The random thoughts that flutter through my mind...
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My birthday: April 17
My anniversary: April 25
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If I had a billion dollars, I'd give a million to each of my friends and family. I'd have an indoor gym and pool built at my college. I'd pay for teachers aides at my daughter's school. I'd buy every book Nora Roberts ever wrote, and I'd fly to her next book signing so I could tell her thank you for saving my sanity by giving me an escape from reality for a few hours at a time.
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1,000 Shades of Fool
American Girl
Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too
DJGroovySlug
FlyLady.net
He Wrote, She Wrote
I choose not to believe
I Was Just Thinking...
Jill Shalvis
Long and Writing Road
Miss Snark
Passionate Chaos
Pub Rants
Questions Asked, Questions Answered
Running With Quills
Still I Rise
Sublime Vacuity
The Steal-Me Book
Turn the Page
Woodland Rambles
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Taken from the ALA website
Books I have read are italicized.
The apartment is supposed to be cleaned before we move in... right? Apparently someone forgot to tell the cleaning lady that. There was a box of makeup in the downstairs bathroom cabinet, food crumbs in the fridge and drawers, dirt in the floor... you get the idea. My best friend and her boyfriend live there already, he's one of the maintenance guys, so he was doing the inspection with us. When we got back over to the office, I played dumb and asked the assistant manager whether it was gonna be cleaned before we move in. She said, "It should have been done already. B, hasn't it been cleaned?" He said that yeah, the evil cleaning lady (ECL) had been there, but that it was still dirty. So when the manager got back, we told her. Her first response was, "Well, it's been sitting enpty for a while"... to which I responded, "There's makeup in the bathroom cabinet and food crumbs in the fridge. The place is filthy." She assured us it would be taken care of, and as we were leaving, I heard her tell B to get on the walkie-talkie and tell ECL to drop whatever she was doing and get back over there and clean it good.
We took the kids over to look at the place, and ECL was there. She was stomping around and slamming doors, and when we walked in she grabbed her stuff and left.
Later last nite, I called my friend and she said that after we left, ECL was bitching about people being too damn petty to clean out their own cabinets... and she was informed that that was HER job... and she was chewed out royally, from the sounds of it... and by the end of it, she was no longer the cleaning lady... just the groundskeeper. (All the maintenance guys are really happy about it, cause they've been having to clean the apartments themselves cause she didn't do it right.) And she did clean the place up (hopefully a lot better...). Thus ends the tale of the evil cleaning lady.
We signed our lease today... we have keys- it's officially our townhouse now.
Took the kids to see the place... M (ds3) asked if we could move "right now, okay?" Told him to be patient for a few more days. They are spending Friday nite at my mom's, and Saturday and Sunday nites at mil's. It's going to make moving so much easier... I realized a little while ago that I can go ahead and strip their beds and wash the sheets and bedding tomorrow while A (dd6) is at school. Yay.
Okay, been on here long enough... I'll have to tell you the story of the evil cleaning lady next time I'm on... heheheh.
Yay me! I remembered the cupcakes and stuff. I set the alarm on my cell so I'd remember. When I got to the school to drop them off, the secretary sent me on back to the classroom. It's raining, so the kids were sitting in the hallway watching a movie for recess. There were 6-7 little kids standing, nose to the wall. One of them... of course... was mine. The teacher said she must have been talking during lunch- the lunch monitor said those kids had to lose part of their recess. Knowing my daughter, she was talking, all right. Kid even talks in her sleep.
I have reached a disturbing conclusion. You know how alcoholics will hide their booze in all sorts of weird places? Well, I keep finding romance novels all over my house. (So far, the best hiding place was 7-8 books in the bottom of my mending basket- under all the clothes.) Hubby said it looks like a cloud opened and rained paperbacks... he seemed very disturbed at the thought of romance novels falling from the sky. Apparently I'm addicted to smut books. Oh well... could be worse. At least its legal.
Whew- glad that's over. Took The Girl birthday shopping so she could pick something she really wanted (its a tradition- we buy her stuff to unwrap and then take her to pick one thing herself) and she wandered around the toy department for ages trying to decide. First she looked at a tea set- uh, kid? you have 3 already... so then it was some cheesy generic toy that would have broken in a matter of days... and then it was a 'magic wand' that said stuff when you pushed buttons... (no extended play value there...) so she finally decided on a circus playset. The kind with little dolls and stuff. It's part of a series, so if she really enjoys it she can get more things to go with it. (We like toys with add-ons, it makes suggestions for the grandmas and grandpas sooo much easier.) Plus it's just so cute. There were only two dolls in the set, so I bought a little ($5) playset mostly for the extra doll. (That way The Boy and I can play with her.)
Must remember the cupcakes and fruit roll-ups and pencils tomorrow for school. Somehow I don't think she will be so nonchalant if I forget again. Time to put The Girl to bed, the school bus cometh early.
6 years ago right now, I was 37 hours into labor with my first child. I was 20 years old and scared to death. Labor was not going well. Baby in distress, mom in distress... it was bad. When she was finally born at 2:45 in the afternoon, the cord was wrapped around her neck. She was holding onto it with both her tiny little hands, keeping it off her throat. She didn't even cry at first. They whisked her away to the little bassinette while the midwife distracted me. I don't know just how bad off she was, they never told me... but it was bad enough that they kept us 48 hours for observation and did blood tests on her every few hours.
Looking back, things could have turned out so differently than they did. I'm one of the fortunate ones. My daughter is fine. She's amazingly intelligent (and that's not just me, that's her teacher speaking). At the moment, she's in my bedroom playing a video game. She's frequently obnoxious and mouthy, she sometimes throws fits when she doesn't get her way... but overall, she's a beautiful, happy, sweet, good little girl. I am blessed to have her for a daughter. So, Happy Birthday, Allie. I love you.
I am a complete failure as a parent. What's worse, I'm so bad at it that my kid doesn't even notice.
Tomorrow is The Girl's 6th birthday. She only goes to kindergarten every other day, so she won't be there tomorrow. So we ordered cupcakes and bought fruit roll-ups for her classmates for today, instead. Guess what? Mommy was busy and didn't realize what time it was until 2pm. I called the school frantic... they said to bring them Wed since it was too late today. OK...
We jst got home from her 'graduation' ceremony... I asked her teacher if The Girl was really upset when I didn't show- no, apparently she forgot all about it too, cause she didn't even mention it to the teacher.
I felt horrifically guilty anyway, so I took her to Wal-Mart and bought her a Barbie watch. (Planned to do it for her b-day anyway...)
Teacher said Wed would be better anyway cause today was the program.
Oh well, time to go clean house...
Little sisters... whadda ya do with them? My youngest sister is 17. She called me at 1 this morning, all upset, wanting to talk. Turns out she was having an anxiety attack... her slug of a boyfriend/thing wanted to get married on Friday. She was trying to decide what to do. I think I've talked her out of it. (Hope, hope, hope) Not just cause he's a slug (don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy, but oy.), but because he's a 20yo druggie who still lives with his mom and can't/won't keep a job for more than a week or two.
Gah! I laid down with The Boy in the recliner to take a nap, where I proceeded to have one of the worst nightmares of my entire life. It started out that we were packing and we kept seeing what looked like giant (2-3 inch long) roaches. Then in the course of the dream, as dreams will do, they mutated to a roach-spider cross and started jumping out at us. By the end of the dream, though, these suckers had mutated into things the size of my hand, and looked like a freaky cross between frogs, cicadas and spiders. They had a hard brown shell like the cicadas, but it kept cracking off to show bits of green underneath. As if masses of gigantic frog-bug things jumping around wasn't enough, they started coming down from the ceiling on spider-threads. They were everywhere... and then they started reproducing... by drooling... and new frog-bug monsters were forming in their spit, still attached to the long orange tongues.
I woke up scared silly... Im not sure I'll be going to sleep tonight. I still have the heebie-jeebies, half an hour later.
Instead of packing I've just spent the best part of two hours online reading the archives of Dear Brian... oh man. I kept starting to cry... and needing to stop and go hug my kids. Must go pack boxes. Need to get away from the computer for awhile.
Well, got lots done last nite- made it through all the boxes in the junk room... they're sorted into the assorted places and people they will be going to. Got through all the crafty-type junk. Got through most of my books... I'm guessing I have a thousand by now, if not more. Hard to get an accurate count when they're all over the house.
I'm done packing for today... which is bad, cause I only packed half a box. Oh well, did some laundry, some dishes, went and sold some books to a friend, went out to lunch with my best friend and her other half, went to my mom's to get the kids and took a two hour nap cause the boy was asleep when I got there. Then when I tried to leave, I couldn't cause mom had the car seats in her car, so I had to wait an hour for her to get back. It's all good though, I took the kids up the lane to visit my grandma.
Going to bed now. I'm tired... and I'm f*ing sick of packing. 
Taking kids to grandmas. It's a good thing, too, they've been pushing my buttons all afternoon. Told DS3 to go wash his face after dinner, so he goes and plays in the water, then carries a bottle of water out into the kitchen and dumps it in the floor. Rotten little booger. Oh well, I'll miss them by tomorrow afternoon. They're fighting again... maybe I won't miss them after all... quiet... what a thought.
3yo just walked in and said "Mommy, I'm sad." I asked, "Why are you sad?" His response? "I made me sad." This kid.... Now he's sitting in the floor turning his shorts around backwards. On purpose.
Goal for tonight: to go through all 10-15 boxes of craft stuff upstairs in the junk room and pack what I'm taking with me.
Took the kids outside. DD5 rode her bike. DS3 rode the stroller. So much for wearing him out... but I'm ready for a nap. He refused to walk cause he was afraid of stepping on a cicada. They're everywhere here... covering the sidewalks and the porch and everywhere. Kinda neat but kinda gross.
Time to pack up the master bedroom... all those clothes and craft things and half finished projects... oy. Wish me well.
The circus was fun last night- once we found it... I thought I knew where it was, but i took a wrong turn and wound up 20 minutes in the wrong direction- didn't realize it until I saw the sign for a different county. Oops. Kids enjoyed it though. Then we went to Dairy Queen for ice cream.
Playing hooky tonight... my dad got free tickets for the circus for my kids, and when I said I didn't really have the $20 for a ticket for myself, he insisted on paying it too! Such a sweetie...
So we're going to the circus. Ds3 hasn't had a nap today... this will be fun- hopefully he'll pass out on the ride there (it's about 40 minutes away) so he won't be too cranky.
Oh yeah, got a couple more boxes packed today, and got a few more bags of junk added to the yardsale pile. My mom's taking the kids tomorrow nite, so I can have a massive packing frenzy.
How does one know when one has too much stuff? I think I'm drowning in clutter. I keep reminding myself that it will be different after we move, because much of the stuff filling our home will not be going with us.
Well, I'm up to 33 boxes now. Ergh. My goal is to hit 40 boxes before bed tonight.
My family and I are moving in 12 days. I'm not even close to ready. I should be packing the kitchen up right now, but no, I'm on the computer. I currently have 31 boxes packed. That's taken me 3 weeks. Oy.
