After a couple weeks off, the cupboards were pretty bare around here. And Easter dinner necessitated the first trip to Giant Eagle...So I'm a bit over budget this week. But not too bad...and we are stocked up on toothpaste for a while now.
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Giant Eagle #1
3 2-liters Diet Coke
6-pack Yoplait kids yogurt
2 containers strawberries
6 bakery cupcakes (big splurge)
Sugar free Cool Whip
Spent $15.71
Saved $4.67
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CVS
Colgate toothpaste
144-count Huggies wipes refill
2 12-rolls Charmin basic t.p.
2 16-count Always ultra
Playtex tampons
3 Dawn
1 2-pack Crest
big bag Whopper Robins eggs (splurge)
Spent $30.12
Saved $32.24
Received $2 ECB back
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Walgreens
4 Tuf paper towels
Softsoap body wash
1 Folgers french vanilla
1 Oust
6 Garnier Fructis (2 shampoo, 1 conditioner, 2 hairspray, 1 mousse)
Spent $26.85
Saved $12.99
Received $10 and $1 rebates back
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Giant Eagle #2
2 Yoplait gogurt
2 Uncrustables
Van de Kamps fish sticks
2 Hot pockets
Giant Eagle waffles
Gortons salmon
Hot pepperoni
3 Birdseye steamfresh vegetables
2 Pillsbury refrig. pizza crust
2 Sargento shredded mozzarella
Cheese slices
Hillshire Farms Kielbasa
3lbs ground beef
Bob Evans link sausage
Musselman apple butter
Nutrigrain cereal bars
2 boxes poptarts
Rigatoni noodles
2 cake mixes
2 easy mac
2 Chef Michaels dog food
2 cans Chef Boyardee
Spaghetti sauce
Can sloppy joe mix
2 jars pizza sauce
Jelly
Vitamin water (freebie w/coupon)
4 boxes Rice A Roni
2 6-pack applesauce
2 bags 8 o'clock coffee beans
3 Crystal Light
2 Kotex tampons
Eatsmart veggie crisps
Pretzels
Hamburger buns
Light white bread
Dozen eggs
3 pears
Dozen red apples
Bananas
6 Hershey's peanut butter eggs (easter clearance)
Spent $126.32
Saved $51.45
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Giant Eagle #3
Spent $22.66
Saved $2.02
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Friday, April 17, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Thank you Cynthia!
My dear friend Cynthia sent me this lovely "just because" care package. It made me cry it was so lovely. You see, I was up all by myself early on Saturday morning, enjoying a quiet cup of coffee, when I heard the postal carrier drop this lovely box on my side porch. When I opened it, I couldn't help but think of how I first came to know Cynthia. Out of all the awfulness that was 2005 and 2006, the beginning of our friendship stands out as a true blessing. Her kindness (then and now) is inspiring.
Friday, April 10, 2009
#15 way to change the world
Donate to Laura's March of Dimes March for Babies effort...in memory of baby Hans.
It's America's favorite walking event! When you walk, you give hope to the families of babies born too soon or sick. The money you raise supports programs in your community that help moms have healthy, full-term pregnancies. And it funds research to find answers to the serious problems that threaten our babies. We've been walking since 1970 and have raised an incredible $1.8 billion to benefit all babies.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Welcome to the world Baby Liberty!!!
My brother's fiancee was scheduled for a c-section on Thursday but I got a text message from him at 3:45am this morning that said, "OK, so she's coming now I guess."
With bleary eyes and barely functioning fingers, I texted back, "How exciting! Give S our love and call if you need/want anything."
His response cracked me up..."S does not share your enthusiasm."
Yeah...this is the not-so-fun part for her...but it'll be worth it.
Update as I was typing this...
"It's a girl!!! 7lbs 19"long."
With bleary eyes and barely functioning fingers, I texted back, "How exciting! Give S our love and call if you need/want anything."
His response cracked me up..."S does not share your enthusiasm."
Yeah...this is the not-so-fun part for her...but it'll be worth it.
Update as I was typing this...
"It's a girl!!! 7lbs 19"long."
Monday, April 06, 2009
Miscellaneous thoughts - Monday edition
I'm drooling over this...
Isn't it GORGEOUS?!?!
Little Homestead in the City
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Drama seems to follow our little family everywhere. Sam's Little League coach has decided it's not worth the hassle to coach in our league this year (drama with a member of the Board of Directors). He might be able to coach in another local league, but at this point, given the level of difficulty already involved in what should be an EASY activity, I'm doubtful it will happen. Sam's said that if he can't play for Coach Kevin then he doesn't want to play. I'm so glad these idiots are teaching my son such tough life lessons at six years old. Sam had the most insightful comment about it. He said, "Mom...I really wish some adults would just...act like adults!" Out of the mouths of babes.
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Fantasy baseball season is starting! Steve and I have separate teams this year. My goal...just to finish better than his team, The Galactic Senate. Wish me luck!
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I was gone to my first year of college for a couple months when I returned home to see my high school's fall play. Still knowing quite a few of the people in the classes behind mine, I wanted to support my friends. I couldn't even tell you what the show was now, but I remember this one moment following the curtain call when I approached the stage, as was custom, to hug and congratulate the cast and crew. A good friend, B, saw me, jumped down from the stage, and wrapped his arms around me in what was, quite possibly, the best hug I've ever felt. I still remember that hug. I still remember the shock at liking that hug so much. In that brief moment I realized I need people...maybe too much. A couple short months at college and I was literally like a junkie going through withdrawal...for people...MY people...people who knew me and loved me. In that moment I knew that despite what I put out there for everyone to see, I would never be able to survive without intimacy (not necessarily sexual). Yeah, the hard and crusty gal's world was rocked by a simple hug.
Unprovoked by any one incident, I've realized lately that I am feeling that same desperation. Not for a simple hug. Not for anything so easy to diagnose and treat. I miss having a connection with someone that involves more than conversations about poop and/or puke, household chores, and paying bills. I miss that feeling of knowing someone...enjoying their company...enjoying a shared (fun) existence. I miss surprises. I miss being able to just DO something without feeling the stress I imagine comes with the logistical planning for the invasion of a small country (seriously...how is it so complicated to get little people OUT of the D@MN house?!?!). Hell, I miss having the energy to really DO anything. Remember staying up all night and still participating in life the next day? without needing a nap?
And for reasons obvious within my own personal storyline, I miss myself. Though I'm not entirely sure if my internal absence is a result of circumstance or if I deliberately killed that other me bit by bit as some sort of unconscious desire to pay penance for my sins...perceived or real.
I'm tired and frustrated in a lot of areas right now and I don't know what to do about it. It seems wrong to complain about it. It seems wrong to even feel it. But I haven't worn a red dress in so long that I'm not sure that girl ever really existed in me.
Maybe this is what a midlife crisis feels like?
I KNOW this falls into the category of problems some women would love to have and I apologize if you've heard it before and think it enormously self-centered and stupid.
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We hadn't been to a bookstore in a while before Saturday night. Come to think of it, our custom was always to ditch the kid(s) and go wander the shelves by ourselves. In fact, Steve and I wouldn't even really see each other too much while in the bookstore. Talk about a couple of romantics, huh?
Saturday night we discovered how much fun it can be to wander a bookstore WITH the kids. Myles was pretty content to be carried around in the sling...my little observer. He loved the little listening stations in the CD area. And of course, Sam went completely insane with the I-wants and gimmes. Did you know that easy readers are only like $4 each? He got three. Yes, I'm a pushover.
It was fun. And while it cost us a few bucks, I think it's something we'll probably do again.
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No word on the job situation. The only thing I can do at this point is keep working and sending out resumes just in case. This stinks. It really really stinks.
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Posting has been a little slow around here because...well...I've been insanely busy. And because it's "that time of year," I will probably not slow down anytime soon. I need to distract myself...stay busy...avoid the dark emotional pit I feel opening up under my feet.
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Isn't it GORGEOUS?!?!
Little Homestead in the City
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Drama seems to follow our little family everywhere. Sam's Little League coach has decided it's not worth the hassle to coach in our league this year (drama with a member of the Board of Directors). He might be able to coach in another local league, but at this point, given the level of difficulty already involved in what should be an EASY activity, I'm doubtful it will happen. Sam's said that if he can't play for Coach Kevin then he doesn't want to play. I'm so glad these idiots are teaching my son such tough life lessons at six years old. Sam had the most insightful comment about it. He said, "Mom...I really wish some adults would just...act like adults!" Out of the mouths of babes.
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Fantasy baseball season is starting! Steve and I have separate teams this year. My goal...just to finish better than his team, The Galactic Senate. Wish me luck!
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I was gone to my first year of college for a couple months when I returned home to see my high school's fall play. Still knowing quite a few of the people in the classes behind mine, I wanted to support my friends. I couldn't even tell you what the show was now, but I remember this one moment following the curtain call when I approached the stage, as was custom, to hug and congratulate the cast and crew. A good friend, B, saw me, jumped down from the stage, and wrapped his arms around me in what was, quite possibly, the best hug I've ever felt. I still remember that hug. I still remember the shock at liking that hug so much. In that brief moment I realized I need people...maybe too much. A couple short months at college and I was literally like a junkie going through withdrawal...for people...MY people...people who knew me and loved me. In that moment I knew that despite what I put out there for everyone to see, I would never be able to survive without intimacy (not necessarily sexual). Yeah, the hard and crusty gal's world was rocked by a simple hug.
Unprovoked by any one incident, I've realized lately that I am feeling that same desperation. Not for a simple hug. Not for anything so easy to diagnose and treat. I miss having a connection with someone that involves more than conversations about poop and/or puke, household chores, and paying bills. I miss that feeling of knowing someone...enjoying their company...enjoying a shared (fun) existence. I miss surprises. I miss being able to just DO something without feeling the stress I imagine comes with the logistical planning for the invasion of a small country (seriously...how is it so complicated to get little people OUT of the D@MN house?!?!). Hell, I miss having the energy to really DO anything. Remember staying up all night and still participating in life the next day? without needing a nap?
And for reasons obvious within my own personal storyline, I miss myself. Though I'm not entirely sure if my internal absence is a result of circumstance or if I deliberately killed that other me bit by bit as some sort of unconscious desire to pay penance for my sins...perceived or real.
I'm tired and frustrated in a lot of areas right now and I don't know what to do about it. It seems wrong to complain about it. It seems wrong to even feel it. But I haven't worn a red dress in so long that I'm not sure that girl ever really existed in me.
Maybe this is what a midlife crisis feels like?
I KNOW this falls into the category of problems some women would love to have and I apologize if you've heard it before and think it enormously self-centered and stupid.
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We hadn't been to a bookstore in a while before Saturday night. Come to think of it, our custom was always to ditch the kid(s) and go wander the shelves by ourselves. In fact, Steve and I wouldn't even really see each other too much while in the bookstore. Talk about a couple of romantics, huh?
Saturday night we discovered how much fun it can be to wander a bookstore WITH the kids. Myles was pretty content to be carried around in the sling...my little observer. He loved the little listening stations in the CD area. And of course, Sam went completely insane with the I-wants and gimmes. Did you know that easy readers are only like $4 each? He got three. Yes, I'm a pushover.
It was fun. And while it cost us a few bucks, I think it's something we'll probably do again.
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No word on the job situation. The only thing I can do at this point is keep working and sending out resumes just in case. This stinks. It really really stinks.
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Posting has been a little slow around here because...well...I've been insanely busy. And because it's "that time of year," I will probably not slow down anytime soon. I need to distract myself...stay busy...avoid the dark emotional pit I feel opening up under my feet.
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Sunday, April 05, 2009
Book review from a deadbabymama
OK...Twilight was light and fun. The next two were easy reads as well. But after eleven hours (split up between last night and this morning/afternoon), I just wish I hadn't picked up New Moon at the bookstore.
I don't want to spoil it for anyone. But if you're like me and at all sensitive about the dead baby thing...the complex feelings surrounding pregnancy and loss and motherhood...you may want to steer clear of the last book in the series.
There. Consider yourself warned.
Oh...and the Nora Roberts Pagan Stone trilogy...just...don't. Not unless you have some kind of superhuman emotional strength (which I clearly do not).
Damn books.
I don't want to spoil it for anyone. But if you're like me and at all sensitive about the dead baby thing...the complex feelings surrounding pregnancy and loss and motherhood...you may want to steer clear of the last book in the series.
There. Consider yourself warned.
Oh...and the Nora Roberts Pagan Stone trilogy...just...don't. Not unless you have some kind of superhuman emotional strength (which I clearly do not).
Damn books.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Friday, April 03, 2009
#14 way to change the world
Handed down to me in some of my grandmother's sewing stuff were unopened packages of made in the USA Original Rockford Red Heel socks...the authentic sock monkey socks.
I was curious about Fox River Mills, the company who makes these socks. So I naturally Googled them (I actually used the Yahoo search, but I digress...). In cruising their website, I found this little gem and was inspired to make it my cause for this week.
Soldier's Wish List.
Socks that make a difference.
I was curious about Fox River Mills, the company who makes these socks. So I naturally Googled them (I actually used the Yahoo search, but I digress...). In cruising their website, I found this little gem and was inspired to make it my cause for this week.
Soldier's Wish List.You can send socks and a personalized note of support right here via our website. If you have a soldier you want to support, simply place an order via our website. If the shipping address is an APO or FPO, Fox River will cover the cost of shipping. (Choose Free Option).
If you would like to send socks to a soldier on our wish list, click here to browse the wishlist. You can order the quantity you choose from any wish list. Again, Fox River will cover shipping costs.
Socks that make a difference.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
There's no place like home
I generally like it here. It's your typical rural county with very slow and straight thinking...not backwards but not exactly progressive either. And I can generally accept the way of life around here...I don't necessarily buy into it, but I can accept it without too much mental chafing.
So why am I so irritated by the fact that our library system does not carry a single children's book about evolution? (the entire system...not just our local branch...and yes, there are schools within our library system)
And why does it bother me that browsing the stacks at the local library reveals a special sticker designating "Christian" books?
Words on pages bound up in easy to handle form. Not inherently good or bad. Just books.
So what's the deal? What exactly is the criteria used to determine if something is a "Christian" book? I could mock and ask if it requires a certain number of references to Jesus...but I'm slightly afraid that is, in fact, one of the standards of measure.
And NOTHING about evolution? Really? NOTHING? By ignoring a subject do we make it disappear? Is that what people are hoping?
I may just be making a donation to my local library...very soon.
So why am I so irritated by the fact that our library system does not carry a single children's book about evolution? (the entire system...not just our local branch...and yes, there are schools within our library system)
And why does it bother me that browsing the stacks at the local library reveals a special sticker designating "Christian" books?
Words on pages bound up in easy to handle form. Not inherently good or bad. Just books.
So what's the deal? What exactly is the criteria used to determine if something is a "Christian" book? I could mock and ask if it requires a certain number of references to Jesus...but I'm slightly afraid that is, in fact, one of the standards of measure.
And NOTHING about evolution? Really? NOTHING? By ignoring a subject do we make it disappear? Is that what people are hoping?
I may just be making a donation to my local library...very soon.
uh...wait one sec
So now the office will NOT be closed on Fridays. WTF?!?!
With all the bitching and moaning about "government" and "spending" and "blah blah blah," I just WISH people would realize that we're talking about real people's lives here. We're talking about MY LIFE!
I can not live in this limbo forever. I'm so sick of being considered "a possible layoff," as if losing the reference to my humanity makes it just a story...an OK situation. It doesn't and it's not. I'm irritable at the lack of certainty. Yes we can...no we can't...whatever.
And all the while, I'm supposed to be grateful to have a job. Sure there are intangible benefits that do somewhat compensate for the pitiful salary (pennies on the dollar for what colleagues doing the exact same job in much smaller counties are making). But you know what? Intangible benefits won't feed my family.
And if my phone rings and I don't answer it, people feel they can get SNIPPY with me?!?! I'm a public servant and I should be here to serve...and be grateful for it. Because hell..."they pay my salary!"
HA! Just...HA!
I'm feeling a bit like that rubberband you stretch and stretch and stretch...watching the rubber slowly pull apart...jagged bits popping up from what started out as a smooth surface...until finally...
...it breaks.
With all the bitching and moaning about "government" and "spending" and "blah blah blah," I just WISH people would realize that we're talking about real people's lives here. We're talking about MY LIFE!
I can not live in this limbo forever. I'm so sick of being considered "a possible layoff," as if losing the reference to my humanity makes it just a story...an OK situation. It doesn't and it's not. I'm irritable at the lack of certainty. Yes we can...no we can't...whatever.
And all the while, I'm supposed to be grateful to have a job. Sure there are intangible benefits that do somewhat compensate for the pitiful salary (pennies on the dollar for what colleagues doing the exact same job in much smaller counties are making). But you know what? Intangible benefits won't feed my family.
And if my phone rings and I don't answer it, people feel they can get SNIPPY with me?!?! I'm a public servant and I should be here to serve...and be grateful for it. Because hell..."they pay my salary!"
HA! Just...HA!
I'm feeling a bit like that rubberband you stretch and stretch and stretch...watching the rubber slowly pull apart...jagged bits popping up from what started out as a smooth surface...until finally...
...it breaks.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Office gossip
My office will be closed on Fridays for the remainder of the year (which amounts to a 20% pay cut).
My colleague who delivered a healthy baby boy two months after I lost Alex, announced that she is 14 weeks pregnant.
I guess long weekends don't sound so bad.
My colleague who delivered a healthy baby boy two months after I lost Alex, announced that she is 14 weeks pregnant.
I guess long weekends don't sound so bad.
Thank you Rachel!
I love the books you sent! Thank you so much!
I still haven't sent Lucy's last gift. Sorry 'bout that. We're on the sickness-go-round again. Somebody get me off this crazy thing! Anyway...will get it out to you soon (with a little belated 30th birthday gift in there for you as well).
Thanks again!
I still haven't sent Lucy's last gift. Sorry 'bout that. We're on the sickness-go-round again. Somebody get me off this crazy thing! Anyway...will get it out to you soon (with a little belated 30th birthday gift in there for you as well).
Thanks again!
Friday, March 27, 2009
Frugal Friday
CVS
Spent $6.73
Saved $8.12
Walgreens
Spent $14.21
Saved $9.12
Giant Eagle
Spent $75.86
Saved $13.26
Spent $6.73
Saved $8.12
Walgreens
Spent $14.21
Saved $9.12
Giant Eagle
Spent $75.86
Saved $13.26
#13 way to change the world
No, you're not going crazy. I've changed the #13 way to change the world. I had to when I saw this...(be careful about clicking the link if you have a weak stomach)...
IFAW Hunt Watch 2009: First stage closes - nearly 20,000 seals killed
The Canadian government has sanctioned the hunt of 280,000 seal pups...for pelts.
Seriously?!?! Seriously?!?! I can't type with enough force to express my disgust at this.
And then I found Marcelo Hoynowski's website and I just had to do...something.
Suggestions for making a difference...
IFAW Hunt Watch 2009: First stage closes - nearly 20,000 seals killed
The Canadian government has sanctioned the hunt of 280,000 seal pups...for pelts.
Seriously?!?! Seriously?!?! I can't type with enough force to express my disgust at this.
And then I found Marcelo Hoynowski's website and I just had to do...something.
Suggestions for making a difference...
1. Write a letter to save a seal or two!
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Send letters to the following persons and indicate how displeased you are with this slaughter:
Prime Minister's Office
Right Honorable Stephen Harper
Office of the Prime Minister
80 Wellington St. Ottawa
Ontario, Canada K1A OA2
1-613-992-4211
Fax: 613-941-6900
E-mail: pm@pm.gc.ca
The Hon. Loyola Hearn.
Minister of Fisheries and Oceans
House of Commons
Suite 648-S, Centre Block
Ottawa, Ontario
K1A 0A6
613-996-3085 or 613-992-3474
Fax: 613-996-6988
Email: HearnL@parl.gc.ca
Voice: 613-992-0927
2. Sign a Petition to the Canadian Prime Minister , Mr. Harper.
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Sign petitions urging the Canadian government to reconsider its stance on this senseless slaughter.
3. Make a donation to IFAW and help to "Spread The Word " about the Canadian Seal Hunt.
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Learn more about Seals and consider donating or joining organizations that are rallying to end the seal hunt.
To learn more about IFAW’s efforts to end the Canadian commercial seal hunt, visit www.stopthesealhunt.org .
Thursday, March 26, 2009
(blink blink)
Sam: Mom, when the dinosaurs all died, where did people come from?
Me: (sound of my brain exploding)
One thing I know for certain...I am completely and totally inadequate as a parent. And it's a very good thing we're going to the library this afternoon.
Me: (sound of my brain exploding)
One thing I know for certain...I am completely and totally inadequate as a parent. And it's a very good thing we're going to the library this afternoon.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
She knows I know
When Myles was still tiny and needed to be carried to and from the van in the infant carrier, I would sometimes haul out the stroller for the short walk from the school parking lot into the school to pick Sam up in the afternoons. I saw the looks the other mothers gave as they clearly had forgotten how heavy those damn things can be, particularly when baby reaches the upper weight limit. I felt awkward and chalked it up as one of those things mothers do to one another when they have the luxury of a high horse to sit on.
The other day I passed a mother on my way out of the school. I don't know her, but from seeing her at pickup every day, I'd guess her baby is about six months old now. She's generally pretty friendly and smiles or says hello (as I do with her). On this particular day, her baby wasn't with her as she rushed into the school. In the back of my mind, I suppose I thought this was odd because her baby is always with her. Maybe I unconsciously knew something was off before I saw it...I can't be sure. But as I walked past her SUV to get to my van, I saw something move in the back seat. She had left her baby in the car alone. I turned around in shock, to see mom scurrying out the door with her older child in tow. Her eyes locked with mine for only a second before she looked to the ground and her cheeks blushed red. And suddenly there I was, sitting on that high horse of my own.
I know it was only a minute...two at most. I know we all know one another by sight (even if not enough to say hello) and we can identify each other's vehicles. I know we live in a small town where people are generally trustworthy (except for, ya know, the guy who chopped up another guy and is currently on trial for murder). But...
The truth is, I can't help but think how some days I would have loved to leave Myles strapped in the van rather than lugging him into the school...but never did. Tired and self-conscious...I just never did. I compare her to myself even though I know how unfair that can be.
She's always carrying that infant carrier when I see her now. But there is no eye contact or acknowledgment whatsoever. I suppose I can live with that.
Where do you park a high horse these days anyway?
The other day I passed a mother on my way out of the school. I don't know her, but from seeing her at pickup every day, I'd guess her baby is about six months old now. She's generally pretty friendly and smiles or says hello (as I do with her). On this particular day, her baby wasn't with her as she rushed into the school. In the back of my mind, I suppose I thought this was odd because her baby is always with her. Maybe I unconsciously knew something was off before I saw it...I can't be sure. But as I walked past her SUV to get to my van, I saw something move in the back seat. She had left her baby in the car alone. I turned around in shock, to see mom scurrying out the door with her older child in tow. Her eyes locked with mine for only a second before she looked to the ground and her cheeks blushed red. And suddenly there I was, sitting on that high horse of my own.
I know it was only a minute...two at most. I know we all know one another by sight (even if not enough to say hello) and we can identify each other's vehicles. I know we live in a small town where people are generally trustworthy (except for, ya know, the guy who chopped up another guy and is currently on trial for murder). But...
The truth is, I can't help but think how some days I would have loved to leave Myles strapped in the van rather than lugging him into the school...but never did. Tired and self-conscious...I just never did. I compare her to myself even though I know how unfair that can be.
She's always carrying that infant carrier when I see her now. But there is no eye contact or acknowledgment whatsoever. I suppose I can live with that.
Where do you park a high horse these days anyway?
Sunday, March 22, 2009
World Water Week
March 22-28
$1 can provide a child clean drinking water for 40 days
$1 can provide a child clean drinking water for 40 days
What is the Tap Project?
In 2007, the Tap Project was born in New York City based on a simple concept: restaurants would ask their patrons to donate $1 or more for the tap water they usually enjoy for free, and all funds raised would support UNICEF’s efforts to bring clean and accessible water to millions of children around the world.
Growing from just 300 New York City restaurants in 2007 to over 2,300 across the country in 2008, the Tap Project has quickly grown into a national movement. Restaurants, corporations, volunteers, advertising agencies, community groups, local governments and everyday diners participated to save millions of children’s lives.
During World Water Week, March 22-28, 2009, the Tap Project will once again raise vital donations and awareness for UNICEF’s water and sanitation programs. For every dollar raised, a child will have clean drinking water for 40 days. All funds raised support UNICEF’s efforts to bring clean and accessible water to millions of children around the world.
UNICEF’s Role
UNICEF has saved more children’s lives than any other humanitarian organization, and UNICEF is committed to doing whatever it takes to achieve the goal of reaching zero preventable deaths. Currently, UNICEF provides access to safe water and sanitation facilities while promoting safe hygiene practices in more than 90 countries. By 2015, UNICEF's goal is to reduce the number of people without safe water and basic sanitation by 50 percent.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Miscellaneous thoughts
A cub scout mother approached Steve at this week's meeting to let him know that you can request teachers in Sam's elementary school and we should really request Mrs. Gray for second grade, "because Sam is very intelligent and needs challenged." While I'm grateful for the information, I'm wondering exactly what prompted this sharing. We don't really know her at all so she must be somehow otherwise aware of our current first grade nightmare...which makes me nervous.
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I found a "new loss blog" the other day and the author was talking about her latest visit to her OB. Trying to be reassuring, he apparently told her "lightning doesn't strike in the same place twice." I felt like I'd been doused with a bucket of ice water. I wanted to scream...I still want to scream.
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I haven't been to the cemetery in a very long time.
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Myles has new shoes and will be visiting the toddler room for the first time today.
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I was invited to join the Animal Protective League Board of Directors a couple months ago. I became a member on my birthday. Since then, there has been some drama. Old school versus new school kind of stuff...or so I was told. Some people resigned and one person was voted off (I abstained because I had no clue what was going on). Now it seems there are some organizational problems (you know, little things, like following the law)...and my appointment may not hold up.
This comes on the heels of last week's drama involving Sam's t-ball coach. There was a disagreement between coaches last year. It was quiet and did not disturb anyone. Then one coach lies about Sam's coach, saying there was cursing and screaming and yelling...and since he's a member of the Little League Board of Directors, he proposes not allowing Sam's coach to coach at all this year. Now, if it weren't for this guy, Sam would have lasted exactly one practice. So there were review forms to fill out and a meeting to attend...blah, blah, blah.
You know what I would like? For just one freaking thing to be EASY! This is why people get tired of other people and move to a compound in the woods to write their manifesto.
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Myles' first word, not quite properly enunciated...kitty-cat. He is also toying with...uh-oh and doggy (or Daisy...which is the name of one of the dogs...I can't tell which it will end up being).
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Cub Scouts Pinewood Derby Saturday. Please keep your fingers crossed that Sam has a good time and doesn't pitch a fit when he doesn't win. That boy has such unrealistic expectations sometimes...combined with my temper...it's a lethal combination.
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The Spring Interweave Crochet magazine is out! As is the new Crochet! Must get to the store to buy these ASAP!
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What should I plant in my garden this year? I want fresh veggies.
Tomatoes
Peppers
Peas
Lettuce
Pumpkin
Cucumbers?
Zucchini?
Is it too late to sow seeds indoors?
I've got to get moving!
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Ever see the 1984 Michael Crichton movie, Runaway, with Tom Selleck?
This creeps me out.
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I've read Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. I enjoyed them and I am anxious to read Breaking Dawn. OK...so it's not like I'm reading classics...but I'm READING again...so that's something. And there is still a part of me that wants to believe in fairy tales...true love...happily ever after...
Stop laughing!
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I found a "new loss blog" the other day and the author was talking about her latest visit to her OB. Trying to be reassuring, he apparently told her "lightning doesn't strike in the same place twice." I felt like I'd been doused with a bucket of ice water. I wanted to scream...I still want to scream.
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I haven't been to the cemetery in a very long time.
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Myles has new shoes and will be visiting the toddler room for the first time today.
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I was invited to join the Animal Protective League Board of Directors a couple months ago. I became a member on my birthday. Since then, there has been some drama. Old school versus new school kind of stuff...or so I was told. Some people resigned and one person was voted off (I abstained because I had no clue what was going on). Now it seems there are some organizational problems (you know, little things, like following the law)...and my appointment may not hold up.
This comes on the heels of last week's drama involving Sam's t-ball coach. There was a disagreement between coaches last year. It was quiet and did not disturb anyone. Then one coach lies about Sam's coach, saying there was cursing and screaming and yelling...and since he's a member of the Little League Board of Directors, he proposes not allowing Sam's coach to coach at all this year. Now, if it weren't for this guy, Sam would have lasted exactly one practice. So there were review forms to fill out and a meeting to attend...blah, blah, blah.
You know what I would like? For just one freaking thing to be EASY! This is why people get tired of other people and move to a compound in the woods to write their manifesto.
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Myles' first word, not quite properly enunciated...kitty-cat. He is also toying with...uh-oh and doggy (or Daisy...which is the name of one of the dogs...I can't tell which it will end up being).
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Cub Scouts Pinewood Derby Saturday. Please keep your fingers crossed that Sam has a good time and doesn't pitch a fit when he doesn't win. That boy has such unrealistic expectations sometimes...combined with my temper...it's a lethal combination.
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The Spring Interweave Crochet magazine is out! As is the new Crochet! Must get to the store to buy these ASAP!
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What should I plant in my garden this year? I want fresh veggies.
Tomatoes
Peppers
Peas
Lettuce
Pumpkin
Cucumbers?
Zucchini?
Is it too late to sow seeds indoors?
I've got to get moving!
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Ever see the 1984 Michael Crichton movie, Runaway, with Tom Selleck?
This creeps me out.
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I've read Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. I enjoyed them and I am anxious to read Breaking Dawn. OK...so it's not like I'm reading classics...but I'm READING again...so that's something. And there is still a part of me that wants to believe in fairy tales...true love...happily ever after...
Stop laughing!
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
St. Patrick's Day recap
Rockin' the Irish shirts...
So what does a good Irish family eat for St. Patrick's Day?
Why, grapes, of course!
A cheeseburger named The Olde English (doesn't he just look thrilled?).
In an effort to be multicultural...the Chef prepared dinner for the boys...
And I, of the "deported from Ireland" heritage...had this deliciousness...
Hey, it's all about whatever fun you make!
So what does a good Irish family eat for St. Patrick's Day?
Why, grapes, of course!
A cheeseburger named The Olde English (doesn't he just look thrilled?).
In an effort to be multicultural...the Chef prepared dinner for the boys...
And I, of the "deported from Ireland" heritage...had this deliciousness...
Hey, it's all about whatever fun you make!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
My new theme song
It Happens (by Sugarland)
Missed my alarm clock ringing
Woke up, telephone screaming
Boss man singing his same old song
Rolled in late about an hour
No cup of coffee, no shower
Walk of shame with two different shoes on
Now it's poor me, why me, oh me, boring
The same old worn out blah, blah story
There's no good explanation for it at all
Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go, laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
The irrefutable, indisputable fact is
Pshhhhh, it happens
My trusty rusty had a flat
I borrowed my neighbors Cadillac
"I'll be right back," going down to Wally World
That yellow light turned red too quickly
Knew that truck the moment it hit me
Out stepped my ex and his new girl
("Sorry 'bout your neck baby")
But it's poor me, why me, oh me, boring
The same old worn out blah,blah story
There's no good explanation for it at all
Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go, laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
The irrefutable, indisputable fact is
It happens
Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go, laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
The irrefutable, indisputable fact is
Yeah, the irrefutable, indisputable, absoluteable, totally beautiful fact is
Pshhhhh, it happens
(It's peppy too! Makes me wanna dance!)
Missed my alarm clock ringing
Woke up, telephone screaming
Boss man singing his same old song
Rolled in late about an hour
No cup of coffee, no shower
Walk of shame with two different shoes on
Now it's poor me, why me, oh me, boring
The same old worn out blah, blah story
There's no good explanation for it at all
Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go, laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
The irrefutable, indisputable fact is
Pshhhhh, it happens
My trusty rusty had a flat
I borrowed my neighbors Cadillac
"I'll be right back," going down to Wally World
That yellow light turned red too quickly
Knew that truck the moment it hit me
Out stepped my ex and his new girl
("Sorry 'bout your neck baby")
But it's poor me, why me, oh me, boring
The same old worn out blah,blah story
There's no good explanation for it at all
Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go, laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
The irrefutable, indisputable fact is
It happens
Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go, laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand it
The irrefutable, indisputable fact is
Yeah, the irrefutable, indisputable, absoluteable, totally beautiful fact is
Pshhhhh, it happens
(It's peppy too! Makes me wanna dance!)
They're plotting to kill me...or drive me insane
It started off simply enough yesterday.
"Mom, what's that path over there?" Sam asked as we left the post office.
"That's the bike path."
"Can we ride our bikes there today?"
"Not today...how about tomorrow?"
"Great...right after school?"
"Sure thing."
This morning I asked my husband to load Sam's bike and his bike up in the van (I do not own a bike of my own). He seemed eager to help (I should have immediately suspected something sinister).
All day I had horrible daydreams about the myriad of ways I could kill myself on a bicycle. See, I haven't been ON a bicycle in...oh...14 years or so (except for the time I tried Steve's bike at my parents last year and discovered my "healed" ankle hurt immensely when pedaling...not to mention the pain-inducing seat up my butt). I imagined trees and sharp turns and falling down ravines into streams. My nerves were shot by the end of the day, but I soldiered on and resigned myself to life in a body cast beginning before sundown.
I unloaded the bikes and Sam was ready to go go go! I hopped on my bike and pedaled a good three or four times to try to get up some speed to catch up to him. And that is when the fun really began. I turned the handlebars just fine. Trouble was, they weren't tightened onto the front wheel and there was no steering resulting from my efforts. And while they didn't actually come off in my hands, the result was pretty much the same as if I were riding a bike with completely unattached handlebars in my hands. Except if I were riding a bike with completely unattached handlebars in my hands, I would be aware of their inability to steer. This was a complete surprise...and not a good one.
So I tried to stop. HA! The brakes didn't work!
So what does any fat mama who hasn't been on a bike in 14 years do in such a situation? Why...fall over as gracefully as possible. Hey...it worked. I stopped.
So...I call my husband and ask him if he had checked the bicycle before loading it in the van this morning. What do you think he said?
"Oh no! It must have come loose during the winter. But everything seemed ok this morning when I loaded it in the van."
"Did you actually sit on it and try it?"
(crickets chirping)
"You should only need a crescent wrench to tighten it down."
"And is there a crescent wrench in the van?"
"I don't think so." (There wasn't)
So we pack everything up and head home to find a crescent wrench.
This is a crescent wrench...
This is an allen wrench...
That's all I will say.
So after an hour of trying to find the right tool, deciding to add air to the tires, and fixing the brakes myself (heck yeah, I'm superwoman!), we discovered the air pump we have does not work (leaving the tire completely flat). So...we headed off to find an air pump.
The first and third place didn't have air pumps. The second place had one, but there was a quarter jammed in the machine and it wouldn't work. Upon making this discovery, Sam and I just started to laugh hysterically. The universe obviously did not want us to go for a bike ride. At the fourth place, clear across town, we finally found an air pump that worked! Fifty cents for two minutes of air...highway robbery...but we were desperate at that point. Three attempts and one dollar later (yeah, do the math and laugh...you try to get an auto air pump in between the spokes of a child's bike without giving yourself a blast of air in the face...and just as you have it situated the darn thing runs out of time...more than once), we had a decent amount of air in the tire and Sam had learned a whole new colorful vocabulary.
Next stop, the drivethru. Let me say this...chicken nuggets and green ice cream do a lot to soothe the irritated St. Patrick's Day bicycling soul.
Two and a half hours after initially setting out, we finally hit the trail.
Ever bicycled with a six year old?
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
We made it .7 miles one direction before I lost patience and made him turn back.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
I walked my bike most of the way because I couldn't take it.
We made it back to the van, loaded up the bikes, and Steve and Myles pulled into the parking lot.
You know how they say no good deed goes unpunished?
"I want to ride home with Daddy!"
A good cry later, I cranked the radio and decided to boycott cooking tonight, in favor of corned beef and cabbage from the local family restaurant.
Tonight I go to bed with a butt cheeks, work roughened hands, sore thighs, and major abdominal gas pains. But Steve also now knows the difference between a crescent wrench and an allen wrench...and I can fix bicycle brakes.
And I'm still alive. HA! I win!
"Mom, what's that path over there?" Sam asked as we left the post office.
"That's the bike path."
"Can we ride our bikes there today?"
"Not today...how about tomorrow?"
"Great...right after school?"
"Sure thing."
This morning I asked my husband to load Sam's bike and his bike up in the van (I do not own a bike of my own). He seemed eager to help (I should have immediately suspected something sinister).
All day I had horrible daydreams about the myriad of ways I could kill myself on a bicycle. See, I haven't been ON a bicycle in...oh...14 years or so (except for the time I tried Steve's bike at my parents last year and discovered my "healed" ankle hurt immensely when pedaling...not to mention the pain-inducing seat up my butt). I imagined trees and sharp turns and falling down ravines into streams. My nerves were shot by the end of the day, but I soldiered on and resigned myself to life in a body cast beginning before sundown.
I unloaded the bikes and Sam was ready to go go go! I hopped on my bike and pedaled a good three or four times to try to get up some speed to catch up to him. And that is when the fun really began. I turned the handlebars just fine. Trouble was, they weren't tightened onto the front wheel and there was no steering resulting from my efforts. And while they didn't actually come off in my hands, the result was pretty much the same as if I were riding a bike with completely unattached handlebars in my hands. Except if I were riding a bike with completely unattached handlebars in my hands, I would be aware of their inability to steer. This was a complete surprise...and not a good one.
So I tried to stop. HA! The brakes didn't work!
So what does any fat mama who hasn't been on a bike in 14 years do in such a situation? Why...fall over as gracefully as possible. Hey...it worked. I stopped.
So...I call my husband and ask him if he had checked the bicycle before loading it in the van this morning. What do you think he said?
"Oh no! It must have come loose during the winter. But everything seemed ok this morning when I loaded it in the van."
"Did you actually sit on it and try it?"
(crickets chirping)
"You should only need a crescent wrench to tighten it down."
"And is there a crescent wrench in the van?"
"I don't think so." (There wasn't)
So we pack everything up and head home to find a crescent wrench.
This is a crescent wrench...
This is an allen wrench...
That's all I will say.
So after an hour of trying to find the right tool, deciding to add air to the tires, and fixing the brakes myself (heck yeah, I'm superwoman!), we discovered the air pump we have does not work (leaving the tire completely flat). So...we headed off to find an air pump.
The first and third place didn't have air pumps. The second place had one, but there was a quarter jammed in the machine and it wouldn't work. Upon making this discovery, Sam and I just started to laugh hysterically. The universe obviously did not want us to go for a bike ride. At the fourth place, clear across town, we finally found an air pump that worked! Fifty cents for two minutes of air...highway robbery...but we were desperate at that point. Three attempts and one dollar later (yeah, do the math and laugh...you try to get an auto air pump in between the spokes of a child's bike without giving yourself a blast of air in the face...and just as you have it situated the darn thing runs out of time...more than once), we had a decent amount of air in the tire and Sam had learned a whole new colorful vocabulary.
Next stop, the drivethru. Let me say this...chicken nuggets and green ice cream do a lot to soothe the irritated St. Patrick's Day bicycling soul.
Two and a half hours after initially setting out, we finally hit the trail.
Ever bicycled with a six year old?
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
We made it .7 miles one direction before I lost patience and made him turn back.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
Pedal, pedal, pedal, stop.
I walked my bike most of the way because I couldn't take it.
We made it back to the van, loaded up the bikes, and Steve and Myles pulled into the parking lot.
You know how they say no good deed goes unpunished?
"I want to ride home with Daddy!"
A good cry later, I cranked the radio and decided to boycott cooking tonight, in favor of corned beef and cabbage from the local family restaurant.
Tonight I go to bed with a butt cheeks, work roughened hands, sore thighs, and major abdominal gas pains. But Steve also now knows the difference between a crescent wrench and an allen wrench...and I can fix bicycle brakes.
And I'm still alive. HA! I win!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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Friday, March 13, 2009
Miscellaneous thoughts
Please don't get your hopes up. Even though I didn't get to Miscellaneous Thoughts last week, I don't have too much insight this week either.
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Happy Friday the 13th!
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I've fallen behind on my self portrait/photos and my Photo Fridays. I have to break out the camera and really get busy some time this weekend. I should be able to squeeze in a few shots between the APL mall grand-reopening, shopping and lunch with mom, my soon-to-be-sister-in-law's baby shower, and an APL meeting of the Board of Directors. The last time I had a weekend this busy planned, I got the flu. I hope that doesn't happen this time, since Steve's been sick this week with it.
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Myles need shoes in order to move up to the toddler room at daycare. There are so many things about this that I am just not ready for, not the least of which is the fact that I had no idea there were so many cute shoe choices for babies! Sam had one pair of shoes when he was that age...and only because I wanted him to wear them in a portrait (yes, I know, my motivations are all weird). We tried that pair on Myles since they are practically new...and they are already too small! So I must find him a new pair (or a decent pair on ebay). Not that I mind shopping, of course. And really...little baby shoes with dinosaurs on them...how freaking cute is that?!?!
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I wonder why people post things like, "We have to finish our conversation," or, "See you at 3pm," on Facebook. Is it a status thing? To let the rest of us know that you are a closer friend than we are? Are you establishing an internal ranking of friend status? Well...stop it. It annoys me.
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While I'm talking to people who annoy me...
Dear well-built man in a nice warm winter coat and boots getting out of a big Ford truck parked in the spot right near the grocery door...thank you for taking the last close parking space and insuring that I would have to hike...in my impractical heels...from halfway across the parking lot...in the freezing rain...carrying a wiggly toddler in my arms. You must be related to the other guy that does the same thing at my older son's elementary school every.single.day. Who says chivalry is dead?
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Happy Friday the 13th!
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I've fallen behind on my self portrait/photos and my Photo Fridays. I have to break out the camera and really get busy some time this weekend. I should be able to squeeze in a few shots between the APL mall grand-reopening, shopping and lunch with mom, my soon-to-be-sister-in-law's baby shower, and an APL meeting of the Board of Directors. The last time I had a weekend this busy planned, I got the flu. I hope that doesn't happen this time, since Steve's been sick this week with it.
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Myles need shoes in order to move up to the toddler room at daycare. There are so many things about this that I am just not ready for, not the least of which is the fact that I had no idea there were so many cute shoe choices for babies! Sam had one pair of shoes when he was that age...and only because I wanted him to wear them in a portrait (yes, I know, my motivations are all weird). We tried that pair on Myles since they are practically new...and they are already too small! So I must find him a new pair (or a decent pair on ebay). Not that I mind shopping, of course. And really...little baby shoes with dinosaurs on them...how freaking cute is that?!?!
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I wonder why people post things like, "We have to finish our conversation," or, "See you at 3pm," on Facebook. Is it a status thing? To let the rest of us know that you are a closer friend than we are? Are you establishing an internal ranking of friend status? Well...stop it. It annoys me.
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While I'm talking to people who annoy me...
Dear well-built man in a nice warm winter coat and boots getting out of a big Ford truck parked in the spot right near the grocery door...thank you for taking the last close parking space and insuring that I would have to hike...in my impractical heels...from halfway across the parking lot...in the freezing rain...carrying a wiggly toddler in my arms. You must be related to the other guy that does the same thing at my older son's elementary school every.single.day. Who says chivalry is dead?
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Telephone tree
Good news! Word is that Steve's mom's heart cath went well and she should be able to go home tomorrow.
Oh my!
On the heels of my last school post, I get this note today...
No...it's not a joke. This is the actual note (with the name blocked out to protect the not-so-innocent).
I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!
No...it's not a joke. This is the actual note (with the name blocked out to protect the not-so-innocent).
I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!
It's elementary
I thought I was nuts. Making a mountain out of a mole-hill, as my dad might say. But Sam brought home his report card yesterday and I'm just so confused that I think it's pointless to even worry about it anymore.
In the notes section, it says, "Thank you for attending parent conferences. There has been a marked improvement in Sam's behavior." In the columns specifically concerning behavior, where Sam received check marks last time (indicating "needs improvement"), he now received check minuses with "better" noted beside the check minuses. Huh? If a check mark indicates "needs improvement" what does a check minus indicate? and what does a check minus with a "better" next to it mean?
I swear...I never thought first grade would be so difficult...for me. lol!
Somebody please pass the secret decoder ring. Thanks!
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Along the same storyline...I have to tell you about a conversation I had the other day shortly after the parent conference that concerned me so much.
I was talking about my concerns with one of the secretaries in the criminal office (who I consider a friend) when one of the other secretaries who sits behind her said, "It's not Ms. C----, by any chance is it?"
I said, "Uh...(hesitating)...yes it is...why?"
This other secretary rolls her eyes as she says, "Oh, she's just a b****!"
"Why do you say that?" I asked (of COURSE I asked...unsolicited strong comments like this always make me ask!).
The other secretary starts with, "She should NOT be teaching little kids. She has absolutely no skills for dealing with them." But that wasn't all...she went on to tick off three additional points on the fingers of her right hand, "My three little cousins were in her class and learned next to nothing. She has no control over the class and she has no idea how to relate to little kids. She should be teaching fifth grade or older, for sure."
At least I know I'm not totally crazy.
In the notes section, it says, "Thank you for attending parent conferences. There has been a marked improvement in Sam's behavior." In the columns specifically concerning behavior, where Sam received check marks last time (indicating "needs improvement"), he now received check minuses with "better" noted beside the check minuses. Huh? If a check mark indicates "needs improvement" what does a check minus indicate? and what does a check minus with a "better" next to it mean?
I swear...I never thought first grade would be so difficult...for me. lol!
Somebody please pass the secret decoder ring. Thanks!
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Along the same storyline...I have to tell you about a conversation I had the other day shortly after the parent conference that concerned me so much.
I was talking about my concerns with one of the secretaries in the criminal office (who I consider a friend) when one of the other secretaries who sits behind her said, "It's not Ms. C----, by any chance is it?"
I said, "Uh...(hesitating)...yes it is...why?"
This other secretary rolls her eyes as she says, "Oh, she's just a b****!"
"Why do you say that?" I asked (of COURSE I asked...unsolicited strong comments like this always make me ask!).
The other secretary starts with, "She should NOT be teaching little kids. She has absolutely no skills for dealing with them." But that wasn't all...she went on to tick off three additional points on the fingers of her right hand, "My three little cousins were in her class and learned next to nothing. She has no control over the class and she has no idea how to relate to little kids. She should be teaching fifth grade or older, for sure."
At least I know I'm not totally crazy.
news from the phone tree
Steve's mom had abdominal surgery two weeks ago and followed it up Tuesday night with a heart attack. She is now in the hospital for a heart catheterization, which will take place today at 3pm.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Thank you Catherine!
You are awesome! And I will gladly be your dysfunctional yarn codependent!
Seriously...thank you! I will let you know how I do with the hook.
Welcome to the world Baby Eli!
At 9:07am, Choofy Mama posted the sweetest words...
Eli
Safe and sound
Congratulations to the entire family!
Eli
Safe and sound
Congratulations to the entire family!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Yay Lucy!
I know a bunch of us were waiting for the news...and it came...Lucy did great!
I know Rachel is waiting to breathe her sigh of relief for when the rough part of recovery is over. She has always been an awesome mama to Lucy and I know she will get through this part with her typical Rachel style and grace. But if you could please keep her in your thoughts and prayers...I know it would mean a lot.
Yay Lucy!
I know Rachel is waiting to breathe her sigh of relief for when the rough part of recovery is over. She has always been an awesome mama to Lucy and I know she will get through this part with her typical Rachel style and grace. But if you could please keep her in your thoughts and prayers...I know it would mean a lot.
Yay Lucy!
Identity crisis
After seeing myself tagged as "the grumpy one" on a facebook wall photo, I'm having a bit of an identity crisis. Is that how people see me? grumpy?
I'll be the first to admit I'm no Mary Sunshine. And I do have my grandmother's and mother's quick Polish temper. But for some reason I hate the idea that I'm considered grumpy. And so I've been finding it hard to write here.
I know I often share online when there is (or I perceive there is) no other outlet. So this place has become my mental dumping ground. I am most prolific here when I have something I need to work out...some emotion I need to process. When I'm quiet, it means things are going well and I'm happy. I guess that doesn't do much for my image, does it?
I promise...I smile and laugh...and I'm reasonably loveable.
I swear. :o) <---do cheesy emotes help my image?
***Totally editing this to TRY to fix my obvious failings at communication (and quite possibly friendship).***
I am not, nor was I offended by the tagging. I love this person dearly (as much as you can love someone you've never actually met in person). And I do not think she is rude or wrong or anything nasty. It was intended in jest and I took it that way. But for some reason, I just started to think about it (you know what they say...every joke has a nugget of truth to it). This was an honest thought-provoking moment for me. My brain took the train of thought and ran with it. I don't want any hurt feelings over this. Mine certainly weren't hurt...I actually came up with a pretty good smart-a$$ retort that I was oddly proud of (I usually think of good comebacks way too late to be effective). But I digress...
I am resetting the comments here now because I obviously gave the wrong impression with my original post.
And I know why I don't want people to characterize me as grumpy. Daddy issues. Don't need expensive therapy to figure that out. Sadly, I just needed a little reassurance from strangers (since so few people I actually know in real life seem to read here). Yeah...I know...I've got more than just Daddy issues. blah!
I'll be the first to admit I'm no Mary Sunshine. And I do have my grandmother's and mother's quick Polish temper. But for some reason I hate the idea that I'm considered grumpy. And so I've been finding it hard to write here.
I know I often share online when there is (or I perceive there is) no other outlet. So this place has become my mental dumping ground. I am most prolific here when I have something I need to work out...some emotion I need to process. When I'm quiet, it means things are going well and I'm happy. I guess that doesn't do much for my image, does it?
I promise...I smile and laugh...and I'm reasonably loveable.
I swear. :o) <---do cheesy emotes help my image?
***Totally editing this to TRY to fix my obvious failings at communication (and quite possibly friendship).***
I am not, nor was I offended by the tagging. I love this person dearly (as much as you can love someone you've never actually met in person). And I do not think she is rude or wrong or anything nasty. It was intended in jest and I took it that way. But for some reason, I just started to think about it (you know what they say...every joke has a nugget of truth to it). This was an honest thought-provoking moment for me. My brain took the train of thought and ran with it. I don't want any hurt feelings over this. Mine certainly weren't hurt...I actually came up with a pretty good smart-a$$ retort that I was oddly proud of (I usually think of good comebacks way too late to be effective). But I digress...
I am resetting the comments here now because I obviously gave the wrong impression with my original post.
And I know why I don't want people to characterize me as grumpy. Daddy issues. Don't need expensive therapy to figure that out. Sadly, I just needed a little reassurance from strangers (since so few people I actually know in real life seem to read here). Yeah...I know...I've got more than just Daddy issues. blah!
Monday, March 09, 2009
Remembering Thomas
I can not wish a happy birthday to a little boy today who should be four years old.
Instead, I can only look at his picture and just keep wishing, "Just breathe...just move...just cry. Your mama is so amazing and I know it would make her so happy."
But I know the ending to this story was already written four years ago. "Once upon a time" and "the end" tied together in a knot that can not be untied by any force in this life.
So I hope there is peace wherever he is. Because his absence (and the absence of so many others) leaves little peace for us...
...mothers who look at photos and long for the impossible.
Instead, I can only look at his picture and just keep wishing, "Just breathe...just move...just cry. Your mama is so amazing and I know it would make her so happy."
But I know the ending to this story was already written four years ago. "Once upon a time" and "the end" tied together in a knot that can not be untied by any force in this life.
So I hope there is peace wherever he is. Because his absence (and the absence of so many others) leaves little peace for us...
...mothers who look at photos and long for the impossible.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
#10 way to change the world
This week I was involved in the pre-construction meeting for the development of a bike trail between two nice park areas along the Lake Erie shore. It will be a very nice project when completed that I will personally use. So along those lines, this week's charity is the Trust for Public Land.
Click here to explore ways to support TPL.
The Trust for Public Land (TPL) is a national, nonprofit, land conservation organization that conserves land for people to enjoy as parks, community gardens, historic sites, rural lands, and other natural places, ensuring livable communities for generations to come.
Click here to explore ways to support TPL.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Today's revelation
It has taken me four years to figure out why I always feel depressed after my birthday. At first I thought it was just seasonal...lack of sun...too much cold...etc. But today it hit me that my birthday is the end of our family's very long holiday season. I make it all the way through Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, and then my birthday in a relatively good mood. But after my birthday, the only thing looming on the calendar to "look forward to" is May 8th. And then May 11th (I'm not so much about Easter because the whole re-birth theme just makes me queasy and irritable.).
Maybe I'd do better if I made more out of St. Patrick's Day in March and then Earth Day in April?
I just don't know.
Maybe I'd do better if I made more out of St. Patrick's Day in March and then Earth Day in April?
I just don't know.
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Malley's Easter chocolates
Sam is selling Malley's Easter chocolates for a school fundraiser. If you would like to look at his personal webpage (and possibly order so he can meet his $150 goal to earn a ticket to Cedar Point Amusement Park), drop me an email. Provided I know who you are, I will send you the link.
Sale goes until April 6th.
Shipping is probably not available out of the USA, but I don't know for sure.
Sale goes until April 6th.
Shipping is probably not available out of the USA, but I don't know for sure.
Entertainment Tonight
Him: "You know what's so great about the octo-mom story?"
Me: "Uh...(do I really want to ask?)...no...(ok...I just have to know)...what?"
Him: "At least now Entertainment Tonight isn't harping on fat people anymore."
Me: "Uh...(do I really want to ask?)...no...(ok...I just have to know)...what?"
Him: "At least now Entertainment Tonight isn't harping on fat people anymore."
Need your help
I need help coming up with a catchy/funny/semi-interesting team name for my fantasy baseball team.
Yes...it is true...I participate in fantasy baseball. Though, honestly, "participate" is a word used very loosely...since my team generally ends up somewhere in the neighborhood of last place.
Yes...it is true...I participate in fantasy baseball. Though, honestly, "participate" is a word used very loosely...since my team generally ends up somewhere in the neighborhood of last place.
Did you see it?
Texas NILMDTS Photographer, Amber Augustin, was featured on the 3/1/09 episode of Extreme Makeover Home Edition.
I missed it so hopefully I can watch it online sometime this week.
I missed it so hopefully I can watch it online sometime this week.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Miscellaneous thoughts
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I'm a little late with Miscellaneous Thoughts for last week for all kinds of crazy reasons, not the least of which is the 24+ hour flu bug I caught...just in time for my Pampered Chef party Friday night. I hostessed from the next room so as not to infect any of my guests. Hey...I'm just THAT classy.
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I appreciate all your kind comments to my vent about Sam's teacher. I promise I'm not going to hurt her or anything.
I guess I'm feeling particularly fragile as signs of spring start to show up and I know what's around the corner emotionally for me. I guess I'm just not equipped to deal particularly well with stress right now.
The teacher found the form for day 2 of the great communication experiment. Yay her!
Sam did well on Day 2. Yay Sam!
When I picked Sam up on Day 3, he took one look at me and burst into tears. This is NOT what I was going for. And no, I don't give a rat's ass how good it may be for Sam's future Ivy League education.
I hugged him and just asked, "Not a good day, huh?" Between the sobs, I was able to decipher the story...the math pages were so hard he was only able to get one half done...and he didn't even get to start his other worksheets. But he was not put out into the hall for talking. So I assume (which he confirms) that he tried his best but just had a hard time with the lesson that day.
The thing that bothers me is that he came home with the half-completed math page and one un-started math page and two un-started english/writing pages. If the teacher is teaching to the middle of the road...if she is teaching to the LOW side of the road...why was my kid left floundering on the first page? and what is going on in that class that multiple lessons (in different subjects) pile up while my kid is floundering on the first page? Should he have finally qualified for her attention when it was clear he was stumped? These are just some questions I have.
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My husband heard a noise "dragging under his car." He drove to McDonald's anyway (and back home). His right rear tire was flat. Luckily, no bent rims...and he needed new tires on the back anyway.
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When Steve and I were briefly considering international adoption, we were strangely attracted to European Adoption Consultants. Then we ran into their Memorial Weekend at the zoo while there for Sam's birthday...two years running. It's as if...I just can't say it because it makes me laugh anymore...but you know...the universe was sending us a sign or something. (insert hysterical laughter here) But anyway, we've always been attracted to this particular agency for some reason. If we were ever to adopt internationally, I'm sure this is who we would go through.
Imagine my surprise Sunday morning to find this article on the front page of our local paper. And then checking out the website and seeing the hope themed video.
I KNOW! Please tell the universe I'm listening...I'm just not sure exactly what the message is supposed to be other than odd coincidence. Adoption? Crafting like Margaret Cole's mother? Donating for the babies in the New Hope orphanage?
But I do know that at this point I want to highlight that I will be using EAC as one of my causes this year. So many adoption agencies closed up shop in Guatemala when it became impossible to operate there. But not Margaret Cole and EAC. I am so impressed by her committment to the children that I want to help in any way I can. And hey...she's a hometown gal too! Keep an eye out for more information on this worthy cause probably as the #10 way to change the world.
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My hand healed after I finished the afghan project. Definitely need to find non-metal crochet hooks now. *sigh* This getting old business is weird.
So hookers...what kind of hooks do you like that aren't metal (or plastic...I hate plastic)...that won't put me in the poorhouse?
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Gotta go do some work so I don't have to take a full sick day off!
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I'm a little late with Miscellaneous Thoughts for last week for all kinds of crazy reasons, not the least of which is the 24+ hour flu bug I caught...just in time for my Pampered Chef party Friday night. I hostessed from the next room so as not to infect any of my guests. Hey...I'm just THAT classy.
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I appreciate all your kind comments to my vent about Sam's teacher. I promise I'm not going to hurt her or anything.
I guess I'm feeling particularly fragile as signs of spring start to show up and I know what's around the corner emotionally for me. I guess I'm just not equipped to deal particularly well with stress right now.
The teacher found the form for day 2 of the great communication experiment. Yay her!
Sam did well on Day 2. Yay Sam!
When I picked Sam up on Day 3, he took one look at me and burst into tears. This is NOT what I was going for. And no, I don't give a rat's ass how good it may be for Sam's future Ivy League education.
I hugged him and just asked, "Not a good day, huh?" Between the sobs, I was able to decipher the story...the math pages were so hard he was only able to get one half done...and he didn't even get to start his other worksheets. But he was not put out into the hall for talking. So I assume (which he confirms) that he tried his best but just had a hard time with the lesson that day.
The thing that bothers me is that he came home with the half-completed math page and one un-started math page and two un-started english/writing pages. If the teacher is teaching to the middle of the road...if she is teaching to the LOW side of the road...why was my kid left floundering on the first page? and what is going on in that class that multiple lessons (in different subjects) pile up while my kid is floundering on the first page? Should he have finally qualified for her attention when it was clear he was stumped? These are just some questions I have.
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My husband heard a noise "dragging under his car." He drove to McDonald's anyway (and back home). His right rear tire was flat. Luckily, no bent rims...and he needed new tires on the back anyway.
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When Steve and I were briefly considering international adoption, we were strangely attracted to European Adoption Consultants. Then we ran into their Memorial Weekend at the zoo while there for Sam's birthday...two years running. It's as if...I just can't say it because it makes me laugh anymore...but you know...the universe was sending us a sign or something. (insert hysterical laughter here) But anyway, we've always been attracted to this particular agency for some reason. If we were ever to adopt internationally, I'm sure this is who we would go through.
Imagine my surprise Sunday morning to find this article on the front page of our local paper. And then checking out the website and seeing the hope themed video.
I KNOW! Please tell the universe I'm listening...I'm just not sure exactly what the message is supposed to be other than odd coincidence. Adoption? Crafting like Margaret Cole's mother? Donating for the babies in the New Hope orphanage?
But I do know that at this point I want to highlight that I will be using EAC as one of my causes this year. So many adoption agencies closed up shop in Guatemala when it became impossible to operate there. But not Margaret Cole and EAC. I am so impressed by her committment to the children that I want to help in any way I can. And hey...she's a hometown gal too! Keep an eye out for more information on this worthy cause probably as the #10 way to change the world.
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My hand healed after I finished the afghan project. Definitely need to find non-metal crochet hooks now. *sigh* This getting old business is weird.
So hookers...what kind of hooks do you like that aren't metal (or plastic...I hate plastic)...that won't put me in the poorhouse?
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Gotta go do some work so I don't have to take a full sick day off!
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Sunday, March 01, 2009
Thank you Meg!
The lovely Meg revealed herself as my Secret Pal for the SP13 swap with this fabulous package! I can not wait to try my hand at some crocheted socks (I dare not even attempt knitted socks...can you just imagine?)!
Thank you so much Meg! You were an awesome pal and I can't thank you enough for all the delicious goodies!
Thank you so much Meg! You were an awesome pal and I can't thank you enough for all the delicious goodies!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
#9 way to change the world
This is for my friend, Kristin.
I know I don't REALLY have the power to take ownership of a day like this, but I hope you - and the universe - will forgive me for the taking the liberty of stealing away March 9th and asking if you'll consider engaging in a little random kindness that day.
March 9th, for those who don't know, is our son Thomas' birthday. This year would be his fourth.
In his obituary we asked if people would consider doing something good in his memory - no matter how small - because we thought he'd like that. A lot.
Every year since, we've asked people to keep up the wonderful and much appreciated good work by finding ways to make the world a little nicer, a little sweeter, and a little happier on his birthday.
Ripples into eternity, as they say.
It's impossible for your contribution to be too small. If all you do is make someone smile, that's enough. That's all we could ever ask for, in memory of our boy.
If you want to venture back here on the 9th and tell us what you did, we'd absolutely love to hear about it! If you want your act to be a secret, that's fine too.
As always, thank you so, so much.
We still remain in grateful awe of the unending circle of love and support.
Join the Facebook group.
I know I don't REALLY have the power to take ownership of a day like this, but I hope you - and the universe - will forgive me for the taking the liberty of stealing away March 9th and asking if you'll consider engaging in a little random kindness that day.
March 9th, for those who don't know, is our son Thomas' birthday. This year would be his fourth.
In his obituary we asked if people would consider doing something good in his memory - no matter how small - because we thought he'd like that. A lot.
Every year since, we've asked people to keep up the wonderful and much appreciated good work by finding ways to make the world a little nicer, a little sweeter, and a little happier on his birthday.
Ripples into eternity, as they say.
It's impossible for your contribution to be too small. If all you do is make someone smile, that's enough. That's all we could ever ask for, in memory of our boy.
If you want to venture back here on the 9th and tell us what you did, we'd absolutely love to hear about it! If you want your act to be a secret, that's fine too.
As always, thank you so, so much.
We still remain in grateful awe of the unending circle of love and support.
Join the Facebook group.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Frugal Friday
Rite Aid Saturday night (last week's sale)
1 gallon 2% milk
15ct Claritin
2 Colgate toothbrushes
2 80ct Excedrin express gel
1 Pampers
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$23.96 out of pocket
$32.18 sale and coupon savings
Super Kmart Triple/Double coupon
1 Rubbermaid lunch container
1 Loreal kissable lip
1 Crest pro health rinse
2 Crest Whitening Expressions toothpaste
1 Gillette Fusion Power refill cartridges
1 Theraflu warming chest congestion
1 Maalox liquid
1 30 ct. Ludens
1 Johnsons Baby Powder
1 Lysol wipes
1 Pampers Jumbo
1 Chinet dessert plates
1 Clorox any surface spray
1 cheerios snack mix
1 Ocean spray cran-grape
1 Nestle break and bake cookies
1 Dole frozen peach slices
2 Freschetta frozen pizzas
1 Pedigree breath busters
1 Hershey's extra dark bar
1 donut
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Spent 51.79 out of pocket ($15 of which was those darn razor refills)
Saved $48.96!
Would have saved $5 more, if I'd had the brains to use a $5/$50 printable.
CVS
1 bag Lindt chocolates
1 Dayquil
1 Nyquil
2 Post Grape Nuts Trail Mix cereal
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Spent $9.27 out of pocket
Saved $15.08
Received $5 ECB
1 gallon 2% milk
15ct Claritin
2 Colgate toothbrushes
2 80ct Excedrin express gel
1 Pampers
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$23.96 out of pocket
$32.18 sale and coupon savings
Super Kmart Triple/Double coupon
1 Rubbermaid lunch container
1 Loreal kissable lip
1 Crest pro health rinse
2 Crest Whitening Expressions toothpaste
1 Gillette Fusion Power refill cartridges
1 Theraflu warming chest congestion
1 Maalox liquid
1 30 ct. Ludens
1 Johnsons Baby Powder
1 Lysol wipes
1 Pampers Jumbo
1 Chinet dessert plates
1 Clorox any surface spray
1 cheerios snack mix
1 Ocean spray cran-grape
1 Nestle break and bake cookies
1 Dole frozen peach slices
2 Freschetta frozen pizzas
1 Pedigree breath busters
1 Hershey's extra dark bar
1 donut
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Spent 51.79 out of pocket ($15 of which was those darn razor refills)
Saved $48.96!
Would have saved $5 more, if I'd had the brains to use a $5/$50 printable.
CVS
1 bag Lindt chocolates
1 Dayquil
1 Nyquil
2 Post Grape Nuts Trail Mix cereal
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Spent $9.27 out of pocket
Saved $15.08
Received $5 ECB
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
All done
Two years, four months...but it's done!
And because Sam is always wanting to snuggle with me under my afghans, we decided it was a good idea to make this one really big so Jackson and Anderson could snuggle comfortably with mommy.
I will try to get it sent out this week, Steph. I hope you like it.
And because Sam is always wanting to snuggle with me under my afghans, we decided it was a good idea to make this one really big so Jackson and Anderson could snuggle comfortably with mommy.
I will try to get it sent out this week, Steph. I hope you like it.
Worry worry worry...then worry some more
Sam's teacher says he is really smart...and then she brings down the hammer...
loud non-stop talking
can't stay focused to finish work
disrupts other students
Sam has apparently had his desk moved out into the hall (on occasion...not a permanent relocation) so that he would shut up. But even then, he can't keep his mouth shut and he finds someone at the end of the hall to loudly jibber-jabber with across the distance. Yes, he is that kid. At least, that's what I would call him. That kid.
But even with this newest revelation at parent-teacher conferences last night, the teacher still didn't want to send home behavior reports because Sam "is possibly the smartest kid in the class" and she "has some students who have much worse behavior problems."
So...I'm gathering he's bad...just not that bad. Not bad enough.
And this idiotic determination that his bad behavior doesn't rise to the level of actionable just because he's smart...well...it leaves me unable to focuse my anger on him where it should be as a parent. Instead, a hefty serving of what-the-hell-has-been-going-on anger is reserved for this teacher. Other than the brief notation on his quarterly report cards, I have never received any communication from her about my son's behavior. I honestly did not know he had to be moved into the hall...ever. I was totally unaware that he has been disrupting other students. Six months this has gone on (and you can bet your sweet ass that Sam has never said there was a problem)!
I have a couple major issues (and a dozen or so ancillary minor concerns that I won't bother you with here). What are the kids like that the teacher does consider that bad? And regarding my child...how about we stop the bad behavior now so that he doesn't get to that bad? Does this teacher even understand the role she plays in setting up my son for the rest of his educational career? For example, she seemed shocked that we would request behavior reports. I'm shocked that she is shocked. How is it acceptable, on any level, to allow this to continue for six months before you discuss it with the parents? This is completely unacceptable behavior...and it is being addressed in a completely unacceptable manner.
There seems to be a complete failure of the communication system here and while I generally try to blame myself for my child's poor behavior outside of our home, I can't help but think this one isn't our fault. With paper and pencil, email, telephone and texting available, surely the teacher could have given me a heads up at some point? Or hey...here's an idea...she could even mention it when I'm at the school...every day! I don't think it's a totally crazy suggestion, do you?
And now I'm left feeling like I need to do something to clean up this mess. But I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. If the teacher can't keep control of the classroom...can't implement immediate rewards and punishments to reinforce good behavior...what am I going to do? "Remember when you were talking in class six hours ago? Now you can't play Playstation because of that." Seriously? How is that going to work? I mean, this is what we'll do and I hope I'm wrong...but I am fairly certain it's only going to serve to make us miserable at home without having any effect whatsoever on his performance IN school.
***today's update***
Sam completed all school work. Some papers were completed in hallway.
@&$^#%!
He's now been sitting at the dining room table for two-and-a-half hours completing four worksheet pages (three he didn't get done yesterday and one from last week). And one of those he only has to color. *sigh* I just want to cry.
***edited to add***
This was funny too...I waited for Sam in the gym the way I have been trained to do...for ten minutes. When he didn't show, I walked to his classroom door where I found him dressed and ready to go, but waiting for the teacher. She approached me with the above handwritten note about Sam's performance and said, "I promised your husband a daily form, but I can't seem to find it. I must have stuck it in a folder after the conference last night but I just don't know where." I'm beginning to suspect she has trouble keeping track of a lot of things.
loud non-stop talking
can't stay focused to finish work
disrupts other students
Sam has apparently had his desk moved out into the hall (on occasion...not a permanent relocation) so that he would shut up. But even then, he can't keep his mouth shut and he finds someone at the end of the hall to loudly jibber-jabber with across the distance. Yes, he is that kid. At least, that's what I would call him. That kid.
But even with this newest revelation at parent-teacher conferences last night, the teacher still didn't want to send home behavior reports because Sam "is possibly the smartest kid in the class" and she "has some students who have much worse behavior problems."
So...I'm gathering he's bad...just not that bad. Not bad enough.
And this idiotic determination that his bad behavior doesn't rise to the level of actionable just because he's smart...well...it leaves me unable to focuse my anger on him where it should be as a parent. Instead, a hefty serving of what-the-hell-has-been-going-on anger is reserved for this teacher. Other than the brief notation on his quarterly report cards, I have never received any communication from her about my son's behavior. I honestly did not know he had to be moved into the hall...ever. I was totally unaware that he has been disrupting other students. Six months this has gone on (and you can bet your sweet ass that Sam has never said there was a problem)!
I have a couple major issues (and a dozen or so ancillary minor concerns that I won't bother you with here). What are the kids like that the teacher does consider that bad? And regarding my child...how about we stop the bad behavior now so that he doesn't get to that bad? Does this teacher even understand the role she plays in setting up my son for the rest of his educational career? For example, she seemed shocked that we would request behavior reports. I'm shocked that she is shocked. How is it acceptable, on any level, to allow this to continue for six months before you discuss it with the parents? This is completely unacceptable behavior...and it is being addressed in a completely unacceptable manner.
There seems to be a complete failure of the communication system here and while I generally try to blame myself for my child's poor behavior outside of our home, I can't help but think this one isn't our fault. With paper and pencil, email, telephone and texting available, surely the teacher could have given me a heads up at some point? Or hey...here's an idea...she could even mention it when I'm at the school...every day! I don't think it's a totally crazy suggestion, do you?
And now I'm left feeling like I need to do something to clean up this mess. But I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. If the teacher can't keep control of the classroom...can't implement immediate rewards and punishments to reinforce good behavior...what am I going to do? "Remember when you were talking in class six hours ago? Now you can't play Playstation because of that." Seriously? How is that going to work? I mean, this is what we'll do and I hope I'm wrong...but I am fairly certain it's only going to serve to make us miserable at home without having any effect whatsoever on his performance IN school.
***today's update***
Sam completed all school work. Some papers were completed in hallway.
@&$^#%!
He's now been sitting at the dining room table for two-and-a-half hours completing four worksheet pages (three he didn't get done yesterday and one from last week). And one of those he only has to color. *sigh* I just want to cry.
***edited to add***
This was funny too...I waited for Sam in the gym the way I have been trained to do...for ten minutes. When he didn't show, I walked to his classroom door where I found him dressed and ready to go, but waiting for the teacher. She approached me with the above handwritten note about Sam's performance and said, "I promised your husband a daily form, but I can't seem to find it. I must have stuck it in a folder after the conference last night but I just don't know where." I'm beginning to suspect she has trouble keeping track of a lot of things.
Welcome to the world Baby Rosie!
Congratulations to Laura and the entire family on the safe arrival of Baby Rosemary!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Big news!
The MOM Project has officially applied for 501(c)(3) status! Signed, sealed, and dropped in the mail to the Internal Revenue Service!
That means if YOU make a donation (and you're a US taxpayer) YOU can take a tax deduction for a contribution to an honest-to-goodness nonprofit! How's that for awesome?!?!
It was a long road, but we finally did it! Yay us!
A link to the donation page can now be found on my sidebar (thanks for reminding me M!).
That means if YOU make a donation (and you're a US taxpayer) YOU can take a tax deduction for a contribution to an honest-to-goodness nonprofit! How's that for awesome?!?!
It was a long road, but we finally did it! Yay us!
A link to the donation page can now be found on my sidebar (thanks for reminding me M!).
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Do you refrigerate your rum?
It has been quite a day.
I got up early to go to an Animal Protective League meeting of the Board of Directors (of which I am now an official member...I guess that makes me a director). One member was voted off for failing to participate in any meetings since June (he was, no surprise, not in attendance). Another member (who was in attendance) was voted off for, shall we say, unprofessional conduct. Can you say awkward? (From the moment I was first approached about being on the Board, I got a bad feeling from this woman. But I figured it was just my social weirdness at play. Guess not.)
Before I went home, I swung by the bank and then, after a false start during which I realized I only have proof of insurance that expired LAST May, I went to the BMV.
The BMV is the entrance to hell. I'm sure of it.
I stood in line, presented my paperwork to renew my plates, and was told my driver's license expired on my birthday. Great. They don't take debit cards and the checkbook was at home (hence, the initial swing by the bank). I renewed my plates and left hurriedly to swing by the bank again. Returning to the BMV, I (again) stood in line...all the while contemplating the fact that my expired license was issued February 5, 2005.
Before.
I looked so happy.
I remember that morning before work. It was cold and bright...snow turning to slush...not unlike today.
It seems so long ago.
But I still remember all the little details...the way it felt...the way I felt.
As if that little trip down memory lane wasn't fun enough for one day...I (again) approached the counter, presented my paperwork, and paid my cash, only to hear another BMV worker proclaim from the end of the counter, "Don't take any more licenses...I can't get this printer to work." I waited another ten minutes for that worker's futile attempts to repair said printer. No such luck. My transaction was voided and I was given my 2005 license back.
I felt like crying.
But I didn't.
I'm not sure what that says.
I got home and loaded up my family to go pick up an antique sewing machine I got for free on Freecycle. Except my brain got things all confused and I drove to town A...the next town over...when the sewing machine was in my town all along. I only realized my mistake while driving around looking for an address we couldn't find.
Yes...I know.
After getting the sewing machine, which was right near where baseball signups were, we headed home to get the checkbook and forms required for...you guessed it...baseball signups.
Decided to get lunch and then go out to the store (we were completely out of dog food and faced a potential doggy riot if we didn't get some). Lunch from Subway carryout. LOST on the DVR. Baby Myles fell asleep. Hay that wasn't supposed to be delivered until tomorrow...was delivered today. Decided to run to the store. Snow. Went to the store anyway. Bought rum (having to show that damn license) and ice cream. Tried to achieve the perfect slacker trifecta by stopping for pizza for dinner...but the pizza place was closed (at 9pm...can you imagine?).
It's almost 10pm now and we haven't had dinner yet. Armageddon is on the TV and I'm on my second serving of rum (and am enjoying the rather warm fuzzy feeling).
But I still feel like crying.
So tell me...do you refrigerate your rum?
I got up early to go to an Animal Protective League meeting of the Board of Directors (of which I am now an official member...I guess that makes me a director). One member was voted off for failing to participate in any meetings since June (he was, no surprise, not in attendance). Another member (who was in attendance) was voted off for, shall we say, unprofessional conduct. Can you say awkward? (From the moment I was first approached about being on the Board, I got a bad feeling from this woman. But I figured it was just my social weirdness at play. Guess not.)
Before I went home, I swung by the bank and then, after a false start during which I realized I only have proof of insurance that expired LAST May, I went to the BMV.
The BMV is the entrance to hell. I'm sure of it.
I stood in line, presented my paperwork to renew my plates, and was told my driver's license expired on my birthday. Great. They don't take debit cards and the checkbook was at home (hence, the initial swing by the bank). I renewed my plates and left hurriedly to swing by the bank again. Returning to the BMV, I (again) stood in line...all the while contemplating the fact that my expired license was issued February 5, 2005.
Before.
I looked so happy.
I remember that morning before work. It was cold and bright...snow turning to slush...not unlike today.
It seems so long ago.
But I still remember all the little details...the way it felt...the way I felt.
As if that little trip down memory lane wasn't fun enough for one day...I (again) approached the counter, presented my paperwork, and paid my cash, only to hear another BMV worker proclaim from the end of the counter, "Don't take any more licenses...I can't get this printer to work." I waited another ten minutes for that worker's futile attempts to repair said printer. No such luck. My transaction was voided and I was given my 2005 license back.
I felt like crying.
But I didn't.
I'm not sure what that says.
I got home and loaded up my family to go pick up an antique sewing machine I got for free on Freecycle. Except my brain got things all confused and I drove to town A...the next town over...when the sewing machine was in my town all along. I only realized my mistake while driving around looking for an address we couldn't find.
Yes...I know.
After getting the sewing machine, which was right near where baseball signups were, we headed home to get the checkbook and forms required for...you guessed it...baseball signups.
Decided to get lunch and then go out to the store (we were completely out of dog food and faced a potential doggy riot if we didn't get some). Lunch from Subway carryout. LOST on the DVR. Baby Myles fell asleep. Hay that wasn't supposed to be delivered until tomorrow...was delivered today. Decided to run to the store. Snow. Went to the store anyway. Bought rum (having to show that damn license) and ice cream. Tried to achieve the perfect slacker trifecta by stopping for pizza for dinner...but the pizza place was closed (at 9pm...can you imagine?).
It's almost 10pm now and we haven't had dinner yet. Armageddon is on the TV and I'm on my second serving of rum (and am enjoying the rather warm fuzzy feeling).
But I still feel like crying.
So tell me...do you refrigerate your rum?
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The Center provides a safe and caring place where children, teens and their families grieving a death can find the support to heal and grow through grief.
In addition, the Center provides educational and training programs to professionals and others who work with children and teens.
For all my crafty readers...
Quilts, afghans, prayer shawls or lapghans can be sent to:
Angels Embrace
Peggy Wicker
2408 Hamilton Ave
Roslyn, PA 19001
Blankets need to be at least 45" square or a little larger...any type is okay. For older children and teens, a good size would be throw size of 50"x60".
If you would like your "cuddleghan" donated in memory of someone special, please let Peggy know and she will attach that information to your blanket before sending it to the grief center.
The Center provides a safe and caring place where children, teens and their families grieving a death can find the support to heal and grow through grief.
In addition, the Center provides educational and training programs to professionals and others who work with children and teens.
For all my crafty readers...
Quilts, afghans, prayer shawls or lapghans can be sent to:
Angels Embrace
Peggy Wicker
2408 Hamilton Ave
Roslyn, PA 19001
Blankets need to be at least 45" square or a little larger...any type is okay. For older children and teens, a good size would be throw size of 50"x60".
If you would like your "cuddleghan" donated in memory of someone special, please let Peggy know and she will attach that information to your blanket before sending it to the grief center.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Miscellaneous thoughts
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Nobody in my house listens to me unless I scream. I don't want to scream. *sigh*
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I had several client messes to clean up and have been buried under the paperwork required for issuing subpoenas. I'm not entirely sure I like being an attorney this week.
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Public school Valentine's party means exchanging valentines with everyone in the class.
Valentine from a girl in Sam's class...
"I'm glad God made us friends!
Happy Valentine's Day!
The Lord loves us very much. PSALM 117:2 ICB"
Yeah...that's what I thought too.
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Recovery.gov
Say what you will about politics...this is an unprecedented attempt to actually inform the public about the activities of their government. We not only have the RIGHT to know, but our government is actually trying to be proactive and PROVIDE the information. Sure, it's not perfect...but I am impressed at the attempt to move into the new age of information and leave behind the age of "that's the way we've always done it."
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Pet peeve #9562856 = Co-counsel who feel the need to "correct" my work when, in actuality, they are doing nothing more than switching a few words around on the page. It's just rude.
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Myles is 15 months old today.
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Saw this on Facebook and it made me giggle...
The idea is to Google your name followed by the word "needs" with the entire phrase in quotes - e.g. "Keith needs." Post the first 10 you find (that are non-redundant).
According to the Oracle at Google, here are the things that I need:
1. Catherine needs to put her everyday chair in the car when she drives, she still prefers a rigid chair to a folding chair.
2. Catherine needs a sanctuary, periodic retreat from the world.
3. Catherine needs to go shopping.
4. Catherine Need Your Help!
5. Catherine Needs a Man.
6. Catherine.needs.no.explanations.
7. Catherine needs to go home.
8. In order to study manners, the character without manners (Catherine) needs both good models and bad.
9. Catherine needs to be wary of becoming too intellectual and airy, too removed from the personal side of life.
10. Catherine needs little introduction.
Other than #1 (which I don't get at all) and possibly #5 (on an average day...though today #5 is negotiable), I think this is pretty accurate.
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This is how unusual (and I think, pretty) my mom's first name is. When I search for it on Twitter I only get TWO results (neither of which are her).
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We got our federal and state income tax refund and used it to pay some bills that were due. We also were able to get Sam's birthday gift. His birthday isn't until May. I KNOW he's going to love it. I have to find the strength to avoid the temptation to give it to him early.
And yes, I know I just got rid of a bunch of toys...but things have been much better since then. He's actually enjoying some toys I think he forgot he had (now that there is room to play with them without endangering his physical safety). And I know, from experience, that he will take care of this particular new toy once he gets it (it's in line with other toys of the similar persuasion that he has taken excellent care of).
In saying this, I realize that I never got MY birthday present. I will have to correct that oversight today, I think.
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Busy weekend planned. I think I'm getting an antique Singer sewing machine for free off Freecycle. I'm so excited!
Just a bit more to do on the granny square afghan I'm doing for a friend. Ends weaved in on all those darn squares. Just trimming out the entire afghan with a row or two of edge stitching (photos will be shared as soon as the edging is done). ALMOST done. Two years isn't bad...is it?
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The MOM Project officially filed for nonprofit status with the IRS today! YAY! This means that from now on I will pester you all to donate directly through the organization's paypal site...and you can write it off as a charitable contribution too! Double YAY!
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I've offended a friend who I communicate with mostly online. I was sarcastic and made jokes at her expense. It was rude and I am sorry I did it.
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Speaking of friends...I'm having a Pampered Chef party next Friday and hope to have at least a few friends to the house for it. So far there are five or six who are a definite yes. Yay! But that leads me to my next worry...the menu (because after my social phobias have been resolved I must address my food obsessions)...
The "featured" dish is a apple dessert with hot cocoa to drink. I was thinking of having a couple different cocoas (one sugar free variety for those who can't have sugar). I also have a Tastefully Simple Butterscotch Brickle cheeseball I'll serve with graham crackers. Do I want to serve a "main dish?" I was thinking maybe chili in the crockpot...and some sort of crusty bread to go with. Help!
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Nobody in my house listens to me unless I scream. I don't want to scream. *sigh*
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I had several client messes to clean up and have been buried under the paperwork required for issuing subpoenas. I'm not entirely sure I like being an attorney this week.
--------------------------------
Public school Valentine's party means exchanging valentines with everyone in the class.
Valentine from a girl in Sam's class...
"I'm glad God made us friends!
Happy Valentine's Day!
The Lord loves us very much. PSALM 117:2 ICB"
Yeah...that's what I thought too.
--------------------------------
Recovery.gov
Say what you will about politics...this is an unprecedented attempt to actually inform the public about the activities of their government. We not only have the RIGHT to know, but our government is actually trying to be proactive and PROVIDE the information. Sure, it's not perfect...but I am impressed at the attempt to move into the new age of information and leave behind the age of "that's the way we've always done it."
--------------------------------
Pet peeve #9562856 = Co-counsel who feel the need to "correct" my work when, in actuality, they are doing nothing more than switching a few words around on the page. It's just rude.
--------------------------------
Myles is 15 months old today.
--------------------------------
Saw this on Facebook and it made me giggle...
The idea is to Google your name followed by the word "needs" with the entire phrase in quotes - e.g. "Keith needs." Post the first 10 you find (that are non-redundant).
According to the Oracle at Google, here are the things that I need:
1. Catherine needs to put her everyday chair in the car when she drives, she still prefers a rigid chair to a folding chair.
2. Catherine needs a sanctuary, periodic retreat from the world.
3. Catherine needs to go shopping.
4. Catherine Need Your Help!
5. Catherine Needs a Man.
6. Catherine.needs.no.explanations.
7. Catherine needs to go home.
8. In order to study manners, the character without manners (Catherine) needs both good models and bad.
9. Catherine needs to be wary of becoming too intellectual and airy, too removed from the personal side of life.
10. Catherine needs little introduction.
Other than #1 (which I don't get at all) and possibly #5 (on an average day...though today #5 is negotiable), I think this is pretty accurate.
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This is how unusual (and I think, pretty) my mom's first name is. When I search for it on Twitter I only get TWO results (neither of which are her).
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We got our federal and state income tax refund and used it to pay some bills that were due. We also were able to get Sam's birthday gift. His birthday isn't until May. I KNOW he's going to love it. I have to find the strength to avoid the temptation to give it to him early.
And yes, I know I just got rid of a bunch of toys...but things have been much better since then. He's actually enjoying some toys I think he forgot he had (now that there is room to play with them without endangering his physical safety). And I know, from experience, that he will take care of this particular new toy once he gets it (it's in line with other toys of the similar persuasion that he has taken excellent care of).
In saying this, I realize that I never got MY birthday present. I will have to correct that oversight today, I think.
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Busy weekend planned. I think I'm getting an antique Singer sewing machine for free off Freecycle. I'm so excited!
Just a bit more to do on the granny square afghan I'm doing for a friend. Ends weaved in on all those darn squares. Just trimming out the entire afghan with a row or two of edge stitching (photos will be shared as soon as the edging is done). ALMOST done. Two years isn't bad...is it?
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The MOM Project officially filed for nonprofit status with the IRS today! YAY! This means that from now on I will pester you all to donate directly through the organization's paypal site...and you can write it off as a charitable contribution too! Double YAY!
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I've offended a friend who I communicate with mostly online. I was sarcastic and made jokes at her expense. It was rude and I am sorry I did it.
--------------------------------
Speaking of friends...I'm having a Pampered Chef party next Friday and hope to have at least a few friends to the house for it. So far there are five or six who are a definite yes. Yay! But that leads me to my next worry...the menu (because after my social phobias have been resolved I must address my food obsessions)...
The "featured" dish is a apple dessert with hot cocoa to drink. I was thinking of having a couple different cocoas (one sugar free variety for those who can't have sugar). I also have a Tastefully Simple Butterscotch Brickle cheeseball I'll serve with graham crackers. Do I want to serve a "main dish?" I was thinking maybe chili in the crockpot...and some sort of crusty bread to go with. Help!
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
Viral marketing
(I love that term "viral marketing." It's so weird...yet seems somehow appropriate for this.)
Tertia has written a book that is now available on Amazon.
Meet, marry and make a baby: That's how it's supposed to go, right? What happens when you start trying for a family ... and trying, and trying some more? How far do you go to achieve your dream of having children? So Close is the heart wrenching, exhilarating, devastatingly funny story of Tertia Albertyn's battle with infertility. Tertia wanted a baby so badly she went through nine IVFs. Most people give up after the third. I don't think I am being brave at all. I am just too terrified NOT to try again. In her worst nightmare she could never have imagined that making a baby would take her four years, each treatment bringing her and her husband Marko closer and closer to creating their family. During Tertia's journey everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Until, finally, everything goes just right. Tertia is as hilarious as she is irrepressible, as approachable as she is knowledgeable. If you are struggling with infertility, have triumphed over infertility or have felt empathy with someone who is going through this experience, you will find a friend in Tertia.
Tertia has written a book that is now available on Amazon.
Meet, marry and make a baby: That's how it's supposed to go, right? What happens when you start trying for a family ... and trying, and trying some more? How far do you go to achieve your dream of having children? So Close is the heart wrenching, exhilarating, devastatingly funny story of Tertia Albertyn's battle with infertility. Tertia wanted a baby so badly she went through nine IVFs. Most people give up after the third. I don't think I am being brave at all. I am just too terrified NOT to try again. In her worst nightmare she could never have imagined that making a baby would take her four years, each treatment bringing her and her husband Marko closer and closer to creating their family. During Tertia's journey everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Until, finally, everything goes just right. Tertia is as hilarious as she is irrepressible, as approachable as she is knowledgeable. If you are struggling with infertility, have triumphed over infertility or have felt empathy with someone who is going through this experience, you will find a friend in Tertia.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I want to blog
I want to blog but I'm currently buried under piles of laundry, dishes, and work-related crap. Send help. Please.
***I'm so desperate I'm crying uncle and letting the baby play with the dirty shoes. It makes him happy and I have to say "no" a lot less...a win-win.***
***I'm so desperate I'm crying uncle and letting the baby play with the dirty shoes. It makes him happy and I have to say "no" a lot less...a win-win.***
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Valentine's Day
Nobody sent me a valentine.
I spent the morning doing dishes and straightening up the house.
My son went off to his uncle's for a sleepover with video games and pizza without so much as a "bye."
I had a very late lunch with Steve and Myles (that included pecan pie...yum) and resisted the urge to spend money unnecessarily on myself, though I did buy a couple small gifts for my brothers fiancee and their baby girl due in April.
I spent the evening sorting through toys destined for Goodwill.
I'm having a very late dinner (of boneless garlic chicken wings) and watching DVRed episodes of LOST with Steve.
I almost wish I was born during this time...
I spent the morning doing dishes and straightening up the house.
My son went off to his uncle's for a sleepover with video games and pizza without so much as a "bye."
I had a very late lunch with Steve and Myles (that included pecan pie...yum) and resisted the urge to spend money unnecessarily on myself, though I did buy a couple small gifts for my brothers fiancee and their baby girl due in April.
I spent the evening sorting through toys destined for Goodwill.
I'm having a very late dinner (of boneless garlic chicken wings) and watching DVRed episodes of LOST with Steve.
I almost wish I was born during this time...
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Friday, February 13, 2009
Miscellaneous thoughts
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At first I thought I had mysteriously come down with a weird case of eczema (never had it before in my life). But now I think I am allergic to my aluminum crochet hooks and yarn needles. When I spend a lot of time with either of these tools on my latest project, my hand breaks out in an extremely itchy rash wherever the hook/needle rests. I got a similar rash from a ring with an unknown metal content. I don't know...maybe it is just a weird case of eczema.
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A couple years ago we bought a used car. We have spent the last two years replacing almost every part in it. Does that mean we now have a new car?
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My colleague had her baby on Wednesday...weighed 6 pounds 12 ounces, 19 ½ inches. Mother and daughter are doing fine. It's now Friday and we still have not seen pictures.
A colleague in the criminal prosecution division also had a baby. Actually, his significant other had his baby. Bailey Paige was born on February 2, 2009 at 11:52 p.m. She weighed in at 7 lbs. 1.6 ounces and was 20 ½ inches long. And while we didn't even know (a) there was a significant other or (b) she was pregnant, they all stopped by the office the other day and I have already had the chance to HOLD that beautiful baby girl. I can't believe Myles was ever that little.
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I will have pictures of crochet projects soon. I promise. Even if you're not...I'm so excited!
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My cousin emailed me after reading what I blogged about Grandma's mug on my birthday.
Anybody want a mug???
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Whatever else you can say about the state of Ohio...they refund your tax money FAST. I just filed on Saturday and the money was deposited today! Woo Hoo!
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When people say they are frightened of what government has become (or is becoming), I wish they would have to spend a day dealing with what I have to deal with...or what my criminal prosecution colleagues have to deal with...or what ANY public servant has to deal with on a daily basis. Then maybe they might change their tune. Maybe. I just wish everyone would know...we are trying our best to work with what you give us to make our communities better...and we are not your enemy.
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This is disappointing.
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It took us years to get in this mess (I'd guess about eight)...so I'm not expecting a perfect solution in the first month of a new administration...but I have a hard time believing this is the best we can do. My sister is a tax accountant...maybe we ought to let her give it a try. What do ya think sis?
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To those people who say they WANTED to read the economic stimulus bill but were unable to because the online version was too difficult to download...I call bull$#@!. But I'm cynical like that. :o)
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At first I thought I had mysteriously come down with a weird case of eczema (never had it before in my life). But now I think I am allergic to my aluminum crochet hooks and yarn needles. When I spend a lot of time with either of these tools on my latest project, my hand breaks out in an extremely itchy rash wherever the hook/needle rests. I got a similar rash from a ring with an unknown metal content. I don't know...maybe it is just a weird case of eczema.
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A couple years ago we bought a used car. We have spent the last two years replacing almost every part in it. Does that mean we now have a new car?
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My colleague had her baby on Wednesday...weighed 6 pounds 12 ounces, 19 ½ inches. Mother and daughter are doing fine. It's now Friday and we still have not seen pictures.
A colleague in the criminal prosecution division also had a baby. Actually, his significant other had his baby. Bailey Paige was born on February 2, 2009 at 11:52 p.m. She weighed in at 7 lbs. 1.6 ounces and was 20 ½ inches long. And while we didn't even know (a) there was a significant other or (b) she was pregnant, they all stopped by the office the other day and I have already had the chance to HOLD that beautiful baby girl. I can't believe Myles was ever that little.
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I will have pictures of crochet projects soon. I promise. Even if you're not...I'm so excited!
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My cousin emailed me after reading what I blogged about Grandma's mug on my birthday.
As my parents (aunt N and uncle L) and Aunt P were going through the house last fall, they continued to find more and more mugs, especially in the closets upstairs. The mugs in the cabinet - not enough close to half of all that there really were in the house. They even found a box where all the mugs were carefully wrapped for storage in newspapers...from 1992!! I never knew how many there really were. (neither did I)
Also, a lot of the little paper tags were added more recently (you were lucky to find one with the actual Christmas tag in it). I'm not sure when it started, but Grandma made a list of all the mugs and dishes etc in the house over the last few years when she could still remember them. My mom (aunt N) typed up the list a couple years ago - well over 500 mugs with notes on when they got, who/where it was from, and what it looked like (enough to identify it). Mom (aunt N) has been printing off the little tags as they went through all the boxes. I liked going through the antique dishes (in the cabinets between the living room areas) - some were from Great-Great-Grandma F, others still had the $2 garage sale tag on them. It was fun.
In case you're wondering what might be happening to the "unclaimed" mugs (there's probably 100 or so of them still in my parents basement) and other random items - mom's planning a garage sale this spring. Dad (uncle L) keeps saying that anyone who comes in gets a free mug ... make a purchase - you get two! Should be interesting.
Anybody want a mug???
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Whatever else you can say about the state of Ohio...they refund your tax money FAST. I just filed on Saturday and the money was deposited today! Woo Hoo!
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When people say they are frightened of what government has become (or is becoming), I wish they would have to spend a day dealing with what I have to deal with...or what my criminal prosecution colleagues have to deal with...or what ANY public servant has to deal with on a daily basis. Then maybe they might change their tune. Maybe. I just wish everyone would know...we are trying our best to work with what you give us to make our communities better...and we are not your enemy.
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This is disappointing.
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The Congressional Budget Office has reviewed the conference agreement for H.R. 1, the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act of 2009, as posted on the Web site of the House Committee on Rules. We have enclosed two tables with this letter: one that summarizes the estimated budgetary impacts of the legislation and another, more detailed table that shows the budgetary effects by title. Combining both spending and revenue effects, CBO estimates that enacting the conference agreement for H.R. 1 would increase federal budget deficits by $185 billion over the remaining
months of fiscal year 2009, by $399 billion in 2010, by $134 billion in 2011, and by $787 billion over the 2009-2019 period.
It took us years to get in this mess (I'd guess about eight)...so I'm not expecting a perfect solution in the first month of a new administration...but I have a hard time believing this is the best we can do. My sister is a tax accountant...maybe we ought to let her give it a try. What do ya think sis?
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To those people who say they WANTED to read the economic stimulus bill but were unable to because the online version was too difficult to download...I call bull$#@!. But I'm cynical like that. :o)
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Frugal Friday
Out of pocket $6.34
($2 of which was for the Valentine's suckers for Sam's class)
Total savings $27.80
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Not so fast
I THOUGHT I could do something good for someone else. I THOUGHT I was strong enough emotionally to handle something as simple as giving blood. I mean, really, what's the big deal?
But when the nurse tested my blood and declared my iron level too low to make a donation...well...all the old familiar feelings of look-how-much-of-a-failure-my-body-is just came bubbling out. One drop of blood and I'm again lying prone at the bottom of the well of grief and self-pity.
Also on this fine rainy day when my body fails me again, I receive not one, but TWO job application rejections. As if the universe thought I could use an extra kick in the head...the ole one-two punch. I'm trying not to take it all personally, but for the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, enough already.
But when the nurse tested my blood and declared my iron level too low to make a donation...well...all the old familiar feelings of look-how-much-of-a-failure-my-body-is just came bubbling out. One drop of blood and I'm again lying prone at the bottom of the well of grief and self-pity.
Also on this fine rainy day when my body fails me again, I receive not one, but TWO job application rejections. As if the universe thought I could use an extra kick in the head...the ole one-two punch. I'm trying not to take it all personally, but for the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, enough already.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Much better
So I read back over yesterday's post and laughed and laughed. I was feeling a bit whiney...did you notice that? But in the light of a new day, it's really quite funny when Murphy kicks your butt on the day after your birthday. Speaking of my birthday...it was lovely. Thank you for the well wishes.
The birthday recap:
Saturday night we took baby stuff to my brother's house and then went out to dinner at Red Robin (love the birthday coupon for a free burger!).
Sunday morning I got to sleep late and then went to lunch with my mom at Panera...then shopping at JoAnn's and the Baby Depot at Burlington Coat Factory (my brother's little girl is going to be SO spoiled).
When we got back to my parent's house, I dug up some old photos from their collections (school, attorney swearing in, baby shower...some big moments that I seemed to lack photos of myself). Things I noticed: (1)I have never had any fashion sense; (2)The lack of fashion sense extends to my choices in eyeglasses; (3)I have worn almost every hairstyle under the sun at one time or another...and not very many of them looked good on me; (3)I'm a dork and always feel the need to make weird faces/gestures when my photo is being taken; (4)Growing up, my sister and brother were just as geeky as I was (sorry Becks...it's true).
At my parent's house, I also got to sort through a box of momentos from my paternal grandmother's house. She has Alzheimer's and lives in a nursing home now, so her house was cleaned out and sold.
As long as I can remember, she had this mug collection. She would buy mugs whenever she travelled (where the heck IS Wall Drug?) or whenever there was a big event (I remember the Prince Charles/Lady Diana set). She was also given mugs as gifts...from her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She proudly displayed them all in a huge glass-front cabinet that rattled if you walked past it with too heavy feet.
What I didn't know until Sunday is that Grandma kept little bits of paper in each and every mug to remind her when, where, or who they came from. There was the Purde University mini mug, bought as a souvenir when my father graduated college. There was the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame mug given as a gift from a young couple in love who never imagined where life would take them. And there was the Santa mug.
In fifth grade I spent my Santa Shoppe money to buy Grandma that Santa mug. Nothing special. In fact, it's kind of ugly and there are a zillion reasons she probably didn't want or need that Santa mug...but she carefully tore the gift tag off the package, slipped it into the Santa mug, and proudly displayed it in her mug collection. "To: Grandma Henry From: Cathy B______" in my red gradeschool hand printing. She kept that ugly mug and that little scrap of paper all these years. And I didn't know...until Sunday...on my 37th birthday.
Also in the box was a handmade teddy bear for Myles...the second to last teddy bear Grandma made to ever be given to a great grandchild (the last will be for my brother's baby girl when she is born in April)...and an afghan she made that still smells like it should be hanging on the back of her living room sofa.
It felt like I was getting my very last birthday presents from Grandma...and so I cried.
But then I got to go home and share my treasures with my boys...and eat steak and the chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and funfetti they had made together (for me)
...and snuggle on the sofa under Grandma's afghan to watch television together...and put them to bed and kiss them goodnight...and check my email to find birthday wishes from friends around the world (thank you so much, Holley, for thinking of Alex and Travis)...and have a glass of wine and crochet my own afghan for a friend...
...and I smiled.
The birthday recap:
Saturday night we took baby stuff to my brother's house and then went out to dinner at Red Robin (love the birthday coupon for a free burger!).
Sunday morning I got to sleep late and then went to lunch with my mom at Panera...then shopping at JoAnn's and the Baby Depot at Burlington Coat Factory (my brother's little girl is going to be SO spoiled).
When we got back to my parent's house, I dug up some old photos from their collections (school, attorney swearing in, baby shower...some big moments that I seemed to lack photos of myself). Things I noticed: (1)I have never had any fashion sense; (2)The lack of fashion sense extends to my choices in eyeglasses; (3)I have worn almost every hairstyle under the sun at one time or another...and not very many of them looked good on me; (3)I'm a dork and always feel the need to make weird faces/gestures when my photo is being taken; (4)Growing up, my sister and brother were just as geeky as I was (sorry Becks...it's true).
At my parent's house, I also got to sort through a box of momentos from my paternal grandmother's house. She has Alzheimer's and lives in a nursing home now, so her house was cleaned out and sold.
As long as I can remember, she had this mug collection. She would buy mugs whenever she travelled (where the heck IS Wall Drug?) or whenever there was a big event (I remember the Prince Charles/Lady Diana set). She was also given mugs as gifts...from her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She proudly displayed them all in a huge glass-front cabinet that rattled if you walked past it with too heavy feet.
What I didn't know until Sunday is that Grandma kept little bits of paper in each and every mug to remind her when, where, or who they came from. There was the Purde University mini mug, bought as a souvenir when my father graduated college. There was the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame mug given as a gift from a young couple in love who never imagined where life would take them. And there was the Santa mug.
In fifth grade I spent my Santa Shoppe money to buy Grandma that Santa mug. Nothing special. In fact, it's kind of ugly and there are a zillion reasons she probably didn't want or need that Santa mug...but she carefully tore the gift tag off the package, slipped it into the Santa mug, and proudly displayed it in her mug collection. "To: Grandma Henry From: Cathy B______" in my red gradeschool hand printing. She kept that ugly mug and that little scrap of paper all these years. And I didn't know...until Sunday...on my 37th birthday.
Also in the box was a handmade teddy bear for Myles...the second to last teddy bear Grandma made to ever be given to a great grandchild (the last will be for my brother's baby girl when she is born in April)...and an afghan she made that still smells like it should be hanging on the back of her living room sofa.
It felt like I was getting my very last birthday presents from Grandma...and so I cried.
But then I got to go home and share my treasures with my boys...and eat steak and the chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and funfetti they had made together (for me)
...and snuggle on the sofa under Grandma's afghan to watch television together...and put them to bed and kiss them goodnight...and check my email to find birthday wishes from friends around the world (thank you so much, Holley, for thinking of Alex and Travis)...and have a glass of wine and crochet my own afghan for a friend...
...and I smiled.
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