Hum… what to do? what to do?
So, now that I am home - I have time to be blogging… What do I write about???
I’m sure you don’t to hear about me doing laundry, or me fixing the curtain hangers, right? Cause that is boring! I’m living it, and it is boring!
I certainly wouldn’t want to read about me sitting by the pool with a book, the kids swimming, and the icy machine running, delivering nice frosty beverages at a moments notice! Ok, wait - that part is not boring. That part is fun! I’m really loving this time at home to bond with my kids.
Delaney has really enjoyed having another girl around. She informed me that we need to move, because there are nothing but boys in this neighborhood. Give us a few years and she will be loving the fact that there is nothing but boys in the neighborhood. I’m not sure when, but she suddenly has become a little lady; interested in shoes, clothes, shoes, hair, shoes, makeup, shoes, and did I say shoes? She has had me flat iron her hair every day, and has spent a LOT of time in front of the mirror admiring her board straight hair.
I know that the whole hormone train wreck is right around the corner, but she still has her sweet little girl side. Its just that the sweet little girl side is developing boobies. I don’t like the thought of boobies, and dating, and boys hanging around. But I know her dad can’t stand the thought. How do I know? At the littlest mention of his little girl grown up, he starts to rock back and forth, rub his legs repeatedly with his palms and sob a little.
Posted by Kari @
1:04 pm |
surfacing
It has been a little over a week since I was let go. All things considered, I’m doing fantastic. I really am. I gave myself a week off.
A week of to reconnect with my kids.
A week off to regroup and reassess what I want to do.
Now I’m back in glorious technicolor and stereophonic sound!
Posted by Kari @
2:35 pm |
Well, the camels showed up..
But instead of trampling other people - I got caught. I have been let go. Fired. Given a pink slip. Downsized. Replaced. Discharged. De-hired. De-staffed. Out-placed. Outsourced. Released. Relieved of my duties. Not to mentioned sacked, dumped, bounced out, canned, axed, eighty-sixed, and given the old heave-ho.
But I’m OK. I will miss my co-workers, and I enjoyed what I did - I just could no longer stand one specific person. I really tired to like her and respect her in the beginning - but she obviously did not make the effort for me. Respect has to be earned, and she didn’t earn it.
Truth? I’m happy to be gone. Mark and I were making arrangements so that after my vacation in October, I would have been leaving anyway. So my time line just got bumped up a bit. That part I’m OK with. The best part - I’m sure she felt like she was getting her revenge or some such nonsense on me… but really! She made my day.
Oh, and my “revenge”? If she had done this last Friday - they wouldn’t have had to pay me my 2 weeks vacation. But because it was this week - I passed my anniversary date - so I got 2 extra weeks of pay.
bwhahahhahhahahhahahha
Posted by Kari @
7:49 pm |
Where are the wild camels when I need them?
I keep having this wild fantasy playing behind my eyelids today. I keep seeing a heard of wild stray camels stampeding through my office trampling everyone who is annoying me.
Suppose that means I am irritable today?
Posted by Kari @
2:45 pm |
Doctor! Doctor!
I am now so damn mad at the kids’ doctor!!!! Or at least the kids doctor’s office. The last time I tried to make well child checks they would not let me schedule all 3 three kids at the same time. They will only see 2 kids from the same family on the same day. I was irritated by that, but I let it go. I prefer to get all three kids done on the same day – because I have to miss work to do so. Its easier to take on day off, and get everything done that day.Today, I called to make an appt for Delaney next Monday since I am off that day. Delaney has a wart on her arm we need taken off. There’s nothing wrong with it, but it rubs and it bothers her. They won’t let me make an appt for her for next Monday. That WART is considered a sick child visit. I can only make the appt for THE SAME DAY. So I have to call next Monday morning to see if I can EVEN GET IN that day to have a friggen wart removed.
That’s it. I’m done with them. Of all the STUPID things. A wart removed is not a sick child visit. I need to take time off of work for it. I have time off next Monday, I should be able schedule it in advance, and leave those sick child appointment spots for children who are truly sick!
I have decided that I am switching the kids to the same Doctor Mark and I have. She is a family practice doc, and we really like her. The kids are a little older now, and they don’t have to have a ped doc. But the earliest she has for new patients is the 3rd week of September! So I scheduled the kids for September with Dr. W. Monday morning, I am calling the (soon to be old) doctors office and making Delaney the sick child visit (pfft) for her wart. Then I am calling my insurance company and changing doctors as of Sept 1st so they can now see Dr. W. I am just so irritated! Grrrr
Posted by Kari @
3:54 pm |
A lovely weekend
I had a wonderful weekend. It was so peaceful and relaxing. We haven’t had one of those in long time.
Friday afternoon, we got my new red couches! Technically, it is a couch and 2 chairs. I love them! They are just made for sitting in with a good book, and reading for hours. Which is exactly what I did, because Saturday “Breaking Dawn” came out. I stayed up pretty much all night Saturday night reading; I went to bed at 5 am.
Saturday night we had dinner at our house with friends. They brought over a terriaky injected fried turkey, and I made a ton of sides to go along with it. I need a turkey fryer… yum! It was so good, there was nothing left over from a 14 pound turkey. And Brandi came over! (hey girl! Giving you special mention) Nice of you to show up, when we haven’t seen you in a year! Don’t be a stranger!
Sunday, I went for a massage. Ahhhhhhhhh. Wonderful! Then we spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and shows on the DVR. We have not had a weekend with no plans, no where to go, in months. It was heavenly!
Posted by Kari @
2:33 pm |
Meme, Meme, Its all about Meme
Amy wrote this meme post http://www.amysmusings.com/2008/08/01/i-give-up/ and I decided to give it a shot. Sure why not!
Here are the rules
Put your mp3 player or music player on your computer on random.
2. Post the first four lines from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song (skip repeat artists).
3. Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
4. Don’t fucking cheat, you Google whores!
Of course, because I am a total twit that way – I didn’t bother to read all the instructions before I did it, and I REPEATED artists. Meh. Deal with it people. I’m not gonna redo all my hard work. And I’m gonna post the answers in my comments. Also, yeah, some of these songs are a little embarrassing to admit that I listen to them. Again. Deal with it people. I’m a Irish Punk Rock, Dr. Demento, Musical loving, Head Banging Freak. All Part of my Charm.
1
Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper and mama was a hippie
In Alabama she would swing a hammer
Price you gotta pay when you break the panorama
2
It’s hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life…
Passes things get more comfortable
everything is going right
3
Come all you gallant heroes,
and along with me combined
I’ll sing a song, it won’t take long,
of the fighting sixty ninth
4
Back when I was a kid, life was going swell.
Till something happened, blew every thing to hell.
That night my daddy stumbled in, all pale and weak,
Said “A woman up the block just gave birth to a geek.”
5
Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
and ruined your black tie affair
the last one to know
6
One I wish I never played,
Oh, what a mess we made
and now the final frame,
Love is a losing game
7
Chiquitita, tell me what’s wrong
You’re enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
8
Ooo. You make me live
whatever this world can give to me
It’s you, you’re all I see
Ooo, you make me live now honey
9
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
and the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
10
My name is Dr. Worm.
Good morning. How are you? I’m Dr. Worm.
I’m interested in things.
I’m not a real doctor,
11
Who’s that whisperin’ in the trees?
Its two sailors and they’re on leave
Pipes and chains and swingin’ hands
who’s your daddy? Yes I am
12
Pretentious attention
Dismissive apprehension
Don’t waste your time, on coffins today
When we decline, from the confines of our mind
13
Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see…
14
Check it out
Going out
On the late night
Looking tight
15
Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho…
16
I’ll tell you a story, believe me it’s true
a tale you’d best hope never happens to you old spicy mcHaggis,
how he met his fate you I can save, but for him it’s too late
Spicy was big, burly and strong
17
Hi my name is Bob and I work at my job
I make forty-some dollars a day
I used to be the man in my hometown
’til I started to lose my way
18
I bang on the door but she won’t let me in
cause you’re sick and tired of me reeking of gin
I knock on the doors from the front to the back
you left me a note telling me I should pack
19
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling
Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan’s corn,
20
Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done
Posted by Kari @
9:15 am |
Meh
I have a wicked bad case of the blahs. I’m tired. Tired of the heat. Tired of work. Tired of home. Tired of housework. Tired of my wardrobe. Hell, I’m even tired of the book I’m reading - and that never happens. I feel like Madalyn Kahn’s character in Blazing Saddles when she sings “Ah’m Tarred” (that is my version of a very bad french accent)
I wish I could just go to bed, and wake up when something exciting happens.
Any suggestions on how to interject some zip and pep into these dull humdrum days?
Posted by Kari @
6:39 pm |
Birthdays and hormones, and dating, Oh my!
My baby boy turns 12 on Tuesday. This weekend is all about THE BIRTHDAY. The friends. The video games. The swimming. The food. The gifts. THE GIFTS!!!!
Last night we went out to dinner. It was one of those restaurants where if the kids color a picture they will post it, so Delaney and Brenden colored the picture. At the end of dinner, they each wrote their name and age on the bottom. Tristyn – who has the TEEN HORMONES all ready running strong, and had spent the whole night giving the eye to a cute little bus girl, said:
Can I write
Tristyn. Age 12. SINGLE
Sigh. I don’t know if I will make it through his teen years.
Edit Sunday Night:
Well, I have made it to Sunday night. Tristyn has had a great birthday. He got had a sleep over Saturday night. Tristyn got Sharpie’d - guess he will learn not to be the 1st one to sleep. On the plus side, he is sporting quite a styling curly mustache and one side burn.
*sigh*
Today we swam most of the day, and had a big BBQ for his friends and our neighbors. Tristyn was just POSITIVE he would be getting a cell phone, since he is heading to Jr. High this year, and will be coming home all by himself now. And we did get him a cell phone. But we also got him Rock Band for the Wii.
Oh. Sweet. Baby. Jesus. I have had the gong show in my living room all evening.
I think this kid is spoiled enough for the year.
Happy Birthday T-man. I don’t care that you are nearly a teen now, you are still my baby boy.
Posted by Kari @
4:27 pm |
A wise man once said
the real secret to being married is communication.
It doesn’t mean you have to understand what the hell your wife is talking about.
As long as you’re communicating.
Tony ( http://haloscan.com/tb/shrinkingwop/160089997671983867 )- you made me laugh VERY hard on that one.
Or as I always tell Mark - just do as the nice lady says!
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4:14 pm |
