Thursday, May 26, 2005
How Fun
3 names I go by:Julie Mom Kristen's Mom3 Screen-names I've had:simplethingsinlife rubygem67 Lunamoth101392 3 physical things I like about myself:my feet I'm afraid thats it. 3physical things I dislike about myself: my face My ass My hair3 parts of my heritage:IrishEnglishand Indian3 things I am wearing right now:Jeans A new hoodie that I'm really excited about because I've NEVER had one and my anniversary gift (more like a suck up gift)3 favorite bands / musical artists:Ok, I'll agree with Meatlof, can't get enough of the loaf. Always the best...FLEETWOOD MAC and I really like Bo Bice on IDOL...He is so hot and the world needs more of something besides country music...YUCK3 (of many) favorite songs: Gold Dust Woman/The Chain (this one is a tie) "IF" And OF COURSE Paradise...we all know all the words! 3 things I want in a relationship: Romance (I know I won't have that in this lifetime...but I'm looking forward to the next one) Pampering Companionship 3physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to me:Physique (not the funky kind like my husband) Nice eyes and for once I'd like to find nice feet3 of my favorite hobbies:Listening to music Painting-although I'm not that good at it Gardening3 things I want to do really badly right now:Eat Drink and Be Merry3 things that scare me:Spiders Losing my daughter (in any way) and the most scary thing to me is death-kinda morbid huh?3 of my everyday essentials:Laughter Animals Love3 careers you have considered or are considering:Now if I knew this one I wouldn't be a stay at home mom!3 places you want to go on vacation:Anywhere tropical with tropical drinks Camp on the Carrabasset Africa3 kids' names you like:Katie Mary Johnny3 things you want to do before you die:swim with dolphins have a conversation with Micheal Jackson Have the world go back to horse and wagon days3 ways I am stereotypically a boy:If I cut my hair short I look like a boy Until I packed on 30 pounds I had no boobs I can't think of another one...isn't that enough3 ways I am stereotypically a girl:I hate the idea of any animal being hunted I watch chick flicks and cry during every one of them I love pretty things3 celeb crushes:Antonio Sabato Jr. Joe Lando-"Sully" on Dr. Quinn Most recently Bo Bice This is very depressing but I have nobody to tag...Mel is my only reader...I'm so sad
Monday, May 09, 2005
What a Week!
So, the week started off before it even got here. Saturday was like any other Saturday until the phone rang. It was a "friend", so I thought, until we reached the end of the call. We talked about what we needed to talk about and then she turned rude for apparently no reason. That bothered me the entire rest of the day. I don't even know what happened...now there's even more tension to deal with. Skip to early int he week...Get a call form the school that the daughter is having some touble with a couple of friends. Pick her up from school and ask how her day was and water works start flowing...HEAVILY. For two hours she cried and felt pretty bad. Hurt is more like it. The mom in me wanted to hold her and tell her it would be alright but I know she has to work this one out herself. Another side of me wanted to go right to the instigators house and confront her...but what good would that do. This girl is an emotional wreck and her homelife sucks. She thrives on the attention she gets from getting into it with her friends...that said, it still wasn't right what she did to the girls. They were very upset when she tore the friendship necklace from her neck and threw it at my daughter...and it wasn't even my daughter she was angry with. My poor little girl just got caught in the crossfire. Three days spent in the Principals office is how I spent my week. He is very close to us and he felt so bad about it all he wanted to do was grab her and give her a hug but he couldn't because he couldn't show favoritism. So...on with the week. We spent every day in upset in some form. Just one thing after another...Then we get to Friday and the dance. The dance may have been the final one ever, except for proms and such. With the new administator comig in, we don't know the status of having dances next year. She had a blast with her friends...didn't dance much though. I was asked to chaperone as usual and she was excited about that...she wants me at EVERYTHING...I was doing my duties with the other chaperones there with no problem, UNTIL, about five of us chaps were pulled onto the dance floor by huge bunch of kids. They wanted us to dance with them...so we did...and after it was over I find out that my daughter was very embarassed by it and for the rest of the evening treated me like I was non-human. Mad is an understatement of how it made me feel. She wants me there but I can in no way have fun with it I guess. I talked to hubby about it and he is wild...thinks she is not treating me very nicely lately and it needs to stop. There are so many more details to my awful week...these make it look like a simple week actually...just too troubled by it all to keep writing about it. So, I ask you this...When does it start getting easier? I can answer myself, It doesn't. It just gets more complex. Will I survive? Yes, just like every other mom this stuff has happened to. Hope this reminds a fe of you that you aren't alone out there...it happens to all of us...
Mother's Day!
The day has come and gone and I sit here wondering the purpose of the day. It used to be to honor mother's and the hard work they do and to show them how appreciated they are. Well, not in my house. I started my day out fine. Hubby came home after working all night and slipped quietly into bed without so much as a word that he appreciates me. No biggie! I pull myself out from the nice warm covers wishing that there were ONE day that I could just sleep in. After preparing for the day I get to the kitchen to have the daily bowl of oatmeal and at this point I am full of anticipation of what my darling little girl might be planning for my day. I wait! And wait...and wait....and wait... Finally at about 9:00 she sneaks from her bedroom to come and give me a big kiss on the cheek and say Happy Mother's Day. It felt nice...especially after the very trying week we both just went through. She decides that she is going to sit and do computer stuff for a while...still no biggie. The day goes on...hubby get's out of bed at about noon and sits in front of the TV. Still nothing about it being Mom's special day. I decide that I'm getting quite irritated by the whole thing and to make myself feel better...to pout is more like it...I do some laundry and clean the bathrooms and pour my heart into housework of all kinds. She still sits at the computer playing Sims and chatting with her friends...he is engrossed with a movie. Time for me to do something...off to get groceries for the week...still hoping that they might be planning at least a little something....NOT! After groceries the hubby says that he wants to stop at Agway to buy a polant or something for Mom's Day. Well, this irritated me even further. Nothing like waiting till the very last minute. I wasn't trying to be ungreatful but I had just been there a day or two before and saw nothing for plants that I wanted. I had bought a beautiful hanger for my mother there and didn't want to recieve the same thing...do you blame me? Two weeks ago I mentioned that Mother's Da was coming up and that I didn't want anything...just a day of rest and to be taken out for a nice meal so I wouldn't have to slave at the stove. Anyway, we drive past the Agway and now I'm not hte only one irritated...child is in the backseat feeling pretty bad and hubby is still oblivious of how we both feel. Home again...groceries put away by ME of course...still waiting for a decision on where we are going for din din and NOTHING! Not even an inkling that I might be taken away from my duties. Time is running out and now I have to make the decison that it will be meatloaf and fiddleheads and off to the kitchen I go. Two hours later we are sitting at the table eating sup and kid has been back at the computer all afternoon and hubby back in front of TV watchin some Ali fight from the 60's. The whole time din is cooking I am also vaccuming and folding the washed and dryed laundry and picking up the house and setting the table and you know, all the Motherly things. We eat, he leaves for work, she goes back to the computer and I head to the sink to wash the dishes because that's what Mother's Day is all about...doing all the motherly things. That was my Mother's Day...still no words other than a kiss on the cheek and a Happy Mothers Day from my daughter first thing that morning. To all you mom's out there....I certainly hope your's was way better than mine! Love to all...
