Heath Ledger passed away last week, as I'm sure most of you know. He was an amazing actor. I enjoyed watching him. He played some amazingly tough rolls and acted as if they came naturally.
Despite the cause of his death, he was one of my favorite actors. And today I'm a little peeved at all the negative media. Someone is posing as his father to get information. There are private videos of him possibly doing drugs that the news is showing. Talk of overdose in the media.
I think its a shame that this persons personal life is dragged through the mud when he isn't even here to defend himself. Can you imagine having every stupid thing you did in your past brought up after you died?
Why can't we just let celebrities who leave this world too soon rest in peace? Why can't they be remembered for the wonderful things they did, instead of the stupid/unfortunate things they did.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
So far 2008 isn't that great
Its been roughly a month since I updated this thing, and to be honest I was just waiting for something fun and great to happen. But nothing that good has happened, so I will just regal you with what has happened this year.
Christmas was a huge bright spot. The kids were great, the food, the presents, it was all really good. It was very hectic because I hosted Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, a Fight Night, and then New Years Eve party. So I was really busy and spent most of my time cleaning but it was a lot of fun.
Brian and I went to Vegas the second week of January. It wasn't a bad trip. But it wasn't a great trip either. We flew in on a Thursday evening and got to ride in a limo. The first time ever for me, which was kinda cool. Then we met up with a few other couples who were meeting us there. Friday was spent gambling, and walking around, Saturday night was an amazing dinner at Tao. Then dancing at a club called Tabu. This is where things started to go wrong. One of the girls we went with came down with the flu, and was stuck in the hotel room for most of the trip, and while dancing at Tabu, my phone fell out of my purse, and someone decided they wanted to keep it. But I know have a new phone, so all is right in the world.
Other than that, not much has happened. At least nothing really worthy. I'm considering a job change in the fall, we are planning a cruise for our 10 year anniversary in August, and going to DisneyLand in February.
So lets hope 2008 gets more exciting.
Christmas was a huge bright spot. The kids were great, the food, the presents, it was all really good. It was very hectic because I hosted Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, a Fight Night, and then New Years Eve party. So I was really busy and spent most of my time cleaning but it was a lot of fun.
Brian and I went to Vegas the second week of January. It wasn't a bad trip. But it wasn't a great trip either. We flew in on a Thursday evening and got to ride in a limo. The first time ever for me, which was kinda cool. Then we met up with a few other couples who were meeting us there. Friday was spent gambling, and walking around, Saturday night was an amazing dinner at Tao. Then dancing at a club called Tabu. This is where things started to go wrong. One of the girls we went with came down with the flu, and was stuck in the hotel room for most of the trip, and while dancing at Tabu, my phone fell out of my purse, and someone decided they wanted to keep it. But I know have a new phone, so all is right in the world.
Other than that, not much has happened. At least nothing really worthy. I'm considering a job change in the fall, we are planning a cruise for our 10 year anniversary in August, and going to DisneyLand in February.
So lets hope 2008 gets more exciting.
Monday, December 17, 2007
The week before Christmas
Its the week before Christmas. Well 8 days before Christmas, and I have so many things to do. I need an extra 10 days at least.
I have to quilts to bind. This shouldn't take too long. If I cut the fabric and get it all on, then I should be able to finish them on Friday during quilt class. Friday is supposed to be my day off, but I'm watching my nephew. However, Brian is off also, and he doesn't know it yet, but he is going to be watching him for me.
I have a few presents to wrap still. Nothing major, at least I'm done buying them.
I have relatives coming in from out of town. They won't be staying at my house, just visiting so that helps.
Brian and I are going to a Christmas party tonight.
Then we are going to a hockey game on Thursday.
Oh did I mention my heater still doesn't work upstairs? So Brian has been working around the clock on that, at least when he isn't working at his day job.
I'm hosting Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at my house, and my house needs a major scrub down. However when you do daycare, it is pointless to do the major scrub down until all of the kids are gone for Christmas Break. I also need to make a menu for the two days, and make a Costco run at some point.
Don't even get me started on the months of January and February. Besides this is supposed to be about Christmas stress.
I have to quilts to bind. This shouldn't take too long. If I cut the fabric and get it all on, then I should be able to finish them on Friday during quilt class. Friday is supposed to be my day off, but I'm watching my nephew. However, Brian is off also, and he doesn't know it yet, but he is going to be watching him for me.
I have a few presents to wrap still. Nothing major, at least I'm done buying them.
I have relatives coming in from out of town. They won't be staying at my house, just visiting so that helps.
Brian and I are going to a Christmas party tonight.
Then we are going to a hockey game on Thursday.
Oh did I mention my heater still doesn't work upstairs? So Brian has been working around the clock on that, at least when he isn't working at his day job.
I'm hosting Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at my house, and my house needs a major scrub down. However when you do daycare, it is pointless to do the major scrub down until all of the kids are gone for Christmas Break. I also need to make a menu for the two days, and make a Costco run at some point.
Don't even get me started on the months of January and February. Besides this is supposed to be about Christmas stress.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Tree Hunting
Saturday we spent the day in the frigid mountains searching for the perfect Christmas tree. It was actually a good day. Family all got along, tree hunting didn't take but a few hours, and after we went for pizza, then yummy clam chowder for dinner.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving
I'm almost a week late on this. But who cares. Not I at the moment! I hope you all had a wonderful, eventful thanksgiving. Mine wasn't so bad. The family was good, the extended family was OK, the kids were crazy as usual.
This year we spent Thanksgiving with my husbands family. I love them all so very much. Seriously. I get along great with my in laws. The only thing that ruined my day a little was the talk of Christmas.
See with both of our families relatively close we try to do every other holiday. Last year Brian and I discussed hosting Christmas at our house. I agreed. However little did I know I was agreeing to every year of hosting. Not a big deal to be honest, except what about when its my side of the family? They won't come. They have a tradition. I enjoyed that tradition until I got married. Then I fight about the tradition every year.
Brian doesn't like to leave the house on Christmas. He doesn't like to bus the kids around and pull them away from their toys. He doesn't like to drive for 45 minutes to sit at someone else's house.
Me on the other hand. Love it. I have always loved it.
So we are at a crossroads. He wants to stay, I want to go. His parents think we are hosting Christmas, my parents think we are traveling with them.
How do we fix this? I have no freaking clue.
Bah Hum Bug
This year we spent Thanksgiving with my husbands family. I love them all so very much. Seriously. I get along great with my in laws. The only thing that ruined my day a little was the talk of Christmas.
See with both of our families relatively close we try to do every other holiday. Last year Brian and I discussed hosting Christmas at our house. I agreed. However little did I know I was agreeing to every year of hosting. Not a big deal to be honest, except what about when its my side of the family? They won't come. They have a tradition. I enjoyed that tradition until I got married. Then I fight about the tradition every year.
Brian doesn't like to leave the house on Christmas. He doesn't like to bus the kids around and pull them away from their toys. He doesn't like to drive for 45 minutes to sit at someone else's house.
Me on the other hand. Love it. I have always loved it.
So we are at a crossroads. He wants to stay, I want to go. His parents think we are hosting Christmas, my parents think we are traveling with them.
How do we fix this? I have no freaking clue.
Bah Hum Bug
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Being different is good....Right?
I like to be different. Well kinda. I love owning things that nobody has, antique things, rare things, but not abnormal things.
In my house, I like to buy furniture that is very unlikely to be seen in anyones house. Same with my jewelry, purses, shoes, dresses, but that stops when it comes to my casual clothes.
That is weird to me.
I don't like to be to out of the norm when it comes to walking in the mall, or grocery shopping, or even walking the dog. I like to blend in, in those situations. I can't stand the thought of sticking out. Blend. Its all about blending and not being noticed. Which makes no sense since I love being the center of attention. I know, I'm a freak, and I'm OK with that.
The whole reason I started thinking of this topic was because Kyle Mclaren. He is my favorite hockey player, on my favorite home team, The San Jose Sharks.
Kyle is famous for his hip checks, fighting, and his signature yellow visor on his hockey helmet. Now if you aren't a hockey fan, you might be wondering what I am talking about. Similar to football players, hockey players wear helmets. Some have visors to protect their eyes, and the ones who do have visors, have clear visors.
But not Kyle. His is a beautiful yellow. He said he wears it because it helps him see better. I personally don't care why he wears it, but I always loved that he did, because it made him stand out. He was different. The only player in the NHL to wear a colored visor. My hero! He stands out, and doesn't care.
Well all that changed last week. He decided to go with a clear visor to try a different look he says. What?! He wants to conform and blend in? Oh the horror! How sad! Wait.....isn't that what I do? Huh, interesting. At first I was disappointed. I mean, it seemed like a really bold move, something that he has done for so long, why change it now? Then I got to thinking, why is he any different than me?
Just because he is used to playing in front of thousands of people, giving live TV interviews, being adored by fans, does that mean he is exempt from wanting to blend? Actually it probably makes the urge to blend in even stronger. I can only imagine the normalcy these players must crave. You never know when a crazed fan will track you down in Target and ask you to sign their shirt (on the back) and then ask for a picture, and respectfully shake your hand.
Anyways, good for you Kyle. I hope you find the normalcy you seek.
In my house, I like to buy furniture that is very unlikely to be seen in anyones house. Same with my jewelry, purses, shoes, dresses, but that stops when it comes to my casual clothes.
That is weird to me.
I don't like to be to out of the norm when it comes to walking in the mall, or grocery shopping, or even walking the dog. I like to blend in, in those situations. I can't stand the thought of sticking out. Blend. Its all about blending and not being noticed. Which makes no sense since I love being the center of attention. I know, I'm a freak, and I'm OK with that.
The whole reason I started thinking of this topic was because Kyle Mclaren. He is my favorite hockey player, on my favorite home team, The San Jose Sharks.
Kyle is famous for his hip checks, fighting, and his signature yellow visor on his hockey helmet. Now if you aren't a hockey fan, you might be wondering what I am talking about. Similar to football players, hockey players wear helmets. Some have visors to protect their eyes, and the ones who do have visors, have clear visors.
But not Kyle. His is a beautiful yellow. He said he wears it because it helps him see better. I personally don't care why he wears it, but I always loved that he did, because it made him stand out. He was different. The only player in the NHL to wear a colored visor. My hero! He stands out, and doesn't care.
Well all that changed last week. He decided to go with a clear visor to try a different look he says. What?! He wants to conform and blend in? Oh the horror! How sad! Wait.....isn't that what I do? Huh, interesting. At first I was disappointed. I mean, it seemed like a really bold move, something that he has done for so long, why change it now? Then I got to thinking, why is he any different than me?
Just because he is used to playing in front of thousands of people, giving live TV interviews, being adored by fans, does that mean he is exempt from wanting to blend? Actually it probably makes the urge to blend in even stronger. I can only imagine the normalcy these players must crave. You never know when a crazed fan will track you down in Target and ask you to sign their shirt (on the back) and then ask for a picture, and respectfully shake your hand.
Anyways, good for you Kyle. I hope you find the normalcy you seek.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Why is it so hard?
Exercise that is. I have the hardest time motivating myself. I have been a memeber of my local gym for about 4 years. I've gone maybe 30 times. My dad who lives next door has a personal gym in his garage. And yet, I still have to literally drag my butt over there to work out.
Once I start the workout though, I'm fine. I get into the groove, singing to my music, and can finish just fine. Its just getting started.
I do have a goal though, and you would think that would help motivate me. It doesn't. But it should. I'm going to Vegas in January with Brian for 2 nights and three glorious days. Childfree might I add. I'm so excited. Brian and I haven't been away from the kids for a full 24 hours let alone 2 days in 4 years!
Vegas however is full of nightclubs, and scantly clad women. No I don't feel I have to compete with them. But it would be nice to be in the same class. I want to buy some new jeans, expensive jeans, but I'm not going to splurge on them until the last minute. I am also in a wedding in March, with a very form fitting dress.
So if I can just get my butt in gear, workout 2-3 times a week for the next 8 weeks I should tone up and be nice and firm right?
I doesn't matter what I eat during that 8 weeks does it?
Once I start the workout though, I'm fine. I get into the groove, singing to my music, and can finish just fine. Its just getting started.
I do have a goal though, and you would think that would help motivate me. It doesn't. But it should. I'm going to Vegas in January with Brian for 2 nights and three glorious days. Childfree might I add. I'm so excited. Brian and I haven't been away from the kids for a full 24 hours let alone 2 days in 4 years!
Vegas however is full of nightclubs, and scantly clad women. No I don't feel I have to compete with them. But it would be nice to be in the same class. I want to buy some new jeans, expensive jeans, but I'm not going to splurge on them until the last minute. I am also in a wedding in March, with a very form fitting dress.
So if I can just get my butt in gear, workout 2-3 times a week for the next 8 weeks I should tone up and be nice and firm right?
I doesn't matter what I eat during that 8 weeks does it?
Monday, November 05, 2007
Halloween
This years Halloween was pretty normal and uneventful. We did the normal tour of our neighborhood. Got loaded with candy, and went into a local haunted house.
Whne we got home we seperated the candy, let the kids pick one piece each, then ushered them to bed. After they were saftely tucked away in bed, mommy and daddy raided the candy. They got some great stuff, at least 10 full size candy bars/bags!
We still have two bowls full of candy, and I am still eating eat. Actually as I type this at 9:10 am I am eating a bag of Reeses Pieces! Get this candy out!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Living Your Childhood Dreams
I was going to write today about dieting, and how much it sucks, but this guy, Professor Randy Pausch, has a much more important message that I would love to pass on to you.
is a father of three children under the age of five and a professor at Carnigie Mellon University and when he found out he had only a few months to live due to pancreas cancer, he did one "final talk" at his university.
It is truly an inspirational video. I really have no words its effect was to strong. Please watch and I hope it does the same for you, as it did for me.
Randy Pausch
is a father of three children under the age of five and a professor at Carnigie Mellon University and when he found out he had only a few months to live due to pancreas cancer, he did one "final talk" at his university.
It is truly an inspirational video. I really have no words its effect was to strong. Please watch and I hope it does the same for you, as it did for me.
Randy Pausch
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Honey I don't care about gaining weight anymore
Yes. That is what I said to my husband on Saturday. His reply? "Then I'm getting a girlfriend." And he was serious! Actually I don't think he was, but I know I scared the hell out of him.
See I'm a smaller girl, not as small as I used to be, but I've had three kids, and according to everyone, "you look great for having three kids." Isn't that like telling someone they look great for losing an eye or something? But that is another post completely.
Lately I have been in a slump. Which I am sure everyone gets in. I'm 27, three kids, hubby of almost 10 years. Not bad at all. But I tell you, its easier to want to let yourself go, when you have all of this security around. Brian wouldn't really leave me. I do way to much for him. Plus, I think he loves me or something like that.
Lets start with all the reasons its easy to let yourself go.
Three kids is a good one. If I'm not helping them with their homework, I'm running them to dance, piano, choir, or youth group. I don't get off work until 5, and then its dinner, and then showers, and then bedtime. By the time I get them to bed its 8, and I lay down on the couch, watch Myth Busters with Brian and fall asleep.
The gym is intimidating. Have you ever noticed that the only people who go to the gym, don't really need to? I never seen on flabby body there. And let me tell you, I've got some flab. Plus I have no clue what I'm doing. I don't like to sweat in front of people, even though that's what you do at the gym. I don't like to have people watch me, and even though nobody is, I just got over going to the mall alone without feeling like people think I'm a loser.
Another good excuse, the gym is far away. Never mind that while the kids are in choir and youth group two nights a week, I am literally down the street from the gym. On those nights I drive right past the gym to Old Navy and Barnes and Nobles. I have gotten some killer deals on the bargain racks!
So what it really comes down to, is I don't care. It is far easier to makes excuses as to why I can't exercise, then to actually make the effort. Right? Okay maybe not.
I have made a promise to myself to make an effort to exercise, for myself, yes. I don't want to feel like that mom who doesn't care. But also so Brian doesn't have to stress about finding a girlfriend.
See I'm a smaller girl, not as small as I used to be, but I've had three kids, and according to everyone, "you look great for having three kids." Isn't that like telling someone they look great for losing an eye or something? But that is another post completely.
Lately I have been in a slump. Which I am sure everyone gets in. I'm 27, three kids, hubby of almost 10 years. Not bad at all. But I tell you, its easier to want to let yourself go, when you have all of this security around. Brian wouldn't really leave me. I do way to much for him. Plus, I think he loves me or something like that.
Lets start with all the reasons its easy to let yourself go.
Three kids is a good one. If I'm not helping them with their homework, I'm running them to dance, piano, choir, or youth group. I don't get off work until 5, and then its dinner, and then showers, and then bedtime. By the time I get them to bed its 8, and I lay down on the couch, watch Myth Busters with Brian and fall asleep.
The gym is intimidating. Have you ever noticed that the only people who go to the gym, don't really need to? I never seen on flabby body there. And let me tell you, I've got some flab. Plus I have no clue what I'm doing. I don't like to sweat in front of people, even though that's what you do at the gym. I don't like to have people watch me, and even though nobody is, I just got over going to the mall alone without feeling like people think I'm a loser.
Another good excuse, the gym is far away. Never mind that while the kids are in choir and youth group two nights a week, I am literally down the street from the gym. On those nights I drive right past the gym to Old Navy and Barnes and Nobles. I have gotten some killer deals on the bargain racks!
So what it really comes down to, is I don't care. It is far easier to makes excuses as to why I can't exercise, then to actually make the effort. Right? Okay maybe not.
I have made a promise to myself to make an effort to exercise, for myself, yes. I don't want to feel like that mom who doesn't care. But also so Brian doesn't have to stress about finding a girlfriend.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Did I just say that?
Did you ever have a moment where you were a little ashamed of yourself? Well mine came the other day.
My youngest, William who is 3, was playing with some trains in the living room. Brian was in the kitchen, and I was doing something in our room. Brian called me into the kitchen and told me to look at William. And there he is sitting on the floor, feeding a baby doll a bottle.
Now let me say that I have never played into the gender roles of girls not playing with trucks, and boys can't play house. But this scene kind of threw me off. I looked at him, and looked at the doll, then at my husband. Brian thought it was totally cute, and was talking to William about what he was doing.
I on the other hand freaked a little. And I cannot figure out why. Now I didn't go and grab the doll away, or tell him to stop. But the first thought that came to my mind was "what are you doing! Your a boy!" Then I stopped. Why shouldn't he play with dolls? Why did it bother me. Wasn't he preparing to be a good father? (Yes I know, looking way to far into the future) The fact that he was playing with this baby, and being loving, should have made me melt. It didn't, but I'm working on that.
See little girls can play with trucks, and play sports and that is cool. Makes them tough, shows that they are too girly, and can hang with the boys. So if its OK for girls do do boy things, why can't boys do girl things? Is the world so full of stereotypes that we are afraid what our boys might turn into if we allow them to play with girl things? I mean honestly what is the worst thing that can happen?
So while I was ashamed of myself for my minor freak out, it also made me think. Which is always a good thing.
My youngest, William who is 3, was playing with some trains in the living room. Brian was in the kitchen, and I was doing something in our room. Brian called me into the kitchen and told me to look at William. And there he is sitting on the floor, feeding a baby doll a bottle.
Now let me say that I have never played into the gender roles of girls not playing with trucks, and boys can't play house. But this scene kind of threw me off. I looked at him, and looked at the doll, then at my husband. Brian thought it was totally cute, and was talking to William about what he was doing.
I on the other hand freaked a little. And I cannot figure out why. Now I didn't go and grab the doll away, or tell him to stop. But the first thought that came to my mind was "what are you doing! Your a boy!" Then I stopped. Why shouldn't he play with dolls? Why did it bother me. Wasn't he preparing to be a good father? (Yes I know, looking way to far into the future) The fact that he was playing with this baby, and being loving, should have made me melt. It didn't, but I'm working on that.
See little girls can play with trucks, and play sports and that is cool. Makes them tough, shows that they are too girly, and can hang with the boys. So if its OK for girls do do boy things, why can't boys do girl things? Is the world so full of stereotypes that we are afraid what our boys might turn into if we allow them to play with girl things? I mean honestly what is the worst thing that can happen?
So while I was ashamed of myself for my minor freak out, it also made me think. Which is always a good thing.
Monday, October 08, 2007
October means Pumpkins
So today Brian and I took the kids on our annual Pumpkin Patch Trip. We have been going for about 8 years and love it. Last year we added a romp to the beach after the pumpkin patch and it is always an amazing time.
We started off by driving only Highway 1 through Half Moon Bay and took some pictures of one of my favorite Lighthouses.
Then it was off to the pumpkin patch where the kids enjoyed tumbling in the hay,
Searching for the perfect pumpkin
And riding the pony
Then after all of that fun, we went to our beach. Well it isn't our beach, but we go there a lot, and the last two years applied this beach to our pumpkin patch trip.
We hunt for rocks, which I keep in a glass jar in my bedroom. We search out shells, and sand crabs, sand dollars, sea anemones, star fish. All of it.
It was a perfect day.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
The Great Mofo Delurk 2007
OK people I was reading PoppyMom and she had this nifty (yes I said nifty) little square on her page.
I have noticed that I get a lot more hits than comments. Hey I like comments! I like to feel all special, like someone is actually reading what I am writing. But I admit I'm as guilt as most of you when it comes to commenting. Sometimes I forget, and other times I just have nothing to say!
But I will work on it if you will. So lets do this. Comment away, even if it is totally random, let me hear you!
I have noticed that I get a lot more hits than comments. Hey I like comments! I like to feel all special, like someone is actually reading what I am writing. But I admit I'm as guilt as most of you when it comes to commenting. Sometimes I forget, and other times I just have nothing to say!
But I will work on it if you will. So lets do this. Comment away, even if it is totally random, let me hear you!
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Breast Cancer
October is breast cancer awareness month. Breast cancer is the most common cancer in women according to the American Cancer Society.
I have two family members who have battled this horrible cancer. One my much loved grandmother, who while passed the 5 year mark for surviving breast cancer, later succumbed to bone cancer. And my husbands aunt Rita. She is at year number 4 in remission, and doing wonderful.
I would like to encourage everyone, man or woman to do monthly breast exams. It can't hurt anything, and a lot of time in these cancers early detection is key.
I have two family members who have battled this horrible cancer. One my much loved grandmother, who while passed the 5 year mark for surviving breast cancer, later succumbed to bone cancer. And my husbands aunt Rita. She is at year number 4 in remission, and doing wonderful.
I would like to encourage everyone, man or woman to do monthly breast exams. It can't hurt anything, and a lot of time in these cancers early detection is key.
You can also fund free mammograms to women how cannot afford to get this important test by clicking The Breast Cancer Site So please not only in October, but all year long, but Breast Cancer smart, and test yourself.
Friday, September 28, 2007
New Projects
I'm a quilter. Yup you heard me. I sit at my sewing machine in my dining room and I make quilts. Forget 27 going on 35, its more like 75! But thats ok. I love it. I'm not the greatest at it, but it is great for gift giving, and people actually appreciate them. I'm hoping one day they will be passed down through my children as heirlooms to their children etc.
So anyways, I just finished the top of a quilt for my stepsister. Its her Christmas present, and a total suprise to her
The pattern is by Diane Weber called Day Z SplitZ. I tweaked it a little, and frankly didn't care for her directions, but I loved the outcome.
So now I just have to get it quilted, because I don't do that part, I just don't know how to machine quilt a top. Hey! That makes me closer to 70 than 75!
Anyways, lets do a shuffle because it is Friday!
1. I'm not the One -The Cars
2.Otherside- Red Hot Chile Peppers
3.Love Stoned- Justin Timberlake
4.Life In Mono- Mono
5.Guantanamera- Wyclef
6.How Can I Stop- The Rolling Stones
7.Saint Of Me- The Rolling Stones
8. What I Got-Sublime
9.You Don't Have To Mean It- Rolling Stones
10. Let's Face It- Mighty Mighty Bossetones.
Looks like the day of the Stones. Or I need to add more music.
So anyways, I just finished the top of a quilt for my stepsister. Its her Christmas present, and a total suprise to her
The pattern is by Diane Weber called Day Z SplitZ. I tweaked it a little, and frankly didn't care for her directions, but I loved the outcome.
So now I just have to get it quilted, because I don't do that part, I just don't know how to machine quilt a top. Hey! That makes me closer to 70 than 75!
Anyways, lets do a shuffle because it is Friday!
1. I'm not the One -The Cars
2.Otherside- Red Hot Chile Peppers
3.Love Stoned- Justin Timberlake
4.Life In Mono- Mono
5.Guantanamera- Wyclef
6.How Can I Stop- The Rolling Stones
7.Saint Of Me- The Rolling Stones
8. What I Got-Sublime
9.You Don't Have To Mean It- Rolling Stones
10. Let's Face It- Mighty Mighty Bossetones.
Looks like the day of the Stones. Or I need to add more music.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Regrets in Life
I am the treasurer at my kids' school. Well not of the school, but the PTF (Parent Teacher Fellowship) So that means I like money, and I like organization. The two go hand in hand really, for accounting. (To bad I can't apply my organization skills to my house.) Anyways, loving my mini job at the school, got me thinking about a career. True I have a career now, watching kids, and keeping books of my own business is no easy task. But what about when my kids are in school, and I want to pursue a future in the working world?
Well as most of you know, I got pregnant in high school. My senior year, and got married that summer. So I didn't go to college. Didn't pursue any kind of accounting courses, or anything that would help me in my future. That is probably the only thing I regret. Can I really call it a regret though? I didn't go to college, but I married a great man, was able to stay home with my beautiful baby, and make a living while spending time with my family. So regret? No. Bad planning? Possibly.
I'm contemplating returning to school though. William, my youngest is three. He is in preschool two days a week, next year, three days a week, and then the following year, Kindergarten. Which means, that unless I have another child, I will be quiting daycare. Which also means, I better find some other way of making money. And unless I finish my book, which I have yet to start, I don't see me being able to stay home and live the leisurely life.
I am picky though. I don't want to attend night school. I sure as hell can't attend day school. So I'm trying to find courses online, that will teach me skills, and also look good on a resume. Are my standards to high? Am I setting myself up for a big let down because online courses are not available? I certainly hope not. While I don't need a degree to make me feel like a whole person. It would be nice to have one in case I ever needed it.
Because I am only 27, and I will eventually have all of my kids in school. I will need to find a way to make money. Even if it is just a little.
So regrets? Nah, but a better plan for the future.
Well as most of you know, I got pregnant in high school. My senior year, and got married that summer. So I didn't go to college. Didn't pursue any kind of accounting courses, or anything that would help me in my future. That is probably the only thing I regret. Can I really call it a regret though? I didn't go to college, but I married a great man, was able to stay home with my beautiful baby, and make a living while spending time with my family. So regret? No. Bad planning? Possibly.
I'm contemplating returning to school though. William, my youngest is three. He is in preschool two days a week, next year, three days a week, and then the following year, Kindergarten. Which means, that unless I have another child, I will be quiting daycare. Which also means, I better find some other way of making money. And unless I finish my book, which I have yet to start, I don't see me being able to stay home and live the leisurely life.
I am picky though. I don't want to attend night school. I sure as hell can't attend day school. So I'm trying to find courses online, that will teach me skills, and also look good on a resume. Are my standards to high? Am I setting myself up for a big let down because online courses are not available? I certainly hope not. While I don't need a degree to make me feel like a whole person. It would be nice to have one in case I ever needed it.
Because I am only 27, and I will eventually have all of my kids in school. I will need to find a way to make money. Even if it is just a little.
So regrets? Nah, but a better plan for the future.
Monday, September 24, 2007
27 going on 35
Today is my birthday and I am 27 years young. However when I look at where I am in my life, and where other 27 year old people are I feel like I am 35.
Take for instance the fact that I have three kids. Not a big deal right? Well when you consider the fact that my oldest will be 9 in January, then that makes a little difference. Not to mention that out of all of my friends, aside from my brother and sister-in-law, we are the only ones with kids. In fact most of my friends got married this past year.
Another fact. I have been married for 9 years this past August, and my husband and I have been a couple for 12 years this coming October. Now that means I have been in the same relationship since I was 15! Not that it matters to me. I couldn't be happier with my life, its just a long time when you look at how young I was.
But you know what? Its OK. I don't mind that I can relate to people who are 35 year old. I can still relate to 20 somethings, 40 somethings. I actually don't have an age group that I feel I can relate more to than others. Or a people group for that matter.
Sure I'm a mom, but obviously I can get along with women who aren't. And I do daycare, but that doesn't mean I don't know anything about the corporate world. I'm on the PTF board at my kids' school, but does that mean I can't relate to the woman who hates the functions? Nope.
So I guess while today is my birthday, and I'm getting closer to the 30 something world, I really don't see it affecting me much. Age truly is a number. It doesn't define us, well at least it doesn't define me.
Take for instance the fact that I have three kids. Not a big deal right? Well when you consider the fact that my oldest will be 9 in January, then that makes a little difference. Not to mention that out of all of my friends, aside from my brother and sister-in-law, we are the only ones with kids. In fact most of my friends got married this past year.
Another fact. I have been married for 9 years this past August, and my husband and I have been a couple for 12 years this coming October. Now that means I have been in the same relationship since I was 15! Not that it matters to me. I couldn't be happier with my life, its just a long time when you look at how young I was.
But you know what? Its OK. I don't mind that I can relate to people who are 35 year old. I can still relate to 20 somethings, 40 somethings. I actually don't have an age group that I feel I can relate more to than others. Or a people group for that matter.
Sure I'm a mom, but obviously I can get along with women who aren't. And I do daycare, but that doesn't mean I don't know anything about the corporate world. I'm on the PTF board at my kids' school, but does that mean I can't relate to the woman who hates the functions? Nope.
So I guess while today is my birthday, and I'm getting closer to the 30 something world, I really don't see it affecting me much. Age truly is a number. It doesn't define us, well at least it doesn't define me.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Good-Bye Bill
Yesterday, September 16, 2007, the world lost a wonderful father, husband, brother, uncle, grandfather, and great grandfather.
Bill died in his home surrounded by his sons, daughter-in-law, and wife of 30 years. He lost his battle with cancer.
He was a truly great person. I never heard him raise his voice. He loved his family and would do anything for them.
Papa, give Kristen a hug for me in Heaven. Look after us, and help us help Nana, she is lost without you.
We love you so.
Bill Sadler May 2, 1931 - Sept. 16, 2007 Bill died at home surrounded by his family. Born in Perkins, OK., his family and his uncle's family moved to CA when he was 5 yrs. old. Bill is survived by his 2 children; son Randy and his wife Georgia of SC; daughter Cindy Moffatt and her husband Jim of Mc Kenleyville. He is also survived by his wife Catherine and her 4 children: Mark (Debbie), Steven (Tammy) of Austin, TX., Jeff (Rita) and Theo. He leaves behind 3 sisters, Carol, Pat, and Debra; 9 grandchildren, Brian, Matt, Laura, Bryan, Haley, Travis, Jessica, Shannon and Joseph; also 5 great-grandchildren with another due in March. He shared many memories with his cousin Jack. Bill is preceded in death by his sisters, Mary Jo and June, his son Douglas and his granddaughter Kristin. He is retired from FMC where he still has many friends. He loved most of all to be around children. The family thanks Hospice of the Valley, especially Coleen for the special care she gave Bill. A Memorial Service for Bill will be held at Oak Hill Funeral Home in the Chapel of Roses at 10 a.m. on Thurs., Sept. 20th, 300 Curtner Ave., San Jose, CA. 95125.
Published in the San Jose Mercury News on 9/18/2007.
http://www.legacy.com/mercurynews/obituaries.asp?Page=SEARCHRESULTS
Bill died in his home surrounded by his sons, daughter-in-law, and wife of 30 years. He lost his battle with cancer.
He was a truly great person. I never heard him raise his voice. He loved his family and would do anything for them.
Papa, give Kristen a hug for me in Heaven. Look after us, and help us help Nana, she is lost without you.
We love you so.
Bill Sadler May 2, 1931 - Sept. 16, 2007 Bill died at home surrounded by his family. Born in Perkins, OK., his family and his uncle's family moved to CA when he was 5 yrs. old. Bill is survived by his 2 children; son Randy and his wife Georgia of SC; daughter Cindy Moffatt and her husband Jim of Mc Kenleyville. He is also survived by his wife Catherine and her 4 children: Mark (Debbie), Steven (Tammy) of Austin, TX., Jeff (Rita) and Theo. He leaves behind 3 sisters, Carol, Pat, and Debra; 9 grandchildren, Brian, Matt, Laura, Bryan, Haley, Travis, Jessica, Shannon and Joseph; also 5 great-grandchildren with another due in March. He shared many memories with his cousin Jack. Bill is preceded in death by his sisters, Mary Jo and June, his son Douglas and his granddaughter Kristin. He is retired from FMC where he still has many friends. He loved most of all to be around children. The family thanks Hospice of the Valley, especially Coleen for the special care she gave Bill. A Memorial Service for Bill will be held at Oak Hill Funeral Home in the Chapel of Roses at 10 a.m. on Thurs., Sept. 20th, 300 Curtner Ave., San Jose, CA. 95125.
Published in the San Jose Mercury News on 9/18/2007.
http://www.legacy.com/mercurynews/obituaries.asp?Page=SEARCHRESULTS
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Tears
Remember a few weeks ago, when William began preschool and I wanted just a few tears? Well today, after three weeks I got them. And I broke my heart into a million pieces.
We did the normal routine, took his sisters for flag salute, prayer, walked Victoria to class, saw the turtles, walked William to class. And he was fine! We walked in and he wanted to run to the playground, I reminded him we had to sign in, no biggie.
Well just as I'm about to leave all hell breaks loose. He wants me to hold him, doesn't want me to stand up, wants me to kneel down and hug him. He was crying and saying "don't leave me, don't leave me!"
But I had to right! I mean I couldn't just bring him home! I did not want him to think every time he didn't want to stay at school he could throw a fit and come home.
So I leave, I give him one last kiss, big hug and tell him I love him very much. Well I get out the door and MY tears start falling! I wasn't expecting that. And no it isn't because I'm some tough mom who doesn't feel anything for her children, its just that this isn't the first time he has cried when I have left. In fact Friday we had a sitter and the same scene happened!
But I cried all the way to the car, then I waved to him one more time. I was heartbreaking.
I'm trying to figure out why the breakdown this morning. He got in trouble yesterday. He flooded the upstairs bathroom by flushing a roll of toilet paper down. Causing a huge mess, and having the ceiling almost cave in on the first floor. He was sent to his room for about 30 minutes.
This morning he got in a tiny amount of trouble. If you can call it that. Julia spilled water all over Williams clothes, and I told him to change his shirt, keep on the shorts. Well he comes down in different pants, and same shirt. So I took him back up the stairs, changed him quick, and heard him tell his sisters "mommy is so mad at me now."
So its possible that I'm the cause of the breakdown at school, which is making me feel even worse, which just goes to show that I deserved every little break in my heart this morning, and the ripple effect it caused with William is my fault, and I will probably pay for a long time.
Great. Bring on the Mother Of The Year award.
I'm going to go cry now.
We did the normal routine, took his sisters for flag salute, prayer, walked Victoria to class, saw the turtles, walked William to class. And he was fine! We walked in and he wanted to run to the playground, I reminded him we had to sign in, no biggie.
Well just as I'm about to leave all hell breaks loose. He wants me to hold him, doesn't want me to stand up, wants me to kneel down and hug him. He was crying and saying "don't leave me, don't leave me!"
But I had to right! I mean I couldn't just bring him home! I did not want him to think every time he didn't want to stay at school he could throw a fit and come home.
So I leave, I give him one last kiss, big hug and tell him I love him very much. Well I get out the door and MY tears start falling! I wasn't expecting that. And no it isn't because I'm some tough mom who doesn't feel anything for her children, its just that this isn't the first time he has cried when I have left. In fact Friday we had a sitter and the same scene happened!
But I cried all the way to the car, then I waved to him one more time. I was heartbreaking.
I'm trying to figure out why the breakdown this morning. He got in trouble yesterday. He flooded the upstairs bathroom by flushing a roll of toilet paper down. Causing a huge mess, and having the ceiling almost cave in on the first floor. He was sent to his room for about 30 minutes.
This morning he got in a tiny amount of trouble. If you can call it that. Julia spilled water all over Williams clothes, and I told him to change his shirt, keep on the shorts. Well he comes down in different pants, and same shirt. So I took him back up the stairs, changed him quick, and heard him tell his sisters "mommy is so mad at me now."
So its possible that I'm the cause of the breakdown at school, which is making me feel even worse, which just goes to show that I deserved every little break in my heart this morning, and the ripple effect it caused with William is my fault, and I will probably pay for a long time.
Great. Bring on the Mother Of The Year award.
I'm going to go cry now.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Dots, Squares, Astrix
So today is what some refer to as a Dotty day, I'm going to use Astrix.
*Back to school is great. Kids are on a schedule, and my daycare days aren't so crazy. However I miss my kids and sometimes wonder if I am selling myself short continuing daycare.
*While some think the money in daycare is amazing, I am here to say they are wrong. Sure you make money, but at a huge cost. Furniture never stays nice, I am tied to my house from the hours of 8:15-5:15. I am a mommy to about 7 kids a day. And that isn't including my own. I usually have to miss my kids' parties at school, field trips, and my doctor appointments are a pain to schedule.
*While I complain about daycare, and fantasize about getting all dressed up and going into a nice office, where I get a lunch break, can get off early for doctor appointments, or take a sick day to spend the day with my kids. Daycare isn't so bad. Unless of course you just read my last sentence.
*I have been a very good girl about staying in my budget this month. Granted its only the 6Th, but hey, I gotta start somewhere.
*I'm jonesing for a new bedroom set, and hubby was offered a nearly new trailer for a great deal. However these are not in the budget! I must repeat that phrase at least 20 times a day.
*William is loving school. Loves his teachers, the toys, the lunches. But he keeps having accidents. The first day he did amazing. No accidents, no timeouts. Perfect. However every day since then he has had an accident. And in the case of Tuesday, two accidents. No at least he only goes two days a week, because the laundry for this kid is killing me.
*I am going to a wedding tomorrow. Great! I love weddings! But, I don't have time to get my toes done, find shoes, figure out what to do with my hair, or buy the present. That means tonight I am going to be running all over town, after I get off work, make dinner, and take Julia to Piano. YAY!
*Oh and I also received a load of guilt this morning from Julia, because we can't start Tap lessons until next week, because mommy has a wedding to go to. "You always go to weddings!" Mind you this is the second of the summer. And thankfully the last until March.
*Have a great weekend, since I probably won't have time to stop in tomorrow, if I do however I will promise a shuffle. In fact, that might be all you get.
*Back to school is great. Kids are on a schedule, and my daycare days aren't so crazy. However I miss my kids and sometimes wonder if I am selling myself short continuing daycare.
*While some think the money in daycare is amazing, I am here to say they are wrong. Sure you make money, but at a huge cost. Furniture never stays nice, I am tied to my house from the hours of 8:15-5:15. I am a mommy to about 7 kids a day. And that isn't including my own. I usually have to miss my kids' parties at school, field trips, and my doctor appointments are a pain to schedule.
*While I complain about daycare, and fantasize about getting all dressed up and going into a nice office, where I get a lunch break, can get off early for doctor appointments, or take a sick day to spend the day with my kids. Daycare isn't so bad. Unless of course you just read my last sentence.
*I have been a very good girl about staying in my budget this month. Granted its only the 6Th, but hey, I gotta start somewhere.
*I'm jonesing for a new bedroom set, and hubby was offered a nearly new trailer for a great deal. However these are not in the budget! I must repeat that phrase at least 20 times a day.
*William is loving school. Loves his teachers, the toys, the lunches. But he keeps having accidents. The first day he did amazing. No accidents, no timeouts. Perfect. However every day since then he has had an accident. And in the case of Tuesday, two accidents. No at least he only goes two days a week, because the laundry for this kid is killing me.
*I am going to a wedding tomorrow. Great! I love weddings! But, I don't have time to get my toes done, find shoes, figure out what to do with my hair, or buy the present. That means tonight I am going to be running all over town, after I get off work, make dinner, and take Julia to Piano. YAY!
*Oh and I also received a load of guilt this morning from Julia, because we can't start Tap lessons until next week, because mommy has a wedding to go to. "You always go to weddings!" Mind you this is the second of the summer. And thankfully the last until March.
*Have a great weekend, since I probably won't have time to stop in tomorrow, if I do however I will promise a shuffle. In fact, that might be all you get.
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