Okay, let's just say that you were working long hours outside the house all week. And your significant other is also working long hours outside the house. So you decide, in your infinite wisdom, that since you still have a lot of computer work to do that evening, not to mention laundry and picking up, and all those other things that just, try as you might, won't do themselves, that you will just pick up a rotisserie chicken from the grocery store along with a few sides.
So you rush home and throw the store bought mac and cheese in the microwave, set the table and paw through the fridge for leftovers that you can add to dinner. You everything done and your significant other walks through the door minutes later and tells you that someone brought him a really late lunch around 3 so he isn't really hungry.
Even though you never actually slaved over the proverbial hot stove is it still legal in all 50 states to shoot him?
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Crabby
I'm in a mood. I don't necessarily have what would be considered to be a good reason to be in this mood, but that doesn't appear to negate it.
Things that are annoying me at the moment......
*Cody's English teacher and his constant excuses about why it is so hard for him to do his job and actually post the grades. The end of the grading period was Friday and while it looks to me like Cody has failed he is still going with the story that Cody has a 72 in that class. We shall see.
*One of the accounts that I have for work has changed things so much since last year that it is almost like working for a totally different company. The latest few changes have got me thinking that it almost may not be worth keeping them.
*Teenagers who insist on doing things half assed and then want to argue with you about the fact that it was done half assed.
*Neighbors who only mow half of their backyard and let the other half of it get so high that you can't see their neglected puppies running around. The halfway mowed thing is seriously screwing with my OCD issues.
*Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, and the harpies on The View. Not that they don't sometimes have a point (well except for Joy Behar who needs serious psychiatric help) but geez...give it a rest.
Things that are annoying me at the moment......
*Cody's English teacher and his constant excuses about why it is so hard for him to do his job and actually post the grades. The end of the grading period was Friday and while it looks to me like Cody has failed he is still going with the story that Cody has a 72 in that class. We shall see.
*One of the accounts that I have for work has changed things so much since last year that it is almost like working for a totally different company. The latest few changes have got me thinking that it almost may not be worth keeping them.
*Teenagers who insist on doing things half assed and then want to argue with you about the fact that it was done half assed.
*Neighbors who only mow half of their backyard and let the other half of it get so high that you can't see their neglected puppies running around. The halfway mowed thing is seriously screwing with my OCD issues.
*Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, and the harpies on The View. Not that they don't sometimes have a point (well except for Joy Behar who needs serious psychiatric help) but geez...give it a rest.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
God Bless the USA
My job gives me a lot of down time in my car to think and reflect on different things. Sometimes, when I just don't feel like talking to anyone on the phone or when I get tired of being in my head I will listen to the radio. I play music on my car radio sometimes, but mostly on my Droid (LOVELOVELOVE Pandora Radio app!!) Most of the time, when I go searching for channels on my radio to listen to, I am looking for some type of talk radio. Just so I can get out of my head for a bit and think about something that is usually not even on my radar.
I have no idea who the person I was listening to on the radio was, or even what radio station this program was on. The gist of the argument he was making was that no mosque should be built in the USA, ever. He said that the only thing that we needed to know in order to support this decision is that Muslims believe and are taught by their religion that it is alright to beat and rape their wives and thus, they do not belong in the United States.
Wow.
He then gave an example of something that happened a few months ago that I actually had not heard anything about. Apparently, a judge in New Jersey ruled against a woman obtaining a restraining order against her ex husband who reportedly raped her.
http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/08/05/advocates-anti-shariah-measures-alarmed-judges-ruling/
The judge ruled that as the ex husband was only going with what his beliefs taught him, he was not doing anything illegal.
This was one of the main arguments the radio program was using as a reason that Mosques should not be built in the US.
I listened to his argument which basically went "Muslims bad, US good....Keep that religion out of our country" and thought to myself about how many people listening to this argument right now have made up their minds that they agree with what he is saying.
Now, don't get me wrong. I think that judge was a friggin idiot. Basically, he is saying that as long as something is taught in someones religion then that means it is okay, even if it goes against the laws in our country. Our laws should be upheld. Regardless.
However, does this mean that no Mosques should be allowed in the United States of America? All Muslims should immediately convert to another religion or else go home?
That's what the opinion of this guy on the radio was. Get them out of our country! That's what he kept ranting. And it scared me. Alot.
Because, and correct me if I am wrong here, but wasn't our country FOUNDED on the premise of FREE RELIGION? Wasn't that the reason that there even IS a United States of America?
There has been a lot of talk about the Mosque being built at Ground Zero. I don't necessarily have a problem with a Mosque being built per se, but it does feel a bit, well insensitive for them to decide to build in that particular place. It feels a bit, contrived. But to say that none can be built at all, that's a bit extremist to me.
And it scares me.
I have no idea who the person I was listening to on the radio was, or even what radio station this program was on. The gist of the argument he was making was that no mosque should be built in the USA, ever. He said that the only thing that we needed to know in order to support this decision is that Muslims believe and are taught by their religion that it is alright to beat and rape their wives and thus, they do not belong in the United States.
Wow.
He then gave an example of something that happened a few months ago that I actually had not heard anything about. Apparently, a judge in New Jersey ruled against a woman obtaining a restraining order against her ex husband who reportedly raped her.
http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/08/05/advocates-anti-shariah-measures-alarmed-judges-ruling/
The judge ruled that as the ex husband was only going with what his beliefs taught him, he was not doing anything illegal.
This was one of the main arguments the radio program was using as a reason that Mosques should not be built in the US.
I listened to his argument which basically went "Muslims bad, US good....Keep that religion out of our country" and thought to myself about how many people listening to this argument right now have made up their minds that they agree with what he is saying.
Now, don't get me wrong. I think that judge was a friggin idiot. Basically, he is saying that as long as something is taught in someones religion then that means it is okay, even if it goes against the laws in our country. Our laws should be upheld. Regardless.
However, does this mean that no Mosques should be allowed in the United States of America? All Muslims should immediately convert to another religion or else go home?
That's what the opinion of this guy on the radio was. Get them out of our country! That's what he kept ranting. And it scared me. Alot.
Because, and correct me if I am wrong here, but wasn't our country FOUNDED on the premise of FREE RELIGION? Wasn't that the reason that there even IS a United States of America?
There has been a lot of talk about the Mosque being built at Ground Zero. I don't necessarily have a problem with a Mosque being built per se, but it does feel a bit, well insensitive for them to decide to build in that particular place. It feels a bit, contrived. But to say that none can be built at all, that's a bit extremist to me.
And it scares me.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Officially, I have lost my mind.
It has been absolutely crazy around here lately and no that is not because we have a baby. In fact, I am beginning to think that Cara has lied to me and is not actually pregnant but just getting fat. Hmmph!
My car has decided that it wasn't getting nowhere near enough attention so it blew out a tire last month, killed a battery, and then just to add insult to injury.. demanded a new starter. But those things worked out okay and all total came up to under $500 so I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing.
And then Chad's truck decided to get jealous and wanted new tie rods and a bunch of other stuff that goes along with that. Total cost, a bit more than $500...sigh. $1000 in two months for car stuff is just not cool.
The truck is being fixed now and we are hoping to get it back tomorrow. This is not a good time to be down to one vehicle, especially since Chad is working 45 miles away and Cara could go into labor at any time.
School is going to be starting on the 23rd and I am not looking forward to it. Last year was so stressful that I just don't want to have to deal with the Cody's grades. Not to mention the eleventy gazillion dollars that will be spent on school clothes, shoes, backpacks, and other school supplies. Sigh.
Proof positive that I have totally lost it.....
I was driving to Waco the other day and every once in awhile would get a whiff of what smelled like cologne or something. I was the only person in the car so this was really disconcerting. At times I would smell it a bit stronger and it was driving me totally crazy. Flash forward to a couple hours later, I stopped at a friend's store and Chad saw my car and stopped. We stayed for a couple minutes chatting and then left and when he went to kiss me goodbye he looked at me and said, "Hey, that smell is coming from you!"
Apparently when I straightened my hair that morning, instead of using my tube of hair gel I used his tube of aftershave. No wonder it was doing a crappy job of keeping my hair straight...sigh.
My car has decided that it wasn't getting nowhere near enough attention so it blew out a tire last month, killed a battery, and then just to add insult to injury.. demanded a new starter. But those things worked out okay and all total came up to under $500 so I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing.
And then Chad's truck decided to get jealous and wanted new tie rods and a bunch of other stuff that goes along with that. Total cost, a bit more than $500...sigh. $1000 in two months for car stuff is just not cool.
The truck is being fixed now and we are hoping to get it back tomorrow. This is not a good time to be down to one vehicle, especially since Chad is working 45 miles away and Cara could go into labor at any time.
School is going to be starting on the 23rd and I am not looking forward to it. Last year was so stressful that I just don't want to have to deal with the Cody's grades. Not to mention the eleventy gazillion dollars that will be spent on school clothes, shoes, backpacks, and other school supplies. Sigh.
Proof positive that I have totally lost it.....
I was driving to Waco the other day and every once in awhile would get a whiff of what smelled like cologne or something. I was the only person in the car so this was really disconcerting. At times I would smell it a bit stronger and it was driving me totally crazy. Flash forward to a couple hours later, I stopped at a friend's store and Chad saw my car and stopped. We stayed for a couple minutes chatting and then left and when he went to kiss me goodbye he looked at me and said, "Hey, that smell is coming from you!"
Apparently when I straightened my hair that morning, instead of using my tube of hair gel I used his tube of aftershave. No wonder it was doing a crappy job of keeping my hair straight...sigh.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Here, let me just open my wallet for you and you take what you need
I’m not 100% sure how but I have apparently pissed off the Money Gods lately because everyone seems to want mine!
Example #1 The stupid coffee table. I went down to find out how much I would have to spend to replace the glass in the table because it was driving me crazy. They claim it is going to cost almost $150 just to replace the glass in it with the matching glass for the panels that didn't break. But I can get a cheaper glass to put in it for all three panels for only $140! Gee thanks! Guess I will just do a few extra projects for a new coffee table fund. Sigh.
Example #2 My stupid tire blew out on the highway while I was doing 70. This pisses me off at numerous levels because first, the tire was a fairly new. Unfortunately, the place we got it at is an 8 hour drive away so the warranty they came with is fairly useless. The diagnosis for why the tire blew up? Why, because it’s Texas of course and it’s hot. I had to buy a new tire for $140 because it’s hot in Texas???? What kind of shit is that?
Example #3 Cody has decided that after the month of the pretty constant eating that he has done (does anyone else in the world have to spend over $800 a month for a family of 3 at the grocery store????) that now would be the best time in the world for him to grow 2 inches. Would it have been too much to ask him to wait until closer to the beginning of school before I had to buy him new clothes?
Example #4 The IRS has been kind enough to pull out my tax return for last year and “Oops, lookie there! You made a mistake! That will be $7 for the mistake and another $85 for the penalties” Assholes.
Example #5 Guess who’s cap is getting loose on his tooth? Go ahead. Guess! Yep, you would guess correctly. That would be Cody who just got the stupid cap last year when one of his friends was screwing around and he broke his tooth on a chair. At least this time I have dental insurance that I pay out the ass for and covers about 20 cents of anything that he goes into the dentist office for.
I give up. Is this week over yet?
Example #1 The stupid coffee table. I went down to find out how much I would have to spend to replace the glass in the table because it was driving me crazy. They claim it is going to cost almost $150 just to replace the glass in it with the matching glass for the panels that didn't break. But I can get a cheaper glass to put in it for all three panels for only $140! Gee thanks! Guess I will just do a few extra projects for a new coffee table fund. Sigh.
Example #2 My stupid tire blew out on the highway while I was doing 70. This pisses me off at numerous levels because first, the tire was a fairly new. Unfortunately, the place we got it at is an 8 hour drive away so the warranty they came with is fairly useless. The diagnosis for why the tire blew up? Why, because it’s Texas of course and it’s hot. I had to buy a new tire for $140 because it’s hot in Texas???? What kind of shit is that?
Example #3 Cody has decided that after the month of the pretty constant eating that he has done (does anyone else in the world have to spend over $800 a month for a family of 3 at the grocery store????) that now would be the best time in the world for him to grow 2 inches. Would it have been too much to ask him to wait until closer to the beginning of school before I had to buy him new clothes?
Example #4 The IRS has been kind enough to pull out my tax return for last year and “Oops, lookie there! You made a mistake! That will be $7 for the mistake and another $85 for the penalties” Assholes.
Example #5 Guess who’s cap is getting loose on his tooth? Go ahead. Guess! Yep, you would guess correctly. That would be Cody who just got the stupid cap last year when one of his friends was screwing around and he broke his tooth on a chair. At least this time I have dental insurance that I pay out the ass for and covers about 20 cents of anything that he goes into the dentist office for.
I give up. Is this week over yet?
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Depressed
I am depressed. I know what you are thinking. That is such an overused thought that it makes it difficult for the person hearing it to actually believe it. But there it is. I am depressed.
And I really mean it this time!
Why should I be depressed in this bright sunshiney world? How can I be depressed with all the birds chirping and the squirrels scampering around? It just boggles the mind.
But I will tell you, but only if you promise not to tell another soul the reason that I am so depressed.
Are you ready?
I am depressed because about 15 minutes ago I was sitting on the glass coffee table talking to Chad who is lying on the sofa because he is injured. And my ass broke the coffee table.
MY ASS BROKE THE COFFEE TABLE!
Oh, I suppose I could say it was the extra weight of the coaster that broke the table but that seems mighty thin (as opposed to my, ya know, ASS!)
Do you want to know the worst part? That’s even worse than actually breaking the coffee table?
I had orange rolls baking in the oven. And now I can’t even eat them because I am depressed. And apparently my ass is too big .
Sigh.
And I really mean it this time!
Why should I be depressed in this bright sunshiney world? How can I be depressed with all the birds chirping and the squirrels scampering around? It just boggles the mind.
But I will tell you, but only if you promise not to tell another soul the reason that I am so depressed.
Are you ready?
I am depressed because about 15 minutes ago I was sitting on the glass coffee table talking to Chad who is lying on the sofa because he is injured. And my ass broke the coffee table.
MY ASS BROKE THE COFFEE TABLE!
Oh, I suppose I could say it was the extra weight of the coaster that broke the table but that seems mighty thin (as opposed to my, ya know, ASS!)
Do you want to know the worst part? That’s even worse than actually breaking the coffee table?
I had orange rolls baking in the oven. And now I can’t even eat them because I am depressed. And apparently my ass is too big .
Sigh.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
And the heavens opened up and I heard singing
It's of no surprise to anyone who knows me that I hate my neighbors. For months and months now I have been complaining about them to anyone that would listen, and even some that didn't really want to listen.
It's really funny. When they first moved in, I really didn't think they would stay long. We had lived here for two years by the time they moved in and there had been five different people living there in that time. They would move in and within a month or two, they would be gone again. Some of them, it would seem, in the middle of the night.
The first time they did something incredibly rude, I ignored it. I reasoned that there was no reason for me to make the brief time they would be here any worse than it needed to be. Unfortunately, they stayed..and stayed....and stayed. I don't know what was wrong with the house before that nobody would stay there, but these people seemed to have found it a pleasant place to be and were not leaving.
So for almost a year now I have dealt with weekend and weekday parties. There were so many people that lived there on a full time basis that in order to fit all the cars there they would park all up and down the street. Their visitors would park in front of my house and then proceed to honk their horn and yell really loud at 3 am because it was easier for them than getting out of their car. They would let their yard become overgrown, leave trash stacked by their house so when the wind blew it would blow into my yard, leave their dog in the back yard barking at all hours of the day and night and have incredibly loud screaming matches with each other, usually in the middle of the night.
And then today I pulled into my driveway and glanced over at their overgrown yard. Except wait...it wasn't overgrown. It was trimmed neatly. (And was incidentally making MY yard look a little overgrown!) The trashcan was pulled to the curb and trash piled beside it awaiting the garbage truck tomorrow. And there was a sign. A SIGN!!
The house is For Rent!!!! My neighbors have moved. I am almost giddy with excitement. It seems like such a small thing but really it's not. Don't ask me when they moved. I have noticed that it has been pretty quiet lately and not as many cars are parked on the street. I never saw a moving truck, I never saw anyone carrying boxes, I never saw anything. But they are gone.
I kinda wish they had left the dog though.
It's really funny. When they first moved in, I really didn't think they would stay long. We had lived here for two years by the time they moved in and there had been five different people living there in that time. They would move in and within a month or two, they would be gone again. Some of them, it would seem, in the middle of the night.
The first time they did something incredibly rude, I ignored it. I reasoned that there was no reason for me to make the brief time they would be here any worse than it needed to be. Unfortunately, they stayed..and stayed....and stayed. I don't know what was wrong with the house before that nobody would stay there, but these people seemed to have found it a pleasant place to be and were not leaving.
So for almost a year now I have dealt with weekend and weekday parties. There were so many people that lived there on a full time basis that in order to fit all the cars there they would park all up and down the street. Their visitors would park in front of my house and then proceed to honk their horn and yell really loud at 3 am because it was easier for them than getting out of their car. They would let their yard become overgrown, leave trash stacked by their house so when the wind blew it would blow into my yard, leave their dog in the back yard barking at all hours of the day and night and have incredibly loud screaming matches with each other, usually in the middle of the night.
And then today I pulled into my driveway and glanced over at their overgrown yard. Except wait...it wasn't overgrown. It was trimmed neatly. (And was incidentally making MY yard look a little overgrown!) The trashcan was pulled to the curb and trash piled beside it awaiting the garbage truck tomorrow. And there was a sign. A SIGN!!
The house is For Rent!!!! My neighbors have moved. I am almost giddy with excitement. It seems like such a small thing but really it's not. Don't ask me when they moved. I have noticed that it has been pretty quiet lately and not as many cars are parked on the street. I never saw a moving truck, I never saw anyone carrying boxes, I never saw anything. But they are gone.
I kinda wish they had left the dog though.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Voodoo Queen
I have been in a serious funk lately and haven't felt like doing a whole lot of anything. Fortunately, I feel the funk lifting a bit and can actually see the light at the end of the tunnel. Keeping my fingers crossed.
In other news....It is official. I am a witch with magical voodoo powers. Yes, I have gotten confirmation of this and have been trying to decide how exactly to use these new found powers for good. I was annoyed with someone the other day and put a pox on them, the next day they were running a fever and had some kind of growth on their side. A trip to the doctor for some antibiotics and she is feeling a bit better but only because I have not revoodooed her. She should take care to not piss me off.
Cara's baby shower went off without a hitch and everything is good there. She got a lot of goodies and such with more coming each day. With a bit of luck she won't have to purchase a whole lot more.
The school year is done and I am still alive. More importantly, Cody is still alive. He passed everything and now I can take a break for the summer. Thank God!
I had a heart attack today when I realized that my brake lights would not turn off. I did everything I could possibly think of to fix it. Checked the lights to make sure that I hadn't left something on. Stared at it for a few minutes. Pushed the brake to ensure that it hadn't gotten stuck. Stared at it again. Asked some random stranger in a parking lot, "Hey, does it look like these lights are on or is it the way the sun is hitting it?" Stared at it some more. Nothing worked. So I came home and called Chad. When he got home he and Aiden went outside to look at it. Can you friggin believe that Aiden fixed my damn lights????? Apparently, there is a little switch somewhere down there. (Incidentally, why the hell would they put a switch on the side of the damn peddle????) All that time I spent trying to fix it myself and a 5 year old did it in 5 seconds. Oh well, that kid gets capri suns for life.
I have become a bit miffed lately with my ex husband and have decided that instead of being the bigger person, I will just go ahead and be the complete and total bitch that he thinks I am anyway. For the last several months I have emailed him pictures of Cara as her belly grows and this past weekend I emailed him pics from the baby shower. He complained to Christin one time that he hadn't gotten any pics lately and so I started texting him whenever I sent him something because he never checks his email. It occurred to me the other day that the last several times I sent him an email with the pics attached that he hasn't even had the decency to let me know that he had gotten them. So screw it. If he wants to be rude about it, he's the one missing out. Perhaps I should let him know about that voodoo thing?
In other news....It is official. I am a witch with magical voodoo powers. Yes, I have gotten confirmation of this and have been trying to decide how exactly to use these new found powers for good. I was annoyed with someone the other day and put a pox on them, the next day they were running a fever and had some kind of growth on their side. A trip to the doctor for some antibiotics and she is feeling a bit better but only because I have not revoodooed her. She should take care to not piss me off.
Cara's baby shower went off without a hitch and everything is good there. She got a lot of goodies and such with more coming each day. With a bit of luck she won't have to purchase a whole lot more.
The school year is done and I am still alive. More importantly, Cody is still alive. He passed everything and now I can take a break for the summer. Thank God!
I had a heart attack today when I realized that my brake lights would not turn off. I did everything I could possibly think of to fix it. Checked the lights to make sure that I hadn't left something on. Stared at it for a few minutes. Pushed the brake to ensure that it hadn't gotten stuck. Stared at it again. Asked some random stranger in a parking lot, "Hey, does it look like these lights are on or is it the way the sun is hitting it?" Stared at it some more. Nothing worked. So I came home and called Chad. When he got home he and Aiden went outside to look at it. Can you friggin believe that Aiden fixed my damn lights????? Apparently, there is a little switch somewhere down there. (Incidentally, why the hell would they put a switch on the side of the damn peddle????) All that time I spent trying to fix it myself and a 5 year old did it in 5 seconds. Oh well, that kid gets capri suns for life.
I have become a bit miffed lately with my ex husband and have decided that instead of being the bigger person, I will just go ahead and be the complete and total bitch that he thinks I am anyway. For the last several months I have emailed him pictures of Cara as her belly grows and this past weekend I emailed him pics from the baby shower. He complained to Christin one time that he hadn't gotten any pics lately and so I started texting him whenever I sent him something because he never checks his email. It occurred to me the other day that the last several times I sent him an email with the pics attached that he hasn't even had the decency to let me know that he had gotten them. So screw it. If he wants to be rude about it, he's the one missing out. Perhaps I should let him know about that voodoo thing?
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Changing the world one parking lot at a time.....
I would like to take a few minutes to discuss something that is not discussed near often enough….parking lot etiquette.
Studies have shown that people who shop tend to park in parking lots. Now this is not a hard fast rule, as I am sure there are exceptions however, what we are going to discuss today are the things that you should NOT be doing while in the parking lot.
There is never any reason to crank your stereo system up to it’s maximum level with your windows down. You should especially not be doing this if you are listening to songs that have more curses in them than all the other words combined. People walk through the parking lot with their small children and should not have to be subjected to the questions these songs generate. If you want to listen to these songs, then fine. Knock yourself out. Just keep it to yourself.
As a pedestrian you have the right way while walking through a parking lot. However, please do not walk down the middle of the aisle while pushing your cart making it impossible for someone to drive past you without running you over. Also, just because you have the right way does not necessarily mean you should just walk out in front of a car without even looking. Do you really think that knowing you were right will make it hurt any less if you get run over?
On the flip side….pedestrians have the right way. Could you be a little more observant when people are going to be possibly walking out in front of you?
There is never any reason, ever, to go over 15 mph through a parking lot. Never. People are backing up and walking around. Pay attention and slow your ass down.
I am lazy. I will admit this freely and without rancor. However, I cannot tell you the number of times I have had to squeeze past someone who was so hell bent on obtaining a closer parking spot that they sat and waited while someone opened their car, loaded up their bags, took their cart back and then started their car. Almost every single time this has happened I have been out of my car, walked past them, and been in the store before they have had a chance to even park. Had they just went ahead and moved up three spaces and taken the empty spot they would have spent less time and annoyed a lot less people who had gotten stuck behind them.
On that note, if you are going to be one of those people who absolutely must wait for that closer parking spot, for the love of God….move over so that the rest of the people behind you can go around you. There is no reason to completely stop the flow of traffic just because you don’t feel like walking 20 extra steps.
When you come out to your car with a cart it really is polite to put your cart in the cart corral. I don’t know why some people are so against doing this. Its not like you got your cart from the middle of the parking lot so why would you even think to leave it there?
This has been a public service announcement. We now return you to your reguarly scheduled blogging.
Studies have shown that people who shop tend to park in parking lots. Now this is not a hard fast rule, as I am sure there are exceptions however, what we are going to discuss today are the things that you should NOT be doing while in the parking lot.
There is never any reason to crank your stereo system up to it’s maximum level with your windows down. You should especially not be doing this if you are listening to songs that have more curses in them than all the other words combined. People walk through the parking lot with their small children and should not have to be subjected to the questions these songs generate. If you want to listen to these songs, then fine. Knock yourself out. Just keep it to yourself.
As a pedestrian you have the right way while walking through a parking lot. However, please do not walk down the middle of the aisle while pushing your cart making it impossible for someone to drive past you without running you over. Also, just because you have the right way does not necessarily mean you should just walk out in front of a car without even looking. Do you really think that knowing you were right will make it hurt any less if you get run over?
On the flip side….pedestrians have the right way. Could you be a little more observant when people are going to be possibly walking out in front of you?
There is never any reason, ever, to go over 15 mph through a parking lot. Never. People are backing up and walking around. Pay attention and slow your ass down.
I am lazy. I will admit this freely and without rancor. However, I cannot tell you the number of times I have had to squeeze past someone who was so hell bent on obtaining a closer parking spot that they sat and waited while someone opened their car, loaded up their bags, took their cart back and then started their car. Almost every single time this has happened I have been out of my car, walked past them, and been in the store before they have had a chance to even park. Had they just went ahead and moved up three spaces and taken the empty spot they would have spent less time and annoyed a lot less people who had gotten stuck behind them.
On that note, if you are going to be one of those people who absolutely must wait for that closer parking spot, for the love of God….move over so that the rest of the people behind you can go around you. There is no reason to completely stop the flow of traffic just because you don’t feel like walking 20 extra steps.
When you come out to your car with a cart it really is polite to put your cart in the cart corral. I don’t know why some people are so against doing this. Its not like you got your cart from the middle of the parking lot so why would you even think to leave it there?
This has been a public service announcement. We now return you to your reguarly scheduled blogging.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Priorities
As the end of the school year draws near I have begun the summer preparations for the inevitable "I'm bored" that strikes within the first 22 minutes of summer vacation. Fortunately, I hold the title of "World's Worst Mother", which means that figuring out which things to include on the list of possible other things that you could be doing was fairly simple for me to come up with. They all benefit me.
* Clean the windows.
* Clean the rain gutters along the back of the house.
* Clean out the garbage cans
* Clean out the big garbage bin.
* Clean the garage.
* Shimmy on top of the shrunk and clean off the stupid ledge the builders of this house decided needed to be 12 feet off the ground, just for show.
* Go through all your drawers and closet and take out anything that doesn't fit, you refuse to wear, or will warrant a call from CPS.
* Rewire the back gate so that the dogs will no longer be able to figure out how to leave the relative safety of our backyard for the creek and the sticker bushes that get stuck in Jack's fur and take literally hours to pull out.
* Clean your damn bathroom.
* Figure out what I did to my MP3 player and why it won't upload the music that I want on it.
* Instead of trying to figure out the most expedite way to get the food from the kitchen into your stomach, how about you actually think of the rest of us and cook us a meal AND CLEAN UP YOUR MESS AFTERWARD.
* Repair the garage door that your big melon head made a hole in when you were goofing off with the dog.
* Read your email occasionally and actually send one back so that I don't get emails asking why you aren't responding.
* Read a book. A REAL book, not a comic book.
* Finish loading all the bags of dirt into my flower beds so in my spare time I can actually plant my flowers where I want them.
I'm quite sure there is more but I think this should get him through the middle of July at least.
* Clean the windows.
* Clean the rain gutters along the back of the house.
* Clean out the garbage cans
* Clean out the big garbage bin.
* Clean the garage.
* Shimmy on top of the shrunk and clean off the stupid ledge the builders of this house decided needed to be 12 feet off the ground, just for show.
* Go through all your drawers and closet and take out anything that doesn't fit, you refuse to wear, or will warrant a call from CPS.
* Rewire the back gate so that the dogs will no longer be able to figure out how to leave the relative safety of our backyard for the creek and the sticker bushes that get stuck in Jack's fur and take literally hours to pull out.
* Clean your damn bathroom.
* Figure out what I did to my MP3 player and why it won't upload the music that I want on it.
* Instead of trying to figure out the most expedite way to get the food from the kitchen into your stomach, how about you actually think of the rest of us and cook us a meal AND CLEAN UP YOUR MESS AFTERWARD.
* Repair the garage door that your big melon head made a hole in when you were goofing off with the dog.
* Read your email occasionally and actually send one back so that I don't get emails asking why you aren't responding.
* Read a book. A REAL book, not a comic book.
* Finish loading all the bags of dirt into my flower beds so in my spare time I can actually plant my flowers where I want them.
I'm quite sure there is more but I think this should get him through the middle of July at least.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Karma
I must confess...I am a complete moron. I should have known better than to open my mouth. It's not like I am a novice at this.....I have been doing it for over 20 years. You would think that at some point during those 20+ years of raising kids I would have known that Karma will smack you down quicker than any virus and leave you wondering what the hell just happened.
I was talking to a friend the other day about our kids. We speak often about the trials and tribulations of teenagers and often shake our heads at the lunacy of our offspring and how they seem to think we know nothing about anything. During this conversation she brought up the fact that her daughter kept losing stuff. Not cheap stuff, no. Expensive stuff. Things that cost quite a bit of money and she was mad. I couldn't blame her honestly, I would have been pissed too.
Throughout the past year I have been mad at Cody for a variety of reasons but not one of them was him losing anything. Well, except his homework and that was a totally different problem stemming from the fact that, well at 14 he sometimes just isn't really that bright.
Anyway, I sympathized with her and actually uttered the words. Out loud. For Karma to hear. Like a moron.
I told her that wasn't a problem that I have had to deal with. That surprisingly enough, Cody has been pretty responsible with his things. I know, dumb right? You know where this is headed.
Yesterday I walked into Cody's room for something, I don't know what. I glanced over at his Ipod charger and it wasn't on there. And then I realized that it had been literally weeks since the last time he asked me to download a song, or an app.
And then I knew.
I asked him where his Ipod was, knowing full well what the answer would be. He looked up at me with the deer in the headlights look that all teenagers get when they know they have been busted about something. And with a look of resignation on his sad little face told me that it had been stolen. When he took it to school. After he was told not to take it to school. Because it could get stolen. Sigh.
I am such a moron.
I was talking to a friend the other day about our kids. We speak often about the trials and tribulations of teenagers and often shake our heads at the lunacy of our offspring and how they seem to think we know nothing about anything. During this conversation she brought up the fact that her daughter kept losing stuff. Not cheap stuff, no. Expensive stuff. Things that cost quite a bit of money and she was mad. I couldn't blame her honestly, I would have been pissed too.
Throughout the past year I have been mad at Cody for a variety of reasons but not one of them was him losing anything. Well, except his homework and that was a totally different problem stemming from the fact that, well at 14 he sometimes just isn't really that bright.
Anyway, I sympathized with her and actually uttered the words. Out loud. For Karma to hear. Like a moron.
I told her that wasn't a problem that I have had to deal with. That surprisingly enough, Cody has been pretty responsible with his things. I know, dumb right? You know where this is headed.
Yesterday I walked into Cody's room for something, I don't know what. I glanced over at his Ipod charger and it wasn't on there. And then I realized that it had been literally weeks since the last time he asked me to download a song, or an app.
And then I knew.
I asked him where his Ipod was, knowing full well what the answer would be. He looked up at me with the deer in the headlights look that all teenagers get when they know they have been busted about something. And with a look of resignation on his sad little face told me that it had been stolen. When he took it to school. After he was told not to take it to school. Because it could get stolen. Sigh.
I am such a moron.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
My relationship with a machine
For the past few years I have tried to talk my son into wanting a Wii. Every Christmas and Birthday I would ask him and he just never was that interested in it. Which really sucked because I wanted a Wii, dammit.
Actually, what I wanted was the Wii Fit. At the time it came out I had a gym membership that I was paying for monthly and just never seemed to have the time to go. Ok, it probably didn't help that it was only open in the mornings until 1 and then from 4-7 in the evenings and half day on Saturday. It seemed that every single time I had time to go, it was closed. Or getting ready to close. Or something.
Last year for Christmas, Chad's parents got our family a Wii....SCORE!! Now, the only problem that I had was the Wii Fit was $100 and I am just way toocheap frugal to actually run out and purchase one of these for myself.
A few months later my family started asking me what I wanted for my birthday. Well. How very fortunate that I had already given this alot of thought and came up with something that I wanted.
A couple of weeks ago I turned 39 and received my Wii Fit. And promptly hooked it up and started using it. We argued, my Wii Fit and I, at first. She seemed to think I weighed slightly more than I believed I weighed. But she is a force to be reckoned with and would not budge on her initial analysis of my weight so I gave in and went with it. Of course, I then promptly password protected it just to be sure that nobody else would be able to see what she was "claiming" that I weigh.
I have learned quite a few things since I began using my Wii Fit. First, I have NO BALANCE whatsoever. All of those stupid training exercises that involve balancing on the board for something, they are just not working for me. I cannot for the life of me balance on a ball and juggle. Since I am not intending on applying for a job as a clown anytime soon, I do not really have a problem with this.
Second, the voice this game uses is annoying. She is also rude. I find it rude to get on to the board for my test daily and watch her blow my Mii up and tell me that I am overweight. I also find it rude for her to tell me to turn the board on and to get on and then she says "OOOOH." Like I am too heavy for standing on it. I no longer feel that I want to cry when she says it, but sometimes I wouldn't mind so much if it were a real person standing there so I could smack her one.
Third, I really enjoy having something in my house that I can use whenever I have the time. Driving to the gym and working out was too much of a hassle, but I can do this. I just scoot the board under the tv and it stays out of the way. It's already hooked up so there is nothing I really have to do to prepare it. I like this, alot.
I have lost 3 pounds since starting this. I have also recently lost the ability to walk like a normal human being. My calves are killing me and wearing heels is so not happening right now. But I trudge on, my Wii Fit and I, because one day I will be able to hop onto the board and she will no longer feel the need to insult me. I hope.
Actually, what I wanted was the Wii Fit. At the time it came out I had a gym membership that I was paying for monthly and just never seemed to have the time to go. Ok, it probably didn't help that it was only open in the mornings until 1 and then from 4-7 in the evenings and half day on Saturday. It seemed that every single time I had time to go, it was closed. Or getting ready to close. Or something.
Last year for Christmas, Chad's parents got our family a Wii....SCORE!! Now, the only problem that I had was the Wii Fit was $100 and I am just way too
A few months later my family started asking me what I wanted for my birthday. Well. How very fortunate that I had already given this alot of thought and came up with something that I wanted.
A couple of weeks ago I turned 39 and received my Wii Fit. And promptly hooked it up and started using it. We argued, my Wii Fit and I, at first. She seemed to think I weighed slightly more than I believed I weighed. But she is a force to be reckoned with and would not budge on her initial analysis of my weight so I gave in and went with it. Of course, I then promptly password protected it just to be sure that nobody else would be able to see what she was "claiming" that I weigh.
I have learned quite a few things since I began using my Wii Fit. First, I have NO BALANCE whatsoever. All of those stupid training exercises that involve balancing on the board for something, they are just not working for me. I cannot for the life of me balance on a ball and juggle. Since I am not intending on applying for a job as a clown anytime soon, I do not really have a problem with this.
Second, the voice this game uses is annoying. She is also rude. I find it rude to get on to the board for my test daily and watch her blow my Mii up and tell me that I am overweight. I also find it rude for her to tell me to turn the board on and to get on and then she says "OOOOH." Like I am too heavy for standing on it. I no longer feel that I want to cry when she says it, but sometimes I wouldn't mind so much if it were a real person standing there so I could smack her one.
Third, I really enjoy having something in my house that I can use whenever I have the time. Driving to the gym and working out was too much of a hassle, but I can do this. I just scoot the board under the tv and it stays out of the way. It's already hooked up so there is nothing I really have to do to prepare it. I like this, alot.
I have lost 3 pounds since starting this. I have also recently lost the ability to walk like a normal human being. My calves are killing me and wearing heels is so not happening right now. But I trudge on, my Wii Fit and I, because one day I will be able to hop onto the board and she will no longer feel the need to insult me. I hope.
Friday, May 28, 2010
It takes a village.... or something like that
I have done something that I sincerely regret. It's not anything immoral or unethical. It wasn't against the law or even what I would consider rude, but yet I still regret it.
In order to understand better I have to preface this by saying that I absolutely detest my neighbors. They moved in next door to me about a year ago and to this day I can not tell you who actually lives there. A couple months ago there was a big blow out(at 3 am of course) and one of the guys that lives there moved out. It seems though that he was replaced by about 4 others.
My neighbors have parties, all the time. They also have a lot of friends, most of whom I can only assume are vampires because they only visit when it is dark outside, preferably after midnight. Alot of these visitors are also very adverse to actually getting out of their car and going into the house. They would much rather pull up in front of MY house and honk their horn until someone comes out which thrills my dog to death and causes hyper barking at all hours of the night. Fabulous.
They also have a dog. This dog (whom I have named Wiggles because I have no idea what her name really is and have not actually spoken to my neighbors since the fateful night a few months ago when I walked into my backyard at 2am and basically told them to SHUT THE HELL UP) is absolutely adorable. She is part pit bull and has recently been forced into outside dog status, just in time for the hottest part of the year with no shade whatsoever, might I add.
Wiggles favorite spot in the entire yard is right next to the fence separating our yards and as there is no privacy fence on that side we get to see her mournfully stare at us through the chain link and when we look in that direction, she goes wild. First, her ears perk up. Then the thought bubble appears over her head.
"OMG....THEY'RE LOOKING AT ME, THEY'RE LOOKING AT ME, THEY'RE LOOKING AT ME!!!!!"
Her entire body then starts to shake. Not out of fear, no. She is just so darn excited that just wagging her tail is not nearly enough to convey how happy she is.
Every once in awhile we will walk over to the fence and pet her head and give her a rawhide. She will then spend then next 2-3 hours running through her backyard, throwing it up in the air, pouncing upon it and then doing it all again. Eventually, she will settle down and chew on it, but not until she is absolutely positive that it is good and dead.
Last night I was sleeping. Chad was snoring, the fan was on to drown out any of the possible noises coming from the house next door. At some point I was awoken (awaken?) by a persistent bark that sounded like it was under my bed. It took me a second but I realized it was the dog next door. By this time it had awoken both of my dogs who respond to a dog barking by...well by barking back, except they are much, much louder.
I yelled at my dogs and tried to go back to sleep. I placed the pillow over my head and still could hear the persistent yapping and it really did sound like it was really close.
I got up and went to my window to peer out and see if I could figure out what was making that dog bark. I peeked through the blinds and there was Wiggles, sitting by the fence.
Staring at my window.
She wasn't barking at another dog, she wasn't barking at a bird, or squirrel or anything else. She was barking to let me know that she was out there. I tried several times to lay back down and go to sleep but the barking persisted.
Now, this is when it would be incredibly handy to be Chad. He has a pretty severe hearing loss so the neighbors antics never bother him. The only reason he woke up at all is because my constant muttering under my breath and our dogs barking right next to him seemed to penetrate his eardrums and so he asked me what the problem was.
I told him how the dog had been barking, at this point, pretty consistently for 45 minutes and the neighbors had not even attempted to come outside and figure out what the problem was. I grumped and tossed and turned and complained.
After another 5 minutes of this I couldn't take it anymore and reached for my robe. Chad turned over and asked me where I was going. I didn't say anything, I was on a mission. I wanted quiet.
So I grabbed a rawhide treat and went out into my backyard to bribe Wiggles into being quiet for the rest of the night. And it worked. I didn't hear a peep out of her for the rest of the night.
And then tonight at midnight, when the barking started. I just grabbed the rawhide and met her at the fence.
Apparently, I have created a monster.
In order to understand better I have to preface this by saying that I absolutely detest my neighbors. They moved in next door to me about a year ago and to this day I can not tell you who actually lives there. A couple months ago there was a big blow out(at 3 am of course) and one of the guys that lives there moved out. It seems though that he was replaced by about 4 others.
My neighbors have parties, all the time. They also have a lot of friends, most of whom I can only assume are vampires because they only visit when it is dark outside, preferably after midnight. Alot of these visitors are also very adverse to actually getting out of their car and going into the house. They would much rather pull up in front of MY house and honk their horn until someone comes out which thrills my dog to death and causes hyper barking at all hours of the night. Fabulous.
They also have a dog. This dog (whom I have named Wiggles because I have no idea what her name really is and have not actually spoken to my neighbors since the fateful night a few months ago when I walked into my backyard at 2am and basically told them to SHUT THE HELL UP) is absolutely adorable. She is part pit bull and has recently been forced into outside dog status, just in time for the hottest part of the year with no shade whatsoever, might I add.
Wiggles favorite spot in the entire yard is right next to the fence separating our yards and as there is no privacy fence on that side we get to see her mournfully stare at us through the chain link and when we look in that direction, she goes wild. First, her ears perk up. Then the thought bubble appears over her head.
"OMG....THEY'RE LOOKING AT ME, THEY'RE LOOKING AT ME, THEY'RE LOOKING AT ME!!!!!"
Her entire body then starts to shake. Not out of fear, no. She is just so darn excited that just wagging her tail is not nearly enough to convey how happy she is.
Every once in awhile we will walk over to the fence and pet her head and give her a rawhide. She will then spend then next 2-3 hours running through her backyard, throwing it up in the air, pouncing upon it and then doing it all again. Eventually, she will settle down and chew on it, but not until she is absolutely positive that it is good and dead.
Last night I was sleeping. Chad was snoring, the fan was on to drown out any of the possible noises coming from the house next door. At some point I was awoken (awaken?) by a persistent bark that sounded like it was under my bed. It took me a second but I realized it was the dog next door. By this time it had awoken both of my dogs who respond to a dog barking by...well by barking back, except they are much, much louder.
I yelled at my dogs and tried to go back to sleep. I placed the pillow over my head and still could hear the persistent yapping and it really did sound like it was really close.
I got up and went to my window to peer out and see if I could figure out what was making that dog bark. I peeked through the blinds and there was Wiggles, sitting by the fence.
Staring at my window.
She wasn't barking at another dog, she wasn't barking at a bird, or squirrel or anything else. She was barking to let me know that she was out there. I tried several times to lay back down and go to sleep but the barking persisted.
Now, this is when it would be incredibly handy to be Chad. He has a pretty severe hearing loss so the neighbors antics never bother him. The only reason he woke up at all is because my constant muttering under my breath and our dogs barking right next to him seemed to penetrate his eardrums and so he asked me what the problem was.
I told him how the dog had been barking, at this point, pretty consistently for 45 minutes and the neighbors had not even attempted to come outside and figure out what the problem was. I grumped and tossed and turned and complained.
After another 5 minutes of this I couldn't take it anymore and reached for my robe. Chad turned over and asked me where I was going. I didn't say anything, I was on a mission. I wanted quiet.
So I grabbed a rawhide treat and went out into my backyard to bribe Wiggles into being quiet for the rest of the night. And it worked. I didn't hear a peep out of her for the rest of the night.
And then tonight at midnight, when the barking started. I just grabbed the rawhide and met her at the fence.
Apparently, I have created a monster.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
The Countdown is ON!!!
Has the school year ended yet? No, seriously. Has it? I am tired of chasing my son down to get his work done and actually turned in and am so ready for a break. I am so tired of dealing with the idiocy of this school, which incidentally hasn't been bad throughout much of the school year but has recently turned into a daily headache.
Yesterday's conversation was based on the fact that my son had his binder confiscated from him because it can be classified as a backpack. This binder happens to be one of those big binders that has a strap on it so he can carry it. This binder also happens to be something that he has carried around for most of the school year and has never been a problem before.
I called the school, first to verify that they were really that ignorant, and second to see what I needed to do about getting this back, since this is the last week of school and every single piece of school work that needs to be turned in this week is located in said binder.
First, I spoke with the school secretary. Now, I did not tell any of these people the reason that I was asking. I figured that I would get my answer and then go about getting it back. The school secretary was very nice and polite and claimed that she couldn't see any reason that this would be a problem but wasn't sure so she would transfer me to the counslor's office.
The counselor was very nice and seemed to understand my question but could not seem to give me a straight answer. (She would have made a great politician.) So she transferred me to the AP's office since they are the one's that actually enforce all the codes there.
I spoke with a very nice secretary who could not see why this would be a problem but she would have to check with the AP first before she told me for sure. She then came back and informed me that the AP states (now, this is the AP's take on the rule not how it is actually worded in the eleventy gazillion page handbook that I was reading through before calling the school) that if you can fit a book into the binder then it becomes a backpack.
HUH??????????
She repeated what the AP said and then told me that it was for my child's safety.
Now, every single solitary time I have been told by the school that something was for my child's safety, it has been about something that has absolutely no bearing on the conversation. I told her that I wasn't trying to make trouble, I would just come pick up the offending object and be done with it but please do not try to tell me that it is for my child's safety because that is crap. Had the AP stated that he could not carry anything that could possibly hold a gun or a knife, then they could use that excuse. (Ya know, cause the baggy ass pants that these kids wear cannot possibly hold guns or knives. I'm just saying.)
But no, I was told that he could not carry anything that could possibly hold a book. Now, nobody can tell me how come he was able to walk throughout that entire school every single day for the last 7 months with this offending object. There was even the time he was sent to the AP's office and his cell phone was confiscated for texting in class. He sat right there in the AP's office with this binder but nobody said anything about it. Guess it wasn't so important then. With a week and a half left of school, schedules to get ready, tests to study for and grades to get inputted....now is the time to worry about it.
Cause that makes alot of sense.
Yesterday's conversation was based on the fact that my son had his binder confiscated from him because it can be classified as a backpack. This binder happens to be one of those big binders that has a strap on it so he can carry it. This binder also happens to be something that he has carried around for most of the school year and has never been a problem before.
I called the school, first to verify that they were really that ignorant, and second to see what I needed to do about getting this back, since this is the last week of school and every single piece of school work that needs to be turned in this week is located in said binder.
First, I spoke with the school secretary. Now, I did not tell any of these people the reason that I was asking. I figured that I would get my answer and then go about getting it back. The school secretary was very nice and polite and claimed that she couldn't see any reason that this would be a problem but wasn't sure so she would transfer me to the counslor's office.
The counselor was very nice and seemed to understand my question but could not seem to give me a straight answer. (She would have made a great politician.) So she transferred me to the AP's office since they are the one's that actually enforce all the codes there.
I spoke with a very nice secretary who could not see why this would be a problem but she would have to check with the AP first before she told me for sure. She then came back and informed me that the AP states (now, this is the AP's take on the rule not how it is actually worded in the eleventy gazillion page handbook that I was reading through before calling the school) that if you can fit a book into the binder then it becomes a backpack.
HUH??????????
She repeated what the AP said and then told me that it was for my child's safety.
Now, every single solitary time I have been told by the school that something was for my child's safety, it has been about something that has absolutely no bearing on the conversation. I told her that I wasn't trying to make trouble, I would just come pick up the offending object and be done with it but please do not try to tell me that it is for my child's safety because that is crap. Had the AP stated that he could not carry anything that could possibly hold a gun or a knife, then they could use that excuse. (Ya know, cause the baggy ass pants that these kids wear cannot possibly hold guns or knives. I'm just saying.)
But no, I was told that he could not carry anything that could possibly hold a book. Now, nobody can tell me how come he was able to walk throughout that entire school every single day for the last 7 months with this offending object. There was even the time he was sent to the AP's office and his cell phone was confiscated for texting in class. He sat right there in the AP's office with this binder but nobody said anything about it. Guess it wasn't so important then. With a week and a half left of school, schedules to get ready, tests to study for and grades to get inputted....now is the time to worry about it.
Cause that makes alot of sense.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Things annoying me right now
Every now and again I get to the point where the stupid has gotten to be too much and I just need a break from it.
*School lunch ladies who not only credit checks to the wrong account (mistakes happen, I understand this) but when pointed out by my son, ignore the problem for several days until I have to call to get it fixed. And then proceed to act totally ignorant of the entire situation until I threaten to have the school board brought in since apparently a cancelled check showing that it was cashed TUESDAY is not proof enough for you.
*Friendly neighborhood banks that decide to go all high tech and fancy and then promptly lose your cash deposit.
*Well meaning people who are honestly trying to be helpful and kind but in doing so then turn around and insult you without even trying.
*My son and his new propensity to unplug the modem with his big feet,necessitating in my having to spend 15 minutes nightly trying to coax my incredibly old router to understand that it was just a mistake.
*Mystery random pains that come out of nowhere and are excruciating until they just go away with no rhyme or reason. This weeks malady...my right ankle. Weird.
*A friend who needs some help with something so I decided to give him a hand with it and he then promptly added a crap load of other stuff to it. I should have known better than to help out Mr. Give and Inch and He'll Take a Mile.
*Grocery shopping....enough said.
*Rude drivers who cannot seem to fathom that cutting me off and racing to the stop light only gets you there 2 seconds quicker than me and guess what? YOU ARE STILL STUCK WAITING!!! Dumbass.
*Houses that won't spring clean themselves before the beginning of next month, when we are having a bunch of people here for a baby shower for Cara.
Edited to add * Teachers that are much more concerned with possible rule violations than using thier heads. Case in point....Cody has a binder that ALL of his work is in. One of his teachers decided on Friday that after he has carried it around for the last 7 months, since it has a strap on it in which to carry it, this means it is a backpack. So she confiscated it. So the entire weekend was spent trying to recreate bits and pieces of information that he is supposed to turn in on Monday to another class.
Here's hoping to a much more pleasant week......
*School lunch ladies who not only credit checks to the wrong account (mistakes happen, I understand this) but when pointed out by my son, ignore the problem for several days until I have to call to get it fixed. And then proceed to act totally ignorant of the entire situation until I threaten to have the school board brought in since apparently a cancelled check showing that it was cashed TUESDAY is not proof enough for you.
*Friendly neighborhood banks that decide to go all high tech and fancy and then promptly lose your cash deposit.
*Well meaning people who are honestly trying to be helpful and kind but in doing so then turn around and insult you without even trying.
*My son and his new propensity to unplug the modem with his big feet,necessitating in my having to spend 15 minutes nightly trying to coax my incredibly old router to understand that it was just a mistake.
*Mystery random pains that come out of nowhere and are excruciating until they just go away with no rhyme or reason. This weeks malady...my right ankle. Weird.
*A friend who needs some help with something so I decided to give him a hand with it and he then promptly added a crap load of other stuff to it. I should have known better than to help out Mr. Give and Inch and He'll Take a Mile.
*Grocery shopping....enough said.
*Rude drivers who cannot seem to fathom that cutting me off and racing to the stop light only gets you there 2 seconds quicker than me and guess what? YOU ARE STILL STUCK WAITING!!! Dumbass.
*Houses that won't spring clean themselves before the beginning of next month, when we are having a bunch of people here for a baby shower for Cara.
Edited to add * Teachers that are much more concerned with possible rule violations than using thier heads. Case in point....Cody has a binder that ALL of his work is in. One of his teachers decided on Friday that after he has carried it around for the last 7 months, since it has a strap on it in which to carry it, this means it is a backpack. So she confiscated it. So the entire weekend was spent trying to recreate bits and pieces of information that he is supposed to turn in on Monday to another class.
Here's hoping to a much more pleasant week......
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Mother of the Year
For the last week or so I have noticed that my spoons are missing. Now, this isn't the first time this has ever happened. When my kids were younger they had this compulsion to use my spoons to dig to China. I would often find them in the back yard or neighbors yard and more often than not, never find them at all. Apparently spoons, when left to their own device, will get up and wander off never to be seen again.
Anyway, I no longer have small children at home so I was really stumped about the spoon debacle. Cody will only be outside if it is on the way to somewhere else so I really couldn't see him actually trying to play in the dirt with them.
Actually, I did have a theory. This theory was based on the fact that his room is a code orange away from a Haz Mat crew being called in. I really figured that Cody had something to do with it. I mean come on, he's the only child that I have left at home. I know I didn't do it and I was fairly certain that Chad had better things to do with his day then to hide spoons from me.
So I did what any mother of a teenage boy does. I yelled, alot. I accused him of hiding them in his bed, under his bed, in his closet, in his dresser drawers, anywhere in his room where they weren't supposed to be. He claimed his innocence loudly and repeatedly and I did not believe him. We went round and round about it and finally, I gave up. I just couldn't do it anymore. I was done. I could buy new spoons. Big spoons. Spoons that gave you an electric shock that would zap you if you walked out of the kitchen with it. (Do they make those cause if not then I am a friggin GENIUS!!!!)
Later that evening I went into my office and sat at my desk and realized that I had a pile of stuff in my in box that needed to be filed and mailed. I also noticed there was a light sheen of dust on my desk and it had been awhile since I dusted in there. So I started cleaning off my desk and lifted the printer tray to run a dust cloth under it.
And found 6 spoons.
You see, every morning I get up and go into my office to check my email. Before I go into my office I pass by the kitchen where I grab a cup of yogurt and a spoon. When I am done with the yogurt cup I throw it in the trashcan in the office and apparently believe that the spoon will take itself back to the kitchen.
Is it bad that I did not tell Cody this, nor do I have any intention to? Mother of the Year award, coming right up.
Anyway, I no longer have small children at home so I was really stumped about the spoon debacle. Cody will only be outside if it is on the way to somewhere else so I really couldn't see him actually trying to play in the dirt with them.
Actually, I did have a theory. This theory was based on the fact that his room is a code orange away from a Haz Mat crew being called in. I really figured that Cody had something to do with it. I mean come on, he's the only child that I have left at home. I know I didn't do it and I was fairly certain that Chad had better things to do with his day then to hide spoons from me.
So I did what any mother of a teenage boy does. I yelled, alot. I accused him of hiding them in his bed, under his bed, in his closet, in his dresser drawers, anywhere in his room where they weren't supposed to be. He claimed his innocence loudly and repeatedly and I did not believe him. We went round and round about it and finally, I gave up. I just couldn't do it anymore. I was done. I could buy new spoons. Big spoons. Spoons that gave you an electric shock that would zap you if you walked out of the kitchen with it. (Do they make those cause if not then I am a friggin GENIUS!!!!)
Later that evening I went into my office and sat at my desk and realized that I had a pile of stuff in my in box that needed to be filed and mailed. I also noticed there was a light sheen of dust on my desk and it had been awhile since I dusted in there. So I started cleaning off my desk and lifted the printer tray to run a dust cloth under it.
And found 6 spoons.
You see, every morning I get up and go into my office to check my email. Before I go into my office I pass by the kitchen where I grab a cup of yogurt and a spoon. When I am done with the yogurt cup I throw it in the trashcan in the office and apparently believe that the spoon will take itself back to the kitchen.
Is it bad that I did not tell Cody this, nor do I have any intention to? Mother of the Year award, coming right up.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Why?
When my kids were little they would do anything to stay out of trouble. Now, by anything I do not mean that they would listen to me, do what they were supposed to do, and always be polite. No, that would have been too easy. Instead, they would do their level best to hide everything they did that was wrong because if I didn't see it, then it didn't happen. Right?
My oldest two have since grown up and moved out and I have had a grand old time lately listening to the various things my oldest daughter has had to deal with in having a 5 year old stepson. It's like Karma!
I have had one child left living at home for the past year and so pretty much everything is focused on him and only him. Occasionally the state of his room gets on my nerves but for the most part the thing that gets him into trouble is not doing or even worse, doing and not turning in his school work. Everything I have yelled at him about in the past 6 months has had something to do with school.
Flash forward to yesterday. I am slaving over the laundry and wonderful mother that I am, walk into his room to hang up some of his shirts I had just finished. He is sitting in his gaming chair and playing a game, talking to someone on the phone and generally just being a slug for the day. I open his closet and my head exploded.
The boy is quick, I gotta give him that. He immediately got off the phone and threw down his controller and was up a whole lot quicker than I would have ever given him credit for being able to move.
"I got it!" he said, a little panicked.
For almost a week now I have asked him to clean up his closet so at this point I call him a liar and tell him that no, I dont believe him and proceed to start throwing stuff around in his closet.
For the most part he has eleventy gazillion blankets, comforters, and sheets in his closet on the top shelf. Well, they are supposed to be on his top shelf, folded neatly, but no...they were flung all over the place like the blanket monster had just thrown up. In between the blankets and such are various other things and clothes, clean clothes, dirty clothes, everything...ALL ON THE FLOOR OF THE CLOSET.
I decided to just get rid of most of the blankets. No point in them being there and its not like we really needed them all. There was one comforter sitting on the shelf wadded up. All the rest of them were on the floor. "Why is it," I screamed, "that you can have only one of them land up on the shelf and it can't even be folded correctly???"
At this point his face contorts to something I can identify as downright panic. I go to grab it off the shelf and he tries pushing it back on the shelf. "NO, I WILL GET IT....PLEASE JUST LET ME GET IT" he fairly screeched.
Well, I figure that he had his chance and I am ticked now so I grab it again and go to pull it down. And underneath this comforter find a pair of shoes...caked with mud.
"Why do you have a pair of your shoes up here?" I ask.
By this point the boy's face is almost white. I fear he is going to pass out on me and cannot figure out why. I mean, yeah I am mad and all but it's not like he hasn't seen me mad before. Maybe he was thinking that since we were in a closet with hangers that I was going to go Mommie Dearest on him. But, I don't have any wire hangers and plastic just isn't the same. I am flummoxed.
"I uh,um, I'm gonna go clean them now" he muttered.
So I look closer and realize those aren't just any shoes. Nope, those are Chad's dress shoes that he borrowed a few months ago and then apparently decided to go mudding in while wearing.
Why couldn't he just clean them when he got them muddy in the first place? Why couldn't he have stayed out of the mud for the twenty minutes that he was wearing the damn shoes? Why did he hide the shoes in his closet? Why, if he is going to be sneaky couldn't he have just cleaned his damn closet the first hundred and sixty seven times I asked him?
Why do I even bother to ask?
My oldest two have since grown up and moved out and I have had a grand old time lately listening to the various things my oldest daughter has had to deal with in having a 5 year old stepson. It's like Karma!
I have had one child left living at home for the past year and so pretty much everything is focused on him and only him. Occasionally the state of his room gets on my nerves but for the most part the thing that gets him into trouble is not doing or even worse, doing and not turning in his school work. Everything I have yelled at him about in the past 6 months has had something to do with school.
Flash forward to yesterday. I am slaving over the laundry and wonderful mother that I am, walk into his room to hang up some of his shirts I had just finished. He is sitting in his gaming chair and playing a game, talking to someone on the phone and generally just being a slug for the day. I open his closet and my head exploded.
The boy is quick, I gotta give him that. He immediately got off the phone and threw down his controller and was up a whole lot quicker than I would have ever given him credit for being able to move.
"I got it!" he said, a little panicked.
For almost a week now I have asked him to clean up his closet so at this point I call him a liar and tell him that no, I dont believe him and proceed to start throwing stuff around in his closet.
For the most part he has eleventy gazillion blankets, comforters, and sheets in his closet on the top shelf. Well, they are supposed to be on his top shelf, folded neatly, but no...they were flung all over the place like the blanket monster had just thrown up. In between the blankets and such are various other things and clothes, clean clothes, dirty clothes, everything...ALL ON THE FLOOR OF THE CLOSET.
I decided to just get rid of most of the blankets. No point in them being there and its not like we really needed them all. There was one comforter sitting on the shelf wadded up. All the rest of them were on the floor. "Why is it," I screamed, "that you can have only one of them land up on the shelf and it can't even be folded correctly???"
At this point his face contorts to something I can identify as downright panic. I go to grab it off the shelf and he tries pushing it back on the shelf. "NO, I WILL GET IT....PLEASE JUST LET ME GET IT" he fairly screeched.
Well, I figure that he had his chance and I am ticked now so I grab it again and go to pull it down. And underneath this comforter find a pair of shoes...caked with mud.
"Why do you have a pair of your shoes up here?" I ask.
By this point the boy's face is almost white. I fear he is going to pass out on me and cannot figure out why. I mean, yeah I am mad and all but it's not like he hasn't seen me mad before. Maybe he was thinking that since we were in a closet with hangers that I was going to go Mommie Dearest on him. But, I don't have any wire hangers and plastic just isn't the same. I am flummoxed.
"I uh,um, I'm gonna go clean them now" he muttered.
So I look closer and realize those aren't just any shoes. Nope, those are Chad's dress shoes that he borrowed a few months ago and then apparently decided to go mudding in while wearing.
Why couldn't he just clean them when he got them muddy in the first place? Why couldn't he have stayed out of the mud for the twenty minutes that he was wearing the damn shoes? Why did he hide the shoes in his closet? Why, if he is going to be sneaky couldn't he have just cleaned his damn closet the first hundred and sixty seven times I asked him?
Why do I even bother to ask?
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Sometimes it doesn't pay to answer the phone
I was in the bathroom washing the car mats from my car in the bathtub since an extra large Cherry Limeade is really sticky when spilled in the car, when the phone rang. I glanced at the number and did not recognize it but it had an Austin prefix so I figured what the hell, and answered it anyway.
Mistake #1
A very chirpy voice greets me by asking for me. "Yes", I reply, "this is she."
Chirpy Voice: "Ma'am, this is Bridget, from the Texas Port Authority. I have been authorized to contact you concerning an overdue toll that was not paid. I need to verify your car before we can go any further."
Me: "Okay, how much is this toll?"
Bridget: "I will get to that in just a moment ma'am. First, do you own a 02 White Ford Focus with plate number blah blah blah blah blah blah?" (Honestly, this is what I heard because I was no longer really listening to her.)
Mistake #2
Me: "I used to own this car, however, I no longer do and have not owned it since October of 09."
Bridget: "Well ma'am, this overdue toll is from August of "09"
Me:"Okay, fine, how much is it?"
Bridget: "Just a moment ma'am, do you have a pen and paper to write down the information that I am about to give you?"
Me:"Jesus, How much is the fine that I need a piece of paper to write down the damn number????"
Bridget:"Ma'am, I have more information for you, please get the pen and paper so I can give it to you.'
SIGH
Me:"Okay, fine...I have a pen and paper."
She then proceeds to give me all of the relevant information for this fine, case number, amount ($42.80!!!) how I can pay it, ect.
Now it should be noted, the stupid toll system here is completely whacked. There are certain areas that you cannot pay for your toll at the time. You can purchase a TxToll Tag and then it will be taken care of but you cannot pay as you go. They will send you a bill monthly and you take care of it as the bill comes in...of course for this lovely practice you are charged extra since they had to bill you. The amount above is from going through a toll twice in one day and then the extra charges that are applied if it is not paid. Why did I not pay it? Honestly, I don't remember getting the stupid bill, but it's not like you can fight that...sigh.
Me:"Well, I am running really low on checks and I am not paying you over the phone so I will go ahead and pay it online."
Bridget:"Okay ma'am, that is fine. You will need your case number and the tag number of the car in order to pay it online."
Me:"Oh, I don't remember the tag number of that car, could you give it to me again, please?"
Bridget: "Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, but because of the Fair Information Act of blah blah blah, I am unable to give you this information. Do you have the bill we sent you with that information on it that you can use?"
Me:"Um, if I had that bill with that information on it then we probably would not be speaking right now, because I would have paid it already. And seriously, you cannot give me this information even though YOU JUST GAVE IT TO ME EARLIER WHEN YOU WERE VERIFYING THE CAR WAS MINE????"
Dammit, she gave me the information before she made me get a pen and paper so I didn't know that it was gonna be relevant and that I would need to know this information later!
Bridget:"I'm sorry ma'am, I really can't give you this information. Don't you know the cars plate number or isn't it on the title of the car?"
Me:(getting seriously annoyed now)"No,Bridget, I do not know this cars plate number seeing as I no longer have this car and have not had it for over six months now. I have other things clogging up my brain cells and do not have the extra room for this information. Also, yes it would be listed on the title of the car, however as I told you earlier I NO LONGER OWN THE CAR. So, I will tell you what. I am not paying this over the phone to you. I am not mailing a check to you. I will pay this online when I am supplied the information that I need to do so. You can go ahead and take me to court and then I can supply them with all the OTHER information that you so kindly provided me with. And please please please tell me that this call is being recorded so that I can prove the idiocy of you having already mentioned the stupid plate number while you were verifying the car but refusing to give it to me to pay the fine."
Bridget:(incredibly flustered at this point) "Ma'am, could you please hold while I speak with my supervisor?"
She gave me the plate number.
Bureaucracy at it's best.
Mistake #1
A very chirpy voice greets me by asking for me. "Yes", I reply, "this is she."
Chirpy Voice: "Ma'am, this is Bridget, from the Texas Port Authority. I have been authorized to contact you concerning an overdue toll that was not paid. I need to verify your car before we can go any further."
Me: "Okay, how much is this toll?"
Bridget: "I will get to that in just a moment ma'am. First, do you own a 02 White Ford Focus with plate number blah blah blah blah blah blah?" (Honestly, this is what I heard because I was no longer really listening to her.)
Mistake #2
Me: "I used to own this car, however, I no longer do and have not owned it since October of 09."
Bridget: "Well ma'am, this overdue toll is from August of "09"
Me:"Okay, fine, how much is it?"
Bridget: "Just a moment ma'am, do you have a pen and paper to write down the information that I am about to give you?"
Me:"Jesus, How much is the fine that I need a piece of paper to write down the damn number????"
Bridget:"Ma'am, I have more information for you, please get the pen and paper so I can give it to you.'
SIGH
Me:"Okay, fine...I have a pen and paper."
She then proceeds to give me all of the relevant information for this fine, case number, amount ($42.80!!!) how I can pay it, ect.
Now it should be noted, the stupid toll system here is completely whacked. There are certain areas that you cannot pay for your toll at the time. You can purchase a TxToll Tag and then it will be taken care of but you cannot pay as you go. They will send you a bill monthly and you take care of it as the bill comes in...of course for this lovely practice you are charged extra since they had to bill you. The amount above is from going through a toll twice in one day and then the extra charges that are applied if it is not paid. Why did I not pay it? Honestly, I don't remember getting the stupid bill, but it's not like you can fight that...sigh.
Me:"Well, I am running really low on checks and I am not paying you over the phone so I will go ahead and pay it online."
Bridget:"Okay ma'am, that is fine. You will need your case number and the tag number of the car in order to pay it online."
Me:"Oh, I don't remember the tag number of that car, could you give it to me again, please?"
Bridget: "Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, but because of the Fair Information Act of blah blah blah, I am unable to give you this information. Do you have the bill we sent you with that information on it that you can use?"
Me:"Um, if I had that bill with that information on it then we probably would not be speaking right now, because I would have paid it already. And seriously, you cannot give me this information even though YOU JUST GAVE IT TO ME EARLIER WHEN YOU WERE VERIFYING THE CAR WAS MINE????"
Dammit, she gave me the information before she made me get a pen and paper so I didn't know that it was gonna be relevant and that I would need to know this information later!
Bridget:"I'm sorry ma'am, I really can't give you this information. Don't you know the cars plate number or isn't it on the title of the car?"
Me:(getting seriously annoyed now)"No,Bridget, I do not know this cars plate number seeing as I no longer have this car and have not had it for over six months now. I have other things clogging up my brain cells and do not have the extra room for this information. Also, yes it would be listed on the title of the car, however as I told you earlier I NO LONGER OWN THE CAR. So, I will tell you what. I am not paying this over the phone to you. I am not mailing a check to you. I will pay this online when I am supplied the information that I need to do so. You can go ahead and take me to court and then I can supply them with all the OTHER information that you so kindly provided me with. And please please please tell me that this call is being recorded so that I can prove the idiocy of you having already mentioned the stupid plate number while you were verifying the car but refusing to give it to me to pay the fine."
Bridget:(incredibly flustered at this point) "Ma'am, could you please hold while I speak with my supervisor?"
She gave me the plate number.
Bureaucracy at it's best.
Monday, May 3, 2010
MAY!?
This year has flown by leaps and bounds. I don't have a clue where most of it has gone but it's inching closer and closer to summer.
May has always been a pretty busy month for our family. Between the normal stuff, the birthday (4 of them this month!) mothers day and everything else we have something planned for pretty much every week of the entire month.
I have been doing really well this year keeping organized with my receipts however, I really fell off budget last month. Too many lattes, too many lunches with friends that it was my turn to pick up, and too many trips to pick up one more thing at the store had me going over on things. I didn't actually get behind on anything and didn't put anything on my credit cards so that is always a big plus but there are a few things that I could have paid down a bit more, had I been paying more attention. Oh well, spilt milk.
Found out today that Cara's blood type is 0+. How weird. I just assumed that it was either A+ or A- since those are mine and her dad's blood type.
Christin came by today to inform me that they would all be coming over on Friday to give me my Mother's Day gift. I was a little miffed at first, thinking this meant that I wouldn't see anyone on Sunday but apparently they have other plans for Sunday.
Chad hasn't been working for himself quite as much as we would have liked. Luckily, he has a fall back plan when he doesn't have any work. It is quite frustrating how often people will want something for free. He needs to get out of the circle of customers that he is in now to expand the way that he wants. I'm not that worried, though it is very annoying that these are also people that work for themselves and should understand the overhead involved in paying their own taxes. He has gotten to the point where he will not go down on his prices and honestly, I can't really blame him. Oh well, it's the nature of the business.
Only a four or so weeks of school left, thank God. I am seriously ready for a break. Staying on top of Cody's grades is absolutely exhausting. I think about strangling him daily but thus far have managed to restrain myself.
Finally got the baby shower date worked out and was smart enough to go ahead and plan it in June. At first we were thinking about trying to do it in another venue, renting someplace for a couple hours, but we have decided to just go ahead and have it here. Makes it easier and a bit cheaper. I would much rather spend money on baby stuff then to spend it on the shower.
Speaking of babies, it's entirely possible that they have actually picked out a name. Not my favorite name but I have heard much, much worse. The name they have so far is Liam. Still totally undecided on the middle name though.
Lots to do this week, out of town guests at the end of the month so getting started with a bit of spring cleaning (I'm always running a bit late with that!) A few decent resets here and there for one of the companies that I work for. A little of this and a little of that for another. Should be an interesting month.
May has always been a pretty busy month for our family. Between the normal stuff, the birthday (4 of them this month!) mothers day and everything else we have something planned for pretty much every week of the entire month.
I have been doing really well this year keeping organized with my receipts however, I really fell off budget last month. Too many lattes, too many lunches with friends that it was my turn to pick up, and too many trips to pick up one more thing at the store had me going over on things. I didn't actually get behind on anything and didn't put anything on my credit cards so that is always a big plus but there are a few things that I could have paid down a bit more, had I been paying more attention. Oh well, spilt milk.
Found out today that Cara's blood type is 0+. How weird. I just assumed that it was either A+ or A- since those are mine and her dad's blood type.
Christin came by today to inform me that they would all be coming over on Friday to give me my Mother's Day gift. I was a little miffed at first, thinking this meant that I wouldn't see anyone on Sunday but apparently they have other plans for Sunday.
Chad hasn't been working for himself quite as much as we would have liked. Luckily, he has a fall back plan when he doesn't have any work. It is quite frustrating how often people will want something for free. He needs to get out of the circle of customers that he is in now to expand the way that he wants. I'm not that worried, though it is very annoying that these are also people that work for themselves and should understand the overhead involved in paying their own taxes. He has gotten to the point where he will not go down on his prices and honestly, I can't really blame him. Oh well, it's the nature of the business.
Only a four or so weeks of school left, thank God. I am seriously ready for a break. Staying on top of Cody's grades is absolutely exhausting. I think about strangling him daily but thus far have managed to restrain myself.
Finally got the baby shower date worked out and was smart enough to go ahead and plan it in June. At first we were thinking about trying to do it in another venue, renting someplace for a couple hours, but we have decided to just go ahead and have it here. Makes it easier and a bit cheaper. I would much rather spend money on baby stuff then to spend it on the shower.
Speaking of babies, it's entirely possible that they have actually picked out a name. Not my favorite name but I have heard much, much worse. The name they have so far is Liam. Still totally undecided on the middle name though.
Lots to do this week, out of town guests at the end of the month so getting started with a bit of spring cleaning (I'm always running a bit late with that!) A few decent resets here and there for one of the companies that I work for. A little of this and a little of that for another. Should be an interesting month.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Overwhelmed
I have an inbox full of paperwork to catch up on, a dozen phone calls to return, several emails to respond to, a stack of bills to pay, a virtual mountain of laundry to catch up on, a baby shower to finish planning, several projects still left to complete before tomorrow, receipts to file, coupons to organize, a grocery list to complete, a few estimates to type up for Chad, a plethora of boxes that I have received in the last week that are stacked so high in the closet in my office that they are starting to fall into my office, to go through, a car that needs to be taken in for an oil change, washed and vacuumed, and more than just basic cleaning to do in my house.
And what am I doing?
I am overwhelmed. It's not any ones fault that I am feeling this way. It's not Chad, the kids, or anyone else that is doing any of this. It just is.
Chad is working harder than I have any right to expect. He has been working 12 hours days for the past two weeks and it is starting to wear on him. I have been helping out when I can, unfortunately that is causing a backlog of all the above things to come crashing down.
But we have a plan. And we are committed to this plan. And it will work. So, I will whittle through my list of to do things and make my new lists and things will get back on track.
Or my head will explode.
And what am I doing?
I am overwhelmed. It's not any ones fault that I am feeling this way. It's not Chad, the kids, or anyone else that is doing any of this. It just is.
Chad is working harder than I have any right to expect. He has been working 12 hours days for the past two weeks and it is starting to wear on him. I have been helping out when I can, unfortunately that is causing a backlog of all the above things to come crashing down.
But we have a plan. And we are committed to this plan. And it will work. So, I will whittle through my list of to do things and make my new lists and things will get back on track.
Or my head will explode.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
MInd Control
I am over thinking this a bit a think. I have thought of tons of things to write about in the past couple days but when I finally find the time to sit down and actually do it, I lose it all.
I wanted somewhere new to write. My old blog was just not working for me anymore and honestly I was a bit bored with it. I figured something new was in order and if I think about it, I will go back and delete it at some point....you know, in my free time.
There has been so much craziness going on everywhere in my life that my poor head feels like it is about to explode. Everything is changing and I don't deal well with change.
A lot of the things coming up are good things, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much terribly. In fact, nothing that is changing is actually changing for the worse. And for this, I am thankful. But still, it is change, which really clogs up my thinking process with my incessant over analyzing of everything. Sometimes it really sucks to be in my head.
I have often wondered about the whole meditation thing. Does it really work? I have known people who swear by it and claim that it helps to center them by taking a few minutes and clearing their mind. Just concentrate on their breathing.
How the hell do you clear your mind???? Seriously. I have tried. And by tried, I really mean that I have tried. I sit down in a quiet spot. Make sure nobody is around that might actually try to talk to me or anything. I then set about trying to clear my mind of all the things running around in it...
"Did I remember to write down on the grocery list that we need creamer?"
"I need to remember to pick up Cody a couple new pairs of jeans"
"Do we need dog food?"
"Crap, I really need to get my oil changed!"
"I need to email someone to get some clarification on the project that is supposed to start next week, now who is going to actually be able to answer my questions?"
So I try, work all of those thoughts out of my head and then promptly notice that the carpet needs to be vacuumed...
Okay, close my eyes so I am not seeing anything. Trying the deep breathing.
In...out. Very peaceful. Trying to have no thoughts flowing actively through my mind.
And then....
"Helen Hunt"
I am so startled by the fact that this totally random, and not even very good, actress popped into my mind that I have lost my quiet moment and all the other thoughts that I worked so hard to get rid of flood in.
This can't possibly be healthy.
I wanted somewhere new to write. My old blog was just not working for me anymore and honestly I was a bit bored with it. I figured something new was in order and if I think about it, I will go back and delete it at some point....you know, in my free time.
There has been so much craziness going on everywhere in my life that my poor head feels like it is about to explode. Everything is changing and I don't deal well with change.
A lot of the things coming up are good things, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much terribly. In fact, nothing that is changing is actually changing for the worse. And for this, I am thankful. But still, it is change, which really clogs up my thinking process with my incessant over analyzing of everything. Sometimes it really sucks to be in my head.
I have often wondered about the whole meditation thing. Does it really work? I have known people who swear by it and claim that it helps to center them by taking a few minutes and clearing their mind. Just concentrate on their breathing.
How the hell do you clear your mind???? Seriously. I have tried. And by tried, I really mean that I have tried. I sit down in a quiet spot. Make sure nobody is around that might actually try to talk to me or anything. I then set about trying to clear my mind of all the things running around in it...
"Did I remember to write down on the grocery list that we need creamer?"
"I need to remember to pick up Cody a couple new pairs of jeans"
"Do we need dog food?"
"Crap, I really need to get my oil changed!"
"I need to email someone to get some clarification on the project that is supposed to start next week, now who is going to actually be able to answer my questions?"
So I try, work all of those thoughts out of my head and then promptly notice that the carpet needs to be vacuumed...
Okay, close my eyes so I am not seeing anything. Trying the deep breathing.
In...out. Very peaceful. Trying to have no thoughts flowing actively through my mind.
And then....
"Helen Hunt"
I am so startled by the fact that this totally random, and not even very good, actress popped into my mind that I have lost my quiet moment and all the other thoughts that I worked so hard to get rid of flood in.
This can't possibly be healthy.
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