A Sort of Project 365
I’ve seen this concept for a couple years now. I thought I’d give it a whirl. I’ll post a daily picture of my girls. Let’s see how this will work.
While I’m waiting for my pictures and camera, I will tell you all about the last week. I spent Christmas day vomiting. (The days leading up to that were filled by little girls vomiting.) I fell down the stairs. Again. This time, I damaged myself. I ended up with a fracture of the proximal fibula. My leg hurts like hell. The last two years have gone like this. Stomach flu right around Christmas. It’s teh awesome!
Picture post to follow.
Rachel
I will dedicate a post to my oldest daughter next. Now it’s time for Rachel. She is six and is full of sass.
The other day, she was standing in the hallway, hollering about something. “I HATE EVERYBODY.” *pause* “Except for my family and God.”
To which I replied “I’m glad you don’t hate us and God.”
“Mommy,” she retorted, hands on hips and horrified look on her face, “you can’t hate God.” I waited for the inevitable “duh” to follow, but it never did.
She has dance class every Monday. For the sake of time, I had her keep her tights and leotard on. I needed to get home and cook dinner. A little while later, she had to go to the bathroom. She started screaming about having her tights and leotard on. “Now I have to take all of my clothes off to go to the bathroom!!” This is tragic when you are six, I suppose.
After she finished, she changed and marched downstairs screaming “I hate this weotard and these tights! I am going to frow them away.” (Aside: It is a Herculean task to keep a straight face when she goes on mini rampages. Perhaps this is due to the fact that she is so stinkin’ tiny.)
I kept her home from school today. Poor thing has a mighty cough. There’s a half day tomorrow and no school Thursday or Friday. She does have a birthday party to attend tomorrow, too. She rests today, she goes to school and the party tomorrow.
Rachel is not resting. After eating breakfast, she announced she was still hungry. (She was in bed with me, watching tv. Very rare treat.) I suggested she dine on stuffed bear. (Get it? 
)
She opted to go back downstairs with her daddy. She played with model magic and shared her creations with me while I was trying to squeeze in an extra half hour of sleep. (Didn’t happen. She put herself to bed at 6:30 last night. Woke up at 4:30 and flounced into our bedroom while she announced being the victim of a bad dream. Come 7, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.)
Good times. Today’s mission is to keep the little terrorist somewhat quiet. I am not exactly holding my breath.
What the?
Random key pressing apparently deletes your blog entries. Who knew?
At my former job, I some how managed to flip my monitor settings so the image was upside down. No, really. The Help Desk guy was not helpful. He kept calling people on his phone to tell them what I did. That not in my definition of helpful.
(UN)Help Desk guy got it flipped while demanding of me “how did you do this? I didn’t know you could do this!” To which I finally replied “I don’t know because I would have undone it instead of calling you.”
Time to peel myself out of bed where I have been lounging in a vain attempt to ease my cramps. Pill, here I come!
The Reunion – Friday
My thoughts on this will be in several parts. I have a lot on my mind.
I graduated somewhere in the middle of my class on June 3rd, 1989. Our graduating class was the 25th class to do so. Over the years, I’ve deliberately and accidentally drifted away from my high school friends.
Several months ago, some friends and some acquaintences from my high school years started sending my friend requests on Facebook. As of today, I’ve accepted all but one. I’m probably going to ignore hers. I’ll get into that later. Soon after, the call for addresses for the reunion invites came.
The reunion festivities started on October 2nd. Football game and a tour of the school. I didn’t care much for football in high school. There’s little chance I’d be interested now. But I knew I’d be able to see some friends, so I went. I took Rachel as Rebecca was at a Brownie camp out. I figured Scott would like some time alone.
The drive there was funny. Topic ranged anywhere from “what would you name a horse if you had one?” to “guess my 11 favorite foods!” When Rachel announced her boredom, I informed her that I, too, was bored. She retorted “AT LEAST YOU GET TO DRIVE!”
The turnout was sort of small. The first group went on a tour of the high school. The vice prinicpal led the tour. NBWHS is pretty much state of the art right now. The veep couldn’t stop complaining about budget cuts. Uh, here’s a thought. Don’t spend so much money on things you don’t really need and you wouldn’t be in this situation. I thought it. That’s not the place to start snarking about fiscal issues.
When the tour was done, a second, larger tour started. Rachel and I stood outside talking to a few people. We ate hot dogs. Gross. After a while, Rachel couldn’t contain the crabbies anymore. When the second tour finished, we left. We said goodbye and talked to the people we would be seeing the next day.
I pulled my friend, Jen, aside and said “how sad is it that my dad dying was how we got in contact again?” She told me how she found out. (Her mom called her and let her know.) I related a story of driving past her old house not too long ago. My favorite part was seeing there were people outside who were neither Jen nor her parents. After see got done laughing hysterically, I told her how I carefully avoided any weirdness by promptly turning down the road on the side of her house that was NOT a dead end.
Rachel and I got in the car. We stopped at McDonald’s for a treat for her. Sprite, which she is usually not allowed to drink. I had a Diet Coke. The caffeine was much needed.
We got home. The only thing that was really out of the ordinary was Rebecca’s abscence. A quiet night.
The GCM Challenge…
is proving to me that I do things kind of weirdly.
I have a self cleaning oven. So I used that. Then I cleaned the dishwasher which is a washing cycle.
When those were done, I loaded the dishwasher, started it, and started dinner. Our cutting board is right on top of the dishwasher, and there’s no other place to put it right now. So I’m sweating while chopping.
I’ve got two burners going on the stove, the kitchen is HOT…flaming HOT. Even with the window open and the air turned down.
Kitchen FAIL. Next time, I’m spreading out the “hot” jobs over the course of a few days.
Of little girls and teddy bears
About two years ago, we went to a Brewer game with the girls. They were behaving wonderfully. I made the mistake of telling them they could have whatever they wanted as a souvenier.
Rebecca, being the more reasonable of the two, picked out a pink Brewer hat. Rachel, however, spotted a teddy bear in a Brewer shirt and insisted on it. I, being cheap, tried to talk Rachel into something less expensive. A promise is a promise and she happily clutched the reasonably named Teddy Brewers and walked back to our seats.
Teddy Brewers has been her BFF ever since. She sleeps with him every night. She uses him as a pillow most nights.
Eariler today, Rachel ran downstairs, holding Teddy Brewers closely, near tears and in hysterics. (I should clarify. Rachel was in tears, not Teddy Brewers.) “Mommy, look!” she demanded. “I used Teddy Brewers as a pillow too much. Look!” I looked at the jolly little bear. His seam started ripping. There was about a 2 inch gap.
I had Rachel go back to her bedroom, leaving Teddy Brewers with me. Scott found some thread for me. As I sewed him up, I called Rachel down to see the surgery and to be my assistant. She handed me the scissors as I tied off the last “suture”. She carefully carried him back to her room.
I told Scott that I felt like crying. It was the panic in her voice. The hysterics. The way she absolutely trusted us to take care of her friend.
I told him that I wanted to take Rachel’s teddy to a doll hospital to have him restuffed and sewn back together. Then I realized that really wouldn’t work that well. She can’t sleep without him.
Teddy Brewers will return to his rightful place in Rachel’s bed with her arms wrapped tightly around him.
BTS Shopping is done…
Yay. My foot still hurts, though.
This week is going to be pretty full. Rebecca is dancing in Irish Fest on Friday and Saturday. She has rehearsal on Wednesday at a local mall. Fun, but I have no idea where the stage is. Awesome.
It’s That Time Again
Back to school shopping. Oh, yay. Please note my extreme lack of enthusiasm.
This year, as most, I’m trying to do at least 90% of BTS shopping online. I <3 shopping online. Their school has these nifty School-Pak things. Instead of running to and fro to find the odd items they want at the school, I just order a “pack” from one place and they send nearly everything. So, yay.
So I’m on Hanes’s website to order some unmentionables for the girls. It won’t let me checkout no matter what I do. I’m creating an account to see if that will help. My patience meter is down to a big, fat ZERO right now. Let’s see if I got it.
I love tabbed browsing. So easy to switch from screen to screen. I can mentally yell at Hanes in one tab, check my Facebook in another, and post in another. Go, me.
STUPID HANES WEBSITE MAKING ME GO TO THE STORE! Grrrrr!
I’m actually in a multi-media frenzy. Or multi-tasking, take your pick. I’ve got three tabs going, I’m watching TPIR, and I just checked my voice mail messages. Message #2 was reminding me to register for AIDS walk. Which I will after I talk with my friend on Friday. We did it together last year and I want to do it together this year.
I Think I’m Getting the Hang of It
After 2 months.
Backstory: When I was pregnant with my oldest daughter, Scott and I had the huge discussion that I would quit my job and stay at home. I did, but reluctantly. Almost a year later, I had to go back to work full time because Scott was too sick to work. When Rebecca was 2, Rachel was born. I was still working. They are now 8 and 6. I quit my job back in May. My last day was at the end of May.
I think I’m finally getting the hang of the whole stay at home mom thing. Maybe. I’ve been up since 3:15, not by choice, mind you. I’ve tidied up a bit – a very little bit, let the dog out, hung out with Rachel who woke up at 4:30, and went to the grocery store. The sweet rolls are done. (Okay, Pillsbury, I’m giving myself a learning curve.) I made Scott’s coffee. (I don’t drink the stuff.) I’m going to make scrambled eggs in a bit.
When I got home from the store, Rachel was up and requested entertainment. I put in a Care Bears dvd for her. It was the cartoon from the 80s. Tragic mistake. It’s scary for her little self. She was practically crying over how bad “the bad guy” was. It’s off and has been replaced by the non-terrorizing Bearenstein Bears. (Yeah, I thought I’d know how to spell that, too.)
Teva Mush Love
I mentioned before that I bought some Teva Mush sandals. They came today. I’m wearing one pair right now to break it in.
The deal with the Mushes is the, well, mushy part. It sort of gives away around your foot and cradles your feet. Kind of like a pillow top mattress, but you don’t wake up with a sore back.
We had a pillow top. It was terrible. I will never buy another one. I couldn’t move in that thing. I’d wake up with all sorts of aches and pains as a result. So we now have a plain mattress. Scott wants a Craftmatic. (I am not making that up.) I want a Sleep Number bed.
But back to my sandals. I love these things. It’s like wearing a custom shoe, but cheaper. I’m supposed to wear shoes unless I’m sleeping. (And showering. I can get these things wet, but it’s not going to happen on purpose.) The doctor offered me one of those pretty bootie things. I declined. He laughed at me, too. It’s alright, though.
I am trying to figure out if I want to take a chance at hurting my foot by riding my bike. I love my bike. It’s pink. There’s a shocker.
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