Friday, June 30, 2006

Is Today Over Yet?

So it isn't my best day. Or my worst. But it is definitely on the low end of the scale.

What? You say you are having a worse day? Huh? Huh?

Well, maybe you are. So, if that is the case, I hope this day ends soon for both of us.

Why has today been so crappy? Well, let me tell you. You don't care? Then go. Somewhere. Else. I must vent.

So I got up late. And would someone please tell me if a bad day has ever started when you got up on time. Where was I? Late, yes. I then proceeded to spill coffee down my front while driving to work. Genius, I know. But then, THEN, I remembered that Tide pen thing I bought forever ago and have never used. And it just so happen to be in the purse I was carrying. What good fortune. Except when you spill coffee on a light blue shirt and then put whatever chemicals are in that pen on it, you look like you were trying to enter a wet t-shirt contest by the time you get to work. So yes, I was driving down the expressway drawing all over my shirt with a bright orange pen that was making my shirt see-through. Ah, good times.

For the rest of the morning I hid in my office trying to cover myself every time someone came into my office. The stuff did dry but let me tell you something - the pen? DID. NOT. WORK. I'm not quite sure that spreading the stain around is a success. Apparently the pen just uses the liquid in it to spread the stain into an ever widening area. Pretty.

Then I realized I published a page on our intranet earlier this week that should not have been published and the existing pages are GONE and they only publish on Tuesday and Thursday nights and Tuesday is a holiday so I'm betting it won't be fixed then and besides that I have nothing to replace the horror with. Oh, and I'm still not sure how the damn system works there. MY GOD I AM AN IDIOT. And now they will all find out and fire me. See? Not a good day.

Also, the banking fiasco is still going on and I came home to yet another child with a fever and we are suppose to have errand day today and buy things like groceries so we can do things like eat but we need to use cash and I hate cash with a fiery passion and if we do not buy my 7 year old cleats today it will be the end of the world and I CAN NOT FOCUS ON ANYTHING.

Maybe I'm dying. Dying of a shitty day.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Not Dead

So yes, I'm still alive. I know you're all thinking that I must have something terribly witty or charming to say to herald my return but the truth is... no. You can go now. My feelings won't be hurt (much). I'm back to bore you with bullet points! Because bullet points are our friends. No, you say? Well, they are my friends. I like them. In fact, my many lists use bullet points. My notes at work use bullet points. My life is a series of bullet points right now. So, that explains the format of this post. And again, if you are looking for witty or charming or insightful? There are some lovely reads in the sidebar.

Stupid things that are messing with my life:
  • Leaving the windows open in my mom's car. And then having it pour BUCKETS. (Please excuse the towels and wetness of my behind.)

  • Rain! And Lightning! And Thunder! (and the men deciding the children should play baseball anyway)

  • Baseball games and 2 soccer practices a night - 4 nights a week. (We have once again run out of adults in our house.)

  • Meetings that I do not need to attend but have to anyway.

  • The fact my bank has sold all it's local branches. What does this mean? It means I have no bank this weekend. I have no money this weekend. I have no DEBIT CARD this weekend (or today because things may not clear in time). I have no checks. I have no new account number. I have to re-set-up (it may not look like a word but I'm saying it is one. Back off.) all my bills to be paid. I have to contact all the companies that take their payments out of the account automatically. I have A LOT of damn paperwork and phone calls and computer time ahead of me. This does not make me happy.

  • The fact that because I am working now I feel I must spend time with my children instead of blogging.

  • The bathrooms are actually dirtier than before I went to work. I did not think it was possible.

  • The fact it is light until 9:30 and the children are NOT SLEEPING.

  • The dog's incessant barking. GAH! Enough already.
Things that make me smile:
  • The boys playing soccer.

  • Alex catching a hit and getting the ball to first base in time to get the batter out.

  • My job.

  • I finally got Dreamweaver at work and am working on our department's intranet pages.

  • The blue sky behind varying shades of lush green.

  • A neighbor saying they "made their money for the day" when the boys show up with a dollar in quarters and dimes and pennies to buy a bag of cherries from the trees in their front yard.

  • Seeing the kids eating the cherries. (which they would never eat had I brought them home from the grocery store)

  • (more with the cherries) Seeing the kids pulling "just one" cherry off the tree and pop it in their mouth every time we walk to the library and back.
I'm hoping to be back a little more often in the coming days, weeks, etc. Wish me luck.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Baby is SIX!

Can you believe a whole week has gone by and I haven't blogged? I can't. And I can't seem to catch my breath. It was a week of adjusting (still haven't). A week of end of school activities. A week of preparing for my baby's 6th birthday. Let me repeat: my BABY'S. SIXTH. BIRTHDAY. GAH!

He gets a party this year. Yes, it's true. My kids only get a "friend" party every other year. Two one year and two the next. I'm mean like that.

So I decided to do an easy party. A baseball party. A party with no annoying little favors. I'll make baseball bracelets! But the stores have no baseball beads. No problem, I'll make baseball beads. And the bracelets. And personalized labels for the water bottles. (According to Zach, we must have water if baseball is being played.)

And no food. Just cake. Cupcakes that look like baseballs. Easy. Party 2-4pm. Water and cupcakes. And the only activity shall be baseball. Piece of cake. I'm brilliant.

HA. It seems I need more time. Time to make bracelets and labels and cupcakes. Time with which I need to grocery shop. And run errands. And maybe clean the bathrooms because I'm pretty sure the grime ate one of the children but I haven't had time to do a head count. Time I still haven't figured out since starting my new job. (Which I still love. Although the excitement over the meetings? Gone. How does anyone accomplish anything with all the meetings? And I'm still not sure WHY I must attend.)

And it seems I am lame. Cupcakes and water are not acceptable party foods. Well, they are acceptable but they are not enough. There must be snacks and there should probably be pizza. And soda. Or juice.

Ah, but why are we here? And what am I doing. There is gymnastics today and a party tomorrow and I'm blogging. GAH!

Friday, June 9, 2006

Off I Go

I'm off to work and then NJ and tomorrow, New York City!

I can't tell you how many years it's been since I've been to the city. Let's just say, way too many. Now, if it pours I believe we may not go. And that will be fine because I get to spend the weekend with 5 of my closest friends in the world and we can have fun on a trip to the grocery store.

So, a weekend of old FRIENDS! and FUN! and DRINKING! and NO! KIDS! and maybe even THE CITY!

Thursday, June 8, 2006

Girls' Weekend

Leaving for Annual Girls' Weekend in less than 24 hours. Still need to:

  1. Do laundry for self.

  2. Iron.

  3. Pack.

  4. Buy Bailey's Irish Creme.

  5. Figure out what I'm going to pack.

This list doesn't include things like:

  1. Feed children many meals.

  2. Clean bathrooms before germs eat children.

  3. SLEEP.

  4. Work.

  5. Invite children to birthday party next weekend.

  6. Start planning party.

  7. Attend baseball games in rain.

  8. etc.


Tuesday, June 6, 2006

The End Is Near!

Yesterday while taking the shuttle to work the air conditioner kicked on. It sounded like poisonous gas was being released into the air suddenly. And yes, poisonous gas sounds much different than regular gases. Yes, I know the difference. Don't you? Then apparently you don't watch enough TV.

Anyway, I had this sudden urge to shout, "The end is near!" Looking around I thought the other passengers might not find that amusing. So I sat there pondering why our employer would want to kill us since they need us to work. I then had the urge to scream, "The gas, it shall kill us all!" Again, I weighed what the other passengers' responses might be and decided against it. The urge was strong though.

I also realized they were probably not trying to kill us. The gas was most likely to drug us into being perfect workers. This may be why I feel such enormous and unnatural love for my job. It's the poisonous gas they release on the shuttle ride to work.

Sunday, June 4, 2006

Run Rhymes with Fun - NOT

The amount of bloggers I read that having been running 5k's and 8k's and 10k's and triathlons is starting to frighten me. I kind of thought they were all lounging out at home like I am. I'd be happy to spend very little time in the out of doors. But these people, with all the running... GAH! Making me feel like a slug. And not only do they spend all this time outside - they run while outside.

Have I ever mentioned I don't run?

Bear chasing me? Don't run.

Mad killer wielding a knife? Don't run.

Child with slimy hands while I'm on my way out the door to an adult function? Okay, I walk briskly.

So yes, I'm dead from the bear and the knife wielding killer but no PB&J stains on my clothes.


Saturday, June 3, 2006

Thank You

Thanks to any and all of you who donated to WBER. Which, BTW, if you did you should totally tell me so I can lavish you with praise and such. They reached their goal yesterday evening. Everyone was surprised how quickly it happened. They seemed to have expected it to take at least through the weekend and possibly into next week. But no, their listeners are generous and I loved hearing all the stories of how the radio station affected peoples lives. Made the writer in me sit up and take notice. I'm saddest because some years they only got to play two songs and I wanted to hear more. But I am glad they exceeded their goal. So yay! my radio station is saved.

Again, thanks to any and all who donated. We can all keep rockin' on now.

Friday, June 2, 2006


I'd like to introduce you to a great radio station. It's free. It's online. And, if you like the same music I do (alternative), it's got great music.

I'd ment to introduce you to the station before today but I kept forgetting and being sick and all (all praise Zythromax!) I never got around to it.

You may ask why I'm introducing you now... well, besides the fact that I love all of you and want to be able to enjoy great music, they are now having a fundraiser. Yes, I'm asking you to donate. If you enjoy it. It's a commercial free station which I love! I may have even mentioned in the past how much I DESPISE commercials on the radio. And, I'm too cheap/poor for that Sirius stuff.

One of the best parts of this fundraiser? The station is 20 years old this year. They started playing music from 1985 until they raised the first $1000. Now they are playing music from 1986 until they receive another $1000. You can even check their progress online. The fundraiser started at 6 this morning. Right now I'm listening to Big Mouth Strikes Again by The Smiths. Ah, 1986 - my youth.

So, take a break from licking your speakers when you hear the greatness and donate. We will all be richer for it. And if you can't/don't want to donate? You can still enjoy the greatness and a trip down memory lane.

**While thinking about this station there was so much I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you about the times they let local high school students DJ and about how they cover the local & indie music scene and, and, and... And then I remembered, this is the radio station that sent us to see the Dropkick Murphys. Oh how I love thee.

**It is now 1988. The year I graduated high school. God I'm old.

Thursday, June 1, 2006

Eyeball Jelly and Razor Blades

Blinding headaches continue. Apparently while I was at work yesterday someone stuffed my sinus cavities with razor blades. My body has conceded defeat. It is welcoming death. My brain, however, has scheduled an appointment with a physician. We are hoping he will prescribe some razor blade/green snot killer, also known as antibiotics. Now I just have to get the littles and myself ready for the day and go to work. Work, a place that I am loving but will have to be productive at. Maybe my brain should have joined my body and just raced to the finish line. At least then I could get some rest without what was apparently Zach making good on his threat to squeeze the jelly out of my eyeballs. Guess I should let him do whatever he wants today so he will stop with the squeezing.

Time to wake the littles...