TO GET THE DEAD BABY OFF THE SCREEN, AND OTHER FOIBLES
Makes no sense; I just like the word "foibles." Heh.
The kids and I watched "Robot Chicken" today. It was the Star Wars version, but it had one skit with an animated Dubya that we found more than amusing (I did fast-forward through a couple of scenes that aren't exactly child-friendly but still made me laugh when I watched them alone). All evening I've been saying, "That'll teach you, George Washington!" and the kids and I crack up. "Tacos rule" is another of our new favorite sayings.
Ah, the joys of misspent youth. Next week: poker!
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Well, the dreaded insomnia has reared its ugly head again. I've been forced to resort to Advil PM to help me sleep at night. Before that, I was waking up from around midnight every night, and not falling back to sleep until at least 4:00 a.m. I have to get up around 6:00 every morning to get myself and hubby ready for work, so that sleep schedule just wasn't working for me.
Unfortunately, a regular dose of Advil PM is a bit too strong. I took two Monday night, and spent all day Tuesday in a fog. Last night I took one pill, and was only foggy this morning. I'm going to try and skip it altogether tonight and hopefully can get a full six or seven hours. The insomnia and aunt flo's unwelcome visit this week are making my life a living hell. Well, not quite hell, but definitely an unpleasant purgatory.
I'm off to bed now. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART
Y'all know I work in a consignment shop, right? If I haven't mentioned that before, well, there it is.
Now that we have that out of the way...
A couple of days ago, a man came in with a bunch of antique stuff he'd found while going through his late mother-in-law's storage shed. Among the items he brought in was an antique doll stroller, complete with an old, dusty, dirty plastic doll with frizzy hair. The stroller generated a lot of interest from customers in the store, but since it was a new arrival and had not yet been coded and priced, we couldn't sell it right away.
Tuesday morning I had a few minutes on my hands and decided to clean the stroller up a bit so that I could take some pictures. My thinking was, with that much customer interest, it might do well on eBay.
I pulled the old doll out of the stroller and tossed it into the trash. When I turned back toward the stroller, I nearly had a heart attack. There was another doll in the stroller - one that had apparently been laying beneath the other one for a good 30 or 40 years. Now, I've never seen a real human baby decomposing before, but I imagine it would look something like this:
Note how its right eye opens sideways to stare at you and haunt your soul.
"Hey you, over here! Hi! I'll be the one to haunt your dreams forevermore."
"You cannot hide from me. My extra eye sees everything."
Decomposing fingers of death...
Sweet dreams, y'all.
Y'all know I work in a consignment shop, right? If I haven't mentioned that before, well, there it is.
Now that we have that out of the way...
A couple of days ago, a man came in with a bunch of antique stuff he'd found while going through his late mother-in-law's storage shed. Among the items he brought in was an antique doll stroller, complete with an old, dusty, dirty plastic doll with frizzy hair. The stroller generated a lot of interest from customers in the store, but since it was a new arrival and had not yet been coded and priced, we couldn't sell it right away.
Tuesday morning I had a few minutes on my hands and decided to clean the stroller up a bit so that I could take some pictures. My thinking was, with that much customer interest, it might do well on eBay.
I pulled the old doll out of the stroller and tossed it into the trash. When I turned back toward the stroller, I nearly had a heart attack. There was another doll in the stroller - one that had apparently been laying beneath the other one for a good 30 or 40 years. Now, I've never seen a real human baby decomposing before, but I imagine it would look something like this:
Note how its right eye opens sideways to stare at you and haunt your soul.
"Hey you, over here! Hi! I'll be the one to haunt your dreams forevermore."
"You cannot hide from me. My extra eye sees everything."
Decomposing fingers of death...
Sweet dreams, y'all.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
OF SOCCER AND YOUNG LOVE
Sunday afternoon we took K and his crush, A, to the Houston Dynamo vs. FC Dallas soccer game at Robertson Stadium (the official football stadium of the University of Houston). It was K's first "date," but I think his dad and I were more nervous than he was.
The four of us went to the game alone - we left Ry & Pey at the grandparents' house. The drive to the stadium was long, but not as uncomfortable as you might think. DH had coached our very shy son with questions he could ask A, and I think K asked every single one! To her credit, A was very sweet and gracious and answered every question, although she didn't elaborate much. We later remarked that she was almost as quiet and reserved as K, to which he replied, "that's the first time ever." Apparently she's a very outgoing girl. That makes sense, actually, as she's already made the freshman cheerleading squad at their high school.
The day was very hot and sunny, and K has a smarting sunburn right now. But both kids had a good time, and the Dynamo won (yay!) so hubby and I had a good time, too.
I wish there was more to tell about my oldest child's first date, but it was blissfully uneventful. I also wish to heck I'd taken my camera! Dang it.
Sunday afternoon we took K and his crush, A, to the Houston Dynamo vs. FC Dallas soccer game at Robertson Stadium (the official football stadium of the University of Houston). It was K's first "date," but I think his dad and I were more nervous than he was.
The four of us went to the game alone - we left Ry & Pey at the grandparents' house. The drive to the stadium was long, but not as uncomfortable as you might think. DH had coached our very shy son with questions he could ask A, and I think K asked every single one! To her credit, A was very sweet and gracious and answered every question, although she didn't elaborate much. We later remarked that she was almost as quiet and reserved as K, to which he replied, "that's the first time ever." Apparently she's a very outgoing girl. That makes sense, actually, as she's already made the freshman cheerleading squad at their high school.
The day was very hot and sunny, and K has a smarting sunburn right now. But both kids had a good time, and the Dynamo won (yay!) so hubby and I had a good time, too.
I wish there was more to tell about my oldest child's first date, but it was blissfully uneventful. I also wish to heck I'd taken my camera! Dang it.
Friday, June 01, 2007
MIZZOU
So the family took that long drive to Missouri and back last week. All in all, we drove over 1750 miles and were in the car 31 hours. It was actually a pretty good trip, and although there were a few minor annoyances, it was perfectly splendid considering we spent four solid days in the ever-present company of family and in-laws.
I drank a lot of wine. So...yeah.
The first two nights were spent in Lowry City, Missouri, in dh's grandmother's parent's home. It was built around the turn of the century, I think, and looks it. Grandma's father actually died in.the.house. His funeral was held in.the.house.
Shivers.
Truth be told, I completely love it - the creaky floors, the funky windows, the old-house smell. We opened all the windows and awoke to the sounds of birds every morning. Perfection.
The family reunion was held Saturday at the Boy Scout meeting hall. There was lots of good food, tons of people I didn't recognize, and a foosball table. What could be better? Oh yeah, beer. My brother-in-law brought a cooler of beer and we all took one...then we were informed that we actually weren't allowed alcoholic beverages in the Boy Scout hall. Oops. I poured mine into a plastic cup and tossed the bottle. Problem solved! Who says Girl Scouts can't be innovative?
The next day we drove all over central Missouri and visited a bunch of cemeteries, where we saw all the old family graves. DH's dad can tell a story about almost all of them, and we should have been videotaping. I am so annoyed with myself for not doing that.
Monday afternoon all the grandkids (that is, DH, his sister, and their three cousins) met up at Grandma's other house in Kansas City to go through her things. (She passed away last October, just days shy of her 96th birthday.) We were all encouraged to take whatever we wanted, as there was well over 100 years worth of things there. I ended up with some punch bowl cups, a couple of old pieces of china that date back to the turn of the century, and some hand-crocheted doilies, among other things. Pey was gifted with a bedroom set from the 1940s. My favorite new possession, though, is a bound set of the old musical monthly called "The Etude Magazine" from 1929. In the back of the notebook, Grandma stuck some extra magazine covers that still bear her address label. The labels read thusly:
And that's it. How cool would it be to send a letter to someone and only have to put their name and city on it? My how times have changed.
While going through the house, we also came across some old postcards sent from family members, to family members. They carried one-cent stamps and were postmarked 1907. Oh how I wish we'd been able to keep those! I think hubby's aunt took them, though, so at least they'll stay in the family.
It was a sentimental trip, and it carried extra sadness for us because in all likelihood, we won't ever be able to go back to that house again. As soon as it's cleared out, it's going on the market. I guess I'm not used to being a player at the end of an era, but the sale of Grandma's house is definitely closing a chapter.
Grandma, we thank you for your legacy and for all you represented. I hope that when I grow up, I can be just like you. You are very much missed.
Love,
T
So the family took that long drive to Missouri and back last week. All in all, we drove over 1750 miles and were in the car 31 hours. It was actually a pretty good trip, and although there were a few minor annoyances, it was perfectly splendid considering we spent four solid days in the ever-present company of family and in-laws.
I drank a lot of wine. So...yeah.
The first two nights were spent in Lowry City, Missouri, in dh's grandmother's parent's home. It was built around the turn of the century, I think, and looks it. Grandma's father actually died in.the.house. His funeral was held in.the.house.
Shivers.
Truth be told, I completely love it - the creaky floors, the funky windows, the old-house smell. We opened all the windows and awoke to the sounds of birds every morning. Perfection.
The family reunion was held Saturday at the Boy Scout meeting hall. There was lots of good food, tons of people I didn't recognize, and a foosball table. What could be better? Oh yeah, beer. My brother-in-law brought a cooler of beer and we all took one...then we were informed that we actually weren't allowed alcoholic beverages in the Boy Scout hall. Oops. I poured mine into a plastic cup and tossed the bottle. Problem solved! Who says Girl Scouts can't be innovative?
The next day we drove all over central Missouri and visited a bunch of cemeteries, where we saw all the old family graves. DH's dad can tell a story about almost all of them, and we should have been videotaping. I am so annoyed with myself for not doing that.
Monday afternoon all the grandkids (that is, DH, his sister, and their three cousins) met up at Grandma's other house in Kansas City to go through her things. (She passed away last October, just days shy of her 96th birthday.) We were all encouraged to take whatever we wanted, as there was well over 100 years worth of things there. I ended up with some punch bowl cups, a couple of old pieces of china that date back to the turn of the century, and some hand-crocheted doilies, among other things. Pey was gifted with a bedroom set from the 1940s. My favorite new possession, though, is a bound set of the old musical monthly called "The Etude Magazine" from 1929. In the back of the notebook, Grandma stuck some extra magazine covers that still bear her address label. The labels read thusly:
Miss A Grandmasmaidenname
Lowry City, Missouri
Lowry City, Missouri
And that's it. How cool would it be to send a letter to someone and only have to put their name and city on it? My how times have changed.
While going through the house, we also came across some old postcards sent from family members, to family members. They carried one-cent stamps and were postmarked 1907. Oh how I wish we'd been able to keep those! I think hubby's aunt took them, though, so at least they'll stay in the family.
It was a sentimental trip, and it carried extra sadness for us because in all likelihood, we won't ever be able to go back to that house again. As soon as it's cleared out, it's going on the market. I guess I'm not used to being a player at the end of an era, but the sale of Grandma's house is definitely closing a chapter.
Grandma, we thank you for your legacy and for all you represented. I hope that when I grow up, I can be just like you. You are very much missed.
Love,
T
Thursday, May 31, 2007
DISHING
Under my Bookmarks, I have flagged my blog as "Musings." I should just go ahead and rename it that because I honestly can't remember why I named it Her Vichyness in the first place.
Oh wait, yes I can. I did that so that my family wouldn't be able to find the blog should they choose to do a search. After the fiasco that followed Tnk's accident last year, I wanted their blog-reading privileges suspended. As far as they know, I no longer do any online journaling, so theoretically I could gritch about all of them all day long and they'd never know. The thing is, now that I'm gainfully employed, I hardly ever see the fams anymore and thus have little information to share about them anyway. Maybe one day I'll repost the stuff about Tnk's accident, as she now - and you won't believe this - WANTS ME TO GO TO THE MEDIA. She's been dealing with a bunch of crap since she went back to work and is frustrated with the politics in her precinct. But that's a long story for another day.
Actually, there is this one thing I've been itching to dish about: EMTsis, her hubby, and spoiled daughter, are selling their quarter-million dollar house, complete with the pool and social status they always wanted, and moving into an almost-quarter-million dollar townhouse. Where they will share not one but TWO walls with neighbors. Where they're giving up not only their own personal pool, but also a community pool, which for some strange reason does not exist in this place. Oh, they're getting to choose everything from scratch - countertops, carpet, etc. - which is ... woo freakin' hoo. Shared walls, people. For that kind of money, I want my own four walls (or hell, even five). And a pool. And a maid.
Now, I've lived in my share of apartments, and even two townhomes, and was perfectly content in almost all of them. But I was single and childless most of that time, and when I wasn't, it was strictly finances that led me to live in a place with shared walls. Let me share a little background on sis and her hubby that may shed some light on why I can't believe they're doing this...
They only drive a car until the tires get low, then trade it in for a new model (slight exaggeration, but not much). They have every new gadget the second it hits the market. Remember the original car phones? The ones that weighed seven pounds and cost $400? They had two. They bought a new car last year - their third vehicle - because their daughter "will be driving before we know it" and they wanted to have a car ready for her.
She's ten.
They also forked over almost $3500 for said daughter to go to Sylvan for math tutoring, when the school offered tutoring for free. Plus, I'm pretty good at 4th-grade math (!) and could certainly have helped her out, should sis and bro-in-law not be able to. But no, that wouldn't have been good enough. Aye yi yi, the money that's flowed through that family over the years...
It's not that I'm jealous, because I most assuredly am not. And here's why I'm not - they're in debt up to about fifty grand, at last count. That's all credit cards, with a few 401(k) borrowings thrown in for good measure.
Wow.
Anyway, all this rambling to say that I just don't think they'll be happy in the townhouse. My predictions are: (1) they'll never actually move in because they'll come to their senses before the unit is completed in September, or (2) they'll move in but put it up for sale within the year, going even further into debt.
BUT.
And you knew this was coming, didn't you?
EMTsis is a good person; she really is. If I ever have to call for an ambulance, I would definitely want her on it. She's a fantastic EMT, and would have made a great doctor or nurse. Her husband is an okay guy, too, but I admit that I liked him better before their daughter came along. And I'll leave that one alone right there, mmm-hmm. The daughter can be really good sometimes, but when her mom's around, she drives me nuts. I hate hate hate spoiled-brat syndrome, and baby, she has it in spades.
That's the dish. My next entry will be about our trip to Mizzou. Go Tigers.
Under my Bookmarks, I have flagged my blog as "Musings." I should just go ahead and rename it that because I honestly can't remember why I named it Her Vichyness in the first place.
Oh wait, yes I can. I did that so that my family wouldn't be able to find the blog should they choose to do a search. After the fiasco that followed Tnk's accident last year, I wanted their blog-reading privileges suspended. As far as they know, I no longer do any online journaling, so theoretically I could gritch about all of them all day long and they'd never know. The thing is, now that I'm gainfully employed, I hardly ever see the fams anymore and thus have little information to share about them anyway. Maybe one day I'll repost the stuff about Tnk's accident, as she now - and you won't believe this - WANTS ME TO GO TO THE MEDIA. She's been dealing with a bunch of crap since she went back to work and is frustrated with the politics in her precinct. But that's a long story for another day.
Actually, there is this one thing I've been itching to dish about: EMTsis, her hubby, and spoiled daughter, are selling their quarter-million dollar house, complete with the pool and social status they always wanted, and moving into an almost-quarter-million dollar townhouse. Where they will share not one but TWO walls with neighbors. Where they're giving up not only their own personal pool, but also a community pool, which for some strange reason does not exist in this place. Oh, they're getting to choose everything from scratch - countertops, carpet, etc. - which is ... woo freakin' hoo. Shared walls, people. For that kind of money, I want my own four walls (or hell, even five). And a pool. And a maid.
Now, I've lived in my share of apartments, and even two townhomes, and was perfectly content in almost all of them. But I was single and childless most of that time, and when I wasn't, it was strictly finances that led me to live in a place with shared walls. Let me share a little background on sis and her hubby that may shed some light on why I can't believe they're doing this...
They only drive a car until the tires get low, then trade it in for a new model (slight exaggeration, but not much). They have every new gadget the second it hits the market. Remember the original car phones? The ones that weighed seven pounds and cost $400? They had two. They bought a new car last year - their third vehicle - because their daughter "will be driving before we know it" and they wanted to have a car ready for her.
She's ten.
They also forked over almost $3500 for said daughter to go to Sylvan for math tutoring, when the school offered tutoring for free. Plus, I'm pretty good at 4th-grade math (!) and could certainly have helped her out, should sis and bro-in-law not be able to. But no, that wouldn't have been good enough. Aye yi yi, the money that's flowed through that family over the years...
It's not that I'm jealous, because I most assuredly am not. And here's why I'm not - they're in debt up to about fifty grand, at last count. That's all credit cards, with a few 401(k) borrowings thrown in for good measure.
Wow.
Anyway, all this rambling to say that I just don't think they'll be happy in the townhouse. My predictions are: (1) they'll never actually move in because they'll come to their senses before the unit is completed in September, or (2) they'll move in but put it up for sale within the year, going even further into debt.
BUT.
And you knew this was coming, didn't you?
EMTsis is a good person; she really is. If I ever have to call for an ambulance, I would definitely want her on it. She's a fantastic EMT, and would have made a great doctor or nurse. Her husband is an okay guy, too, but I admit that I liked him better before their daughter came along. And I'll leave that one alone right there, mmm-hmm. The daughter can be really good sometimes, but when her mom's around, she drives me nuts. I hate hate hate spoiled-brat syndrome, and baby, she has it in spades.
That's the dish. My next entry will be about our trip to Mizzou. Go Tigers.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
STUFF
I have so much to do, you guys. The laundry is pretty much caught up, but we still have to pack. A lot. And I have to get the oil changed, clean up the house, remember to shut off the a/c, stop the paper, and about a kajillion other things, all while working every day.
Oh man, I need a wife.
Yesterday we took the DumbShit Dog to my dad's so that she (DSD) could get used to the place a little bit before we leave her there for a week. Dad has graciously offered to keep her for us while we're away so that we can save a kennel fee. Of course, as soon as we get there DSD breaks out of her leash and takes off across a major street. K gave chase, and fortunately (?) he was able to catch her. I am still pissed off that she not only almost killed herself, but she put my kid in danger, too. It was all I could do not to beat the crap out of her.
Okay, I never would really do that. But I'll admit that I was angry enough... And today, every time I look at her, all I see is red. I don't want to hear about it being "in her nature" or some other BS. She is not stupid. She knew exactly what she was doing - that she was ignoring us calling her. Inside the house, if I say "want a treat?" she runs immediately to my side. Outdoors in the backyard, she does the same thing. But when she's in the front yard, all bets are off. The little bitch runs faster the more you call her.
Okay, I'd better stop now before I say something else I'll regret. If anyone wants to preach animal cruelty at me, please save it. This is my blog and I just needed to vent. Thanks.
I have so much to do, you guys. The laundry is pretty much caught up, but we still have to pack. A lot. And I have to get the oil changed, clean up the house, remember to shut off the a/c, stop the paper, and about a kajillion other things, all while working every day.
Oh man, I need a wife.
Yesterday we took the DumbShit Dog to my dad's so that she (DSD) could get used to the place a little bit before we leave her there for a week. Dad has graciously offered to keep her for us while we're away so that we can save a kennel fee. Of course, as soon as we get there DSD breaks out of her leash and takes off across a major street. K gave chase, and fortunately (?) he was able to catch her. I am still pissed off that she not only almost killed herself, but she put my kid in danger, too. It was all I could do not to beat the crap out of her.
Okay, I never would really do that. But I'll admit that I was angry enough... And today, every time I look at her, all I see is red. I don't want to hear about it being "in her nature" or some other BS. She is not stupid. She knew exactly what she was doing - that she was ignoring us calling her. Inside the house, if I say "want a treat?" she runs immediately to my side. Outdoors in the backyard, she does the same thing. But when she's in the front yard, all bets are off. The little bitch runs faster the more you call her.
Okay, I'd better stop now before I say something else I'll regret. If anyone wants to preach animal cruelty at me, please save it. This is my blog and I just needed to vent. Thanks.
Monday, May 21, 2007
FISHIE MADE ME DO IT
Post, that is. Her comment on my last entry guilted me into sitting down and putting something out there this morning. How's this for a start:
So I'm sitting here sipping coffee and desperately wishing I did not have to go to work today, as I am hung over. Yes, folks, I had a bit too much wine last night. But it was fun and irresponsible and totally worth it. Hubby will attest to that. ;>
We went to dh's sister's house last night to help her and her husband celebrate their birthdays. It was fun. Before that, we'd gone to the Astros vs. Rangers game, which was not so much fun. Fourteen to one. Really, Astros. What the hell?
The best part of the game was surprisingly our seats, which were so high your nosebleed could catch a nosebleed of its own. But we had an amazing view, and the seats were completely worth the five bucks each we paid for them. The $40 we spent on crappy food is another story.
This is the last week of school for my kidlets, and they're all excited about the next four days. Even K, who has a final tomorrow, is in a good mood. Me, I'm getting concerned about summer plans since I have a job now. But I'm sure it will all work out.
Big news - I'm teaching the kids to do their own laundry, starting this week. They each have their own laundry baskets now and have been putting their dirty clothes into them since Saturday. I foresee a happy Pley in the near future.
And with that, I've got to get to work. Y'all have a good one!
Post, that is. Her comment on my last entry guilted me into sitting down and putting something out there this morning. How's this for a start:
So I'm sitting here sipping coffee and desperately wishing I did not have to go to work today, as I am hung over. Yes, folks, I had a bit too much wine last night. But it was fun and irresponsible and totally worth it. Hubby will attest to that. ;>
We went to dh's sister's house last night to help her and her husband celebrate their birthdays. It was fun. Before that, we'd gone to the Astros vs. Rangers game, which was not so much fun. Fourteen to one. Really, Astros. What the hell?
The best part of the game was surprisingly our seats, which were so high your nosebleed could catch a nosebleed of its own. But we had an amazing view, and the seats were completely worth the five bucks each we paid for them. The $40 we spent on crappy food is another story.
This is the last week of school for my kidlets, and they're all excited about the next four days. Even K, who has a final tomorrow, is in a good mood. Me, I'm getting concerned about summer plans since I have a job now. But I'm sure it will all work out.
Big news - I'm teaching the kids to do their own laundry, starting this week. They each have their own laundry baskets now and have been putting their dirty clothes into them since Saturday. I foresee a happy Pley in the near future.
And with that, I've got to get to work. Y'all have a good one!
Friday, May 11, 2007
IT'S GOING TO BE A LONG DAY
So our store's manager gave her two weeks' notice, and yesterday was her last day. I am now second in command, apparently, as the owner has pretty much put me in charge of things until the end of the school year. At which time, his grand plan is to hire several more high school students to run things while he ... well, runs things.
The thing is, he's hardly ever there, so that's a lot of responsibility for a teenager. They eat it up, though, "working" while the boss is out. In this case, the boss is actually a fun guy, but there's still that "I know he could fire me" mentality when he's around. I know; I have it myself. And I probably should relax, as he is always telling me how much money I'm making for the store and how invaluable my Internet experience is and so on and so forth.
I am totally rambling. Sorry.
Bossman is going to be in today, which should help things run more smoothly on our official First Day Without A Manager. I hope so, anyway. The manager did a LOT for the place, and I'm a little freaked out at the thought of having to do my job AND hers.
eep!
Y'all wish me luck. And have a good one.
So our store's manager gave her two weeks' notice, and yesterday was her last day. I am now second in command, apparently, as the owner has pretty much put me in charge of things until the end of the school year. At which time, his grand plan is to hire several more high school students to run things while he ... well, runs things.
The thing is, he's hardly ever there, so that's a lot of responsibility for a teenager. They eat it up, though, "working" while the boss is out. In this case, the boss is actually a fun guy, but there's still that "I know he could fire me" mentality when he's around. I know; I have it myself. And I probably should relax, as he is always telling me how much money I'm making for the store and how invaluable my Internet experience is and so on and so forth.
I am totally rambling. Sorry.
Bossman is going to be in today, which should help things run more smoothly on our official First Day Without A Manager. I hope so, anyway. The manager did a LOT for the place, and I'm a little freaked out at the thought of having to do my job AND hers.
eep!
Y'all wish me luck. And have a good one.
Monday, May 07, 2007
WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS
Right through the bathroom ceiling, that is. Actually, both bathroom ceilings.
When this house was built, the builders decided it needed two air conditioning units - one for the upstairs; one for the down. I've never been so appreciative of this fact until yesterday, when the upstairs unit decided that this would be a good day to die. But it did not go quietly; oh no it did not. Instead, it decided to leak through not only the upstairs bathroom ceiling, but also the downstairs bathroom ceiling, the latter of which included a bulging drywall bubble of water (Poke poke poke! Splash!).
So now instead of just replacing the a/c unit, we have ceiling and drywall repair to do. Great! I needed another project!
Hubby is in mid-freakout over the potential cost we're about to incur. We both know it's going to be expensive, but we also know it's something that just has to be done - we live in Texas; 'nuff said. So that Bahamas trip we were semi-planning? Buh-bye.
[sigh]
I'm about to leave for work and try to put in as many hours as I can. We're going to need every spare penny in order to cool this house down again. Wish me luck.
Ciao!
Right through the bathroom ceiling, that is. Actually, both bathroom ceilings.
When this house was built, the builders decided it needed two air conditioning units - one for the upstairs; one for the down. I've never been so appreciative of this fact until yesterday, when the upstairs unit decided that this would be a good day to die. But it did not go quietly; oh no it did not. Instead, it decided to leak through not only the upstairs bathroom ceiling, but also the downstairs bathroom ceiling, the latter of which included a bulging drywall bubble of water (Poke poke poke! Splash!).
So now instead of just replacing the a/c unit, we have ceiling and drywall repair to do. Great! I needed another project!
Hubby is in mid-freakout over the potential cost we're about to incur. We both know it's going to be expensive, but we also know it's something that just has to be done - we live in Texas; 'nuff said. So that Bahamas trip we were semi-planning? Buh-bye.
[sigh]
I'm about to leave for work and try to put in as many hours as I can. We're going to need every spare penny in order to cool this house down again. Wish me luck.
Ciao!
Thursday, May 03, 2007
IN A RUSH, BUT NO ONE CARES
(Warning: This ends in a major gripefest. But these are just my feelings at the moment, and I will get over it.)
At work yesterday, I spent the morning in a very hot storage unit taking pictures and documenting the items therein. We have a bunch of good stuff in there: another antique treadle sewing machine, a full desk and matching filing cabinets, a craft table complete with outlet, salon-grade manicure and pedicure stations, two refrigerators, two large fans, a power generator, a professional floor buffer, and an industrial welding set. And that doesn't even cover half of it.
The rest of the day was spent packing up eBay items, going to the UPS store, dealing with customers, and figuring out our business system, which is done through Microsoft Access. I finally got the latter done near the end of the day.
Today I need need need to get to the store and get busy listing items online. Then I need to work on the website. But my family is just not cooperating - Ry griped when I told him he'd be going to school early with Pey, who has choir practice at 7:15. K griped even more when I told him he'd be catching the bus on his own this morning. Even hubby asked me, as I was rushing out the door, to make his coffee for him. Granted, that doesn't take very long, but still, geez.
No one in this family seems to respect what I do, or that I have a job. I am near tears right now because I just can't seem to make anyone understand that this is important to me, and that all I crave is a little bit of "how's it going?" and "how can we help?" Right now, I'm not holding my breath.
(Warning: This ends in a major gripefest. But these are just my feelings at the moment, and I will get over it.
At work yesterday, I spent the morning in a very hot storage unit taking pictures and documenting the items therein. We have a bunch of good stuff in there: another antique treadle sewing machine, a full desk and matching filing cabinets, a craft table complete with outlet, salon-grade manicure and pedicure stations, two refrigerators, two large fans, a power generator, a professional floor buffer, and an industrial welding set. And that doesn't even cover half of it.
The rest of the day was spent packing up eBay items, going to the UPS store, dealing with customers, and figuring out our business system, which is done through Microsoft Access. I finally got the latter done near the end of the day.
Today I need need need to get to the store and get busy listing items online. Then I need to work on the website. But my family is just not cooperating - Ry griped when I told him he'd be going to school early with Pey, who has choir practice at 7:15. K griped even more when I told him he'd be catching the bus on his own this morning. Even hubby asked me, as I was rushing out the door, to make his coffee for him. Granted, that doesn't take very long, but still, geez.
No one in this family seems to respect what I do, or that I have a job. I am near tears right now because I just can't seem to make anyone understand that this is important to me, and that all I crave is a little bit of "how's it going?" and "how can we help?" Right now, I'm not holding my breath.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DOLLAR
Didn't get much listed for sale yesterday - I think four items made it onto Craigslist, and one onto eBay. We still had a pretty good sale day, though, which is good. I was able to sell an antique treadle sewing machine that we've had in the store for weeks. That was pretty exciting.
For the second day in a row, I worked through lunch. I stay so busy that the time just flies by, and when I look up, it's already 2:00 p.m. Of course, that means that I'm famished when I get home, so I eat something and ruin my appetite for dinner. Unfortunately, the kids and spouse still want to eat actual food every night. Go figure. So I'm still stuck figuring out what to feed them, which is quite difficult when you're not hungry yourself.
Since I've started working again, the house has gone to hell. I mean, if you just step back and look at it, it's not overly messy or anything. But it is d.u.s.t.y. We live in the freaking dust bowl of Texas, I swear. The whole place needs to be dusted, swept, and vacuumed, and the bathrooms are all in dire need of deep cleaning. I wish I could hire someone to just come in here and catch up on that kind of stuff for me; coming home to it every day exhausts me.
And I won't even begin to talk about Mt. Laundry. Actually, that's MTS. Laundry now.
One thing I've noticed is that when you're a mom working part-time, you really don't work just part-time. I go to work at 7:30 or 8:00 every day, I get home around 3:00, then I meet the school buses, supervise homework, take kids to appointments and practices, make dinner, clean up after dinner, run errands for everyone (two days ago the kids HAD to have new GameBoy DS games, which they'd saved up for all by themselves, so that required a trip to GameStop) and try to be pleasant throughout it all. Not surprisingly, the latter is sometimes the hardest part of my day.
I also do the grocery shopping, which I honestly don't mind, but if someone wants something that's not on my Grocery Game list, I need it written down. I can promise you I won't remember that you need hot cheetos or vitamins or salad if you don't write it down for me.
And telling me that you need socks when you have to leave for school in thirty minutes is likely going to leave you disappointed.
This summer I'm going to teach everyone else how to do laundry. It's an important skill to learn, and I've been washing, drying, folding, and even ironing clothes since I was seven years old. I'm not going to get into ironing with the kids right now, but everything else, they can certainly do.
And so, there you go. I guess I had a lot on my mind. heh. I've got to get out of here now and get to work. Today's task: Going through the shop's off-site storage unit and seeing what we can put on eBay or Craigslist. I haven't been there yet, but I've heard that we have everything from refrigerators to a disco archway to an entire beauty salon in there. I have a feeling I'm going to sleep well tonight.
Didn't get much listed for sale yesterday - I think four items made it onto Craigslist, and one onto eBay. We still had a pretty good sale day, though, which is good. I was able to sell an antique treadle sewing machine that we've had in the store for weeks. That was pretty exciting.
For the second day in a row, I worked through lunch. I stay so busy that the time just flies by, and when I look up, it's already 2:00 p.m. Of course, that means that I'm famished when I get home, so I eat something and ruin my appetite for dinner. Unfortunately, the kids and spouse still want to eat actual food every night. Go figure. So I'm still stuck figuring out what to feed them, which is quite difficult when you're not hungry yourself.
Since I've started working again, the house has gone to hell. I mean, if you just step back and look at it, it's not overly messy or anything. But it is d.u.s.t.y. We live in the freaking dust bowl of Texas, I swear. The whole place needs to be dusted, swept, and vacuumed, and the bathrooms are all in dire need of deep cleaning. I wish I could hire someone to just come in here and catch up on that kind of stuff for me; coming home to it every day exhausts me.
And I won't even begin to talk about Mt. Laundry. Actually, that's MTS. Laundry now.
One thing I've noticed is that when you're a mom working part-time, you really don't work just part-time. I go to work at 7:30 or 8:00 every day, I get home around 3:00, then I meet the school buses, supervise homework, take kids to appointments and practices, make dinner, clean up after dinner, run errands for everyone (two days ago the kids HAD to have new GameBoy DS games, which they'd saved up for all by themselves, so that required a trip to GameStop) and try to be pleasant throughout it all. Not surprisingly, the latter is sometimes the hardest part of my day.
I also do the grocery shopping, which I honestly don't mind, but if someone wants something that's not on my Grocery Game list, I need it written down. I can promise you I won't remember that you need hot cheetos or vitamins or salad if you don't write it down for me.
And telling me that you need socks when you have to leave for school in thirty minutes is likely going to leave you disappointed.
This summer I'm going to teach everyone else how to do laundry. It's an important skill to learn, and I've been washing, drying, folding, and even ironing clothes since I was seven years old. I'm not going to get into ironing with the kids right now, but everything else, they can certainly do.
And so, there you go. I guess I had a lot on my mind. heh. I've got to get out of here now and get to work. Today's task: Going through the shop's off-site storage unit and seeing what we can put on eBay or Craigslist. I haven't been there yet, but I've heard that we have everything from refrigerators to a disco archway to an entire beauty salon in there. I have a feeling I'm going to sleep well tonight.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON
So the job is going well. I've been very busy there. When I was hired, I was told that it would be hard for me to reach 20 hours a week, as the position is part-time. Well, my first week's timecard showed 25 hours, and this week's is going to be much more than that. Last week's, too.
I guess I've been doing a good job, because my boss really seems to like my work. He calls me at home almost every day to talk about things he wants to do with the store; in particular, the online sales and the website. Last Friday he called to tell me that the manager has given her two weeks' notice.
Man oh man.
I have been working at this place for two weeks, and he offered me the managerial position. If I took it (which I'm not), I'd be leapfrogging six other employees. Granted, I'm older and have more experience than they do, but still...
Back to my own job: Our eBay sales are doing very well, but our Craigslist items are going like gangbusters! I've made the store well over a thousand bucks in just two weeks simply by listing items on Craigslist. Love it love it love it. If it were up to me, I'd drop eBay altogether and just put everything on Craigslist - it brings customers to the store, it makes almost instant money for us, and best of all - no shipping. I hate shipping.
By the way, if you want to check out my eBay listings, go here: EBAY.
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Hubby has been involved in a weight-loss contest at work for the past couple of months. The way it works is that the group who collectively loses more weight than the company's officers (who are their own group) will get a free paid holiday. Yesterday was the final weigh-in, and hubby lost 21 pounds. We won't know until Friday if his team won, but 21 pounds is quite a personal accomplishment. I'm very proud of him.
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Ry's assistant principal called me last week because Ry had gotten in trouble at school that day. (He's the first of my kids to have to go to the principal's office; guess I've been lucky.) Anyway, what had happened was that at lunch that day, two boys who were sitting across the table from him (Grayson and Tristan) apparently had some goodies in their lunches. Ry and the kid sitting beside him (Jason) were asking them to share their cookies. The boys gave Ry one, but not Jason. Ry teased Jason as the other boys had been doing to him earlier - "Ooooh, look what IIIII've got! Don't you wish YOU had some?" and the like.
Jason eventually got irritated and pinched Ry hard on the back. Ry retaliated by taking Jason's glasses off and putting them into Grayson's salad.
He then took them out of the salad and cleaned them off, but by that time Jason had told the lunchroom monitor on Ry. Ry said, "But he pinched me!" The monitor took both boys to the assistant principal's office. The assistant principal said that both of them were crying all the way there, so she was lenient. She made them both sit out recess and write apology letters to each other.
I must say, when she called me with this story, I was biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud at the salad part. He put Jason's glasses into the salad. lol
Mommy's little troublemaker. heh
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Better get K to school and myself to work. On the home front - does anyone want to come get this laundry done for me? It's really stacking up since I'm hardly here anymore. :(
So the job is going well. I've been very busy there. When I was hired, I was told that it would be hard for me to reach 20 hours a week, as the position is part-time. Well, my first week's timecard showed 25 hours, and this week's is going to be much more than that. Last week's, too.
I guess I've been doing a good job, because my boss really seems to like my work. He calls me at home almost every day to talk about things he wants to do with the store; in particular, the online sales and the website. Last Friday he called to tell me that the manager has given her two weeks' notice.
Man oh man.
I have been working at this place for two weeks, and he offered me the managerial position. If I took it (which I'm not), I'd be leapfrogging six other employees. Granted, I'm older and have more experience than they do, but still...
Back to my own job: Our eBay sales are doing very well, but our Craigslist items are going like gangbusters! I've made the store well over a thousand bucks in just two weeks simply by listing items on Craigslist. Love it love it love it. If it were up to me, I'd drop eBay altogether and just put everything on Craigslist - it brings customers to the store, it makes almost instant money for us, and best of all - no shipping. I hate shipping.
By the way, if you want to check out my eBay listings, go here: EBAY.
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Hubby has been involved in a weight-loss contest at work for the past couple of months. The way it works is that the group who collectively loses more weight than the company's officers (who are their own group) will get a free paid holiday. Yesterday was the final weigh-in, and hubby lost 21 pounds. We won't know until Friday if his team won, but 21 pounds is quite a personal accomplishment. I'm very proud of him.
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Ry's assistant principal called me last week because Ry had gotten in trouble at school that day. (He's the first of my kids to have to go to the principal's office; guess I've been lucky.) Anyway, what had happened was that at lunch that day, two boys who were sitting across the table from him (Grayson and Tristan) apparently had some goodies in their lunches. Ry and the kid sitting beside him (Jason) were asking them to share their cookies. The boys gave Ry one, but not Jason. Ry teased Jason as the other boys had been doing to him earlier - "Ooooh, look what IIIII've got! Don't you wish YOU had some?" and the like.
Jason eventually got irritated and pinched Ry hard on the back. Ry retaliated by taking Jason's glasses off and putting them into Grayson's salad.
He then took them out of the salad and cleaned them off, but by that time Jason had told the lunchroom monitor on Ry. Ry said, "But he pinched me!" The monitor took both boys to the assistant principal's office. The assistant principal said that both of them were crying all the way there, so she was lenient. She made them both sit out recess and write apology letters to each other.
I must say, when she called me with this story, I was biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud at the salad part. He put Jason's glasses into the salad. lol
Mommy's little troublemaker. heh
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Better get K to school and myself to work. On the home front - does anyone want to come get this laundry done for me? It's really stacking up since I'm hardly here anymore. :(
Thursday, April 19, 2007
STILL AIN'T DEAD
You know, if I ever am dead, which I hear will actually happen someday, I hope someone will let you guys know.
Anyway.
Yesterday at work I listed two items on eBay. I think they look pretty good, although I'd like to have been more descriptive in the Item Description area. However, as my quota for listings for the store is escalating exponentially over the next few weeks, I've got to keep things short and sweet. (Like me. heh.) This week my quota was to list just one thing, so I'm ahead of the game already.
Today I'll be listing things on Craigslist. I've never dealt with that website before, so if anyone has any suggestions, please toss 'em my way. Everything I list will be for sale, not for free, if that helps.
Things are going swimmingly here on the homefront. K came home in a very good mood yesterday because Ash talked to him! It's amazing the power girls have over boys. I just hope she continues to be as sweet to him as she is to everyone else. (Ash is a very popular girl.) So far, so good. Kimmer, I totally hear you on the "not ready" part - even though K is almost 14, and I'm admittedly getting a little more used to hearing him talk about girls, I'm still not ready ready. And Pey is going to be 10 this year, but she thinks she's 25. Oy. Ry...well, he's 11 but he still thinks girls have cooties, and I'm fine with that.
Not much else going on around here, so I guess I'll sign off and finish up my coffee. Mmmm, caffeine...
You know, if I ever am dead, which I hear will actually happen someday, I hope someone will let you guys know.
Anyway.
Yesterday at work I listed two items on eBay. I think they look pretty good, although I'd like to have been more descriptive in the Item Description area. However, as my quota for listings for the store is escalating exponentially over the next few weeks, I've got to keep things short and sweet. (Like me. heh.) This week my quota was to list just one thing, so I'm ahead of the game already.
Today I'll be listing things on Craigslist. I've never dealt with that website before, so if anyone has any suggestions, please toss 'em my way. Everything I list will be for sale, not for free, if that helps.
Things are going swimmingly here on the homefront. K came home in a very good mood yesterday because Ash talked to him! It's amazing the power girls have over boys. I just hope she continues to be as sweet to him as she is to everyone else. (Ash is a very popular girl.) So far, so good. Kimmer, I totally hear you on the "not ready" part - even though K is almost 14, and I'm admittedly getting a little more used to hearing him talk about girls, I'm still not ready ready. And Pey is going to be 10 this year, but she thinks she's 25. Oy. Ry...well, he's 11 but he still thinks girls have cooties, and I'm fine with that.
Not much else going on around here, so I guess I'll sign off and finish up my coffee. Mmmm, caffeine...
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
I AIN'T DEAD YET
Hubby has been pushing me to post "at least a short little note" on my blog, so here it is. You know, he's right - I've been remiss in keeping up with things, but so much has been going on that I've gotten overwhelmed and just couldn't merge all the happenings into one cohesive format. Therefore, in true Pley fashion, here's a new post in the form of - you guessed it - a LIST.
Hubby has been pushing me to post "at least a short little note" on my blog, so here it is. You know, he's right - I've been remiss in keeping up with things, but so much has been going on that I've gotten overwhelmed and just couldn't merge all the happenings into one cohesive format. Therefore, in true Pley fashion, here's a new post in the form of - you guessed it - a LIST.
- I did do the temp job at hubby's company. It lasted three days and went pretty well. I was asked to come back into a different position starting last week, and I agreed to do so. But the new job was an 8-5:00, long-term (read: no end in sight) position, and the more I thought about it, the more anxiety I felt. How was I supposed to keep up with the housework, laundry, meals, and kids if I was never here? I'd be gone every day from 7:00 a.m. to 6:15 p.m., and would be relying on my still-ill MIL to take care of the kids. (She volunteered.) I know that people do this all the time, but I guess I'm not really cut out to be one of those people.
- So I went out and found myself a part-time job close to home. It doesn't pay as well as the temp job, but I can't tell you how much happier I am. I get to set my days and hours, and it only takes me four minutes to get to work - five if I hit a red light. I'm maintaining the website and doing eBay listings for a consignment shop. Well, I will be doing those things very soon, as this week I'm in training. Keep an eye out on this eBay shop - I'm going to be listing some nice stuff on there this week. Hopefully today, actually.
- In other news, K has finally taken the big step of calling the girl he likes. Unfortunately, she was sick last week and couldn't go to the Dynamo game with us. Hopefully she'll feel better soon.
- Everyone else seems to be doing okay. I've got to get off here and get ready for work, so that's it for now. Have a great week!
Sunday, March 25, 2007
ELEVEN DAYS?
That's how long it's been since my last post. Wow.
Speaking of eleven, Ry's 11th birthday was last week. We had a family party here at the house, and Ry had a great time. His favorite gifts were the new Bionicles he'd been jonesing for for weeks.
We actually had Ry's party a couple of days early, as hubby had to leave for another business trip on Ry's actual birthday. It worked out okay, though, because dh came home from work early enough that day for us all to have dinner together before he left.
Rest of the week went by in kind of a blur. Just for grins, I slept in the guest room while dh was gone. The mattress on that bed is not nearly as nice as the one on our king-size bed - it's much firmer than I remember. I kept waking up with my arm asleep. Actually, I was sleeping with my arm under the pillow - as I always do - but this mattress is hard and cut off the circulation.
I guess that's one good way of keeping company from staying too long.
Tomorrow I start back to work for a few days. Same company (hubby's); different department. Last time I was in Legal-New Development. This time I'll be in Property Management. I used to be in PM at a former job, so hopefully I'll be able to draw on my experience. I had zero experience with Legal, so that job was tough. I am optimistic that I'll be more comfortable this time.
Better get to bed now, seeing as how I'm a working girl and all.
That's how long it's been since my last post. Wow.
Speaking of eleven, Ry's 11th birthday was last week. We had a family party here at the house, and Ry had a great time. His favorite gifts were the new Bionicles he'd been jonesing for for weeks.
We actually had Ry's party a couple of days early, as hubby had to leave for another business trip on Ry's actual birthday. It worked out okay, though, because dh came home from work early enough that day for us all to have dinner together before he left.
Rest of the week went by in kind of a blur. Just for grins, I slept in the guest room while dh was gone. The mattress on that bed is not nearly as nice as the one on our king-size bed - it's much firmer than I remember. I kept waking up with my arm asleep. Actually, I was sleeping with my arm under the pillow - as I always do - but this mattress is hard and cut off the circulation.
I guess that's one good way of keeping company from staying too long.
Tomorrow I start back to work for a few days. Same company (hubby's); different department. Last time I was in Legal-New Development. This time I'll be in Property Management. I used to be in PM at a former job, so hopefully I'll be able to draw on my experience. I had zero experience with Legal, so that job was tough. I am optimistic that I'll be more comfortable this time.
Better get to bed now, seeing as how I'm a working girl and all.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
QUICKIE
The weather today was very rainy and thundery and lightningy. Thunder freaks the dog smooth out, making her whimper and slink around and try to stick close to the nearest human. The kids and I eat it up because it's the only time she allows us to cuddle with her.
Kids are spending the night at the grandparents' tonight because I'm going with hubby on a business trip to Lake Charles tomorrow. It's just a day trip, but at least we'll get to talk uninterrupted in the car for a few hours. We're looking forward to it. Tonight the two of us went out to dinner at Chili's. I love their lettuce wraps, but one suggestion I'd have for the waiters is to always bring extra napkins whenever someone orders lettuce wraps. Messy.
Ry's birthday is next Tuesday. I have not yet bought him any gifts, but maybe that's something hubby and I can do tomorrow while we're out.
And with that, I'm off to bed. G'nite!
The weather today was very rainy and thundery and lightningy. Thunder freaks the dog smooth out, making her whimper and slink around and try to stick close to the nearest human. The kids and I eat it up because it's the only time she allows us to cuddle with her.
Kids are spending the night at the grandparents' tonight because I'm going with hubby on a business trip to Lake Charles tomorrow. It's just a day trip, but at least we'll get to talk uninterrupted in the car for a few hours. We're looking forward to it. Tonight the two of us went out to dinner at Chili's. I love their lettuce wraps, but one suggestion I'd have for the waiters is to always bring extra napkins whenever someone orders lettuce wraps. Messy.
Ry's birthday is next Tuesday. I have not yet bought him any gifts, but maybe that's something hubby and I can do tomorrow while we're out.
And with that, I'm off to bed. G'nite!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
FAILURE
Don't you hate feeling like a failure? That's how I've been feeling the past couple of days. Although I can point to several reasons why I feel that way, I really can't put my finger on the main issue. Maybe if I list things here, the picture will paint itself.
1. Small, I know, but I've failed to update my blog every day this month. That was such a small goal, yet I didn't accomplish it. I have no excuse, as I have been home every day and had computer time every day.
2. Yesterday I was ready to take the kids back to the rock I found them under. They bickered all.day.long. Okay, not all day - there were a couple of hours of peace - but when they fight, they royally piss me off. And that "having to get the last word in" thing? OMG, I can't even explain the rage that brings out in me.
3. My 9-year-old daughter seemingly cannot entertain herself this week (which is spring break and I normally look forward to but NOT this year...anymore). She constantly hangs around me, not talking but just being there. Yesterday at 5:30 I finally told her to go to her room and stay there. She couldn't understand why she was being punished...and really, I couldn't either, but she was getting under my skin and I needed a break.
4. DH and I went to sleep facing opposite directions last night. We rarely do that, and there was really no reason. The longer I lay there, the madder I got. Thank God for sleep, because if I'd stayed awake I might have packed a bag.
5. Where the hell is all this rage coming from? I can't even blame it on PMS, as certain regions of my body are NOT sore (and they always are at that time of the month).
Thus the feeling of failure kicks in. And that pisses me off, too. Why am I calling myself a failure?
Maybe I'm just mad. I sure would like a reason, though, so I could work on it. I hate feeling this way.
Don't you hate feeling like a failure? That's how I've been feeling the past couple of days. Although I can point to several reasons why I feel that way, I really can't put my finger on the main issue. Maybe if I list things here, the picture will paint itself.
1. Small, I know, but I've failed to update my blog every day this month. That was such a small goal, yet I didn't accomplish it. I have no excuse, as I have been home every day and had computer time every day.
2. Yesterday I was ready to take the kids back to the rock I found them under. They bickered all.day.long. Okay, not all day - there were a couple of hours of peace - but when they fight, they royally piss me off. And that "having to get the last word in" thing? OMG, I can't even explain the rage that brings out in me.
3. My 9-year-old daughter seemingly cannot entertain herself this week (which is spring break and I normally look forward to but NOT this year...anymore). She constantly hangs around me, not talking but just being there. Yesterday at 5:30 I finally told her to go to her room and stay there. She couldn't understand why she was being punished...and really, I couldn't either, but she was getting under my skin and I needed a break.
4. DH and I went to sleep facing opposite directions last night. We rarely do that, and there was really no reason. The longer I lay there, the madder I got. Thank God for sleep, because if I'd stayed awake I might have packed a bag.
5. Where the hell is all this rage coming from? I can't even blame it on PMS, as certain regions of my body are NOT sore (and they always are at that time of the month).
Thus the feeling of failure kicks in. And that pisses me off, too. Why am I calling myself a failure?
Maybe I'm just mad. I sure would like a reason, though, so I could work on it. I hate feeling this way.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
RY
My funny, funny middle son - the one we sometimes call our little Isaac because the name means "laughter" - has recently acquired the, um, skill, of scrunching up his face to make us laugh. I usually tell him to stop stretching his skin, but the truth is that he looks pretty darn funny and I can't help giggling.
Cute and nonscrunchy:
Scrunchy:
BTW, that's hubby on our computer in the background of the top pic. Now y'all kind of know where I'm sitting as I write this. Oooh, creepy.
My funny, funny middle son - the one we sometimes call our little Isaac because the name means "laughter" - has recently acquired the, um, skill, of scrunching up his face to make us laugh. I usually tell him to stop stretching his skin, but the truth is that he looks pretty darn funny and I can't help giggling.
Cute and nonscrunchy:
Scrunchy:
BTW, that's hubby on our computer in the background of the top pic. Now y'all kind of know where I'm sitting as I write this. Oooh, creepy.
Friday, March 09, 2007
HE'S BA-AACK
Hubby made it home safely from Portland today. His flight was delayed for two hours due to mechanical problems, but he still got to town in time for me to pick him up and get home before the kids' buses were due.
I'm so glad he's back. Admittedly, it's nice to have a short break from preparing separate breakfasts every morning and dinners* every night, but forever? No. I definitely would not be happy without him in my life.
*Not separate dinners, mind you. But this week we had more than one episode of "hey guys, sandwiches again tonight!" Don't get to do that very often.
Next week is spring break, and boy did I ever luck out on activities. On a whim, I emailed a friend this morning who lives near Kemah and asked if she knew of any discounts or coupons for the Kemah Boardwalk. She just happens to be friends with the manager of the Boardwalk, and was able to score us five FREE passes! I am so excited. We've never been there, but it looks like a fantastic place to take the kids - especially since they're older now and can ride more rides.
We may also go to Moody Gardens one day next week. The kids brought home coupons for discounted tickets. Not as good as free, but it still sounds like fun.
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Thursday, March 08, 2007
HERE LIES A LACK OF ORIGINAL TITLE
Last night when I went to bed, I checked on the kids as usual. Pey was lying on top of her covers and breathing heavily. I leaned down to kiss her and discovered that she was hot. Worrywart that I am, I put her in my bed with me so that I could keep an eye on her.
This morning she was still feverish and had that "I'm sick" look around her eyes. You guys know what I mean. So I kept her home from school today; first day she's missed all year. During the day, she miraculously got better - I checked, a lot - so tomorrow she'll be back in class. She wants to go back, actually, because being the only kid at home is boring, especially when you're sick and mom won't let you do anything fun.
Tomorrow is the last day of school before spring break. The kids can't wait. We have no plans for next week, but at least we should be able to sleep in. Well, I'll still get up with hubby and help him get his breakfast, but overall we should be more rested.
Speaking of hubby, he comes home tomorrow around noon. I'm looking forward to seeing him.
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Here are a couple of pictures for you. They're of my sisters and me thirty some-odd years ago, then the three of us last November. Wonder whatever happened to those old Go-Go boots...
L-R: Me, Tnk, EMTsis
L-R (superhero identities hidden): Constable Tnk, EMTsis, and Just Me (sigh)
Last night when I went to bed, I checked on the kids as usual. Pey was lying on top of her covers and breathing heavily. I leaned down to kiss her and discovered that she was hot. Worrywart that I am, I put her in my bed with me so that I could keep an eye on her.
This morning she was still feverish and had that "I'm sick" look around her eyes. You guys know what I mean. So I kept her home from school today; first day she's missed all year. During the day, she miraculously got better - I checked, a lot - so tomorrow she'll be back in class. She wants to go back, actually, because being the only kid at home is boring, especially when you're sick and mom won't let you do anything fun.
Tomorrow is the last day of school before spring break. The kids can't wait. We have no plans for next week, but at least we should be able to sleep in. Well, I'll still get up with hubby and help him get his breakfast, but overall we should be more rested.
Speaking of hubby, he comes home tomorrow around noon. I'm looking forward to seeing him.
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Here are a couple of pictures for you. They're of my sisters and me thirty some-odd years ago, then the three of us last November. Wonder whatever happened to those old Go-Go boots...
L-R: Me, Tnk, EMTsis
L-R (superhero identities hidden): Constable Tnk, EMTsis, and Just Me (sigh)
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
HUMPDAY
Last night I did something I've been meaning to do for months: I downloaded Mozilla with Firefox. It's, um, okay, but I don't think I am completely comprehending its legendary awesomeness. If any of my dear readers use it, please enlighten me to its any features which will make me think I'm a rock star. Or at least that I didn't royally screw up.
Basically, here's what I don't want to hear from my husband when he gets back to town on Friday, [click] "Wha--??? [click clicker click] What the ... HEY! What have you DONE to our computer?!?"
Help?
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Today I hosted a Creative Memories beginner's crop at my friend Laura's house. She is like the coolest consultant you've ever met. What I love most is that she is a no-pressure salesperson. She hosts evening crops at her house at least once a month, but she does not give a rat's patootie whether you use CM products or "contraband," as I've dubbed my non-CM stuff (and I have a LOT of non-CM stuff).
Today's crop included my bff Jen, both of my sisters, my oldest friend Gena, and her friend Cyndi. Gena and I bought nothing, but the rest of the newbies managed to spend nearly $200 - which blessed yours truly with a $21 credit for my choice of CM products. I bought adhesive refills, page protectors, and frosted adhesive squares (good for vellum, mmm-hmmm). All FREE. Yay! Although...I've been wondering since I got home whether I spent my credit wisely. Should I have put the $21 toward a cool PowerSort Organizer? The large square punch I've been jonesing for since last year? A bunch of alphabet stickers?
Gah! Maybe I should just count my blessings. Yes, I'll do that.
My hostess gift for today was, well, it's hard to describe. It includes a small CM calendar, two magnets to hold said calendar on the fridge, and a small double punch - a swirl and a starburst. It all sounds cool, but I am so not a fan of the little punches. They're hard to adhere and honestly, I'll never use them. Now, I suppose, the choice is "garage sale" or "eBay."
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K is skipping soccer practice tonight. I think the coach is having practice, but since there's no game this weekend (spring break) I didn't feel it would really matter. K didn't want to go anyway, and since he's such a great kid and always so good about going to practice, I figure he deserves a break. This is it, though - from now on, any weekend there's a game, he'll be at practice. Well, except for next week - on soccer practice night, I think we're planning to go to the Dynamo vs. Puntarenas MLS game. Heh. I have good intentions, anyway.
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The weather is warming up here in H-town. Tonight's low will be in the 50s, and tomorrow's high will be in the 70s. Spring is in the air!
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My aunt (my mom's sister) gave me this picture when I was at her house a couple of weeks ago. I'd never seen the picture before, but it brought me to tears when I did. That's Mom on the left, and a very small me on the right, circa 1969. Mom looks absolutely radiant in this picture, and it makes me long for her to be with me again, just for one more day.
Last night I did something I've been meaning to do for months: I downloaded Mozilla with Firefox. It's, um, okay, but I don't think I am completely comprehending its legendary awesomeness. If any of my dear readers use it, please enlighten me to its any features which will make me think I'm a rock star. Or at least that I didn't royally screw up.
Basically, here's what I don't want to hear from my husband when he gets back to town on Friday, [click]
Help?
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Today I hosted a Creative Memories beginner's crop at my friend Laura's house. She is like the coolest consultant you've ever met. What I love most is that she is a no-pressure salesperson. She hosts evening crops at her house at least once a month, but she does not give a rat's patootie whether you use CM products or "contraband," as I've dubbed my non-CM stuff (and I have a LOT of non-CM stuff).
Today's crop included my bff Jen, both of my sisters, my oldest friend Gena, and her friend Cyndi. Gena and I bought nothing, but the rest of the newbies managed to spend nearly $200 - which blessed yours truly with a $21 credit for my choice of CM products. I bought adhesive refills, page protectors, and frosted adhesive squares (good for vellum, mmm-hmmm). All FREE. Yay! Although...I've been wondering since I got home whether I spent my credit wisely. Should I have put the $21 toward a cool PowerSort Organizer? The large square punch I've been jonesing for since last year? A bunch of alphabet stickers?
Gah! Maybe I should just count my blessings. Yes, I'll do that.
My hostess gift for today was, well, it's hard to describe. It includes a small CM calendar, two magnets to hold said calendar on the fridge, and a small double punch - a swirl and a starburst. It all sounds cool, but I am so not a fan of the little punches. They're hard to adhere and honestly, I'll never use them. Now, I suppose, the choice is "garage sale" or "eBay."
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K is skipping soccer practice tonight. I think the coach is having practice, but since there's no game this weekend (spring break) I didn't feel it would really matter. K didn't want to go anyway, and since he's such a great kid and always so good about going to practice, I figure he deserves a break. This is it, though - from now on, any weekend there's a game, he'll be at practice. Well, except for next week - on soccer practice night, I think we're planning to go to the Dynamo vs. Puntarenas MLS game. Heh. I have good intentions, anyway.
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The weather is warming up here in H-town. Tonight's low will be in the 50s, and tomorrow's high will be in the 70s. Spring is in the air!
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My aunt (my mom's sister) gave me this picture when I was at her house a couple of weeks ago. I'd never seen the picture before, but it brought me to tears when I did. That's Mom on the left, and a very small me on the right, circa 1969. Mom looks absolutely radiant in this picture, and it makes me long for her to be with me again, just for one more day.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
SLEPT BETTER LAST NIGHT
I think pure exhaustion finally set in. After a weekend of being on the go, my body just gave out. I fell into bed at 10:30 and slept until I heard the radio DJs squawking this morning. I could have happily dozed another three hours, but I'm grateful for the uninterrupted REM sleep I got last night.
K is working on a project this week for his Communication Applications class that I'm finding very interesting and fun. The kids had to make up professional-looking résumés for themselves, then on Friday they have to dress in business attire and go through a mock interview. MAN I wish they'd had this kind of stuff when I was in junior high.
K, of course, is already fretting about having to wear a tie to school on Friday. This from the kid who is joining ROTC next year and will have to wear a uniform to school one day a week every week. He says that's different. Ah, okay.
I drove Pey and Ry to school this morning because today is picture day and Ry had to be there early for the Safety Patrol group picture. He's such a cutie. Their individual pictures will be taken later in the day, and I really do hope they come out nice this year. Pey's hair is always messy in the school photos, no matter that we spend half an hour fixing it up in the morning. I guess that's par for the course, though - in my own school pictures (at least the elementary school versions) my hair was always frazzled. I'd be glad to lower my standards IF they'd bring down the prices to a reasonable level. No way I'm paying $25 for one 8x10. Multiply that by three kids and OUCH.
I accidentally ran over a bird while driving the kids to school this morning. I didn't hit it with a tire - it landed in the middle of the street right in front of me and didn't try to fly away until the van was right overhead. In my rearview mirror I could see the little guy flailing around, and I felt really bad. It was a good opportunity for me to talk to K about which animals to dodge and which to just keep driving for - I told him that if he ever gets into a wreck for avoiding a squirrel or bird, well, we'd have to talk. I feel for the little animals, but they're not worth having a wreck over.
Speaking of K, it's time to drive him to school. See ya!
I think pure exhaustion finally set in. After a weekend of being on the go, my body just gave out. I fell into bed at 10:30 and slept until I heard the radio DJs squawking this morning. I could have happily dozed another three hours, but I'm grateful for the uninterrupted REM sleep I got last night.
K is working on a project this week for his Communication Applications class that I'm finding very interesting and fun. The kids had to make up professional-looking résumés for themselves, then on Friday they have to dress in business attire and go through a mock interview. MAN I wish they'd had this kind of stuff when I was in junior high.
K, of course, is already fretting about having to wear a tie to school on Friday. This from the kid who is joining ROTC next year and will have to wear a uniform to school one day a week every week. He says that's different. Ah, okay.
I drove Pey and Ry to school this morning because today is picture day and Ry had to be there early for the Safety Patrol group picture. He's such a cutie. Their individual pictures will be taken later in the day, and I really do hope they come out nice this year. Pey's hair is always messy in the school photos, no matter that we spend half an hour fixing it up in the morning. I guess that's par for the course, though - in my own school pictures (at least the elementary school versions) my hair was always frazzled. I'd be glad to lower my standards IF they'd bring down the prices to a reasonable level. No way I'm paying $25 for one 8x10. Multiply that by three kids and OUCH.
I accidentally ran over a bird while driving the kids to school this morning. I didn't hit it with a tire - it landed in the middle of the street right in front of me and didn't try to fly away until the van was right overhead. In my rearview mirror I could see the little guy flailing around, and I felt really bad. It was a good opportunity for me to talk to K about which animals to dodge and which to just keep driving for - I told him that if he ever gets into a wreck for avoiding a squirrel or bird, well, we'd have to talk. I feel for the little animals, but they're not worth having a wreck over.
Speaking of K, it's time to drive him to school. See ya!
Monday, March 05, 2007
MISSING DH
Hubby has safely made it to Portland, Oregon, where he will be until Friday afternoon. He's been on business trips before, but I was so sad yesterday when I thought about being here without him this week. I guess it says something good about our marriage that I still get teary-eyed when he travels - and we've been married for almost seventeen years.
In our early marriage, hubby was in the navy. We were stationed on Homestead AFB, Florida, for two years. He had one major deployment during that time, and since we didn't have children at the time, when he left on the aircraft carrier, I flew back to Texas to spend time with my family. Sure, I missed him, but for some reason it didn't seem as hard to be apart at that time as it does now. And that separation was for much longer than the five days he's gone this time.
Maybe I'm becoming more sentimental as I get older. Maybe I'm having a premonition about something happening while he's away. Maybe the stupid terrorists have made me afraid of any kind of travel or separation (that doesn't mean they've "won," does it?). My money is on the "sentimental" idea. At least, I pray to God that's it.
Last night I did not sleep well, which is not surprising because I never do when dh is away, but on top of that, I had nightmares. In one, I was picking Pey up from a daycare located inside a shopping mall (never would do that in real life) and was accosted as I walked to my van. The guy waited while I put Pey into her carseat, then got into the van with me, all the while I'm screaming for help. A police officer finally came over, but he said that he wouldn't help because I had obviously let the man into my van of my own accord.
I am not sure if the dream means that I'm worried about being alone with the kids, or if it means that I don't trust cops, or if it means that I'm paranoid about malls and their parking lots. In any event, I was very happy to wake up this morning.
Honey, be safe on your trip. I can't wait to see you on Friday. I love you.
Hubby has safely made it to Portland, Oregon, where he will be until Friday afternoon. He's been on business trips before, but I was so sad yesterday when I thought about being here without him this week. I guess it says something good about our marriage that I still get teary-eyed when he travels - and we've been married for almost seventeen years.
In our early marriage, hubby was in the navy. We were stationed on Homestead AFB, Florida, for two years. He had one major deployment during that time, and since we didn't have children at the time, when he left on the aircraft carrier, I flew back to Texas to spend time with my family. Sure, I missed him, but for some reason it didn't seem as hard to be apart at that time as it does now. And that separation was for much longer than the five days he's gone this time.
Maybe I'm becoming more sentimental as I get older. Maybe I'm having a premonition about something happening while he's away. Maybe the stupid terrorists have made me afraid of any kind of travel or separation (that doesn't mean they've "won," does it?). My money is on the "sentimental" idea. At least, I pray to God that's it.
Last night I did not sleep well, which is not surprising because I never do when dh is away, but on top of that, I had nightmares. In one, I was picking Pey up from a daycare located inside a shopping mall (never would do that in real life) and was accosted as I walked to my van. The guy waited while I put Pey into her carseat, then got into the van with me, all the while I'm screaming for help. A police officer finally came over, but he said that he wouldn't help because I had obviously let the man into my van of my own accord.
I am not sure if the dream means that I'm worried about being alone with the kids, or if it means that I don't trust cops, or if it means that I'm paranoid about malls and their parking lots. In any event, I was very happy to wake up this morning.
Honey, be safe on your trip. I can't wait to see you on Friday. I love you.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
I'M SO TIRED
Yesterday was a good day, what with my family in the house, but man am I exhausted. We stayed up late Friday night, then had to get up really early on Saturday because K had to be at the soccer fields at 7:00 a.m. for team pictures. Add in a houseful of people, two meals to cook, three to clean up after (for dinner, we brought in Cici's pizza), and having to be "on" all day, and you've got yourself a tired little Trace.
We went to bed around 11:00 last night, then SIL knocked on our bedroom door at 4:30 a.m. to let us know they were leaving (she and her son are driving from Houston to Orlando today - yikes). I fell back asleep after they left, and hubby woke me up after 10:00 a.m. to say "hey, it's after 10:00 a.m." I guess I needed to get up, but I sure didn't want to.
Hubby's leaving this afternoon to go to Portland for a week. Meanwhile, I'm trying to come up with a way to take a nap before his flight leaves. I don't see it happening, but a girl can dream... When people let her sleep, that is.
Yesterday was a good day, what with my family in the house, but man am I exhausted. We stayed up late Friday night, then had to get up really early on Saturday because K had to be at the soccer fields at 7:00 a.m. for team pictures. Add in a houseful of people, two meals to cook, three to clean up after (for dinner, we brought in Cici's pizza), and having to be "on" all day, and you've got yourself a tired little Trace.
We went to bed around 11:00 last night, then SIL knocked on our bedroom door at 4:30 a.m. to let us know they were leaving (she and her son are driving from Houston to Orlando today - yikes). I fell back asleep after they left, and hubby woke me up after 10:00 a.m. to say "hey, it's after 10:00 a.m." I guess I needed to get up, but I sure didn't want to.
Hubby's leaving this afternoon to go to Portland for a week. Meanwhile, I'm trying to come up with a way to take a nap before his flight leaves. I don't see it happening, but a girl can dream... When people let her sleep, that is.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
FAMILY TIME
Today was spent with a rather large part of my family. Four of the five siblings and five of the six grandchildren were here. Plus T & J (for all intents and purposes, "dad" and "mom"). My brother was missing, but his ex-wife and one of his sons were here. It's rare that we're all in the same place, so the day was a real treat for me.
I didn't take enough pictures, though, and that is my biggest regret.
Today was spent with a rather large part of my family. Four of the five siblings and five of the six grandchildren were here. Plus T & J (for all intents and purposes, "dad" and "mom"). My brother was missing, but his ex-wife and one of his sons were here. It's rare that we're all in the same place, so the day was a real treat for me.
I didn't take enough pictures, though, and that is my biggest regret.
Friday, March 02, 2007
TODAY I CLEANED
My SIL and nephew are due to arrive within the next six hours, so I have spent the day cleaning. I mean, cleaning. Laundry is one load from being completed (which is a feat in itself), kitchen is almost spotless (the piles of stuff on the breakfast bar are semi-permanent, I've decided), the floors and baseboards have been scrubbed, carpets Dyson'ed, bathrooms bleached. I even cleaned out the guest room - a.k.a. "garage sale staging area" - so that I could set up the daybed. (Is it daybedS if you pull out the trundle and make up both of them?)
Now I am exhausted. And in desperate need of a shower. I just hope there's still some hot water left after all the laundry I've done today.
My SIL and nephew are due to arrive within the next six hours, so I have spent the day cleaning. I mean, cleaning. Laundry is one load from being completed (which is a feat in itself), kitchen is almost spotless (the piles of stuff on the breakfast bar are semi-permanent, I've decided), the floors and baseboards have been scrubbed, carpets Dyson'ed, bathrooms bleached. I even cleaned out the guest room - a.k.a. "garage sale staging area" - so that I could set up the daybed. (Is it daybedS if you pull out the trundle and make up both of them?)
Now I am exhausted. And in desperate need of a shower. I just hope there's still some hot water left after all the laundry I've done today.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
GOINGS ON
Sorry for the lack of updates recently. Here's a quick rundown:
1. The temp job lasted four days. Then they said they were all caught up and thank you but today is your last day and yes we know it's a quarter to four and we made this decision this morning but hey you're just a temp so piss off.
2. But the hourly wage was awesome, so I wrote a nice email to the HR person the next day and told her to please keep me in mind for future positions. Maybe just not in the legal department. Okay, definitely not in legal...at least, not with the people I was working with before. So she called me this week to work a three-week assignment starting next Monday. I don't want to work over spring break - the kids were already shafted by last year's spring break [Tnk's accident kept me at the hospital all week] and I really wanted to spend time with the kids this year. So I told her I was booked up through the 26th but to please call me if anything comes up after that time.
3. Kids are happy I'm home when they get off the bus.
4. I was very sick last week, so I was glad to be home, too.
5. This week, no sickness. So I finally painted the kids' bathroom. So long, ugly-ass wallpaper!
6. My soon-to-be-ex sister-in-law is bringing my nephew to town tomorrow night. I can't wait to see them. Unfortunately, they're leaving Saturday afternoon, so the visit will be much too short.
7. After a two-month absence, our lawn guys finally showed up today. Yes, we may be spoiled, but I do love not having to weed the damned gardens. I am so not a green thumb.
8. I pity the lawn guys for the dog crap in the backyard, though. Sorry, LGs.
9. The garage door opener quit working two weeks ago. This is a major tragedy. I've had to cart groceries all the way from the driveway to the front door, which, let me tell you, is a real PITA.
10. Yep, definitely spoiled.
11. Garage door fixer-man is due here within the next hour or two. Our springs need adjusting before we can replace the opener (the door will not stay up by itself), and that's not a job for a regular joe. Sixty-five bucks for the guy to tweak the spring. Ahhh, the humanity. I'm going to have to kick my Grocery Game savings into high gear in order to make up for the costs incurred this week.
12. Grocery game savings last Sunday: a little over 51%. Shelf price: $81; my cost: $39.
13. I've got lots of cleaning to do before my SIL gets here tomorrow night. Naturally, here I sit at the computer...
14. I have decided to do a little NaBloPoMo of my own for March. I slacked off so much in February that I decided to kick myself into gear this month. A post a day is my plan. Think I can do it?
15. How've y'all been?
Sorry for the lack of updates recently. Here's a quick rundown:
1. The temp job lasted four days. Then they said they were all caught up and thank you but today is your last day and yes we know it's a quarter to four and we made this decision this morning but hey you're just a temp so piss off.
2. But the hourly wage was awesome, so I wrote a nice email to the HR person the next day and told her to please keep me in mind for future positions. Maybe just not in the legal department. Okay, definitely not in legal...at least, not with the people I was working with before. So she called me this week to work a three-week assignment starting next Monday. I don't want to work over spring break - the kids were already shafted by last year's spring break [Tnk's accident kept me at the hospital all week] and I really wanted to spend time with the kids this year. So I told her I was booked up through the 26th but to please call me if anything comes up after that time.
3. Kids are happy I'm home when they get off the bus.
4. I was very sick last week, so I was glad to be home, too.
5. This week, no sickness. So I finally painted the kids' bathroom. So long, ugly-ass wallpaper!
6. My soon-to-be-ex sister-in-law is bringing my nephew to town tomorrow night. I can't wait to see them. Unfortunately, they're leaving Saturday afternoon, so the visit will be much too short.
7. After a two-month absence, our lawn guys finally showed up today. Yes, we may be spoiled, but I do love not having to weed the damned gardens. I am so not a green thumb.
8. I pity the lawn guys for the dog crap in the backyard, though. Sorry, LGs.
9. The garage door opener quit working two weeks ago. This is a major tragedy. I've had to cart groceries all the way from the driveway to the front door, which, let me tell you, is a real PITA.
10. Yep, definitely spoiled.
11. Garage door fixer-man is due here within the next hour or two. Our springs need adjusting before we can replace the opener (the door will not stay up by itself), and that's not a job for a regular joe. Sixty-five bucks for the guy to tweak the spring. Ahhh, the humanity. I'm going to have to kick my Grocery Game savings into high gear in order to make up for the costs incurred this week.
12. Grocery game savings last Sunday: a little over 51%. Shelf price: $81; my cost: $39.
13. I've got lots of cleaning to do before my SIL gets here tomorrow night. Naturally, here I sit at the computer...
14. I have decided to do a little NaBloPoMo of my own for March. I slacked off so much in February that I decided to kick myself into gear this month. A post a day is my plan. Think I can do it?
15. How've y'all been?
Saturday, February 17, 2007
PASS THE BUCK
Here in these parts, and maybe in other parts, too, there exists a shopping establishment called "The 99-cent Only Store." The concept is fabulous - everything is 99 cents. Or less, sometimes, which kinda makes the store name misleading. But I'm not complaining.
Their advertisements run weekly in the Houston Chronicle. Now, popular belief would dictate that with everything costing less than a buck, the store wouldn't have a very big marketing budget. But their ads are definitely eye-catching - and often funny as hell.
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A few weeks ago, when David Beckham joined the LA Galaxy soccer team, this was their ad:
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I wasn't sure if they'd be able to top that, but this week's Valentine's Day ad was a two-parter that made me choke on my coffee:
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Hope you all had a Valentine's Day full of Good Choices!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
So I got tired of talking about my vajayjay and "the twins" and decided to head in a new direction with this post. Fortunately, I've got new stuff to say.
I got a job.
Yes, really.
I'll be working at an established company in their Legal Department, which I've never done before. Fortunately, the duties, as they were described to me, sound right up my alley. I'm proficient in Word, familiar with Excel, can probably do various other tasks as requested (what does that MEAN?), and am darned professional-lookin' when I gussy myself up.
The beauty of this job is that it's a temporary position. Meaning, I could be employed two weeks or two months or two parsecs (I'm taking Star Wars liberties with the latter word being used to describe time instead of distance). Anyway, I got a call today from the HR person to whom I'd sent my résumé a couple of weeks ago. She asked if I'd be interested in temping for them. Which is the same company DH works for. And they'd pay me a whopping amount of money per hour.
Uh, yeah, I think I can handle that.
Starting tomorrow.
[gulp]
I'm still going to be able to take off for my mammogram on Monday, too.
I'm excited and very nervous at the same time. It's cool that hubby and I will be able to make use of Houston's HOV lane, thus bypassing all the poor drivers on the main lanes. We should be able to get to work and home in near-record time. Hubby's mom even volunteered to come over and meet the kids' school buses every day - which was a load off my shoulders, let me tell you.
On the other hand, I'm nervous as hell about how I'll do in a business environment after all these years.
Tomorrow's the big day, so I'd better get off here and decide what to wear. The attire is "business formal," which in plain English means "pantyhose required."
Oh crud, do I even have any pantyhose?
Wish me luck!
So I got tired of talking about my vajayjay and "the twins" and decided to head in a new direction with this post. Fortunately, I've got new stuff to say.
I got a job.
Yes, really.
I'll be working at an established company in their Legal Department, which I've never done before. Fortunately, the duties, as they were described to me, sound right up my alley. I'm proficient in Word, familiar with Excel, can probably do various other tasks as requested (what does that MEAN?), and am darned professional-lookin' when I gussy myself up.
The beauty of this job is that it's a temporary position. Meaning, I could be employed two weeks or two months or two parsecs (I'm taking Star Wars liberties with the latter word being used to describe time instead of distance). Anyway, I got a call today from the HR person to whom I'd sent my résumé a couple of weeks ago. She asked if I'd be interested in temping for them. Which is the same company DH works for. And they'd pay me a whopping amount of money per hour.
Uh, yeah, I think I can handle that.
Starting tomorrow.
[gulp]
I'm still going to be able to take off for my mammogram on Monday, too.
I'm excited and very nervous at the same time. It's cool that hubby and I will be able to make use of Houston's HOV lane, thus bypassing all the poor drivers on the main lanes. We should be able to get to work and home in near-record time. Hubby's mom even volunteered to come over and meet the kids' school buses every day - which was a load off my shoulders, let me tell you.
On the other hand, I'm nervous as hell about how I'll do in a business environment after all these years.
Tomorrow's the big day, so I'd better get off here and decide what to wear. The attire is "business formal," which in plain English means "pantyhose required."
Oh crud, do I even have any pantyhose?
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
PAPS ARE JUST AS MUCH FUN AS I REMEMBERED
Today I went for the first female checkup I've had since Clinton was in office. Fortunately, my doctor is the nicest person ever to scrape my cervix.
Dr. M did not judge me for waiting so long between appointments, which I really appreciated. Her comment was, "you're here now; that's what's important." She apologized for having cold hands during my breast exam, then again for taking 20 seconds to finish the pap smear and HPV test. Doc, I completely forgive you.
The urinalysis results showed that I have an infection, about which I was completely unaware. Therefore, I have a prescription to fill for antibiotics. Whee, orange pee, here I come.
The tactile breast exam showed two lumps in my left breast, and one in my right. The doctor said she's truly not concerned, yet she scheduled me for a mammogram next Monday. Now, I'm pushing 40, so I was going to have a baseline done this year anyway, but on the order form for the mammogram, she didn't check the "routine screening/asymptomatic" box. Instead, the scarier "diagnostic imaging/consultation" box is checked. She also asks, under "Additional Services," for a "breast ultrasound" of both breasts.
What freaks me out the most is that she drew in little masses on the preprinted breast diagram. Yep, two on the left; one on the right. Check.
After my exam, I was sent in for bloodwork. I had a feeling they'd go ahead and order blood screens today, so in preparation, I did not eat beforehand. In fact, I hadn't eaten since 6:30 last night, so by this time (11:15ish a.m.) I was feeling kinda weak. Somehow, the blood draw didn't seem to help that feeling.
I stopped for a baked potato on the way home because I was starving, but when I got here, I was only able to finish half of it. I'm actually feeling sick right now, and I've got a mother of a headache brewing. I can't get comfortable, which is really frustrating.
On the up side, I've lost six pounds since the last time I saw Dr. M. She made my day by saying, "yeah, like you needed to lose weight." Told you she was sweet.
Today I went for the first female checkup I've had since Clinton was in office. Fortunately, my doctor is the nicest person ever to scrape my cervix.
Dr. M did not judge me for waiting so long between appointments, which I really appreciated. Her comment was, "you're here now; that's what's important." She apologized for having cold hands during my breast exam, then again for taking 20 seconds to finish the pap smear and HPV test. Doc, I completely forgive you.
The urinalysis results showed that I have an infection, about which I was completely unaware. Therefore, I have a prescription to fill for antibiotics. Whee, orange pee, here I come.
The tactile breast exam showed two lumps in my left breast, and one in my right. The doctor said she's truly not concerned, yet she scheduled me for a mammogram next Monday. Now, I'm pushing 40, so I was going to have a baseline done this year anyway, but on the order form for the mammogram, she didn't check the "routine screening/asymptomatic" box. Instead, the scarier "diagnostic imaging/consultation" box is checked. She also asks, under "Additional Services," for a "breast ultrasound" of both breasts.
What freaks me out the most is that she drew in little masses on the preprinted breast diagram. Yep, two on the left; one on the right. Check.
After my exam, I was sent in for bloodwork. I had a feeling they'd go ahead and order blood screens today, so in preparation, I did not eat beforehand. In fact, I hadn't eaten since 6:30 last night, so by this time (11:15ish a.m.) I was feeling kinda weak. Somehow, the blood draw didn't seem to help that feeling.
I stopped for a baked potato on the way home because I was starving, but when I got here, I was only able to finish half of it. I'm actually feeling sick right now, and I've got a mother of a headache brewing. I can't get comfortable, which is really frustrating.
On the up side, I've lost six pounds since the last time I saw Dr. M. She made my day by saying, "yeah, like you needed to lose weight." Told you she was sweet.
Monday, February 12, 2007
THANKS
- To Katie, whose blog post made me list my own confessions, including the one in which I admitted that I'm years overdue for a pap.
- To Pez, for persuading me to schedule an appointment.
- To hubby, for taking the new job with the rockin' insurance and low co-pays.
- To my favorite doctor, for being available tomorrow morning at 10:10 a.m.
- To me, for finally taking care of myself. It's about time.
- To Katie, whose blog post made me list my own confessions, including the one in which I admitted that I'm years overdue for a pap.
- To Pez, for persuading me to schedule an appointment.
- To hubby, for taking the new job with the rockin' insurance and low co-pays.
- To my favorite doctor, for being available tomorrow morning at 10:10 a.m.
- To me, for finally taking care of myself. It's about time.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
CONFESSION IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL, RIGHT?
Katie may or may not be a good influence. No matter; today I am copying her blogging idea - confessions. None of these are earth-shattering, but they do impact my tiny little world. And here we go...
- I wear my jeans for a long time between washings. We're talking weeks here - possibly a couple of months. If they get visibly dirty, I toss them into the laundry; otherwise, I just toss them over the box fan that's sitting in my closet and call it all good.
- My closet is huge, and also messy. The aforementioned box fan is not plugged in nor useful. It's purpose is apparently to serve as a small horizontal surface that I can put crap on top of. I have an old stereo in there that serves the same purpose.
- My kiddos, save K, do not shower every day. They're all capable of doing it all by themselves, but I hardly ever think about it in time to remind them before bed, so they don't. Twice a week is pretty good around here. K, who hit puberty last year and apparently discovered that teenagers sweat and thus stink, showers every single night. Pey and Ry aren't far behind him in age, so I figure they'll start showering regularly soon enough.
- It's been like six years since I've visited the dentist. Fortunately, I seem to have naturally good teeth. (Hope I didn't just jinx myself there.)
- It has been much MUCH too long since I've had a female exam. I am deeply ashamed, and promise to make an appointment soon, sis.
- My kids are old enough to make their own lunches, clip their own fingernails, and do know our address, so I can't make those claims. Anymore. heh
- I throw out my kids' schoolwork and artwork all the time. Not everything; but definitely most things. Apparently I also feel guilty about it because I still wait until the kids aren't home to start purging - and then I top the artwork with used coffee filters or waffle boxes or some other non-transparent item so that they don't notice.
- I hate doing laundry with a passion. I mean, you won't find another person on this planet who hates it more than I do. Thursday night, Ry told me he had no jeans to wear the next day. So I pulled out a couple of pairs of jeans for each kid (from the enormous mound of laundry sitting three feet from the washing machine) and did a load of jeans. Friday, K said he had no more underwear. This time, I started a whole load, but when it came time for K's shower, I just pulled out two pairs of clean underwear from the washer and tossed them into the dryer with the aforementioned jeans...Oh man, please tell me I'm not the only one who's done that.
Friday, February 09, 2007
127
That's the number of scrapbook pages I completed at last weekend's crop. That sounds like a lot, and it is, but believe it or not it only got me up to May 2006. I'm still behind (like 400+pictures-behind), but this is the most caught up I've ever been. I even won a prize for Most Completed Pages. Alert the Pulitzer committee.
8.5
That's the number of hours sleep I got last weekend, divided up thusly: 3.5 hours Friday night (Saturday morning, actually); 5 hours Saturday night (Sunday, actually). I took five meal breaks at approximately 12 minutes each (the food was catered, so there was no prep/cleanup time involved; thank you, paid help). I left the hall for about 20 minutes Saturday afternoon to take a shower because I was feeling crop-grungy, then I left once more for 35 minutes to drive home and get some warmer clothes and socks.
2135
The number of minutes I cropped over the weekend. That's a lot of minutes, and it works out to what, about 35 hours? Daaaaang.
5
The number of hours I'm going to work on scrapbooks tonight. My friend, a Creative Memories consultant who set up last weekend's crop, is apparently a glutton for punishment. She's hosting a five-hour gathering at her house tonight, and I am apparently insane because I'm looking forward to it.
2.25
The number hours until Pey's Brownie troop gets here for our monthly meeting. Up until 8:15 last night, I had no idea what we'd do at today's meeting, but then another leader mentioned a Valentine's Day party. No working toward a patch or anything otherwise formal; just fun. Sounds perfect to me. Maybe I can catch a nap while they decorate cards...
That's the number of scrapbook pages I completed at last weekend's crop. That sounds like a lot, and it is, but believe it or not it only got me up to May 2006. I'm still behind (like 400+pictures-behind), but this is the most caught up I've ever been. I even won a prize for Most Completed Pages. Alert the Pulitzer committee.
8.5
That's the number of hours sleep I got last weekend, divided up thusly: 3.5 hours Friday night (Saturday morning, actually); 5 hours Saturday night (Sunday, actually). I took five meal breaks at approximately 12 minutes each (the food was catered, so there was no prep/cleanup time involved; thank you, paid help). I left the hall for about 20 minutes Saturday afternoon to take a shower because I was feeling crop-grungy, then I left once more for 35 minutes to drive home and get some warmer clothes and socks.
2135
The number of minutes I cropped over the weekend. That's a lot of minutes, and it works out to what, about 35 hours? Daaaaang.
5
The number of hours I'm going to work on scrapbooks tonight. My friend, a Creative Memories consultant who set up last weekend's crop, is apparently a glutton for punishment. She's hosting a five-hour gathering at her house tonight, and I am apparently insane because I'm looking forward to it.
2.25
The number hours until Pey's Brownie troop gets here for our monthly meeting. Up until 8:15 last night, I had no idea what we'd do at today's meeting, but then another leader mentioned a Valentine's Day party. No working toward a patch or anything otherwise formal; just fun. Sounds perfect to me. Maybe I can catch a nap while they decorate cards...
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
195
That's how many pictures I finally uploaded to Snapfish from my digital camera. (How sad is that.) I am having them printed and shipped to me, and am hoping that they'll arrive before Friday, which is when I leave for my scrapbooking weekend. I've gotten emails that the order has been completed already, so hopefully the postal service will get them to my mailbox quickly.
In other news, I am seriously considering applying for a job opening that just popped up. I am actually excited at the prospect of going back to work, believe it or not. The kids are older now, and I recently realized that my days are spent doing absolutely nothing except hanging around the house in between school bus departures and arrivals. I mean, I do the laundry and such, but for the most part, I do ... well, not much. It's not that I don't want to do more; I just have little motivation. That is completely and totally a personal problem, I know; but it doesn't change the fact that I'm not exactly overwhelmed with my life right now.
I think the best thing to do first is hit my knees and pray about this. In my heart and gut it feels very right, but checking in with the big guy is always a good idea, too.
That's how many pictures I finally uploaded to Snapfish from my digital camera. (How sad is that.) I am having them printed and shipped to me, and am hoping that they'll arrive before Friday, which is when I leave for my scrapbooking weekend. I've gotten emails that the order has been completed already, so hopefully the postal service will get them to my mailbox quickly.
In other news, I am seriously considering applying for a job opening that just popped up. I am actually excited at the prospect of going back to work, believe it or not. The kids are older now, and I recently realized that my days are spent doing absolutely nothing except hanging around the house in between school bus departures and arrivals. I mean, I do the laundry and such, but for the most part, I do ... well, not much. It's not that I don't want to do more; I just have little motivation. That is completely and totally a personal problem, I know; but it doesn't change the fact that I'm not exactly overwhelmed with my life right now.
I think the best thing to do first is hit my knees and pray about this. In my heart and gut it feels very right, but checking in with the big guy is always a good idea, too.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
CROP!
Kimmer, I just read your blog and wanted to let you know that I feel ya on the scrapbooking - I'm going to a crop this weekend, and I can't wait! I leave Friday afternoon and don't come home until Sunday afternoon. Meals and lodging all included. Of course, the best part is hanging out with other moms like me. Wait, that's not right. The best part is someone cooking and cleaning for ME! lol
I try to do a weekend crop once or twice a year. It helps me make significant progress on my scrapbooks, but more than that, it helps me recharge my batteries. It's nice to not have to worry about anyone else for a couple of days. And I think hubby enjoys the "pass" it gives him to just hang out with the kids and not do anything productive for awhile. He works hard, and definitely deserves downtime.
It sounds weird to say that hubby's spending a weekend alone with the kids is "downtime." But our kids are old enough now (13, 10, 9) that they're not as much effort to take care of as they once were. That's nice in SO many ways...but I'll admit that sometimes I do miss their babyness.
Which brings me back to the crop. I can enjoy their cute little faces in photographs all weekend! :)
Kimmer, I just read your blog and wanted to let you know that I feel ya on the scrapbooking - I'm going to a crop this weekend, and I can't wait! I leave Friday afternoon and don't come home until Sunday afternoon. Meals and lodging all included. Of course, the best part is hanging out with other moms like me. Wait, that's not right. The best part is someone cooking and cleaning for ME! lol
I try to do a weekend crop once or twice a year. It helps me make significant progress on my scrapbooks, but more than that, it helps me recharge my batteries. It's nice to not have to worry about anyone else for a couple of days. And I think hubby enjoys the "pass" it gives him to just hang out with the kids and not do anything productive for awhile. He works hard, and definitely deserves downtime.
It sounds weird to say that hubby's spending a weekend alone with the kids is "downtime." But our kids are old enough now (13, 10, 9) that they're not as much effort to take care of as they once were. That's nice in SO many ways...but I'll admit that sometimes I do miss their babyness.
Which brings me back to the crop. I can enjoy their cute little faces in photographs all weekend! :)
Monday, January 29, 2007
WASSUP?
Nothing earth-shattering going on here, but I thought I should update anyway.
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Had lunch with my aunt last Friday. I only see her about twice a year, which is silly because we live in the same town and she works about ten minutes from my house. Anyway, it was great to visit with her, and I am looking forward to seeing her again before six more months pass by!
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Saturday afternoon I got a call from my soon-to-be-ex sister-in-law. She told me that she was bringing my nephew for a visit in March, and asked if they could stay with us for a couple of days. Needless to say, I am thrilled! I couldn't be happier that she still feels comfortable enough with our family to drive six hours for a visit. Yay!
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Last week sometime, I signed up with SparkPeople. It's a fantastic track-your-progress health and fitness site. You can keep track of what you eat, print healthy recipes, and even watch exercise videos right on your computer. I love it, and best of all, it's free. (I receive no kickbacks for referrals, y'all.)
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Sunday morning I made my weekly run to the grocery store. I bought:
Post Honey Bunches of Oats
Post Honey Bunches of Oats w/Almonds
1 lb. fresh green beans
1 head cabbage
1 large eggplant
Blue Diamond walnuts
Bottle of Propel water (free!)
Ragu spaghetti sauce
Quart of half & half
2 Blistex lip treatment (free!)
Large canister of Kroger oatmeal
2 The Works bathroom cleaner
2 Diet Big Red 2-liters
Dozen large eggs
2 boxes Nabisco whole grain Wheat Thins
2 boxes reduced-fat Ritz crackers
Fresh baby bella mushrooms
Kraft 3-cheese Crumbles
4 cans Grands biscuits
3 pkgs Philly reduced-fat cream cheese
4-pack Dannon low-carb yogurt
5 packages Totino's Pizza Rolls (all free!)
2 packs Birds Eye frozen green beans w/almonds
3 lbs ground beef
2 Glade Wisp starter kits
2 Glade Wisp refills
4 Glade aerosol room fresheners
Suave deodorant (free!)
4 Reach Max Fresh toothbrushes
Before card & coupons: $132.34
I paid: $49.49
Savings: $82.85
Nothing earth-shattering going on here, but I thought I should update anyway.
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Had lunch with my aunt last Friday. I only see her about twice a year, which is silly because we live in the same town and she works about ten minutes from my house. Anyway, it was great to visit with her, and I am looking forward to seeing her again before six more months pass by!
--
Saturday afternoon I got a call from my soon-to-be-ex sister-in-law. She told me that she was bringing my nephew for a visit in March, and asked if they could stay with us for a couple of days. Needless to say, I am thrilled! I couldn't be happier that she still feels comfortable enough with our family to drive six hours for a visit. Yay!
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Last week sometime, I signed up with SparkPeople. It's a fantastic track-your-progress health and fitness site. You can keep track of what you eat, print healthy recipes, and even watch exercise videos right on your computer. I love it, and best of all, it's free. (I receive no kickbacks for referrals, y'all.)
--
Sunday morning I made my weekly run to the grocery store. I bought:
Post Honey Bunches of Oats
Post Honey Bunches of Oats w/Almonds
1 lb. fresh green beans
1 head cabbage
1 large eggplant
Blue Diamond walnuts
Bottle of Propel water (free!)
Ragu spaghetti sauce
Quart of half & half
2 Blistex lip treatment (free!)
Large canister of Kroger oatmeal
2 The Works bathroom cleaner
2 Diet Big Red 2-liters
Dozen large eggs
2 boxes Nabisco whole grain Wheat Thins
2 boxes reduced-fat Ritz crackers
Fresh baby bella mushrooms
Kraft 3-cheese Crumbles
4 cans Grands biscuits
3 pkgs Philly reduced-fat cream cheese
4-pack Dannon low-carb yogurt
5 packages Totino's Pizza Rolls (all free!)
2 packs Birds Eye frozen green beans w/almonds
3 lbs ground beef
2 Glade Wisp starter kits
2 Glade Wisp refills
4 Glade aerosol room fresheners
Suave deodorant (free!)
4 Reach Max Fresh toothbrushes
Before card & coupons: $132.34
I paid: $49.49
Savings: $82.85
I also have $10 in Kroger Kash toward my next grocery trip - the Glade Wisp kits and refills trigger $3.00 and $2.00 coupons (respectively) instantly. Kroger also has a Kraft special going on - if you buy 8 specified products, it automatically deducts $7.00 off your bill at checkout. For this trip, my Kraft items were: the cheese crumbles, the 3 packs of cream cheese, the two Ritz crackers, and the two Wheat Thins.
Next trip, I'm already $15 richer - I've got a $5-off coupon from the Entertainment book for February, plus the $10 from this trip for the Glade products.
I love grocery shopping. And I just realized what a total nerd I am. Thank you, Grocery Game!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
THINGS ARE LOOKING UP
Excerpts from emails about MIL's brain tumor. Yay!
Neurosurgeon confirmed what the E.R. neurosurgeon told us which is, as far tumors go, this is a very mild one. He is almost positive that it's benign, slow growing and may have been there up to 20 or 30 years(!). It's growing down from the cerebellum into a cavity and is about 1 1/2 inches long but because it is not pushing on anything in the brain, it does not have "roots" that are attaching to any parts of the brain. It does not appear aggressive, and Mom passed her neurological exam with flying colors (absent shakiness on walking the "drunk driving test" walk), so the doctor does not think it should be removed at this time.
He felt very strongly that her blood pressure problems and tremors (which are like shivers or jerks from a chill) are not caused by the tumor based on the area of the brain it's in and his experience with this type of tumor. He recommended coming back in 4 to 6 months for another MRI and would be very surprised if the tumor grew. If it grows or she starts having poorer neurological indications, he would recommend surgery and felt it would be a very straight forward surgery - this is not something he would recommend for radiation, as that is usually for malignant tumors. He suggested going to a neurologist to look into her shivers.
We are of course very pleased to hear the good news we were hoping for, no brain surgery! - though since Mom has not felt well, we were hoping to find a solution to all her ails by removing the tumor - her shivers kept her up all last night and are tiring physically (she can't sleep and it hurts to jerk around). It is possible that her lightheadeness is also caused by her blood pressure problems, which may be exacerbating her general well-being. She is going to work with her internal doctor on her BP.
Thank you so much for all your thoughts and prayers - we are very grateful indeed! We are still a little nervous about her symptoms as they have been interfering with her enjoying life these past week so we hope that the neurologist can put our minds at ease.
We feel very assured that her tumor is not life-threatening (having seen it on the MRI, it is not touching anything else in the brain, it's not touching the brain stem) and she can live a long time with it. While I got the prayer train going, please pray that we do get to the bottom of the cause of her shivers and high blood pressure and open up the path to the right doctor to treat them.
Excerpts from emails about MIL's brain tumor. Yay!
Neurosurgeon confirmed what the E.R. neurosurgeon told us which is, as far tumors go, this is a very mild one. He is almost positive that it's benign, slow growing and may have been there up to 20 or 30 years(!). It's growing down from the cerebellum into a cavity and is about 1 1/2 inches long but because it is not pushing on anything in the brain, it does not have "roots" that are attaching to any parts of the brain. It does not appear aggressive, and Mom passed her neurological exam with flying colors (absent shakiness on walking the "drunk driving test" walk), so the doctor does not think it should be removed at this time.
He felt very strongly that her blood pressure problems and tremors (which are like shivers or jerks from a chill) are not caused by the tumor based on the area of the brain it's in and his experience with this type of tumor. He recommended coming back in 4 to 6 months for another MRI and would be very surprised if the tumor grew. If it grows or she starts having poorer neurological indications, he would recommend surgery and felt it would be a very straight forward surgery - this is not something he would recommend for radiation, as that is usually for malignant tumors. He suggested going to a neurologist to look into her shivers.
We are of course very pleased to hear the good news we were hoping for, no brain surgery! - though since Mom has not felt well, we were hoping to find a solution to all her ails by removing the tumor - her shivers kept her up all last night and are tiring physically (she can't sleep and it hurts to jerk around). It is possible that her lightheadeness is also caused by her blood pressure problems, which may be exacerbating her general well-being. She is going to work with her internal doctor on her BP.
Thank you so much for all your thoughts and prayers - we are very grateful indeed! We are still a little nervous about her symptoms as they have been interfering with her enjoying life these past week so we hope that the neurologist can put our minds at ease.
We feel very assured that her tumor is not life-threatening (having seen it on the MRI, it is not touching anything else in the brain, it's not touching the brain stem) and she can live a long time with it. While I got the prayer train going, please pray that we do get to the bottom of the cause of her shivers and high blood pressure and open up the path to the right doctor to treat them.
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