Friday, August 29, 2008

Miscellaneous thoughts

Dave Freeman, co-author of "100 Things to Do Before You Die," a travel guide and ode to odd adventures that inspired readers and imitators, died after hitting his head in a fall at his home. He was 47.

Life is short. Go out and do something adventurous.
So much to little time to do it. And these damn cats keep meowing at me making me feel guilty for not picking them up and snuggling with them. Naturally, I have to make sacrifices for the furbabies...right?
"Barack Obama's speech was inspiring." That's all I said.

And then came the predictable immediate response, "I just don't like him because..."

Did I ask? No.

Do I care? No.

You can like whoever you like and vote however your conscience leads you. But that doesn't change the fact that Barack Obama's speech was inspiring.
Speaking of politics...educate yourself.
A full list of Barack Obama's votes
A full list of John McCain's votes
(And around that washington post site for a lot of valuable information on all congressmen and congresswomen)
Last one on politics...I promise...
Sarah Palin? She's a Republican, so I'm already inclined not to like her (just kidding)...but beyond that I know very little about her. What I do know, I do not like. And I have to wonder WHY he picked her. Of all the qualified women in the Republican party, why her?
Steve and I missed soccer signups for Sam. So I sent frantic emails and made hysterical phone calls to the powers that be like any good mom would do. We made it ON.THE.VERY.LAST.DAY. before the secretary was turning in the money to the state organization. I am supermom this year! I rock!
We have never taught our six-year-old about God or the Bible or anything remotely religious. We just didn't know what to tell him. I guess that says a lot.
This week our Animal Protective League volunteers avoided an order to euthanize by moving 30+ dogs to rescue. It is happy news, but that's just a drop in the bucket of the need we face. The threat of being "put to sleep" (what an awful euphemism) still looms for so many animals still remaining in our shelter. Why can't people just figure it out and get their pets altered so we don't have so many unwanted animals in shelters?
I want to take a photography class, but I can't find one that would be easily squeezed into my life schedule. So I guess I will stick a pin in that as something that will have to wait until the kids are older and less dependent on me.
This week was the first week of school (started on Tuesday). The first week of a new schedule is supposed to be tough. But this...I LIKE this. I'm up early (ok, that part I don't like too much) and at work at 7 (or shortly after). I have a full hour in the office before anyone else during which I can make coffee, eat breakfast, and read without interruption. I work straight through until 2:55 when I get to leave to pick Sam up from school. Because Myles is at daycare until his father picks him up right now, Sam and I get time together without baby interruption. It's actually quite lovely and has me rethinking the plan for when Myles moves daycare locations in October.

Our daycare is opening another center closer to where we live and Sam and I will be able to pick Myles up after school. With how nice this schedule is, I'm thinking that we might just alternate days and pick Myles up early two or three days a week, but leave him at daycare until Steve can pick him up on the other days a week. Does that make me a horrible mom?
The Banana Splits are coming back to tv! Awesome!
We won't discuss what I found in my bathroom. I will say that it was thanks to my husband. That's all you need to know.

Frugal Friday

Deals this past week:

CVS #1
3 playtex starter pack 8 oz nursers
3 king size kitkat candy bars (bad impulse buy for nutritional AND value reasons)
$8.15 out of pocket
$12.12 saved
CVS #2
4 12-packs of diet pepsi
2 boxes Kellogs Raisin Bran Crunch
1 newspapers
$16.08 out of pocket
$15.65 saved
Rite Aid #1
5 12-packs of diet pepsi
2 18oz Jif peanut butter
1 Duck EZ start packing tape
2 oust surface/air clean
1 4-pack Duracell D batteries
2 3-pack Schick Quattro razors
1 Pert Plus shampoo/conditioner
$30.96 out of pocket
$18.48 saved
Anticipated rebates of $4.50
Rite Aid #2
1 Gillette Body wash (with free face wash trial)
$3.77 out of pocket
$1.00 saved
Anticipated rebate of $2.00
2 bags Brach's candy corn
5 12-packs diet pepsi
2 12-packs angel soft double rolls
2 boxes (60) puffs
2 Glade scented oil refills
4 crest w/scope toothpaste
2 glade scented oil plug-ins
2-pack Lysol wipes
2 10.3oz Dawn dishwashing detergent
1 suave aerosol antiperspirant
2 8-pack crayola crayons
$51.47 out of pocket
$39.62 saved
Anticipated rebates of $6.50
CVS #3
2 36-count Stayfree Ultra
2 Colgate 360 toothbrushes
1 CVS mouthwash
$4.32 out of pocket
$20.61 saved
CVS #4
1 100-count Playtes drop-ins liners
1 Huggies newborn wipes (mega)
$8.72 out of pocket
$8.80 saved
Grocery store
$144.44 out of pocket
$53.59 saved

Total out of pocket $267.91 (almost half of which was groceries)
Total saved $169.87 (another trip to the grocery store with extra left over)
$13 earned in rebates (delayed savings)

Lessons learned...
1. Pay attention to coupon expiration dates.
2. If you see a sale and you have the coupon, go for the deal. Next week may be better...but it probably won't.
3. Take ALL your coupons with you when you shop, even if they're not part of your planned deal. You never know when you'll see an unadvertised special and think, "I have a coupon for this that would make it a killer deal...but it's at home."
4. Rather than planning a menu each week and shopping for the menu, adjust your grocery store shopping mentality to stock up when there is a good sale and then plan your menu from what you already have in the freezer/pantry. Use fresh veggies and fruits to add variety. Stock up on non-grocery items too...deoderant, toothpaste, etc. Nothing ruins a budget more than that, "Hey, honey, I'm almost out of shampoo and deoderant." But it on sale and keep it in the cupboard so you're not stuck paying full price when he runs out.
5. Shop small deals more often. You save more money than trying to do all your shopping in one trip. Gas cost is a consideration, but I'm usually in town two or three times a week anyway, so I just plan to shop then.
6. COMPARE PRICES. A deal at CVS is only a deal if it beats the deal at Rite Aid on the same item.
7. Baby formula is crazy expensive. So stock up when it's on sale. This is part of what caused the high grocery bill this week...and I suspect it will be similar when I stock up on diapers.

Read and follow other peoples' tips for saving money.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

I am thankful

Tash wrote a great entry over at Glow in the Woods and she asked

In retrospect, comparatively speaking (or perhaps not at all), are you at all, remotely, even a teeny bit thankful for anything that happened surrounding the death of your baby/-ies? And believe me, it's fine if you say "No. Not a fucking thing. Are you crazy?"

This is a subject I've been thinking about lately.

I AM thankful but I just haven't been able to say it.

The words are stuck in my throat like a big piece of soggy half-chewed bread and I just can not choke them out. I tried once or twice to no avail...ripping up multiple thank you cards...deleting more than one thank you email...nearly hyperventilating at the thought of saying thank you in person.

I can't get over the tail end of the thank you...Thank you for (insert kindness here) after my baby died.

I can't help but feel like I shouldn't HAVE TO be thankful and therefore I resent that I AM thankful. Everytime I think about being thankful to anyone, I can't help but finish it with, "But I hate it...every bit of it." It doesn't make sense outside of my head, I'm sure.

Lately, though, it has felt like now is the time to let the qualifiers go and just be thankful. So let's see what I can do here...

I am thankful for my husband for a million different reasons.

I am thankful that my pregnancies with both boys were easy (some might say perfect). I am thankful for the time I got to know and share space with them.

I am thankful for the nurses who talked with us and not AT us. They made us feel normal when this big horrible abnormal thing was happening to us. I am thankful they took the time to anticipate that we would want footprints and photographs.

I am thankful that giving birth to Alex and Travis did not require surgery. It was hard enough leaving the hospital without my babies. I do not think I could have survived if I had to recover from a c-section as well.

I am thankful for the doctor who delivered Travis and his understanding that I could not cope with milk production. I do not remember the name of the drug, but it is my opinion that it should be prescribed to every loss mama.

I am thankful for the funeral director and his assistant (whose son's name is Alex) for their kindness. I am thankful they gave me a lock of Alex's hair to keep and placed a few treasured possessions from his family with him.

I am thankful for my family who stood by me and offered me their love, knowing I wasn't capable of returning it at the time. They loved me when I was at my worst and I know my worst was pretty bad. I am thankful they remembered who I was and saw me through to who I am.

I am thankful for those who stood beside us as we buried our sweet baby boys.

I am thankful for our friends in real life and online who called or emailed or sent us snail mail. They surrounded us with love and support and kind words. We weren't nice to be around and yet they remained tenacious in their belief that we were worth it.

I am thankful for my job and my many volunteer distractions. It kept my mind from sinking into the deepest darkest pit that ever existed for me.

I am thankful for the answers as to the biologic reasons Alex and Travis died. They are scary and horrible and bring a lot of complicated guilt feelings with them. But having these answers is better than only having questions for the rest of my life.

I am thankful for a beautiful cemetery where I can go and experience peaceful moments thinking of our boys.

I am thankful Alex isn't alone.

I am thankful for my new perspective. Before this happened, I tended to think in terms of black and white...right and wrong...cause and effect. This has taught me that I don't have all the answers and I shouldn't be so quick to judge. It has softened me and made me a more empathetic human being.

I am thankful that I live in a place where this will most likely be the worst thing to ever happen to me.

I am thankful for Dr. A. and his kindness all last year while I was pregnant again.

I am thankful that this wasn't the end. I am thankful for our sweet Myles.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Whiskers on Wednesday

Introducing Anakin...

and Obi-Wan...

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

I love this guy

Joe Biden

It's almost funny how politicians work so hard to "find common ground" with the American voter while shared human experience is pushed into the background, to only be spoken of in hushed whispers. I did not know that Joe Biden lost his first wife and his young daughter in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. Below is a rare interview about the subject that he gave late last year. I am posting it here because it resonates with me, particularly the part about how many people are out there dealing with the shared experience of grief...putting one foot in front of the other. It reminded me of this little community we've developed here on the internet...all of us walking a similar foot in front of the other.

Biden: Five years after this no one man deserves one great love, let alone two. I met and married my wife of 30 years who actually put my life back together again and put my family back together again.

But you know, when something like that happens to you. It's like there's a big black hole in your chest, and you feel like you're being sucked in to that black hole. You feel like there isn't anything that will ever get better again in your life. But my mom has an expression, she said God sends no cross that you cannot bear, and she said, I remember literally the week of the accident her saying "Joey, out of everything horrible something good will come if you look hard enough." And I thought that was the cruelest thing in the world someone could say, but it's true.

Obviously I wished it never, ever, ever happened, but my sons and I, it's like a steel belt that runs through our chest connecting us. My family is so strong, and I really believe and my wife Jill of 30 years believes that Neilia my wife, is looking down on us. You just never, it never leaves, but there comes a time and it happens earlier than you think, there comes a time when the memory brings a smile to your lips rather than a tear to your eyes. And so many people have gone through tough stuff, but I had family.

When I went through it I had people helping me. It has taught me that I have such intense admiration for people who are alone and these things happen to and they fight. There are so many people right outside this library, this morning got up, put one foot in front of the other, dealing with crisis that were similar to mine and they do. And they do it for their kids and they do it for their family and they do it without the kind of help I had. I was really lucky. I just had an awful lot of people to help me and they were my family.

I'm not very good talking about it as you can see, but I know there is a continuum. I know that God is -- there's a giant piece of my deceased daughter, a giant piece of my deceased wife that is in me and in my children and in my wife.


Ready to go

He's all set to go. We visited the school and found his new classroom. He tried out his new desk. Yesterday he got a new haircut. His bookbag is packed with all his carefully labeled supplies. He has money in his lunch account (so we don't have to worry about envelopes. I remembered a note stating that he wouldn't be riding the bus. I still have to get him new shoes and a note from the doctor for his inhaler use (please, please, please do not have an asthma attack today without it). I'm feeling ok after some early morning tears as I drove past the school on my way to work. We'll see what pickup this afternoon brings.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Mutt Monday


1st grade school supplies list

1. Box of 8 crayons only

We request only 8 crayons, as many directions are color coded, and it makes it less confusing for your child to follow the directions.

Apparently it is just presumed that when you enter the 1st grade, you are an idiot. But then again, I'm still confused by the difference between brown and burnt sienna. Can I blame my parents for sending me to school with more than 8 crayons in the first grade?

11. Container of Clorox Disinfecting Wipes

They're getting Lysol. I got a good deal and they're just going to have to live with it.

Tomorrow's assignment for mommy...find a blue pencil box. You know I'm going to encounter every color BUT blue, right? you really think I need to put my child's name on each item as the supply list indicates? I really don't see myself trying to write his name on scissors...or a glue stick. But I will reluctantly break out the Sharpie if the consensus says that I must.

(By the way...keep your stories coming in the comments. I love knowing that I am not alone in my misery and they're really good for a laugh or two.)

Friday, August 22, 2008

Miscellaneous thoughts

I have tried and tried and tried to stick with regular features on this blog, but I guess I don't conform to structure so well.

Whiskers on Wednesday (there may be new additions coming soon...stay tuned)
Wordless Wednesday (which may or may not include whiskers)
Photo Friday
Frugal Friday
Miscellaneous thoughts (Friday)

I think I'm also going to institute a Mutt Monday to highlight a dog who needs adoption. Easy thought entry each Monday. I should be able to do it, right?

And I think I'm going to do Perfect Moment Mondays. Near as I can tell, the only rule is to post a perfect moment on Monday (the moment doesn't have to actually happen on Monday).

I would love to participate in Thursday Thirteen, but am afraid I'm just not that interesting.
"I don't want to go to first grade."

I just received an email advertisement for a $1200 chair called "the attorney chair." Clearly, these people do not understand the salary of a public servant.
If you watch the TV show "Flipping Out," you'll be happy to know that Zoila made $10,000 on her portrait. I just want to know who bought that horrible thing.
In the face of ever-increasing gasoline prices, I have had to limit my over-the-road animal rescue efforts. But I think it's going to end up being good for me, as I am now becoming much more active with my local shelter. Good works start at home, right?

However, it is so hard to come home at night knowing that those beautiful creatures must live and sleep (and possibly die) in that horrible shelter. It's a nice enough facility...but it's still a shelter.

See those guys over on the flickr badge on my sidebar? Aren't they sweet and cute and cuddly? They need homes.
I found a job posting I am very interested in. I know I should stay where I am for now because of all the intangible benefits, but I hate this job. I really really hate it. I fear that if I have to suck it up and stay for much longer I just may go off my nut.
I'm 36 years old and I feel silly...but I love facebook. Seriously. Stop laughing.
Attention scrappers! I hate to tell people, because it lessens the odds of me winning, but there is an AWESOME contest going on at VanillaJoy. Add a comment and you're in! Easy peasy! And a fun blog to read regularly too!

A new read

I have found a few new blogs to read today (as if my blogroll of 548 gets satisfactory attention already). This one is my favorite... Living Oprah.

Philosophical beliefs

I try not to talk about "right" and "wrong" parenting decisions here because I'm firmly entrenched in the "only you know what works for your family" camp (so long as we're not talking abuse or neglect). Breastfeeding/bottlefeeding, cloth/disposable diapers, pacifier/no pacifier, when to start solid foods, etc...all negotiable topics as far as I'm concerned.

But I'm going to break my own rule here and say that I think everyone should read this CDC Press Release about measles/vaccination.

And that is all I will say on this topic.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Let the 1st grade adventures begin!

So I spent all last year with the impression that it was the teacher. Now I'm beginning to think it's the whole school.

School starts Tuesday. As of today there are no teacher assignments mailed out...and no bus schedules posted or printed anywhere. It appears that communication is not this school's strong suit. We would most definitely change schools if this one weren't academically the best in our district (we can't afford private school).

So Steve called today and was informed that the teacher assignments "had just been made" and the bussing staff are having a meeting tomorrow (at which they will presumably finalize a schedule that will be posted online and printed in the paper). The school secretary very kindly looked up Sam's teacher assignment and told us that we could visit anytime with him in order to find his classroom, etc. She also "guessed" Sam's bus schedule "based on last year's bus schedule." Her "guess" leads us to believe he would be the first child picked up in the morning and would ride the school bus for almost an hour (to a school that is ten minutes away). A six-year-old on a bus for almost an hour sounds like a recipe for trouble to Steve and I. Looks like he's not riding the bus again this year.

Nice to know this stuff ahead of time. Did I mention that school starts Tuesday?

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Where do I go from here?

"It's hard to guess where your life is going to be after something like this happens..."

Though the hospital commercial was about a woman who suffered a leg injury and was worried she would never go sailing again (big surprise...she's just fine thanks to the hospital), this bit jumped out at me. It's hard to guess where your life is going to be after something like this happens. Ain't that the truth? It's so hard to guess. I was frozen for what seemed like an eternity wondering who I was going to be AFTER. How I was going to live my life AFTER.

The jarring reality of today is that I am the same damn person I was BEFORE and my life hasn't changed a whole hell of a lot...and I'm not entirely sure I like it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I don't like it and that this is the source of my general feeling of dissatisfaction-with-life. Why? I LIKED my life before. So what's the problem now? Well...since you asked...

I'm pretty sure when something horrible happens to you and you spend SO much time wondering how you're going to take your next breath let alone go back to living...I'm pretty sure you should encounter SOME sort of meaningful change. I'm pretty sure you shouldn't just head back (albeit slowly and unenthusiastically) to that old life. I'm pretty sure there should be some benefit. Some insight. SOMETHING to make it seem like it was more than just a bump in the road.

Let's face it, my life is exactly how I left it. Maybe a little sadder...but with no major changes. And that just doesn't seem right somehow. Sure, I've made some minor changes. I now participate in activities I wouldn't have before. Charitable work comes easier. But my very soul was shaken to its core. Shouldn't there be something more?

I'm turning things around in my brain again. Who I am. Who I want to be. Where I am. Where I want to be. Where I was too grief-stricken before to really act on anything, I am now solidly sure of myself...I need a change. I need for Alex and Travis to have meant something in my life. I need for them to have shaped my being rather than just passed through it. I don't know why I need this...I just know I do.

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Job search

I will just say that it is very difficult, in this day and age, to find a legitimate job opportunity online. Maybe I'm showing my age, but I remember being able to access reputable online job databases that didn't include "work-at-home" or "investment" scams. Now, that's not to say that these scams weren't around way back when...I remember going to a very nice office building myself for an in-person "interview" that included a sales demonstration of a very impressive collection of kitchen knives (don't know if I ever confessed that one to anyone). But it seems the scammers have become more savvy with new technologies and have the ability to reach desperate job-seekers far and wide.

It's a shame, really. In the midst of the piles of crap, I found a couple really interesting (and legitimate) job opportunities that had escaped my notice. They're a bit old...but I think I'm going to apply anyway. Can't hurt to try. At least I know I won't be selling knives or making investments for a distant relative from Namibia.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Animal lover?

I was talking to husband, who was sitting here.

When I noticed something weird here.

His name is "mousey," and he was apparently just sunning himself a bit under the lamp.

Sam is now crying and saying, "I'm going to miss mousey." That kid has such a kind heart.

The charm of this little tale wore off when Mousey #2 took up residence in the same lamp.

I'm an animal lover as much as the next gal...but come on!

(No mice were harmed during the filming of this event. All mice were returned to the wild from whence they came...hopefully to never return to this particular sunny vacation spot.)

(And yes...I do see the humor in the fact that the first thing I did was grab my camera and take pictures.)

6-year-old wisdom

Sam: Having a baby is almost like having a pet.

Sunday, August 17, 2008


..."are we there yet?"
...miles driven this weekend.
...Starbucks we didn't stop at. taken.
...pounds I weigh (looked at myself in those pictures...ack!).
...number of times I said, "Sam, no," or, "Sam, stop it," or, "Sam, behave."
...worries about the pets left at home with the petsitter. members we haven't seen in years.
...number of times someone said, "Oh, the baby is just sooooo cute!"
...more dance moves our six-year-old knows than we do.
...french fries eaten in the name of collecting Star Wars Happy Meal toys.
...great memories created with Sam (Myles too, but he won't remember them). wishes for the bride and groom.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

14 years ago yesterday

Happy Anniversary to the slug who apparently totally forgot about our years of wedded bliss.

Guess you didn't figure out why I was in such a pissy mood last night, did ya?

(I know, I least he's MY slug. Whatever.)

Thank you Secret Pal!

A lovely gift arrived in the mail yesterday from my secret pal in Tennessee (will I figure out your identity before the end of this thing?). GORGEOUS bamboo yarn from Southwest Trading Company in Sahara color. LOVE IT!

There was also this really cute little figurine of a mama turtle with a baby turtle on its back. Their heads and tails bob up and down on springs. I'd love to show it to you but Blogger is being extremely uncooperative in my effort to post a picture. You'll just have to take my word for's adorable.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Email humor

It's not often I find something funny in my junk email box...but this made me giggle...

One of last week's emails contained a typographical error of one character, inadvertently creating an inappropriate message. Please know that it was a simple accident by one of our graphic artists, and that I sincerely apologize to any who noticed it.

Regards to all,
Patrick M. Byrne

Don't you just wonder what it said?

You never know

We were pregnant together back in 2005 when it all went so terribly wrong. I have been jealous of her ever since. More than once I looked at her and thought, "She's got no problems. She's young and beautiful and has a cute little boy. She has no worries."

Today we had lunch together.

She has PCOS and is currently on Clomid and hasn't been able to conceive baby #2.

You just never know.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

I want to ride some rides

"The fair isn't just about rides, you know."

So I decided it would be a good idea to introduce Sam to the agricultural way of life at the fair today. Now he wants a "bunny rabbit." ACK!

I guess there ARE worse things for a kid to get involved with than 4H. I'm just thanking my lucky stars that they aren't allowed to do rabbit projects until they are eight years old in our county. Maybe the novelty will wear off by the time he's eight. I just hope he doesn't decide pigs or cows are a good idea...

Saturday, August 09, 2008

After all this time

"Your child is 27 months old"

Seriously...Huggies...enough already.

Friday, August 08, 2008

Now that's just wrong

Virtual chocolate.


The world travelling doppler

I bought a doppler that arrived the day I returned from the hospital after Travis.

I lent it to a friend who had a beautiful baby boy.

It came back and I used it during my pregnancy with Myles.

I lent it to another friend who had a beautiful baby girl.

It has been returned.

I'm in the process of examining my own reaction to the darn thing (once I realized what was contained within the mailing box). So I guess the question is...Where does it go next? It seems a shame to stick it in the closet next to the Lovenox I'm storing for no known (sane) reason.

(I think I may start a new category for posts here...insane thinking...though that might be too it seems I may then have to label EVERY post with that one)


If you get a chance (and you feel strong enough), you should watch this interview with Steven Curtis Chapman and his family on Larry King Live. They talk about the tragic accident that caused the death of their daughter/sister, Maria, back in May...the family's journey along the path of grief...and their faith.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

8 months and 2 weeks

"I can't believe I'm saying this because I can't believe it's true...but this boy doesn't have enough clothes."

Yes, we have finally reached that time where the insane baby clothes buying has dropped off and the baby is in NEED of new duds. Shopping because I HAVE TO...another milestone for Myles and mommy.

And please, let's not even consider the sad state of Samuel's wardrobe. Now I know how the traditional yearly "school shopping" pilgrimage came into existence...pure necessity.

Monday, August 04, 2008


My coworker has been pregnant and miscarried twice since September of 2007. Her doctor told her she has a giant fibroid that prevents embryos from implanting properly and she would need to see a fertility doctor. She has moral objections to reproductive assistance (I won't even comment) and was quite vocal about her reluctance to make the appointment. I'm not sure whether she ever did and/or if the fertility doctor helped her or not...but she is pregnant and due in February. She was so excited because at her most recent appointment they told her to "come back in four weeks" and she hasn't been told that in a very long time (her daughter is four years old). I'm excited for her. And yet I'm feeling weird about facing her progressing pregnancy on a daily basis. She's had a rough road and of all the women in my office I think she "gets it" the most. So what gives? More introspection to follow, I'm sure.

***edited to add***
As she was standing in the office today complaining about the smell of coffee making her sick, I realized...She's vocal and she's going to want to talk about it. The morning sickness...the maternity clothes...breastfeeding...

I want to run and hide.

Yesterday she asked me which was more adorable, "Your own baby or someone else's baby?" I was probably too brutally honest when I said, "I guess it depends on how much you WANT your own baby. No other baby seems as cute as Myles does."

I really need to learn to filter what comes out of my mouth.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Miscellaneous thoughts, Sunday/Monday edition

Been having a rough time keeping up with life and this blog. I think I'm going through my midlife crisis early. Yes, it's early...and I dare anyone to say any different.

A few nights ago my husband and I sat in our bedroom together for over an hour and talked. No television. Only the hum of the portable air conditioner and the occasional update from Sam on his Playstation2 progress. It was lovely. Except for the fact that we talked about how unhappy we both are.

It's mainly professional dissatisfaction for him, I think. It is that and so much more for me. He jokes that my "chi is off," but that ain't far from the truth. It starts with, "I'm not a very good lawyer," and ends with, "I'm a fat cow and need to get my fat ass moving." Slippery slope anyone? It's a fun ride...until you get to the bottom and land your ass in the pool of self-pity and loathing anyway.

Anyway...things are a bit stagnant and I'm feeling the need to shake them up. I've had a bit of a realization. When I achieve one dream I need to work for another or I become bored. I don't know if that's something peculiar to myself or if everyone feels that way. But I know that just being happy is...well...dull and unsatisfying. It's like, "OK, jumped that hurdle, now what?"

So I'm kicking around a bunch of ideas with Steve. The list seems to be focused on a change of career so far. I just don't think I'm well suited to being a lawyer. Too many stupid rules that make no sense and affect the lives of people who need help and protection. Sometimes I just want to stand in a courtroom and scream, "Are you f*cking kidding me?" I fear that one day I may just lose it and actually say something to that effect (which would definitely result in an involuntary career change). Better to get out now, I think, and save myself any potential embarrassment.

Problem is, I have so much debt (much of it law student loan debt...yes, I do see the irony) that I'm too chicken-sh!t to take much of a risk. And, of course, there is the consideration of another child. If I have any intention of trying another pregnancy, I want to do it now...while working in my current office. The non-monetary perks are amazing and I know I wouldn't get them anywhere else.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see where this leads me. It should be interesting...if only to me.
Speaking of another baby...funny story.

We went outlet mall shopping the other day and hit up a great sale at the Carter's outlet. I was there to shop for a friend, but I picked up a few things for Myles too. I mean, I couldn't resist the "Happy 1st Birthday to Me" onesie. He's going to be so stinkin' cute in it! But I digress...

It was dark by the time we headed for home. I thought Samuel had fallen asleep and Steve and I started talking (cute baby clothes will do it to you every time). I want another child...but I don't want to do the whole pregnancy thing again. Steve said he understood and I said he didn't understand jack. He said, "If you do get pregnant...all that fear..." And I said, "See, you're already to if I do get pregnant. I'm at, I don't want to be pregnant. The fear isn't even an's the injections in the stomach, the heartburn, the aches and pains, the hair falling out, the not being able to sleep. It sucked and I don't wanna do it."

Sam wasn't asleep. I know that because he informed us yesterday that he wants another baby so that he can take care of it..."but mommy doesn't want to it." I about snorted diet pepsi through my nose.
I have many thoughts about the phrase, "This isn't right." For so long that phrase was my constant companion. Now it seems like blasphemy to say it out loud. But it is still true. How can that be?
I fear I'm going to need to see a doctor soon for my gallbladder troubles. The wine and cheese party from the other night nearly did me in. Blech. I was hoping to avoid doctors for at least a year.
Speaking of the wine and cheese party...while it was fun, I am so glad to have that done and over with. It was only the second time we have had a real social gathering for anyone other than family at our house. The first was the first summer after we moved in. So it's been seven years.

Have I ever mentioned my extreme social anxiety issues? I'm sure you could tell they were lurking in my psyche just from my incessant blogging about other people and what I fear they are thinking of me. If I were a psychiatrist I'd probably venture a guess that it had something to do with being betrayed by two of my best friends during my formative years. Nothing earth-shattering, just the lies that schoolchildren tell each other.

I will never forget the day my friend, Marie, told me she couldn't walk uptown to the library with me because she had to go home. I had a window seat on the school bus that day and remember oh-so-clearly the image of Marie standing on the sidewalk in front of the library, laughing with her other friend, Amber. It was then that I realized I couldn't trust any of my matter how dear. And that has screwed me up for years.

Even now, at age 36, I wonder what the ladies said when they left my house Thursday evening. I fear what judgments were made behind closed doors. I feel sick when I think about why some women chose not to attend. Surely their absence says something about me.

See? Insanity. A friend recently mentioned it is better if you don't assign motivation to people's actions. But I can't seem to help myself.
I forgot to buy a newspaper last week and when I went through my coupon inventory I found a boatload of expired coupons. This money-saving thing...miss a week and it throws the whole thing off kilter.
Myles has been a real joy lately and I blame teething. The rational side of me can't be upset with him because I know it's gotta suck to be in pain and feeling crappy. But if he doesn't stop screaming at me 24/7, I'm going to lose my mind.
We had dinner at Eat N Park the other night. Another diner walked past us on the way to his table...carrying bagpipes.

All I could say was, "WHAT?!?!?!"
I have to get a wedding gift for my cousin that I don't know very well (I don't know any of my cousins very well). Cash or gift cards are always ok, right? Or should I just pick something off her registry?

I did cave on the dress and bought one. I KNOW! Don't be disappointed. I'm still going to make the dress I planned to make...but this takes the pressure off. A girl can never have too many pretty dresses, right?
There is this lady at work who makes awesome coffee in the morning. Then there is this other lady at work who makes awful coffee in the morning. The awesome coffee lady isn't in today. I can't just dump the bad coffee and make my own...can I? No. That would be rude. Right?
The county fair is getting all set up in anticipation of opening tomorrow morning with a 9am flag raising. Just driving by the fairgrounds makes me smile. The rides sit silently waiting for screams of thrills and excitement. The food booths are all closed up...promising treats that are as unhealthy as can be. The animal barns are being loaded with energetic horses and big lazy cows. Cotton candy and motorcross...draft horses and goats...spin till you puke and sewing exhibits. I can't wait.

Friday, August 01, 2008

Where did the time go?

The infant carrier was replaced today by a convertible carseat.

Whiskers on Wednesday (on Friday)

I missed Whiskers on Wednesday this week. But Shamus gave me a great shot this morning. Hey, even the furballs have to recover from a good party.

Thank you Secret Pal!

A green themed package arrived on my doorstep yesterday. Thank you!