I'm baaaaAAAAAaaack (and highly disgruntled).
I like to think of myself as a flexible person who is able to adapt to change. Maybe it's not true, but it's what I like to think on most days. Tonight, however, I am feeling just a little bit pissy about this whole adapting to everybody else's schedule bullshit.
After visiting the doc last week, and seeing the blimpo in the mirror daily since then, I have become motivated to return to my exercise routine. I decided to try something new and re-work my schedule so that I could go to the Y and work out before dd returns from school. I contacted all interested parties and had everything arranged to do just that starting tomorrow. You may scoff, but setting up the TIVO to record my soaps and re-scheduling the bon-bon delivery truck isn't simple!
Relaxing here in the mansion viewing the newest art film with my offspring tonight, my cell phone rang. The NERVE of that machine to ring after 8 p.m. was astounding, but I answered nonetheless. The caller informed me that instead of being home at 3:20 tomorrow afternoon, I'll need to be sitting in the carpool pickup line starting around 2:30. So, there goes my workout. I was really looking forward to it, too, and even informed my workout buddies and got them to agree to come with me. After all the juggling I had to do to make it a possibility in the first place, this was the last straw.
I guess I'll just have to fit sweating in at home some time between cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping, returning overdue books, recycling, taking out the trash, training for Cookie Mom duties, and whatever else gets thrown at me. Sometimes I just get the feeling that people think that SAHMs are just sitting around and have no schedule. Trust me people, I do not STAY AT HOME! I volunteer 3 different places, not to mention helping my friends whenever they need me, and am constantly learning and striving to be better at this job which has no payroll and no respect. But hey - let me just drop what I'm doing so that my life doesn't interfere with your schedule. I wouldn't want you to be inconvenienced, after all! HMPH!
Oh, look at that - time to take my meds.
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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
TTT Random Thoughts for the week
1. This morning I was supposed to volunteer at dd's new school library. Yesterday I started feeling a little under the weather (as evidenced by the news article below) and this morning I had full-blown flu symptoms. I called in and left a message for the librarian, went home and slept a little more. Now I feel pretty good again. So was that some anxiety-induced illness or do I really have some sort of virus? I can never be quite sure of the level of my insanity.
2. Getting old sucks. Skin tags are one of the worst symptoms. They are just plain gross to me. There is either an annoying skin tag on my neck or I have sprouted another head. Just what I need: another mouth to feed. The little bastard is easily irritated by warm winter clothing, so right now he's covered by Mr. BandAid. I hope he suffocates because he (obvsiouly male) is driving me up a freakin wall!
3. Politics is getting old. Let's just get the vote over already. We all know that it doesn't matter who we vote for anyway. I got an idea: just to test out my theory, why don't we all vote for Obama and watch McCain win anyway? I'm sure he's got some friends on the board of the company (is it still Diebold?) who makes the ballot booths. C'mon, it'll be fun!
4. Soon it will be the day for juveniles around the country to go begging door-to-door for candy. How I love this time of year! I can't wait to raid my loved one's candy sack and remove all of those "unsafe" Reese's and Snickers leaving her only with smarties and blowpops and then hiding even those on a high shelf and dosing them out as if they are methodone. Hey - have you SEEN my kid after a large dose of RED#40? Don't judge until you do. That stuff should be outlawed for the safety of momkind.
5. Some days it just seems like I wait for the day to be over. Why? What am I waiting for? Shouldn't I actually be DOING something? Maybe like cleaning my house or oh, I don't know, making the world a better place? I need to get back into a good routine and make a difference around here on a daily basis. Now that I've said it "out loud" will I actually do it? Let's hope so. This place is trashed.
6. I like candy!
7. As much as I love animals, I have finally come to the conclusion that having pets just might not be worth the trouble. Really! Why did I think I wanted two extra things to take care of? All they do is eat and poop and poop and poop. I'm not a big fan of poop. Sure, the kitties are cute and have whiskers and freakishly mutant extra paws on their front feet - but hey, who needs all that poop?
8. I'm ready for a change and my hair is already pretty short, so a quick trip to FirstChoice is just not going to "cut" it this time. Maybe I should start thinking about going to college and being something when I grow up. What could I be? Maybe a psychologist or school counselor? Sounds interesting and rewarding, but writing a book or two sounds better. I'm no Jodi Picoult, though, or Keith Ablow. Probably I shouldn't compare myself to famous people like that. So many people get an education and then don't do anything with it anyhow. And really, what's wrong with that other than wasting thousands of dollars and hours on nothing? Perhaps I'll feel better after a nap. Or a Snickers. Or Paxil.
9. The Schwan man should be here any minute. MMMmmmmmm. . . . he's like Santa.
10. Now I remember why I rarely skipped school as a teen. All my friends would still be at school and I had nobody to play with. Because I have no voice, I can't have fun talking on the phone to the few who are home. At least not for more than about 20 minutes before I start "using my sexy voice" again. Mandy can only take so much. She's teasing me taking a day off work today because she's sick too, but neither of us are well enough to enjoy our sick days. Refer back to #1 - I was feeling pretty good when I started this post, but now I feel like hell again. Yeah, I think it's the flu.
2. Getting old sucks. Skin tags are one of the worst symptoms. They are just plain gross to me. There is either an annoying skin tag on my neck or I have sprouted another head. Just what I need: another mouth to feed. The little bastard is easily irritated by warm winter clothing, so right now he's covered by Mr. BandAid. I hope he suffocates because he (obvsiouly male) is driving me up a freakin wall!
3. Politics is getting old. Let's just get the vote over already. We all know that it doesn't matter who we vote for anyway. I got an idea: just to test out my theory, why don't we all vote for Obama and watch McCain win anyway? I'm sure he's got some friends on the board of the company (is it still Diebold?) who makes the ballot booths. C'mon, it'll be fun!
4. Soon it will be the day for juveniles around the country to go begging door-to-door for candy. How I love this time of year! I can't wait to raid my loved one's candy sack and remove all of those "unsafe" Reese's and Snickers leaving her only with smarties and blowpops and then hiding even those on a high shelf and dosing them out as if they are methodone. Hey - have you SEEN my kid after a large dose of RED#40? Don't judge until you do. That stuff should be outlawed for the safety of momkind.
5. Some days it just seems like I wait for the day to be over. Why? What am I waiting for? Shouldn't I actually be DOING something? Maybe like cleaning my house or oh, I don't know, making the world a better place? I need to get back into a good routine and make a difference around here on a daily basis. Now that I've said it "out loud" will I actually do it? Let's hope so. This place is trashed.
6. I like candy!
7. As much as I love animals, I have finally come to the conclusion that having pets just might not be worth the trouble. Really! Why did I think I wanted two extra things to take care of? All they do is eat and poop and poop and poop. I'm not a big fan of poop. Sure, the kitties are cute and have whiskers and freakishly mutant extra paws on their front feet - but hey, who needs all that poop?
8. I'm ready for a change and my hair is already pretty short, so a quick trip to FirstChoice is just not going to "cut" it this time. Maybe I should start thinking about going to college and being something when I grow up. What could I be? Maybe a psychologist or school counselor? Sounds interesting and rewarding, but writing a book or two sounds better. I'm no Jodi Picoult, though, or Keith Ablow. Probably I shouldn't compare myself to famous people like that. So many people get an education and then don't do anything with it anyhow. And really, what's wrong with that other than wasting thousands of dollars and hours on nothing? Perhaps I'll feel better after a nap. Or a Snickers. Or Paxil.
9. The Schwan man should be here any minute. MMMmmmmmm. . . . he's like Santa.
10. Now I remember why I rarely skipped school as a teen. All my friends would still be at school and I had nobody to play with. Because I have no voice, I can't have fun talking on the phone to the few who are home. At least not for more than about 20 minutes before I start "using my sexy voice" again. Mandy can only take so much. She's teasing me taking a day off work today because she's sick too, but neither of us are well enough to enjoy our sick days. Refer back to #1 - I was feeling pretty good when I started this post, but now I feel like hell again. Yeah, I think it's the flu.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Girl Scout Cookie Rant
Okay, I'm a little downtrodden today.
Girl Scouts is fun for Connie and the rest of the girls. I want her to do well in it and be supportive, but girl scout cookie sales - our first one - started today. Connie's personal goal is 350 boxes of cookies. That's fairly optimistic considering that as a SAHM I (1) don't have a workplace to take the order sheet and (2) many of my friends are also girl scout moms! Dh isn't allowed to sell at his work, so he won't be getting her any sales that way. Each of us only has one sibling so it isn't as if we have a huge sales base there.
According to the rules, we are not allowed to do door-to-door sales outside of people we already know. So, what are our options outside of our immediate neighbors and family? I'm hoping that we get a cookie booth assignment, but I'm not counting on it. I'm not even sure when we're supposed to find out about that. One of my neighbors even said that he plans on buying from one of his co-workers kids as always! Must be nice to have co-workers (at least in this case). Sounds to me like another way to discriminate against the lowly SAHM. hmph. I guess I'll have to eat GS cookies instead of bon-bons while putting my feet up and watching soaps all day!
[end of rant]
Girl Scouts is fun for Connie and the rest of the girls. I want her to do well in it and be supportive, but girl scout cookie sales - our first one - started today. Connie's personal goal is 350 boxes of cookies. That's fairly optimistic considering that as a SAHM I (1) don't have a workplace to take the order sheet and (2) many of my friends are also girl scout moms! Dh isn't allowed to sell at his work, so he won't be getting her any sales that way. Each of us only has one sibling so it isn't as if we have a huge sales base there.
According to the rules, we are not allowed to do door-to-door sales outside of people we already know. So, what are our options outside of our immediate neighbors and family? I'm hoping that we get a cookie booth assignment, but I'm not counting on it. I'm not even sure when we're supposed to find out about that. One of my neighbors even said that he plans on buying from one of his co-workers kids as always! Must be nice to have co-workers (at least in this case). Sounds to me like another way to discriminate against the lowly SAHM. hmph. I guess I'll have to eat GS cookies instead of bon-bons while putting my feet up and watching soaps all day!
[end of rant]
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