Sunday, November 30, 2008

It's all there in print

While we were home for Thanksgiving, my mom gave me my birth certificate, with my giant footprints, my baptism certificate and my Kindergarten report card.  I don't really remember Kindergarten.  Maybe this is why.




I was a more than a little devastated by the "N"s.  Needs improvement, just in case it wouldn't occur to you that I might need improvement.


Good thing that lack of self confidence didn't stop me from going to first grade or second or third or fourth or graduating from college.  Honestly nothing has changed I just pretend better.  

Thankfully I possessed good scissor skills or I might not have gotten anywhere in life.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Success


I did it.

I finished the hat and it even fits and looks good.  

She says it is very warm, which is necessary since we moved to the freezer.


Sunday, November 23, 2008

Hmmm what could that be?

This morning as I was brushing my teeth I looked at the floor and there were 3 quarter size brown spots on the floor that looked very suspicious.  You know what I thought it was.  

But really how could that get smeared there.  I was about to wipe it up with some tp, when i noticed some brown gooey stuff in between my toes.

I was on the verge of throwing up when I thought I would do something completely stupid.  Hey since you are already on the verge of barfing why don't you smell it.  

Mmmmm chocolate mint.   I will blame it on the Schwan's man as he brought these little mint ice cream goodies covered in chocolate.  Thank goodness, otherwise I might still be barfing. 

BTW there are also several dime size chocolate stains on the carpet.  Let's face it no one will notice with the already filthy carpet.   

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Well that stinks

So I had a title for this post and when I started to type it in, the rest popped in automatically. I hate it when that happens.  I can't come up with something more creative than decisions, decisions, decisions. Maybe because I feel like I am constantly having to make decisions and lets face it I don't want to make any more decisions.  

I don't want to decide whether to buy or build.

I don't want to decide 3 bedrooms or 4.

I don't want to decide ranch or 2 story.

I don't want to decide whether to get rid of some of my staff altogether or just move them to other areas.

I don't want to decide if we should work on this or that first.

I don't want to decide whether to buy G a new coat or just make her wear the pink one that is filthy dirty and won't come clean. 

Geez I don't want to even decide what to eat for dinner.

Okay, I don't ever want to decide that.


Friday, November 14, 2008

Should have stayed in bed ~ part duex

Today I had to tell one of my managers that she stinks at her job and that I need to find someone else who can do her job.  

I hate it.  Hate it. Hate it.  

She actually said she was kind of relieved.

I offered her one of our other open positions, but told her I needed someone else in her role.  

So I ran some miles and am having a Fat Tire and going to bed.  

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Should have stayed in bed

There are some days when you really should not get up.  

It all started at 3:30 am when I heard this barely audible whisper.   "Mom, mom, mom, mom." When I finally came to, from my coma, and was capable of focusing, I made out a small figure at the end of my bed.  Guess who? Yes, it was Z. 

I started to walk him back to bed when he wails, "My leg hurts!"  So we go get some Tylenol and stumble back to his bed.  I rubbed his leg for a while, headed back to bed where I actually fell right asleep, only to be brutally awoken seconds later by that @##$#$%!#$% alarm.  

As I was getting dressed, EB said, "You have one black nylon and one blue."  Back to the fishing for socks expedition.

Off to work.  Around 7:30 I head to the ladies room and as I was washing my hands I discovered that I had put on a blue turtleneck instead of a black one.  I am wearing black shoes, gray pants and a red jacket, with a blue turtleneck.  

I couldn't deal with it.  My co-worker said it looked fine, but I couldn't stand it.  So I ran to Target to get a black turtleneck.  I pulled into the parking lot, stopped at the stop sign, turned on my signal to go into the parking area and then almost drove into the concrete island at the end of the row.  I saw it, I just maybe thought I could drive over it.  After I recover from the embarrassment I parked the car, grabbed my reusable bag, purse and umbrella and headed into the store.  I dropped my bag, so I bent over to pick it up and as i stood up I got my shoe caught in the handle of the bag.  Thankfully I did not land on the ground, but did get even more wet than I was.  I did manage to quickly make my purchases and leave. 

Later in the day, I was on my way to a lunch in learn and I thought I would stop in the bathroom quick.  I opened the door, took a step in and thought, hmmm, that is not where the sinks are in our bathroom.  So I stepped back out and looked at the sign and it said "men".  I heard a flush and quickly retreated, checked the hallway to make sure no one saw me and then headed to the lunch in learn.   

Our lunch and learn was on super foods and she was talking about how great fresh herbs were and that they were really easy to grow in your kitchen.  She said, "Is anyone here a pot grower?"  I said, "No, but I think my neighbors are."  I didn't actually mean to say it out loud, I caught myself off guard.  I cracked up and couldn't stop giggling.  My coworker who knows what is going on started cracking up too.  People were staring and I was turning beet red.  

Thank goodness the day was nearly over and I was able to go home and hide my head in shame. 

Last night I had my hair colored and cut and I think the chemicals really affected my brain.  At least that is my excuse.    

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Somethings cooking.

Every Saturday night, while the mother of the other duplex residents is working, they start cooking. 

It ain't no creme bruele.  

They crack their garage door a bit, and get to cooking.

Then the cars come, just a few, but always different ones.  

Maybe he is not a good cook. 

Tonight it was a guy, probably in his early 30s with a crying kid in the back seat.  I saw the neighbor come out of his garage and he saw us and started that whole, not doing anything act. 

I told the landlord earlier this week, but didn't really expect them to be able to do anything.  I thought maybe they could come up with some reason to go in the garage, but not really.  I have thought about calling the police, but they would know who called and I don't need them doing anything to the kids.  

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Three hundred and forty!

It turns out that I am a chicken.  Bawk, bawk, bawk.  Okay, my sister could have told you that when I was 4 or 5.  After my little sister was born, my older sister and I had our bedroom moved down to the basement.  Every night before I could go to sleep, I would yell up to my Mom and Dad, "Did you lock the back door?"  There was a shed out behind our house (which I was told was haunted) and a very large field.  My older sisters both liked to scare the living daylights out of us.  Making us watch the Gargoyles movie and the likes.

Anyway, back to the point of my story. The other night I went running on a pretty well lit sidewalk, but the area is pretty desolate.  It gave me the creeps and it was only 5:00 pm.  We decided to join the local YMCA, it will make things easier for everyone.  EB and I can exercise, while the kids take swimming lessons, art classes or any number of other things.  I won't have to be afraid of the dark and I can run any time between 5 am and 10 pm. I also won't have to worry about slipping on the ice, in the great north here.  

Last night I went for the first time.  I went up to the treadmills/track area.  They have a 30 minute limit on the cardio equipment so I thought I run on the treadmill for a while and then on the track.  Get this.... the track is 1/17th of a mile.  

Yes that is right.     1/17th of a mile.

If I want to do a 20 mile training run I will need to run 340 laps. 

I am not sure who will lose their mind first, me trying to count all those laps or those people who have to watch me go by 340 times.  

I hope we have a mild winter.  

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

It's almost over!

There are 8 more minutes to vote in our time zone.  Thank goodness.  

I have not listened to one minute of election coverage, nor will I.  Tomorrow I will wake up and what ever decision we Americans came to will be historic.  

Isn't it great to be a part of it.


Monday, November 3, 2008

Just a little song and dance

Literally.   Friday night we took the kids to see HSM3, instead of going trick or treating.  It was a win for me.  No candy, no costumes, no crying over candy, no crying over costumes.  Fifteen minutes into the movie and Z is sound asleep.  I moved over to his seat to pick him up so he wouldn't have a sore neck when he woke up.  (There were a total of 10 people in the theater and we were in the back row, so I didn't disrupt anyone.)

So we are watching the movie when we get to the potential break-up scene and Z starts snoring, B is crying and G is sitting at the edge of her seat, just mesmerized by it all.  I kept moving Z's head but he just kept on snoring.  B recovered once all was right in the world with Troy and Gabriella.  
He is a very emotional.  

I do have to say that, although the plot was thoroughly predictable, the music was great and the dancing was pretty remarkable.  It is nice to be able to go to a movie with my kids that is not a cartoon. 

On the way home, G says, "Mom, how much did that cost?"  

I said, "Fifty dollars."  

She said, "Oh that's not bad."

B said, "Gabby, that is half of a hundred dollars.  That is too bad!"

I said, "It was worth every penny of the fifty dollars."  


Sunday, November 2, 2008

She's seven!

G had a very simple question this morning.  "Can I wear a dress to church?"  

I said, "Yes."

20 minutes later, I said, "G what are you doing?"

I go in her room and this is what I find.

video

She is seven, just seven. 

She made us vote.

I did talk her into wearing one outfit each day. She was a bit stressed because she only has black shoes and two of her choices were brown.