Thursday, December 27, 2007
I am ALWAYS waiting...
Waiting for Pyper to stop screaming.
Waiting for the person in line to order and get the hell out of my way.
Waiting for my allegery med's to kick in - they are taking too damn long.
Waiting for New Years Eve - I will be here with my sister http://www.joedirt.net/tourdates.html
Waiting for Lance to pick me up for lunch because I am starving.........
Perhaps my next post will be Bitchy -
Bitchy because I can be.
Bitchy because my head hurts
Bitchy because I am at work and don't want to be.....
Or perhaps I should be less dramatic like - I am so thankful for....
on second thought no. I am sticking with waiting and bitchy today. Screw the sunshine and carebears. I will try for happy thoughts tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Last night Rylan informs me that I need to mail the list to Santa today. So here I am at work, and no list. The damn thing is still posted on the fridge. Do you think I can tell Rylan that I am going to 'fax' the list to Santa? Or perhaps I can call the list in to Santa's hotline for 'good kids'? ugh.
Also last night I am looking thru Rylan's folder from school and I find a letter to Hannah Montana. Rylan sees me pull out the letter and I begin reading it out loud, Rylan turns red and semi-embarrassed. It reads something like this - Hello, Hannah Montana. I like you, and your music. When I grow up I want to be a rock star, maybe some day we could rock-out on stage. ha!!
I look across the kitchen to Lance who is placed at the sink, we smirk at each other and continue on about our business. Who knew Hannah was so popular? I kind of did, I have 6 nieces who LOVE her, and apparently the boys kind of dig her too.
So Santa if you can hear me, Rylan has been fairly good boy this year. He has been pleasure to watch grow up. Please send me your fax number so I can get this task taken care of.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Me - 'what no good morning, how are you, how'd you sleep?'
Son ' no, just counting down until Christmas'.
Me - 'great.'
I keep hoping that it is all a bad dream, that i really have 30 days left until Christmas. I am half-ass done, as usual. I am a last minute kind of girl - I like to stress out, bit every one's head off and get things done. I get in 'go' mode and kick the project out - I am viewing Christmas as a project. And between shopping and wrapping I could die.
So I was sorting thru my list and realized I forgot to get crap for the teachers, damn, the list keeps getting longer. So hubby informs me he too has some last minute stuff to get. So I asked 'which night this week are you going to go?'
Hubby ' I don't know'
Me ' OMG. You go Wed after work and I will go Thursday'.
A COSMO sounds really good right now.
Did I mention the lady who works for me has not been in the office for one full week in the last two months. I don't want to be the 'bitchy' boss, but we are only a team of two, I need her to be here and be productive. So she showed up today, coughing and hacking. I gave her the hairy eye-ball - you know the one that says ' if you make me sick, I will KILL you'.
I need her here, but I don't need her here if she is sick. I am in a bit of a situation at the moment.
On a brighter note I have taken 1/2 a day on Friday (to wrap while everyone is at work/school), and I am getting my hair cut tomorrow. Maybe a new hair cut will make me happy.
Side-barr * we are having the biggest loser contest at work, I have been wavering about signing up. So a co-worker called me and asked me to be on their team. They started out the call with ' don't take this personal, but are you signing up?' um. Believe it or not there is something personal about that phone call. I ended up signing up. I fear I will have to forgo Starbucks, it is prob best if I avoid all people.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Okay so I FINALLY got my tree up and it looks like a Charlie Brown Christmas tree. But, hey it is up and it has lights on it and a few hangie things. I normally wait until the last minute, because I am bothered by the fact that I even have to put one up at all. We are not HOME, why do I need a tree? We will be in the country.
I don't need a lot of emails telling me that I need one for the KIDS. I KNOW already. So now the kids will have a complete christmas, tree and all. Pyper broke 3 ordinaments last night and two tonight. She took off 4 candy canes, therefore everything had to be moved up higher. This task of moving items higher only fuled my point of ' why bother?'.
So this weekend we are planning to leave on Sat to head to the county. Saturday we are having a family affair. YEAH. It has been a long time since I have seen my family, and this will be my WHOLE family. I could not be more excited. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, family, friends, and perhaps even strangers - who cares. We are all getting together for the sake of getting together. We will hook up a radio, cook some food, and crank out the drinks. I smile just thinking about it. Our kids will be safe and happy. Who could ask for more?
Thanks santa for granting my wish....i needed to see them all.
Did I mention that my brother was going to make it also.....whoa!! He will be in from Arkansas. I am not singing any carols but I will participate in the egg nogg.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Rylan ' I am looking at the girls'.
So, one books is open and the other book has been marked a half naked girl. *UGH!!!
I tell him' you know these are adults books, for daddy only, and you have little boy books which you read.' *okay, I am grasping....welcome to winging it. I kiss him goodnight and move on.
I march up stairs, magazines in hand and drop them on Lance, who is laying on the couch. He gives me the 'what' look. I state ' YOUR son had these hid under his bed'.
Lance half smiles, almost proud. Lance 'did he say why?'
Me 'he said he was looking at the girls'.
Lance 'well, at least he was not looking at the boys.' ha. ha.
Me - 'you need to have a man to boy conversation with him. On an elementary level- nothing too detail. Plus you need to clean out your bathroom and throw these away.'
Lance crinkles his nose ' we will talk and I will clean the bathroom.' *For some reason I am not totally convinced that he will clean his bathroom. This child is 6 going on 7 - the interest in girls seems EARLY to me.
We do not watch adult TV at our house, our favorite channels are Disney, Nickelodeon and discovery. Dirty jobs, food network and dinosaurs. So is this typical or do I have a nympho on my hands? I called my mother and my sister today to inform them what happened. They seemed understanding and half giggled.
I called them because I have 6 nieces that range from 12 to 4. We see them on a regular basis (weekly) our kids bathe together, swim etc. I want them to know he is becoming 'interested', still innocent, so please don't take that away.
But he knows that boys and girls have different parts and now he wants to know more. UGH. It is not time for the sex conversation, but it is time to let the boys not necessary see the girls naked.
It was more of an awareness conversation. ugh.
So damn you FHM for stitting in our bathroom and peaking my son's interest. And damn society for shoving sex and interest down our throats.......
And damn me for being so naive that my son still had a few years. And damn my hubby for being proud that my son is not showing gay tendencies.
*Not that we thought he would, but it seems to have been my husbands worst fear, now he can rest easy.
Did I mention everyone in my home was up from 3:30 to 4:30 last night.
Will we ever get to sleep all night? Anyone wanna trade spots?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Every year I beg my husband to move us some place warm, breezy with a cabana boy and a drink with an umbrella. I would (in theory), get a tan, stay tone and enjoy going outside.
Instead he settles for me being pasty white, flabby (after two kids), and stirr-crazy between the walls of my work / home.
Normally I range between bitch and bitchier - I have layers :).
But in Winter, I am Miserable, so you can guess where that places everyone else.
I have thought about tanning during these bleak months, where the official color is gray. But given my Irish blood, tanning beds are my enemy..... I walk out with a red splotchy face, and burnt all over. I look like a walking candy cane, becuase you can see the lines from the tanning beds burnt into my skin. Not pretty.
Not much of a reprieve. So damn you winter for casting your gray clouds and sprinkling our roads and trees with ice. No fluffy snow here, just slick ice.
Did I mention that 99% of STL cannot drive in the ice/snow.
Someone save my frustrated soul.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Fact - I hear that the fastest way to get drunk is by funneling the stuff thru your butt.
You might want to stop there, today's post does not get much better.
Fact - As a child in grade school I could write with both hands, hence using both sides of my brain. I choose to be left handed (which might explain ALot about me).
Fact - I can touch my tounge to the bottom of my chin, but not the tip of my nose. um.
Fact - I can put my whole fist in my mouth (boredom can make you act like an idiot). The trick is getting it out.
Fact - I have one tatoo (big toe) and 6 piercings. 5 in my ears and one in my stomach.
Fact - last night Rylan asked if he could get his ears pierced. We acted as if we did not hear him.
Fact - I can hit a baseball with my left or right side (switch batter), but I cannot use right handed scissors.
Fact - my toe next to my big toe is my longest toe.
Thought - I think my son will be smarter than me by the time he is in the third grade.
Fact - I went to college to get a degree in dance and graduated with an Accounting degree. I could not leap with my left leg.
Fact - I have an Accounting degree and struggle to figure out a tip. My husband is scared!!
Fact - Starbucks is addicative and expensive.
Fact - I can pickup almost anything up with my toes. I 'think' if I had to I could eat with my toes. Chop Stix might pose a problem. Soup could be messy.
Fact - I am afraid of heights. I can barely drive over a bridge without freaking out.
Fact - I am stalling so I don't have to finish my work. ;)
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Back in November one of my friends had a wedding reception and it was the first time in YEARS that all of my college roommates had gotten together.
In college I lived in a house with 4 other girls, we were a collection mismatched personalities that on an off day seemed to work well.
In the house we had Laurie the tall blond from West Co, Phoong the Asian from GA, Tina the Mexican from TX, Me the farm girl from MO, and Trisha the flat lander from IL. These girls are so much more than being blond, Asian and Mexican, but if you saw us walking down the street or shopping in the grocery store together you saw a melting pot of personalities.
The college we went to did not have frats , so the house was the closest experience we had to being in a soirety. We had to petition for our house, and we named it the 'community service house' * I know how gay. Our house was surrounded by the jocks, the art house, and the dance house. We attended a liberal arts school, so dance and drama were part of the package. In our petition we stated we would do several community service oriented task through out the year, and for the life of me I cannot remember performing one such task. My mind is filled with parties, sleeping in, couch jumping and Jerry Springer.
To live in a house on campus was something to experience. We all lived together for one year......that house holds so many wonderful memories for me. We had our fights and internal squabbles, how could we not....we had boyfriends, siblings, friends and family funnel in and out on a regular basis. Our house was dirty, our bathroom was disgusting, our fridge was normally bare, our clothes normally in a pile on the floor, and our books remained on the table until we HAD to open them. We would all bond over chicken soup (prepared by Phoong), drinks (box o'wine), and sad days influenced mostly by boyfriends.
Phoong was the most driven she slept with CNN blasting in the back round. Trisha the quirky one, we would bond over Prince and Jessies girl. Laurie the most neurotic and always fashionable (I am jealous). Tina the shopaholic (pack rat) and love blind. Me the flighty one, I tried to be driven, but would ditch a class to hang out with anyone interesting.
The experiences we had in that year have bonded us for life. Back in the house, one evening while drinking wine, a wager was made about who would get married first and last. Phoong and Tina fought over who would be last. At 18 or 19 I don't believe I really cared. But they held on to that notion 10 years later.
Tina got married this past May and Phoong got hitched this past Oct. And at sometime during each event one of them brought up that conversation. Phoong would state, 'I knew, I would be last'.
*Whatever, none of us knew. Who knew that we would all find love, have kids and actually be happy? Who knew that Laurie would have twins and stay home, Trisha would actually marry Thomas, I would marry Lance and it would be okay, Tina would let go, be strong, move away and find love in a person not named Mike and Phoong would find love with a guy with a personality? God has been good to us through out the years.
It is hard to imagine that we all contribute to society these days, we are wife's, parents and professionals. Aside from that we are still friends. Not best friends, but friends, and friends we can still count on should something arise. We don't see each other as often as we should, nor do we call. But in the nature of true friendship, we don't have too. Once we all get together we pick up right where we left off. We embrace each others shortcomings and support each others decisions, even if they aren't something we agree with.
I really enjoyed seeing everyone again, and thank god that he placed each of you in my life. Now we continue to add to our little circle, our husbands and kids help mold the people we are today. As life continues to hand us joy and disappointment, we will remain steadfast and friends.
Pyper expresses it best how I feel. I can be myself around you guys, and that makes me Happy.