I'm working away, the sun is shining outside on a beautiful day. I'm trying to get as much done to get peanut in the pool. I make a few phone calls, get a fax.... do some drafting. OHhhh I feel productive. Heck, I even had the dishwasher and washer going. Woo hooo...
Then at noon I get a phone call.
Dum
Dum
Dum.....
It was my son's school. My stomach dropped. Today is his last full day and tomorrow they have a half of a day. The staff I met with yesterday stated that he does well with structure so the unstructured end of they year has messed with him. *sigh*
So this phone call was from the front office stating that I need to get in and talk to the principal. That there was an incident with my monkey and she can't explain the particulars, that I'd have to come in.
My head is imagining it all. I'm grabbing shoes and peanut and we are off. The short 5 minute drive to the school is pure torture, agony. Hubby isn't reachable by ANY phone and I don't know what I'm walking into.
I walk in and my son is in the front office, a ton of stuff in his arms and his backpack on his back. This doesn't look good. I try to get out of him what happened and only got a little before walking into the principal's office.
Now I was NEVER sent to the principal's office as a child. Call me a goodie goodie if you want but I was never sent. I even hated when, in high school, I'd forget to sign into social study hall because that would earn me detention. It was the only reason I ever got in trouble in the 13 years in the school district.
So I'm walking into the principal's office for my son, after a day of glowing reports and complimentary behavior. I'm sick, I'm terrified.
My son pinched another child for no reason and then crawled under the table and hugged another child's legs. For that he was being sent home and I was told that they thought it best if he didn't go in the half of a day either. My son was kicked out of school at age 7. The principal felt that given my son's need for structure that it would be best if he didn't come back the rest of the year.
And then the term Asperger syndrome was thrown out there given his need for structure and problem today. So we took the walk of shame with all of his stuff but I have to go back tomorrow to get the rest. I cried the whole way home because I was embarassed and upset and unable to get ahold of hubby. After exploring what Asperger sydrome is and the key points I know my son doesn't match up with anything but a few things and that's not enough for him to have it.
Still... I feel quite deflated.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Highest of highs...
Peanut had a birthday party yesterday. We walked in and heard 'oh there she is! The girls have been asking where you were.' So it seems my daughter has found a way to make good friends.
It was a wonderful feeling yesterday.
Another wonderful feeling yesterday was loathing going into my son's school to discuss his behavior, fearing the worst.
What I got was a high ride of 'he's very bright' that he tests extremely high and they want to recommend him for the Gifted program. I was so excited, so proud and so happy that I almost cried tears of joy.
Despite having to work last night and having a morning appointment on the other side of town, and generally speaking a day that was run run run.... it was a good day.
It was a wonderful feeling yesterday.
Another wonderful feeling yesterday was loathing going into my son's school to discuss his behavior, fearing the worst.
What I got was a high ride of 'he's very bright' that he tests extremely high and they want to recommend him for the Gifted program. I was so excited, so proud and so happy that I almost cried tears of joy.
Despite having to work last night and having a morning appointment on the other side of town, and generally speaking a day that was run run run.... it was a good day.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Holiday Weekend masochist/curse
I have been very clumsy the last few days so the day of the bumbles has taken a turn for the worse. My holiday weekend doesn't involve my job or design work but it has involved work, such as most peoples Memorial days.
Our huge task was opening our pool. This is only our second year opening it and last year was a dream. It was clear, clean and just needed chemed up and cleaned.
This past fall we took extra precausions in closing it thinking we were smart. What we didn't count on was the fact that our winter cover we received in our pool package to be... um flimsy. Apparently many holes got in it and that meant a ton of dirt, leaves and yes... many other gross things. That and algae. *sigh* That means more chemicals, more scrubbing and we have to flush the filter after only a few days when normally it would be over a month before we'd have to do that.
Saturday when we put the hoses together for the filter hubby had me help jam them on. This morning I could barely move my hand, it was killing me! *sigh* So the day ahead of us with just my son's baseball game at 6pm we proceeded to finish the pool opening now that the water level was up. Hubby began to work on readying the filter and get me the DE that I needed to measure. I'm not a chemist but I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express once. hee hee... so I measure out the 4#'s of earth into the filter as it is turned on while hubby realizes the solar heater hoses are leaking. Minor frustrations there. The trees are letting loose tiny white flowers causing us to skim the pool 6 times today. yeah.. fun.
So hubby does something while I start to vacuum the bottom of our now skumy pool....ewwww I'm so upset. I suggest he run out to get the special chemicals for it. We added the shock, the chlorine, the stabilizer and the PH up but we needed something for the skuz. So he agrees and even takes the kids with him. After stating that I should stop if my sore hand hurts to bad he is off. I'm in my bikini and the sun is shining, such a beautiful day. Hubby even left me with a radio playing. Woo hoo.
My Sicilian neighbor had his brick layer over bricking another structure to add to his pizza oven that smoke fills my house. Hello guys.
So I clean clean clean. I'm finally getting sore and only halfway done. That's when I hear the filter running funny. It sounds higher pitched and not right. So I look at it. The pressure is too high. If I don't do something it could ruin the filter. So I could bump it, which is me just turning the filter off, pumping a handle three times and turning it back on. But I notice that the inner chamber that has a basket is full of leaves and junk. So I decide to open it and THEN bump it. It opens counter clockwise and I forgot that it has a shut off valve to keep the water from gushing out. My right hand is so sore but I feel I can open it, grab the basket and close it again. I brace myself onto the lid, squating. I then yank. It gives only too fast and my left hand has it's pinky finger and ring finger smashed between the lid and the valve. I have to turn it the other way to free my fingers which are now slashed and bleeding plus my ring finger is swelling rapidly and turning black. I, luckily took my rings off before this, have the ability to grab the basket and I close the lid before I stumble to the house in emense pain. I make it into the house, light headed and find an ice pack. I ended up on the floor in the family room and that's where my family found me, nearly passing out.
My kids were terrified and calling for hubby because I must have looked so pale. Hubby came up and asked 'what did you do?' After learning of what I did and that I was seemingly okay he headed outside. It took me another hour before the worst of the pain subsided and I could function.
Then we go to my son's baseball game and there I roll my ankle in my thick flip flops and it slices between my toes. Ouch. In the 3rd inning I hobble to the other side of the fence to suggest to hubby that my son stand farther back in the batters box when foul ball nearly hit my head.
Hubby looks at me quizically and says, 'what is with you lately? Did you piss someone off and they cursed you?' I sigh and hobble away.
My bumbles have turned into bandages.
Our huge task was opening our pool. This is only our second year opening it and last year was a dream. It was clear, clean and just needed chemed up and cleaned.
This past fall we took extra precausions in closing it thinking we were smart. What we didn't count on was the fact that our winter cover we received in our pool package to be... um flimsy. Apparently many holes got in it and that meant a ton of dirt, leaves and yes... many other gross things. That and algae. *sigh* That means more chemicals, more scrubbing and we have to flush the filter after only a few days when normally it would be over a month before we'd have to do that.
Saturday when we put the hoses together for the filter hubby had me help jam them on. This morning I could barely move my hand, it was killing me! *sigh* So the day ahead of us with just my son's baseball game at 6pm we proceeded to finish the pool opening now that the water level was up. Hubby began to work on readying the filter and get me the DE that I needed to measure. I'm not a chemist but I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express once. hee hee... so I measure out the 4#'s of earth into the filter as it is turned on while hubby realizes the solar heater hoses are leaking. Minor frustrations there. The trees are letting loose tiny white flowers causing us to skim the pool 6 times today. yeah.. fun.
So hubby does something while I start to vacuum the bottom of our now skumy pool....ewwww I'm so upset. I suggest he run out to get the special chemicals for it. We added the shock, the chlorine, the stabilizer and the PH up but we needed something for the skuz. So he agrees and even takes the kids with him. After stating that I should stop if my sore hand hurts to bad he is off. I'm in my bikini and the sun is shining, such a beautiful day. Hubby even left me with a radio playing. Woo hoo.
My Sicilian neighbor had his brick layer over bricking another structure to add to his pizza oven that smoke fills my house. Hello guys.
So I clean clean clean. I'm finally getting sore and only halfway done. That's when I hear the filter running funny. It sounds higher pitched and not right. So I look at it. The pressure is too high. If I don't do something it could ruin the filter. So I could bump it, which is me just turning the filter off, pumping a handle three times and turning it back on. But I notice that the inner chamber that has a basket is full of leaves and junk. So I decide to open it and THEN bump it. It opens counter clockwise and I forgot that it has a shut off valve to keep the water from gushing out. My right hand is so sore but I feel I can open it, grab the basket and close it again. I brace myself onto the lid, squating. I then yank. It gives only too fast and my left hand has it's pinky finger and ring finger smashed between the lid and the valve. I have to turn it the other way to free my fingers which are now slashed and bleeding plus my ring finger is swelling rapidly and turning black. I, luckily took my rings off before this, have the ability to grab the basket and I close the lid before I stumble to the house in emense pain. I make it into the house, light headed and find an ice pack. I ended up on the floor in the family room and that's where my family found me, nearly passing out.
My kids were terrified and calling for hubby because I must have looked so pale. Hubby came up and asked 'what did you do?' After learning of what I did and that I was seemingly okay he headed outside. It took me another hour before the worst of the pain subsided and I could function.
Then we go to my son's baseball game and there I roll my ankle in my thick flip flops and it slices between my toes. Ouch. In the 3rd inning I hobble to the other side of the fence to suggest to hubby that my son stand farther back in the batters box when foul ball nearly hit my head.
Hubby looks at me quizically and says, 'what is with you lately? Did you piss someone off and they cursed you?' I sigh and hobble away.
My bumbles have turned into bandages.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Bumbling
I am having a bumbling idiot day here. First I wake up late, then I rush rush rush to get ready for an appointment. Peanut gets ready and we are off. I have only a half of a poptart in my tummy and peanut has an hour and a half before having to be at her preschool for her graduation practice / pizza party. She's psyched.
I get to work where my appointment is to be held. I wonder why she isn't there since I was tardy. Looking into my big bag of tricks at my calendar I see that I looked at Friday. *sigh* Bumbles. I don't want to waste my trip so I prep a quote and fax it through for a client and Peanut and I are on our way.
We get home where I have a better breakfast and she draws. I decide to clean up and put the screen in my kitchen window. In doing so I had to move all my plants including a prickly cactus. I cleaned the window while perched on the countertop. Then I put the screen in and put the plants back up. 2 seconds later one of the plants fell spilling dirt everywhere. *sigh* Bumbles.
We then head back the way toward her preschool (which is past my work.) I get her signed in and kiss her goodbye. Holding back my tears of joy and sadness of this being her graduation day. I know folks, she's ONLY in preschool but in my minds eye she was just a tiny baby a few weeks ago and now preschool is over. Slow this crazy ride down!!
Then I came back home and did....
nothing. Bumbles.
I get to work where my appointment is to be held. I wonder why she isn't there since I was tardy. Looking into my big bag of tricks at my calendar I see that I looked at Friday. *sigh* Bumbles. I don't want to waste my trip so I prep a quote and fax it through for a client and Peanut and I are on our way.
We get home where I have a better breakfast and she draws. I decide to clean up and put the screen in my kitchen window. In doing so I had to move all my plants including a prickly cactus. I cleaned the window while perched on the countertop. Then I put the screen in and put the plants back up. 2 seconds later one of the plants fell spilling dirt everywhere. *sigh* Bumbles.
We then head back the way toward her preschool (which is past my work.) I get her signed in and kiss her goodbye. Holding back my tears of joy and sadness of this being her graduation day. I know folks, she's ONLY in preschool but in my minds eye she was just a tiny baby a few weeks ago and now preschool is over. Slow this crazy ride down!!
Then I came back home and did....
nothing. Bumbles.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
A hodge-podge catch up...
I have been away. Did you notice? If you did I feel special, thank you. LOL But I don't expect you to be missing me THAT much. :D
I have been bombarded by new clients and completing projects. Spring has sprung and school is coming to an end. My son is getting spring fever and being a bit of a handful. My daughter had her last day of preschool today *sniffle*. Tomorrow she graduates (tomorrow evening to be precise.) In an effort to have my daughter see these kids one last time because they will split up between at least 4 schools, one private and the other three as zoned in our district I hand out my business cards with my home number on it and tell the mom's I would like to have a small pool party in July for the kids. After I did this I thought, 'OMG, what have I done?' LOL. We'll see how big this gets.
This graduation is particularly sad for me because my son went for two years at this preschool and then my daughter so it's a chapter in my life that is closing and that means my kids are growing too fast for my liking. (can you see a tear in my eye? yes... there is one.)
I'm proud of them both and all that they have learned this year. My son began to learn how to read more words at the beginning of the year and at the end read a 300+ page Harry Potter book in 10 days so color me the proud mama.
My daughter learned how to write her name proficiently and to work scissors like a pro, not to mention numerous other things.
So the end of august I will have a second grader and a kindergartener on my hands and wondering where did the time go already. I know a lot of you have older kids, some graduating high school even. (;-D) So I am using knowing that as a reminder just how fast time does fly.
This spring has been a different one as I'm not planting annuals this year. I ordered and received mini rose bushes so that I won't plant each spring and pull out each fall. I hope they take. Another interesting thing is we have a robins nest on the beam of our deck and three baby heads sticking out. The daddy bird dive-bombs my dog who is clueless and it's amusing.
Hubby bought a basketball hoop for in the ground and is like a kid in a candy store putting it together. He hopes to have my dad help tomorrow evening putting it up after Peanut's graduation.
I get Sat-Monday off for the upcoming holiday and we plan to open the pool WOOO HOOO!!! I bet I'll lose the last 5-10 lbs in there. I just hope my shockingly white skin doesn't blind passerbys in their cars. LOL
So there is a 'catchup' in a nutshell. After work tonight I plan to catch up on all of your blogs, I've missed you all!!! :D
I have been bombarded by new clients and completing projects. Spring has sprung and school is coming to an end. My son is getting spring fever and being a bit of a handful. My daughter had her last day of preschool today *sniffle*. Tomorrow she graduates (tomorrow evening to be precise.) In an effort to have my daughter see these kids one last time because they will split up between at least 4 schools, one private and the other three as zoned in our district I hand out my business cards with my home number on it and tell the mom's I would like to have a small pool party in July for the kids. After I did this I thought, 'OMG, what have I done?' LOL. We'll see how big this gets.
This graduation is particularly sad for me because my son went for two years at this preschool and then my daughter so it's a chapter in my life that is closing and that means my kids are growing too fast for my liking. (can you see a tear in my eye? yes... there is one.)
I'm proud of them both and all that they have learned this year. My son began to learn how to read more words at the beginning of the year and at the end read a 300+ page Harry Potter book in 10 days so color me the proud mama.
My daughter learned how to write her name proficiently and to work scissors like a pro, not to mention numerous other things.
So the end of august I will have a second grader and a kindergartener on my hands and wondering where did the time go already. I know a lot of you have older kids, some graduating high school even. (;-D) So I am using knowing that as a reminder just how fast time does fly.
This spring has been a different one as I'm not planting annuals this year. I ordered and received mini rose bushes so that I won't plant each spring and pull out each fall. I hope they take. Another interesting thing is we have a robins nest on the beam of our deck and three baby heads sticking out. The daddy bird dive-bombs my dog who is clueless and it's amusing.
Hubby bought a basketball hoop for in the ground and is like a kid in a candy store putting it together. He hopes to have my dad help tomorrow evening putting it up after Peanut's graduation.
I get Sat-Monday off for the upcoming holiday and we plan to open the pool WOOO HOOO!!! I bet I'll lose the last 5-10 lbs in there. I just hope my shockingly white skin doesn't blind passerbys in their cars. LOL
So there is a 'catchup' in a nutshell. After work tonight I plan to catch up on all of your blogs, I've missed you all!!! :D
Sunday, May 20, 2007
The poll is closed
Thank you all for voting! Thank you all for the name ideas. But the poll is closed.
In the end each name got a vote. I did neglect to explain one of the names on the list. Hubby had suggested the name 'Cheetah'. Why? His nick name for me is 'cheetah bear'. Back in college a roommate I had, a female, who was wild and fun used to say, 'lets go Cheetah'. The nickname stuck with me with regards to hubby. So that's the orgin of that name.
So the voting may continue if anyone wishes to vote but as of today (sunday) I am stating that my car shall be named 'Cali', short for Caliente since she's red and red is hot. So there you have it.
Btw... I got to have the top down on Cali yesterday for the first time in a long time. And then it got cold. Grrrr... silly weather.
In the end each name got a vote. I did neglect to explain one of the names on the list. Hubby had suggested the name 'Cheetah'. Why? His nick name for me is 'cheetah bear'. Back in college a roommate I had, a female, who was wild and fun used to say, 'lets go Cheetah'. The nickname stuck with me with regards to hubby. So that's the orgin of that name.
So the voting may continue if anyone wishes to vote but as of today (sunday) I am stating that my car shall be named 'Cali', short for Caliente since she's red and red is hot. So there you have it.
Btw... I got to have the top down on Cali yesterday for the first time in a long time. And then it got cold. Grrrr... silly weather.
Some peoples parents
Friday evening I went to my son's baseball game. I had scheduled off work and while they warmed up I made some phone calls to clients. When the game began we (peanut and I) sat down on the cold cold bleachers. Immediately she befriended two kids, siblings of a boy on my son's team. Hubby was on the field with other dads coaching. The area I live in is pretty affluent. Growing up here the town was like a farm town but in 1991 it began to grow by leaps and bounds given our proximity to Pittsburgh. Now it is the 'place to live' and houses are going up faster and faster. More and more expensive. I've noticed that while these people have money, that doesn't make them nicer.
At his games I talk to other parents and cheer. That day I made some phone calls, left messages to future clients and made one appt for a new client. Then I went to watch and cheer. It was in the low 50's, windy and cold so that made it fun. For an hour and a half my daughter was playing nicely with the two kids, not a problem, conflict or anything. They were playing around a tree as home base. Two VERY rambunctious kids run into the group of kids. The boy with my daughter tries to say that they were there first as does my daughter while the other girl leaves.
I watch from a short distance away figuring that 'play ground' rules apply and will let them handle things on their own. But these kids are all over the other ones, screaming at my daughter as my daughter screams back. She kicks them after they push her and that's when I poise to intervene. My method of choice, after a few more screams from the boys and as I watch as the other two kid's mothers stand by, was to go grab my daughter and pluck her out of the crowd. I carry her crying back to the bench and tell her if they don't want to play with her then don't play with them. Heck on them. That she didn't need to be scratched. I didn't whisper it but I didn't yell it. I was telling my daughter, not the other mom's. I don't want my daughter thinking she needs to take that stuff and was trying to teach her when to walk away. That must have upset the moms. But the boys left. So I let her back down and she ran to the tree.
They came back and ripped the leaf out of her hand that she had been holding, scratching her again. The other moms come swarming... obviously the lone little girl 6 inches shorter than the boys was to blame, right? So I plucked her away and told her again that she didn't need to take that. We sit back down. They leave one more time. I let her get up and I go with her. I stand sentry to her while watching the game. Never once did I say a THING to the other kids or moms. I decide to just remove her from the problems and deal with it without conflict. It seemed to me the better choice but these parents had something else in mind.
After about 10 minutes one of the boys came running over and threw a glove at my head, hitting me. I stood there with a shocked look on my face. What the heck was that all about? I mean which one of the kids (him versus my daughter) is the problem maker I ask you? Who does that to an adult? One of the women's husbands came walking over to retreive the glove and says, 'I'm sorry ma'am.' But THEN ADDED THIS!! "But she WAS kicking them."
WTF!!???
I laughed out loud in surprise with aN 'oh yeah that's mature' look on my face. I can not believe that that was a parent's response to the situation at hand! To drop an insult and gloss over his son's actions. I was in shock. What was this!? I did nothing, she did nothing what the heck was with the attack? I lean down to my daughter and tell her that kicking those boys wasn't a good thing and to not do that but if she has to protect herself then she could do that.
So the game ended and we walked over to my son's bench. As we headed back to the car I began to tell hubby about the interaction. I didn't get to tell him much by the time we get to our car. That's when I realize that one of the bitches was parked next to us with one empty spot between us. My daughter, being the spunky little one that she was, says to the boys 'see you brats' in a sing songy voice. At least I think she did, I didn't hear her because I was talking to hubby. How did I get informed that she had said it? You ask. I was floored when this woman leans into my 35" tall 33 lb daughter and says 'what did you say? Did you call my kids brats?" I looked up from my conversation surprised by the interruption, wondering wtf this lady was saying. That's when I realize she was adressing my 5 year old daughter who was dwarfed by her. She got all disgusted and said 'incredible', shaking her head.
THAT'S IT!!! I remained quiet long enough. I'm done lady.
"What's incredible is two boys picking on a little girl" I retort.
"She was kicking them" she replies.
"And she was corrected for that. But they were all over her." Game on lady.
She makes comments under her breath but turns her back to me. My daughter was crying, my husband stuned because he had no idea what was being said. 'I can't believe it's coming to this,' I say. "Unbelievable.' Now you tell me when it's okay to have two boys gang up on one smaller girl regardless of her standing up for herself or not. This woman kept commenting under her breath. And I finally said in her method of backhanded discussion, 'You did nothing wrong, sweet heart, they are brats.'
After recounting it all that had happened prior to hubby he was pacing at home, he was so angry. They play this team again. I know I shall stay on the side of my teams bench but I need to mentally prepare should these losers decide to pick on a tiny girl and her 5' tall mom and gang up on her 3 to one.
At his games I talk to other parents and cheer. That day I made some phone calls, left messages to future clients and made one appt for a new client. Then I went to watch and cheer. It was in the low 50's, windy and cold so that made it fun. For an hour and a half my daughter was playing nicely with the two kids, not a problem, conflict or anything. They were playing around a tree as home base. Two VERY rambunctious kids run into the group of kids. The boy with my daughter tries to say that they were there first as does my daughter while the other girl leaves.
I watch from a short distance away figuring that 'play ground' rules apply and will let them handle things on their own. But these kids are all over the other ones, screaming at my daughter as my daughter screams back. She kicks them after they push her and that's when I poise to intervene. My method of choice, after a few more screams from the boys and as I watch as the other two kid's mothers stand by, was to go grab my daughter and pluck her out of the crowd. I carry her crying back to the bench and tell her if they don't want to play with her then don't play with them. Heck on them. That she didn't need to be scratched. I didn't whisper it but I didn't yell it. I was telling my daughter, not the other mom's. I don't want my daughter thinking she needs to take that stuff and was trying to teach her when to walk away. That must have upset the moms. But the boys left. So I let her back down and she ran to the tree.
They came back and ripped the leaf out of her hand that she had been holding, scratching her again. The other moms come swarming... obviously the lone little girl 6 inches shorter than the boys was to blame, right? So I plucked her away and told her again that she didn't need to take that. We sit back down. They leave one more time. I let her get up and I go with her. I stand sentry to her while watching the game. Never once did I say a THING to the other kids or moms. I decide to just remove her from the problems and deal with it without conflict. It seemed to me the better choice but these parents had something else in mind.
After about 10 minutes one of the boys came running over and threw a glove at my head, hitting me. I stood there with a shocked look on my face. What the heck was that all about? I mean which one of the kids (him versus my daughter) is the problem maker I ask you? Who does that to an adult? One of the women's husbands came walking over to retreive the glove and says, 'I'm sorry ma'am.' But THEN ADDED THIS!! "But she WAS kicking them."
WTF!!???
I laughed out loud in surprise with aN 'oh yeah that's mature' look on my face. I can not believe that that was a parent's response to the situation at hand! To drop an insult and gloss over his son's actions. I was in shock. What was this!? I did nothing, she did nothing what the heck was with the attack? I lean down to my daughter and tell her that kicking those boys wasn't a good thing and to not do that but if she has to protect herself then she could do that.
So the game ended and we walked over to my son's bench. As we headed back to the car I began to tell hubby about the interaction. I didn't get to tell him much by the time we get to our car. That's when I realize that one of the bitches was parked next to us with one empty spot between us. My daughter, being the spunky little one that she was, says to the boys 'see you brats' in a sing songy voice. At least I think she did, I didn't hear her because I was talking to hubby. How did I get informed that she had said it? You ask. I was floored when this woman leans into my 35" tall 33 lb daughter and says 'what did you say? Did you call my kids brats?" I looked up from my conversation surprised by the interruption, wondering wtf this lady was saying. That's when I realize she was adressing my 5 year old daughter who was dwarfed by her. She got all disgusted and said 'incredible', shaking her head.
THAT'S IT!!! I remained quiet long enough. I'm done lady.
"What's incredible is two boys picking on a little girl" I retort.
"She was kicking them" she replies.
"And she was corrected for that. But they were all over her." Game on lady.
She makes comments under her breath but turns her back to me. My daughter was crying, my husband stuned because he had no idea what was being said. 'I can't believe it's coming to this,' I say. "Unbelievable.' Now you tell me when it's okay to have two boys gang up on one smaller girl regardless of her standing up for herself or not. This woman kept commenting under her breath. And I finally said in her method of backhanded discussion, 'You did nothing wrong, sweet heart, they are brats.'
After recounting it all that had happened prior to hubby he was pacing at home, he was so angry. They play this team again. I know I shall stay on the side of my teams bench but I need to mentally prepare should these losers decide to pick on a tiny girl and her 5' tall mom and gang up on her 3 to one.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Rambling thoughts in the middle of the night
It's 1:22 am and I'm tired. I have been sitting pricing for one client that seems to never end. I need sleep.
I had to calm my son down tonight. He finished reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone in 10 days. Seven years old and read a 300 + page book in 10 days. Well he stayed up too late each night sneaking a read but it just felt wrong to say 'Hey... put the book down and stop reading!' He was craving the next book, the Prisoner of Ascoban (sic) and again it seemed wrong to say "NO! You can't have a book!" And yet I had to in some way for the principal of it that he can't demand things from us. So that was fun.
Peanut is still not 100%. Poor little one. Not only that, she was told for the millionth time "you look like your mommy." Again... poor little one. LOL.
So I'm about to turn in. Please don't mind my ramblings. I'm dopey and tired. One of the well known dwarfs and his second cousin. hee hee (see...I'm loopy.)
Please vote for my car's name and thanks to those who did. I think I'm getting pouty about my lack of readership based on the votes....lol But honored by those who do.
Vote for my Beetle HERE.
I had to calm my son down tonight. He finished reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone in 10 days. Seven years old and read a 300 + page book in 10 days. Well he stayed up too late each night sneaking a read but it just felt wrong to say 'Hey... put the book down and stop reading!' He was craving the next book, the Prisoner of Ascoban (sic) and again it seemed wrong to say "NO! You can't have a book!" And yet I had to in some way for the principal of it that he can't demand things from us. So that was fun.
Peanut is still not 100%. Poor little one. Not only that, she was told for the millionth time "you look like your mommy." Again... poor little one. LOL.
So I'm about to turn in. Please don't mind my ramblings. I'm dopey and tired. One of the well known dwarfs and his second cousin. hee hee (see...I'm loopy.)
Please vote for my car's name and thanks to those who did. I think I'm getting pouty about my lack of readership based on the votes....lol But honored by those who do.
Vote for my Beetle HERE.
Monday, May 14, 2007
My Monday madness
I was ready to go to work today. Of course this morning I was worried I had gotten food poisoning but I was feeling better, albeit a bit nauseated but better.
Then whatever had hit me hit my Peanut. She was running to the bathroom and was getting feverish. I was torn. Do I head to work? Do I stay? I got my hubby to get home to take over the kids so I didn't have to drag them with me.
Hubby gets home, I had called into work and told my manager about my daughter. She told me to do what I had to. My daughter woke from her nap and said she had to go again. Poor thing. I took her in and she began to vomit. Now it's coming out both ends.
I call the doctor and got what I figured I'd get... fluids, gatorade and such. If she couldn't keep that down to take her to the hospital. I was thinking about leaving for work when she vomitted again. *sigh* Mommy stayed home, Peanut needed me.
She got her bath by me and some loving. She is also keeping down some iced tea (her beverage of choice like her mommy.)
So now I'm prepping for appointments tomorrow, that I hope I can keep, that is, if Peanut is feeling better and can go with me.
Then whatever had hit me hit my Peanut. She was running to the bathroom and was getting feverish. I was torn. Do I head to work? Do I stay? I got my hubby to get home to take over the kids so I didn't have to drag them with me.
Hubby gets home, I had called into work and told my manager about my daughter. She told me to do what I had to. My daughter woke from her nap and said she had to go again. Poor thing. I took her in and she began to vomit. Now it's coming out both ends.
I call the doctor and got what I figured I'd get... fluids, gatorade and such. If she couldn't keep that down to take her to the hospital. I was thinking about leaving for work when she vomitted again. *sigh* Mommy stayed home, Peanut needed me.
She got her bath by me and some loving. She is also keeping down some iced tea (her beverage of choice like her mommy.)
So now I'm prepping for appointments tomorrow, that I hope I can keep, that is, if Peanut is feeling better and can go with me.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
My Mom...
*** Special note: Some people have asked... the bride in the photos is my little sister (the one who lives in florida) not me. Just an FYI ***
My mom is an amazing person. I know you can probably all say that about your mom but I still say that my mom is amazing. She lost her dad by age 16 and her mom before turning 18. Alone with an older brother who could care less than her and a younger brother who was her grandmother's favorite she still remained strong.
My mom is an amazing person. I know you can probably all say that about your mom but I still say that my mom is amazing. She lost her dad by age 16 and her mom before turning 18. Alone with an older brother who could care less than her and a younger brother who was her grandmother's favorite she still remained strong.
She had dated my dad for awhile and they had broken up. He was living in CA for some time and returned to visit family when they bumped into each other. He suggested she come out to CA with him and later he sent her a ticket. Before turning 18 she left the only home she knew on a plane by herself. A strong lady following the man she loved.
They eloped and married at a justice of the peace after she turned 18. A year later they returned to PA to marry in the church since it was my grandmother's request.
My mom is all of 4'- 11-1/2" tall and a tough lady. She has endured a ton of things in her life. But she has also made the most amazing memories for me in my life. I remember nothing but happy Christmas's, birthdays and every holiday in between. She baked things from scratch with me watching on eagerly wanting to do what she was doing. Our house was always neat, tidy and organized. Our birthday cakes were the most delicious and amazing looking things you have ever seen. Once she made me a cake that looked just like a pizza with icing shaped and colored like mushrooms, pepperoni and such. It was incredible.
Throughout life she never thought twice about putting us first. She may have needed something but it gave her more joy to get what we needed first. My sister's say she likes to play the maryter role, I just see it as a great and giving mom.
Always seeking to learn more, always there to talk to, always excited about things in our life and cheering us on. Always catching more than one of my kid's soccer and baseball games. Always willing to watch our kids when we are in a bind. Always there for advise. Always giving hugs and encouraging words. Always there to turn to when I have difficult moments. Always gets on the floor to play with the kids. Always fun, smiling and happy. She has always been someone I look up to despite her not being taller than me. She is a strong woman who loves greatly. I have been so honored to know her as my mom and in the last 10 years have been happy to call her my friend as well.
I love you mom!! Happy mother's Day!
Friday, May 11, 2007
Unnamed new addition
Here she is. The day we got her was sunny and gorgeous. Peanut went with me. We drove with the salesman to the gas station where he said he would do a nascar pitcrew thing where he gased her up while I sat. That was cool, him paying, pumping and he wasn't my husband. Woo hoo! We thanked him, he teased me that I'd be turning heads in it soon and we bid him farewell. Then we pulled over so that I could put the top down. Woo hoo!!! Boy that felt so freeing with nothing but the sky above. Blue with puffy white clouds. The wind blowing and yet we could still talk and hear the radio better than in OSST minivan.
I pulled into my plan of homes just before my son's bus arrived. I pulled alongside the sidewalk to wait for him. He ran off the bus and freaked out he was so excited. We went for a drive to my moms (hubby was home early too, it was a family affair.)
These pics were taken the next day. Every day has been beautiful here and the top has been down each day. I can't wait for a warm night to have the stars above as I drive. Now to name her. I shall have a poll. I have received a good number of names. Some good and thoughtful and some just plain silly. (*cough* mike *cough*) I shall post a poll and you can vote. Hubby even volunteered one. I will do that later and then I have a video of peanut to put up. Blog blog and away!!!
I have more pics of this beauty but I'm having wireless router issues. More to come. If she inspires an idea for a name let me know. Sunday or Monday I'll post a poll for my blogging friends and visitors to vote on.
I pulled into my plan of homes just before my son's bus arrived. I pulled alongside the sidewalk to wait for him. He ran off the bus and freaked out he was so excited. We went for a drive to my moms (hubby was home early too, it was a family affair.)
These pics were taken the next day. Every day has been beautiful here and the top has been down each day. I can't wait for a warm night to have the stars above as I drive. Now to name her. I shall have a poll. I have received a good number of names. Some good and thoughtful and some just plain silly. (*cough* mike *cough*) I shall post a poll and you can vote. Hubby even volunteered one. I will do that later and then I have a video of peanut to put up. Blog blog and away!!!
I have more pics of this beauty but I'm having wireless router issues. More to come. If she inspires an idea for a name let me know. Sunday or Monday I'll post a poll for my blogging friends and visitors to vote on.
Ode to OSST Minivan
So all of my blogging friends know that I have traded my sheek OSST (to those who don't know... it means 'Oh so sexy teal') minivan.
Monday I got the call that I could get my VW (thanks Sally...lol). I had a frustrating time with something that was holding up the handing over of the keys. You see they had to find me a car. There aren't too many salsa red vw beetle convertibles with package one readily available. So the one they found me had Sirius radio (satellite) which I didn't ask for but accepted and planned to pay the difference. Upon prepping the car it was found that the antenae component was not there. Did that mean it would work or didn't have the inner components? They couldn't tell me. They didn't know. The guy who could figure it out wasn't there, corporate wasn't calling back and neither was the dealer they acquired the car from. *sigh* So they weren't ready to hand it over.
In the end they decided to credit me for the non functioning feature and I could pick it up. These pics are of my OSST minivan upon leaving with it. Our farewell journey.
When we bought this old lady she was used, 4 years old and misused. We cared for her and took care of her the best we could. She has left our family due to needing more work than she was valued at. With no heat working, no ac, an oil leak, an over powering odor of gas, it creaked when you turned it and so much more wrong with it we knew she was begging to be put out of her misery. I believe she will be sold for parts. *sniffle*
That's peanut in the OSST minivan on her farewell journey. When we bought her my son was an infant (3 months old) and I had no idea that in 7 months I'd find out I was pregnant again with Peanut. We brought peanut home in this old lady. *sigh* memories.
She served us well and I thank her for hanging on to trade-in day.
This is at the dealership waiting for my new ride. Farewell girl. We will never forget you. *kiss* And I never got to do that whole Tawny Kitaen thing on your hood. Still you rocked, you rocked out loud.
Monday I got the call that I could get my VW (thanks Sally...lol). I had a frustrating time with something that was holding up the handing over of the keys. You see they had to find me a car. There aren't too many salsa red vw beetle convertibles with package one readily available. So the one they found me had Sirius radio (satellite) which I didn't ask for but accepted and planned to pay the difference. Upon prepping the car it was found that the antenae component was not there. Did that mean it would work or didn't have the inner components? They couldn't tell me. They didn't know. The guy who could figure it out wasn't there, corporate wasn't calling back and neither was the dealer they acquired the car from. *sigh* So they weren't ready to hand it over.
In the end they decided to credit me for the non functioning feature and I could pick it up. These pics are of my OSST minivan upon leaving with it. Our farewell journey.
When we bought this old lady she was used, 4 years old and misused. We cared for her and took care of her the best we could. She has left our family due to needing more work than she was valued at. With no heat working, no ac, an oil leak, an over powering odor of gas, it creaked when you turned it and so much more wrong with it we knew she was begging to be put out of her misery. I believe she will be sold for parts. *sniffle*
That's peanut in the OSST minivan on her farewell journey. When we bought her my son was an infant (3 months old) and I had no idea that in 7 months I'd find out I was pregnant again with Peanut. We brought peanut home in this old lady. *sigh* memories.
She served us well and I thank her for hanging on to trade-in day.
This is at the dealership waiting for my new ride. Farewell girl. We will never forget you. *kiss* And I never got to do that whole Tawny Kitaen thing on your hood. Still you rocked, you rocked out loud.
Have I?
Have I been tooling around in my convertible? Sure. Have I been doing that instead of blogging? No.
So what have I been doing? Design work. Design work for ONE client. She has me hopping. I'm hoping to get her pricing done for her budget that's tighter than a rhino in a tutu.
I'm about to post some pics.
So what have I been doing? Design work. Design work for ONE client. She has me hopping. I'm hoping to get her pricing done for her budget that's tighter than a rhino in a tutu.
I'm about to post some pics.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Productive and a question
This morning I got some information out for a client who has a fast moving project. I will be working on more of it today. I have two clients on the cusp of completion and will be contacting them with pricing, selections and a surprise color board. LOL.
Also, I FINALLY got the car dealership locked down on a time. Today at 1:30pm (eastern Standard time) I will be at the dealership signing my life away and speeding off in my new car.
That brings me to my question. I plan to name the car. I need help. I had one suggestion from my bff Lioux at Damn You Dan for 'Bugsy' and I love it. But I feel I need to explore all options. So please click on my email link in my profile if you have a name suggestion. After getting some suggestions that I like I will make a poll for everyone to vote on the best name and the list will include 'Bugsy' for sure.
Lastly... let me say: "HOLY GREAT WEATHER!" I am loving this .... what do you call this stuff? Oh yeah... SUNSHINE! Crazy warming stuff that makes me smile more than usual. I am loving the warm weather and sunshine. It makes me want to skip out on my design work and run barefoot in the grass. Also, the grass is looking great with Scotts help. I haven't heard hubby complain about weeds or anything. Could this be a great summer? I don't know but not hearing about clover and his griping would make it be so! LOL
Later gators!
Also, I FINALLY got the car dealership locked down on a time. Today at 1:30pm (eastern Standard time) I will be at the dealership signing my life away and speeding off in my new car.
That brings me to my question. I plan to name the car. I need help. I had one suggestion from my bff Lioux at Damn You Dan for 'Bugsy' and I love it. But I feel I need to explore all options. So please click on my email link in my profile if you have a name suggestion. After getting some suggestions that I like I will make a poll for everyone to vote on the best name and the list will include 'Bugsy' for sure.
Lastly... let me say: "HOLY GREAT WEATHER!" I am loving this .... what do you call this stuff? Oh yeah... SUNSHINE! Crazy warming stuff that makes me smile more than usual. I am loving the warm weather and sunshine. It makes me want to skip out on my design work and run barefoot in the grass. Also, the grass is looking great with Scotts help. I haven't heard hubby complain about weeds or anything. Could this be a great summer? I don't know but not hearing about clover and his griping would make it be so! LOL
Later gators!
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Sergeant frustration... and
Major let down.
*sigh*
No I'm not cruising in the beautiful sunshine today (and yes, it is a beautiful sunfilled day today.) I got a call at work Saturday from the car salesman. I was excitedly waiting to confirm the time to get my beautiful car. It seems they were not going to get it ready in time for Saturday pick up and would be closed on Sunday.
So..... I will be getting it tomorrow or someone will be hurting at the dealership from a size 6 womans boot up their butt. I might be small but I'm full of attitude. LMAO.
I'll update you all with photos of my OSST minivan, who was granted a temporary stay (as I was told it would only be worth parts *sniffle*.. wait, am I sniffling?) and of my new beauty. I will also be asking for assistance from my blogging buddies. Until then... blog ya later!
*sigh*
No I'm not cruising in the beautiful sunshine today (and yes, it is a beautiful sunfilled day today.) I got a call at work Saturday from the car salesman. I was excitedly waiting to confirm the time to get my beautiful car. It seems they were not going to get it ready in time for Saturday pick up and would be closed on Sunday.
So..... I will be getting it tomorrow or someone will be hurting at the dealership from a size 6 womans boot up their butt. I might be small but I'm full of attitude. LMAO.
I'll update you all with photos of my OSST minivan, who was granted a temporary stay (as I was told it would only be worth parts *sniffle*.. wait, am I sniffling?) and of my new beauty. I will also be asking for assistance from my blogging buddies. Until then... blog ya later!
Friday, May 04, 2007
MY CAR MY CAR MY CAR!!!!
I was approved by MYSELF!
I have secured the car!!
They are bringing the car in TOMORROW (Saturday)
I might get it by the end of the day TOMORROW!!
I can't breath I'm so excited. I got my car! I got my car! *breath... deeply*
Okay.. it's a bit sad to say goodbye to the OSST minivan since I brought the peanut home in it but I will totally be loving this.....
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
The Children's Museum
Today Peanut and I went along with all the other 4-5 year old preschoolers in her school plus their parents on big yellow school buses to the Children's Museum in the North side of town. My daughter thought the school bus ride was "tool" (which is cool in peanut language.) She rode in the seat next to me going down and insisted on holding my hand the whole time. I was looking out the window and watching her expression. But eventually I looked down at her tiny hand in mine and thought how I should just look at it and enjoy her wanting to hold my hand. It will be all to soon that she won't want to any more. *sniffle* So I lived in the moment right then and basqued in the joy of my daughter.
The museum was full of other nursery schools and such and was a bustling place.
We enjoyed Mr. Roger's Neighborhood exhibit, some climbing things and she did some artwork in the studio section. There was a kids climbing thing that we mothers joked looked like a giant aunt farm. Peanut climbed like a champ and didn't get scared.
They had a section that my son would have loved, which was called the garage and in it were inventions: Things like a car with parts and pieces and you could see how a circuit worked. They had a system where you pulled the ball up and tipped it onto a section of a two wire track that led around the whole ceiling (which we tried) They had slides and rope ladders.
After lunch with her friends and their parents we went to the floor that had the water play area. She didn't want to go but I talked her into checking it out. After all I lugged a complete change of clothes she should at LEAST look at it. In the end she LOVED it. I took tons of pictures and some videos that I'll put up later. I'd like hubby to check them out first.
On the way home Peanut sat with a girlfriend of hers and I sat with the little girls mom and I smiled to myself remembering the fleeting moment she held my hand. I'm glad I enjoyed it. The two little ones giggled and talked the whole way home. Some kids fell asleep but not my peanut, she is high energy all day like her mom. LOL
We got back to the school with a future play date discussed between the two girls and climbed into the OSST minivan (which might be gone in the next 2 weeks...dare I hope?) Peanut looked at me and said, "why didn't I get to see the dinosaur bones?"
"Well honey, that's at the science museum. I'll take you there another day."
All in all it was a great day, with great weather.
I got home and hubby was home early and the kids are now outside playing as kids should. I don't work tonight like last night and I'm loving it.
I hope you all are having and enjoying a beautiful day and enjoying the fleeting but wonderful moments found within them.
The museum was full of other nursery schools and such and was a bustling place.
We enjoyed Mr. Roger's Neighborhood exhibit, some climbing things and she did some artwork in the studio section. There was a kids climbing thing that we mothers joked looked like a giant aunt farm. Peanut climbed like a champ and didn't get scared.
They had a section that my son would have loved, which was called the garage and in it were inventions: Things like a car with parts and pieces and you could see how a circuit worked. They had a system where you pulled the ball up and tipped it onto a section of a two wire track that led around the whole ceiling (which we tried) They had slides and rope ladders.
After lunch with her friends and their parents we went to the floor that had the water play area. She didn't want to go but I talked her into checking it out. After all I lugged a complete change of clothes she should at LEAST look at it. In the end she LOVED it. I took tons of pictures and some videos that I'll put up later. I'd like hubby to check them out first.
On the way home Peanut sat with a girlfriend of hers and I sat with the little girls mom and I smiled to myself remembering the fleeting moment she held my hand. I'm glad I enjoyed it. The two little ones giggled and talked the whole way home. Some kids fell asleep but not my peanut, she is high energy all day like her mom. LOL
We got back to the school with a future play date discussed between the two girls and climbed into the OSST minivan (which might be gone in the next 2 weeks...dare I hope?) Peanut looked at me and said, "why didn't I get to see the dinosaur bones?"
"Well honey, that's at the science museum. I'll take you there another day."
All in all it was a great day, with great weather.
I got home and hubby was home early and the kids are now outside playing as kids should. I don't work tonight like last night and I'm loving it.
I hope you all are having and enjoying a beautiful day and enjoying the fleeting but wonderful moments found within them.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
What having kids has made me realize
Having children changes a ton of things as all of you fellow parents know. Last night I took a bubble bath that I felt I richly deserved and listening to my mp3 player. My mind wandered and I found myself thinking about my children and how they have changed my life.
Here is a list of 15 (among hundreds I'm sure if I sat long enough) things that having kids made me realize:
#1. Saturdays are no longer to sleep in or sleep off a hangover.
#2. Your worst fear of someone laughing at you when you're naked comes true. (no matter how great you might look kids always laugh at you if they accidentally see you naked.)
#3. You get to say things you always hated to hear when you were a kids like: "If Eric jumped off a bridge would you?" or "Turn off the lights this isn't the electric company" or "I don't care if it isn't fair, life isn't fair, deal with it." Ohh I could go on and on.
#4. You find out the places that you knew playdoh shouldn't be placed or stuck in ones home or body and a few that surprise you.
#5. You forget what you did in your free time before you had kids.
#6. At night you learn the true sound of ..... silence. And you are almost affraid to talk to your spouse to ruin it. LOL
#7. You know where every bathroom is in every restaurant and store in your area because you have one child or more that ALWAYS has to go even if you asked them 100 times to go before leaving the house.
#8. In some instances you learn how to change a toddlers diaper while they stand up because of no changing stations or dirty facilities. (It's been some time for me but I remember vividly. LOL)
#9. You work to teach your kids the proper way to pronounce things but are sad when they stop mispronouncing them. (are we ever happy?) ie... Peanut used to say hostibal instead of hospital now she says it correctly and I'm sad. She still says aminal instead of animal so I'm clinging. Hee hee.
#10. If you have more than one kids you probably have one that sleeps well and one that doesn't. Or one that eats well and one that doesn't. I call my kids my ying and yang so when one is giving me problems the other soothes me. LOL
#11. You are willing to do stupid dances and voices for them that you wouldn't do for anyone else on the planet just to hear that laugh again.
#12. You get to see birds, flowers, the sandy beach, the ocean and the changing of the seasons for the first time again as your child does. You get the wide eyed wonder of innocence that makes you stop and smell the roses. I love that part.
#13. Spanking them really does hurt you as much as it hurts them. :(
#14. You see your own parents through different eyes and apologize for some of the things that you did as a child.
#15. You realize that your heart really can overflow with love. That you can love someone more than words can say and that you can't imagine what life would be like without them.
Here is a list of 15 (among hundreds I'm sure if I sat long enough) things that having kids made me realize:
#1. Saturdays are no longer to sleep in or sleep off a hangover.
#2. Your worst fear of someone laughing at you when you're naked comes true. (no matter how great you might look kids always laugh at you if they accidentally see you naked.)
#3. You get to say things you always hated to hear when you were a kids like: "If Eric jumped off a bridge would you?" or "Turn off the lights this isn't the electric company" or "I don't care if it isn't fair, life isn't fair, deal with it." Ohh I could go on and on.
#4. You find out the places that you knew playdoh shouldn't be placed or stuck in ones home or body and a few that surprise you.
#5. You forget what you did in your free time before you had kids.
#6. At night you learn the true sound of ..... silence. And you are almost affraid to talk to your spouse to ruin it. LOL
#7. You know where every bathroom is in every restaurant and store in your area because you have one child or more that ALWAYS has to go even if you asked them 100 times to go before leaving the house.
#8. In some instances you learn how to change a toddlers diaper while they stand up because of no changing stations or dirty facilities. (It's been some time for me but I remember vividly. LOL)
#9. You work to teach your kids the proper way to pronounce things but are sad when they stop mispronouncing them. (are we ever happy?) ie... Peanut used to say hostibal instead of hospital now she says it correctly and I'm sad. She still says aminal instead of animal so I'm clinging. Hee hee.
#10. If you have more than one kids you probably have one that sleeps well and one that doesn't. Or one that eats well and one that doesn't. I call my kids my ying and yang so when one is giving me problems the other soothes me. LOL
#11. You are willing to do stupid dances and voices for them that you wouldn't do for anyone else on the planet just to hear that laugh again.
#12. You get to see birds, flowers, the sandy beach, the ocean and the changing of the seasons for the first time again as your child does. You get the wide eyed wonder of innocence that makes you stop and smell the roses. I love that part.
#13. Spanking them really does hurt you as much as it hurts them. :(
#14. You see your own parents through different eyes and apologize for some of the things that you did as a child.
#15. You realize that your heart really can overflow with love. That you can love someone more than words can say and that you can't imagine what life would be like without them.
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