Last weekend was so awesome. My mom took Josh and Lexi overnight, and it was a much needed break. We didn't even do anything; I just needed to not be mom'd to death for a few hours. We got up Saturday morning and set out for the trailer lot to look at trailers, and it was a nice day so we garage sale'd our way there. We didn't buy much-- a couple of brand new Rainbird pop-up sprinklers in the box for a buck a piece. We always need those. But it was nice to be out in the sun and without an entourage. We picked out the trailer we want-- it's the same one we chose last year-- then looked at the price tag and went home. A trailer is SUCH a poor investment for our family, and we keep deciding that, and then we keep deciding to buy one anyway. Blah.
On a related note, if you pray to win the lottery, do you get struck by lightning? Or lose all your hair or have your house burn down? I have a PowerBall ticket with 2 or 3 draws left on it. Better not chance it.
Sean had to work on Sunday for a few hours, and I spent the whole time sitting in a chair in the shade of a tree in my backyard, reading a book. I got up every so often to put in another load of laundry or do stuff, but mostly I sat and read. The sun must have filtered through the tree a little, because I got a little burned in patches. I can't seem to go outside without getting burned, even though I wear sunscreen. Inevitably I miss a spot. I always put it on my tattoo before I go out and then on my arms, but then half of my knee cap or my eyelids or some other weird place will burn.
Sean planted the garden while I sat in my chair and read in the shade. I consulted on the project and helped a little with the potatoes, but he did the rest. We've got red potatoes, Yukon gold potatoes, onions, carrots, beets, radishes, cucumbers, and I'm not sure if he planted peas. Or cantaloupe.
I went to the library and checked out 3 novels of the garbage variety... 3 more novels in the demon-hunting soccer mom series. I then made sure that I used the self-check out so that the librarian couldn't judge me for my reading choices. Our library has these two weird parking spots that are labeled "Car Pool Only," and I have always wondered what that means. I mean, presumably they're reserved for people who car pool to the library, but seriously? Who gets their friends and neighbors together for a group trip to the old library? So then Brittney said that maybe they're for people who are car pooling to work, but the library isn't situated in a place where that makes sense. And why would they reserve 2 spots right in front of the library for people to park their cars all day while they are at work? No one ever parks there, ever. So I have started parking there whenever I go to the library. Just for the hell of it. I'm hoping someone will call me out on it sometime. I was all by myself today and a lady was eyeing me when I got out of my car in the Car Pool Only slot, but she didn't say anything. That's right... keep on walking sista. I've also considered parking in the Expectant Mothers spots they have at one of the grocery stores, just because I think it's kinda dumb, but the universe likes to mess with me and I'd probably re-grow a uterus and get pregnant if I did.
On our way to the diabetes clinic today, we passed the DI. It was about 9:52, and I'm assuming that it opens at 10:00, because there was a line to get in, like some sort of Black Friday door buster. Seriously? Ha ha ha! It made me laugh. Josh said that maybe there was a rock star that everyone was there to see. Hmmmm... possible, but not really. That would have to be some crap-a rock star that does appearances at the DI. I mean, really though, what's inside the DI that's worth lining up for? Everything in there was given away because someone else didn't want it!!! I love a DI treasure hunt as much as anyone and I'm not above shopping there, at all. But I wouldn't wait in line to get in, that's for dang sure.
We went to the diabetes clinic today, and the doctor was really happy with Lexi's Hba1c numbers. YAY!! Superstar! I am so happy. She doesn't like to rotate injection sites as much as I want her to, so I am always worried about scar tissue developing, but the doctor said she is fine and we're doing a good job. So happy. The only bad news was that my kids don't know how to behave in public, but I already knew that.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Reasons Why I Will Not Be Winning Mother of the Year.
1. I spent my grocery money this month on concert tickets.
2. I let my kid check out of school early to go to a concert in Salt Lake with her friends.
3. I haven't been doing Josh's off-track homework with him.
OK I could come up with way more than this, but this is a depressing exercise. When I got on blogger to finish this post, it had posted the first line and eaten the rest. Hmmmm... Not sure exactly what I did there. I prefer to just blame blogger.
Somebody on facebook today wrote that people are vilifying Ann Romney for staying at home and raising her kids. Really? No one is "vilifying" Ann Romney specifically or sahm's in general. The term "working mom" is used all the time without much fuss, but then one journalist says that Ann Romney didn't work, and suddenly sahm's and motherhood are under attack? There seems to be this sentiment floating around the internet in some circles that working moms and society in general don't value the work of motherhood. How do working moms not value motherhood? WE ARE MOTHERS! But also, why does anyone have to value what you do? Lots of people don't value what I do. Oh well. I don't understand the need for people to think that motherhood is so honorable. I didn't become a mom to get accolades and honors. I became a mom because there is a biological imperative to reproduce and because I thought it seemed like a good idea at the time. I love my kids, I love my family, the end. The only people I expect to value my contribution as a mother are my own kids, and even then I don't expect it all the time. Whatever. Also, why is there always this competition over who works the hardest? How would you even decide something like that? It's so pointless. I was reading an essay by a sahm today about how she feels like no one values what she does, and then she said that what she does is so much harder than what working moms do. Do you not understand that you have just done to me what you are accusing others of doing to you? You've just crapped on what I do and said it's not that hard. Dumb. Do men sit around debating over whose job is the hardest? Bah.
I found a bald spot yesterday. I'm hoping that the hair will be growing back, but I've been afraid for a while that as my hair turns white, I will have more bald spots.
If all goes well, we're going camping this weekend. Yay! I'm so happy it's spring.
Dang my blog is boring.
Sean tilled up the garden area where we usually put our pool and filled it with topsoil. So I guess we're not having a pool this year. He's like... the garden is ready to be planted! Oh. That's not fun. I told him yesterday that I would weed today. But then when I got home I was like... Um, no, I said I would READ today. I bought The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest ,so I've started reading it and it's purty good.
2. I let my kid check out of school early to go to a concert in Salt Lake with her friends.
3. I haven't been doing Josh's off-track homework with him.
OK I could come up with way more than this, but this is a depressing exercise. When I got on blogger to finish this post, it had posted the first line and eaten the rest. Hmmmm... Not sure exactly what I did there. I prefer to just blame blogger.
Somebody on facebook today wrote that people are vilifying Ann Romney for staying at home and raising her kids. Really? No one is "vilifying" Ann Romney specifically or sahm's in general. The term "working mom" is used all the time without much fuss, but then one journalist says that Ann Romney didn't work, and suddenly sahm's and motherhood are under attack? There seems to be this sentiment floating around the internet in some circles that working moms and society in general don't value the work of motherhood. How do working moms not value motherhood? WE ARE MOTHERS! But also, why does anyone have to value what you do? Lots of people don't value what I do. Oh well. I don't understand the need for people to think that motherhood is so honorable. I didn't become a mom to get accolades and honors. I became a mom because there is a biological imperative to reproduce and because I thought it seemed like a good idea at the time. I love my kids, I love my family, the end. The only people I expect to value my contribution as a mother are my own kids, and even then I don't expect it all the time. Whatever. Also, why is there always this competition over who works the hardest? How would you even decide something like that? It's so pointless. I was reading an essay by a sahm today about how she feels like no one values what she does, and then she said that what she does is so much harder than what working moms do. Do you not understand that you have just done to me what you are accusing others of doing to you? You've just crapped on what I do and said it's not that hard. Dumb. Do men sit around debating over whose job is the hardest? Bah.
I found a bald spot yesterday. I'm hoping that the hair will be growing back, but I've been afraid for a while that as my hair turns white, I will have more bald spots.
If all goes well, we're going camping this weekend. Yay! I'm so happy it's spring.
Dang my blog is boring.
Sean tilled up the garden area where we usually put our pool and filled it with topsoil. So I guess we're not having a pool this year. He's like... the garden is ready to be planted! Oh. That's not fun. I told him yesterday that I would weed today. But then when I got home I was like... Um, no, I said I would READ today. I bought The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest ,so I've started reading it and it's purty good.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Me Mumbling About Stuff
I did not want to go back to work yesterday. Oh well. We tried to win the lottery, and then I wouldn't have to work ever again, but oddly enough we were not successful. The odds were only like 1:759,004,578,320,984,555,557,821. Or something like that. But with a jackpot of 640 million, what the heck. Can't win if you don't play. Unless you are me; then you can't win anything ever.
Spring Break was... well, it was something. I love being off work, so that's good enough right there. Monday I spent all day long running errands, and then Tuesday Josh, Lexi, and I went to the park with Wendy and her kids and I packed for our trip.
Wednesday we took off for a few days in Las Vegas. It wasn't exactly the relaxing trip I wanted, but I knew it wouldn't be, so whatever.
Sunday we had a visit from the Easter bunny, did some of the chores that had to be done before the new week, and went to mom's for a lovely Easter dinner.
A couple things I've been thinking of:
I should never speak to other people. This is why I am antisocial. At work, one of my friends forwarded me an e-mail with some feedback that she sent to some people at Weber State about something and asked me what I thought of it. I told her I agreed with her feedback and told her some of my own thoughts. Now I find out that she forwarded the things I wrote to her on to the people at Weber! Gah! Not like it's that big a deal, but I might not have said the same things if I were speaking to them that I said to her. Why do I bother to talk to people. I should have just told her "I agree" and left it at that.
I've been thinking a lot about modesty lately, reading things on the internet, and Wendy and I had an interesting conversation about it the other night. I read an article somewhere about a ward where the leaders were on a modesty kick with the young women, and they sent out a letter to the YM and YW presidencies, and included in this letter was the admonition that the young men should avoid young women at dances who were dressed immodestly. This is so wrong for so many reasons. So many. I saw a group of young ladies at the store on Sunday wearing cute spring skirts, and in my neighborhood it's a pretty safe bet that they had just come from church. One of the skirts was really tight and short, and I wondered if anyone had given her crap about wearing it at church. Probably not. But I just had this sudden and very strong thought that if there is one place where there should be no dress code, it's church. I don't even care. Someone shows up in a bikini to church on Sunday? Oh well. Move over and make room on the pew. Who cares? Really? You come to worship God, you should be welcomed regardless of what you're wearing. Period. And no one should set themselves up as the modesty police, but least of all the young men. You don't teach young people to shun others based on what they're wearing. Gross.
I've finished reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and The Girl Who Played With Fire. Two thumbs up. Gotta reserve the third one at the library. I'm in the middle of Lucky Man, which is Michael J. Fox's first memoir, and The Prada Paradox, which is just fluff garbage reading, my favorite type. The back of the book calls it a combination of action and chick-lit, which is right up my alley. Michael J. Fox's memoir is good so far. I really loved his second one, and this one is fun to read too. He's so positive, and his wife, Tracy Pollan, is so cool. I picked up this book called something like Is Anyone Out There?, and I was so mad at it that I didn't even finish it. According to the book jacket, it was supposed to be kinda quirky and funny, but I get about a third of the way in and find out that one of the main characters is dead and it was incredibly sad to me! I don't read books that make me cry. I was so pissed. This is why I read goofy books like Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon Hunting Soccer Mom. Silly and cheesy? Sure, but it's guaranteed to not make me cry.
I got Montgomery Gentry concert tickets and I'm about to buy Def Lepard/Poison tickets for this summer. So excited! Haven't been to a show for a while. Also, I entered to win a trip to Nashville to see my boyfriend Brantley Gilbert in concert.
Spring Break was... well, it was something. I love being off work, so that's good enough right there. Monday I spent all day long running errands, and then Tuesday Josh, Lexi, and I went to the park with Wendy and her kids and I packed for our trip.
Wednesday we took off for a few days in Las Vegas. It wasn't exactly the relaxing trip I wanted, but I knew it wouldn't be, so whatever.
Sunday we had a visit from the Easter bunny, did some of the chores that had to be done before the new week, and went to mom's for a lovely Easter dinner.
A couple things I've been thinking of:
I should never speak to other people. This is why I am antisocial. At work, one of my friends forwarded me an e-mail with some feedback that she sent to some people at Weber State about something and asked me what I thought of it. I told her I agreed with her feedback and told her some of my own thoughts. Now I find out that she forwarded the things I wrote to her on to the people at Weber! Gah! Not like it's that big a deal, but I might not have said the same things if I were speaking to them that I said to her. Why do I bother to talk to people. I should have just told her "I agree" and left it at that.
I've been thinking a lot about modesty lately, reading things on the internet, and Wendy and I had an interesting conversation about it the other night. I read an article somewhere about a ward where the leaders were on a modesty kick with the young women, and they sent out a letter to the YM and YW presidencies, and included in this letter was the admonition that the young men should avoid young women at dances who were dressed immodestly. This is so wrong for so many reasons. So many. I saw a group of young ladies at the store on Sunday wearing cute spring skirts, and in my neighborhood it's a pretty safe bet that they had just come from church. One of the skirts was really tight and short, and I wondered if anyone had given her crap about wearing it at church. Probably not. But I just had this sudden and very strong thought that if there is one place where there should be no dress code, it's church. I don't even care. Someone shows up in a bikini to church on Sunday? Oh well. Move over and make room on the pew. Who cares? Really? You come to worship God, you should be welcomed regardless of what you're wearing. Period. And no one should set themselves up as the modesty police, but least of all the young men. You don't teach young people to shun others based on what they're wearing. Gross.
I've finished reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and The Girl Who Played With Fire. Two thumbs up. Gotta reserve the third one at the library. I'm in the middle of Lucky Man, which is Michael J. Fox's first memoir, and The Prada Paradox, which is just fluff garbage reading, my favorite type. The back of the book calls it a combination of action and chick-lit, which is right up my alley. Michael J. Fox's memoir is good so far. I really loved his second one, and this one is fun to read too. He's so positive, and his wife, Tracy Pollan, is so cool. I picked up this book called something like Is Anyone Out There?, and I was so mad at it that I didn't even finish it. According to the book jacket, it was supposed to be kinda quirky and funny, but I get about a third of the way in and find out that one of the main characters is dead and it was incredibly sad to me! I don't read books that make me cry. I was so pissed. This is why I read goofy books like Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon Hunting Soccer Mom. Silly and cheesy? Sure, but it's guaranteed to not make me cry.
I got Montgomery Gentry concert tickets and I'm about to buy Def Lepard/Poison tickets for this summer. So excited! Haven't been to a show for a while. Also, I entered to win a trip to Nashville to see my boyfriend Brantley Gilbert in concert.
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