Can I just say

when your alarm goes off at 4:51 am it makes for a really long day.

UGH!

Ok. I am a generally easy going, fun loving, go with the flow type of person. I like to find the humor in everything that I do. I mean, being married (to John or not) I have to laugh every day cause if I don't, I would be sitting in a pretty padded room with my own swaddle jacket.

I am so dang (see mom, my strong words are coming out!) sick and tired of hearing about Michael Jackson. I mean really? The guy should have been in his own padded room. The media is glorifying the life of a pedophile. I mean, yes, I liked some of his music and he did reach millions of people but he also liked to diddle little boys!

Do I blame him? Yes and no.

I think his parents are certainly part of the problem but then he is on his own in the blame department. You don't see his brothers/sisters making the choices that he did. Having a "wardrobe malfunction" is one things, molesting is another.

Let's just hope that MJ's parents don't get custody of his kids. Who knows what they would do the second time around.

Another zumba post

I can't remember if I actually have blogged about zumba or if it is one of the million of blog entries that I have made up in my head. Like I said before, I often make up tons of blog ideas and have lots of witty things to say that I think up when I am running or working out and then by the time I get to the computer *WOOSH!* they are gone. I don't feel it is old age either ( DAD! ) I think it is just I have so much crainial activity that some things just get pushed down to the bottom of the list.

Well, if you have talked to me, texted me, chatted with me or been anywhere near me, my exercise A.D.D. has another log on the fire. I absolutely love zumba class. If you are unfamiliar with it it is dance class for adults. It is hip hop, salsa, belly dancing, and contemporary all thrown into an hour class where you just have fun. I am all on board with this one!

The instructor is an older version of how I picture my friends girl in a few years. Like Monica, she has an infectious smile. You just can't help but smile when she is looking at you.

So I am standing near the front being hidden from the mirror by a woman that is clearly older than my mom. That way I don't have to watch myself. In my head I am doing all the same moves as the instructor and I look just like her (or a slightly older and heavier version of her since she doesn't have the "I gave birth to two big headed kids" pooch that I do). Half way through the class after watching the woman in front me popping her hips and gyrating to the music it occurred to me why the instrictor always has a smile on her face.....she gets to watch us all look like morons.

I *SO* can't wait until the next class!

May 14th....really now

So what is that you ask? That is the day of my initial interview at a preschool that I want to work at. Why is that significant you ask? Because it has been that long and they still don't have an answer.

About 3 weeks ago, I called them and was told that another woman wanted to "meet" me. Ok...buy me dinner and I will be happy, er..ok. Let's meet.

I was told I would have an answer by Friday (that was last Friday).

So I called back on Tuesday to see if I got the position that I was told I would hear about on Friday (they dropped the ball on that one, eh?) and was told I had to wait another week and a half that the woman was attending to some family problems.

By this time I am just ready to give up. I mean really? C'mon. So I log onto email today and the original woman says a position has opened up (uh, weren't there two available that I was interviewing for??? hrm...) and could I come into the classroom for an hour on Wed.

John could barely contain his excitement.

Now.....I have to have a serious one on one with myself and figure out if I want to go from doing nothing all day, working out when I want, doing what I want, reading in the tub until I become a raisin type day to a 40 *gasp* hour work week. Granted I could pay off my three cc's in one week but that is quite the sacrifice.

I am a firm believer that John is just being selfish. There are another 40 hours in his week that he could go get another job. Why me?

crack open a beer

or a water the party is done!

This morning we had a little party for my big 7 year old. It was so exciting for him that Anthony was up at 6am waiting for his big day to start. John sent him to bed and he came back at 612am asking if he went back to bed for long enough. Good thing I was at the gym and he didn't wake me up!

I put together a present treasure hunt for him and he found all his presents and was done for the day. See, he finally got a Nintendo DS. He was thrilled and the day could be over for him and it would have been great. But no, at 930am the doorbell rang, it was guest #1.

The other kids showed up closer to 10 and it was time to let the water gun fight begin. Then, we brought out the water balloons that took us 5 hours to fill up. 5 minutes later they were grabbing their water guns again and it looked as though there was a pound of confetti on the grass. Me being me I made a contest to see who could collect the most balloons off the ground. Surprisingly every kid jumped to the task happily! Although no one was happier than me!

After cake and ice cream, the parents came to pick up and I sat in a corner nursing a cold one. All in all it was a good day....sad but good!

Dad!!!

Simply put I have the bestest dad in the world. Then when I got married, I was welcomed into a family with another bestest dad in the world. Love you both!

My craft room

is almost complete! I love it in here and have created some really wonderful things like these cards....

I have class tonight!!!

Zumba class....the booty shaking hip moving crazy arse class that I wish I had found sooner.

I sure hope John shows up soon or I may be able to talk myself out of going.....I have to hurry up and exercise before my body realizes what I want it to do!!!

Oh the love of coffee

I don't drink it that much anymore. It is added to my long list of things I don't eat/drink/do because it isn't good for me. Well today, after a very boring and long day yesterday, I decided to make a pot (well half a pot because I always finish what I start!)

It isn't just that it isn't good for me but it is just me drinking it in the morning (the kids quit cold turkey last year) and I just can't seem to go through the effort for myself.

I am here to say that I haven't found any other coffee that I love more than my Costa Rican coffee.....

Job front

Well, it seems that the "I want to meet you" meeting that I had for a second interview was just that....hey, lemme meet you.

She was nice, I was overly disgustingly nice it was a great combination.

I will know by Friday if I have a classroom or not.

Oh

the

joy

in

waiting...

as you can see from my previous post, waiting and I don't do well. Maybe I should call the three letter organization on the director...

Tuesday 6-16-09

It is about this time of year 7 years ago that I was contemplating calling the AMA, ADA, FBI, CIA (and any other three letter organizations that you could think of) on my very beloved and well respected doctor back in MA.

See, I was very big fat pregnant and my son was taking his sweet arse old time coming out. He needed to be served his eviction notice and my doctor said he was fine. HE might have been fine but I certainly was not. I was still working and running after a very busy toddler who didn't know the art of laying on the sofa doing nothing all day.

It was very much time for his arrival to be here and for me to get my stretch marked stomach back to my very own self. I have a picture of my daughter playing in the ghetto pool and me sitting there with my feet in the pool waiting.

As you can guess, I was not very happy with the woman that held the pitocin filled needle in her hand....and now, I wish she would have followed me stalkishly out here to AZ. Finding a new doctor is sucking. (I am cleverly changing the subject of this post as to distract myself that my baby is going to be turning 7 in less than a week).

What to do!

I have been up since 5....sweated with a girl who belonged in the 80's. (I am not going to fully make fun of this girl but when you are the "leader" of the class and are wearing white pants, when you make us bend over, make sure your white underwear isn't riding up the crack of your arse. We are looking ya know)

I am now listening to the sound of my favorite gift from my hubby....my kitchen aide mixer. It is kneading away at my bread as we speak. I am going a little granola crunchy and making bread sans bread maker. I am on the fence about having the kids make their own bread. It is summer after all and being the meanest mom in the world, we do homework and reports during the summer.

I will post about how it turns out later! And if you are lucky, I will make you some when you visit....

What great news!

It wasn't me being a big wussy! I have strep. Wait, um, how is that good?

It just is validation that I am not as out of shape as I was beginning to think. I was trying everything to make my muscle feel better.....alleve, tylenol, motrin cocktails, epsom salts baths, rubbing them...EVERYTHING. I am serious when I tell you it took me 10 minutes to get up the stairs. 10 MINUTES! It isn't that big of a staircase! Something wasn't right. I was hurting more than I should have been. I took my temp and I had a fever. Went to the dr today and yeah me! I have strep....again....

The dr said "do you work with children?"
I said "I just quit my dc of 10+ year where I never got strep"
He said "start hanging around more kids then!"

I knew I had a snotfall going down the back of my throat but only yesterday did I think it could be strep. I took the horse pill antibiotic (seriously, they should have just sent me home with a bottle and a syringe. I hate swallowing pills) and now, I am walking like normal again.

The dr was seriously the coolest dr in the entire facility. Funny as heck! I would tell you what he said but I am wondering if they are "you had to be there and have a temperature of 102" jokes.

Two more words

Still ouch.

I look like my mother wattling down the corridor. I swear to you. It hurts to stand up and then it takes me a good 500 yards to start to feel "normal". Don't get me wrong. I love it and am seriously on the fence about going to class tomorrow but dang it all to heck.....if I could just sit down to pee and not have to yell on the way down and have John help me on the way up. I am sure that was somewhere in the vows....

For richer or poorer
in sickness and in health
with the ability to get off the toilet alone and with help
til death do you part.

If this Alleve, Tylenol, and Motrin don't start kicking in, my death may be sooner than expected....

I have one word for you

Ouch

Holy h*ll

That was the most fun I have had in a long time! I love the class! I met a woman who plans on doing the 4 classed at 530 every morning like I am planning. Hot diggity!

Please no phone calls after 530 pm for me. I will be drooling on the sofa waiting for someone to put me to bed. I mean, I have to rest up for Spin Class tomorrow!!!

Holy h*ll

I moved to the sunniest place on the planet. So I ask you, where the heck is the sun? I will tell you. It is still curled up in a ball in its bed because it is smarter than I am.

I am sitting in all my gym clothes waiting (read goofing off on the computer so that I lose track of time and miss gym class) until class starts. It is boot camp. Now, I am not letting that scare me as I have taken classes like that before. They aren't real boot camps just women who think they are tough and all but really aren't.

So unless I sleep the day away, I will write about how tough boot camp is today and spin class is tomorrow...that is, if I don't sleep the day away. I hope to be home before anyone in the family is up. I am friggin nuts.

Sweet smell of soap

I have a cousin (or aunt as we like to call her but only cause my Mom made me not because she is old or anything) who we used to visit on a fairly regular basis when we were younger. She always used Irish Spring Soap. Now I am not sure what she uses now but every time I buy Irish Spring for my house, I am flooded with memories of being at her house. I could tell you many stories about when I was "younger" but I am still young damnit so give me a few years and I will pen them before I forget them.

*personal note to my parents and in-laws* I have yet to receive the book that I asked you to fill out a few years ago for the kids. You are not getting any younger and pretty soon you are going to be all senile and stuff and could fall and break a hip at any moment. Fill out the dang book!

Yeah, I think I made myself clear :-)

Watch out my fellow rappers...

Its not that I don't like to eat
but shopping at you seems like such a feat

I really hate that I have to go to you weekly
when I walk through your doors, I do so weakly (seriously, what else rhymes there)

I could just starve my husband and kids
so I could sit on ebay and place my bids

on things that the kids will have to get rid of if I die
because I didn't go to the store to get them their pie

Overwhelmed is the feeling I get when I plan my menus
like I have to put on a play or cabaret venues

Why can't I hire a half naked male shopper
He could be old or an eighteen year old teeny bopper(notice I said 18..keep it legal)


It doesn't really matter if I go and buy meat
when the kids look in the full fridge there is still nothing to eat

So I will painfully go to you a some point soon
but just know that I don't want to

The End

I know the last part doesn't rhyme but I did it on purpose.....the whole artistic view point....yeah that's it.

When did this become crazy???

Madison is very 9 right now. When did it happen that we question everything and listen to no one? holy carp it is going to be a long 7 weeks if that is what I have to deal with on a daily basis!!!

We went and tried out a resturaunt that we saw featured on Diners Drive Ins and Dives with Guy Fieri. It was a pizza joint. It was ok. I was strictly instructed that I was not to order salad. That we came here for a meal and that salad wasn't a meal. So I ordered Rigatoni la Forno (pasta, artichokes, broccoli, cheese, tomatoes) and that white pasta went straight to my ass. Yeah!

What a great little town area though. It had antique shops up the ying yang and a little artsy fartsy. I of course bought my kids marshmallow shooters. They had a blast out in the back yard shooting marshmallows at each other. Oh don't you worry though, my 85 year old husband issued the warning not to do it near each others eyes as you will "lose an eye if you do" and to "make sure you pick them all up, if Frank gets any he will get really sick". Really?

So here I sit with bottle of wine in my hand (or water....read what you may) after I just took my kids out on a bike ride after running a 5k this am. It was actually over a 5k but who is counting. I am really feeling it (although if I keep drinking the wine, I wouldn't be feeling much of anything now would I, no I think not). I have been walking with my neighbor almost every day and I have to tell you....walking is boring. Seriously. I can run the same distance I walk and still have time to eat breakfast and take a shower by the time I get done walking it. Thank God she is fairly interesting to talk to or my A.D.D. would kick in and I would lose it.

Speaking of running, I have a list of races that I am planning on signing up for. They aren't until the end of the "warm" season here (heheh) I will post them when I sign up!

Hi Ho Hi Ho it's off to work we go

No silly, no job for me. I mean that I am finally getting caught up on the house mess. Inside and out.

I thought that I should hire out someone to help me clean out the back yard. Since it is a little warm outside, we haven't been using it and therefore, don't see the mess that is out there. I know what you are thinking....she is near a big city, there must be a ton of day laborers that are looking for work....and you would be right BUT I didn't use them. I birthed the ones that I hired.

I started thinking about what my wise father always says "Too much good treatments". Yeah I know it doesn't directly apply and for those of you who know the line, you know that it is his uncle and not his but that is besides the point. It also got me thinking about how little my kids have to do and how much I had to do when I was younger. (did you read the previous post on the strawberry patch?)

So I told them the only thing we had to do today when they got home from school was to clean up the backyard....AND....since it was such a big job, I would quadruple their normal per chore rate.

Yes you read right.....QUADRUPLE.....am I a great mom or what?!?! We are also having a party with some of their friends tomorrow as it is the last day my daughter will be a 4th grader and my son a 1st grader. I am super excited except I really have to get the house cleaned up now before the kids see the mess!!!

(I think my a.d.d. has spread to my blogging as I totally went off tangent)

Oh yeah, good mom.....quadruple....So I employed my little helpers and the back yard looks FABULOUS! And all it cost me was a grand total of $2. Beat that!