Mar 20 2007

Updatey-type bullets…kind of…

There are times when this blog helps me with my life. I can think things though, have a sounding board, a place to vent. And I love it, and look forward to the time in the day when I can write. Then there are the times when it’s just another obligation in a day that already feels overburdened, and I start to hate it just a little. Often this happens in times when I either just don’t know what to write or when there’s so much that I don’t know where to begin or how to sort it.

Lately, I’ve been having a bit of both. There is so much happening right now, but I don’t know where to start writing about it and I don’t think it’d be all that interesting even if I did. It would mainly sound like this:

trivial stuff I did today,
minor, boring observation,
trivial junk,
tell me how cute my kid is/awesome I am,
more trivial shit.

And do you really want to see that? Honestly, I’m sparing you.

So here’s the state of things right now:

  • We are moving. Slowly. We (I) pack a little each night. I have no idea how we’re going to get it all to the new house.
  • We have been seriously lax in the care of our poor dog because we’ve been so crazy-busy. She needs eye drops everyday because of her chronic eye condition. The drops ran out, the pharmacy lost our record for refills, and we had no time/money to take her to the vet. Her eyes got so bad that she wasn’t opening them unless it was absolutely necessary. I finally was able to take her yesterday. Not only was her pannus (eye condition) as bad as I’ve ever seen it, but she had been squinting so hard that she had developed ulcers on her eyeball. So now she’s in a plastic collar- the huge “no-lick” type- on pain killers, tranquilizers, antibiotic eye drops, and her regular meds. Ugh. Because she’s loopy and not used to the collar, she’s walking into everything and everybody in the house.
  • I forgot my dad’s birthday is tomorrow. Fuck. I’ll be staying up really late tonight making his favorite pie- strawberry rhubarb.
  • Cole will not stop asking for “Melmo” whenever we are home. I don’t want him watching so much tv, even if it’s in movie form. I want him to play. However, I also want to be able to make dinner, clean, and pack, which are much harder to do without the singing, dancing, 4 year old, red monster’s help.
  • I’ve taken on an entirely new task at work. It’s been time consuming. It’s also been rife with drama due to it really being someone else’s responsibility, but they were not taking care of it so it was passed to me. And now I’m getting praise for doing a good job and the other person is feeling very threatened and blaming it on me. But it’s been fun, and I wish it was something that I could do more often (the project, not the drama).
  • I just spent a lot of money on fencing material. Money we don’t have. It’s a bad, bad feeling, but we really need a fence. I didn’t know what else to do.
  • I still don’t have my damn car back.
  • (edited to add)My parents are not living with us anymore. They were good house-guests, really. The dishes sure got done more often! Still, I’m glad they’re gone. Their house is looking amazing- everything is finished except for the counters. We’ve been over to visit a few times now and to watch their ginormous new tv. That actually gets channels! It also gets Sirius radio and we boogied our behinds off one night to a latin channel. It was awesome.

I have been reading other’s blogs when I get the chance. Usually, though, I get just enough chance to read and not quite enough to comment. It’s not really fair. Sorry.

I’d really like to get back into writing here every week day. Can you help me out? Will you send me some questions so that I can get back into the swing of things? You guys are awesome and I’m sure that you could come up with some good ones. If you’d like, you can ask me for the same thing!

Mar 14 2007


I’ve been gone for two days. What, you didn’t notice?

Cole got sick on Sund

Wait a minute. I was writing and then my whole train of thought just completely derailed because I got a call saying that we are home owners as of tomorrow. TOMORROW.

Omigawd. It’s all over but the keys. Is this shock? Is this what that feels like?

I own a home. I own a home. I own a home.

I’m gonna barf…

Look at the cute! They’re rubbing heads. Awwwww….

Wow. Okay. I’m slightly better now.

So… we were at the Celtic Faire all weekend. It was a perfect weekend weather-wise; sunny, mid-70′s, not too breezy. Gorgeous. John and Cole were with me on Saturday, but trying to chase after a toddler while wearing full belly-dance garb was a little more of a challenge than I was prepared for, plus Cole came down with a fever, so they stayed home on Sunday.

I got lots of compliments, boosting my ego nicely (but temporarily). Cole got most of the attention. Sadly, I forgot to take a picture of him in his garb in the morning, it was not historically accurate for me to be toting a digital camera, and he was asleep by the time we got home, so I have no pictures. I’m counting on the others in the group who were able to snap a few. I hope. But take my word for it- he and one little girl stole all of the attention. They were absolutely precious.

I will say that I certainly got more attention on Sunday, being unburdened by husband and child. It wasn’t exactly welcome (inviting me to drink beer at 10 am), but it was pretty harmless. Faires are kind of slutty. It’s like it’s a special episode of “Nerds Gone Wild” or something.

I got to hang out with a lot of great people, which is mostly what this belly-dancing thing is about for me. I call it a success.

But then Cole’s fever was too high to take him to daycare on Monday, leaving me with no choice but to skip work. Also, he barfed. In my car. Directly on the seat. He hardly got a drop on himself. Smart kid.

Then I found a little sore in his mouth. I took him to the doctor and he said that it was unlikely, but it could be hand, foot, and mouth disease.


So I had to keep him home yesterday to observe and make sure that it didn’t progress (it didn’t) and that the doctor was killing me with precaution (he was). The sore was because he had gotten ahold of something sharp and bitten down, causing a little sore where it punctured his gums- really no big deal (and I paid $30 to see that doctor for THAT?!).

I tried to work from home with limited success. I got some stuff done while he was napping and during a really great mothering moment (the Elmo in Grouchland movie and a cookie- aren’t you SO proud of my parenting skills?).

He’s back at school today. He happily waved bye-bye.

Do you see the tiny faux-Crocs? Do you see them? Aak!
I hate them on adults, but they are the perfect toddler shoe for summer.

And in other news- we now own a house. What? I already covered that?

Oh. Right.

(I love you so much.)

(I’m updating to say that I now have the keys and the garage door opener in my sweaty little hands!! HEE!!)

Mar 09 2007

Can I have a nap now?

The crazy, crazy days.

It has been non-stop this week. I spent the last two days working on one project. The frustrating thing is that it wouldn’t have been such a rush if OTHER people had been doing their jobs properly. As it was, I had less than two days to about a week’s worth of work. Sucks.

Plus, we hired a new admin last week and she had her first day on Monday. She had her last day on Thursday. Yeah- she was THAT BAD.

Also, I have my year review today. I love revisiting my failings. It really gives a girl energy to go! Go! GO!

At home we’ve been crazily busy too. We have Celtic Faire this weekend which meant a long practice last Sunday, practice on Tuesday, and long hours of sewing. In the past week I have made: a gwazee coat for me, a shirt for Cole, and pants and a vest for John. That’s a lot of sewing! I still would like to get coins sewn on my dance bra before tomorrow (can I get a HA!).

Crazy, crazy, crazy…

Oh yeah- and we have to sign our loan papers at lunch today. That should be a blast!

Mar 06 2007


It’s a beautiful day, folks.

The sun is shining, we have the doors open and can hear the chirping birds, the pear I’m eating is delicious, and I just got a really nice pay raise! If those things can’t get a girl out of the dumps, I don’t know what could.

Mar 05 2007

(Insert insane giggle here)

It looks like the house is going through. I’m so stressed out that that’s all I can say on the matter for the moment.

In other Really! Fun! News!: A deer decided that this life was just not worth living and committed suicide on my car on Saturday night. It ran out from the side of the road directly into my car. It broke its neck. I called CHP to come make sure it was dead and drag it from the road.

The driver’s side headlight is smashed and that fender is shoved back. Now I have to pay $200 (before insurance kicks in) that I wasn’t exactly counting into our budget. It also means that, until I get the car fixed, I will be o-so-gracefully climbing in and out of the passenger’s side. WHOOPEE!!

I got to see two pictures from the belly-dance photo shoot that was done a couple of weekends ago. Although my face looks… okay… I am, indeed, a fat cow. Please tell me that I can blame it all on the camera adding pounds. It adds about 20, right?

Next weekend I get to show off my rubenesque-ness at the Celtic Faire. For two days. All day. All I can say is it better not fucking snow.

I am in the dumps. My stress is manifesting in physical ways. I really need a break. Help.

Mar 02 2007

I think I’ll change my name to Velveeta.

Last night John and I watched Idiocracy. And, oh my, it was funny. But it was also very, very scary. I mean VERY scary. It was all too real. I found myself thinking “Hmm… That’s just about happening now.” It also made me want to go out and have more babies. Either that or start sterilizing people.

Some quotes:

President Camacho: Shit. I know shit’s bad right now, with all that starving bullshit, and the dust storms, and we are running out of french fries and burrito covers. But I got a solution.
South Carolina Representative # 1: That’s what you said last time, dipshit!
South Carolina Representative # 2: Yeah, I got a solution- you’re a dick! South Carolina, what’s up!

Pvt. Joe Bowers: [Addressing Congress] There was a time when reading wasn’t just for fags. And neither was writing. People wrote books and movies. Movies with stories, that made you care about who’s ass it was and why it was farting. And I believe that time can come again!

So yes- worth seeing. Though later that night I made some little mistakes/fumbles and I started thinking “Oh mi gawd- I’m becoming like them! I’m getting stupider and shit! And, like, yeah! Yo- what’s up wit the Ecomony? Dude, scrote, I’m gonna go drink some Brawndo. With electrolytes. Cause it’s what plants crave. Fuck You! Peace.”

(Oh- just watch the movie. You’ll get it.)

Mar 01 2007

Today’s post is brought to you by the letter “N”

On Tuesday night we had snow. Not as much snow as we’ve had before, but it was still a lot- 6 inches in one night.

On Wednesday the power was out at work and we were slightly stuck (at least in the morning) at our house. Work closed for the day because nobody could get anything done.

So we have: pretty snow, a day off, and a very curious and adventurous toddler. And what happens?

My damn camera batteries die. All I got was one stinkin picture.

He was so cute. He thought it was hilarious when his shoes got covered with snow and he really got into eating it. I made sure he only ate good snow. It’s a good thing, too, because I noticed last night that my dog doesn’t seem to notice the difference between the yard and the deck now that there’s snow over everything. She’s been peeing on the deck. It’s probably easier for her. I understand, I just don’t like it.

On Tuesday night, while it was snowing so hard outside, Cole took a nice warm bath. It wasn’t unusual in any way except that he decided to give himself a hat. And it stayed on for a long time:

MOM! Don’t take a picture of my weenis!

It’s a rather jaunty little hat, I think.

He’s getting so big. Have I told you that he can now go get a Sesame Street video, put it in the vcr, and turn on the tv to watch it- ALL BY HIMSELF?! I don’t know whether to be proud and impressed at his abilities or really scared that the love affair with tv has started.

His daycare lady thinks he’s amazing too. She called me over the other day when I was picking him up and pointed to one of the other boys there. She said “He’s 20 months old and can’t do a lot of the stuff that Cole can do- and he’s really normal. Cole is SO smart- one of the smartest I’ve ever seen.”

On one hand I want to say “Well… let’s not compare kids. They all develop at their own pace.” But on the other hand I think “Of course he’s smart! Who ever doubted that? He’s a GENIUS!”

I do believe he’s smart. I’m not sure that I actually believe in genius. I really think that all kids/people have certain areas where they excel and, if you tested them only in those areas, may seem like geniuses. My step-grandfather seems like the worlds biggest nincompoop on most subjects, but he’s unbelievable when it comes to doing math in his head. He’s a carpet guy and he can do the math for your square footage in a second all in his head. I can’t do that, and I don’t think I’m generally thought of as stupid.

I also notice that a lot of people think their children are geniuses. You see it a lot on parenting forums. Can they really all be geniuses? I don’t think so. But are they maybe really really good at certain things? Sure- perhaps.

It’s normal for parents to think the best of their children. I mostly think it’s really good that they do- kids should know their parents are proud of them. But I think we take it too far when all of these kids grow up feeling like they have to live up to that level. Most of them will fail.

So I’ll never really say that my kid’s a genius. I can’t prove it. But I love the heck out of him anyway, no matter what.

So what things do your kids do that make you suspect that they might be one of the best and brightest?

Mar 01 2007


Thanks Hannah- This ROCKS.