May 10, 2005
Don't mess with the hair Part 2
Now, I have just seen my sweet innocent child turn into The Incredible Hulk, bounding across two seats to attack and my mind is reeling. There are so many different thoughts running through my head and the principal is pointing out to me how her attack was not in defense of herself but she was the aggressor. "He hit her first!" I point out. "Yes but he was walking away, the initial confrontation was over when your child went after him. Which is why they are both being suspended. He hit her and walked away, she chased after him and hit him several times." This man is looking at me as serious as he possibly can and acting as if we are dealing with a juvenile delinquent here. At this point I notice that my daughter is beginning to slump in her chair and put her hand up to cover her face. She has read my reaction and knows what is coming next and wishes to not be seen as she is embarrassed by her mother acting a fool for all to see. "So you mean to tell me that you want my child to sit there everyday and take someone walking by and hitting her on a regular basis? How do you know that the confrontation was over? How do you know that he wasn't walking back to his seat to set his books down so he could come back for a better hit?" I'm on fire, someone hold me back. "I think that's exaggerating a bit, don't you? This boy showed no signs of coming back to her. Those are the rules Mrs. (my name) they are set in place for a reason. We can not and will not condone violence of any kind." Was his reply. Was he nuts? Could he not see the claws growing out of my hands as I sat there in front of him? Could he not see that I was preparing for dinner and he was the appetizer? This man was no match for me! "Oh you condone violence all right. You condone violence against women. We are supposed to be mild meek little creatures for you to stomp to the ground when you get the inkling. You expect my daughter to sit there and take it? Well I got news for you, that's not how I raised her. She tried to get your help, you chose to ignore her. Well now you got me in your face and I promise you wont be ignoring me!" I am now standing leaning over this mans desk, finger in his face and I can hear this voice in my head screaming "Shut Up Ravyn!!". But no, it has begun, there is no shutting up the crazy neurotic mother bear when she escapes from her cage in my head. It doesn't matter if she is right or not, she is out and cares none. "She was taught she better not be caught throwing the first punch or antagonizing it but if someone hits her she damn well better defend herself. Let's face it, the only reason we are here is because she embarrassed one of your little football players who thought he could pick on a girl and never thought he would get his ass beat by one. She knows how to defend herself and she will defend herself everytime someone puts their hands on her and you wont do a damn thing about it. If you would like to take this all the way to the school board then the courts lets do this, you have no idea who your messing with. If you did nothing regarding this boy continuously hitting her you will do nothing about her defending herself." He proceeds to tell me how I have taken this out of context, he is only trying to do his job, he is not an encourager of abusing women. No, there is no reason for this to go that far blah, blah blah. "that's right because by you punishing my child for defending herself and not punishing him all the times he hit her is preferential treatment. I sure would hate to see the school board involved and you possibly loose one of your precious ball players for God knows how long while I drag this out as long as makes me happy." Now looking back on this situation I realize that I probably over reacted, maybe took things a little far but damn it I was mad. I couldn't help it. Needless to say, my daughter was not kicked off of the bus for two weeks. This boy never bothered her again, although, I believe it was probably because of being embarrassed he got his ass kicked by a girl rather than the principal telling him to leave her alone. Oh well, whatever works. The school thought I was a fruitcake, probably still does but we aren't in that area anymore so I wouldn't know. Oh there was talk all over about this crazy woman who jumped across the principals desk and kicked his ass. No, that's not what happened, but somewhere along the gossip line that's what it turned into.
May 07, 2005
Don't mess with the hair Part 1
The phone call came in the morning requesting my presence as soon as possible. I hadn't even showered, the kids had only left for school a short while and I was trying to enjoy coffee and some quiet time. Downing the rest of my coffee and unsure as to whether I was irritated at the loss of my quiet time I headed to the shower. I got dressed and headed to the school wondering why it was I had been summoned to the principals office. I found it very irritating that whenever this happens a part of me drops right back down to 13 years old and filled with dread over being sent to the principal. Upon reaching the school I shake off the dread and remember that he cant call my parents because I am the parent. That feels a little better so lets get this over with. I walk in the office to find my 13 yr old daughter sitting in the chair waiting for me to arrive. "You want to give me a heads up as to what I am about to hear in there?" I ask her.
"You remember that boy on the bus I have told you about? The one who always walks by and hits me on the head?" She says
"Uh-huh"
"Well yesterday my hair was looking really good mom and he came by and I told him not to touch me and he just smacked me in the head again."
"Ok" was all I could say.
"Well I'm tired of it so I got up and hit him back."
"Ok, so why are we here?" I ask
"Because they are kicking me off of the bus because I hit him."
Now I'm thinking no way in hell they are kicking my kid off of the bus because she defended herself. Granted her reasons might have been a little off but the rights activist in me is screaming NO WAY!
We get in the principals office and he proceeds to recount a similar story to hers and says she is being suspended from the bus for 2 weeks. "I don't think so" I say. He looks at me like I am nuts and quickly informs me that I don't have any say in this, its a school matter and they don't encourage fighting. First mistake, don't tell me I don't have any say. I know it isn't mature and I cant help it but I will drop right back down to that rebellious teenager and we're going to fight.
"So you mean to tell me your going to kick my kid off of the bus for defending herself? This boy has consistently walked by and smacked her for weeks, nobody has done shit about it and when she finally takes it upon herself to do the job that you and your staff were obviously incompetent of doing you are going to punish her?!" I'm on a roll here, somebody stop me!
He looks at me as if I have lost my mind and tells me that it didn't happen that way at all. That she shouldn't have handled the situation the way she did. At this point I am demanding to see the tape, I know they have tapes on the school busses now and I want to see it.
After a couple of calls and the bus driver being conveniently close we are able to retrieve it and I'm thinking I want some popcorn cause this is going to be good.
I see the boy walk up to her, she speaks to him and he smiles and smacks her in the head as he is walking past. All of her nicely done hair flies around. You see her sit there for a moment and push the hair out of her face. Then I see this child that I gave birth to, this sweet child, jump up onto the seat and fly across two more seats, tackling this child to the floor of the bus and proceed to knocking the shit out of him. Now I'm torn here, there is a part of me thinking this is not good, and then there is the other part of me screaming "that's my girl!".
"You remember that boy on the bus I have told you about? The one who always walks by and hits me on the head?" She says
"Uh-huh"
"Well yesterday my hair was looking really good mom and he came by and I told him not to touch me and he just smacked me in the head again."
"Ok" was all I could say.
"Well I'm tired of it so I got up and hit him back."
"Ok, so why are we here?" I ask
"Because they are kicking me off of the bus because I hit him."
Now I'm thinking no way in hell they are kicking my kid off of the bus because she defended herself. Granted her reasons might have been a little off but the rights activist in me is screaming NO WAY!
We get in the principals office and he proceeds to recount a similar story to hers and says she is being suspended from the bus for 2 weeks. "I don't think so" I say. He looks at me like I am nuts and quickly informs me that I don't have any say in this, its a school matter and they don't encourage fighting. First mistake, don't tell me I don't have any say. I know it isn't mature and I cant help it but I will drop right back down to that rebellious teenager and we're going to fight.
"So you mean to tell me your going to kick my kid off of the bus for defending herself? This boy has consistently walked by and smacked her for weeks, nobody has done shit about it and when she finally takes it upon herself to do the job that you and your staff were obviously incompetent of doing you are going to punish her?!" I'm on a roll here, somebody stop me!
He looks at me as if I have lost my mind and tells me that it didn't happen that way at all. That she shouldn't have handled the situation the way she did. At this point I am demanding to see the tape, I know they have tapes on the school busses now and I want to see it.
After a couple of calls and the bus driver being conveniently close we are able to retrieve it and I'm thinking I want some popcorn cause this is going to be good.
I see the boy walk up to her, she speaks to him and he smiles and smacks her in the head as he is walking past. All of her nicely done hair flies around. You see her sit there for a moment and push the hair out of her face. Then I see this child that I gave birth to, this sweet child, jump up onto the seat and fly across two more seats, tackling this child to the floor of the bus and proceed to knocking the shit out of him. Now I'm torn here, there is a part of me thinking this is not good, and then there is the other part of me screaming "that's my girl!".
Embarrassed? I dont think so
I am not really sure why a lot of women are embarrassed by it. For me it is something I am proud of, being a stay at home mom. Anyone who has dabbled at the job knows it has absolutely nothing to do with laziness. I remember a conversation with my dad over the Christmas holidays. He was saying that if I had a job we would bring in more money which in turn would allow us to visit more. My husband makes decent money, our bills are paid and there is some left over. Sometimes it is tight but we don't go without. I don't mind working and have for many years but when we got to the point where my income wasn't necessary to run the house we made the joint decision for me to stay home. We wanted one of us with our kids, we didn't have them for someone else to raise. There was even a point in time where I worked and my husband stayed home with them. What sparked this post was this article. There isn't a price you could put on staying at home with your kids. They also forgot the job description of psychologist. Anyone who has a teenager knows that particular job description is a must. I guess my point is how could anyone possibly think that the raising of the next generation, the ones who will eventually care for us, be something to be embarrassed about? What I think is something to be embarrassed about is if you have the opportunity and are staying home with your children and not paying attention to them. That should embarrass you, not raising them.
I like the idea of being paid a ton of money to stay home and raise my kids but to be honest there isn't any amount that would make it worth while. There isn't any dollar amount that you could offer me that would make it rewarding or even desirable. It already is all of those things but because I see it in my children's eyes everyday not because I am being paid. The value of my children's happiness, physical and mental health, their smiles, their trust....I cant put a price on that. Their is nothing wrong with a woman having a career but there is also nothing wrong with the woman's career being her children.
I like the idea of being paid a ton of money to stay home and raise my kids but to be honest there isn't any amount that would make it worth while. There isn't any dollar amount that you could offer me that would make it rewarding or even desirable. It already is all of those things but because I see it in my children's eyes everyday not because I am being paid. The value of my children's happiness, physical and mental health, their smiles, their trust....I cant put a price on that. Their is nothing wrong with a woman having a career but there is also nothing wrong with the woman's career being her children.
May 05, 2005
Unforgivable
I came across this article and I have to tell you, I am pissed off! I cannot believe this is being done. Not only are they taking absolute complete advantage of their authority over these children but they are endangering their lives. At what point did some idiot on capital hill decide it was ok to play lab rat with our nations children?! WTF is wrong with these people??!!! My next question is after deciding that it was ok to play lab rat with our kids why the fuck didn't anyone check up on it?
It was shown that there was a significantly higher death rate among the children who took the higher doses. Now people, we are not talking about testing them to see if a medication works; that would be bad enough. Not only were they testing to see if it would work but they didn't even have a clue as to what the doses should be. They were injecting these CHILDREN with toxins and GUESSING!!!!
I find this interesting : "Some foster children died during studies, but state or city agencies said they could find no records that any deaths were directly caused by experimental treatments." Well now isn't that convenient. Of course you couldn't find any correlation between the deaths and the poisons you were pumping into there little symptoms because that would make you liable!!!
"Wisconsin "has absolutely never allowed, nor would we even consider, any clinical experiments with the children in our foster care system," spokeswoman Stephanie Marquis said." well atleast someone has some sense left.
"A recent Institute of Medicine study concluded those Institutional Review Boards (IRBs) were often overwhelmed, dominated by scientists and not focused enough on patient protections." Did they really think they were concerned about the well being of these children? They were targeting the most innocent in our society and of the most innocent the ones who didn't have anyone there to have a voice for them. How low must you crawl?!
"Many studies that enlisted foster children involved early Phase I and Phase II research — the riskiest" Someone okayed this people!!!
If there is anything that could disturb me more it is that these asswipes actually used the defense that if the children were old enough, between the ages of 5 and 10, they were warned of the possible side effects and asked to consent to the study. WTF??!!! Is a 5 yr old big enough to decide whether he should drink beer? Is a 7yr old big enough to decide that he should carry a gun? NO!!!!! But those are the appropriate ages to decide whether they should risk their lives in some science experiment? I think not!
There is nothing more precious than the life of a child, absolutely nothing. And the simple fact that there are parents out there who don't recognize that is appalling. But that our own government not only doesn't recognize it but is willing to exploit them is unforgivable.
*I apologize for not linking but for some reason I am having serious issues with my linking capablities at the moment. Justice help!*
It was shown that there was a significantly higher death rate among the children who took the higher doses. Now people, we are not talking about testing them to see if a medication works; that would be bad enough. Not only were they testing to see if it would work but they didn't even have a clue as to what the doses should be. They were injecting these CHILDREN with toxins and GUESSING!!!!
I find this interesting : "Some foster children died during studies, but state or city agencies said they could find no records that any deaths were directly caused by experimental treatments." Well now isn't that convenient. Of course you couldn't find any correlation between the deaths and the poisons you were pumping into there little symptoms because that would make you liable!!!
"Wisconsin "has absolutely never allowed, nor would we even consider, any clinical experiments with the children in our foster care system," spokeswoman Stephanie Marquis said." well atleast someone has some sense left.
"A recent Institute of Medicine study concluded those Institutional Review Boards (IRBs) were often overwhelmed, dominated by scientists and not focused enough on patient protections." Did they really think they were concerned about the well being of these children? They were targeting the most innocent in our society and of the most innocent the ones who didn't have anyone there to have a voice for them. How low must you crawl?!
"Many studies that enlisted foster children involved early Phase I and Phase II research — the riskiest" Someone okayed this people!!!
If there is anything that could disturb me more it is that these asswipes actually used the defense that if the children were old enough, between the ages of 5 and 10, they were warned of the possible side effects and asked to consent to the study. WTF??!!! Is a 5 yr old big enough to decide whether he should drink beer? Is a 7yr old big enough to decide that he should carry a gun? NO!!!!! But those are the appropriate ages to decide whether they should risk their lives in some science experiment? I think not!
There is nothing more precious than the life of a child, absolutely nothing. And the simple fact that there are parents out there who don't recognize that is appalling. But that our own government not only doesn't recognize it but is willing to exploit them is unforgivable.
*I apologize for not linking but for some reason I am having serious issues with my linking capablities at the moment. Justice help!*
May 04, 2005
They got a taste
Last night we had another ballgame, they average about 2 per week. This one was different thought.......They won!!!! You should have seen us out there screaming like lunatics. I was so proud of them they did such an awesome job. The other team was the last up to bat and our kids knew they were winning. Once they heard that third out they knew they had won and came running in, jumping, screaming and hugging eachother. I was so happy for them, I have just been wanting them to get that first win in to lift their confidence. This week is going to be a killer, I hope the kids don't get burnt out. Because the last 4 games they were supposed to have were rained out it seems they are making them all up at once. We have practice tonight, then a game Friday night, a double header Saturday, a game Monday night, Tuesday night and we are back where we began. It is going to be a very long week but at least they got a taste of winning, they needed that
May 01, 2005
Times Change
It was 16 years ago. Both of us dating best friends which is how we met. Even with her being able to live the life of a normal teenager and I a new mother, we took to eachother instantly. Back then we thought we knew it all, there wasn't anything you could tell me. We were young, beautiful and dumber than hell. Both of our relationships were horrible and abusive. They didn't start that way, just seemed to progress there at the same time. Our friendship was immediate but the bond we formed grew so strong during that point of our lives. I married the man I was dating, she was smart enough to postpone her wedding day. She was there as my daughter grew, there when I had my second child, there when I was beat down and there when it was over. She was smart enough to leave her boyfriend, seeing that gave me the courage to follow suit. Once I made the decision there was no turning back, a weight was lifted off of me and my life began.
Once we had realized that we deserved better, we demanded better..... Our lives flipped around. We went out to meet it head on. There were crazy nights, wild men, drunken stupers, bar room fights, dancing on tables, taking over clubs, and many many hangovers. We were the girls your mother warned you about.
Times changed and we calmed down, to an extent. I met my husband and everything changed for me. He is my rock, I didn't need to go out seeking that attention anymore. I remember telling him that he had some how managed to bottle a tornado, because that's who I was. One year after I was married she and I went back out for a reminiscing of girls night out on the town. I took her to the club my husband and I used to frequent and it was there that she met one of my husbands friends. She ended up marrying him regardless of my pleading for her to reconsider. He was an ass, always had been, still is. But she was in love. It has been 10 years since that night and she has finally found the good sense to leave him. We haven't hung out in years, I have moved 800 miles away but we still keep in touch. Everytime we have talked on the phone, no matter how much time has gone by, it's as if we spoke just yesterday. We still have that bond. She has never been able to come and see me since she was married to the horses ass. But now, she is coming, she will be here in three weeks and I cant wait.
What I find amazing is that 2 husbands, 3 kids and 800 miles later we still connect. I'm not that crazy girl anymore. I don't start bar fights, don't get kicked out of clubs, don't carry a regular hangover and am at peace with myself and my life. She is too, we grew up but not apart. I am sure we will settle on the sofa with a bottle of wine and giggle about the stupid crazy shit we pulled back then, and all will be good. It's funny to look back on those times, it seems as if it were a million years ago. The people who know me now would probably find it hard to believe that was me, I guess I finally grew up.
Once we had realized that we deserved better, we demanded better..... Our lives flipped around. We went out to meet it head on. There were crazy nights, wild men, drunken stupers, bar room fights, dancing on tables, taking over clubs, and many many hangovers. We were the girls your mother warned you about.
Times changed and we calmed down, to an extent. I met my husband and everything changed for me. He is my rock, I didn't need to go out seeking that attention anymore. I remember telling him that he had some how managed to bottle a tornado, because that's who I was. One year after I was married she and I went back out for a reminiscing of girls night out on the town. I took her to the club my husband and I used to frequent and it was there that she met one of my husbands friends. She ended up marrying him regardless of my pleading for her to reconsider. He was an ass, always had been, still is. But she was in love. It has been 10 years since that night and she has finally found the good sense to leave him. We haven't hung out in years, I have moved 800 miles away but we still keep in touch. Everytime we have talked on the phone, no matter how much time has gone by, it's as if we spoke just yesterday. We still have that bond. She has never been able to come and see me since she was married to the horses ass. But now, she is coming, she will be here in three weeks and I cant wait.
What I find amazing is that 2 husbands, 3 kids and 800 miles later we still connect. I'm not that crazy girl anymore. I don't start bar fights, don't get kicked out of clubs, don't carry a regular hangover and am at peace with myself and my life. She is too, we grew up but not apart. I am sure we will settle on the sofa with a bottle of wine and giggle about the stupid crazy shit we pulled back then, and all will be good. It's funny to look back on those times, it seems as if it were a million years ago. The people who know me now would probably find it hard to believe that was me, I guess I finally grew up.
No Show
Well I'm sure most of you are under the impression that I have been very busy with my father-in-law visiting and that's why I haven't been able to post. I must tell you that my house was finished on time and the walls ROCK! After busting my ass all week and rushing around Thursday finishing up we got a phone call around 8:30 pm. My father-in-law was not coming, he had hurt his neck and didn't want to drive. So there I stood, dripping sponge in hand, hair disheveled, panting, sweating, looking like a recently whipped slave. I couldn't decide whether I was irritated or not. I had just about killed myself getting this done and now he wasn't coming?! On the other hand, I know myself and had I not had that push to do it my walls would probably still be half painted. What a horrible way to be left standing, when everything in you wants to be irritable but you cant because you know you wouldn't have done it other wise. So now, I am the house Nazi! My children think I have lost it hehehe. I figure we are expecting visitors from out of town every weekend this month and I refuse to kill myself like that again. They set something down, I scream "Pick that up!". They get something to eat, I scream "Clean that up!". They walk in the door with muddy feet, I scream "Get the mop!". They think I am being completely unreasonable and I am taking a perverse pleasure in irritating the piss out of them.
April 28, 2005
Self Inflicted Crazy
Things have been a bit busy here, by my own making of course. You see, I cant do anything easy, I must always make it difficult for myself. My father in law is coming to visit us this weekend, he will be here tomorrow afternoon. He has never seen our new house so I wanted things to look really good. I decided I could paint the living room, but no not just any normal painting. Normal painting would be way to easy and take much to little time to complete. I must use a faux suede finish. Something that looks nicer but takes much more time and effort leaving little to no time to actually clean my house in preparation for his arrival.
Well, here it is Thursday and I have one more side of the room to finish today. Sounds good right? Only one more side then I'm done. The only problem is that I have spent all of my time painting so the laundry is piled up, the bathrooms are a mess, my bedroom is a disaster area and I'm not really sure when I'm going to get to it all. Because in all of this mess that must be straightened up the children still have their extra curricular activities to attend. My daughter must be at dress rehearsal tonight for her chorus concert, the boy has a game and to top it all off, I blew a tire on my car yesterday. So add that to my "to do" list, get a new tire.
You know, of course, my husband took this wonderful opportunity to point out that he thought I should wait until after my father in law left to paint. He now walks with a limp :)
Well, here it is Thursday and I have one more side of the room to finish today. Sounds good right? Only one more side then I'm done. The only problem is that I have spent all of my time painting so the laundry is piled up, the bathrooms are a mess, my bedroom is a disaster area and I'm not really sure when I'm going to get to it all. Because in all of this mess that must be straightened up the children still have their extra curricular activities to attend. My daughter must be at dress rehearsal tonight for her chorus concert, the boy has a game and to top it all off, I blew a tire on my car yesterday. So add that to my "to do" list, get a new tire.
You know, of course, my husband took this wonderful opportunity to point out that he thought I should wait until after my father in law left to paint. He now walks with a limp :)
April 25, 2005
Lowe's the family fun store
Well it has begun. The work that I wanted to do in the house. Since the Weatherman has conspired against me and took us from highs of 83 to lows of 32 I have decided to start on the inside of the house. No, he will not keep me down! Yesterday, in anticipation of the many projects running through my little brain, I hit Lowe's. I had an idea of what it is I wanted to get started on first but figured I would walk through the store and see what deals they had going on. If they had a deal on something that wasn't in the forefront of my plans I can always change the order in which I get stuff done.
Man, I felt my testosterone levels spike the moment we pulled in the parking lot. We walked in the door and I had to fight the urge to do the Tim Allen monkey call. They have everything in that place. I could stay there for a week. Here I was, a reasonably intelligent woman with a plan. Once they got me in the doors my brain went to mush and I ran through the aisles like a 5 yr old in Toys R Us. I want 1 of this and 1 of that, oh look at that, that would look great in the living room, oh check out that, we could put that on the porch, oh wait lets get this for the bedroom. How do these people expect you to make a decision in that place?! Needless to say I spent 4 hours walking through designing my dream house. Well, all but the kitchen because I didn't want to go in the kitchen section. I am boycotting kitchens at the moment, long story. But boy you should see the bathroom I designed there. It rocks!! If only my house was big enough for all the things I found there.
So after the initial design of my dream home I had to remember that I was on a budget and was there for a purpose. I marched myself to the paint department, detouring in the flooring department to show my husband what kind of flooring I want. He wasn't to keen on the idea I had told him about for the floors originally but after he saw it he loved it. OK back to the paint. We made it finally. After an hour and a half we found the colors we like and decided to head out of there before I had a second dream house designed. On the way to the checkout counter we found the tools section.
Now it was hubby's turn. I figure I spent hours designing the dream house, what the hell, he could have some fun designing the garage. We did eventually make it out to the real world and back home. I don't know how anyone can go that place and just run in and out.
Man, I felt my testosterone levels spike the moment we pulled in the parking lot. We walked in the door and I had to fight the urge to do the Tim Allen monkey call. They have everything in that place. I could stay there for a week. Here I was, a reasonably intelligent woman with a plan. Once they got me in the doors my brain went to mush and I ran through the aisles like a 5 yr old in Toys R Us. I want 1 of this and 1 of that, oh look at that, that would look great in the living room, oh check out that, we could put that on the porch, oh wait lets get this for the bedroom. How do these people expect you to make a decision in that place?! Needless to say I spent 4 hours walking through designing my dream house. Well, all but the kitchen because I didn't want to go in the kitchen section. I am boycotting kitchens at the moment, long story. But boy you should see the bathroom I designed there. It rocks!! If only my house was big enough for all the things I found there.
So after the initial design of my dream home I had to remember that I was on a budget and was there for a purpose. I marched myself to the paint department, detouring in the flooring department to show my husband what kind of flooring I want. He wasn't to keen on the idea I had told him about for the floors originally but after he saw it he loved it. OK back to the paint. We made it finally. After an hour and a half we found the colors we like and decided to head out of there before I had a second dream house designed. On the way to the checkout counter we found the tools section.
Now it was hubby's turn. I figure I spent hours designing the dream house, what the hell, he could have some fun designing the garage. We did eventually make it out to the real world and back home. I don't know how anyone can go that place and just run in and out.
April 23, 2005
Tease
Oh Weatherman, where are you weatherman? Last week you were so kind and wonderful. We had temperatures in the upper 70's, we even hit 80 on a couple of days. Didn't you enjoy the lush greenery and gentle spring breezes? The putting away of winter clothes, wearing shorts and tank tops? The sunkissed faces of the general public smiling to greet you? Was all of this so horrible? Maybe it is that you weren't satisfied with our behavior or felt that we took you for granted. Well, I don't take you for granted, I appreciate your forecast and all of the hard work you do. What could we have possibly done for you to bring down your wrath? Why on earth would it be necessary for me to dig back into my winter clothes for temperatures plunging into the 50's? It is spring, damn it! And today? How could you today?! On the sacred and holy day of the mile long yard sale! All of those people with all of their junk just begging for me to dig through and find my own personal treasure. On the day I was planning to return home and dig up my garden. I am so disappointed in you Weatherman. You really should be careful Mr. Weatherman, the children have discussed it and if you don't stop this soon they are planning your demise.
April 22, 2005
It drops off flat at the state line!
I happen to live in a really small town about 22 miles outside of a major city. It's a whole different world out here in the sticks. We chose this place, intentionally, to give our children a safer place to grow up. Having been born and raised in very large cities all over the world I wasn't happy with the quality of life my children were reduced to due to the crime. We still have crime here but no where near what it was where I was from. Although I am happy with our choice of location the small town politics often make me laugh. They seem to fight over the silliest things. Not to mention priorities in crazy places.
The newest fight in our little community is whether or not to allow liquor by the drink. Yes, there are still places that don't allow it. Call me naive but I didn't think that existed aside from in the 80's movie "Footloose". Because we don't allow this in our town there are no choices of restaurants to eat at. We have a McDonald's, Hardee's, and a Ponderosa. Not much pickin's around here. But all of the locals here head to the next town over to have dinner because they have real choices to choose from, hence serve liquor by the drink.
The reason this bill is being opposed is because the local churches believe this is against God, they are actually calling it a "sin tax". I had to giggle. Didn't Jesus turn water to wine? I mean I may be mistaken here but I thought that's what happened. They say it will ruin the moral values of our community. On that argument I had tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard.
Moral values?! The high school is so over run with pregnant teenagers or teenagers who have had babies they could install a daycare. I have yet to meet a couple from this area who are faithful to eachother, hell I would settle for one who atleast weren't abusive to each other. That seems to be standard issue around here. Not to mention the number of children who are married by the time they are 16. Morals? I think they need to start that at home maybe focusing on the real issues in this community. The city council actually have a good plan as to how they will use the tax from the sale of liquor by the drink to better this community. They want some sex awareness classes for the kids, spousal abuse programs, a battered women and children's shelter. OMG! They want to make the community better? Well we better nip that in the bud, damn it!
It is really sad for the children who are born and raised here. I love this little community, yes it has its good points. But the ones who are from here seem to think the world drops off at the state line and this is all there is. I'm thankful my kids know about the world out there and I encourage them to go get it. I just wish we could get that message out to those native here. I wish we could get the babbling idiots who are so gung ho to save the moral values of our little community to wake up and actually do some good around here.
The newest fight in our little community is whether or not to allow liquor by the drink. Yes, there are still places that don't allow it. Call me naive but I didn't think that existed aside from in the 80's movie "Footloose". Because we don't allow this in our town there are no choices of restaurants to eat at. We have a McDonald's, Hardee's, and a Ponderosa. Not much pickin's around here. But all of the locals here head to the next town over to have dinner because they have real choices to choose from, hence serve liquor by the drink.
The reason this bill is being opposed is because the local churches believe this is against God, they are actually calling it a "sin tax". I had to giggle. Didn't Jesus turn water to wine? I mean I may be mistaken here but I thought that's what happened. They say it will ruin the moral values of our community. On that argument I had tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard.
Moral values?! The high school is so over run with pregnant teenagers or teenagers who have had babies they could install a daycare. I have yet to meet a couple from this area who are faithful to eachother, hell I would settle for one who atleast weren't abusive to each other. That seems to be standard issue around here. Not to mention the number of children who are married by the time they are 16. Morals? I think they need to start that at home maybe focusing on the real issues in this community. The city council actually have a good plan as to how they will use the tax from the sale of liquor by the drink to better this community. They want some sex awareness classes for the kids, spousal abuse programs, a battered women and children's shelter. OMG! They want to make the community better? Well we better nip that in the bud, damn it!
It is really sad for the children who are born and raised here. I love this little community, yes it has its good points. But the ones who are from here seem to think the world drops off at the state line and this is all there is. I'm thankful my kids know about the world out there and I encourage them to go get it. I just wish we could get that message out to those native here. I wish we could get the babbling idiots who are so gung ho to save the moral values of our little community to wake up and actually do some good around here.
April 18, 2005
Rules for shopping
Yesterday was a "mother - daughter" day. My daughter and I spent the day shopping with a friend of mine and her teenage daughter. For those of you who don't have teenage children or have children who are approaching their teenage years there are rules you must follow when shopping with a child in this age bracket.
1. First and foremost you must not speak to them or stand to closely looking in their direction while they are shopping. You must accept that you are not cool and being seen with them will only detract from their coolness. There are ways around this however. If you pretend to be browsing a rack of clothing close to them and not make direct eye contact you will be able to monitor what clothing they are picking up. But I repeat, do NOT make eye contact.
2. You must never express your like or dislike of a piece of clothing while they are in the store. This will do nothing more than horrify your child. Especially if it is something they like and you express a like in the item as well, you can guarantee the item will go directly back to the rack. If it is something you do not approve of they will try to buy it even if they don't like it. It is best not to speak during the choosing process.
3. Accept that they will take 50 items into the dressing room atleast 10 times and probably purchase one of the first items they try on. You must not comment on this it will only show your lack of coolness.
4. Before you enter the store for your shopping trip you must give the child a set limit on the amount of money they may spend. If you do not you may as well take out a loan and purchase the store.
5. Accept that they will only speak to you while in the store to ask for a higher limit than you have given them. It is acceptable to respond at this point. This will probably be the only time they speak to you.
6. If your answer to #5 is no, accept that their will be an argument. There are ways to avoid argument in the store.........
Argument Avoiding
1. Go directly to the intimates section of the store and grab the largest pair of "granny panties" you can find. Grab only 1 pair and go directly to the check out line. When it is your turn ask the cashier if they have lay-a-way and if you may put these underwear on lay-a-way. If they do not have this service explain to them that you are in dire need of underwear as all of the pairs you own have holes in them and you cant afford to purchase anymore because your ungrateful teenager has taken all of your money. When the cashier offers apologies and explains that she can not help you ask if she has any old pairs she may like to donate to your cause. Your teenager will be to horrified to argue with you any further.
There is also a proper way to exit the store that most people don't know. If allowed your teenager will turn this shopping trip into a week long event. You now have the option to maintain a long drawn out fight to leave the store which in turn is going to ruin your day. Or you may try my alternative methods.
1. Again, go to the intimate section and find a skimpy g-string. Place this pair of "underwear" on your head as an eye patch hooking the straps around your ears. Run to your child yelling "(child's name) Look what I found!!!"
2. Find the biggest ugliest hat in the store place it on your head and follow your child around staying no less than 3 paces behind them.
3. Lay down in the middle of the aisle faking exhaustion.
4. If you don't like the "extreme" methods you can always grab the same item of clothing your daughter has in your size and say you are planning to buy these so the two of you can be "twinkies".
My only hope is that you parents can take home with you as much enjoyment as I do from our shopping sprees :)
1. First and foremost you must not speak to them or stand to closely looking in their direction while they are shopping. You must accept that you are not cool and being seen with them will only detract from their coolness. There are ways around this however. If you pretend to be browsing a rack of clothing close to them and not make direct eye contact you will be able to monitor what clothing they are picking up. But I repeat, do NOT make eye contact.
2. You must never express your like or dislike of a piece of clothing while they are in the store. This will do nothing more than horrify your child. Especially if it is something they like and you express a like in the item as well, you can guarantee the item will go directly back to the rack. If it is something you do not approve of they will try to buy it even if they don't like it. It is best not to speak during the choosing process.
3. Accept that they will take 50 items into the dressing room atleast 10 times and probably purchase one of the first items they try on. You must not comment on this it will only show your lack of coolness.
4. Before you enter the store for your shopping trip you must give the child a set limit on the amount of money they may spend. If you do not you may as well take out a loan and purchase the store.
5. Accept that they will only speak to you while in the store to ask for a higher limit than you have given them. It is acceptable to respond at this point. This will probably be the only time they speak to you.
6. If your answer to #5 is no, accept that their will be an argument. There are ways to avoid argument in the store.........
Argument Avoiding
1. Go directly to the intimates section of the store and grab the largest pair of "granny panties" you can find. Grab only 1 pair and go directly to the check out line. When it is your turn ask the cashier if they have lay-a-way and if you may put these underwear on lay-a-way. If they do not have this service explain to them that you are in dire need of underwear as all of the pairs you own have holes in them and you cant afford to purchase anymore because your ungrateful teenager has taken all of your money. When the cashier offers apologies and explains that she can not help you ask if she has any old pairs she may like to donate to your cause. Your teenager will be to horrified to argue with you any further.
There is also a proper way to exit the store that most people don't know. If allowed your teenager will turn this shopping trip into a week long event. You now have the option to maintain a long drawn out fight to leave the store which in turn is going to ruin your day. Or you may try my alternative methods.
1. Again, go to the intimate section and find a skimpy g-string. Place this pair of "underwear" on your head as an eye patch hooking the straps around your ears. Run to your child yelling "(child's name) Look what I found!!!"
2. Find the biggest ugliest hat in the store place it on your head and follow your child around staying no less than 3 paces behind them.
3. Lay down in the middle of the aisle faking exhaustion.
4. If you don't like the "extreme" methods you can always grab the same item of clothing your daughter has in your size and say you are planning to buy these so the two of you can be "twinkies".
My only hope is that you parents can take home with you as much enjoyment as I do from our shopping sprees :)
April 16, 2005
Kids
It's the weekend finally! I never thought it was going to get here, I thought I was never going to get a decent nights sleep. Fixed that last night though YEAH! We have a pretty busy schedule this weekend but I have to admit I am looking forward to it.
My son has another ball game this evening, I am so impressed with how well they are doing. This team is made up of 7 and 8 yr olds, some of whom have never played before. The first game they played they had only had 2 practices and never been able to practice with the batting machine. Needless to say they lost, badly. The score was 10 - 1. The second game they played they still had only practiced twice but the score was 16 - 15. Talk about improvement. This will be their third game stilling only having had 2 practices. We will see how it goes. Unfortunately all of the days that they had been assigned to practice on were rained out. They are due to practice again this Wednesday and guess what, it's supposed to rain. So I am suggesting they get together in my back yard Monday and practice. I have found that I am really enjoying working with these kids. Yes, that's kind of a shock because I figured it might give me a headache. But this group of kids is really wonderful. Yes, they are wild and full of energy but they really are sweet. At the end of our last game one of the little boys came up to me and said "That home run I hit was just for you." How sweet is that?! Little charmer, the girls are in trouble when he grows up. Not to mention, my son is thrilled we are participating like this. He walked up to me in the dug out at the last game, wrapped his little arms around me and gave me the biggest hug. IN FRONT OF THE OTHER KIDS!!! I almost passed out.
Here is the next shocker, hold on now this one might knock you over. My 16 yr old daughter came to me last night and asked me if I would help with the dance team at school. She wants me to be their sponsor. She asked this of me, willingly. I swear the child likes to knock me speechless. You could have knocked me over with just a shove. You know I said yes.
My son has another ball game this evening, I am so impressed with how well they are doing. This team is made up of 7 and 8 yr olds, some of whom have never played before. The first game they played they had only had 2 practices and never been able to practice with the batting machine. Needless to say they lost, badly. The score was 10 - 1. The second game they played they still had only practiced twice but the score was 16 - 15. Talk about improvement. This will be their third game stilling only having had 2 practices. We will see how it goes. Unfortunately all of the days that they had been assigned to practice on were rained out. They are due to practice again this Wednesday and guess what, it's supposed to rain. So I am suggesting they get together in my back yard Monday and practice. I have found that I am really enjoying working with these kids. Yes, that's kind of a shock because I figured it might give me a headache. But this group of kids is really wonderful. Yes, they are wild and full of energy but they really are sweet. At the end of our last game one of the little boys came up to me and said "That home run I hit was just for you." How sweet is that?! Little charmer, the girls are in trouble when he grows up. Not to mention, my son is thrilled we are participating like this. He walked up to me in the dug out at the last game, wrapped his little arms around me and gave me the biggest hug. IN FRONT OF THE OTHER KIDS!!! I almost passed out.
Here is the next shocker, hold on now this one might knock you over. My 16 yr old daughter came to me last night and asked me if I would help with the dance team at school. She wants me to be their sponsor. She asked this of me, willingly. I swear the child likes to knock me speechless. You could have knocked me over with just a shove. You know I said yes.
April 14, 2005
For the Girls
My mother sent me this list of quotes from women, thought they were funny and you might enjoy them too:
Inside every older lady is a younger lady, wondering what the hell happened.
-Cora Harvey Armstrong-
Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies.
The hardest years in life are those between 10 and 70.
-Helen Hayes (at 73)-
I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows.
-Janette Barber-
Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse.
-Lily Tomlin-
A male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who has never owned a car.
-Carrie Snow-
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry with your girlfriends.
-Laurie Kuslansky-
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being, hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
-Erma Bombeck-
Old age aint no place for sissies.
-Bette Davis-
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. A woman must do what he cant.
-Rhonda Hansome-
The phrase "working mother" is redundant.
-Jane Sellman-
Everytime I close the door on reality it comes in through the windows.
-Jane Unlimited-
Thirty-five is when you finally start getting your head together and your body falls apart.
-Caryn Leschen-
I try to take one day at a time - but sometimes several days attack me at once.
-Jennifer Unlimited-
If high heels were so wonderful men would still be wearing them.
-Sue Grafton-
I'm not going to vacuum until Sear's makes one you can ride on.
-Roseanne Barr-
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.
-Eleanor Roosevelt-
Inside every older lady is a younger lady, wondering what the hell happened.
-Cora Harvey Armstrong-
Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies.
The hardest years in life are those between 10 and 70.
-Helen Hayes (at 73)-
I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows.
-Janette Barber-
Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse.
-Lily Tomlin-
A male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who has never owned a car.
-Carrie Snow-
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry with your girlfriends.
-Laurie Kuslansky-
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being, hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
-Erma Bombeck-
Old age aint no place for sissies.
-Bette Davis-
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. A woman must do what he cant.
-Rhonda Hansome-
The phrase "working mother" is redundant.
-Jane Sellman-
Everytime I close the door on reality it comes in through the windows.
-Jane Unlimited-
Thirty-five is when you finally start getting your head together and your body falls apart.
-Caryn Leschen-
I try to take one day at a time - but sometimes several days attack me at once.
-Jennifer Unlimited-
If high heels were so wonderful men would still be wearing them.
-Sue Grafton-
I'm not going to vacuum until Sear's makes one you can ride on.
-Roseanne Barr-
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.
-Eleanor Roosevelt-
April 13, 2005
Letting Go
I remember the first time I held her in my arms. I was just a child myself and she was so little. All of these emotions I had never felt swirling through my head. Everyone told me life was over for me, this was the end of my dreams. Looking in her eyes all I could think was "No, it has just begun." She made me want more, made me want to be better, I was going to give her the world. I knew I would die for her, I would do anything to keep her safe, the ferocity of my emotions was overwhelming.
There I was, my chin up, armed with nothing but what I knew I wasn't going to do. No idea how to do it right but knowing how it wasn't supposed to be done. I had never felt love like this, never unconditional, undieing love. I was determined and focused, I had reason for the first time in my life.
I have done a good job by her, I wasn't always perfect and there were a lot of trial and error but I did well. Yes, I am getting sappy. You see, my baby girl, my first born is almost grown. I'm not quite settled with that. She turned 16 in January and there are only 2 more years until she heads out to college and on her own. I'm not really sure how all the time has passed so quickly, it doesn't seem possible that she could be that far in life already. I was telling my husband I just didn't know what I was going to do when she heads out to college. It occurred to me that I have never lived with another human being for as long as I have lived with her. How do I cut that tie and walk away? How to let go, I suppose is a common situation when you are a parent. But when you are in the situation it just doesn't feel like anyone else could possibly be experiencing this too. It's just to personal.
This whole post wasn't brought about because I am worried about what will happen in 2 more years. It was actually something much more simple than that. She drove.
Sounds silly, right? Yesterday we took our baby girl out in the car and she drove a stick shift for the first time. We taught her how to drive. She did so well, I was very surprised. She only stalled and jerked once, after that she had it. It was exciting and fun, we giggled and laughed, she squealed like she did when she was 5. I thought "God, how is this possible?!". But I wasn't emotional.
That came later. Sitting on the sofa watching TV, my son was in the bath and daughter in her room. Just hubby and I chilling out watching TV. It hit me, I wasn't even sure what it was at the time, I just felt the tears. Nothing I could do, they just kept coming. When I realized what the mass of confusion inside me was all about I couldn't help but cry more. She is growing up, a wonderful and sad thing. A double edged sword.
There I was, my chin up, armed with nothing but what I knew I wasn't going to do. No idea how to do it right but knowing how it wasn't supposed to be done. I had never felt love like this, never unconditional, undieing love. I was determined and focused, I had reason for the first time in my life.
I have done a good job by her, I wasn't always perfect and there were a lot of trial and error but I did well. Yes, I am getting sappy. You see, my baby girl, my first born is almost grown. I'm not quite settled with that. She turned 16 in January and there are only 2 more years until she heads out to college and on her own. I'm not really sure how all the time has passed so quickly, it doesn't seem possible that she could be that far in life already. I was telling my husband I just didn't know what I was going to do when she heads out to college. It occurred to me that I have never lived with another human being for as long as I have lived with her. How do I cut that tie and walk away? How to let go, I suppose is a common situation when you are a parent. But when you are in the situation it just doesn't feel like anyone else could possibly be experiencing this too. It's just to personal.
This whole post wasn't brought about because I am worried about what will happen in 2 more years. It was actually something much more simple than that. She drove.
Sounds silly, right? Yesterday we took our baby girl out in the car and she drove a stick shift for the first time. We taught her how to drive. She did so well, I was very surprised. She only stalled and jerked once, after that she had it. It was exciting and fun, we giggled and laughed, she squealed like she did when she was 5. I thought "God, how is this possible?!". But I wasn't emotional.
That came later. Sitting on the sofa watching TV, my son was in the bath and daughter in her room. Just hubby and I chilling out watching TV. It hit me, I wasn't even sure what it was at the time, I just felt the tears. Nothing I could do, they just kept coming. When I realized what the mass of confusion inside me was all about I couldn't help but cry more. She is growing up, a wonderful and sad thing. A double edged sword.
April 11, 2005
It takes a Child
It was the first warm day of the year, the weatherman predicted it was going to hit 80 degrees. Woman and child were driving down the road heading to the ball field. The windows down, bopping their heads as Bob Seger sang about why he cant drive 55. It would be the first game of the season and they were both looking forward to getting there. Coming to a stop at the light waiting for it to turn green she glanced at the vehicle next to her. A new F150 4 door, she has dreamed of owning one of those. Sighing, she said "Boy that sure would be nice." Her son, being so innocent looked up and said "I guess." The light turned green and they proceeded on their way to the ball field. Only a few moments had passed when the boy reached over and turned the radio down "Mom?"
"Yes?" she answered.
"Is it true that there are some people out there who cant afford a car at all?" he asked
"Well yes baby, that's true." She replied
"And some people cant buy food?" he asked
"Yes, unfortunately their are people who go hungry everyday in this world."
They were both quiet for the remainder of the ride. The radio still turned down she wondered what that was all about. When they reached the ball field she began to get her stuff out of the back seat and noticed he wasn't getting out of the car.
"Mom" he said. "I don't want us to get a new car."
"You don't?" was all she could say.
"No" he said. "If there are people who are hungry and cant have a car them I'm just happy we have food and a car that works. I think that's how I should be."
With that he got out of the car and ran, talking with his friends, to the ball field. She couldn't move, keys still in her hand, stuff in the backseat, door open. She was stunned. She only watched him and felt the tears roll down her face. He was right.
There was a time when she believed she would never own her own home, she didn't know how bills would get paid, it was a constant struggle. I own a home I love, on land I adore, with 2 amazing kids, a wonderful husband, my car runs, we have food and the bills are paid. I don't want more, I don't need more, I'm happy.
Sometimes it takes a child to show you that.
"Yes?" she answered.
"Is it true that there are some people out there who cant afford a car at all?" he asked
"Well yes baby, that's true." She replied
"And some people cant buy food?" he asked
"Yes, unfortunately their are people who go hungry everyday in this world."
They were both quiet for the remainder of the ride. The radio still turned down she wondered what that was all about. When they reached the ball field she began to get her stuff out of the back seat and noticed he wasn't getting out of the car.
"Mom" he said. "I don't want us to get a new car."
"You don't?" was all she could say.
"No" he said. "If there are people who are hungry and cant have a car them I'm just happy we have food and a car that works. I think that's how I should be."
With that he got out of the car and ran, talking with his friends, to the ball field. She couldn't move, keys still in her hand, stuff in the backseat, door open. She was stunned. She only watched him and felt the tears roll down her face. He was right.
There was a time when she believed she would never own her own home, she didn't know how bills would get paid, it was a constant struggle. I own a home I love, on land I adore, with 2 amazing kids, a wonderful husband, my car runs, we have food and the bills are paid. I don't want more, I don't need more, I'm happy.
Sometimes it takes a child to show you that.
April 09, 2005
Trials and Tribulations of Baseball
Today is my sons first baseball game of the season. We heard from the coach last night around 4 that they were not going to be having practice yesterday (which was scheduled to be from 6-7, two hours notice grrr) and that we had our first game today. No biggie except the children have only had 2 practices and have yet to practice batting. I'm slightly irritated that nobody knows how to contact this coach to ask if we are having practice when the weather is questionable, and I don't like last minute notice on the games. Hell, they don't even have their uniforms. Yes, I realize that I am being a tad anal, it's my nature I cant help it. So I have decided that it is time to get some things organized. Last year we had some organizational issues with the league so we fixed that and things ran much smoother. My husband is yelling for me to tell you that "we" didn't fix anything, I did. Hmph
I figure when we get to the ball field today I can make a list of all the parents names with their children's names and the phone numbers. Obviously getting a contact number for the coach, if I don't smack him in the head first. But I will try to hold back the smack until after I get the phone number. Then we can make copies of the game schedule so none of the parents are given last minute information and we all know in advance when the games are. My thought is, this way none of us have to question whether their will be practice on a particular night because we can contact the coach and call the other parents. As well as knowing in advance when a game is going to be so we don't make plans for that day and have to cancel them because we found out the night before the game.
My husband is laughing at me.
OMG! He has called me a "soccer mom", I must get off of here and kill him now.
I figure when we get to the ball field today I can make a list of all the parents names with their children's names and the phone numbers. Obviously getting a contact number for the coach, if I don't smack him in the head first. But I will try to hold back the smack until after I get the phone number. Then we can make copies of the game schedule so none of the parents are given last minute information and we all know in advance when the games are. My thought is, this way none of us have to question whether their will be practice on a particular night because we can contact the coach and call the other parents. As well as knowing in advance when a game is going to be so we don't make plans for that day and have to cancel them because we found out the night before the game.
My husband is laughing at me.
OMG! He has called me a "soccer mom", I must get off of here and kill him now.
April 08, 2005
It has begun
Jerked from my slumber, I sat straight up in the bed. Listening to figure out what it was that woke me up. At first I didn't hear anything, then there it was. The sound of something solid being thrown into the wall outside of my bedroom, followed by things falling and the trampling of several feet running. I jerked open the bedroom door to find out just what the hell was going on. I was immediately assaulted by the furry feet scampering past me. Now they were in my room, which means I was to be the play toy of the moment. It's 3 am, I don't think so. As I go after them they scramble behind the bed, knowing I cant reach them there. So I lay on my stomach beside the bed sticking on arm behind the bed to grab one and pull it out. At this point I meet with sharp pointy claws swatting at me, damn their claws feel like razor blades. I loudly inform them I am not playing with them like that is going to do me any good. Do they care? Nope.
Hmmmm now it is time for some kitty reverse psychology. So I lay back down in the bed knowing they will come out to play. I don't have to wait long, I can hear them moving along the side of the bed. Rolling onto my side as quietly as possible I reach my hand down to grab one, only to have to duck as one goes sailing across my head. Just what I wanted to see at 3am, the underbelly of a kitten as it soars over my head. Diving across my bed to grab the UFK (unidentified flying kitty) only to find my arm making contact with the corner of the end table. My newest war wound.
Needless to say, I missed the kitten. They are thinking that I am now a participant in the kitty 200. They fly through the bathroom, leaping across the countertop, slamming into the wall, scatter across the bathmat turning it into more of a bath mat ball, back to the bedroom, fly across the bed (I actually got a foot on the head this time), knock over the light on the nightstand and fly out the bedroom door. As quickly as I can I slam the bedroom door shut only to hear something else fall to the floor in the other room.
I don't care. It after 3am, I just want sleep.
The baby kitten got her stitches out yesterday and the cone off of her head. I am guessing life as we know it has now returned to normal.
Hmmmm now it is time for some kitty reverse psychology. So I lay back down in the bed knowing they will come out to play. I don't have to wait long, I can hear them moving along the side of the bed. Rolling onto my side as quietly as possible I reach my hand down to grab one, only to have to duck as one goes sailing across my head. Just what I wanted to see at 3am, the underbelly of a kitten as it soars over my head. Diving across my bed to grab the UFK (unidentified flying kitty) only to find my arm making contact with the corner of the end table. My newest war wound.
Needless to say, I missed the kitten. They are thinking that I am now a participant in the kitty 200. They fly through the bathroom, leaping across the countertop, slamming into the wall, scatter across the bathmat turning it into more of a bath mat ball, back to the bedroom, fly across the bed (I actually got a foot on the head this time), knock over the light on the nightstand and fly out the bedroom door. As quickly as I can I slam the bedroom door shut only to hear something else fall to the floor in the other room.
I don't care. It after 3am, I just want sleep.
The baby kitten got her stitches out yesterday and the cone off of her head. I am guessing life as we know it has now returned to normal.
April 06, 2005
I'm Back
I know it has only been a couple of days but it feels like forever since I have made an entry. I really don't have to much of a reason aside from the weather having been so beautiful and my family and I have taken full advantage of it. I actually spent time sitting outside reading a book. Can you believe it?! It wasn't much time but it was time none the less.
My daughter did get an offer to travel to Germany as a foreign exchange student for a year. Kind of exciting, scary as hell but exciting. Of course the mom side of me is screaming "NO!!!!" She's my baby and I'm not ready to part with her in 2 years much less any time soon. Then there is the other side of me saying "Yes, but this would be a wonderful opportunity for her and would look great on a college transcript." Especially seen as her goals for colleges are set very high. So, I don't know yet, she isn't even sure she wants to do this. I figure I'm not going to worry to much about it until she comes to me and says this is something she definitely wants to do. OK, I'm going to try not to worry until that time comes.
All and all this has been a good week. We are getting ready to expand the garden area in front of the house. Austin and his dad are building another car for his boyscout race. Ashley is getting ready to go the the Opera this weekend. Nothing to interesting to anyone else I suppose but I'm just thankful things are well and we haven't had any major incidents.
My daughter did get an offer to travel to Germany as a foreign exchange student for a year. Kind of exciting, scary as hell but exciting. Of course the mom side of me is screaming "NO!!!!" She's my baby and I'm not ready to part with her in 2 years much less any time soon. Then there is the other side of me saying "Yes, but this would be a wonderful opportunity for her and would look great on a college transcript." Especially seen as her goals for colleges are set very high. So, I don't know yet, she isn't even sure she wants to do this. I figure I'm not going to worry to much about it until she comes to me and says this is something she definitely wants to do. OK, I'm going to try not to worry until that time comes.
All and all this has been a good week. We are getting ready to expand the garden area in front of the house. Austin and his dad are building another car for his boyscout race. Ashley is getting ready to go the the Opera this weekend. Nothing to interesting to anyone else I suppose but I'm just thankful things are well and we haven't had any major incidents.
April 03, 2005
Men
OK lets face it, I'm a woman and will never truly understand the mental workings of a man but jeez can we make this a little easier please? Why is it that when you spend 2 hours picking out that perfect outfit, showering, shaving in all the right places, taking special care on your hair and make up the effort is un-noticed? But if I am sitting on the sofa in sweats and a t-shirt the second my husband walks in the door I'm flooded with "your beautiful"'s?
Frustrating
*Let me warn you, this post may contain a bit of TMI*
I know, you would figure after being together for 11 years I would have some sense of how that male mind works. I must admit, I am still clueless. My husband laughs and says there isn't much to figure out in the way of a male mind, he says "we're not that deep."
Now I know I must have done something right in that two hour preparation because as soon as we were out in public the stares from the male persuasion were constant. So I'm thinking ok, either I am looking pretty good today or I have a buggy hanging from my nose. Check the nose, no buggy. I look over to send one of those "I got something for you later" smiles at my husband and what does he say? "Oh yeah, I need to pick up deodorant too."
hmmm ok so he's not getting the hint. The low cut shirt didn't do it, the steady looks I'm sending his way didn't do it, the innuendos I am continuously dropping didn't do it. Well, IM not a quitter so I'm gonna give it one more try.
When we're leaving the store I mention it might be nice to hit the liquor store on the way home for later? "Sure" he says. Woooohoooo success, he gets it. I go in and grab a bottle of wine, getting in the car with a smile and find the smile to go wasted. Now he is reading his D&D book. All the way home he read that damn book, I might burn it.
We get home, straighten up the house, have dinner, all completely uneventful. As the night wears on I became frustrated figuring I will just give him the opportunity to make the move. I have dropped enough hints and I'm tired. Needless to say the bottle of wine is still in the fridge, unopened, and I went to bed at midnight when he decided to read more of that stupid book.
How can men not possibly get the hint? Must I rip off my clothes standing in the middle of the living room screaming "Take me you wild beast!". So help me God if he picked up his book to read it then I would burn the damn thing with him holding onto it.
Frustrating
*Let me warn you, this post may contain a bit of TMI*
I know, you would figure after being together for 11 years I would have some sense of how that male mind works. I must admit, I am still clueless. My husband laughs and says there isn't much to figure out in the way of a male mind, he says "we're not that deep."
Now I know I must have done something right in that two hour preparation because as soon as we were out in public the stares from the male persuasion were constant. So I'm thinking ok, either I am looking pretty good today or I have a buggy hanging from my nose. Check the nose, no buggy. I look over to send one of those "I got something for you later" smiles at my husband and what does he say? "Oh yeah, I need to pick up deodorant too."
hmmm ok so he's not getting the hint. The low cut shirt didn't do it, the steady looks I'm sending his way didn't do it, the innuendos I am continuously dropping didn't do it. Well, IM not a quitter so I'm gonna give it one more try.
When we're leaving the store I mention it might be nice to hit the liquor store on the way home for later? "Sure" he says. Woooohoooo success, he gets it. I go in and grab a bottle of wine, getting in the car with a smile and find the smile to go wasted. Now he is reading his D&D book. All the way home he read that damn book, I might burn it.
We get home, straighten up the house, have dinner, all completely uneventful. As the night wears on I became frustrated figuring I will just give him the opportunity to make the move. I have dropped enough hints and I'm tired. Needless to say the bottle of wine is still in the fridge, unopened, and I went to bed at midnight when he decided to read more of that stupid book.
How can men not possibly get the hint? Must I rip off my clothes standing in the middle of the living room screaming "Take me you wild beast!". So help me God if he picked up his book to read it then I would burn the damn thing with him holding onto it.
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