Ever since I had to change our evening television viewing routine due to Fox putting the Family Guy on when there are little eyes to watch it. We've been watching the Brady Bunch. Ah, memories of ultra short skirts which I, swear the god, caught a glimpse of Jan's undies a few weeks ago, and polyester-gingham pants.
The thing is, in the majority of episodes at the end, you will find Mike and Carol Brady in their bed. They read, they do leg bends, they get the random child popping in their room for parently advise, and then they end with some smoochy-kissy-lead-you-to-believe-they-want-to-get-randy-after-they-turn-the-lights-off-closing.
I suppose they would be getting it on since there is never wary a fight amongst the parents. No, "You spent HOW much money on lotion?" and my favorite, since it's me asking it, "You bought $90.00 bike shorts?" (Should one's butt be that precious that they need a $90.00 chamios?)
And I would like to know why there aren't the episodes where the child comes in the room in the middle of the night with a nightmare about someone trying to take her out of her room so she then ends up on the floor on top of a heater vent, sucking the warmth away from me. Or the better middle of the night episodes full of vomit and crying. That makes for great televison.
Well, I suppose I should provide some nourishing dinner for these darling children since one just found a snack leftover from the other's lunch bag and threw a fit that I won't let her eat it.
Also, before I forget my complete grace, I would like to let you know I chipped a front tooth last night because I find it highly difficult to raise a glass of water to my lips. D'oh!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Draw that line Mommy
The husband and I are trying not to get Christmas present wacky.
We've made a list. We've added things to the list. We look through the Sunday ads. We see things we think are adorable. Things that two little girls would *love*. A Collector's Set of 15 Around the World unique Littlest Pets.
They are truly adorable. A little seal, a penguin, a chiuahua! With a Sombrero! The humanity of it all! The lure of parent's looking at the ads everywhere!
Target has probably ten per store and we get there and they are sold out! Imagine that! You can't buy them online, they are unique, collector's items that have no rainchecks given out.
Truth be told. All the ebay bastards bought them and they are on ebay for twice the price they were in store.
BOO!
So I'm trying to get over it. But I keep seeing the sweet, large, doe eyes of the 15 littlest pet shop pets looking at me from the ad, wanting to come to my house to get lost and spend countless days in my purse and at various restaurants to pass the time whilst waiting for food to arrive.
I'm sure there are a handful of them, magnetized to the posts under the seats in my car. I should go check and see.
Better yet, I should get my butt to bed as I promised myself that I would go to bed early since I am quite certain I slept through most of my drive to work this morning and spent the remainder of the day in a complete fog of tiredness.
We've made a list. We've added things to the list. We look through the Sunday ads. We see things we think are adorable. Things that two little girls would *love*. A Collector's Set of 15 Around the World unique Littlest Pets.
They are truly adorable. A little seal, a penguin, a chiuahua! With a Sombrero! The humanity of it all! The lure of parent's looking at the ads everywhere!
Target has probably ten per store and we get there and they are sold out! Imagine that! You can't buy them online, they are unique, collector's items that have no rainchecks given out.
Truth be told. All the ebay bastards bought them and they are on ebay for twice the price they were in store.
BOO!
So I'm trying to get over it. But I keep seeing the sweet, large, doe eyes of the 15 littlest pet shop pets looking at me from the ad, wanting to come to my house to get lost and spend countless days in my purse and at various restaurants to pass the time whilst waiting for food to arrive.
I'm sure there are a handful of them, magnetized to the posts under the seats in my car. I should go check and see.
Better yet, I should get my butt to bed as I promised myself that I would go to bed early since I am quite certain I slept through most of my drive to work this morning and spent the remainder of the day in a complete fog of tiredness.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Aren't they just darling?
I was just on my friend's blog looking at photos of her kids and her recent wedding...beautiful, all of them.
And I'm sitting here on the couch with my kids, who, can be quite darling, and we can capture those moments in photos sometimes....and thank goodness. Because S is sitting here elbowing B in the head and then just pushed her off onto the floor.
Darling!
We had parent-teacher conferences on Wednesday and I found out that S is functioning at a third grade level on most everything she is doing. She is going to an advanced-enrichment class once a week to further her learning so she doesn't get bored. I am amazed. Truly floored at her abilities. So I've started researching on what I can do to help her desire to continue learning and not squash her in any way.
It's Friday night, halleguiah, the husband is on his way home from work, he's off all next week. I'm just working Monday and we leave for Las Vegas Tuesday morning to spend the holiday at the in-laws. At least it'll be warmer than it is here.
I also spoke with my big boss today, had a real conversation, let him know what is keeping me from coming in and subjecting myself to my fears. Asked about that raise he promised a few months ago, end of year bonuses...a real conversation. AND, I did not blotch out and get the over-anxious fear that I usually get. Thank goodness for drugs that work. :)
It was a good day. It was a good week. It started out shakey due to the new seating arrangements, but we've started warming up to each other and we're on speaking terms, so that is good.
I also had a little motivation and got some much needed paperwork done. Wow!
Well, I am out for now.
And I'm sitting here on the couch with my kids, who, can be quite darling, and we can capture those moments in photos sometimes....and thank goodness. Because S is sitting here elbowing B in the head and then just pushed her off onto the floor.
Darling!
We had parent-teacher conferences on Wednesday and I found out that S is functioning at a third grade level on most everything she is doing. She is going to an advanced-enrichment class once a week to further her learning so she doesn't get bored. I am amazed. Truly floored at her abilities. So I've started researching on what I can do to help her desire to continue learning and not squash her in any way.
It's Friday night, halleguiah, the husband is on his way home from work, he's off all next week. I'm just working Monday and we leave for Las Vegas Tuesday morning to spend the holiday at the in-laws. At least it'll be warmer than it is here.
I also spoke with my big boss today, had a real conversation, let him know what is keeping me from coming in and subjecting myself to my fears. Asked about that raise he promised a few months ago, end of year bonuses...a real conversation. AND, I did not blotch out and get the over-anxious fear that I usually get. Thank goodness for drugs that work. :)
It was a good day. It was a good week. It started out shakey due to the new seating arrangements, but we've started warming up to each other and we're on speaking terms, so that is good.
I also had a little motivation and got some much needed paperwork done. Wow!
Well, I am out for now.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Her name was Yoshimi...
...she had a blackbelt in karate.
I can't seem to get that song out of my head. The Flaming Lips, if anyone is curious.
I am sitting upstairs on the bed with my sicko B next to me. She has two hollow legs this morning and keeps eating and asking for something more.
She's got the croup, it's so sad. She seems to have a non-stop cold, and it will get nasty for a day or two then back down for a few and then flare up again. Poor kid. But she came in our room about one o'clock this morning, just barking, it sounded horrible. So I started a humidifier in her room, put some warm clothes on, wrapped her in a blanket and we went outside for awhile to breathe in the cold night air. I've always heard that helps. She wasn't too thrilled with being outside so I told her to look at all the stars. It was pretty, and quiet, except for the freeway which can get so loud at night.
I then got to sleep (okay, there was no sleeping involved for me) in her toddler bed with her for an hour while she tossed and turned and I got elbowed and kicked all while trying to stay on the bed.
So the husband and I are swapping work, at least I think that is the plan. He left around 5:30 as he has a deadline this morning...something that needs to go to press before noon. I really don't have any deadlines at work, but we all just swapped desks and I would like to be there to make sure that my more wienie-employees don't have a meltdown due to change.
I went from a large desk to a much smaller desk and you don't see me complaining...when I very well could since I don't have room to do anything. Oh well. Honestly, I don't plan to be there much longer, so kae-sera-sera...how ever you spell that.
I'm giving it to the end the year...blah blah. I also spoke to new boss about two months ago where he said I could get the raise I was asking for...and do you think I've even SPOKEN with him since then? NO! He totally goes out of his way to not speak with me. It is so irritating.
The other irritating thing is is that I have extreme anxiety issues and any sort of confrontation just kills me. Spins me into a red, blotchy mess.
I started Zoloft about three weeks ago, got pulled in to an impromptu meeting a few days ago, and handled it well. Whew.
My newest boss knows about what I'm going through, so that is good. He also knows that I'm ready to get out.
I don't want to sound like I'm a super person, but if I leave, I really don't know what they'd do. I mean, if I were them, I'd be doing whatever in my power to make sure I'm at least a little bit happy. We are very understaffed to begin with, which is okay, it gives us a better change for keeping the bottom line in sync...less money being spent on extras in essence should mean more money to give to me and that raise I was promised. Oh HA HA HA. Blah!
I do know of a few people who are actively in the searching and interviewing for new jobs too, and that will leave them shorthanded in a different area which I told my new boss a few weeks ago that I don't even want to go to that area because of the bitches that work there. No thank you.
Well, this is becoming the once a month bitch fest via me and I should probably go do laundry and clean up the kitchen...since, if I remember correctly, the last time the husband and I swapped work shifts due to a sick child, he had cleaned up the house pretty spiffy.
I should probably do a little of the same since some sick kid is lacking in clean pajamas.
I can't seem to get that song out of my head. The Flaming Lips, if anyone is curious.
I am sitting upstairs on the bed with my sicko B next to me. She has two hollow legs this morning and keeps eating and asking for something more.
She's got the croup, it's so sad. She seems to have a non-stop cold, and it will get nasty for a day or two then back down for a few and then flare up again. Poor kid. But she came in our room about one o'clock this morning, just barking, it sounded horrible. So I started a humidifier in her room, put some warm clothes on, wrapped her in a blanket and we went outside for awhile to breathe in the cold night air. I've always heard that helps. She wasn't too thrilled with being outside so I told her to look at all the stars. It was pretty, and quiet, except for the freeway which can get so loud at night.
I then got to sleep (okay, there was no sleeping involved for me) in her toddler bed with her for an hour while she tossed and turned and I got elbowed and kicked all while trying to stay on the bed.
So the husband and I are swapping work, at least I think that is the plan. He left around 5:30 as he has a deadline this morning...something that needs to go to press before noon. I really don't have any deadlines at work, but we all just swapped desks and I would like to be there to make sure that my more wienie-employees don't have a meltdown due to change.
I went from a large desk to a much smaller desk and you don't see me complaining...when I very well could since I don't have room to do anything. Oh well. Honestly, I don't plan to be there much longer, so kae-sera-sera...how ever you spell that.
I'm giving it to the end the year...blah blah. I also spoke to new boss about two months ago where he said I could get the raise I was asking for...and do you think I've even SPOKEN with him since then? NO! He totally goes out of his way to not speak with me. It is so irritating.
The other irritating thing is is that I have extreme anxiety issues and any sort of confrontation just kills me. Spins me into a red, blotchy mess.
I started Zoloft about three weeks ago, got pulled in to an impromptu meeting a few days ago, and handled it well. Whew.
My newest boss knows about what I'm going through, so that is good. He also knows that I'm ready to get out.
I don't want to sound like I'm a super person, but if I leave, I really don't know what they'd do. I mean, if I were them, I'd be doing whatever in my power to make sure I'm at least a little bit happy. We are very understaffed to begin with, which is okay, it gives us a better change for keeping the bottom line in sync...less money being spent on extras in essence should mean more money to give to me and that raise I was promised. Oh HA HA HA. Blah!
I do know of a few people who are actively in the searching and interviewing for new jobs too, and that will leave them shorthanded in a different area which I told my new boss a few weeks ago that I don't even want to go to that area because of the bitches that work there. No thank you.
Well, this is becoming the once a month bitch fest via me and I should probably go do laundry and clean up the kitchen...since, if I remember correctly, the last time the husband and I swapped work shifts due to a sick child, he had cleaned up the house pretty spiffy.
I should probably do a little of the same since some sick kid is lacking in clean pajamas.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Neverending home projects
When will it stop? We get one thing half-assed finished or figured out, and then it's something else.
Tom, the before mentioned, hamster, was not in the furnace cooking. The husband said that he would never reach the furnace because the airconditioning unit/coils are located on top of the furnace. So he took all sorts of items apart and found the hamster in the airconditioning coils.
The smell is taking us a bit of work to get fully rid of.
We got our new, special sized-to-order, refrigerator this morning...which got dented somewhere in transit, but we got a whopping 10% off for (and you can't see it once it's in place)...and the DAMN thing is about 2 millimeters too tall to get under our cabinets!
So we tried to stick whatever perishable back in to it, went to a soccer game, went to Lowes to find something to trim some wood off the bottom of the cabinets and the husband is up there now, whittling away some wood.
No. We would not be lucky enough to get something that fits in there right the first time. I guess the specs they have for appliances don't include the damn wheels they are sitting on. (?) That only makes sense doesn't it? Why bother about measuring everything attached to the appliance. Oh my hell.
It's so aggravating that I'm in the computer room with a rice krispie treat. They are so good and tasty. If they weren't so soft and delicious, I wouldn't want one. So why can't they get stale already so I'll quit gnawing on them.
I've been going to the chiropractor for terrible lower back and sciatic pain too, and it hurts SO bad right now, and I went to go find my ice pack to numb some pain....and it looks like I left in in the old fridge! That Lowes took with them!!
sssccrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaammmmmmmmm
Life is Grand!
Oh great, I can hear two monsters in my bed upstairs...who are supposed to be *resting* watching a movie.....and it sounds like there is some jumping. I'd better hobble up the stairs and take care of that. Maybe sneak in a nap. Right.
Tom, the before mentioned, hamster, was not in the furnace cooking. The husband said that he would never reach the furnace because the airconditioning unit/coils are located on top of the furnace. So he took all sorts of items apart and found the hamster in the airconditioning coils.
The smell is taking us a bit of work to get fully rid of.
We got our new, special sized-to-order, refrigerator this morning...which got dented somewhere in transit, but we got a whopping 10% off for (and you can't see it once it's in place)...and the DAMN thing is about 2 millimeters too tall to get under our cabinets!
So we tried to stick whatever perishable back in to it, went to a soccer game, went to Lowes to find something to trim some wood off the bottom of the cabinets and the husband is up there now, whittling away some wood.
No. We would not be lucky enough to get something that fits in there right the first time. I guess the specs they have for appliances don't include the damn wheels they are sitting on. (?) That only makes sense doesn't it? Why bother about measuring everything attached to the appliance. Oh my hell.
It's so aggravating that I'm in the computer room with a rice krispie treat. They are so good and tasty. If they weren't so soft and delicious, I wouldn't want one. So why can't they get stale already so I'll quit gnawing on them.
I've been going to the chiropractor for terrible lower back and sciatic pain too, and it hurts SO bad right now, and I went to go find my ice pack to numb some pain....and it looks like I left in in the old fridge! That Lowes took with them!!
sssccrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaammmmmmmmm
Life is Grand!
Oh great, I can hear two monsters in my bed upstairs...who are supposed to be *resting* watching a movie.....and it sounds like there is some jumping. I'd better hobble up the stairs and take care of that. Maybe sneak in a nap. Right.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Explaining death.
So I ended up not going to work today, since I could not talk. I could whisper, and boy could I hack up a lung, but I could not talk.
I stayed home and thought that a drugged-up, blissful sleep would be just the thing to get one to feel better. BUT, how can one do that when their house smells of rancid death and the gruesome cleaner would be here doing a bang-up job of sucking mysterious items out of the vents in the house?
It wasn't as loud as I thought it would be. But it was not the picture of quiet calm, the background of good dreams and sleep. Oh no it was not.
The cleaner got here at 10:30 and left a little after 2:30. My poor little S, instead of staying out and playing, came home and woke me out of the nap I had just slipped in to.
I guess she wanted to know if the cleaner had found Tom. I guess what I didn't realize is that she really, figuratively thought that "finding Tom" meant, an alive Tom. A sparkling, beady eyed, gosh give him some sliced almonds Tom. Oh dear. So I buttered her up with a store bought rice krispie treat, and told her that Tom was dead. (In a very nice, I'm so sorry mom type of way.) I thought for sure she had figured that since the stupid thing was down the vents...somewhere...that he was not frolicking and having fun finding old moldy things to feast on! The dirty vents don't seem to picture of some club med type of vacation away from the pleasure-dome of hamster homes. I don't think you could have paid me to stick my bare hand past the light of day of the vent due to the pure disgustingness of it all.
So she broke in to tears and I consoled with a big hug and my cracking sick voice.
She asked if we could get mice.
I have no comment for that.
What she has been spared of is that the smell is still out there. And why, would my house still reek after four hours of sucking, blowing and antibacterializing?
Well folks, not only did the hairy little ball of fur go down in to the vents, he also, most likely, went all the way to the actual furnace and his little body is frying right there where you can not get to him.
I guess you can't get IN the furnace. Unless you do those things for a living and know how to dismantle and re-assemble a furnace. The cleaner seems to think that he probably fell right on the burner plates and it cooking a little bit more and more each time the furnace turns on.
So he sprayed the fogger-antibacterial solution down into the furnance (where you can see) and told me to just crank that ol furnace up and cook that bugger out of there.
OHHHHHHHH GRROOOOOSSSSSS
I'm trying not to visualize it, but it is really hard not to.
Well, I'm going to get child #2 and take them out to play since the weather is not snowing or freezing. So that means we need to get out of the death hole.
I stayed home and thought that a drugged-up, blissful sleep would be just the thing to get one to feel better. BUT, how can one do that when their house smells of rancid death and the gruesome cleaner would be here doing a bang-up job of sucking mysterious items out of the vents in the house?
It wasn't as loud as I thought it would be. But it was not the picture of quiet calm, the background of good dreams and sleep. Oh no it was not.
The cleaner got here at 10:30 and left a little after 2:30. My poor little S, instead of staying out and playing, came home and woke me out of the nap I had just slipped in to.
I guess she wanted to know if the cleaner had found Tom. I guess what I didn't realize is that she really, figuratively thought that "finding Tom" meant, an alive Tom. A sparkling, beady eyed, gosh give him some sliced almonds Tom. Oh dear. So I buttered her up with a store bought rice krispie treat, and told her that Tom was dead. (In a very nice, I'm so sorry mom type of way.) I thought for sure she had figured that since the stupid thing was down the vents...somewhere...that he was not frolicking and having fun finding old moldy things to feast on! The dirty vents don't seem to picture of some club med type of vacation away from the pleasure-dome of hamster homes. I don't think you could have paid me to stick my bare hand past the light of day of the vent due to the pure disgustingness of it all.
So she broke in to tears and I consoled with a big hug and my cracking sick voice.
She asked if we could get mice.
I have no comment for that.
What she has been spared of is that the smell is still out there. And why, would my house still reek after four hours of sucking, blowing and antibacterializing?
Well folks, not only did the hairy little ball of fur go down in to the vents, he also, most likely, went all the way to the actual furnace and his little body is frying right there where you can not get to him.
I guess you can't get IN the furnace. Unless you do those things for a living and know how to dismantle and re-assemble a furnace. The cleaner seems to think that he probably fell right on the burner plates and it cooking a little bit more and more each time the furnace turns on.
So he sprayed the fogger-antibacterial solution down into the furnance (where you can see) and told me to just crank that ol furnace up and cook that bugger out of there.
OHHHHHHHH GRROOOOOSSSSSS
I'm trying not to visualize it, but it is really hard not to.
Well, I'm going to get child #2 and take them out to play since the weather is not snowing or freezing. So that means we need to get out of the death hole.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Damn hamster!
You know the precious little hamster, Tom, that I mentioned had gotten loose in our house?
Little Tom, we are quite certain, has met his demise in the AIR VENTS in the house.
Let me tell you something gross. It is NOT a nice smell. It is like sitting in a small room with a heavily used catpan that has not been changed in at least four weeks. It is awful.
We sent out many emergency calls to air duct cleaners yesterday in hopes someone would hear the panic and dread in our voices.
Someone is coming in tomorrow. It is not cheap. To clean and fog the vents is going to cost just shy of $500.00.
I am very pissed off at hamsters right now.
It is COLD and we need the heater to come on, and we've set it so low that we are freezing the other members of the house.
And we wake up this morning...still dark outside mind you, to this weird opera-meets-elephant like noise coming from our refrigerator. Like it's trying to tell us in a very loud, and somewhat disturbing way that it is going to most likely die soon. *So replace me! Before I die! Before all the new yogurt and cottage cheese you bought goes rancid on account of me!*
What is next? Don't ask, because I'm superstitious like that. Knock on wood or knock on the body of a dead hamster, if you could find him that is!
AK!
I also have a cold, that I was dealing with just fine yesterday, and late last night turned in to me, talking like a frog. Nice!
I'm going to work though. I can not sit here at home in the stench of decay.
I am going to post a photo of the escape route the hamster took. Now I just need to go find the bubble he gnawed through since I think the cage has already been put in the garage. We don't need any more reminders, like you can't get past the smell, that a hamster has been here.
Little Tom, we are quite certain, has met his demise in the AIR VENTS in the house.
Let me tell you something gross. It is NOT a nice smell. It is like sitting in a small room with a heavily used catpan that has not been changed in at least four weeks. It is awful.
We sent out many emergency calls to air duct cleaners yesterday in hopes someone would hear the panic and dread in our voices.
Someone is coming in tomorrow. It is not cheap. To clean and fog the vents is going to cost just shy of $500.00.
I am very pissed off at hamsters right now.
It is COLD and we need the heater to come on, and we've set it so low that we are freezing the other members of the house.
And we wake up this morning...still dark outside mind you, to this weird opera-meets-elephant like noise coming from our refrigerator. Like it's trying to tell us in a very loud, and somewhat disturbing way that it is going to most likely die soon. *So replace me! Before I die! Before all the new yogurt and cottage cheese you bought goes rancid on account of me!*
What is next? Don't ask, because I'm superstitious like that. Knock on wood or knock on the body of a dead hamster, if you could find him that is!
AK!
I also have a cold, that I was dealing with just fine yesterday, and late last night turned in to me, talking like a frog. Nice!
I'm going to work though. I can not sit here at home in the stench of decay.
I am going to post a photo of the escape route the hamster took. Now I just need to go find the bubble he gnawed through since I think the cage has already been put in the garage. We don't need any more reminders, like you can't get past the smell, that a hamster has been here.
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