So the next 24 hours are going to be very busy. Plus I'm sooo freakin sore from aerobics on Monday, that I can hardly walk. AND, to punish myself further, I'm off to another aerobics class in 30 min. Oh, let's not forget 1 week from today my sister comes into town.
To give you a brief idea exactly how busy I'm going to be in the next 24 hours here is a brief list of things that I have to do.
Go to the gym
Clean the house
Finish laundry
Mail adoption portfolio's to agency
Run to liquor store for weekend hydration
Paint the bathroom
Pack David and I for our weekend away
Find the dog leashes and vaccination forms
Do something with the stew meat that I took out of the freezer 2 days ago
Make sure that M has all of his stuff for his weekend in Chicago
Take M to the airport at 6am tomorrow
Go to Casey's house for playgroup
Take dogs to kennel
Get our stuff in the car
Pack D into the car
Drive to Puyallup for weekend away
THEN when I return on Sunday, I need to be sure to finish painting the bathroom so M can lay the floor on Monday & Tuesday night, so we can at least have a toilet on the first floor when my sister and Mom are visiting.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Daddy's can do no wrong
D is a total daddy's boy. Which is fine with me when M is home - it gives me a break. However, it becomes frustrating when D will do things only for daddy. Such as eating food. He'll eat and try all sorts of food for Daddy, but when Mommy asks, begs and pleads - no way!! Broccoli for example, D gobbles it up for Daddy, but when Daddy isn't home and I give it to him, forget it. He won't eat it. Grrrrrrr!! D won't even put it in his mouth to try it. Tonight D even tried roasted chicken, he promptly spit it out, but he tried it because Daddy asked him to.
It's always interesting around here when Daddy travels - this week will be very interesting. M is gone all week until next Monday. UGH. D may survive on Mac N Cheese, yogurt, pancakes and an occasional pea.
It's always interesting around here when Daddy travels - this week will be very interesting. M is gone all week until next Monday. UGH. D may survive on Mac N Cheese, yogurt, pancakes and an occasional pea.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Holding a grudge, give me a break!
Just after moving here I joined an online mom's group and met some great friends. Well, a group of us broke off from the giant moms group and started our own group (we still are members of the large group too). Yes, we're a little more outgoing than others and we like to get together and have fun. We're wild, but we're also great mom's who care about our kids and each other.
Just before our smaller group formed, another group of women broke from the main group and called themselves the OG's (Original Group). Several of my friends tried to join that group, but were turned down. OK, no biggie, so we formed our own group. Mix alcohol with a bunch of women and we get catty. We started calling them the OG'ers (Ogre's). Blah blah blah....lots of back and forth happened between the two groups - emails and such. Yes, we all were acting like kids and it did get old and petty.
That was at least 4-5 months ago. AT LEAST!! My small group disbanded and 1/2 the group left, but many of my friends remained and we started yet another group. The people who were negative forces are gone and the group is even stronger. A few weeks ago I realized that I haven't played bunco in months, so I planned a very very large bunco game with the Large mom's group and my small group combined. I did notice that the OG's all replied no - fine, I just figured that they had another MNO planned that evening.
I found out today that they did not have anything planned, but instead have decided not to attend any events that my small group is hosting. WHAT?!! Get over it!! It was months ago and yes, things got out of control, but really I think the last time we really even talked about the OG's was in September. I guess I don't understand how people can hold grudges. I don't get it. Life is too short and filled with too many possibilities to hold a grudge.
I would really love to sit together with the OG's and discuss any bad feelings people still harbor. Get it all out and REALLY be done with it. I'm done with it....it was fun at the time, but really, it's done. I want what's best for my son and I want to have friends who support and love me. I have that with my various Mom's groups. Thank goodness.
Just before our smaller group formed, another group of women broke from the main group and called themselves the OG's (Original Group). Several of my friends tried to join that group, but were turned down. OK, no biggie, so we formed our own group. Mix alcohol with a bunch of women and we get catty. We started calling them the OG'ers (Ogre's). Blah blah blah....lots of back and forth happened between the two groups - emails and such. Yes, we all were acting like kids and it did get old and petty.
That was at least 4-5 months ago. AT LEAST!! My small group disbanded and 1/2 the group left, but many of my friends remained and we started yet another group. The people who were negative forces are gone and the group is even stronger. A few weeks ago I realized that I haven't played bunco in months, so I planned a very very large bunco game with the Large mom's group and my small group combined. I did notice that the OG's all replied no - fine, I just figured that they had another MNO planned that evening.
I found out today that they did not have anything planned, but instead have decided not to attend any events that my small group is hosting. WHAT?!! Get over it!! It was months ago and yes, things got out of control, but really I think the last time we really even talked about the OG's was in September. I guess I don't understand how people can hold grudges. I don't get it. Life is too short and filled with too many possibilities to hold a grudge.
I would really love to sit together with the OG's and discuss any bad feelings people still harbor. Get it all out and REALLY be done with it. I'm done with it....it was fun at the time, but really, it's done. I want what's best for my son and I want to have friends who support and love me. I have that with my various Mom's groups. Thank goodness.
Shinier hair?
While in the shower this morning, I notice that my Pantene conditioner huge bold lettering - 85% shinier hair Huh? Shinier than what? And it doesn't say whether it's 85% shinier after 1 use or if it's after using the whole bottle. If it's a daily shine, then tomorrow my hair will be 85% shinier than it was today? Assuming that the bottle of conditioner lasts 30 days, does that mean my hair will be 2,550% shinier than when I started?!! OMG!! I wasn't good at math, so my calculations may be off.
People, this means that my blond hair may be brighter than the sun. I'm begging and pleading with all of you - please wear your sunglasses when you are around me - even indoors. I certainly do not want to be responsible for eye damage. AND, if we are outside when the sun is shining, please apply sunblock to the side of your body I'm standing on. This way the reflective rays of the sun off my super shiny hair do not cause a sunburn.
People, this means that my blond hair may be brighter than the sun. I'm begging and pleading with all of you - please wear your sunglasses when you are around me - even indoors. I certainly do not want to be responsible for eye damage. AND, if we are outside when the sun is shining, please apply sunblock to the side of your body I'm standing on. This way the reflective rays of the sun off my super shiny hair do not cause a sunburn.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Haircut Hell
D just HATES having his haircut. Hates it!! His first haircut was fine and happy, but since then it's a nightmare. I've been taking him down into Portland to Castle Kids Cuts, but a friend recommended trying Little Clippers. They're closer.
I called them first thing this morning and SURPRISE they had openings today! Just so happened that I didn't make aerobics class this morning, so I prepped for the journey. No need to find a "clean" shirt to wear b/c D is just going to cry and get boogies ALL over it. So, I opted for a semi-clean shirt - it had been warn before, but no visible stains. I told D that we were going to get a haircut today and he was not happy before we even left the house. I decided to leave early b/c Clackamas mall is right there, so I wanted to do some shopping prior to hell.
The ENTIRE way to the mall, D could not stop with the "no haircut". 20 min of that - see previous post regarding my son driving me up the wall with repeating the same thing over and over.
The minute we walked into the door of the haircut place, he started crying. Didn't matter that there were TONS of toys to play with, he cried and got anxious. After 30 sec. of panic, he did play for a bit...du du duuuuuuummmm...the moment of truth. His name is called. I take his hand and lead him gently and gleefully to the wide variety of various cars, boats or airplanes that he can sit in - he wants none of it. The tears start flowing.
Being experienced at D's waterworks, I didn't just bring the box of kleenex as I have in the past, but this time a hand towel!! My child doesn't just shed a few small tears, liquid flows freely from every orifice! Soon the towel is soaked as is the entire front of my shirt. Being an experienced child hairstylist, Lalita whips out a clean dry towel for me....and we've only trimmed the hair around his ears. "A lot of kids cry" she says. "Yes, I know" is all I can manage to sigh.
Less than 15 min later, covered in snot, tears and hair I can release D from my grip and begin to wipe him down. Normally, I am REALLY smart and bring another shirt for him and me to change into, but it was sitting on the dining room table (I forgot to grab them)....see yesterday's post regarding putting me into a home.
So another haircut done. 2-3 months from now, I'll relive this experience again.
I called them first thing this morning and SURPRISE they had openings today! Just so happened that I didn't make aerobics class this morning, so I prepped for the journey. No need to find a "clean" shirt to wear b/c D is just going to cry and get boogies ALL over it. So, I opted for a semi-clean shirt - it had been warn before, but no visible stains. I told D that we were going to get a haircut today and he was not happy before we even left the house. I decided to leave early b/c Clackamas mall is right there, so I wanted to do some shopping prior to hell.
The ENTIRE way to the mall, D could not stop with the "no haircut". 20 min of that - see previous post regarding my son driving me up the wall with repeating the same thing over and over.
The minute we walked into the door of the haircut place, he started crying. Didn't matter that there were TONS of toys to play with, he cried and got anxious. After 30 sec. of panic, he did play for a bit...du du duuuuuuummmm...the moment of truth. His name is called. I take his hand and lead him gently and gleefully to the wide variety of various cars, boats or airplanes that he can sit in - he wants none of it. The tears start flowing.
Being experienced at D's waterworks, I didn't just bring the box of kleenex as I have in the past, but this time a hand towel!! My child doesn't just shed a few small tears, liquid flows freely from every orifice! Soon the towel is soaked as is the entire front of my shirt. Being an experienced child hairstylist, Lalita whips out a clean dry towel for me....and we've only trimmed the hair around his ears. "A lot of kids cry" she says. "Yes, I know" is all I can manage to sigh.
Less than 15 min later, covered in snot, tears and hair I can release D from my grip and begin to wipe him down. Normally, I am REALLY smart and bring another shirt for him and me to change into, but it was sitting on the dining room table (I forgot to grab them)....see yesterday's post regarding putting me into a home.
So another haircut done. 2-3 months from now, I'll relive this experience again.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Find me a home, quick!!
While I know that I'm one of the oldest among my friends, but I really thought that forgetting EVERYTHING would happen years and years from now. So, my friends, it's time to find me a "home" that will accept a 38yo with alzheimers and a 2.5yo. Yes, I must take D with me to this new home.
So, here is my story of forgetting everything. In the span of 4 days, I have forgotten 2 vet appointments AND my wallet. I scheduled Dakota's yearly vaccinations for late afternoon on Valentines Day - 4:15 to be exact. Totally forgot about it. Not because I had BIG VD plans, in fact, at that very moment I was dropping off cake books to a friend for her to look through. UGH! So I rescheduled for the next day. I didn't forget this appt and manged to remember to schedule Oreo to get a vaccination so I can board her in 2 weeks. I was very diligent and wrote down the appt. in my calendar. The Vet asked if I wanted a reminder card "NOOOOO!" I replied. "I have it written down right here in my 'bible', 3:15 Monday."
Uh-huh. All weekend long, I kept saying "Oreo has a vet appt. 3:30 on Monday". I'm actually 1-2 min early to the vet today and extremely proud. Only to hear, "Oh, you're here!"
"yep" I reply "3:30 on the nose."
"well" the receptionist replies "your appt was scheduled at 3:15"
"really?"
"yes, we don't schedule appts on the 1/2 hours"
So I dig in my purse to find my 'bible' and turn bright red with shame. In bold lettering on the date Feb. 18, it states Oreo 3:15. UGH!!!
2 times in less than 1 week I've forgotten a vet appt. No problems though, they give her the vaccine and we're ready to go.
EXCEPT!!!
As I reach into my purse for my wallet....no wallet....none. I find a change purse, pack of gum, various receipts, and several tubes of Carmex. DOH! I took my wallet out of my purse this morning and put it into my gym bag when I went to workout. I apologize profusely and state that I'll be right back. Thank goodness that the vet is just down the street.
I load Oreo into the car and head off towards home. In the mean time, I think - GREAT, now I can stop by the grocery store on my way home (for the 2nd time) and get something for dinner. I drop Oreo off, grab my wallet and head back to the vet. I pay the vet and get into my car and head home.
DOH!! I get all the way to my subdivision entrance when I remember that I was going to run into the grocery store to find something for dinner. UGH!! I give up.
I'm just going to find a cave and go live in it. However, I will probably forget what I'm looking for when I get to where ever caves may be found. So, if you don't see a blog from me in a while, it's b/c I've forgotten that I've started one.
BTW - we had McD's for dinner.
So, here is my story of forgetting everything. In the span of 4 days, I have forgotten 2 vet appointments AND my wallet. I scheduled Dakota's yearly vaccinations for late afternoon on Valentines Day - 4:15 to be exact. Totally forgot about it. Not because I had BIG VD plans, in fact, at that very moment I was dropping off cake books to a friend for her to look through. UGH! So I rescheduled for the next day. I didn't forget this appt and manged to remember to schedule Oreo to get a vaccination so I can board her in 2 weeks. I was very diligent and wrote down the appt. in my calendar. The Vet asked if I wanted a reminder card "NOOOOO!" I replied. "I have it written down right here in my 'bible', 3:15 Monday."
Uh-huh. All weekend long, I kept saying "Oreo has a vet appt. 3:30 on Monday". I'm actually 1-2 min early to the vet today and extremely proud. Only to hear, "Oh, you're here!"
"yep" I reply "3:30 on the nose."
"well" the receptionist replies "your appt was scheduled at 3:15"
"really?"
"yes, we don't schedule appts on the 1/2 hours"
So I dig in my purse to find my 'bible' and turn bright red with shame. In bold lettering on the date Feb. 18, it states Oreo 3:15. UGH!!!
2 times in less than 1 week I've forgotten a vet appt. No problems though, they give her the vaccine and we're ready to go.
EXCEPT!!!
As I reach into my purse for my wallet....no wallet....none. I find a change purse, pack of gum, various receipts, and several tubes of Carmex. DOH! I took my wallet out of my purse this morning and put it into my gym bag when I went to workout. I apologize profusely and state that I'll be right back. Thank goodness that the vet is just down the street.
I load Oreo into the car and head off towards home. In the mean time, I think - GREAT, now I can stop by the grocery store on my way home (for the 2nd time) and get something for dinner. I drop Oreo off, grab my wallet and head back to the vet. I pay the vet and get into my car and head home.
DOH!! I get all the way to my subdivision entrance when I remember that I was going to run into the grocery store to find something for dinner. UGH!! I give up.
I'm just going to find a cave and go live in it. However, I will probably forget what I'm looking for when I get to where ever caves may be found. So, if you don't see a blog from me in a while, it's b/c I've forgotten that I've started one.
BTW - we had McD's for dinner.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Potty woe's
You'd think that this was going to be a blog about the woe's of potty training, nope, you are wrong. This is big people potty woe's. The kind that only a man can create.
We've had plans to remodel the downstairs bathroom for months and months, but the affordability has been the issue. Tell that to M. 2 weeks ago, he decided to rip out the vanity. So we haven't had a sink in the bathroom for weeks and I can't tell you how many times I've been stranded w/out any TP. I've had to waddle to the closet across from the bathroom to grab a new roll. I've now become accustom to checking the roll status prior to using the facilities. I've asked repeatedly for him to work on the bathroom, only to land on deaf ears. M hasn't even ordered the new vanity - which takes 3-4 weeks to arrive.
This afternoon, M started to rip out the floor. Easier said than done. The builder stapled particle board on top of the sub floor. We need to rip out the particle board in order to lay the wood floor and have it be the same height as the rest of the house. Not only is this floor a particle board, but it's stapled into the sub floor every 3 inches!! OMG!!
After a couple of hours of pounding on a crowbar, and my head pounding and ears ringing, M has about 1/2 of the floor up and many blisters on his hands. "I'm done for the day" he announced! WHAT!!??? I still only have a toilet in the room (it does work, so thank God for small miracles), but now 1/2 the floor is ripped out. Now please realize, it's Sunday. M will probably not work on this bathroom again until next Sunday - depending on skiing conditions.
ALSO, I have my sister and mom coming to visit in 2.5 weeks!! I'd like the bathroom to, well, look decent.
We've had plans to remodel the downstairs bathroom for months and months, but the affordability has been the issue. Tell that to M. 2 weeks ago, he decided to rip out the vanity. So we haven't had a sink in the bathroom for weeks and I can't tell you how many times I've been stranded w/out any TP. I've had to waddle to the closet across from the bathroom to grab a new roll. I've now become accustom to checking the roll status prior to using the facilities. I've asked repeatedly for him to work on the bathroom, only to land on deaf ears. M hasn't even ordered the new vanity - which takes 3-4 weeks to arrive.
This afternoon, M started to rip out the floor. Easier said than done. The builder stapled particle board on top of the sub floor. We need to rip out the particle board in order to lay the wood floor and have it be the same height as the rest of the house. Not only is this floor a particle board, but it's stapled into the sub floor every 3 inches!! OMG!!
After a couple of hours of pounding on a crowbar, and my head pounding and ears ringing, M has about 1/2 of the floor up and many blisters on his hands. "I'm done for the day" he announced! WHAT!!??? I still only have a toilet in the room (it does work, so thank God for small miracles), but now 1/2 the floor is ripped out. Now please realize, it's Sunday. M will probably not work on this bathroom again until next Sunday - depending on skiing conditions.
ALSO, I have my sister and mom coming to visit in 2.5 weeks!! I'd like the bathroom to, well, look decent.
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