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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
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I totally can't wait.
Update later...I'm tired and hungry.
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Wednesday, September 19th, 2007
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So, life as I know it has been uber busy. Well busy as to what it was compared to a couple years ago.
Jacob started Kindergarten a week and a half go and likes it. Though he came home sick last week, which made me sick…the day OF a Feis…so guess who didn’t place because any effort I was trying to put in didn’t work. Though I did get some high leaps and had a big stage.
I started working 3-4 weeks ago and like it a lot! It’s been nice being able to get out 2-3 nights a week plus weekends for a few hours to feel a little more productive.
We are moving this Saturday back to the apts. We lived in 2 years ago because it’s better there and almost $200 cheaper for the same amount of room.
I haven’t spoken with my mom since June when she decided she was mad at me, for being mad at her even though I told her I wasn’t really mad after I talked with her about what happened. But she didn’t believe I wasn’t mad at her after the fact. Well I was mad at first because of the stunt she pulled, but I confronted her, got her side and said ok, well that will never happen again, it’s in the past now and it’s done.
So now apparently I have a serious mental illness and need medication…0_o. It’s her loss, I’m tired of playing these mind games because she feels to the need to be to princess and I, her lowly child, must cater to her with silver platters. Woe is me *snort*
My poor husband has been working his tail off and well…been uber busy even at home. :(
Now for tales from the work place! So I work at Aeropostale at the mall I live by. It’s been a really good job and I haven’t run into too many problem customers, but these are things that make us all shake our heads, roll our eyes and last but not least, walk away.
#1: I was folding men’s graphic T’s, when I notice that there are a bunch of balled up shirts stuffed in the middle of the bottom table. I pull them all out and start folding them nicely when I find…3 XL lace top camis balled up with/into a few of the men’s shirts. Someone wanted to feel his best…
#2: There was a girl that walked back towards clearance. (We, for some reason, don’t have sensors on any of the clothes nor have a sensor detector at the door of the store. So we are supposed to ask everyone if they need any help in the event they want to gank something. Usually if they do they either walk out or will try to get you to go away.)
So I ask her if she needs help finding a size or if she needs me to get something off the shelf for her. She says “No, I just didn’t want to wait for a fitting room.” And then pulls off the dress she tried on, and pulled her dress back on. Right there, in front of me. And there was no line at the fitting room.
I now know that her favorite color must be purple and she likes to shop at Victoria’s Secret.
#3: I was in the front by the door making the polo shirt table pretty and greeting people when this lady said, “Do you have any of those khaki pants in the back of the wall in ¾ short?”
When you walk into the store, both sides of the walls are lined with clothes. On the right are girls clothing and on the left are the guys. In the middle of the girls side is the cash wrap with mirrors on each side of it. In the middle of the guys side are the fitting rooms. So when she said the Khakis at the back of the wall, she was talking about the pants right next to the cash wrap. Now there were corded khaki pants right next to the cash wrap and khaki cloth pants next to it, but behind a stand of puffer vests and a table of jeans…so you can’t see them. She pointed towards the corded ones, but I made sure to ask, those ones right by the registers? And she said yes.
So I ask one of my awesome fellow co-workers, A, to cover the front for me and that I would be right back. I go into the back and hunt for this ¾ short, find one finally and come up front with them. The lady says “Oh thank you…but those aren’t the ones I was talking about. I meant THOSE.” So I run into the back and find the size she was looking for in the other ones and come back out. After she walked away, A said that after I had to go back into the store room, the lady looked at her husband, right in front of A, and said “I just KNEW she was going to grab the wrong ones!” In a way as if I had inconvenienced her for the entire day.
Here is a hint lady: BE SPECIFIC! When you point and say “those” and I point and say “those right there?” and you say yes, you get what I get.
#4: To the person who ripped the sanitary liner out of the bikini bottom and stuck it to the bottom of the bench in the fitting room, I hope you don’t give someone else crotch warts because you ripped that off and some naive girl put them on her bare bottom after you did.
#5: To the moms who come in with their kids to go shopping and force them to get/wear something, just don’t! My mom forced me and my siblings to dress how she wanted us to look and you know what happened? We ended up with a closet full of things we refused to wear because they were ugly and we didn’t like them, and/or were forced to wear ugly clothing. Like that 1983 era sweater dress I was forced to wear for Christmas when I was 15. I refuse to wear sweaters to this day. Your kids will end up hating you for it.
There was one mom who grabbed a turquoise and blue sweater for her daughter BUT wanted a matching dark blue cami to go under the sweater. The daughter was protesting “But mom I have cream colored camis, and purple one and black and *lists a bunch of colors that would look pretty under the sweater, because all teh girl wanted was the sweater.* but mom shot her down each time. She wanted an exact matching dark blue shirt to go under it. I told her we had no dark blue camis and she walked away.
Seriously 45 minutes later A walks into the back with the same mom, carrying the same sweater, holding a dark blue polo because the dark blue polo would look dumb under it and wanted a cami, but was damned if she was going to let little suzy wear another color under that sweater!
There was another mom who asked me while I was folding the men’s T’s, what sizes our men’s small was. So I found a small in the pile of shirts and held it up for her to compare. I said “This is what our men’s small looks like if you think that will fit him.” It was just a comparison so she could see how big our small was. The shirt was black and said “Aeropostale Original” on most of the front in different scripts. She took one look at it, gave this “dear lord” expression as if she was holding a shirt that had “Hail Satan” written in red ink to look like blood and said slowly “…yeah…I don’t think I would EVER let him wear something like this…”and put it back. 0_o
#6: We had some girl plastered in A&F crap come in and complain that “Why does everything have Aeropostale written all over it!? I can’t wear anything in here…that name is SO ugly!” …And the Abercrombie and Fitch name isn’t?
Speaking of which, one of our biggest complaints is about A&F. Parents come in all the time and complain they hate A&F because they get ignored and the employees (mostly girls) act snotty and above them, but, and I quote directly, “Not you girls. You are all so nice, and you are helpful and don’t ignore me or my son.” Lady, you rock.
#7: Labor Day weekend was AWFUL! That Friday alone we were making $2,000 per hour. ..And we ran out of everything in the back. We literally had to replenish the whole store throughout the entire day because everything was going fast, which means by Saturday we were pretty much cleared out of mostly jeans in the store room. And people were getting angsty because we didn’t have a certain style in a certain color and/or size…well here is a tip: Don’t wait until the weekend before school starts to start going school clothes shopping for your little princess.
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Monday, August 13th, 2007
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No I have not dropped off the face of the earth, I have just been living in chaos.
I am still looking for p/t job. I have been since sometime in May. Back in May, I only had one interview that only went as far as the interview.
Now? I have second interview stuff lined up for Target; I’m waiting for Aeropostale to call me back and have an interview lined up for Bath and Body Works. Now I’m a little concerned because I filled out a ton of apps, and now everyone and their mom is calling because all the kids in school are going back.
So I guess we are moving back to Cdga and we are planning to live there for hopefully a couple years and get the cars paid off and hopefully by then we find a house we love and want to buy.
Getting Jacob ready for school. He is going to a private school, and they don’t have uniforms I don’t know why, but now we have to buy him a whole new wardrobe because they don’t want the kids wearing anything with characters or anything as it is ‘distracting’. So now we have to go and get him plain clothes with no fun stuff on it. It can have maybe a cool pattern, but that’s it.
So yeah, birthday Saturday. Hello mid 20’s, I am here. Spent the day hanging out with Adam doing some shopping. Nothing too exciting, just you know, having a slow kind of chill day to hang out since we have been really busy.
And now? I go shower so I can get Erin to work…
Real update later once I can collect myself.
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I wnet to the Feis yesterday, you know the one where I was suppossed to beat the other girls in teh slip jig (:-P) and I literally got there 20 minutes too late.
They had all my dances lined up back to back, by the time I got to stage 5, they had jsust walked off of the last solo.
I went home and cried...like a 12 year old.
It's not becasue I didn't get to compete, it's not that I spent the usual 2 days getting ready (I literally have to put he curlers in my hair the day before.)I don't know what it was, but once the shock wore off it sucked. Here I was all pretty and curly and glittery and for nothing, plus I paid the 29 dollars to dance, plus I drove an hour to Syracuse, plus I love dancing so it sucked very, very much.
2 months till the next Feis...and I have that long to make my competing decision.
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I was told, that teh girls at the Rochester school, are seriously practicing their slip jig, so they can knock me out of placing. Last year I went to 3 feis's. In all 3, I placed 2nd twice and 1st the third time. In my first year of competing.
Oh HECK no! It is ON! I will not be knocked below 2nd place! I WILL PREVAIL!
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Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
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Man…long weekend St. Paddy's day weekend.
Thursday night was spent at practice and then as soon as we got home, Erin and I washed our hair and put like 5 products in it and curled the heck out of it.
Friday we had to be in Henrietta by noon, so we get there, get dressed and do a couple run through. I was really tired when we were dancing so yeah I wasn't stellar, but she rocked. We came home and I felt like a zombie. I wanted to do nothing more than sleep and eat, but instead I washed all the crap in my hair out (I'm not kidding I had so much hair spray that it was water proof-ish in a way. I could not get this one spot on my head wet no matter how hard I tried.) And then, the same 5 or more hair products and curlers again.
Then I went and picked up mom because her car hates snow.
Saturday we all got up, showered and layered for the parade. It was 26 degrees at the warmest that day plus it was still snowing. I had, dance leggings, poodle socks pulled over leggings, black yoga pants, cami, long sleeved shirt, t shirt, arm warmers pinned to my long sleeved shirt, fleece and dance school jacket over that, plus the white gloves and ear warmer head band. I was still cold.
So we get to the city and park and mom and Jacob go find somewhere to stand/sit as Erin and I head down towards Alexander to look for our float and/or Young School members.
Well we were the first ones there. We passed the float and I was like…um I think that's ours…and the guy who was cleaning it off asked if we were with Young, so we knew we were in the right spot.
Now the bad thing was it was snowing that heavy wet snow. So just standing on the sidewalk and not really doing anything, our shoes were getting wet. Erin was wearing her black dance sneakers and I was wearing thin black sneakers. So the tips of my shoes are wet and finally they closed off the street so we all stood in the road which was wet, but our shoes wouldn't get wet, since you know, it's not 2 inches of snow.
We got there at 11. Roads close at 11:30 and parade starts at 12:30, so it's suggested to get there at 11 because you never know where you will have to park…either at the end of the 3 mile route, or along the way. So yeah we're cold. 5 of us kind of huddled together for a minute or two just to get warm enough to be ok.
So we are all lined up, music is playing, we do 3 or 4 run through just to keep us warm and then start.
Everything is going well, we're a little warmer but some of us keep stepping in little dents in the road where caps to pipes are and where water has collected. So shoes are more wet. We were about not 10 minutes into the parade, and then suddenly we stop. And we stand there…and wait…and wait…finally they have us do more dancing to keep us warm, Rachel was having some of us adults in the back do two hands, three hands and stuff because we were freezing.
Then some guy runs through us and says that "Some guy just passed out in the road…he threw up and passed out." So we thought it was some drunk and they had a hard time getting him out since the roads were blocked off and pretty much all the fire trucks are in the parade. No…it was the parade marshal who dresses up as St. Patrick. He had a heart attack.
I have no clue who that guy was but he acted and made it sound like some looser had been drinking since 5 am.
Finally after 45 minutes we get moving thankfully. Go the rest of the 3 miles, shoes are soaked now, but we were all able to hold it together and smile and dance and look pretty and like we were having a blast dancing in freezing weather and snow. We won best in show!
This is what it looked like:
After we got to the end we went to find Jacob and my mom. We should have brought extra socks and shoes but we didn't.
Mom brings Erin and I into a coffee shop she took Jacob into to warm up and bought us something warm to drink and then we headed home.
We get home and take off our sopping wet shoes and socks. My shoes dyed my socks black from the water so when I took off my socks and my toes were kind of grayish, it didn't really worry me, until I went to soak my feet in the tub and my toes turned blue.
Ok, freaking out. Adam, my loving, wise, lovely husband tells me to keep an eye on my toes because chances are "They are going to turn black and have to be cut off." Feel the freaking love?!
We had to go to another dance out and hour after we got home, so after we got home from that I made potato soup which actually turned out really good. I think I might make more again this weekend.
Sunday and Monday? I spent pretty much sleeping
So yeah, probably not going to go to a parade that cold again. Maybe, but it depends on if it's snowing or not because we did well with keeping warm, I just don't want to have to experience the whole toes freezing thing again.
So yeah having issues. Like the not so good kind. I think it's the pill I'm on to be honest, it's messing with my hormones pretty bad and I'm not handling very simple, small, everyday things very well. Hopefully they switch it for me and things go back to normal because seriously, this sleeping 12 hours and still feeling like I haven't slept in 24 hours thing is driving me nuts! Not to mention I get extremely weepy and sad and depressed like…and I have been eating like no tomorrow. Ugh I can't stand this. It's like I'm bi-polar and totally aware of it, but I know it's my hormones…it's kind of weird.
So this warm weather is deceiving. It's all sunny and breezy and lovely looking outside. So we open windows…and it's really anywhere between 39-43 degrees.
Oh it does get warm…but on the warm days, it's pouring rain.
My dad called and said Wyoming got pounded HARD with snow. Said in Buffalo, it was so bad there was a 30 car pileup on the highway and they had enough time to get everyone in the pile up out, but had to leave most of the cars there….in the highway…to get buried in snow…because visibility was so horrible, the highway patrol ordered everyone off the highway and shut it down. It's heading our way, but in the form of rain…LOVELY! As if we need more wet! But I do like rain so maybe we can get a decent thunderstorm.
Bleh…2 hours of dance practice ahead of me.
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Wednesday, March 7th, 2007
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This is a collection of thoughts stemming from vents and annoyances around this time of year. These are the opinions of me, my sister (and I'm sure a lot of other people too.) as we have dealt with a lot of this. It was mostly for fun though.
1. Don’t think that drinking green beer makes you Irish, or that it’s a good way to pretend you are. You’re not and it’s not. Most likely it's some German, Canadian or other non Irish beer with green food coloring. Seriously…if you truly want to pretend to be Irish, you would be drinking an ACTUAL IRISH BEER! Like Guinness for starters…and if you aren’t man/woman enough to down that then go for a semi see through beer (weakling!).
2. Do not…I repeat, DO NOT!!!! Under any circumstances, try to imitate an Irish dancer, or think that just because you are wearing green and drinking beer makes you Irish enough to pretend you are, to bust an incredibly retarded ‘Irish jig’. News flash it’s not and you look like an idiot and it’s incredibly insulting to those of us who are Irish dancers and/or Irish dancers who are Irish. You wouldn’t know what a jig was if it slapped you around, so please, don’t try. Irish dancing is more than a drunk trying to do a hard shoe dance which makes him look like an idiot. I reserve the right to stomp on your foot. It will hurt.
3. Your grandmother’s grandmothers, cousins, daughters, brother being Irish, does NOT make you Irish. Seriously, look at your family tree and go celebrate your own nationalities holiday. And put down that green beer.
4. St. Patrick’s Day wasn’t created for people to go drink themselves silly. What’s that? You don’t know the real meaning of St. Paddy’s day? Well for starters it’s a Holy day. Yes you read that right. Celebration of a WELSH, yes welsh man who was kidnapped by Irish pirates and taken into slavery to herd pigs, who by the grace of God was able to escape. He went to England to study the bible and went back to Ireland as a missionary to teach them about God and yes drove out the snakes. AKA the druids. Please…don’t think he drove actual snakes out…seriously…
In short, if it wasn't for him, we'd all still be dancing around nekkid sacrificing each other to trees.
5. A shamrock has 3 leaves. Not 4. That’s a clover. The 3 leaf clovers you see on the ground in your backyard, aren't shamrocks either.
6. For the love of all things shiny, if you are Irish Protestant, don’t wear green. The orange wasn’t put on the flag for fun. Green is for the Catholics.
7. Some Irish dancers wear buckles on their hard shoes. So please, don’t ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ over them or point and giggle.
8. Speaking of hard shoes, that’s exactly what they are. NOT Irish tap shoes. Do you see a metal tap on the bottom of my shoes? Didn't think so. Since when was fiberglass or wood tips considered taps? The only reason Michel Flatley has them is so you can hear him over the music on stage.
9. We do not wear ‘Irish ballet’ shoes. We wear Ghillies. We aren’t called Irish ballet dancers; we are called Irish step dancers.
10. If you go to a St. Paddy’s day parade, DON’T yell at the Irish dancers who happen to be walking at that moment, “DANCE!!!”. Chances are we danced the day and night before, that morning and have to dance later on that day. We are tired. Not only that but the parade is 3 miles long and we have to DANCE almost those entire 3 miles with a couple minutes of walking in between. We are tired. Make your mouth useful and finish that canadian green beer.
11. Please, after we get done with the parade, and start walking back to watch the rest of the parade, don’t walk up to an Irish dancer and pretend to do a ‘jig’. See #2. Also see #12 and 13. I can stomp and kick at least 5 times harder than you and will kick you. This is also not something to do when we are wearing our Hard Shoes. Trust me.
12. We do more dances than the jig.
13. There are at least 3 different kinds of traditional jigs.
14. Corned beef and cabbage is NOT a traditional Irish dinner. Eat some freaking potatoes for God’s sake.
15. If you are Italian, you aren’t Irish. Don’t say you are. If you are English, you aren’t Irish. Please don’t say you are. (No offense to my English friends. I love you all, I truly do.) If your last name is not Irish, chances are you aren’t either. (Unless you are Irish and married to someone who isn’t.) Only one member of your immediate family being Irish doesn’t make you 100% Irish any more than Genghis Khans big toe.
16. Irish are allowed to have more than one hair color. Blonde is more common than red. Same go for the eye color.
17. We DO NOT Riverdance, or Lord of the Dance. Yes they both are CHOREOGRAPHED Irish dancing, but they are NOT traditional forms, which we Irish step dancers do. So please, don’t insult us by calling us Riverdancers. We again reserve the right to kick you…it will hurt.
Riverdance and Lord of the Dance are also two different shows.
18. We work our BUMS off getting to where each of us are in dance. You have no idea. So please don’t think that a 5 minute lesson is going to teach you how to be the Irish step dancer ever. Try dancing in shoes 2 times smaller than your feet to break them in, for an hour, (repeat for several months) and shut up already.
19. Yes some of us are wearing fake hair pieces. You try sleeping in a sitting up position with curlers in your hair all night, which some of us still do, and then complain about the wigs. It’s not fun.
20. Irish step dancing IS a sport; it began as a sport over in Ireland and is still one today…Cheerleading is not.
21. Even if you aren't irish, go to the parade and support us Irish. We will love you for it.
St. Patrick’s Day is 10 days away. Please don’t disappoint us Irish.
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Monday, January 22nd, 2007
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I will have been awake for 24 hours. Again. Enter night/day #2 in a row of nights I have not slept an ounce while it was still...night. This would be the 4th night total I haven't slept from the time I went to bed at 10 pm until Adam, got up at 6:45
I freaking hate this.
I’m too upset over not sleeping that I can’t even cry about it like I have before. If I don’t sleep tonight, I’m calling the docs first thing tomorrow morning.
If you hear a loud, booming crash, it’s me falling asleep later.
The best part is, nothing provoked this insomnia. I think this is the worst it has been...at least from what I can remember. I have never been awake all night long for more than 1 or 2 nights before...
I don't feel as if I can get anything done. It's awful. I feel so useless and unaccomplished. Last night I was actually falling asleep, when Adam made a small noise...like a little random snore and I literally jumped...like you do in those falling dreams, well I jumped awake. Later on around 4:30, I started to dream for a few seconds and then the whole body jump thing would happen and I would wake up. This happened once every minute or so until I finally sat up. Then decided to get in the shower at 5:30-5:45. *sigh*
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Thursday, January 11th, 2007
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So I was supposed to get up early this morning, which I am, but I just wanted to lay in bed for a little longer because it was nice and comfy.
Well we have Aren in a bed now, and I heard him making noise and thought, great…I would like a shower before he get’s up…I was going to hop in anyway and let him play in his room for a bit, but then Jacob turned on his bedroom light which made Aren yell “MOM”.
So yes I was annoyed that I had to cancel my shower plans, but then when I got to his door, he had his little hand sticking out from underneath it and was waving at me. Put me in a much better mood.
I’m so tired. I had a hard time falling asleep last night because my feet were beyond freezing. I put on socks but it took forever for my toes to warm up. Plus sometimes when I’m falling asleep and have my eyes closed, I’ll ‘see’ flashes of light…like bright as if there is suddenly lightning outside or someone turned on the light inside really quickly. I read online on some insomnia sight that yeah…it happens to people I guess. Don’t remember why, but it’s really annoying because I think that either we’re getting some weird lightning storm or Adam rolled over and hit the light switch again.
I’ve started running/walking to up my stamina because my goodness I don’t want to be gasping for air at the next St Patrick’s day parade like I did last year. I’m surprised I haven’t started hacking…though I’m not running in the cold air (yay for treadmills) so it’s probably better for my lungs, which I’m annoyed with because they want to give me problems out of no where.
My sister is moving in with us. This is not a bad thing, I’m just hoping that both boys don’t wake up at 4 am and decide to party in their room while she is trying to sleep next door.
Both kids are still sick. I think I’m going to have to bring Jacob back to the doctors. Poor kid is traumatized form last time. Keeps asking if they’re going to take his blood. Aren too. Jacob hadn’t fully recovered from strep when he got sick again. Aren just got off his antibiotics, but while he was on them he developed a bad cough. I’m not kidding when I say no other kids are allowed over here until it’s ‘officially’ spring. As in temps are over 50 degrees and no snow. I do not want a repeat of last winter. That was NOT fun.
I’m actually happy we got snow. It hasn’t snowed since…beginning of December? But usually the norm here in this part of NY at least is we have a couple feet of snow at least, on the ground, slush and black ice at night, etc. I don’t like the cold or snow very much, but I like to have something to look forward to when spring arrives.
I love Adam, he’s so warm. Right now I’m freezing…and he’s at work.
So when we had our normal comfy cotton sheets on our bed, I was regularly waking up drenched in sweat and had to change my t-shirt. I only sleep under one of those velour blankets and a light down comforter.
I put the flannel sheets on the bed the other day because it gets cold in our room…and not once have I woken up all covered in sweat. I think it’s a bit weird, but hey so far so good.
Now that I mention it, I was waking up really hot and drenched with sweat with the cotton sheets, but I can’t fall asleep because my feet and the rest of me is freezing with the flannel sheets. How does that happen?
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Wednesday, January 10th, 2007
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I really hope this isn't confusing.
Ok so recently I put new dance music on itunes, to put it on my ipod.
So when I updated my ipod, the music I imported to itunes never went onto my Ipod, but they were still on itunes checked (You know how you select the box next to the songs you want on your ipod...)
So I chose the option to add teh 'recently added' songs to my ipod music options. Well thatw roked. The music of all 3 cd's I put on went to my ipod at the next update.
Well, I imported a new CD ot itunes...one of Jacob's cds. Well at the next update that went onto my ipod...but all of my newly added dance music is now not on my ipod anymore, but the kids cd is. (Becasue of the 'recently added' listening option.)
Does anyone know why or knows how to fix this? I'd really like to have my practice music back on there so I have music to practice too.
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Monday, December 11th, 2006
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Ok I give up.
I am now admitting defeat…this is how my life has been:
Dad and step mom are getting divorced. Step mom was contacting real mom and started getting really freaky. Waking people up at odd hours of the night/morning to argue and such. She won’t comply or try to work the marriage out so dad had to file…again.
Adam’s rents are doing it too…but it’s on a much more ‘we live in the same house for now and are friends and get along’ note.
Now these things we have been trying to keep quiet from my mom/his grandparents. His parents will tell grandparents probably after Christmas and I don’t want mom to know or her family if I can help it what’s going on with dad because she seems to feed off his misery.
My sister is coming in next Tuesday. Again trying in all my power to keep this from mom and her family so they don’t ambush us or there sint a huge blow out. I WANT to spend my Christmas in peace, I WILL spend my Christmas in peace and everyone will like it!
I miss my dad and siblings. I haven’t seen them in almost 3 years. With the exception of my brother and my one sister who is coming to visit. 3 years.
Aren is still anemic and they want me to keep pumping him full of iron.
Both of my kids have heart murmurs.
We haven’t even started to shop for the kids for Christmas.
My grandfathers 70-something birthday is this Christmas day and we don’t even know if the guy is alive. (I have a feeling he died and either had no ID on him or didn’t have any current contact info for my aunts)
Adam’s really been pissing me off lately. He’s been such an immature bung hole.
I just want to stay in bed all day and cry. I can't keep up with anything really, did I mention how last month I totally forgot when it was picture day and sent jacob to preschool in totally non-picture day appropraite clothing?
I’m tired…going to allow myself to go to bed now.
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Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
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So this has been my life since last Sunday.
Internet dies on Tuesday, Adam messes with the router, and it’s ok. Dies again. Messes with it again, it's ok. Keeps dying at least 4 times a day…he checks both the router and modem but all is not well as it keeps dying. (I’ll be lucky if I can post this without having it dye again.) We aren’t sure if it’s the cable company, or if we need a new modem/router.
Thanksgiving: Jacob is sick to his stomach all day. We weren’t sure if it was a stomach bug because no one else has been sick. I think he might have had a slight case of food poisoning. He said he felt fine until he ate some yogurt, Adam also fed Aren from the same package of yogurt but he didn’t get sick…I think maybe it was just a bad container of yogurt he had.
Anyway not to be TMI but the poor kid was on the toilet all day for the next 4 days. Not to mention me getting up with him in the middle of the night to try to get his stomach to feel decent enough to for him to sleep.
Sunday…the day Jacob starts to feel better…Aren gets sick.
Monday night, I was up with Aren from 2-3 am because he kept waking up. I checked his fever…105.0! I was freaking the heck out but since he was talking and stuff I decided to see if I could bring his temp down before I called the on call pediatrician freaking out at 2 am (Some of the docs here are weird about fevers…I guess if it’s high like his and he’s acting ok and not lethargic, if you can bring the temp down you’re good to go. But if it doesn’t drop then call freaking out.).
Gave him some Tylenol and a cold wash cloth to the forehead, and his temp dropped to 104.3 in 30 minutes.
So I put him back to bed and went to bed myself with full intentions of calling the docs yesterday morning. Well he didn’t fully fall asleep until 4:30 am. He acted like lying down was uncomfortable. Not a good sign.
So yeah, yesterday I walked around in a daze both before and after taking a nap since I had less than 3 hours of sleep the night before. Well when he got up yesterday morning his temp was 99.5. W.T.H! So no docs yesterday but as the day went on the poor kid had the cough of a lifetime.
Today.
Aren still has a cough so I made a docs appt. for him for later, Jacob’s at preschool and I got at least 7 hours of sleep last night although I could definitely use more. I’m so tired and out of it. It would honestly be better if both kids got sick at the same time or if there was a nice gap in between…not this as soon as one kid gets better the other gets sick.
So yeah if I disappear from online, it’s my internet. Hopefully we can get it figured out soon. I still think its Time Warner, because they seem to screw up their internet more than anything.
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Friday, November 17th, 2006
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I’m tired. I only got 3 hours of sleep last night just because we were not comfortable. Yup, not just me…but both me and Adam…it was weird. We both were awake and tossing and turning.
I had to go shopping today, no biggie I always go shopping on Fridays while Jacob’s at preschool. Here are a few things I noticed.
People get so bent out of shape when someone asks for their ID, whether it be buying alcohol or using a credit card or check…whatever. It’s also usually as they are holding their wallet where their ID is. Is that 1.5 seconds that inconvenient to whip it out….how about getting it out along with your card or whatever?
I have had people apologize while asking to see my ID. How sad is that? It even says on the back of my card to see my ID. Are people that full of crap no a days that the poor cashier has to defend herself while asking a customer a question? WTF if someone asks for your ID it's because they are trying to make sure it's actually YOU using YOUR card!
I am starting to hate cell phones.
#1: I almost got hit by some guy talking on his cell phone, at a 4 way flashing red light. It was my turn to go and he wasn’t paying attention and he pulled out right into the middle of the intersection before he stopped to wait his turn. I seriously thought he was going to hit me.
There was a guy behind me last week who was talking on his cell phone, having a leisurely conversation while doing the following: Getting really far behind me…and then speeding up to me so fast I thought he was going to hit me, getting far behind me and rinse and repeat all while occasionally turning around to yell at his kids who were hitting each other with something in the back and a dog up front.
Old people are the worst drivers because:
It has seriously only been old people, who have climbed so far up my bum it's like they want a ride in my car, ride my bumper forever and then speed around me and cut in front of me as if I’m being slow when I’m going 5 mph over the speed limit! Some guy got so close so fast to me at a stop light I seriously braced myself today because I didn’t think he was going to stop.
So I saw this girl in Wal-Mart and her shirt kinda freaked me out…
It was plain black with just this one it: “It aint gonna lick it's self”. I don’t want to know what exactly that’s implying…
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Monday, November 13th, 2006
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So this past week has been ok.
Well Wednesday Aren was burning up with a fever. Thursday morning I asked him if he had an ouchy, he stuck his finger first in his mouth and then in his ear. Great.
He was restless both Thursday and Friday night, in fact Thursday night, He woke me up at 4 am crying…he needed some Tylenol and something to drink and he was content after 3 minutes. Thankfully Jacob didn’t have any school on Friday so I got to sleep in till 8.
Saturday night was a different story.
11, went to bed. I could hear him over the baby monitor coughing. By midnight he was coughing then gagging and then started crying. I went in there and he literally tried to jump out of his bed and wanted nothing to do with his pacifier. I figure his throat hurts form coughing.
So we came down stairs and I sat down here with him from 12:30 till 2 am watching anime. Finally I said, ok baby you need to try to sleep, and put him to bed with a little Tylenol. So as I lay down I’m thinking, Woohoo I can still get enough sleep to make it to church and be awake.
Yeah…Jacob bursts into my room at4:30 “mommy I had an accident.” All is well, all I have to do is strip his bed and make him a little place to sleep on the floor.
Well after realizing exactly HOW tired I was all I was really able to do was make him a little bed on his floor with a couple comforters and his sleeping bag. I didn’t even bother to check his bed because I was fighting to be awake and somewhat alert to get him settled in.
Well we didn’t make it to church, Adam let me sleep in which I’m really thankful for…slept longer than I would have liked but it was probably the best thing since I was so tired form Wednesday-Saturday.
Checked Jacobs bed and it turned out he didn’t pee in it. I think he woke up really sweaty because he literally wraps himself up in his comforter like a taco and sometimes wakes up drenched in sweat.
Last night I had a really restless night. I kept waking up to noises which is odd because we have a box fan running (Adam gets hot at night.) and you can't really hear anything.
This brings me to today. Aren is the MOST miserable child ever. I have had to punish his little bum all weekend because he get’s mad and goes after Jacob or me or Adam, never mind the screeching he’s been doing.
So finally I just stuck my finger in his mouth under the condition he would not bite me this time. He didn’t, and I saw one of his canine teeth coming in.
Well that explains everything from him breaking a high fever to him being mr miserable. If only I had done that oh say…Friday or Saturday…
BUT! jacob jsut got his first loose tooth. He's so grown up :(.
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Friday, August 11th, 2006
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I am so pissed off right now. It's my freaking birthday and I just want to either drink something strong or cry…probably both. I can't even make myself a cake like I wanted to because I'm so damn upset.
I !@#$@#$!$ CAN'T STAND THE DAMN KIDS TO LIVE HERE!
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Tuesday, August 1st, 2006
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Wednesday, July 12th, 2006
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Wednesday, July 5th, 2006
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A letter to all drivers:
Dear annoying, enraged drivers who shouldn’t be driving,
Stop signs and red lights are not optional. Neither are turn signals.
When you’re so close that you can see my sticker on my rear view mirror, and I can see your back seat in detail, it means you need to back WAY off.
When using your turn signal, you need to use it BEFORE you merge, turn or squeeze in between two cars almost causing an accident.
Turning it on after you turn/move to the other lane does not count. Neither does turning it on mid move, for one second before or after, or hoping we can telepathically see it and beep when we don’t.
Just assuming we’re going to let you squeeze in when you start to move over…into my car…isn’t going to grant you entry. A lawsuit yes and wrecked car, yes.
If you are behind someone and they need to turn left, but there is another car they must wait for in the other lane, beeping will not make the car going to opposite direction move faster, nor will it convince me to pull out in front of them. Same thing for turning right on red.
Quit driving up my bum. It’s not going to make me go over the speed limit. Yelling at me and making annoyed hand movements and almost clipping me when you go around me, isn’t going to make me go any faster.
It’s not my fault you’re going to be late; you should have gotten off your bum and left earlier. I’m sure your boss and your co-workers pick on you if you use the ‘I was late because someone was going the speed limit’ logic. Yes, I have heard that before.
Think about things before you drive. If you need to make a left or right, don’t decide to do so when you’re in the opposite lane/s on the highway.
Sliding all the way over to the right or left in front of other people with no turn signal is going to guarantee you one of two things in the future. A ticket, or severe car accident.
Teenagers with no common sense: Go back to driving school.
Since when did 55 become too slow? It hasn’t.
Thank you,
Me.
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Ok so here are pics of me in my dress. No 'm not dancing becasue everytime I have a performance, Adam is never with me and I can't really take a pic of myself now can I?
Note: I have to wear black tights when I perform, but sicne I had worn poodle socks to practice bfore these were taken, i kept them on. So these are crappy pics from my mom's camera phone. Bear with me:
( lovely pictures )
I look bleh becasue I was fresh out of practice.
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