The crazy thing about Families is there no such thing as normal when talking about them. But maybe 'normal' is what many refer to there family as 'crazy.' My famliy is for the most part very close. Including extended aunts and uncles on my mom's side. My dad's side has much less conversation, and in certain relations, no conversation. I know my family isn't normal, by far. But we love to talk, and by talk I am refering to the fact that my sisters and I talk daily. In fact numerous times during the day. If we don't email eachother all through out the morning we will talk on the phone later. We do still talk in the afternoon after emailing all morning, this talking daily includes the weekend, unless there are plans that make the weekends more of a game of phone tag.
It is good to have this communtication. I feel that I am very close to my sisters. I have been told by others that they have a jealousy for my relationship. People who don't talk even once a month to a family member. Or people who keep up with sisters/brothers in a yearly Christmas letter. People who have gone years without talking to a family member, but don't think much of it. Not to say they were fighting, but it just isn't how their relationship works.
I need to remind myself that not everyone is considerate of keeping family members up to date with new happenings. That not everyone feels the need to send a message that says everything is ok. In fact when I forget that, I find myself upset. I want to know now that someone is okay. Not after the fact. I am a bit impatient when it comes to waiting up late just to get that message that says all is well.
But when all is said and done, I do find out. One way or another, I will find out. My family will let me know. Others may not, but mine will.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Funny Thing About Santa
Yesterday Big Girl J had Santa visit her preschool. Last year the preschool brought in a guy from outside of the preschool. This year I am on the board so I know that our Santa(s) were a couple of dads that were volunteered by their wives who are on the board. They arranged the days so the dad wasn't Santa for his own kid. I had dropped off Big Girl J and was going to leave Little Miss O with a mom who was staying until Santa showed up, this way I can take my big and little boxes to the post office with no kids. Since it almost didn't happen for me to take in all the boxes at once I am very glad that I found a way to go with out the kids.
Back to Santa, I walked in to the office where his wife is on the phone and I hear her say, "And he is still going to give you a ticket in your suit and all?!"
I draw the conclusion that Santa has been pulled over, and forgive but I laughed so hard. Because what police office can give Santa a ticket. I am not laughing about Santa speeding, in a school zone, but the situation. It kind of made my day in a sick way, only because to start my day laughing that hard always makes it a good day. To find out later, the police officer did not want to end up on the naughty list, so he let Santa go with a warning. As his wife commented, an early Christmas gift of not having a 4 point ticket and $200 fine. I agree, but really I am glad he didn't get a ticket, he was a good Santa and probably because he was in such a good mood for not getting an early morning ticket!
Back to Santa, I walked in to the office where his wife is on the phone and I hear her say, "And he is still going to give you a ticket in your suit and all?!"
I draw the conclusion that Santa has been pulled over, and forgive but I laughed so hard. Because what police office can give Santa a ticket. I am not laughing about Santa speeding, in a school zone, but the situation. It kind of made my day in a sick way, only because to start my day laughing that hard always makes it a good day. To find out later, the police officer did not want to end up on the naughty list, so he let Santa go with a warning. As his wife commented, an early Christmas gift of not having a 4 point ticket and $200 fine. I agree, but really I am glad he didn't get a ticket, he was a good Santa and probably because he was in such a good mood for not getting an early morning ticket!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Just a hot mess
Ever have those days where you could slam your head into a wall repetitively and it would be better than everything that has been going wrong? Me too! I don't even know where to start with yesterday. I didn't feel the day was going that way when I woke up. It didn't start feeling that way until at least a full half hour after I had woke up.
I was in desperate need of going to the store for the sake of being able to feed my kids 2 more times that day. So I sat down and started getting my coupons and list together. Big Girl J had preschool to go to in an hour and was eating breakfast watching cartoons with Little Miss O. I am feeling good, found my stash of coupons, finding good coupons and then it happens. I looked at the clock. I told Big Girl J to finish and get dressed we will have to leave soon. Grab Little Miss O and get her dressed. Remind Big Girl J to get moving, then I start to search for my coupon organizer, so I can fill it with my great coupons. But I can't find it. Then I have a realization. "HOW CAN I STAY ORGANIZED IF I CAN'T FIND MY ORGANIZER!!!?!?!?!?" After my slight freak out, I find it. As I am loading up my organizer I remember, I need to put those pans in a box and get them on the front porch for the fed-ex guy to pick up. Keep this thought in mind, because I did not.
I get Big Girl J dressed, teeth brushed, hair pulled back, coats on and out the door. With my shopping bags that I don't always remember, so that is a big deal for me! Big Girl J gets to preschool on time and I get to the store. I also get in and remember to load my card first, it is a fundraiser for the preschool, so I can do the fundraiser without spending anymore money on useless stuff. Yeah, look at me go! I am on top of it.... then I open up my check book to see I have no more checks. Big breath, big breath. I will just use a card, I don't want to but I will. Card is loaded time to shop. It was nice. 1 kid. Haven't done that in a while!
So we get home and I see a piece of paper sticking out of the door. I think, "Oh no, I forgot to put that box on the front porch!" So I get the paper, and realize it is a confirmation for pick up. Now I think out loud, "What did he take?!" I look around and notice a box that had been there (for a week, waiting for a guy to pick up) was gone. Now I am thinking about going inside and just slamming my head on the counter. These pans have to get taken care of today so they right ones will be shipped in time for Christmas, and what is going to happen to the other box! Big breath, big breath.
After fixing myself a bagel, so that at least something will be in my stomach when they come to take me to the funny farm, I find the number to call for fed-ex. After much laughing from the lady on the other end of the phone, then assurance that it IS fixable, she gets a hold of the driver and asks him to come back. So I get the box ready, with some cookies as bribery since this is my regular guy and I don't want him mad at me.
I leave to get Big Girl J from school and see that parent help for Thursday needs to bring fruit for smoothies, not the snack bars I already bought at the store early. Big breath, Big breath. Its ok. I did buy fruit. But now I have 20 snack bars to go through at home.
We get home and the box is still there. About a half hour later a knock on the door. Should be the fedex guy, but it is not. Luckily it is the guy for the other box. He made it all the way to his car with the other box (and was excited about the cookies, but confused) when he realized the weight wasn't right for what he was in need of. So he came back and asked, now I must confess my idiossities to another person. Who by the way really had to wait until right now to pick up his box. It had been there for a frickin week!!!! Big breath. Big breath.
I decide to feed the girls and nap. Because what bad stuff can happen while I nap. Well nothing. Really nothing gets done. No laundry, no vacuuming, no mopping, no dishes. Well it was a good nap till I realized how badly I should have not done that. Big breath, big breath.
Big breath, big breath.
I was in desperate need of going to the store for the sake of being able to feed my kids 2 more times that day. So I sat down and started getting my coupons and list together. Big Girl J had preschool to go to in an hour and was eating breakfast watching cartoons with Little Miss O. I am feeling good, found my stash of coupons, finding good coupons and then it happens. I looked at the clock. I told Big Girl J to finish and get dressed we will have to leave soon. Grab Little Miss O and get her dressed. Remind Big Girl J to get moving, then I start to search for my coupon organizer, so I can fill it with my great coupons. But I can't find it. Then I have a realization. "HOW CAN I STAY ORGANIZED IF I CAN'T FIND MY ORGANIZER!!!?!?!?!?" After my slight freak out, I find it. As I am loading up my organizer I remember, I need to put those pans in a box and get them on the front porch for the fed-ex guy to pick up. Keep this thought in mind, because I did not.
I get Big Girl J dressed, teeth brushed, hair pulled back, coats on and out the door. With my shopping bags that I don't always remember, so that is a big deal for me! Big Girl J gets to preschool on time and I get to the store. I also get in and remember to load my card first, it is a fundraiser for the preschool, so I can do the fundraiser without spending anymore money on useless stuff. Yeah, look at me go! I am on top of it.... then I open up my check book to see I have no more checks. Big breath, big breath. I will just use a card, I don't want to but I will. Card is loaded time to shop. It was nice. 1 kid. Haven't done that in a while!
So we get home and I see a piece of paper sticking out of the door. I think, "Oh no, I forgot to put that box on the front porch!" So I get the paper, and realize it is a confirmation for pick up. Now I think out loud, "What did he take?!" I look around and notice a box that had been there (for a week, waiting for a guy to pick up) was gone. Now I am thinking about going inside and just slamming my head on the counter. These pans have to get taken care of today so they right ones will be shipped in time for Christmas, and what is going to happen to the other box! Big breath, big breath.
After fixing myself a bagel, so that at least something will be in my stomach when they come to take me to the funny farm, I find the number to call for fed-ex. After much laughing from the lady on the other end of the phone, then assurance that it IS fixable, she gets a hold of the driver and asks him to come back. So I get the box ready, with some cookies as bribery since this is my regular guy and I don't want him mad at me.
I leave to get Big Girl J from school and see that parent help for Thursday needs to bring fruit for smoothies, not the snack bars I already bought at the store early. Big breath, Big breath. Its ok. I did buy fruit. But now I have 20 snack bars to go through at home.
We get home and the box is still there. About a half hour later a knock on the door. Should be the fedex guy, but it is not. Luckily it is the guy for the other box. He made it all the way to his car with the other box (and was excited about the cookies, but confused) when he realized the weight wasn't right for what he was in need of. So he came back and asked, now I must confess my idiossities to another person. Who by the way really had to wait until right now to pick up his box. It had been there for a frickin week!!!! Big breath. Big breath.
I decide to feed the girls and nap. Because what bad stuff can happen while I nap. Well nothing. Really nothing gets done. No laundry, no vacuuming, no mopping, no dishes. Well it was a good nap till I realized how badly I should have not done that. Big breath, big breath.
Big breath, big breath.
Monday, December 6, 2010
The First
I have thought about blogging for a while now. I think the idea of a journal for people to read is a little weird. But the other day, My Big Girl J said something that made me realize I should keep better track of this stuff. Even if no one reads it. I can journal the memories to remind me.
This weekend was a bit on the crazy side. Hubby wanted to go golfing, kind of a we don't ever get to do this in december sort of way. But I had been wanting to take the girls to the library for the gingerbread house workshop. I figured, whatever my girls are well behaved and I can take them by myself if I want to. So I told him to enjoy himself. I think he saw that I was bummed we wouldn't be spending the day together so he suggested we go to eat breakfast with Santa. Sounds great! So we wake up early get the girls all prettied up for pictures with Santa and head of to the local high school. As we are parking, my Big Girl J, with a wonderful memory, asks daddy, "Are those people being stupid?"
To let you know how big my eyes got let me refer to the day prior at the library where this stupid lady was in the crowded and small parking lot in her oversized SUV, blocking the parking spot I was ready to park in. In my frustration of sitting there waiting, her not moving, then being able to see her throwing up her hands and mouthing words to me, like I was in her way. For the record I was not blocking an open parking space so I had no clue what she wanted to do. I gave up on trying to figure her out and pulled into a small parking spot and apparently refered to her as 'stupid people who can't park' out loud and not in my head as I may have thought.
Back to the high school parking lot. Where there are cars parked but nobody else driving around looking for a spot at the same time as us. We had just pulled into a good spot as those words were spoken so clearly. My mouth clinched, my eyes widened and I looked forward. I could tell he was staring at me. Then she asked again. I looked at my Husband and he said, "She didn't get that from me."
I then tried to substitute the 's' word for silly. As she said it a few more times and louder as we got out of the car. Santa was also getting out of his car and I don't know if he heard her, but at least when she saw him she got excited and waved.
This weekend was a bit on the crazy side. Hubby wanted to go golfing, kind of a we don't ever get to do this in december sort of way. But I had been wanting to take the girls to the library for the gingerbread house workshop. I figured, whatever my girls are well behaved and I can take them by myself if I want to. So I told him to enjoy himself. I think he saw that I was bummed we wouldn't be spending the day together so he suggested we go to eat breakfast with Santa. Sounds great! So we wake up early get the girls all prettied up for pictures with Santa and head of to the local high school. As we are parking, my Big Girl J, with a wonderful memory, asks daddy, "Are those people being stupid?"
To let you know how big my eyes got let me refer to the day prior at the library where this stupid lady was in the crowded and small parking lot in her oversized SUV, blocking the parking spot I was ready to park in. In my frustration of sitting there waiting, her not moving, then being able to see her throwing up her hands and mouthing words to me, like I was in her way. For the record I was not blocking an open parking space so I had no clue what she wanted to do. I gave up on trying to figure her out and pulled into a small parking spot and apparently refered to her as 'stupid people who can't park' out loud and not in my head as I may have thought.
Back to the high school parking lot. Where there are cars parked but nobody else driving around looking for a spot at the same time as us. We had just pulled into a good spot as those words were spoken so clearly. My mouth clinched, my eyes widened and I looked forward. I could tell he was staring at me. Then she asked again. I looked at my Husband and he said, "She didn't get that from me."
I then tried to substitute the 's' word for silly. As she said it a few more times and louder as we got out of the car. Santa was also getting out of his car and I don't know if he heard her, but at least when she saw him she got excited and waved.
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