Thursday, March 19, 2009

Thursday Thirteen (shut it -better late than never)

Thirteen Things I Wonder About:

13. How do you throw a garbage can in the garbage?
12. Why does the squirrel always run in front of your car rather than to the safety of the side of the road?
11. How come every time I watch sporting events, my team loses? (my hubby says I'm a cooler - wtf?)
10. Why is that my underwear is the only thing that falls on the floor(laundry room is outside, floor is gross) when I'm doing laundry?
9. Why do my cats, who are supposed to be so stealthy, make so much damn noise from knocking things over and running into inanimate objects?
8. Do color announcers realize how lame they actually are?
7. How much goofing off does my boss really realize I do?
6. Why is it that when I feel lonely, no one is looking for me, but when I need some quiet time, the phone rings constantly?
5. Why do bad things happen to good people? (sorry - this was too obvious to ignore)
4. Does every one's mom manage to make them insane, no matter how much you love each other?
3. Do your children ever truly realize how much you love them?
2. Why is it that the southerners that make it onto television are generally the ones who make the rest of us look bad? (trailer park + tornado = prime time)
1. Why is it that the usual wake up crap (kids with bad dreams, cats knocking over glasses of water, early trash truck) happens just before the alarm clock?


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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Erin Go Braugh!


In tribute to the Irish in all of us...


This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.
— Sigmund Freud, about the Irish


I wish I had read the above a long time ago - I would have stopped trying to figure out my husband!




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Friday, March 13, 2009

Freaky Friday

In honor of Friday the 13th, I have decided to share with you, my five readers, one of my funniest memories from childhood. This one is funny-strange AND funny-haha, a TWOFER, if you will. Anyway, we call it Freaky Friday and my mom is the one who has it down most clearly, but this is the summary. It's better in verbal form because there are many more details but too long here.

1. Mom has flat tire. Two kids in the car and it's about 12947840236 degrees. She has to walk down Hwy 61 to a friend's house with both of us in tow. Did I mention I was barefooted in a bathing suit and that Grace probably weighed 40 pounds as a three year old?

Later:

2. Dad decides to take us all to the beach. We get one of those pop up violent thunderstorms and have to flee to the car. Only we have an addition to our family - a stray yellow lab that for whatever reason my dad decided we had to rescue. So, two parents, two kids, all associated beach stuff and a soaking wet random dog in our car. Mom manages to find a shelter to drop the dog off while Dad stays in the car. Nice.

3. Get home, get cleaned up and try to salvage the day by going out to dinner at Carey Hillard's. That's right, folks, class all the way. Anyway, we are eating dinner and the power goes out in the restaurant.

4. Back home again, the power is out there also. By this time, everyone had just had it and was ready for bed. Because there was no power there was also no A/C and remember, it's 4723017025 degrees, so us kids were sleeping on the floor in the hall.

5. Everyone has been asleep for a few hours when I wake up because I was throwing up. At this point in my life, I had hair almost to my waist and since I was asleep when my stomach decided to revolt, well, let's just say it wasn't good. Poor Mom gets me cleaned up, remakes a place for me to sleep, gets Grace back to sleep and goes back to bed. Remember, this is all happening in the dark.

6. At four AM the power comes back on. Great, right? Only not so much at our house because my dad had gone around flipping all the light switches, television, radio, etc. - pretty much anything with power and hadn't turned them off. So, in the middle of the night, our house comes to life with a PASSION. Mom finally cracks and goes ballistic and we all begin our day.

So, in case you have ever wondered where my bad luck came from, I would tell you to look back to that fateful day in 1983 when my history of misfortune began.

Happy Friday!




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Thursday, March 12, 2009

Scramble

Do you ever have times when you think that there just isn't enough room in your head for all the different things you are trying to think about? This week has been like that.

Worrying about/praying for Forester (my friends child who has recently begun treatment for brain cancer) has consumed a lot of mental/spiritual space. Alongside this, and, I believe, no coincidence, has been a particular blog I read - subject matter a couple of times this week has been about her spiritual life and her particular struggles. I have been following this blog off and on for a couple of years now, and, not to sound like a weirdo, her writing has gone from really good, to INSPIRED in the past week. Again, what has struck me most strongly is the timing of it all. Not to be dramatic about it, but her first post about dropped me like a stone - coincidence? I think not.

www.suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com - Please check this out if you are like me and can't quite get a grip on all of it.

The timing on this has been nothing short of divine, because ever since I found out about Forester's illness, I have prayed more in the last two weeks than I have in the last two years. However, I feel like a hypocrite, like I don't have the right to pray and ask God for anything, because I have virtually ignored Him and everything else related to the Christian life for quite a long time. What to do? I believe and I don't believe all at the same time. It's so confusing.

So take all of this, throw in work, friends, kids, school (and associated insanity), soccer, t-ball, and random pet catastrophes and you will see why I feel so mentally scrambled! Eggs, anyone?


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Monday, March 9, 2009

There's just nothing to say about this









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Thursday, March 5, 2009

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Reasons I Am Looking Forward To Warm Weather:

13. Observing people getting crazier and crazier due to the heat.
12. Not feeling like it's the middle of the night when the alarm goes off.
11. House shaking thunderstorms - although nerve wracking, still so impressive.
10. Staying at the beach so long that my kids go to bed waaay early.
9. TOMATOES! This is very important to me - probably my favorite food overall.
8. All other fruits and veggies that are so tasty in the summer.
7. Gamecock Baseball (at least we're good at something)
6. Being able to actually see and enjoy your pedicure.
5. The smell of lawns being mowed.
4. Getting a tiny bit of color on my white self.
3. The good movies coming out so you can escape the heat in an ice cold theater.
2. Crabbing, boating, fishing - anything on the water.
1. All the cookouts, get togethers, parties, weddings - so much to do!




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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Shaken, not stirred

OK, the last 24 hours have been a little surreal. Because I have a tendency towards long posts, I am going to keep it short by doing this bullet style.

- BIG Facebook mix up. Much drama yesterday afternoon that was reaching the point of insanity before it was revealed what had actually happened. There will be much plotting and scheming the demise of the individuals responsible for this chaos. More details to follow.

- My daughter has a Strep A infection...downstairs. Yep, at seven years old, the poor thing has been introduced to the downside of being a chick. Hopefully the antibiotic will nuke this thing ASAP.

- I went to fill Will's Vyvanse and it turns out we are missing eleven pills. This is a controlled substance similar to Ritalin, so this is not good for several different reasons, first and foremost, because he needs it, not to mention that it's expensive and WHERE DID IT GO?

- Extraordinary sales meeting this morning. Not the subject matter so much, but the presenter. Middle aged guy wearing a zoot suit for lack of a better description. Black and white pinstripes, hot pink polka dot bow tie, suspenders, Fedora (jauntily cocked to the side of course), Aviator sunglasses, several rings, a couple of bracelets and, wait for it, a SPRAY TAN!!! Awesome way to start the day.

- Science night and book fair last night at Celi's school, Girl Scouts tonight, soccer and t-ball this Saturday. Sigh...

- Helga is in the shop for a new timing belt amongst other possibilities, which thrills me to no end, seeing as how the selfish biyatch just got all new tires last week! Seriously.

- Most importantly, Lindsey from Suburban Turmoil commented on my blog! I have arrived!!!




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Monday, March 2, 2009

Rebeccah Connelly, Meanie Pants

While I am normally a pretty upbeat person, occasionally I get in these moods that are either very dark or very angry. Generally this is short-lived and leaves only a few casualties. (Fatalies are extremely rare, but not unheard of, btw.) Anyway, the last couple of days has found me in one of the angry moods. Not like scary stay away from her angry - more along the lines of simmering just below the surface, waiting to leak out. Even more unsettling, I feel like being mean. Really mean. Which is also weird for me, because even though I do have a tendency towards mouthing off, I'm not really known for pure ugliness. What bothers is me is why this happens. I have a list of things that I am not happy about, but I know that I have tons of blessings, so what is the problem? Why does the bad list overshadow the good one? I have a friend whose child has very recently been diagnosed with cancer, and here I am complaining about MY life? Make me feel like a jerk, and I try to keep it in perspective, but sometimes it feels like I will never get a break. I told Lawt that I would almost rather being hit once with a bat, than hit fifty times with a ruler. I know this isn't super fun light reading like usual, but I think sometimes you just have to gripe a little before you can dust yourself off and keep going. Sometimes I feel like I'm waiting for my REAL life to start, like this one is just a test run, which it very obviously is not. Enough complaining - things will be back to normal next post. If anyone else feels this way, it would be nice to know about...(hint, hint - comments!)




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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Zumba class, or, confirmation of aforestated cosmic curse theory

We have had a few temperate weeks here in the Chuck, and pleasant weather always makes me think about summer. Which makes me think about the beach. Which makes me think about bathing suits. Which makes me think about myself naked. Which makes me think about rejoining the land of those who exercise. In a completely random fit of zeal, I decided to go to the (yes, singular) Zumba class held at my gym this week. I called ahead, just be sure that I had the time correct and to see if, by some insane chance, that I needed to be there early to sign in. (I've heard horror stories about spin class, so I wanted to be prepared.)

Bear in mind that this is the first time in five months that I have even darkened the door of my most excellently shabby gym, so I am really out of shape, even by my slack standards. So, I check in, ask which studio they are using for The Big Z, and am told that Bambi, or whatever, is sick tonight, so no Zumba. Melanie will be teaching a hip hop class instead. Even though I am very disappointed, and quite sure that this class isn't what I want to do, I can't say no as the instructor is standing there looking at me with this hopeful expression. Sure, I say, that will be fun! It wasn't. Not only was it the teacher's very. first. time. teaching., it was fairly apparent that she is not left handed. Not going to be overly critical here in the privacy of the innerweb, but lets just say that my right side is feelin' it. The left, not so much. When it came time for the "face-off", I took my cue and fled to the safety of the weights area, where I proceeded to putz around a little, trying to digest what had just happened to me. I wonder if Bambi will be feeling better by next week - it can't be much worse.




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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

We're famous, y'all!



So yesterday, the kids were extras in a scene that was being filmed for the TV show Army Wives. It is filmed almost entirely here in Charleston and has been gotten fairly popular. The production company that does the show is a client of my company and so I was lucky enough to have someone "on the inside" who hooked us up! We got to be involved with a really cool scene - one that had two of the main characters in it, as well as being close to the action. We had to be there very early (6:15 AM) but I was told that that wasn't really that bad - most times it is around 5! Anyway, we checked in, filled out our forms and then headed to wardrobe, where they chose clothing for the kiddos scene. I had packed all their cutest play clothes and Celi's hair accessories but in the end, they were wearing exactly what they would be wearing to school.

We left for the set a little after 7 and I was surprised to see where the filming was done - a government housing complex just around the corner from my office. Apparently the folks who live there are given a stipend to basically put up the inconvenience of it and the show gets it's enlisted housing set, so it works for all parties involved. Anyway, there were about ready to roll when we got there so we immediately met with the guy who is in charge of making sure that the background was right. He was very cool and super nice to the kids, which I was initially a little worried about, so I was really happy with that. After he arranged everyone, he told the moms that we could go watch the scene through the monitors, which show what the cameras see and is under a tent. Apparently this is a big deal as lowly extras, etc., are usually just sent off to the side out of the way. So, while I am standing in this spot, I look to my right and there is one of the stars of the show getting her hair touched up! We were THAT close! A few minutes pass and then I hear the guy from earlier wanting to know where the mom for the blond boy in the blue stripey shirt is...hmmm, this is Will we're talking about - he's probably looking for yours truly. I round the corner with all kinds of nightmare visions in my head but then realize that I haven't heard any crashing, banging or screaming, so that made me a little less worried. Anyway, I think Will was kind of overwhelmed with it all and was not being terribly cooperative with his "mom", so I had to hide on the side of the house where they were filming. This was cool because Will felt better with me there and also because I got to watch the scene super close up. Pretty cool for the first 11 takes, not so much from thenceforth.

So we finally get a break and go to the restrooms, where I inadvertently had a very embarrassing conversation about the lack of toilet paper with Joanna Kerns, who is directing this episode. Awesome. That was just great. That is not a conversation I would have wanted to have with anyone, let alone with Maggie Seaver. Who happens to be quite tall, btw. And looks great, in case anyone is interested.

So the kids did a couple of other things and Celi got to run around in the background a bunch. Will would have been doing this same thing had he not looked at the in-charge guy and said, "I ain't doin' nothin' else!" and was sent to sit with me. I couldn't decide what to be more humiliated about - his behavior or his GRAMMAR! That would be bad for anyone, but for someone like me, it was HORRIBLE! I could feel the color creeping up my face as I apologized about fifty times in rapid succession. The guy was totally gracious about it and said how it had made his day to be told off in extreme southern by a five year old! Seriously.

We finished up around 11:30 and went straight to lunch. Then to WalMart (again) for a reward for being good and Valentines, then back home for some rest. We were all worn out! The kids conked out early last night and I was down for the count by 9:30 - being a star is hard work! Celi did especially well and had a great time, so I really hope they call again. Not to mention, they are both getting checks in the mail to the tune of $105 each! Keep your fingers crossed...


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Sunday, February 8, 2009

Back in the Saddle Again

So the last week or so has been a big blur. There was the Super Bowl Party at Michelle and Ben's house (big shout out to them for the kiddie condo arrangement across the street) which was fun; my birthday, which we celebrated at EVO, with tasty pizza and micro brews, followed by cake and ice cream at Scott and Marie's house. I had a very nice day and was given some very thoughtful gifts - HELLO Costco membership! Plus, how can a day be bad that starts off with Strawberry Supreme Cake at 8:45 AM? Sooo delicious. We have this wonderful tradition where I work that when it is your birthday, we all have cake for breakfast!

Anyway, yesterday I put all my gift cards to work - fantastic haircut with Erica, new sneakers at Dick's and getting my Costco card. All in all, a pretty darn good haul and relaxing to boot! PLUS I still have my gift certificate to Sesame, courtesy of Scott and Marie...looking back at what I just typed, it has dawned on me that I am, as they say in dog training, food motivated. Maybe I should work on that. How awesome would it be if I was, say, ELLIPTICAL motivated?! Hmmm....

So, what else? Ah, yes, I have once again been roped into coaching soccer. Which is fine because Celi wants to play soccer and if I have to be there anyway, I may as well be in charge. I enjoy it for the most part, but I kind of wish I was coaching kids that are a little older and more into playing, rather than chasing butterflies and twirling each others hair. And, yes, this does include the boys, by the way. Hopefully this spring will be better than last fall - the kids were so nonchalant about everything that it was pretty frustrating.

This weekend and last have actually been really nice outside, which I am so thrilled about - the rainy weekends were getting to more than I could take. We have had some serious park time, which does wonders for all our moods, as well as our health. A few weeks ago, it had rained so many days in a row that I couldn't take it anymore and took the kids to the playground in the rain. It wasn't pouring or cold, so we just hung out for a couple of hours, getting some exercise.

I have a feeling that the next couple of weeks are going to be pretty full, but in a good way. My parents are moving back to Charleston after having been in Asheville for the past ten years, and I am thrilled! It has been lonely for me in a weird way, even though I am surrounded by friends and Lawton's family. It's just not the same as your own PLUS I am so happy that they are going to be able to be involved in all the little things that the kids do - sports, school, parties, etc. - things that they have missed over the past seven years.

Anyway, we have had another gorgeous weekend, which has made me quite happy. We went to two parks today and are completely tired out but in a good way. More to follow...



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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Random Thoughts

I don't know about you people, but between the weather and the economy, I'm feeling a little down in the mouth. This state of mind doesn't even take into consideration that I have finally admitted that I am cosmically cursed. Which I wallowed in and shed a few tears over this past weekend, but I'm getting over it. PLUS I keep getting colds, which does not improve the mood for the most part. Anyway, at the same time as this pity party was happening, I also discovered Twilight. I know I'm behind the times and I'm cool with that, but I did NOT expect to like these books. Twilight got my attention so much that I actually BOUGHT the sequel, New Moon, which is unheard of for me. I never ever buy books - they are just too freaking expensive, especially right now. So, now instead of complaining about the lack of sunshine, I am looking at people more closely so that I can determine if they might be vampires or not. Yes, I do have more important things to think about, thank you, but thinking about this kind of stupidity is what keeps me sane enough to DO those important things.

I also think that I want Samantha Brown's job. Isn't time for her to start popping out kids or something? But if I can't have her job, couldn't we at least be BFF's? She's interesting and fun - I'm interesting and fun. What's not to like? Even better - we could be a travel TEAM! Now to determine how to present this idea without seeming like a stalker...if she's not down with it, maybe I could steal Anthony Bourdain's show, only I'm not good at being that much of an ass, so I'd need some time to practice.

Next, my daughter informed me yesterday that she wants to go to Irish school. What is this, you ask? She has two friends at school who both go to language school on the weekends; one is Jewish and the other is Chinese. She wants to have a defined cultural background, other than white, which is what we are. My family on both sides has been here forever and my husband's family has been around almost as long, so we don't really have distinct immigrant flavor. I hated to inform her that Irish people generally speak English and therefore don't have a school here but at the same time, I think this is a good opportunity for hands on learning. I am trying to figure out a way to show her where we come from, without getting over her head, so if anyone knows how to explain genealogy to a seven year, please let me know!




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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Thursday Thirteen

13 Points of Interest About My Workplace (I'm not complaining, just observing)

1. There is no hot water. Ever.
2. We have three kinds of carpet in one room.
3. We have a serious critter population. Which is why using something other than a designated trash can could get you beat up.
4. It's not unusual for employees to carry weapons and occasionally use them.
5. It's not unusual for employees to have alcohol in their desks. See above.
6. We have lead pipes. Which explains a lot of things.
7. One of my coworkers has pink hair. But not in a punk rawk way.
8. We have one of those old school coffee vending machines where a cup is 50 cents.
9. The janitor speaks English but it's so geechie you need an interpreter.
10. A police dog once fell through the ceiling.
11. We have two Steves, two Shelleys, and three Joes.
12. The geechie janitor is magic. He can vanish and reappear at will. He also knows where everyone is at all times.
13. The TV in the break room only gets one channel and it is always on "the stories".




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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Who is "they", anyway?

My daughter's school emphasized MLK day yesterday as they were out of school on Monday. She and I had a lengthy conversation about how things were, how they are different and the importance of treating all people fairly. I was a little concerned however, that she did not seem to have been told that not every white person in America treated black people badly and that there were white people pushing for equality alongside their black peers. Please understand that I am in NO WAY minimizing the impact of the Civil Rights movement or to trivialize the plight of black people in American history and beyond, but to ensure that she understood that, like most things in life, not much is absolute. Generalized extremes are dangerous - think about the words everybody, nobody, always, never - they are inaccurate representations of situations and people; using them can be deceptive or misleading, even if unintentionally. I was telling my husband the other day that the best thing I took from my time in college (academically anyway) was the importance of defining "they", realizing that there are two sides to every story, knowing that numbers can be arranged to support anything, not taking opinion as fact and to never, ever deal in absolutes. This in itself is how racism breeds and grows...black people do this, white people don't do that, Asian people are good at math, etc. - none of this is true in entirety. Think about it - if you take out the adjective, it's just people. And that's an absolute that can't be denied.


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Monday, January 19, 2009

Blond Ambition, Part Two

I am one of those people who was pretty much born holding a cell phone to their ear. I refuse to use Bluetooth but I do have a headset for when I just really can't drive, talk, drink coffee and play technical director for the kids' electronics. So you can imagine my dismay when I picked up my trusty sidekick and found that it was powered off. No big deal, right? WRONG - it wouldn't come back on! Very distressed by this, I get on AT&T's website first thing and can find no indication of how to resolve this problem. So at my first opportunity, I dash to the store, which is not exactly around the corner.

Helpful sales guy: "What brings you in today? Anything I can help with?"
Me: "My phone won't come on. It worked yesterday, but this morning, it doesn't."

Helpful: "Well, let's take a look. What's your number?"
So I tell him. While he is looking up the number in the computer, I hear the very distinct sound of my phone turning on.

Me: "How did you do that?!" (amazed, in case you can't tell)
Helpful: I pushed the power button. (not smirky, but amused, I can tell)
Me: "What?! I pushed that button a million times this morning!!!"
Helpful: "Which button were you pushing?"
I point out the one.
Helpful: "That's the camera."

I can't remember the last time my face flushed like that. My husband likes to say that you have to be at least ten percent smarter than the machine you are trying to operate. What does it mean to not even be ten percent smarter than a very basic cell phone? I mean, that's about the same smartness as a loaf of bread! GAWD.




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Monday, January 12, 2009

There's creatures in my house, y'all

Sunday morning was going really well. I had been awake and up for about six minutes and was enjoying the day. Should have known that it was entirely too quiet and serene to last. Frank went out, just like every morning, and I began making coffee
and chatting with Celi. Suddenly there was a noise under my house that sounded like
a combination of thunder, a howler monkey on acid and screeching tires. I run for the door, get outside and realize that it's raining and I am barefoot. Run back inside to get shoes and the husband (still sleeping peacefully, which I was happy about), yelling, "Daddy! Help us, help us"! This probably was not the nicest way to wake him up but I couldn't help it - it sounded like a bloodbath was going on under the house. I grab Shelley's snow boots and charge back out the door, picking up an umbrella on my way. As I round the corner into the backyard, I spy the shovel (no idea why it was out) and grab it, too. There was no way in hell that some rabid wolverine or whatever was going to run out and attack me without getting knocked into next week! Lawton comes running out, dressed and wielding a flashlight, catches a look at me and begins laughing. A lot. Once again, I find myself in awe of the bravery and tenacity of Jack Russell terriers as my 13 pound dog shot under the house like a rocket. That bitch is FEARLESS when it comes to critter hunting! Next thing I know, the screeching thunder started up again and a tomcat came running out as fast as I have EVER seen. I didn't know cats could run that fast and I've had a lot of cats. I really am not sure if it even WAS a cat - there was not much other than a grey blur! The dog was in hot pursuit of course but the wolverine/cat made it to the fence in time to escape, which was a good thing because I'm not sure Winnie would have wanted a piece of that. I still have the umbrella and shovel just in case the cat wasn't the worst culprit, but it turns out he was working alone. Frank came strolling out a few minutes later, unharmed and unaffected, completely nonchalant about the fact that two people and a dog came to his rescue. I mean, I was in the rain, wearing my blue PJ's, black snow boots, holding a pink umbrella and a yellow shovel ready to defend him against the murderous wolverine gang! Ingrate.



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Flying Monkeys

We live in an average neighborhood, in an average house with average neighbors. This being said, there is some kind of phenomenon surrounding the house leftways across the street. Last year it was a likely meth lab, lice and involved DSS and this year brought us the flying monkeys. Not really, but there are two boys that no one pays any attention to, who are always outside and NEEDY. Don't get me wrong-these kids are friendly and polite but they are constantly out front, riding their bikes. So the instant we go outside or pull in the driveway - there they are! Lately for some reason, I have heard the Wizard of Oz music when I see them - you know, the da dada da dada that plays when the Wicked Witch is shown riding her bike and have since named them the flying monkeys. Which is mean but so it goes.

I am going to Chicago for work tomorrow, which I am very excited about, sub-Arctic temperature notwithstanding. Luckily for me, I work with people who have lived all over the country and own the necessary outerwear, so I didn't have to buy anything for this trip! Very pleased about this because I am really trying to stay on a budget right now and hopefully forever. I can't speak for the rest of my generation, but I can tell you for certain that this person has learned the lesson of credit, spending and waste - not one that I want to learn again! Anyway, back to the trip. I'm such a weirdo - I have major travel anxiety. Not flying anxiety but more of the packing/planning variety. So stupid. I'm going overnight on a direct flight to a Fortune 500 company's showroom/conference - should be pretty idiot proof, right? We'll see! Pics/update to follow...









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Friday, January 9, 2009

The House that Never Sleeps

So it seems that no matter what time of night it is, someone in my house is up. Usually its the humans, but the animals fall victim to this phenomenon occasionally too. It does not matter what time I might awake - it is inevitable that I will run into some member of the household. That is, if the offending member is not the reason I woke up in the first place. More than a few times, I have gotten up to use the bathroom or get some water and run into a child, an animal or a husband in the hallway. Sometimes it's the usual - bad dream, thirsty, bathroom, etc. - that part isn't interesting. The mystery is why it happens ALL THE TIME!!! I have called our house Casa de Connelly for years now but I'm considering changing the name to The House That Never Sleeps. I can't really hold it against the cats - they are naturally nocturnal and it takes awile to diffuse the wake up switch on an animal but even the damn dog will start pacing the hallway for no reason sometimes. I am thinking of getting some serious Feng Shui up in here because I am so sleep deprived that I can hardly remember my own name most of the time and the nighttime reindeer games aren't helping! Maybe we need to face our beds in a different direction or something.


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Monday, January 5, 2009

The Backyard Death Trap




This went over pretty well. No one has gotten hurt and they burn tons of energy jumping, so I'm pleased.




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Clicking Refresh

Now that we are finally done with the holiday season, there was some actual time to kill this past weekend. Which, as anyone who knows me understands, was difficult for me. I am not much of a homebody or a couch potato, but totally admire those who can successfully do nothing for extended periods of time. My Zen must not be as good as theirs because I am pretty much incapable of just hanging out. I like to play with the kids but even then, I need an organized effort of some variety to work with - a framework, if you will. The weather has been working against me on this front as we have had record breaking warm sunny days during the work week and several crappy weekends in a row. This brings me around to the point of this post. Now that the hard core hands on child rearing is morphing more into observing and encouraging independence, I find myself bored. Yes, bored. This is not to say that I don't have anything to do, it is more that I don't have anything I want to do, and we have already established how I feel about doing nothing. Compound this with limited means and I turn into a pacing, circling, irritable lunatic coming up with insane ideas to entertain oneself, like dragging my kids to the park to play on the playground. Sounds perfectly sane right? Yeah, not really - it was during a rainstorm. They had fun all the same but still. I think the bigger issue is that I don't have anything to really really think about or care about (this is me personally and is no way a reflection of my feelings about being a mother, wife, employee, etc.) I need a hobby, class, skill, interest - SOMETHING to be into. I was chatting with a friend earlier today and she feels the same way - you wake up in the morning and click refresh. I'm beginning to investigate a solution and will update you all as soon as I am inspired. Maybe I'll become obsessed with health and exercise. Right.






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