Wednesday, July 26, 2006
So yesterday, I get an email about an impromptu conference call for one of my projects. No biggie. I had Hannah here with me, but she had managed to entertain herself all day up until that point, so I figured she'd be good. And she was... for the entire damn TWO HOURS I was on the phone. Oh, but wait. We had to hang up because people had other meetings. But we weren't done discussing the document, so hey, let's schedule another conference call for last night. At nine o'freakin' clock! Shit.
So Daddy was in charge of getting the girls to bed (which they weren't too happy about), and I had my conference call for the next 90 minutes, totally missing Last Comic Standing (which happens to be one of my very favorite shows).
I hang up at 10:45pm and get Grace to go to sleep. See, she was determined to stay awake until I was finished and I didn't think the other two ladies on the phone (both of whom are affiliated somehow with childcare or parenting skills or organizations or something) wanted to hear me scream, "Get your ass to bed, dammit!" (Which I wouldn't have really yelled, but I would've been thinking it.)
So anyway, I hang up and start fucking around on my laptop, building a few more digital scrapbook pages. Paint Shop Pro was running particularly slow however, so I decided to reboot. (Because we all know rebooting fixes pretty much anything). I went out to smoke a cigarette while the computer restarted and came back in to find a black screen with white text that said, "Windows cannot start because the following file is either missing or corrupt." and then listed a file. Son of a BITCH! Tried rebooting a billion times. Tried a bunch of other stuff. No go. My laptop was dead. [sigh]
Chugged another beer and went to bed at 2 AM.
Woke up and sent the girls off to school. I had a TON of stuff to get done today since I have pig roast guests starting to arrive tomorrow. I told Steve I'd run and get the three turkeys that we always deep fry and was reminded that the maximum poundage for the fryer is 12 lbs. No problem, babe.
Head to grocery store #1 in the next town over (5 miles away). They have two turkeys. One is 12.5 lbs. and one is a measley 6.5 lbs. Shit.
Head to grocery store #2 (another 10-15 miles away). They have 4 turkeys. Oh wait! They're all 13 to 14 lbs. Fuck.
Head back to grocery store #1 and grab the 12.5 lb one figuring Steve can at least smoke that one in the smoker. On the way out, help lift a little boy into a shopping cart because his mom was obviously very pregnant and I overheard her tell him that she couldn't lift him in and he'd have to walk. Great. Did my good deed for the day.
Come home to find a voice mail from Steve telling me I should "call around and order a port-a-potty" for Saturday. Yeah. Great. Wonderful spur of the moment decision there dude. What, exactly, does one look for in the yellow pages when looking to order a portable shitter?
I order the friggin' potty.
Head to grocery store #3 (15 miles in the other direction from my house). Keep in mind it's been about a 2 hour adventure now up to this point, it's almost noon, and I have another flippin' conference call at 2:00.
Remember Grace has to take something to daycare tomorrow for her daycare class to put in their treasure chest (whatever the hell that is). Dart into the dollar store, grab two 20-packs of markers and head over to the grocery store.
Ask the meat dude about turkeys. They've got 5 that are 16 lbs. (who the hell buys turkeys that big this time of year) and one without a label. Ask the guy to weigh it for me, explaining the situation. He says it's 13 lbs. but assures me that after it's defrosted and the packaging is removed, it'll be right around 12 lbs. Fine. I'll take it. He even checks in the back for me, but the rest are all around 20 lbs. [sigh] So I leave with turkey #2 and still need one more.
Go across the street to Crazy Jake's. This is a guy who has a portable BBQ joint. It's a grill on a trailor and he parks in a gas station parking lot all summer and it's always PACKED. Steve swears it's the best BBQ ever. (I hate BBQ sauce, so I'm taking his word for it.) Buy a gallon jug of Crazy Jake's sauce for the pig roast.
Head home and try to get some laundry done. Fail miserabley.
Get a call at 1:55 PM saying I just missed some other conference call. See, braindead me had assumed that the other two conference calls we had yesterday had been instead of the one today at 1:00. Um, no. But I still had to immediately dial into the 2:00 one (that I had remembered). Fuck. (They were TOTALLY nice about it though and didn't seem phased, so no biggie.)
Was on the phone for an hour and a half and ended the call being informed that conference call #4 will be held tomorrow from 10:30AM until noon. Fanfuckingtastic. Because I have nothing better to do tomorrow, ya know?
Took an hour to plug Steve's quarterly taxes into the computer so I could take it to the accountant.
I won't bore you with the rest of tonight's details, but it involved Steve popping wheelies on his skid loader (apparently, he's excited about this weekend?), 2 filthy, overtired children - one of whom tried to refuse a bath until I threatened her with bodily harm), me getting nothing else accomplished, Steve and I getting into a HUGE fight because he says I'm (literally) killing our kids because I microwave some of their food (seriously dude, this organic/health kick has got to stop), a bazillion phone calls from people regarding the pig roast, flight plans, pig pick ups, and other crap, a 5-year-old who refused to go to sleep until 10:00 tonight, random tantrums (by me), and partridge in a pear tree.
And tomorrow, lucky ol' me gets to run to WalMart, try to find another damn turkey somewhere, get home before 10:30 for my 1.5 hour conference call, wash bedding, wash towels, run to my FIL's to get an air mattress and foam camping/sleeping thing-a-ma-jigs, find enough pillows for everyone who will be sleeping here, do some actual work, find and clean the Pack & Play for our friends bringing their baby here this weekend, and get my laptop fixed.
But at 3:00, Tracey will arrive and all will be right with the world. Because once that first guest sets foot in my driveway, I pretty much don't give a shit what didn't get done. Not to say I still don't have a shitload to do before Saturday. I just won't care as much.
And since I'm rarely here anymore (SOB!), I'll throw in other news and add that our neighbor and her boyfriend broke up and he's moving out (which truly, truly breaks our hearts... we adore him), and my brother's going to be a DADDY! Hooray! So far, I'm the only one with kids, and I'm SOOOOO excited that that won't be the case anymore. YAHOO!!!
And with that, I must say goodnight. Because this is one tired girl and I don't see much rest happening for a good week or so. LOL! Damn pigroast... ;)
Monday, July 24, 2006
My poor kids. They're here and trapped inside the house while I sit here. Hannah's dumping water all over the damn house (but she's content, so I'm not yelling at her), and Grace is glued to the TV. Thank god for muteable phones, that's all I can say.
What else? We're gearing up for the pig roast this weekend. Getting everything cleaned and ready, washing sheets and towels for the overnight guests, making up the list of food we need, making sure everything's ready for the live band that's playing, etc. We're estimating around 100+ people coming. Good times, lemme tell ya... We're pumped!
So anyway, sorry I haven't been around. Between the pig roast preparations, lots of outside time with the kids, and the two projects I'm working on, I've been really busy and getting very little sleep.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
1. Have been working my fat ass off at night, trying to get all of my work done for the two projects I'm on. This involved little sleep, dodging certain emails and phone calls, and writing a lot of document content while buzzed on a few beers. Sweet.
2. Watched the girls play every night outside until well after 8:00. This means I have two WAY exhausted little girls this week.
3. Went with my mother-in-law to pick out curtains for the kitchen (she was paying). Couldn't help laughing out loud on several occasions when she suggested some... "No, I really don't think those apple printed curtains will go so well in the kitchen... No, I'm not really a big lace and ruffle fan... Ew! Those look old-ladyish!" Snort. However, it was painfully obvious that she wasn't too keen on the stuff I liked either, so we were even.
4. While at the store where I got the curtains, I had my highlight of the week when I found a pair of $70.00 Tommy Hilfiger jeans that were on sale for $8.00! Did you hear me? Eight fucking dollars!!! And they're damn cool too and I look damn thin in them, so I was pumped. I also got a pair of Tommy shorts and two Tommy shirts for a few bucks. My total Tommy Hilfiger purchase amount? $25.65, my friends. Sweet!
5. Didn't know whether to laugh or throttle Hannah when we were discussing something (not someone) being fat, and she said, "Yeah. Fat like you Mommy!" Little shit. [grumble grumble]
6. Had several mini panic attacks thinking about all of the stuff Steve and I still need to get done before next week's pig roast. We're pretty much screwed. But I figure if I get everyone drunk enough, no one will really notice the things we didn't get around to doing.
7. Almost (literally) shit my pants on Tuesday when I pulled out of the driveway, forgetting to grab the bank bag containing THOUSANDS of dollars in deposits for Steve's business account off of the trunk.
8. Sped like a mad woman back on the route I had just driven and thanked every god above when I found the bag (still containing all money) along the highway about a half mile from our house. I swear, I would've committed suicide before telling Steve I had lost the money. Literally.
9. Said a little silent "thank you" when my um, "monthly visitor", arrived yesterday instead of next week when she was due. Changing tampons while drunk off my ass at the pig roast would not have been fun.
10. Took Hannah to KMart with me with an entire box of 20 Care Bears band-aids on visible parts of her body (all applied by her, unknown by me of course until afterwards). She had 15 on her left leg, 3 on her right leg, and 2 on her arm. We got some really weird looks that day...
Sunday, July 16, 2006
70 hours of work in during the week, while also being a mom full-time, there is no spare time to blog. Dammit. This is going to be another quick and dirty post because I have a big rough draft due tomorrow, I haven't started it, and both girls are going to be home all day so I'm not forseeing much work getting done). A lot of you have already seen this on our Mom boards, so please don't feel the need to comment again. I appreciate all of the nice things you've already said. :)
Well, we finally have some of the lights in as of yesterday (as opposed to the bare lightbulbs that have been there for months... LOL!) Steve installed the three pendant lights over the island and a really cool light in the entry way inside the backdoor. They're all brushed nickel to match the hardware on our drawers and doors.
Oh, and the kitchen is red now. LOL!
In these pictures, please ignore the ugly ass barstools. [sigh] I've mentioned it before, but we borrowed them from my mother-in-law until we find some that match and that we really like. I HATE them, but they provide somewhere to sit, so what can you do, ya know? LOL!
And my MIL and I are going shopping this week for curtains, so those will be added soon too. :)
Thanks for looking!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Sorry gang. Life has been nuts. I was bombarded two days (out of three) this past weekend by a friend who invited herself to our house (along with her two sons). Great, right? The kids love playing together... she came here, so my daughters' entertainment was brought to me... etc. But dear lord. On the first day, she stayed for 6 hours. This went into dinner time, so she called her husband, told him to stop at our house on his way home from work, and I had to make an impromptu dinner for 8 fucking people, including a 1-year-old (thank god for Pasta Pickups). They finally left at 8:15, but only because the 1-year-old was exhausted and crying. What the hell? Five minutes before she left, she invited herself over again in two days. Um, ok? [sigh]
The second time, she stayed for 5 hours. At least she left at dinner time. What the hell? I'm all about playdates and getting kids together to play. But it's called a playdate, not a playday. I got absolutely nothing done this weekend due to her self-invitations. Don't get me wrong... she's a very nice person. But sweet jesus girl, you certainly know how to wear out your welcome.
Anyway, throw in a birthday party for Grace with her daycare friends, a
So although I'd like to write some more right now, my friends, I'm off to just begin working for the day. Sleep? Who needs sleep? Plenty of people function on no sleep, right? [sigh]
Friday, July 07, 2006
2. It's inevitable that whenever someone needs something important emailed to them immediately for your job, the file is going to reside on whichever computer is not currently hooked up to your DSL connection. (Long story, but I can only have one computer connected at a time, and I have no way to copy files off my old piece of shit PC to email the stuff from my laptop).
3. At some point (apparently, immediately after turning 3), your child will start protesting her crib and demand a "big girl bed", meaning you'll now have two children potentially wandering around your home in the middle of the night.
4. My husband is more anal retentive than I thought and makes me count (out loud and in front of him) the letters I'm supposed to mail for him today, so as to make sure I have that same number of letters upon arriving at the post office. You know, in case one somehow magically jumps out of the zippered pouch they are currently contained in.
5. Steve will invite everyone he sees and knows to come to the pig roast, even if he knows I can't stand the girl to which he handed the invitation.
6. Every single time you wet mop all of the floors in the downstairs of your home, every single person in the family (including yourself) will manage to drop or spill something on them within an hour of the mopping.
7. Deciding to make a "quick stop" at the local WalMart even though you haven't showered yet and look like shit, means you will inevitably run into someone you haven't seen in years, making them believe that you look like shit all of the time.
8. The one night you are really, really hungry and want to eat dinner is the same night your children will hover over you, and eat almost all of it off your plate, even though they ate their own dinner earlier.
I'm sure I've learned more, but having that much knowledge thrown at me in the span of two days has made my head hurt and has lessened my ability to retain short-term memories.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Now don't get me wrong. Wanting to be healthy is great. It really is. But there is a line that one crosses, taking them from "normal person wanting to be healthier" to "crazy ass health nut dude that needs to relax."
The two of us went grocery shopping this morning. Let me just say that I HATE grocery shopping with him. Hate it. I can be in and out of the store in an hour flat, and that includes checkout. Steve? It's a good 2 to 2.5 hour ordeal. Drives... me... insane...
So we're shopping today. He's not only throwing everything in the cart that says "organic" on it, but is looking at every brand of whatever product he wants to buy to see if there's an organic version. He's a slow reader, so it took a looooong time to go up and down every aisle.
In the meantime, I'm having dizzy spells. I think I have an ear infection (possibly in both ears) and it's throwing my balance off. There we were in the frozen food aisle when my head started spinning, I felt dizzy and my eyes couldn't focus right. I grab onto the shopping cart to keep from toppling over and tell Steve not to move it or I might fall. He chuckles and says, "Oh my god. Please don't pass out here and embarrass me." Thanks dude. (In his defense, he didn't realize how dizzy I was.) So I'm like, "No. Seriously. DON'T move it." He says, "OK. I'm going to go over and get laundry detergant. If you're on the floor when I get back, please don't be mad when I walk past and pretend I don't know you. If you start getting really bad, sit in the cart or something." Um, huh? You think my fat ass is going to fit in there? LOL! Ok dude.
So anyway, the dizzy spell passes and we continue shopping. I knew he had crossed that fine line I mentioned above when he bought two tubes of organic toothpaste (what?!) and grabbed a box of organic pancake mix that cost $7.00! Seven fucking dollars people! For pancakes! Jesus! dude, you need help. Lots and lots of help...
I will say though that his little organic phase has helped me lose weight. Not because I'm eating healthier, mind you. But because I just don't eat. Gone is the junkfood I lived on. Gone are the Pringles and TastyKakes and Doritos. I've dropped 8 lbs. or so. I'm starving, but I'm thinner. Yay.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Would it be mean to say that I'm looking forward to tomorrow when the girls go to daycare and I have the whole house to myself? Don't get me wrong... we've had a blast... Slip & Slides, the pool, skid loader rides, sprinklers, picnics, the park, etc. But I'm freakin' tired and have about run out of things to entertain my children with. I don't even care that I have to actually work tomorrow. It'll be quiet. And there will be no sippy cups to fill or boo boos to put bandaids on, or fights to break up. Ahhhh...
In other news, Grace lost her third tooth yesterday. She was sleeping over at Grandma's, so my mom got to play tooth fairy, and I haven't even seen her yet with her little gap-toothed grin. She's growing up so fast...
Saturday, July 01, 2006
But then we went to the stupid dog's birthday party today and created the Ultimate Slip & Slide. My sister has a much steeper hill at her house. And to add to the thrill, we threw a big piece of plastic at the end of it to double the length of the sliding fun. After these pictures were taken, we put yet another piece of plastic on the end and the kids were sliding clear to the fence at the end of the yard. LOL! A little redneck? Perhaps. But who gives a shit, when the end result is more fun.
But when you arrive at your neices' birthday party and hand out invitations to a birthday party for your dog, something's just not right. She'll never have kids (by choice), so I suppose her dogs are the equivalent for her. But for the love of god...
We'll go, because Grace and Hannah thinks it's neat that Hunter is having a birthday party. But if we didn't have kids, I can guarantee you, we'd skip that little shindig and instead, head to the camping/beer fest some good friends of mine host every year. [sigh] Someone pass me a beer...