Sunday, April 27, 2008

I Dont Like Growing Up

That is all

Friday, April 25, 2008

Update: Lesson #5 in Bad Parenting (Mean Mom Edition)

The Boy refuses to get ready in the morning. All he has to do is brush his hair and teeth, eat a bowl of cereal and get dressed. I wake him at 6:30AM to do these things. I need to leave at 7:30AM to be on time for work. Well, he's made me late every.single.day. I haven't been able to get to work before 8:10AM in I don't know how long. Sometimes, I've been as late as 9AM.

Yesterday, I broke. I'd had it. I had been yelling and fussing at the child all morning until my throat was hoarse and I didn't get to work until 8:30AM. That was the limit, y'all. The Limit.

I went home last night and told him that we would be leaving from now on at 7:30AM and he would go to school in whatever state he happened to be in--pajamas, half-dressed, I didn't care.

He didn't think I was serious.

This morning, I got him up at 6:30AM, as usual. I reminded him of the new rule. Then, I got ready. I did not holler, fuss or fight with the child.

At 7:30AM, I put him under my arm, carried him to the car, took him to school and put him out on the sidewalk with, "I love you. Have a great day, son." I got to work on time for the first time in weeks.

He stood on the sidewalk, in a bit of shock, with messed up hair, dragon breath, no shirt and no shoes.



(I put a shirt, shoes, toothbrush, toothpaste and a hairbrush in his backpack. I'm not THAT mean, people. He's just lucky he had on underwear and pants, that's all I'm saying.)




UPDATE: Everyone laughed at him (and me). He's mad at me but he tells me that he'll be ready at 7:30AM Monday morning. I'll update again then. But other things got in the way.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

I Think Something Is Wrong With Me

Three nights in a row I've actually come home and made dinner
Granted not three course meals but also not "Look POP-TARTS" or not eating and waking up at 3 looking for Frito Corn Chips.

I'm worried

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Revelations for Secretaries Day

I caught myself typing the following sentence,without irony:

I’ve written your CPT letter and left it for Dr. D's signature. However, when I was looking at your GMAP, I noticed that your TPC section GPA is less than 3.3. Were you aware of this issue?



I have been a freaking bureaucrat for too long!

Happy Secretaries Day to me and all the other folks out there who do this thankless work that turns a person into an acronym-spouting PITA to the rest of the world.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Just Wanted To Say

I love you guys and Gals!

That is all

:)

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Really I Dont Know How

I get talked into these things


Monday, April 14, 2008

Now I've seen it all

Pat fucking Buchanon calling Barry X condescending and elitist is just to full of irony.

Mr Pat and his non americuhn made car telling the folks of small towns how they feel.

I must say so far I haven't been happy with the new Dan Abrams Show verdict on MSNBC but he hit this one out o the park basically saying "Ah guys media created controversy here. There's no there there"

And I couldn't agree more.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

A Video for Saturday

Something about this song appeals to me. I'm not exactly sure what, though. ;)



(h/t to Angelos)

Monday, April 7, 2008

Hmm, I've Always Wondered

bedroom toys
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And now I know.

(h/t to Linda)

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Perhaps some sort of a talk is in order

Robin, over breakfast: I love butter so much, that if butter gave a concert I would go.

Me: What if butter sang ugly music?

Robin: I would go anyway.
And while I was getting butter's autograph, I would eat him.
Or her.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Thanks

Just wanted to say thanks for all the good thoughts for Sister2 and all the nice comments left at my place on her check up.

You guys and gals (as always) ROCK!

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Any Spare Good thought Are Appreciated

CALLING ALL SPARE GOOD THOUGHTS
CALLING ALL SPARE GOOD THOUGHTS

Sister2 sees her oncologist Thursday to see how her breast cancer in her lung is reacting to treatment.

Before Ma got sick I never was a big believer in "ohh someone was thinking something positive and it helped" kind of guy.

But I saw it first hand. I know all those people who had never met her but who always asked about her progress and condition gave my Mother more time than she would have otherwise had.

I was able to get back to home and have one last conversation with my Mother because of all of those people thinking of her and wishing her good and sending love and hope.

So now I'm asking for whatever spare good thoughts y'all have to spare for Sister2.

I can't imagine my life without her there to kick my ass and keep me in line.