This month has been surreal.
Last week was a happy/messy week. I tell everyone my mood was Happy with a chance of impending doom. But my happiness outweighed the doom most of the time.
The best was Jeff getting a day job: last week was his first week on the day shift, it was amazing! We got to hang around the house and do nothing in particular but we were together! I actually remember some of the things he told me! Yay!
Friday I went with a friend to a garden show. The UNL spring event preview dinner the night before. It was really nice and the food was fantastic. I managed to curtail my spending this year to under $30. not bad for someone who tore up their entire garden huh?
Saturday was Jeff's birthday, and I feel bad because last year we had a big shindig for the big 30. But this year I didn't even get around to telling him happy b-day until 11 am. oops.
Jeff shared his birthday with our good friend Scott who turned 30 this year so it was a great big ol party for him. He shaved his hair into a mohawk for the occasion, but was going to cut it really short the next day to get rid of it. It was pretty cool!
Sunday Jeff's parents were there and gave us a big b-day gifts and I got a salt cellar. Umm . . . I already had one you say? Well oops again, I forgot to send my b-day list to the inlaws so they went off of my x-mas list. But it is a lidded glass dish that is the exact height of q-tips and its pretty too! Tada! I haven't had a q-tip holder in my upper bathroom since I broke the last pretty purple one.
Then come this week. I'm trying not to get to nuts before Wednesday, but I'm so excited to go see Stacey! Tomorrow I take Alaina to get picked up by Mimi and Papa. We will eat out for my b-day and then I'll head home to pack. And right after work Wednesday, its straight to the airport. I'm going to grab a drink at the airport when I get to Chicago I think. Since I'm not going to be driving . . .why not?
Stacey called to ask if I wanted a pair of mouse ears . . heck yes I do! Then she quotes me the price . . . 16-20 dollars. . . .heck no I don't ; ) Not for a pair of plastic mouse ears, no thank you! Maybe I'll change my mind when I get down there, but for now, I'll stick with no.
And the worst part about getting ready to go down . . . .swimsuit shopping. Ouch! It was rough going for a while, but I finally found a suitable suit. Thanks goodness and just to make myself a little more secure, two mini trips to the tanning booth. 20 minutes to a new me!
and that's about all I can handle right now, I didn't get much sleep since Alaina decided to have nightmares last night. Zombie mommy is signing off.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Second Mental Break
For some reason (and it couldn't possibly be the glorious sunshine outside the window. I'm having trouble finishing out the workday, so I'll take a second break to write about romance.
I watch "Becoming Jane" and "Dan in Real Life" this weekend. To try not to spoil anything I would say Jane made me cry, but then so does any other movie that is inspired by her novels, and Dan made my heart break a little in a beautiful sort of way.
Dan is a perfect example of a person who has devoted their life to thier kids, trying to come back to life (yes I did steal that from one of your older blogs OM). It is a wonderful story that any parent can appreciate.
Jane is a perfect example of how romance may not be as we hoped in the real world. But we should always have romance someplace in our life. And while the movie may not be entirely true, as I watch I couldn't help but see Jane's heroes and heroines in her family and friends. See if you can spot Mr. Darcy. He may be a boobie (Jane's father's words, not mine) but I think I fell a little in love with him by the end of the movie. Heroes are everywhere if you know where to look.
I try to keep in mind that a hero can be anyone around you. You just can't recognize them until they are called upon to do great things. Superman is still Clark Kent at the end of the day and Batman is still Bruce Wayne. But the hero they are inside is always waiting for the moment when he is needed again.
I watch "Becoming Jane" and "Dan in Real Life" this weekend. To try not to spoil anything I would say Jane made me cry, but then so does any other movie that is inspired by her novels, and Dan made my heart break a little in a beautiful sort of way.
Dan is a perfect example of a person who has devoted their life to thier kids, trying to come back to life (yes I did steal that from one of your older blogs OM). It is a wonderful story that any parent can appreciate.
Jane is a perfect example of how romance may not be as we hoped in the real world. But we should always have romance someplace in our life. And while the movie may not be entirely true, as I watch I couldn't help but see Jane's heroes and heroines in her family and friends. See if you can spot Mr. Darcy. He may be a boobie (Jane's father's words, not mine) but I think I fell a little in love with him by the end of the movie. Heroes are everywhere if you know where to look.
I try to keep in mind that a hero can be anyone around you. You just can't recognize them until they are called upon to do great things. Superman is still Clark Kent at the end of the day and Batman is still Bruce Wayne. But the hero they are inside is always waiting for the moment when he is needed again.
The place where chain mail dies . . .
RIP little forward! Hasta la vista spam!
If you find that cute little email, or funny picture just to neat to not mail on . . . please know that I am sitting on the other side of my computer screen, awaiting it with a big virtual mallot, to pummel it to death!
No matter how cute, no matter how heart wrenching, no matter how hilarious. I have finally passed the point of passing it on. Never again I tell you. I will not be responsible for you getting even one more chain email simply because I want all those minutes back that I have wasted sifting through them to find the 'good ones.' When you put them in my mailbox, you are literally delivering them to their death. Ha ha!
I just can't take it anymore. I had a friend show me one at work of a baby floating in a pool, skwaking to get attention. It was an add for baby swimming lessons. It was so heart wrenching to think of a baby staying like that in a pool for even five minutes. She asked if I wanted her to send it to me to forward to my friends. My answer was a swift, "Heck NO!" First off, I am not going to promote an action which would give negligent parents with kids and pools the ability to say, "we don't have to watch her/him too close because they've had swimming lessons," and second . . . I live in Nebraska. My two year old would first have to scale a six foot fence around a public pool and fill it with water to be in any circumstance that would require infant swimming lessons.
Seriously.
Its like deciding that since your kid has on a helmet, you don't have to watch them cross a busy intersection, afterall. They know what to do right?
If you find that cute little email, or funny picture just to neat to not mail on . . . please know that I am sitting on the other side of my computer screen, awaiting it with a big virtual mallot, to pummel it to death!
No matter how cute, no matter how heart wrenching, no matter how hilarious. I have finally passed the point of passing it on. Never again I tell you. I will not be responsible for you getting even one more chain email simply because I want all those minutes back that I have wasted sifting through them to find the 'good ones.' When you put them in my mailbox, you are literally delivering them to their death. Ha ha!
I just can't take it anymore. I had a friend show me one at work of a baby floating in a pool, skwaking to get attention. It was an add for baby swimming lessons. It was so heart wrenching to think of a baby staying like that in a pool for even five minutes. She asked if I wanted her to send it to me to forward to my friends. My answer was a swift, "Heck NO!" First off, I am not going to promote an action which would give negligent parents with kids and pools the ability to say, "we don't have to watch her/him too close because they've had swimming lessons," and second . . . I live in Nebraska. My two year old would first have to scale a six foot fence around a public pool and fill it with water to be in any circumstance that would require infant swimming lessons.
Seriously.
Its like deciding that since your kid has on a helmet, you don't have to watch them cross a busy intersection, afterall. They know what to do right?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Clothes and uniforms
I should have been born 100 years ago.
I hate cell phones somedays. I can never stay caught up on the news and am completely obsessed that I am always missing something whether it be a tv show, a sale or an event outside my home.
But today my bone to pick in the clothing industry. Or better known by the evil moniker of "fashion." For the 18-thousandth time I am re-sewing the hem in these three year old pants that I just can't give up because they are so comfortable and classic. The thread was still attached so I simply looped it through a needle and restitched the hem. I thought the thread looked kind of thin, so I compared it to the standard weight sewing thread on the spool I keep in my drawer. It's about half the thickness. No wonder the silly thing keeps snapping! The used thread with the thickness and strength of hair to stitch the hem. Argh! These may be hand me down pants for sis, but I know they weren't cheap pants!
Can you imagine how simple it must have been to own less that a dozen dresses? Sure it would have been tough to launder them back in the day, and you would have had to make them yourself, but then you would be the one in charge of the quality of your clothes. And I love aprons. Why don't we use aprons more? Its because clothes are so cheap we would rather donate or throw away clothes that have been stained than take nice care of them in the first place.
I think I'll sit down this weekend and make Alaina and I some play aprons. Maybe Daddy needs a cool one too for grilling.
It got me to thinking about clothes for school agers. What about school uniforms? I'd love to see the public schools go to uniforms. I know when you are a kid the thought of uniforms stunk, but think again! No more desperately trying to find something to wear in the am, you already know what to wear! No more socio-economic division based upon fashion. I'm sure that kids can think of a way to make themselves stand out, heaven forbid they should decided to do it academically. I think I'll see if there are any schools with uniforms before Alaina starts. After all, there's always the weekends to make a statement through dress.
I hate cell phones somedays. I can never stay caught up on the news and am completely obsessed that I am always missing something whether it be a tv show, a sale or an event outside my home.
But today my bone to pick in the clothing industry. Or better known by the evil moniker of "fashion." For the 18-thousandth time I am re-sewing the hem in these three year old pants that I just can't give up because they are so comfortable and classic. The thread was still attached so I simply looped it through a needle and restitched the hem. I thought the thread looked kind of thin, so I compared it to the standard weight sewing thread on the spool I keep in my drawer. It's about half the thickness. No wonder the silly thing keeps snapping! The used thread with the thickness and strength of hair to stitch the hem. Argh! These may be hand me down pants for sis, but I know they weren't cheap pants!
Can you imagine how simple it must have been to own less that a dozen dresses? Sure it would have been tough to launder them back in the day, and you would have had to make them yourself, but then you would be the one in charge of the quality of your clothes. And I love aprons. Why don't we use aprons more? Its because clothes are so cheap we would rather donate or throw away clothes that have been stained than take nice care of them in the first place.
I think I'll sit down this weekend and make Alaina and I some play aprons. Maybe Daddy needs a cool one too for grilling.
It got me to thinking about clothes for school agers. What about school uniforms? I'd love to see the public schools go to uniforms. I know when you are a kid the thought of uniforms stunk, but think again! No more desperately trying to find something to wear in the am, you already know what to wear! No more socio-economic division based upon fashion. I'm sure that kids can think of a way to make themselves stand out, heaven forbid they should decided to do it academically. I think I'll see if there are any schools with uniforms before Alaina starts. After all, there's always the weekends to make a statement through dress.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The magic of childhood
I can't believe it! NKOTB is getting back together! No WAY! I don't know if I'm extremely excited or a little depressed. Maybe both. I almost feel cheated at the way things are recycled. So many things have lost their magic due to marketting. My little ponies, Strawberry shortcake, hello kitty. I love that we have access to the internet and can purchase toys and videos that we once thought were long lost - who would have ever thought you would be able to buy Jem DVDS? But they change them so much for the younger generation. Every thing has to be bigger and better, I remember being excited that we could by toys that smelled pretty for about two months. Now they all have to walk and talk and interact with us. Will my daughter grow up without an imagination? Sometimes I want to throw away any toy she has that requires batteries. Geez.
And now they are trying to bring back the boy bands . . . minus the boys. Will they put out new music or serenade us with their old music? Will the newest generation of teens flock to see them or just those of us who are 25 -35 and remember the first go round of the NKOTB? And when they market them (because you know they will) will I be able to buy that t-shirt I always wanted with the step by step album cover on it? Just kidding . . . because I'd rather have a poster. So what do you think, good or bad?
And now they are trying to bring back the boy bands . . . minus the boys. Will they put out new music or serenade us with their old music? Will the newest generation of teens flock to see them or just those of us who are 25 -35 and remember the first go round of the NKOTB? And when they market them (because you know they will) will I be able to buy that t-shirt I always wanted with the step by step album cover on it? Just kidding . . . because I'd rather have a poster. So what do you think, good or bad?
Cleaning tips
I love OM's blog specifically for the cleaning tips. I'm going to have to check out the flylady site. But since I just love cleaning tips I just have to spout about my newest cleaning tools. The Method brand cleaners at tar-get. I love the flushable toilet wipes and the washable glass microfiber cloth. It is amazing. But enough about cleaning, I don't know where I got the ickies, but I'd guess from my daughter's daycare. A little head cold that is pestering me. But I'm so excited to go visit sis that I'm glad it's coming now and not later! What's the countdown at sis? 21 days! I'm so excited to go to the most magical place on earth! (Tell E I said it right!)
Monday, April 7, 2008
Don't take this the wrong way . . .
The disclaimer of all disclaimers. Some one at work sent me an email, don't take this the wrong way, but you look amazing today. So what did I do? I took it the wrong way of course! It's like when someone says don't look! And you have to look. For Pete's sake you'd think we would evolve enough to not do this stuff.
What can I say except there are multiple kinds of guys out there and they give off different vibes. There are the jokesters whom you never take serious and compliments are few and far between the taunts and teasing. Then there are the shmoosers. The guys who seen a little 'used car salesmen' and compliments make you a little uneasy. Then there are the ladies men who if you accept a compliment graciously and sincerely from, you open up all kind of doors. And the worst of all the jerks who's compliments are more offensive than flatering.
Unfortunately, my compliment cam today from a shmooser. I know the compliment was intended to be a nice thought, but it made me a little uneasy. It simply said, you look amazing today. Maybe it is the use of the word amazing that pushed it a little far. Since the typical adjective/adverb used when you dress above par (your par, not societies) is 'great' I was a little thrown. Amazing is an Oscar Dress/night on the town/bridal compliment.
At any rate I emailed back a simple thanks because It was a lovely gesture. Especially since he didn't deliver the compliment in person. He sits with two jokesters who would have been unable to resist teasing about how terrible that must mean I look every other day of the week. ; )
Did I miss any classification of guys? I should say there are there are two types of shmoosers, but I can't figure out how to split the two other than are the ones that seem a bit predatory, and the other who seem to try so hard to just be nice . . . but you still get a little tension in your tummy when they talk to you. hmmmm. . . Maybe I should call them the greasy predators and the slick nice guys.
What can I say except there are multiple kinds of guys out there and they give off different vibes. There are the jokesters whom you never take serious and compliments are few and far between the taunts and teasing. Then there are the shmoosers. The guys who seen a little 'used car salesmen' and compliments make you a little uneasy. Then there are the ladies men who if you accept a compliment graciously and sincerely from, you open up all kind of doors. And the worst of all the jerks who's compliments are more offensive than flatering.
Unfortunately, my compliment cam today from a shmooser. I know the compliment was intended to be a nice thought, but it made me a little uneasy. It simply said, you look amazing today. Maybe it is the use of the word amazing that pushed it a little far. Since the typical adjective/adverb used when you dress above par (your par, not societies) is 'great' I was a little thrown. Amazing is an Oscar Dress/night on the town/bridal compliment.
At any rate I emailed back a simple thanks because It was a lovely gesture. Especially since he didn't deliver the compliment in person. He sits with two jokesters who would have been unable to resist teasing about how terrible that must mean I look every other day of the week. ; )
Did I miss any classification of guys? I should say there are there are two types of shmoosers, but I can't figure out how to split the two other than are the ones that seem a bit predatory, and the other who seem to try so hard to just be nice . . . but you still get a little tension in your tummy when they talk to you. hmmmm. . . Maybe I should call them the greasy predators and the slick nice guys.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
The new job
Jeff has received a raise and will be working the day shift. His official hours aren't set yet, but he will begin onsite training April 21st. Right now they are saying he will go for two weeks of offsite training starting the 28th, in Michigan. That's about all we know right now, but he's pretty pumped. We started talking big last night about each getting a night out, scheduling a date night, and the phrase "weekly poker night" was uttered, and a second "every other week, maybe" quickly followed. ; ) so by the end of the conversation, we were just smiling saying- we'll see.
I guess it worked out pretty well that he'll be training offsite while I'm in Florida, because Alaina will get a lot of attention from Mimi and Papa while we are gone, and then when I get back, Aunt Stacey will be around to help me spoil her a bit more. All will be prep for the big day when Daddy will be coming home in the evenings to play. I'm getting misty I'm so excited!
I guess it worked out pretty well that he'll be training offsite while I'm in Florida, because Alaina will get a lot of attention from Mimi and Papa while we are gone, and then when I get back, Aunt Stacey will be around to help me spoil her a bit more. All will be prep for the big day when Daddy will be coming home in the evenings to play. I'm getting misty I'm so excited!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Jeff got the Job!!!!!
Jeff got the job! (well one of the three) I'm so excited! More to follow because that's all I know!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
First thing first, she forgot her promise. The next night I laid her down in my bed, she crawled out of bed, found her way to the stair in the dark! crawled up them and walked through the kitchen in the dark! and came to find me in the den. She did good over the weekend, but her sleep schedule is a little off yet, she doesn't want to go to bed until 9-10 pm. Stupid daylight savings time!
Jeff's parents came up and we got to go out and see a friend sing with her band. It was great! She was great! Jeff got all the fixtures up and the city inspectors came and signed off on the electrical and the construction. Actually, they didn't sign off on the construction because Jeff talked to him about what we would need to redo our hallway and he said if we were going to do it soon, he would let us do it under the original permit. I called and ordered our roll off so hopefully some family wants to come rips some walls down for beer. Papa are you there?:p
Anyway, we've talked about hanging some poster prints in the hallway and I've always wanted a bit of hollywood glamour in my house so I'm thinking I need some good old pics. Stacey left us two gorgeous prints of Paris and I'm looking at some James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, rat pack or other black and whites. What do you think?
Jeff's parents came up and we got to go out and see a friend sing with her band. It was great! She was great! Jeff got all the fixtures up and the city inspectors came and signed off on the electrical and the construction. Actually, they didn't sign off on the construction because Jeff talked to him about what we would need to redo our hallway and he said if we were going to do it soon, he would let us do it under the original permit. I called and ordered our roll off so hopefully some family wants to come rips some walls down for beer. Papa are you there?:p
Anyway, we've talked about hanging some poster prints in the hallway and I've always wanted a bit of hollywood glamour in my house so I'm thinking I need some good old pics. Stacey left us two gorgeous prints of Paris and I'm looking at some James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, rat pack or other black and whites. What do you think?
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