard. Bobby swam and Dax ran around. I opted to lie out. I started off in the pool, which was incredibly pleasant since I used my little raft. Luna decided to end that by jumping in and I decided perhaps I just needed the feel of the sun, no so much of the freezing water.
It was here that I injured myself. The chair that I sit in, this banana seat, is not easy to get in or out of. I never had much luck in this process, dating back to high school when I used to use one of these for tanning purposes. When Ken arrived home and I opted to go ahead and use this as a good timer for getting out of the sun, I attempted an incredibly ungraceful dismount which resulted in a yelp of pain, and me on the ground. My ankle was twisted poorly and I hobbled to the more stable chair.
Monday was the big Pre-K day. I found myself in a crazy mommy mode, trying to make sure we had everything in order. Of course, Ken and the boys just looked at me like I was on crack.
We headed to the school. Dax was so excited he ran ahead. Bobby took the opportunity of my being there to hold my hand. Such a difference in how the kids deal with school.
Since the classes started at the same time and the fact that I needed a pass to be on campus in Dax’s class, Dax and I went on to the office and Ken stayed with Bobby at the kinder drop off point. Dax and I walked into the classroom where his super wonderful teacher knew him before we even got his name tag.
I had Dax locate his folder and name tag out of the ones on the table so that he got used to doing things for himself in there. We then went to the rug where I sat on one of those tiny chairs I was sure would buckle under my weight, and Dax sat on the carpet reading books.
Have I mentioned how much I love this teacher? She is wonderful. I chit chatted with her a bit as others showed up. I even got to help her with the book. I felt like I was a teachers’s pet again. LOL! It was kind of fun, actually. She still seemed quite pleased with Dax, and with good reason. Seriously, this is not be just saying my kid rocks. My kid really does rock. He was clearly one of the more advanced children there.
Ken and I and all the other parents got to stay the first day, which was about 2 hours, just a hint shy of the normal amount of time that he would be there. Ken actually ended up sitting off in the corner, filling out even more school paperwork. He was allowing me the time to spend with Dax in each of the activities, which was so cool of him. Ken also knows that he will be the one who volunteers for class time so he will get to do this more often than I will. I got to sit while Dax used scissors, draw a picture, and I read him a book in the mini classroom library.
We then walked down to the playground so he knew where it was. We passed Bobby’s classroom. I was terrified that he would want to bolt out to us, but he did not, so this was good.
The last project we did was he got to decorate this little paper doll guy that he could make however he wanted. We as parents got to help with things like cutting out things for them and just having fun. Dax loved it. He really did. It was awesome.
The teacher then took time with each family and took a family photo and an individual photo of the kids. We talked to her a bit and found out things they need for the classroom. Turns out, we will probably just need to get 2 of everything. Her class and Bobby’s need about the same sort of things, which is cool by me. I look forward to helping.
She then told us really that class was over. Dax was PISSED! He didn’t want to leave. We headed out for the walk home and he announced that he was angry at both of us and he proceeded to walk 10 feet ahead of us. The whole walk home, he was walking with an angry purpose. It was awesome! He was so, I don’t know how to describe it. It was just so cool to have him so independent. I know he is going to be upset that he doesn’t go back until tomorrow. But I also know that when he gets to go, he is going to love it.
After pre-k, we took him to Maria’s since that will be the normal routine. I had considered keeping him, but routine is what we need right now. Plus, it allowed me to sit and watch my shows while Ken printed fliers.
When he was done, we set out to do a couple of errands. We stopped by Target to get conditioner (Ken had accidently picked up shampoo when we were there Saturday). It was one of those lazy visits since we had no kids in tow. The problem was, I am still not used to this whole needing to be at the school at 2:15. When I am at work, it is easier since I am in front of a clock. It was 10 till 2 when I realized we were in Manhattan Beach and needed to be at the school soon. Panic!!
We were fine, btw. We got there with time to spare. I did not get to walk to the school, but it was probably good since I was limping pretty bad by this point.
Bobby was at the front of the line this time, and holding the teacher’s hand. Not sure what this meant. We spoke to the teacher (who by the way, has softened quite a bit and I am not as skeptical of her anymore. YAY!) who told us about how she ended up getting lunch for most of the class today because no one had put money on their lunch cards. Mind you, Bobby brings his lunch. He had eaten in the cafeteria last week, when he should have only eaten his lunch. We were very confused. It was not a big deal, and Ken will put money on the card today, but we had to explain to Bobby about what lunch to eat. Look, it is all very confusing, so I don’t blame him. He may end up eating in the cafeteria from time to time. It is only a dollar, so not much, really. But man, I hate not being on the inside.
We got the teacher some hand soap, erasers and crayons so hopefully we stay on her good side. She seemed amused by the whole thing and was ok. Bobby was at the front of the line just because he got there first, so it wasn’t like he was in trouble. But man, I keep getting nervous for him!
We went to Costco, which was cool. I love it when it isn’t crowded, and there are gobs of yummy samples. Bobby was in heaven. LOL! I even had some coffee, which was quite tasty. I might have to do some coffee as the weather gets colder and the office is freezing in a month or so.
Ken did homework with Bobby last night. We are going to trade off each night. I spent some time with Dax (who will also have homework starting next week) and it seemed to be a good time. We have a table that needs to be sanded down and we were going to paint it for the homework table. I might just stain it, not paint it, but either way, it will go in the play room. Perhaps at some point on Sunday I can work on that. Saturday is busy with it being picture day and a game day. I have so much to do, but there are days when I am so unmotivated.
Bobby proved to me that he is my kid. He asked me on Saturday if we could take a walk in a cemetery.
It looks all gloomy outside. I love it! I am really looking forward to winter. First day of Autumn is Thursday.
Sharktopus is on this weekend. How excited am I???
Bobby can’t seem to settle in on what he wants to be for Halloween. For a while now, it has been General Grevious. I found the costume and can order it, but I would imagine it needs to be soon. Then last night he decided he wants to be Iron Man. Easier costume to obtain, but incredibly common. Of course, it is up to him and if that is what he wants, I will grant him said costume. I just wish he would be more original. LOL! I may just need to take them to the Halloween store and have them pick it out while it is in front of them. Dax has no idea what he wants to do. He changes per costume sees. LOL!
Ken is going with his geek buddies to go see Scott Pilgrim today. I am excited for him for a couple of reasons. They are getting to see an awesome movie. Second, it is good for Ken to get out of the house with friends that are not me. They are supposed to see it at Downtown Disney, which means they can also hit up the Lego store. I am hoping they hang out a bit, too, and maybe do dinner, but I have a feeling they won’t stay that long. Either way, good time!
Vyerah just asked me if I am out at all for the next month. She is asking to have me on her testing team for the new system. Woo hoo! This is a huge honor and responsibility. I may even have to do some work from home (yeah, cause I need more work to do). Either way, I am so game. It means I am forced to be good about not missing work. LOL! I like this incentive. Plus, it looks good for me. Hopefully the boss recognizes this.
I am sad to say that 90210 is letting me down. I watched the season premiere yesterday and of course, the campy, clearly fictional account of these high school kids was still there. There were things, though, that bugged me. Specifically the freaking cameo from the Kardasian sisters. I yelled and screamed at the tv on that one. Look, I know it is a stupid show and full of crap, but this kind of stunt casting just annoyed the shit out of me. Minor, but I was pissed.
On the plus side, Parenthood came back, and damn, that is a good show.
Why does my pinky nail always seem to grow the best? Is it making up for the fact that my pinky toe nail sucks?
I have just agreed to attend this webinar with Maryann that my company is putting on for nutrition advice. Sure, it might be nothing new, but what the hell, right? Besides, it is good for me to do other things outside of my routine. So I guess I will post this now!
I really wish I would stop hurting myself. LOL! I managed to sprain my ankle getting out of a lawn chair on Sunday and after walking a whole bunch on it Monday, I found myself sitting with ice on it last night. It feels better than it did, but it hurts.
My weekend was good, but man it flew by. I am a little bummed that this is my last three day weekend for a while.
Soccer was fun. God help me, I love watching those soccer games. Bobby isn’t great, but it so doesn’t matter. I love the excitement, I love that the kids all seem to enjoy themselves. What is funny is that we are told to make sure to cheer for all the kids on both teams. I don’t really feel like this is a problem. I love cheering for all of them. I could watch the games all day.
It was our turn for snacks, and sine I am mommy overkill in my attempts to be the mom that everyone wants, I decided we needed cupcakes for the after game treat. And not just cupcakes. I had seen in the parenting magazine these cupcakes put in ice cream cones and made it look like ice cream. I loved it, so Friday night we went out to get supplies and we made these treats before the game. In all fairness, I made Ken do a lot of it since he is better at actually making these things. I just directed. LOL! He did an outstanding job, and the kids loved them. Hell, there were kids from totally different teams trying to get one. YAY!
After the game, the coach had brought a bunch of clothing that didn’t fit her kid anymore and gave it to us. Super yay! Tons of shirts that are practically new that fit the boys great, pants that even though a couple are too big, at least they can grow into those, some shoes that fit Dax perfect and were Transformers shoes, and one pair of underwear that I chose to toss.
As Saturday progressed, Dax’s cold got worse. We had stopped by Target on the way home from the game and he was so miserable with coughing, he just kept moaning the whole time. It was awful. We got him home and even though he napped a bit in the car, he never settled back to sleep at home. We had given him some meds and it helped, but once they wore off, he was awful again. Poor kid. It was a long night, with him getting up every couple of hours. I am glad we opted out of bowling.
Sunday was mellow. Dax was feeling better, having gotten a little rest. Ken had a birthday party on Sunday, so the boys and I mostly just hung out in the yard. Bobby swam and Dax ran around. I opted to lie out. I started off in the pool, which was incredibly pleasant since I used my little raft. Luna decided to end that by jumping in and I decided perhaps I just needed the feel of the sun, no so much of the freezing water.
It was here that I injured myself. The chair that I sit in, this banana seat, is not easy to get in or out of. I never had much luck in this process, dating back to high school when I used to use one of these for tanning purposes. When Ken arrived home and I opted to go ahead and use this as a good timer for getting out of the sun, I attempted an incredibly ungraceful dismount which resulted in a yelp of pain, and me on the ground. My ankle was twisted poorly and I hobbled to the more stable chair.
Monday was the big Pre-K day. I found myself in a crazy mommy mode, trying to make sure we had everything in order. Of course, Ken and the boys just looked at me like I was on crack.
We headed to the school. Dax was so excited he ran ahead. Bobby took the opportunity of my being there to hold my hand. Such a difference in how the kids deal with school.
Since the classes started at the same time and the fact that I needed a pass to be on campus in Dax’s class, Dax and I went on to the office and Ken stayed with Bobby at the kinder drop off point. Dax and I walked into the classroom where his super wonderful teacher knew him before we even got his name tag.
I had Dax locate his folder and name tag out of the ones on the table so that he got used to doing things for himself in there. We then went to the rug where I sat on one of those tiny chairs I was sure would buckle under my weight, and Dax sat on the carpet reading books.
Have I mentioned how much I love this teacher? She is wonderful. I chit chatted with her a bit as others showed up. I even got to help her with the book. I felt like I was a teachers’s pet again. LOL! It was kind of fun, actually. She still seemed quite pleased with Dax, and with good reason. Seriously, this is not be just saying my kid rocks. My kid really does rock. He was clearly one of the more advanced children there.
Ken and I and all the other parents got to stay the first day, which was about 2 hours, just a hint shy of the normal amount of time that he would be there. Ken actually ended up sitting off in the corner, filling out even more school paperwork. He was allowing me the time to spend with Dax in each of the activities, which was so cool of him. Ken also knows that he will be the one who volunteers for class time so he will get to do this more often than I will. I got to sit while Dax used scissors, draw a picture, and I read him a book in the mini classroom library.
We then walked down to the playground so he knew where it was. We passed Bobby’s classroom. I was terrified that he would want to bolt out to us, but he did not, so this was good.
The last project we did was he got to decorate this little paper doll guy that he could make however he wanted. We as parents got to help with things like cutting out things for them and just having fun. Dax loved it. He really did. It was awesome.
The teacher then took time with each family and took a family photo and an individual photo of the kids. We talked to her a bit and found out things they need for the classroom. Turns out, we will probably just need to get 2 of everything. Her class and Bobby’s need about the same sort of things, which is cool by me. I look forward to helping.
She then told us really that class was over. Dax was PISSED! He didn’t want to leave. We headed out for the walk home and he announced that he was angry at both of us and he proceeded to walk 10 feet ahead of us. The whole walk home, he was walking with an angry purpose. It was awesome! He was so, I don’t know how to describe it. It was just so cool to have him so independent. I know he is going to be upset that he doesn’t go back until tomorrow. But I also know that when he gets to go, he is going to love it.
After pre-k, we took him to Maria’s since that will be the normal routine. I had considered keeping him, but routine is what we need right now. Plus, it allowed me to sit and watch my shows while Ken printed fliers.
When he was done, we set out to do a couple of errands. We stopped by Target to get conditioner (Ken had accidently picked up shampoo when we were there Saturday). It was one of those lazy visits since we had no kids in tow. The problem was, I am still not used to this whole needing to be at the school at 2:15. When I am at work, it is easier since I am in front of a clock. It was 10 till 2 when I realized we were in Manhattan Beach and needed to be at the school soon. Panic!!
We were fine, btw. We got there with time to spare. I did not get to walk to the school, but it was probably good since I was limping pretty bad by this point.
Bobby was at the front of the line this time, and holding the teacher’s hand. Not sure what this meant. We spoke to the teacher (who by the way, has softened quite a bit and I am not as skeptical of her anymore. YAY!) who told us about how she ended up getting lunch for most of the class today because no one had put money on their lunch cards. Mind you, Bobby brings his lunch. He had eaten in the cafeteria last week, when he should have only eaten his lunch. We were very confused. It was not a big deal, and Ken will put money on the card today, but we had to explain to Bobby about what lunch to eat. Look, it is all very confusing, so I don’t blame him. He may end up eating in the cafeteria from time to time. It is only a dollar, so not much, really. But man, I hate not being on the inside.
We got the teacher some hand soap, erasers and crayons so hopefully we stay on her good side. She seemed amused by the whole thing and was ok. Bobby was at the front of the line just because he got there first, so it wasn’t like he was in trouble. But man, I keep getting nervous for him!
We went to Costco, which was cool. I love it when it isn’t crowded, and there are gobs of yummy samples. Bobby was in heaven. LOL! I even had some coffee, which was quite tasty. I might have to do some coffee as the weather gets colder and the office is freezing in a month or so.
Ken did homework with Bobby last night. We are going to trade off each night. I spent some time with Dax (who will also have homework starting next week) and it seemed to be a good time. We have a table that needs to be sanded down and we were going to paint it for the homework table. I might just stain it, not paint it, but either way, it will go in the play room. Perhaps at some point on Sunday I can work on that. Saturday is busy with it being picture day and a game day. I have so much to do, but there are days when I am so unmotivated.
Bobby proved to me that he is my kid. He asked me on Saturday if we could take a walk in a cemetery.
It looks all gloomy outside. I love it! I am really looking forward to winter. First day of Autumn is Thursday.
Sharktopus is on this weekend. How excited am I???
Bobby can’t seem to settle in on what he wants to be for Halloween. For a while now, it has been General Grevious. I found the costume and can order it, but I would imagine it needs to be soon. Then last night he decided he wants to be Iron Man. Easier costume to obtain, but incredibly common. Of course, it is up to him and if that is what he wants, I will grant him said costume. I just wish he would be more original. LOL! I may just need to take them to the Halloween store and have them pick it out while it is in front of them. Dax has no idea what he wants to do. He changes per costume sees. LOL!
Ken is going with his geek buddies to go see Scott Pilgrim today. I am excited for him for a couple of reasons. They are getting to see an awesome movie. Second, it is good for Ken to get out of the house with friends that are not me. They are supposed to see it at Downtown Disney, which means they can also hit up the Lego store. I am hoping they hang out a bit, too, and maybe do dinner, but I have a feeling they won’t stay that long. Either way, good time!
Vyerah just asked me if I am out at all for the next month. She is asking to have me on her testing team for the new system. Woo hoo! This is a huge honor and responsibility. I may even have to do some work from home (yeah, cause I need more work to do). Either way, I am so game. It means I am forced to be good about not missing work. LOL! I like this incentive. Plus, it looks good for me. Hopefully the boss recognizes this.
I am sad to say that 90210 is letting me down. I watched the season premiere yesterday and of course, the campy, clearly fictional account of these high school kids was still there. There were things, though, that bugged me. Specifically the freaking cameo from the Kardasian sisters. I yelled and screamed at the tv on that one. Look, I know it is a stupid show and full of crap, but this kind of stunt casting just annoyed the shit out of me. Minor, but I was pissed.
On the plus side, Parenthood came back, and damn, that is a good show.
Why does my pinky nail always seem to grow the best? Is it making up for the fact that my pinky toe nail sucks?
I have just agreed to attend this webinar with Maryann that my company is putting on for nutrition advice. Sure, it might be nothing new, but what the hell, right? Besides, it is good for me to do other things outside of my routine. So I guess I will post this now!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Oh yeah, I guess I wrote something today
9-17-10
Bobby has a girlfriend! Ok, not really, but really! Each day I ask Bobby who his new friends are, and he has indicated each day that he has his best friend. She is a little girl that for the life of him, he can’t remember her name. LOL! He told us yesterday that he loves her. He said she loves him. He also said that she wants to live with him. It took every ounce of my being to not break out into “Aaaaawwwww!!!!!!! CUTE!!!!!!!” I don’t want to make him think it is something it isn’t, but more specifically, it is puppy love that makes me swoon. I can tell you, yesterday, we watched him on the playground, surrounded by girls. I knew Bobby was charming and cute, but it is super apparent when he is around a bunch of girls. Of course, he could just be more girly than we would have guessed. LOL!
We ended up going to the Chuck E Cheese last night. Bobby seemed excited by it, so what the hell, right? Plus, it meant I could sit around, not worry about dinner, and it tired out my children. We got there early, which was nice since it wasn’t too crowded in the beginning. We didn’t have to deal with asshole rude kids until it was almost 6:30.
Dax did manage to yell at another kid while there. Man, he is bossy. LOL! He snipped at this girl who was bopping the mechanical Chuck in the nose. Dax told her to knock it off and that you are not allowed to do that. LOL!! It was awesome.
I was so freaking beat last night. I could hardly function. I think I have been trying to fight this cold that both the boys have. It isn’t a bad one, but it is bad enough to have exhausted me.
Now, I have gobs of stuff to do. I have to go to the doctor this afternoon with Dax, I need to get our TB tests verified. Then we go to my folks. Then we go to the grocery store. Then home to make cupcakes (which I am actually looking forward to since I am making them in ice cream cones to look like ice cream), cut up oranges and prep for the game. I think I will leave early.
I am so distracted today.
Bleah, the boss just got here. My only hope for today is that he pulls me aside to tell me that since the raise freeze was lifted yesterday that he is going to give me one of the coveted raises.
Bobby has a girlfriend! Ok, not really, but really! Each day I ask Bobby who his new friends are, and he has indicated each day that he has his best friend. She is a little girl that for the life of him, he can’t remember her name. LOL! He told us yesterday that he loves her. He said she loves him. He also said that she wants to live with him. It took every ounce of my being to not break out into “Aaaaawwwww!!!!!!! CUTE!!!!!!!” I don’t want to make him think it is something it isn’t, but more specifically, it is puppy love that makes me swoon. I can tell you, yesterday, we watched him on the playground, surrounded by girls. I knew Bobby was charming and cute, but it is super apparent when he is around a bunch of girls. Of course, he could just be more girly than we would have guessed. LOL!
We ended up going to the Chuck E Cheese last night. Bobby seemed excited by it, so what the hell, right? Plus, it meant I could sit around, not worry about dinner, and it tired out my children. We got there early, which was nice since it wasn’t too crowded in the beginning. We didn’t have to deal with asshole rude kids until it was almost 6:30.
Dax did manage to yell at another kid while there. Man, he is bossy. LOL! He snipped at this girl who was bopping the mechanical Chuck in the nose. Dax told her to knock it off and that you are not allowed to do that. LOL!! It was awesome.
I was so freaking beat last night. I could hardly function. I think I have been trying to fight this cold that both the boys have. It isn’t a bad one, but it is bad enough to have exhausted me.
Now, I have gobs of stuff to do. I have to go to the doctor this afternoon with Dax, I need to get our TB tests verified. Then we go to my folks. Then we go to the grocery store. Then home to make cupcakes (which I am actually looking forward to since I am making them in ice cream cones to look like ice cream), cut up oranges and prep for the game. I think I will leave early.
I am so distracted today.
Bleah, the boss just got here. My only hope for today is that he pulls me aside to tell me that since the raise freeze was lifted yesterday that he is going to give me one of the coveted raises.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Awesome
9-16-10
I feel better today. After I got Bobby yesterday, I went home and cleaned the crap out of our bedroom. I felt so accomplished. It was awesome! I also made a treasure chest for prizes the boys can choose for turning in their good behavior stars.
Ken made the banner for the Bobby’s soccer team. It looks freaking awesome. Thank goodness one of us can sew. I will stick with cooking. LOL!
I went to bed last night a little early, even, which was awesome. I went to bed knowing I had doe projects and got the boys through a routine that seems way doable.
I am annoyed at school schedules again as we got a flyer for the school about this coffee time chat with various school members including the principal that is at 8:30 this Friday morning. Do they not think that parents might work? Sheesh.
There is the school fundraiser tonight at Chuck E Cheese. I don’t think we will go. I know, how is the future PTA president going to miss this, but really, I am sure that there will be others and this week I need to continue my regrouping into this whole mom of a school kid thing.
The wonderful wooden plaque things I got for my hallway will not fit. I am ok with this. I will probably use them in either the play room or the living room. I still love them, so it will be fun to incorporate them elsewhere. I might try the entry way.
CNN has a featured article with the title of “What to do when body parts fall off”. What the hell? Slow news day?
Despite being fully motivated yesterday to do gobs of work both at work and home, today I find myself just sitting here, quite literally twiddling my thumbs.
I am concerned Bobby is not making friends. When I went to pick him up at the school yesterday, I got to see the class on the playground, running around and having fun. Bobby was not with any group, and actually, I saw him by himself. Of course, I only spotted him at the end, but still, you would think he would be with someone. He tells me he has a best friend, some chick that he can’t remember her name. He told me when they played, he had a hard time with it because of some issue with the game? Not sure I understood this, but my plan today is to make sure he points her out to me if at all possible. I know it is only day 4, but my Mama Bear senses are tingly and I just want to make sure my kid isn’t a loner.
It is not easy coming to terms with people changing and moving on. But sometimes, and really, most of the time, it is what we all do and holding on for the sake of holding on isn’t healthy.
I love that people that I had assumed were awful are in fact super sweet and have been incredibly supportive during hard times. I also love that FB has become a far better Café Mom than Café Mom could ever be. I can lean on mommies there and really feel like I am with a good community.
Is it illegal to poop on a grave? I am not saying I want to do so, but I am just asking. I mean, you can leave a bunch of other things like flowers and bears and what not, but if you left a bag of poo, is that illegal? Of course, the act of actually defecating on said grave is illegal since it is pooing in public, but I mean, putting poo on the grave, that’s ok, right?
I need to look for a nice desk. I want to put it in the playroom. Maybe just a table? Not sure yet. I need to go to IKEA.
I need to download some podcasts.
I have been instructed to find my inner awesome. There is awesome inside of me that has not been discovered. I need to let it loose. First, I think I need to make a list of things that interest me in terms of things I would like to be.
Writer-I know, I already do this, but you know what I mean!
Singer-I sing all the time, even if it might not be good. But how cool would it be if I really was?
Therapist-There is part of me that would really love to be able to sit down, and let couples or people go on and on about their life and that they would take me seriously as I dole out advice.
Personal Shopper-I think I could totally help someone pick out a wardrobe.
Photographer-I know I take a lot of pictures, but to spend a day taking shots of things outside, some place like the beach or of someone aside from my kids.
Something with death-This sounds awful, but what I mean is, one of the ideas I had for a book was to crash funerals. I want to take pictures and talk to people and find out all the different ways people deal with death. It isn’t meant to be funny, but I think that there is a lighter side of this subject that could be explored. I also still want to do a book on DPM’s.
Travel-I really want to see roadside America.
I wonder if some of my inner awesome isn’t just skills, either. I suppose some of this discovery includes recognizing who I am. Knowing that I am pretty fucking cool, and not just saying these words like I tend to do. I need to be ok with the fact that I rock. I need to know that I am pretty. I need to know that I am smart. I need to know I am interesting.
What am I hiding?
Ok, turns out my inner awesome is just what makes me happy. See, I get all deep and shit on this stuff and then I go crazy. LOL!! Nah, the advice of finding it is still valid. I need to make sure I am happy, and I will go to great lengths to make sure I have said happy. It is time to start looking out for me as well as everyone else. Woo hoo!!
I love that Vyerah calls me AC, for Awesome Cat. I like this nickname. Makes me happy.
I really wish people would realize that just because I wasn’t alive when certain songs and movies came out doesn’t mean I don’t know them. Sigh. Someone says to me that there was this old song that goes, “I’m getting married…” and I tell them, yeah, My Fair Lady, people. Of course I know the song. Sheesh. When will they learn?
I feel better today. After I got Bobby yesterday, I went home and cleaned the crap out of our bedroom. I felt so accomplished. It was awesome! I also made a treasure chest for prizes the boys can choose for turning in their good behavior stars.
Ken made the banner for the Bobby’s soccer team. It looks freaking awesome. Thank goodness one of us can sew. I will stick with cooking. LOL!
I went to bed last night a little early, even, which was awesome. I went to bed knowing I had doe projects and got the boys through a routine that seems way doable.
I am annoyed at school schedules again as we got a flyer for the school about this coffee time chat with various school members including the principal that is at 8:30 this Friday morning. Do they not think that parents might work? Sheesh.
There is the school fundraiser tonight at Chuck E Cheese. I don’t think we will go. I know, how is the future PTA president going to miss this, but really, I am sure that there will be others and this week I need to continue my regrouping into this whole mom of a school kid thing.
The wonderful wooden plaque things I got for my hallway will not fit. I am ok with this. I will probably use them in either the play room or the living room. I still love them, so it will be fun to incorporate them elsewhere. I might try the entry way.
CNN has a featured article with the title of “What to do when body parts fall off”. What the hell? Slow news day?
Despite being fully motivated yesterday to do gobs of work both at work and home, today I find myself just sitting here, quite literally twiddling my thumbs.
I am concerned Bobby is not making friends. When I went to pick him up at the school yesterday, I got to see the class on the playground, running around and having fun. Bobby was not with any group, and actually, I saw him by himself. Of course, I only spotted him at the end, but still, you would think he would be with someone. He tells me he has a best friend, some chick that he can’t remember her name. He told me when they played, he had a hard time with it because of some issue with the game? Not sure I understood this, but my plan today is to make sure he points her out to me if at all possible. I know it is only day 4, but my Mama Bear senses are tingly and I just want to make sure my kid isn’t a loner.
It is not easy coming to terms with people changing and moving on. But sometimes, and really, most of the time, it is what we all do and holding on for the sake of holding on isn’t healthy.
I love that people that I had assumed were awful are in fact super sweet and have been incredibly supportive during hard times. I also love that FB has become a far better Café Mom than Café Mom could ever be. I can lean on mommies there and really feel like I am with a good community.
Is it illegal to poop on a grave? I am not saying I want to do so, but I am just asking. I mean, you can leave a bunch of other things like flowers and bears and what not, but if you left a bag of poo, is that illegal? Of course, the act of actually defecating on said grave is illegal since it is pooing in public, but I mean, putting poo on the grave, that’s ok, right?
I need to look for a nice desk. I want to put it in the playroom. Maybe just a table? Not sure yet. I need to go to IKEA.
I need to download some podcasts.
I have been instructed to find my inner awesome. There is awesome inside of me that has not been discovered. I need to let it loose. First, I think I need to make a list of things that interest me in terms of things I would like to be.
Writer-I know, I already do this, but you know what I mean!
Singer-I sing all the time, even if it might not be good. But how cool would it be if I really was?
Therapist-There is part of me that would really love to be able to sit down, and let couples or people go on and on about their life and that they would take me seriously as I dole out advice.
Personal Shopper-I think I could totally help someone pick out a wardrobe.
Photographer-I know I take a lot of pictures, but to spend a day taking shots of things outside, some place like the beach or of someone aside from my kids.
Something with death-This sounds awful, but what I mean is, one of the ideas I had for a book was to crash funerals. I want to take pictures and talk to people and find out all the different ways people deal with death. It isn’t meant to be funny, but I think that there is a lighter side of this subject that could be explored. I also still want to do a book on DPM’s.
Travel-I really want to see roadside America.
I wonder if some of my inner awesome isn’t just skills, either. I suppose some of this discovery includes recognizing who I am. Knowing that I am pretty fucking cool, and not just saying these words like I tend to do. I need to be ok with the fact that I rock. I need to know that I am pretty. I need to know that I am smart. I need to know I am interesting.
What am I hiding?
Ok, turns out my inner awesome is just what makes me happy. See, I get all deep and shit on this stuff and then I go crazy. LOL!! Nah, the advice of finding it is still valid. I need to make sure I am happy, and I will go to great lengths to make sure I have said happy. It is time to start looking out for me as well as everyone else. Woo hoo!!
I love that Vyerah calls me AC, for Awesome Cat. I like this nickname. Makes me happy.
I really wish people would realize that just because I wasn’t alive when certain songs and movies came out doesn’t mean I don’t know them. Sigh. Someone says to me that there was this old song that goes, “I’m getting married…” and I tell them, yeah, My Fair Lady, people. Of course I know the song. Sheesh. When will they learn?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I want to pause time
9-15-10
I feel like I have too much to do with not enough time. I hate this kind of feeling.
It doesn’t help that after filling out gobs of paperwork for Bobby’s school yesterday I am feeling stressed about his schedule and in turn, mine. I left a smidge earlier than 2 yesterday and got to him just as he was at the gate to be released. That was cutting it a bit close for my taste. Of course, I also had Dax with me, which I can safely say kept my pace a little slower in the walk up, so I think with no curly haired complainer in tow, I should make it ok.
But the real problem is with Tuesdays. Because of this bullshit of early dismissal days in order to educate the staff more (I think this is complete crap), my kid gets out of school on Tuesdays at like 1:15. Crap! As if I had not already fucked with my schedule enough to get to him on time on normal days, now you are telling me he will be out even earlier on a day? Ken has class that day and is not available to pick him up, which leaves me with, well, me.
I considered having him walk home since in reality, it is an easy walk and I think he would be fine. The problem with this is that they don’t let kindergarten kids out without someone picking them up. I considered having him in the after school programs. None of them allow them in unless they are in at least the 2nd grade. And the only one that allows Kinder kids is one where they are not allowed to leave until 5:30, which I think is bogus. Looks like I will be leaving early on Tuesdays.
On top of school stuff I have to get together, I have so much in terms of home stuff to work on. The play room still looks like a giant closet. I really need to get in there and work on it. I still need to paint the ceiling of the hallway. Minor, but something that needs to be done. Plus, I want to put up the pictures and decorations I have for in there. This includes this awesome plaque we got at a yard sale that needs some minor cleaning and I need to figure placement of it.
Then there is general organization. The entry way, once again, is filled with debris. I need to work on that. The bedroom also has become the staging area for many projects, and I just need to get rid of things and put things in their proper places. It is not a huge project, mind you, but I don’t always have an hour or so to work on it.
See that is the grand problem. I don’t have lots of time to work on some things. Or, really, I do, and I just need to cut out some minor things.
My plan right now is to breathe. I think I got a little worked up what with the whole soccer/school crazy. I have cupcakes to bake this week and oranges to cut up all for Saturday’s game. I may have started to panic about being responsible for more things. And really, it isn’t that big of a deal. The paperwork for school was a one time thing. I got it filled out last night and now I just have to have it turned in. Easy enough. I have to not try to force all the non essential things while I am regrouping with essentials.
Inhale. Exhale.
The morning at work is my time. I can take a bit to write the blog, dink around, and kind of regroup. Once people start showing up, and emails start pouring in, I get to work and I find myself pretty busy. I actually like coming to work for that reason.
Crap-I forgot to charge my phone.
I am making tremendous progress on work things today. I think I will post this so that I am not distracted further.
I feel like I have too much to do with not enough time. I hate this kind of feeling.
It doesn’t help that after filling out gobs of paperwork for Bobby’s school yesterday I am feeling stressed about his schedule and in turn, mine. I left a smidge earlier than 2 yesterday and got to him just as he was at the gate to be released. That was cutting it a bit close for my taste. Of course, I also had Dax with me, which I can safely say kept my pace a little slower in the walk up, so I think with no curly haired complainer in tow, I should make it ok.
But the real problem is with Tuesdays. Because of this bullshit of early dismissal days in order to educate the staff more (I think this is complete crap), my kid gets out of school on Tuesdays at like 1:15. Crap! As if I had not already fucked with my schedule enough to get to him on time on normal days, now you are telling me he will be out even earlier on a day? Ken has class that day and is not available to pick him up, which leaves me with, well, me.
I considered having him walk home since in reality, it is an easy walk and I think he would be fine. The problem with this is that they don’t let kindergarten kids out without someone picking them up. I considered having him in the after school programs. None of them allow them in unless they are in at least the 2nd grade. And the only one that allows Kinder kids is one where they are not allowed to leave until 5:30, which I think is bogus. Looks like I will be leaving early on Tuesdays.
On top of school stuff I have to get together, I have so much in terms of home stuff to work on. The play room still looks like a giant closet. I really need to get in there and work on it. I still need to paint the ceiling of the hallway. Minor, but something that needs to be done. Plus, I want to put up the pictures and decorations I have for in there. This includes this awesome plaque we got at a yard sale that needs some minor cleaning and I need to figure placement of it.
Then there is general organization. The entry way, once again, is filled with debris. I need to work on that. The bedroom also has become the staging area for many projects, and I just need to get rid of things and put things in their proper places. It is not a huge project, mind you, but I don’t always have an hour or so to work on it.
See that is the grand problem. I don’t have lots of time to work on some things. Or, really, I do, and I just need to cut out some minor things.
My plan right now is to breathe. I think I got a little worked up what with the whole soccer/school crazy. I have cupcakes to bake this week and oranges to cut up all for Saturday’s game. I may have started to panic about being responsible for more things. And really, it isn’t that big of a deal. The paperwork for school was a one time thing. I got it filled out last night and now I just have to have it turned in. Easy enough. I have to not try to force all the non essential things while I am regrouping with essentials.
Inhale. Exhale.
The morning at work is my time. I can take a bit to write the blog, dink around, and kind of regroup. Once people start showing up, and emails start pouring in, I get to work and I find myself pretty busy. I actually like coming to work for that reason.
Crap-I forgot to charge my phone.
I am making tremendous progress on work things today. I think I will post this so that I am not distracted further.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Emotional Weekend
9-14-10
Once again, a super busy past few days. Mostly good I would say, too, which makes me happy.
Friday night, Stephanie and I got to go out for girl’s night. We headed out to dinner at Jerry’s Deli. We were looking for a place that had beer and a laid back atmosphere. We found that at Jerry’s.
It was gobs of fun to sit and chit chat in real life. After dinner, we went over and saw Scott Pilgrim Vs the World, which was freaking awesome. We giggled and made jokes before the movie and it was a fantastic time. I got home around midnight, still laughing.
Saturday was the day I transformed. I became an honest to goodness Soccer Mom. We headed out to the soccer field where I found myself surrounded by fields of kids of varying ages, all playing their little hearts out. It was surreal. I was not in uniform. I was not there to play. I was there with my son who was the player.
He looked so freaking cute in his little uniform. The hour of play was good, too, since the first half was practice with the assistant coach mostly running things. Thank goodness. He was gobs better than the broad that is his coach. The game itself was so much fun to watch. The mob of kids, the lack of structure, the fun they all seemed to have.
Before the game, I flashed the “I Love You” sign to Bobby who did it back. It was a ritual my parents and I did before every game. I am telling you right now, I was glad I had on my sunglasses because wow, I got teary.
Bobby did great! No breakdowns, and he even did a great throw in that resulted in a goal! The other team was better, but I don’t think it mattered. At the end of the game, parents and coaches from both sides came together to do a tunnel for all the kids to run through, cheering on both teams as winners. It was really fantastic!!
Mr. Bossy Pants was lame, but you know what, I don’t care. He didn’t want to be there, dragging his feat the whole time. He even sat out during the quarter Bobby was supposed to sit out, which was awesome since it meant Bobby could play even more! Then when the kid sat out, he kept pestering Dax and my mom to play with Dax’s toys. Sheesh.
Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, that dammed kid kept getting all up in Bobby’s face, bossing him around. I was tempted to snip at him, but the coach, his mother, took care of it. Plus, Bobby didn’t seem to give a shit. Thank goodness! He was awful. Even my mom was pissed about that part. She was ready to throw down. LOL!
After the game, we went to Hometown Buffet with my folks to celebrate my dad’s birthday. We then went to their place for cake. I was sure the boys would fall asleep on the way home, but shockingly, they did not. I think they were too amped from all the day had been.
We opted to not bowl on Sunday, which worked out pretty well since my mom didn’t go, either. Instead, we went down to Disneyland. Of course, we screwed up. All summer, the park opened at 8. This was the first morning of winter hours in which they don’t open until 9. We were there at 7. LOL!!
The parking structure wasn’t even open. Ken suggested I take the boys to Downtown Disney while he waited to park the car. This was an excellent idea, so I set out with the kids to get through closed gates and a maze of structure to get over to the open section to walk to the shopping area. I turned on my pedometer because I knew it would be a good hike. It didn’t register the 6 stories of stairs I walked up and down on, but it did register at least 3 miles that we walked, which included going up and down Downtown Disney 3 times, walking over there, and just hiking around waiting for the park to open. Woo hoo!!
I ended up putting in another 2 miles or so in the park itself since we walked all of the park. We didn’t go on a lot of rides, mostly checking things out that had short lines. Dax was uber cranky there, so I didn’t want to stay long. I know it was tired related.
The rest of Sunday should have been spent working on projects, but I was just too pooped. I ended up sitting around, reading the rest of my wonderful book. It was cool since the boys played out back, and Ken let me have the time to be uninterrupted. The book was truly amazing, and even though it made me cry, a lot, it was a fantastic read.
The rest of the afternoon/evening, I was weepy. I think it was PMS related, and book related, but really, the bulk of it was probably what was going to happen on Monday morning.
I got up at 6 and got ready. I made the boys breakfast and headed in to get them ready to face the day. Bobby told me a few times as I pulled his shirt over his head that he was nervous. I tried to stay positive. I was overly chipper and stressed at the same time, which is a strange combination that equals psycho.
Poor Dax was upset that he had to go to Maria’s, but I felt that he would only be a bad distraction to me at the school. There were other siblings at the school when we went, and I am super glad I didn’t take Dax.
Ken and I walked Bobby up to the school. You could see along the way the parents coming out with their kids in new backpacks and nervous smiles. The families kept falling into line, walking the sidewalk up to the school.
We walked into the classroom, which was bright and cheery, hitting me with the familiar smell of September that I have not been privy to in 17 years. We found Bobby’s name sticker, which said Robert, and Ken went to ask the teacher if we could change it to Bobby.
This is the first point in which I had to pocket the claws that came out. She growled at Ken a smidge, saying that although she would gladly call him Bobby, all paperwork should be in his given name. I wanted to yell at her, but my fear of angering this older bear that I would be leaving my cub with kept me in check.
We found Bobby’s folder in the cubby, and sat down at a table to start going through the paperwork. Bobby played with the tiger puzzle in front of him, which made him quite pleased. The teacher was nice yet not, and I felt like I had gone back to my own kindergarten experience. It was like she was Mrs. Dollarhde all over again. I tried to be super, overly chipper so as to make sure she knew we were on “her side” and that we would be helpful in anyway possible.
She took pictures of each of the families there, which was cool. She even seemed genuine when she said how cute the families were. I liked the personal touch of her trying to get to know us along with our kids.
This one little boy, Dimitri, sat at our table with his mommy. He was silent, and looked terrified. His mom told me how scared he was, and I tried to cheer him up. I even asked Bobby to possibly hang out with Dimitri during the day, which Bobby was happy to do.
Bobby was pretty calm at first. We were there for about an hour, and as the hour passed, you could sense his anxiety increasing. He was inching closer to me with each second, and was close to wrapping his body around my arm.
The teacher indicated she was done, and we parents all started the process of goodbyes. There were tears, not just from the kids. One mom, who was super nice, actually broke down a bit even before the goodbyes. She and I would commiserate together outside later.
I held it together long enough to give Bobby my heart necklace, kiss him goodbye, and basically leave the room. If I stayed, my kid would not be in school. Ken had to do the dirty work.
Bobby screamed. I heard him from outside. It sent chills down my back and stabbed my heart. Ken told me after that he even tried to bolt from the room. He was not the only one. This one poor little girl was pulled back into the classroom by the teacher, screaming and hollering as if she was being fed to alligators. It was horrible.
Ken was the last parent out, but Bobby stayed. I walked home with Ken, sobbing a bit the whole way. It was rough.
The day was spent mostly chauffeuring Ken around to various errands he had to do. I didn’t even get out of the car. I sat and played games on my phone. It was a decent distraction, but I should have probably stayed home and cleaned as it would have truly kept my mind off of it. One nice thing about going, though, was that Ken and I had lunch together, and we went and got some fun things at the 99 cent store, including eyeball necklaces for the boys, and some wonderful skulls for my desk.
We walked back up to the school to get Bobby. We opted to not take Dax so that our entire focus was on Bobby. We stood at the gate with all the other parents. We should have probably stood back more since Bobby ended up catching sight of us while they were lining up. Poor kid yelled out to us and the teacher grabbed him to put him in line. I was pissed, but I also understood she had a bunch of 5 year olds that needed to be put in place quickly. He didn’t even seem upset at this, so I let it go.
She walked them to the gate, and he was really good, staying where he was supposed to. She released them one at a time, and he ran to us when it was his turn. It was awesome. He looked exhausted. We had some animal crackers for him, which he gladly took and shoved a bunch in his mouth quickly. My poor baby, but he was happy, which was cool.
The way home, he told us about the book she read to calm them all down. He also told us that the teacher’s assistant was nice in comforting him after Ken left and that the teacher was nice. He had one other instance of fear when he couldn’t find his teacher after lunch, but it was ok. He only ate half his sandwich, but I don’t know if that was lack of hunger or just the desire to explore the playground. We will see what he does today. Ken and Dax walk him up to the school this morning. I just sent a picture of the “I Love You” sign via phone.
It is now 8 am. Bobby should be in class. I am waiting for Ken’s call of all clear. Dax has a doc appt this morning at 8:30 to get his shots. Poor Ken has a lot of unhappy kids this morning.
Bobby cried a lot, but so did most of the class. He is there, though, so now I just wait.
My schedule has to change now. I clocked in at 5:30 this morning and will be leaving at 2 until I get yelled at. LOL! No, seriously, with him getting out at 2:15, I need to get home and walk up there (aside from me wanting the exercise, it would be a madhouse to drive) to get there in time. I should be fine if I leave at 2. Hopefully there is an afterschool program like it said there was and that he can get over to that. Once he is in that, I can go back to my 2:30 time.
One of my other weekend events was my hair. I opted to do a reddish brown that looks awesome. I seriously contemplated bright pink or even blue, especially after having just seen Scott Pilgrim. I chickened out, though. I may need to just do wigs on those colors.
Super terrifying!!!!! I come back to my desk and I see my work phone ringing. It is the school! Holy shit! What happened???? I answer all freaked out and it is just the office telling me they had been trying to get a hold of Ken since they found a check of his that had fallen out of his pocket. Sigh. I about had a fucking heart attack until she said that. I assured her that I would have him call and either give me permission to pick up said check or he would get it.
Dax has 7 shots in his arm today. Not cool.
Dax and Ken are coming to lunch with me! I suppose I should finish this up and post it before I head out.
Once again, a super busy past few days. Mostly good I would say, too, which makes me happy.
Friday night, Stephanie and I got to go out for girl’s night. We headed out to dinner at Jerry’s Deli. We were looking for a place that had beer and a laid back atmosphere. We found that at Jerry’s.
It was gobs of fun to sit and chit chat in real life. After dinner, we went over and saw Scott Pilgrim Vs the World, which was freaking awesome. We giggled and made jokes before the movie and it was a fantastic time. I got home around midnight, still laughing.
Saturday was the day I transformed. I became an honest to goodness Soccer Mom. We headed out to the soccer field where I found myself surrounded by fields of kids of varying ages, all playing their little hearts out. It was surreal. I was not in uniform. I was not there to play. I was there with my son who was the player.
He looked so freaking cute in his little uniform. The hour of play was good, too, since the first half was practice with the assistant coach mostly running things. Thank goodness. He was gobs better than the broad that is his coach. The game itself was so much fun to watch. The mob of kids, the lack of structure, the fun they all seemed to have.
Before the game, I flashed the “I Love You” sign to Bobby who did it back. It was a ritual my parents and I did before every game. I am telling you right now, I was glad I had on my sunglasses because wow, I got teary.
Bobby did great! No breakdowns, and he even did a great throw in that resulted in a goal! The other team was better, but I don’t think it mattered. At the end of the game, parents and coaches from both sides came together to do a tunnel for all the kids to run through, cheering on both teams as winners. It was really fantastic!!
Mr. Bossy Pants was lame, but you know what, I don’t care. He didn’t want to be there, dragging his feat the whole time. He even sat out during the quarter Bobby was supposed to sit out, which was awesome since it meant Bobby could play even more! Then when the kid sat out, he kept pestering Dax and my mom to play with Dax’s toys. Sheesh.
Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, that dammed kid kept getting all up in Bobby’s face, bossing him around. I was tempted to snip at him, but the coach, his mother, took care of it. Plus, Bobby didn’t seem to give a shit. Thank goodness! He was awful. Even my mom was pissed about that part. She was ready to throw down. LOL!
After the game, we went to Hometown Buffet with my folks to celebrate my dad’s birthday. We then went to their place for cake. I was sure the boys would fall asleep on the way home, but shockingly, they did not. I think they were too amped from all the day had been.
We opted to not bowl on Sunday, which worked out pretty well since my mom didn’t go, either. Instead, we went down to Disneyland. Of course, we screwed up. All summer, the park opened at 8. This was the first morning of winter hours in which they don’t open until 9. We were there at 7. LOL!!
The parking structure wasn’t even open. Ken suggested I take the boys to Downtown Disney while he waited to park the car. This was an excellent idea, so I set out with the kids to get through closed gates and a maze of structure to get over to the open section to walk to the shopping area. I turned on my pedometer because I knew it would be a good hike. It didn’t register the 6 stories of stairs I walked up and down on, but it did register at least 3 miles that we walked, which included going up and down Downtown Disney 3 times, walking over there, and just hiking around waiting for the park to open. Woo hoo!!
I ended up putting in another 2 miles or so in the park itself since we walked all of the park. We didn’t go on a lot of rides, mostly checking things out that had short lines. Dax was uber cranky there, so I didn’t want to stay long. I know it was tired related.
The rest of Sunday should have been spent working on projects, but I was just too pooped. I ended up sitting around, reading the rest of my wonderful book. It was cool since the boys played out back, and Ken let me have the time to be uninterrupted. The book was truly amazing, and even though it made me cry, a lot, it was a fantastic read.
The rest of the afternoon/evening, I was weepy. I think it was PMS related, and book related, but really, the bulk of it was probably what was going to happen on Monday morning.
I got up at 6 and got ready. I made the boys breakfast and headed in to get them ready to face the day. Bobby told me a few times as I pulled his shirt over his head that he was nervous. I tried to stay positive. I was overly chipper and stressed at the same time, which is a strange combination that equals psycho.
Poor Dax was upset that he had to go to Maria’s, but I felt that he would only be a bad distraction to me at the school. There were other siblings at the school when we went, and I am super glad I didn’t take Dax.
Ken and I walked Bobby up to the school. You could see along the way the parents coming out with their kids in new backpacks and nervous smiles. The families kept falling into line, walking the sidewalk up to the school.
We walked into the classroom, which was bright and cheery, hitting me with the familiar smell of September that I have not been privy to in 17 years. We found Bobby’s name sticker, which said Robert, and Ken went to ask the teacher if we could change it to Bobby.
This is the first point in which I had to pocket the claws that came out. She growled at Ken a smidge, saying that although she would gladly call him Bobby, all paperwork should be in his given name. I wanted to yell at her, but my fear of angering this older bear that I would be leaving my cub with kept me in check.
We found Bobby’s folder in the cubby, and sat down at a table to start going through the paperwork. Bobby played with the tiger puzzle in front of him, which made him quite pleased. The teacher was nice yet not, and I felt like I had gone back to my own kindergarten experience. It was like she was Mrs. Dollarhde all over again. I tried to be super, overly chipper so as to make sure she knew we were on “her side” and that we would be helpful in anyway possible.
She took pictures of each of the families there, which was cool. She even seemed genuine when she said how cute the families were. I liked the personal touch of her trying to get to know us along with our kids.
This one little boy, Dimitri, sat at our table with his mommy. He was silent, and looked terrified. His mom told me how scared he was, and I tried to cheer him up. I even asked Bobby to possibly hang out with Dimitri during the day, which Bobby was happy to do.
Bobby was pretty calm at first. We were there for about an hour, and as the hour passed, you could sense his anxiety increasing. He was inching closer to me with each second, and was close to wrapping his body around my arm.
The teacher indicated she was done, and we parents all started the process of goodbyes. There were tears, not just from the kids. One mom, who was super nice, actually broke down a bit even before the goodbyes. She and I would commiserate together outside later.
I held it together long enough to give Bobby my heart necklace, kiss him goodbye, and basically leave the room. If I stayed, my kid would not be in school. Ken had to do the dirty work.
Bobby screamed. I heard him from outside. It sent chills down my back and stabbed my heart. Ken told me after that he even tried to bolt from the room. He was not the only one. This one poor little girl was pulled back into the classroom by the teacher, screaming and hollering as if she was being fed to alligators. It was horrible.
Ken was the last parent out, but Bobby stayed. I walked home with Ken, sobbing a bit the whole way. It was rough.
The day was spent mostly chauffeuring Ken around to various errands he had to do. I didn’t even get out of the car. I sat and played games on my phone. It was a decent distraction, but I should have probably stayed home and cleaned as it would have truly kept my mind off of it. One nice thing about going, though, was that Ken and I had lunch together, and we went and got some fun things at the 99 cent store, including eyeball necklaces for the boys, and some wonderful skulls for my desk.
We walked back up to the school to get Bobby. We opted to not take Dax so that our entire focus was on Bobby. We stood at the gate with all the other parents. We should have probably stood back more since Bobby ended up catching sight of us while they were lining up. Poor kid yelled out to us and the teacher grabbed him to put him in line. I was pissed, but I also understood she had a bunch of 5 year olds that needed to be put in place quickly. He didn’t even seem upset at this, so I let it go.
She walked them to the gate, and he was really good, staying where he was supposed to. She released them one at a time, and he ran to us when it was his turn. It was awesome. He looked exhausted. We had some animal crackers for him, which he gladly took and shoved a bunch in his mouth quickly. My poor baby, but he was happy, which was cool.
The way home, he told us about the book she read to calm them all down. He also told us that the teacher’s assistant was nice in comforting him after Ken left and that the teacher was nice. He had one other instance of fear when he couldn’t find his teacher after lunch, but it was ok. He only ate half his sandwich, but I don’t know if that was lack of hunger or just the desire to explore the playground. We will see what he does today. Ken and Dax walk him up to the school this morning. I just sent a picture of the “I Love You” sign via phone.
It is now 8 am. Bobby should be in class. I am waiting for Ken’s call of all clear. Dax has a doc appt this morning at 8:30 to get his shots. Poor Ken has a lot of unhappy kids this morning.
Bobby cried a lot, but so did most of the class. He is there, though, so now I just wait.
My schedule has to change now. I clocked in at 5:30 this morning and will be leaving at 2 until I get yelled at. LOL! No, seriously, with him getting out at 2:15, I need to get home and walk up there (aside from me wanting the exercise, it would be a madhouse to drive) to get there in time. I should be fine if I leave at 2. Hopefully there is an afterschool program like it said there was and that he can get over to that. Once he is in that, I can go back to my 2:30 time.
One of my other weekend events was my hair. I opted to do a reddish brown that looks awesome. I seriously contemplated bright pink or even blue, especially after having just seen Scott Pilgrim. I chickened out, though. I may need to just do wigs on those colors.
Super terrifying!!!!! I come back to my desk and I see my work phone ringing. It is the school! Holy shit! What happened???? I answer all freaked out and it is just the office telling me they had been trying to get a hold of Ken since they found a check of his that had fallen out of his pocket. Sigh. I about had a fucking heart attack until she said that. I assured her that I would have him call and either give me permission to pick up said check or he would get it.
Dax has 7 shots in his arm today. Not cool.
Dax and Ken are coming to lunch with me! I suppose I should finish this up and post it before I head out.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Friday-woo!
9-10-10
I suppose I should write something before I get too busy. I just keep using my time this morning to sneak in reading time. This book is wonderful, and I have fallen deeply in love with the flawed characters of Emma and Dexter. Ken was amused last night when I didn’t bother with the tv and instead sunk into my book. He knows when I get like this that the book must be good, and he was more than happy to play on the computer while I disappeared into the text.
Before I got to read, I did have a semi eventful afternoon. Ken brought the boys to me at work. He had to bring Bobby since he had a demonstration he had to do, so he was planning on bringing him to me around 2. He also brought me Dax, which was cool since it allowed me to show them both off.
On the way home, I mentioned to the boys that it was Poppy’s birthday. They both asked me if they could see him, so we detoured towards Redondo and surprised Poppy with birthday greetings. It was nice since we hung out and it was decided that our Friday visit would not happen since we went yesterday.
When we got home, I made dinner and afterwards we went on our walk. Turns out when you walk up and around the school, it is actually 1.34 miles, so when I walk home with Bobby and Dax starting next week, I think we will walk around the school so that we get more walk time in. Awesome!
Luna was less than good, though. She seemed too excited and off. She was clearly upset that she was upsetting me. But I apparently wore her down, right before Ken and I switched dogs.
Tonight I am going out with Stephanie. We are going to go see Scott Pilgram, which is way happy making. Our evening doesn’t start until after the kids are in bed. I am looking forward to the outing.
I am very excited as there now appears to be a an open WiFi at work for me to use. It means I have been able to use my iPhone without using the AT&T network. Woo! I am slightly tempted to bring in Bitty!
I am anxious for tomorrow. I am nervous for Bobby. I think he will have fun once he is on the field, but at the same time, I know how timid he is. He is so much like me with his shyness. I think he will be ok, but my mommyness is in full gear. I would imagine come Monday night that kid will be beat. Soccer, first day of school. Sheesh. I feel like I am running him ragged. Makes me wonder if I should have enrolled him in something before this point so that he was prepared for craziness.
Shut up, book! I know, I see you there, next to me, calling out to me. I want to curl up with you some place comfy. Hell, I would settle for the bathroom at this point, but I don’t see it happening right now. We will have our time, I promise.
I suppose I should write something before I get too busy. I just keep using my time this morning to sneak in reading time. This book is wonderful, and I have fallen deeply in love with the flawed characters of Emma and Dexter. Ken was amused last night when I didn’t bother with the tv and instead sunk into my book. He knows when I get like this that the book must be good, and he was more than happy to play on the computer while I disappeared into the text.
Before I got to read, I did have a semi eventful afternoon. Ken brought the boys to me at work. He had to bring Bobby since he had a demonstration he had to do, so he was planning on bringing him to me around 2. He also brought me Dax, which was cool since it allowed me to show them both off.
On the way home, I mentioned to the boys that it was Poppy’s birthday. They both asked me if they could see him, so we detoured towards Redondo and surprised Poppy with birthday greetings. It was nice since we hung out and it was decided that our Friday visit would not happen since we went yesterday.
When we got home, I made dinner and afterwards we went on our walk. Turns out when you walk up and around the school, it is actually 1.34 miles, so when I walk home with Bobby and Dax starting next week, I think we will walk around the school so that we get more walk time in. Awesome!
Luna was less than good, though. She seemed too excited and off. She was clearly upset that she was upsetting me. But I apparently wore her down, right before Ken and I switched dogs.
Tonight I am going out with Stephanie. We are going to go see Scott Pilgram, which is way happy making. Our evening doesn’t start until after the kids are in bed. I am looking forward to the outing.
I am very excited as there now appears to be a an open WiFi at work for me to use. It means I have been able to use my iPhone without using the AT&T network. Woo! I am slightly tempted to bring in Bitty!
I am anxious for tomorrow. I am nervous for Bobby. I think he will have fun once he is on the field, but at the same time, I know how timid he is. He is so much like me with his shyness. I think he will be ok, but my mommyness is in full gear. I would imagine come Monday night that kid will be beat. Soccer, first day of school. Sheesh. I feel like I am running him ragged. Makes me wonder if I should have enrolled him in something before this point so that he was prepared for craziness.
Shut up, book! I know, I see you there, next to me, calling out to me. I want to curl up with you some place comfy. Hell, I would settle for the bathroom at this point, but I don’t see it happening right now. We will have our time, I promise.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Self Control
9-9-10
Happy Birthday to my daddy!!
On a positive note, the boss is out today. It will make life so much more bearable today. Yesterday I was ready to kick him square in the head. The residual annoyance from him carried over to my home life since the minute I got home to what looked as though my family had been kidnapped in a struggle, I melted down in domestic anger and cleaned house in 30 minutes. This included letting my poor pup out who had been left inside, turning off the tv, doing dishes, cleaning the boys’ room and the bathroom. I even put all the toys that had migrated out in to my living room back into their own space. I felt much better after the frenzy.
We walked up to the school, which completed mile one of my walking quest. I need walking shoes, as the ones I wore were brutal to my feet.
Bobby, happily, is in the classroom he wanted to be in. Of course, it is not for the same reason, which was that he wanted the one that had the cookies (which was at open house), but at least I have already spoken to this teacher before. She seemed super nice. There is now, though, a level of potential stink on her. Maria had mentioned to me that there was a kinder teacher that hated all of the kids that came from her daycare. She said that this broad seemed rude to them, including her own daughter, and thinks that the teacher has a problem with Maria. I was worried, and didn’t want my boys to have said teacher. Bobby’s teacher is this woman. Here is why I didn’t run screaming to the principal.
Maria kept asking me which teacher Dax has. I don’t think it was a slip up. She said that the teacher seemed to have a problem with smart kids from her daycare. I was instantly offended. Is she saying that Bobby is not as smart? Ok, we know this is the case, but still, don’t tell the mom this! I also talked to said teacher, who seemed lovely. Plus, the kids that Maria said had problems were kids who, let’s face it, were all little shits. This includes her daughter. I would venture a guess that it isn’t that the teacher has a problem with smart kids so much as she has a problem with behavior cases.
All the parents were invited to stay for the first hour of class on Monday, so I will gage my opinion not based on what Maria says, but what she does to my own son. She might be fine with Bobby, for whatever reason. I don’t want to be the parent who freaks out for no reason.
My self control has been in full swing, especially since I had to deal with more idiots last night at soccer practice. Bobby had his first practice, and the coach was late. Sigh. Plus, the team mom and her son were not there because she couldn’t get anyone to watch her younger daughter. Dude, fucking bring her!!! Any hoo, 3 of 4 were there, and they did a good hour practice.
Ken took Dax for a long walk, so I stayed at practice. Bobby was fine at first, doing great, until for some reason he got spooked and scared. I had sat down, which I think caused him not to see me at first, so he thought I left. He shouted out to me that he was getting a little scared. He then burst into tears. I didn’t run to him. I let the coach handle it, which I am telling you, killed me. But I knew this was a good thing for both of us. The coach calmed him down, and sent him to get some water and to bring the water to me, which he did, which allowed him to come to me but not for “comfort”. He went back to practice, still a little off, but better.
The dad of Jr was too bossy with his own kid, and really didn’t let the coach do her job. Of course, the coach is an idiot, and couldn’t even control her own son, so I don’t really blame him. She ended up having Sr and myself team up with our kids and we were their passing partners, and even did some other things. I took pictures galore and really tried to be uber supportive of all the kids. Issahia was an idiot and JR was quite timid (which makes sense based on his father). Bobby seems to look up to Issahia, so much so that since that kid would sit between drills, Bobby kept doing it too. I snipped at Bobby and he stopped sitting. I also kept trying to make sure Bobby paid attention to the coach, not me. It was tough, but we made it. Bobby did some great dribbling and was good at keeping the ball from a defender. I think he will have lots of fun on Saturday.
Game time is 11!
This is a minor thing, but I hate it when people at work don’t believe me when I say I have worn a particular shirt before. I love the compliments on the outfit, but dude, I think I am pretty good at remembering what I have worn before.
Happy Birthday to my daddy!!
On a positive note, the boss is out today. It will make life so much more bearable today. Yesterday I was ready to kick him square in the head. The residual annoyance from him carried over to my home life since the minute I got home to what looked as though my family had been kidnapped in a struggle, I melted down in domestic anger and cleaned house in 30 minutes. This included letting my poor pup out who had been left inside, turning off the tv, doing dishes, cleaning the boys’ room and the bathroom. I even put all the toys that had migrated out in to my living room back into their own space. I felt much better after the frenzy.
We walked up to the school, which completed mile one of my walking quest. I need walking shoes, as the ones I wore were brutal to my feet.
Bobby, happily, is in the classroom he wanted to be in. Of course, it is not for the same reason, which was that he wanted the one that had the cookies (which was at open house), but at least I have already spoken to this teacher before. She seemed super nice. There is now, though, a level of potential stink on her. Maria had mentioned to me that there was a kinder teacher that hated all of the kids that came from her daycare. She said that this broad seemed rude to them, including her own daughter, and thinks that the teacher has a problem with Maria. I was worried, and didn’t want my boys to have said teacher. Bobby’s teacher is this woman. Here is why I didn’t run screaming to the principal.
Maria kept asking me which teacher Dax has. I don’t think it was a slip up. She said that the teacher seemed to have a problem with smart kids from her daycare. I was instantly offended. Is she saying that Bobby is not as smart? Ok, we know this is the case, but still, don’t tell the mom this! I also talked to said teacher, who seemed lovely. Plus, the kids that Maria said had problems were kids who, let’s face it, were all little shits. This includes her daughter. I would venture a guess that it isn’t that the teacher has a problem with smart kids so much as she has a problem with behavior cases.
All the parents were invited to stay for the first hour of class on Monday, so I will gage my opinion not based on what Maria says, but what she does to my own son. She might be fine with Bobby, for whatever reason. I don’t want to be the parent who freaks out for no reason.
My self control has been in full swing, especially since I had to deal with more idiots last night at soccer practice. Bobby had his first practice, and the coach was late. Sigh. Plus, the team mom and her son were not there because she couldn’t get anyone to watch her younger daughter. Dude, fucking bring her!!! Any hoo, 3 of 4 were there, and they did a good hour practice.
Ken took Dax for a long walk, so I stayed at practice. Bobby was fine at first, doing great, until for some reason he got spooked and scared. I had sat down, which I think caused him not to see me at first, so he thought I left. He shouted out to me that he was getting a little scared. He then burst into tears. I didn’t run to him. I let the coach handle it, which I am telling you, killed me. But I knew this was a good thing for both of us. The coach calmed him down, and sent him to get some water and to bring the water to me, which he did, which allowed him to come to me but not for “comfort”. He went back to practice, still a little off, but better.
The dad of Jr was too bossy with his own kid, and really didn’t let the coach do her job. Of course, the coach is an idiot, and couldn’t even control her own son, so I don’t really blame him. She ended up having Sr and myself team up with our kids and we were their passing partners, and even did some other things. I took pictures galore and really tried to be uber supportive of all the kids. Issahia was an idiot and JR was quite timid (which makes sense based on his father). Bobby seems to look up to Issahia, so much so that since that kid would sit between drills, Bobby kept doing it too. I snipped at Bobby and he stopped sitting. I also kept trying to make sure Bobby paid attention to the coach, not me. It was tough, but we made it. Bobby did some great dribbling and was good at keeping the ball from a defender. I think he will have lots of fun on Saturday.
Game time is 11!
This is a minor thing, but I hate it when people at work don’t believe me when I say I have worn a particular shirt before. I love the compliments on the outfit, but dude, I think I am pretty good at remembering what I have worn before.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Ahhh, so busy!!
9-8-10
The grays are taking over. I think it is time to get down to the beauty supply store.
I am doing my damndest to not scream and holler. The fucktards that are Bobby’s coach and team mom are pissing me off. Last night was the Team Mom meeting in which our team mom really needed to be there. She didn’t go. Thank goodness Ken was going.
We have soccer practice tonight. I will be curious as to how it goes. The coach told me that Dax could practice, too, so that will be nice.
When I get home, we are all walking up to the school to see if we can see what classroom Bobby and Dax are in. If we are lucky, we also can maybe meet Bobby’s teacher. I want to show him the bathroom and all of the places he could be. I want to see pick up spots, etc. It will be a good dry run.
In addition to finding out this information, it allows me to walk my first steps towards my new goal. There is a fitness challenge at work in which starting today and ending December 1st. The goal is to walk at least 50 miles in those 12 weeks. I am doing this for two reasons. First, Vyerah asked me to be on her team for this. LOL! But number 2, and more importantly, I should be doing this. I am going to be walking a mile a day when I pick up Bobby from school since the round trip from school to home is a mile. I also can add some more walking throughout the week. Hell, I may even use that treadmill at work. Either way, I have to do this. I just have to. It is good for me. I downloaded a pedometer on my iPhone so I can keep track. Just think, when I walk at Disneyland, that is walking. Walking at the store or walking in parking lots, all walking. I may even keep all ultra competitive and kick ass. So wish me luck!!
Turns out Ken didn’t have class today, so he is taking the boys to California Adventure for a few hours. I wish I could go. But, alas, I am swamped at work. Oh well.
The grays are taking over. I think it is time to get down to the beauty supply store.
I am doing my damndest to not scream and holler. The fucktards that are Bobby’s coach and team mom are pissing me off. Last night was the Team Mom meeting in which our team mom really needed to be there. She didn’t go. Thank goodness Ken was going.
We have soccer practice tonight. I will be curious as to how it goes. The coach told me that Dax could practice, too, so that will be nice.
When I get home, we are all walking up to the school to see if we can see what classroom Bobby and Dax are in. If we are lucky, we also can maybe meet Bobby’s teacher. I want to show him the bathroom and all of the places he could be. I want to see pick up spots, etc. It will be a good dry run.
In addition to finding out this information, it allows me to walk my first steps towards my new goal. There is a fitness challenge at work in which starting today and ending December 1st. The goal is to walk at least 50 miles in those 12 weeks. I am doing this for two reasons. First, Vyerah asked me to be on her team for this. LOL! But number 2, and more importantly, I should be doing this. I am going to be walking a mile a day when I pick up Bobby from school since the round trip from school to home is a mile. I also can add some more walking throughout the week. Hell, I may even use that treadmill at work. Either way, I have to do this. I just have to. It is good for me. I downloaded a pedometer on my iPhone so I can keep track. Just think, when I walk at Disneyland, that is walking. Walking at the store or walking in parking lots, all walking. I may even keep all ultra competitive and kick ass. So wish me luck!!
Turns out Ken didn’t have class today, so he is taking the boys to California Adventure for a few hours. I wish I could go. But, alas, I am swamped at work. Oh well.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
back to the familiar
9-7-10
The holiday weekend was good. Tiring, but good.
We were able to see Bobby “graduate” on Friday, which was nice. I am glad he got to go over to daycare since he got presents and some time in the bounce house. It was cool all around. Plus, we managed to get out of town at a pretty decent hour. We even arrived at the Compound by 8:30, which is fantastic!
The wedding party was nice. It was mellow and low stress. My boys looked awesome and they had a good time. I was thrilled because Scotty said I looked hot. Nothing better than a gay telling you that. LOL!
We didn’t know a lot of the friends that showed, but it didn’t really matter since we could visit with family and really just have a good time. I had some wine and had a nice buzz going, which was coolness. It wasn’t as good when you are racing through the house, chasing an idiot Golden Retriever, but it was ok. She makes up for being such a ding dong by being so freaking cute.
It is so nice to have kids who can now entertain themselves without grownups around the whole time. I helped do a lot of the party set up, and Ken was out with another set of folks getting Costco items (oh, yes, and getting me new tires), so it was me in charge of boys. I was shocked that I managed to help, get myself cleaned up, get the boys cleaned up and all of us dressed and looking amazing! YAY!
One of the coolest parts of the weekend was getting to hang out and chit chat with Kristie. She is my new niece since she married Nate. She is awesomeness. They are way cute together, and she is a doll. I am so happy to see Nate doing so well.
Nate also showed Bobby how to play the guitar a bit. I am telling you, cutest thing ever to watch.
I had put Grandma Brenan on silent notice, and happily she did great. She spent a lot of time with the boys including adventure walks, kick ass bubble bath time and even cupcake decorating. I was pleased. It is a shame that Grandpa was so grumpy most of the weekend since I almost was able to give the grandparents an A! I give them a B just because of the grumpy factor. He wasn’t really too grumpy with them, but his grumpy prevented some interaction.
It was so cool to have Andy and Holly there. Both of them are so great with the boys and so much fun to hang out with. It sounds like Holly might even bring the whole family out for Christmas, which means it will probably be a Compound Christmas.
I got a little annoyed a couple of times over the weekend, mostly concerning lack of help with the kids, but overall, it was a pretty easy weekend when it came to them. The boys and dogs as expected did shadow me a bit, but it was doable.
The river was WONDERFUL. There was a little incident concerning Ken arguing with the sheriff and some a-holes who essentially told said sheriff that we had dogs, but once we moved down river a bit, it was so wonderful. The water was a great temperature and the air was perfect. It was a little rocky and despite bringing water shoes in our suitcase, we forgot them at the house. LOL! Oh well. Turns out my kick ass Sketchers Sandals rule. I think I may need to get another pair.
Andy and I went up and down the river a bit with the boys on the floats I had got. It was really fun. They were not as thrilled as I had hoped, but they enjoyed the morning with rock tossing and just hanging out. Andy and I enjoyed the current of the water and had a lot of fun. I got out really only to do pictures. Ken went in and watched the fishies with the mask. It was a great morning.
And let me tell you. The dogs are not shy about water. They couldn’t contain themselves they were so excited. I loved every second of their water games. I can’t wait to take them back!!
Sunday evening was spent celebrating birthdays from August. Scotty, Aubry, Shaynna and Dax all had birthdays so there was cupcake fun, presents and lots of visiting. It was very nice. The kids also all took a fun bubble bath in Grandma’s giant tub. The best part of this was watching all the grownups swarm and be paparazzi with them. Too fun!
We left Monday morning around 10:30. It was a good time since we got home about 5:30 and we missed most of the icky traffic. Andy took Holly to the airport around 1, and he said the traffic was so bad they were actually concerned that she wouldn’t get there on time. Phew!
My only yucky part of the weekend was this ick I have had the whole time. I went through an almost crampy type issues to nausea to hot flashes to dizzy. It only seemed to happen after I ate, but really, it seemed to be present the whole trip. I know Holly wasn’t feeling 100% either, so I am wondering if we both just picked up some kind of little flu bug. I still feel icky this morning, but like I said, it doesn’t seem to be something in which I am not functional. It just seems to be a level of bleah that is annoying.
Bobby will have practice tomorrow night with his team. It sounds pretty informal. The coach also told me Dax could participate, so that is nice. I wish it wasn’t so late, but I suppose most parents get off work way later than I do. We still don’t have our game schedule, which is annoying the hell out of me, but this is on AYSO, not my coach this time. There is a team parent meeting tonight which I may send Ken to. He will be able to get more information and it will be good for him to be able to possibly vent there if needed. I did tell him we have to stay out of the politics and arguing that I know he is wanting to do. We discussed briefly the argument he had with the people at the river and I pointed out that even though, yes, they were lame, he was worse because he showed our kids that this is how we handle a dispute. He agreed with me.
My week looks busy what with practice, games, birthdays and what not. Yie!
The holiday weekend was good. Tiring, but good.
We were able to see Bobby “graduate” on Friday, which was nice. I am glad he got to go over to daycare since he got presents and some time in the bounce house. It was cool all around. Plus, we managed to get out of town at a pretty decent hour. We even arrived at the Compound by 8:30, which is fantastic!
The wedding party was nice. It was mellow and low stress. My boys looked awesome and they had a good time. I was thrilled because Scotty said I looked hot. Nothing better than a gay telling you that. LOL!
We didn’t know a lot of the friends that showed, but it didn’t really matter since we could visit with family and really just have a good time. I had some wine and had a nice buzz going, which was coolness. It wasn’t as good when you are racing through the house, chasing an idiot Golden Retriever, but it was ok. She makes up for being such a ding dong by being so freaking cute.
It is so nice to have kids who can now entertain themselves without grownups around the whole time. I helped do a lot of the party set up, and Ken was out with another set of folks getting Costco items (oh, yes, and getting me new tires), so it was me in charge of boys. I was shocked that I managed to help, get myself cleaned up, get the boys cleaned up and all of us dressed and looking amazing! YAY!
One of the coolest parts of the weekend was getting to hang out and chit chat with Kristie. She is my new niece since she married Nate. She is awesomeness. They are way cute together, and she is a doll. I am so happy to see Nate doing so well.
Nate also showed Bobby how to play the guitar a bit. I am telling you, cutest thing ever to watch.
I had put Grandma Brenan on silent notice, and happily she did great. She spent a lot of time with the boys including adventure walks, kick ass bubble bath time and even cupcake decorating. I was pleased. It is a shame that Grandpa was so grumpy most of the weekend since I almost was able to give the grandparents an A! I give them a B just because of the grumpy factor. He wasn’t really too grumpy with them, but his grumpy prevented some interaction.
It was so cool to have Andy and Holly there. Both of them are so great with the boys and so much fun to hang out with. It sounds like Holly might even bring the whole family out for Christmas, which means it will probably be a Compound Christmas.
I got a little annoyed a couple of times over the weekend, mostly concerning lack of help with the kids, but overall, it was a pretty easy weekend when it came to them. The boys and dogs as expected did shadow me a bit, but it was doable.
The river was WONDERFUL. There was a little incident concerning Ken arguing with the sheriff and some a-holes who essentially told said sheriff that we had dogs, but once we moved down river a bit, it was so wonderful. The water was a great temperature and the air was perfect. It was a little rocky and despite bringing water shoes in our suitcase, we forgot them at the house. LOL! Oh well. Turns out my kick ass Sketchers Sandals rule. I think I may need to get another pair.
Andy and I went up and down the river a bit with the boys on the floats I had got. It was really fun. They were not as thrilled as I had hoped, but they enjoyed the morning with rock tossing and just hanging out. Andy and I enjoyed the current of the water and had a lot of fun. I got out really only to do pictures. Ken went in and watched the fishies with the mask. It was a great morning.
And let me tell you. The dogs are not shy about water. They couldn’t contain themselves they were so excited. I loved every second of their water games. I can’t wait to take them back!!
Sunday evening was spent celebrating birthdays from August. Scotty, Aubry, Shaynna and Dax all had birthdays so there was cupcake fun, presents and lots of visiting. It was very nice. The kids also all took a fun bubble bath in Grandma’s giant tub. The best part of this was watching all the grownups swarm and be paparazzi with them. Too fun!
We left Monday morning around 10:30. It was a good time since we got home about 5:30 and we missed most of the icky traffic. Andy took Holly to the airport around 1, and he said the traffic was so bad they were actually concerned that she wouldn’t get there on time. Phew!
My only yucky part of the weekend was this ick I have had the whole time. I went through an almost crampy type issues to nausea to hot flashes to dizzy. It only seemed to happen after I ate, but really, it seemed to be present the whole trip. I know Holly wasn’t feeling 100% either, so I am wondering if we both just picked up some kind of little flu bug. I still feel icky this morning, but like I said, it doesn’t seem to be something in which I am not functional. It just seems to be a level of bleah that is annoying.
Bobby will have practice tomorrow night with his team. It sounds pretty informal. The coach also told me Dax could participate, so that is nice. I wish it wasn’t so late, but I suppose most parents get off work way later than I do. We still don’t have our game schedule, which is annoying the hell out of me, but this is on AYSO, not my coach this time. There is a team parent meeting tonight which I may send Ken to. He will be able to get more information and it will be good for him to be able to possibly vent there if needed. I did tell him we have to stay out of the politics and arguing that I know he is wanting to do. We discussed briefly the argument he had with the people at the river and I pointed out that even though, yes, they were lame, he was worse because he showed our kids that this is how we handle a dispute. He agreed with me.
My week looks busy what with practice, games, birthdays and what not. Yie!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Almost time to go!
9-2-10
Happy Birthday Brandy!!
I am amused that it is 90210 day.
I am sleepy.
Thank goodness today is my last work day for 4 days. Sleeping in tomorrow will be super gratifying.
I love these foggy mornings. They remind me of the fall, which is my favorite time of year. It reminds me of the beginning of the school year, when there was that possibility of so many good things. Some people think of January first as the way to start fresh. September has been my month of change. I seem to always change jobs around now. I have ended relationships in Sept. Hell, I had a kid in Aug, which I know isn’t Sept, but it is close to that time frame. It is a big deal to me. I have holidays on the horizon. I have cooling weather which means fun clothes. Aside from freaking football, it is a great time for me.
Brandy, Bobby and I went to the giant Forever 21 in Lakewood. Shoot, we thought the one in Del Amo was big. This one was massive. More clothing, and roomy. The music was way too freaking loud in there (I guess we are officially too old?). We had to scream over it to talk.
The one pair of “disco” ball earrings was lame as I suspected. I was kind of relieved. I was bummed too that we didn’t find the guitar necklace. We did find suitable substitutes in the form of earrings that can be converted into a pendent. We also got one necklace with a guitar, turntables, headphones and a music note on it that Bobby liked. It will need to be moved to a shorter chain, but it may provide him with a fun one.
Next time I have some spare cash I may need to do a shopping blow out at the store. They have a lot of clothing I like and jewelry, but I was being good yesterday. I only splurged $10 on a shirt for each of the boys at Target. It is Halloween time, and they always have good $5 shirts for them. I figure I should stock up since it is the beginning of the school year, and I need to get rid of all the shirts that don’t fit. And more specifically, they will start to have school shirts and play shirts. I just got a little giddy.
Ken and I had a good talk about my bowling stresses. There have been some agreements including that we are going to get the boys to start using the boys restroom and that I will not take them anymore. They need to learn how to use a stall since both of them will be in school. Bobby especially has to get over his fear of these things. The bowling alley is a perfect place to practice since it is close and there are all people there that are good folk and know the boys. They are really safe there.
I am finding these articles that keep popping up about “friend” etiquette quite amusing. There was one yesterday talking about how to unfriend someone and how you should only have friends online that you are actually friends with and that you should clean up your friend list. I still say, why??? This isn’t like you have 200 people that you have following you around. I would venture a guess that a good chunk of them hide your feed and that the handful that read it, don’t even care that much. Facebook isn’t designed to only keep tabs on exes and to have a way to post pictures. I like to think of it as a way to meet new people. A way to escape the world with a bunch of people that you don’t necessarily see on a regular basis. A way to post ideas and thoughts and whatever you think is interesting, and just think, when no one comments, it means that you probably don’t need to tell those stories to people IRL. It is a training ground on how to socialize. Oh, yes, and apparently to farm. LOL!
I have a funky kink in my neck. I think it is computer related.
Tomorrow a compromise has been reached. The boys will go over to daycare in the morning. It will allow me to do the finishing touches on the house in terms of us going away, plus I can get the car ready to go. Ken will get home hopefully around noon, at which time we will get the boys and head out. Woo!
Why is this the one sleepy day? I can’t stay awake. I wonder how long I could get away with crawling into the back of my car and napping.
I hate it when I get an eyelash in my eye and I can’t find it.
Sigh. Just when I had settled in on being annoyed with the coach, she gets all charity case on me. She chats me last night on FB to tell me that he aunt just died, he uncle had a stroke the same day. She can’t pay her rent and has no job. She tells me this is just the tip of the iceberg. Neat. She had not intended on telling me all of this, I think, but just in chatting I guess even over cyberspace I am a person that people like to talk to. I feel special. LOL! Anyhoo, she would like to have a practice session before the game on the 11th, which I think is an excellent idea. It sounds like one of the nights next week we will meet up for an hour. I will be curious to see how it goes. Ken of course saw this chatting and instantly started looking up how to become a coach. It is so time for me to get my ass in shape.
What do you think of the name Beatrix? Don’t worry. Any hypothetical daughter I have already has a name. Her name is Ezra Jayde. If I have a hypothetical son, his name is still up for debate. Ken keeps pushing for Jayne. I keep telling him not a chance in hell. So for now, it is up in the air, much like the decision to have another child.
I feel very distracted today. I was just talking to a coworker and I seriously could not focus on what she was saying. What is up with that? Ok, in all fairness, on that one I think it was because I don’t like her and I didn’t want to help her, but since it was work related, it was something I kind of needed to help her on. But even so, I tend to not feel so detached.
I want to get this book called One Day. I am torn on how. It could possibly be the first book I could get on the Kindle, but I am still not sold on this. I considered getting it on the Kindle App on iTty so that I have a book with me at all times. That being said, I love the feel of a book. I also have plenty of room in my purse to carry a book right now. I also then can loan said book to people if it rocks much easier in book form. It is a $10 book. Sigh.
I get to go to Target tomorrow morning by myself! LOL! Ken had some errands to run and I told him he should go by and get the crate I forgot to get last night. He pointed out that I have time tomorrow morning between his class and the kids being at Maria’s, I have me time! Holy crap! I don’t really like the idea of dragging all the stuff in the car over to Target, but it is a minor issue. So I can go get the crate and maybe that book (yay) and other items for the trip. We will see.
My hair needs coloring. I wonder if I should attempt it tonight. And if so, do I want to try a new shade? Shocking pink? Electric Blue? Radical Red?
I keep having random, vivid dreams. The parts I remember are making me confused since I swear, I don’t know if they were dreamed or done in real life. I made a cup of coffee at work. Or did I? I got in a fight with a coworker about the noise from my fan. Or did I? I started working out again. Or did I? I sang to some people. Or did I? It is all very crazy.
I know it is silly to be excited for my school walks, but it is something I am really looking forward to. It will get me moving, which will in turn, get me moving.
My distraction mode right now keeps me too inside my head. It is a dangerous place, my head. It is like one of those haunted houses that are at all Halloween Fairs. It is cheap walls with random people jumping out to scare you as you travel along. The scares in my house, though, are not costumed, minimum wage employees. They are self esteem issues and money stress and to do lists galore. It really can cause a fright.
Sigh. The distraction day turns into an ugly day.
I feel a little better now. I noticed that it was almost noon. Only a few short hours till freedom. I found out that Holly is already at the compound, which is super happy making. This is a big weekend for Lyn. Her son’s wedding reception. Her daughter and granddaughter’s birthdays. Crazy!
Happy Birthday Brandy!!
I am amused that it is 90210 day.
I am sleepy.
Thank goodness today is my last work day for 4 days. Sleeping in tomorrow will be super gratifying.
I love these foggy mornings. They remind me of the fall, which is my favorite time of year. It reminds me of the beginning of the school year, when there was that possibility of so many good things. Some people think of January first as the way to start fresh. September has been my month of change. I seem to always change jobs around now. I have ended relationships in Sept. Hell, I had a kid in Aug, which I know isn’t Sept, but it is close to that time frame. It is a big deal to me. I have holidays on the horizon. I have cooling weather which means fun clothes. Aside from freaking football, it is a great time for me.
Brandy, Bobby and I went to the giant Forever 21 in Lakewood. Shoot, we thought the one in Del Amo was big. This one was massive. More clothing, and roomy. The music was way too freaking loud in there (I guess we are officially too old?). We had to scream over it to talk.
The one pair of “disco” ball earrings was lame as I suspected. I was kind of relieved. I was bummed too that we didn’t find the guitar necklace. We did find suitable substitutes in the form of earrings that can be converted into a pendent. We also got one necklace with a guitar, turntables, headphones and a music note on it that Bobby liked. It will need to be moved to a shorter chain, but it may provide him with a fun one.
Next time I have some spare cash I may need to do a shopping blow out at the store. They have a lot of clothing I like and jewelry, but I was being good yesterday. I only splurged $10 on a shirt for each of the boys at Target. It is Halloween time, and they always have good $5 shirts for them. I figure I should stock up since it is the beginning of the school year, and I need to get rid of all the shirts that don’t fit. And more specifically, they will start to have school shirts and play shirts. I just got a little giddy.
Ken and I had a good talk about my bowling stresses. There have been some agreements including that we are going to get the boys to start using the boys restroom and that I will not take them anymore. They need to learn how to use a stall since both of them will be in school. Bobby especially has to get over his fear of these things. The bowling alley is a perfect place to practice since it is close and there are all people there that are good folk and know the boys. They are really safe there.
I am finding these articles that keep popping up about “friend” etiquette quite amusing. There was one yesterday talking about how to unfriend someone and how you should only have friends online that you are actually friends with and that you should clean up your friend list. I still say, why??? This isn’t like you have 200 people that you have following you around. I would venture a guess that a good chunk of them hide your feed and that the handful that read it, don’t even care that much. Facebook isn’t designed to only keep tabs on exes and to have a way to post pictures. I like to think of it as a way to meet new people. A way to escape the world with a bunch of people that you don’t necessarily see on a regular basis. A way to post ideas and thoughts and whatever you think is interesting, and just think, when no one comments, it means that you probably don’t need to tell those stories to people IRL. It is a training ground on how to socialize. Oh, yes, and apparently to farm. LOL!
I have a funky kink in my neck. I think it is computer related.
Tomorrow a compromise has been reached. The boys will go over to daycare in the morning. It will allow me to do the finishing touches on the house in terms of us going away, plus I can get the car ready to go. Ken will get home hopefully around noon, at which time we will get the boys and head out. Woo!
Why is this the one sleepy day? I can’t stay awake. I wonder how long I could get away with crawling into the back of my car and napping.
I hate it when I get an eyelash in my eye and I can’t find it.
Sigh. Just when I had settled in on being annoyed with the coach, she gets all charity case on me. She chats me last night on FB to tell me that he aunt just died, he uncle had a stroke the same day. She can’t pay her rent and has no job. She tells me this is just the tip of the iceberg. Neat. She had not intended on telling me all of this, I think, but just in chatting I guess even over cyberspace I am a person that people like to talk to. I feel special. LOL! Anyhoo, she would like to have a practice session before the game on the 11th, which I think is an excellent idea. It sounds like one of the nights next week we will meet up for an hour. I will be curious to see how it goes. Ken of course saw this chatting and instantly started looking up how to become a coach. It is so time for me to get my ass in shape.
What do you think of the name Beatrix? Don’t worry. Any hypothetical daughter I have already has a name. Her name is Ezra Jayde. If I have a hypothetical son, his name is still up for debate. Ken keeps pushing for Jayne. I keep telling him not a chance in hell. So for now, it is up in the air, much like the decision to have another child.
I feel very distracted today. I was just talking to a coworker and I seriously could not focus on what she was saying. What is up with that? Ok, in all fairness, on that one I think it was because I don’t like her and I didn’t want to help her, but since it was work related, it was something I kind of needed to help her on. But even so, I tend to not feel so detached.
I want to get this book called One Day. I am torn on how. It could possibly be the first book I could get on the Kindle, but I am still not sold on this. I considered getting it on the Kindle App on iTty so that I have a book with me at all times. That being said, I love the feel of a book. I also have plenty of room in my purse to carry a book right now. I also then can loan said book to people if it rocks much easier in book form. It is a $10 book. Sigh.
I get to go to Target tomorrow morning by myself! LOL! Ken had some errands to run and I told him he should go by and get the crate I forgot to get last night. He pointed out that I have time tomorrow morning between his class and the kids being at Maria’s, I have me time! Holy crap! I don’t really like the idea of dragging all the stuff in the car over to Target, but it is a minor issue. So I can go get the crate and maybe that book (yay) and other items for the trip. We will see.
My hair needs coloring. I wonder if I should attempt it tonight. And if so, do I want to try a new shade? Shocking pink? Electric Blue? Radical Red?
I keep having random, vivid dreams. The parts I remember are making me confused since I swear, I don’t know if they were dreamed or done in real life. I made a cup of coffee at work. Or did I? I got in a fight with a coworker about the noise from my fan. Or did I? I started working out again. Or did I? I sang to some people. Or did I? It is all very crazy.
I know it is silly to be excited for my school walks, but it is something I am really looking forward to. It will get me moving, which will in turn, get me moving.
My distraction mode right now keeps me too inside my head. It is a dangerous place, my head. It is like one of those haunted houses that are at all Halloween Fairs. It is cheap walls with random people jumping out to scare you as you travel along. The scares in my house, though, are not costumed, minimum wage employees. They are self esteem issues and money stress and to do lists galore. It really can cause a fright.
Sigh. The distraction day turns into an ugly day.
I feel a little better now. I noticed that it was almost noon. Only a few short hours till freedom. I found out that Holly is already at the compound, which is super happy making. This is a big weekend for Lyn. Her son’s wedding reception. Her daughter and granddaughter’s birthdays. Crazy!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Babies, horns and videotape
9-1-10
It was a strange visit with my folks yesterday. My dad was full of spitfire and grouch. Even my mom mentioned it. I let it go, though. I know it is how he is and I am used to it.
What was funny was that as I was explaining to my parents what the boys meant by having another dog at the house (Ken found a lost dog and had it returned to the owner), my mom asked when we will have another baby at the house.
My mom has been more and more excited about the idea of me having another child. She loves the crap out of the boys and has told me that I am an excellent mom and thinks that it would be fun to have one more to dote upon. She knows it is incredibly impractical. She knows that the money to raise another child is not in our account. But she told me that if I told her I was pregnant, she would be so excited she couldn’t contain herself.
My father, on the other hand, is not on board with my mother’s wistful thinking. When my mom and I were gabbing like school girls about the idea of another baby, he grouched out from the other room that I had better not be pregnant. He wants Ken to make more money before I even considered having another kid. Yes, that would be ideal, but I would have liked to hear my dad not just thinking logically, but perhaps on a more personal side.
Either way, it was odd to hear my mom actually snip at him for being grouchy, and to be so open about her feelings about my procreation in front of him. It was also strange since only hours before I had been having a similar discussion regarding a fifth member of my household. Vyerah was pointing out that I don’t want to wait too long if I am serious about wanting another one, and pointed out that there is no “right time” to have a child. If it is meant to be, it will happen and she would love it if I had another kid.
Seriously, I was having major ego boosts all day yesterday with various people telling me nice things. I know, it is wrong to get all big headed, but shoot, it is fun once in a while. LOL!
Friday leave time keeps being a stress. We had mostly settled in on doing the graduation, but now we found out that Andy will be there on Friday, and let’s face it, spending more time with Andy is way better than spending time with a bunch of kids I don’t know. I also found out that it sounds like Holly is coming, too, which is awesome!! So as of now, the plan is to take Friday off, and I will load the car while Ken is at class. The second he gets home, we are off! Woo hoo!
We went through old VHS tapes last night. Ken had set up a DVD player that also had a VHS slot. So I was excited to go through home videos. We found numerous tapes that were essentially prehistoric Tivo. Taped shows like X-Files, 90201 and even random 80’s flicks that were great fun to try and guess the title on when plopped in the middle of it. All of those were placed in the trash pile, which if anyone remembers what a VHS cassette looks like, throwing away even 5 makes gobs of space, and I have a toss pile of at least 20.
We also found some random tapes with video of my class presentations, a class presentation Ken did in one of his training seminars on how to train, and even some video of our cats. It was nice to see some of their fuzzy faces since they had passed away so long ago now. Images of Pixel watching a mechanical bird intently was wonderful.
There also was a tape of Aaron taping Clorox and Hiro chasing a laser. I was excited that he had this for two reasons. One, I get to get the copy to Brandy so she has images of her beloved cats. 2, it was great fun to watch Clorox chase a laser on screen, and also watching Luna watching the same laser on screen. LOL!
I also came across video of Dani’s bridal shower. And Lycos walking the hedge. There is video of me riding in the front of the tractor up at the compound as we drive the length of the property, all the while narrating the journey. Pretty fun stuff.
We showed the boys some of Ken and Beth’s wedding reception. It was fun to see my nephew, Daniel as a baby. And there was Daddy, with no facial hair, and speaking of hair, short hair! The boys liked all of this. We pointed out Aunt Holly and Uncle Andy, along with various other family members. And then, there is Mommy!! They didn’t seem too concerned with Daddy being with some other broad, so that was cool. I didn’t really focus on that. I liked the idea of showing the boys a gathering of their family back in the day. It was a cool way to see them.
Ken and I have discussed getting a new Mac desktop machine that I can use for all of my archivist needs. I will be able to put all the pictures there, and also convert my videos onto the computer so that I have them easily accessible. I know that there are people who would love to see some of them. I also will be able to edit videos of the boys better and have my own little studio. I like this idea a lot.
I am really enjoying that Stephanie is listening to Kevin and Bean this morning.
One of the surprisingly nice things my dad mentioned was that he thought I should send some of the video of Luna into America’s Funniest Home Videos. Keep in mind he still thinks she is retarded, but I think he also things she is adorable. My dad is a sucker for animals, even though he would never admit it. When he is at my house, he always pets the cats, and he always plays with the dogs. He digs them. I understand why he doesn’t get a dog now. He isn’t home a lot, and trust me, it was hard to get a Lycos when the dog I had before was the great Panda Dog. But my dad grew up with critters, and he has a special place in his heart for them. My parents owned a St Bernard named Roper and a cat named Sesame before I came along. Roper lived in Montana with us, and if I remember correctly, my parents gave her away before they moved to California as they were concerned that she would not want to live at a smaller place. But they adored the crap out of that dog. My dad still brags about how Sesame went camping with them! So it is funny when my dad will tease me about my critter love. I know deep down, he gets it.
My new earrings that are lots of chains are considerably less heavy than I expected. They are quite comfy, and freaking awesome.
I don’t like to make phone calls until after Ken calls me since I know he will end up calling me right while I am on the phone. So this wait between 8 and 10 for his call can be tedious when I have calls to make. Of course, there is part of me glad for the time wasting on it since let’s face it, I don’t want to make said calls.
I wonder at what point I can start to consider getting off my anxiety meds.
In the last week, I swear, I have heard more Forest Gump references than I can count. It is time to watch one of the best movies ever.
Bobby got a little icky last night. He never actually threw up, but he had a tummy ache. His eyes were bigger than his gut. That happens from time to time. Up until this point, the boys really don’t tend to over eat, but now that they will when it is food they like, I will have to start to watch that.
The pups are adopted! Woo Hoo! Today was the first day they could be, and I looked this morning and they have homes. Yay! I feel like we did such a good deed. Those pups are going to be happier somewhere where people really take care of them. I agree with Ken on this, too. I hope the a-holes who we rescued them from spent a lot of money on them. LOL!!!
I need new pics on my desk. The ones of Bobby all have him with hair!
It turns out I can whisper a hello to my boss when he comes in and just act like I am on the phone and he will leave me alone. Neat! If only my kids would understand that when I am actually on the phone.
Because Build a Bear knows I am a sucker for their crap, they came out with these new carcasses. Sigh. There is no way I can justify another stuffed toy for myself.
I was about to text Bobby’s coach to ask her if she had registered the team name. I was going to ask so I could set up the photo site. It dawned on me about half way through my note that---I don’t care. Yep, I said it. I will gladly do the site, when she sends me the info. But until she does, I am not about to chase her ass down for this stuff. We have gone to every thing so far. I can’t say the same for the others. My kid has a uniform. My kid is ready to play. I don’t need to do anything else except get him to the game. If I don’t hear about a game schedule by Saturday, I will send her a text because dammit, the first game is on the 11th. But I refuse to help this broad unless I see her step up.
It was a strange visit with my folks yesterday. My dad was full of spitfire and grouch. Even my mom mentioned it. I let it go, though. I know it is how he is and I am used to it.
What was funny was that as I was explaining to my parents what the boys meant by having another dog at the house (Ken found a lost dog and had it returned to the owner), my mom asked when we will have another baby at the house.
My mom has been more and more excited about the idea of me having another child. She loves the crap out of the boys and has told me that I am an excellent mom and thinks that it would be fun to have one more to dote upon. She knows it is incredibly impractical. She knows that the money to raise another child is not in our account. But she told me that if I told her I was pregnant, she would be so excited she couldn’t contain herself.
My father, on the other hand, is not on board with my mother’s wistful thinking. When my mom and I were gabbing like school girls about the idea of another baby, he grouched out from the other room that I had better not be pregnant. He wants Ken to make more money before I even considered having another kid. Yes, that would be ideal, but I would have liked to hear my dad not just thinking logically, but perhaps on a more personal side.
Either way, it was odd to hear my mom actually snip at him for being grouchy, and to be so open about her feelings about my procreation in front of him. It was also strange since only hours before I had been having a similar discussion regarding a fifth member of my household. Vyerah was pointing out that I don’t want to wait too long if I am serious about wanting another one, and pointed out that there is no “right time” to have a child. If it is meant to be, it will happen and she would love it if I had another kid.
Seriously, I was having major ego boosts all day yesterday with various people telling me nice things. I know, it is wrong to get all big headed, but shoot, it is fun once in a while. LOL!
Friday leave time keeps being a stress. We had mostly settled in on doing the graduation, but now we found out that Andy will be there on Friday, and let’s face it, spending more time with Andy is way better than spending time with a bunch of kids I don’t know. I also found out that it sounds like Holly is coming, too, which is awesome!! So as of now, the plan is to take Friday off, and I will load the car while Ken is at class. The second he gets home, we are off! Woo hoo!
We went through old VHS tapes last night. Ken had set up a DVD player that also had a VHS slot. So I was excited to go through home videos. We found numerous tapes that were essentially prehistoric Tivo. Taped shows like X-Files, 90201 and even random 80’s flicks that were great fun to try and guess the title on when plopped in the middle of it. All of those were placed in the trash pile, which if anyone remembers what a VHS cassette looks like, throwing away even 5 makes gobs of space, and I have a toss pile of at least 20.
We also found some random tapes with video of my class presentations, a class presentation Ken did in one of his training seminars on how to train, and even some video of our cats. It was nice to see some of their fuzzy faces since they had passed away so long ago now. Images of Pixel watching a mechanical bird intently was wonderful.
There also was a tape of Aaron taping Clorox and Hiro chasing a laser. I was excited that he had this for two reasons. One, I get to get the copy to Brandy so she has images of her beloved cats. 2, it was great fun to watch Clorox chase a laser on screen, and also watching Luna watching the same laser on screen. LOL!
I also came across video of Dani’s bridal shower. And Lycos walking the hedge. There is video of me riding in the front of the tractor up at the compound as we drive the length of the property, all the while narrating the journey. Pretty fun stuff.
We showed the boys some of Ken and Beth’s wedding reception. It was fun to see my nephew, Daniel as a baby. And there was Daddy, with no facial hair, and speaking of hair, short hair! The boys liked all of this. We pointed out Aunt Holly and Uncle Andy, along with various other family members. And then, there is Mommy!! They didn’t seem too concerned with Daddy being with some other broad, so that was cool. I didn’t really focus on that. I liked the idea of showing the boys a gathering of their family back in the day. It was a cool way to see them.
Ken and I have discussed getting a new Mac desktop machine that I can use for all of my archivist needs. I will be able to put all the pictures there, and also convert my videos onto the computer so that I have them easily accessible. I know that there are people who would love to see some of them. I also will be able to edit videos of the boys better and have my own little studio. I like this idea a lot.
I am really enjoying that Stephanie is listening to Kevin and Bean this morning.
One of the surprisingly nice things my dad mentioned was that he thought I should send some of the video of Luna into America’s Funniest Home Videos. Keep in mind he still thinks she is retarded, but I think he also things she is adorable. My dad is a sucker for animals, even though he would never admit it. When he is at my house, he always pets the cats, and he always plays with the dogs. He digs them. I understand why he doesn’t get a dog now. He isn’t home a lot, and trust me, it was hard to get a Lycos when the dog I had before was the great Panda Dog. But my dad grew up with critters, and he has a special place in his heart for them. My parents owned a St Bernard named Roper and a cat named Sesame before I came along. Roper lived in Montana with us, and if I remember correctly, my parents gave her away before they moved to California as they were concerned that she would not want to live at a smaller place. But they adored the crap out of that dog. My dad still brags about how Sesame went camping with them! So it is funny when my dad will tease me about my critter love. I know deep down, he gets it.
My new earrings that are lots of chains are considerably less heavy than I expected. They are quite comfy, and freaking awesome.
I don’t like to make phone calls until after Ken calls me since I know he will end up calling me right while I am on the phone. So this wait between 8 and 10 for his call can be tedious when I have calls to make. Of course, there is part of me glad for the time wasting on it since let’s face it, I don’t want to make said calls.
I wonder at what point I can start to consider getting off my anxiety meds.
In the last week, I swear, I have heard more Forest Gump references than I can count. It is time to watch one of the best movies ever.
Bobby got a little icky last night. He never actually threw up, but he had a tummy ache. His eyes were bigger than his gut. That happens from time to time. Up until this point, the boys really don’t tend to over eat, but now that they will when it is food they like, I will have to start to watch that.
The pups are adopted! Woo Hoo! Today was the first day they could be, and I looked this morning and they have homes. Yay! I feel like we did such a good deed. Those pups are going to be happier somewhere where people really take care of them. I agree with Ken on this, too. I hope the a-holes who we rescued them from spent a lot of money on them. LOL!!!
I need new pics on my desk. The ones of Bobby all have him with hair!
It turns out I can whisper a hello to my boss when he comes in and just act like I am on the phone and he will leave me alone. Neat! If only my kids would understand that when I am actually on the phone.
Because Build a Bear knows I am a sucker for their crap, they came out with these new carcasses. Sigh. There is no way I can justify another stuffed toy for myself.
I was about to text Bobby’s coach to ask her if she had registered the team name. I was going to ask so I could set up the photo site. It dawned on me about half way through my note that---I don’t care. Yep, I said it. I will gladly do the site, when she sends me the info. But until she does, I am not about to chase her ass down for this stuff. We have gone to every thing so far. I can’t say the same for the others. My kid has a uniform. My kid is ready to play. I don’t need to do anything else except get him to the game. If I don’t hear about a game schedule by Saturday, I will send her a text because dammit, the first game is on the 11th. But I refuse to help this broad unless I see her step up.
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