Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Ice Damming... Damn it!
It's not a good sign when my 6.5 year old wakes us up with these words "It's leaking in the living room."
Monday, December 20, 2010
All I Want for Christmas is...
A sweater dress. That's it. Sounds simple - or so one would think, but I want this aforementioned dress to look great on me. Oh well.
I wear a lot of turtlenecks. They are easy and cheap. I am all about the ribbed turtleneck. When I was 15 my father would yell at me because he felt that only gays wore turtlenecks. None of my gay friends wear turtlenecks. Did they miss the memo from my dad about the dress code?
Today my 1st grader wanted to stay home because he was tired. Of course he went to school, but it amazed me how he has the chutzpa to even fight me on it. Maybe I was just more of a savvy liar when I was a kid and lied about the stomach ache.
I worked today. I have a job where I work about ten hours a week doing marketing for a chiropractic office. I found it on Craig's List. What can't you find on Craig's List, that's what I want to know. So, I was at work for my 3.5 hours. It's so normal. I can't get over the normalcy. Here, I go in, do my work, pee twice and that's it. Sounds normal. Not what I am used to by far. The dysfunction that took place in my last job was so extreme - I can't even say it's opposite. That requires it's own blog. Hell, it deserves it's own volume in a psych journal. Of course I miss it at times, the drama, inappropriateness, the lunch.
I love lunch. I love to go out to lunch. That was part of my last job, eating lunch with the boss. In the beginning we had a huge fight about paying. It turned into - your turn, my turn, your turn, my turn. When I quit, he brought on another friend, who also goes to lunch. I call it the Loser Lunch Club. Even when I was in it. It's not self deprecating - it's fact.
OK - so here is a thought, if you are being self-deprecating - but you are stating a truth - is it still self deprecating? How do I find out?
Probably the answer is on Craig's List.
I wear a lot of turtlenecks. They are easy and cheap. I am all about the ribbed turtleneck. When I was 15 my father would yell at me because he felt that only gays wore turtlenecks. None of my gay friends wear turtlenecks. Did they miss the memo from my dad about the dress code?
Today my 1st grader wanted to stay home because he was tired. Of course he went to school, but it amazed me how he has the chutzpa to even fight me on it. Maybe I was just more of a savvy liar when I was a kid and lied about the stomach ache.
I worked today. I have a job where I work about ten hours a week doing marketing for a chiropractic office. I found it on Craig's List. What can't you find on Craig's List, that's what I want to know. So, I was at work for my 3.5 hours. It's so normal. I can't get over the normalcy. Here, I go in, do my work, pee twice and that's it. Sounds normal. Not what I am used to by far. The dysfunction that took place in my last job was so extreme - I can't even say it's opposite. That requires it's own blog. Hell, it deserves it's own volume in a psych journal. Of course I miss it at times, the drama, inappropriateness, the lunch.
I love lunch. I love to go out to lunch. That was part of my last job, eating lunch with the boss. In the beginning we had a huge fight about paying. It turned into - your turn, my turn, your turn, my turn. When I quit, he brought on another friend, who also goes to lunch. I call it the Loser Lunch Club. Even when I was in it. It's not self deprecating - it's fact.
OK - so here is a thought, if you are being self-deprecating - but you are stating a truth - is it still self deprecating? How do I find out?
Probably the answer is on Craig's List.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Holiday - Celebrate
My mom is gone a little over 4 months. Everyone is very loving and sensitive worrying how holidays are for me - especially the first "year" of holidays.
Holidays are not as difficult as Mondays. Tuesdays can suck too. Oh yes, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday - can make me sad. I am not despondent sad. I haven't been - propbably because the last four months of her life was so horrible for me. I just miss telling my mom about the minutia. The minutia - that are my kids - 4.5 and 6.5. Well, when I say it like that - it's not minutia.
We sent out our holiday cards. They really are thew cutest thing you ever saw in your life. What makes me sad, is my mom hasn't called to tell me yet. I am waiting. Phone ain't ringing. It's a Wednesday. My mom would gvell over my little stories of my boys to know end. If I sent her a photo she would immediately print it out. God knows how much color ink she went through. Me, I get pissed when I print out anything in color - even inadvertantly.
So, I miss my mom and I am going to turn to my blog - which I don't really spend much time on. But, I think I am going to try to share the minutia with my mom this way. I share it all with my dad, and man I love him - but it's not the same. He called first thing to tell me how he loved the card,. but it wasn't my mom on the other end. Although, on my cell phone, their numbers are still in under "mom." I have no desire to change that.
I don't talk about missing my mom so much. It's not that I don't miss her. but I guess I am accepting of how sick she was and the pain she was in and this was the next step. I try to keep her alive for my kids. My older one told me that every time he thinks of Florida he thinks of my mom. He seemed scared to tell me that. I told him he can talk about Grandma Florida as much as he wants. I couldn't bring myself to donate a couple of litle board books she bought for them what seems like forever ago. One is a Dr. Seuss, and the other A Crack in the Track (Thomas). I want my boys to know she bought these for them. She crocheted the baby yalmulka the older one had at his bris. I keep it in his drawer - I get warm every time I put his underwear away. It actually make putting away laundry a little sweeter...
Wednesday can be tough.
Holidays are not as difficult as Mondays. Tuesdays can suck too. Oh yes, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday - can make me sad. I am not despondent sad. I haven't been - propbably because the last four months of her life was so horrible for me. I just miss telling my mom about the minutia. The minutia - that are my kids - 4.5 and 6.5. Well, when I say it like that - it's not minutia.
We sent out our holiday cards. They really are thew cutest thing you ever saw in your life. What makes me sad, is my mom hasn't called to tell me yet. I am waiting. Phone ain't ringing. It's a Wednesday. My mom would gvell over my little stories of my boys to know end. If I sent her a photo she would immediately print it out. God knows how much color ink she went through. Me, I get pissed when I print out anything in color - even inadvertantly.
So, I miss my mom and I am going to turn to my blog - which I don't really spend much time on. But, I think I am going to try to share the minutia with my mom this way. I share it all with my dad, and man I love him - but it's not the same. He called first thing to tell me how he loved the card,. but it wasn't my mom on the other end. Although, on my cell phone, their numbers are still in under "mom." I have no desire to change that.
I don't talk about missing my mom so much. It's not that I don't miss her. but I guess I am accepting of how sick she was and the pain she was in and this was the next step. I try to keep her alive for my kids. My older one told me that every time he thinks of Florida he thinks of my mom. He seemed scared to tell me that. I told him he can talk about Grandma Florida as much as he wants. I couldn't bring myself to donate a couple of litle board books she bought for them what seems like forever ago. One is a Dr. Seuss, and the other A Crack in the Track (Thomas). I want my boys to know she bought these for them. She crocheted the baby yalmulka the older one had at his bris. I keep it in his drawer - I get warm every time I put his underwear away. It actually make putting away laundry a little sweeter...
Wednesday can be tough.
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