Happy Saturday everyone! I'm here at work! Yes, my first Saturday in AGES and I'm going it alone at that. The Tyke is doing the Seattle Kids Marathon today. Probably finished by now. I expect to hear from the Fam at some point on how he's doing. When I agreed to work today we didn't know that this was the day of the Marathon. He worked so hard to get there that I feel just awful that I can't be there for him as he crosses the finish line.
In other news, I've got a head cold! I never used to get sick at all. I mean I was the kid who ran out in the snow with wet hair wearing shorts and never was sick. I don't think I ever had The Flu my entire life. Then I had a baby and my whole immune system went to shit. I'd get colds left and right. Sad fact is that I'm such a baby that I am a really bad patient when I've got any sort of illness. I feel that I should be pampered to the fullest when I am sick. So here I am, with nobody to pamper me, at work all alone, and super grouchy!
What I'd really like to do tonight or tomorrow is to make some Holiday Cookies or something. Not that I'm going to eat them, I just want to help bake them. Unfortunately for me though, nobody wants to bake cookies with someone who is sick. I say the germs bake out in the oven! Isn't a cold no longer contagious once you start with the symptoms anyway? Or did I just make that up? Ok, I've just checked with WebMD who says that it's contagious for the first few days of the cold. So let's see...symptoms started really on Thanksgiving so I've already given it to all of my family, yesterday I was in bed all day, I should be good to go today! Yet I'm at work. Goody. No cookies for me.
Ok, so I won't make cookies this weekend. Who cares? I've got a month of cookie making time! Bonus is that I've got the week between Christmas and New Year's off so I can do something then. Plus what I could do tonight and tomorrow is get out all my decorations and such for Christmas. I love doing that! I'm not sure I'll be able to get a tree this year. If I do it'll be a REALLY SMALL table top type tree. This just means I can use all the lights in the windows at home! Now if it would snow this year, which it's not too likely to do, a perfect Holiday Season would be had. By me at least.
Thanks for wasting your time with me. It was eventful. Really. Now I suppose I'll go get some work done!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
So completely forced!
I've been forced to post something. Seeing as how my life is devoid of actual excitement I find this incredibly hard to do. More than incredibly hard actually. Mostly because I have no idea what it is that I am supposed to be writing here. Should it come to me in the next few moments I'll let ya know, but so far I gots nothing.
I can see that you've stuck it out so far. That first paragraph about nothing was a bore I know. Yet here I am in paragraph two with again, nothing. No, wait - damn, lost it. See? It's all nothing...my life, my writing, my mad rhyming skilz. It's shit. Not THE shit, just shit.
So there you have it folks. You have just managed to waste a good two minutes of your time and I can say with a fair amount of certainty that, well, you have LOST knowledge. Yup. You know how you think that if you squeeze just one more thing into your brain some of the stuff already there will seep out? Yes well I have now managed to do that to you. See it there? That beige stuff begining to ooze out of your left ear? Yes friend that is the theme song to 'Gimme a Break'. Granted that this isn't a huge loss of grey matter. I mean really if you were to get upset about any missing 80's sitcom theme song it should be, oh I don't know, Diff'rent Strokes. We've gone far byond our point though.
Okay, okay...enough. I'm done. Blame it on the person who made me update that you've wasted this valuable time here with me.
I can see that you've stuck it out so far. That first paragraph about nothing was a bore I know. Yet here I am in paragraph two with again, nothing. No, wait - damn, lost it. See? It's all nothing...my life, my writing, my mad rhyming skilz. It's shit. Not THE shit, just shit.
So there you have it folks. You have just managed to waste a good two minutes of your time and I can say with a fair amount of certainty that, well, you have LOST knowledge. Yup. You know how you think that if you squeeze just one more thing into your brain some of the stuff already there will seep out? Yes well I have now managed to do that to you. See it there? That beige stuff begining to ooze out of your left ear? Yes friend that is the theme song to 'Gimme a Break'. Granted that this isn't a huge loss of grey matter. I mean really if you were to get upset about any missing 80's sitcom theme song it should be, oh I don't know, Diff'rent Strokes. We've gone far byond our point though.
Okay, okay...enough. I'm done. Blame it on the person who made me update that you've wasted this valuable time here with me.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Day 9...wait, what happened to 3-8?
I'll tell you what happened...I suck at this. There you have it. So I'll review the days since. Let's see - so that would have left us off at last Saturday, right?
Saturday was The Tyke's first big soccer game. With only one practice under thier belt it was sure to be a real treat. It turned out that most of the kids had played before so knew the deal. Poor little one was a bit confused but did manage an almost-goal. Any proud parent will tell you an almost-goal is just as good. Any kid will tell you though, that it's not. They ended up losing 4-2 but I thought it was a good game anyway.
I can't remember for the life of me what we did after that...no wait - I babysat for Hailey. That was lots of fun and her folks certainly needed a nitght out on the town. We ordered Pizza which she can't eat because Meat is her Friend, and she doesn't eat her Friends. So she got Mac N Cheese which she didn't mind at all. Really, when you are 2 there isn't much more to life than Mac N Cheese. We read some, and she watched The Aristocats with The Tyke. She also watched some Gilmore Girls with me while eating.
There is one small problem with having other kids over to your house. Well, for me there is. See, The Kid thinks I'm OCD. I probably partly am but mostly I want to keep the place clean. Which is a horrible thing to try to do as a mother in general, but when you have an alien (by which I mean not your own) child in the house it's all that much harder to keep it up. Because, well, they don't always have the same tidy-ness habits as you do. So while I tried and tried to let poor Hailey eat her Mac in peace, I was sticking my hand below her mouth at every bite so as not to have a single macaroni fall to the ground. I had wipes and napkins a plenty to wipe her mouth too. I know...bad.
This brings us to Sunday (sorry - this is proving to be a wee bit longer than I had anticiapted). Sunday The Tyke and I did breakfast and then on to Costco for my newest addiction - Vitamin Water. Say what you will about it, but I like it and it's a hell of a lot cheaper than going to Starbucks twice a day. We also bought some shampoo and beef jerky. Seems like a waste to drive up there just for those few items, but it was worth it to me. The remainder of Sunday was spent cleaning since you can never be clean enough. The LG's invited us to join them at Azteca for dinner and we all piled into my ride (sweet it is not) and headed out. Tep Tep wasn't feeling too hot, so the ride home was, um, interesting. The Somerset and I were gonna make a pit stop which Tep Tep was too out of it to realize. I had to make some last minute driving choices (guided by the wanting - no NEEDING - to get home Tep Tep) and get to the LG's pad ASAP. We just ditched her and headed to the closest Starbucks. We heded back to the LG's for the season premire of the Simpsons which The Tyke had been waiting all week for. Tep Tep was still not well, but agreed to a game of pool in the cabana at the condo. Somerset and I got our asses beat! Ok, not really. My game has actually MUCH improved. We lost ONLY because I scratched on the 8 ball. Sucky.
Sunday night/early Monday moring (like 1:30) I got up from my nice warm bed to the un-lovely sensation of rising bile. Yeah me - I got sick! I barfed my brains out, or at least most of the acids in my stomach and headed back to sleep. The Kid barely noticed he was out so cold. My insides were having some sort of battle with bacteria all through the night. I finally got up for work and got The Tyke off to school. I barely made it to work I was so out of it. So I waited for my Lovely Co-Worker to arrive and broke the news to her. I helped get everyting set and organized and made sure her lunch was covered and headed home. None too soon I might add as the bacteria was winning. I made another trip to the Porcelain God and fell asleep until The Tyke got home from school. We ran a quick errand and then off to soccer practice. The Kid got home before us and was sitting on the couch watching some TV when we got there. The Tyke and I picked up some food and we ate dinner watching the last disc of Smallville Season 1.
By Tuesday I was better enough to stay at work but was still somewhat dazed. The day plodded along with not much to report in the way of activity. My Mom took The Tyke for dinner and I got some alone time until both the boys returned from thier respective outings. More Smallville and then off to bed.
Wednesday there was a mid-day meeting by most at work so I held down the fort. I don't really remember doing much else. Hell I don't even remember what was for dinner that night. Oh, shit - no I do remember. I went to the Laundry. Yes. I had a grilled cheese at Flame and the nice lady at the Laundry let The Tyke watch her TV and let me read the new magazines. Not all that exciting.
Thursday I was at the mid-day meeting and only took a half lunch since I had to leave early for soccer. Took The Tyke to practice and my Mom brought Graci (Goodness Gracious) to me for some sitting. I'd told her I'd doggie sit. The kids were pretty rough at practice and Bi-Polar boy got a little out of control. At one point a kid touched him and he screamed "Get off me you jerk!" and then played again like nothing happened. This was my cue to make sure that I bring his meds just in case practice goes over and it's that time. It was almost 6:30 and it's pretty evident when he goes past 6:15 that he needs his meds. Another kid got tripped or fell and chipped a tooth, busting his lip in the process. Bleeding, he left with his mom. Then, the horrible thing happened. See, I had warned The Tyke that as a child of his age I was smacked in the face with a soccer ball. Well, last night it happened to him. I was standing, watching as one kid kicked the ball from the goalie box. In slow-mo the ball arcs up in the air and bens him right in the face. He just stood there a minute. Then the tears came. He didn't cry out loud, but just stood there with moisture crawling down his cheeks. Frozen he stood there until his group made a goal and they were out. Then he pouted on the sidelines. I walked over to him and asked if he was ok. He mumbled something and I knew to leave him be. When the coach asked at the end of practice what the kids learned, The Tyke says, "I learned that everyone's trying to be a daredevil!" which the coach actually understood meant that the kids were too rough and said so to the rest of the team. He'd seen it too, so I guess the daredevil thing made sense to him.
Today I learned that my Brother and SIL had to give up Chuy, the dog they've had for 4 years. It's sad. Sad twice over because my Mom might also have to give up her dog whom I love as my own. Hopefully it will all work out. Hopefully.
So, sorry it's taken me so long to update, and sorry it was such a long post. I really will try to a) be more timely and b) be less boring.
Saturday was The Tyke's first big soccer game. With only one practice under thier belt it was sure to be a real treat. It turned out that most of the kids had played before so knew the deal. Poor little one was a bit confused but did manage an almost-goal. Any proud parent will tell you an almost-goal is just as good. Any kid will tell you though, that it's not. They ended up losing 4-2 but I thought it was a good game anyway.
I can't remember for the life of me what we did after that...no wait - I babysat for Hailey. That was lots of fun and her folks certainly needed a nitght out on the town. We ordered Pizza which she can't eat because Meat is her Friend, and she doesn't eat her Friends. So she got Mac N Cheese which she didn't mind at all. Really, when you are 2 there isn't much more to life than Mac N Cheese. We read some, and she watched The Aristocats with The Tyke. She also watched some Gilmore Girls with me while eating.
There is one small problem with having other kids over to your house. Well, for me there is. See, The Kid thinks I'm OCD. I probably partly am but mostly I want to keep the place clean. Which is a horrible thing to try to do as a mother in general, but when you have an alien (by which I mean not your own) child in the house it's all that much harder to keep it up. Because, well, they don't always have the same tidy-ness habits as you do. So while I tried and tried to let poor Hailey eat her Mac in peace, I was sticking my hand below her mouth at every bite so as not to have a single macaroni fall to the ground. I had wipes and napkins a plenty to wipe her mouth too. I know...bad.
This brings us to Sunday (sorry - this is proving to be a wee bit longer than I had anticiapted). Sunday The Tyke and I did breakfast and then on to Costco for my newest addiction - Vitamin Water. Say what you will about it, but I like it and it's a hell of a lot cheaper than going to Starbucks twice a day. We also bought some shampoo and beef jerky. Seems like a waste to drive up there just for those few items, but it was worth it to me. The remainder of Sunday was spent cleaning since you can never be clean enough. The LG's invited us to join them at Azteca for dinner and we all piled into my ride (sweet it is not) and headed out. Tep Tep wasn't feeling too hot, so the ride home was, um, interesting. The Somerset and I were gonna make a pit stop which Tep Tep was too out of it to realize. I had to make some last minute driving choices (guided by the wanting - no NEEDING - to get home Tep Tep) and get to the LG's pad ASAP. We just ditched her and headed to the closest Starbucks. We heded back to the LG's for the season premire of the Simpsons which The Tyke had been waiting all week for. Tep Tep was still not well, but agreed to a game of pool in the cabana at the condo. Somerset and I got our asses beat! Ok, not really. My game has actually MUCH improved. We lost ONLY because I scratched on the 8 ball. Sucky.
Sunday night/early Monday moring (like 1:30) I got up from my nice warm bed to the un-lovely sensation of rising bile. Yeah me - I got sick! I barfed my brains out, or at least most of the acids in my stomach and headed back to sleep. The Kid barely noticed he was out so cold. My insides were having some sort of battle with bacteria all through the night. I finally got up for work and got The Tyke off to school. I barely made it to work I was so out of it. So I waited for my Lovely Co-Worker to arrive and broke the news to her. I helped get everyting set and organized and made sure her lunch was covered and headed home. None too soon I might add as the bacteria was winning. I made another trip to the Porcelain God and fell asleep until The Tyke got home from school. We ran a quick errand and then off to soccer practice. The Kid got home before us and was sitting on the couch watching some TV when we got there. The Tyke and I picked up some food and we ate dinner watching the last disc of Smallville Season 1.
By Tuesday I was better enough to stay at work but was still somewhat dazed. The day plodded along with not much to report in the way of activity. My Mom took The Tyke for dinner and I got some alone time until both the boys returned from thier respective outings. More Smallville and then off to bed.
Wednesday there was a mid-day meeting by most at work so I held down the fort. I don't really remember doing much else. Hell I don't even remember what was for dinner that night. Oh, shit - no I do remember. I went to the Laundry. Yes. I had a grilled cheese at Flame and the nice lady at the Laundry let The Tyke watch her TV and let me read the new magazines. Not all that exciting.
Thursday I was at the mid-day meeting and only took a half lunch since I had to leave early for soccer. Took The Tyke to practice and my Mom brought Graci (Goodness Gracious) to me for some sitting. I'd told her I'd doggie sit. The kids were pretty rough at practice and Bi-Polar boy got a little out of control. At one point a kid touched him and he screamed "Get off me you jerk!" and then played again like nothing happened. This was my cue to make sure that I bring his meds just in case practice goes over and it's that time. It was almost 6:30 and it's pretty evident when he goes past 6:15 that he needs his meds. Another kid got tripped or fell and chipped a tooth, busting his lip in the process. Bleeding, he left with his mom. Then, the horrible thing happened. See, I had warned The Tyke that as a child of his age I was smacked in the face with a soccer ball. Well, last night it happened to him. I was standing, watching as one kid kicked the ball from the goalie box. In slow-mo the ball arcs up in the air and bens him right in the face. He just stood there a minute. Then the tears came. He didn't cry out loud, but just stood there with moisture crawling down his cheeks. Frozen he stood there until his group made a goal and they were out. Then he pouted on the sidelines. I walked over to him and asked if he was ok. He mumbled something and I knew to leave him be. When the coach asked at the end of practice what the kids learned, The Tyke says, "I learned that everyone's trying to be a daredevil!" which the coach actually understood meant that the kids were too rough and said so to the rest of the team. He'd seen it too, so I guess the daredevil thing made sense to him.
Today I learned that my Brother and SIL had to give up Chuy, the dog they've had for 4 years. It's sad. Sad twice over because my Mom might also have to give up her dog whom I love as my own. Hopefully it will all work out. Hopefully.
So, sorry it's taken me so long to update, and sorry it was such a long post. I really will try to a) be more timely and b) be less boring.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Day 2 - Off to a good start...
So today I woke up SUPER early (ok, I woke up at 6:45) and got ready for my day. I had a meeting downtown for the Team Captains for this year's Heart Walk. I am really excited for this year's evnet and hope I can raise more than the $75.00 I did last year. That kinda sucked. So if you too would like to help me out, click HERE to donate for this worthy cause.
I am the one responsible for opening up shop here at work Monday thru Friday. I generally get here around 8:30 to open at 9:00. Today I got here at 8:58 due to the meeting. At least I made it and nobody had to scramble to cover for me. We had some visitors here to get info about some stuff to do with work (trying not to be specific in the event that I need vent about things one day). This lasted a good long while. I was then able to finish my Heart Walk page and get the starter e-mails out. Then posted it on my MySpace, and now I'm here. It's break time and I'm ready to go home. Only because I'm tired as all get-out. I have to help a co-worker at 2:00 set up for an event tomorrow, which I'm not even a part of. Just goes to show what a good team player I am!
Today is also my Mom's birthday. She's 62 years young, although I'm not sure she would agree on the young part anymore. Oh well. She needs my son's SSN for her new work and I am reluctant to pass it on thru e-mail. I suppose I should really do something for her tonite but I'm low on funds. The Kid would of course kill me if ever I used the grocery money to take my Mom out. I should have just asked for some cash before he left for work. Oh well. Next time. She owes me money anyway so I think we're even on that front. I'll have The Tyke make a card too.
So, break's up and I've gotta return to work. Possible updates on the lack of adventures of my day later on.
I am the one responsible for opening up shop here at work Monday thru Friday. I generally get here around 8:30 to open at 9:00. Today I got here at 8:58 due to the meeting. At least I made it and nobody had to scramble to cover for me. We had some visitors here to get info about some stuff to do with work (trying not to be specific in the event that I need vent about things one day). This lasted a good long while. I was then able to finish my Heart Walk page and get the starter e-mails out. Then posted it on my MySpace, and now I'm here. It's break time and I'm ready to go home. Only because I'm tired as all get-out. I have to help a co-worker at 2:00 set up for an event tomorrow, which I'm not even a part of. Just goes to show what a good team player I am!
Today is also my Mom's birthday. She's 62 years young, although I'm not sure she would agree on the young part anymore. Oh well. She needs my son's SSN for her new work and I am reluctant to pass it on thru e-mail. I suppose I should really do something for her tonite but I'm low on funds. The Kid would of course kill me if ever I used the grocery money to take my Mom out. I should have just asked for some cash before he left for work. Oh well. Next time. She owes me money anyway so I think we're even on that front. I'll have The Tyke make a card too.
So, break's up and I've gotta return to work. Possible updates on the lack of adventures of my day later on.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
The Players
Me - I'm Carrie. The neurotic, spastic, boring one. I go by Mexico. Name was given to me by a friend to differentiate me and another Carrie and it sorta stuck.
The Kid - This will be the moniker used for my wanting to be anonymous amour. He's a mechanic.
The Tyke - This is Emilio, my ADHD, Bi-Polar 8 year old.
The LG'S - These are my Ladies Gay. There are many of them but mostly I will be referring to the Married ones whom I love dearly as they are two of my Bestest Friends.
Pug Mama - This is another of my Bestests Friends who - duh, loves and owns Pugs. She also has this cutie-pie daughter Hailey who I sometimes watch so Pug Mama and her soon-to-be betrothed (is that even a word?) can spend time together.
Mom - well, this should be blatantly obvious...
Dad/Papa - this would be my Dad, Papa to The Tyke.
Then there are other folks like my dear Lorraine, my Brother and SIL with their little Jamie, Stacy, Sarah the brain, and random work people. I'll try and not talk about them so as not to get myself into anything I shouldn't be.
Day 1: Let's see how long I can keep this up
So - here I am. Day one. I suppose you want some juicy tidbits about my life, my day as it passes restlessly by me. Sorry to dissapoint. I mean, not that I won't share, but it's not all that. My day to day goes something like this:
Get up
Take thyroid pill
Browse Internet
Check Work E-mail
Take Shower
Check Work E-mail
Get The Tyke up
Get The Tyke medicated
Get The Tyke dressed & Fed
Get The Tyke to School
Go to Jamba Juice
Go to Work
Browse Internet
Work some
Work some more
Go to Lunch
Back to work
Work some more
Get The Tyke
Go home
Make dinner for The Tyke
Make Lean Cuisine for me
Watch Some TV
Browse Internet
Read
Go to Bed
Somewhere in all of this The Kid has eaten too, and maybe some of the TV was done by the both of us. This is of course just a weekday. Weekends tend to be similar, only 'work some' would be replaced by things like - went to the LG's, or went to Mom's.
Today is the second day of school for the Tyke, and also the first day of soccer practice so it's been a little more action packed. The kid's medication form hasn't reached school yet, so I have to run up to the school every noon until then to pill him up. It's only 5 minutes away, and accross the street from the homestead, so I stopped in and did the dishes. I then stopped for a $5.00 sandwich from Ken's which was nummy but not worth the money I paid. Could have saved the dough and eaten a sammy at home while I was there. The Mr. has been requesting a washing of the car (since birds shat all over it last week - or two weeks ago) and I finnaly gave in and spent the remainder of my lunch doing that. I missed some spots, but at least got the crap off.
So here we are, here and now with my day. I decided that since I am a failed writer (I lack motivation) I should start a blog and see if I can actually keep it up. I am eagerly awaiting Trent posting Paris' mug shot, so I'll spend the rest of the afternoon with him.
Get up
Take thyroid pill
Browse Internet
Check Work E-mail
Take Shower
Check Work E-mail
Get The Tyke up
Get The Tyke medicated
Get The Tyke dressed & Fed
Get The Tyke to School
Go to Jamba Juice
Go to Work
Browse Internet
Work some
Work some more
Go to Lunch
Back to work
Work some more
Get The Tyke
Go home
Make dinner for The Tyke
Make Lean Cuisine for me
Watch Some TV
Browse Internet
Read
Go to Bed
Somewhere in all of this The Kid has eaten too, and maybe some of the TV was done by the both of us. This is of course just a weekday. Weekends tend to be similar, only 'work some' would be replaced by things like - went to the LG's, or went to Mom's.
Today is the second day of school for the Tyke, and also the first day of soccer practice so it's been a little more action packed. The kid's medication form hasn't reached school yet, so I have to run up to the school every noon until then to pill him up. It's only 5 minutes away, and accross the street from the homestead, so I stopped in and did the dishes. I then stopped for a $5.00 sandwich from Ken's which was nummy but not worth the money I paid. Could have saved the dough and eaten a sammy at home while I was there. The Mr. has been requesting a washing of the car (since birds shat all over it last week - or two weeks ago) and I finnaly gave in and spent the remainder of my lunch doing that. I missed some spots, but at least got the crap off.
So here we are, here and now with my day. I decided that since I am a failed writer (I lack motivation) I should start a blog and see if I can actually keep it up. I am eagerly awaiting Trent posting Paris' mug shot, so I'll spend the rest of the afternoon with him.
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