Stick a fork in me

I am currently stuck in between a child that won’t nap and a freakin yelping little pixie of a dog. Calgon, if you are out there, take me away!!!! Hurry!

No nappin kid and yelping idiot dog go hand in hand. How can one fall off into luscious slumber when lame ass little turd is laughing like a hyena. This all makes for a momma who only wants to sit and chill for a brief moment of time ALONE, but nooooooooooo, the new neighbors who moved in behind us (renters) had to have little powder puff thingys called dogs. Here is the oddity of it all. They moved in at the beginning of May, but only in the last couple of days have I heard the yelping. Can they please, please, please be dog sitting for the long Memorial Weekend Started Early? Can that be the case??? Waaaaaah. I have been Waahing alot lately, but COME ON.

The last go around with the kid was moments ago. He plays for a long period of time, then begins this whine/cry thing, which basically means he will do nothing else but, unless someone comes in and lays/lies (whatever) him back down. Usually, it takes one entrance to do the trick. Today, I am up to three. First one included a poop diaper. #@%#%#^ That probably IS the first culprit. Second entrance was to reset him and put all of his things back in the crib.(Don’t you just love being manipulated?) Third visit was much of the same, but with a little attitude from me. Isn’t that so nice of me? Basically, I scared him into getting serious about taking a nap. Sigh. Is it the long weekend yet?

Hubs was gone all last weekend as you recall, so I haven’t had a morning off, let alone a moment without this little one. Until I can regroup and hug him a little bit tighter this afternoon showing him mommy doesn’t mean to fly off the handle and truly loves him no matter what, I’ll have to stare at these sweet photos I took of him this morning. He loves to appease his mommy when it comes to photo sessions. “No, honey, put the hat back on”…………….

um, ok I had more than one photo to share, but tell me this, why are all my photos from iphoto coming out sideways??? Until I can correct the issue, I’ll leave the one above…..This calls for a second diet coke. Grrr….

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la de da, ho hum, twiddle, twiddle

Just sitting here on a Monday morning wondering what the heck I should be doing. I already have Rt watching Signing Time, so I have limited “free” time of what I can do.

*Pay bills online? (Which totally needs to be done.)

*Write blog post? (Well, I do need to whip one out sometime today.)

*Think about what to do with my life/time/day now that my path has been rerouted?

You know, it’s a funny (not funny, haha, but funny, bizarre) thing being in this predicament. I go along with my day and think nothing of it, then all of a sudden, something reminds me of what once was and I feel bummed/sad/angry/pissed off. Then in the same thought process I think of what is to come in the next month or so and know it will work out, it will happen again and for the better.

But, really, what in the hell do I do about today? Drown myself in Diet Coke?

I am stuck in today. Can’t it be a few weeks from now so I can be telling hubby to get his groove on cause I’ll be needing his services later in the evening? But what about today? I’d be 9 weeks this week. I know, I know, don’t do that to myself, but, shit, how in the hell can I not? I know it will demise as time passes, but that is exactly my point. What do I do with all of this “in between” time? Stay busy? How can I when all of my weekly activities have ended until Fall? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Playdate, playdate, are you out there?

I did put a call into my therapist who I haven’t seen in over 6 months. The last thing I told him was I was going to check in on a couple of matters and get back in touch. Well, I had no pressing issues to return, so I never called back. I wondered what he would say when I spoke to him again. Would it be awkward? Via our phone call to set up an appointment, he said he was glad to hear my voice and looked forward to seeing me again. Ok, why when I wrote that does it sound like he is a big perv? He truly is not, he just likes me. And I like that my therapist likes me and missed me. Isn’t that a tad twisted?? So, for any of you that think I am not “going there” with recent events, I am and will be. Yeah, bob.

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Beef of the Week

Ever since Rt got his first tooth at 8 months, we have called his teeth, toofies. I have no idea why, it just sounded cute, I guess. He calls them toofies as well, so I guess it will be the going phrase from here on out.

Today’s Topic: Toofies

Yesterday, I went back to the dentist to get 2, yes I said 2, temporary crowns. WTF? I am in my earlyish 30’s and have fakies? What next? A rod for a hip? Why,why,why??
Ok, I am over it, but come on, where is the love? I do appreciate I was given straight teeth, but these deep grooves have been a pain in my side for most of my life. When I was young, during my competitive gymnastics days, I could eat anything I wanted, and believe me, I did. After school, before practice, we would hit the 7-11 in carpool and I used all the spare change I had to buy JUNK. I can’t recall all the crap I bought, but the “buy two, get one twinkie free” come to mind along with Bonkers, Mambas, and Now ‘n Laters. So, obviously I acquired a few cavities. Due to the deep grooves in my teeth, the cavities were deep and wide. So, fast forward to my 20/30’s, these last couple silver filings are in dire need of an upgrade. The major flippin problem is, these silver fillings cracked over the years and made way for more cavity to seep down into my tooth. And the result is: CROWN my ass will ya? So, here we are now, or here I am now, in pain due to the harassment my mouth took over a course of 2 hours yesterday. I thought it was a good thing to use the rubber mouth guard to keep my mouth propped open, but I have never been this sore due to a trip to the dentist. PLUS, I don’t think these temps are sitting right. I think I can feel them first when I bite down. Oh lovely, another trip to the freakin dentist. Ya, ya, not a big deal, but when you have a little one, you have to make last minute plans to have someone watch them. Luckily, one of my mommy friend’s is already watching another kid, so adding Rt to the mix wasn’t a huge burden. Hopefully, it won’t take too long so I can make it back and help her with the herd of 2 yr olds.

Oops. Forgot to mention yesterday that Rt is now 23 months old!
One more to go till he turns the big 2!!! I can’t believe it.

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Beef of the Week

Ok, I can’t wait for you people. The BOW has to come out.
So, if you feel you have something to get off your chest, go ahead,
but I won’t be sad if I don’t hear from you. I’ll just think:

a) You have nothing to add to my rant and rave.
b) You are stuck under something heavy and cannot reach the “publish” button.
c) You don’t have anything to add AND you are stuck under something heavy.

Today’s topic: Hair Salons

Do you recall my earlier post regarding my new hair color? It probably looked the same to you, but it was “new” to me. Anywho, I finally got used to it and even liked it, for awhile. But, since I was in the zone of buying $3 shampoo and conditioner to save some cash, I think the brown low-lights turned a little brassy for my liking. It’s hard to tell since I don’t have eyes in the back of my head, but I think it’s not my thing anymore. So, off to the salon I go, again.

I am making a call this afternoon to a new place. Hell, I have been to 3 “new” places since I have lived here. I just can’t find anyone who has what it takes. Such a big, fat bugger. I don’t have all this free time and extra cash flow to get it wrong, you know? So, here’s hoping to a better do.

As I was leaving the last salon I went to, the guy at the counter said that my $100 color job would need some touching up in only 6 weeks. 6 weeks???? That’s it? I went darker to prevent going back to the salon for at least 2 months! Great. It was confirmed then that I was in the wrong place. No one was looking out for me, just themselves.

And that is the BEEF about it. I am a walking billboard for these people! If my hair looks good, and I mean, really good, people will ask where I got my hair done. If it looks like it took 5 minutes and $5 to get my look, then it’s bad PR, people! No matter how often I speak up telling them to do it a certain way, don’t cut it too short, or don’t put in ANY hairspray after the blowdry, I always leave feeling like a big lamo. It never fails. I can’t convey to them what it takes to get it the way I want it. Is it an intimidation thing? They have the power to really F’up my hair, so, don’t say anything or they’ll shave my sideburns? Who knows, but I am getting really tired of washing my money down the drain.

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Beef of the Week

One word. EBAY

Mo fo EBAY. Actually, it’s not really ebay this time, it’s the chick that is selling her kid dvd’s that is getting my panties in a whod. I ordered 3 of Rt’s favorite signing videos from this woman on ebay. I could have just spent $5 more and purchased them on one of a trillion sites, but noooooooooo, I went the ebay way and look what I got: NOTHING.

Here is the detailed scoop. I ordered these dvd’s sometime in mid-January. However, the order was put on hold for about a week until Paypal confirmed I lived where I lived, etc. So, after that mess, it was already Jan. 26th. The most annoying thing out of all of this is you don’t get an email from the seller, EVER. Unless, you actually email them to inquire about this our that. I merely emailed this fine woman wondering when the videos were shipped, what carrier did she use, and what was the tracking number? My email went out on Feb. 7. Plenty of grace period if you ask me. I believe I got a response a day later, but wasn’t “with it” enough to realize it was sent to “My Ebay” section, and not to my yahoo address. So, on Feb. 11th I saw her reply which was basically a stall tactic, “oh, you didn’t receive the dvd’s by now?, let me know and I will send a new shipment out immediately.” Now, if that doesn’t scream “oh shit, I forgot to mail those”, I don’t know what does. Long story, even longer, I wrote her back and what have I gotten since? a Paypal email stating a USPS mailing label was created on Feb. 12th, AND THAT IS IT MY FRIENDS. I have emailed her 2 more times since then asking for a reply, asking her for updated tracking information, asking IF SHE WERE ALIVE. I even threatened her with a negative feedback,(which you are not really supposed to do), but what other cards did I have???? So, today I left a “neutral” feedback stating I had not received my order. I had to go through this lame tutorial before I left the semi-kiss of death feedback. The real kicker to the seller is she is HIGHLY RATED. I think she has a 94% positive feedback rating.

In the end, hubs said I should get my money back from Paypal. BUT I HAVE COME SO FAR! I can’t give up now. I want JUSTICE!! Has this happened to anyone? If so, do tell. I need Ebay support. Is there a meeting I can attend for this? EBAYANON?

Until then, Rt is thoroughly educated on what to expect when he gets to school. Do YOU know the sign for “Pay Attention”?

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Beef of the Week

Ok, I had mentioned doing this every week at the start of this blog, but I forgot it existed, so that is my excuse.

Today’s topic is Cream of Wheat.

I am not sure where my taste for Cream of Wheat came from, but I just dig this stuff. I especially like to add some brown sugar on top. mmmmmm. I hadn’t had it since I was little until I bought some not too long ago. Of course, now that I have a child, I never have time to eat myself, so using the microwave to heat my meal is the best chance I have. The problem with using the microwave is you have to check and stir every 30 seconds. If you decide you do not want to follow directions, forget there are directions to follow, or get distracted and once again forget to follow said directions, the cream of wheat WILL EXPLODE in your microwave. Have you ever tried to clean up explosive cream of wheat? It is so sticky and just EVERYWHERE, it pains me to no end when this happens. It has happened to me twice this week and it’s ONLY TUESDAY. So, I am boycotting Cream of Wheat until I have forgotten how hard it is to clean the mess, and then, just maybe, I’ll try again.

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