Thursday, December 31, 2009

I Bet.....

1. .....none of you have a special "spit cup" by your bedside like I do for nighttime coughfests and hocker launching.

2. .....none of you get to cup your crotch like I do every time you cough right now. The attacks are so sudden and fierce and the baby growth doesn't help the bladder or any clinching I might try.


3. .....none of you get treated like some sort of violator every time you change a diaper. "Pee pee....no no." He wags his finger at me as if I, the mother and the penis wiper, have crossed the stranger danger no touch zone.


4. .....none of you ensure your coughing fits occur around your husband so that he still feels it is unsafe to share a bed with you, leaving you to bask alone at night with uninterrupted sleep.


5. .....all of you had a wonderful Christmas despite all obstacles that weather, time, and family can create.


6. .....all of you will have a fabulous start to your 2010 because we will ring it in together, albeit separately, with thoughts of health and happiness for one another.


7. .....all of you are tired of my ramblings and ready for some photos. They will be coming this weekend. Promise.


8. .....all of you need to know that despite laying out the debit card for my husband to use at the store last night, he stole my cash. Bastard.








Have a very happy Thursday, a very merry New Year's Eve, and a very safe start to your 2010!

*T.O. at a very young age.*

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Comment Consideration

Hellooooo friends. Time for some consideration from me to you, covering your comments and questions that might have gone unanswered. Just don't ask about belly shots. They haven't happened yet, and the likelihood of them happening this week is slim to none. My camera is currently in mourning from being forgotten on Christmas weekend.


1. Rebecca said...
I hate winter, cold, snow, ice, sleet, wind, and rain. And why, oh why do you have an SUV w/o AWD or 4WD? Jus' wonderin'...

That is a terrific question, Rebecca. The answer is simple. We haven't had snow like this in at least 2 decades, possibly 3, from the conversation I overheard yesterday. Our winters have dwindled to maybe a weekend or two of snow that has to be managed (read: light shoveling) each year and the trade-off in cost for getting 4WD and the insurance that accompanies it haven't been worth it.

2. sjean28 said...
Snow is like little frozen drops of love. I am not sure how you can hate on something that is so lovely.

Dear friend....I love you too. Don't you ever refer to snow as drops of love again or I might go BUY an additional swan and put it in the next gift bag. I can hate because I wanted my kids to get to their grandparents and it was touch and go....should have been a NO-GO, but we forged ahead and went anyhow. Blah.

3. Mocha Dad said...
Work usually slows down in December, but this year it has been as hectic as every other month. I need a break.

Thanks for stopping by (or commenting...maybe you've been stopping in and been silent. Which would be a nice change-up from the man I live with....silence...ahhh....). Where was I? Oh, yes...this break you speak of. If you find an extra one, please notify me.

4. Whitney said...
Dear mom, why did you let me where glasses the size of texas and have bangs the size of the grand canyon? WHY?

Your mom must have been way ahead of the fashion curve because now it's THE THING to wear glasses the size of Texas...of course, I'm assuming (not really) that you're referring to sunglasses and not prescription (just trying to help mom out). And don't feel too bad. My mother let me have long, beautiful hair until SHE got tired of combing it and then I looked like a boy for the following decade. Hideous. Just hideous.

5. emilyc said...
I hope I was doing something a lot more fun that driving around in a reclining chair on wheels like I was in my own dream last night! Seriously, my car was a reclining chair!

I really don't think this is a terrible idea. How comfortable would that be??? AND...bonus...you can't fit anyone else in with you, so you get to be alone. Ahhh. Peacefulness. Next reunion - we're drawing up business plans.

6. Leah said...
Love your announcement Tooj, did you really say that?

I had a couple people ask if I really said "my husband decided to knock me up" and the answer is yes. I did. I loved Michelle's suggestion to tell it like I had been here...so I did. It was refreshing to be so blunt as she has been so many other times. She certainly wasn't expecting such crassness from me, so that was a little perk in it all. ;)

7. mo.stoneskin said...
Hmm, I can't shoot you, we're not really into guns over here. But I could build a bow and makes some arrows if you like?

I love that, despite the totally wrong nature of my suggestion to be shot, you still come through for me. It's not about WHAT I'm asking...it's about what you can DO to get it done. Bravo Mo, for being THAT man.

8. Anna said...
p.s. don't you think winter break between semesters ROCKS!? ; )

Ummm....helloooo...reality check to AnnaJayhawk.....I'M NOT IN SCHOOL ANYMORE! I'M OLD!!! I don't get a winter break between semesters. Shame on you for rubbing it in. Of course, even when I WAS in school, I worked through the breaks on campus anyhow. Part of being a poor workin' student assistant. :)

Monday, December 28, 2009

Monday Mumbles

Ten random things. Happy Monday.

1. We left our house for a 3 day wintry driving experience for Christmas and I left my camera at home.

2. I hate winter, cold, snow, ice, sleet, wind, and rain.

3. Although we have an SUV, it is only front wheel drive. However, we only got "stuck" once in a horrendously unshoveled and unplowed neighborhood. I was at the wheel the entire time. I was proud of myself, minus my "freak-out" when, after getting unstuck, I kept driving and left my husband in the neighborhood. I had no intentions of stopping until I saw plowed streets, but had no idea how I'd retrieve him or how far I'd have to drive to SEE plowed streets.

4. I hate winter, cold, snow, ice, sleet, wind, and rain.

5. My kids raked in a ridiculous amount of gifts this year. It didn't all fit in the SUV, that's how ridiculous. The funniest moments were when TO opened box after box of clothes. After a few, he started slapping his forehead in exasperation. Poor kid. I need to lay out all the TOYS and show him that it actually equaled out quite nicely.

6. I hate winter, cold, snow, ice, sleet, wind, and rain.

7. My blog negligence is inexcusable, but if I can TRY....? I'm STILL FLIPPIN' SICK. Well, not as bad...I don't have a sore throat anymore, or a fever, and I don't have to rest my head in my hands nearly as often. I'm still coughing and hacking stuff up though, and blowing out green. So yeah, being sick along with the regular stress of Christmas, traveling through a blizzard (it was officially called a blizzard), and being pregnant has not equaled to a great week and weekend. I faked it for my kids as best I could.

8. I hate winter, cold, snow, ice, sleet, wind, and rain.

9. The executive admin on our floor here at work asked if my weekend was good and instead of giving her the standby "it was great and I love Christmas" cheer, I gave it to her Tooj style. "It stunk. I was sick, the weather ruined our plans and our house hopping, and I didn't like it ONE bit." I think she was taken aback, but hey....I can't sugarcoat everything. It is what it is. :)

10. I hate winter, cold, snow, ice, sleet, wind, and rain.


Happy Monday everyone! Here's to hoping I get in the groove and get my blogging life back. I miss you guys.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Tuesday Trifles

This will be short as I have to start at the top with my reading list. I don't know how you all have the time or energy to post so frequently and do all the crap you say you do. Amazing, truly.


1. I've been sick. Kids. They did it to me.

2. I needed to go out and finish up shopping last night, but the sickness held me down. So instead of sleeping the night away which is what I WANTED to do, I forced myself to wrap some gifts. TO's excitement when he noticed them this morning was worth it.

3. OJ's bad attitude was enough to make me want to take his away. He just.kept.crying. I sat on the toilet, he sat in the hallway, crying, looking at me. He wouldn't stop. He refused to use his words. He might be found somewhere, labeled "NOT MISSING child. Free to good home."

4. Work is busy, so time is scarce there to catch up on blogging. Boo hoo.

5. 15 weeks today with the little alien. Thought about snapping a belly shot for you. Depends on my mood when I get home. You know how hit and miss THAT can be. Stay tuned.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Monday Mumbles

Ten random things for Monday is on hiatus this week. If you feel so inclined, I'd like for each of you to leave me a Mumble to read. Please tell me something quirky about your weekend or Monday morning.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

I've Got Nothin' Photo Friday

I've been busy working, taking care of sick kiddos, and trying to catch up on my blog reading. I have done nothing or said anything interesting this past week, so I'll start your weekend off with some fantastic photos.

First, we have my nerdy little brother. He's probably 17 in this picture but looks 12. Okay, okay...he might be 12 and looks 8. Either way....his size never really hindered his self-confidence. Or his dorkiness. God bless little dorky brothers.
Next, we have dorky TO. He's approximately 16 months, maybe a couple older. I was thinking this was around his 2nd Christmas because that's when he received the goggles. They were complementary with his weed whacker. The Elmo's World phone is still alive and kicking and OJ loves it.....when he finds it. I'm not really sure how the goggles go with the phone....?...unless TO's setting up his next appointment. Your guess is as good as mine. God bless dorky sons who take after dorky uncles.

p.s. I'm catching up on the reading....I only have letters M through O to go!!! I have a lot of Ms, though....so bear with me.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Tuesday Trifles

Very short.

1. I spent a lot of time last night reading some blogs. Alphabetically I got up to the letter I. If your blog starts with I, I'll be delving into it tonight..or tomorrow night at the latest.

2. EmilyC and Tracy? You were both in my dreams Sunday night, but for the life of me I can't recall what you were doing. I distinctly remembered it Monday morning, but have since forgotten. Next time I'll write it down.

3. On TO's field trip last Thursday one of his classmates asked him, "Turner...is that your mom or your sister?" Seriously????? She said that I looked like a "grown up kid." Wow.

4. You'd think preparing for "the baby announcement" to my boss would be easier since this IS my third go-round. It's not. In fact, I'm more frightened than ever and I'm not sure why.

5. OJ did not have anything wrong with his ears, they looked great. The doc just said he's experiencing a bad cold right now, and it's causing some leakage in his eyes. I was initially concerned with pink eye. All this means is we'll probably be back next week to get diagnosed with infection in the eye and get the drops then. Thanks for all your concerns about him - his ears are great, though! Finding the silver lining...that's what I'm all about.

Happy Tuesday everyone.
***UPDATE from the announcement***
I took Michelle's advice and said it like I've been saying it here. "A few months ago my dad took the kids for the weekend and my husband decided to knock me up." There. It was said. And now she knows.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Monday Mumbles

Ack! I'm behind. I know. Thanks for the jab, Iggy. :) I tried to log in and do this from home this morning, but the boys kept me running around and away from the computer. Happy Monday, everyone.


1. All the reading I didn't get done can be blamed on Dorkys. I chatted with her too much on Friday morning and the afternoon sped by. Go ahead, stop by her blog and razz her.

2. I spent Friday afternoon visiting an at-home daycare, to test my waters on what was available for the boys. Lo and behold the lady who owns it? She's the mom of our OLD at-home daycare. I knew this was a sign immediately, but I still can't figure out which way the sign points....we left our old at-home daycare for a reason, or we should venture back to at-home care? We loved our first daycare gal for 3 out of the 4 years. That 4th year something was off, but we couldn't figure out what. There were small things here and there....in the end it came to light that she and her husband were having difficulties and are now divorced. She actually stopped doing daycare and is now in nursing school. I'm happy for her. I knew that's what she wanted to do long-term, anyhow.

3. You have to visit Michelle today and read her Mumble #5. Seriously. Where do these people come from???

4. As xmas nears, I find it amusing how many times my mother calls me in a week. :) Love you, Mom!

5. Michelle's daughter visited our office Friday afternoon for the last half hour. She colored a picture for me that is now up on my wall here at work. She's so sweet.

6. I do believe I'll be making "THE" announcement here at work this week. I will most likely figure out a way to let the boss know tomorrow, and then announce it to the group Wednesday or later. We ARE having a holiday lunch Wednesday....I suppose I could do something then...

7. My beloved Jayhawks hired a new football coach. His name is the same as my TO. We're going to figure out how to get a picture taken with him before he has the chance to get a losing record. After all, there aren't that many Turners in the world.

8. OJ has been waking up and crying in his sleep the past few nights. Not sure if his ear infection never went away, or if he's starting to have nightmares. One time, he woke up crying out TO's name. Maybe he was dreaming that his brother was picking on him??? Not at all unlikely.

9. Till had a sleepover with 4 friends at his mom's house this past weekend. Neither HE nor SHE made certain that his homework was completed before they arrived Saturday evening. He had been in their possession since 4pm Friday afternoon. Obviously he should have been responsible enough to get it done, but as a mother...she should have insisted on it before his friends arrived. He came back to us Sunday afternoon with ZERO HOURS SLEEP. As he attempted to do his homework, he fell asleep. Repeatedly. Needless to say, I was pissed. At both of them and their irresponsibility.

10. TO has a winter program tomorrow night. I HAVE to remember my camera. I've been very bad about leaving it behind lately. I can't wait to see him perform!

Friday, December 11, 2009

Friday Feel Goods

Well, I titled it what I've been titling it, but the "feel good" part is up for interpretation.


1. I'm in bed on my day off, on the computer, eating a candy bar. It's 8:39 a.m.

2. Roscoe the Rascal dog keeps eating things. Even when he gets scolded and spanked, he keeps doing it. What the hell could possibly be tasty about crayons, army men, baby spoons, or pencils???

3. OJ is back to being a bully. He's now tackling his friends. It's what he does to TO and Till, so I have to cut him some slack, but it's still not acceptable. But frankly....I think the kids in his daycare room are wimpy. There. I said it. I think those little toddlers are wimpy. I even told his teacher that while I don't want him TRYING to harm another child, I can't say I'm not a little pleased that he's holding his own against some of the bigger kids. She even concurred and said that she has already pinpointed a few of the kids as perpetual wimpy kids who never stand up for themselves. She didn't say it so harshly, of course.....that was just my interpretation.

4. I just made myself an appointment with an at-home daycare facility. I liked her on the phone. Wish me luck.

5. I love the Golden Girls. They are simply fabulous.

So.....to recap.....I feel good about.....

I love being a tub of lard on my days off, I'm happy that this mutt is giving me a reason to throw away the excess army men, I'm happy that my kid is showing his friends affection even if it is a bit harsh and age inappropriate, I'm hopeful that we might get a more homey feeling for OJ's daily care, and old women with wit are wonderful. I can't wait to be one.

***UPDATE***
After the candy bar, I ate nearly half a bag of Doritos, cool ranch. And then I had chicken noodle soup. And after that? I got in the shower and fell in love with the silence that was outside the bathroom. I didn't rush, and I even stood in my naked, expanding glory and took the time to put on lotion. Head to toe. I don't remember the last time that happened.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

HOLY MOLY

I have a LOT of reading to catch up on.

It snowed last night, as expected, and now I have to drive to work in it. Shoot me.

Till gets to stay home from school all day. He'll be overjoyed.

TO will be disappointed he can't stay and play.

OJ will most likely be his normal, grumpy "NO" self, and that'll suit me just fine. Some normalcy on a snow day is what I need.

I'm off tomorrow and Friday and will read then!!! Can't wait.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Media - Image - Self Control

I actually anticipated getting more argumentative feedback about my Tiger comment from Friday. Tracy tackled a large portion of what I anticipated reading - discussing image, responsibility, role model values, etc. One of my sisters also said she commented along the same lines, but her comment never appeared for publishing? Instead, she and I had a back-and-forth via email. For fun, here is our discussion that I feel represents the view I expected to get, and then the defense of my view.

SIS:
I'm just curious as to why a car wreck is "personal." That's all. The story is bizarre. I don't think Tiger goes out of house too often at 2:30 in the morning. That's all. LOL And I am a Tiger fan. (This last sentence was in reference to my insinuation, "you must be anti Tiger" when she stated she left a comment regarding this topic.)

ME:
The car wreck itself isn’t personal. But HOW he came to be in his car IS. Legally, he has no responsibility to speak to the police about the wreck…the police are obligated to investigate it as they happened on it, and the results afterward. He doesn’t have to speak about it at all.

Something to keep in mind if you ever find yourself in a fender bender and the other party insists on calling the cops because you disagree about who’s at fault. Don’t say a word and let the insurance and police investigation of the wreck handle it.

SIS:
The police did their job, but that doesn't stop other media outlets to do what they do. Doug Gottlieb said it best: the story is the cover up. If you were just going to the store to get your kid medicine, then you would say that. If you were just going to get some food, you would say that.

And if you are going to be a professional athlete and out there in public, you have to take the good with the bad. Look at Kobe. He admitted his wrong doings and nobody seems to care now.
Nobody said athletes are perfect, but they are held to a higher standard in the eyes of the media.

ME:
Athletes are people whose talents lie in a realm of entertainment. For me, that’s where it stops. As a citizen, I take responsibility for what I deem “higher standard” and it has nothing to do with anyone whom I’ve NEVER met. I can admire their talents in the realm of the entertainment I seek, and it ends there. Period. Just because they choose to endorse this or that and I might buy it, it doesn’t mean I am entitled to dictate what is right and wrong for their choices as a person and as an image. If I buy their product, I buy solely based on the notion that it’s the best quality for the money I’m spending, and it will work in the facet for which it’s intended.

Like Tracy’s comment suggests, what do we do when children state that they want to be like so-and-so? Here’s my answer to that: Then practice your golf game. That’s what we truly know about Tiger Woods and his golf game is certainly something to live up to. I hope that you want to work hard like mommy and daddy do to get what you want out of life. If that’s a good golf game like Tiger, great! Let’s practice. If we as parents can simply focus on what it is that we KNOW about these athletes and famous figures, their talents in the realm of entertainment only, we’ll be fine. She suggests that she doesn’t want to have to correct him to say “only be like his golf game, not like the person” but in fact…that’s what we spend their entire childhood doing anyhow. When other children at school treat them poorly, especially someone they thought was a friend, we’ll tell them “just learn how not to be” and “take the good things that person provides and learn from that”. When an adult in their life disappoints them (i.e. grandparent not showing up as expected), we’ll have to explain that sometimes people make other choices and while we don’t always like them, we have to learn to be the best person WE can be.

We can only control and correct our own behavior. Why worry about creating a role model in our minds from someone we don’t know? I hope their role models are people they KNOW….grandparent, dad, mom, brother, aunt, uncle. The rest of the world and the rest of the people are there just for the good times, entertainment, and fun.

SIS:
That's great in a fantasy world. It's not like these people are growing money and that's why they are wealthy. They are wealthy because people like us spend money on them. But if you are going to put your image out there, along with your golf game, and promoting your brand, people are going to look at you differently. If I was out there promoting the family name and something bad comes out about a sibling, then I'm going to be looked at differently than I was before. You can't have all good news and when something bad happens, you have to own up to it.

ME:
That’s the fault of the consumer. Sorry. I don’t buy anyone’s product based on the person I think they are. I buy it based on quality of product I think it’ll be. It’s the problem with consumers and the average person today. They think that because they CHOOSE to spend their money on something with someone’s name on it, they are entitled to know about them and dictate how their lives should be. That’s just sad.

I’m really tired of having people tell me that I live in a fantasy world.

SIS:
No, you don't live in one. We all just wish for one, that's all. I'm not really talking about the consumer. It's not he cheated on his wife just once. allegedly, it was going on for four years and you go out there to promote yourself and your foundation, all the good things he does, but he's been cheating for four years.

ME:
I understand that you might be disappointed because his image and peeps promoted him as this great guy and now we find he’s not. Frankly, I don’t buy into images EXCEPT for the idea that his quality of product might be better than the next guy. That’s it. The good he does through his foundations is GOOD WORK. He doesn’t promote marital bliss and ideal husband qualities. His foundations are not for that. And if we want to pretend that because everyone is good in ONE or TWO REALMS of their life, they’re good in all….then THAT is a fantasy existence.

SIS:
He promoted that image, not me or his people. Tiger Woods generated his own image as this professional athlete and a decent human being and good husband and father. We obviously don't know any celebrities personally, so they create their own "brand." And so he can't be too upset people are portraying him differently now. He might be a good guy, but now he has created this image for himself. Nobody made him go cheat for four years on his wife, only Tiger did that.

ME:
I agree that he promoted his image as a professional athlete who likes certain products. I don’t believe he ever got paid or put his family image out there as an endorsement. If the media snapped pictures of him being a husband or father, that’s on them. Again, if the consumer wants to buy into the idea of what those pictures and stories portray, that’s THEIR RESPONSIBILITY if it doesn’t endure. He can’t control the image that is changing, but I also don’t have to buy into the change myself. I never knew him as a husband or father BEFORE the wreck…and I don’t know him now. It will not change how I view him as an athlete, the ONLY image we were given by Tiger. Sorry!

SIS:
LOL I think the media has always respected his privacy up until this crazy wreck and story has come out. Come on, he's always talking about his dad and mom, and the relationship he had with his dad. So he makes it sound like a great family guy, right? You see him with his kids and wife, doesn't mean they don't have problems like everybody else. He doesn't go promoting him being a husband or father, but that doesn't mean we can't make our own determination about a person we don't know by what we see. He has to claim responsibility for his image, that's all.

ME:
The media is a horrible beast that needs to be shot with bows and arrows. I do not like most media portrayals, I no longer enjoy the news, I rarely read any sensational articles. I find the ones who seek the attention and the ones who are pursuing the stories to be equally despicable.

I wish we could all start focusing on what we CAN control, and start loving the image we provide for our children and families more. That might sound sappy, idealistic, or fantasy driven….but it is my hope. Because he talks about mom and dad means nothing about the type of father and husband that he is. He is responsible only to the companies he endorses for, and if his quality of product or entertainment goes down, he will feel the repercussions. It is how I see it….I know that’s not the norm or the majority’s view, but I won’t be budging. LOL

SIS:
We'll just agree to disagree. Tiger controls his image, not the media or anybody else. Tiger can only control so much, just like the rest of us. Personally, if you cheat, you deserve to be caught, especially because it's supposedly been going on for so long.

ME:
Don’t get me wrong. I do not like or condone cheating, and knowing that about his character is certainly insight for thought. But it won’t change how I behave as an entertainment viewer or as a consumer. I watch golf for his game, I would buy his product for their quality. If he wrote a book about marriage, I wouldn’t be buying it.

SIS:
I guess I don't separate the two, his personal life and his job. How I expect myself to act on the job and off the job I guess are the same. Will I succeed everyday at that? No, but I'm not going to say: Well, I'm human, I'm not perfect. That's a poor excuse!

ME:
I agree with you. How I handle myself in one realm will be how I handle myself in any other. But many, many people do not. Like when I worked at the grocery store for those few months…..there were church goers who came into the store right after church….right AFTER they got done praying and greeting and smiling at everyone….straight to the check-out line and being rude and overbearing to the people working the registers. People do not hold themselves to a standard each and every minute. It’s unfortunate.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Monday Mumbles

Ten random things to brighten your otherwise mundane Monday existence. No? Not quite right? Well fine then. BURST my bubble.


1. The weather sucks. Winter "weather" moving in tonight for tomorrow. Beware: Tooj grumpy nature on the rise.

2. I meant to sit in bed and read blogs for a large portion of the weekend. Instead I cleaned the house, put up Christmas decorations, went shopping with my mother for two hours (which was one hour too long), ate, and watched sports. Maybe I'll take it easy and catch up during these week nights.

3. I have Thursday and Friday off this week and I'm excited. I get to go see The Nutcracker with TO and his class on Thursday. I'd like to say I could go home afterward and read blogs, however, I have a doctor's appointment in the afternoon. I plan on killing time either shopping or sleeping in my car. Since I have no money, I have a feeling sleeping will win.

4. I ate a banana on the way to work this morning, and I also had some hot cocoa. I burped. The combination did NOT add up to a banana split mixture. Blech.

5. Is it bad that I'm excited to put the kids to bed early tonight? Till and TO give me so much trouble when I go to get them up each morning. I have to return to their room 3 or 4 times, each visit gets progressively louder in my wake-up calls. I get frustrated. This morning, I told them I'm putting them both to bed a half hour earlier than usual. I can't WAIT for everyone to be in bed!!

6. Maybe I'll sit and do Christmas cards tonight.....I've been meaning to get them started. We don't do fancy picture ones or write long letters about our life through the year. You know what we look like, and if you know me at all, you should know what we've been up to. I'm not going to pretend that long-lost friends want to know anything that they don't already know. We're not that interesting.

7. We got a real tree this year, and I love the way it smells in the house. I hope I remember to water it. I'm so thankful that my parents always made a tradition out of going to a tree farm and cutting down a tree each year. We didn't have much money growing up, but they always made room in the budget for that. My only regret is that we didn't take the boys to a farm and cut a tree down this year, we just picked up a real one at the local hardware store. Next year. I am promising myself.

8. I'm really struggling with the strict rules set at daycare facilities. I understand that to make the age-grouped rooms run smoothly, they have to have schedules. I just really detest the fact that the little ones (OJ) aren't allowed to take two naps. He needs a nap before he eats lunch. He's such a happier boy if he can nap between 9 and 10, and eat around noon. Instead, he has to make it until 11 (sometimes he doesn't), eat, and THEN nap. They're so tired by the time 11 comes, they may or may not eat very much. I don't like this. At all. If anyone has the lotto ticket that will allow me to stay at home and still pay my bills so that OJ gets two naps, let me know. Mom, the basement is yours if you like.

9. Monday. Really?

10. Till and TO were playing hide and seek Saturday. OJ can't fathom being left out, so he would be with whomever was counting and seeking. While the counter would cover his eyes and count to thirty, OJ would cover his nose and mouth and count with them. Sort of. 1-10 sounded semi-audible, the teens sounded like "ehn-neen". Every one of them. The twenties sounded like German. And 30 was the highlight- "dit-tee!"



Have a wonderful Monday and rest of the week.
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Friday, December 4, 2009

Friday Feel Goods

1. I get to work and have a message on my phone. It goes as follows:

"Hey, umm....I have a big favor to ask of you. I need you....to...umm...take your name...out of your phone. For me. Thanks. This is Tiger."

For those of you not following the tragic "I'm entitled to know everything about celebrities" media world, just google Tiger Woods. You'll be in the loop. My feelings on the matter? Not because you asked, but because it's my blog......

We are NOT entitled to know about his life simply because he's in the public eye. He's in the public eye for golfing, and he's a role model for golfing. Anything in HIS life that you might consider "modelesque" (besides his smile, of course. you can't argue with his smile.) for you or your children is on YOU. Besides acting like a sportsman in the game of golf, he bears no additional responsibility. Criticize his unfriendly demeanor with the fans, criticize his choice in balls, but his personal life is NOT how he became famous. And that's all I have to say about that.

2. I bought my boys donuts for breakfast this morning. I do believe OJ ate his first white powdered donut today, and I was so proud. The powder was all over his lips and he looked like he was in Heaven.

3. TO is trying to learn multiplication and division. I let him tinker on the calculator as I try to explain what it means to divide...while I'm driving...and trying to sing Christmas carols with OJ. I love the multi-tasking that comes with being Mom.

4. Coca~Cola.

5. Friday.

6. Friends.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

To Fill or Not to Fill - Cup Talk

I had a conversation the other day with a friend when it was casually said, "Well...that's just the way you see things. You're a cup's half-empty type of person." I must have had a puzzled look on my face because it was quickly followed with a comment about that trait being okay, and outlooks are simply based on life experiences.

I wasn't upset with this observation, but my curiosity was peaked to do a little thinking, a little asking.....so I did.

I first thought of the situation we had been discussing and I certainly see how that personality trait would have been evident. My first instinct was to deny, however, and then find examples in my "life experiences" to counter this claim. What I realized is that I'm very split, actually.

Before I delve into the giant dark hole that is Tooj, let me share my husband's observation when I asked him, "Am I a half-empty or half-full type of person?" He smirked, almost laughed, and then asked why I was asking. I DID get offended at his smirk and pinched him. Maybe hit. Selective memory. Anyhow.....I started citing examples to prompt HIM to give me the more positive answer, but he cut me off. He responded:

"I've never seen you as the type of person who thinks that things can't be done. You always find a way to make it work. It's just that sometimes....you're a real BEE-OTCH getting there."

Okay, fair enough. I stand labeled. Let me break down how I feel about myself....both the half-empty side, and the half-full side. Most of these are drawn from adult experiences because I recollect them best. At the end, feel free to throw in your observations as well, if you dare.

HALF-FULL

1. My parents' divorce
A few main points stand out for me with regard to this particular moment in my life. I was 16 years old with a 12 year old brother and two 8 year old sisters behind me. When I was told it was happening, I cried like children do, but I was happy. Well, not happy, but relieved. They'd been unhappy together for a long time and as the 2nd eldest child, I had felt the impact greatly. Probably more than my older (I do what I want without regard for others) brother*. I was the caretaker-next-in-line when my parents were busy. I was the protector. I didn't bemoan that my parents no longer lived in the same house, or that we didn't have easy access to our father each night. I coached my siblings to see the positive side of what was transpiring. I was the chauffeur when they needed to escape one house for the other.

I also took charge of our mental well-being and asked that my parents refrain from letting their negative emotions seep into our psyches. I took charge as best I could at 16, and that included a financial burden that I shouldered for every holiday and birthday so that traditions could stay the same. I could easily have crawled within my teenage "angst" and squandered my chance to be helpful, but I didn't. I didn't see that as an option, actually, which is why I consider this a shining "half-full" moment.

2. Till's moving in
My stepson was 7 when he came to live with us full-time, and he had just started 2nd grade. I had just had my first child the year before. I've heard many stories when divorced parents remarry and their new spouse lays down laws regarding the "step" children. When my husband was finally enlightened to all the trouble Till was having adjusting to school (in general), a new place, his mother's romantic interest, and authority (in general), I instantly knew Till needed us. His mother was floundering based on the leniency she'd provided in the first five years, and Till wasn't coping well at all.

I had warned my husband years before that Till wasn't socially aware of authoritative lines, and frequently crossed what I considered to be adult/child boundaries. My warning had come to fruition, and instead of saying, "I told you so....and hell no, I'm not dealing with that," I called his mother. I talked to her. I persuaded her to allow his father to try and reach him, help him, mold him into becoming a man. My husband still says to this day that Till wouldn't be living with us if I hadn't intervened and called on his behalf. While I've made it clear that step-parenting isn't easy, AT ALL, I do consider my willingness to utilize the skills I had to help Till a half-full moment. Till had teachers and a therapist who had already labeled him and written him off as unteachable. I saw none of that and instead saw just a boy who needed instruction and direction.

3. Hubs' lay-off**
While I had very BEE-OTCHY moments with #1 and #2, I know for certain that Hubs would label this moment in our history as the biggest BEE-OTCHY moment of them all. I was. I admit it. But while I was bitching, I was finding ways to make it work. The savings he'd accumulated from the job he was laid off from was our saving grace, so he deserves a LOT of credit for making this period work. I, however, was dealing with Till and his periodic lapses in behavior. His lapses were stressful for me by this point because we'd been lecturing the same lectures for three years. TO had finally evened out with his asthma, which alleviated a lot of stress, but then we found out we were expecting OJ. The last thing we needed during this year was Till's bad behavior, and how in the world would we afford another baby on only one income that wasn't sufficient enough?

But we cut back. We made adjustments. We finally merged our finances and taking them over saved my mind. I felt like I was able to contribute to our situation by organizing it. Hubs and I realized that, if dire straits required him to remain at home, we'd make it work. What I learned from this moment was that the unknown is what pushes me to start thinking "half-empty", and "how is this going to work?" Once my husband recognized that all I needed was all the facts....things fell into place.

HALF-EMPTY

Without citing too many specific examples, my half-empty side always surfaces when I'm faced with observations about ME. Or discussions that leave me pondering how someone FEELS about me. I second-guess the opinions others are forming about me all the time. I know many of you will say this is a typical quality, especially for women. But instead of just questioning, I tend to jump instantly to the, "Well WHY would they say that? Do they think.....?" And that's always followed by some negative observation I believe they might have gathered.

The specific instance my friend and I were discussing involved me pondering why I might or might NOT have been selectively chosen for my opinion. I immediately assumed I was being taken advantage of and cornered, but a couple of other friends stated it might be that this "culprit" valued what I thought. Oh. Really? Interesting. I certainly went half-empty on that one.

A girlfriend once told me about a compliment her mother gave me....backhanded dig at her, mind you, but a compliment to me nonetheless. I immediately brushed it off and said, "Your mom does NOT see me that way. I know how she feels about THAT topic, and I certainly don't fit her mold of propriety." My friend corrected me and ensured that indeed, her mother truly felt these good feelings toward me. I was shocked. I was shocked FIRST because of the self-reflection that my comment admitted about myself. I was shocked SECOND because I truly felt her mother might not have felt I was "up to par". Again, definitely went half-empty.

I started reflecting on lots of these half-empty moments, and now I'm at a point where I might start reflecting on how to change this outlook. We'll see....can this old dog learn new tricks? I don't know. What I DO know is that this growing alien is making me have to pee a LOT today and I'm getting irritated with it.

(was that half-empty or half-full?)

*My brother is no longer like this...at all. We get along great. :)

**During his lay-off, he wasn't just laid up and unable to find work. He was completing his bachelor's degree. I consider this a very important notation because it means that he was productive to our long-term vision.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Mid-Week Review

1. I'm not a fan of complaining when things don't go your way. The lady who spilled coffee in her lap? Shame on her. HOWEVER......some things have been said at work lately that make me want to scream. They are the antithesis of anything HR-approved. Or Tooj-approved, for that matter.

2. I rearranged my desktop computer at home so that it now sits directly next to the bed. I have a tray that I place the monitor on, and the keyboard sits on my lap....while I sit in bed. I'm in lazy girl Heaven. Hubs wasn't so much thrilled by my change as he was irritated by it's new home. He'll get over it.

3. I miss reading my bloggy friends and plan on doing lots of catch-up, from my bed, over the next few nights. I almost started my catch-up reading last night, but got hooked on Facebook instead. Sorry! Well, not to Dorkys, but the rest of you.

4. How skeptical should one be if they receive offers for advertisements on their blog? While the idea of some pocket change for snacks and such at work doesn't sound BAD.....the work that would go into figuring out the techno side of it AND keeping up with what they want advertised and when...sounds like too much work for this woman. Comments?

5. Why is it so hard for old people to comply with new ways? Seriously? I hope I'm not THAT old woman who won't change her ways to accommodate modern practices. There is an old woman here that absolutely refuses to change her email technique (colored writing, CAPITAL LETTERS, bolded type, LARGE font) to be more work-appropriate. AN-NOY-ING.

6. Somebody tell me a joke, please.

Have a wonderful Hump Day!