I have always had an open door policy..Anyone can come over at any time...if they want to share out table, go for it. I always have enough food etc etc to go around.
Well....C1's 'girlfriend' seems to be taking advantage of this..or maybe it just annoys me cause she is a girl and they are 14? UGHHH
Let me back up a bit. First, I dont think you can say two 14yr old are 'dating'. Its just a term they use. I think they use it to scare the hell out of us while it really means nothing at all. This 14 yr old does not have a very good home life. Not abusive but 0 supervision and caring, etc etc. You know where I live, well, she lives down by the river and quite often shows up at my house after dark after walking by herself, never seems to have a curfew...often locked out cause they are not home...lost power for weeks when it was getting cold out...etc etc.
Great...just went downstairs, all the kids are down there, and found them SNUGGLYING in the big chair. THEY KNOW THIS IS AGAINST THE RULES!
Now C1 is grounded for his grades, she knows this, yet keeps just stopping by. I know she is walking...what am I supposed to do???
Do I tell her no and let her wander around in the cold and wet without even a winter jacket to keep her warm. Let her walk the 1+ mile home in the dark alone?
GROWL!!!
Now hubby will come home and give me an earful...telling me I'm to soft...I let him get away with anything etc etc. I'd like to see what he would do when she shows up at the door two seconds after he gets home, its raining and cold and dinner time...I'd like to see him turn her away...
BTW this is the second time she has showed up TODAY....
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Why do we put ourselves through this.....
Today I attended my very first wrestling match with C3. I have decided that I HATE wrestling.
I thought I would't like football...compared to wrestling, I LOVE football.
Let be preface this with this statement...I am not a competitive person. AT ALL. C1 is not a sports kids, C2 was a sports kid until it got competitive, then she quit cause she is to much like me. C3, VERY COMPETITIVE. And every time I type that word, I spell it wrong...see Karma at its best.
Most of you know that C3 is an asthmatic. (spelled that wrong to ) He is not your typical asthmatic...he doesn't have typical asthma attacks. He will be running around in the backyard but having severe trouble breathing and not know it. Its kinda a pain.
He wanted to play football this year...I said ok. I have always said that my kids can try everything once. Except when he asked to the ski jumping...I said NO! I signed him up for football and was there at every practice just in case. No I was not one of those moms and I apologize in advance if you are. I just am not. I sat at my car well away from where they were working out. I didn't want to watch my son get pummeled nor did I want to listen to some strange man yell at my son. So, I stayed away, but there.
Now he's into wrestling. I figured, well if he could do football wearing all of those pads and giant helmet in 95 degree heat, he could handle wrestling. Maybe it was me I was thinking could handle it. I go to every practice, but I sit in the hallway and knit. I dont really pay attention. I'm just there. Practice is difficult but fun to watch. They do cute little moves and jump around and tumble and fun stuff.
Then came his first meet. He lost all three matches? is that what they are called, but thats ok. His first match I think he didn't know what to expect so he lost. The second match he was seriously kicking butt. I mean he was treating the other kid like a tackling dummy! It was beautiful to watch. He was having a blast. Every time that kid stood up, C3 dove for his legs and took him down again. He wasn't sure what to do with him once he got him down, but that's ok. It was fun to watch. And just an fyi...his coaches had his inhaler at matside should he need it and they have been instructed. I dont sit close by during these..We were about half way up the bleachers. So, ref stands them up again, and C3 turns to walk towards the center and he is blue. Ok, maybe more PURPLE, but BLUE or PURPLE is a BAD color to be! KLP yells behind me, he's BLUE, I grab hubby and yell, 'HE CANT BREATH'. Hubby didn't touch one step the entire way down as he flew to C3's side. I grabbed my purple bag of med stuff and fly down after him. For whatever reason, there was a complete open path between me and the ground level. It was odd, either people saw what was going on or I stepped on top of people on the way down. :) Sorry if you were one of them!
I get to him as they coaches are reaching for his inhaler. They boy is now hyperventilating(holy crap, spelled that right the first time). He's breathing but very shallow and crying. I know the inhaler will do him any good now since he's gasping for breath...Dont worry, he lives and withing 10 minutes his color is back to normal. And get this...he only had 2 seconds left to the match, so he went out there gasping and crying for the last two seconds and tried to tackle the guy again. You see my problem here...can't breath but still fighting.
As I said, he's fine...he was breathing normal again very shortly afterwords and wrestled in his third match. (I was on the bottom bleacher that time). UGH!!!
I dont like this..not one little bit. Upon reflection, I believe that it was more of a panic thing than anything else. I think he got extremely winded (he said he got squished by the other boy) and then forgot to breath.
The rest of the meet was a very difficult one for me. Do I let him wrestle, do we quit, is he in danger, will his arm get bent behind his back so far it pops off? I mean HOLY CRAP. Who invented this sport anyway!??!!
No, that didn't actually happen to anyone today, but still. It looks horrible. This is a stupid sport. Its not like C3 is going to become a professional wrestler. The only pro wrestlers are in the WWE or something like that and over my dead body will he do that!
Why in the world am I subjecting myself to this mental anguish...not to mention sitting in extremely hot and smelly gyms for 4 hours every Sunday. I know this is supposed to teach them stuff, like winning and losing and discipline and self control. (especially after he pinched the boy in his last match on purpose!) But honestly, I hate this sport. Its horrible, its barbaric. However, he will continue to participate (sorry mom). He might not do as many meets as the other kids, but he will do the practices and matches will be watched very very closely. I dont want to teach him to be a quitter. Things are hard in life, painful and scary. We dont have the option of walking away and going home when that happens. We have to face it head on. We have to deal with the pain, the days we fell that we cannot catch our breath. I have to teach him that too...figuratively and literally. (spelled both those right the first time) But damnit this sucks. I dont want to do this. He's my last child...my little boy, my baby. I want to hug him and hold him and cuddle him and enjoy his youth even if he doesn't want to. Instead, I will be the good mom, I will wake him up at 6am on a Sunday, get him dressed, pack a cooler, warm the car, help him check in and pray that he doesn't not die while he wrestles.
Life Sucks.
I thought I would't like football...compared to wrestling, I LOVE football.
Let be preface this with this statement...I am not a competitive person. AT ALL. C1 is not a sports kids, C2 was a sports kid until it got competitive, then she quit cause she is to much like me. C3, VERY COMPETITIVE. And every time I type that word, I spell it wrong...see Karma at its best.
Most of you know that C3 is an asthmatic. (spelled that wrong to ) He is not your typical asthmatic...he doesn't have typical asthma attacks. He will be running around in the backyard but having severe trouble breathing and not know it. Its kinda a pain.
He wanted to play football this year...I said ok. I have always said that my kids can try everything once. Except when he asked to the ski jumping...I said NO! I signed him up for football and was there at every practice just in case. No I was not one of those moms and I apologize in advance if you are. I just am not. I sat at my car well away from where they were working out. I didn't want to watch my son get pummeled nor did I want to listen to some strange man yell at my son. So, I stayed away, but there.
Now he's into wrestling. I figured, well if he could do football wearing all of those pads and giant helmet in 95 degree heat, he could handle wrestling. Maybe it was me I was thinking could handle it. I go to every practice, but I sit in the hallway and knit. I dont really pay attention. I'm just there. Practice is difficult but fun to watch. They do cute little moves and jump around and tumble and fun stuff.
Then came his first meet. He lost all three matches? is that what they are called, but thats ok. His first match I think he didn't know what to expect so he lost. The second match he was seriously kicking butt. I mean he was treating the other kid like a tackling dummy! It was beautiful to watch. He was having a blast. Every time that kid stood up, C3 dove for his legs and took him down again. He wasn't sure what to do with him once he got him down, but that's ok. It was fun to watch. And just an fyi...his coaches had his inhaler at matside should he need it and they have been instructed. I dont sit close by during these..We were about half way up the bleachers. So, ref stands them up again, and C3 turns to walk towards the center and he is blue. Ok, maybe more PURPLE, but BLUE or PURPLE is a BAD color to be! KLP yells behind me, he's BLUE, I grab hubby and yell, 'HE CANT BREATH'. Hubby didn't touch one step the entire way down as he flew to C3's side. I grabbed my purple bag of med stuff and fly down after him. For whatever reason, there was a complete open path between me and the ground level. It was odd, either people saw what was going on or I stepped on top of people on the way down. :) Sorry if you were one of them!
I get to him as they coaches are reaching for his inhaler. They boy is now hyperventilating(holy crap, spelled that right the first time). He's breathing but very shallow and crying. I know the inhaler will do him any good now since he's gasping for breath...Dont worry, he lives and withing 10 minutes his color is back to normal. And get this...he only had 2 seconds left to the match, so he went out there gasping and crying for the last two seconds and tried to tackle the guy again. You see my problem here...can't breath but still fighting.
As I said, he's fine...he was breathing normal again very shortly afterwords and wrestled in his third match. (I was on the bottom bleacher that time). UGH!!!
I dont like this..not one little bit. Upon reflection, I believe that it was more of a panic thing than anything else. I think he got extremely winded (he said he got squished by the other boy) and then forgot to breath.
The rest of the meet was a very difficult one for me. Do I let him wrestle, do we quit, is he in danger, will his arm get bent behind his back so far it pops off? I mean HOLY CRAP. Who invented this sport anyway!??!!
No, that didn't actually happen to anyone today, but still. It looks horrible. This is a stupid sport. Its not like C3 is going to become a professional wrestler. The only pro wrestlers are in the WWE or something like that and over my dead body will he do that!
Why in the world am I subjecting myself to this mental anguish...not to mention sitting in extremely hot and smelly gyms for 4 hours every Sunday. I know this is supposed to teach them stuff, like winning and losing and discipline and self control. (especially after he pinched the boy in his last match on purpose!) But honestly, I hate this sport. Its horrible, its barbaric. However, he will continue to participate (sorry mom). He might not do as many meets as the other kids, but he will do the practices and matches will be watched very very closely. I dont want to teach him to be a quitter. Things are hard in life, painful and scary. We dont have the option of walking away and going home when that happens. We have to face it head on. We have to deal with the pain, the days we fell that we cannot catch our breath. I have to teach him that too...figuratively and literally. (spelled both those right the first time) But damnit this sucks. I dont want to do this. He's my last child...my little boy, my baby. I want to hug him and hold him and cuddle him and enjoy his youth even if he doesn't want to. Instead, I will be the good mom, I will wake him up at 6am on a Sunday, get him dressed, pack a cooler, warm the car, help him check in and pray that he doesn't not die while he wrestles.
Life Sucks.
Monday, September 26, 2011
A change of pace...
In light of my recent round of bitchiness...I have decided to tell a funny story...one that I was reminded of recently. I dont think many have heard this one.
It happened about 4 yrs ago.
Having three kids, its only natural for parents to lose their minds and buy them a pet...ours was a hamster. A master escape artist that was moved to an old fish tank to keep him from being eaten by our new puppy and because on his last escape, he chewed a huge hole in my wall. His name was Ben. Ben lived quite a long time in our house...about 3 yrs. He was cute, fuzzy and smelly. He was a riot when we put him in his ball and the dog batted him around the basement! Oh. come on...thats just plain funny!
Well, one evening after the kids were in bed, I noticed that Ben was not in his house. I picked him up and he as slightly cold. Not a good sign for a hamster. The next day when the older kids got home from school, I told them that I didn't think Ben was going to be with us much longer and perhaps they wanted to spend some time holding him. Fist up was C1. A very sensitive little boy who loves everything!.
So, He's sitting on the couch with Ben in his lap, sobbing, C1, not the hamster. C1 asks if he can call the vet and ask about Ben. Of course, this is the last think I really want to do, but being the good parent, I say sure, and dial up the vet and hand the phone over to C1. God Bless the people at the vet. They were so nice to C1, who was crying on the phone telling them that his hamster was dying. Then, C1 asks if we can bring Ben to them. DOH! Didn't see that one coming! All I could picture is $82 bucks out the window on a stupid dying hamster. But, again, being the good parent, we load everyone up in the car and head out. Now, C1 and C2 are in the way way back of the car and C1 is holding Ben in his lap crying as we are driving to the vet. C2 is crying also and C3 who is about three years old is very excited about a train passing by.
Suddenly, C1 cries out that Ben is breathing all funny! OH Shit! I so do not need Ben dying in C1's lap. And, C1 is in the way way back....I can't reach him. So, i do the next best thing...I tell C1 to wrap Ben up in the dishtowel his is resting in and kinda toss him up to me. Yes, I know....ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..but its all part of being a mom right!.
So now we are still driving to the vets office with C1 and C2 sobbing in the way way back, C3 shouting about a train, and me with a dying hamster in my lap! LORDY!
We pull into the vets parking lot, and I kid you not, the damn thing dies right there and then! I inform the kids that Ben didn't make it and I was going to go into the office and let them know. I also figured as long as I was there, I could put up puppies heart worm meds. So I go in and tell them thank you very much, but Ben died in their parking lot. With that C1 comes in the door and asks if Ben is alive again. All I could picture was them pulling out the little hamster paddles, yelling 'CLEAR' and shocking him back to live! I almost burst out laughing. It was horrible! I tell C1 no, I"m sorry, Ben is still dead. Actually, I had left Ben on the front seat of the car, just didn't tell them that.
So, now we are on our way home.....C1 and C2 are sobbing, C3 is so excited because another train is driving by and I have a DEAD hamster in my lap.
Now to add insult to injury...I must not have been paying attention to something because next thing I know there is a cop behind me with his lights on. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! So, I pull over, trying to figure out how to explain the sobbing children and the dead rodent in my lap.
Offices walks up to my car, I'm sure wondering about the sobbing children...look in the widow at them, C3 is now excited cause there are flashing lights behind us. Cops looks in my window....doesn't speak, looks in the back seat, glances at the dead hamster in my lap...pauses....says, 'Good Luck' and walks away. He must have been a dad too! Can you just imagine what he said back at his cop house?!!!!
So, we arrive back home...C3, not getting the concept of death, wants to put Ben back in his house, the puppy wants to eat it and C1 and C2 are still sobbing.
Hubby comes home...we have a funeral. Now, it hadn't rained for about 78 years, so the ground is like a rock. Hubby gets our pick axe to start a hole. C1, make a death shroud out of paper towels. I was not burying my dishtowel! We put Ben in the hole, and start filling with dirt. C2 reminds hubby to leave enough room for him to breath....hubby fills hole and stops down on the top to level it out...C2 yells at him to stop because he's squishing him!
Hubby looks at me...says what's for dinner....You know how sometimes we can actually get a death ray laser look to shoot out of our eyes for certain infractions......
We had McDonalds for dinner that night.
It happened about 4 yrs ago.
Having three kids, its only natural for parents to lose their minds and buy them a pet...ours was a hamster. A master escape artist that was moved to an old fish tank to keep him from being eaten by our new puppy and because on his last escape, he chewed a huge hole in my wall. His name was Ben. Ben lived quite a long time in our house...about 3 yrs. He was cute, fuzzy and smelly. He was a riot when we put him in his ball and the dog batted him around the basement! Oh. come on...thats just plain funny!
Well, one evening after the kids were in bed, I noticed that Ben was not in his house. I picked him up and he as slightly cold. Not a good sign for a hamster. The next day when the older kids got home from school, I told them that I didn't think Ben was going to be with us much longer and perhaps they wanted to spend some time holding him. Fist up was C1. A very sensitive little boy who loves everything!.
So, He's sitting on the couch with Ben in his lap, sobbing, C1, not the hamster. C1 asks if he can call the vet and ask about Ben. Of course, this is the last think I really want to do, but being the good parent, I say sure, and dial up the vet and hand the phone over to C1. God Bless the people at the vet. They were so nice to C1, who was crying on the phone telling them that his hamster was dying. Then, C1 asks if we can bring Ben to them. DOH! Didn't see that one coming! All I could picture is $82 bucks out the window on a stupid dying hamster. But, again, being the good parent, we load everyone up in the car and head out. Now, C1 and C2 are in the way way back of the car and C1 is holding Ben in his lap crying as we are driving to the vet. C2 is crying also and C3 who is about three years old is very excited about a train passing by.
Suddenly, C1 cries out that Ben is breathing all funny! OH Shit! I so do not need Ben dying in C1's lap. And, C1 is in the way way back....I can't reach him. So, i do the next best thing...I tell C1 to wrap Ben up in the dishtowel his is resting in and kinda toss him up to me. Yes, I know....ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..but its all part of being a mom right!.
So now we are still driving to the vets office with C1 and C2 sobbing in the way way back, C3 shouting about a train, and me with a dying hamster in my lap! LORDY!
We pull into the vets parking lot, and I kid you not, the damn thing dies right there and then! I inform the kids that Ben didn't make it and I was going to go into the office and let them know. I also figured as long as I was there, I could put up puppies heart worm meds. So I go in and tell them thank you very much, but Ben died in their parking lot. With that C1 comes in the door and asks if Ben is alive again. All I could picture was them pulling out the little hamster paddles, yelling 'CLEAR' and shocking him back to live! I almost burst out laughing. It was horrible! I tell C1 no, I"m sorry, Ben is still dead. Actually, I had left Ben on the front seat of the car, just didn't tell them that.
So, now we are on our way home.....C1 and C2 are sobbing, C3 is so excited because another train is driving by and I have a DEAD hamster in my lap.
Now to add insult to injury...I must not have been paying attention to something because next thing I know there is a cop behind me with his lights on. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! So, I pull over, trying to figure out how to explain the sobbing children and the dead rodent in my lap.
Offices walks up to my car, I'm sure wondering about the sobbing children...look in the widow at them, C3 is now excited cause there are flashing lights behind us. Cops looks in my window....doesn't speak, looks in the back seat, glances at the dead hamster in my lap...pauses....says, 'Good Luck' and walks away. He must have been a dad too! Can you just imagine what he said back at his cop house?!!!!
So, we arrive back home...C3, not getting the concept of death, wants to put Ben back in his house, the puppy wants to eat it and C1 and C2 are still sobbing.
Hubby comes home...we have a funeral. Now, it hadn't rained for about 78 years, so the ground is like a rock. Hubby gets our pick axe to start a hole. C1, make a death shroud out of paper towels. I was not burying my dishtowel! We put Ben in the hole, and start filling with dirt. C2 reminds hubby to leave enough room for him to breath....hubby fills hole and stops down on the top to level it out...C2 yells at him to stop because he's squishing him!
Hubby looks at me...says what's for dinner....You know how sometimes we can actually get a death ray laser look to shoot out of our eyes for certain infractions......
We had McDonalds for dinner that night.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
What is my role in all this....?
As some of you, ok many of you, I dont care who knows it anymore, my husband was laid off for the second time in two years. Hey, people in foreign companies need jobs too right. *grumble*
Maybe he should market himself as the new Extraordinaire Outsourcing Job Trainer!
But here I am again...although a little different. Last time he was unemployed, it was summer and I had the kids to keep me active. This time, kids are in school and he is in my house all day! AT MY KITCHEN TABLE!
So, what is my role now? I am still mom, chauffeur, Nurse, Homework helper, Laundry Technician, etc etc etc...but now I am also The Ego stoker too.
Dont get me wrong....I do understand what he is going through..I was once laid off of my professional job. It sucked and was embarrassing..but we had another income, so we survived. I get it more than he knows that we are in dire straights. Well, not quite...but in a blink of an eye, we could be living out of our car. I think most people are in the same boat. You can survived a month or two and then... We can survived a bit longer than that and I have full confidence that we will be employed before we start picking out who will sleep in which car.
I digress.. again....as usual...
My husband is home.. at my kitchen table for 18 hours a day, looking for jobs. YIPPEEE! but it took me a week of nagging for him to get one bin down out of the attic. Do you see my frustration here? I know he has to look for a job and the only way we will be employed again, is for him to sit at my kitchen table for 18 hours a day looking for one...but damnit..Can you get the two bins out of the garage and put them in the attic for me.
This sounds so petty and stupid. Did I mention that he is at my kitchen table 18 hours a day 7 days a week. Am I asking to much...for five minutes here and there to help me with something? Do I feel guilty for being so petty and annoyed at him for not helping me around the house when he is in the house? I mean you heard the dryer buzz, why can't you just take 3 minutes to switch loads...I will fold it but come one.
This is petty and stupid. I am annoyed and cranky. I swear right here and now...when my husband finds a new job, if they outsource it again, I will personally find the guy that ordered it and bitch slap him!
Maybe he should market himself as the new Extraordinaire Outsourcing Job Trainer!
But here I am again...although a little different. Last time he was unemployed, it was summer and I had the kids to keep me active. This time, kids are in school and he is in my house all day! AT MY KITCHEN TABLE!
So, what is my role now? I am still mom, chauffeur, Nurse, Homework helper, Laundry Technician, etc etc etc...but now I am also The Ego stoker too.
Dont get me wrong....I do understand what he is going through..I was once laid off of my professional job. It sucked and was embarrassing..but we had another income, so we survived. I get it more than he knows that we are in dire straights. Well, not quite...but in a blink of an eye, we could be living out of our car. I think most people are in the same boat. You can survived a month or two and then... We can survived a bit longer than that and I have full confidence that we will be employed before we start picking out who will sleep in which car.
I digress.. again....as usual...
My husband is home.. at my kitchen table for 18 hours a day, looking for jobs. YIPPEEE! but it took me a week of nagging for him to get one bin down out of the attic. Do you see my frustration here? I know he has to look for a job and the only way we will be employed again, is for him to sit at my kitchen table for 18 hours a day looking for one...but damnit..Can you get the two bins out of the garage and put them in the attic for me.
This sounds so petty and stupid. Did I mention that he is at my kitchen table 18 hours a day 7 days a week. Am I asking to much...for five minutes here and there to help me with something? Do I feel guilty for being so petty and annoyed at him for not helping me around the house when he is in the house? I mean you heard the dryer buzz, why can't you just take 3 minutes to switch loads...I will fold it but come one.
This is petty and stupid. I am annoyed and cranky. I swear right here and now...when my husband finds a new job, if they outsource it again, I will personally find the guy that ordered it and bitch slap him!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
My Irish is definately up this time!
I know big surprise. Let me start by saying I am not anti teacher, anti board, or anti admin. I see all sides of it. And I'm going to rant and rave about all of it.
First the board. I am going to defend them. A petition is going around for a vote of no confidence against the board. why? Because they have said their piece and they are sticking to their guns. NO matter how many times C3 asks for ice cream before bed, I am going to say no and I am not going to relent. So, C3 goes to bed mad at me and hates me. Oh well. I have to do what is right, regardless of how he FEELS about it. Guess what...the dist is broke. NO matter how big a tantrum we throw, it doesn't change the facts. I feel bad for the board members. Especially the ones who said 10 years ago not to give the teacher a new contract that was padded with gold because in the long run we couldn't afford it and not to build new schools because there was no money and we might not win the lottery. Oh wait..I'm going to go out and buy a 100K car because I just bought a lotto ticket. Damn, didn't win. Have to sell the car or something else to make up for it!
Admin...whatever...There are always to many cooks in the kitchen wherever you go. That is why big companies clean house once in a while. To many VP's. So they come through and fire them all and rebuild. Such is life
Teacher...oh I am annoyed at teachers. NOT ALL OF THEM AND I AM NOT ANTI TEACHER, SO BACK OFF!. The real world sucks people. Welcome to it. You have a difficult job. I totally agree to that. Lots of hours, kids who are a pain, parents who are worse. But...this has been the job description for teachers since teaching existed! This IS NOT A SURPRISE!. You have to work long hours, work at home, sometimes on the weekends, work through your lunch hour...sometimes not have time to get up from your desk to use the bathroom. Wait, this sounds just like my husbands job...probably a lot of our husbands jobs, or not to be sexists, our job. ITS CALLED WORK! How bout trying it someday.
oh I bet that last sentence ticked off some people!
Here is why I am mad a teachers. We have a gym teacher making 108K a year. Yes, its teaching, but its GYM! I'm sorry, but honestly, its only GYM! There are no new ways to learn how to hit a volleyball is there? Did you have to get your masters to teach kickball? When they came out with new textbooks, did you have to re do your plans...oh wait, gym doesn't have text books cause its GYM! I know, I am making light of the gym teachers out there, buts its GYM!
Last year, C3 had his math homework graded and sent home once a month. Yes, that's right, once a month! That's one teacher who only worked 5 hours a day!
This year, C2 brought home spelling paper with 100% and EXCELLENT written across the top. She had to write sentences that contained a word that started with the letter A. And guess what, She know hows to spell across and are! We are so proud! C3's spelling words are harder than that. C3 is in 2nd grade and C2 is in 6TH!!! But the kicker is, she got 100% but there were 7 spelling and grammatical errors! Lazy Lazy Lazy teacher!!!!
Hey board members, remember at the meeting that was overflowing and people were yelling at you. You had a presentation up and most of it was right but a few things were wrong. And you were yelled at for it. It was thrown in your face! However, some of our teachers are teaching my child that its ok to get most of it right. What do you think board members...
Pay cuts...hey teachers...life sucks. NO one should have to take a pay cut! Its is horrible. And Ms. Whiny teacher who keeps complaining that she will lose her house if she takes a pay cut...and her students wont be able to stop by and say hi anymore TOUGH SHIT!
Wow...I am angry..Wish my fingers could type as fast as my thoughts are flying...I am angry..Friday, my husband will be unemployed. We have no severance. We have no unemployment pay. We are just dead in the water. My husband would have gladly taken a pay cut!!! So, Ms. Whiny teacher...welcome to life. If you are going to lose your house because of a pay cut, perhaps you overextended yourself in the first place! Turn off your cable! Shut down your cell phone, shop second hand...IN OTHER WORDS, WELCOME TO LIFE!
Whew...that should have made me feel better, ranting that is, but it just made me sad....
First the board. I am going to defend them. A petition is going around for a vote of no confidence against the board. why? Because they have said their piece and they are sticking to their guns. NO matter how many times C3 asks for ice cream before bed, I am going to say no and I am not going to relent. So, C3 goes to bed mad at me and hates me. Oh well. I have to do what is right, regardless of how he FEELS about it. Guess what...the dist is broke. NO matter how big a tantrum we throw, it doesn't change the facts. I feel bad for the board members. Especially the ones who said 10 years ago not to give the teacher a new contract that was padded with gold because in the long run we couldn't afford it and not to build new schools because there was no money and we might not win the lottery. Oh wait..I'm going to go out and buy a 100K car because I just bought a lotto ticket. Damn, didn't win. Have to sell the car or something else to make up for it!
Admin...whatever...There are always to many cooks in the kitchen wherever you go. That is why big companies clean house once in a while. To many VP's. So they come through and fire them all and rebuild. Such is life
Teacher...oh I am annoyed at teachers. NOT ALL OF THEM AND I AM NOT ANTI TEACHER, SO BACK OFF!. The real world sucks people. Welcome to it. You have a difficult job. I totally agree to that. Lots of hours, kids who are a pain, parents who are worse. But...this has been the job description for teachers since teaching existed! This IS NOT A SURPRISE!. You have to work long hours, work at home, sometimes on the weekends, work through your lunch hour...sometimes not have time to get up from your desk to use the bathroom. Wait, this sounds just like my husbands job...probably a lot of our husbands jobs, or not to be sexists, our job. ITS CALLED WORK! How bout trying it someday.
oh I bet that last sentence ticked off some people!
Here is why I am mad a teachers. We have a gym teacher making 108K a year. Yes, its teaching, but its GYM! I'm sorry, but honestly, its only GYM! There are no new ways to learn how to hit a volleyball is there? Did you have to get your masters to teach kickball? When they came out with new textbooks, did you have to re do your plans...oh wait, gym doesn't have text books cause its GYM! I know, I am making light of the gym teachers out there, buts its GYM!
Last year, C3 had his math homework graded and sent home once a month. Yes, that's right, once a month! That's one teacher who only worked 5 hours a day!
This year, C2 brought home spelling paper with 100% and EXCELLENT written across the top. She had to write sentences that contained a word that started with the letter A. And guess what, She know hows to spell across and are! We are so proud! C3's spelling words are harder than that. C3 is in 2nd grade and C2 is in 6TH!!! But the kicker is, she got 100% but there were 7 spelling and grammatical errors! Lazy Lazy Lazy teacher!!!!
Hey board members, remember at the meeting that was overflowing and people were yelling at you. You had a presentation up and most of it was right but a few things were wrong. And you were yelled at for it. It was thrown in your face! However, some of our teachers are teaching my child that its ok to get most of it right. What do you think board members...
Pay cuts...hey teachers...life sucks. NO one should have to take a pay cut! Its is horrible. And Ms. Whiny teacher who keeps complaining that she will lose her house if she takes a pay cut...and her students wont be able to stop by and say hi anymore TOUGH SHIT!
Wow...I am angry..Wish my fingers could type as fast as my thoughts are flying...I am angry..Friday, my husband will be unemployed. We have no severance. We have no unemployment pay. We are just dead in the water. My husband would have gladly taken a pay cut!!! So, Ms. Whiny teacher...welcome to life. If you are going to lose your house because of a pay cut, perhaps you overextended yourself in the first place! Turn off your cable! Shut down your cell phone, shop second hand...IN OTHER WORDS, WELCOME TO LIFE!
Whew...that should have made me feel better, ranting that is, but it just made me sad....
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!
I am so fed up in more ways than one!
First...Children....(big surprise)
Dear Children,
every single time you start arguing with either eachother or even think about questioning me, you WILL be sent to your room. I am the parent you are the dumb child. If I say no, I HAVE A GOOD REASON AND I DONT NEED TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU!
Love Mom
To C1..one more bit of attitude, and that long hair that you are hiding behind is GONE!
C2. cause i said so
c3 stop growling at people, its not nice
Now on to the world in general. WTF! For the second time in two years we are waiting to see if we will be unemployed next week. Actually, we will be unemployed next week. Why you ask...because yet another American company has seen fit to take my hubbies job and ship it overseas. WTF!!! Screw the business world! There is nothing safe in it anymore. I going to send my children to computer repair, or appliance or car repair school. Lord knows you cannot ship that overseas and it will always be needed! So now, after more interviews than we can count, I truly dont know how he keeps them all straight, we are waiting. He has had three with one company...now one of the guys is traveling. LORD MAN! dont you have a phone. Call someone. make a damn decision! And no, I am not just ticked off because the Midwest Yarn Expo is her this weekend and I had planned on going and spending money. Well, ok maybe that i a little bit of it. I'm going anyway, but cant spend any money! DAMNIT!
I am so fed up with this. I am fed up with arguing children, yes at least they are in school for 6+ hours, but then they come home and lordy do I pay for it!
I am fed up with this whole job crap...and no its not just about being able to spend money on stupid things, like yarn, *gasp...yarn is not stupid!* but its about being comfortable with anything. Do buy C3 new socks, or wait because we might need that 10$ for food. Did I mention that we dont get unemployment! CRAP!
I am annoyed because my lawnmower is busted. I am using my neighbors, I know she doesn't mind, but I do. And the repair guy is not answering his phone. So what to do what to do. I dont think its worth fixing, but I cant go out and replace it. GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
I am so annoyed at life right now......I could just scream...but we have new neighbors, and it just might frighten them away.
Dear Mr. Corporate dude who has our lives in your hand right now
Please pick up the damn phone and make a decision!! Recruiter keeps saying she expects an offer any second and that all three interviews went great, but we have been burned by that before! Last time he was laid off and interviewing. I dont care if you are traveling...we hare unraveling here! I'll pay for the damn call, just let us know one way or the other...
Sincerely
Crazed Mom!
I'm done...thanks for listening.....
First...Children....(big surprise)
Dear Children,
every single time you start arguing with either eachother or even think about questioning me, you WILL be sent to your room. I am the parent you are the dumb child. If I say no, I HAVE A GOOD REASON AND I DONT NEED TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU!
Love Mom
To C1..one more bit of attitude, and that long hair that you are hiding behind is GONE!
C2. cause i said so
c3 stop growling at people, its not nice
Now on to the world in general. WTF! For the second time in two years we are waiting to see if we will be unemployed next week. Actually, we will be unemployed next week. Why you ask...because yet another American company has seen fit to take my hubbies job and ship it overseas. WTF!!! Screw the business world! There is nothing safe in it anymore. I going to send my children to computer repair, or appliance or car repair school. Lord knows you cannot ship that overseas and it will always be needed! So now, after more interviews than we can count, I truly dont know how he keeps them all straight, we are waiting. He has had three with one company...now one of the guys is traveling. LORD MAN! dont you have a phone. Call someone. make a damn decision! And no, I am not just ticked off because the Midwest Yarn Expo is her this weekend and I had planned on going and spending money. Well, ok maybe that i a little bit of it. I'm going anyway, but cant spend any money! DAMNIT!
I am so fed up with this. I am fed up with arguing children, yes at least they are in school for 6+ hours, but then they come home and lordy do I pay for it!
I am fed up with this whole job crap...and no its not just about being able to spend money on stupid things, like yarn, *gasp...yarn is not stupid!* but its about being comfortable with anything. Do buy C3 new socks, or wait because we might need that 10$ for food. Did I mention that we dont get unemployment! CRAP!
I am annoyed because my lawnmower is busted. I am using my neighbors, I know she doesn't mind, but I do. And the repair guy is not answering his phone. So what to do what to do. I dont think its worth fixing, but I cant go out and replace it. GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
I am so annoyed at life right now......I could just scream...but we have new neighbors, and it just might frighten them away.
Dear Mr. Corporate dude who has our lives in your hand right now
Please pick up the damn phone and make a decision!! Recruiter keeps saying she expects an offer any second and that all three interviews went great, but we have been burned by that before! Last time he was laid off and interviewing. I dont care if you are traveling...we hare unraveling here! I'll pay for the damn call, just let us know one way or the other...
Sincerely
Crazed Mom!
I'm done...thanks for listening.....
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
How to balance it all???
Well, its that time of year again. School getting ready to start, scouting getting ready to start, football has started.
So, in my world, we have to balance, Boy scouts, Girl Scouts, Cub Scouts, Piano lessons, Band, Football, committee meetings, Mom meetings(wine is usually involved!) and stuff that that older kids have not yet signed up for. so basically, your typical family.
How the heck do we fit it all in. This year is going to be even more interesting! Hubby is the Cub Master of sons pack. Son has started football. Football, once school starts is three days a week. Right now its 5 days a week. CS meetings are on Mondays. Football is on Monday, Tues, Thurs.
Yeah conflict! Bs's is on Tuesday nights, I have no idea when to schedule Piano lessons right now. I think Band is 4 afternoons a week?
You should see my calendar!!!
So, basically its like this. At least in my world its like this. WE DO THE BEST WE CAN. Yes, my son will miss a lot of CS's due to footbal. Oh well. He will not be the only one. We will miss pack activities due to Football. Oh well. He will not be the only one.
When our oldest was a CS, we didn't get it. We figured if you made a commitment to CS's you should be there! Of course, we had the luxury of thinking that way since our other children were in diapers! Boy were we clueless!!!
You can't do it all, and if you try to do it all, you will destroy the fun in it for your scouter. If he's exhausted from football practice and you drag him to scouts, he will learn to hate scouts.
Dont force it, enjoy it. Relax...the world will not end if you miss an event, or your son doesn't get a rocker, or daughter misses an activity. Such is life.
This time we have with them, the running around, dropping kids off at the wrong place at the wrong time, sitting in the rain for 3 hours at practice(last night for me), eating dinner at 9pm, stuffing newspapers in the toes of cleats to dry them, finding music books, running a quick load of laundry at 10 pm that you will forget about for two days, etc etc etc....forgot my point here!
Its hard enough. Dont add more stress into it. If you miss a meeting, oh well. If your leader or CM is not cool with it, inform that that this is life. sometimes things get missed. Then, feel free to cuss at them under your breath as you walk away. Its probably their only child, or they have a live in nanny :)
So, in my world, we have to balance, Boy scouts, Girl Scouts, Cub Scouts, Piano lessons, Band, Football, committee meetings, Mom meetings(wine is usually involved!) and stuff that that older kids have not yet signed up for. so basically, your typical family.
How the heck do we fit it all in. This year is going to be even more interesting! Hubby is the Cub Master of sons pack. Son has started football. Football, once school starts is three days a week. Right now its 5 days a week. CS meetings are on Mondays. Football is on Monday, Tues, Thurs.
Yeah conflict! Bs's is on Tuesday nights, I have no idea when to schedule Piano lessons right now. I think Band is 4 afternoons a week?
You should see my calendar!!!
So, basically its like this. At least in my world its like this. WE DO THE BEST WE CAN. Yes, my son will miss a lot of CS's due to footbal. Oh well. He will not be the only one. We will miss pack activities due to Football. Oh well. He will not be the only one.
When our oldest was a CS, we didn't get it. We figured if you made a commitment to CS's you should be there! Of course, we had the luxury of thinking that way since our other children were in diapers! Boy were we clueless!!!
You can't do it all, and if you try to do it all, you will destroy the fun in it for your scouter. If he's exhausted from football practice and you drag him to scouts, he will learn to hate scouts.
Dont force it, enjoy it. Relax...the world will not end if you miss an event, or your son doesn't get a rocker, or daughter misses an activity. Such is life.
This time we have with them, the running around, dropping kids off at the wrong place at the wrong time, sitting in the rain for 3 hours at practice(last night for me), eating dinner at 9pm, stuffing newspapers in the toes of cleats to dry them, finding music books, running a quick load of laundry at 10 pm that you will forget about for two days, etc etc etc....forgot my point here!
Its hard enough. Dont add more stress into it. If you miss a meeting, oh well. If your leader or CM is not cool with it, inform that that this is life. sometimes things get missed. Then, feel free to cuss at them under your breath as you walk away. Its probably their only child, or they have a live in nanny :)
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Day from hell?
For the first time in months and I am not kidding, ( i cant spell exaggerate) We had the family together for the day! I was thrilled. We decided to head to the IRM in Union for their WWII re enactment. We went last year sans hubby and it was AMAZING! So, I pack lunches the night before, drinks the color, gather gear, you know, the mom stuff.
So, This morning, We all get up, I pack the cooler, get our gear, make sure everyone is dressed neatly, get the sunscreen the chairs, etc etc. Drag hubby away from his dungeon(he had to work this morning) and head out to Union.
About 20 minutes after we pay $45.00 to get in, the skies open up and it explodes on us. Now, I did check the radar before we left, but this storm was in Iowa, not even across the border yet, so I figured we had plenty of time to check things out. We couldn't go Sat as hubby was out of town and we can't go tomorrow as Hubby has to work. Well, this storm decided to move very very fast and it was a downpour along with huge lightning etc. So, now we are holed up in a old Zephyr train car, in one of the sleeping compartments. It wasn't so bad. Except were were trapped in there with no where to go.
After about an hour, hubby heads out to the bathroom then calls me and tells me that the Zephyr is running and getting ready to leave. We head out into the storm and get on board. It was wonderful. Well, as much as a slow 40 min train ride in the rain can be. I played on my phone most of the time :)
We get back to the station and its still pouring. We have been here for about 3.5 hours. We are done. We race to the car and decide just to head home. We were supposed to head to the G's house for a cook out but due to the weather, decided to head home instead.
We are about half way home (45 min drive) when hubby says, somethings wrong with the car. I look up from my phone, I had left my knitting at home, and notice that no electronics are working. NOTHING. The dash gauges are at 0, the radio is black, and the windshield wipers are barely moving.
Well, I ask if he still has acceleration, he said yes, so I suggested we get to my parents house which was the closest. Or at least try. We get to a major intersection and hubby starts to slow down. Reports, I have lost acceleration. Hmm...ok..gas station on the left, with difficult turn in....go for it!
Luckily there was no traffic coming towards us and we make it into the gas station. Where...it dies. Literally, just dies on us.
Hmm....this is odd. Ok...I call tow truck...tell them to send flat bed. I call parents, Ask if they can come get the kids and leave us a car so I can get back to their house to get the kids. And we sit..In the pouring rain, and wait. Three kids, hot car, can't open the windows since there is no power. Kids start writing on the windows, poking each other, tossing things at each other. After 8 hours(10 min actually, Grandpa had to finish his sandwich) The G's show up and take the kids and the cooler and leave me their truck.
With the kids gone, I let out a string of cuss words that would have made a sailor blush. I mean really! First time in MONTHS we get to spend time together, and this happens! I felt horrible about the rain, but now my car dies!
Up until this point, I had been without a cigarette all day(go ahead and gasp, I'll wait for the shock to wear off) I look at my hubby and said, GO. I am only human after all and today would have tested Gandhi!
Tow truck shows up. ITS PINK! But its not a flat bed. Sigh...guy says I have to call for a flat bed. I TOLD THEM TO SEND A FLAT BED!. My truck is AWD. It cannot be towed. But it was cool the tow truck was pink. So, they leave my car, take my hubby(my hubby got towed instead of my car!) and I drive to the G's house.
They took hubby to our house where he got his car to come to the G's to get us.
THANK YOU G'S FOR SAVING US AND FEEDING US DINNER.
Lets just say, It will be a while before I plan another one of these dumb outings. I'm out $45 bucks on the Train Musuem and god only knows how much this stupid car is going to cost me.
Sounds like my free mulch, which costs me $175 after the tow of my trailer and the repairs to the tire.
Well, at least I am getting the most out of my tow insurance! sigh......
So, This morning, We all get up, I pack the cooler, get our gear, make sure everyone is dressed neatly, get the sunscreen the chairs, etc etc. Drag hubby away from his dungeon(he had to work this morning) and head out to Union.
About 20 minutes after we pay $45.00 to get in, the skies open up and it explodes on us. Now, I did check the radar before we left, but this storm was in Iowa, not even across the border yet, so I figured we had plenty of time to check things out. We couldn't go Sat as hubby was out of town and we can't go tomorrow as Hubby has to work. Well, this storm decided to move very very fast and it was a downpour along with huge lightning etc. So, now we are holed up in a old Zephyr train car, in one of the sleeping compartments. It wasn't so bad. Except were were trapped in there with no where to go.
After about an hour, hubby heads out to the bathroom then calls me and tells me that the Zephyr is running and getting ready to leave. We head out into the storm and get on board. It was wonderful. Well, as much as a slow 40 min train ride in the rain can be. I played on my phone most of the time :)
We get back to the station and its still pouring. We have been here for about 3.5 hours. We are done. We race to the car and decide just to head home. We were supposed to head to the G's house for a cook out but due to the weather, decided to head home instead.
We are about half way home (45 min drive) when hubby says, somethings wrong with the car. I look up from my phone, I had left my knitting at home, and notice that no electronics are working. NOTHING. The dash gauges are at 0, the radio is black, and the windshield wipers are barely moving.
Well, I ask if he still has acceleration, he said yes, so I suggested we get to my parents house which was the closest. Or at least try. We get to a major intersection and hubby starts to slow down. Reports, I have lost acceleration. Hmm...ok..gas station on the left, with difficult turn in....go for it!
Luckily there was no traffic coming towards us and we make it into the gas station. Where...it dies. Literally, just dies on us.
Hmm....this is odd. Ok...I call tow truck...tell them to send flat bed. I call parents, Ask if they can come get the kids and leave us a car so I can get back to their house to get the kids. And we sit..In the pouring rain, and wait. Three kids, hot car, can't open the windows since there is no power. Kids start writing on the windows, poking each other, tossing things at each other. After 8 hours(10 min actually, Grandpa had to finish his sandwich) The G's show up and take the kids and the cooler and leave me their truck.
With the kids gone, I let out a string of cuss words that would have made a sailor blush. I mean really! First time in MONTHS we get to spend time together, and this happens! I felt horrible about the rain, but now my car dies!
Up until this point, I had been without a cigarette all day(go ahead and gasp, I'll wait for the shock to wear off) I look at my hubby and said, GO. I am only human after all and today would have tested Gandhi!
Tow truck shows up. ITS PINK! But its not a flat bed. Sigh...guy says I have to call for a flat bed. I TOLD THEM TO SEND A FLAT BED!. My truck is AWD. It cannot be towed. But it was cool the tow truck was pink. So, they leave my car, take my hubby(my hubby got towed instead of my car!) and I drive to the G's house.
They took hubby to our house where he got his car to come to the G's to get us.
THANK YOU G'S FOR SAVING US AND FEEDING US DINNER.
Lets just say, It will be a while before I plan another one of these dumb outings. I'm out $45 bucks on the Train Musuem and god only knows how much this stupid car is going to cost me.
Sounds like my free mulch, which costs me $175 after the tow of my trailer and the repairs to the tire.
Well, at least I am getting the most out of my tow insurance! sigh......
Friday, May 27, 2011
Kinda fed up
The word, I Forgot, has been way overused in my house. Along with the words, I'm Sorry! I am a little fed up by it.
I dont get to get away with saying I forgot, or i'm sorry. God forbid if I forget to go to volunteer day at C3's school. He comes home bawling making me feel horrible. (He did save and bring me the two oreos that the moms' were given, then asked if he could eat them)
C2 guilts me into volunteering for her schools field days. Lord knows that if I hadn't shown up for that, I would have listened to sobbing for hours.
Last night, Hubby and I were both heading in opposite directions. I asked C1 to remember to take the trash out to the curb before it got dark, and asked both C1 and C2 to make lunches for the next day. I figured that at least one of them would remember to do it.
I get home around 10:30 and am informed by hubby that he just had C1 take out the trash, (he forgot, sorry) and in the morning asked how come no one made lunches like I asked (we forgot, sorry)
I also had asked hubby to drive through walgreens for me. (i forgot, sorry) and after C3's bb game, he forgot to remove the bat bag from the trunk which I need tonight before he gets home from work(i forgot, sorry)
Now, annoyed at the kids yes, really ticked at hubby yes. But, if I get mad at him and yell at him, ok not quite yell but you know what I mean, he will get annoyed at me. Like its my fault he forgot!
I am so annoyed right now! BTW. My garbage cans are still out at the curb..C1 has not taken them in yet. 20 bucks says that when I remind him, he will I forgot, sorry
Oh..I think I wont cook dinner tonight...I'm just going to say, I forgot, sorry.
I dont get to get away with saying I forgot, or i'm sorry. God forbid if I forget to go to volunteer day at C3's school. He comes home bawling making me feel horrible. (He did save and bring me the two oreos that the moms' were given, then asked if he could eat them)
C2 guilts me into volunteering for her schools field days. Lord knows that if I hadn't shown up for that, I would have listened to sobbing for hours.
Last night, Hubby and I were both heading in opposite directions. I asked C1 to remember to take the trash out to the curb before it got dark, and asked both C1 and C2 to make lunches for the next day. I figured that at least one of them would remember to do it.
I get home around 10:30 and am informed by hubby that he just had C1 take out the trash, (he forgot, sorry) and in the morning asked how come no one made lunches like I asked (we forgot, sorry)
I also had asked hubby to drive through walgreens for me. (i forgot, sorry) and after C3's bb game, he forgot to remove the bat bag from the trunk which I need tonight before he gets home from work(i forgot, sorry)
Now, annoyed at the kids yes, really ticked at hubby yes. But, if I get mad at him and yell at him, ok not quite yell but you know what I mean, he will get annoyed at me. Like its my fault he forgot!
I am so annoyed right now! BTW. My garbage cans are still out at the curb..C1 has not taken them in yet. 20 bucks says that when I remind him, he will I forgot, sorry
Oh..I think I wont cook dinner tonight...I'm just going to say, I forgot, sorry.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
did she really just say that?
Odd thing happened tonight, and for once It only slightly involved one of my kids.
I had C1's cellphone in the car with me. For the record, it is not officially C1's phone. It is the Kids phone, and which ever older kid needs it, gets to take it. Since C1 is the oldest, he has it most.
Phone rings this evening while I'm out. I answer it, C1's Phone. Girl on other end, while laughing and chatting with her friends, demand to know why I am answering C1's phone. I reply because I happen to have it with me. She demands to know why, I reply because I do, then she calls me a bitch.
Ummm...wait?! what!
Yes, she actually calls me a bitch for having my sons phone. I demand to know who it is, and she says a friend. I look at the phone and see the name. Then, the mom in me comes out.
'who in the world do you think you are talking to someone like that on the phone. This is C1's mother, how dare you talk to someone on the phone like that when you dont even know who you are talking to'
You get the picture. This quickly sobers up stupid girl. Apparently I have a really really good mom voice. Next I hear, 'oh my god, oh my god, I am so sorry, i am sorry. blah blah blah'
I found it amusing but trust me, I was ticked off! What if it had been C2 who answered the phone. She would have been so hurt to have been called a name!
I inform stupid girl, that she should be more careful about calling people she does not know, names. She is now apologizing up and down! I could actually hear the shock in her voice.
So I get home and inform c1 what had happened. He does not sound surprised? Oh well, kids are stupid kids after all. The kid phone rings at 9:30. All my kids are in bed. I let it to go voice mail, then listen to the vmail. Hey! Its my phone! and I knew it was stupid girl calling.
She sounds horrible on the phone. Apologizes to Ryan, says she would understand if he never talked to her again, and deleted her number from his phone blah blah blah.
I figure it this way...when I was a kid, even a young adult, I made stupid mistakes, said things that shouldn't have been said and felt bad about it. Bad enough that I have NEVER forgotten it and to this day, keep these little reminders in my head.
From the sound of her voice, I am guessing she will never forget the day she called her friends mom a bitch!
I had C1's cellphone in the car with me. For the record, it is not officially C1's phone. It is the Kids phone, and which ever older kid needs it, gets to take it. Since C1 is the oldest, he has it most.
Phone rings this evening while I'm out. I answer it, C1's Phone. Girl on other end, while laughing and chatting with her friends, demand to know why I am answering C1's phone. I reply because I happen to have it with me. She demands to know why, I reply because I do, then she calls me a bitch.
Ummm...wait?! what!
Yes, she actually calls me a bitch for having my sons phone. I demand to know who it is, and she says a friend. I look at the phone and see the name. Then, the mom in me comes out.
'who in the world do you think you are talking to someone like that on the phone. This is C1's mother, how dare you talk to someone on the phone like that when you dont even know who you are talking to'
You get the picture. This quickly sobers up stupid girl. Apparently I have a really really good mom voice. Next I hear, 'oh my god, oh my god, I am so sorry, i am sorry. blah blah blah'
I found it amusing but trust me, I was ticked off! What if it had been C2 who answered the phone. She would have been so hurt to have been called a name!
I inform stupid girl, that she should be more careful about calling people she does not know, names. She is now apologizing up and down! I could actually hear the shock in her voice.
So I get home and inform c1 what had happened. He does not sound surprised? Oh well, kids are stupid kids after all. The kid phone rings at 9:30. All my kids are in bed. I let it to go voice mail, then listen to the vmail. Hey! Its my phone! and I knew it was stupid girl calling.
She sounds horrible on the phone. Apologizes to Ryan, says she would understand if he never talked to her again, and deleted her number from his phone blah blah blah.
I figure it this way...when I was a kid, even a young adult, I made stupid mistakes, said things that shouldn't have been said and felt bad about it. Bad enough that I have NEVER forgotten it and to this day, keep these little reminders in my head.
From the sound of her voice, I am guessing she will never forget the day she called her friends mom a bitch!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
why do I knit?
Why do I knit? Good question. I am fully aware that I can buy socks in a 10 pack at Walmart for 6.99 rather than getting two pair for $20 at my local yarn store(I have expensive feet!) I can buy a shawl with no holes in it from mistakes at Khols. I can buy a Cardigan sweater that will actually fit my husband right. Hats, I wouldn't care how many hats and mittens the kids lose if I bought them at the dollar store.
But I thank my sister each and every day for teaching me the art of knitting!
Let me preference with this, I have no patience! (my mom just fainted upon reading that) I have never had patience. Three kids and I still didn't have patience. Life was hurry hurry hurry. Hurry do laundry, Hurry do dishes, Hurry read a story, Hurry do homework, Hurry take a bath, hurry have sex, (hahaha, mom just fainted again), hurry go to school. I never felt as though I had any time to relax. Heck, who can relax with three kids! Baseball, Softball, Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Band, life! I am always in a hurry to try something new, to master something, to do something! I cannot sit still!(hush mom!)
So, during Christmas vacation a couple of years ago, (4 already?) my sisters family came to visit and she brought her knitting needles. Hallelujah!*bowing down to my sister* And a knitting fanatic was born!
I go NOWHERE without my needles. Dr's offices, of course! who doesn't! Baseball games Yup! Boring meetings! GOD YES. Er visits(three kids remember) YES, Family get togethers! anyplace I am the passenger! Oh yeah! At the roller rink while the kids skate, at the park! KIP! Heck, one time, while waiting for an ambulance for my daughter after she broke her leg at school, my GF grabbed my knitting bag for me!
Anytime I have a spare moment, I Knit! I learned to knit to learn patience. Knitting a project is not an overnight event. It takes weeks, or even months, and for some of us, years to finish a project. Yes, I do find myself sometimes racing through a pair of socks, but only because I can, I still have to take my time a little bit or I wind up with holes. Ok, yes, I did find a way to knit two at a time to save time...but on the upside...when I am kitting and a child comes up to me with a question, all I have to do is start counting out loud and they walk away! SWEET!
My husband once asked me how much the yarn cost and how much I actually needed to have at one time. I glanced up from my knitting (pretending to count doesn't work on him, he still wont go away) and patiently informed him that it was safer than drinking and cheaper than a therapist!
But I thank my sister each and every day for teaching me the art of knitting!
Let me preference with this, I have no patience! (my mom just fainted upon reading that) I have never had patience. Three kids and I still didn't have patience. Life was hurry hurry hurry. Hurry do laundry, Hurry do dishes, Hurry read a story, Hurry do homework, Hurry take a bath, hurry have sex, (hahaha, mom just fainted again), hurry go to school. I never felt as though I had any time to relax. Heck, who can relax with three kids! Baseball, Softball, Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Band, life! I am always in a hurry to try something new, to master something, to do something! I cannot sit still!(hush mom!)
So, during Christmas vacation a couple of years ago, (4 already?) my sisters family came to visit and she brought her knitting needles. Hallelujah!*bowing down to my sister* And a knitting fanatic was born!
I go NOWHERE without my needles. Dr's offices, of course! who doesn't! Baseball games Yup! Boring meetings! GOD YES. Er visits(three kids remember) YES, Family get togethers! anyplace I am the passenger! Oh yeah! At the roller rink while the kids skate, at the park! KIP! Heck, one time, while waiting for an ambulance for my daughter after she broke her leg at school, my GF grabbed my knitting bag for me!
Anytime I have a spare moment, I Knit! I learned to knit to learn patience. Knitting a project is not an overnight event. It takes weeks, or even months, and for some of us, years to finish a project. Yes, I do find myself sometimes racing through a pair of socks, but only because I can, I still have to take my time a little bit or I wind up with holes. Ok, yes, I did find a way to knit two at a time to save time...but on the upside...when I am kitting and a child comes up to me with a question, all I have to do is start counting out loud and they walk away! SWEET!
My husband once asked me how much the yarn cost and how much I actually needed to have at one time. I glanced up from my knitting (pretending to count doesn't work on him, he still wont go away) and patiently informed him that it was safer than drinking and cheaper than a therapist!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
So sad this happened, but so proud at the same time....
It was a busy night in my house tonight. I was thrilled when C1 had a bunch of friends show up and they decided to walk two miles back to one of the friends house. I thought it was wonderful.
After dinner, I went to visit two friends who had the unfortunate pleasure of being in the hospital. I had txted C1 and told him I would pick him up on my way home.
So, around 9:30, I got several frantic texts from my son begging me to come pick him up. I figured it was typical teenage drama. I hugged my GF goodnight, bid her well, and headed off. I get to the friends house and C1 and his friend get in the car, obviously upset. I didn't push, I didn't pry...C1 says to friend, should we tell my mom. Friend says, I am not telling my mom. I say to C1, you know you can tell me anything. C1 proceeds to tell me that the friends house they were at, the parents were drunk. and that they, C1 and his friend were very scared. C1 also told me that the friend's house they were at, the friend told the boys that they(the parents) also smoke pot.
Yes, my heart stopped. Yes, I wanted to cry. Yes, I wanted to get angry, not at the boys. Instead, I told the boys that they did the right thing. I then dropped off C1's friend. I turned to C1 and told him how proud I was of him. I wanted to cry, to hug him, to protect him. C1 then proceeded to tell me how friends dad was mean to his friend, called her horrible names along with the mom. HORRIFIED! I am absolutely horrified.
I again told C1 how incredibly proud I am of him! How he did the right thing. Then, I told C1 that he was no longer allowed to go to this friends house. I told him that he was not being punished. I dont want him to be afraid in the future to tell me things, but what else am I to do. He will never be allowed to go back there.
I told him, that his friends will always be allowed to come to our house...have bonfires in our backyard..but never, never be allowed to go back there.
How horrible for him. What a horrible thing for him to experience at such a young age. (13) But, I am so so so proud of him.
Parents, please, please talk to your children. We teach them to respect their elders, to be polite, that adults are always right. but have you taught them what to do when an adult is wrong, or what to do when an adult's actions make them uncomfortable. Teach them what to do, how to do it, what to say. I have always told my kids that if they are in a situation that makes them uncomfortable, to call me....tell me their stomach hurts, tell me they have a headache whatever. Just call me. I will come and save them, protect them, hug them and tell them it will be ok, and tell them how proud of them I am.
And yes, I will be talking to C1's friends parents, the one that I dropped off. Their son might not have been taught that's its ok to tell them when something happens. They need to know that that house is no longer safe. I pray that they do not get mad at their son, I hope they get upset with themselves for not teaching their son, or not having an open relationship with their son.
I am proud of my son and his friend!
After dinner, I went to visit two friends who had the unfortunate pleasure of being in the hospital. I had txted C1 and told him I would pick him up on my way home.
So, around 9:30, I got several frantic texts from my son begging me to come pick him up. I figured it was typical teenage drama. I hugged my GF goodnight, bid her well, and headed off. I get to the friends house and C1 and his friend get in the car, obviously upset. I didn't push, I didn't pry...C1 says to friend, should we tell my mom. Friend says, I am not telling my mom. I say to C1, you know you can tell me anything. C1 proceeds to tell me that the friends house they were at, the parents were drunk. and that they, C1 and his friend were very scared. C1 also told me that the friend's house they were at, the friend told the boys that they(the parents) also smoke pot.
Yes, my heart stopped. Yes, I wanted to cry. Yes, I wanted to get angry, not at the boys. Instead, I told the boys that they did the right thing. I then dropped off C1's friend. I turned to C1 and told him how proud I was of him. I wanted to cry, to hug him, to protect him. C1 then proceeded to tell me how friends dad was mean to his friend, called her horrible names along with the mom. HORRIFIED! I am absolutely horrified.
I again told C1 how incredibly proud I am of him! How he did the right thing. Then, I told C1 that he was no longer allowed to go to this friends house. I told him that he was not being punished. I dont want him to be afraid in the future to tell me things, but what else am I to do. He will never be allowed to go back there.
I told him, that his friends will always be allowed to come to our house...have bonfires in our backyard..but never, never be allowed to go back there.
How horrible for him. What a horrible thing for him to experience at such a young age. (13) But, I am so so so proud of him.
Parents, please, please talk to your children. We teach them to respect their elders, to be polite, that adults are always right. but have you taught them what to do when an adult is wrong, or what to do when an adult's actions make them uncomfortable. Teach them what to do, how to do it, what to say. I have always told my kids that if they are in a situation that makes them uncomfortable, to call me....tell me their stomach hurts, tell me they have a headache whatever. Just call me. I will come and save them, protect them, hug them and tell them it will be ok, and tell them how proud of them I am.
And yes, I will be talking to C1's friends parents, the one that I dropped off. Their son might not have been taught that's its ok to tell them when something happens. They need to know that that house is no longer safe. I pray that they do not get mad at their son, I hope they get upset with themselves for not teaching their son, or not having an open relationship with their son.
I am proud of my son and his friend!
Monday, March 28, 2011
Txting, FB, and IM!
Boy have times changed..This blog posting is not quite about scouting, ok, its not about scouting at all, but it is about one of my children. C1, my 13yr old.
It was in the news today about how the social media is affecting our children negatively. My first thought was 'hogwash'. But, tonight, I realized, it is effecting my son and I wonder how many other kids it affects. (I never know if its effect or affect)!
My son has been very moody lately. he spends 90% of his time on FB or txting. (its still cold here in the midwest, to cold and muddy to be outside playing yet) I realized tonight how much he is being effected by the thoughts and opinions that are bombarding him every waking second of his day.
I have to admit, I txt and FB all day long too. But its innocuous stuff. Comments about my kids or dogs, or the vacuum. I'm Txting a gf about a funny sign, or does she want to meet for lunch. We as adults, txt or fb about unimportant stuff.
Kids are not txting or fbing about stupid unimportant stuff. Or at least my son isn't . Its always about drama...and in his world, its major drama. whose fighting with who, who likes him or who doesn't, who said what about who. Yes, we had this drama as kids, but when we got off the bus or walked in the front door, it was gone. It was left behind. Yes, there were occasional phone calls, but for the most part, it was left behind.
Not anymore. Now my son is being bombarded with this stuff every moment he is awake. This is what is causing the warnings on the news.
Imagine it like this...Someone in your family is very sick or dying or going through a divorce or whatever. They are close to you..it is very painful. And you are talking about it every single moment of your waking day, for days on end. It will destroy you! I'm sure many of you have been there, know the feeling, know the pain.
Imagine your kids doing this, its what they are doing. In their world, their drama is just as painful, and they are living it every waking moment of the day. It is destroying them emotionally.
C2, my daughter, 11yo, went to neighbors house to be with her gf's. She came home after a few minutes. I asked why, she said cause they were only sitting around texting. WTF! All of the girls were in the same room, not talking to eachother, but txting others.
So much for the art of conversation! Now my daughter wants a cell phone so she can participate with her gf's while sitting in a room not talking to each other but texting others????
I really really think that this is a huge red flag! IM, Texting, FB. We have to be very very careful here. Our children are losing touch with society as a whole. They are losing the ability to carry on a conversation, they are not learning what should be said, or what should not. They are just saying it. I have always worked hard on teaching my kids what to say, what not to say, etc etc. I stand next to them when they are on the phone (when they are younger) and coach them on what to say etc etc. With Txting, IM, FB, I dont have the ability to help them, to coach them.
Some people may call this spying...NOPE! Its teaching! Ok, maybe a little spying, but how else is he/she going to learn what is right and what is wrong. If you think that your parents never read your notes, or looked in your diary as a kid, YOU ARE WRONG!
Just because our kids are not in our hair anymore, they still need us, now more than ever!
Hubby and I discussed this with our son, and have decided to limit his phone and fb time. We told him it is not because he is in trouble, but because he needs to turn his brain off. Take some time away from the drama...relax...
I think he understands...I hope he does...I'm sure he will when he becomes a parent........
It was in the news today about how the social media is affecting our children negatively. My first thought was 'hogwash'. But, tonight, I realized, it is effecting my son and I wonder how many other kids it affects. (I never know if its effect or affect)!
My son has been very moody lately. he spends 90% of his time on FB or txting. (its still cold here in the midwest, to cold and muddy to be outside playing yet) I realized tonight how much he is being effected by the thoughts and opinions that are bombarding him every waking second of his day.
I have to admit, I txt and FB all day long too. But its innocuous stuff. Comments about my kids or dogs, or the vacuum. I'm Txting a gf about a funny sign, or does she want to meet for lunch. We as adults, txt or fb about unimportant stuff.
Kids are not txting or fbing about stupid unimportant stuff. Or at least my son isn't . Its always about drama...and in his world, its major drama. whose fighting with who, who likes him or who doesn't, who said what about who. Yes, we had this drama as kids, but when we got off the bus or walked in the front door, it was gone. It was left behind. Yes, there were occasional phone calls, but for the most part, it was left behind.
Not anymore. Now my son is being bombarded with this stuff every moment he is awake. This is what is causing the warnings on the news.
Imagine it like this...Someone in your family is very sick or dying or going through a divorce or whatever. They are close to you..it is very painful. And you are talking about it every single moment of your waking day, for days on end. It will destroy you! I'm sure many of you have been there, know the feeling, know the pain.
Imagine your kids doing this, its what they are doing. In their world, their drama is just as painful, and they are living it every waking moment of the day. It is destroying them emotionally.
C2, my daughter, 11yo, went to neighbors house to be with her gf's. She came home after a few minutes. I asked why, she said cause they were only sitting around texting. WTF! All of the girls were in the same room, not talking to eachother, but txting others.
So much for the art of conversation! Now my daughter wants a cell phone so she can participate with her gf's while sitting in a room not talking to each other but texting others????
I really really think that this is a huge red flag! IM, Texting, FB. We have to be very very careful here. Our children are losing touch with society as a whole. They are losing the ability to carry on a conversation, they are not learning what should be said, or what should not. They are just saying it. I have always worked hard on teaching my kids what to say, what not to say, etc etc. I stand next to them when they are on the phone (when they are younger) and coach them on what to say etc etc. With Txting, IM, FB, I dont have the ability to help them, to coach them.
Some people may call this spying...NOPE! Its teaching! Ok, maybe a little spying, but how else is he/she going to learn what is right and what is wrong. If you think that your parents never read your notes, or looked in your diary as a kid, YOU ARE WRONG!
Just because our kids are not in our hair anymore, they still need us, now more than ever!
Hubby and I discussed this with our son, and have decided to limit his phone and fb time. We told him it is not because he is in trouble, but because he needs to turn his brain off. Take some time away from the drama...relax...
I think he understands...I hope he does...I'm sure he will when he becomes a parent........
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Me, Pepsi, Ford explorer and the kitty litter
Today is C2's Brithday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY C2!. So...being the good mom, I run out this morning to buy her gifts! >:)
I had promised her to go to Kojacks and place an order to be delivered to her school for lunch. One they hit 5th grade, in my house, they no longer get stupid treats to give to everyone, they get lunch delivered. So..I drive by Kojacks, but its not open yet..ok no biggie. So I head to Target. Find a great space and go to get out of my car.....
Catastrophe hits. Well, not quite...so I had this old bottle of Pepsi, not a small one but a big one, sitting in my cup holder forever. Why? I dont know..well, it was half full. As I grab my bag and swing out of the car my bag grabs my OPEN bottle of old pepsi and dumps it in my lap and all over my car seat. SHIT! Now I look like I've had an accident and there is a huge puddle on my car seat. Whip around to the back seat looking for kleenex or blanket or anything to soak up the pop with. Woah....
I had gone grocery shopping yesterday. bought a 5lb bag of kitty litter. Left it in the car...just plain forgot it was there. Well, it has now exploded all over the floor of the backseat of my car. Why? I have no idea! Wait...Idea
I start grabbing hand fulls of kitty litter and spreading them on the front seat of my car. Hey, its absorbent isn't it. Now, I start pulling piles of kitty litter out of my car onto the pavement, while laughing out loud at the absurdity of this situation.
My pants are wet, I am sneezing kitty litter dust, I am littering it all over the ground, my car smells...well like kitty litter and I still have to shop for C2's birthday. Which is today!
I dont have time to go home and change, so I head into Target, wet pants and all. I get my shopping done there (buy more kitty litter) and realize that I have to hit two other stores to finish her bday shopping. (yes, I'm still wet and now sticky) So..I head to store two and a light bulb goes off..not literally. Turtle Wax. Maybe they can help!!!
God bless turtle wax. Explain it to the guy...he laughs his head off..takes my car and vacuums it out for FREE! not just the kitty litter, but the entire car!!! LOVE YOU ZACH
So, Head to store 2..Hobby Lobby...oh man....80% off sale here, 50% off sale there....good lord...lost track of time in the fake flower section. But wait till you see the new vases I got and flowers. Phone rings..dont recognize the number...its C2 asking where her lunch is!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
What time is it!!!! OMG!! Bad mom of the year award! It was her lunch time and I had forgotten to order her lunch. Said sorry a million times and told her to buy hot lunch. told her to buy two hot lunches! Leave Hobby Lobby, head to Dunkin Donuts, buy 100 donut holes (I dont care what they call them now, they are still donut holes) and head to C2's school.
Feel free to sing *HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAY* btw...dunkin donut guy was in hysterics when I told him the story of my morning.
Home now...eating, decorating(wonder how long it will be before hubby notices new decorations) and wrapping gifts....Just realized that I forgot one gift...sigh...will have to go back out...but let me change my pants first.
I had promised her to go to Kojacks and place an order to be delivered to her school for lunch. One they hit 5th grade, in my house, they no longer get stupid treats to give to everyone, they get lunch delivered. So..I drive by Kojacks, but its not open yet..ok no biggie. So I head to Target. Find a great space and go to get out of my car.....
Catastrophe hits. Well, not quite...so I had this old bottle of Pepsi, not a small one but a big one, sitting in my cup holder forever. Why? I dont know..well, it was half full. As I grab my bag and swing out of the car my bag grabs my OPEN bottle of old pepsi and dumps it in my lap and all over my car seat. SHIT! Now I look like I've had an accident and there is a huge puddle on my car seat. Whip around to the back seat looking for kleenex or blanket or anything to soak up the pop with. Woah....
I had gone grocery shopping yesterday. bought a 5lb bag of kitty litter. Left it in the car...just plain forgot it was there. Well, it has now exploded all over the floor of the backseat of my car. Why? I have no idea! Wait...Idea
I start grabbing hand fulls of kitty litter and spreading them on the front seat of my car. Hey, its absorbent isn't it. Now, I start pulling piles of kitty litter out of my car onto the pavement, while laughing out loud at the absurdity of this situation.
My pants are wet, I am sneezing kitty litter dust, I am littering it all over the ground, my car smells...well like kitty litter and I still have to shop for C2's birthday. Which is today!
I dont have time to go home and change, so I head into Target, wet pants and all. I get my shopping done there (buy more kitty litter) and realize that I have to hit two other stores to finish her bday shopping. (yes, I'm still wet and now sticky) So..I head to store two and a light bulb goes off..not literally. Turtle Wax. Maybe they can help!!!
God bless turtle wax. Explain it to the guy...he laughs his head off..takes my car and vacuums it out for FREE! not just the kitty litter, but the entire car!!! LOVE YOU ZACH
So, Head to store 2..Hobby Lobby...oh man....80% off sale here, 50% off sale there....good lord...lost track of time in the fake flower section. But wait till you see the new vases I got and flowers. Phone rings..dont recognize the number...its C2 asking where her lunch is!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
What time is it!!!! OMG!! Bad mom of the year award! It was her lunch time and I had forgotten to order her lunch. Said sorry a million times and told her to buy hot lunch. told her to buy two hot lunches! Leave Hobby Lobby, head to Dunkin Donuts, buy 100 donut holes (I dont care what they call them now, they are still donut holes) and head to C2's school.
Feel free to sing *HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAY* btw...dunkin donut guy was in hysterics when I told him the story of my morning.
Home now...eating, decorating(wonder how long it will be before hubby notices new decorations) and wrapping gifts....Just realized that I forgot one gift...sigh...will have to go back out...but let me change my pants first.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Men are IDIOTS!
Ok....horrible blanket statement. I"m sorry. Not all men are idiots. The two men I encountered this morning are idiots. One, my hubby, one a complete stranger.
let me back up. As most of you know, I ventured out last week during the "Blizzard of the Century" to to claim my snow blower. It was my grandfathers snow blower(no I am not attached to it, I'm just saying its 15 yrs old) and it was dead. I paid $100 bucks, and brought it home. Used it that night to clear the 4 foot drifts on three driveways.
I should mention that we do three to four driveways by us. Ours, of course, and two elderly neighbors across the street.
The next morning, I continue to use it as the snow has reached epic proportions. Snow lower runs out of gas. Son retrieves gas can with gas from last year, and fills stupid snow blower. It wont start. Go get hubby, he mutters something about bad gas..it wont start. BAD GAS? Really??? A show of hands of all of you who dump out your gas at the end of the season so you can refill at the beginning of the season. Fine...maybe it is bad gas. So, I load myself up into my car, and attempt to drive to Ace. Finally get there...streets are very interesting. Buy new gas can and oil. Hit two different stations to find one open. Go home, with brand NEW gas. Guess what. IT WONT START.
We move it into the garage and spend the next 6 hours shoveling out 3+ feet of snow from two driveways.
Now we keep smelling gas...odd...wash jacket, still smell it. smell it in the house..check all boots etc..oh wait...snowblower is now leaking gas. sigh...stick it out back. and start calling guy who 'fixed it'. Have left 800 messages and he has not called back. Did cash my check though...sigh
So, hubby finds new guy and he will pick it up. Good, cause I cant put it in my car leaking gas. We take it out of the garage and stick it in the backyard so house does not continue to smell.
Dude shows up this morning. I explain the problem. he tells me that the reason it wouldn't start after it ran out of gas was because it was cold. *pause for comprehension* I dont know about any of you, but I have personal knowledge of the fact that engines dont cool off that quickly (scar on forearm) WAIT..., WHAT?? Dude...its a snow blower. It blows snow... snow is cold...it comes in winter...winter is cold.. WTF are you talking about. I am also pretty sure that when I started it prior to it running out of gas, it was in the COLD garage. its not like I gave the damn thing a blankey and cup of hot cocoa before I started it. I almost didn't give it to him, but it is leaking gas...so at least it will leak at his place and not in my garage. ..oh...and because it was in my backyard he informs me of another problem.
see it snowed again...and snow blower was covered with snow...so was gas cap...well, according to idiot man, the cap is vented. and it has snow on it...that is a problem. OMG! People, dont ever snow blow when its actually snowing out, your gas cap is vented and snow might get into the vents????? (sneeze the world bullshit here)
Then, idiot man looks at my roof...informs me that there is to much snow up there and it could affect the structural integrity of my roof. sigh....
JUST BECAUSE I HAVE BREASTS DOES NOT MAKE ME AN IDIOT!!! I actually have no idea why he chose to mention my roof to me. He didn't offer to go up there and shovel it off. Did he not notice that all of the roof has just as much if not more snow on them. The blizzard did not just hit my house you moron. it hit everywhere and I dont hear of anyone having structural integrity problems with their roofs.
I quickly give idiot man my gas leaking snow blower and go back inside. I will probably tell him, when he calls and tells me how much it is to fix it, to keep the damn thing. Oh wait...better...I'll tell him to put it outside for me to come get it, then I'll go get it but ask him to start it for me first...when I start, I will gasp and smack my forehead and exclaim....IT STARTED IN THE COLD! and walk away..
I call hubby...tell him all of this...he agress the guy is an idiot...when I tell hubby what he said about the roof, hubby says, well them, maybe I should get up there and clear some of the snow off.
YOU MORON! I TOLD YOU THAT THE DAY AFTER THE STORM AND YOU SAID IT WAS FINE, THERES NOT TO MUCH SNOW UP THERE..BUT A COMPLETE STRANGER TELLS YOU THAT AND YOU AGREE!.
(insert a string of very nasty swear words here)
That's it...I got nothing more, no witty ending..clever catch phrase...nothing..I got nothing....wait...wait..., no...nothing...happy fricking monday!
let me back up. As most of you know, I ventured out last week during the "Blizzard of the Century" to to claim my snow blower. It was my grandfathers snow blower(no I am not attached to it, I'm just saying its 15 yrs old) and it was dead. I paid $100 bucks, and brought it home. Used it that night to clear the 4 foot drifts on three driveways.
I should mention that we do three to four driveways by us. Ours, of course, and two elderly neighbors across the street.
The next morning, I continue to use it as the snow has reached epic proportions. Snow lower runs out of gas. Son retrieves gas can with gas from last year, and fills stupid snow blower. It wont start. Go get hubby, he mutters something about bad gas..it wont start. BAD GAS? Really??? A show of hands of all of you who dump out your gas at the end of the season so you can refill at the beginning of the season. Fine...maybe it is bad gas. So, I load myself up into my car, and attempt to drive to Ace. Finally get there...streets are very interesting. Buy new gas can and oil. Hit two different stations to find one open. Go home, with brand NEW gas. Guess what. IT WONT START.
We move it into the garage and spend the next 6 hours shoveling out 3+ feet of snow from two driveways.
Now we keep smelling gas...odd...wash jacket, still smell it. smell it in the house..check all boots etc..oh wait...snowblower is now leaking gas. sigh...stick it out back. and start calling guy who 'fixed it'. Have left 800 messages and he has not called back. Did cash my check though...sigh
So, hubby finds new guy and he will pick it up. Good, cause I cant put it in my car leaking gas. We take it out of the garage and stick it in the backyard so house does not continue to smell.
Dude shows up this morning. I explain the problem. he tells me that the reason it wouldn't start after it ran out of gas was because it was cold. *pause for comprehension* I dont know about any of you, but I have personal knowledge of the fact that engines dont cool off that quickly (scar on forearm) WAIT..., WHAT?? Dude...its a snow blower. It blows snow... snow is cold...it comes in winter...winter is cold.. WTF are you talking about. I am also pretty sure that when I started it prior to it running out of gas, it was in the COLD garage. its not like I gave the damn thing a blankey and cup of hot cocoa before I started it. I almost didn't give it to him, but it is leaking gas...so at least it will leak at his place and not in my garage. ..oh...and because it was in my backyard he informs me of another problem.
see it snowed again...and snow blower was covered with snow...so was gas cap...well, according to idiot man, the cap is vented. and it has snow on it...that is a problem. OMG! People, dont ever snow blow when its actually snowing out, your gas cap is vented and snow might get into the vents????? (sneeze the world bullshit here)
Then, idiot man looks at my roof...informs me that there is to much snow up there and it could affect the structural integrity of my roof. sigh....
JUST BECAUSE I HAVE BREASTS DOES NOT MAKE ME AN IDIOT!!! I actually have no idea why he chose to mention my roof to me. He didn't offer to go up there and shovel it off. Did he not notice that all of the roof has just as much if not more snow on them. The blizzard did not just hit my house you moron. it hit everywhere and I dont hear of anyone having structural integrity problems with their roofs.
I quickly give idiot man my gas leaking snow blower and go back inside. I will probably tell him, when he calls and tells me how much it is to fix it, to keep the damn thing. Oh wait...better...I'll tell him to put it outside for me to come get it, then I'll go get it but ask him to start it for me first...when I start, I will gasp and smack my forehead and exclaim....IT STARTED IN THE COLD! and walk away..
I call hubby...tell him all of this...he agress the guy is an idiot...when I tell hubby what he said about the roof, hubby says, well them, maybe I should get up there and clear some of the snow off.
YOU MORON! I TOLD YOU THAT THE DAY AFTER THE STORM AND YOU SAID IT WAS FINE, THERES NOT TO MUCH SNOW UP THERE..BUT A COMPLETE STRANGER TELLS YOU THAT AND YOU AGREE!.
(insert a string of very nasty swear words here)
That's it...I got nothing more, no witty ending..clever catch phrase...nothing..I got nothing....wait...wait..., no...nothing...happy fricking monday!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Why life is never easy...
Today...clean kitchen in anticipation of two weeks worth of groceries. Gym bag packed..list written
Walgreens first to pick up new script from doctor. Window is frozen shut....doh! so I have to pull forward and open my door like a dorkus.
No insurance...expensive script...oh well.. pay, go to leave..close door, door wont close. correction. Door closes, but latch wont latch to keep it closed. Sigh.
This has happened before. I used to keep a rope in the car so I could loop it around and hold the rope. Much easier to drive that way.
So I head to the mechanics..first turn out of walgreens is a right turn...ouch! I almost took out a car full of nuns. Centrifugal force and all.
Get to mechanic..ask him to work his magic and fix it again. He sends out jr to do it. jr says its broken..I go in and ask if jr knows what he's talking about cause he's kinda young. Jr does....sigh....
Ok...Mechanic says he will give me his loaner car. An eight hundred year old van with bald tires and a so so exhaust system. I'll take it....
Part costs 70 bucks. ok not so bad...labor will probably me 400...sigh...I was saving to get the wheel bearings replaced on the dumb thing... At least I got the grocery shopping done.
Walgreens first to pick up new script from doctor. Window is frozen shut....doh! so I have to pull forward and open my door like a dorkus.
No insurance...expensive script...oh well.. pay, go to leave..close door, door wont close. correction. Door closes, but latch wont latch to keep it closed. Sigh.
This has happened before. I used to keep a rope in the car so I could loop it around and hold the rope. Much easier to drive that way.
So I head to the mechanics..first turn out of walgreens is a right turn...ouch! I almost took out a car full of nuns. Centrifugal force and all.
Get to mechanic..ask him to work his magic and fix it again. He sends out jr to do it. jr says its broken..I go in and ask if jr knows what he's talking about cause he's kinda young. Jr does....sigh....
Ok...Mechanic says he will give me his loaner car. An eight hundred year old van with bald tires and a so so exhaust system. I'll take it....
Part costs 70 bucks. ok not so bad...labor will probably me 400...sigh...I was saving to get the wheel bearings replaced on the dumb thing... At least I got the grocery shopping done.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Watching Tv
As some of you know, we got rid of TV in our house. Well, let me clarify, we got rid of cable, or dish, or whatever else there is to pay for.
We are no longer a slave to 8 million channels with nothing on, or worse yet, crap on that the kids were watching. So, we killed it. Yes it is very painful when the Bears are playing, but we cope, we go to the G's house or hubby goes and visits his dad in Ass't living and takes the kids and they watch it there.
Well, in order for us to watch the bears game, my hubby hooked up the equivalent of rabbit ears to our tv. We now get a couple of channels. So last night, I wanted to watch the local news to catch the weather. I am a big weather Fanatic!
Now I remember why I hate TV and the news, if you can call what they are reporting, news. 19 minutes into the 'news' and they had not reported one bit of news. Unless you count someone at some high school getting suspended for posting something on FB they shouldn't have. HOW IS THAT NEWS???? And I am horribly horribly sorry that a child was killed, but why is that news. Shouldn't news be something more tangible?
How bout this, rather than reporting on all of the hell going on every day, how about reporting on the good things that happen. The good things the people do?
Could one of the problems be the amount and length of news broadcasts?
1 hour in the evening. A lot of stations do a noon news hour and 2 hours in the morning. Back when we had tv, I would watch the news at bed, then watch it again in the morning, and it would be word for word. I could almost tell you what story was going to be talked about next.
Perhaps the problem isn't the news itself, but the amount of time devoted to it. There simply isn't that much news to report on, so the begin reporting on items that are not news.
So after 30 minutes of 'news' I reported to my husband that the Country of Tunisia was in shambles as the people had revolted against their govt and that 'Baby Doc' had returned to Haiti..A possibly scare move. None of this was reported on the 'news'.
But we do know that a man accused of killing off his wives is being fully supported by his son and that the city is up in arms because a mayoral candidate left one event to go to another.
I guess one persons news is anothers?? not sure?
We are no longer a slave to 8 million channels with nothing on, or worse yet, crap on that the kids were watching. So, we killed it. Yes it is very painful when the Bears are playing, but we cope, we go to the G's house or hubby goes and visits his dad in Ass't living and takes the kids and they watch it there.
Well, in order for us to watch the bears game, my hubby hooked up the equivalent of rabbit ears to our tv. We now get a couple of channels. So last night, I wanted to watch the local news to catch the weather. I am a big weather Fanatic!
Now I remember why I hate TV and the news, if you can call what they are reporting, news. 19 minutes into the 'news' and they had not reported one bit of news. Unless you count someone at some high school getting suspended for posting something on FB they shouldn't have. HOW IS THAT NEWS???? And I am horribly horribly sorry that a child was killed, but why is that news. Shouldn't news be something more tangible?
How bout this, rather than reporting on all of the hell going on every day, how about reporting on the good things that happen. The good things the people do?
Could one of the problems be the amount and length of news broadcasts?
1 hour in the evening. A lot of stations do a noon news hour and 2 hours in the morning. Back when we had tv, I would watch the news at bed, then watch it again in the morning, and it would be word for word. I could almost tell you what story was going to be talked about next.
Perhaps the problem isn't the news itself, but the amount of time devoted to it. There simply isn't that much news to report on, so the begin reporting on items that are not news.
So after 30 minutes of 'news' I reported to my husband that the Country of Tunisia was in shambles as the people had revolted against their govt and that 'Baby Doc' had returned to Haiti..A possibly scare move. None of this was reported on the 'news'.
But we do know that a man accused of killing off his wives is being fully supported by his son and that the city is up in arms because a mayoral candidate left one event to go to another.
I guess one persons news is anothers?? not sure?
Friday, January 14, 2011
Today I am cleaning my house
and I thought I would blog about it as I do it. why...cause it breaks up the monotony of doing it?
My room...bed made, yes I do that every morning...windows washed, my dresser cleaned off and dusted. Pictures I dont know what to do with, shoved under the bed. Vacuumed. Hubbys dresser consists of one slightly cat eaten remote control tarantula, lost of loose change, oops...change what change. Important papers that If i move he will die but he will never touch and various shades of crap. Not touching with a 10 foot pole...oh cept the change.
C2's room. Only cause its easier than C1,3. Nice, C2. I know how difficult it can be to open the closet to put your clothes inthe laundry basket but really! An entire weeks worth of dirty laundry thrown at the foot of your bed. Didn't notice it before because the bedroom door was hiding it. UGH! Underware hanging from the closed closet door handle! OMG! Just gross woman! And did you know the garbage can is not for stoing stuff, but for garbage,. So please pick up your crap and put it in the garbage can. Then when it is full, take it downstairs, the bathroom garbage is not big enough as they are they same size, and dump it in the garbage can in the garage!
Just got C3 out of bed..little late...threw clothes at him and yelled, hurry child hurry! He wants toast...no time...eat cereal! Make my breakfast two eggs scrambled. Kick C2 out the door, C3's friend comes in the door. Clean kitchen while waiting for eggs (yes, I'm that fast) . Kick C3 and Friend out door, wolf down breakfast and read paper, call KLP about article on the front of the paper, cut her off so I can eat my eggs warm (hopefully not offending in the process *hugs*), wash pans, put all dishes in dishwasher,wipe down countertops.
Back upstairs in the bathro.... son of a .... turned to find cat had emptied C2's garbage can for me and was shredding kleenex. Pick up and re vacuum.
Bathroom. Odd things found..Legos, calculator that has been missing for three years, 4 caps to toothpaste, one tube of toothpaste ????? pair of shorts not worn since summer, 8 million crushed dixie cups stuffed into drawer. ( I dont even bother asking...Wish me luck on the tub!)
tub and toilet done. Hint on toilets if you have hard water calcium build up. Pumice stone...mine disappeared after I had one of the kids scrub a toilet...hmmm..connection? Another hit...vacuum the bathroom floor first!
I am not mopping them. The mop is way downstairs. Ok.. I lied..I did by the toilet cause boys dont aim and why is there purple gum on the floor...?? and why does my cat love to watch the toilet flush???
Scraping the toothpaste off of the wall, molding and cabinet...why is it there?
C3 just called..have to run gym shoes up to school. Shoes delivered. Ok...I'm going to call bathroom done just cause I am tired of being in here. (did my mom just shudder?)
The boys room..let me paint you a mental picture if I may. Giant fire truck outside the door. I DONT KNOW WHY? and pile of socks also outside the door. Again...no clue.
Laundry basket that I asked boys to put away,sitting full on the floor now riffled through rather than folded. 4 nerf guns, two smaller lego bins in middle of floor. 8 million legos on floor. Empty lego boxes on floor.
Signal flags from scouts, on floor. Instructions for legos on floor. Top sheet to C1's bed, on floor. (he's on the top bunk). Bunny, on floor. more sock and underware than I can count, on floor. Kitty's house on floor. Pile of Lincoln Logs. Aldi bag?? webkinz, books, lego fortresses? top to a xmas cookie container. Head to a pasta maker?? empty box of zip locs, magnetics, broken pencils,unbroken pencils, robe, blankets, and general garbage. HOLY SHIT! how do they even live in here...it is now 9:19. Lets ee how fast I can tackle this..oh and I only do the floor, I never look on the top of desks..so I truley dont know if there are fish in the 10 gallon tank. Why are there beads all over the floor? what the heck is that too?? Ladies and gentlemen! The greatest invention know to man!! THE HANGER . Found...two night lights...(C3 sleeps with them, for the record) omg! I made the mistake of looking in the fishtank! EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I wonder how many legos I have vacuumed in .my time? They make a great noise when they go into my vacuum. Sounds like a jet taking off.. course all of those beads dont help. Had one of those...oh crap what was that, as it went up into the vacuum. . I only rescue money. and I keep it cause afterall, they are pigs!
Upstairs DONE! Started at 740 am and baring a few detours..done with upstairs by 9:41. Phew..I rock..rest of the house is easy compared to this! Oh..linen closet. The floor is now taller than C3. Hmm....I think it can wait another day or so? I FEEL THE NEED TO GO SHOPPING! Oh wait..Istill have stuff from xmas and my bday I haven't put away because I have to get rid and organize stuff do put stuff where stuff belongs. I really shouldn't bring more stuff in. but KLP did she she needed to go shopping today....hmmmmmm
My room...bed made, yes I do that every morning...windows washed, my dresser cleaned off and dusted. Pictures I dont know what to do with, shoved under the bed. Vacuumed. Hubbys dresser consists of one slightly cat eaten remote control tarantula, lost of loose change, oops...change what change. Important papers that If i move he will die but he will never touch and various shades of crap. Not touching with a 10 foot pole...oh cept the change.
C2's room. Only cause its easier than C1,3. Nice, C2. I know how difficult it can be to open the closet to put your clothes inthe laundry basket but really! An entire weeks worth of dirty laundry thrown at the foot of your bed. Didn't notice it before because the bedroom door was hiding it. UGH! Underware hanging from the closed closet door handle! OMG! Just gross woman! And did you know the garbage can is not for stoing stuff, but for garbage,. So please pick up your crap and put it in the garbage can. Then when it is full, take it downstairs, the bathroom garbage is not big enough as they are they same size, and dump it in the garbage can in the garage!
Just got C3 out of bed..little late...threw clothes at him and yelled, hurry child hurry! He wants toast...no time...eat cereal! Make my breakfast two eggs scrambled. Kick C2 out the door, C3's friend comes in the door. Clean kitchen while waiting for eggs (yes, I'm that fast) . Kick C3 and Friend out door, wolf down breakfast and read paper, call KLP about article on the front of the paper, cut her off so I can eat my eggs warm (hopefully not offending in the process *hugs*), wash pans, put all dishes in dishwasher,wipe down countertops.
Back upstairs in the bathro.... son of a .... turned to find cat had emptied C2's garbage can for me and was shredding kleenex. Pick up and re vacuum.
Bathroom. Odd things found..Legos, calculator that has been missing for three years, 4 caps to toothpaste, one tube of toothpaste ????? pair of shorts not worn since summer, 8 million crushed dixie cups stuffed into drawer. ( I dont even bother asking...Wish me luck on the tub!)
tub and toilet done. Hint on toilets if you have hard water calcium build up. Pumice stone...mine disappeared after I had one of the kids scrub a toilet...hmmm..connection? Another hit...vacuum the bathroom floor first!
I am not mopping them. The mop is way downstairs. Ok.. I lied..I did by the toilet cause boys dont aim and why is there purple gum on the floor...?? and why does my cat love to watch the toilet flush???
Scraping the toothpaste off of the wall, molding and cabinet...why is it there?
C3 just called..have to run gym shoes up to school. Shoes delivered. Ok...I'm going to call bathroom done just cause I am tired of being in here. (did my mom just shudder?)
The boys room..let me paint you a mental picture if I may. Giant fire truck outside the door. I DONT KNOW WHY? and pile of socks also outside the door. Again...no clue.
Laundry basket that I asked boys to put away,sitting full on the floor now riffled through rather than folded. 4 nerf guns, two smaller lego bins in middle of floor. 8 million legos on floor. Empty lego boxes on floor.
Signal flags from scouts, on floor. Instructions for legos on floor. Top sheet to C1's bed, on floor. (he's on the top bunk). Bunny, on floor. more sock and underware than I can count, on floor. Kitty's house on floor. Pile of Lincoln Logs. Aldi bag?? webkinz, books, lego fortresses? top to a xmas cookie container. Head to a pasta maker?? empty box of zip locs, magnetics, broken pencils,unbroken pencils, robe, blankets, and general garbage. HOLY SHIT! how do they even live in here...it is now 9:19. Lets ee how fast I can tackle this..oh and I only do the floor, I never look on the top of desks..so I truley dont know if there are fish in the 10 gallon tank. Why are there beads all over the floor? what the heck is that too?? Ladies and gentlemen! The greatest invention know to man!! THE HANGER . Found...two night lights...(C3 sleeps with them, for the record) omg! I made the mistake of looking in the fishtank! EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I wonder how many legos I have vacuumed in .my time? They make a great noise when they go into my vacuum. Sounds like a jet taking off.. course all of those beads dont help. Had one of those...oh crap what was that, as it went up into the vacuum. . I only rescue money. and I keep it cause afterall, they are pigs!
Upstairs DONE! Started at 740 am and baring a few detours..done with upstairs by 9:41. Phew..I rock..rest of the house is easy compared to this! Oh..linen closet. The floor is now taller than C3. Hmm....I think it can wait another day or so? I FEEL THE NEED TO GO SHOPPING! Oh wait..Istill have stuff from xmas and my bday I haven't put away because I have to get rid and organize stuff do put stuff where stuff belongs. I really shouldn't bring more stuff in. but KLP did she she needed to go shopping today....hmmmmmm
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
I told myself
new year..new ideas..
I told myself I would not post anything unless it was nice. No more bitching about kids, or kids, or kids, or anything else.
Notice how QUIET its been around here!
WELL ENOUGH OF THAT CRAP!
My life is my kids, who drive me crazy. If you have kid and they are around the same age and you say they dont drive you crazy, BULLSHIT! (yes mom, I know)
What pushed me over the edge...what made me write this note when its the middle of the day and there are no kids to drive me crazy..
An extended service warranty company called about the range that I purchased from Sears in 07. Well, from just that sentence, it does not seem like its a big deal. But, see, two days ago when they called, I told them I bought a range from sears, returned it and bought one from Home depot the next day. I DONT HAVE A RANGE FROM SEARS. They argued with me two days ago..(like I dont know where i bought my stupid stove). Today, I inform the guy that two days ago when I talked to them, he says, interrupting me, we didn't call you two days ago. YES YOU DID! and dont interrupt me. I was trying to be polite but they you had to interrupt me. My kids interrupt me, so does hubby...it TICKS me off. Dont do it...oh...to late. He says, we didn't call you two days ago, I say well who did and how more times are people going to call me asking me about a stove I dont own. He hung up on me.
Why is it that when I call places, they tell me that my call will be monitored for quality control, but when places call me they are rude and hang up on me.
See...this is why I dont answer my house phone and why I dont have an answering machine. (mom, stop calling my house phone would you) I have a cell phone. all of the people who try to call me know it and they can call that if they want to talk to me. I hereby swear, I will not answer my house phone every again (unless its my neighbor across the street) (crap, how will I know...I dont have caller id) (crap)
1 hour till hell comes home. Do I make cookies for hell or play call of Duty.
I told myself I would not post anything unless it was nice. No more bitching about kids, or kids, or kids, or anything else.
Notice how QUIET its been around here!
WELL ENOUGH OF THAT CRAP!
My life is my kids, who drive me crazy. If you have kid and they are around the same age and you say they dont drive you crazy, BULLSHIT! (yes mom, I know)
What pushed me over the edge...what made me write this note when its the middle of the day and there are no kids to drive me crazy..
An extended service warranty company called about the range that I purchased from Sears in 07. Well, from just that sentence, it does not seem like its a big deal. But, see, two days ago when they called, I told them I bought a range from sears, returned it and bought one from Home depot the next day. I DONT HAVE A RANGE FROM SEARS. They argued with me two days ago..(like I dont know where i bought my stupid stove). Today, I inform the guy that two days ago when I talked to them, he says, interrupting me, we didn't call you two days ago. YES YOU DID! and dont interrupt me. I was trying to be polite but they you had to interrupt me. My kids interrupt me, so does hubby...it TICKS me off. Dont do it...oh...to late. He says, we didn't call you two days ago, I say well who did and how more times are people going to call me asking me about a stove I dont own. He hung up on me.
Why is it that when I call places, they tell me that my call will be monitored for quality control, but when places call me they are rude and hang up on me.
See...this is why I dont answer my house phone and why I dont have an answering machine. (mom, stop calling my house phone would you) I have a cell phone. all of the people who try to call me know it and they can call that if they want to talk to me. I hereby swear, I will not answer my house phone every again (unless its my neighbor across the street) (crap, how will I know...I dont have caller id) (crap)
1 hour till hell comes home. Do I make cookies for hell or play call of Duty.
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