Yes, I voted.
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Wednesday, November 8, 2006
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!
Look me! Still alive. I'm as surprised as you - maybe more. I wasn't sure I would make it through the last couple of weeks. I don't think I've ever been that busy. Ever.
The stress! GAH! And I'm not talking about sock stress either. No sock was harmed during the stress. I kept far away from the sock.
As for what was causing all of the stress? I think I've blocked most of it from my mind. I know Halloween was in there. There was a road rally that my husband and I planned with some friends. Family portraits. Blood, stitches, Dr. appointments, class parties, book fairs, work, not sure what else. But all of that? At the same time? TOO MUCH TO DO ALL AT ONCE. And I totally deserve to use caps here so back off.
Now all we have left this month is surgery, Thanksgiving, and a new nephew to be born any time between now and December 1st-ish. (It is a baby after all. They're not so good with time and calendars and such.)
One last note... Do you know those people who seem to be moving even though they are standing still? They tend to be a bit high-strung, stressed. They remind me of hummingbirds. Well, starting on Halloween I was one of those people. Me. Vibrating through my days. Me. The person who is usually mellow and relaxed and ok, I'll say it, lethargic. Somehow my cells were vibrating with the stress. And I kept forgetting things. Things like words. Yes, words. (Can you see why I wasn't blogging?) Other things that happened were things like Halloween night going into the fridge and wondering why there was a gallon of cider sitting there. It somehow seemed wrong. And then I remembered... I was suppose to drop it off that morning for one of the kids' Halloween parties at school. There was also the day I forgot all about the stitch removal appointment and then rescheduled it for the day/time I was suppose to help set up the book fair at the primary school.
But today, today I'm not vibrating. Things are finally settling down. All I have today is work until 2, bank, gas, home, pick up child from cub scouts at 4:30, karate at 5, another kid to cub scouts at 6:30. Oh, and feed them all dinner and vote. And let's not forget homework. But I'll get into that another day.
The stress! GAH! And I'm not talking about sock stress either. No sock was harmed during the stress. I kept far away from the sock.
As for what was causing all of the stress? I think I've blocked most of it from my mind. I know Halloween was in there. There was a road rally that my husband and I planned with some friends. Family portraits. Blood, stitches, Dr. appointments, class parties, book fairs, work, not sure what else. But all of that? At the same time? TOO MUCH TO DO ALL AT ONCE. And I totally deserve to use caps here so back off.
Now all we have left this month is surgery, Thanksgiving, and a new nephew to be born any time between now and December 1st-ish. (It is a baby after all. They're not so good with time and calendars and such.)
One last note... Do you know those people who seem to be moving even though they are standing still? They tend to be a bit high-strung, stressed. They remind me of hummingbirds. Well, starting on Halloween I was one of those people. Me. Vibrating through my days. Me. The person who is usually mellow and relaxed and ok, I'll say it, lethargic. Somehow my cells were vibrating with the stress. And I kept forgetting things. Things like words. Yes, words. (Can you see why I wasn't blogging?) Other things that happened were things like Halloween night going into the fridge and wondering why there was a gallon of cider sitting there. It somehow seemed wrong. And then I remembered... I was suppose to drop it off that morning for one of the kids' Halloween parties at school. There was also the day I forgot all about the stitch removal appointment and then rescheduled it for the day/time I was suppose to help set up the book fair at the primary school.
But today, today I'm not vibrating. Things are finally settling down. All I have today is work until 2, bank, gas, home, pick up child from cub scouts at 4:30, karate at 5, another kid to cub scouts at 6:30. Oh, and feed them all dinner and vote. And let's not forget homework. But I'll get into that another day.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Where I tell all...
Ah ha! Someone asked and now I tell...
1. The worm farm: A friend was designing PR materials for a worm farm and needed photos of worms and worm poop. So that is the worm farm story. Odd and actually interesting (they sell to golf courses, landscapers & hotels and such). Worm poop - help your garden grow. Also, it is unbelievably hard to light worms and their poo. Really. Although, I must point out that lighting is not my strong suit and it's been about a million years since I was in school. It falls under the category of "I know it can be done - just not by me." That was really my mantra in college. I knew my visions could be realized and I knew people who could pull them off. I just wasn't one of them. Add this to the list of reasons I never made it in photography.
2. The wooden ax: For those not in the know (everyone but family and CursingMama), TJ threw a wooden ax at AJ in anger. Apparently they were playing war with some of the neighborhood kids and AJ "shot" his brother. TJ did not want to be shot so he threw the item in his hand. That happened to be a wooden ax from the Renaissance Festival. After turning and ducking, AJ got beaned in the back of the head. He now has 1 stitch (yes, just one) which I forgot to take him to get removed yesterday. I know, you are stunned by my superior parenting.
The punishment for that act was being my slave for a couple of days. The house was quite clean and the child learned to do laundry but alas, such slave owning is quite time consuming so it had to end. Also, the best punishment was when they both came into the house to tell on/defend TJ and AJ removed his hands from the back of his head. Head wound = horror movie amounts of blood. They both screamed as if they had lost an appendage at the exact same time. Here it should be noted that TJ's not so good with the blood thing. It took me longer to calm down his hysterical crying, dry heaving and hyperventilating then it did to calm the injured party. He is still visibly shaken when the incident is mentioned.
3. DKM: Anyone who has been around since last year may already know this one. Dropkick Murphys. We bought tickets this year. And - I am officially old. I loved the show but it was so loud that the lyrics were unintelligible and a couple of songs just degenerated into noise. See - OLD. But the bagpipes rocked and that is when I decided more men should wear kilts.
4. Knitting: This was not on the list but I'm putting it here anyway. I've been knitting. And frogging. A lot of frogging. My non-existent sock (see "lots of frogging"). And now a new purse. I love knitting purses. And I love this yarn. The warmth and felting ability of wool without the allergy medication needed to work with it.
All in all I'm horrifically stressed. Too many things coming up too fast and no money to smooth the transitions. GAH! Now to reschedule the stitch removal!
1. The worm farm: A friend was designing PR materials for a worm farm and needed photos of worms and worm poop. So that is the worm farm story. Odd and actually interesting (they sell to golf courses, landscapers & hotels and such). Worm poop - help your garden grow. Also, it is unbelievably hard to light worms and their poo. Really. Although, I must point out that lighting is not my strong suit and it's been about a million years since I was in school. It falls under the category of "I know it can be done - just not by me." That was really my mantra in college. I knew my visions could be realized and I knew people who could pull them off. I just wasn't one of them. Add this to the list of reasons I never made it in photography.
2. The wooden ax: For those not in the know (everyone but family and CursingMama), TJ threw a wooden ax at AJ in anger. Apparently they were playing war with some of the neighborhood kids and AJ "shot" his brother. TJ did not want to be shot so he threw the item in his hand. That happened to be a wooden ax from the Renaissance Festival. After turning and ducking, AJ got beaned in the back of the head. He now has 1 stitch (yes, just one) which I forgot to take him to get removed yesterday. I know, you are stunned by my superior parenting.
The punishment for that act was being my slave for a couple of days. The house was quite clean and the child learned to do laundry but alas, such slave owning is quite time consuming so it had to end. Also, the best punishment was when they both came into the house to tell on/defend TJ and AJ removed his hands from the back of his head. Head wound = horror movie amounts of blood. They both screamed as if they had lost an appendage at the exact same time. Here it should be noted that TJ's not so good with the blood thing. It took me longer to calm down his hysterical crying, dry heaving and hyperventilating then it did to calm the injured party. He is still visibly shaken when the incident is mentioned.
3. DKM: Anyone who has been around since last year may already know this one. Dropkick Murphys. We bought tickets this year. And - I am officially old. I loved the show but it was so loud that the lyrics were unintelligible and a couple of songs just degenerated into noise. See - OLD. But the bagpipes rocked and that is when I decided more men should wear kilts.
4. Knitting: This was not on the list but I'm putting it here anyway. I've been knitting. And frogging. A lot of frogging. My non-existent sock (see "lots of frogging"). And now a new purse. I love knitting purses. And I love this yarn. The warmth and felting ability of wool without the allergy medication needed to work with it.
All in all I'm horrifically stressed. Too many things coming up too fast and no money to smooth the transitions. GAH! Now to reschedule the stitch removal!
Where I tell all...
Ah ha! Someone asked and now I tell...
1. The worm farm: A friend was designing PR materials for a worm farm and needed photos of worms and worm poop. So that is the worm farm story. Odd and actually interesting (they sell to golf courses, landscapers & hotels and such). Worm poop - help your garden grow. Also, it is unbelievably hard to light worms and their poo. Really. Although, I must point out that lighting is not my strong suit and it's been about a million years since I was in school. It falls under the category of "I know it can be done - just not by me." That was really my mantra in college. I knew my visions could be realized and I knew people who could pull them off. I just wasn't one of them. Add this to the list of reasons I never made it in photography.
2. The wooden ax: For those not in the know (everyone but family and CursingMama), TJ threw a wooden ax at AJ in anger. Apparently they were playing war with some of the neighborhood kids and AJ "shot" his brother. TJ did not want to be shot so he threw the item in his hand. That happened to be a wooden ax from the Renaissance Festival. After turning and ducking, AJ got beaned in the back of the head. He now has 1 stitch (yes, just one) which I forgot to take him to get removed yesterday. I know, you are stunned by my superior parenting.
The punishment for that act was being my slave for a couple of days. The house was quite clean and the child learned to do laundry but alas, such slave owning is quite time consuming so it had to end. Also, the best punishment was when they both came into the house to tell on/defend TJ and AJ removed his hands from the back of his head. Head wound = horror movie amounts of blood. They both screamed as if they had lost an appendage at the exact same time. Here it should be noted that TJ's not so good with the blood thing. It took me longer to calm down his hysterical crying, dry heaving and hyperventilating then it did to calm the injured party. He is still visibly shaken when the incident is mentioned.
3. DKM: Anyone who has been around since last year my already know this one. Dropkick Murphys. We bought tickets this year. And - I am officially old. I loved the show but it was so loud that the lyrics were unintelligible and a couple of songs just degenerated into noise. See - OLD. But the bagpipes rocked and that is when I decided more men should wear kilts.
4. Knitting: This was not on the list but I'm putting it here anyway. I've been knitting. And frogging. A lot of frogging. My nonexisitent sock (see "lots of frogging"). And now a new purse. I love knitting purses. And I love this yarn. The warmth and felting ability of wool without the allergy medication needed to work with it.
All in all I'm horrifically stressed. Too many things coming up too fast and no money to smooth the transitions. GAH! Now to reschedule the stitch removal!
1. The worm farm: A friend was designing PR materials for a worm farm and needed photos of worms and worm poop. So that is the worm farm story. Odd and actually interesting (they sell to golf courses, landscapers & hotels and such). Worm poop - help your garden grow. Also, it is unbelievably hard to light worms and their poo. Really. Although, I must point out that lighting is not my strong suit and it's been about a million years since I was in school. It falls under the category of "I know it can be done - just not by me." That was really my mantra in college. I knew my visions could be realized and I knew people who could pull them off. I just wasn't one of them. Add this to the list of reasons I never made it in photography.
2. The wooden ax: For those not in the know (everyone but family and CursingMama), TJ threw a wooden ax at AJ in anger. Apparently they were playing war with some of the neighborhood kids and AJ "shot" his brother. TJ did not want to be shot so he threw the item in his hand. That happened to be a wooden ax from the Renaissance Festival. After turning and ducking, AJ got beaned in the back of the head. He now has 1 stitch (yes, just one) which I forgot to take him to get removed yesterday. I know, you are stunned by my superior parenting.
The punishment for that act was being my slave for a couple of days. The house was quite clean and the child learned to do laundry but alas, such slave owning is quite time consuming so it had to end. Also, the best punishment was when they both came into the house to tell on/defend TJ and AJ removed his hands from the back of his head. Head wound = horror movie amounts of blood. They both screamed as if they had lost an appendage at the exact same time. Here it should be noted that TJ's not so good with the blood thing. It took me longer to calm down his hysterical crying, dry heaving and hyperventilating then it did to calm the injured party. He is still visibly shaken when the incident is mentioned.
3. DKM: Anyone who has been around since last year my already know this one. Dropkick Murphys. We bought tickets this year. And - I am officially old. I loved the show but it was so loud that the lyrics were unintelligible and a couple of songs just degenerated into noise. See - OLD. But the bagpipes rocked and that is when I decided more men should wear kilts.
4. Knitting: This was not on the list but I'm putting it here anyway. I've been knitting. And frogging. A lot of frogging. My nonexisitent sock (see "lots of frogging"). And now a new purse. I love knitting purses. And I love this yarn. The warmth and felting ability of wool without the allergy medication needed to work with it.
All in all I'm horrifically stressed. Too many things coming up too fast and no money to smooth the transitions. GAH! Now to reschedule the stitch removal!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Odd...
I must say I'm disappointed that no one asked about the post from Friday. Ya'll asked about the kilts - which HELLO!, kilts are HOTT! Yes, 2 t's HOTT - but not DKM or the worm farm photo shoot or even wooden axes. Here I thought I was being all mysterious but apparently not.
Also, again - why is the kilt thing so mysterious? Have you seen a guy in a kilt? I'm guessing not if you have to ask. Also, if said guy is playing the bagpipes? Well, I really can't say more. It would be inappropriate.
Also, again - why is the kilt thing so mysterious? Have you seen a guy in a kilt? I'm guessing not if you have to ask. Also, if said guy is playing the bagpipes? Well, I really can't say more. It would be inappropriate.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Where I Empty My Head To Nobody
It's been so long - so very, very long since I've posted that I'm sure I've lost all my readers. SO! That means I can write anything and no one will be disappointed or bored or judgmental by my ramblings but me. Ah, one way to ease back into blogging. I find when I'm away for more than a couple of days I get self-conscious and don't know where to start so I don't and then time stretches out and it gets harder and harder to begin. But today I begin again!
A hint as to why I've been absent:
Today's actually To-Do List:
Now I must really get back to work (as in my actual job that I get paid for)...
*Note: I have already accomplished the 1st 3. Still need to get to the rest!
A hint as to why I've been absent:
Today's actually To-Do List:
- make lunches
- send PE excuse (AJ) call school
- e-mail TJ's teacher about upcoming absences
- schedule stitch removal (AJ)
- photo shoot at worm farm
- pack overnight bags (all)
- *photos of A &T before dropping them off at friend's (Their 1st dance - AAhhhhh!)
- grocery shop!!!
- check mail for YARN!
- laundry (children need jeans)
- try to get Nov. 15th off (mom)
- DKM!!!!
Now I must really get back to work (as in my actual job that I get paid for)...
*Note: I have already accomplished the 1st 3. Still need to get to the rest!
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