There has been nothing fat, or phat for that matter, about this Tuesday, except for me. And I am both fat and phat, so yay me.
The day started out with my eye doing that thing it does where it feels like someone is taking a wood burning tool to it. Some sort of stabbing/burning pain. Then I had an early meeting but no one to take Josh to school, so I skipped the meeting and prayed that this wasn't the day where someone got their panties in a bunch and fired all of the slacker meeting-missers. Work went smoothly. I rounded up Lexi and all of her gear, picked Josh up, came home for a few minutes, left to go up to Hill Air Force Base to get a visitor pass before the place closed, came home and started dinner, left to take Brittney to the base for derby workout, came home and finished dinner and fed one child, fought with another child trying to get her to let me check her blood and then trying to get her to eat, took both kids to pick Brittney up, came home and ate dinner. Could this night be any more of a pain in my butt? I asked myself. Why yes, yes it could. My little kids were being so wild, just like they are almost every night, and I was to the end of my rope, just like I am almost every night. The YW came over to give Brittney some cookies and they had "heart attacked" the front door. Very sweet. And about 5 minutes before the doorbell rang, Lexi had been goofing around and sent a glass flying onto the kitchen floor, shattering. I yelled, "SHIT!" Then while I was cleaning up the mess, Josh was trying to ask me about something unrelated to anything and I said in my I've-had-it-for-tonight stern voice, "I'm not going to think about that right now." So, I don't know how long it took them to tape paper hearts on my front door, but if they were out there they were most likely treated to my swearing and grouchy mom voice. Awesome. They didn't give me the stink eye, so hopefully not.
We had a fun birthday party at mom's house Sunday night. I ate too much. We stayed talking until 11:00. It was nice to catch up.
We didn't do a whole lot over the long weekend. Cleaning, errands, Sean worked some at Auto Zone, he did a lube job on the truck, just enough to be productive but enough to still relax a lot.
I am ready for spring. It's almost time for a March party. Gotta start planning it. If it's storming or about to storm, I can handle that. It's the sunny cold days that get me. And the inversion. I need warmth.
Lexi told me today that she doesn't want to go to kindergarten because she heard from a boy in her daycare that goes to kindergarten that it's boring. So she would like to go to grandma's house every day instead of school.
Counting down the weeks until spring break.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Friday Night Gossip
Well, big surprise. It's Friday night, Sean is working, I cleaned the house. He is going up to his grandpa's later to watch Gold Rush, and I will fold clothes and watch Hoarders or read a novel and fall asleep on the couch. We are quite predictable of late.
I feel like I cleaned forever today because I cleaned my stove/oven top to bottom, inside out, and underneath. We had a fiery little adventure last night while making dinner. The coil in the oven had started to disintegrate or corrode or something, and it started on fire in the middle of cooking dinner. I thought it was a little grease fire from something that had dropped down there, so I turned the oven off and dumped some flour on it, but that didn't help. It just got bigger. So then I panicked and yelled, "I don't remember what to do!" and then pulled myself together and ran down to turn off the breaker. The fire died right out. Meanwhile, Lexi ran outside. Ha! It was kinda funny, but I'm glad her first instinct is to run outside if there's a fire. So anyway, Sean took the old coil out and bought a new one to put in, but first I figured the oven should have a good cleaning.
Josh is pretty funny. I love little boys. It's so funny to me that he will carry on a whole conversation with you while naked and not think twice. He learned the phrase "pish posh" on The Suite Life of Zack and Cody and will bust it out when you least expect it. Tonight we went to get Chick-Fil-A and he's all, "Yeah, get me 2 sandwiches. I think I can take em down." Ok, big man. He eats constantly, yet you put your arm around him and he feels like a skeleton.
Lexi's latest thing is "between me and you." She gets so embarassed if I tell other people the things that she says, so now she prefaces a lot of her stories or secrets that she tells me with "between me and you" to remind me not to tell anyone. She needs a haircut so desperately, but she refuses to get one. She begged me for lunch today, I gave her insulin to cover it, then she decided it was nap time and fell asleep in a chair without eating it. So now she had all this insulin on board and refused to wake up. I was trying to get her to at least wake up and drink some juice, and she kept saying, "No! Shhhhh! Be quiet!" Finally I said very loudly, "Sit up and drink some juice and I'll be quiet!" So she did.
I've been thinking a lot over the last week or two about gossip and being a nice person and related issues. The bishopric message this month was about gossip, and I've read a few things here and there on online forums about being nice and not gossiping and etc, and then I was reading the blog Snarky In the Suburbs, and all of these thoughts were rolling around together in my head... And I really think... Being nice is overrated. I don't feel bad that I gossip. I don't spread lies or conjecture about people. I don't gossip about my co-workers or sit and talk bad about my neighbors to each other. I'm not a Judgy McJudgerpants. Usually. Sometimes I do those things if someone has legitimately done something to bug me. Like if I e-mailed the counselor about something 3 times and he never responded, I might vent my frustration to a friend. Or we work with a crazy lady that I have talked about a time or ten because she tells lies and does things to try to make other people look bad and is crazy. But I don't diss on people for what they wear or what they look like or just because I don't like their personality. I like people that I hear other people talk bad about and I just don't listen or participate. But if someone flat out is rude to me or does or says stuff repeatedly that I think is stupid, I'll probably say something to someone eventually. And I don't really care that I do that. Like, my neighbor that used to let her three year old son with Downs Syndrome roam the neighborhood, getting into people's mailboxes, taking toys out of people's garages, climbing a ladder on the side of his house that his mom had left sitting there, playing in her car and starting it because she'd leave the keys in it. Sean went over there and got him once when he had started the car. And I'm sure I talked about her to my neighbor. I didn't seek out the conversation, but I'm sure when it started I was more than happy to participate. I don't know. I guess I feel like it's situational, and I do gossip, and I feel eh-who-cares about it. But the other day I walked into the English office and overheard some teachers talking about another teacher, and maybe they weren't saying anything mean, but it felt like they were, and it made me sad. Because I don't feel like she had done anything to justify it. They just don't like her personality or her teaching style. So I guess I have my own little personal set of situational ethics on this one and it's hard to define exactly. I think I vent frustration more than gossip. Hmmmm... gotta think about this some more.
Sean bought me really pretty pink roses on Valentine's Day. It was a really nice surprise.
I want to plan a vacation down south for Spring Break, but I don't know if I want to spend any money. Or drive in a car for hours with some of these people.
Between AutoZone and his regular job, Sean averages about one day off every 2 weeks I think. He hasn't been doing it long enough for it to be that big a deal yet, and it's winter so there isn't as much to do, but I imagine it's going to get old at some point. We'll see.
I think I've eaten at least a dozen sugar cookies this week.
For the first time since the second season of Survivor, I didn't tune in for the opening episode of this season on Wednesday. I think last season finally killed it for me. I just can't muster up any enthusiasm for it.
I feel like I cleaned forever today because I cleaned my stove/oven top to bottom, inside out, and underneath. We had a fiery little adventure last night while making dinner. The coil in the oven had started to disintegrate or corrode or something, and it started on fire in the middle of cooking dinner. I thought it was a little grease fire from something that had dropped down there, so I turned the oven off and dumped some flour on it, but that didn't help. It just got bigger. So then I panicked and yelled, "I don't remember what to do!" and then pulled myself together and ran down to turn off the breaker. The fire died right out. Meanwhile, Lexi ran outside. Ha! It was kinda funny, but I'm glad her first instinct is to run outside if there's a fire. So anyway, Sean took the old coil out and bought a new one to put in, but first I figured the oven should have a good cleaning.
Josh is pretty funny. I love little boys. It's so funny to me that he will carry on a whole conversation with you while naked and not think twice. He learned the phrase "pish posh" on The Suite Life of Zack and Cody and will bust it out when you least expect it. Tonight we went to get Chick-Fil-A and he's all, "Yeah, get me 2 sandwiches. I think I can take em down." Ok, big man. He eats constantly, yet you put your arm around him and he feels like a skeleton.
Lexi's latest thing is "between me and you." She gets so embarassed if I tell other people the things that she says, so now she prefaces a lot of her stories or secrets that she tells me with "between me and you" to remind me not to tell anyone. She needs a haircut so desperately, but she refuses to get one. She begged me for lunch today, I gave her insulin to cover it, then she decided it was nap time and fell asleep in a chair without eating it. So now she had all this insulin on board and refused to wake up. I was trying to get her to at least wake up and drink some juice, and she kept saying, "No! Shhhhh! Be quiet!" Finally I said very loudly, "Sit up and drink some juice and I'll be quiet!" So she did.
I've been thinking a lot over the last week or two about gossip and being a nice person and related issues. The bishopric message this month was about gossip, and I've read a few things here and there on online forums about being nice and not gossiping and etc, and then I was reading the blog Snarky In the Suburbs, and all of these thoughts were rolling around together in my head... And I really think... Being nice is overrated. I don't feel bad that I gossip. I don't spread lies or conjecture about people. I don't gossip about my co-workers or sit and talk bad about my neighbors to each other. I'm not a Judgy McJudgerpants. Usually. Sometimes I do those things if someone has legitimately done something to bug me. Like if I e-mailed the counselor about something 3 times and he never responded, I might vent my frustration to a friend. Or we work with a crazy lady that I have talked about a time or ten because she tells lies and does things to try to make other people look bad and is crazy. But I don't diss on people for what they wear or what they look like or just because I don't like their personality. I like people that I hear other people talk bad about and I just don't listen or participate. But if someone flat out is rude to me or does or says stuff repeatedly that I think is stupid, I'll probably say something to someone eventually. And I don't really care that I do that. Like, my neighbor that used to let her three year old son with Downs Syndrome roam the neighborhood, getting into people's mailboxes, taking toys out of people's garages, climbing a ladder on the side of his house that his mom had left sitting there, playing in her car and starting it because she'd leave the keys in it. Sean went over there and got him once when he had started the car. And I'm sure I talked about her to my neighbor. I didn't seek out the conversation, but I'm sure when it started I was more than happy to participate. I don't know. I guess I feel like it's situational, and I do gossip, and I feel eh-who-cares about it. But the other day I walked into the English office and overheard some teachers talking about another teacher, and maybe they weren't saying anything mean, but it felt like they were, and it made me sad. Because I don't feel like she had done anything to justify it. They just don't like her personality or her teaching style. So I guess I have my own little personal set of situational ethics on this one and it's hard to define exactly. I think I vent frustration more than gossip. Hmmmm... gotta think about this some more.
Sean bought me really pretty pink roses on Valentine's Day. It was a really nice surprise.
I want to plan a vacation down south for Spring Break, but I don't know if I want to spend any money. Or drive in a car for hours with some of these people.
Between AutoZone and his regular job, Sean averages about one day off every 2 weeks I think. He hasn't been doing it long enough for it to be that big a deal yet, and it's winter so there isn't as much to do, but I imagine it's going to get old at some point. We'll see.
I think I've eaten at least a dozen sugar cookies this week.
For the first time since the second season of Survivor, I didn't tune in for the opening episode of this season on Wednesday. I think last season finally killed it for me. I just can't muster up any enthusiasm for it.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Fridays Are Magic
I'm sensing a pattern emerging here.... It's Friday night, and I'm blogging again. Sean worked, then went up to his dad's to watch Gold Rush. I cleaned the house, dropped Brittney off, picked Brittney up, cleaned the house some more, and now I am blogging, and then I plan to lay on the couch and read until I pass out.
For some reason, Josh and Lexi played together for a really long time tonight without fighting. It was truly amazing, and they did the same thing last Friday night. Fridays are made of magic.
Britt's derby team did some pics last Saturday.
I really think I should avoid the news and newspapers while the legislature is in session. Otherwise I just go around in a bad mood for three months. Seriously, there are some really bad bills out there this time around. Every time I turn around it seems there are more politically-related aggravations just waiting to bug the crap out of me.
I have blessedly few things on the agenda this weekend. First and most important is sleeping in. Other than that, I need to do the grocery shopping and watch two different productions of The Taming of the Shrew. Anything else I get done is just the icing on the cake.
For some reason, Josh and Lexi played together for a really long time tonight without fighting. It was truly amazing, and they did the same thing last Friday night. Fridays are made of magic.
Britt's derby team did some pics last Saturday.
I really think I should avoid the news and newspapers while the legislature is in session. Otherwise I just go around in a bad mood for three months. Seriously, there are some really bad bills out there this time around. Every time I turn around it seems there are more politically-related aggravations just waiting to bug the crap out of me.
I have blessedly few things on the agenda this weekend. First and most important is sleeping in. Other than that, I need to do the grocery shopping and watch two different productions of The Taming of the Shrew. Anything else I get done is just the icing on the cake.
Friday, February 3, 2012
My Way Fun Life
Well, here I am again. It's Friday night. I need to clean my house, but I don't wanna. Not. At. All. I'm tired. It's been a long week. Not that I'm complaining. I like long weeks. Usually life flies by at warp speed, so I'm OK with a long week. Sean is working tonight, though, so if I don't clean the house I probably won't be able to relax because I'll just feel guilty the whole time that he's working and I'm sitting around.
At the end of the day, at the end of the week, I just need to be by myself. I cannot listen to another person say my name and ask me for stuff. Unfortunately that ain't happening any time soon.
We have Lonestar tickets for tonight, but Sean had to work, so that pretty much sucks. I couldn't really even give them away because they are at will call, and I always show my ID to pick them up, so I don't know how to transfer them into another name or if you can. Blah. Oh well.
I got my hair done finally. Eh. Whatever. Nothing exciting, nothing bad. It's hair.
We are in the process of refining our Super Bowl menu for Sunday. The only thing I know for sure is that we will be making dad's queso. I don't really care much who wins this one, so I will be cheering for whichever team will win us money in the office pool each quarter.
I did the taxes the other day. I thought to myself, "Hmmm... do I have all the tax records? All the W-2s, 1099-INTs, 1099-Gs, the XYZs and PDQs? Why, yes, I believe I do. And besides, today is January 30th," says I. "That junk is required to be sent out by January 31. What could possibly come in the mail now?" So I clicked submit. And the very next day, January 31, I got a document in the mail that I forgot existed, and I had to go through a lenghty process for filing an ammended return, all to add $63 in income to Courtney's return, so that she could pay an extra $10 in taxes. Part of the lengthy process was computer issues, but still. Still.
I've been having strange dreams lately ever since Sean and I started watching Ghost Adventures on Netflix every night before we go to bed. It's our little tradition. We're running out of episodes, though, so I have no idea what we're going to watch when we do. Boo.
My two youngest children are quite cute and funny. However. They do not know how to play together for more than 4 minutes without fighting, and they do not know how to go to bed at night. It's so obnoxious.
I'm so annoyed with politics. I don't even want to write about it. Next year I will be adding a Planned Parenthood donation to my payroll deductions. That's all I'm gonna say about it tonight.
Lah. Dee. Dah. Guess it's time to go mop the floor.
At the end of the day, at the end of the week, I just need to be by myself. I cannot listen to another person say my name and ask me for stuff. Unfortunately that ain't happening any time soon.
We have Lonestar tickets for tonight, but Sean had to work, so that pretty much sucks. I couldn't really even give them away because they are at will call, and I always show my ID to pick them up, so I don't know how to transfer them into another name or if you can. Blah. Oh well.
I got my hair done finally. Eh. Whatever. Nothing exciting, nothing bad. It's hair.
We are in the process of refining our Super Bowl menu for Sunday. The only thing I know for sure is that we will be making dad's queso. I don't really care much who wins this one, so I will be cheering for whichever team will win us money in the office pool each quarter.
I did the taxes the other day. I thought to myself, "Hmmm... do I have all the tax records? All the W-2s, 1099-INTs, 1099-Gs, the XYZs and PDQs? Why, yes, I believe I do. And besides, today is January 30th," says I. "That junk is required to be sent out by January 31. What could possibly come in the mail now?" So I clicked submit. And the very next day, January 31, I got a document in the mail that I forgot existed, and I had to go through a lenghty process for filing an ammended return, all to add $63 in income to Courtney's return, so that she could pay an extra $10 in taxes. Part of the lengthy process was computer issues, but still. Still.
I've been having strange dreams lately ever since Sean and I started watching Ghost Adventures on Netflix every night before we go to bed. It's our little tradition. We're running out of episodes, though, so I have no idea what we're going to watch when we do. Boo.
My two youngest children are quite cute and funny. However. They do not know how to play together for more than 4 minutes without fighting, and they do not know how to go to bed at night. It's so obnoxious.
I'm so annoyed with politics. I don't even want to write about it. Next year I will be adding a Planned Parenthood donation to my payroll deductions. That's all I'm gonna say about it tonight.
Lah. Dee. Dah. Guess it's time to go mop the floor.
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