My kids are little noise bombs. I took them to a BYU dance performance a few weeks ago. They really enjoyed it, but sure enough - when all was quiet and the lights are down you here "It's a boy!". Yep, that's mine. Saturday mornings have always been a favorite at our house. The kids get up early play computer games, watch cartoons, and I get to sleep in. However, a few months ago things started to change. The computer got louder, the kids started stomping and yelling, and mom was up bleary eyed earlier and earlier each week. Last week we hit an all time high of 5:00 AM. Yes, ladies and gentelmen, my children - who never get out of bed before 7:00 during the week - were up at 5:00 to play computer games. I crawled out of bed around 6:30 and tried to turn on cartoons, but they weren't even on yet. So this week I decided to put my foot down. No one out of their room before 7. I let them know a couple of days before so they could be prepared but wouldn't you know it at 6:30 I hear the clanking of the toilet being fixed. Now the toilet is a different story. Kudos for taking the initiative and fixing it yourself. Then there were the arguing voices of the oldest trying to prod the other one out of bed. That's when I had to get out of bed and let him know that he needed to let everyone sleep until 7. 5 minutes later the alarm in their room goes off. It continues to go off. I had to get up AGAIN but this time I told him he needed to read for a half an hour and then take a shower before he came out of his room. Blessed silence reigns for an ENTIRE HALF HOUR. And then he gets in the shower. It's quiet for another 5 minutes. And then he starts to sing. And then talk. And then the shooting noises start. And then a scream. AAAAGH! But it's all good because it's after 7 and I'm sure if he would have been quiet for another second he would have exploded. After the scream there is silence for another 10 minutes because he's gotten dressed and gotten his brother up. They then call out in their best little boy voices, "MOM IT'S 7:00!" and then silently park themselves in front of the TV that is turned down so low I can't hear it from my bed. Ok, so they're a little backwards, but they'll get the hang of it again.
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Zeus was in an argument with the wind goddess. He told her, "You can't blow so hard here. People have to live here. I asked you for AIR - not wind."
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Is there really nail polish that stays on for 24 hrs?
Second day of no homework. Wehew! (I bought them MECHANICAL PENCILS. Way cool!)
Are my boobs really going to stay?!?
I'm getting buff again.
And my feet are pretty.
Jim will be back from Thailand soon. I'm ever so jealous.
I really need to buy my tickets to Hawaii.
And pay my late fees at the library.
And pay my late fees at Blockbuster.
And enroll in Netflix.
I work in an awesome environment. My mom's boss is such a dick.
I need a shower.
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I have such fantastic kids! Today they surprised me by having their homework finished during the afterschool program. That sounds a little odd but it's a free program and more like a long recess than daycare so they don't have a homework hour. My kids took the initiatve and did their homework on their own. Wehew! I hate homework. Hate it with a passion. I hate being asked what 2 X 4 is only to be told it's not the same as 4 + 4. I hate asking one to write a word only to have him staring into space and having to ask him what he's doing 10 seconds later. I hate having to tell them to stop talking over and over and over. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. But tonight was SOOOO very nice. They watched cartoons, we had dinner at a normal time. They helped with the chores and had time to color and read. When I asked why they didn't always do their homework at school and they told me it was because they don't usually have a pencil. Tomorrow I'm buying them an entire box of pencils - and a sharpener.
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Thanks to Daisy I was able to find this. It's an amazing chronicle from inside Baddad. It makes the war more personal and informative. I can follow this and feel more human now.
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I haven't commented on current events. It could be because I usually don't have political opinions. It could be that I feel it is very very far away and doesn't affect me. More than likely though, it's because people are dying for my safety and I still feel the same way. God bless those who are fighting for our country. Those here in the states and those over sees. While I may not be emotionally engaged in this war at this time I can guarantee that I would be very upset if we lost any of our freedoms or any innocent lives because we didn't fight. So as selfish as that is - I'd just like to say thank you for not making me face these issues, for fighting for me, and for making sure my family and I are protected.
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Have you ever had someone test your boundaries? I am so bad at stating immediate discomfort. Instead of taking the immediate opportunity to say "Whoa, I'm not real comfortable with that." I always wait to make sure I'm not missing out on anything or for the situation to correct itself. It's the hopeful part of me. A car part is too expensive and I don't buy it immediately. I sit around for a few weeks catching rides to work waiting for the car to suddely start working better on it's own. When it doesn't I break down and buy the part. When am I going to learn that this isn't going to happen and that there are just some things that are better to nip in the bud.
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There's a new Citibank opening up on my route to work. I love Citibank. I've never banked there, but it holds a special place in my heart. When I went to Japan I was given two opposing pieces of advice. Don't travel with cash and you don't need traveler's checks in Japan, it's plenty safe. So I decided my VISA ATM card would suffice. That's all I took. Well guess what, VISA doesn't go everywhere you want to go. It only goes where it's partners go. You need both the VISA symbol AND one of the others (probably only if it's an ATM card). The only place that I could get cash from my card were the Citibanks. I would always keep my eye out for these banks when I traveled from town to town because I never had enough cash on hand. There was one in downtown Nagoya, where I was living, but if I came at it from the wrong direction I would always lose it. So one afternoon I'm wandering around looking for this bank and I decide I'm going to have to ask for directions. One thing I learned in Japan was directions, "Dokura de _____ desu ka?" Right, left, 2 blocks, I had it down. The hard part was that instead of changing the name of Citibank they had just "Japanesed" it and it became "Shi-ti-bon-ko". Well, quite honestly - foul mouthed as I am, I had a hard time running around asking "Where's the shitty bank?" So I started asking "Dokura de Citibank desu ka?" No one knew. Finally after asking 5 people and knowing I was in the right area I broke down and asked "Where is the shitty bank?" AWWWW...turn right at this light and it's down the first block on the left. First person I asked, I swear. I think it's the Japanese humor, you can't tell me they don't know American cuss words. They've been studying english since they were 7 and it was always easier for them to understand my english than japanese. Next time I go to Japan I'm actually going to go inside and try to find an American that works there and ask them why the company didn't change the name when they moved to Japan. Hmmmm....yet another reason for me to go back. Any excuse I can find.
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An ex-something-or-other contacted me today. While we were dating I got the feeling that he didn't care at all about anything important to me (except my boys-and that was because he had to). I'd mention my website and he'd umph. Never once looked it up. I'd talk to him about hikes, runs, or climbs and he'd groan about how old he was. Never asked a follow up question, never knew the names of my friends. I chalked it up to the fact that we were in a rough spot and he was pulling away. But today he proved himself lame. I told him Brylan was going through some "medical stuff" and his response was "I'm sure he'll pull through." Not, "What's going on?" or "Is it serious?" just, an off-handed brush-off. The only thing he had multiple comments on was my dating situation. He had several of those. "I'm sure you'll find your white knight," and when that didn't fly, "Well, someone to share your life with." He finally had to just break down and apologize for being a problem in my life. I can't say I was very gracious. I never said anything angry or even resentful. But I never accepted his apology. Not even in an off-handed way.
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