Ok, so I saw this someplace else, and I just remembered about it this morning. Each Friday instead of a usual post I am going to post 5 things you might not otherwise know unless I told you. Easy enough right?
1. I make my bed just about every day (sometimes with himself's help) and don't consider my room in order unless I do. I know the "I'm just going to get back in it theory".. but IMO, the room looks messy if the bed's not made. I make my kids make their beds also, but I'm more relaxed about how theirs comes out.
2. I have a weakness for cookies. I can't resist sticking my hand in the jar when I walk by. Unless the cookies in the jar are one's I don't like, and even then once in a while I stick my hand in. I can't help it, I have a major sweet tooth.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
There's a place in France...where the girls don't want your pants
I can't believe that people don't have anything more important to research than this:
Keep Your Pants On
Keep Your Pants On
Would you like some cheese with that whine?
My son is sick. No, I take that back. My son is sneezy and stuffy and his throat hurts a little. It's either allergies or a cold, or a mix of both which is where I'd throw my money.
Is it wrong of me to want to kill him? He's so whiney and pathetic you'd think he was on death's doorstop. From the moment he gets up.. until the minute he goes to bed he talks in that super whiney woe is me voice. And complains about every damn thing. Almost to the point where you could really give a rat's ass less that he doesn't feel good because he's making YOU so miserable with his whiney-ness.
I should note that this is a trait that runs in DH's family. All the men are pathetic when they are sick.. my dh and FIL get grummpy though. It's almost better than whiney. .
Is it wrong of me to want to kill him? He's so whiney and pathetic you'd think he was on death's doorstop. From the moment he gets up.. until the minute he goes to bed he talks in that super whiney woe is me voice. And complains about every damn thing. Almost to the point where you could really give a rat's ass less that he doesn't feel good because he's making YOU so miserable with his whiney-ness.
I should note that this is a trait that runs in DH's family. All the men are pathetic when they are sick.. my dh and FIL get grummpy though. It's almost better than whiney. .
Monday, April 25, 2005
She's still preoccupied.. with 19xx
So it's spring vacation. A whole week off from school. And, in the spirit of Spring vacation, it's raining. It started Friday night on the way home from yoga. Fitting if you ask me, and it really hasn't stopped much since. After a long drab grey winter, this isn't what I need.
So, I decided to tackle some more of my spring cleaning list. Except I don't really feel that hot, I think I'm coming down with some cold my daughter's been fighting. Mix in some cleaning fumes and it's a rather lethal combo.
So there I am in the upstairs bathroom, scrubbing walls, and the radio in my bedroom starts belting out an old Journey tune. (it's a top 40 station, that doesn't play anything new) And I swear it was like a time warp sucked me right off the top floor and dumped me back in HS.
So for the 3 minutes that is the song, I daydreamed about HS, and old friends and hard times.. and when the song was over I was standing there with my rag wondering what the hell I was doing.
And I swear, I didn't take anything today but 2 Advil.
So, I decided to tackle some more of my spring cleaning list. Except I don't really feel that hot, I think I'm coming down with some cold my daughter's been fighting. Mix in some cleaning fumes and it's a rather lethal combo.
So there I am in the upstairs bathroom, scrubbing walls, and the radio in my bedroom starts belting out an old Journey tune. (it's a top 40 station, that doesn't play anything new) And I swear it was like a time warp sucked me right off the top floor and dumped me back in HS.
So for the 3 minutes that is the song, I daydreamed about HS, and old friends and hard times.. and when the song was over I was standing there with my rag wondering what the hell I was doing.
And I swear, I didn't take anything today but 2 Advil.
Friday, April 22, 2005
Harumph
Is it too much to expect people to give you an honest answer when you ask them a question?
Like when someone asks you with genuine concern how you are, and you kind of just give them a flip off the cuff "I'm fine" even though you know they are looking for more than that. That makes me want to smack my head against a wall until it explodes. If I didn't really care, I wouldn't bother asking. If you are tired of me asking, too damn bad. You don't get to decide how much I get to care about you.
Or if you ask someone a question and they know that you really won't like the honest answer, so they don't give it to you. And then you find out later.. that they lied "because they didn't want to upset you." Am I the only one who feels like the scum at the bottom of the pond when that happens?
How hard is it just to be honest with people. Maybe I'm just an idea that happened before my time.
Like when someone asks you with genuine concern how you are, and you kind of just give them a flip off the cuff "I'm fine" even though you know they are looking for more than that. That makes me want to smack my head against a wall until it explodes. If I didn't really care, I wouldn't bother asking. If you are tired of me asking, too damn bad. You don't get to decide how much I get to care about you.
Or if you ask someone a question and they know that you really won't like the honest answer, so they don't give it to you. And then you find out later.. that they lied "because they didn't want to upset you." Am I the only one who feels like the scum at the bottom of the pond when that happens?
How hard is it just to be honest with people. Maybe I'm just an idea that happened before my time.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
We have Lift-Off
Well, himself called up the people my Apple originally came from and bitched about how unhappy he's been with it since we first got it and blah blah blah (his job contracts with them so they kiss his ass constantly) and asked him what they could do to make the situation better.
I am the proud owner of a HP Compaq nx9600-also know as the Armada. I won't tell you how much this thing kicks ass, and then there's the screen... oooh boy. But I miss my Mac. Mac's are polar opposites of PC's, and once you've used one, it takes a while to re-learn a PC. What, you mean I can right click again?
So we have a new Pope. And he's not Italian. I'm surprised. The DH thought for sure it would be an African.. but alas, he's an old German. In bad health. Who suspects his reign will be short. (sigh) I dunno, we'll watch and see how it goes I guess.
We have 2 more full school days until spring break. A whole glorious week with no children. And when we get back we only have 7 more weeks and school is over. Except the kids know that too.. and work goes downhill once we get back in May. I only wish we'd have the weather we have had the past few days. Can't complain about 80 in April.
I am the proud owner of a HP Compaq nx9600-also know as the Armada. I won't tell you how much this thing kicks ass, and then there's the screen... oooh boy. But I miss my Mac. Mac's are polar opposites of PC's, and once you've used one, it takes a while to re-learn a PC. What, you mean I can right click again?
So we have a new Pope. And he's not Italian. I'm surprised. The DH thought for sure it would be an African.. but alas, he's an old German. In bad health. Who suspects his reign will be short. (sigh) I dunno, we'll watch and see how it goes I guess.
We have 2 more full school days until spring break. A whole glorious week with no children. And when we get back we only have 7 more weeks and school is over. Except the kids know that too.. and work goes downhill once we get back in May. I only wish we'd have the weather we have had the past few days. Can't complain about 80 in April.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Rotten Apples
My computer is broken. It's had issues for a while now, it's been taken into the shop.. they tell me it's having a power struggle, unplug it and turn it back on blah blah blah.
So it worked for a while, and it started having the same issues. Except none of the quirky little tricks Apple has set up work this time. So my heap won't even power up. I'm writing from the kid's computer.
My son thinks it is a riot that I have been reduced to sitting at their desk and typing because my "apple is rotten". Har Har.
So it worked for a while, and it started having the same issues. Except none of the quirky little tricks Apple has set up work this time. So my heap won't even power up. I'm writing from the kid's computer.
My son thinks it is a riot that I have been reduced to sitting at their desk and typing because my "apple is rotten". Har Har.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
It's beginning to look a lot like...
SPRING!!!! Hallelujah and do I hear an Amen?? And how bout them Red Sox? Eat crow Yankee suckkkkaaaas!!
The yard is almost 100% raked free of all leaves that surfaced in my yard after I did my big fall clean up (from my wonderful neighbor who lives across the street, whom I love but never rakes his damn leaves and they all blow over to my house) which is a near miracle for early April.. the crocus' have bloomed and I've decided I need more for next year.. and the birds are coming back. Granted, we have birds at our feeders all winter long.. but they are the hardy kind that stick out the cold and the snow. This week I've sighted several of the migrating types, and I'm glad they have come back to visit.
My brother bought me the cutest frog garden thermometer and rain gauge set for Christmas, and I've been dying for the snow to melt so I can figure out where to put these little jems.
On a sadder note, I've learned that my poor veggie garden, that we put in with such love and pride, doesn't get enough sun to support veggie life, which is why it's done so poorly the past 3 summers, and I think I'm going to have to brake down and turn it into a flower patch. Which, gives me a great place to put my froggies. It's presently a square raised bed, so I am going to plan it out with flowers and a path or two, and maybe even a water pool. We'll see how it goes. When life hands you salt, make margaritas' right?
The yard is almost 100% raked free of all leaves that surfaced in my yard after I did my big fall clean up (from my wonderful neighbor who lives across the street, whom I love but never rakes his damn leaves and they all blow over to my house) which is a near miracle for early April.. the crocus' have bloomed and I've decided I need more for next year.. and the birds are coming back. Granted, we have birds at our feeders all winter long.. but they are the hardy kind that stick out the cold and the snow. This week I've sighted several of the migrating types, and I'm glad they have come back to visit.
My brother bought me the cutest frog garden thermometer and rain gauge set for Christmas, and I've been dying for the snow to melt so I can figure out where to put these little jems.
On a sadder note, I've learned that my poor veggie garden, that we put in with such love and pride, doesn't get enough sun to support veggie life, which is why it's done so poorly the past 3 summers, and I think I'm going to have to brake down and turn it into a flower patch. Which, gives me a great place to put my froggies. It's presently a square raised bed, so I am going to plan it out with flowers and a path or two, and maybe even a water pool. We'll see how it goes. When life hands you salt, make margaritas' right?
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Aging, Grilling and the Sox
Today we went to visit Mr. DH's grandmother and her sister. She's fairly well along in age, and we haven't seen them since Christmas time. His Aunt and Uncle came also, and his parents and siblings and some of their sig. others. Overall it was a nice afternoon.
I can't help but think everytime that we leave, that this might be the last time we see them. And it makes me sad to think that, but I also know it's a reality. It's the same with my grandparents. They are all about the same age, which is old and frail. My children don't remember anyone in thier lives dying. Our grandparents will probably be the first. That idea makes me sad.
On a brighter note, we hauled the grill out of the barn tonight, and as we speak himself is out there grilling up some nice burgers for dinner. We don't have burgers all winter long, because I hate them broiled, but ooh baby, get them out over that open flame and I'm in heaven. Being the great north, I'm sure we're in for one last snow (we get one every april) but for now I can dream that warmer weather is on it's way and soon I can dig out my flip flops.
A big kudos to my friend Carly (see link to her blog in my favs) for this little tid bit:
http://www.nypost.com/news/regionalnews/23086.htm
Just remember.. last year, we kicked your asses!
I can't help but think everytime that we leave, that this might be the last time we see them. And it makes me sad to think that, but I also know it's a reality. It's the same with my grandparents. They are all about the same age, which is old and frail. My children don't remember anyone in thier lives dying. Our grandparents will probably be the first. That idea makes me sad.
On a brighter note, we hauled the grill out of the barn tonight, and as we speak himself is out there grilling up some nice burgers for dinner. We don't have burgers all winter long, because I hate them broiled, but ooh baby, get them out over that open flame and I'm in heaven. Being the great north, I'm sure we're in for one last snow (we get one every april) but for now I can dream that warmer weather is on it's way and soon I can dig out my flip flops.
A big kudos to my friend Carly (see link to her blog in my favs) for this little tid bit:
http://www.nypost.com/news/regionalnews/23086.htm
Just remember.. last year, we kicked your asses!
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Stop the World, I want to get off
Someone has a vicegrip around my head. Either that or my brain has gotten too big for my head and it's about to bust out of there. OR maybe, just maybe, .. no. "It is not a tumah."
I have a migraine. Everything is loud. Everything is bright. My stomache is queasy. And I work in an elementary school. With kids. Loud kids. And today is the book fair.
Maybe if I sneak out after lunch, no one will notice if I don't come back. (dreaming)
I have a migraine. Everything is loud. Everything is bright. My stomache is queasy. And I work in an elementary school. With kids. Loud kids. And today is the book fair.
Maybe if I sneak out after lunch, no one will notice if I don't come back. (dreaming)
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Calgon take me Awaaaaaay
Today is Wednesday. We have one more day of school and then three glorious day's off. Does it matter that I will be at school tommorow from 8am-7:30pm? No. Do I care that we have a meeting before school and then I have to plaster on a smile and sell books to parents with cranky children after? No. Friday, that glorious day to end the week is almost here. And today is technically over. Anything that happens now it just fluff. Besides, we drum tonight.. and let me tell you, drumming is major stress release. And tommorow is Thursday, with no school Friday I might just have a beer when I get home while I watch Survivor. If I can keep my eyes open.
On a lighter note, my son made principal's list this marking term. Straight A's and I'm very proud of him. I knew he could do it. He's made honor roll every term since he's been eligable (4th grade is the first year you can get it). Smart kid, just a little too silly sometimes for his own good.
On an even lighter note.. my favorite Dr. Carter is leaving ER. I have been a faithful ER watcher since episode 1. I have seen the faces change, and new people come and go, and have cried over the losses of others.. but though it all John Carter was still there. And all was right in the world. May 16th will be his last show. He's agreed to do 4 apperences for the next 2 seasons.. but big deal. Who's going to teach the interns? And who is Abby going to finally end up with? And how are they going to keep my interest .. how I ask? I guess it's been a really long time since 1994, and that's a lot of showtime. But c'mon... give a fan a break.
On a lighter note, my son made principal's list this marking term. Straight A's and I'm very proud of him. I knew he could do it. He's made honor roll every term since he's been eligable (4th grade is the first year you can get it). Smart kid, just a little too silly sometimes for his own good.
On an even lighter note.. my favorite Dr. Carter is leaving ER. I have been a faithful ER watcher since episode 1. I have seen the faces change, and new people come and go, and have cried over the losses of others.. but though it all John Carter was still there. And all was right in the world. May 16th will be his last show. He's agreed to do 4 apperences for the next 2 seasons.. but big deal. Who's going to teach the interns? And who is Abby going to finally end up with? And how are they going to keep my interest .. how I ask? I guess it's been a really long time since 1994, and that's a lot of showtime. But c'mon... give a fan a break.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Save some daylight for me dammit!
I hate daylight savings. Hate it with a fierce passion. I feel like I go to bed too late, I get up too damn early, and I'm tired. I'm happy spring is here, I love the warmer weather.. granted I could do without the mud.. but lord almighty, why do we mess with the clocks?
It puts me in a bad mood for a week. What? I was in a bad mood last week too? I know.. what the hell? I think it's old age, or too much winter, not enough chocolate, or some freak hormonal imbalance (someone at school thinks it might be early menopause, wtf?). Whatever it is.. I'm cranky. Some days, I don't even like myself. I don't know how the man puts up with me.
And why the hell are we saving daylight anyhow? It's not like we can pull the reserves in the dead of winter when it's been gray and dreary for 100 days straight in the great north... where's the daylight then? Huh huh huh??? So, that said.. I can't wait for Friday. No school and yoga after dinner. The girls are thinking of trying out the new martini bar after yoga. I don't know if I am up to that kind of excitment but at least I'll be relaxed. Unless some miserable wretch messes with the clocks again. Think I'll move to Arizona. They have their heads on straight there.
It puts me in a bad mood for a week. What? I was in a bad mood last week too? I know.. what the hell? I think it's old age, or too much winter, not enough chocolate, or some freak hormonal imbalance (someone at school thinks it might be early menopause, wtf?). Whatever it is.. I'm cranky. Some days, I don't even like myself. I don't know how the man puts up with me.
And why the hell are we saving daylight anyhow? It's not like we can pull the reserves in the dead of winter when it's been gray and dreary for 100 days straight in the great north... where's the daylight then? Huh huh huh??? So, that said.. I can't wait for Friday. No school and yoga after dinner. The girls are thinking of trying out the new martini bar after yoga. I don't know if I am up to that kind of excitment but at least I'll be relaxed. Unless some miserable wretch messes with the clocks again. Think I'll move to Arizona. They have their heads on straight there.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
A corny bit of humor
The Differences Between Men and Women
NICKNAMES: If Louise, Trana, Sheli and Eve go out for lunch, they will call each other Louise, Trana, Sheli and Eve. But if Mike, Phil, Rob and Jack go out for a brewsky, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Useless.
EATING OUT: And when the check comes, Mike, Phil, Rob and Jack will each throw in $20 bills, even though the tab is only for $22.50. None of them will admit to having anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back. When the girls get their check, out come the pocket calculators.
BATHROOMS: A man has six items in his bathroom -- a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of hair-caked soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 487. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.
NICKNAMES: If Louise, Trana, Sheli and Eve go out for lunch, they will call each other Louise, Trana, Sheli and Eve. But if Mike, Phil, Rob and Jack go out for a brewsky, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Useless.
EATING OUT: And when the check comes, Mike, Phil, Rob and Jack will each throw in $20 bills, even though the tab is only for $22.50. None of them will admit to having anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back. When the girls get their check, out come the pocket calculators.
BATHROOMS: A man has six items in his bathroom -- a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of hair-caked soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 487. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.
Let Your Light Shine Before Others
I found this so moving the first time I read it.. that I came back to it again upon hearing of the Pope's passing. Well done good and faithful servent.. rest in peace with your Maker.
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Faith is not just a collection of theoretical assertions to be accepted and approved by the mind, but an experience to be had, a truth to be lived, the salt and light of all reality.
By Pope John Paul II
Gospel for Sunday, February 6, 2005
Fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time
Mt: 5:13-16
"You are the light of the world...". For those who first heard Jesus, as for us, the symbol of light evokes the desire for truth and the thirst for the fullness of knowledge which are imprinted deep within every human being.
When the light fades or vanishes altogether, we no longer see things as they really are. In the heart of the night we can feel frightened and insecure, and we impatiently await the coming of the light of dawn. Dear young people, it is up to you to be the watchmen of the morning (cf. Is 21:11-12) who announce the coming of the sun who is the Risen Christ!
The light which Jesus speaks of in the Gospel is the light of faith, God's free gift, which enlightens the heart and clarifies the mind. "It is the God who said, 'Let light shine out of darkness', who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God on the face of Christ" (2 Cor 4:6). That is why the words of Jesus explaining his identity and his mission are so important: "I am the light of the world; whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life" (Jn 8:12).
Our personal encounter with Christ bathes life in new light, sets us on the right path, and sends us out to be his witnesses. This new way of looking at the world and at people, which comes to us from him, leads us more deeply into the mystery of faith, which is not just a collection of theoretical assertions to be accepted and approved by the mind, but an experience to be had, a truth to be lived, the salt and light of all reality (cf. Veritatis Splendor, 88).
In this secularized age, when many of our contemporaries think and act as if God did not exist or are attracted to irrational forms of religion, it is you, dear young people, who must show that faith is a personal decision which involves your whole life. Let the Gospel be the measure and guide of life's decisions and plans! Then you will be missionaries in all that you do and say, and wherever you work and live you will be signs of God's love, credible witnesses to the loving presence of Jesus Christ. Never forget: "No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a bushel" (Mt 5:15)!
January 31, 2005
Excerpted from the MESSAGE OF THE HOLY FATHER TO THE YOUTH OF THE WORLD, XVII World Youth Day, Toronto, JULY 2002
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Faith is not just a collection of theoretical assertions to be accepted and approved by the mind, but an experience to be had, a truth to be lived, the salt and light of all reality.
By Pope John Paul II
Gospel for Sunday, February 6, 2005
Fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time
Mt: 5:13-16
"You are the light of the world...". For those who first heard Jesus, as for us, the symbol of light evokes the desire for truth and the thirst for the fullness of knowledge which are imprinted deep within every human being.
When the light fades or vanishes altogether, we no longer see things as they really are. In the heart of the night we can feel frightened and insecure, and we impatiently await the coming of the light of dawn. Dear young people, it is up to you to be the watchmen of the morning (cf. Is 21:11-12) who announce the coming of the sun who is the Risen Christ!
The light which Jesus speaks of in the Gospel is the light of faith, God's free gift, which enlightens the heart and clarifies the mind. "It is the God who said, 'Let light shine out of darkness', who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God on the face of Christ" (2 Cor 4:6). That is why the words of Jesus explaining his identity and his mission are so important: "I am the light of the world; whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life" (Jn 8:12).
Our personal encounter with Christ bathes life in new light, sets us on the right path, and sends us out to be his witnesses. This new way of looking at the world and at people, which comes to us from him, leads us more deeply into the mystery of faith, which is not just a collection of theoretical assertions to be accepted and approved by the mind, but an experience to be had, a truth to be lived, the salt and light of all reality (cf. Veritatis Splendor, 88).
In this secularized age, when many of our contemporaries think and act as if God did not exist or are attracted to irrational forms of religion, it is you, dear young people, who must show that faith is a personal decision which involves your whole life. Let the Gospel be the measure and guide of life's decisions and plans! Then you will be missionaries in all that you do and say, and wherever you work and live you will be signs of God's love, credible witnesses to the loving presence of Jesus Christ. Never forget: "No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a bushel" (Mt 5:15)!
January 31, 2005
Excerpted from the MESSAGE OF THE HOLY FATHER TO THE YOUTH OF THE WORLD, XVII World Youth Day, Toronto, JULY 2002
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