So I wake up this morning and Greg, Charli and Nicole are gone to practice/try-outs. Nicole spent the night last night so she could go to the Welcome Back Dance with Charli. They had a good time, I went to bed on time, got a full 8 hours and woke up to stormy skies and a little bit of rain. It was great!
Then Lacey calls me and tells me she owes $336 for tuition. But I've already paid tuition. In fact, it had gone up 10% and I paid that, in full back in July. So I go on-line to find out what this $336 business is about and well, CSU decided in it's infinite wisdom to increase the tuition and fees. Just like that. No matter that I had already paid, no don't think about putting it on for next semester, they want $336 and they want it now. Whoopee!
So I go to my online banking to see if there's any blood in that turnip. I was told that Greg's getting a 10% cut in pay starting September. I don't know who keeps the calendar at that company but 8/15 is NOT September. Yup ~ they cut his pay.
This is after the night before when Taylor tells me her truck is not running well and is trying to describe all the noises it's making. Special. And we had to buy a car for Greg so now I have a payment that I didn't have. And my kid's softball organization decided that they needed all new matching uniforms and cleats and bags that's going to cost us $2000 per kid. Yeah, I don't think so. Looks like it's time to find a new team. Well, it's not really the team, it's the organization and you know what, we don't need to be part of that. Seriously.
Then I get a text from Taylor saying that her friend's dad died. Mom got up to go get coffee, came back to bed and he wasn't breathing. WELL ~ If that didn't put things in perspective for me, I don't know what will. She asked me to pray for the family. I did and did a little "Thank You God" for us.
The two little kids are fighting, Lacey says she should just quit school and I opened a beer at 11:30am this morning.
I have a new theme song by the way... "God is great, beer is good.... and people are crazy!"
It's my ringtone now.
Happy Saturday!!
PS ~ I had some really great stories but it's kinda pointless to go on about that right now. ;o)
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Good Day!
Well sorta. First of all I want to let everyone know I showered and shaved my legs. And I blow dried my hair and put make-up on. Yes, I did and yes, I had somewhere to go and no, it wasn't to the market.
I cleaned the kitchen, because I was right, the dishes fairy did not come last night. Then I sorted laundry and had a really good time with that, you can see my earlier post to see how much fun. Then I did laundry and while I was sitting around eating bon bons watching my rear end get bigger I blogged and took a look around facebook. 'Cause I'm a busy gal. Then I cleaned out the refridgerator and that, well, that took some time and effort. But I got it done. I'm only telling you the interesting stuff as I'm sure you don't want to hear about what I picked up and where I put it and how many times I went up and down the stairs because really, that's all I do all day. ALL DAY LONG.
After getting all gussied up, well, looking human, I picked up Georgi from school then promptly left to pick up Charli and her friends. I came back home, sent an e-mail for Greg, printed out a new sudoku puzzle ('cause I'm addicted I tell ya) and did some more laundry. Oh that laundry, it's fun.
Had to drive out to Ontario to drop Charli off at practice because Greg has Tuesday night meetings and it's convenient for me to do that when his meeting is all of 15 minutes away. I don't know why people don't consult with me first before they decide to make Tuesday a practice night or anything else. Geez, I've sent enough memo's. Then I had to rush back for Georgi's "Back to School Night". Never mind that I've been to this particular one 4 times now, had to go. Made it barely in time (Sorry, had to go clean up pee... again. This time she was standing on the toilet putting lipstick on, because you know, that's waaaaaaaaay more important than peeing in a toilet.) for the second little dog and pony show and thought I'd just pull into the school instead of going home. Nope, closest parking was my own dang driveway.
Now I'm home, doing more laundry and waiting for "Big Brother" to start. And I'm blogging because no one is actually on the computer. That's why you get to know about my really exciting day. Aren't you thrilled?
Oh, Gianna said she had to put on lipstick because she has a dance performance later. Well then, I guess that's okay that you peed on top of the toilet! Ugh! And now since she's in here with me she's informed me that when she grows up she's going to have a big bum. Isn't that lovely?These are the things she thinks up. I keep tying the same blanket around her waist because it is not big enough and I tell her this but she comes back every few minutes when it falls off and I tie it again.
Yup, it was a good day. Now she's crying. I'm going to go shove a couple of handfuls of chocolate chips in my mouth, that'll fix anything.
I cleaned the kitchen, because I was right, the dishes fairy did not come last night. Then I sorted laundry and had a really good time with that, you can see my earlier post to see how much fun. Then I did laundry and while I was sitting around eating bon bons watching my rear end get bigger I blogged and took a look around facebook. 'Cause I'm a busy gal. Then I cleaned out the refridgerator and that, well, that took some time and effort. But I got it done. I'm only telling you the interesting stuff as I'm sure you don't want to hear about what I picked up and where I put it and how many times I went up and down the stairs because really, that's all I do all day. ALL DAY LONG.
After getting all gussied up, well, looking human, I picked up Georgi from school then promptly left to pick up Charli and her friends. I came back home, sent an e-mail for Greg, printed out a new sudoku puzzle ('cause I'm addicted I tell ya) and did some more laundry. Oh that laundry, it's fun.
Had to drive out to Ontario to drop Charli off at practice because Greg has Tuesday night meetings and it's convenient for me to do that when his meeting is all of 15 minutes away. I don't know why people don't consult with me first before they decide to make Tuesday a practice night or anything else. Geez, I've sent enough memo's. Then I had to rush back for Georgi's "Back to School Night". Never mind that I've been to this particular one 4 times now, had to go. Made it barely in time (Sorry, had to go clean up pee... again. This time she was standing on the toilet putting lipstick on, because you know, that's waaaaaaaaay more important than peeing in a toilet.) for the second little dog and pony show and thought I'd just pull into the school instead of going home. Nope, closest parking was my own dang driveway.
Now I'm home, doing more laundry and waiting for "Big Brother" to start. And I'm blogging because no one is actually on the computer. That's why you get to know about my really exciting day. Aren't you thrilled?
Oh, Gianna said she had to put on lipstick because she has a dance performance later. Well then, I guess that's okay that you peed on top of the toilet! Ugh! And now since she's in here with me she's informed me that when she grows up she's going to have a big bum. Isn't that lovely?These are the things she thinks up. I keep tying the same blanket around her waist because it is not big enough and I tell her this but she comes back every few minutes when it falls off and I tie it again.
Yup, it was a good day. Now she's crying. I'm going to go shove a couple of handfuls of chocolate chips in my mouth, that'll fix anything.
Laundry Day
Wooohoo it's laundry day. Technically, yesterday was but since I didn't feel like it, it's now today. Not that anyone cares but really, how hard is it to turn your socks right side out? And why is it that Charli with all her softball stuff brings home more red clay than what she leaves on the field? It's in her socks, the ones she doesn't turn right side out and when I do... oops, there it is on the floor. Her sports bra, really? How do you get that stuff on a sports bra? Aren't you wearing a shirt? I know you are because that's covered in it as well. And how is it that Georgi, who does not play softball, has a white shirt that is covered in red clay? That one just boggled my mind today. She hasn't even been to a field in two weeks! I think I have carpel tunnel from spraying so much spray-n-wash!
Who's idea was it to get all these people white clothes?? My shirts have chili on the sleeve because Gianna used it for a napkin last weekend. All of my white t-shirts are hand me downs from my husband or shirts he gets from his customers. Yeah, I wear white but I don't buy them. I have juice spills and dirt, pen marks and jelly, paint and dog hair because it's very difficult to walk through life with a 3 year old wrapped around your ankle. That's my excuse, what's up with my family? Greg fixed the sprinklers in a brand new white shirt. Really? That sounded like a good idea??? Then he gets the pvc glue on it and I'm asking him why? Just why? He says, "What? You can't get it out?" And in my sweet, sweet wifey voice I say, "Are you freaking kidding me? You got BLUE pvc glue on your shirt, your new shirt, do you think I'm Heloise?" And he says, "Who's Heloise?"
Sometimes I am just so grateful that my kids have enough clothes for me to wash and that I'm lucky enough to stay home and do that kind of stuff. Other times, like right this fricking minute, I am not too thrilled with the idea.
And don't get me started on sorting their laundry. I don't even care if they do it wrong, just DO it! It's your chore on Sunday night. So here I am today, Tuesday for those of you who are following along, picking through their room for dirty clothes. Wow, look at the clean clothes that were left on their floor from last week. My guess is they don't need clean clothes if they can leave them on the floor.
I have a neighbor who would put her husband's dirty laundry back in his closet or in his drawers if he didn't put it in the hamper. I'm wondering how well that would go over in my house. Naaah, I'd rather complain about it.
Who's idea was it to get all these people white clothes?? My shirts have chili on the sleeve because Gianna used it for a napkin last weekend. All of my white t-shirts are hand me downs from my husband or shirts he gets from his customers. Yeah, I wear white but I don't buy them. I have juice spills and dirt, pen marks and jelly, paint and dog hair because it's very difficult to walk through life with a 3 year old wrapped around your ankle. That's my excuse, what's up with my family? Greg fixed the sprinklers in a brand new white shirt. Really? That sounded like a good idea??? Then he gets the pvc glue on it and I'm asking him why? Just why? He says, "What? You can't get it out?" And in my sweet, sweet wifey voice I say, "Are you freaking kidding me? You got BLUE pvc glue on your shirt, your new shirt, do you think I'm Heloise?" And he says, "Who's Heloise?"
Sometimes I am just so grateful that my kids have enough clothes for me to wash and that I'm lucky enough to stay home and do that kind of stuff. Other times, like right this fricking minute, I am not too thrilled with the idea.
And don't get me started on sorting their laundry. I don't even care if they do it wrong, just DO it! It's your chore on Sunday night. So here I am today, Tuesday for those of you who are following along, picking through their room for dirty clothes. Wow, look at the clean clothes that were left on their floor from last week. My guess is they don't need clean clothes if they can leave them on the floor.
I have a neighbor who would put her husband's dirty laundry back in his closet or in his drawers if he didn't put it in the hamper. I'm wondering how well that would go over in my house. Naaah, I'd rather complain about it.
Monday, August 17, 2009
The Middle Place
So I'm reading this book called, "The Middle Place" by Kelly Corrigan. I'm crying and laughing and glad I'm not her but wondering what if... She's telling one story about e-mails and phone calls and trying to get information all the while her 3 year old and 18month old are fighting, then needing something from her, etc. (You'll have to read the book for more) And there I am...
Tonight I get a phone call from Taylor. "What does the t in the recipe for zuchinni bread mean?" I ask if it's a big T or a little t. "A little one." "That would be a teaspoon," I tell her. Then apparently I'm in trouble because I did not explain this to her and I laugh because she just put a tablespoon of baking soda in where it called for a teaspoon and 2 tablespoons of vanilla. She's not amused and tells me she resents the fact that I said "everyone" knows the little t is teaspoon. "This is the first time I've ever baked, mom. I don't bake, I cook." Soooo-ryyyy! I can't believe a child of mine hasn't ever baked because you see, I bake, I don't cook. Well, I do but I don't like it. But because I'm mom, I've fallen down on the job and now it's my fault that my daughter has put too much baking soda and vanilla in her zuchinni bread. I'm 60 miles away, but it's my fault.
And then Charli is needing help with geometry and we all know it's not going to be me that helps her and yet she's standing there looking at me, talking to me, telling me this while I'm on the phone with Taylor again because she can't get her pictures to transfer to a cd. Meanwhile Gianna is under my legs, "Mommy? Mommy? Mom? Mama?" over and over and over again until in mid sentence with Taylor I snap "What?!" and she asks if she can have a banana. But Taylor thinks I'm talking to her and Charli thinks I'm talking to her. Really? I hand Georgi some papers I made copies of for her school friend who lost her report page that has to be turned in tomorrow and whose mom is on her way to get it, tell Charli to use the house phone to call Ashley for help with math and tell Taylor that I don't know why her pictures are not transferring.
All I want to do is read my book...
Then Gianna is yelling at Georgi because she won't call her "Princess Nanni", Charli is mad at her dad because she doesn't understand what he's saying and he's getting mad at her because she's not listening and he's just trying to help so I'm trying to smoothe that over. The dog is following me around and irritating me until I remember I haven't fed her. Gianna pooped in her pants ~ again. Georgi says she "feels weird" which is code for "you don't pay enough attention to me" and my kitchen is a mess from dinner and I don't think the dishes fairy is coming tonight.
And yet... I'm very grateful. I know that sounds stupid and I know I get irritated and crabby and wonder whose idea it was to have so many kids, but I am... very grateful for my middle place.
Okay, I was... now Charli wants the computer and Gianna wants cereal in a bag. Ugh! ;o) At least she's singing to me, you can't get mad at a 3 year old when she's singing to you.
Oh and I'll be digging up some interesting things on my oldest two, Lacey and Taylor. Besides all the lovely, wonderful, easy stuff I do all day I now have to make sure that they are included in the blog because apparently it appears I only have 3 children since "they're all I talk about." Be careful what you wish for!
Tonight I get a phone call from Taylor. "What does the t in the recipe for zuchinni bread mean?" I ask if it's a big T or a little t. "A little one." "That would be a teaspoon," I tell her. Then apparently I'm in trouble because I did not explain this to her and I laugh because she just put a tablespoon of baking soda in where it called for a teaspoon and 2 tablespoons of vanilla. She's not amused and tells me she resents the fact that I said "everyone" knows the little t is teaspoon. "This is the first time I've ever baked, mom. I don't bake, I cook." Soooo-ryyyy! I can't believe a child of mine hasn't ever baked because you see, I bake, I don't cook. Well, I do but I don't like it. But because I'm mom, I've fallen down on the job and now it's my fault that my daughter has put too much baking soda and vanilla in her zuchinni bread. I'm 60 miles away, but it's my fault.
And then Charli is needing help with geometry and we all know it's not going to be me that helps her and yet she's standing there looking at me, talking to me, telling me this while I'm on the phone with Taylor again because she can't get her pictures to transfer to a cd. Meanwhile Gianna is under my legs, "Mommy? Mommy? Mom? Mama?" over and over and over again until in mid sentence with Taylor I snap "What?!" and she asks if she can have a banana. But Taylor thinks I'm talking to her and Charli thinks I'm talking to her. Really? I hand Georgi some papers I made copies of for her school friend who lost her report page that has to be turned in tomorrow and whose mom is on her way to get it, tell Charli to use the house phone to call Ashley for help with math and tell Taylor that I don't know why her pictures are not transferring.
All I want to do is read my book...
Then Gianna is yelling at Georgi because she won't call her "Princess Nanni", Charli is mad at her dad because she doesn't understand what he's saying and he's getting mad at her because she's not listening and he's just trying to help so I'm trying to smoothe that over. The dog is following me around and irritating me until I remember I haven't fed her. Gianna pooped in her pants ~ again. Georgi says she "feels weird" which is code for "you don't pay enough attention to me" and my kitchen is a mess from dinner and I don't think the dishes fairy is coming tonight.
And yet... I'm very grateful. I know that sounds stupid and I know I get irritated and crabby and wonder whose idea it was to have so many kids, but I am... very grateful for my middle place.
Okay, I was... now Charli wants the computer and Gianna wants cereal in a bag. Ugh! ;o) At least she's singing to me, you can't get mad at a 3 year old when she's singing to you.
Oh and I'll be digging up some interesting things on my oldest two, Lacey and Taylor. Besides all the lovely, wonderful, easy stuff I do all day I now have to make sure that they are included in the blog because apparently it appears I only have 3 children since "they're all I talk about." Be careful what you wish for!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
School Has Begun...duhn tuhn duhn
So I actually logged on here... and couldn't remember my password it's been so long! LOL Then I saw that my mother has posted twice on her blog since I've been around. Really??? Way to go Mom!!! Nene's pretty good about hers and I appreciate it. ;o)
First of all, there was way too much stuff from the summer and I couldn't possibly remember it
all so I won't be catching up, but more like starting over. Let's just say "softball" and leave it at that. If I remember something funny I'll post that... Don't hold your breath...
SCHOOL HAS STARTED!!!! I received three automated phone calls from the various schools and the district reminding me. Like I could forget. There's all those witty back to school ads and the 100 degree temperatures so of course it's time to go back to school since running the air in August is wayyyyyy better than June when it is overcast and a nice 70 degrees. Gosh, them government people are sooo much smarterer than us dumb regular folk. Especially when they have those darn budget deficits and want me to provide their classroom paper, kleenex and every other supply my kid needs to learn. But hey, I provided the money they overspent too.
Yup, back to school... Charli turned 15 years old the day before, had that one weekend off from softball and I'm just going to say it... I'M NOT READY!!! The pool's nice, the kids are still somewhat behaving, I've got more books to read, I don't feel like cleaning house and now that their all gone, here I am noticing every little thing I didn't do over the summer. Stupid school.
I think they're happy to be back though. (The older girls haven't started yet.) Charli likes all her classes and Georgi is thrilled she got the teacher she wanted. It only took me until the 4th kid to figure out how to get my way at that school. But then it's only the 2nd day and I'm betting by Monday they're going to be whining. ANOTHER REASON SCHOOL SHOULDN'T BE IN SESSION YET. But that's just me. Georgi has her first project and while I'm glad they didn't cram them all in in the last 6 weeks of school like last year.... COULD YOU PLEASE SLOW DOWN?? I'M NOT READY YET!!!
Okay, that's it for now. Thanks for listening. Gotta figure out dinner, sign 8 million papers for the girls to turn in tomorrow, pick up Georgi from school and get ready for a softball booster meeting. You know, cause I have nothing else to do and SCHOOL HAS STARTED!!! UGH!!!
First of all, there was way too much stuff from the summer and I couldn't possibly remember it
all so I won't be catching up, but more like starting over. Let's just say "softball" and leave it at that. If I remember something funny I'll post that... Don't hold your breath...
SCHOOL HAS STARTED!!!! I received three automated phone calls from the various schools and the district reminding me. Like I could forget. There's all those witty back to school ads and the 100 degree temperatures so of course it's time to go back to school since running the air in August is wayyyyyy better than June when it is overcast and a nice 70 degrees. Gosh, them government people are sooo much smarterer than us dumb regular folk. Especially when they have those darn budget deficits and want me to provide their classroom paper, kleenex and every other supply my kid needs to learn. But hey, I provided the money they overspent too.
Yup, back to school... Charli turned 15 years old the day before, had that one weekend off from softball and I'm just going to say it... I'M NOT READY!!! The pool's nice, the kids are still somewhat behaving, I've got more books to read, I don't feel like cleaning house and now that their all gone, here I am noticing every little thing I didn't do over the summer. Stupid school.
I think they're happy to be back though. (The older girls haven't started yet.) Charli likes all her classes and Georgi is thrilled she got the teacher she wanted. It only took me until the 4th kid to figure out how to get my way at that school. But then it's only the 2nd day and I'm betting by Monday they're going to be whining. ANOTHER REASON SCHOOL SHOULDN'T BE IN SESSION YET. But that's just me. Georgi has her first project and while I'm glad they didn't cram them all in in the last 6 weeks of school like last year.... COULD YOU PLEASE SLOW DOWN?? I'M NOT READY YET!!!
Okay, that's it for now. Thanks for listening. Gotta figure out dinner, sign 8 million papers for the girls to turn in tomorrow, pick up Georgi from school and get ready for a softball booster meeting. You know, cause I have nothing else to do and SCHOOL HAS STARTED!!! UGH!!!
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