I love my husband dearly but he is slowly deteriorating in the stay at home dad category. He used to get up with me and bring me to work or at least help me get the kids ready for school, help make lunches, feed Harley breakfast, and what ever else needed to be done.
The longer he has been at home the longer he sleeps in in the mornings. Since my mom is at home too, Scott has started to slowly relinquish Harley duty to her. The past couple of mornings he has made it to almost noon before he rolls out of bed. This leaves mom to change Harley, feed him, entertain him, and whatever else he needs or wants.
I understand that he is enjoying this not working thing but it's getting to be a point of contention in between us. I feel if he is going to be the stay at home dad at least get up and take care of the baby. But that is just my opinion.
The day starts around noon. He'll get up and get dressed and Harley will run back to our bedroom as soon as he hears dad up and moving. They'll eat lunch together and then settle down in bed for a movie or some forensic show and some cashews.
Have you ever smelled cashew farts?
Ever, in your entire life?
No? Well then, you are very lucky.
They are the worst farts I have ever had to smell. Even stinkier than brocolli farts.
Your nostrils will quiver in disgust as the smell wafts towards you. And it won't go away. For a very long time. It is one that Scott is very proud of and will do the whole fart under the blankets and then hold the blankets down for a few seconds to capture the full aroma of the stench and then wave the blankets furiously making sure I don't hold my breath and can't escape from the bed.
Disgusting
When the other two kids get home from school he will help with homework, or hinder, depending on how ornery he is feeling. After that he'll play on the computer while all three kids play until it is either time to come get me from work or for me to walk in the front door. On the nights I have the car, supper is started before I get home and normally ready about 5 minutes after I get home.
That part is great.
One of the few great parts.
He'll straighten up our bedroom. He'll send me cute text messages through out the day. UUMMMMMM.... and that's about it.
I clean the bathroom every week.. oh WAIT He does change the bed. I clean the hamster and guinea pig cages. While I do this Scott will make sure that Harley leaves the hamster balls alone. He loves to grab their balls and shake them hard and I really don't want the poor hamsters to have some kind of stroke or heart attack and die. He vacuums every once in a while and will keep the computer desk semi-clean. But, I think I have only cleaned the computer desk once, so....
At times I am so frustrated but at others I understand he is on a big vacation right now and he is enjoying it. But even on vacation you need to keep certain things clean.
Mom and I do the laundry on the weekends. And there is a few other things but I just had to get these few things off my chest.
I do feel a little better for venting. Thank you internet for listening to me. HA lucky me, this is a place where I can vent without someone actually listening to me as I type and think and not get right in my face and say I am doing this and this and that to debate with what I have typed. I'm not perfect, not saying I am.
I'll have to think more on this and find a way for us to communicate about this and hopefully we can come to a mutual agreement on what to do and how to handle this.
For now, I'm done
More later World
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Monday, November 07, 2005
Yet another busy weekend
I was hoping with the end of soccer that the weekends would slow down. But no, not yet. Maybe this next weekend.
Friday Scott and I went to Saw 2. It was ok. We both saw one of the twists coming but not the last one. It was left wide open for a third one.
Saturday morning came bright and early. Too early. Emma's end of fall season soccer party was at 11am and I had promised to make brownies. What was I THINKING!? I dragged my butt out of bed and made 2 batches of brownies before getting ready to help wrangle 10 rowdy 8 & 9 year old tomboys.
When we got to the house where the party was all the other girls were there and had already started playing soccer in the backyard. All of us parents sat around talking about the girls and school and whatever else popped up. We discovered that the girl's mom that was hosting the party had gone to school with Scott and she had kept her junior high and high school yearbooks and had them all out with in minutes. I thought the party would be boring but not once was I bored. Before I knew it we had been there 3 hours.
As we sat there and ate pizza, brownies, lemon bars, and crackers with spinach dip we watched the girls run from the play house in the backyard to the bedroom. This playhouse was huge. It had 2 levels and was painted a peptobismol pink inside and out. The girls' room had a big walk in closet, a canopy bed, and a miniature bed for the cat.
Before we knew it all of the girls had dolls and strollers or baby carriers and playing house. It was strange to watch these girls play dolls after we had just watched them in a rough and tumble tackle soccer game complete with knees in their guts, elbows in faces, and pushing and shoving. All of a sudden all the girls were screaming and jumping up and down and asking if they could have one big sleep over. And my daughter had instigated the whole thing. Emma is always asking to spend the night at a friends house.
The parents said sure why not! And that was that. We left the party to run home and get some pj's, a pillow, and a sleeping bag for our little planner. Scott and I planned on staying for awhile after we got back with Emma's stuff but as soon as I walked in the door Emma grabbed her stuff, yelled bye mom, and soccer mom nicely shoved me back out the door and said "we'll see ya tomorrow about 10am? OK great thanks have a great night off BYE!" Well, ok then.
I figured out their plan as soon as I picked up Emma the next morning. They kept the kids up until after midnight watching movies and feeding them junk food. Then they were all up by 6am and eating Dunkin Donuts and pancake breakfasts from McDonalds. By the time I got Emma home at 10am yesterday morning she was on a huge sugar high. About an hour later she was laying on her bed, still in her pj's, sound asleep. Her mouth was hanging open and she was snoring. Harley kept running in there and poking her because she had an arm and a leg hanging off the bed. At one point he even grabbed my finger and pulled me back there to check on her. He was worried about his sissy. She stayed that way for almost 3 hours, mouth open and all. Once again I didn't get any pictures. Oh Well. I'll have plenty opportunities for blackmailing pictures later on.
Sunday was pretty uneventful, except for the napping Emma. I mowed the backyard for the final time this year. I'll have to get the front yard this weekend. But there won't be anything soccer this weekend. YEAAAAAAAAAA
Oh, and I guess we should take our Halloween decorations down now. Or we might just mix them in with the Christmas decorations.
Friday Scott and I went to Saw 2. It was ok. We both saw one of the twists coming but not the last one. It was left wide open for a third one.
Saturday morning came bright and early. Too early. Emma's end of fall season soccer party was at 11am and I had promised to make brownies. What was I THINKING!? I dragged my butt out of bed and made 2 batches of brownies before getting ready to help wrangle 10 rowdy 8 & 9 year old tomboys.
When we got to the house where the party was all the other girls were there and had already started playing soccer in the backyard. All of us parents sat around talking about the girls and school and whatever else popped up. We discovered that the girl's mom that was hosting the party had gone to school with Scott and she had kept her junior high and high school yearbooks and had them all out with in minutes. I thought the party would be boring but not once was I bored. Before I knew it we had been there 3 hours.
As we sat there and ate pizza, brownies, lemon bars, and crackers with spinach dip we watched the girls run from the play house in the backyard to the bedroom. This playhouse was huge. It had 2 levels and was painted a peptobismol pink inside and out. The girls' room had a big walk in closet, a canopy bed, and a miniature bed for the cat.
Before we knew it all of the girls had dolls and strollers or baby carriers and playing house. It was strange to watch these girls play dolls after we had just watched them in a rough and tumble tackle soccer game complete with knees in their guts, elbows in faces, and pushing and shoving. All of a sudden all the girls were screaming and jumping up and down and asking if they could have one big sleep over. And my daughter had instigated the whole thing. Emma is always asking to spend the night at a friends house.
The parents said sure why not! And that was that. We left the party to run home and get some pj's, a pillow, and a sleeping bag for our little planner. Scott and I planned on staying for awhile after we got back with Emma's stuff but as soon as I walked in the door Emma grabbed her stuff, yelled bye mom, and soccer mom nicely shoved me back out the door and said "we'll see ya tomorrow about 10am? OK great thanks have a great night off BYE!" Well, ok then.
I figured out their plan as soon as I picked up Emma the next morning. They kept the kids up until after midnight watching movies and feeding them junk food. Then they were all up by 6am and eating Dunkin Donuts and pancake breakfasts from McDonalds. By the time I got Emma home at 10am yesterday morning she was on a huge sugar high. About an hour later she was laying on her bed, still in her pj's, sound asleep. Her mouth was hanging open and she was snoring. Harley kept running in there and poking her because she had an arm and a leg hanging off the bed. At one point he even grabbed my finger and pulled me back there to check on her. He was worried about his sissy. She stayed that way for almost 3 hours, mouth open and all. Once again I didn't get any pictures. Oh Well. I'll have plenty opportunities for blackmailing pictures later on.
Sunday was pretty uneventful, except for the napping Emma. I mowed the backyard for the final time this year. I'll have to get the front yard this weekend. But there won't be anything soccer this weekend. YEAAAAAAAAAA
Oh, and I guess we should take our Halloween decorations down now. Or we might just mix them in with the Christmas decorations.
Friday, November 04, 2005
FlashBack Friday
I almost forgot it was FlashBack Friday over at HeartSongs. Today's topic is comfort food. Oh My...... FOOD How could I forget food! I love food
You always hear the term you should eat to live not live to eat.
Well, my family has always been very big eaters. And we show it.
That is we were big eaters, not any more.
While growing up it would be mom, grandma, and I going to Mesa, AZ for holidays with my 2 aunts, uncles, and all the cousins. There would be Dunkin Donuts for breakfast or sometimes big cinamon rolls. Big traditional turkey and ham dinners with all the fixin's for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. There would also be the pies, pumpkin, apple, cherry, pecan, and every once in a while rhubarb.
We would either eat out at different Mexican restaurants on the other nights we were there or grill out in one of their backyards. You can do that in Mesa during the winter, it's not cold compared to here.
None of that happens anymore. With all of us getting older and my uncle, my husband, and a couple of others discovering they are diabetics all of our diets have changed. It is for the better and none of us eat nearly as much as we used to. Plus, we eat much healthier.
We still get together for Holidays but the meals are so much different. More vegetables and fruits, salads, and low carb meals. After meals we all go for a walk around a mall or around the neighborhood.
While growing up, when my stomach was upset, my grandma would make jell-o for me. She would pour it, hot, into a mug and try to force it down my throat. Ok, that isn't comfort food but it's a food memory. I really don't eat jell-o to this day. I even have a hard time fixing it for my kids.
What else? Um, roast beef. Mom used to make roast beef every Sunday for our noon meal after church. She would put it in the oven before we left for Sunday School and it would be ready when we got home. The house always smelled so good and I never tired of the smell. After the big Sunday lunch we would always have popcorn, apples and cheese for supper. We would sit in the living room, watch America's Funniest Home Videos and eat our popcorn, etc. My kids think I am weird when I talk about it.
Cold, winter weekend nights would bring homemade chili and cornbread. I grew up on lots of chili, enchiladas, burritos, tacos, empanadas, flautas, fajitas, and lots of other Mexican food. And I'm not talking about Taco Bell or Del Taco either. When you're best friend is Hispanic and their mom loves to cook and you spend the night there lots and spend a week with them when your mom goes on her honeymoon when you are 16, you get lots of YUMMY Mexican food. I really didn't want to go back home when my mom and stepdad came home.
And my friend's mom's salsa didn't come in a little packet you had to tear to pour on your wrapped up taco. She made her own salsa, fresh tomatoes, green chili's, jalapenos, and whatever else she used. Delicious.
Now I am the one that is supposed to make the house smell wonderful with all the baking and cooking. I just can't seem to create that same magic. I'm a much better baker than a cook. Scott is the cook now. He says I make wonderful meals but I don't see it. Nothing I do, besides my lasagna, will ever compare to what my mom used to make or what Scott makes now.
You always hear the term you should eat to live not live to eat.
Well, my family has always been very big eaters. And we show it.
That is we were big eaters, not any more.
While growing up it would be mom, grandma, and I going to Mesa, AZ for holidays with my 2 aunts, uncles, and all the cousins. There would be Dunkin Donuts for breakfast or sometimes big cinamon rolls. Big traditional turkey and ham dinners with all the fixin's for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. There would also be the pies, pumpkin, apple, cherry, pecan, and every once in a while rhubarb.
We would either eat out at different Mexican restaurants on the other nights we were there or grill out in one of their backyards. You can do that in Mesa during the winter, it's not cold compared to here.
None of that happens anymore. With all of us getting older and my uncle, my husband, and a couple of others discovering they are diabetics all of our diets have changed. It is for the better and none of us eat nearly as much as we used to. Plus, we eat much healthier.
We still get together for Holidays but the meals are so much different. More vegetables and fruits, salads, and low carb meals. After meals we all go for a walk around a mall or around the neighborhood.
While growing up, when my stomach was upset, my grandma would make jell-o for me. She would pour it, hot, into a mug and try to force it down my throat. Ok, that isn't comfort food but it's a food memory. I really don't eat jell-o to this day. I even have a hard time fixing it for my kids.
What else? Um, roast beef. Mom used to make roast beef every Sunday for our noon meal after church. She would put it in the oven before we left for Sunday School and it would be ready when we got home. The house always smelled so good and I never tired of the smell. After the big Sunday lunch we would always have popcorn, apples and cheese for supper. We would sit in the living room, watch America's Funniest Home Videos and eat our popcorn, etc. My kids think I am weird when I talk about it.
Cold, winter weekend nights would bring homemade chili and cornbread. I grew up on lots of chili, enchiladas, burritos, tacos, empanadas, flautas, fajitas, and lots of other Mexican food. And I'm not talking about Taco Bell or Del Taco either. When you're best friend is Hispanic and their mom loves to cook and you spend the night there lots and spend a week with them when your mom goes on her honeymoon when you are 16, you get lots of YUMMY Mexican food. I really didn't want to go back home when my mom and stepdad came home.
And my friend's mom's salsa didn't come in a little packet you had to tear to pour on your wrapped up taco. She made her own salsa, fresh tomatoes, green chili's, jalapenos, and whatever else she used. Delicious.
Now I am the one that is supposed to make the house smell wonderful with all the baking and cooking. I just can't seem to create that same magic. I'm a much better baker than a cook. Scott is the cook now. He says I make wonderful meals but I don't see it. Nothing I do, besides my lasagna, will ever compare to what my mom used to make or what Scott makes now.
I've done it now
The monthly soccer meeting was last night. I was the official secretary for the night. I've gone and done it now. I'm a full-fledged soccer mom. I don't have the mini-van yet though. I'm going to try to avoid that at all cost!
I felt pretty lost though because it was only my 3rd meeting and I was already thrown to the lion's, furiously writing as the debates went on around me. There was talk of splitting the kids and having a competitive club along with the regular rec teams. Along with all the other discussions by the time the 2 1/2 hour meeting was over I was exhausted. My eyes hurt, my hand hurt, I haven't written that much since high school! I felt like I was cross-eyed.
The old secretary, who is now the registrar, laughed and said she felt the same way but I'll eventually get the hang of it.
Really, what did I get myself in to? I am crazy. At least I am not the psycho, crazy mom who screams and yells at everyone if her daughter, or son, doesn't get enough play time or even if my child doesn't do the right thing during the game. It is amazing how many moms I have seen yell at their children for missing the goal or the ball. Outrageous.
Harley was awake before me today. He ate breakfast with Ethan and Emma and proceeded to get syrup and milk all over his head. I told him that daddy would give him a bath before he could get dressed today and then asked Scott to bathe him. I know, did that a little backwards didn't I? Oh well. Scott said sure when I wake up and then rolled over and went back to sleep. Turd.
My mom called not too long ago to tell me that Harley was running and hiding from her. She had given up on Scott bathing Harley so she was just going to get him dressed and he would be a syrup head for the day. Apparently he would have none of that getting dressed business. Mommy told him he was getting a bath today and that was that.
He is already down for a nap and he is still in his pj's. I have a feeling he'll get his bath when I get home from work tonight. Just in time to go out for supper.
I felt pretty lost though because it was only my 3rd meeting and I was already thrown to the lion's, furiously writing as the debates went on around me. There was talk of splitting the kids and having a competitive club along with the regular rec teams. Along with all the other discussions by the time the 2 1/2 hour meeting was over I was exhausted. My eyes hurt, my hand hurt, I haven't written that much since high school! I felt like I was cross-eyed.
The old secretary, who is now the registrar, laughed and said she felt the same way but I'll eventually get the hang of it.
Really, what did I get myself in to? I am crazy. At least I am not the psycho, crazy mom who screams and yells at everyone if her daughter, or son, doesn't get enough play time or even if my child doesn't do the right thing during the game. It is amazing how many moms I have seen yell at their children for missing the goal or the ball. Outrageous.
Harley was awake before me today. He ate breakfast with Ethan and Emma and proceeded to get syrup and milk all over his head. I told him that daddy would give him a bath before he could get dressed today and then asked Scott to bathe him. I know, did that a little backwards didn't I? Oh well. Scott said sure when I wake up and then rolled over and went back to sleep. Turd.
My mom called not too long ago to tell me that Harley was running and hiding from her. She had given up on Scott bathing Harley so she was just going to get him dressed and he would be a syrup head for the day. Apparently he would have none of that getting dressed business. Mommy told him he was getting a bath today and that was that.
He is already down for a nap and he is still in his pj's. I have a feeling he'll get his bath when I get home from work tonight. Just in time to go out for supper.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Harley's words
Harley's vocabulary is very, very, very slowly growing. He says sshhhh, with his finger placed over his lips, of course. I think that is one of the cutest things he says, right now my favorite.
Other words are
Hey
eat
daddy
mommy
lay lou (I am assuming this means thank you because he says it when I prompt him to say thank you after he has received something)
hush puppies (this is always followed by a huge belly giggle, this is my 2nd favoritist cute thing)
bobble (means cup, I can't get him to say cup, everything with a drink is bobble)
Nana
nite nite
&
eh yah (see yah) this is accompanied by vigorous waving
He'll talk when he is ready, I'm not too worried about it. He totally understands everything we tell him and will mind when he is told or asked to do something.
If we ask him to say something he will just grin and giggle at us. Why should he waste time talking when he has a big sis to do it for him.
When it's time for bed we go through the same routine every night. Harley follows me around and helps me tuck in Ethan and Emma. He'll tell them nite nite and then shushes them as he leaves their room. Then we will snuggle and rock for a while. Eventually he'll slide down off my lap and run around the house yelling nite nite and giggling, running away from anyone who tried to give him a hug and kiss good night. Sometimes the dogs join in the chase and they normally end up tripping Harley and he cries and tells them to hush.
He's also started sleeping on his stomach with his little butt sticking up in the air. Too cute. When he wakes up either from a nap or in the morning, he'll stand up in his crib and yell HEY until someone comes in to pick him up. I'm tempted to try his toddler bed again to see how that goes. Maybe on his 2nd birthday, that gives me a chance to get used to the idea.
Halloween left us with 2 huge bowls of candy. There are times when I want to pounce on the bowls and eat all the chocolate. Other times I don't even look at the bowls. But they are always there and calling my name, Shannon oh Shannon, come here, you know you want to.
It's hard to resist.
It's wrong I tell you, chocolate should not have a voice!
It's CHOCOLATE for cryin' out loud!
I'm ready for a nap. Scott is finally getting over a nasty cold he's had for almost 2 weeks now. The drainage he is having makes him cough and it keeps us both awake at night. Last night we just gave up trying to sleep and he turned on the tv. Of course at 2am you have nothing but infomercials. So we laid there and watched the T1me L1fe infomercial on 70's music.
I'd zone out and almost drift off to sleep when he would yell I REMEMBER THAT SONG or Hey, I used to get up every morning before school and call in to the radio station to request that song so I could hear it before I went to school. He was so excited and then would say sorry, you're probably trying to go to sleep. Then he was quiet for a while and I'd start to drift off again. Then it would start all over again as even more 70's hits rolled across the screen and little snippets of the songs played.
Then the list started over and Scott got upset because they played the same songs over again. I fell asleep to Afternoon Delight. At least I think that's the name of the song. I think tonight I am hiding the remote before I go to bed.
Other words are
Hey
eat
daddy
mommy
lay lou (I am assuming this means thank you because he says it when I prompt him to say thank you after he has received something)
hush puppies (this is always followed by a huge belly giggle, this is my 2nd favoritist cute thing)
bobble (means cup, I can't get him to say cup, everything with a drink is bobble)
Nana
nite nite
&
eh yah (see yah) this is accompanied by vigorous waving
He'll talk when he is ready, I'm not too worried about it. He totally understands everything we tell him and will mind when he is told or asked to do something.
If we ask him to say something he will just grin and giggle at us. Why should he waste time talking when he has a big sis to do it for him.
When it's time for bed we go through the same routine every night. Harley follows me around and helps me tuck in Ethan and Emma. He'll tell them nite nite and then shushes them as he leaves their room. Then we will snuggle and rock for a while. Eventually he'll slide down off my lap and run around the house yelling nite nite and giggling, running away from anyone who tried to give him a hug and kiss good night. Sometimes the dogs join in the chase and they normally end up tripping Harley and he cries and tells them to hush.
He's also started sleeping on his stomach with his little butt sticking up in the air. Too cute. When he wakes up either from a nap or in the morning, he'll stand up in his crib and yell HEY until someone comes in to pick him up. I'm tempted to try his toddler bed again to see how that goes. Maybe on his 2nd birthday, that gives me a chance to get used to the idea.
Halloween left us with 2 huge bowls of candy. There are times when I want to pounce on the bowls and eat all the chocolate. Other times I don't even look at the bowls. But they are always there and calling my name, Shannon oh Shannon, come here, you know you want to.
It's hard to resist.
It's wrong I tell you, chocolate should not have a voice!
It's CHOCOLATE for cryin' out loud!
I'm ready for a nap. Scott is finally getting over a nasty cold he's had for almost 2 weeks now. The drainage he is having makes him cough and it keeps us both awake at night. Last night we just gave up trying to sleep and he turned on the tv. Of course at 2am you have nothing but infomercials. So we laid there and watched the T1me L1fe infomercial on 70's music.
I'd zone out and almost drift off to sleep when he would yell I REMEMBER THAT SONG or Hey, I used to get up every morning before school and call in to the radio station to request that song so I could hear it before I went to school. He was so excited and then would say sorry, you're probably trying to go to sleep. Then he was quiet for a while and I'd start to drift off again. Then it would start all over again as even more 70's hits rolled across the screen and little snippets of the songs played.
Then the list started over and Scott got upset because they played the same songs over again. I fell asleep to Afternoon Delight. At least I think that's the name of the song. I think tonight I am hiding the remote before I go to bed.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
November 1st is a Great Day
WHY? you ask.
Because it is the day my divorce from SW (ShitWeasel) was finalized and it was the day I started my job.
I have been here for 6 years now.
Happy Anniversary To Me
Because it is the day my divorce from SW (ShitWeasel) was finalized and it was the day I started my job.
I have been here for 6 years now.
Happy Anniversary To Me
Sugar Rush
Is everyone coming down from their sugar rush or are you still flying high? I was so good last night after we got home from trick-or-treating, I only had 2 pieces of candy and one of those was a mini-bag of M&M's that I shared with Harley.
The kids had a blast. Ethan was a musketeer that everyone kept mistaking for a pirate. So he walked around all night yelling "All for one and all for one". It was right in his mind so that is what mattered. I had painted a moustache and beard on him and he had on the hat with a feather, the velvety vest with a family crest type thing on it (I can't think of what the name of it is right now), a cape, and boots. His shirt was a ruffly one that he borrowed from grandma.
Emma's costume started out as a gothic princess but she changed it around and became a spider bride. We did her face to look like spider webs, her hair was all sparkly, and she had on a spider necklace. Her dress was maroon and it is actually pretty and nice enough to wear as a regular dress without the black waistband thing that it came with.
Harley was Frankenstein and was just too cute. He watched me paint Emma's face and then walked around pulling at his cheeks until I sat down and put some green all around his face. That made him happy. His outfit was just a little sweatsuit that someone had sewn googly eyes onto the chest, attached silver "bolts" to the sides, had a nose and a mouth, and the pants had stitches sewn in various places all over it.
Harley was reluctant at first to go up to doors with Ethan and Emma but once he realized that if you walk up to the door and hold out your bucket and look cute and say "AAHH" you'll get candy. We tried all night to get him to say thank you but to no avail. He did start telling everyone "SEE YA" instead. Of course everyone thought he was just too cute and most of the time they would chuck another candy into his bucket.
The kids thought I was mean by stopping the fun only an hour after we started. I've heard from a few at work that they were out for 2 1/2 to 3 hours but I didn't want to keep Harley out that long. It was pretty cold last night.
I managed to get the kids home from begging for candy, showered, a little dessert in them and in bed by 8:30 last night. Not far from bed time. I felt pretty proud of myself. Harley was a different story. I managed to strip his costume off and he took off. He ran around the house trying to take his diaper off and just giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world. I "chased" him around acting like he was too fast to catch and it wasn't long before he ran out of steam and collapsed in the living room and just laid there. I got his pj's on and plopped him in his crib. He was out in a few seconds.
Scott and I collapsed in bed and I think he actually fell asleep before I did. Normally he is up for 2 hours or so afte I have gone to bed.
I hope everyone has a good sugar high today. I sure will, I snagged some of the kids' candy before coming to work today. It was all chocolate too!
The kids had a blast. Ethan was a musketeer that everyone kept mistaking for a pirate. So he walked around all night yelling "All for one and all for one". It was right in his mind so that is what mattered. I had painted a moustache and beard on him and he had on the hat with a feather, the velvety vest with a family crest type thing on it (I can't think of what the name of it is right now), a cape, and boots. His shirt was a ruffly one that he borrowed from grandma.
Emma's costume started out as a gothic princess but she changed it around and became a spider bride. We did her face to look like spider webs, her hair was all sparkly, and she had on a spider necklace. Her dress was maroon and it is actually pretty and nice enough to wear as a regular dress without the black waistband thing that it came with.
Harley was Frankenstein and was just too cute. He watched me paint Emma's face and then walked around pulling at his cheeks until I sat down and put some green all around his face. That made him happy. His outfit was just a little sweatsuit that someone had sewn googly eyes onto the chest, attached silver "bolts" to the sides, had a nose and a mouth, and the pants had stitches sewn in various places all over it.
Harley was reluctant at first to go up to doors with Ethan and Emma but once he realized that if you walk up to the door and hold out your bucket and look cute and say "AAHH" you'll get candy. We tried all night to get him to say thank you but to no avail. He did start telling everyone "SEE YA" instead. Of course everyone thought he was just too cute and most of the time they would chuck another candy into his bucket.
The kids thought I was mean by stopping the fun only an hour after we started. I've heard from a few at work that they were out for 2 1/2 to 3 hours but I didn't want to keep Harley out that long. It was pretty cold last night.
I managed to get the kids home from begging for candy, showered, a little dessert in them and in bed by 8:30 last night. Not far from bed time. I felt pretty proud of myself. Harley was a different story. I managed to strip his costume off and he took off. He ran around the house trying to take his diaper off and just giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world. I "chased" him around acting like he was too fast to catch and it wasn't long before he ran out of steam and collapsed in the living room and just laid there. I got his pj's on and plopped him in his crib. He was out in a few seconds.
Scott and I collapsed in bed and I think he actually fell asleep before I did. Normally he is up for 2 hours or so afte I have gone to bed.
I hope everyone has a good sugar high today. I sure will, I snagged some of the kids' candy before coming to work today. It was all chocolate too!
Monday, October 31, 2005
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
MUWHAAAAAAAA. It is the day for spooks, ghosts, ghoulies, and goblins. The day when you can dress up and be someone or something you are not and no one cares.
I was going to dress up but didn't feel like it. I have on black jeans, a grey long sleeved t-shirt with my sign on it in purple, black shoes, my hair is pulled back, and the most "dressed up" I am is I have all 5 of my earring holes filled with different earrings today. That was work just putting in my earrings. A couple of the holes had started closing so I had to punch through them. I'll dress up tonight when I take the kids trick-r-treating tonight.
The kids couldn't dress up for school so this morning was pretty easy, just like any other school morning. In our school the kids can dress up if they are in 2nd grade or younger but that's it. They will get a bag of candy at the end of school but no Halloween party today.
Scott was offered a free lance job delivereing stuff to Albuquerque, which is 2 1/2 hours from us, last Thursday and then as he was almost back into town that night the same people called him and asked him to leave by 7pm that same night to deliver another load to L.A. It's kind of hard to turn down a job like that when it's paying pretty good money. So he packed a bag and left after I got home from work. He called me that night from the hotel to let me know he had made it and was doing ok so far. I heard from him again the next day when he was dropping off the load and then said "hey, guess what is 3 miles away from me?"
I was afraid to say it but I knew he was going to say DisneyLand. He yelled DisneyLand in my ear before I could answer. I asked if he was going and he asked if it would upset me. Well, NO, but I'll be awfully jealous for a few Months!
So, the weenie head went to DisneyLand without me. I don't blame him at all. I would have gone if I had the chance. He brought me a cool pair of Winnie the Pooh earrings and baby Pooh and baby Tigger pins. I am wearing the earrings today.
And I know of at least one person who is disappointed that I didn't dress up today. This is the first year since I started this job that I haven't dressed up for this day. Oh well, life goes on. The fun is seeing the kids at night when everyone is running around ringing doorbells, knocking on doors and screaming for treats.
I was going to dress up but didn't feel like it. I have on black jeans, a grey long sleeved t-shirt with my sign on it in purple, black shoes, my hair is pulled back, and the most "dressed up" I am is I have all 5 of my earring holes filled with different earrings today. That was work just putting in my earrings. A couple of the holes had started closing so I had to punch through them. I'll dress up tonight when I take the kids trick-r-treating tonight.
The kids couldn't dress up for school so this morning was pretty easy, just like any other school morning. In our school the kids can dress up if they are in 2nd grade or younger but that's it. They will get a bag of candy at the end of school but no Halloween party today.
Scott was offered a free lance job delivereing stuff to Albuquerque, which is 2 1/2 hours from us, last Thursday and then as he was almost back into town that night the same people called him and asked him to leave by 7pm that same night to deliver another load to L.A. It's kind of hard to turn down a job like that when it's paying pretty good money. So he packed a bag and left after I got home from work. He called me that night from the hotel to let me know he had made it and was doing ok so far. I heard from him again the next day when he was dropping off the load and then said "hey, guess what is 3 miles away from me?"
I was afraid to say it but I knew he was going to say DisneyLand. He yelled DisneyLand in my ear before I could answer. I asked if he was going and he asked if it would upset me. Well, NO, but I'll be awfully jealous for a few Months!
So, the weenie head went to DisneyLand without me. I don't blame him at all. I would have gone if I had the chance. He brought me a cool pair of Winnie the Pooh earrings and baby Pooh and baby Tigger pins. I am wearing the earrings today.
And I know of at least one person who is disappointed that I didn't dress up today. This is the first year since I started this job that I haven't dressed up for this day. Oh well, life goes on. The fun is seeing the kids at night when everyone is running around ringing doorbells, knocking on doors and screaming for treats.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Halloween Stories
Another Flashback Friday at HeartSongs and this week we are sharing Halloween stories. I really don't have any exciting stories of this holiday.
I am realizing my life is quite boring since I fould Flashback Friday. Oh well, I'm never bored so it's ok.
I seem to enjoy Halloween so much more as an adult. As a kid it was just ok. I was always the chubby kid though so going around one night a year and asking for candy never felt right. Now, as a BBW I have absolutely no qualms about it. Especially since I have 3 demons to cart around.
I have hated clowns for as long as I can remember. The stupid things have never made me happy, or laugh, or giggle. I have always found them quite creepy. Creepy Clowns. The clown doll on Poltergeist and the clown in IT have proved that they are just wrong. Clowns are bad and eveoooool.
When I was about 5 years old my mom thought it would be cute to dress in matching costumes. She chose the clown costume. The picture shows both of us smiling and I could have been happy. The pure clown hatred didn't show up until I was in my teens.
I was Pippy Longstockings one year. I had a wires stuck in my braids to make them stick out. I asked my mom for a horse just for that one day, but it had to be a white horse so I could paint the black polk-a-dots on him. I never got the horse.
After that I really didn't dress up for Halloween until I left my SW and moved back home and started the job I'm at now. The company decorates the office and we are "allowed" to dress up on the 31st. Since I started I have been the One-Eyed One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater (that costume was fun to put together but a pain to keep the horn and wings on during the day), I have been a devil (a couple of the guys really loved it), I was a spider queen, a gypsy, and the best costume of all was when I was pregnant with Harley. The kids and I had just watched the Little Vampire and there is a farm in the movie with some cows. The vampires feed off the cows so they are not killing the humans, because you know, they are good and decent vampires that just want to live normal, happy lives with their families.
I got this brillant idea in my head to be a vampiric cow that Halloween. While getting costumes for the kids I had seen a cow costume and thought with some makeup it would be hilarious. I got the cow costume, it was a generic cow look, white with black spots and the cow's udder was positioned right over my stomach. Once the whole costume was put together, with the outfit and the makeup, it was perfect. My pregnant belly made the udder stick out much further than it normally would have. I painted my face black, around my eyes white and I had fangs in with "blood" dripping from my mouth. I got so many laughs and had so much fun that day. Ethan and Emma were totally embarrassed by me, which is always a plus! hehe
This year is bringing a regular vampire. I'm just really not in the mood to think up something new, I'm not in the mood for Halloween at all. Hopefully by Monday I will be.
I am realizing my life is quite boring since I fould Flashback Friday. Oh well, I'm never bored so it's ok.
I seem to enjoy Halloween so much more as an adult. As a kid it was just ok. I was always the chubby kid though so going around one night a year and asking for candy never felt right. Now, as a BBW I have absolutely no qualms about it. Especially since I have 3 demons to cart around.
I have hated clowns for as long as I can remember. The stupid things have never made me happy, or laugh, or giggle. I have always found them quite creepy. Creepy Clowns. The clown doll on Poltergeist and the clown in IT have proved that they are just wrong. Clowns are bad and eveoooool.
When I was about 5 years old my mom thought it would be cute to dress in matching costumes. She chose the clown costume. The picture shows both of us smiling and I could have been happy. The pure clown hatred didn't show up until I was in my teens.
I was Pippy Longstockings one year. I had a wires stuck in my braids to make them stick out. I asked my mom for a horse just for that one day, but it had to be a white horse so I could paint the black polk-a-dots on him. I never got the horse.
After that I really didn't dress up for Halloween until I left my SW and moved back home and started the job I'm at now. The company decorates the office and we are "allowed" to dress up on the 31st. Since I started I have been the One-Eyed One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater (that costume was fun to put together but a pain to keep the horn and wings on during the day), I have been a devil (a couple of the guys really loved it), I was a spider queen, a gypsy, and the best costume of all was when I was pregnant with Harley. The kids and I had just watched the Little Vampire and there is a farm in the movie with some cows. The vampires feed off the cows so they are not killing the humans, because you know, they are good and decent vampires that just want to live normal, happy lives with their families.
I got this brillant idea in my head to be a vampiric cow that Halloween. While getting costumes for the kids I had seen a cow costume and thought with some makeup it would be hilarious. I got the cow costume, it was a generic cow look, white with black spots and the cow's udder was positioned right over my stomach. Once the whole costume was put together, with the outfit and the makeup, it was perfect. My pregnant belly made the udder stick out much further than it normally would have. I painted my face black, around my eyes white and I had fangs in with "blood" dripping from my mouth. I got so many laughs and had so much fun that day. Ethan and Emma were totally embarrassed by me, which is always a plus! hehe
This year is bringing a regular vampire. I'm just really not in the mood to think up something new, I'm not in the mood for Halloween at all. Hopefully by Monday I will be.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Apology
Scotts way of apologizing to me was by sending me a text message on my cell. He never once brought it up when he picked me up from work. He acted as if nothing had happened.
Last night was bowling night and it was so much fun trying to put on a smiley face like I normally have. Our bowling partners don't need to know of our problems. I may share with the internet world but that is totally different. I don't know how, it just is.
So, according to him we are ok. Which we are ok but I want us to be good. Is that strange. My first marriage was just ok at its best.
I didn't mention it either. I figure when it gets to the point where I am totally stressed out, not sleeping at all, and my hair is totally gray he might then decide that I do need help with our finances.
He was asked to do a pick up for a couple of companies that required him to go to Albuquerque today. The job pays $100, you use their vehicle, and they pay for the gas and one meal. It could turn into a permanent part time job. That would be wonderful. I have tried to explain if we could bring in another couple hundred a month I would quit stressing. Especially since a large loan we had will be paid off in 2 months. That right there will help but for now the next two months, with Christmas and 2 birthdays coming, I'm feeling the stress.
When I went to bed last night I finished reading The Lake House by James Patterson and then lay there on my side staring at the clock for almost 3 hours before I drifted off. I am just too tired right now.
In other news, the kids mid-term report cards came home and both are getting A's and B's. YEA. Emma is always so worried about getting bad grades but she always does so good in school. Both kids got A's on those stupid landforms we did. I can only imagine what future projects will bring.
Time to try to study more on my management course.
Last night was bowling night and it was so much fun trying to put on a smiley face like I normally have. Our bowling partners don't need to know of our problems. I may share with the internet world but that is totally different. I don't know how, it just is.
So, according to him we are ok. Which we are ok but I want us to be good. Is that strange. My first marriage was just ok at its best.
I didn't mention it either. I figure when it gets to the point where I am totally stressed out, not sleeping at all, and my hair is totally gray he might then decide that I do need help with our finances.
He was asked to do a pick up for a couple of companies that required him to go to Albuquerque today. The job pays $100, you use their vehicle, and they pay for the gas and one meal. It could turn into a permanent part time job. That would be wonderful. I have tried to explain if we could bring in another couple hundred a month I would quit stressing. Especially since a large loan we had will be paid off in 2 months. That right there will help but for now the next two months, with Christmas and 2 birthdays coming, I'm feeling the stress.
When I went to bed last night I finished reading The Lake House by James Patterson and then lay there on my side staring at the clock for almost 3 hours before I drifted off. I am just too tired right now.
In other news, the kids mid-term report cards came home and both are getting A's and B's. YEA. Emma is always so worried about getting bad grades but she always does so good in school. Both kids got A's on those stupid landforms we did. I can only imagine what future projects will bring.
Time to try to study more on my management course.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Is it so wrong of my to try to talk about our finances with my husband? I don't think so, in fact, I think it is a very smart thing to do.
Apparently my husband is now extremely angry at me because I tried to talk him about our finances again last night and asked if he had applied for any other jobs. He has applied at the city and the county offices for street mainteance or something he might be qualified for.
He said no just drop it. I said ok. But, being the worrier and panicky person I am when it comes to being able to pay the bills I let him know there were a couple of bills I couldn't pay that we are going to have to try somehow to get caught up on.
Right now my paycheck is the only income supporting 5 people. I am so stressed out I'm not sleeping good. I am grouchy, anxious, snippy, I feel like I am yelling at everyone for everything. I don't know what to do.
When Scott was bringing me back to work after lunch today I asked him if he was upset with me for last nights conversation. He said yes he was. I apologized and then told him that he had upset me too because he has disregarded my feelings lately for most things, not just our finances, and I wish he would listen to me not ignore me or change the subject or walk away.
I really need for him to understand that we are not going to make it on just my income right now. I don't know if that is going to happen anytime soon though.
We were half way to work when he blew up and yelled at me and asked me what I wanted him to do. I asked him (in a very quiet voice) if he would just talk to me, don't tune me out and ignore me. That is really all I want right now. He kept on yelling and said he completely understands what I am saying and that is to get off his F**N Ass and get a job. I told him that NO that is not what I am saying. I just told you what I was saying, please just talk to me right now, don't ignore me.
I know he has been depressed since he quit his delivery job. It was similar to UPS and he really loved it, seeing different people every day. He quit because he wanted to though. He was tired of the abuse from his employer. They treated all of their employees horribly and quite a few more quit after Scott left. I know he misses that job and I know that he wishes he had never quit. Before he did he kept asking what I thought and how I would feel if he were to quit and find another job. I told him what ever he decided I would support him. I told him that if he felt like he should quit than I would support him. I told him if he were to stay I would support him but it would ultimately have to be his decision because he was the one having to deal with the abuse.
His answer to please don't tune me out was Fine, I'm leaving. I'll be out by the end of the week.
WTF
How in the hell did he get me asking "please just talk to me" to "get out of the house and leave me"? I am in such shock right now I don't know what to do.
I can't break down and cry like I feel like doing because I am at work and that wouldn't sound good to customers.
When he dropped me off at work he took off before I had the car door closed.
I have no idea what I am going to do...
Apparently my husband is now extremely angry at me because I tried to talk him about our finances again last night and asked if he had applied for any other jobs. He has applied at the city and the county offices for street mainteance or something he might be qualified for.
He said no just drop it. I said ok. But, being the worrier and panicky person I am when it comes to being able to pay the bills I let him know there were a couple of bills I couldn't pay that we are going to have to try somehow to get caught up on.
Right now my paycheck is the only income supporting 5 people. I am so stressed out I'm not sleeping good. I am grouchy, anxious, snippy, I feel like I am yelling at everyone for everything. I don't know what to do.
When Scott was bringing me back to work after lunch today I asked him if he was upset with me for last nights conversation. He said yes he was. I apologized and then told him that he had upset me too because he has disregarded my feelings lately for most things, not just our finances, and I wish he would listen to me not ignore me or change the subject or walk away.
I really need for him to understand that we are not going to make it on just my income right now. I don't know if that is going to happen anytime soon though.
We were half way to work when he blew up and yelled at me and asked me what I wanted him to do. I asked him (in a very quiet voice) if he would just talk to me, don't tune me out and ignore me. That is really all I want right now. He kept on yelling and said he completely understands what I am saying and that is to get off his F**N Ass and get a job. I told him that NO that is not what I am saying. I just told you what I was saying, please just talk to me right now, don't ignore me.
I know he has been depressed since he quit his delivery job. It was similar to UPS and he really loved it, seeing different people every day. He quit because he wanted to though. He was tired of the abuse from his employer. They treated all of their employees horribly and quite a few more quit after Scott left. I know he misses that job and I know that he wishes he had never quit. Before he did he kept asking what I thought and how I would feel if he were to quit and find another job. I told him what ever he decided I would support him. I told him that if he felt like he should quit than I would support him. I told him if he were to stay I would support him but it would ultimately have to be his decision because he was the one having to deal with the abuse.
His answer to please don't tune me out was Fine, I'm leaving. I'll be out by the end of the week.
WTF
How in the hell did he get me asking "please just talk to me" to "get out of the house and leave me"? I am in such shock right now I don't know what to do.
I can't break down and cry like I feel like doing because I am at work and that wouldn't sound good to customers.
When he dropped me off at work he took off before I had the car door closed.
I have no idea what I am going to do...
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
An add-on to this morning's post
What is sad is that I am a charter member of this church, and there are only 2 of us left, myself and my mom. The rest have trickled in throughout the years. I would hate to leave the church when I have put so much time and energy into it.
I literally didn't miss a Sunday for 13 years. I have helped as a nursery attendant, sung in the choir, helped with the toddler Sunday School class, helped serve food to the church members who built the church, and so many other things.
But who needs hypocrites?
I literally didn't miss a Sunday for 13 years. I have helped as a nursery attendant, sung in the choir, helped with the toddler Sunday School class, helped serve food to the church members who built the church, and so many other things.
But who needs hypocrites?
Snotty Church Women
This past Sunday was only the 3rd Sunday we have been to church since Easter. Very bad I know.
When the church women see us eating at a restaurant or shopping somewhere they always make a big deal about how much they miss us and the kids really need to get back into Sunday School. The first Sunday back at church was the week after my granny passed away. Scott stayed home and the kids and I went. I felt the need to be close to my preacher that day and since it was Sunday it was a perfect time to be near him, hear his comforting words.
I discovered that day that there are rumors circulating that I killed granny. Not in the literal sense but because I didn't rush her to the hospital the day one of the snottiest church women (snw) visited our house.
I was coming back from Twin Falls, ID from picking up Ethan from my ex-husband, the shit weasel (SW) and Scott called me to say that this snw had just barged into the house, she just assumed that we had all gone to pick up Ethan, and when she saw Scott and Harley sitting there she just froze. Scott had asked her if he could help her and when she didn't answer him he asked who in the hell are you and why did you just walk into my house without knocking. She finally unfroze and asked Scott if she could say hello to granny. He said yes that is fine but in the future please knock on my front door.
Scott said snw was back with granny for about 10 minutes and then came storming out and asked Scott why he hadn't taken her to the hospital when she had asked to go all morning. Scott told me that he informed her that granny hadn't asked once to go to the hospital and she wasn't sick she was pouting because mom and I were both out of the house. SNW became extremely aggressive towards Scott and yelled at him that she was going to go get our preacher and then call 911 to get granny. Scott told her if she did then he would turn the ambulance away at the door and make sure to forward any bill to her and if there was any problem with authorities for making a false call to 911 that this snw would be held accountable.
SNW never called 911 but she did barge into our preachers home and insist that he do something about granny's horrible family. Preacher got mad at this snw for barging into his home and insisted she leave and he would give us a call.
Since then snw called once a week until granny died asking if she was in the hospital yet. I finally had enough and told her she would be the last one to know if granny was in the hospital. Then I hung up.
When granny died she insisted on taking care of the meal at her memorial service we had. This was after she threw a fit with the preacher that granny wasn't buried here because she would be buried in Minnesota. She insisted that it wasn't fair to the people who knew her here that she wouldn't be buried here. Preacher finally got it through snw's head that granny's funeral arrangements had been set up for years, since 1969 when my grandpa died, and she would be buried next to him up in Minnesota.
At the memorial service snw showed me a list of all the people who had brought food in for the memorial. She proceeded to inform me, in front of 20 people, that this list is a testament to my granny and shows how many people loved her. I had to bite my tongue and hold my hands behind my back. I almost grabbed the list from her hand and ripped it up and told her that there were so many more people that loved my granny and no one needed to tell me about them. I figured that wasn't the best time to confront the cow.
Well, 2 Sundays ago and this past Sunday were the times we showed up for Church. And I admit the only reason we did was because I had signed the kids up to be acolytes. And yes, I did that to make myself get up on Sunday's to go to church.
This past Sunday was Ethan's turn so I was in the back of the church with him to help him light the wick and keep him quiet until it was time for him to go. I was leaning against the door jamb when I hear the announcer, another snw, say that she was so glad to see Shannon and her husband in church this morning. I felt my face turn a bright red as, it felt like at least, the whole congregation turned to look at me. They went on with announcements when I didn't make any attempt at saying thank you. Snottiest snw kept staring at me. I stared her down until she turned back around. I have really never felt the need to commit an act of violence against another human being, well maybe my SW, but this snw brings out the worst in me. I cannot stand how snotty, rude, mean, inconsiderate, and shallow she is.
When Ethan was done lighting the candles we sat down and I decided to let Harley roam. Our church is relatively small and there are quite a few younger kids, right now Harley is the youngest. All during the service Harley ran up and down the side aisle we were sitting on and entertained himself. He was very quiet and didn't make much noise. Scott corralled him for a while during the prayers but other than the we let him run. Most of the other parents with young kids have done this and it has never bothered anyone before. Apparently when my kids do this it does bother snottiest snw.
There was a time when he kept climbing up on the communion kneelers (Ok, I really can't remember their names), they are at the front of our church and they are there for people to kneel on them to pray or when we have communion. He would climb up on one and just sit there and look at every one and wave and say See Ya and Puppy over and over again. This tickled my MIL. She sat there with her bulletin covering her face because she was laughing so hard. Her shoulders were shaking and she kept sliding over and leaning on my FIL. This made the rest of the family crack up, the preacher kept glancing at us and grinning. Emma finally got Harley and took him back to the nursery and played with him for a while.
When the service ended we all walked outside and I heard snottiest snw commenting about what a bad influence we were on our young children and not everyone should be allowed to have kids. Me, being the wonderful, forgiving Christian woman I am (ahhahahahahhaha, sorry, just tickled myself) flipped the cow bitch off as we drove away.
We probably won't be going back to that church. We had already signed up to help with the Halloween party this Saturday and I will help with that as promised but no more.
I don't see why I should subject my family to hypocritical people who insist that I am a bad mom and I was negligent in my care for my grandma. In the past few months I have discovered what most of the church members are really like and discovered that I don't like them. I really don't see how they can call themselves good Christians.
When the church women see us eating at a restaurant or shopping somewhere they always make a big deal about how much they miss us and the kids really need to get back into Sunday School. The first Sunday back at church was the week after my granny passed away. Scott stayed home and the kids and I went. I felt the need to be close to my preacher that day and since it was Sunday it was a perfect time to be near him, hear his comforting words.
I discovered that day that there are rumors circulating that I killed granny. Not in the literal sense but because I didn't rush her to the hospital the day one of the snottiest church women (snw) visited our house.
I was coming back from Twin Falls, ID from picking up Ethan from my ex-husband, the shit weasel (SW) and Scott called me to say that this snw had just barged into the house, she just assumed that we had all gone to pick up Ethan, and when she saw Scott and Harley sitting there she just froze. Scott had asked her if he could help her and when she didn't answer him he asked who in the hell are you and why did you just walk into my house without knocking. She finally unfroze and asked Scott if she could say hello to granny. He said yes that is fine but in the future please knock on my front door.
Scott said snw was back with granny for about 10 minutes and then came storming out and asked Scott why he hadn't taken her to the hospital when she had asked to go all morning. Scott told me that he informed her that granny hadn't asked once to go to the hospital and she wasn't sick she was pouting because mom and I were both out of the house. SNW became extremely aggressive towards Scott and yelled at him that she was going to go get our preacher and then call 911 to get granny. Scott told her if she did then he would turn the ambulance away at the door and make sure to forward any bill to her and if there was any problem with authorities for making a false call to 911 that this snw would be held accountable.
SNW never called 911 but she did barge into our preachers home and insist that he do something about granny's horrible family. Preacher got mad at this snw for barging into his home and insisted she leave and he would give us a call.
Since then snw called once a week until granny died asking if she was in the hospital yet. I finally had enough and told her she would be the last one to know if granny was in the hospital. Then I hung up.
When granny died she insisted on taking care of the meal at her memorial service we had. This was after she threw a fit with the preacher that granny wasn't buried here because she would be buried in Minnesota. She insisted that it wasn't fair to the people who knew her here that she wouldn't be buried here. Preacher finally got it through snw's head that granny's funeral arrangements had been set up for years, since 1969 when my grandpa died, and she would be buried next to him up in Minnesota.
At the memorial service snw showed me a list of all the people who had brought food in for the memorial. She proceeded to inform me, in front of 20 people, that this list is a testament to my granny and shows how many people loved her. I had to bite my tongue and hold my hands behind my back. I almost grabbed the list from her hand and ripped it up and told her that there were so many more people that loved my granny and no one needed to tell me about them. I figured that wasn't the best time to confront the cow.
Well, 2 Sundays ago and this past Sunday were the times we showed up for Church. And I admit the only reason we did was because I had signed the kids up to be acolytes. And yes, I did that to make myself get up on Sunday's to go to church.
This past Sunday was Ethan's turn so I was in the back of the church with him to help him light the wick and keep him quiet until it was time for him to go. I was leaning against the door jamb when I hear the announcer, another snw, say that she was so glad to see Shannon and her husband in church this morning. I felt my face turn a bright red as, it felt like at least, the whole congregation turned to look at me. They went on with announcements when I didn't make any attempt at saying thank you. Snottiest snw kept staring at me. I stared her down until she turned back around. I have really never felt the need to commit an act of violence against another human being, well maybe my SW, but this snw brings out the worst in me. I cannot stand how snotty, rude, mean, inconsiderate, and shallow she is.
When Ethan was done lighting the candles we sat down and I decided to let Harley roam. Our church is relatively small and there are quite a few younger kids, right now Harley is the youngest. All during the service Harley ran up and down the side aisle we were sitting on and entertained himself. He was very quiet and didn't make much noise. Scott corralled him for a while during the prayers but other than the we let him run. Most of the other parents with young kids have done this and it has never bothered anyone before. Apparently when my kids do this it does bother snottiest snw.
There was a time when he kept climbing up on the communion kneelers (Ok, I really can't remember their names), they are at the front of our church and they are there for people to kneel on them to pray or when we have communion. He would climb up on one and just sit there and look at every one and wave and say See Ya and Puppy over and over again. This tickled my MIL. She sat there with her bulletin covering her face because she was laughing so hard. Her shoulders were shaking and she kept sliding over and leaning on my FIL. This made the rest of the family crack up, the preacher kept glancing at us and grinning. Emma finally got Harley and took him back to the nursery and played with him for a while.
When the service ended we all walked outside and I heard snottiest snw commenting about what a bad influence we were on our young children and not everyone should be allowed to have kids. Me, being the wonderful, forgiving Christian woman I am (ahhahahahahhaha, sorry, just tickled myself) flipped the cow bitch off as we drove away.
We probably won't be going back to that church. We had already signed up to help with the Halloween party this Saturday and I will help with that as promised but no more.
I don't see why I should subject my family to hypocritical people who insist that I am a bad mom and I was negligent in my care for my grandma. In the past few months I have discovered what most of the church members are really like and discovered that I don't like them. I really don't see how they can call themselves good Christians.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Sorry for all the quizzes
It is a great time waster at work. I should be studying my manager's course but I'm not. I am goofing off and taking stupid quizzes meant for teeny boppers. But some of them are fun
The weekend was ok. Emma's soccer team won, 5-3. Only one more game to go and then we are done for a few months. I stuck my foot in my mouth and as of January 1st I am the secretary for our local soccer organization. I am still in shock. I should never open my mouth at meetings outside of work. I was the mother who swore her kid wouldn't play soccer because of the demonic soccer moms I met when I lived in Washington State. Some of them were just outrageous, berating their 4 year old kid for missing the goal or not running fast enough or accidentally going the wrong way. I made the mistake of asking one mom why she was so harsh and the cow bitch went off on me.
Thankfully the soccer moms I have met so far are nothing like that. We are a mixture of working moms and stay at home moms. We all have the same complaints about the same things, at home, work, or soccer. Our complaint is that if we are going to pay money and buy uniforms for these 8 & 9 year olds to play then they could at least try. Last season they won all but 1 game and that was a tie. This season they have won 3 games, lost 3, and tied 1. They just aren't trying this time.
Oh well, they are all having fun. And it is time to go to soccer practice now.
I'll post on my weekend tomorrow.
The weekend was ok. Emma's soccer team won, 5-3. Only one more game to go and then we are done for a few months. I stuck my foot in my mouth and as of January 1st I am the secretary for our local soccer organization. I am still in shock. I should never open my mouth at meetings outside of work. I was the mother who swore her kid wouldn't play soccer because of the demonic soccer moms I met when I lived in Washington State. Some of them were just outrageous, berating their 4 year old kid for missing the goal or not running fast enough or accidentally going the wrong way. I made the mistake of asking one mom why she was so harsh and the cow bitch went off on me.
Thankfully the soccer moms I have met so far are nothing like that. We are a mixture of working moms and stay at home moms. We all have the same complaints about the same things, at home, work, or soccer. Our complaint is that if we are going to pay money and buy uniforms for these 8 & 9 year olds to play then they could at least try. Last season they won all but 1 game and that was a tie. This season they have won 3 games, lost 3, and tied 1. They just aren't trying this time.
Oh well, they are all having fun. And it is time to go to soccer practice now.
I'll post on my weekend tomorrow.
I Am The Slut
| Your Kissing Purity Score: 14% Pure |
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Kissing Purity Test
I kinda like this one
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What Pattern Is Your Brain?
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Friday, October 21, 2005
Theme Friday
This weeks Theme Friday over at HeartSongs is Birthdays. A good birthday, bad one, crazy one, whatever. Post on it.
Well, I really don't know what birthday to post on.
I have a vague memory of going to Minnesota over the summer of my 5th birthday and it snowed. My birthday is July 3rd. But I don't remember anything else, not even the flight up there.
I remember that I finally got to get my ears pierced on my 13th birthday. Oh, and I could start shaving my legs. That was almost as big as the ear piercing.
My 16th birthday was my first boy/girl party. But it was no big deal, not sure why.
I didn't get drunk on my 21st birthday and I don't know why. I was living in Novato California, still a newly wed with my now ex-husband (SW for future reference), and my mom was visiting. I had a glass of wine and that is it.
I was pregnant on my 22nd birthday so I still didn't get drunk.
I did get plastered last year on my birthday. We had family and friends over and watched the town's fire works show from our backyard. We started our with Mudslides and Margaritas and progressed on to jello shots.
This past year we spent my birthday with my relatives in Mesa AZ. We had just spent 2 very long days at Disneyland and California Adventure. We had lunch at Macaroni Grill, which is absolutely amazing, and my aunt and I had a great time flirting with our gorgeous waiter.
I think my most memorable birthday is the year I met my husband Scott. We had dated for only 3 weeks when my birthday rolled around. Mom, the kids and I had plans to go to Mesa AZ for a week before I met him. We went ahead and went to Mesa and Scott said he would just stay home and relax. We had gone out almost every night from the day we met. We were pretty inseparable. The night before we left Scott met me at work to give me an early birthday present.
I tore off the wrapping to find a jewelry box. I was shocked. I had never received jewelry as a present. He had picked out a pair of diamond earrings. They were simple but I still loved them. I rarely take them out of my ears.
The night of my birthday we went to Macaroni Grill. The whole family went and the poor staff had to put up with 25 rowdy people. I had one drink that night, their leaning tower drink. It has champagne, peach schnapps, and I don't know what other kind of alcohol in it but it was good. And big. And Strong.
If you have your birthday dinner at this particular Macaroni Grill and the right waiter is there, he will sing Happy Birthday to you. In operatic Italian.
The night we went the right waiter was there and he sang to me. Oh My God. If I could have taken him home with me and had him sing for me every night I would have. Not only did he have a gorgeous voice but HE was just gorgeous. I had Scott at home waiting for me. I love him even though he can't sing. He just can't carry a tune to save his life.
I will always remember that gorgeous waiter singing just to me that night. Even if it was just Happy Birthday. It was in a different language and if I hadn't known what he was singing I would have thought it was just some beautiful love song. All I wanted to do was melt into a puddle at his feet and proclaim my undying love to him as long as he would sing for me.
Well, I really don't know what birthday to post on.
I have a vague memory of going to Minnesota over the summer of my 5th birthday and it snowed. My birthday is July 3rd. But I don't remember anything else, not even the flight up there.
I remember that I finally got to get my ears pierced on my 13th birthday. Oh, and I could start shaving my legs. That was almost as big as the ear piercing.
My 16th birthday was my first boy/girl party. But it was no big deal, not sure why.
I didn't get drunk on my 21st birthday and I don't know why. I was living in Novato California, still a newly wed with my now ex-husband (SW for future reference), and my mom was visiting. I had a glass of wine and that is it.
I was pregnant on my 22nd birthday so I still didn't get drunk.
I did get plastered last year on my birthday. We had family and friends over and watched the town's fire works show from our backyard. We started our with Mudslides and Margaritas and progressed on to jello shots.
This past year we spent my birthday with my relatives in Mesa AZ. We had just spent 2 very long days at Disneyland and California Adventure. We had lunch at Macaroni Grill, which is absolutely amazing, and my aunt and I had a great time flirting with our gorgeous waiter.
I think my most memorable birthday is the year I met my husband Scott. We had dated for only 3 weeks when my birthday rolled around. Mom, the kids and I had plans to go to Mesa AZ for a week before I met him. We went ahead and went to Mesa and Scott said he would just stay home and relax. We had gone out almost every night from the day we met. We were pretty inseparable. The night before we left Scott met me at work to give me an early birthday present.
I tore off the wrapping to find a jewelry box. I was shocked. I had never received jewelry as a present. He had picked out a pair of diamond earrings. They were simple but I still loved them. I rarely take them out of my ears.
The night of my birthday we went to Macaroni Grill. The whole family went and the poor staff had to put up with 25 rowdy people. I had one drink that night, their leaning tower drink. It has champagne, peach schnapps, and I don't know what other kind of alcohol in it but it was good. And big. And Strong.
If you have your birthday dinner at this particular Macaroni Grill and the right waiter is there, he will sing Happy Birthday to you. In operatic Italian.
The night we went the right waiter was there and he sang to me. Oh My God. If I could have taken him home with me and had him sing for me every night I would have. Not only did he have a gorgeous voice but HE was just gorgeous. I had Scott at home waiting for me. I love him even though he can't sing. He just can't carry a tune to save his life.
I will always remember that gorgeous waiter singing just to me that night. Even if it was just Happy Birthday. It was in a different language and if I hadn't known what he was singing I would have thought it was just some beautiful love song. All I wanted to do was melt into a puddle at his feet and proclaim my undying love to him as long as he would sing for me.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Welcome to my New Journal
I had a journal at poohfreak73.bravejournal.com and for some reason I haven't been able to post to my site. I can access it and then as soon as I click to manage my journal I am automatically logged out. I have asked for support from bravenet and have done everything they have requested but it hasn't fixed anything. I don't really think it is my computer though. This happens on every single computer I use to try to update.
So I am leaving bravenet and becoming a BLOGGER.
I'll update more later after I get my site the way I like it!
So I am leaving bravenet and becoming a BLOGGER.
I'll update more later after I get my site the way I like it!
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