the school year is coming to a close, and i'm ready. of course i will swear i didn't say this in aug, when i am counting the hours until school starts again. the way our schools are set up the kids go to elem until 6th grade, then to the high school for jr/sr high. after 8th grade my kids go to a private school, that usually only 1 or 2 of their classmates will also attend.
yesterday was the field trip for my middle sons 6th grade class, and on the bus ride home i got a little sad. i really like the moms in this group. we are all close in age, have a similar sense of humor, and just get along well. i am going to miss them. some of them i'll continue to see at other functions, but alot of them will become the people i see in wal mart in 5 years and we barely have anything to say to each other.
my 2 closest friends here, are in this group. the 3 of us get along so well, because we are all busy. we know if one didn't call for a month it wasn't because she was mad, it was because she was busy. so many times the only time we would see each other was at the kids events, in 2 years we won't have that bond any longer. i know it may sound silly to some people, but when you move, making good friends is hard. there are alot of acquaintances, but friends are few and far between. i hope the 3 of us don't lose each other.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Doug Flutie
Doug Flutie announced his retirement yesterday, and it makes me happy. not because i didn't like him, just the opposite. i thought he was great. for the 2 or 3 people who will read this who are not related to me or haven't known me for 20 years...i lovelovelovelove me some football. specially the 'Skins...and i really like Doug Flutie.
in fact it's a little ironic, there was another NFL story gong around yesterday too...marcus vick (he does not deserve capitalized) will be playing for Miami next year. marcus vick is a reason why i like Doug Flutie. marcus vick has to get his older brother to call in a favor so he can even have a chance to play, because he feels "bad press" has put him in the situation he's in. ummm no..it's because you are a jerk who feels entitled to something that in all honesty he probably isn't.
Doug Flutie in 21 years of pro football, in the usfl, cfl and nfl, never once said he was entitled to anything, he knew what he was...a guy with a talent, who was lucky enough to be able to provide for his family by playing a game. there should be more athletes just like him.
in fact it's a little ironic, there was another NFL story gong around yesterday too...marcus vick (he does not deserve capitalized) will be playing for Miami next year. marcus vick is a reason why i like Doug Flutie. marcus vick has to get his older brother to call in a favor so he can even have a chance to play, because he feels "bad press" has put him in the situation he's in. ummm no..it's because you are a jerk who feels entitled to something that in all honesty he probably isn't.
Doug Flutie in 21 years of pro football, in the usfl, cfl and nfl, never once said he was entitled to anything, he knew what he was...a guy with a talent, who was lucky enough to be able to provide for his family by playing a game. there should be more athletes just like him.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
teen angst
something has gone terribly wrong. my 16 yr old "hates me". hmmm i would hate me too, after all i probably only shelled out $50 to him this week, did his laundry, drove his ass every where it needed to be....and made him go to school on weds..even though he was tired.
i thought this drama thing was reserved for girls. so now here i am, i not only didn't get to dress anybody up in pink, and was forced to watch baseball. not to mention spend half my life freezing/sweating/getting rained on, at outdoor sporting events (as opposed to indoor dance recitals and gymnastics). now we have DRAMA.
how do i deal with said drama, as we speak i am working my way through a pepperoni hot pocket and 7 jalapeno poppers that were left from God only knows when. i have 10 more years of this????...which will leave me first ...my sanity or my ability to see my feet?
i thought this drama thing was reserved for girls. so now here i am, i not only didn't get to dress anybody up in pink, and was forced to watch baseball. not to mention spend half my life freezing/sweating/getting rained on, at outdoor sporting events (as opposed to indoor dance recitals and gymnastics). now we have DRAMA.
how do i deal with said drama, as we speak i am working my way through a pepperoni hot pocket and 7 jalapeno poppers that were left from God only knows when. i have 10 more years of this????...which will leave me first ...my sanity or my ability to see my feet?
Friday, May 12, 2006
Happy Mothers Day
because i generally do not get time to do this during the weekend i want to wish all the mothers, and mothers to be a very happy mothers day. take a break and put your feet up... we deserve it.
my relationship with my own mother is a little strained and i am sure she did what she could at the time. i think it must have been hard on alot of moms when i was younger. when they were young they were taught to be a good mom and a good wife and everything would be ok. then things changed and people got divorced for any number of reasons. some of them handled it well and rose to the challenge, and some handled it like my mom. but even with all that went on when i was younger i can still be thankful. the trials my brothers and sisters and i had then, helped us all to become the people we are today, and i wouldn't want any one of us to be any different.
my relationship with my own mother is a little strained and i am sure she did what she could at the time. i think it must have been hard on alot of moms when i was younger. when they were young they were taught to be a good mom and a good wife and everything would be ok. then things changed and people got divorced for any number of reasons. some of them handled it well and rose to the challenge, and some handled it like my mom. but even with all that went on when i was younger i can still be thankful. the trials my brothers and sisters and i had then, helped us all to become the people we are today, and i wouldn't want any one of us to be any different.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
there is no title to explain my frustration
i am posting as i sit here waiting. i really do not like to wait, i can handle sitting around doing nothing, but waiting when i know i have places to go and things to do really burns my butt. why am i waiting? you ask...humph because after getting everyone and myself out the door by 7:45, (not a feat for the faint of heart) i head out 40 minutes away to the only place this side of the moon where i can take care of apportioned registration maters. to find out ...of course...something was wrong. i needed one more piece of notarized paper before i can do what i need to. and as you all are aware, this needs to be done today.
of course last week when i went 2 hours in the absolute opposite direction of where i was today, we (hubby) weren't sure what we were doing with this truck. just get the title signed over and we'll decide later. a mere 5 days later it was urgent to take care of this immediately. i could have had this all done a week ago...but nooooo. so now today i wait for the woman who i have to see, because she forgot to notarize this paper. and they are not sure when she will be around today. if she cannot handle the apportioned matter when i am there i may just run away...the outlets are only like 15 min from there. no one would ever think to look for me there.
anyway, as i am driving home this morning so i could wait, i am behind someone in a green buick. there was a line of stuffed animals in the back window, she (i assume it was a she) was driving precisely 10 miles below the speed limit (see earlier post), and had 3 bumper stickers on the back of the car. "ask me about my grand dog"' , "i brake for garage sales", and "goin to bingo"...God help her if we are ever stuck in an elevator together.
and i thought today was gonna go smooth.........
of course last week when i went 2 hours in the absolute opposite direction of where i was today, we (hubby) weren't sure what we were doing with this truck. just get the title signed over and we'll decide later. a mere 5 days later it was urgent to take care of this immediately. i could have had this all done a week ago...but nooooo. so now today i wait for the woman who i have to see, because she forgot to notarize this paper. and they are not sure when she will be around today. if she cannot handle the apportioned matter when i am there i may just run away...the outlets are only like 15 min from there. no one would ever think to look for me there.
anyway, as i am driving home this morning so i could wait, i am behind someone in a green buick. there was a line of stuffed animals in the back window, she (i assume it was a she) was driving precisely 10 miles below the speed limit (see earlier post), and had 3 bumper stickers on the back of the car. "ask me about my grand dog"' , "i brake for garage sales", and "goin to bingo"...God help her if we are ever stuck in an elevator together.
and i thought today was gonna go smooth.........
12 steps
a funny thing happened to me yesterday, i realized i may have become my mother. and i don't mean that in the "i'm losing my mind turning into a crazy person" way. i mean i realized i am getting older. i don't know why it would come as a surprise, it's not like i have been asleep the last 10 years or anything. i guess it just kinda creeps up on you.
i realized this at the baseball game, i stood up and my darling firend very classily notified me i was advertising. to which i said huh? and she said your fly is open you jerk (least she's honest). now i could not think of any reason this would have happened but i fixed the situation and moved on. throughout the course of the game. my back was killing me so i kept standing up/ sitting down, repeat. i had to fix my dam zipper like 5 times. it occured to me this had happened a couple times before when i had these jeans on last time. i came to the conclusion the zipper is broke. i was pissed, i mean cmon..i am an adult female, how does the zipper of my jeans break? well i guess because they are 4-5 years old and i have worn them probably 1-2 times a week...at least.
i have owned and wore a pair of jeans for almost 5 years? holy crap!!! then i started to think, i have worn the same sneakers for 2 years. my entire wardrobe is jeans and v neck t shirts, sweatshirts for winter. i can't eat anything with more taste than cardboard without suffering in some gastrointestinal way. and i don't drive anywhere hear as fast as i used to, but in my defense i do still drive fast. i own a pair of sweatpants that i bought when i was pregnant the last time. he's almost 8! getting up at 6 is no longer getting up early,it's just getting up. and i seem to stop the radio scan on what is considered a lite hits channel more and more.
i fear i am becoming stodgy, hopefully recognition is the first step to recovery.
i realized this at the baseball game, i stood up and my darling firend very classily notified me i was advertising. to which i said huh? and she said your fly is open you jerk (least she's honest). now i could not think of any reason this would have happened but i fixed the situation and moved on. throughout the course of the game. my back was killing me so i kept standing up/ sitting down, repeat. i had to fix my dam zipper like 5 times. it occured to me this had happened a couple times before when i had these jeans on last time. i came to the conclusion the zipper is broke. i was pissed, i mean cmon..i am an adult female, how does the zipper of my jeans break? well i guess because they are 4-5 years old and i have worn them probably 1-2 times a week...at least.
i have owned and wore a pair of jeans for almost 5 years? holy crap!!! then i started to think, i have worn the same sneakers for 2 years. my entire wardrobe is jeans and v neck t shirts, sweatshirts for winter. i can't eat anything with more taste than cardboard without suffering in some gastrointestinal way. and i don't drive anywhere hear as fast as i used to, but in my defense i do still drive fast. i own a pair of sweatpants that i bought when i was pregnant the last time. he's almost 8! getting up at 6 is no longer getting up early,it's just getting up. and i seem to stop the radio scan on what is considered a lite hits channel more and more.
i fear i am becoming stodgy, hopefully recognition is the first step to recovery.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
the unvolunteers
before i start on my tirade i want to say first i had a very nice time yestereday. we went on a cruise aroud pittsburgh and to the zoo. it was lot of fun and our kids had the boat all to themselves, making it even more enjoyable. if you are ever in pittsburgh with kids, i highly reccomend the zoo, it's not too huge. you can see everything in 3 hours, but it's fun and there are alot of interactive things for the kids to do. i always find zoos a tiny bit depressing, but seeing the kids who may not ever venture far from home experience animals they only saw on tv is priceless. they surprised me too, we walked into the aquarium and there was a tank of sea dragons, i had no clue what they were. they look like sea horses only way cooler, the one little boy starts telling me all about them, he had seen them on animal planet. he was so cute telling me everything he knew.
now i know what you're thinking "pto mom bliss" ....YEAH right, on the way home our bus was in a small accident, forcing all of us onto 1 school bus, 3 to a seat for over 2 hours. which brings me to something i have been stewing over since this past weekend. unvolunteers.
i know alot of people do not have the option to drop everything for a day and go on a field trip, i was one of them for a while. however, even when i couldn't do alot, i still managed to do a little. and that is all that those of us who do alot ask for...just a little. what i really can't stand is the people who complain about how i did something or planned something or whatever...guess what folks...the position is open, come to a meeting, offer to make some phone calls, do it yourself!!! i am not getting paid, and i am doing this to help YOUR kids.
i am not heavy into everything my kids do, i don't have the time either. but i give whatever i can where i can. i am team mom for 12 yr olds baseball team. each team has 1 week they are responsible for the concession stand. i am getting people to sign up to work. it's 2 hours and you can even do it while your kid is playing if you want. so chances are you will be there anyway, the excuses i get...so i say fine if noone works these days that are still open there won't be concession that night. i'm not going to work 4 games because i offered to handle our week.. i even have my neice and oldest each work a night. who do you think willl be the first ones bitching that they can't get thier kid a powerade? you know...
they are the same people who complained yesterday that the bus was 45 minutes late, umm becuase we wanted an accident, and the added bonus of telling your kid to sit down and stop hitting/spitting/poking/screaming/crying/ tormenting for 2 hours, on a bus with 70 tired 2nd graders for volunteering my time, paying my own way, and trying to help your child figure out the best way to spend his/her last $3 in the gift shop.
now i know what you're thinking "pto mom bliss" ....YEAH right, on the way home our bus was in a small accident, forcing all of us onto 1 school bus, 3 to a seat for over 2 hours. which brings me to something i have been stewing over since this past weekend. unvolunteers.
i know alot of people do not have the option to drop everything for a day and go on a field trip, i was one of them for a while. however, even when i couldn't do alot, i still managed to do a little. and that is all that those of us who do alot ask for...just a little. what i really can't stand is the people who complain about how i did something or planned something or whatever...guess what folks...the position is open, come to a meeting, offer to make some phone calls, do it yourself!!! i am not getting paid, and i am doing this to help YOUR kids.
i am not heavy into everything my kids do, i don't have the time either. but i give whatever i can where i can. i am team mom for 12 yr olds baseball team. each team has 1 week they are responsible for the concession stand. i am getting people to sign up to work. it's 2 hours and you can even do it while your kid is playing if you want. so chances are you will be there anyway, the excuses i get...so i say fine if noone works these days that are still open there won't be concession that night. i'm not going to work 4 games because i offered to handle our week.. i even have my neice and oldest each work a night. who do you think willl be the first ones bitching that they can't get thier kid a powerade? you know...
they are the same people who complained yesterday that the bus was 45 minutes late, umm becuase we wanted an accident, and the added bonus of telling your kid to sit down and stop hitting/spitting/poking/screaming/crying/ tormenting for 2 hours, on a bus with 70 tired 2nd graders for volunteering my time, paying my own way, and trying to help your child figure out the best way to spend his/her last $3 in the gift shop.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
i really had to struggle over whether or not to let people know i was doing this. i'm weird. it's not like i'm smoking crack or beating my kids, but anyway i let you guys know and as soon as i sent an email i started to try to figure out how to unsend it. but thats just me i guess. when i started to do this i wasn't sure where i was going with it, journal or rants, private things i didn't want anyone to know? haha i chose not to do the last, i guess it's more like a journal so what the hey...i'll let total strangers read it, but struggle to let oldest friends and my siblings know. so i guess i can be more personal from here on out. i really got to run this am, but i couldn't forget today is someone's b day 
. Happy B day Lis..wow you're getting old.
. Happy B day Lis..wow you're getting old.
Monday, May 08, 2006
tired
whoa what weekend? Friday turned into a marathon in my car, 2 hours to a meeting for work, an hour at the meeting, 2 hours home. just in time to meet the youngest off the bus, which was just in time for me to get to the bank. while at the bank oldest called because he needed to be picked up from track prac. dropped off the 2 of them and went to the other high school to pick up the middle guy. brought him home so he could get ready for a sleep over, drop him off at the sleepover, drive oldest to his g/f's house. head over to help make food for the concession stand for baseball games this week
end. finish up with that at 10 pm, pick up oldest at g/f's, come home. do payroll and send the figures to hubby. crawl into bed.up at 7 to baseball field by 9, set up stand, watch a game. FREEZE it was chilly. then because i was already up and moving i decided to get everything done. all the chillins and i went to Sam's...finally gave in and purchased the x box 360, they had wanted it for Christmas but i couldn't find one. also bulked up on gatorades, cups, laundry stuff, all the stuff i run out of constantly. then still had to go regular shopping, and buy gifts for middle son's elem graduation class.
got all that done and sat down to work on a project for the graduation, we got a baby pic of each kid (50 of them), and planned to put them onto paper cut out graduation caps. so i was printing the pics, but my printer wasn't cooperating. so i went back to wal mart to try to use the machine. except the machine was out of order. i spent an hour trying to fix the printer (which i did!!!!!) and then began to print up the 50 pics and glue them onto the caps. crawled into bed at like midnight.
up at 7, dropped off oldest at track, and spent the rest of the day doing laundry and finishing grad project. up this morning with a ton of paperwork, becuase i was doing other things all weekend, got that done. down to the elem school to decorate the bulletin board with the baby pics and that took 3 hours!!! tommorrow is the 2nd grade field trip so that will be a long day too. i remeber thinking when my kids were older i would have so much free time. hahahahahaha..that is hysterical laughter.
Friday, May 05, 2006
breakfast
i know it's a litle hard to see but i don't think this is the purpose for which this was intended. it's a raccoon sitting at the bird feeder this morning. i was looking for my "other" digital camera, the one that pretty much is a toy, but had to settle for my son's cell phone to take it. how cute...my hubby tells me they must be rabid if they don't run from us and we should shoot them..nice. but i don't think they're rabid, i just think they have adapted to people.
nostalgia
thanks to my renewed love affair with sugar free red bull i am finding myself needing a little less sleep. so between that and someone leaving one of the cats in last night, who of course had to be let back out at 4:45, i found myself up a bit earlier than usual. because absolutely NOTHING was on tv i put on vh1, "we are the 80's" was on, and i realized i have been bombarded with things from the past lately. there was s how on about Metallica the other night, got an email from my brother, who attached a link to our childhood home for sale, then this morning.....sigh.
i really loved the 80's....i did. i was cool, could wear the latest styles and have them look good...knew all the songs and videos. went to all the best concerts, worked and spent all my money on magazines i actually had time to read, music and clothes. could it get any better? the 2nd to last video that i saw was Duran Duran, ok i gra
duated HS in 88...so if you're my age you already know where this is going :)
I still think John Taylor has got to be one of the hottest men God ever graced the earth with..mmmmmmmmm. remeber that u2 video, on the rooftop and how cool we all thought they were? now i see bono and i'm like ughh whats he gonna bitch about now. i guess just like anyone i miss the innocence that i had then and the guilt free fun. but no matter when you grew up you feel that way.
i really loved the 80's....i did. i was cool, could wear the latest styles and have them look good...knew all the songs and videos. went to all the best concerts, worked and spent all my money on magazines i actually had time to read, music and clothes. could it get any better? the 2nd to last video that i saw was Duran Duran, ok i gra
duated HS in 88...so if you're my age you already know where this is going :) I still think John Taylor has got to be one of the hottest men God ever graced the earth with..mmmmmmmmm. remeber that u2 video, on the rooftop and how cool we all thought they were? now i see bono and i'm like ughh whats he gonna bitch about now. i guess just like anyone i miss the innocence that i had then and the guilt free fun. but no matter when you grew up you feel that way.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
really don't like
i actually don't like the word hate, in fact i will let my kids say any variety of words that are somewhat foul, but hate is a word i do not allow. i really feel like hate is just so strong a word. which brings me to a list of people i really dislike, and the fact that someone was just a few short minutes ago, added to that list.
umm ok..the AP woman who is in charge of my account at the one nursery i deal with is a real pain. in an ideal world the site sends a po to me, my hubby goes to work, fills po and ships to the site. i send paperwork with the proper po# plastered all over it and get paid in 15 days. anyone who has ever dealt with nursery people in the northeast, in the spring, are right now hysterical with laughter. everyone needed everything yesterday, niceities like po's fall to the wayside..just get it to them asap. the rest will fall into place.
the woman who handled my account for the last 5 years left the company this past Jan, leaving me with the charmer i have now. the previous lady would match my invoices to the ones the site sent her and help put the pieces together. it sounds like alot, but it really isn't that bad. as soon as the site receives my invoice to their "system" (i despise that word) it immediately gets a po# whether it had one before or not. I was informed today (for the 4th time, she added), that she can not even receive my invoice without a po# on them. and that i am bascilly wasting her time by even faxing them sans said po, because they are meaningless to her. and there is no way such a huge corporation could cut corners just because i couldn't be bothered to go through the proper channels before shipping "product" (they are trees lady..puhlease).
she is lucky she is in charge of my money.
umm ok..the AP woman who is in charge of my account at the one nursery i deal with is a real pain. in an ideal world the site sends a po to me, my hubby goes to work, fills po and ships to the site. i send paperwork with the proper po# plastered all over it and get paid in 15 days. anyone who has ever dealt with nursery people in the northeast, in the spring, are right now hysterical with laughter. everyone needed everything yesterday, niceities like po's fall to the wayside..just get it to them asap. the rest will fall into place.
the woman who handled my account for the last 5 years left the company this past Jan, leaving me with the charmer i have now. the previous lady would match my invoices to the ones the site sent her and help put the pieces together. it sounds like alot, but it really isn't that bad. as soon as the site receives my invoice to their "system" (i despise that word) it immediately gets a po# whether it had one before or not. I was informed today (for the 4th time, she added), that she can not even receive my invoice without a po# on them. and that i am bascilly wasting her time by even faxing them sans said po, because they are meaningless to her. and there is no way such a huge corporation could cut corners just because i couldn't be bothered to go through the proper channels before shipping "product" (they are trees lady..puhlease).
she is lucky she is in charge of my money.
one persons trash...
as i mentioned in a previous post, spring cleanup is this week. last night was the big night and all trash was hauled up the driveway and placed along the road. because my immediate neighbors are all older, we always have a considerable amount of garbage in comparison. this is a very enticing sight to those who go out searching on the big day. therefore our little stretch of road receives quite a few visitors.
this is the list of things that i can see has been removed so far...
1)a rug that i bought at wal mart for $19 and sat under my dining room table for 1 1/2 years (keep in mind i have 3 kids),
2) a 2 drawer metal file cabinet that is probably 20 years old (i knew that would go quick),
3) a boom box that has only 1 of it's 2 speakers, and no cover over the tape door,
4) 2 cracked flower pots,
5) the pool table top to one of those 7 in 1 game tables for kids, unfortunately i guess they didn't need the air hockey top to complete their collection.
6) several rubbermaid/sterlite container tops, that the containers have been long since destroyed and
7) a compaq all in one printer/fax that was at one point in it's life rained on when the boys bathroom sink overflowed (you do NOT want the details, believe me)
i am a bit disappointed that the vaccuum is still there, that is usually a big ticket item. oh well as i write this the truck is approaching to take it all away...you snooze you lose.
this is the list of things that i can see has been removed so far...
1)a rug that i bought at wal mart for $19 and sat under my dining room table for 1 1/2 years (keep in mind i have 3 kids),
2) a 2 drawer metal file cabinet that is probably 20 years old (i knew that would go quick),
3) a boom box that has only 1 of it's 2 speakers, and no cover over the tape door,
4) 2 cracked flower pots,
5) the pool table top to one of those 7 in 1 game tables for kids, unfortunately i guess they didn't need the air hockey top to complete their collection.
6) several rubbermaid/sterlite container tops, that the containers have been long since destroyed and
7) a compaq all in one printer/fax that was at one point in it's life rained on when the boys bathroom sink overflowed (you do NOT want the details, believe me)
i am a bit disappointed that the vaccuum is still there, that is usually a big ticket item. oh well as i write this the truck is approaching to take it all away...you snooze you lose.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
who needs spelling anyway?
i needed to take a break....aarrrggghhhhh. my youngest son, he's 7, is the apple of moms eye. was the greatest gift i ever received. he came especially for me, my gram died when he was 6 days old, and i knew thats why i had him. but the kid cannot spell. not only can he not spell, he really doesn't care one way or another on the matter. he brings home a 40% like he would say an 85%. i do not understand him. i was anal in school, i lived in fear of forgetting homework, or doing bad on a test. my older 2 boys always did well, and wanted to be prepared. NOT this guy. he simply does not give a hoot. he will never have a heart attack or stress.
i have told him no less than 15 times in the last 10 minutes to please sit down and study. now i know you're saying, "nice parenting, kids failing spelling and you are on the computer instead of working with him". you have no clue. we have been studying this weeks words since fri night. he knows the words he just will not pay attention long enough to finish the word. he wanders off in thought and starts to tell me a story, or sharpen his pencil, erase...go to the bathroom is his personal fav. he could be in there for 10-15 minutes during homework. this week is the last week of spelling for the year, i may have a party. i can feel the noose loosening already. and i am so depressed by the fact that no more spelling has become such an event in my life...
i have told him no less than 15 times in the last 10 minutes to please sit down and study. now i know you're saying, "nice parenting, kids failing spelling and you are on the computer instead of working with him". you have no clue. we have been studying this weeks words since fri night. he knows the words he just will not pay attention long enough to finish the word. he wanders off in thought and starts to tell me a story, or sharpen his pencil, erase...go to the bathroom is his personal fav. he could be in there for 10-15 minutes during homework. this week is the last week of spelling for the year, i may have a party. i can feel the noose loosening already. and i am so depressed by the fact that no more spelling has become such an event in my life...
question
i just received the estimate to repair my camera and i am filled with awe. i have a digital canon rebel, it was a gift for christmas 2 years ago and i love it, i really do. i never thought i would part with my trusty nikon film, but the canon has filled a void in my life, you know the one, instant gratification?
anyway one day i walked in to my 12 year old son and 15 year old neice PLAYING (!!!!!!) with the camera. HELLO? they knew that camera was not a toy...hell the 7 yr old knows it's not to be touched. i swear those 2 had to be possessed or something to even think of touching it...but they did. fast fwd a week or so, i go to put the flash card back in and something is wrong. pull the flash card out and peer in. it appears as though a pin is bent inside. GRRRRR everyone i took it to suggested just sending it to canon for repair, no one wanted to risk doing further damage. well i sent it to canon and they just emailed me my repair estimate.
$206.00.....WHAT!!!!! it is broken down to be $180 labor and $26 parts. so my question is...how did they sell the entire camera for $900, if it costs $206 just to replace a pin or 2? they must be losing a ton of $$$$. those 2 kids are going to be slaves this summer!!
anyway one day i walked in to my 12 year old son and 15 year old neice PLAYING (!!!!!!) with the camera. HELLO? they knew that camera was not a toy...hell the 7 yr old knows it's not to be touched. i swear those 2 had to be possessed or something to even think of touching it...but they did. fast fwd a week or so, i go to put the flash card back in and something is wrong. pull the flash card out and peer in. it appears as though a pin is bent inside. GRRRRR everyone i took it to suggested just sending it to canon for repair, no one wanted to risk doing further damage. well i sent it to canon and they just emailed me my repair estimate.
$206.00.....WHAT!!!!! it is broken down to be $180 labor and $26 parts. so my question is...how did they sell the entire camera for $900, if it costs $206 just to replace a pin or 2? they must be losing a ton of $$$$. those 2 kids are going to be slaves this summer!!
hawaii
i couldn't think of a better way to title this. it's so dreary here this morning, and i am not complaining. the weather has been incredible the last few weeks, esp for this neck of the woods. but i am daydreaming about summer and vaca. unfortunately this year we do not have time to go far or for long. but it's ok, really. last year we spent close to 6 weeks in Hawaii, mostly on big island. (poor me) but i wanna go baacck (whaaaaaa). so these are my thoughts today enjoy...
a small beach near Kona
I stayed here last Jan, our friends own the house and this was the view
thats diamond head crater
Pololu lookout on the NW tip of big island...the other side is an incredible
green valley
maui in the background
boys in the pool at hilton waikoloa
a small beach near Kona
I stayed here last Jan, our friends own the house and this was the viewthats diamond head crater
Pololu lookout on the NW tip of big island...the other side is an incrediblegreen valley
maui in the background
boys in the pool at hilton waikoloa
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
........
sometimes i look at my life and feel like there is no way i can actually go through another day, then i get a reality check and realize how lucky i am. my sister and i joke sometimes that we must have been hitler and judas in previous lives. it seems unthinkable that two people who, in all honesty, are good caring, concerned people, could be dealt some of the crap we have had in our lives.
then to escape my testosterone fueled morning, i decide to go hide at my friends salon and grease up and lay in the tanning bed for a few. come out share some conversation with women, amen, and try to laugh some of the lsat couple of days off. when i walk in there is a basket of orange bands to help support a local family who has a child suffering leukemia. OK....how can i be such a selfish jerk? my kids are healthy, my husband is healthy, and just sunday night we were discussing our family vacation this year. i have money in the bank, and food on the table. i think we all forget sometimes there is always someone who would love to be in our shoes, grief, messy house and attitude throwing men included.
then to escape my testosterone fueled morning, i decide to go hide at my friends salon and grease up and lay in the tanning bed for a few. come out share some conversation with women, amen, and try to laugh some of the lsat couple of days off. when i walk in there is a basket of orange bands to help support a local family who has a child suffering leukemia. OK....how can i be such a selfish jerk? my kids are healthy, my husband is healthy, and just sunday night we were discussing our family vacation this year. i have money in the bank, and food on the table. i think we all forget sometimes there is always someone who would love to be in our shoes, grief, messy house and attitude throwing men included.
thank God I am not a man...
and i don't mean that in a new agey, "i am so happy to bear life and be the nuturer" blah blah blah stuff. (not that there is anything wrong with people who feel that way) i mean i am so glad i do not have to be that way. i would hate myself if i had to get all worked up with every little thing that didn't work the way you wanted it to. i would not like knowing people despised the fact that my mantra for life should be "hurry up and wait". I would be unbearable if i was completely lacking in patience and tolerance, and i do not honestly think i could ever tell my wife at 7:30 am that this certain thing NEEDED to be taken care of immediately and that there was no compromise allowed what so ever. then when unfortunately it wasn't going to happen exactly the way you wanted, you were entitled to throw a hissy fit, then say well you work it out and call me as soon as you know something. after all this at 10:30 am (THREE full hours later, a far cry from immediately) said wife would get nothing but the nextel chic telling me he was trying to be located.
i love my sons, and i love my husband, but i would LOVE to be surrounded by estrogen just once in a while. even if noone ever reads this i feel better already. i guess it's working.
i love my sons, and i love my husband, but i would LOVE to be surrounded by estrogen just once in a while. even if noone ever reads this i feel better already. i guess it's working.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Monday
do i really need to say any more? why is it monday's , no matter what your position or job in life may be, are always sucky? ( i think i may have spent too much time with the kids this weekend)
i overslept by a mere 10 minutes and am still suffering the aftershocks. my youngest had an unfortunate accident last night, which meant all 3 boys needed showers this am. i had 4 trucks sitting along the east coast waiting for paperwork to be faxed so they could get unloaded early and get back to hubby to get loaded today. so of course the fax machine decides to be finicky. after 20 minutes of playing with that, while fielding questions about breakfast, and listening to darling hubby tell me no less than 15 times it was urgent that these trucks get back today (DUH i have been doing this for 15 years I know the reprecussions of a missed truck). at the same time he is wondering out loud why i didn't do this last night, um because it was 10 o'clock until you got home and gave me the lists, AND you wanted dinner AND you wanted company because you hadn't seen me all week. not to mention the fact that Big Love was on and he messed that up too.
anyway got the fax machine to work, got the most urgent lists where they needed to be, had to get the oldest up, who was in no mood for morning. as hubby is asking me why he doesn't want to get up. HOW THE HECK DO I KNOW? he's your kid, he gets it from you, why don't you go bitch at him for not wanting to wake up. all this as birds (we have 3 parrotts) are screaming because they love hubby and go nuts when they see or hear him, youngest is complaining that he does not want cereal this morning, and middle is looking for his cell phone on the one day I really need him to have it, so i can save myself some grief later today. which of course he couldn't find.
hubby leaves and then comes back in to yell that something is outside that shouldn't be, i said the oldest was supposed to put it away yesterday. he reminds me how much he spent on this (in my humble opinion) useless piece of crap, that has been collecting dust in the garage for 4 years. but did he put it where i said i wanted it? noooo, when i left with the kids it was still where it was. WTF???? i remind oldest it has to be put away after school or else. to which i receive the eyeroll. my personal fav is the sigh with the eyeroll, but more on that later. go to pick up my niece, who half way to school remebers she forgot her cleats and has a softball game today. back to get the cleats and finally to drop them off.
my sobriety is a testament to my strength.
i overslept by a mere 10 minutes and am still suffering the aftershocks. my youngest had an unfortunate accident last night, which meant all 3 boys needed showers this am. i had 4 trucks sitting along the east coast waiting for paperwork to be faxed so they could get unloaded early and get back to hubby to get loaded today. so of course the fax machine decides to be finicky. after 20 minutes of playing with that, while fielding questions about breakfast, and listening to darling hubby tell me no less than 15 times it was urgent that these trucks get back today (DUH i have been doing this for 15 years I know the reprecussions of a missed truck). at the same time he is wondering out loud why i didn't do this last night, um because it was 10 o'clock until you got home and gave me the lists, AND you wanted dinner AND you wanted company because you hadn't seen me all week. not to mention the fact that Big Love was on and he messed that up too.
anyway got the fax machine to work, got the most urgent lists where they needed to be, had to get the oldest up, who was in no mood for morning. as hubby is asking me why he doesn't want to get up. HOW THE HECK DO I KNOW? he's your kid, he gets it from you, why don't you go bitch at him for not wanting to wake up. all this as birds (we have 3 parrotts) are screaming because they love hubby and go nuts when they see or hear him, youngest is complaining that he does not want cereal this morning, and middle is looking for his cell phone on the one day I really need him to have it, so i can save myself some grief later today. which of course he couldn't find.
hubby leaves and then comes back in to yell that something is outside that shouldn't be, i said the oldest was supposed to put it away yesterday. he reminds me how much he spent on this (in my humble opinion) useless piece of crap, that has been collecting dust in the garage for 4 years. but did he put it where i said i wanted it? noooo, when i left with the kids it was still where it was. WTF???? i remind oldest it has to be put away after school or else. to which i receive the eyeroll. my personal fav is the sigh with the eyeroll, but more on that later. go to pick up my niece, who half way to school remebers she forgot her cleats and has a softball game today. back to get the cleats and finally to drop them off.
my sobriety is a testament to my strength.
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