High School or the First Ring of Hell?

Posted On August 28, 2008

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The Mother Hen is starting “senior” high school this year.  So, we all went to her 9th grade orientation.  The very first thing that we noticed was the gym was about 400 billion degrees.  Everyone was shifting uncomfortably and waving their Student Handbooks as make-shift fans.

As side from sweating like crazy, there was a lot of stuff going on.  The principal mentioned a new program that forces students to do their homework.  More than 3 missing assignments in any one class and you get to spend your lunch hour in an academic support class.  If you don’t start doing you job after that, you start spending time after school in the same program.  They will even call home and get the parents involved.  Also, the parents can call the school and enroll their kids in the program if they don’t think their students are doing well.  (If you are a high school-er, this sounds like the First Ring of Hell). 

The Mother Hen was more interested in talking to her friends than she was to listening to the speakers.  We had to get her attention several times to make sure that she was paying attention to the important parts.  Like the homework program or the school cop doing searches of students lockers.  (If you are a parent, this sounds like the First Ring of Hell, constantly having to get your kids attention in a room crowded full of teenagers.)

We found the Second Ring of Hell when we were adjournedto locate her locker.  There was nothing on the map that indicated where the locker numbers were and they kept changing direction of the numbers.  One hall would go up another would go down and you were going in the same direction.  It tooks of 20 mins in the heat to locate her locker and then we had a hard time getting it open.  It was getting stuck so Bear had to hit it a few times before it would work for her. 

The Fourth Ring of Hell was for The Mother Hen alone.  (Yes, I know I skipped the third…)  They were holding school pictures and ID pictures in the gym.  The Mother Hen has very curly hair and after being in the heat and sweating her curly hair turned to nothing but frizz.  She was tortured by the idea of getting her picture taken with her makeup running and hair frizzing out.  She begged us to let her skip and attend the make up day on the second day of classes.  Since we were all hot and tired, we let her skip it. 

Both Bear and I never really had a high school orientation.  It was pretty much, pick your classes, here is your locker number and good luck!  So, orientation was a new experience for us.  They hold one every year and I can tell you right now, I am not looking forward to next year.  Being crammedin a gym with 400 people in the heat, is not my idea of a good time!

Focus Pride

Posted On August 26, 2008

Filed under Bear, funny quotes, life, self

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Have you ever noticed how motorcyclists always nod or wave to each other on the road?  Motorcyclists always show their pride and recognize each other.  So, what not Ford Focus owners?  Bear thinks it could be the start of a new trend. 

We both have Ford Foci (Focuses?)

The Power Focus

 

This is a picture of a car that looks like Bear’s.  He has called it The Power Focus.  Whenever we are in it, and he goes over 20 mph, the kids shout “GO, GO POWER FOCUS!!”

 

 

 

 

 

The Other Focus

The Other Focus

The girls call this The Girl Focus because I drive it.  No other reason that I am aware of, unless they have been looking underneath it to check for girl parts…
Anyway, the next time you are on the road you may start to see Foci drivers waving at each other.  No, we are not crazy, we are just showing some Focus Pride!

They’re spinnin’!!!!

Posted On August 22, 2008

Filed under The Spin Cycle

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(This Spin Cycle Entry is about work)

This whole week I have worked two jobs.  (Three if you count Step-Mom).  I would go to my day job working from 9am – 5pm and then Bear and I would meet up for our evening job installing network cable for a small company.  We worked until about 10:30 every night, and got back up in the morning to do it again.  We would come home dirty and exhausted, but generally feeling good about ourselves because we were working to make our lives better.

Thursday on the way to our second job Bear stretched out in the car and tried to just catch a few minutes break.  “You know, I would work myself to death as long as the person I am working for appreciates it,” he said after a few minutes of not getting any rest.  I know that he was referring to the fact that the kids needed some more school clothes and that is why he was working so hard.  But, the comment really made me think.  I know he really would work himself to the point of not functioning.  He would even work past that, if we needed something that bad.

So, as I was driving into the major city that I work in this morning, I saw some beggers on the street corner.  The same beggars I see every morning, holding up signs asking for money.  They have signs written in marker on cardboard that looks like it was cut instead of ripped.  If you keep driving, two blocks down is a homeless shelter, a salvation army and a job placement agency all right in a row.  I never see people coming in or out of those places, I just see the people sitting on the corner.  I know that people are really down on their luck and that people have lost jobs like crazy but I have to wonder, where do they get the markers and cutting tools to make their signs.  And, why don’t they walk three blocks and look for a help to get a job.  I know that work is scarce but every day I am starting to see new “Help Wanted” signs in windows.  But, I still pass these people on the corner every day.

I wonder if these people even want to work.  I would guess not, if the resources are there and they don’t use them.  But, I just don’t understand how someone chooses not to work if the need is there.  Don’t get me wrong, I think being a mom, wife or dad, husband is work.  If you can afford to stay home and you want to, you should.  I just don’t understand those people who choose to do nothing when the need to work to survive.

The girls have taking to calling the pan-handlers hobos.  It is also something they call each other when they are angry.  “Stop it you, Hobo!”  Its almost as insulting as being called a butthead.  “Get away from me, Hobo-lover!”, is a little worse on the insult scale.  There have been tears over these insults.  I hope that the three of them are never in the situation where they have to beg for money.  But if they end up in that situation, it is my hope that they still try to work and never just give in to being homeless and helpless to change it.

My dad use to say, “Work is hard, that is why we call it work. Otherwise, we would call it fun.”  I think I learned my work ethic from both of my parents as well as some Aunts and Uncles.  But, I will never forget that my dad would come home from work every day exhausted and smelling of motor oil.  It left a lasting impression on me and I know that I will always work if I can help it.

It’s a mother thing

I wrote before about our vacation to the water park.  While we were there, The Show said something that truly surprised me.  It surprised me so much, that I didn’t even know if I was going to write about it.

We were all in line for the large water slide, holding our inner-tubes under our arms and trying not to knock each other over with them.  Bear whispers to me that my tag is showing so, I fix it.  Then I look at the girls and sure enough, their tags are sticking up to.  So, I lean over and tap The Show on the back and say, “Hey, tuck your tag in.”  She does without much thought about it.  (Honestly, I don’t think it would bother her if her tag was showing or not.)  Then, I tapped The Mother Hen on the shoulder and say, “Your tag is sticking out, tuck it in.”  She just looks at me, and blinks.  Then, she looked offended.  The Show dismissed her look with a wave of her hand, “It’s a mother thing.”  Then she moved forward in line a bit.  The Mother Hen didn’t look upset after that and just quietly tucked her tag in.

 

What surprised me about this was that I didn’t even know that The Show thought of me that way.  I also didn’t know that she knew what “mother” things are.  Her own mother does not do “mother” things and The Show never really acted like she cared one-way or the other.  But, that is part of the reason I gave her that name.  She doesn’t let too many people see the real her and she rarely talks about anything serious.  I think it is her way of dealing with her mother.

 

The comment just flew by and no one said another thing about it.  Shortly after she said it, we were riding on the water slide, going full speed and almost tipping over.  We were too busy hooting and hollering to care what was said.  But, I don’t think I will ever forget that moment.

Football is back!

Posted On August 20, 2008

Filed under bonding time, family, life

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I am soo glad that football is back!  I look forward to this starting in February!  I am the commissioner for my fantasy football league.  And every year, I get some tons of phone calls, text messages and e-mails during the month of August.  The following is a list of some of the requests/questions I have gotten over the past few years.

1) “Can we add more bench slots? ”

2) “I know we pick randomly who goes first for the draft, but since I won last year, can I go first?”

3) “For this years first pick, I would like your pasta salad with no peppers, quarterback, [WickedStepMom]’s kitchen”

4) “Could you pick my players for me?  This way if I lose, I can blame you”

5) “If I don’t get Peyton Manning, can I kick someone’s butt?”

Keep in mind that all of these people are related to me in some way, which I think makes this whole process scarier.  Especially in the first few rounds of the draft.  If you have never been to a live fantasy football draft, imagine being on a street corner in ancient Rome where there is a bazaar and everyone within a 50 foot radius is trying to purchase the same thing while yelling at the top of theirlungs.  The girls are going to be there for the first time this year and The Mother Hen is gong to play.  I will let you know how it goes, but I have a feeling that the kids are going to get right in the mix of the chaos.

Grr!!

Posted On August 20, 2008

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WordPress is being crazy today!  I published this once already today and I wrote this because one of my posts was eaten by wordpress!

“Anyone ever tell you, you look like Bjork?”

Posted On August 17, 2008

Filed under Bear, life, self

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The other day at work, I was having a crazy day where everything that could go wrong, was going as wrong as it could go.  I was busier than hell and could barely keep up.  A new guy walked up and said “Has anyone else told you, you look like Bjork?”  I just kind of blinked at him, not sure if it was a complement or an insult.  I also kind of wanted to smack him for interrupting my juggling act for that.  So, I looked at him and said, in my snarkiest tone “What? What can I do to make your day better because right now, you are making my day a hell of a lot worse?”  He looked taken aback and said, “I need some help and someone told me that you could help me.  Its [this computer system], its not working and I don’t know what to do to fix it.”  So, I went and took a look at it and got it fixed.

I told Bear about this and he just grinned at me…  “Are you tired, Baby? Because you have been running through my mind all night!”  His grin got even wider as he said, “Did it hurt?  When you fell from heaven?”  Then, he started laughing hysterically.  “That is the cheesiest pick up line I have heard in a long time!  You look like Bjork!” 

So, I was a huge jerk to a guy that I had no idea was even hitting on me.  Its one of those “I am a dork, so I am oblivious” things.  I had no idea how mean I even was until he pointed it out.  But, this is a good time to open the discussion for the cheesiest pickup lines actually used on you. 

P.S. Don’t even ask for a photo for picture comparison, I prefer to remain slightly anonymous. But here is a picture of Bjork from her official website.

“Again, Again!”

This past weekend, we went to a water park with giant water sides that you rode while in an inner-tube.  They allowed two people to ride together if you used a two person inner-tube.  When we first go there, the Tyrant didn’t want to go on any of the big slides and stuck to the less intimidating kiddie slides.

Bear and The Tyrant went down together on the first ride.  So, The Mother Hen and I went down together after them.  The ride was pretty gentle until you got to the bottom of the pool.  It was something akin to skidding on your butt in a gravel parking lot at 25 mph.  On the second trip down, The Tyrant cut her foot.  But, it didn’t slow her down.  She wanted to go on the medium sized slides next. 

Bear and I both went on these slides with her.  Bear would go first, the Tyrant went second and I would go last.  That way, if she chickened out, someone would be with her to take her back down the stairs.  We went on the open slide first, because is looked less scary.  After that, she raced back up the stairs to go on the enclosed slide.  She hoped in line and started down before either of us could catch up to her.  We could hear her shrieking with laughter as she went down but could not see her until she reached the bottom.  I went next, followed by Bear.  The Tyrant was jumping up and down, “Again, again!”  The enclosed slide was pitch-black and even Bear thought it was a little scary.  But she loved the thrill of going down at full speed in the dark.

After a few trips down the enclosed slide, she wanted to move onto the big ones.  Both Bear and I hesitated because we weren’t sure if she would freak out.  So, I voted that Bear take her with him on a two person inner-tube because, honestly, if she freaked, I wouldn’t know what to do.  They went down first and all I could hear was her shrieking.  I was worried because, I didn’t hear her laughing.  I went down after them, more concerned about her than my own ride.  When I got to the bottom, she was belly laughing and screaming “Again, again!”  She was asking all of us to take her down.  She wanted everyone to go down with her and wouldn’t take “No” for an answer.  We didn’t let her and The Show go together but that was because The Show and I are the same size and when the Tyrant and I went, we almost flipped because we were going so fast.  All day long, she would just look at someone and scream, “Again, again!” and her sisters would take her on another trip.  We were all exhausted but she just wanted to keep going. 

It was good to see all three girls having fun like that.  The same three girls, who a year ago were too scared to climb the stairs of a lighthouse were running up the steps of this slide that was easily twice as high. You would never know that they had ever been afraid of heights.

Blog Award

Posted On August 11, 2008

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First, I would like to say a huge Thanks! to Wendy from NotesfromtheSleepDeprived.  Thank you for reading and supporting my blog.  And thank you for this award.  When I first started writing this, I didn’t even think I would get any readers.  Now, I am getting awards.  I am so humbled by this.

Second, I suppose to tell you the rules for this…

1. The winner can put the logo on thier blog

2. Link to the person that your recieved your award from.

3. Nominate atleast 7 other blogs.

4. Put links of the nominees on your blog.

5. Leave a message on the blogs you nominated.

Here is my list of seven.

1. ShoutDaily

2. Mom 101

3. Sprite’s Keeper

4. The Edge of Insanity

5. Full Time in New Mexico

6. What Works For Us

7. Notes From the Sleep Deprived (Because I think Wendy is brilliant too!)

Haunted

Posted On August 6, 2008

Filed under life, Out of my element, self

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This is probably the hardest to write and most revealing post I have ever written.  But, I thought maybe if I wrote it and maybe if I shared this part of myself, even just as Wicked Step Mom, that maybe would help.  Maybe, I can let it go and move on…

It has now been two years since I last saw his face.  He has never called and has never attempted to contact me, but I think a part of me will always be haunted by him.  I still remember the first time that I got blamed and punished for something that was not my fault.  He had been transfered to a different truck depot at work which meant a new boss and a new delivery route.  Things were not going well for him.  The new boss didn’t like the way he did things and he was having trouble adapting to the new way of doing things.  He was coming home frustrated every day.  So, I went to the grocery store, and picked out some things that I thought would make a really nice dinner and spent all day preparing it.  When he got home, he took one look at the dinner I had made, and screamed “What the F%@$!  Are you trying to poison me?!?!”  Then took the entire dinner and threw it out.  The meal was still hot, so it melted through the garbage bag.  He was so angry, he kicked the garbage can and made it spill out on the floor, threw down the pots and pans and left.  I didn’t hear from him again until 2am when he needed to be picked up from the bar.  When I wouldn’t do it, he was pissed.  He finally got home at around 4am and screamed at me until 9am when he finally passed out drunk.  The next day, he acted like he had no knowledge of what had happened.  He even said, “You know, you should be more understanding because my boss wrote me up yesterday.  I know I alreadly explained this yesterday, there is no reason for you to be pissed at me today.”

That was the first of many times that this happened.  He would get drunk whenever he was angry and then scream at me or blame me for things that were not my fault.  Some people will tell me that I am making it worse than it was because we are now divorced.  Some people will say that I am trying to make it sound worse because that way I am the victim.  I still don’t consider myself a victim.  I could have said that I had had enough at any time.  I could have walked away but I didn’t. 

I still remember the last night it happened.  He got drunk again and was angry because he had been unemployeed and the first job he got was not a perfect fit, but he had to take it.  I won’t go into all the details because they are not important.  I walked away and didn’t look back.  The next morning he called me and wanted to see me.  I told him that he could, as long as my best friend could be there.  He reluctantly agreed.  When he saw me the first thing he said was, “I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to get home right now.  I am not kidding, I will not be embarrassed by you.”  I don’t remember exactly what I said but it was something close to, “You are not in control here anymore.”  He laughed and said, “You will go home now or there will be hell to pay.”  So, I looked straight at him and said “I want a divorce, and I am never going to do what you say again.”  He left but came back a few hours later, drunk again.  “You can fix this anytime you want!  You just need to do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it!”  I walked away and the next tie I spoke to him, it was about our court date.

Don’t get me wrong, there were good times too.  And I don’t just dwell on the bad, but resently, I thought about it again.  It brought up a lot of memories and reminded me of times that I would rather just put behind me.  Maybe I will finally be able to deal with all of this and move on.

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