Parents-Whose turn is it to get in the shower first?
Blondie (to Brownie)--I'll pay you $5 in cold, hard cash to take yours first.
Blondie rethinks and now offers $2, and is negotiated back up to $3. Money actually changes hands.
Brownie--I'll do anythng for money!
Parents--Oh, that's nice to know.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Parents-Whose turn is it to get in the shower first?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
I make lists for traveling. I am way too concerned about not having something that is needed. However, I think it qualifies as taunting when my dear husband takes my list and adds his items (inside the black box).
Is it really necessary to call such attention to my obsessions? I think not.
This post is not going to make sense, and I know that in advance. It is 6 in the morning, and I am awake. If I were working, I might be tolerable, but I just called in, go you figure it out.
I woke up with csats yammering at the door, a huge headache from drugs (legal) and pain in my back and hip. I was also dreaming that Sweetheart thought I had a drug problem and insisted on confronting me in front of the kids and his ex.
I know my back is a mess because I worked two 10 hour shifts, and I will be going to my doctor to get a note that I cannot work that long. I know I have a shitty back, but I signed up for 8 hour shifts for a reason. Ugh.
There were two deaths in my personal neighborhood this week. My aunt who was 54 years old with a 19 year old daughter died from a respiratory disease. She had been in the hospital a couple of weeks, and I thought this would be the outcome. Since the funeral was in Charlotte yesterday, I knew I wouldn't make it--particularly as we are having our family reunion this weekend. How strange is that. However, as my father said, "There isn't any good place to be, so might as well have them where peoplc care about them."
The other death was my best friend's father. He also had been sick for a while and was of a more appropriate age. It was interesting that I felt more compelled to see her and hug her neck than my uncle's. I do love my uncle and cousin, but they aren't part of my routine. My friend is. I talk to her at least twice a week, and definitely feel more connected. Turns out the reunion is just a bit too far for me to drive over to see her--unless she calls and says, "okay--get here no matter what." So far, she and her mom are doing great and things are not at that point.
I think ir will make the reunion a bit weird. We already have my sister's Can't Come Soon Enough Divorce on the table for discussion, and now this. I think it will be more light hearted than it sounds (we all use humor to deal with stress), but that is what it will be.
To be honest, I am selfishly hoping that the girls have fun with the pack of cousins, Sweetheart gets some quiet time to get to know my family, and I get time to sit on my ass and paint my toenails. Anything else is a bonus. All this can only happen after we get the girls packed (god help us), so wish me luck!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Here are a few more examples of the letters I have painted. I really like how Lil Wicked's turned out. I also now know that high noon is the only time I can get enough light to show details.
What I am wondering is this...
Do you guys think I could sell these letters on Etsy?
How much do you think would be reasonable?
Any brilliant ideas of how to mount them on the wall? (I was thinking those little cloth hooks or tiny sawtooth hooks.)
Anyone else ever sell anything on Etsy?
Some additional information...
They are 4" tall and 1/4" wide (deep?). The letters cost 50 cents, but if I sell them I may go to a "fancier" one that costs $1. The paint is about 75 cents for 2 ounces, and I don't know how much I use on each letter. I am very clear that I fall in the "crafty" category rather than the "artist" category, and I am okay with that and think it should be reflected in the pricing. Any tidbits of advice would be greatly appreciated.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Here are all the various names entered into the contest. I knew nobody would guess. The names are Noah (guessed by nobody) and Jameson (amazingly, also guessed by nobody). I should have made it into one of those "how many words can you make out of these letters" games.
James and Hannoo
Mason and Janeho
Hanna and Jemoos
Jonah and Amenos
Joanne and Shamo
Josh and No Name
James and Noonah
Jonah and Menosa
John and Seamona
Jason and Neamh? (But I'm short an O. But I like the Neamh, it's an Irish name).
Mason & Johnsea?
Jonas & Noameh?
James, hanna, anna, hejooms, lol. IDK
Shamen and Jonas
Soon & Hamanej
And so, I wrote all the names on small pieces of paper and then had Blondie pick one. The winner is...............................
So, let me know if you want it to say Smelly and Lil Wicked or their real names, okay?? I love the fact that I know almost everyone who entered as well as who the important little ones are in their lives. I may not be leaving my job to blog, but I really enjoy you guys. Thanks for your participation!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I will be stunned and amazed if anyone gets the girl name. It is a family name and not very girly. You are eligible for a prize just for guessing--that's why I said it could be half-assed. I failed to take into account the determination of some readers. I will put the names of guessers as of midnight Thursday into a hat and pick a winner.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I painted letters for my yet-to-be-born niece and nephew. The room is a jungle theme. Showing them here is against my usual pseudonym policy, but the letters are not in order. And even if you figured them out, what would you do about it? Well, anyone who ventures even a half-assed guess will get a set of letters for the cool kid or grown-up in their lives...assuming you can trust me with their names.
The winner can (of course) choose the color theme for their letters. These are made for a jungle nursery.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
We figured out at the last minute that Friday would be the last weekend night the girls would be with us before their birthday. We decided to give them their presents so they could enjoy them Friday and Saturday.
I also thought for sure there would be some cake pan or instructions on the interwebs on making a cake or cupcakes that look like these guys.....
Well, there were not any pans at the store or instructions, so I had to go out on my own. At first I began documenting like any half-assed blogger would....
Then, I realized there was no way in hell I would be finished before they got home. I was scrambling, and finally finished in the bedroom. The frosting was store bought, and much mushier than what we used for the guitar. It shows in the final product, but the girls were way freaking pleased--even more than I thought they might be. Just for the record--blue and black frosting make for very weird looking lips and tongues.
I also finally did the ribbon bulletin boards for the girls' room. I am now very excited about getting the room painted and finall "done."
My husband says it is in poor taste to blog that I caught my stepdaughter brushing hair not on her head with my bath brush. What do you think?
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I am still recovering from the trip last week, and I don't think I can really do it justice. Suffice it to say that we had a great time. The music was good, the visiting even better, and it was tainted by minimal drama and a touch of rain.
I was born in Fort Sill Army Hospital because (good guess) my father was in his 2 year stint when I was born. I don't remember anything about living there, and I have always wanted to see it. My sister and brother were born at hospitals down the road from where we grew up, and it seemed weird. As I have grown attached to Oklahoma through this annual festival and Woody Guthrie, my Okie roots have become more important to me. However, it is more than a short drive from where we stay to
where I was born. My friend T. agreed to go with me this year. The trip from our hotel to Ft. Sill and then to the airport was supposed to be 3 1/2 hours. We left the hotel at 8:30 in the morning, thinking we would have about an hour to see the hospital and living quarters--then head to the airport to pick up the friends arriving at 1PM.
Well, as you may have guessed, it was a bit more complicated than that. I think it took longer to drive to Ft. Sill than the map seemed to indicate. We arrived at the base and found armed guards. We immediately wondered if we would even be allowed on the property. They scanned our driver's licenses. I got a green light and my friend got a yield sign. Evidently, she has a name and ID number very similar to hers who perhaps is not the most upstanding citizen.
Everyone was very nice and helpful. When I asked where the hospital was, they asked, "The old one or the new one?" I said the old one, but it missed me by a couple of years. Mine was the one built in 1962, just 3 years before I was born.
We then found out that Geronimo has a grave site there, and it became a mission. It was about 4 miles off the map, and we passed it without seeing it the first time. When we asked some guys doing construction if they knew where it was, they literally pointed over their shoulders.
Geronimo's grave was decorated with a pyramid of red native stones and a statue of a bird. People had left trinkets ranging from peppermints to tobacco to figurines. I was pretty impressed to see the place where he had once been held captive be treated with such respect.
Okay, from the rambliness of the post, I can tell I am still too tired. More from me later.
Monday, July 14, 2008
I had a fabulous trip which I will detail perhaps tomorrow or Wednesday. Here are a few teasers....
My husband (fairly gracefully) tolerated the antics of me and one of my girlfriends goofballing all the way to Okemah, Oklahoma. It took us 10 hours to get there, and when it was just hea and I it took just over 8. He called it a "forced death march" even though we did want to go, we just were having fun along the way.
I saw Geronimo's gravesite.
The weather was a balmy 96ish instead of the 110ish we have seen other years.
The music and friendship was awesome.
The clouds hiding the sun were almost as good.
I am so freaking tired I can hardly see.
I will try to catch up on blogs and commenting soon--but bloglines is looking rather intimidating at the moment.
My neti pot is getting much use this week. I hate allergies.
Judy Collins can still hit the high notes.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Arrived safely in Okemah, not much time to spare after a long drive.
Great show by Country Joe McDonald. He focused on Woody Guthrie, but the encore was his Infamous "Viet Nam Rag," as seen on the Woodstock video "follow the bouncing ball." It gave me goose bumps.
Later, I'll have to catch up with all of you when I return. Be good and have lots of fun.
Monday, July 7, 2008
It doesn't even qualify as bullets, because that would mean more organization.
I am thrilled to the point of pathology that Dove has a new deodorant that smells like grapefruit. I love anything citrusy for cleaning, bathing, etc. When I saw the commercial, I wanted to go to the store right then.
My boss called and asked me to work past my usual shift today. I informed her that I had an appointment. She asked, "What time?" I thought that was terribly intrusive and it hacked me off.
I got innundated with patients today and some of them had to wait more than an hour for me to see them. I felt really bad being the one with the chart to whom everyone looked hopefully when I went to the waiting room.
I asked my husband nicely if he would watch "The Bachelorette" with me tonight. His reply was, "Can I trade sex for watching it?" Sheesh, men.
I passed a post total of 500 between this one and the old one.
Sidney (the cat) is both obsessed and terrified of the vacuum.
When I asked him about the decor for the nursery, my brother (who has twins on the way) said, "Nursery?" Turns out it it "Jungle," but when I asked for further details (such as brand name), he said, "The usual kind, monkeys, lions, giraffes." My brother is as cool and weird as I am. He wasn't for the longest time...I'm glad he is now.
Leaving Wednesday morning for our annual trip to the Woody Guthrie folk festival. I am very, very excited. My wonderful, bestest friend from Philly is flying in tomorrow night and will drive up with us. I can't wait.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
We all know that we have given our parents many gray hairs over the years, but one event in particular came to my mind this week.
I think I was about 13 years old, so that would make the step down of the sibs to be 12, 11, 10 and 8. Add my sister's friend so end up with another 11 year old to the mix. For some reason, my father chose to take all of us to the mall to purchase my stepmother's birthday gift. I think in retrospect, he would consider this a bad decision.
This was during the time of arcades--you know those places full of video games that kids today don't have to frequent because they have everything at their fingertips. My little brother and stepbrother were frequent attendees of arcades.
I'm unsure of the exact timeline of events, but the bottom line was this. All the kids got separated from each other, and my father couldn't find more than a couple of us at a time. He'd put us someplace and tell us to stay and go look for some more. When he returned, the ones he had 'caught' before would have gone away.
At one point, he gave my brothers the present to watch. They weren't paying much attention (Pac Man was getting that) and somebody nicked the present. My sister (at some point) went out to where she thought the car was and didn't see it. So she walked home. I think it was about 3 miles, much further (and on busier streets) than was reasonable even way back then. Somehow my father ultimately rounded us all up and we made it home--but still minus a present I'm sure he couldn't afford to lose.
The reason I remember this event is that I believe it was the last time I was spanked. My father called them "bashes," and they were doled out in specific numbers. We would be folded over his knee and get popped with an open hand. That day, we each got the number to match our age. Somehow the topic of spanking came up this week, and I remembered. When I talked to my dad he remembered also, and managed to laugh about it.
This wasn't the worst thing I ever did as a kid, but it was up there as far as trauma caused to a parent. How about you? When was one of the times you made your parents wish they never had kids?
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I won't get into the details here (they are boring and we have moved on), but this past weekend was a significant low point for me. The problems with Brownie seemed to take a big spike, and Sweetheart and I were just not on the same page about things. I now wonder if we were even in the same book. I was so discouraged that my stomach hurt, my head ached, and I wanted to hide under the covers and cry. I didn't do that exactly, but certainly took cover for a bit.
Last Tuesday the girls were here again, and I was really stressed about it. As it turned out, there was indeed another meltdown, but Sweetheart and I both took steps in the appropriate directions as far as dealing with it. And her reaction was different. It is such a relief to get evidence that what you are doing is a good thing because it is really hard to do even though you know it is a good thing. I hope you know what I mean, because I cannot possibly rewrite that sentence.
Then Brownie had her first session with the counselor. She initially didn't want to go, but left really excited about it. The therapist gave us positive feedback about her willingness to talk, her level of insight, and (yay) the fact that she did include me in the picture she drew of her family. (many steps do not do this--they still see their family as siblings and bio parents only.)
I am encouraged, and this is a good thing. I still feel stressed out, but not to the same degree. I am looking forward to an almost 3 day weekend (4 hours of call on Sunday), and then just working 2 days next week. We are going to a music festival with some amazing friends, and it will be good for all.
Have a happy and safe weekend.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Who else is wasting their life watching The Bachelorette?
What was the mother thinking who brought her child for surgery wearing earrings the size of an orange that said "sexy," a snug ass tshirt that said "Girls Rule" and the tightest jeans ever with the back pockets removed?
Why can't I start my time off work tomorrow instead of a week from tomorrow?
When did they rid of the little "spit sink" at the dentist office?
Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
How did I end up with so many mongrels?
Any answers? Any more questions?
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
While changing the earrings of the Blonde one tonight (who is still a bit squeamish)
Blondie: (said with much drama) From the bottom of my heart, will you please be gentle with me? I'm a sensitive woman.
Sophie: You are not a woman yet.
Blondie: (giggles) Yeah, I know but it sounds better like that.
Then, a few moments later the two of them are talking like Valley Girls, and they know they are talking like Valley Girls. How the hell do two kids born in 1998 know about Valley Girls??