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?