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*
Friday, July 01, 2005
Thursday, June 30, 2005
A morning of accidents
It started around 4:30 this morning. I was awakened by M standing on my side of the bed crying. "Mommy, I peed on my crouton." I assured him that it was ok, and I crawled out of bed. (Brag moment: This is the second nighttime accident since he has been fully potty trained. Isn't that great?!??!) I manuevered the toy-strewn floor of his room to his dresser and got him a new pair of underwear and took him to the bathroom and stripped his wet clothes off him. I made him go potty and helped him into fresh underwear and brought him back to bed with me. I checked his bed, and it wasn't wet, so I just think he tried to get up to go (Yippee!) and didn't make it.
Later....
I had to stop into Wally on the way into work to pick up a snack for a going away party for a co-worker. While I was there, I got M a bottle of chocolate milk and a doughnut and one for my mother as well. On our way into Tulsa, M kept flipping the chocolate milk bottle upside down. I told him to stop because he was going to spill it and that next time I was going to take it away. Not more than a minute had lapsed when he spilled three-quarters of a bottle of chocolate milk in the car. He started crying and asked me to pull the car over. I told him to use the blanket (I keep a blanket in the car for him to cover up with when he is napping) to clean up the mess. We were just past Hwy 20 and almost to Memaw's.
So, I didn't get into work until 9:00 today because I had to get the car seat out of the car and clean the car and such before I came into work. You can't not clean milk out of your car in OK during the summer. It's not like it was a soda, KWIM?
Anyone need a three year old for entertainment over the holiday weekend? He really is a lot of fun!
Later....
I had to stop into Wally on the way into work to pick up a snack for a going away party for a co-worker. While I was there, I got M a bottle of chocolate milk and a doughnut and one for my mother as well. On our way into Tulsa, M kept flipping the chocolate milk bottle upside down. I told him to stop because he was going to spill it and that next time I was going to take it away. Not more than a minute had lapsed when he spilled three-quarters of a bottle of chocolate milk in the car. He started crying and asked me to pull the car over. I told him to use the blanket (I keep a blanket in the car for him to cover up with when he is napping) to clean up the mess. We were just past Hwy 20 and almost to Memaw's.
So, I didn't get into work until 9:00 today because I had to get the car seat out of the car and clean the car and such before I came into work. You can't not clean milk out of your car in OK during the summer. It's not like it was a soda, KWIM?
Anyone need a three year old for entertainment over the holiday weekend? He really is a lot of fun!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Gerald Green
Last post for today...I promise.
I can't finish out the day without posting on Gerald Green. Gerald Green signed a LOI to play of Oklahoma State, but then he decided to go pro instead and signed an agent.
On behalf of the Oklahoma State fan base, may I just say...
I think it's hilarious that you weren't the first high school draft pick. I think it's even MORE hilarious that you weren't even number two. And I am absolutely giddy that Joey Graham went before you.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, you traitor! Doggin' my 'Pokes like that!
(Did I mention that I don't think anyone should be able to be a professional athlete (MBA, NFL, NASCAR Nextel, MLB, etc.) unless you will be 21 before the calendar year is over?)
GO POKES!
I can't finish out the day without posting on Gerald Green. Gerald Green signed a LOI to play of Oklahoma State, but then he decided to go pro instead and signed an agent.
On behalf of the Oklahoma State fan base, may I just say...
I think it's hilarious that you weren't the first high school draft pick. I think it's even MORE hilarious that you weren't even number two. And I am absolutely giddy that Joey Graham went before you.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, you traitor! Doggin' my 'Pokes like that!
(Did I mention that I don't think anyone should be able to be a professional athlete (MBA, NFL, NASCAR Nextel, MLB, etc.) unless you will be 21 before the calendar year is over?)
GO POKES!
A touch of Cinderella
I remember my college roommate and my best friends comments about me when I set about to clean. My idea of cleaning is more like a spring cleaning (although I could eliminate this by doing it more often--tee hee!). I didn't own a mop, but now that I am a mom, I have a Swiffer WetJet. But still to this day, I prefer to clean a floor by getting on my hands and knees with a scrub brush and rag and scrub the floor. I'm absolutely mad I tell you.
What prompts this post? Well, tonight I made up my mind I was cleaning the bathroom. I started at 8, and at 9:30 as I sit and type this post, I am still not completely finished, but I have retired for the night due to exhaustion. The sink and toilet are scrubbed; the tub is as well but there are still a few areas that I need to get a Magic Eraser after that I decided can wait until tomorrow evening. I have also put off sweeping and scrubbing the bathroom floor until tomorrow.
This cleaning episode also consisted of:
(1) cleaning M's step stool
(2) throwing away old bath toys and putting the new ones in the shower bag
(3) throwing away the bath mat and making a note on the need to buy list to buy a replacement
(4) throwing out the old magazines that were in there
(5) checking shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream bottles and throwing away ones that are low or empty that haven't made it to the trash yet
(6) cleaning the glass
(7) clearing off the vanity
So, Tanner, you can see I haven't changed. I would have continued cleaning tonight if I wasn't getting tired and getting hot. The backache I was getting from bending over scrubbing didn't help either.
Well, I'm off to empty the dryer so I can start a load of darks in the washer and move them to the dryer tomorrow morning.
*Disclaimer: In no way does the title of this post indicate that I do everything around here because I don't. B cooked dinner tonight and did the dishes and unloaded the dishwasher. He also has kept M corraled while I cleaned. It's all about give and take.
What prompts this post? Well, tonight I made up my mind I was cleaning the bathroom. I started at 8, and at 9:30 as I sit and type this post, I am still not completely finished, but I have retired for the night due to exhaustion. The sink and toilet are scrubbed; the tub is as well but there are still a few areas that I need to get a Magic Eraser after that I decided can wait until tomorrow evening. I have also put off sweeping and scrubbing the bathroom floor until tomorrow.
This cleaning episode also consisted of:
(1) cleaning M's step stool
(2) throwing away old bath toys and putting the new ones in the shower bag
(3) throwing away the bath mat and making a note on the need to buy list to buy a replacement
(4) throwing out the old magazines that were in there
(5) checking shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream bottles and throwing away ones that are low or empty that haven't made it to the trash yet
(6) cleaning the glass
(7) clearing off the vanity
So, Tanner, you can see I haven't changed. I would have continued cleaning tonight if I wasn't getting tired and getting hot. The backache I was getting from bending over scrubbing didn't help either.
Well, I'm off to empty the dryer so I can start a load of darks in the washer and move them to the dryer tomorrow morning.
*Disclaimer: In no way does the title of this post indicate that I do everything around here because I don't. B cooked dinner tonight and did the dishes and unloaded the dishwasher. He also has kept M corraled while I cleaned. It's all about give and take.
You big ol' meanie!
M & I stopped at Wally this morning on our way out of town to see if we could find a decent yellow rose for my sorority sister that just had a baby girl. There weren't any of decent appearance, so I went ahead and picked up a vase. (I'll go down the street to the flower shop and get it there but I'm not paying $6 for a vase, KWIM?). Anyway, I went ahead and got M chocolate milk and a doughnut while we were there (great breakfast, huh?) and proceeded to check out. M was on a roll. He punched the buttons on the card reader several times after I told him not to and turned it away from him, moved him away, etc.
So I really got on to him as we were walking out of the store, and we were walking at the same time as this elderly gentlemen. He was wearing a ballcap with the local VFW branch on it and he just snickered when he heard M declare, "You are just mean, mom."
The guy asked me, "Are you being mean to that boy?" through his laughter.
I smiled back at the gentlemen and replied, "Sir, I'll tell you like I've told him. If I don't get at least one "You're mean." or "I don't like you, Mommy." a day when he is acting like this, I'm not doing my job."
The gentlemen laughed and replied, "God bless you. There should be more parents out there like you."
It made me feel a little better for getting on to M--knowing that I was doing what I am supposed to be doing and that there are individuals out there that agree that it is the right thing.
M was no worse for the wear either. He climbed into his carseat and I buckled him in and he played rocket ship during our commute to town.
So I really got on to him as we were walking out of the store, and we were walking at the same time as this elderly gentlemen. He was wearing a ballcap with the local VFW branch on it and he just snickered when he heard M declare, "You are just mean, mom."
The guy asked me, "Are you being mean to that boy?" through his laughter.
I smiled back at the gentlemen and replied, "Sir, I'll tell you like I've told him. If I don't get at least one "You're mean." or "I don't like you, Mommy." a day when he is acting like this, I'm not doing my job."
The gentlemen laughed and replied, "God bless you. There should be more parents out there like you."
It made me feel a little better for getting on to M--knowing that I was doing what I am supposed to be doing and that there are individuals out there that agree that it is the right thing.
M was no worse for the wear either. He climbed into his carseat and I buckled him in and he played rocket ship during our commute to town.
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