Anyone reading this locally knows about the boil order issued yesterday that the city water in some areas was contaminated and not safe for drinking, cooking, or even brushing your teeth. I was reading on channel 9's website about the boil order being lifted already. As I was reading this line...
"...The advisory was issued as a precautionary measure after an
incident during construction activities caused a short period of
elevated turbidity. ..."
I could not help but read that last word in my mind as "turdidity" and given the situation, that struck me as oddly appropiate! HAHAHA!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
it only took 3 months...
Next weekend will be 3 months since we moved into this house and as of about 11:30 am this morning Jace finally has a room. He was at Ken's the weekend we moved and since I hadn't properly labeled all the boxes...and it was hard to direct all the traffic on moving day...I just told everyone to put all the boxes in Jace's room and I would spend the rest of the weekend unpacking. Like I said...3 months later it finally happened!
To say I am procrasinator is kinda like the old adage "does a bear shight in the woods?". AND I am no Suzy Homemaker either. In fact, at times, I probably boarder on those hoarders you see on Oprah who have so much crap in their houses that all there is a a small path between rooms. Just kidding...hopefully. But I don't clean well - it is too overwhelming. I look around and know it needs to be done, I want it to get done but then I don't know where to start so I don't --- start that is. It's much easier to walk away. I know there should not be a bowl of spaghetti-o's from 3 days ago sitting on the top of my computer desk (that was after being moved from the banister). And I also know that sliding it over to make room for dvd's I'm finally unpacking isn't really the solution either. I know all of this logically but it's not enough to make me physically do something about it. It's kinda like a reverse panic attack...most people would panic at the clutter and think they'd HAVE to do something with it. I panic at the thought of having to do something with it so I do nothing. It's a very debiliating pyschological disorder. I think I should sign up for a study somewhere. So long as while I am away being studied, they bring in Merry Maids to clean my house. I bet Merry Maids wouldn't know what to do with the shit either!
So for today I have overcome and conquered that task. What finally made me do it? I got Ken come help me and once he showed up and was standing there waiting...I really couldn't get out of it anymore. Him being my muscle to move the boxes downstairs really took a lot of the pressure off. We set up Jace's bed and moved all of his toys in there and ever since Brendon & Dallas have been home, they have been playing ball in there. Every once and awhile they let Jace in there to play too! Some things never change!
To say I am procrasinator is kinda like the old adage "does a bear shight in the woods?". AND I am no Suzy Homemaker either. In fact, at times, I probably boarder on those hoarders you see on Oprah who have so much crap in their houses that all there is a a small path between rooms. Just kidding...hopefully. But I don't clean well - it is too overwhelming. I look around and know it needs to be done, I want it to get done but then I don't know where to start so I don't --- start that is. It's much easier to walk away. I know there should not be a bowl of spaghetti-o's from 3 days ago sitting on the top of my computer desk (that was after being moved from the banister). And I also know that sliding it over to make room for dvd's I'm finally unpacking isn't really the solution either. I know all of this logically but it's not enough to make me physically do something about it. It's kinda like a reverse panic attack...most people would panic at the clutter and think they'd HAVE to do something with it. I panic at the thought of having to do something with it so I do nothing. It's a very debiliating pyschological disorder. I think I should sign up for a study somewhere. So long as while I am away being studied, they bring in Merry Maids to clean my house. I bet Merry Maids wouldn't know what to do with the shit either!
So for today I have overcome and conquered that task. What finally made me do it? I got Ken come help me and once he showed up and was standing there waiting...I really couldn't get out of it anymore. Him being my muscle to move the boxes downstairs really took a lot of the pressure off. We set up Jace's bed and moved all of his toys in there and ever since Brendon & Dallas have been home, they have been playing ball in there. Every once and awhile they let Jace in there to play too! Some things never change!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Another year older and another year employed...
I had an eventful weekend. I had my 38th b-day on Saturday and my 11 year anniversary at PMX on Sunday. Someday I'll get them to cough up the birthday gift certificate they cheated me out of by hiring me the day after my birthday that first year!
38! I can't believe it. Climbing the hill to 40. I remember when I turned 30 - I was devasted. I had never been married at that point and had no prospects on the horizon. It was very hard on me. I don't know how I'll feel over the next couple years when 40 actually gets here but in the last 8 years since that devasting doomsday, I did get married, had another baby and am now getting divorced (whenever we finally file). Lots of changes.
As for work, I'm starting my 12th year in the same job. It doesn't seem like it either but when I think that Brendon & Dallas were just 2 and 1 when I started here that just blows my mind! They were just babies then...now they just act like babies...HA...just kidding.
I'd like to think I've grown up a lot in these 12 years. I've had to I guess. I never expected to be in my 12th year as a single parent either. That is the single most hardest job I'll ever have and I probably haven't always succeeded. Sometimes I feel like the decision to end my marriage has set me back several years. I was a home owner all on my own when I met Ken and that is gone. I also gave up the home we bought together. I'm renting again. I friend of mine, soon to be the same age as me, just bought her first home. I am very happy for her and at the same time very jealous. I miss having that security and knowing that I accomplished something.
Right now those accomplishments are that my kids are happy and healthy. We may not always have a lot but we have each other. I also have good friends and family. Sometimes I feel like I'll always be considered the "screw up" in my family but I know they love me and when push comes to shove we always come through for each other.
The same with my friends. I'm very thankful for the friendships in my life. I am still in denial that one is moving away but I'll always love her and treasure our friendship. She'll be back for me - how could she live without me?! HA.
Ok, enough reflecting...time to start living that 38th year and do it to the fullest!
LIVE...LAUGH...LOVE
38! I can't believe it. Climbing the hill to 40. I remember when I turned 30 - I was devasted. I had never been married at that point and had no prospects on the horizon. It was very hard on me. I don't know how I'll feel over the next couple years when 40 actually gets here but in the last 8 years since that devasting doomsday, I did get married, had another baby and am now getting divorced (whenever we finally file). Lots of changes.
As for work, I'm starting my 12th year in the same job. It doesn't seem like it either but when I think that Brendon & Dallas were just 2 and 1 when I started here that just blows my mind! They were just babies then...now they just act like babies...HA...just kidding.
I'd like to think I've grown up a lot in these 12 years. I've had to I guess. I never expected to be in my 12th year as a single parent either. That is the single most hardest job I'll ever have and I probably haven't always succeeded. Sometimes I feel like the decision to end my marriage has set me back several years. I was a home owner all on my own when I met Ken and that is gone. I also gave up the home we bought together. I'm renting again. I friend of mine, soon to be the same age as me, just bought her first home. I am very happy for her and at the same time very jealous. I miss having that security and knowing that I accomplished something.
Right now those accomplishments are that my kids are happy and healthy. We may not always have a lot but we have each other. I also have good friends and family. Sometimes I feel like I'll always be considered the "screw up" in my family but I know they love me and when push comes to shove we always come through for each other.
The same with my friends. I'm very thankful for the friendships in my life. I am still in denial that one is moving away but I'll always love her and treasure our friendship. She'll be back for me - how could she live without me?! HA.
Ok, enough reflecting...time to start living that 38th year and do it to the fullest!
LIVE...LAUGH...LOVE
Friday, November 09, 2007
Mama Bear is roaring...
Mama bear protecting her young came out last night at Dallas' basketball game and I decided to send an angry e-mail to the coaches and the principal. The incident happened last night though and I couldn't send the e-mail until this morning...now most people would probably have calmed down overnight and lost their momentum...so, I had to get in "Lola" mode this morning to still express my extreme discontent (Lola is my evil twin who swears like a sailor).
Below is my e-mail to the school...
I am writing this to express my great upset and disappointment about the 7th grade boys basketball games starting earlier than scheduled. Twice this year I have arrived right at or before the scheduled start time only to find that I have missed my son play completely or, like last night, there was 24 seconds left in his quarter and it was only 3:25 pm. This may not seem important to staff but it is very important to me and I would venture to say to most parents.
I saw another parent walk in half way through his son’s quarter last night too. I also overheard another parent ask their son “am I going to have to start showing up at 3:00 pm”. Well, that may not be possible for all parents. Most parents have to leave their place of employment early in order to see their kid play for 5 minutes. I cannot tell you how upsetting it is to jump through those hoops, get there in time and yet miss everything.
I personally have been busting myself not only trying to see my 7th grader but also my 8th grader who plays on the same night. I am starting off at the 7th grade games and then hightailing it, with a 3 year old in tow, to wherever the 8th grade is playing. I do this because I love my sons and will do whatever I can to support them by whatever means necessary. I think every kid should have someone at their event cheering them on. Someone who is there for them. Unfortunately, for my boys, I am that only someone and it’s extremely hard to be in two places at once but I do everything I can. Do you have any idea how it feels to do everything you possible can and still come up short in your kids’ eyes? That is how I felt last night! And why? To start a game 10 – 15 minutes early? Why? So everyone can get home 10 – 15 minutes early? I don’t care how late I get home so long as it meant my kid was given the love and support they deserve. It would be nice if the school felt the same way and helped out struggling parents instead of hindering their efforts.
Below is my e-mail to the school...
I am writing this to express my great upset and disappointment about the 7th grade boys basketball games starting earlier than scheduled. Twice this year I have arrived right at or before the scheduled start time only to find that I have missed my son play completely or, like last night, there was 24 seconds left in his quarter and it was only 3:25 pm. This may not seem important to staff but it is very important to me and I would venture to say to most parents.
I saw another parent walk in half way through his son’s quarter last night too. I also overheard another parent ask their son “am I going to have to start showing up at 3:00 pm”. Well, that may not be possible for all parents. Most parents have to leave their place of employment early in order to see their kid play for 5 minutes. I cannot tell you how upsetting it is to jump through those hoops, get there in time and yet miss everything.
I personally have been busting myself not only trying to see my 7th grader but also my 8th grader who plays on the same night. I am starting off at the 7th grade games and then hightailing it, with a 3 year old in tow, to wherever the 8th grade is playing. I do this because I love my sons and will do whatever I can to support them by whatever means necessary. I think every kid should have someone at their event cheering them on. Someone who is there for them. Unfortunately, for my boys, I am that only someone and it’s extremely hard to be in two places at once but I do everything I can. Do you have any idea how it feels to do everything you possible can and still come up short in your kids’ eyes? That is how I felt last night! And why? To start a game 10 – 15 minutes early? Why? So everyone can get home 10 – 15 minutes early? I don’t care how late I get home so long as it meant my kid was given the love and support they deserve. It would be nice if the school felt the same way and helped out struggling parents instead of hindering their efforts.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Snotty Little Twit!
This girl has been calling here all day for Dallas. She called this morning and I told her he was at a soccer game. I was gone myself for a couple hours so I don't know if she called then or not but she proceeded to call about 20 times over the next 3 hours. I didn't answer because why bother telling her the same thing...that the wasn't here. Finally I answered and said he wasn't home, could I take a message. This is what the snotty little twit said:
Twit: "well, I called this morning and you said he went to a soccer game. That was about 11:30".
OH NO SHE DIDN'T!
Me: "yes, he did go to a soccer game and he has not been home since. I have been trying to get ahold of him myself. He is not home.
Twit: "well, ok". Or something snotty like that.
This is a 7th grade girl calling obsessively and then acting like I am lying to her. 7th grade! Dallas does tend to get mixed up in too much girl drama and thinks he can handle it the typical guy way by avoiding but I don't let him get away with it. I told him I'm not going to field the phone calls from the girls so if he doesn't want to go out with someone anymore then he needs to be a man and tell them that straight out.
Turns out all she wanted was to know why he was playing a certain song over and over again at her party Friday night. Yeah...matter of national security there!!! I can see why that warranted 20 phone calls until she got through!
Man, it's going to be a long adolescence!!
(As I was proofreading this post...said twit called again and this time she blocked her number. HA.)
Twit: "well, I called this morning and you said he went to a soccer game. That was about 11:30".
OH NO SHE DIDN'T!
Me: "yes, he did go to a soccer game and he has not been home since. I have been trying to get ahold of him myself. He is not home.
Twit: "well, ok". Or something snotty like that.
This is a 7th grade girl calling obsessively and then acting like I am lying to her. 7th grade! Dallas does tend to get mixed up in too much girl drama and thinks he can handle it the typical guy way by avoiding but I don't let him get away with it. I told him I'm not going to field the phone calls from the girls so if he doesn't want to go out with someone anymore then he needs to be a man and tell them that straight out.
Turns out all she wanted was to know why he was playing a certain song over and over again at her party Friday night. Yeah...matter of national security there!!! I can see why that warranted 20 phone calls until she got through!
Man, it's going to be a long adolescence!!
(As I was proofreading this post...said twit called again and this time she blocked her number. HA.)
Firefighter Jace!
Here is Jace is all of his Halloween glory. He was definitely the hit of our neighborhood. Every one said how cute he was. A couple people had fire pits going and sitting by them while handing out candy...we told them we were going to have to put their fire out. HA. He had a great time!
Fall Fun...
Ken wasn't able to pick Jace up right away on Friday so he passed the time playing in the leaves down the street. He likes to ride his motorcyle around the block so he crashed it into a pile of leaves.
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