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Pet(s)....for kids

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Okay, so we broke down Sunday and went to the pet store. Actually, we went to two different pet stores looking for the 'right' pet(s) for the children. Pyper was pretty easy, we figured one Beta and she would be good. She seemed enamored by the goldfish that once resided at my sisters house in a small glass bowl. By enamored, I mean she could not keep her fingers off of them and loved to look at the 'nemo's' swimming about. So in return we bought her a Dory, which she refers to as 'blue ishy'. I am surprised her blue ishy made it thru the car ride home. She had that ishy all over the place - up, down, sideways and doing circles in the small take home container - just in an effort to catch a quick glance of him. She was thrilled. * Can you tell she is excited??? Prob not. That girl shows NO emotion - ever. ha! Rylan on the other hand was no SO easy to please...he was the reason we went to TWO pet stores. First we wanted a lizard - only until mom fo

Update on work;

Okay kids, So it is sink or swim time...I have mediation scheduled with the EEOC for early march, early in the morning. I have been informed by the mediator that the Mayor & Attorney for the City I work for will be against me and I will be the lone ROCK STARRR! Time to grow some balls and get this done. I find it interesting that the one man I named in my complaint (my boss) will not show up. um....very interesting. Although I am stumped as to why the Mayor has decided to be there.....that is throwing me for a loop. When all of the complaints were filed, they were filed with the Mayor first, you would 'think' he would stay FAR away from this process. To date, I cannot get an attorney to return my call - very frustrating!! One is out of town, and one had me fill out a questionnaire about a week ago. Still now call back. The one who is out of town told me that once I get a 'right to sue' letter from the EEOC they would gladly represent me. So here is the predica

cheering from the side line.

Today I had to take Rylan to the ortho, and we expected it to be a pretty easy visit. Of course it was not an easy visit, the doctor decided to change course after looking in the kids mouth. Rylan has braces and an appliance in the roof of his mouth - the goal is to widen his mouth, push out his gum-line and semi-straighten his teeth. Getting his teeth straight this time around is not the goal, the goal is to prepare his mouth for surgery in the summer. We expected to have the appliance taken out, which we were excited about. Well, it did come out, but only to be replaced with more brackets and rings. So, here i am once again sitting on the sidelines watching some assistance with her hands on my son and tears streaming down his face. I am holding his hand and feeling each flinch of pain as he grabs me harder. At this moment my heart breaks a little more. I picture him as my baby in the ENT office being held down by 5 nurses so they can clean / check his ears. He would scream so

betrayed...

betrayed. I feel betrayed by my own body. I look at it, and I am not sure it is mine...I mean really who owns these body parts? flabby knees /saggy boobs / extra 10 plus lbs / wrinkles / gray hair / and back fat. Dear god, who in the hell invented back fat? Prob the same man that invented the bra....damn that man. It is prob my bra that caused the back fat, I am sure it squished and squeezed my back to the point that it just would not go back in place. I plan to put some voo-doo on that man, I am sure google will give him up. I want to blow up my scale. I keep getting on it hoping it will magically move. Instead it speaks to me it says ' oh little grasshoppper, I will move - just in the wrong direction!!' I am sure if I had a talking scale it would say things like hey lady get the hell off me - you exceed the limit. or hey lady would you mind moving your boob off my face so you can see the number or hey lady, you know if you hold on to the sink - that is cheating'; let go a

Naked in the morning...

I know the word Naked got your attention, and not it is not me. Althought I totally don't mind being naked, I would prefer to sleep in the nude. Prob TMI (too much info). I don't because Pyper still sleeps with us, and she digs her toes into my butt, thighs, nose (depending on her position) - and it just grosses me out. On the weekends or nights when my children are gone, I am a happy (naked) camper - I sleep like a baby. However, you know my biggest fear is having to get out of our home in an emergency and I have to stand on my front lawn naked.....I have had a nightmare or two about that. I keep trying to think of a back-up plan, I figure the neighbor guy will loan me a pair of boxers. Moving on, really, all of that was not the reason for this...but perhaps it explains alot. My daughter would rather be naked. Which tends to pose a problem when a 3 yr old wants to be naked in public. Oh, did I mention she is also in the habit of smacking her own butt. Any family member

Check It Out

From a co-worker.....I am not crafty, but think the site is worth passing along, so enjoy: Co-w0rker email: Hello, I apologize about the mass e-mail, but I am excited about our new little business and wanted to get the word out. My sister-in-law, Lori and I have started to make a variety of bows, binky clips, headbands, hats, bow boards, etc. We are calling our business SILly Bowtique (SIL for sister-in-law). We both have always enjoyed being crafty and are pretty excited about joining forces and seeing what happens! Our site is: http://sillybowtique.blogspot.com/ If you know of anyone else who may be interested, please pass along our information.

regroup..

So last Friday, I go my sister to keep my kids and told Lance we needed to go out. That is exactly what we did....and boy did we need it. First we went to the Chocolate Barr - which is one of our fav' places. We had a martini, and began to talk. See the flood gates opening, and us walking right thru them hand-n-hand. Damn we have been under alot of stress and pressure. We needed this, both of us. We needed to take a moment, talk, be honest and re-group. We are better for it - at least for today. After the Chocolate Barr, we headed to the Gaust House for a German Dinner. Not my top choice, but it was right up his alley. His good mood began to lighten mine. From the Gaust house we went to McGurks for some wine and flourless chocolate cake (to die for!). Re-group and reconnected. And perhaps a little better understanding where we are both at..... Things I discovered: Who knew that he would rather me put in a few extra hours in the evening, instead of going in the office on a S

ahem...and then some.

Two days ago, I had an employee come to my office with an issue. He was requesting to leave work, he needed to go to the hospital. This is the second time in two weeks he needed to go to the hospital, he was not feeling meantally well. He is young - 19 or so. This is his first REAL job, he makes crap for money, lives with is girlfriend, and they have a baby. The baby is just over 1, and has been having seizures. The baby was diagnosed with epilepsy. See the cloud of the stress forming around this poor young man. I am sure he has more of a history than he cares to share with me...I determine that his home life was prob not the best either. He sits across from me two days ago, and I want to hug him, I want to scoop him up and take him and his family home with me. I want to make it all okay. But instead, we chat and I provide him with FMLA papers, to protect him. To protect his JOB, which he needs. Then I ask him, who is taking you to the hospital (mental health division?). His re

Another day.

Okay, so if you haven't noticed by now, I am not one to beat around the bush. I just don't have it in me. My filter does not work well, actually there are times when it does not work at all. This has gotten me in trouble on more than one occasion. However, I 'think' most of the time I am just staying what everyone is thinking. Well, last night, as I am sitting thru another boring meeting...I find myself listening to an old man, rambling. Believe it or not, I am listening intently - why. Because somewhere among the garbled words, he is making sense. Then it happens, he stops, looks around the empty chambers, looks at his note pad and states ' well, I guess that is it. I forgot what I was talking about, and I cannot read my own writing.' This made me giggle. Actually, this made me laugh out loud. How damn cute was that...just matter of fact, and moved on. The old man shuffles back to his seat, he is two steps away from his seat, then it hits him. He com