Monday, April 30

What's done is done

This week, as I've said, I'm going to be crazy busy.
This could easily drive me over the edge, but I think I have devised a plan to keep me sane.

Instead of focusing on what is on the huge list of things to do, I am going to post only accomplishments this week. No whining (ok, I can't PROMISE, but I can try) just

accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative!
(Ha, that is SO not me, but I'm gonna give it a shot, otherwise I will go postal and someone will have to make the ultimate sacrifice for the well being of everyone around me)

So, here is it, Monday, and my "done" list includes:

  1. Senate meetings, last one was today
  2. power point presentation(10 slides, WITH animated text and pictures!) for my speech tomorrow afternoon, I'm amazed that I was able to remember how to do it!

I'm still working on homework, this is just a little break, so maybe I can add more later on tonight. I hope to add accounting and excel to that (short) list.

It'll all be worth it a week from today!! I will get through this!

Sunday, April 29

All work and no play

makes Nikky cranky... so we played today.

I got up at 8 (tried to sleep in, but Hailey STARED me awake!), showered and got busy!

I worked on my Computerized Accounting project from 9 to noon, ate a quick lunch, and was back at it until 2:30.

That's when I decided I had had enough! The kids were "BOOORRRREEEEDDD" and getting on my nerves ALMOST as much as Quickbooks, so I called Mom, and took her up on her offer of dinner. The three kids and I packed up and headed out to Mom and Dave's. While Mom and I made supper, the kids twisted Dave's arm (HA! It was like having 4 kids out there!) and got him to get the 'scooter' out. Dave has this 4 wheeler that is just a hoot. He was taking all 3 kids out for a ride through the grove, and Mom and I could hear them screaming (with delight mostly, but a little fear, too) from the far side of the grove all the way into the kitchen!

Dave ended up taking all 3 a couple times, then each kid had 2 individual turns, too! He took them down the road to see the beaver dam, and did some pretty fast cross country cruising. Of course, on that thing, 30 mph seems TOO DAMN FAST!

Mom and I made a fabulous supper, and we all sat out on the deck and ate. What a beautiful day it was, hot sun. cool breeze, just perfect.

We were out there for about 3 hours, then I came home and got right back into the Quickbooks hell that is my life. I worked on it from 6 to (just about 20 minutes ago) 10:30 when I called it a night... or rather, my printer called it a night. I am about to run that damn thing out of ink!

This Quickbooks project is so much printing, invoices, receipts, reports...gawd, it just never ends!

I have a nutso busy week ahead of me, last week of school, so at least one test every day.
I have an appt with my Excel instructor (Marcus) for some help, Tuesday morning.
I have a speech to give Tuesday night, and STILL no 'visual aid' figured out for it... dammit!
I have one last Senate meeting tomorrow, really looking forward to that.

I made appointments for Hailey and Comet at a new vet for Friday at 11:30. I have Psych Friday from 9 to noon, but all we have to do is take a quick last test and we're done, so I shouldn't have any trouble making that. I also made an appointment for Hailey to be spayed in June. I think Comet will wait... maybe get a litter out of her next spring and then have her spayed. She's such a beautiful girl, and she's certainly got the frame for birthing!

JP is online now, so I think I will go talk to him while I can. He's back from his pass now, so the next time he leaves hell, it will be to come home to us.

Saturday, April 28

Flashback Saturday ~ Piss on ya!

This one is not about when I was a kid. This one is about when my 13 yr old son, Alex was a baby.
This one is about the day I laughed so hard, I actually peed a little.
There's some incredible irony to that, too, as you will see.

JP and I lived in a second story apartment of an old Victorian house that had been renovated into 6 separate apartments. We had a nursery all set up for our brand new baby, our first child. It was decorated in primary colors with happy clowns. It was the Disney world of nurseries. The happiest place on Earth.

JP and I didn't have much prior experience with babies. I had a bit more than him, though. Enough to know the basics:

After eating, a baby WILL burp, so this is not the time to jostle them about; you will be vomited on.
After seeing "that studied look" on a baby's face, or following a grunting and red faced episode, the baby WILL have a loaded diaper; proceed with caution.
Never remove a diaper from a baby, especially a boy, and then carry him about creating a cool breeze to his nether regions; you will get wet.

JP learned so much from Alex. My favorite lesson he learned was on Alex's bath night. He had gotten baths before, from me. JP volunteered to help one night, Alex was about a month old. He was getting his baths in a baby tub placed on the kitchen counter right next to the sink at that age.

I went to the kitchen to prepare the bath site. JP went to the nursery to get Alex. I didn't tell him, I assumed he knew, strip the baby down to his diaper and bring him in.
I assumed wrong.
JP stripped that baby down naked in the nursery, then walked cradling him in his arms all the way through the apartment. He walked at a pace that is normal for a tall guy with long legs. Apparently that pace is enough to cause a breeze that Alex did not appreciate.

I was standing at the counter, I heard him coming. As JP entered the kitchen, I heard him scream like a girl. I turned in time to see Alex became a fountain of urine... cradled in his dad's arms, it was an arc of urine that went straight up into JP's face, and splashed down all over his shirt.

I immediately started laughing. JP was not happy, and I assume his first instinct was to thrust the offending pisser away from him. I cannot imagine the restraint it took for him to not do that. He did pull Alex up and hold him, facing away from him, under the armpits and aim him at the garbage can. He looked like one of those people who are forced to hold a baby when they don't really care for babies. Arm's length away with a look of "Ewww" on their face... I was laughing, tears streaming down my face, and crossing my legs (I had just had a baby, an 11 lb baby, a month earlier, no amount of Koegels were going to help me at that point!) and doubling over and JP was hollering at me to help him. I tried, I really did, but every time I tried to take a step over towards him, I had to uncross my legs.

So actually, the whole family ended up getting wet, all three of us. The difference was, when it was all over, Alex was the only one who smelled good.

What a pisser, ya know?
Oh, and when JP's aim of Alex's stream was inaccurate, it peeled the paint off the kitchen wall... the landlord laughed so hard when I explained why I needed to touch up that wall.

Friday, April 27

The tradition continues

I just had one of those great moments with a kid.

My son, Eric.
He's 9 years old.
He never used to like reading, he wasn't good at it. This school year he has really improved, I mean, he wakes up early so he can get ready for school and still have time to sit and read for a half hour before he has to go catch the bus. His bedtime is 9pm, but he goes to bed at 8:30 so he can sit in bed and read before I give him the "lights out".

Tonight he knocked on my door as I was getting ready for bed, whining because Alex was watching a movie downstairs that he (Eric) didn't like. I suggested he read in his room until he fell asleep.
He perked up, but only for a second. He said "I finished my library book, I don't have anything to read all weekend".
I brought him into my room.
"Eric, I think you're old enough now, and I know your reading has gotten so much better, I think it's time. If you want, you can borrow my Harry Potter. There's so much more in the books than they show in the movies, so if you want, you can take my copy of The Sorcerer's Stone, if you promise to take care of it"
The look on his face was magical. You'd have thought I was handing him his own wand or something. He took that book out of my hand so carefully, as if it were a rare and priceless artifact. I appreciate the care he took, it is, after all, MY copy. Alex has copies of all the books, but he has since lost the dust jackets, they've been subjected to child wear and tear. Mine are pristine. I trust Eric with it though. If not before tonight, I certainly do after how he reacted to my offering.
The torch has been passed. I am so proud.

Good Friday

It was a good day.
I got 3 chapters of notes taken in just over 2 hours, slight cramping in my left hand, but it didn't last long. We got out of Psych about 20 minutes early, ran home dumped stuff off and grabbed other stuff and headed to Mom's.
Grabbed her and we headed to Fargo.
Smoke shop, Petco (where the pets go) (Every time I say "Petco" I am required to say "where the pets go" because it just goes together).

Petco was tough. I called them last week to see if we could exchange one kind of dog food for another. I had a full, unopened bag of Zoey's food in my pantry. Mom had me grab it and bring it along so she could exchange it for the kind she gives Kate. (Kate gets "sensitive skin" formula, Zoey was on "weight management" formula) She had to explain to the cashier why she needed to exchange the bag... it was not the bag's fault, and no, she had not purchased the wrong kind. The dog for whom the food was purchased has since passed away and none of our other dogs eat that formula. She was starting to cry...
It's still really hard. I don't think people reading this truly understand how big Zoey was in all of our lives. She was around before 2 out of 3 of my kids. She was always there with a snide remark, a loving look, a paw of sympathy and a smile. Zoey's smile...my god, she really had a beautiful smile. Her eyes just lit up when she saw my Mom, too. She was hopelessly devoted to Mom. Funny thing is, I'm pretty sure the feeling was mutual. Zoey had the most wonderfully developed sense of sarcasm I have ever seen in a dog. You knew what she would say if she could, just by the look on her face. I always imagined she would sound like the attitude of words of Roseanne Barr in Lynn Redgrave's voice. Such a lady, but a lady who not only knew her place, but knew YOURS as well. And if you were unsure, she was more than happy to help put you in your place. It's been just over 3 months since she left us, and sometimes it feels like it was yesterday.

So, the trip to Petco (where the pets go) was a bit melancholy... we went to drown our sorrows at Red Lobster. Nothing like hot drawn butter to melt away your tears.

After that we went to Target, because even though we didn't really have anything specific we needed there, a trip to Fargo is not complete without a stop at Target. Last weekend at GA, I borrowed my earphones from my iPod to April. She left them sit on the table when we went to lunch. They were gone when we got back. I was so pissed, she didn't apologize or anything. I doubt very much that she even thinks she is at fault. Her only comment was "I guess that's the risk we took, leaving them out" UM, NO BITCH, you borrowed them, you left them out! You should have either put them away or given them back, it was YOUR responsibility to take care of something you borrowed from someone else!! (OK, done ranting now)

SO... I bought new ones, and as much as I hate confrontation, I am tempted to ask her to pitch in (read: pay me for the entire cost, but I'll take what I can get) since they were in "her care" when they were stolen.

If they were $10 or so, this would so not be an issue. They were $29.99!

After Target we did a bit more goofing around town, it was just nice and we decided to make a habit of it. It'll be harder after the kids are out of school, but we just have too much fun together to not do this more often.

It's movie night here. I went a little nuts and bought a few over the last few days. I got
Night at the Museum
Smoking Aces
and
The Terminal ( it's an older one, with Tom Hanks, got it out of the $5.50 bin at Walmart)

I also ordered a few from my Columbia House thing. Now I am done with the "purchase this many more in this much time" so I can cancel my membership any time now. I'll wait about 6 months, then go back to them. The only good deal is the start up one. Otherwise you can always get them cheaper at the store.
I ordered 3 from them
The Blood Diamond
You, Me & Dupree
The Pursuit of Happyness

Now, if anyone has seen any of these titles, it's ok to tell me "this one is good" or "this one sucks" but don't be a spoiler... I hate that.
Time to go...
JP, I love you honey, I miss talking to you...

Thursday, April 26

Cats in the windowsill and pink pearls


It's finally spring, leading into summer. I have opened windows and made Tiny happy.
I don't know that I've mentioned Tiny too much... she is a fat, cranky tabby who likes to bite. I love her dearly. She dearly loves my bedroom window... when it's open.

When it's closed, the sill is too narrow for her lard ass to sit on. The weather has finally allowed me to open the windows and she has planted her substantial bum up there ever since I opened it shortly after 3 this afternoon.

I did a great thing today, felt really good. I went in to school early, finished typing up the Student Senate minutes and agenda FOR THE LAST TIME... When I was done, I hunted down Eric, the faculty advisor, and handed in my key to the Senate office. I don't need to get back in there anymore. Ones less thing, ya know?

My laptop was screwed up the last 24 hours, I took it to the Geek Team at the school this afternoon. I don't know what I'm going to do over the summer if something happens, the Geek Team isn't there over the summer.

Worst thing about it all was that JP was online, on his 4 day pass and I wasn't around to talk to him... until today.

Our 14th Wedding Anniversary is May 8th. JP bought me the best gift ever. (Yes, Flat, better than the iPod!) He will be mailing it out to me shortly, but I was able to get him to tell me what it was... hehe.

Pearls. Pink pearls. A necklace, bracelet and earrings.

I love pearls, I always have. I find the "normal" white and off-white ones to be a bit...dull? I like the black/dark grey ones, but I really love the pink ones.

Thing is, I don't' think I've ever told JP that... about the pink. He knows I love pearls...but for him to pick the pink ones for me. It's just perfect and sweet and wonderful.

Tomorrow is Psych class until noon, then Mom and I are going to Fargo on a dog food and cigarette run, along with a pit stop at Red Lobster. It's been too long and I do so love my Red Lobster.

Next week, that's it. I will be halfway done with my college degree. Actually more than half. My degree requires 72 credits, and I will have 40 done with next week. Over the summer I will knock off 6 more.

Well, I will spend all 3 hours in Psych tomorrow taking notes, so I need to get to bed.

Tuesday, April 24

First draft of my speech... a test (to see if it formats nice on here)

Specific Purpose: Persuade my audience that gay marriage should be legal.

Central Idea: Marriage is a civil right that everyone should have.


Introduction

I. You do not have to agree with or even condone homosexuality, this speech is not about what goes on behind closed doors.
II. It’s about basic human equality, equal rights for all.
III. People of other races have fought for their rights to love and marry whomever they choose, and now the Gay Community faces the same battle.
IV. Until 1968 it was illegal for a Caucasian to marry an African-American.
V. As far as civil rights, we cannot forget that the first Africans brought to the United States were viewed as property.
a. It was a long fought battle for them to be treated as humans with the same rights as Caucasians .
b. After all that, the majority of the population of the United States does not see the correlation between the equal rights Dr. Martin Luther King fought for, and the rights that are being asked for today by millions of people in the gay community.


(Transition: In order to understand the mindset of that majority, let’s examine some of their arguments against gay marriage, and why they just don’t hold water)

Body

I. Marriage is an institution between one man and one woman.
a. This one is most often used, even codified in a recently passed US Federal law. This is easily one of the weakest arguments though, because Who says what marriage is, and who gets to define it? The married? The marriable? It is the equivalent of “Because I said so”
b. If the straight community cannot show a compelling reason to deny this right, it should not be denied.
II. Gay relationships are immoral.
a. Says who? The Bible? I guess I thought that “freedom of religion” also meant “freedom FROM religion”
b. The bible has absolutely no standing in American law, which was the intent of the First Amendment.
III. In Denmark, in 1989 same-sex marriages were made legal.
a. Of course, leading the opposition was the Danish clergy, in a poll 72% were against allowing gays to marry.
b. The same poll was taken again in 1995, just 6 years later, in which 89% of those same clergymen admit that the law is a good one, and has had many beneficial effects
i. Reduction in suicide
ii. Reduction in the spread of sexually transmitted diseases
iii. Reduction in promiscuity and infidelity among gays
IV. Denmark is not the only country to allow gays to marry.
a. The Netherlands, the U.K., Spain, most of Canada and even Argentina… yes, a so-called third world country is doing better than the US in the area of equality.
b. Maybe it’s time we catch up.
V. Marriages are for procreation and ensuring the continuation of the species.
a. If this is really the case, why are infertile couples allowed to marry?
b. How about once a woman hits menopause, she and her husband are required to turn in their wedding rings and sleep in separate bedrooms?
c. Again, such an argument fails to persuade based on the kinds of marriages society does allow routinely and based on why society really allows those marriages to continue- marriage is about love, sharing and commitment; procreation, when it comes right down to it, is purely a secondary function.
VI. Same-sex marriage would threaten the institution of marriage.
a. That is a huge contradiction: Threaten marriage? By allowing people to marry?
b. Seems that if you force a gay person to marry someone they are not compatible with, not attracted to, and cannot relate to sexually, it’s a divorce time-bomb waiting to go off. That is a threat to the institution of marriage.
c. Divorce, not marriage, threatens the institute of marriage.
VII. Marriage is traditionally a heterosexual institution.
a. This is morally the weakest argument: Slavery was also a traditional institution once.
b. By the 19th century, humanity had generally recognized the evils of that institution and has since made serious efforts to abolish it.

(Transition: I think it’s time for Americans to once again recognize their mistake and work to correct it. What are the mistakes? These are just some of the rights that 10 percent of our population is being denied today)


I. When gay people say that this is a civil rights issue, they are referring to civil justice, legal rights being afforded to straight couples everywhere, everyday, but denied to the gay community.
II. Now, as I describe these to you, I want you to imagine if these things applied to you, if your rights were affected this way.
III. One of these civil rights is the fact that in most states, gays cannot make medical decisions for their partners.
a. Hospitals are forced by state laws to refer to the families who may have been estranged from them for decades, who are often hostile towards them and can, and frequently do, totally ignore the wishes regarding the treatment of partners.
b. If a hostile family wishes to exclude the partner from the hospital room, they may legally do so in most states.
i. The equivalent of that is my family, if I were hospitalized after, say, a car accident.
ii. My parents refuse to allow the man I love and spend my life with, to even enter the room, much less make any decisions about my care.
iii. Doesn’t seem fair, does it? And yet it happens every day in the gay community.
IV. In cases of the death of one of the couple, even a very carefully drawn will, and power of attorney have not proven to be enough if a family wishes to challenge it.
a. Partners can be denied the right to attend a funeral for their loved one.
b. Imagine that: Your in-laws forbidding you to attend your husband’s funeral.
V. As survivors, estranged families can, in nearly all states, even seize real estate property that a gay couple may have been buying together and living in for many years, quickly sell it at the largest possible loss and stick the grieving partner with all the remaining mortgage obligations, leaving them out on the street, penniless, and alone.
i. Now, my in-laws do not really like me that much, but at least I am protected, by law, to keep them from doing that to me, if my husband were to pass away.
ii. Not so in the gay community, doesn’t seem fair, does it?
VI. Speaking of death, the other definite in our lives besides death, is taxes: this is another area where the gay community is being treated like second class citizens.
a. The number of tax breaks allowed to married couples is in the hundreds.
b. Because of this, gays are being taxed at a higher rate by a government who does not even view them as equals, how is this fair?
VII. If one partner is arrested, the other can be required to testify against them or provide evidence against them, something that legally married couples are not forced to do.
VIII. If one partner is jailed, visitation rights by the partner can, in most states, be denied on the whim of that hostile family and the cooperation of a homophobic judge.


(Transition: These are just a few examples of the basic civil rights being denied to the gay community, there are many, many more. Now that we have identified the people’s problems, and the problems with the laws, let’s think about the solution)

I. The solution is simple: We are talking about human beings who want the same rights as other human beings.
II. Many people are uncomfortable with this subject because they think too hard on the sexual aspect. Stop it. It’s not a sexual issue, it’s an issue of equal rights for ALL.
III. My biggest response to the anti-gays is this: Butt out. If it does not affect you, it’s none of your business.
IV. Why should you be bothered by gays being married? It does not nullify your marriage, it has no affect on you, so why do you care?

Conclusion

I. I spoke with my brother last week regarding this speech. He and his partner, Mark, have been together for 8 years, the average marriage in America last 9.6 years.
II. When asked if marriage were legal, how long would he and Mark have been married by now, his response was “Over 6 years”.
III. It’s time to stop the oppression of such a large number of Americans based on archaic religious beliefs that have no place in our system of government.
IV. I know our teacher hates clichés but this one is just too fitting not to use: Live and let live.

Monday, April 23

Um, now what?

It's Monday night, and I am not bowling... Oh, dear, whatever shall I do?

hehehe

I made a real supper tonight. Usually on Mondays we have an "Eat your own crap" night. The kids named it, because everyone basically fends for themselves in the kitchen, and eats whatever they want/can find/ can cook. They just think it's funny to say "eat your own crap"... they are amused by any bathroom type humor...

So, while dinner was in the oven, I got my homework done. We ate, and now I can sit in JP's recliner (possession is 9/10 of the law, as my Grams used to say) and dink around on the computer while I watch the dance show of "Dancing with the Stars". Yeah, big geek. Usually I can only watch the results show on Wednesday night. Now that bowling is over I can actually see the dancing. I'm cheering for Apolo Anton Ohno. I think he is just adorable.

So, yesterday afternoon, when we left the resort where GA was being held (GA is General Assembly) we headed for home and drove right past a casino. Well, that's not entirely accurate. We did not go past. We stopped. We walked in the door, and before we went our separate ways, we agreed to meet back at this door in 45 minutes. The boys, Trevor and Justin headed to the card tables, and April and I went to the slots. I had a $20. I do bad at casinos. I only take along the money I am willing to part with, because, I know me, I WILL be parting with it. I usually play the quarter slots, but April and I headed to the penny machines first, thought my money might last a little longer that way! April was not gambling... past issues there, but she was happy to watch me, and cheer me on.

I won a few, I lost a few...I lost a few more. After switching to different machines and going up to the .02 slots, and giving the nickle machines a few dollars, I went back to the penny slots.

I was down to $6 and change, and then I hit it... $48 and change. I cashed that bugger out, took my $54.56 and WALKED AWAY A WINNER!! I have never done that (except that time with JP when I ended up with a nickle machine that didn't pay in a voucher ticket, it paid in nickles... 4 buckets full of nickles!)

We went to find the boys (and rub my voucher ticket in their faces, if I could...if they were losing) Justin was done, he had lost about $35 at the poker table in a matter of 20 minutes, and then decided to just watch Trevor at the blackjack table. He was doing...well. I was not going to be able to rub my $34 profit in his face.

We left on time, although I believe that Trevor could have sat there all night and won, too. I walked out with an extra $34, Trevor walked out with about $62 extra. It was worth the 45 minute stop... to us. Justin was not thrilled, and April didn't really care.

We got back to town a little after 7, and I was just dead, I wanted to sleep. Of course, I had to sleep on the couch... in-laws in my bed.

My morning class today was canceled, which was nice, so after they left, I went into bed...so I set my alarm to go off at 12:15, so I could make it to my Accounting class at 1. I woke up at exactly 1:08... the in-laws did not shut off the alarm... they merely turned the volume of the radio down. So, yeah, it went off, but nobody could hear it. Especially me, who had slept in a lumpy twin bed all weekend, stayed up too late every night, and was bored to tears all day, not to mention the 3 hour drive in (mostly) a torrential downpour. I obviously needed the sleep, but damn, I wish I hadn't missed that class.

JP left hell today for his 4 day pass. I hope he is having a good and relaxing time, with golfing and sleeping in. I hope he's got Internet while he's there so we can talk. Otherwise it could be a long week without hearing from him.

Sunday, April 22

Piss me off

Wanna know how to get me to do stuff?

Piss me off.

Last fall, THAT is how I ended up being the Student Senate Secretary...
Last night, THAT is how I ended up being the Regional Secretary.

We had our regional senate meeting last night (7 colleges in our region) and it was a mess. The current Region Rep (the one who runs our meetings and represents us in things that involve us as a region) ran the meeting and was ... heckled by 2 of the nastiest bitches... One of them was bitching because Diana, the Rep didn't have a secretary (she was tape recording our meetings and then typed up the minutes herself afterwards, so in essence, SHE was her own secretary) This snotty little bitch was adamant about how Diana should appoint someone, etc. Come to find out that Diana HAD a secretary earlier in the year and eventually, she just sort of disappeared. Who was her secretary? Yeah, you guessed it, the snotty little bitch!
When asked if she planned on doing her job, she lifted her nose a little higher and said NO.
But still kept bitching that Diana should appoint someone (there were no volunteers)

The next bitch was complaining that Diana's minutes were inaccurate. Well, that happens when you have a tape recording with a bunch of background noise, and senators who do not speak loud enough or clear enough. She was bitching about Diana's tape recording 'skills'.
But she, too, refused to do anything to help.
She was just baiting Diana and getting her flustered. It was mean, and it looked like she was doing it out of spite.

I said nothing during the meeting. I found Diana afterwards (her room was 2 doors down from ours) and we had a chat. I asked her if I could do it, would it require a reconvening of our regional meeting? She said "No, that bitch wanted me to appoint someone, so I appoint you!"

Um, ok... so up until that meeting I was planning on saying goodbye to Senate and not being involved in it at all next year. Now I find myself having to do the secretarial duties for not only my campus, but the business of 7 campuses. The nice thing is that I really like next year's Regional Representative. Her name is Amanda, and she is just nice.

So, the weekend then...
We arrived Friday at 10:30, wasted time for about an hour, then got into meetings. DULL. AGAIN.

We broke for dinner and got checked into our rooms. April, Trevor, Justin and I decided to use that (small, in hindsight) window to run into the nearest town, Grand Rapids, for a small shopping trip. I needed a power strip to get my laptop plugged in during the meetings, and of course, we needed to find a liquor store. Because of that trip, we were about 20 minutes late getting to the Assembly. April and I had lost our voting privileges (Trevor and Justin didn't have that right to begin with, so they lost nothing) because we were not present when they did the roll call. So we had to sit there for about 3 hours FOR NO DAMN REASON. Of course, once they adjourn the meeting (or give us any break in which the senators are allowed to leave the room), they do another roll call and then we count.

After the meeting was adjourned for the evening, we headed back to the room, and got comfy on our patio and got drunk... well, not really, I only had something like 4 of those Smirnoff Twisted bottle yummy drinks. It was alot of fun to just unwind, relax and meet some other senators (our neighbors!)

Now I have to get going, the boring meeting is about to start, and April and I are the only ones from our school here. I think the boys had a late and wild night because they haven't shown up yet. (April and I did homework in our room last night like a couple of geeks... but hey, we're student senators, the "geek" label is already pretty firm)

Later...

Thursday, April 19

Ear Wax, et al

Flat Coke and Flies tagged me for this meme, and it's appropriate... not much going on in my life right now, and there are certainly days that I have NOTHING to 'report'

So the question is WHY DO I BLOG? I'm supposed to give 5 reasons...

1. Read my profile, main reason: Hubby is in hell, and I use this to keep him posted on what we're up to around here.

2. That was the original reason, the reason I STARTED blogging, but then I sort of got hooked on it. I have always written, diaries, stories, etc, and it feels wrong NOT to write.

3. I have met and read some really interesting and provocative people since starting my blog, so it may be an after affect, but it keeps me blogging... reading the lives of others.

4. I feel like I'm too old for myspace, in fact, I THOUGHT I was too old and too boring for blogging... I have since gotten over that. But myspace is still just not for me.

5. I like having these chronicles to go back over, read where I was a year ago, how I felt and what I was going through.

Now, I have to finish packing and get to sleep (not in MY bed either, the in-laws are here) I'm leaving here in the morning and I will be dragging a bunch of homework along for the weekend. I have a take-home accounting test, an income tax test, a speech outline to write, and Excel homework to do. Shitty thing is that I will need to print stuff out for Excel, and I'm guessing the resort we're staying at does not offer that.

The last Student Senate General Assembly we went to (last fall) was full of drinking and fun. This one will not be. With the year winding down, I have a ton of stuff to finish up. No time for being hung over!

Time for Dave and Craig, then it's off to bed. Hopefully I will be able to post during my (loooong) senate meetings, but I'm not planning on it!

Wednesday, April 18

Researching

I have just spent the last couple of hours doing research for my speech.
I picked this subject because it has meaning to me, and my family. Yes, I complain about my brother being a pompous ass, a real snob, but he is my brother and I love him. I also love his partner, whom I generally refer to as my brother-in-law. Mark is a member of the family in every aspect except legal aspects. And that is a shame.

After researching the opponents' point of view tonight (so that I may refute their arguments) I am left feeling... angry? Dissatisfied? Disgruntled? Definitely disappointed in the closed-mindedness of people.

We are talking about a civil right here gang. Years ago, the African-American population was treated like second class citizens. We learned from our mistakes, and have (and still are) making strides for equality of race. Why then, would some feel that homosexuals are any different? Do they not also deserve to be treated as equals? Do they not also deserve every civil right and liberty of other Americans?

Examples of rights denied that I checked into tonight (and need to look into more):

My brother and his partner each pay premiums for their health insurance, as a single person. My friends Cora and her husband (no children, so a good comparison to Steve and Mark) get their health insurance from Rob's job, and pay a rate that covers both he and Cora, and the cost of theirs is LESS THAN HALF that which Steven and Mark pay.

And (this is on my list of research, tomorrow in Income Tax class... I will get exact numbers to use in the speech) then you consider the tax rates of single people versus the rate paid by "married filing jointly" Holy Crap!

If Steven or Mark were to be hospitalized, it would be up to the families of each whether or not their partner would even be allowed in the room. Now, Steven and Mark are lucky, they have the love and support of their families. Not all gay men have that. In fact, many have distant and even hostile families. There are several instances where a gay man, dying in a hospital bed, is having his decisions made not by the person with whom he has shared a life, a partner who knows him well, loves him and knows what he would want, but by a family who does not approve of his life and is alienated from him because of it.

I could go on and on, I'm on such a "IT'S NOT FAIR" high right now... I have been printing pages and highlighting text and taking frantic notes before a thought leaves my head for the past few hours, I am exhausted but fired up here!!

decisions and dresses

Today is Wednesday.
My in-laws are coming tomorrow.
I have to pack for my trip this weekend. There is a formal dinner (business attire) Saturday night. I have to figure out what to wear. I'm a jeans and hoodie type of girl, not a heels and pearls kind of girl. Not too excited about this. I think I can get away with dress pants and a nice top, I don't know.

I have too much to do today. One thing I need to check into is my grade in Spreadsheets. Our final in there is optional, and we can use that grade to replace our lowest test grade. Thing is, the final test covers the entire semester. I have to talk to Marcus and find out what my grade is so far. The last stuff we are covering is stuff I actually LIKE and understand, charts. So I have decided that if I have a decent B in there now, it will only go up with the chart test we take next week. If that is the case, I will not take the final.

I have a review due in Accounting today, the test is tomorrow. I am not ready.

I also have a test in Computerized Accounting today. Geesh, lots of tests...

But LOST is on tonight, and I can veg and relax (Ha! whatever... I will have to clean house to avoid in-law issues, and pack my bag, since I know when said in-laws show up I will not be able to have a moment to myself, it's all about chatting with them... not that I'm saying that's a bad thing, but when I have stuff to do, it's hard to sit and chat. So I get the stuff done ahead of time)

Time to pack up the laptop and lug it to school.

Monday, April 16

Jesus H Christ, now what do I do?

This is one of those tough days to be a parent.

As I may have mentioned before, my daughter Emma is on a religion kick. As a child I was forced to attend Holy Hellfire & Brimstone (aka Catholic church) and I decided way back then that I would not force my children into a religion, ANY religion. I figured I would allow them to make up their own minds. Of course, I did not take them to any churches to even dabble, see if they like it... and that was purely selfish reasoning: I did NOT want to go.

Now the past few weeks, Emma has been going to a church youth group with a friend of hers. She walks over to friend's house, and her parents drive them to said church. No, I do not know which church in town it is, and I do not know where it is, I only know that she goes, and she appears to like it.

I have no issue with that, or rather, I didn't, until she showed me this...propaganda. It's a worksheet type thing, checkpoints for progress in the youth group (coughCULTcough). The main thing that bothers me is the verses they are making kids memorize.

A sample:
John 3:36
"He who believes in the Son has everlasting life; and he who does not believe the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abides on him."

Ok, anything that babbles about "non believers" seeing the wrath of God is not the sort of thing I want my daughter exposed to. This sounds like the kind of scary shit that turned me off to religion.

Another:
Romans 6:23
"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord"

Do I really need to explain my dislike for this one? Maybe if I couple it with the next one, you will see why it bothers me...

Psalm 130:3
"If you, Lord, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand?"

So this last one says "hey, if you pointed out sinners, who would be left?" Add that to the one above it, paraphrased "sin=death" and holy shit, that is just horrible.

Now, I don't want to start a religious debate, in fact, I promise that any comments that I don't like will be deleted. I am not asking for someone to explain (as if ya could) this shit to me, I am not asking for the opinion of a bible banger. I am merely venting on the fact that my daughter is doing something that I do not approve of, but 'society' deems it acceptable and if I stifle this eagerness to learn, what kind of mother am I?

If she were dabbling in the occult, or drugs, what have you, I would stop it, and be patted on the back as a 'good mum' but if I tell her that I do not like the direction this religion is going, if I tell her that I forbid her to go back there, then suddenly I am the bad guy.

In my opinion, the Bible is a book of stories. I do not believe that any of it is fact. I am a skeptic at best, and more likely I am agnostic, possibly even atheist.

How does an atheist end up raising a nun? Probably the same way a homophobe ends up with a gay child... karmic irony... or, in the immortal words of my friend Scott, maybe it's just PDL.

funny thing to add to the bottom of this though, on the religion line of discussion: The other day I heard Emma and Eric talking in the living room. I hid around the corner and eavesdropped.

Emma: Do you know what God's first name is?
Eric: It's God, just God.
Emma: No, dummy, he's got a first name.
Eric: Yeah? So what is it?
Emma: James.
Eric: Bull
Emma: No, really, says right here on the front "King James"...

Sunday, April 15

OK, who slipped something in my diet pepsi?

Like speed...

Not that I'm complaining, (the kids are) I'm just curious how someone managed to slip me some serious "GO" drugs.

I got up at 8 this morning, ate a brownie and cracked open the first (of many) diet pepsi's. I started with the laundry roundup. From my room, from the bathroom, from scattered corners of the globe (aka the living room, the family room and the porch)

After getting laundry moving, I started small, 'straightening up' in the living room. I filed all my school papers that had accumulated on my desk. Then I grabbed the duster and dusted the living room. Might as well vacuum while I'm here, because here sits the vacuum (which I love, by the way, it's relatively new, a Dirt Devil power brush. No bag, which is my favorite feature), and I filled that thing 5 times today... damn dogs. Love them, hate their hair.

After I finished the living room, I moved laundry (from now on in my description of my day, just assume that every time the dryer shut off, I was there to empty it, fill it and fill the washer, and fold all clothes, AND put them away! I have lost count how many loads have passed through there today)

Then I woke up the kids, by then it was shortly after 10. I told them that I would be doing their big chores (Alex's dishes, Emma's laundry and Eric's vacuuming) and all they had to do today was stay out of my way, not make any new messes and CLEAN THEIR ROOMS.

Alex and Emma are done (it's shortly after 4 now) but Eric is still dawdling in there. He says it will take hours, no days, NO, WEEKS! to finish. Whiner....

I then moved to my room, stripped the bedding, cleaned up, emptied the garbage, and shook out the girls' beds. Then I vacuumed up enough dog hair to make my own little sheltie, if I so chose, but I did not... I like a BIG dog... hehehe. Maybe I should save it up til I have enough for a Saint Bernard.

I vacuumed my way down the hall, and even took the time to grab a scissors to snip those annoying strands of carpet that are coming unwoven and get pulled up by the vacuum.

I went downstairs (presumably to move laundry) and got started on the family room. I moved the smaller desk upstairs and out to the garage with Alex's help, along with one of the big computer desk chairs. I was even nice and asked the kids which one they prefer and left that one. When I started vacuuming down there, it was so odd. I actually moved things. Not just the little stuff, end tables etc, I moved the love seat AND the big couch. With the desk out of the way, I was able to set up my Gazelle, instead of having it folded up against the wall. Maybe I will actually use it now that it sits 'at the ready'... ha, yeah, right.

I had a growing pile of furniture etc in the porch that will eventually go on my rummage sale this summer, so I moved it all out to the garage. I cleaned up the porch, including several of the bags of burnable garbage (Mom stopped by, I sent them with her, saves me the trip!)

I took every piece of movable furniture out of the kitchen and dining room and did a sweep. When I was done, I got the vacuum, and sucked out the heat registers and got wwwaaaaaay under the fridge, sucking dog hair the whole time. When the floor was finally down to tile, not covered with fur, I got out my good buddy, Mr. Clean. I mopped the floor, not once, but twice. Of course, with the muddy wet weather lately, and dogs who love to play outside... and then come inside... it did not take long for my mop water to get decidedly gross. So I did the first layer, and got fresh water and did it again.

Of course, I forgot to mention that first thing this morning, 8 am, it was 40 degrees outside, I opened all doors and windows. It was a bit chilly at first, but after I started working, I was constantly warm. Actually sweaty, in fact. I probably smell pretty raunchy now, and I just don't care. I still have a bunch of laundry to do, and I need to make my bed. Now, here's the beauty of the whole day:

Tonight, I will take a shower and fall exhausted into a nice clean fresh smelling bed. That is the best sleep there is... well, it's the best sleep available to ME until late July at least.

And it is a beautiful day, mid 60's, sunny, a slight breeze. A PERFECT Spring day, FINALLY!

Oh, and yes, there is a reason (other than narcotics) that I am cleaning like an insane OCD junkie... the in-laws are coming up next weekend to stay with the kids. I want my house clean before they get here. I want NOTHING left in the laundry room to be done (she loves bleach... in EVERY load.) I will be gone, so I won't be able to watch her... so I am doing a preemptive strike here.
Gotta go, I heard the dryer shut off!!

Saturday, April 14

No Flashback today


Saw this cartoon and I think it just sucked the energy out of me. I have really done nothing today, got up and let the girls out and went back into bed, and fell back to sleep for 3 more hours. Then I have spent the rest of the day laying in bed goofing around on my laptop. The saddest thing is that is it a beautiful day outside. I should get the girls out on their leashes and take them for a walk (I know I need it too)
I could also be opening windows and doors and airing out the house, doing some major cleaning. I do love the smell of freshly mopped floors mixed with the smell of fresh spring air. I should do that, I just don't have the energy to do it. Watch, I will finally get my 1st wind about 8 pm tonight, and be up all night cleaning. Oh well, it's OK, because it's a 'free weekend' anyway, no plans, and NO HOMEWORK. Plus JP's parents will be up here next weekend to watch the kids while I go to Grand Rapids for the Senate Spring G.A.
I think maybe if I shut off the TV and pop in the earbuds I could get the energy to get something done around here. Realistically, anything I can get accomplished this weekend will ease my stress later in the week when I want the house clean before the in laws show up... yeah, that sounds like what I should do.

Friday, April 13

It's always nice to make new friends

I got a new friend today. Pretty happy about that.

Lots to tell today honey, it was a very interesting day!
First off, in my Psych class this morning, she gave back those papers we had to write, hehehe... 50 points possible. I got 55 (bonus points for being ON TIME!) Very few people actually turned theirs in on time, so those of us who did, got 5 bonus. She really liked my paper, too...kept referring to it throughout her lecture today (it actually did apply to what she was talking about, she wasn't just interrupting herself to talk about my fabulous paper)

After we got out of there, Karmeen and I headed to Fargo. I heard through a friend that my favorite bookstore over there is moving, and therefor everything at the old location is on clearance! So we had to go check it out! Wow, what fun... (I'll give a hint, it's not a bookstore like Barnes and Noble is a bookstore... there's no children's section in this kind of 'bookstore'!!)

When I got home, it is payday after all, so I got about the business of writing checks and balancing money.
I am not a patient person. I do not like to wait. I want results and I want them NOW. Instant gratification, THAT is what I'm talking about.
(what the hell is she talking about? you're wondering... well, here it is)
I called the bank that holds our Kia note. I had called them back in February (the 12th of Feb, almost exactly 2 months ago, and the balance was $17,163.) to see where we were starting from. I couldn't wait any longer, after sending them our Federal tax refund and a bunch more money, etc, so today when I called, I was expecting our balance to be in the 9K range... hehehe. I love how interest works!
Balance today: $7,785.

I did get one thing that bummed me out today. We got a wedding invitation in the mail today. Sam is getting married. That's not what makes me sad, Sam is a great guy, and his soon-to-be wife is just a sweetheart. What bums me is the date. They're getting married on June 2nd. I know I should go, I think JP would want me to go to congratulate them on our behalf... but I don't want to go alone. I just wish he was here. Same thing will happen in July when his niece Nikki gets married. I will go, and the kids will go, probably spend the weekend down there, but I will spend the time wishing he was there.

Oh hell, I am NOT going to get all bummed out and depressed now, darn it! Too many good things happened today to get like this!

Wednesday, April 11

Bugging out? Erasers will cure all that ails you!

Weird day.
One of my classmates wigged out a bit. Burst into tears and left. She left her laptop and all her books etc in the classroom and disappeared. One of the guys had her number and got ahold of her eventually, but it was really worrisome.

I think I am not the only one feeling the effects of this year being almost over. Everyone seems to be stressing out pretty bad.

When we got to Accounting, Michele (the instructor) could tell that everyone was on the edge of bugging out. A simple matter of giving us these silly little erasers sort of broke the tension and we all settled in and got to work.

Even though we are all adults, sometimes the silliest littlest things can just cheer us up.

I just realized that the 4th of May is my last real day of classes. The following week is finals week, and for the most part, I will not be required to be there for that. It is really coming up quick (sometimes I think it's not soon enough, but holy crap, I am almost done with my first year of college!!)

Tuesday, April 10

The power of persuasion

My last big speech will be a persuasive speech. It must be 6 to 7 minutes long, and we must have a MINIMUM of 6 sources cited. Ugh... Oh well, at least I have my topic picked out already, better than the majority of the class. It's not due for 3 weeks (at our LAST class for the semester) but I think this one is something I will actually have to work on ahead of time.

My topic? Let gays and lesbians get MARRIED, not civilly unionized, MARRIED.

Today was not a bad day, I had a little nightlight sized light bulb go on over my head today in Accounting, with regard to the bonds crap. So I am not stressing there so much. I am all but finished with my Income Tax test, good to go there, and I made giant strides in my Computerized Accounting, too.

Plus, the best news of all... my weight. Now, normally, I would not mention an actual number, because I generally don't like the (high) sound of the actual number. But, here's the thing, I haven't been in this particular 'bracket' in (holy crap I don't remember when) so I will mention it WITH PRIDE. But there is still the part of me that feels it necessary to preface the number with a little *. The asterisk is that, remember kids, I am a pretty tall girl, so if I weighed in at a buck ten soaking wet, I would be anorexic.

I am 5'10".
And today, on the scale, I saw a number in the 150's. Yeah, it was 159, but still. I had been used to seeing myself in the 160's... the HIGH 160's for quite some time now. That just sort of started the day out pretty freakin' great, ya know?

So to celebrate, I had a big bottle of water and a banana! (yeah, and I followed that with a cigarette... shut up! One thing at a time)

Tonight after supper I even sat down and wrote up 3 chapters of notes for Psych... only one left to go and I even got a little start on it. Test is Friday. I do believe this is the earliest I have ever been working on that little chore!

Good day and GOOD NIGHT!

Monday, April 9

Just another Monday

What a day, a long drawn out day!

Started out this morning taking a test in Excel, which I am quite sure I did not do too well on. I don't know what happened, at the beginning of the semester I really liked this class, but holy shit, it has gone downhill!

Then with help from Jacqui I worked on my Income Tax test (due Thursday) and with NO HELP from the teacher I got completely confused in Accounting. We are doing a chapter on Bonds... holy crap. I know one thing for sure, I will not be looking for a career in investments. The chapter on Stocks was the one I got a C on, and now this! UGH!

I am behind in my Computerized Accounting, but not too far, and I am SO not the only one. The project we were supposed to have done today, I am about halfway done with. But there are several students who haven't even started it yet. I should be able to finish it up tomorrow, especially if I go in early. I don't have class until 11, so I may do that.

Mom came over this afternoon and we ordered our K-9 Advantix for the girls, and I ordered JP's birthday present, too. They will ship it directly to him (how nice) gift wrapped and all. I am in hopes that it will arrive by his birthday (May 2nd)

I had a good night bowling (seems to be a recurring theme with me...teehee)
My average is up to 114, and tonight I had a 124, a 128 and a 136. That's a 129 average for the night... sucks that next week is the last week, I'm just starting to not suck completely!

After this week I only have 4 weeks of Spring semester to go. I just hope I can hold on to my grades. I am almost certain I will end up with a B in Income Tax, and (hopefully) I think I can keep my Excel grade to a B... hope it doesn't drop any lower than that. Yeah, so 2 B's out of 6 classes, I MAY squeak into the Dean's List, but I doubt I can do the President's List again. Oh well, this has been a tough semester... I can live with the Dean's List... if I must...

I got to talk to JP alot today, between classes and during boring classes (read: income tax) so that was nice. He's hearing rumors about when they will be coming home, but for now that is all they are: rumors. Believe me, when I get a real date, I will be shouting it from the rooftops!

Now I should get my butt in gear and get my homework done. I slept like crap last night, and I'd like to make up for it tonight, but I do not see that happening.

Enough for now, if I don't get going, I will end up going to Pogo and playing silly games all night...

Sunday, April 8

Easter Schmeaster!


Not a big Easter fan. Other than Cadbury Creme Eggs, what is the point, honestly?
I know, I know, religious holiday.
Not being a religious person, I just see it as any other Sunday.
Don't get me wrong, I loved having a couple of days off last week, and I know it was due to Good Friday et al, so I guess I am guilty of looking a gift bunny in the mouth.
hehe

I even broke my "no religion crap" general rule and made a big dinner today. Turkey, potatoes and gravy and carrots. The kids were pleasantly shocked. Turns out that I am not Suzy Homemaker so when I go and do something this buckwild, they just don't know what to do. I did not go total Suzy though, I was wearing my pink and red Santa jammie pants and a black shirt that says "YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS? YOU'RE STUPID" instead of a full skirt, heels and a string of pearls. I'd hate to go all out and have the kids faint or something.

But you all know what turkey does... nap attack. Sucks though because I have got to get laundry moving, and I'd like to get the house ready for another week. The kids don't have school tomorrow, but I do. So in reality, why bother cleaning today? They will be here unsupervised tomorrow, so it will all be for naught anyway. Then I bowl tomorrow night, can't clean then... I have class until 6 on Tuesday, MIGHT be able to clean then, if I'm not exhausted. Looks like I can (tehe) put off cleaning until WEDNESDAY!!

See, sometimes procrastination IS the only way! And that means I CAN nap now!

I have to do something nice for JP. He is sounding bummed out. I sent him those 3 packages yesterday, including his new laptop, so I know that will all cheer him up. I was thinking of sending him some goofy stuff, silly string, some 'toys'... basically anything that a 10 year old boy would like, THAT is what I should be out shopping for. Silly putty, play dough, squirt guns, rubber band shooters, whoopie cushion, fake dog doo, stuff like that.

Maybe I will get dressed (ugh, the things we do for love) and take the camera out and take some pics of the things that have changed around town lately. While I'm out, I can look for anything on the above mentioned list...
Either that or I can just pull out the camcorder and make him a movie... hehehe...

Saturday, April 7

Flashback Saturday ~ the sandbox

We had a sandbox in the side yard. It was not one of those silly manufactured ones they have now, it was made out of 2x6's. They were up on their sides, dug slightly into the ground, with triangle pieces on two of the corners to make little seats. It sat in the shade of two of the biggest trees I had ever seen.

Steven and I were not the shovel and pail types, we did not take Tonka trucks out and do the earth movers crap. Steven and I were architects, home builders, and we had families.

Everyday in the summer for as many summers as I can remember, we would walk out of the house, stopping at the raspberry bush to fill up the little pouches we made in our shirts, and head out to "work". The North end of the sandbox was always Steven's, and I had the South end. We used the little triangle seats for our raspberries, and our people.

Steven would check the sand, and if needed he would go back to the side of the house and get the hose. While he fetched that, it was my job to remove any leaves or sticks, any debris that had found it's way into the sand. After a quick splash, not too much, we could get to work.

We always started with a line down the middle. This is your half. This is my half.

On our knees in the mud created by the hose used to dampen the sand, we got filthy. Sand up to our elbows, in our hair and all over our faces, because inevitably, we would get a mosquito buzzing and have to slap at it, or, in my case, a stray hair out of the pony would tickle my neck and need to be tamed. But we were geniuses and could not be bothered by such trivial things.

We built homes, with inch-high walls. A sunken living room. A master bath. A library. A lovely stone deck. With the help of a straight-ish twig and a roughly flat piece of bark, we could create a loft space for a child's bedroom. We used acorn shells to create a sink or a toilet bowl, We used raspberry leaves and sprigs of greenery to create the shrubs and landscaping.

This process could take 2 or three days. That was alright, perfection takes time. We were patient, we had all summer. The raspberry bush would always have more to offer us, and the shade of those trees would protect us from the worst of the sunburns.

There was jealousy, of course, Steven had better home designs, in my opinion. He accused me of copying his plans. This could very well have been the case, I do not remember. He was just so smart, and had such an imagination.

After the building stage came the playing stage. Our reward for our hard work. We had families to move into these newly built homes. The line down the middle of the sandbox became the street on which they lived. Their front doors faced each other and were roughly 3 inches apart. Pretty tight quarters, but their houses were huge, so it was a trade off. We used every possible inch of our halves for the houses, trying to outdo each other, so if the view out the windows looked right into the home across the 'street', well, so be it.

The families that moved in consisted of Star Wars figures. Steven supplied these, so he got first pick. I find it funny now that he chose Princess Leia, and Han Solo, with a couple of Ewoks for kids. I was left to give my home to Luke Skywalker and Lando Calresian... Luke and Lando didn't have kids, just a very large upright dog named Chewie. Yeah, I got the gay couple, and Steven got the perfect picket fence family. Irony gang, gotta love it.

We never played long, whenever we finished building and moved them in, they got perhaps the rest of the day, or if it was late in the day when we finished, they got the next morning, too. Then we would remove the inhabitants, and like angry Gods, cause floods and destruction.

And the next day we would head out of the house, pausing at the raspberry bush to load up our shirt pouches and start all over again.

Friday, April 6

Giving thought to next November

Don't know why it's suddenly hit me, but I've been giving alot of thought to National Novel Writing Month. Yeah, I know it's not til November. I got in on it last year, thanks to Scott (AELEOPE on the blog sidebar) and even though I didn't start til 12 days into the month, I still finished on the 27th or 28th. So I know I can do it, especially if I start considering things now... and if I actually start on the 1st, it really should be no problem.

Here's the thing, I have had ideas floating around for some time now. I think I need to start jotting down ideas... maybe doing a little research into the areas that I am not exactly knowledgeable about, technical terms etc. If I can get a decent outline set up, I think that would really help.

So that's what has been on my mind today... anybody else want to share?

Thursday, April 5

A special place in heaven

I believe that there is a special place in heaven for mothers of difficult children.
Cool thing is, I know when I get there, my mom will be waiting to greet me.

Emma does not get the concept of calling to ask for permission. She thinks calling and leaving a message of her whereabouts is good enough. She was given permission to go swimming. She called shortly after 7 (apparently, nobody here got that call) and left a message that was garbled and with so much background noise that no actual words could be deciphered. She assumed that was good enough for permission to go to a church youth group with her friends.

LEAVING A MESSAGE IS NOT THE SAME AS GETTING PERMISSION!!

I hate to make it seem like I am punishing her for going to church, but I know that is how she will see it. She's on a religion kick lately,and I don't mean to stifle that, and I know she will see it that way.

Now I have to ground her for the foreseeable future... Damn, I hope that special place has comfy couches, and diet pepsi, and the words "but mom" are not allowed there. I have to believe that is the case. I deserve it to be.

Girl's Day, the flu and summer session

I had to run to Fargo today to pick up "the essentials" (aka dog food and cigarettes) and when I asked the kids who wanted to come along, it was just Emma.

Alex was still over at Shitball's house, and Eric said he didn't want to come because (and I'm quoting him here) "I am broke as a joke"... um, ok. This isn't going to be a big shopping spree dear, just a quick trip over and back... nope, still didn't want to come. OK, just me and Em then.

So we did our errands, and then I decided that we girls needed to "do lunch" so we went to TGIFriday's, ordered ourselves some slushies (she has strawberry lemonade and I had blue raspberry) and sat and had a nice chat. We had sandwiches that were SO YUMMY (Chicken tender BLT's) and just giggled and laughed and talked about silly things...

Someday I hope she looks to me the way I look to my mom... as a friend. I think this is a good start, having a 'girls only' type of day. It was alot of fun.

When we were leaving the restaurant, Eric called from home. He said that Alex was home, and was sick. I asked "what kind of sick are we talking about?" And again, Mr. Eric with the fabulous lines says "Burnin' the candle at both ends kind of sick" OK, wow, thanks for that image... I knew exactly what he was referring to and stopped him as he tried to explain what he meant.
Thanks, heard ya!

So I get home, unload the 100 lbs of dental care dog food and all the rest of the stuff, and go tap on the bathroom door.

"Alex, ya in there?"

"ugh, yea"
(nasty sound of liquid hitting toilet water here)

"How ya doing?"

(more splashing, still can't tell what end he's got facing porcelain at this point)

(pause)

(pause)

"I feel so bad. My stomach hurts, it's cramping and my head is dizzy"

OK, great, the boy has brought the flu into my home. Now I can assume that the others will take their turn with it, and quite likely, so will I. I am hoping that my wussy little cold will fool the flu into thinking that I have had enough, and maybe it will pass me by. Hey, a girl can hope, right?

So I got him settled on the couch for awhile, sipping water so he doesn't get dehydrated, and came upstairs. I don't want to sound mean here, but I think it would be best if he were in solitary confinement for the most part.

I went online and checked my student loan application for summer session, and it went through, so I went ahead and got registered for my 2 summer classes, Ethics and College Writing II. The teacher for the writing class is the woman who is teaching the Speech class I'm currently getting a big fat A in. She likes me... hehe.
Honey, if you think I give good speeches, you should read some of my papers... I truly am my brother's sister. I have found that I, too can pull a wonderful paper out of my ass at the last minute. I spent all that time in high school resenting Steven for that ability, turns out I had it too, I just hadn't used it yet.

Time to veg, maybe even nap a bit, hell, we are on Easter vacation here, isn't that what this time is for? Naps?

Tuesday, April 3

Would you let her do your taxes?






I have a dear friend who shall remain nameless (Other than "C", for typing ease) whom I believe is selling herself short, and will end up learning that lesson the hard way.
C is stubborn, not that I think that's a bad thing, I have a stubborn streak myself, but she is refusing to see that other people DO NOT have the same moral guidelines that she lives by. She refuses to see that what she considers perfectly normal public behavior, others consider to be pornographic at worst, and at best, they would consider it best saved for 'behind closed doors' behavior.


We went out last Saturday night, as I said, I was the designated driver, so I was absolutely sober, not even a sip of alcohol. I was seeing very clearly. In the past, when I have gone out with these friends, I have been one of the drunk ones, so I think I was not seeing things as I normally would have.


C is a beautiful girl, body, face, the works. She is also smart, and funny, and sweet. I think her behavior is selling herself short and allowing others to see her as an object instead of seeing the entire package.


She drinks and then starts dancing, nothing wrong with that, I know... but it's what happens next that crosses the line. Suddenly her fun, provocative dancing turns into the latest "Girls gone wild" video. Inevitably, she is dancing with another girl, because most men (around here anyway) don't dance, so it is not uncommon to see a ratio of 3 to 1 women to men on the dance floor...Right there on the dance floor, at the table, in the bar, with no regard or care as to who is seeing this that can only be described as a show.


So when we got kicked out of the bar Saturday night because of this, she refused to see that she did anything wrong. Even the next day, or Monday, when I talked to her, and she was no longer belligerent drunk, she did NOTHING WRONG. She cannot seem to grasp that other people WERE offended by her behavior.








Now, I try to stay out of it, but I can see ahead, and I have a pretty good feeling what is going to happen to C after graduation next May... she will apply for jobs, and the HR director of a company will have a vague memory of her dancing on a bar in nothing but a bra and thong... AND NOT AS AN EMPLOYEE OF THE BAR... and she will be overlooked for a job. Most likely a job that she could not only DO, but do WELL. As I said, she is so smart, and she is basically shooting herself in the foot.
I worry that when that happens, she will be crushed, but I really think having that happen is the only way for her to figure it out. I know she won't hear it, because friends have tried to tell her, but she refuses... I worry about her.








Monday, April 2

Moving along

Time, that is.
Time is just cruising along.
It's April already.

But, oddly enough, on Sunday, the 1st of April... IT SNOWED. That's funny, mother nature plays the ultimate April Fool's prank... that bitch.

The kids and I all have short weeks of school. Thursday and Friday off. Plus, my Wednesday 8 am class is canceled, so for the next two days, I don't have to go in until 11.

I had a decent evening at the ol' bowling alley tonight, too. 112, 130 and 147. We only have 2 more weeks of bowling for the season. It starts up again in September. I think I may have to continue to bowl once a week or so over the summer, otherwise, I think I could easily slip back into sucking.

I am still sick, although it's not so much a snotty nose anymore as it is a constant cough. I can't seem to clear my throat. But I believe it's almost over, because that's what usually happens to me. Starts high, goes into my chest and a couple days later, done and done.

Easter is coming, I went out tonight and picked up "the stuff" for the kids. All I have to do is hide it in the closet (and NOT nibble) for a week.

OK, time to get to bed, even though I can go back to bed in the morning.

Sunday, April 1

The life of a Designated Driver


It is 5 am Sunday morning.
I am not tired.
I have not been to sleep yet.
Last night we went out for Karmeen's birthday.
My gift to her was to DD for the night, after all, I have a minivan.
I drove 45 minutes away to where she lives, and everyone else had gotten a hotel room for the night there. I did not. I had to be home, Eric has a birthday party (in 7 hours) Sunday and I need to take him shopping for the gift yet.

So we all meet up at the hotel, and pile into the Kia. We go to the bar, and I gotta tell you, I felt good about being the DD, but it was B-O-R-I-N-G!! Apparently bars are more fun when you're drinking something a little stronger than Diet Coke.

BUT, I will say this, it was the cheapest night at a bar I have ever had! Did not spend a dime. And for the most part, I didn't even have to get up to get my glass refilled with Diet Coke. All the drunk Kia riders were happy to fetch me another!

But now I am home, after taking everyone to their homes, and hotel rooms, and making sure everyone was 'done' for the night... and I can't sleep!

But at least I won't be hung over in the morning (wait, it IS morning...), and all my friends got to bed safe, and nobody got a ticket, or worse.

And now, here's the cool thing: I have done my turn, I have done my time... Unless I volunteer, I will not have to DD for a very long time. So it was kind of nice to get that out of the way, ya know?

OK, time to try to sleep... for a few hours anyway. I can nap this afternoon though.