Thanksgiving just kinda blurs into Christmas around here. Well, seeing as to how Christmas items were going on display since September, maybe autumn as a whole is blurred into Christmas. It's not that I don't love Christmas. I really, really do. It's one of my favorite times. Not for the gifts, but for the weather, the actual giving, the togetherness.
This year, I am just not feeling it. I have to say, the weather is lovely, though the odd 90 degree day still manages to show it's face every so often. It could be that I have had a constant cold since Labor day. I can't seem to get rid of the sniffles and the occassional fever.
It could be that we're all a bit under the weather. My son has the flu and strep throat, which means he stays home for the week; the hubster has some kind of respiratory infection, and I had a fever and sniffles yesterday. Today all that remains are the sniffles, so my Puffs plus tissues have not left my side. When 3 out of 3 are sick, that means things don't get done. I mean, it's December and I still have yet to get my tree and gifts for anyone.
If one of us gets knocked out of commission, it is chaos. I'm talking dirty dishes and laundry everywhere. Reasoning behind that is that I am so busy taking care of everyone that those things get put on the backburner till everyone is healthy. But when I get knocked out, it's worse than chaos. It's like a tornado ripped through my house and crapped junk all over. There are meds all over with their different water bottles, because (according to some people) you can't use the same water bottle for different meds. The living room has turned into an infirmary - blankets and pillows, snuggies and slippers galore. I am hoping that by this weekend, we will all be functional so that I can have at least have some semblance of normalcy in my life.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Routine
So hey there,
Been a while since I was last on here. Suffice it to say that much has gone on. But so far, the most damaging is the change to my morning shower routine.
My shower routine is this: brush teeth/mouthwash (yes, I do this in the shower - I find the sight of myself brushing kinda gross, as I am very thorough) wash face, then hair and body. Takes about a good 15 minutes and I'm set. That is what I do everyday, what I have done for my whole adult life. At least up until 3 days ago.
That was when IT happened. My parents happened upon a show with Dr. Oz. Apparently I"ve been doing it wrong and if I keep doing it wrong, my head will explode in a giant puss-filled pimple explosion. Look it up on youtube, it's not a pretty site.
I talk to Mom and Dad on a daily basis (kinda hard not to when you work for them), so when Mom said "tell me your shower routine." I didn't find it too weird. So I said teeth, face, hair,..... then she pops out with "YOU. ARE. DOING. IT. WRONG."
I'm all holy shite "WHA??" So confused am I that I'm not even thinking/speaking in complete words. According to Mom, Dr. Oz says you need to wash your hair then your face cause if you do it the other way (my way) all the germs/crusty bacteria will run down my clean face and make me break out. Ooookay. And I know I'm an adult, but I am prone to breakouts. So I listen to her and changed my routine, now it's teeth, hair, face, etc.
Only now, I'm all kinds of messed up because I have switched hair and face around. Then I can't remember if I've done my hair already, or my body. Or I'll completely switch the routine and do body, hair, face. Then forget if I did body or face first. Sometimes I've double washed both, and saved the face for last. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, right? Right? UGH! I'm hoping by the end of this weekend I'll have my new routine down.
Been a while since I was last on here. Suffice it to say that much has gone on. But so far, the most damaging is the change to my morning shower routine.
My shower routine is this: brush teeth/mouthwash (yes, I do this in the shower - I find the sight of myself brushing kinda gross, as I am very thorough) wash face, then hair and body. Takes about a good 15 minutes and I'm set. That is what I do everyday, what I have done for my whole adult life. At least up until 3 days ago.
That was when IT happened. My parents happened upon a show with Dr. Oz. Apparently I"ve been doing it wrong and if I keep doing it wrong, my head will explode in a giant puss-filled pimple explosion. Look it up on youtube, it's not a pretty site.
I talk to Mom and Dad on a daily basis (kinda hard not to when you work for them), so when Mom said "tell me your shower routine." I didn't find it too weird. So I said teeth, face, hair,..... then she pops out with "YOU. ARE. DOING. IT. WRONG."
I'm all holy shite "WHA??" So confused am I that I'm not even thinking/speaking in complete words. According to Mom, Dr. Oz says you need to wash your hair then your face cause if you do it the other way (my way) all the germs/crusty bacteria will run down my clean face and make me break out. Ooookay. And I know I'm an adult, but I am prone to breakouts. So I listen to her and changed my routine, now it's teeth, hair, face, etc.
Only now, I'm all kinds of messed up because I have switched hair and face around. Then I can't remember if I've done my hair already, or my body. Or I'll completely switch the routine and do body, hair, face. Then forget if I did body or face first. Sometimes I've double washed both, and saved the face for last. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, right? Right? UGH! I'm hoping by the end of this weekend I'll have my new routine down.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Summer of Swimming
Yes, that really is what this post is about. Swimming. The summer of it. Mainly because this is the first summer since Ron was 2 that he actually learned to enjoy the pool. He's always liked the idea of swimming, but when faced with the reality of it, well, lets just say hubby and I were floating islands for our non-swimmer.
The first couple of days, he was terrified to tears! And my heart broke because I sooo wanted him to learn to love the water as I did. We had tried and tried for years to teach him the joys of being part fish, but it never took. Always we wanted to put him in swimming lessons, but never did because he is, how shall I put it......uncomfortable with kids and adults he does not know.
This summer we finally did it. It took him 3 days of being around the same kids and swim coaches for him to feel comfortable enough to start getting interested in it. I am ever so grateful for his swim coach *Andy*, who noticed his shyness and took the time day in and out to work with him one on one for the whole term.
Now, rather than being his human floaties, we watch him play in the water with his cousins, something he had never, ever done in his 9 years.
Thank you, Andy. You have helped my son tremendously.
The first couple of days, he was terrified to tears! And my heart broke because I sooo wanted him to learn to love the water as I did. We had tried and tried for years to teach him the joys of being part fish, but it never took. Always we wanted to put him in swimming lessons, but never did because he is, how shall I put it......uncomfortable with kids and adults he does not know.
This summer we finally did it. It took him 3 days of being around the same kids and swim coaches for him to feel comfortable enough to start getting interested in it. I am ever so grateful for his swim coach *Andy*, who noticed his shyness and took the time day in and out to work with him one on one for the whole term.
Now, rather than being his human floaties, we watch him play in the water with his cousins, something he had never, ever done in his 9 years.
Thank you, Andy. You have helped my son tremendously.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Hell hath no fury
The day after Mother's Day.
I have to say, I'm kinda glad it's over. I did not enjoy my mother's day weekend too much. Wanna know what I did? What bountiful gifts I recieved?
I got to rake my front lawn in with no help, as hubby was working and Baby boy was blissfully asleep. What people in their right minds rake at 7 in the morning?!? People who live in my region where it's 85 degrees by 10 a.m. Then I got to do the never-ending laundry. YAY......and this was Saturday.
Sunday, Mother's Day, I got the pleasure of mowing my back yard, also before 10 a.m. And wouldn't you know it, the incessant drone of the lawn mower did not disturb the beauty rest of my boys. NOT ONE BIT! And that's because I made it a point to s-l-o-w-l-y mow the lawn by the bedroom windows first.
After my shower, at which time the boys decided it was a decent enough hour to wake from the comfort of sweet dreams and comfortable beds, after that, they then think, that maybe Wife/Mom would like breakfast that she doesn't have to make herself.
And let me tell you, I SO DID! They let me catch up on my DVR'd shows, and let me end my mother's day with my mom and little sisters playing bingo and drinking margaritas, while Ron played with cousins, and hubby went to work, our regularly weekly thing, btw.
And the best part, you ask? The migraine that assaulted me mid-bingo so that I could not enjoy my non-winning status. And the hubby who decides at 2:30 in the morning that it's a good time to chat.
I don't need a "special" day to remind me of all the stuff I do, or only one day to be appreciated (or not). I think I'll completely boycott it next year, send the boy off with his father to celebrate Mother's day and lock myself in my room watching porn. And by porn, I mean anything with Tyson Ritter, Mike Rowe, and/or the original Wiggles.
I have to say, I'm kinda glad it's over. I did not enjoy my mother's day weekend too much. Wanna know what I did? What bountiful gifts I recieved?
I got to rake my front lawn in with no help, as hubby was working and Baby boy was blissfully asleep. What people in their right minds rake at 7 in the morning?!? People who live in my region where it's 85 degrees by 10 a.m. Then I got to do the never-ending laundry. YAY......and this was Saturday.
Sunday, Mother's Day, I got the pleasure of mowing my back yard, also before 10 a.m. And wouldn't you know it, the incessant drone of the lawn mower did not disturb the beauty rest of my boys. NOT ONE BIT! And that's because I made it a point to s-l-o-w-l-y mow the lawn by the bedroom windows first.
After my shower, at which time the boys decided it was a decent enough hour to wake from the comfort of sweet dreams and comfortable beds, after that, they then think, that maybe Wife/Mom would like breakfast that she doesn't have to make herself.
And let me tell you, I SO DID! They let me catch up on my DVR'd shows, and let me end my mother's day with my mom and little sisters playing bingo and drinking margaritas, while Ron played with cousins, and hubby went to work, our regularly weekly thing, btw.
And the best part, you ask? The migraine that assaulted me mid-bingo so that I could not enjoy my non-winning status. And the hubby who decides at 2:30 in the morning that it's a good time to chat.
I don't need a "special" day to remind me of all the stuff I do, or only one day to be appreciated (or not). I think I'll completely boycott it next year, send the boy off with his father to celebrate Mother's day and lock myself in my room watching porn. And by porn, I mean anything with Tyson Ritter, Mike Rowe, and/or the original Wiggles.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Need a cut?
It's finally FRIDAY! A semi-hot, rather humid one at that.
You know what that means dontcha? It means that 1.) my hair is really close to being "Annie" curly, and 2.) Yard work has returned to my weekends.
I am just not looking forward to my weekend, because it's gonna be HOT! I don't even wanna think about a venture outside this afternoon when I go pick up my son. Then to pick up my lawn mower.
Did I mention that I share a mower with my dad? Technically it's mine, bought it about 3 years ago when we made the switch from apartment renting to house renting. Turns out that when you rent a house, you're in charge of the yard. So back to the mower sharing - my father has had about 3 mowers - one of which was stolen from the back, another was taken by a buddy "for repairs" and never returned, and the last of which was repaired, but went kaput--so that is how I came to share my lawn mower.
It's kinda funny in a not so funny way. I usually cut the yard every other weekend (friday evenings, the front and saturday mornings i cut the back). Except when Dad asks to borrow it. He will come pick it up, and that's the last I'll see of it until I decide the grass reaaaaallllly needs to be cut, then I've gotta go pick it up. He always says he'll bring it back, but then nature will do something stupid like, oh i don't know---rain, and his yards will need to be cut again. Then the yard at the shop will need to be mowed, too. Then it'll rain again, and you get the picture. It's a vicious cycle that ends only when I go pick up my mower. By that time the pretty weeds I call grass will be taller than I am and if I really wanted to I could totally get lost outside.
Point I'm making here is, I need to win the lottery so I can hire someone to do my parent's lawn. Because I actually enjoy mowing the lawn.
You know what that means dontcha? It means that 1.) my hair is really close to being "Annie" curly, and 2.) Yard work has returned to my weekends.
I am just not looking forward to my weekend, because it's gonna be HOT! I don't even wanna think about a venture outside this afternoon when I go pick up my son. Then to pick up my lawn mower.
Did I mention that I share a mower with my dad? Technically it's mine, bought it about 3 years ago when we made the switch from apartment renting to house renting. Turns out that when you rent a house, you're in charge of the yard. So back to the mower sharing - my father has had about 3 mowers - one of which was stolen from the back, another was taken by a buddy "for repairs" and never returned, and the last of which was repaired, but went kaput--so that is how I came to share my lawn mower.
It's kinda funny in a not so funny way. I usually cut the yard every other weekend (friday evenings, the front and saturday mornings i cut the back). Except when Dad asks to borrow it. He will come pick it up, and that's the last I'll see of it until I decide the grass reaaaaallllly needs to be cut, then I've gotta go pick it up. He always says he'll bring it back, but then nature will do something stupid like, oh i don't know---rain, and his yards will need to be cut again. Then the yard at the shop will need to be mowed, too. Then it'll rain again, and you get the picture. It's a vicious cycle that ends only when I go pick up my mower. By that time the pretty weeds I call grass will be taller than I am and if I really wanted to I could totally get lost outside.
Point I'm making here is, I need to win the lottery so I can hire someone to do my parent's lawn. Because I actually enjoy mowing the lawn.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Rain Gloom
World, I'm not ready to venture out in you today as you have decided to cut open the clouds and pour copious amount of rain - oh, there goes the weatherbug. Now we are under a flood advisory until 6:15 this early evening.
Normally I love rain. To me it symbolizes the cleansing powers of nature. But not today. Definitely not today. It reflects my mood, all gloomy and crappy.
All I need is a chance to just sit back, think to myself, all will be well, and a great big shot of some sort of alcohol, which, sadly, I cannot have.
Now, to drown my sorrows in -EEK!- an afternoon workout. I've got a date with my DVD player and Jackie Warner. I hope those "feel good" endorphins kick in soon.
Normally I love rain. To me it symbolizes the cleansing powers of nature. But not today. Definitely not today. It reflects my mood, all gloomy and crappy.
All I need is a chance to just sit back, think to myself, all will be well, and a great big shot of some sort of alcohol, which, sadly, I cannot have.
Now, to drown my sorrows in -EEK!- an afternoon workout. I've got a date with my DVD player and Jackie Warner. I hope those "feel good" endorphins kick in soon.
Friday, February 5, 2010
What can't pancakes cure?
1st thing's first - Hello, Hiya, How you doin'?
Ok, formalities over -
I have an interesting story to share about my beloved (though mischeivious) kid. We are at a local store buying a few necessities. Lo and behold there is a room that used to be a pharmacy type thing and the door is closed and the lights are off.
To my son, this clearly means "Enter, there are lots of interesting stuff in a dark room." To everyone else, it means, "Lights off - nobody's home. Go away."
Yes - he did. He tried the door, and it wasn't locked. So i'm sure he's thinking to himself, Hey, it's not locked. I guess that means I can go in."
The moment that door opened an inch we get treated to a blaring security alarm --- at least several hundred, if not thousands of decibals! And rush to the register to escape unnoticed. I don't think it worked though, because we got several dirty looks. "What? That loud annoying alarm? nah, can't hear it. Nuh, uh, wasn't us."
Long story short - he freaks out - big freak out! He feels so bad that even dinner at IHOP (his favorite pancake restaurant) is almost not enough to bring him out of his misery. Notice that yes, I said almost - really, who can resist the buttery goodness mixed with the sweet goopiness of pancakes - from IHOP?
Ok, formalities over -
I have an interesting story to share about my beloved (though mischeivious) kid. We are at a local store buying a few necessities. Lo and behold there is a room that used to be a pharmacy type thing and the door is closed and the lights are off.
To my son, this clearly means "Enter, there are lots of interesting stuff in a dark room." To everyone else, it means, "Lights off - nobody's home. Go away."
Yes - he did. He tried the door, and it wasn't locked. So i'm sure he's thinking to himself, Hey, it's not locked. I guess that means I can go in."
The moment that door opened an inch we get treated to a blaring security alarm --- at least several hundred, if not thousands of decibals! And rush to the register to escape unnoticed. I don't think it worked though, because we got several dirty looks. "What? That loud annoying alarm? nah, can't hear it. Nuh, uh, wasn't us."
Long story short - he freaks out - big freak out! He feels so bad that even dinner at IHOP (his favorite pancake restaurant) is almost not enough to bring him out of his misery. Notice that yes, I said almost - really, who can resist the buttery goodness mixed with the sweet goopiness of pancakes - from IHOP?
Monday, January 25, 2010
Ficus Wars
Hello World,
So nice to see you again! All green, leafy, and springy. Sounds like a salad, huh? Good to see my lawn again after the Ficus tree decided to poop leaves all over it after the freeze.
Yes, it froze for a night or two and those nights wreaked havoc on my neighbor's ficus tree! This tree is HUGE and is on the border between our lots. It is now bald - tragically bald. And its leaves decided to fall all over my yard. I spent the better part of Saturday raking this tree's poopy leaves (yes, a stray cat considered this his litter box), hunching over, putting them in bags (20 bags total) and now I can see my lawn for the 1st time in weeks. Of course, now I am sore.....very, very sore from the backs of my legs up to my neck. And the point I'm trying to make is this: I HATE FICUS TREES! I wish a plague on this ficus in particular! How dare it decide to shed all over my yard and not in its own! And the neighbors you ask? Oh, they did their yard the day after and only had about 5 bags full. So not fair!
Ficus trees, I declare you my sworn yard enemy!
So nice to see you again! All green, leafy, and springy. Sounds like a salad, huh? Good to see my lawn again after the Ficus tree decided to poop leaves all over it after the freeze.
Yes, it froze for a night or two and those nights wreaked havoc on my neighbor's ficus tree! This tree is HUGE and is on the border between our lots. It is now bald - tragically bald. And its leaves decided to fall all over my yard. I spent the better part of Saturday raking this tree's poopy leaves (yes, a stray cat considered this his litter box), hunching over, putting them in bags (20 bags total) and now I can see my lawn for the 1st time in weeks. Of course, now I am sore.....very, very sore from the backs of my legs up to my neck. And the point I'm trying to make is this: I HATE FICUS TREES! I wish a plague on this ficus in particular! How dare it decide to shed all over my yard and not in its own! And the neighbors you ask? Oh, they did their yard the day after and only had about 5 bags full. So not fair!
Ficus trees, I declare you my sworn yard enemy!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Auld Lang Syne
Happy New Year. Or not.
January is here. January 2010. Wow! And the full 2nd week back at school and Ron has gotten an afternoon suspension. Yes, a partial suspension. Why, you ask? If you want his answer it's because I'm an awful mother who doesn't care a lick about her son, and his teacher is an awful teacher who doesn't like him either. And the world is a horrible place, and he has the worst life EVER!
What happened is that he didn't get his much needed 8-10 hours of sleep which resulted in him being uncooperative and argumentative with his teacher, not to mention the fact that he decided to try to give the keyboard some love "taps" to help it cooperate with him. Subsequently, he got sent to the office -the Principal's Office. Guess what that means. Seriously, guess. Yup, that means I got summoned to the principal's office.
Basically I was told to talk to him about his behavior and to take him home for the rest of the day. But in the referral, it said partial day suspension. I don't know about anyone else, but the one time I got suspended for 2 days, it was hard labor. Clean all of my house and my friend's house (who was my partner in crime). He, on the other hand, got to come to my work, and finish his school work. Plus, no video games, computer, or cartoons. And I made him pack up his favorite toys to put away till he earns them back.
Man, what do you do with that? It's his 1st ever real trouble in school. I know the punishment may seem not too harsh, but all of those things are things he loves. I mean, how are you supposed to get your point across?
*Update*
So, Friday, we get called in again. Seems his BFF, with whom he has a like/hate relationship with, picked on him once to much and hell ensued. While we were there, the BFF tries to bait him into getting into more trouble. He was not suspended, but I did take him home for hard labor. And that is what he spent the majority of the weekend doing, helping me wash clothes, helping his grandparents take down their Christmas lights, helping out in general. He would get 15 minutes here and there for "down" time, where he could draw, listen to music or read.
Here we are today and I'm hoping he has a good day.
January is here. January 2010. Wow! And the full 2nd week back at school and Ron has gotten an afternoon suspension. Yes, a partial suspension. Why, you ask? If you want his answer it's because I'm an awful mother who doesn't care a lick about her son, and his teacher is an awful teacher who doesn't like him either. And the world is a horrible place, and he has the worst life EVER!
What happened is that he didn't get his much needed 8-10 hours of sleep which resulted in him being uncooperative and argumentative with his teacher, not to mention the fact that he decided to try to give the keyboard some love "taps" to help it cooperate with him. Subsequently, he got sent to the office -the Principal's Office. Guess what that means. Seriously, guess. Yup, that means I got summoned to the principal's office.
Basically I was told to talk to him about his behavior and to take him home for the rest of the day. But in the referral, it said partial day suspension. I don't know about anyone else, but the one time I got suspended for 2 days, it was hard labor. Clean all of my house and my friend's house (who was my partner in crime). He, on the other hand, got to come to my work, and finish his school work. Plus, no video games, computer, or cartoons. And I made him pack up his favorite toys to put away till he earns them back.
Man, what do you do with that? It's his 1st ever real trouble in school. I know the punishment may seem not too harsh, but all of those things are things he loves. I mean, how are you supposed to get your point across?
*Update*
So, Friday, we get called in again. Seems his BFF, with whom he has a like/hate relationship with, picked on him once to much and hell ensued. While we were there, the BFF tries to bait him into getting into more trouble. He was not suspended, but I did take him home for hard labor. And that is what he spent the majority of the weekend doing, helping me wash clothes, helping his grandparents take down their Christmas lights, helping out in general. He would get 15 minutes here and there for "down" time, where he could draw, listen to music or read.
Here we are today and I'm hoping he has a good day.
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