Santa is bringing a Wii for Christmas this year.
This weekend, my children went to their father's house to celebrate Christmas with him and his family. They called me yesterday morning to tell me what their father had gotten them. A Wii.
The conversation took place on my cell phone as P-Man and I were out doing errands.
"Hi Mom! Guess what Dad got us for Christmas?!"
"What , honey?"
"A Wii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"A Wii?" (with slightly less enthusiasm now) as I look over at P-Man who mouths the word FUCK. Yeah, my thoughts exactly.
I love Christmas. I was so excited to give them the Wii. We planned ahead, knowing they might be in short supply again this year, and we've had it hidden at P-Man's mother's house since late September or so. Excitement? Not so much now. I will probably hear something like "How come Santa didn't know Dad already got us one?".
Well, because Santa and Dad don't communicate well. Oh, we get along ok - we don't fight. But we don't go out of our way to keep each other informed either. In my defense, I have tried over the years but it's rather like banging my head against a brick wall. Since that gets old after a while, I have stopped. So I am mad at myself for not trying harder, and I am mad at him for not trying at all. Both of the kids also want Nintendo DS games systems. If we had communicated better, one of us could have gotten the Wii and one of us could have gotten the Nintendos.
I was pretty upset and P-Man tried so hard to make me feel better. When we got home he immediately got online ato see if there were any available Nintendos - supposedly there are some in stock at our local Walmart. He wanted to go purchase them right away, but I said no. Can you even imagine? Two Wiis, Nintendo's, AND iPods for each of them? Plus...all the "smaller" gifts and clothes, etc. No way. I wanted to return the Wii and get the Nintendos but he still wants to keep the Wii for all of us here. So we're leaving it as it is. Two Wiis - one at each house.
Now I know that in the whole scheme of things, this is a pretty good problem to have. We are so very fortunate to have the means to provide these types of things for our kids. There are kids who want a Wii and won't get one because there aren't any available. There are kids who won't get anything for Christmas. There are kids who are cold and hungry, right here in our country as I sit and type this in my warm house with my hot coffee on my desk. I know this.
But I'm still a little disappointed and some of the excitement is gone.
Open your presents at Christmastime but be thankful year round for the gifts you receive. ~Lorinda Ruth Lowen
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Something new
Hey it's snowing here! Again. Clearly we're going to have a white Christmas so enough already.
I've been mulling over this post a little, because I'm not sure exactly how to word it.
I've been spending some time in my son's classroom this week. I really like most of the kids in there. Most. One little girl though. Oh. My. God. If I wouldn't be arrested and then probably sued, I would slap the living daylights out of her.
I am not a violent person. I rarely even kill bugs. That's mostly because I won't go near a lot of them, so that doesn't really prove my point so you'll have to just trust me on this one. I'm not violent. But I would like to shake her until her teeth rattle around in her head.
She is the mouthiest, brattiest, meanest, know-it-all little monster I have ever met. Ever.
There are tables in my son's classroom, as opposed to individual desks. Five children per table. There are five girls at the table the brat child sits at. That would be problem number one. Never, never put 5 females together without some sort of buffer, like a male. I don't care if they are 8 or 87. It doesn't work.
Project # 1. Snow scenes made with rice. First they pencil sketched a snow scene, then used glue to adhere white rice. Brat child drew a character from a video game (I don't know which one, or how it was considered snowy) then proceeded to ERASE THE DRAWINGS OF EVERY OTHER GIRL AT THE TABLE. Because they weren't good enough. When I asked her what she was doing, she replied that she has taken 3 years of art lessons and she was going to draw each other girl's picture for her because "they will look better that way." Since I couldn't respond with "Look here, shit head, leave them alone to do their own pictures", I said "Well, since these are going to be gifts for your parents, maybe they would like TO MAKE THEIR OWN." One little girl whispered thank you and said they had been trying to tell her that.
Project # 2. Work in teams to assemble a foam elf door hanger to give as gifts to other teachers in the school. They had a bag of materials and an instruction sheet, as well as the already done example hanging on the white board to go by. That group of girls was the last one done, mostly because the brat child would disassemble anything that any other child had done, and do it again on her own because "it looked better that way". After the elves were assembled, they were responsible for cleaning up their areas. She started to walk away because "another group needs her help". I told her she needed to help her group clean up before she decided to go "help" anyone else.
Project #3. A Picture find. Sort of like a "Where's Waldo?" with a list of items that needed to be located. A couple of the girls at her table had their hands up so I went over to see what they needed. They asked what a menorah is. As I was explaining it to them, the shit head actually told the teacher on me! "She's helping them, Mr. H" I give the man credit, he did not laugh at her (or kill her). He replied "That is what Mrs. T is here for, to help us with our projects." As I circulated around the room, I noticed her circling items on the papers belonging to some of the other girls at the table. The teacher also noticed and called her out on it.
Project #4. Scale drawings. Working in groups of two, the children had to take a section of a smaller drawing and transfer it on to a bigger piece of paper. Theoretically (!) when they put the large pieces together on the bulletin board, they will all match up and look exactly like the smaller picture. They did individual practice sheets before attempting the larger picture. Again, she was erasing everyone else's papers and DOING IT OVER FOR THEM! Again, I went over and said "Brat child (*name changed for privacy), they are not going to learn how to do this if you do it for them." The girl whose paper she was currently redoing said "That's what I keep telling her - she won't listen!".
My major my freshman year of college was Elementary Education. Funds were low, so I didn't return to college the next year - I found a job in a daycare. When I did return to college, I changed my major. After just one year of working with children, I knew that was not the job for me. I know some of you will say there is a difference...but not enough for me to ever even consider teaching. Thank God/Goddess there are people, like Mr. H., who are willing to take on the challenge - and are good at it.
Me? I'd be locked up in jail or in an asylum by now.
There are three good reasons to be a teacher - June, July, and August. ~Author Unknown
I've been mulling over this post a little, because I'm not sure exactly how to word it.
I've been spending some time in my son's classroom this week. I really like most of the kids in there. Most. One little girl though. Oh. My. God. If I wouldn't be arrested and then probably sued, I would slap the living daylights out of her.
I am not a violent person. I rarely even kill bugs. That's mostly because I won't go near a lot of them, so that doesn't really prove my point so you'll have to just trust me on this one. I'm not violent. But I would like to shake her until her teeth rattle around in her head.
She is the mouthiest, brattiest, meanest, know-it-all little monster I have ever met. Ever.
There are tables in my son's classroom, as opposed to individual desks. Five children per table. There are five girls at the table the brat child sits at. That would be problem number one. Never, never put 5 females together without some sort of buffer, like a male. I don't care if they are 8 or 87. It doesn't work.
Project # 1. Snow scenes made with rice. First they pencil sketched a snow scene, then used glue to adhere white rice. Brat child drew a character from a video game (I don't know which one, or how it was considered snowy) then proceeded to ERASE THE DRAWINGS OF EVERY OTHER GIRL AT THE TABLE. Because they weren't good enough. When I asked her what she was doing, she replied that she has taken 3 years of art lessons and she was going to draw each other girl's picture for her because "they will look better that way." Since I couldn't respond with "Look here, shit head, leave them alone to do their own pictures", I said "Well, since these are going to be gifts for your parents, maybe they would like TO MAKE THEIR OWN." One little girl whispered thank you and said they had been trying to tell her that.
Project # 2. Work in teams to assemble a foam elf door hanger to give as gifts to other teachers in the school. They had a bag of materials and an instruction sheet, as well as the already done example hanging on the white board to go by. That group of girls was the last one done, mostly because the brat child would disassemble anything that any other child had done, and do it again on her own because "it looked better that way". After the elves were assembled, they were responsible for cleaning up their areas. She started to walk away because "another group needs her help". I told her she needed to help her group clean up before she decided to go "help" anyone else.
Project #3. A Picture find. Sort of like a "Where's Waldo?" with a list of items that needed to be located. A couple of the girls at her table had their hands up so I went over to see what they needed. They asked what a menorah is. As I was explaining it to them, the shit head actually told the teacher on me! "She's helping them, Mr. H" I give the man credit, he did not laugh at her (or kill her). He replied "That is what Mrs. T is here for, to help us with our projects." As I circulated around the room, I noticed her circling items on the papers belonging to some of the other girls at the table. The teacher also noticed and called her out on it.
Project #4. Scale drawings. Working in groups of two, the children had to take a section of a smaller drawing and transfer it on to a bigger piece of paper. Theoretically (!) when they put the large pieces together on the bulletin board, they will all match up and look exactly like the smaller picture. They did individual practice sheets before attempting the larger picture. Again, she was erasing everyone else's papers and DOING IT OVER FOR THEM! Again, I went over and said "Brat child (*name changed for privacy), they are not going to learn how to do this if you do it for them." The girl whose paper she was currently redoing said "That's what I keep telling her - she won't listen!".
My major my freshman year of college was Elementary Education. Funds were low, so I didn't return to college the next year - I found a job in a daycare. When I did return to college, I changed my major. After just one year of working with children, I knew that was not the job for me. I know some of you will say there is a difference...but not enough for me to ever even consider teaching. Thank God/Goddess there are people, like Mr. H., who are willing to take on the challenge - and are good at it.
Me? I'd be locked up in jail or in an asylum by now.
There are three good reasons to be a teacher - June, July, and August. ~Author Unknown
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Ramdom thoughts Sunday
The Diva got her first ribbon for a show yesterday. It was a combination school/show and there were no placements, just participation ribbons. But still, she had to make it through the jump course cleanly to get a ribbon, and she did it! It has become an ornament on the tree - front and
center!
I stopped in at Walmart yesterday. I'm looking for a cheap tea kettle. The place was mobbed. I strolled through, nonchalantly, smug in my knowledge that not only am I done with shopping, I am done with wrapping. Yay, me! (Anyone who wants to can call me a bitch now).
We are in the middle of another snow storm.
The Year Without a Santa Clause is on again. Go Heat Misers!
I am on my second Bloody Mary. Yum.
My son says I am the best mom in the world because I made some of his favorite foods today. French toast, bruschetta, and corn chowder. Not all at once.
Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. ~Mary Ellen Chase
center!
I stopped in at Walmart yesterday. I'm looking for a cheap tea kettle. The place was mobbed. I strolled through, nonchalantly, smug in my knowledge that not only am I done with shopping, I am done with wrapping. Yay, me! (Anyone who wants to can call me a bitch now).
We are in the middle of another snow storm.
The Year Without a Santa Clause is on again. Go Heat Misers!
I am on my second Bloody Mary. Yum.
My son says I am the best mom in the world because I made some of his favorite foods today. French toast, bruschetta, and corn chowder. Not all at once.
Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. ~Mary Ellen Chase
Friday, December 14, 2007
Are you sure this isn't Monday?
Today started out bad, bad, bad.
It snowed - again - last night. We got about 4 or 5 more inches. School was not delayed or cancelled so I had two grumpy kids wondering why there was school when there was so much snow on the ground.
After they left, I decided to head out to do some errands. I wanted to brush off the car and get it started so it could warm up a little before I left. I could not find my keys anywhere. My keys are ALWAYS in the same place...along with my wallet and my phone. Those are the only three things I always take with me when I leave the house. Wallet? Check. Phone? Check. Keys? Nope.
I had to think about the last time I had my keys....Tuesday evening. Riding lessons. Ok...I got us home...so the keys are somewhere in this house. I replayed the events of the evening - stopped to take off boots in mudroom/laundry room; put dusty barn smelling coat in washer; threw away empty coffee cup. The obvious place to start was the mudroom. After I didn't find them there, the next thought was that I was going to have to go through the trash. I donned my latex gloves and ripped open the bag. There was my coffee cup from that night - no keys though. I checked under furniture and appliances (we have a cat who likes to take things and make them her own...but her normal M.O. is legos and beads...so I didn't really think she had taken the keys....). No keys...but several crumpled pieces of paper, two crinkle toys, 14 legos, and 23 beads were located.
I decided that I still needed to get on with my day, so I took the spare that P-Man keeps with his things.
I went to the redemption center with our returnable cans...and scanned the table as the guy counted up my returns...thinking maybe they keys had fallen in there. No such luck.
To get to my next stop, I needed to pass the Ford garage so I decided to swing in and see what the process is for getting a new key and fob made. They could do it today at 2:00, it will take about 20 minutes, and it will cost me about $60. Holy crap! I made the appointment and said "I'm going to keep looking so you may hear from me later, cancelling this!"
As I got in the car, P-Man called - like he usually does - to see how my day was going. I said "I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this but I'm going to ask just in case I'm wrong. Do you happen to know where my keys are?"
Crickets.
"Um, check my leather coat pocket."
"WHAT?"
"Um, yeah. I used your keys when we went to The Diva's concert the other night. I might have forgotten to put them back."
"Are you kidding me? Do you know what I've been through this morning?!!"
His response was that I should have called him first to see if he knew where they were before spending all that time looking. Here's the problem with that:
It snowed - again - last night. We got about 4 or 5 more inches. School was not delayed or cancelled so I had two grumpy kids wondering why there was school when there was so much snow on the ground.
After they left, I decided to head out to do some errands. I wanted to brush off the car and get it started so it could warm up a little before I left. I could not find my keys anywhere. My keys are ALWAYS in the same place...along with my wallet and my phone. Those are the only three things I always take with me when I leave the house. Wallet? Check. Phone? Check. Keys? Nope.
I had to think about the last time I had my keys....Tuesday evening. Riding lessons. Ok...I got us home...so the keys are somewhere in this house. I replayed the events of the evening - stopped to take off boots in mudroom/laundry room; put dusty barn smelling coat in washer; threw away empty coffee cup. The obvious place to start was the mudroom. After I didn't find them there, the next thought was that I was going to have to go through the trash. I donned my latex gloves and ripped open the bag. There was my coffee cup from that night - no keys though. I checked under furniture and appliances (we have a cat who likes to take things and make them her own...but her normal M.O. is legos and beads...so I didn't really think she had taken the keys....). No keys...but several crumpled pieces of paper, two crinkle toys, 14 legos, and 23 beads were located.
I decided that I still needed to get on with my day, so I took the spare that P-Man keeps with his things.
I went to the redemption center with our returnable cans...and scanned the table as the guy counted up my returns...thinking maybe they keys had fallen in there. No such luck.
To get to my next stop, I needed to pass the Ford garage so I decided to swing in and see what the process is for getting a new key and fob made. They could do it today at 2:00, it will take about 20 minutes, and it will cost me about $60. Holy crap! I made the appointment and said "I'm going to keep looking so you may hear from me later, cancelling this!"
As I got in the car, P-Man called - like he usually does - to see how my day was going. I said "I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this but I'm going to ask just in case I'm wrong. Do you happen to know where my keys are?"
Crickets.
"Um, check my leather coat pocket."
"WHAT?"
"Um, yeah. I used your keys when we went to The Diva's concert the other night. I might have forgotten to put them back."
"Are you kidding me? Do you know what I've been through this morning?!!"
His response was that I should have called him first to see if he knew where they were before spending all that time looking. Here's the problem with that:
1. I refuse to be that kind of woman who calls her significant other the minute something goes wrong.
2. Tell me again why you even had my keys? And why I should automatically think that maybe you know where they are? Because you have your own stupid keys.
They were in his coat pocket, by the way.
Sometimes the best man for the job isn't. ~Author Unknown
They were in his coat pocket, by the way.
Sometimes the best man for the job isn't. ~Author Unknown
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Juice Hoppin' Bastards
I can't take credit for that title - it's from my friend, L-Weed.
George Mitchell's report is out - all 409 pages of it.
"I urge the (Major League Baseball) Commissioner to forego imposing baseball's rules on performance enhancing substances, except in those cases where he determines that necessary to maintain the integrity of the game," the report said.
"There need to be consequences as a result of wrongdoing," Conte said about the Mitchell report. "This report favors those who control the money in the world of baseball." (Victor Conte, BALCO owner/Adam Tanner, Reuters)
There's not much more I can say about this. I am very disappointed that it appears no sanctions will be imposed. At the very least, perhaps some of them have hurt their chances of getting into the hall of fame. Although I do not particularly care for Roger Clemens (loved him while he was in Boston...then he wanted to go home to Texas...via Toronto...via New York. Lame.), I do believe he has earned himself a spot in the hall of fame. Until I saw his name on that list. How can a player be inducted with the knowledge that his performance was enhanced?
Oh...and...one would think that Eric Gagne could have pitched a little better in Boston this year if he had really been juiced. Go figure.
Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three times out of ten and be considered a good performer. ~Ted Williams
George Mitchell's report is out - all 409 pages of it.
"I urge the (Major League Baseball) Commissioner to forego imposing baseball's rules on performance enhancing substances, except in those cases where he determines that necessary to maintain the integrity of the game," the report said.
"There need to be consequences as a result of wrongdoing," Conte said about the Mitchell report. "This report favors those who control the money in the world of baseball." (Victor Conte, BALCO owner/Adam Tanner, Reuters)
There's not much more I can say about this. I am very disappointed that it appears no sanctions will be imposed. At the very least, perhaps some of them have hurt their chances of getting into the hall of fame. Although I do not particularly care for Roger Clemens (loved him while he was in Boston...then he wanted to go home to Texas...via Toronto...via New York. Lame.), I do believe he has earned himself a spot in the hall of fame. Until I saw his name on that list. How can a player be inducted with the knowledge that his performance was enhanced?
Oh...and...one would think that Eric Gagne could have pitched a little better in Boston this year if he had really been juiced. Go figure.
Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three times out of ten and be considered a good performer. ~Ted Williams
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Ebenezer Scrooge
We were in the car the other day singing the heat miser/cold miser song. My son asked what a miser is, so I explained that it was someone who is stingy and unhappy. "Like Scrooge", I said. "Ebenezer Scrooge from A Christmas Carol". At this point my daughter piped up with "Dad watches that all the time!".
"He does?", I responded (thinking: 1. That doesn't sound like her father, and 2. Just how many times is it on tv?). "Yeah", she said. "He LOVES the three scrooges!"
Do you know just how mad a 12 year old gets when you laugh at something she says? So I explained the difference between a scrooge and a stooge and assured her it was ok to be funny, even if it is unintentional.
But I still giggle when I think about it.
"Bah!" said Scrooge. "Humbug!" ~ Charles Dickens
"He does?", I responded (thinking: 1. That doesn't sound like her father, and 2. Just how many times is it on tv?). "Yeah", she said. "He LOVES the three scrooges!"
Do you know just how mad a 12 year old gets when you laugh at something she says? So I explained the difference between a scrooge and a stooge and assured her it was ok to be funny, even if it is unintentional.
But I still giggle when I think about it.
"Bah!" said Scrooge. "Humbug!" ~ Charles Dickens
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Coach purse give-away
Awesome, no? Head on over and you might be the proud new owner of a Coach purse by Christmas! Keeping my fingers crossed!
Monday, December 10, 2007
12 Years Old
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The Diva is 12 years old today. One more year until she's a teenager.
On a snowy Sunday afternoon in 1995 at 1:51 in the afternoon, my little girl entered the world. I did not see her for several hours since I was completely knocked out for a semi-emergency c-section after almost 46 hours of induced labor. That's not a typo - 46 hours. When I did finally see her I remember saying "This is the first person I've ever met who is truly related to me!" (I'm adopted).
We went home 3 days later...and two days after that she was back in the hospital due to dehydration. It was, and remains, the worst day of my life. Holding her little body on a gurney in the hospital while attempt after attempt was made to get a needle into her tiny, dehydrated veins. I was so upset that I had to step away after several attempts and let her father hold her for a bit. I remember at least 4 different people trying...and then hearing them say if they did not succeed with one more attempt, they would have to try her little head. Thankfully, the last attempt was successful...the needle was in and fluids were running into her tiny little body. They wrapped her arm in a splint to keep the needle in place. We had a fantastic pediatrician who ran test after test. Finally he came to us and said "Your little girl is perfectly healthy - she's just too stubborn to eat!" Here we are 12 years later, and she's as stubborn as that day!
The picture is of her with her new hunt cap. And one of her purple frosted purple cake.
Happy Birthday, Miss Thing! I love you!
A little girl is sugar and spice and everything nice - especially when she's taking a nap. ~Author Unknown
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Fire Water
P-Man and I went to a Christmas party/Open House at my friend J's house last night. A drink was offered when we arrived, and P-Man and I are fairly social so we each had one. Then I had a shot of Fire Water. Then I had another shot of Fire Water. Luckily P-man stopped at one beer and he was driving us home. I am not a big drinker, never was. I like a glass of wine on occasion but that's about where it ends. Oh, there was my early twenties....sowing my wild oats and all. But overall, I've never been a big drinker. So a mixed drink and two shots is a lot for me. We had a nice time though.
Today we visited with P-Man's parents for a bit. I came away not feeling great about the visit, and it's something that has been bothering me for awhile. I ma not sure what I am going to do, how I'm going to do it, or even IF I will do it.
P-Man was an only child for 5 years before his brother came along. His brother is a giant baby. He is babied by his mother and his wife. No one disputes this, so I am not bashing anyone with that statement. Their mother told me once in conversation that the reason she babies the brother is because she didn't want him when she was pregnant and after he was first born. It was her and P-Man for 5 years and she was happy and wanted it to stay that way. Then came baby brother. And after not wanting him, she felt guilty and then started overcompensating. And P-Man got sort of pushed to the side as she overcompensated her feelings for baby brother. She told me during that conversation that she thought P-Man resented her. I didn't really know how to respond because I don't know if he does or not. BUT - she continues to baby the brother...AND she is mean to P-Man.
Baby brother has been sick - with a cold - for over a week. He hasn't gone to work and to hear his mother tell it, he is pretty near death. Well, Brother LOVES his computer...he has his computer room and P-Man and I sometimes laugh when we drive by (we all live on the same street) because the computer room light will be on, and his wife's car will be gone. They rarely do anything together and we find that a bit odd and humorous at the same time. Whatever works for them is how we look at it. But I digress. Anyway...Friday night we were out and as we drove up the street toward home P-Man said "T's computer room light is on..." and as we drove by the house and the driveway became visible, I continued "...and C's car is gone!" The same thing happened last night when we came home from the Christmas party.
So today, I asked if their mom if T was still sick because I noticed his car was in the driveway all week long. His mom started telling us how sick he was and that he hadn't gotten out of bed all week. P-Man said "well at least he feels good enough to be on his computer" to which his mother replied "Shut up asshole, he hasn't been on it." P-Man said "Yes he has" and I agreed telling her that both nights we noticed his computer room light on. She didn't really respond to that, but it really bothered me that she felt the need to call P-Man an asshole just because he stated that T was well enough to be on his computer. If she really felt like P-Man resented her for how she treats him and his brother, then why would she continue to be that way? It was almost as though she was mad that P-Man implied that T wasn't as sick as she was trying to make him out to be.
I looked at P-Man and slid my hand into his, and we left not long after that. It makes me so angry that P-Man would do anything, ANYTHING for his parents...yet his mother treats him like that. I almost think that his mother resents him for being so independent and not needing her like his brother did/does. It's crazy and I don't know how much longer I can sit by and say nothing. I have decided that I will not say anything to her in her own home...but if a conversation like that takes place here I will kindly ask her to not talk that way about ANYONE while in our home.
I didn't really mean for this to be a big bitch session; I didn't intend for the blog to be about such personal issues. But, I do feel somewhat better after - writing is cathartic!
On a lighter note, the Diva's birthday is tomorrow. Unfortunately it is a travel day for work, but I am planning a short day in the office so I can be home for dinner. Someone at the office is not happy about that, but I will not miss dinner with my family on my daughter's special day!
Family is just accident.... They don't mean to get on your nerves. They don't even mean to be your family, they just are. ~Marsha Norman
Today we visited with P-Man's parents for a bit. I came away not feeling great about the visit, and it's something that has been bothering me for awhile. I ma not sure what I am going to do, how I'm going to do it, or even IF I will do it.
P-Man was an only child for 5 years before his brother came along. His brother is a giant baby. He is babied by his mother and his wife. No one disputes this, so I am not bashing anyone with that statement. Their mother told me once in conversation that the reason she babies the brother is because she didn't want him when she was pregnant and after he was first born. It was her and P-Man for 5 years and she was happy and wanted it to stay that way. Then came baby brother. And after not wanting him, she felt guilty and then started overcompensating. And P-Man got sort of pushed to the side as she overcompensated her feelings for baby brother. She told me during that conversation that she thought P-Man resented her. I didn't really know how to respond because I don't know if he does or not. BUT - she continues to baby the brother...AND she is mean to P-Man.
Baby brother has been sick - with a cold - for over a week. He hasn't gone to work and to hear his mother tell it, he is pretty near death. Well, Brother LOVES his computer...he has his computer room and P-Man and I sometimes laugh when we drive by (we all live on the same street) because the computer room light will be on, and his wife's car will be gone. They rarely do anything together and we find that a bit odd and humorous at the same time. Whatever works for them is how we look at it. But I digress. Anyway...Friday night we were out and as we drove up the street toward home P-Man said "T's computer room light is on..." and as we drove by the house and the driveway became visible, I continued "...and C's car is gone!" The same thing happened last night when we came home from the Christmas party.
So today, I asked if their mom if T was still sick because I noticed his car was in the driveway all week long. His mom started telling us how sick he was and that he hadn't gotten out of bed all week. P-Man said "well at least he feels good enough to be on his computer" to which his mother replied "Shut up asshole, he hasn't been on it." P-Man said "Yes he has" and I agreed telling her that both nights we noticed his computer room light on. She didn't really respond to that, but it really bothered me that she felt the need to call P-Man an asshole just because he stated that T was well enough to be on his computer. If she really felt like P-Man resented her for how she treats him and his brother, then why would she continue to be that way? It was almost as though she was mad that P-Man implied that T wasn't as sick as she was trying to make him out to be.
I looked at P-Man and slid my hand into his, and we left not long after that. It makes me so angry that P-Man would do anything, ANYTHING for his parents...yet his mother treats him like that. I almost think that his mother resents him for being so independent and not needing her like his brother did/does. It's crazy and I don't know how much longer I can sit by and say nothing. I have decided that I will not say anything to her in her own home...but if a conversation like that takes place here I will kindly ask her to not talk that way about ANYONE while in our home.
I didn't really mean for this to be a big bitch session; I didn't intend for the blog to be about such personal issues. But, I do feel somewhat better after - writing is cathartic!
On a lighter note, the Diva's birthday is tomorrow. Unfortunately it is a travel day for work, but I am planning a short day in the office so I can be home for dinner. Someone at the office is not happy about that, but I will not miss dinner with my family on my daughter's special day!
Family is just accident.... They don't mean to get on your nerves. They don't even mean to be your family, they just are. ~Marsha Norman
Thursday, December 06, 2007
The Postman sleeps
Last night, as almost every night, I read for a bit before bed. P-Man will sometimes roll over and go to sleep even though I'm still reading. Last night I looked over at him sleeping and felt an overwhelming sense of love and security that made my eyes well up just a bit. He lays on one side with his arm outstretched and he holds on to one of the wrought iron scrolls on our headboard. Every night, that's the position he falls asleep in.
I need to remember those moments when I am speaking and he has no idea I am talking, much less to him.
Sort of like how a mother looks in on her sleeping child, looking so angelic, after being a complete monster all day long.
When love is not madness, it is not love. ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca
I need to remember those moments when I am speaking and he has no idea I am talking, much less to him.
Sort of like how a mother looks in on her sleeping child, looking so angelic, after being a complete monster all day long.
When love is not madness, it is not love. ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Falling
The Diva had her riding lesson tonight. She fell off her horse. I wasn't there when it happened, but apparently her horse got too close to the wall (in an indoor ring - it is Maine in December after all) and The Diva in her attempt to steer him away, lost her balance and fell. She didn't hurt anything (well, she did bend a fingernail back and it bled slightly), she didn't cry (although I'm told her eyes did well up a tad), and she got right back on the horse. I am proud of her.
When her instructor saw me come back in, she came right over to tell me what happened. I thought the worst at first - her horse can be temperamental. He thinks he's smarter than his rider and he knows when he can take advantage of his rider. He's almost bucked a couple of times when she's been on him, so I immediately thought that's what happened until her instructor said "No - she just lost her balance and fell."
It finally stopped snowing this morning. School was delayed two hours. That's probably a good thing - if this early season storm is any indication of the winter ahead of us, we'll be using more than the allotted 5 snow days so saving them when we can is good planning!
Riding: The art of keeping a horse between you and the ground. ~Author Unknown
When her instructor saw me come back in, she came right over to tell me what happened. I thought the worst at first - her horse can be temperamental. He thinks he's smarter than his rider and he knows when he can take advantage of his rider. He's almost bucked a couple of times when she's been on him, so I immediately thought that's what happened until her instructor said "No - she just lost her balance and fell."
It finally stopped snowing this morning. School was delayed two hours. That's probably a good thing - if this early season storm is any indication of the winter ahead of us, we'll be using more than the allotted 5 snow days so saving them when we can is good planning!
Riding: The art of keeping a horse between you and the ground. ~Author Unknown
Monday, December 03, 2007
Still Snowing
It is still snowing here tonight. I am guessing it started around 3:00 or 4:00 AM based on the amount on the ground when we woke up. That means it's been snowing 14 or 15 hours. Nonstop. It varies in intensity but has not stopped all day. According to the forecast, it is supposed to continue through tomorrow or tomorrow night. I am starting to think there will be no school again tomorrow - or at least a delay. We shall see what the morning brings.
Speaking of no school, we had a very stress-free day here which was quite lovely. I managed to get quite a bit of work done; The Captain helped me shovel the deck and part of the dog pen and we took the two big dogs outside to play - our hound dog LOVES the snow!; the kids wrapped their presents for The Postman; they made ornaments for their teachers and grandparents (involving putting paint into clear glass ball ornaments and swirling it around to get a sort of tie dye effect); they baked a treat in The Diva's Ea*sy Ba*ke Oven; they watched Spider*man 3 (while I worked); and now they are watching Ru*dolph's Shiny New Year. It was so nice to have a day together without them being at each other's throats every 5 minutes.
Now I must go because one of my favorite Christmas shows is on: The Year With*out a San*ta Claus. Those little heat misers crack me up every year.
Speaking of no school, we had a very stress-free day here which was quite lovely. I managed to get quite a bit of work done; The Captain helped me shovel the deck and part of the dog pen and we took the two big dogs outside to play - our hound dog LOVES the snow!; the kids wrapped their presents for The Postman; they made ornaments for their teachers and grandparents (involving putting paint into clear glass ball ornaments and swirling it around to get a sort of tie dye effect); they baked a treat in The Diva's Ea*sy Ba*ke Oven; they watched Spider*man 3 (while I worked); and now they are watching Ru*dolph's Shiny New Year. It was so nice to have a day together without them being at each other's throats every 5 minutes.
Now I must go because one of my favorite Christmas shows is on: The Year With*out a San*ta Claus. Those little heat misers crack me up every year.
First Snow Day
It is snowing here in the Northeast. School has been cancelled. We're expecting 10-20 inches (depending on which broadcast you believe) before it's all said and done.
My children, who can just barely make it out to the bus at 8:05, were bundled up in their snow attire and outside at about 8:10. They have already built the robotic scorpion my son received for his birthday, so I need to come up with some ideas to keep them entertained for the rest of the day. Oh, and I need to fit some work in also. Luckily the first of the month is not a crunch time for me.
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches. ~e.e. cummings
My children, who can just barely make it out to the bus at 8:05, were bundled up in their snow attire and outside at about 8:10. They have already built the robotic scorpion my son received for his birthday, so I need to come up with some ideas to keep them entertained for the rest of the day. Oh, and I need to fit some work in also. Luckily the first of the month is not a crunch time for me.
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches. ~e.e. cummings
Sunday, December 02, 2007
9 years old
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My baby boy is 9 years old today. On a Wednesday morning in 1998, at 10:02 AM, my 10 pound baby boy entered the world. He was perfect.
When I was growing up and imagining myself as a mother, I always pictured girls in my future. When I found out I was having a boy, I was a bit nervous. How would I relate to a boy or connect with a boy? As soon as he was put in my arms, all my fears disappeared.
The picture is of him realizing the present he is opening is a new hockey helmet. He couldn't get the paper off fast enough!
Happy birthday, Little Man! I love you!
A birthday is just the first day of another 365 day trip around the sun. Enjoy the trip! ~ Author Unknown
Friday, November 30, 2007
100 things about Tekfan33
1. I am adopted
2. The day my daughter was born I said "This is the first person I've ever known that is actually, truly related to me"
3. I did not enjoy being pregnant, but I loved that I was having a baby.
4. I've traveled as far east as Spain, and as far west as Hawaii
5. My children are little miniature versions of me. My son more than my daughter.
6. I start planning for Christmas in February - sometimes even earlier.
7. I like snowfalls through December. After that, I don't like them.
8. I must have coffee every morning.
9. I enjoy cooking and I am good at it.
10. As a child/adolescent, I was very insecure.
11. I am a voracious reader.
12. I don't read newspapers or watch local news. Any info I think I need I get online.
13. I do not like Valentine's Day.
14. I do not particularly like Halloween but I partake more now that I have children.
15. I do not like my birthday. Related to #1.
16. I am an Aries. A fire sign.
17. I have 4 tattoos.
18. I would like more.
19. One of my tattoos is the chinese symbol for fire. See #16.
20. I am a huge Red Sox fan.
21. If theory holds true and Jason Varitek manages a MLB team someday, I will also be a fan of that team.
22. I skipped my recent high school reunion.
23. I love almost every kind of music. I have music on constantly.
24. I am always cold.
25. People tease me about the way I sneeze.
26. My favorite color is very dark blue.
27. I am not a girly girl. My daughter is.
28. I do not like seafood of any kind.
29. I live in Maine - the lobster capital of the world.
30. I have OCD. It manifests itself in routine, organization, and schedules.
31. I am extremely nearsighted. My eye doctor "guesstimates" my eyesight to be 20/600 uncorrected. He says past a certain point, they can't actually be sure what it is. I am far past that point.
32. I hate wearing glasses. I wear my contacts all day every day and only put on my glasses right before bed.
33. I would like to have Lasik surgery but am wary - it's my EYES.
34. I have a very sensitive sense of smell. I sometimes drive people crazy with my constant comments on smells, especially bad ones.
35. Almost every perfume I've ever tried smells bad on me. I have found one I like and have used it exclusively for about 10 or 12 years.
36. It has become my signature scent and people recognize me by it, sometimes before they see me. It is not strong, just mine.
37. I have been in therapy. I recommend it.
38. I was married at 22.
39. I was divorced at 32.
40. My ex-husband is very angry at me but we try to get along for the sake of our children.
41. The dentist scares me.
42. I brush my teeth at least three times a day. Sometimes more.
43. I test at a high level of intelligence but that might surprise people who knew me in school.
44. In school I was an underachiever who was just biding her time until takeoff.
45. I try to be funny but my humor is sometimes seen as sarcasm. It could be.
46. I enjoy thunder storms.
47. I don't mind "falling back" and having darkness arrive earlier.
48. I love the ocean. I miss living near it.
49. I had never been to Disney World until I took my children when I was 34.
50. I love traveling and wish I had the finances and time to do more of it.
51. I dye my hair. It's a similar shade to my own only with a little more "oomph". I am covering the gray which appeared when I was just 29.
52. My hair is wavy at the bottom, which I hate.
53. My eyes seem to change color. The postman and each child all have different answers for what color my eyes are. I just say they are Hazel.
54. I work from home for a hospital about two hours away. I travel there about twice a month.
55. I oppose the war.
56. I support and respect our troops.
57. I have a thing for dolphins.
58. My children have been swimming with dolphins. I have not.
59. I drive a small SUV but wish I didn't have to. A sedan just wasn't big enough.
60. I used to own a mini-van. I cannot bring myself to do that again.
61. My toenails are always polished. Always.
62. I get my fingernails done at a salon. Seems to contradict # 27, doesn't it?
63. I love chocolate. Anything chocolate.
64. I am still a little bit afraid of the dark.
65. I have a friend who believes I'm of Greek heritage because she saw a child in Athens who was the spitting image of me. See #1.
66. Greece is on the list of places I'd like to visit.
67. I used to want to be a big city girl, living in New York.
68. I am glad I did not turn into that Big City Girl.
69. I am pro-choice.
70. I am fairly liberal, but have a few conservative beliefs also.
71. I am registered to vote as an Independent.
72. I am a proponent of equal rights.
73. I was raised Catholic but I no longer practice.
74. I do not claim to be any one particular religion.
75. I have a loud distinctive laugh. People either love it or hate it - there is no middle ground.
76. I am short.
77. I could not have any more children after my second child and I was ok with that.
78. I had a miscarriage on my daughter's second birthday. I don't think I will ever tell her.
79. I am easily bored.
80. I was first chair in the flute section my freshmen and sophomore year of HS. I quit band my junior year. See #44.
81. I don't remember any of the finger positions on a flute.
82. The TV show Will and Grace made me laugh out loud, even when I was watching alone. I have several seasons on DVD.
83. I am addicted to chapstick. They are in my car, in the bathroom, on the nightstand, in my coat pockets, and on my desk. There might be one in a cabinet in the kitchen.
84. I am careful when I speak. Words cannot be taken back once they are out there.
85. We have 4 dogs.
86. We have 2 cats.
87. I have ruled there are to be absolutely no more pets. Not even a fish.
88. I can be a clean freak. See # 30.
89. It's hard to be a clean freak with a yellow lab who sheds. Alot.
90. The yellow lab is my favorite dog. His name is Jake.
91. I love glitter. I'm like a fish.
92. It really bothers my mother that I live with a man out of wedlock. See # 73. She says it doesn't, but I know it does.
93. Snakes terrify me. Even pictures or on TV.
94. Not fond of spiders either.
95. I have bad dreams or nightmares probably an average of 2 or 3 times a week.
96. I drink too much diet soda and not enough water.
97. I am not too crafty although I want to be and I try.
98. I curse too much - but I try not to in front of my kids.
99. I have only worked for two organizations my entire adult life. One for 9 years and the other going on 11 years.
100.I am blessed.
2. The day my daughter was born I said "This is the first person I've ever known that is actually, truly related to me"
3. I did not enjoy being pregnant, but I loved that I was having a baby.
4. I've traveled as far east as Spain, and as far west as Hawaii
5. My children are little miniature versions of me. My son more than my daughter.
6. I start planning for Christmas in February - sometimes even earlier.
7. I like snowfalls through December. After that, I don't like them.
8. I must have coffee every morning.
9. I enjoy cooking and I am good at it.
10. As a child/adolescent, I was very insecure.
11. I am a voracious reader.
12. I don't read newspapers or watch local news. Any info I think I need I get online.
13. I do not like Valentine's Day.
14. I do not particularly like Halloween but I partake more now that I have children.
15. I do not like my birthday. Related to #1.
16. I am an Aries. A fire sign.
17. I have 4 tattoos.
18. I would like more.
19. One of my tattoos is the chinese symbol for fire. See #16.
20. I am a huge Red Sox fan.
21. If theory holds true and Jason Varitek manages a MLB team someday, I will also be a fan of that team.
22. I skipped my recent high school reunion.
23. I love almost every kind of music. I have music on constantly.
24. I am always cold.
25. People tease me about the way I sneeze.
26. My favorite color is very dark blue.
27. I am not a girly girl. My daughter is.
28. I do not like seafood of any kind.
29. I live in Maine - the lobster capital of the world.
30. I have OCD. It manifests itself in routine, organization, and schedules.
31. I am extremely nearsighted. My eye doctor "guesstimates" my eyesight to be 20/600 uncorrected. He says past a certain point, they can't actually be sure what it is. I am far past that point.
32. I hate wearing glasses. I wear my contacts all day every day and only put on my glasses right before bed.
33. I would like to have Lasik surgery but am wary - it's my EYES.
34. I have a very sensitive sense of smell. I sometimes drive people crazy with my constant comments on smells, especially bad ones.
35. Almost every perfume I've ever tried smells bad on me. I have found one I like and have used it exclusively for about 10 or 12 years.
36. It has become my signature scent and people recognize me by it, sometimes before they see me. It is not strong, just mine.
37. I have been in therapy. I recommend it.
38. I was married at 22.
39. I was divorced at 32.
40. My ex-husband is very angry at me but we try to get along for the sake of our children.
41. The dentist scares me.
42. I brush my teeth at least three times a day. Sometimes more.
43. I test at a high level of intelligence but that might surprise people who knew me in school.
44. In school I was an underachiever who was just biding her time until takeoff.
45. I try to be funny but my humor is sometimes seen as sarcasm. It could be.
46. I enjoy thunder storms.
47. I don't mind "falling back" and having darkness arrive earlier.
48. I love the ocean. I miss living near it.
49. I had never been to Disney World until I took my children when I was 34.
50. I love traveling and wish I had the finances and time to do more of it.
51. I dye my hair. It's a similar shade to my own only with a little more "oomph". I am covering the gray which appeared when I was just 29.
52. My hair is wavy at the bottom, which I hate.
53. My eyes seem to change color. The postman and each child all have different answers for what color my eyes are. I just say they are Hazel.
54. I work from home for a hospital about two hours away. I travel there about twice a month.
55. I oppose the war.
56. I support and respect our troops.
57. I have a thing for dolphins.
58. My children have been swimming with dolphins. I have not.
59. I drive a small SUV but wish I didn't have to. A sedan just wasn't big enough.
60. I used to own a mini-van. I cannot bring myself to do that again.
61. My toenails are always polished. Always.
62. I get my fingernails done at a salon. Seems to contradict # 27, doesn't it?
63. I love chocolate. Anything chocolate.
64. I am still a little bit afraid of the dark.
65. I have a friend who believes I'm of Greek heritage because she saw a child in Athens who was the spitting image of me. See #1.
66. Greece is on the list of places I'd like to visit.
67. I used to want to be a big city girl, living in New York.
68. I am glad I did not turn into that Big City Girl.
69. I am pro-choice.
70. I am fairly liberal, but have a few conservative beliefs also.
71. I am registered to vote as an Independent.
72. I am a proponent of equal rights.
73. I was raised Catholic but I no longer practice.
74. I do not claim to be any one particular religion.
75. I have a loud distinctive laugh. People either love it or hate it - there is no middle ground.
76. I am short.
77. I could not have any more children after my second child and I was ok with that.
78. I had a miscarriage on my daughter's second birthday. I don't think I will ever tell her.
79. I am easily bored.
80. I was first chair in the flute section my freshmen and sophomore year of HS. I quit band my junior year. See #44.
81. I don't remember any of the finger positions on a flute.
82. The TV show Will and Grace made me laugh out loud, even when I was watching alone. I have several seasons on DVD.
83. I am addicted to chapstick. They are in my car, in the bathroom, on the nightstand, in my coat pockets, and on my desk. There might be one in a cabinet in the kitchen.
84. I am careful when I speak. Words cannot be taken back once they are out there.
85. We have 4 dogs.
86. We have 2 cats.
87. I have ruled there are to be absolutely no more pets. Not even a fish.
88. I can be a clean freak. See # 30.
89. It's hard to be a clean freak with a yellow lab who sheds. Alot.
90. The yellow lab is my favorite dog. His name is Jake.
91. I love glitter. I'm like a fish.
92. It really bothers my mother that I live with a man out of wedlock. See # 73. She says it doesn't, but I know it does.
93. Snakes terrify me. Even pictures or on TV.
94. Not fond of spiders either.
95. I have bad dreams or nightmares probably an average of 2 or 3 times a week.
96. I drink too much diet soda and not enough water.
97. I am not too crafty although I want to be and I try.
98. I curse too much - but I try not to in front of my kids.
99. I have only worked for two organizations my entire adult life. One for 9 years and the other going on 11 years.
100.I am blessed.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Princesses and Legos
Every year my office adopts a family at Christmas time. Yesterday we received their wish lists. Every year I tear up when I read their lists. This year we have a mom and three children in one family, and we also requested a single older person. There was a note on the older lady's list stating she was quite needy but reluctant to ask for help. She listed things such as V-8 juice, coffee, and cat food. Both adults asked for help with utilities, heating oil, and/or grocery store gift cards.
I am so very blessed. I know this. I know this on a subconscious level - but it is good to have a reminder to bring it to the forefront of my mind once in a while.
Today I had some time to sort and wrap presents. I have wrapped only for the kids and the postman so far and I estimate that I've wrapped 40 gifts...with maybe 20 or so left to go. Granted, some are very inexpensive trinkets...but some are a bit costly. I am so very lucky that I could afford to get those things for them. Don't get me wrong....I am not what anyone would consider wealthy. I worry about money. But even so, I am able to provide for my children. How my heart breaks for mothers who may not be able to say the same. I wish I could buy everything on their lists and pay their utilities for the next year. My last conscious thought last night was "Maybe I'll win the Powerball tonight and then I can take care of all the items on the lists." (The fact that I didn't actually buy a ticket was sort of inconsequential in my mind - the postman always buys one and he has assured me he will share).
Tonight the kids and I headed out to purchase some of the items. I like my children to be involved so that on some level they might understand that they too are blessed. We got some clothes, lipgloss, legos, and play princess jewelry for the kids and we got cat food, coffee, paper towels, and V-8 for the older woman. I really wish I knew her size so I could buy her a sweater or some slippers or something cozy. Something useful besides just the basic needs she listed. We also bought cat food paper towels and bleach for the local animal shelter.
I love this part of the holiday season - the help, however small, that I am able to provide to others.
The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give. ~ Walt Whitman
I am so very blessed. I know this. I know this on a subconscious level - but it is good to have a reminder to bring it to the forefront of my mind once in a while.
Today I had some time to sort and wrap presents. I have wrapped only for the kids and the postman so far and I estimate that I've wrapped 40 gifts...with maybe 20 or so left to go. Granted, some are very inexpensive trinkets...but some are a bit costly. I am so very lucky that I could afford to get those things for them. Don't get me wrong....I am not what anyone would consider wealthy. I worry about money. But even so, I am able to provide for my children. How my heart breaks for mothers who may not be able to say the same. I wish I could buy everything on their lists and pay their utilities for the next year. My last conscious thought last night was "Maybe I'll win the Powerball tonight and then I can take care of all the items on the lists." (The fact that I didn't actually buy a ticket was sort of inconsequential in my mind - the postman always buys one and he has assured me he will share).
Tonight the kids and I headed out to purchase some of the items. I like my children to be involved so that on some level they might understand that they too are blessed. We got some clothes, lipgloss, legos, and play princess jewelry for the kids and we got cat food, coffee, paper towels, and V-8 for the older woman. I really wish I knew her size so I could buy her a sweater or some slippers or something cozy. Something useful besides just the basic needs she listed. We also bought cat food paper towels and bleach for the local animal shelter.
I love this part of the holiday season - the help, however small, that I am able to provide to others.
The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give. ~ Walt Whitman
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Decorating
Decorating begins today. I have put a few things out here and there...but today I am venturing out to put the lights and garland on the deck and the wreaths on the doors. This weekend I will put up the tree so the kids can decorate it.
I am in a pretty big funk. I generally love this time of year. I love giving, I love being charitable, I love the lights and the glitter and the feeling of togetherness. But something isn't quite right this year and I don't know what it is. Something feels "off".
I am bothered by the fact that I am bothered. I have my health as do my children and the postman. We have a nice home, we have what we need and a lot of what we want. Maybe it's the feeling of dread and doom...when things are going well we start to wonder when it will end. I'm not sure that it is....like I've said, I can't place my finger on what it is. I hope I snap out of it soon so I can enjoy the season.
I love Christmas and I really got in to the spirit of it - early on in the year usually. Maybe June, July, perhaps May or April, I would begin to talk about what we would do on Christmas. ~ Zooey Deschanel
I am in a pretty big funk. I generally love this time of year. I love giving, I love being charitable, I love the lights and the glitter and the feeling of togetherness. But something isn't quite right this year and I don't know what it is. Something feels "off".
I am bothered by the fact that I am bothered. I have my health as do my children and the postman. We have a nice home, we have what we need and a lot of what we want. Maybe it's the feeling of dread and doom...when things are going well we start to wonder when it will end. I'm not sure that it is....like I've said, I can't place my finger on what it is. I hope I snap out of it soon so I can enjoy the season.
I love Christmas and I really got in to the spirit of it - early on in the year usually. Maybe June, July, perhaps May or April, I would begin to talk about what we would do on Christmas. ~ Zooey Deschanel
Sunday, November 18, 2007
9 Days
I don't know how so much time has passed between posts...I apologize for the lapse.
I have been beyond busy...work, home, kids...it's all been crazy lately. I have a cold, which is not surprising given my schedule the last few weeks. I've been working extra - not only from home - I have driven in to the office on several occasions. My children have been busy with activities, we've been preparing for the holidays.
I am looking forward to this holiday season. I am almost done with shopping so all that is left is decorating, wrapping, and cooking - activities that I truly enjoy!
Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence. ~ Erma Bombeck
I have been beyond busy...work, home, kids...it's all been crazy lately. I have a cold, which is not surprising given my schedule the last few weeks. I've been working extra - not only from home - I have driven in to the office on several occasions. My children have been busy with activities, we've been preparing for the holidays.
I am looking forward to this holiday season. I am almost done with shopping so all that is left is decorating, wrapping, and cooking - activities that I truly enjoy!
Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence. ~ Erma Bombeck
Friday, November 09, 2007
Gifted and Talented
We had parent/teacher conferences today. My daughter's teacher wants to have her tested for the Gifted and Talented program at her school.
Both kids got glowing comments as far as their behavior and social skills - I am very happy to hear that because right now they are both getting ready for bed after being yelled at for wrestling...which ended, as it invariably does, with one of them in tears.
I am an only child, so I am the first to admit that I don't have any experience to draw from when it comes to sibling relationships. Man! Do these two fight! Daily. Multiple times daily. They know exactly how to push each other's buttons...from swinging their book bags at each other or kicking dirt at each other while waiting for the bus to arguments over who sits where when they watch tv together. It makes me insane. I wonder if I get so annoyed because part of me thinks I am not raising them properly. When I truly think about that it doesn't quite make sense though - in school they seem to be models of citizenship. In fact, my son earned the citizenship award for his school last year. So why are they so awful to each other? Is it because it is "safe"? They know I will love them no matter how much they argue, or they know they will always have each other even when their dad and I are gone? Whatever the reason, I do wish that we could go one day, at least once in a while, without a Battle Royale.
If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child. ~Linda Sunshine
Both kids got glowing comments as far as their behavior and social skills - I am very happy to hear that because right now they are both getting ready for bed after being yelled at for wrestling...which ended, as it invariably does, with one of them in tears.
I am an only child, so I am the first to admit that I don't have any experience to draw from when it comes to sibling relationships. Man! Do these two fight! Daily. Multiple times daily. They know exactly how to push each other's buttons...from swinging their book bags at each other or kicking dirt at each other while waiting for the bus to arguments over who sits where when they watch tv together. It makes me insane. I wonder if I get so annoyed because part of me thinks I am not raising them properly. When I truly think about that it doesn't quite make sense though - in school they seem to be models of citizenship. In fact, my son earned the citizenship award for his school last year. So why are they so awful to each other? Is it because it is "safe"? They know I will love them no matter how much they argue, or they know they will always have each other even when their dad and I are gone? Whatever the reason, I do wish that we could go one day, at least once in a while, without a Battle Royale.
If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child. ~Linda Sunshine
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Sailboats and broken hearts
I had a dream last night that the postman had a beautiful sailboat that he never told me about because he had spent a good deal of time on it with his former wife and wanted to keep those memories private.
Hm.
I don't like dreams that put me in a bad mood right upon waking. I know how ridiculous that is.
I know why I had the dream...or at least partly why. I have a dear friend who is having her heart broken. For privacy, I won't reveal too many details. She told me yesterday that she is involved in a relationship that most likely will not work and they are at the point where they are realizing that unlikelihood. Still, even with that rational realization, her heart breaks for what might have been. My heart broke for her as she told me.
The one good thing that may come from this is that she will realize just how beautiful she is - inside and out (what a cliche!) and that there is someone who fits perfectly.
Love is like a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together. ~Author Unknown
Hm.
I don't like dreams that put me in a bad mood right upon waking. I know how ridiculous that is.
I know why I had the dream...or at least partly why. I have a dear friend who is having her heart broken. For privacy, I won't reveal too many details. She told me yesterday that she is involved in a relationship that most likely will not work and they are at the point where they are realizing that unlikelihood. Still, even with that rational realization, her heart breaks for what might have been. My heart broke for her as she told me.
The one good thing that may come from this is that she will realize just how beautiful she is - inside and out (what a cliche!) and that there is someone who fits perfectly.
Love is like a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together. ~Author Unknown
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