Luke Stricklin
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Sunday, July 31, 2005
Can't be so
It's 9 PM CDT, and M is asleep. I can't believe it! He's been asleep since about 8:30 PM. He's really been fighting going to sleep lately, and the last two days, we has not gotten a nap and both nights he has been asleep before 9. So, the question is, do we eliminate the naps altogether?
If you are a mom and you are reading, I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on this.
If you are a mom and you are reading, I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on this.
Why I love the Dollar Store and the butcher!
A few months ago, a Dollar General store was put in on my side of town. This means that I don't have to drive to the nasty one on the West side (I really never went there because it was so bad). B & I popped in one Saturday on a vendetta of saving a little money, and we were hooked!
I went there yesterday and got Jello cups, fruit cups, juice for M, canned vegetables, Mac & Cheese, other box stuff, deoderant, and laundry detergent. I spent just over $34 and we came home with a LOT! If you want to save money, go to the Dollar Store!
Between that and the butcher in Dewey, I will only have to go to the grocery store for TV dinner things for my lunch, bread, eggs, milk, fruits, etc. We bought meat for about the entire month at the butcher, and we only spent $65. Oh, man! I wish I had known about this place years ago because there is no comparison on the quality of the meat or pork to the stores packages. My absolute favorite is the sausage. It isn't spicy at all, so M will eat it and he really likes it.
One of these days, I'm going to calculate the savings in it's entirety. I do know that the meat from the butcher roughly runs around $1.99/lb. with a little variance. Take that you corporate giants!
I went there yesterday and got Jello cups, fruit cups, juice for M, canned vegetables, Mac & Cheese, other box stuff, deoderant, and laundry detergent. I spent just over $34 and we came home with a LOT! If you want to save money, go to the Dollar Store!
Between that and the butcher in Dewey, I will only have to go to the grocery store for TV dinner things for my lunch, bread, eggs, milk, fruits, etc. We bought meat for about the entire month at the butcher, and we only spent $65. Oh, man! I wish I had known about this place years ago because there is no comparison on the quality of the meat or pork to the stores packages. My absolute favorite is the sausage. It isn't spicy at all, so M will eat it and he really likes it.
One of these days, I'm going to calculate the savings in it's entirety. I do know that the meat from the butcher roughly runs around $1.99/lb. with a little variance. Take that you corporate giants!
Friday, July 29, 2005
GIT--Friday morning edition
Ok, I honestly don’t know how much more of GIT I can take. Yesterday, I turned her loose on a monthly reporting file (I shadowed her last time). She spent almost all day on it. Of course, I had to extract the files from the system for her because as is typical with this company and the one we support, it takes an act of Congress to get any type of access. Sometimes an act of congress isn’t enough.
She had screen prints to work with and the prior month’s file was out there as well. Now, if someone says, “When you finish, your file should look exactly the same as last month’s file,” wouldn’t you check and make sure it was like last month’s file? Uh, apparently not, because she didn’t have it set up like last month’s file. Also, ACCOUNTING RULE 101 SPECIFIES THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CHECK ALL FORMULAS BEFORE SENDING OUT A FILE. You had darn sure better be sure that everything cross-foots and ties out. Did I get that with this file? You guessed it.
I will admit some of my changes were probably nit-picky, but in financial reporting, consistency is key. So, I documented the changes for her and gave those issues to her along with a corrected copy so she could compare that to her file. (I know you are thinking anal much? here, and you aren't off base. I am anal, but that's what makes me a good accountant.)
While this is going on, one of my other co-workers in another subgroup comes over and mentions something that GIT has to have done BY 3 (better if it's earlier than that), so that throws out my training with her for the rest of the day. That's a good thing, but I was already getting worked up about having to train her this afternoon as well. I've never had anyone get under my skin this much--honestly!
In addition, I will admit that I sneeze more than the average jane (allergies), but please stop asking if I am ok! Also, you don't have to rub my shoulder consolingly every time you are in my cube, and my name is not honey, sweetie, kiddo, or anything else. You can call me by my first name; heck you can even call me by my last name. I even answer to hey you. But the sweeties and honeys are just a little annoying.
I have come to one conclusion though--GIT + me + pregnancy hormones = VERY bad combination. Under normal circumstances--GIT + me = bad combination anyway, but my hormones just aren't helping. I'd literally look at the items on my desk and visualize myself chunking them over the wall at her quite frequently.
She had screen prints to work with and the prior month’s file was out there as well. Now, if someone says, “When you finish, your file should look exactly the same as last month’s file,” wouldn’t you check and make sure it was like last month’s file? Uh, apparently not, because she didn’t have it set up like last month’s file. Also, ACCOUNTING RULE 101 SPECIFIES THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CHECK ALL FORMULAS BEFORE SENDING OUT A FILE. You had darn sure better be sure that everything cross-foots and ties out. Did I get that with this file? You guessed it.
I will admit some of my changes were probably nit-picky, but in financial reporting, consistency is key. So, I documented the changes for her and gave those issues to her along with a corrected copy so she could compare that to her file. (I know you are thinking anal much? here, and you aren't off base. I am anal, but that's what makes me a good accountant.)
While this is going on, one of my other co-workers in another subgroup comes over and mentions something that GIT has to have done BY 3 (better if it's earlier than that), so that throws out my training with her for the rest of the day. That's a good thing, but I was already getting worked up about having to train her this afternoon as well. I've never had anyone get under my skin this much--honestly!
In addition, I will admit that I sneeze more than the average jane (allergies), but please stop asking if I am ok! Also, you don't have to rub my shoulder consolingly every time you are in my cube, and my name is not honey, sweetie, kiddo, or anything else. You can call me by my first name; heck you can even call me by my last name. I even answer to hey you. But the sweeties and honeys are just a little annoying.
I have come to one conclusion though--GIT + me + pregnancy hormones = VERY bad combination. Under normal circumstances--GIT + me = bad combination anyway, but my hormones just aren't helping. I'd literally look at the items on my desk and visualize myself chunking them over the wall at her quite frequently.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Big Brother twists again
Well, as we all suspected, Eric was voted out tonight. The spin is, of course, that Maggie is now HOH. Now, here is what Maggie should do as HOH.
Disclaimer: I would love to accept props for this, but I'd be lying for coming up with this. This is all the Mister's idea.
Maggie should put up James and Beau. By nominating James and Beau, she actually has 4 people playing for her side with it comes to the POV competition. One of her group then wins the competition and removes Beau. Maggie then puts up James and Sarah and viola! You have broken up another couple and the entire alliance. In the process, you proceeded to ensure that there is one less couple who gets a chance at $1 million.
I knew I loved B for a reason. ;)
Disclaimer: I would love to accept props for this, but I'd be lying for coming up with this. This is all the Mister's idea.
Maggie should put up James and Beau. By nominating James and Beau, she actually has 4 people playing for her side with it comes to the POV competition. One of her group then wins the competition and removes Beau. Maggie then puts up James and Sarah and viola! You have broken up another couple and the entire alliance. In the process, you proceeded to ensure that there is one less couple who gets a chance at $1 million.
I knew I loved B for a reason. ;)
Why I don't shop
Let me just start by saying that I am not a small gal, so I don’t have that cutesy pregnancy belly that some women get. I really don’t like shopping for clothes under normal circumstances, so you can only assume that I HATE shopping while pregnant.
All of my clothes from when I was pregnant with M are mostly fall/winter clothes because I had M in late winter. So my pregnancy wardrobe this time around has been substantially lacking. Now that I am finally starting to show somewhat, my normal shirts just aren’t fitting anymore. (I’ve been in maternity pants for a while now.) So, I finally had to break down and go shopping for a few shirts yesterday. I left work about 30 minutes early and headed to Target. I tried on some shirts, but the ones that were dressier for work weren’t exactly working for me because of chest size. So I went up a size or so in Women’s and let’s just say, Uh, no. Of course all the shirts that were dressy enough there had a ruffle or a bow and blech!
So I went down to Sears and they were having a clearance sale! I picked out a few shirts, an outfit, and a dress and headed into the dressing room. The only shirts they had that were equivalent with what I could wear to work were a small floral print. Eww! I felt like a doily. I mean seriously, it was something a 70-year-old woman would wear. The dress wasn’t doing it for me either (chest issue again). The outfit was the only thing that was dressy enough for work and allowed for room to grow. So I spent 30 dollars on ONE outfit. The good thing is that I power shop, so the entire shopping trip was one hour for both stores. So, I need about 3 shirts and I have ONE, and I have to go shopping AGAIN this weekend. GRR!
All of my clothes from when I was pregnant with M are mostly fall/winter clothes because I had M in late winter. So my pregnancy wardrobe this time around has been substantially lacking. Now that I am finally starting to show somewhat, my normal shirts just aren’t fitting anymore. (I’ve been in maternity pants for a while now.) So, I finally had to break down and go shopping for a few shirts yesterday. I left work about 30 minutes early and headed to Target. I tried on some shirts, but the ones that were dressier for work weren’t exactly working for me because of chest size. So I went up a size or so in Women’s and let’s just say, Uh, no. Of course all the shirts that were dressy enough there had a ruffle or a bow and blech!
So I went down to Sears and they were having a clearance sale! I picked out a few shirts, an outfit, and a dress and headed into the dressing room. The only shirts they had that were equivalent with what I could wear to work were a small floral print. Eww! I felt like a doily. I mean seriously, it was something a 70-year-old woman would wear. The dress wasn’t doing it for me either (chest issue again). The outfit was the only thing that was dressy enough for work and allowed for room to grow. So I spent 30 dollars on ONE outfit. The good thing is that I power shop, so the entire shopping trip was one hour for both stores. So, I need about 3 shirts and I have ONE, and I have to go shopping AGAIN this weekend. GRR!
Liar! Liar!
I was approached this morning by another co-worker that is training GIT (the original one). I guess GIT has been telling everyone she has been training with me and will be really busy the next few days training with me.
The thing is GIT has also been telling me she’s been training with other co-workers and that I will be able to train her this afternoon and tomorrow morning?
I smell a liar here! Please remind me that it is not professional to deck a co-worker. This touchy feely crap is driving me insane. How hard is it to understand the my space, your space concept, huh?
The thing is GIT has also been telling me she’s been training with other co-workers and that I will be able to train her this afternoon and tomorrow morning?
I smell a liar here! Please remind me that it is not professional to deck a co-worker. This touchy feely crap is driving me insane. How hard is it to understand the my space, your space concept, huh?
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
GIT today's stupid question
Yesterday, I sent a screen print via email to GIT that she would need to prepare an entry today. The screen print included the information she needed to populate and the transaction code of the screen she needed to access in SAP.
GIT emails me today to ask me what the shortcut is to this screen. My response: "The transaction code is at the bottom of the screen print. It's XXXXXXXX."
DUH, I'M TELLIN' YA!
GIT emails me today to ask me what the shortcut is to this screen. My response: "The transaction code is at the bottom of the screen print. It's XXXXXXXX."
DUH, I'M TELLIN' YA!
Big Brother Booya
One of the local TV stations here has a segment during College Football/Basketball season called Bedlam Booya. Well last night, Big Brother had it's own BOOYA! going on.
Oh, man, I really think Kaysar's coup outdid Nakomis'. He totally has Eric right where he wants him, and I can't be more estatic! It wasn't pretty at my house last night as I was pumping my arms and saying, "Oh, yeah, baby! You've been had!"
It's pretty pathetic that I got that riled up over a TV show though. LOL!
Oh, man, I really think Kaysar's coup outdid Nakomis'. He totally has Eric right where he wants him, and I can't be more estatic! It wasn't pretty at my house last night as I was pumping my arms and saying, "Oh, yeah, baby! You've been had!"
It's pretty pathetic that I got that riled up over a TV show though. LOL!
Monday, July 25, 2005
Secrets
My MIL is evil. Ok, I'm just kidding about the evil part. She is actually a wonderful woman, but she has taught M something rotten.
This weekend, she taught M to come up to you and to tell you that he needs to tell you a secret. He will then get you very close to his mouth so he can act like he's going to whisper something in your ear and then he proceeds to lick you. Rotten...just rotten!
Well, now, this is his favorite thing to do and the bad thing is that you can really ever tell if you are getting a rotten secret or a real one.
Grandmas...gotta love them.
This weekend, she taught M to come up to you and to tell you that he needs to tell you a secret. He will then get you very close to his mouth so he can act like he's going to whisper something in your ear and then he proceeds to lick you. Rotten...just rotten!
Well, now, this is his favorite thing to do and the bad thing is that you can really ever tell if you are getting a rotten secret or a real one.
Grandmas...gotta love them.
PSA--Leftover Lunch remnants
One of my co-workers has deposited what smells like a mixed fruit cup into his or her wastebasket. The smell is so sickeningly sweet; it actually is making me nauseous and giving me a headache as well.
I had another co-worker come into my cube and smell, and she assured me she could smell it too, and her sniffer isn't too great. You can just imagine what it's like for a pregnant woman whose sense of smell is so keen.
So, for those working individuals (or those soon to enter the workfroce) that read this blog, here goes nothing:
Please dispose of your lunch remnants in the trash cans provided in the cafeteria/break areas. No one wants to smell your lunch for the remainder of the working day.
I had another co-worker come into my cube and smell, and she assured me she could smell it too, and her sniffer isn't too great. You can just imagine what it's like for a pregnant woman whose sense of smell is so keen.
So, for those working individuals (or those soon to enter the workfroce) that read this blog, here goes nothing:
Please dispose of your lunch remnants in the trash cans provided in the cafeteria/break areas. No one wants to smell your lunch for the remainder of the working day.
Manic Monday
It has been a few days since I posted, so this will be a catch up thread. Pull up a chair, grab a coke, and settle in. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Swimming lessons
M completed his session of swimming lessons. The head of aquatics wants him to continue in this class level until he matures some more. I completely agree. I loved his instructors though. They had a remarkable amount of patience (which is needed with M).
Training
Well, I got both girls trained on settlements, and everything ended up well. There was a valuable lesson learned, so that is good. Of course, the training probably didn’t help my blood pressure levels, which I am supposed to be monitoring.
Pregnancy
Everything is still going well. My blood pressure was up a little bit at the last appointment (hence the mention in the above). I have been monitoring it though and it’s been pretty good. I took my 1 hour glucose test Saturday and my OB’s office called back to let me know it was good so everything is right on track.
Harry Potter
I finally finished Book 6. We are still working through the book as a family though. All I can say is wow! JK Rowling did such a remarkable job. This book explained so much. I'm also glad that I can finally read comments about the book without having to read spoilers. UGH!
Other random thoughts…
I took an antihistamine that my mother-in-law brought home for me. It’s a dissolvable kind. Blech! I’ll have to remember NOT to take this unless I’m getting ready to eat. The aftertaste is horrible. I have also smelled this sickeningly sweet mixed fruit cup type smell around my office today and it’s making me nauseous. Ick!
Swimming lessons
M completed his session of swimming lessons. The head of aquatics wants him to continue in this class level until he matures some more. I completely agree. I loved his instructors though. They had a remarkable amount of patience (which is needed with M).
Training
Well, I got both girls trained on settlements, and everything ended up well. There was a valuable lesson learned, so that is good. Of course, the training probably didn’t help my blood pressure levels, which I am supposed to be monitoring.
Pregnancy
Everything is still going well. My blood pressure was up a little bit at the last appointment (hence the mention in the above). I have been monitoring it though and it’s been pretty good. I took my 1 hour glucose test Saturday and my OB’s office called back to let me know it was good so everything is right on track.
Harry Potter
I finally finished Book 6. We are still working through the book as a family though. All I can say is wow! JK Rowling did such a remarkable job. This book explained so much. I'm also glad that I can finally read comments about the book without having to read spoilers. UGH!
Other random thoughts…
I took an antihistamine that my mother-in-law brought home for me. It’s a dissolvable kind. Blech! I’ll have to remember NOT to take this unless I’m getting ready to eat. The aftertaste is horrible. I have also smelled this sickeningly sweet mixed fruit cup type smell around my office today and it’s making me nauseous. Ick!
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
GIT X 2
Well, it's gotten to be my busy time of the month. As my profile shows, I work in the energy industry (more specifically crude oil), and this is our settlement time. Today, I had to train my replacement and another lady as well who is filling a position vacated by another employee that moved elsewhere within the company.
GIT#1 (my replacement) actually did fairly well with settlements. She entered a few numbers in the wrong areas of the spreadsheet, but heck, I've done that. As we reverified numbers today when working on getting the items into the accounting system, things started to click as to what was supposed to go where.
GIT#2 (employee replacement) did ok with the settlements as well. The other analysts she worked with seemed ok with her work.
And then we get today...
GIT#1 has worked with the systems somewhat and has uploaded journal entries; GIT#2 has not.
So today I walked them through how to generate the journal entries with the settlement system and how to format the journal entries. I didn't let them upload. I also explained that sometimes a number gets thrown out and that if there is a "0" amount there, to delete that line because the validation system will kick it out. Well, the "0" lines got deleted as did the system generated lines that didn't have any information in the lines except the system information. I looked over the journal entries and after looking at the second one, I knew my fears had been confirmed. So, I had to go in and reset the system, reextract the journals, and then reformat them. Talk about a headache.
The good thing about this...GIT#1 & GIT#2 both learned from this mistake. It put us about half a day behind, but when you are training someone, that's not that bad.
*sigh*
GIT#1 (my replacement) actually did fairly well with settlements. She entered a few numbers in the wrong areas of the spreadsheet, but heck, I've done that. As we reverified numbers today when working on getting the items into the accounting system, things started to click as to what was supposed to go where.
GIT#2 (employee replacement) did ok with the settlements as well. The other analysts she worked with seemed ok with her work.
And then we get today...
GIT#1 has worked with the systems somewhat and has uploaded journal entries; GIT#2 has not.
So today I walked them through how to generate the journal entries with the settlement system and how to format the journal entries. I didn't let them upload. I also explained that sometimes a number gets thrown out and that if there is a "0" amount there, to delete that line because the validation system will kick it out. Well, the "0" lines got deleted as did the system generated lines that didn't have any information in the lines except the system information. I looked over the journal entries and after looking at the second one, I knew my fears had been confirmed. So, I had to go in and reset the system, reextract the journals, and then reformat them. Talk about a headache.
The good thing about this...GIT#1 & GIT#2 both learned from this mistake. It put us about half a day behind, but when you are training someone, that's not that bad.
*sigh*
Swimming safety
Tomorrow is the last night of swimming lessons for M. Tonight, they covered a little bit of water safety. The instructors arranged the kids on the side of the pool and had them lie down on their stomaches and use their hands to pull in the instructor. They also had them use a noodle to pull in a person.
Well, of course, it gets to M. M does ok on the hand. Then it gets to the noodle. Rather than pulling the noodle toward him, M decides to blow into the hole in the noodle to blow out the water. Luckily the instructors find him so amusing.
Edited: Oh, I forgot about the boating safety. The instructors had a raft and they showed the kids how to get into a boat. They then took them further out in the water and shook the raft and showed them how to hold on and then
They capsized the raft. M started bawling. He doesn't mind going under...but only as long as it is of his doing.
He is doing fairly well since he is still so young. He can swim with a floatation belt and can somewhat do the crawl and the breaststroke. Now, if I could just get him on his back long enough to practice the backstroke and crawl on his back...
Well, of course, it gets to M. M does ok on the hand. Then it gets to the noodle. Rather than pulling the noodle toward him, M decides to blow into the hole in the noodle to blow out the water. Luckily the instructors find him so amusing.
Edited: Oh, I forgot about the boating safety. The instructors had a raft and they showed the kids how to get into a boat. They then took them further out in the water and shook the raft and showed them how to hold on and then
They capsized the raft. M started bawling. He doesn't mind going under...but only as long as it is of his doing.
He is doing fairly well since he is still so young. He can swim with a floatation belt and can somewhat do the crawl and the breaststroke. Now, if I could just get him on his back long enough to practice the backstroke and crawl on his back...
Monday, July 18, 2005
GIT (midday post)
GIT finally appeared for work today at noon. The first thing she does is come and ask me how my weekend is, which is fine, but she touches my back soothingly in the process. She then proceeds to stick her nose into a comment I had made just prior to my cubby next door about the not so helpful help desk getting back to me about the printer installation issue I was having. I can now finally print to the new printer. It only took 2 1/2 weeks to resolve the issue and I work for a computer company. Sheesh!
I really wanted to bust a "Baby" from Dirty Dancing on her about the touching thing though.
"This is your space. This is my space."
Now keep your hands to yourself please!
Of course, she shows after the busy part of my day is complete. Now she is cross-training with another co-worker on part of another desk, which is just fine by me. I'll let her work on co-workers stuff for a while and then we will cover verifications. *sigh*
I really wanted to bust a "Baby" from Dirty Dancing on her about the touching thing though.
"This is your space. This is my space."
Now keep your hands to yourself please!
Of course, she shows after the busy part of my day is complete. Now she is cross-training with another co-worker on part of another desk, which is just fine by me. I'll let her work on co-workers stuff for a while and then we will cover verifications. *sigh*
GIT
I have been considering writing a similar post for a while, but I have honestly refrained for ethical reasons. However, I can't keep myself from it any more.
I am training a girl at work to take my place while I am out on leave. The girl I'm training (hereby referred to as GIT for the remainder of the post) is leaving a little bit to be desired. The main reason is that GIT just really rubs me the wrong way. While I am sure she is approximately 20 years my senior, I do not appreciate being called "kiddo." Every time she calls me "kiddo," I want to throttle her. I understand that I am only 28, but I've been an accountant for almost 10 years. I've probably done more in those 10 years than she has in her lifetime--FASB rework, financial reporting, intercompany reconciliations, etc.
The second thing that bugs me is that she is always asking how I am--I'm pregnant; it's not like I have a terminal illness and I've had no complications and have only missed 3 days of work since being pregnant and that was when I had the stomach bug coupled with morning sickness. I'm fine; I'm actually peachy!
Third, she always says, "It will be ok." Uh, I wasn't aware that I or my coworkers were stressed out that badly. I'm not stressed. I was actually quite calm until GIT arrived.
Fourth, I seem to remember that giving shoulder rubs is considered not acceptable for the workplace. GIT always comes up and puts her hand on my back or rubs my shoulders and it makes me so uncomfortable.
So, because of little things like that, I will admit that I am probably projecting a little bit of my feelings toward GIT. However....
Today I came in to a voicemail stating that GIT has heat exhaustion again. She's going to try to come in later. *eyeroll* This is the second time in being here less the three weeks she has been here that she has called in due to heat exhaustion. The next two days are the busiest of the month on my desk. Yes that means that I shouldn't have time to blog, but I'm waiting on IT gal to log in and load my information into the system for me. I know she's probably interviewing elsewhere for another position, but COME ON ALREADY! Part of finding a job is being reliable and I am just not seeing it.
So as you can see, my patience for GIT is waning even more.
I am training a girl at work to take my place while I am out on leave. The girl I'm training (hereby referred to as GIT for the remainder of the post) is leaving a little bit to be desired. The main reason is that GIT just really rubs me the wrong way. While I am sure she is approximately 20 years my senior, I do not appreciate being called "kiddo." Every time she calls me "kiddo," I want to throttle her. I understand that I am only 28, but I've been an accountant for almost 10 years. I've probably done more in those 10 years than she has in her lifetime--FASB rework, financial reporting, intercompany reconciliations, etc.
The second thing that bugs me is that she is always asking how I am--I'm pregnant; it's not like I have a terminal illness and I've had no complications and have only missed 3 days of work since being pregnant and that was when I had the stomach bug coupled with morning sickness. I'm fine; I'm actually peachy!
Third, she always says, "It will be ok." Uh, I wasn't aware that I or my coworkers were stressed out that badly. I'm not stressed. I was actually quite calm until GIT arrived.
Fourth, I seem to remember that giving shoulder rubs is considered not acceptable for the workplace. GIT always comes up and puts her hand on my back or rubs my shoulders and it makes me so uncomfortable.
So, because of little things like that, I will admit that I am probably projecting a little bit of my feelings toward GIT. However....
Today I came in to a voicemail stating that GIT has heat exhaustion again. She's going to try to come in later. *eyeroll* This is the second time in being here less the three weeks she has been here that she has called in due to heat exhaustion. The next two days are the busiest of the month on my desk. Yes that means that I shouldn't have time to blog, but I'm waiting on IT gal to log in and load my information into the system for me. I know she's probably interviewing elsewhere for another position, but COME ON ALREADY! Part of finding a job is being reliable and I am just not seeing it.
So as you can see, my patience for GIT is waning even more.
Hallelujah!
B finally got to feel the baby kick yesterday! This is a monumental occasion as normally the baby calms down whenever he tries. He never did get to feel M kick. M would seem to go to sleep as soon as B placed his hand on my belly too.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Annie
One of my nieces is very involved in the theatre and dance. She has been in several Children's Theatre productions and is really quite talented. Well this weekend we attended the musical, Annie, in which she was a member of the orphan's chorus. (On the odd chance that you are reading this, A, you did a wonderful job!)
M's first exposure to A's performances was around the time he was 18 months old. He has been to her recitals, saw her in The Nutcracker, Annie, Huckleberry Finn, etc. He loved Annie! He really did very well, considering the show didn't start until 7:30 pm. He danced; he clapped; his only complaint came when one of the singers started projecting (I believe it was Mrs. Hannigan) and he complained that she was screaming at him.
He was overjoyed to get a hug from our orphan, A, and he wanted so badly to go and give Annie hugs and kisses. (The funniest part of the evening actually came from the little girl halfway up stage left that sang along with Annie on Tomorrow.)
All he has done all day has talked about A and Annie.
M's first exposure to A's performances was around the time he was 18 months old. He has been to her recitals, saw her in The Nutcracker, Annie, Huckleberry Finn, etc. He loved Annie! He really did very well, considering the show didn't start until 7:30 pm. He danced; he clapped; his only complaint came when one of the singers started projecting (I believe it was Mrs. Hannigan) and he complained that she was screaming at him.
He was overjoyed to get a hug from our orphan, A, and he wanted so badly to go and give Annie hugs and kisses. (The funniest part of the evening actually came from the little girl halfway up stage left that sang along with Annie on Tomorrow.)
All he has done all day has talked about A and Annie.
Angel
The other evening, M was in bed with B & I, and we were watching TV. I had my hands on my belly, as the baby was kicking.
M was lying between B & I mimicking me. He was rubbing his belly too. When B & I inquired as to what he was doing, he said as serious as could be, "I'm feeling my angel kick inside my belly."
The kid's a mess.
M was lying between B & I mimicking me. He was rubbing his belly too. When B & I inquired as to what he was doing, he said as serious as could be, "I'm feeling my angel kick inside my belly."
The kid's a mess.
Friday, July 15, 2005
My ears! My ears!
Well, as if the Pistol Pete icon on the side container of my blog and my Gerald Green rant hasn't alerted you to this fact, I am a HUGE Oklahoma State fan. My favorite sport to watch is college basketball. I'm all about the madness, baby!
Ok, now that you have the foreward, let's get to the story.
My SIL and BIL have gone to Branson with their kids and Meme & Papa for a few days. SIL dropped off the housekey to B so we can take care of their labrador. The small inside dog is at a kennel and we are picking him up tomorrow for them because they won't be back in time.
Well SIL's keychain was one of those that plays the college fight song and SIL's family are OU fans (hey, no one can be perfect, can they?).
M finds the keychain on the counter this morning and picks it up and it's starts playing "Boomer Loser." Blech! As expected, the keychain becomes a novelty to him and he keeps playing it over and other despite my pleas for him to stop. At least he redeemed himself by singing along to it with his own words of "Burn the Schooner!"
Atta boy!
(But I so didn't want to hear "Boomer Loser" first thing in the morning, let alone on a TGIF. I was almost writhing in pain.)
Ok, now that you have the foreward, let's get to the story.
My SIL and BIL have gone to Branson with their kids and Meme & Papa for a few days. SIL dropped off the housekey to B so we can take care of their labrador. The small inside dog is at a kennel and we are picking him up tomorrow for them because they won't be back in time.
Well SIL's keychain was one of those that plays the college fight song and SIL's family are OU fans (hey, no one can be perfect, can they?).
M finds the keychain on the counter this morning and picks it up and it's starts playing "Boomer Loser." Blech! As expected, the keychain becomes a novelty to him and he keeps playing it over and other despite my pleas for him to stop. At least he redeemed himself by singing along to it with his own words of "Burn the Schooner!"
Atta boy!
(But I so didn't want to hear "Boomer Loser" first thing in the morning, let alone on a TGIF. I was almost writhing in pain.)
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Swim lessons
M is taking swimming lessons at the Y for Monday through Thursday for the next two weeks. He has already had parent/tot classes, so he moved up to an instructor taught class this time. He's a pike. In the pike class, the children swim with a flotation belt. Of course, M has no fear of water, but he's a 3.5 year old (I think he's possibly the youngest in his class), so he also doesn't listen. He loves to swim, and he just kind of goes on his merry way.
They have the classes separated by lanes, but there is no divider separating the deep end of the pool from the shallow end. Yesterday, the instructors (the Y's lead aquatics lady and two of the teenage lifeguards) had to keep corraling M b/c he kept trying to head toward the deep end.
Imagine my surprise today when the kids did indeed swim the length of the pool and back 4 or 5 times. M was the slowest, but that's because he is still trying to walk kick (using his whole legs) and he isn't crawling yet. So tonight, we came home and I got him in front of me and we worked on the crawling technique. I have a feeling he will have to repeat this class again next year, but the instructor just laughed at me and assured me he was doing great.
She did also laugh and say, "I'm sure you are wore out at the end of the day with him around."
It's a good thing my hair is colored blonde so she can't see all the grey and white hair I have already. I promise you, the kid has put it there.
They have the classes separated by lanes, but there is no divider separating the deep end of the pool from the shallow end. Yesterday, the instructors (the Y's lead aquatics lady and two of the teenage lifeguards) had to keep corraling M b/c he kept trying to head toward the deep end.
Imagine my surprise today when the kids did indeed swim the length of the pool and back 4 or 5 times. M was the slowest, but that's because he is still trying to walk kick (using his whole legs) and he isn't crawling yet. So tonight, we came home and I got him in front of me and we worked on the crawling technique. I have a feeling he will have to repeat this class again next year, but the instructor just laughed at me and assured me he was doing great.
She did also laugh and say, "I'm sure you are wore out at the end of the day with him around."
It's a good thing my hair is colored blonde so she can't see all the grey and white hair I have already. I promise you, the kid has put it there.
How to start your day with a positive outlook
I got this today from a Yahoo group I'm a member of, and I thought it was too great not to share. I only wish it was this easy....
How to start your day with a positive outlook
1. Open a new file in your PC.
2. Name it "Housework."
3. Send it to the RECYCLE BIN.
4. Empty the RECYCLE BIN.
5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete Housework permanently?"
6. Answer calmly, "Yes," and press the mouse button firmly....
7. Feel better?
How to start your day with a positive outlook
1. Open a new file in your PC.
2. Name it "Housework."
3. Send it to the RECYCLE BIN.
4. Empty the RECYCLE BIN.
5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete Housework permanently?"
6. Answer calmly, "Yes," and press the mouse button firmly....
7. Feel better?
Life in the fast lane
The highways here in OK actually have signs posted along them that say "Slower traffic please keep right."
HOWEVER
Mr. Idiot driver in the White Kia,
If I am in the fast lane and the speed limit is 65 and I'm doing 70, then I am actually breaking the traffic laws. Therefore, if I'm not going fast enough for you, wait until you can pass or I can get over for you, and then go on your merry way.
DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT FLASH YOUR LIGHTS AT ME AND EXPECT ME TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY.
My stubborn self will stay in the fast lane if you are going to be rude! MORON!
For the rest of cyberland that actually drives nicely, good morning!
HOWEVER
Mr. Idiot driver in the White Kia,
If I am in the fast lane and the speed limit is 65 and I'm doing 70, then I am actually breaking the traffic laws. Therefore, if I'm not going fast enough for you, wait until you can pass or I can get over for you, and then go on your merry way.
DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT FLASH YOUR LIGHTS AT ME AND EXPECT ME TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY.
My stubborn self will stay in the fast lane if you are going to be rude! MORON!
For the rest of cyberland that actually drives nicely, good morning!
Monday, July 11, 2005
My sweet little man
M is very much a snuggler; he always has been. He also loves to play with women's hair. I can always tell when he is getting tired, because he starts twirling my hair in hands or starts petting it (like he did just now). He's just always played with my hair when he needs consoling or is tired.
Last night we stayed at my mother's. Well, the thing is he snuggled against me all night last night. The guest room has a twin bed with a trundle which we pulled up for him. Around one, he ended up in the twin bed with me. The thing is the kids already have a case of sibling rivalry going on. The baby kicks at M in utero whenever M is in my lap, etc. So in order to get any sleep, my back had to be toward M which made my rhomboid muscles very sore. If I slept spooning M which is more comfortable for both of us, the baby kicked at M. Needless to say, I'm quite tired and sore tonight.
So, now, I'm sitting here waiting on B to call us back to wish us good night (called earlier about M's swim lessons which I will post about tomorrow), and I'm yawning like crazy, my eyes are watering, and my back is killing me.
Well, I let M watch cartoons in the living room earlier and went to the bedroom and turned on Prelude to a Kiss for lack of anything better to watch on TV. I got out our percussion massager to try and work some of the stiffness and soreness out of my back.
M came in there and told me to lie down with my head on a pillow and he rubbbed my back for me with the massager. He did a very good job for a little boy too. What a sweetheart I have. He's going to make a fine husband one day.
Well, I can't hold my eyes open much longer, so until tomorrow....
Pleasant dreams! (Hopefully for all of us tonight!)
Last night we stayed at my mother's. Well, the thing is he snuggled against me all night last night. The guest room has a twin bed with a trundle which we pulled up for him. Around one, he ended up in the twin bed with me. The thing is the kids already have a case of sibling rivalry going on. The baby kicks at M in utero whenever M is in my lap, etc. So in order to get any sleep, my back had to be toward M which made my rhomboid muscles very sore. If I slept spooning M which is more comfortable for both of us, the baby kicked at M. Needless to say, I'm quite tired and sore tonight.
So, now, I'm sitting here waiting on B to call us back to wish us good night (called earlier about M's swim lessons which I will post about tomorrow), and I'm yawning like crazy, my eyes are watering, and my back is killing me.
Well, I let M watch cartoons in the living room earlier and went to the bedroom and turned on Prelude to a Kiss for lack of anything better to watch on TV. I got out our percussion massager to try and work some of the stiffness and soreness out of my back.
M came in there and told me to lie down with my head on a pillow and he rubbbed my back for me with the massager. He did a very good job for a little boy too. What a sweetheart I have. He's going to make a fine husband one day.
Well, I can't hold my eyes open much longer, so until tomorrow....
Pleasant dreams! (Hopefully for all of us tonight!)
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Cousins in cahoots
Well, almost cousins, that is.
My brother is engaged to be married in September. His fiancee, B, has a 4 year old little girl, A. Well tonight while my brother and B were working on wedding details with my mother and I, M & A were watching TV in my brother's quarters. I guess B & my brother had left the wedding stuff out, but they had made an effort to put it up in an area the children weren't supposed to be in.
Well, my brother went to check on the kids and found them playing bubble slide. Bubble slide consisted of my brother's laundry basket and the wedding bubbles dumped into the basket allowing for the kids to slip and slide inside the basket. It's hard not to laugh about it and to not simultaneously shake your head and say, "Oy vey," at the same time.
They aren't even legally cousins yet, and look at them. This experience is just one of many more to come, I sure.
My brother is engaged to be married in September. His fiancee, B, has a 4 year old little girl, A. Well tonight while my brother and B were working on wedding details with my mother and I, M & A were watching TV in my brother's quarters. I guess B & my brother had left the wedding stuff out, but they had made an effort to put it up in an area the children weren't supposed to be in.
Well, my brother went to check on the kids and found them playing bubble slide. Bubble slide consisted of my brother's laundry basket and the wedding bubbles dumped into the basket allowing for the kids to slip and slide inside the basket. It's hard not to laugh about it and to not simultaneously shake your head and say, "Oy vey," at the same time.
They aren't even legally cousins yet, and look at them. This experience is just one of many more to come, I sure.
Random thoughts
I'm sitting here blogging while waiting for my father's cake to finish baking. We are having dinner and a cake for dad today. His birthday was Thursday and he's 53 years young.
I started to get M dressed today and the outfit I pulled out is too small. He's is getting so big. We are now basically shopping for my 3.5 yo in the boy's section. He's too big for the toddler's clothing for the most part. He's wearing size 4 and 5.
So I had B bring in the box we got with our layaway yesterday that had M's Yoda in it and I folded it and put in the box.
ET...I never really watched this movie when I was a kid. That's almost un-American isn't it. Well it's on the Sci-Fi channel now, and M is watching it. I know B was excited because it's one of his favorite movies from his childhood. M is lying in the floor with his pillow and his play rifle just watching the show. It'as so cute.
Well the timer is beeping; it's time to get dad's cake out and start getting around to go to Tulsa.
For those in the path of Dennis the Menance, God Bless and you are in my thoughts and prayers!
I started to get M dressed today and the outfit I pulled out is too small. He's is getting so big. We are now basically shopping for my 3.5 yo in the boy's section. He's too big for the toddler's clothing for the most part. He's wearing size 4 and 5.
So I had B bring in the box we got with our layaway yesterday that had M's Yoda in it and I folded it and put in the box.
ET...I never really watched this movie when I was a kid. That's almost un-American isn't it. Well it's on the Sci-Fi channel now, and M is watching it. I know B was excited because it's one of his favorite movies from his childhood. M is lying in the floor with his pillow and his play rifle just watching the show. It'as so cute.
Well the timer is beeping; it's time to get dad's cake out and start getting around to go to Tulsa.
For those in the path of Dennis the Menance, God Bless and you are in my thoughts and prayers!
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Momma ain't happy
I'm using the computer as time to calm down before I head to bed.
It started when we got back home from Lowe's. There was a lot to get done before bedtime tonight. B has to travel to OKC on Monday and Tuesday for training, (and of course laundry was backed up) so I was making sure all the laundry except the towels was done today. While we were there, we picked up trim for the wall above the cabinets and an end piece to try and see if it fit. B looked at that while I emptied the dryer. M was trying to help me which I allowed him to do until he couldn't really help anymore. M went into the kitchen and was in B's way so he got upset with B.
B was sawing an end piece for the cabinets (we've been lying a tile cabinet top). B sent M out of the kitchen because he was in the way. Well, M got upset at B and said a bad word. I made him sit in time out. Then B called me in there to help and of course he was sawing on the cabinet area that had already been tiled and he got the tile too, so we are going to have to fix that. Luckily that's not expensive, but still....
When we got done with that, I drew a bath for M. Well, there is a step stool in the bathroom for M to reach the vanity better (it came with the convertible potty training chair), and M decided he needed to get that into the tub, so when I walked back in there (I just finished loading the washing machine and started it), there was water all over the floor. Now mind you, this is already after I caught him trying it once and told him no. At least it wasn't as bad as the Captain Jack episode, but still....
So, now B and M are in the bedroom watching TV, and I'm trying to calm down before I head back there. I'm also kind of waiting for the washing machine to finish so I can move the dark colored clothes over and start the towels which is all I have left to do.
In short, I'm tired (I only got a thirty minute nap today and I haven't really slept well all week), I'm cranky, and I'm not happy. Beware world!
It started when we got back home from Lowe's. There was a lot to get done before bedtime tonight. B has to travel to OKC on Monday and Tuesday for training, (and of course laundry was backed up) so I was making sure all the laundry except the towels was done today. While we were there, we picked up trim for the wall above the cabinets and an end piece to try and see if it fit. B looked at that while I emptied the dryer. M was trying to help me which I allowed him to do until he couldn't really help anymore. M went into the kitchen and was in B's way so he got upset with B.
B was sawing an end piece for the cabinets (we've been lying a tile cabinet top). B sent M out of the kitchen because he was in the way. Well, M got upset at B and said a bad word. I made him sit in time out. Then B called me in there to help and of course he was sawing on the cabinet area that had already been tiled and he got the tile too, so we are going to have to fix that. Luckily that's not expensive, but still....
When we got done with that, I drew a bath for M. Well, there is a step stool in the bathroom for M to reach the vanity better (it came with the convertible potty training chair), and M decided he needed to get that into the tub, so when I walked back in there (I just finished loading the washing machine and started it), there was water all over the floor. Now mind you, this is already after I caught him trying it once and told him no. At least it wasn't as bad as the Captain Jack episode, but still....
So, now B and M are in the bedroom watching TV, and I'm trying to calm down before I head back there. I'm also kind of waiting for the washing machine to finish so I can move the dark colored clothes over and start the towels which is all I have left to do.
In short, I'm tired (I only got a thirty minute nap today and I haven't really slept well all week), I'm cranky, and I'm not happy. Beware world!
Kids say the darndest things
M's intellect never ceases to amaze me. Often it seems like I'm not talking to a 3.5 year old at all.
Last night, M was needing attention, so he crawled into bed with B & I and watched TV with us until he fell asleep. We were talking about the baby kicking and being in my belly and I mentioned that he was going to have to learn how to share me soon. B replied that M was going to be a big brother very soon.
M replied, "I can't be a big brother. I'm just a little kid. I don't know how to be a big brother."
My heart broke and melted simultaneously and I hugged him close. He'll do just fine.
Last night, M was needing attention, so he crawled into bed with B & I and watched TV with us until he fell asleep. We were talking about the baby kicking and being in my belly and I mentioned that he was going to have to learn how to share me soon. B replied that M was going to be a big brother very soon.
M replied, "I can't be a big brother. I'm just a little kid. I don't know how to be a big brother."
My heart broke and melted simultaneously and I hugged him close. He'll do just fine.
Friday, July 08, 2005
"Personal" conversations
I miss my office (but not the work). I am back to prairie dogging, aka cube you know what. As such, any personal conversations can be heard by all your co-workers. Luckily, they do have a small conference room for you to use to make those phone calls you really don't want to hear, eg the call to your gynecologist to schedule your yearly lube and boob aka pap smear or whatever it is you guys have done.
Unfortunately, not all phone calls can be taken in the conference room. This included a phone call from B.
5 PM: Cell phone vibrates
B: What time are you heading out?
Me: I'm actually shutting down right now.
Conversation ensues while I am cleaning my desk and walking to the kitchen to clean my coffee cup out. He mentions that he has steaks thawing for dinner, is on his way to play raquetball, and would I start the baked potatoes when I get home.
No problem. I also tell him Sunday's plans are canceled and basically tell him I'll talk to him when I get home. The conversation lingers. I'm back to my cube and I can't take it anymore.
I blurt out, "Baby, I'm going to have to let you go because I really have to go to the bathroom and I don't want to take you in there with me."
The two co-workers that were left sitting around me for the day busted out laughing at my expense. Sorry you had to hear that guys, but hey, when ya gotta go, you gotta go--especially when you are pregnant.
Unfortunately, not all phone calls can be taken in the conference room. This included a phone call from B.
5 PM: Cell phone vibrates
B: What time are you heading out?
Me: I'm actually shutting down right now.
Conversation ensues while I am cleaning my desk and walking to the kitchen to clean my coffee cup out. He mentions that he has steaks thawing for dinner, is on his way to play raquetball, and would I start the baked potatoes when I get home.
No problem. I also tell him Sunday's plans are canceled and basically tell him I'll talk to him when I get home. The conversation lingers. I'm back to my cube and I can't take it anymore.
I blurt out, "Baby, I'm going to have to let you go because I really have to go to the bathroom and I don't want to take you in there with me."
The two co-workers that were left sitting around me for the day busted out laughing at my expense. Sorry you had to hear that guys, but hey, when ya gotta go, you gotta go--especially when you are pregnant.
Loving two
This was posted on a message board that I frequent, and I couldn't read it all the way through without getting misty-eyed. The only change has been to change the 2 year old to 3 year old, which is my & M's case.
Loving Two
I walk along holding your 3-year-old hand,
basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder: How could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me
as you've never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way,
"Please love only me."
And I hear myself telling you in mine,
"I can't," knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder
on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing,
I find myself attached to that new being,
and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him -- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change,
first to curiosity,
then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass,
and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two.
There are new times -- only now, we are three.
I watch the love between you grow,
the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you -- as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you,
I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered, to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you -- only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time,
I now know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.
I love you -- both. And I thank you both for blessing my life.
Author Unknown
Loving Two
I walk along holding your 3-year-old hand,
basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder: How could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me
as you've never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way,
"Please love only me."
And I hear myself telling you in mine,
"I can't," knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder
on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing,
I find myself attached to that new being,
and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him -- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change,
first to curiosity,
then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass,
and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two.
There are new times -- only now, we are three.
I watch the love between you grow,
the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you -- as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you,
I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered, to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you -- only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time,
I now know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.
I love you -- both. And I thank you both for blessing my life.
Author Unknown
Taggin'
Last weekend, I bought a stretchy shirt in a size larger than what I would normally wear. I did this because (1) it will stretch and allow for room when I get bigger (still not really showing with this pregnancy), and (2) since M was a winter baby, I really don't have any summer maternity shirts and I needed a summer shirt that would accomodate my belly as the pregnancy progressed. I wore the shirt last weekend with no problems. Of course it has been washed and has shrunk a little (no big issue there because it was large last weekend).
I wore the shirt today to work, because it's one that can be casual or dressy depending on pants, etc. Well now the blasted tag is doing the I wanna pop out thing. I'll tuck it in and then someone points out it is sticking out. I guess if that is the least of my worries today then I'm doing good, but it's sure driving me nuts. It has been an ongiong battle already this morning and the day isn't nearly half over yet.
Of course, now I'm thinking, I wonder why I even wore this shirt today.
TGIF and is it five yet?
I wore the shirt today to work, because it's one that can be casual or dressy depending on pants, etc. Well now the blasted tag is doing the I wanna pop out thing. I'll tuck it in and then someone points out it is sticking out. I guess if that is the least of my worries today then I'm doing good, but it's sure driving me nuts. It has been an ongiong battle already this morning and the day isn't nearly half over yet.
Of course, now I'm thinking, I wonder why I even wore this shirt today.
TGIF and is it five yet?
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Bad mommy
As parents, we are supposed to be the adults in the situation, but there are times when we are just pushed to our limit and even we don't act like the adults we are supposed to be. I am guilty of stooping to that level this morning. M was just in a mood and was doing everything he could to push my buttons. By the time I had dropped him off at my mother's and after his temper tantrum there, I lost it. I quickly kissed him good-bye, sent him over to my mother who was sitting outside, and slammed the car door and left.
Now that I am here at work and have had time to calm down a little, I feel so guilty. The guilt is just overwhelming. I know we all do this as parents at times, but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow the humble pie, does it? So, if you are reading this. go hug your kid for me and let your child know that you love him or her. Saying you are sorry and telling your child over the phone that you love him just isn't the same as doing it in person.
Now that I am here at work and have had time to calm down a little, I feel so guilty. The guilt is just overwhelming. I know we all do this as parents at times, but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow the humble pie, does it? So, if you are reading this. go hug your kid for me and let your child know that you love him or her. Saying you are sorry and telling your child over the phone that you love him just isn't the same as doing it in person.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I'm changing my name
Yes, you read that right. I'm changing my name because M is on a "Momma" kick tonight.
Scene: M is lying on the floor next to the computer chair going back and forth between saying "Aieee Aiieee Aiee" (Think Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train here which B just download to his cell phone for use as his new ringtone) and burying himself under his Snoopy blanket and repeating "Momma...momma...momma...momma."
This is in spite of my asking him what he needs and his laughing at me.
I think I'm off for Tylenol and hopefully pleasant dreams.
Anyone want to assist with a new name?
Scene: M is lying on the floor next to the computer chair going back and forth between saying "Aieee Aiieee Aiee" (Think Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train here which B just download to his cell phone for use as his new ringtone) and burying himself under his Snoopy blanket and repeating "Momma...momma...momma...momma."
This is in spite of my asking him what he needs and his laughing at me.
I think I'm off for Tylenol and hopefully pleasant dreams.
Anyone want to assist with a new name?
Speeders beware
I have nothing but the upmost respect for law enforcement officers seeing as how my husband used to work in law enforcement; my brother is a municipal police officer; my brother-in-law used to be a reserve deputy; and my step brother-in-law was a former municipal police officer. What I saw yesterday totally blew my mind, and all I have to say is "Way to go!" to the Tulsa Police Department.
My son stays with my mom during the day (aka Memaw). When I pulled to a stop at the stop sign on my mom's street, there was a motorcycle officer sitting in front of my mom's house. There is a 4 way stop at one end of the street and a stop on the alternating street there. Both are ran by motorists habitually. Some motorists don't even stop and breeze through the signs at 30 to 40 mph. The officer was there to issue citations for speeding and failure to yield. How awesome is that?!?!?!
I can honestly say I never have seen an officer patrol a neighborhood like that until yesterday. Thank you, Tulsa PD, for a job well done.
(I'm very curious to see how many citations were given.)
My son stays with my mom during the day (aka Memaw). When I pulled to a stop at the stop sign on my mom's street, there was a motorcycle officer sitting in front of my mom's house. There is a 4 way stop at one end of the street and a stop on the alternating street there. Both are ran by motorists habitually. Some motorists don't even stop and breeze through the signs at 30 to 40 mph. The officer was there to issue citations for speeding and failure to yield. How awesome is that?!?!?!
I can honestly say I never have seen an officer patrol a neighborhood like that until yesterday. Thank you, Tulsa PD, for a job well done.
(I'm very curious to see how many citations were given.)
Monday, July 04, 2005
Fourth of July
My BIL put it best tonight. The 4th of July just isn't as much fun when you are an adult. When we were kids, it was almost like waiting for Christmas. You waited eagerly for the day to come in the summer where you could shoot off pop bottle rockets, light fountains, do smoke bombs, etc. It seemed like it took forever to get here and you never had enough time to light all the fireworks so you strung the popping out for at least another weekend or two.
As an adult now, you are sitting outside thinking about how stinkin' hot it is. The breeze that has been around all day, of course, desists as soon as the sun starts to set. Even if it is a fairly cool 4th, the lack of breeze, coupled with the humidity in the South, makes the evening sweltering. If you are lucky enough to be the parent or aunt or uncle that isn't appointed to supervise this year, you pull up a lawnchair and help keep an eye on the kids and freebase liquids to stay hydrated. If you are a supervising adult, you get to assist with the lighting of the fireworks, which also goes hand-in-hand with being the enforcer.
"C, get back. M make sure your arm is extended. J don't go past your uncle. Ok, run kids. Not now C; it's J's turn."
My evening consisted of me sitting in a lawnchair at the edge of the driveway and the country road. I was the designated sparkler adult. M would get up next to me like he was getting ready to sit in my lap and we would light a sparkler and wave it around. This only lasted for about 3 sparklers and then he got bored and wanted his father to get his F-150 truck out of the back of our truck so he could drive it around the yard. I also lit sparklers for my nephews, C & J. They did ok with them, but you still had to remind them to hold them away from their body and don't get near anyone with them.
Fun, huh? Now, I'm sitting in the living room with the air conditioner blowing on me and the fan blowing on me as well--cooling off--before I head to bed. You see, this parent (like it seems that my parents did as well on most 4ths) has to work tomorrow.
So, now I will retire to bed for the night. I pray there are no thunderstorms like there were last night. My built-in thunderdetector crawled into bed with us at 1 and spent the rest of the night there. My neck and upper back have been killing me all day. I know B pulled him away from me at least 3 times and I moved him back in the center of the bed twice. Sleep peacefully and Happy 4th!
As an adult now, you are sitting outside thinking about how stinkin' hot it is. The breeze that has been around all day, of course, desists as soon as the sun starts to set. Even if it is a fairly cool 4th, the lack of breeze, coupled with the humidity in the South, makes the evening sweltering. If you are lucky enough to be the parent or aunt or uncle that isn't appointed to supervise this year, you pull up a lawnchair and help keep an eye on the kids and freebase liquids to stay hydrated. If you are a supervising adult, you get to assist with the lighting of the fireworks, which also goes hand-in-hand with being the enforcer.
"C, get back. M make sure your arm is extended. J don't go past your uncle. Ok, run kids. Not now C; it's J's turn."
My evening consisted of me sitting in a lawnchair at the edge of the driveway and the country road. I was the designated sparkler adult. M would get up next to me like he was getting ready to sit in my lap and we would light a sparkler and wave it around. This only lasted for about 3 sparklers and then he got bored and wanted his father to get his F-150 truck out of the back of our truck so he could drive it around the yard. I also lit sparklers for my nephews, C & J. They did ok with them, but you still had to remind them to hold them away from their body and don't get near anyone with them.
Fun, huh? Now, I'm sitting in the living room with the air conditioner blowing on me and the fan blowing on me as well--cooling off--before I head to bed. You see, this parent (like it seems that my parents did as well on most 4ths) has to work tomorrow.
So, now I will retire to bed for the night. I pray there are no thunderstorms like there were last night. My built-in thunderdetector crawled into bed with us at 1 and spent the rest of the night there. My neck and upper back have been killing me all day. I know B pulled him away from me at least 3 times and I moved him back in the center of the bed twice. Sleep peacefully and Happy 4th!
Showers of beauty
Last night, I finally broke out my photos to put up in the living room. I finished up my collage frame of family members and put finally put M's 2 and 3 year old pictures in his collage frame. I rotated out his picture in the family picture frame. By the time I had finished all that and had hung some of the pictures, it was dusk.
We heard the muffled booms inside the house and finally ventured outside to discover that with the open field across from us, we had a very good view of the fireworks display at the mall about three miles away. B lowered the tailgate on his truck, and we all sat on the tailgate and watched the fireworks light up the sky.
As you can imagine, M ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the fireworks. He commented on how pretty they were. We watched the fireworks for about 30 minutes, and then we ventured back inside to enter into peaceful slumber only to have that slumber interrupted with nature's fireworks--lightning and thunder.
From our family to yours, we hope you have a happy and safe Independence Day.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
And they sleep
I got home yesterday afternoon, and much to my chagrin, I was still quite tired. I came home to find that B wasn't feeling well either. He was kind of in a mood, so around 8:00 to 8:30, I told M to come to mommy's room and we would watch cartoons together. I know it wasn't long and I was asleep.
Isn't it amazing how when we are young and in college, we can stay up until 3 or 4 in the morning or sometimes even all night, and it doesn't seem to phase us? You get a job, start a family, and you essentially become the parents that you didn't understand when you were little.
I remember when I was around 9 or 10 and my parents would go back to their room to take a nap, and my brother and I both thought they were nuts. Now, there are Saturday and Sunday afternoons when I am praying to G-d for M to go to sleep and begging M to close his eyes...all so I can get some sleep.
Back to the original thoughts....
Well, I'm awake now and the boys are still asleep in my bed. M is cuddled up against B, and they are both snoring. M's snore is oh so soft and begins just where B's ends. It's moments like those, when you are looking at the two men in your life that hold your heart in their hands, sleeping so peacefully, and you remember just how blessed you are and thank G-d for your life.
As I quietly closed the door to let them sleep, I heard a sigh from M. I pray his dreams are peaceful.
Isn't it amazing how when we are young and in college, we can stay up until 3 or 4 in the morning or sometimes even all night, and it doesn't seem to phase us? You get a job, start a family, and you essentially become the parents that you didn't understand when you were little.
I remember when I was around 9 or 10 and my parents would go back to their room to take a nap, and my brother and I both thought they were nuts. Now, there are Saturday and Sunday afternoons when I am praying to G-d for M to go to sleep and begging M to close his eyes...all so I can get some sleep.
Back to the original thoughts....
Well, I'm awake now and the boys are still asleep in my bed. M is cuddled up against B, and they are both snoring. M's snore is oh so soft and begins just where B's ends. It's moments like those, when you are looking at the two men in your life that hold your heart in their hands, sleeping so peacefully, and you remember just how blessed you are and thank G-d for your life.
As I quietly closed the door to let them sleep, I heard a sigh from M. I pray his dreams are peaceful.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Just call me "Droopy"
Do you remember the cartoon dog, Droopy? I tell you, this is me today. Exhaustion kicked in about an hour ago. Now I'm sitting here at my desk with another good 4 hours to go, and I just can't seem to keep my eyes open and I have what seems to be a permanent case of the yawns.
If you know me and you happen to be watching me at work, come poke me and make sure I am awake.
*yawn*
If you know me and you happen to be watching me at work, come poke me and make sure I am awake.
*yawn*
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