An update on the R/C car… because I know you are dying to know!

May 30, 2007 at 3:58 pm (Brody)

Brody played with his car for exactly 2.3 minutes.  I think they had more fun taking the batteries out of the extra battery pack.  Evan got this little truck with a remote control – the kind where the controller was attached by a wire to the truck.  He liked it so much, until Brody brought home the big truck.

I have figured out that things will hold the kids interest if they are interactive.  The moment that Brody can’t have someone’s attention with what he’s doing is the moment he’ll quit. 

So now the truck sits in his bedroom… I don’t even know where the controller is.  I’ll most likely pack it away and take it out for him in 6 months. 

I think that we will stick to arts and crafts from now on.  Possibly a new book or two.  Certainly, no more r/c trucks – because it’s just not worth it.  Mind you, this is my opinion only – Daddy might have a different opinion.  Not sure if we are counting his opinions just yet.  heh


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The GREAT grandparents visit of 2007!

May 30, 2007 at 3:18 pm (Family)

Well, the parents came and went.  I think the four of them had a very good time reconnecting with each other.  By the time my parents leave, the boys have forgotten that they only see them once or twice a year.

Brody was so happy to be around his grandparents again, he was bursting!  The first day they were there, the boys had cleaned up the back yard.  I asked Brody how he got the vacuum cleaner into his play set (up the stairs and everything) and he replied “I did it with working hands Mama!”  He had a set of gloves on and was just itching to be helpful.  They hauled wood, picked up shredded logs (thanks to Sasha), leaves, garbage – basically everything that was in the backyard but shouldn’t be.

Evan tends to be shy.  While Michael and I were home he refused to give goodnight hugs and kisses to his grandparents… I think he thinks he cheating maybe?  Mom managed to wrangle a few hugs and kisses while we spent a few days away – but not nearly enough for her liking.   I have some great photos but when I was ready to upload them – flickr was getting a massage.  I’ll try again soon.   Speaking of pictures… some of you have a surprise coming in the mail.  I won’t say what or who…. but you can expect an envelope.  I think YOU know who YOU are.  One of these people has put me on her “do not give auntie pictures of her nephew and niece until I receive pictures of nephews” – she knows who she is.

Back to the visit.  We were all disappointed when Mom and Dad left earlier than expected.  Well, I expected them to stay a bit longer – but wasn’t really sure what their plans were.  We even tried bribery and guilt – but nothing worked.   However, I don’t think the kids are down from their sugar high yet.  In fact, we had to throw out a lot of “treats” that were left.  The sugar content in the house was so high, Michael and I were buzzing!

I do have great pictures of Evan and his grandpa that I will post on flickr.  My dad looks great in these photos – Evan looks like someone is pinching him and there’s a bad smell in the air. 

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What kind of title is this?

May 30, 2007 at 2:52 pm (House)

Sometimes, the hardest part about blogging is the title of the entry for that day.  I could put “entry for May 30, 2007” but how much fun is that?  It’s not.

We had a visit from a potential Realtor today.  We were hoping to list our house and sell it – but it doesn’t look like that will be in the plans for us any time soon.  The market is a buyers market and the days of selling your cardboard box for half a million dollars are gone!  She came up with a number and let’s just say that it was about 80,000 dollars lower than what we had hoped for.  If we sold, we wouldn’t walk away with very much at all.  It appears that we are stuck.

In the span of an hour, our house bubble had burst and we were deflated.  I feel for Michael, he really had high hopes (as did I – I guess).  So, we will see what her market analysis brings back and what she thinks we can get for the house and go from there.  I am not willing to walk away for such little money and neither is Michael.  We will continue to clean out the crap we’ve never used, get rid of the clutter, fix up the house the way we want it, look for better storage options and move along. 

If we don’t sell it, at least we’ll have it the way we want it.  I’m so tired of living in a house that doesn’t really function well.  We finally have the backyard cleaned up, we are still working on the kitchen.  Maybe we’ll do something in the garage for better storage options.  I would love to have the garage cleaned and drywalled.  Those are things we can do to make our time in that house more manageable. 

Right now, we are keeping our fingers crossed that we can get list the house for what we think it should sell for. 

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Speaking of work

May 25, 2007 at 10:03 am (Michael, Work)

I have to deal with a lot of crap at my job.  We take complaints all the time from people who aren’t happy with the way they were treated.  I have found lost items, I have rearranged conference rooms for demanding “professionals,”  I have had prescriptions renewed without a visit to the doc, I have participated in fire drills, I have manned the hallways when a code was called.  I have not been formally thanked for my participation in these activities, it is expected of me and is part of “other duties as assigned.” 

I do these things (not always with a smile) because it’s what I get paid to do.  I don’t love it here.  I’d rather be at home reading a good book or knitting or even making dinner for my family.  I have come to the conclusion that I work to live.  As a girl who came from parents whose work defined them – this is a major step.  I do not live to work.  I tried that and I failed miserably.  Not only did I fail – but my family failed (my boys need a lot of attention… all 3 of them).  I’ve had to learn to keep work crap at work and home crap at home.  Finally realizing that my job isn’t my life has completely changed my outlook. 

I don’t like coming to work, but I happen to work with a great group of people.  Like a second family. 

I am jealous of Michael because he truly loves his job.  He loves his customers and what he gets paid to do.  He loves going in to the office and working overtime.  I envy that.  One day I will have a job that I love.  A job that I feel a passion for. 

Now, if only I could figure out which job it is.

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Brody and the R/C Car

May 25, 2007 at 9:55 am (Brody)

About a month ago, we bribed promised Brody that if he stopped having pee-pee accidents during the day, that we would buy him a remote controlled (or radio controlled) car.  But he needed 30 happy face stickers on the fridge calendar before we’d let him have it. 

Today is the day that he’ll get his car! 

Of course, there’s been a few accidents – but I know it was because of this belt that he wears.  Sometimes it sticks and he can’t get it open in time, which causes him to pee.  Granted he waits until the very last minute before he tries to get his pants down – but I forgave him that.  I had to be understanding – this really is the first goal that he’s been actively participating in.  Some might even say that it was a lofty goal.  He looked at the calendar everyday, making sure we had his happy face sticker on it for that day.  He would remind me that he didn’t have any accidents that day – with a big smile on his face.  I am very proud of him for achieving this goal.   

With this car comes a little more responsibility.  He won’t be able to just leave it where it lies – he’ll need to make sure it’s up and out of the way.  I’m going to take him with me to buy a container to keep it and all it’s parts in and he’s going to need to take care of it.  He’ll also be warned that if he doesn’t take care of it – and it breaks – that we won’t be buying him a new one. 

Now, if Daddy breaks it – that’s a different story!

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My body is not a wonderland

May 25, 2007 at 9:38 am (Bored)

It appears that, as I get older, my body is continually letting me down.  When I was young, I could stay up all night partying, then wake up at 6:00 am and go to work.  I could run on 3.5 hours of sleep, work a full day, then go out at night – several times a week. 

Now that I am official in my mid-30’s my body has started talking back to me.  Disrespecting me so much that I am looking to trade it in for a new one.  It has stopped burning fat the way it should, my knees snap crackle and pop when I use them (which is so very sexy), along with other various aches and pains my hips have a tendancy to become lax and will slightly twist, thereby pinching my sciatic nerve and causing me great pain.  Which brings me to exactly where I am right now.  I have been in sciatic hell for about 3 months now.  You can imagine how happy and wonderful I’ve been lately!  The pain is so bad that I can’t sit for an extended period of time – making it almost impossible to work, drive, and sleep – or do anything else for that matter.  I can’t do laundry, I can’t unload the dishwasher or pick up my dirty clothes.  I can’t get my children dressed for the day, nor can we wrestle on the ground before bedtime.  I’m a bitch at work, barely speaking at all and I’m even worse at home because my tolerance level is at zero.  I can’t stand the screaming and fighting that sometimes happens with two boys in the house.

I’m tired. I’m cranky.  AND I don’t feel like working. 

Anyways, the sciatica has progressed to where I can’t feel my toes.  I’m also having sharp pain down the back of my leg with spasms in my calf (fun!).  I went to see a doctor, he prescribed a muscle “relaxer” but it doesn’t really work.  I’m also taking motrin 3 times a day, which makes me so sleepy that I have found my head bobbing at work (professional!).  I went to physical therapy yesterday and we did some exercises, then as I was getting ready to leave – he surprised me with crutches!  Also, he suggested that I carry my things in a fanny pack (as if!).  He said that if I didn’t want the crutches he could give me a walker.  A walker!!  My grandmothers don’t even use a walker!!  Could you see me with a walker and a fanny pack?  Just shoot me! 

I compromised with the crutches and a backpack.  That was the last straw for me.  I ended up having a good cry after that during my PT appointment.  I just took the motrin – so in about 20 minutes or so, I’ll be sleeping at my desk.  Don’t wake me.

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May 8, 2007 at 3:46 pm (Work)

I work in the healthcare field.  I do not provide direct patient care, but I have taken care of some patients.  The best thing about my job is dealing with our Physician in Charge.  He is the most likeable guy with a great sense of humour.  He is a guy that operates on eyes, is fiercely dedicated to his family and job (in that order) and someone who will drop what he’s doing to listen to your funny story or consult with you on allergy eye drops.  Apparently Cromolyn is the best.  🙂

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May 8, 2007 at 3:37 pm (Friends)

I think this word exactly describes how I am feeling today.  I’ve got the “i don’t give a shit” attitude today and nothing can be done to stop it.

A long time friend is going through some major stuff today.  Her mom died yesterday and I just don’t know how to help her through it.  Unfortunately, I cannot fly to be with her – so I’m stuck on my end, feeling like I need to be there but knowing that I can’t possibly make it. 

My reasons for not going are completely selfish.  My parents are leaving Canada to drive down here on Saturday and I can’t miss work now, otherwise I won’t have any time available when they are here.  I see my parents MAYBE twice a year – I need to see them. 

So of course, all of this swirly head thinking led me to an outburst of monstrous proportions last night.  Poor Michael.  I won’t get into details, but we both left the conversation feeling pretty crappy.  He is a fixer.  There is nothing he can do to fix this and that leaves him feeling helpless.  I am a complainer.  I felt better after complaining and crying and blubbering – but now I’m just sad.

I’m sad for my friend. 

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Brody and the F word

May 7, 2007 at 9:22 am (Brody)

So, on no less that 3 occasions this weekend, my dear sweet son said the F word.  On the last occasion, his daddy washed his mouth out with soap – and I followed up with “straight to bed.”  He said he learned it from this kid at school and ever since then – he’s been using it with some frequency. 

When I hear this word come out of my son’s mouth… well, I just can’t even explain the feelings that it provokes in me.   Don’t get me wrong, I have been known to say this word before… often times with more frequency than a trucker – I just can’t even stand to hear it come from my son. 

I researched why children swear and how I can stop my 4 year from swearing… 

This is what I got:

  • If you react with anger when your toddler says a swear word he may use it again when he is upset with you in some way and wants you to know about it. (How can I not react with anger!  He’s four! And said the F word!)
  • If your children say a swear word when they are angry or distressed it is probably most helpful to show them how to say what they really mean, eg “I can see you feel really cross/upset/ disappointed…” rather than make a big fuss about the word(Are they kidding?!?)

How can I not make a big fuss out of the word!  This is the WORST swear word that a person can say – not to mention a 4 year old!  Don’t make a big deal?  Do these people even have children?  This tactic may work but I’m not sure I can do this.   The reaction from me is split second – I don’t even think about my reaction – it just happens.  Which means, I’m going to have to slow down my reaction time (can I do this?).  What I really want to do is find this kid at school and slap his mother.  You can’t always get what you want. 

I’m hoping and praying the soap worked and it has curbed my son’s desire to say the F word.   If not, I’m sure duct tape will work.

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The weather

May 7, 2007 at 8:52 am (Bored)

AT 8:00 am this morning, it was 80F.  They are expecting high temperatures in San Francisco – 92F at least.  Considering I work more north east of the city, it generally gets much much warmer here than in SF.  I can’t even imagine what the temp will be at lunch time – but hopefully it cools down before my fitness bootcamp this evening.

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