tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144300662024-03-06T23:05:24.372-08:00Finding my strideI CRAVE MOVEMENT. I LOVE THE FEELING OF FLYING OVER GROUND. I NEED TO BE SWEATY AND OUT OF BREATH. WHEN MY LEGS HURT AND MY LUNGS BURN, ALL THE BETTER. THERE IS SOMETHING TANGIBLE ABOUT THE CALM THAT COMES OVER ME WHEN I AM DONE. -- KINSEY MILLHONEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.comBlogger607125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-65655533633317129282011-03-17T14:44:00.001-07:002011-03-17T14:44:57.676-07:00I should really start this thing back up.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-22088197897862221562010-09-24T14:03:00.001-07:002010-09-25T05:53:51.782-07:00Why...... helloYeah, where have I been. Not blogging that's for sure. Last post in July I think. Let's see....swim team is over (whew) Work is awesome. Fall ball has started, though it seems to still be summer here. Hot sun, no rain (ever!) and high humidity. All the reasons I am on anti-depressants.<br /><br /><br />Meg got fake boobs and is moving in with her boyfriend. Should be engaged by Halloween (my prediction) Meg's daughter wears more make-up than I do. (she is 11) and weighs more than me also.<br /><br />Speaking of make-up, I ran into Meg's new best friend. She works at Target (one of those people that walk around, helping people, I guess) anyhow I know her because she was J's softball coach. So of course I go up and talk with her. You could of taken a spackle and pulled the make-up off her face. A chisel would of helped also. The strange thing is, she is allright looking without all that crap. Let's face it.....I'm still granola mom. Or I'm too lazy and can't be bothered with the ritual.<br /><br />I am getting a keratin treatment for my hair. Can't wait! It's $300 (yikes) I probably spend that on hair conditioner/product alone in 6 months. Of course the straight-haired girl friends think I'm nuts. The grass is always greener, right?<br /><br />All my daughter's friends are getting their periods. J will be like me and get hers at age 16. I feel kind of bad for her because all her friends are starting to tower over her and they all have breasts. I keep letting J how lucky she is to mature later. I think she gets it.<br /><br />I almost bought a Remington Wingmaster 870. I'm getting the Keratin (above) instead. Of course I tried about the Club's President's target gun this week and I would prefer that to the 870. It's only $1,000+. Luckily he likes me and told me to call whenever I'm coming up and he will bring me his wife's gun. It's the girl version.<br /><br />Maybe I'm not so granola.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-70878716248956915642010-07-03T10:42:00.001-07:002010-07-03T10:58:54.713-07:00The story continuesMy daughter left the bag that holds her sleeping bag at Meg's x's house. My daughter is going away to camp next week and it would be a lot easier if she had that bag to haul her sleeping bag around. My daughter left a message for the X husband asking if he could bring her bag over. I, meanwhile texted Meg and explained the situation and that I wasn't going to call the X up because he would be a dick and ignore me.<br /><br />Meg emailed back "how can he be a dick when ur kid stays there. dumb.<br /><br />Never, ever call me dumb. I only allowed my daughter to sleep over x's house for Meg's daughter. (Meg thinks the X is dick too btw.) I texted her back that X is nice to J and it was mean of her to call me dumb and that it hurt.<br /><br />Yes, the X did not return the bag, the phone call or anything. We have written to stupid sleeping bag, bag off. I can always make a new one.<br /><br />My daughter is no longer allowed over the X husband's or Meg's house. Both are sleeping with other people while the kids are there and I don't approve of that in front of my young children. I've been tempted to tell Meg that Mr. Nice Dick didn't return my daughter's phone call, and that dumb is:<br /><br />1. sleeping with anything with a dick between it's leg.<br />2. sending your mom to all your daughter's sporting events because you have better things to do. (e.g. working out, going on dates, parties or getting drunk)<br />3. loosing your phone in a porto potty because you were too drunk partying with a bunch of 20 somethings.<br />4. hanging out with graffitti covered "fetish" models who pose in their panties and post these on the internet for all to see.<br />5. not realizing that your daughter is close to obsese for some reason.<br /><br />Alas, I haven't sent anything like that. It's not worth it. She's not worth it, nor is the friendship at this point. I have to be selfish and take care of my family. They are my priority.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-23981675289153865952010-06-22T03:12:00.001-07:002010-06-22T03:29:11.315-07:00oh myBaseball, Softball and T-Ball have ended. Whew. Now it's swim team and tennis lessons. Thankfully the tennis is only once a week. We have also decided to skip all the away meets. I'm super busy with keeping records for all the kids times, events ............etc, etc. My "helper" isn't help at all. I'm on my own for now.<br /><br /><br /><br />My job is busy, busy, busy. My boss can be a dick. He doesn't communicate well at all. We do most of our communicating by email (which is fine by me) but his emails are so damn harsh. I looked like a complete idiot at the CPA tax planning meeting. I got drilled on the May financials, which I didn't even know we were looking at. He had me running around, talking to the purchasing agent and making crazy journal entries. I have never done shit like that before. The financials will/have worked themselves out in June. (our fiscal year end) It was a waste of time.<br /><br />I had strep throat. Antiobiotics don't sit well with me. Oh, and that all happened on the above. Very bad day.<br /><br />I had it out with Meg. Long story short...I took her daughter to a school function, the daughter was mean to my daughter, Meg was suppose to pick her up and everytime I called Meg never picked up the phone. I yelled at Meg's daughter for disrespecting me, my child and our family, left Meg an angry voice mail message and dropped the girl off at her grandparent's house. Because where the hell was she? Meg called me back (her borowwed phone doesn't work well.....right) She was pissed off at ME. I don't know what she is going through, I have the perfect life, she won't be happy until she is married again, her kid is fine, blah, blah, blah.<br /><br />I emailed her my concerns about her life the next day. She emailed back her points. We talked on the phone a bit. I had dinner with her and her daughter after I took the troop to an amusement park.<br /><br />Yesterday she emails me asking if her daughter can sleep over Saturday night so Meg can go on a date. WTF? The weekend you have your child and you want me to have her for the majority of it? It's not like she would pick up her daughter at 11 am the next morning. More like 4 pm. I said no. Mark my word, Meg will be married by this time next year. Oh and the father.....his new girlfriend has pretty much moved in to his house. Meg and him were legally separated in December. Both are crappy, selfish parents.<br /><br />I'm just a forgetful one.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-51280288033059224942010-05-27T14:09:00.000-07:002010-05-27T14:11:18.324-07:00omgImagine coming home every, single, damn day from work and having Chris Matthews of Hardball blaring from your fucking tv set. Top that off with a few "you people", "can you email this complaint letter" and a bunch of your children complaining, fighting and that your sorta clean house you left in the morning is now a pig sty.<br /><br />Fuck.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-42554061197864420012010-05-25T14:42:00.001-07:002010-05-25T15:01:30.385-07:00The lifeI've done myself a major intervention. I went on the Atkins diet. I know, I know, I know..... what the hell am I thinking. I know the diet sucks. I know I will lose 10lbs in 2 weeks if I stay on it that long. I know I will plateau for the following 2 weeks if for some miracle I manage that small feat. My plan is one week of the strict diet portion. I need to get all the junk out of my system. This is the only way I know how. I eat so good for breakfast, lunch and then it goes to hell. With my stress level so high (kids, sports, school, the house, work ....etc) I've been eating crap. Wheat Thins, real red can coke some days, cookies, cereal at 10 pm. How sick is that last one. I'm a carb addict. I'm also prone to Diabetes. My grandfather died from complications from the disease and I had gestational diabetes with my son. I know the signs of carb comas. That has been my life for the past two weeks. I had to put a stop to it. I miss my yogurt and granola the most. Really, truly miss it.<br /><br />I was told today at work that I haven't looked good for the past couple/several weeks. Again...the stress level of sports and kids. Thankfully the season is ending and though swim team is next, that is pretty easy. Especially since my husband and I are having the kids blow off every away meet.<br /><br />My job is fine. Very busy, which is good.<br /><br />I quit facebook. I was stalking my friend and that is not me. Best to do an intervention on that part of my life also.<br /><br />I quit my friend this weekend. My last straw was the game on Saturday. She did not come because she attended a graduation party for one of her workout friends. She couldn't spend 2 hours of her day watching her daughter play a sport and THEN go to the party. She spent the night before bar hopping.<br /><br />For our girls Monday night game I drove by her gym @ 6pm on my way to pickup my son from school practice and she was there. At 8:15 I drove back to pick up his forgotton back-pack. She was still at the gym. Seriously. WTF. Who works out for over 2 hours when they aren't training for something. Hell, she probably does that 2+ hour workout 5 days a week.<br /><br />If anyone needs an intervention it's her. I tried a mini intervention but all I got back was "I will never cut back on my working out."<br /><br />I hope she is happy with the drunk nights, the hot body, the new tattoo and chasing the bars for a man.<br /><br />I'd rather be fatish and happy.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-46562611696458273922010-05-16T08:49:00.000-07:002010-05-16T08:56:02.035-07:00Can't stopthe gardening. I don't want to do wash, eat, go to baseball, softball or t-balls games. I just want to pull weeds, plant stuff, buy stuff and mulch. Let's not even discuss my ruined budget. (ok, it's not that bad....but not that good either)<br /><br />I'm on a major roll. Everything will done once the mulch arrives and is put down. (today) Hopefully in June I can actually enjoy relaxing on the back patio. All those ball games ruin relaxing on the back porch. They just enhance my love of the game. With the exception of t-ball that's just plain torture.<br /><br />To look at the bright side of being layed off last year; I found a new passion of playing in the dirt, and, being dirt poor.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-5955182162068163472010-05-14T03:27:00.001-07:002010-05-14T03:45:07.835-07:00wipedI am wiped out. Everyday it's another ball game for one child or another. Mix in a little school activities (chorus & plays) and I usually arrive home around 8 pm every night. April and May have been hectic. Soon we will move into June and it will be swim team for 8 weeks. Thankfully meets are only 2 days a week, one being Saturday mornings.<br /><br />My husband's company has been sold. He was going to be promoted to regional sales director. He will now be out of a job in the fall. He might have another job lined up though. Hopefully that will pan out.<br /><br />Meg. Soooo.....she called me about an innane question on Sunday. We talked for a bit. Then she called me on Wednesday while I was driving to pick up child 2 from practice and going to my daughter's softball game. Left me a message (because I really don't like chatting on the phone while driving) It seems her ex has a client coming over on Thursday (a gun sale) and can I take their daughter to her softball game because Meg has.....well she can't do it. She never said why she couldn't take her daughter to the game. I said no. Gave a reason of (which was the truth) that T had a play at North Star, D had a t-ball game and Julia was going to the play with me. I wanted to give my pissed off reason that maybe seeing your daughter play softball two times during the season might be a better idea than working out every fucking day. But, reason one was the current reason as to why I couldn't do it. Later though my husband said he wanted Julia to go to the game and we would find a way to work this out. We did manage to find a way to be in three places at once, but her softball game ended up being cancelled. My bitch is ... ex could of cancelled the gun sale, posponed it, had it earlier, later whatever. But see it's all about him. Meg HAS to work out. No questions asked. Both are serious losers and this me-me attitude is going to bite both of them in the ass in a couple years. This will not be forgotton by her. Kids have amazing memories about these sort of things. Anyone with kids knows that. It's weird.<br /><br />I will end this with:<br /><br />It's Friday.<br />I do not have any type of game to attend tonight.<br />I do not have any type of school activity to attend tonight.<br />I have a bottle or two of Italian red wine waiting for me to arrive home and partake.<br />I have ingredients for smores.<br />I am happy.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-77937488161233771942010-05-09T08:24:00.000-07:002010-05-09T08:26:57.588-07:00My son was putting flags on the vetern's graves at our church (Scout project) and a man came up and said "I would like to salute you son." That man was the Vice President of the United States.<br /><br />Thank you Mr. Biden. You made a nine (9) year old boy very happy. You made a mom very happy to see such a huge smile on her "bear's" face.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-38205700354942719112010-05-08T05:00:00.000-07:002010-05-08T05:10:03.141-07:00I'm a Mom.Will I ever be allowed to sleep in past 8am? (Even when I announce my mission the night before..)<br /><br />Answer: Not in this lifetime.<br /><br />Why I: Because my family has a very short attention span.<br />Why II: Because only I would know my son put his baseball shirt in the back of his closet and not in a drawer, on the floor or in the hamper.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-73357995288344459512010-05-07T14:34:00.001-07:002010-05-07T14:35:23.617-07:00The census man came by.<br /><br />I felt like I was in the beginning of an episode of Criminal Minds. <br /><br />I watch to much TV.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-43404404943929550792010-05-06T14:06:00.000-07:002010-05-06T14:35:04.640-07:00The next 246:30 am. Allowed husband to score sex.<br /><br />The rest of the day was "eh". I will take that over yesterday any day of the week.<br /><br />I'm still pissed off about work yesterday. I'm terrified of getting fired again. The mistake I made was stupid, but it was caught. If it weren't caught next week I could of always fixed it later.<br /><br />Today I found where the bank made a $100 error on our payoff figure. Did I get a thanks? No. Did I mention that the controller before me stole money throught the payroll ($8,000+) and she also took the cash ($1,200) from a company vehicle sale? I discovered both thefts and did I get a thanks? NO. I get shit on because some guy tried to take 3 days bereavement pay instead of the 1 day he was allowed. I hadn't even processed the request.<br /><br />Fuck.<br /><br />So Meg has a new boyfriend. I'm not suppose to know, but she did some checking up on him and I know people. Seems this guy cheated on his wife while she was pregnant with their first child. They got separated and he moved in with his mistress. This happened a while ago. He and said mistress (slut) break-up, make-up and so forth. He was fired from a certain bank. (ok I can't give him shit there since I was fired in 2009) He told Meg he has been working at new bank for over a year. He has been working at the new bank for 3 months. Meg seems non-phased about his cheating on his wife in the past. Meg does not know about him lying about employment.<br /><br />Meg had a cinco de mayo happy hour date with him last night. Meg's daughter had a softball game and a chorus concert. Meg's daughter didn't get to go to the concert. Meg's ex wouldn't waste his time doing something so mundane. It's all about him. It's all about Meg. Maybe ex took her to the softball game instead, I don't know. I will give him credit for taking his child to all the softball games. Meg has been to one game. She doesn't work-out on Friday nights so she could fit daughter into her schedule. (herself, working out and penis searching schedule that is)<br /><br />I texted Meg today about how much funds we have left in Girl Scouts so I can take the troop camping next month. Meg doesn't bother replying to something so not associated with herself. I bet if I had a penis she would respond.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-56033868133105437412010-05-05T17:18:00.000-07:002010-05-05T17:30:05.341-07:00is it over6:30 am. Husband tries to score sex.<br /><br />7:40 am. Realize it's 7:40 am, I am so late getting out of house.<br /><br />8:05 am. 5 minutes late for work.<br /><br />8:06 am. Realize I don't have my phone or wallet with me.<br /><br />9:00 am. Take a really early lunch to go home and pick above up.<br /><br />9:15 am. Get home. Dad bitches about something along the lines of "you people"<br /><br />10:00 am. Boss asks me to review a vacation request I got last Friday. It is wrong.. (employee requested 3 days bereavment leave when he was only allowed 1)<br /><br />10:01 am review handbook. Boss is correct. I haven't processed vacation request because it doesn't happen until next week.<br /><br />10:03 am. See boss, explain that no one had signed off on it, and I didn't process it.<br /><br />10:05 am. Check email, boss writes "I expect you to catch this stuff!"<br /><br />10:06 am. Apologize for my mistake.<br /><br />11:00 am. Review everyone's vacation time.<br /><br />12:00 pm. Work on Workmans' Compensation Audit. Prior Controller sent wrong figures. Somehow this will be my fault.<br /><br />12:15 pm. Sent PO when I shouldn't have. They are processing order.<br /><br />12:30 pm. Somehow the insurance company refuses to pay the bills for someone who got hurt at work. Again my fault.<br /><br />3:00 pm. Review payoff figures from bank. They are correct.<br /><br />3:10 pm. Boss asks me to review payoff figures again! Spend rest of day making a stupid spreadsheet.<br /><br />5:00 pm. Get home to run to softball game.<br /><br />5:00 pm. Daughter informs me she has a chorus concert at 6pm.<br /><br />5:15 pm. Start dinner.<br /><br />6:00 pm leave for concert.<br /><br />8:00 pm get home from concert.<br /><br />8:05 pm dinner that was cooked is totally dried out (was going to save it for Thursday) need to go to store and purchase more sauce like stuff.<br /><br />8:15 pm. Open mail. Chase refuses to payoff Chase card with Chase card.<br /><br />Right now. All kids are complaining. Husband isn't home.<br /><br />Is it over?mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-47643526873105207262010-05-03T14:55:00.001-07:002010-05-03T14:59:35.380-07:00budgetsI went over my food budget for the week by $6. Not bad, because usually I spend closer to $300 than $206. I learned during my checkout that I could save 0.50 a gallon on my gas because we have spent $500 there since they put up their own gas station. Got gas for $2.39 a gallon! Which filled up our SUV. Now if I can make that last two weeks I'll be psyched.<br /><br />Did not turn on our A/C even though the temps hit 90 here with 110% humidity (or so it felt like it)<br /><br />I'm enjoying this budget process. It's a fun game. A game I hope I can win.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-38304709943215013692010-05-02T15:19:00.000-07:002010-05-02T15:23:43.473-07:00ahhhh, I did get to watch Avatar. Loved it.<br /><br />Meg blew off her daughter's softball game to go tailgate at a horse race. She was nice enough to take a phot of the bottle of tequilla they were drinking to post it on her facebook page. The same facebook page her daughter has access to. Nice. <br /><br />Maybe I should be impressed that Meg made it to one game this season so far. Way to be a good mother and a shining example for your child. Well, she did actually spend the day with her daughter yesterday. I guess she deserves a day off for all that hard work.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-53660275383783330192010-05-02T10:41:00.001-07:002010-05-02T10:52:06.925-07:00I've added two more loads of wash to the three I did yesterday. All line dried. Thank you. Today I weeded two large flower beds, planted some annuals, cleared out the finished compost into the vegtable garden, started a new compost bin using my neighbors bagged cut grass (idiot, but thank you) cleaned my daughters room (no small feat) and have a playdate going on for my youngest. All I want to do is lay down and watch Avatar. Not possible, because my husband is not here and my father has decided to sit in the tv room and watch every talk show about polictics he has taped. That would be three shows this morning. He will probably leave right after Joe gets home.<br /><br />Yep suicide watch. God forbid anybody leave me home alone for an hour.<br /><br />Sure I could go to the air conditioned grocery store (you know my budget does NOT allow turing on the air in May), but I just need one hour of relaxation time. If I go upstairs I'll clean, declutter or end up in the boys room (don't make me do that....it's not relaxing).<br /><br />How does my father listen to this crap. It's blah, blah, blah. They never say anything of worth. No wonder I spent hours at the gym while unemployed. Is 1:50 pm too early for a glass of wine?<br /><br />I don't think so.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-77563047382697156162010-05-01T08:35:00.001-07:002010-05-01T11:15:00.466-07:00IllegalLots of things are illegal. For instance I let my son T ride in the front seat on the way back from his baseball game. His friend (in the next car) told T he wished he could sit in the front seat. His father informed him (rather loudly) that it was illegal. Yes it is. I broke the law. I know. He has to be 12. I'm sure there is a weight limit of 120 lbs also. I guess Nicole Richie can't ride in the front seat either.<br /><br /><br />I'm sure that father is going to freak if he sees my kid riding his bike to the park by himself in an hour. That's probably against the law also.<br /><br /><br />I also think the interest rate that credit card companies charge should be illegal. I took a long hard look at my debt this past week. It's sad. No, it's pathetic what a mess we are in. I created a huge budget spreadsheet and a downloaded a "snowball" debt spreadsheet. After that it was off to call the credit card companies to see if they would lower my rate. (since I've been paying on time, paying over the minimum due and making multiple payments....sometime every week) Those bastards wouldn't lower my rate. Funny thing is we got a 0% on balance transfer card offer the next day. It was in my husbands name, so we took the debt from the Chase bank and moved it over to the Chase bank. Assholes. This will save us $1,400 in interest alone and payments will go directly to principal for one year. After that the interest rate is still 10% lower than what they were charging me. <br /><br />I'm actually very excited to work within the budget I set up. I love a new challenge.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-7347722130399042422010-04-26T16:39:00.000-07:002010-04-26T16:53:41.066-07:00small updateswhen I have the time.<br /><br />I have my children in Baseball, T-ball and Softball. Some days we have three games at once, some weeks we have a game almost everyday. Good times.<br /><br />I haven't worked out in ages. Wait....refrase ... I do walk and run during those ball practices. I haven't been to the gym and actually picked up a weight. I did it once, though. Got up at 5:30 am and spent the hour there. Swore I would do that 2x a week. Damn.<br /><br />Went camping with the boy scout troop this weekend. I threw up and fainted. Good times. (it was dehydration, btw)<br /><br />I am no longer friends with Meg. She is all about finding a man, going out, working out, at the expense of what is really important in life.<br /><br />Work is busy, busy, busy.<br /><br />I hate credit card companies. They won't lower the obnoxious rate they charge me. I'm in the middle of starting a war against my debt. I'm going with the "snowball" approach. Wish me luck.<br /><br />Hope to be posting more and fainting less.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-10664227313441000592010-04-24T04:08:00.001-07:002010-04-24T04:08:47.372-07:00hellowill be back soon.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-1939437434649676392010-03-18T14:59:00.000-07:002010-03-18T15:03:49.993-07:00It's 70 degrees and sunny! <br /><br />I've discovered casseroles. My children don't complain about dinner anymore. Every dinner time I heard things like "I hate chicken" or "I hate meat" "can we have cereal?" I am a really good cook too. Where's the love?<br /><br />I have one child in softball, one in American League baseball and the other in T-ball. Last night I went straight from work and we didn't get home until 7 pm. Luckily only one child had practice yesterday.<br /><br />I learned today that I have a loud voice. That bummed me out. <br /><br />Life is good.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-34089377448416274402010-03-10T16:18:00.000-08:002010-03-10T16:20:50.696-08:00thingsI have approx 51 scissors floating around the house.<br /><br />I have approx 15 nail clippers also.<br /><br />I can't locate one of the above.<br /><br />I've purchased approx. 10 hair brushes this year. We are down to 2.<br /><br />Am I the only one?mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-30224689939114490682010-03-07T12:42:00.000-08:002010-03-07T13:06:29.392-08:00Things that make me madThere is a long list, but this is one of the top ones.<br /><br />People who waste my time. Now, this might be more my problem, because I was not born with the genetic dna that holds the patience gene. It got lost in the shuffle. I have no patience. I will admit that. It is a problem of mine. I have learned to deal with it. I count to 10, I do breathing exercies, I make fun of you in my head, I talk under my breath and I think I'm really good at "the look" I give you people.<br /><br />So last week, Julia and I do a mommy-daughter day (a trip to Justice) and we decided to stop at the strip mall and hit up ACMoore. Since we live on the East Coast there are 30ft wide and tall piles of snow everywhere (I'm exaggerating a little bit) that take up a lot of the available parking. We get lucky and see these women getting ready to leave. Wait, back-up, putting their bags in the car. They see us. One is 30 and the other is her mom and I think there was a kid in a stroller. I put my turn signal on and wait. And wait. And wait. By this time I feel words being formed. Words, my daughter doesn't really need to hear. (mother fuckers was about to come out) so I tell J, lets see how long these people take to put their bags in the car and acutally leave. We watch the clock. Four minutes past and at that time they finally got the stroller in. They knew we were there, they kept looking at us. 20 feet closer to the store I saw a car pull out of a spot. So I do what any mother with her first born in the car does. I floor it past the bitches and get a spot closer to the store. Too bad those ladies went out the other end, because Julia had a great idea to walk in the middle of the lot really slow. She needs to stop hanging out with me. FYI, it took us 30 seconds to get in the car and put it in reverse (with our bags). We are that good. <br /><br />Today at the grocery store I go to the self checkout. The guy using it has a kid in the cart and he takes way to long to finish. For example "ok, I'm going to run my card through", "it's processing". I'm being patient. Then he gets the receipt (which again he anounces to the child) Did I mention there is a line forming? Then he reviews said receipt! I'm pretty sure he told the kid the price of every single item as it was being run up. At this point I say "dear God" under my breath, (and to the guy behind me). I mean come on dude, there is a line and you bought pretzels and bread. <br /><br />Anyhow I don't like slow people. Don't even get me started on those Buicks on the backroads. Don't they know when I'm in my 4 cylinder, stick shift, Pontiac Vibe I like to think I'm in Nascar? Get off the track.<br /><br />Yes stupid problems and complaints, but I feel better.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-80106184773253235152010-03-07T04:26:00.000-08:002010-03-07T04:41:10.371-08:00wasting money and saving timeMy washer was finally fixed. It's been pretty much broken for, oh, 6 months. It had, in its own special way worked those 6 months. If you washed your clothes on the 38 minute cycle it would take about an hour and half. You had to keep going back there, press the button again and when that was finally done, you had to re-spin the wash because it was soaking wet. The 13 minute spin cycle took about 30 minutes.<br /><br />It's one of those fancy, water saving, front loaders. All in all I hate it. We have had the repair-man out here 3 times in one year. The last time he came (Friday) he fixed it. It worked! For. One. Load. The next load water was coming out (again) but all over the place, it started making funny noises and it died. Of course it died. My excitement should only last for 38 minutes.<br /><br />I was in a mood already because I'm a mom. I grabbed all the clothes I could find, schelped to the laundry mat in town, got $20 in coins and played the cards GE dealt me. I did 6 loads of wash in 2 hours. I read a magazine, brought a book, (wish I had brought some running shoes and clothes, but hey I did cardio already) It was me and the silence of the laundramat. Delightful.<br /><br />Money well wasted.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-7573903253682817372010-03-06T04:08:00.001-08:002010-03-06T04:23:02.729-08:00TodayI have a new workout buddy and in one hour I start my path back into gym land. Yea! I'm really excited. I'm out of shape, I feel sluggish and this is just what I need.<br /><br />Now onto muscle friend (meg). Can I not say "no"? The answer seems to be "no". I got roped into watching her daughter today so she can go to the (same) gym for 3+ hours. I swore I was done with helping her in this instance. I tried to get Meg to walk with me last Saturday morning. She was feeling depressed and in my opinion a walk cures all. No, she had to work out her legs because she hadn't done that in weeks. I asked her if she would be at the gym Thursday and got this text that yes, but she wouldn't be able to talk because she was working on her legs and doing cardio. I didn't want talk to her, I just wanted to drop off a book for her. I did, and basically said hi and signed up with the owner. Today, yes, she's working out her legs. She will work on her legs for one hour and then do her bootcamp class for another hour and, well honestly I don't know what the extra hour includes after that. We invited her over for dinner again on Sunday also. I informed her of our "No cell phone policy" at the table. I guess "no" worked in that instance.<br /><br />Meg is friends again with that pornographic, nazi, white power loser. I can't go there right now. I'm trying to help her and our talks seem to work, but I think she needs professional help. Her husband is still a douche. (my husband says douche is a more deragatory word than dick, whatever) Her husband calls, and texts ALL the time. He cries, screams, calls her a bitch, claims he will commit suicide etc. He told his 11 year old daughter that Meg is a bitch and he's going to punch her. Then as a typical abuser apologizes and says it will never happen again. That promise is forgotton in 24 hours.<br /><br />That is why I'm watching Meg's daughter today. Not for Meg, not for the husband, but for the child. She can come here, be safe, have fun, have people listen to her and for 3 hours be truly happy.mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14430066.post-82810656925508010332010-02-22T15:23:00.000-08:002010-02-22T15:24:12.876-08:00huh?We had over 2 feet of snow on the ground and I just found two fleas on one cat and one on the dog. (it's been 30 days since i've used frontline) What the hell?mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422846873054243814noreply@blogger.com1