Sometimes your the bat and sometimes your the ball

Posted On March 16, 2009

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Saturday, I was the ball. The day started at 6:00AM, I had to sign in and do some work remotely.  The work went well, but I could not get the people that were testing to call me back.  So, I ran late to get my car in the shop because it had a recall on the oil change indication light.  Not the idiot light, but the change oil light that indicates when the oil needs changing.  According to the manual, it can take up to a year for the oil to actually need changing.  While I was at the dealer, I got a text message from my mom and dad (separately) telling me that my great uncle was moving from the hospital to hospice.  The dealer ran late, so I was running behind to get The Tyrant to her best friends birthday party. I picked up The Show and The Tyrant because Bear and The Mother Hen needed to head in the other direction.  While driving to the party, I got another text message, my great uncle passed away before my dad could go and see him.  And before I could too. 

The funeral is going to be at the same church as my grandfather’s was.  I still have the image of his funeral in my head.  My step-grandmother was standing over his casket wailing.  I have never been able to get that image out of my thoughts whenever I think about that church.  But Catholic priets also remind me of my grandmother’s funeral and the last time that I saw step-grandfather.  It was going to be a long week before all of this.  Now, I just want to crawl back into my bed and hide under the covers for a little while.


It’s Friday

Posted On March 13, 2009

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Its Friday and I am so glad I made it through the week.

So, I will leave you all with this…

“It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness.
Eleanor Roosevelt


Posted On March 11, 2009

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Survival is a hard word for me.  I spent a lot of time just trying to survive.  I spent too many years trying to just get by.  I got married too young to a man that wanted to control me.  I developed asthma and life threatening allergies.  I lived through hell and made it out alive.

Survival to me means a lot of things:

  • Ducking into the house after a long day at work and sneaking into the bathroom so that my presence won’t be noticed
  • Doing what my ex-husband wanted to do, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the argument.
  • Not spending time with my family and friends, so that my ex-husband wouldn’t get jealous and angry.
  • Hiding in my bedroom closet as a kid, when the world got to be too much.
  • Crying every morning in the shower because my hair was falling out and not telling anyone about it. (I was allergic to the shampoo I was using.)
  • Learning to take even more medicine every morning because they still can’t decide what is wrong with you.
  • Not sleeping enough but faking it with caffeine.

Survival is a lot more than just a word to me, it was a life stye for a very long time.  When I left my ex, I decided, I was done surviving and that it was time to start living.  I have been trying to truly live, every moment since that day.  I don’t hide myself in baggy clothes and I spend as much time as I can with friends and family because I want to.  I have adapted (for the most part) to my allergies and asthma.  I have learned to share how I am really feeling.  But most of all, I learned that I am worth fighting for.


Posted On March 11, 2009

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Riding into work with morning, Bear and I were listening to satellite radio.  Since I got my new car, I have really been enjoying my commercial free stations.  My current favorite is the Octane Channel. There is a lot of good rock music on there and a bunch of new stuff that the local stations aren’t playing.

But this morning, as one song changed to the next, my display showed, “Careless Whisper” as the song title.  The DJ announced that it was a new cover from Seether.  Bear and I were so stunned we had to make sure that it was Seether, so we checked the artist info.  It was Seether

So, here are both version for you to torture yourself with like we did this morning.  (Video links courtesy of Bear because he is totally awesome!)



Random Tuesday Thoughts: Stupid Day Light Saving Time!


Its Tuesday, Its Random, Its The Un-Mom

I know that Day Light Saving time is suppose to be green and hip and protect the kiddies from walking to school in the dark, but I hate it.  Every year it screws me up.  When we “Fall Back” I spend the next week trying to figure out why an hour of extra sleep on one night keeps me from getting any sleep for days.  When we “Spring Forward,” I spend the next week saying things like “Is it that late already?.”  And again, I don’t get enough sleep but it is because I can’t seem to find my way to bed until close to midnight because I feel like I have lost some time.  It messes with your head!  And your sense of time!  And supposedly, yesterday is the day with the greatest number of heart attacks in the USA.  Its a Monday and Day Light Saving Time has ended.  I am just glad I survived.

Ever notice how fast a week can fill up with stuff to do.  Its Tuesday.  My entire week is planned out with things to do each day.  This is crazy!  Some of them I want to do, some just need to get done.  But, its only Tuesday!

My Mom’s Birthday is this month and so is the Tyrant’s.  They are exactly 12 days apart.  It makes for an interesting couple of weeks. 

It was pouring rain this morning.  It kind of reminded me of Saturday morning.  Bear and I went grocery shopping and the skies were clear until we pulled in front to unload the groceries.  Then, it started pouring.  Mother Nature hates us!!

True Tales of the Easter Bunny

Posted On March 9, 2009

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As told by the Tyrant:

First, The Easter Bunny gets all the eggs from the chickens.  Then, he takes all the chicks out. He smashes it and puts all the gooy stuff back in.  Then, he cooks them and dyes them.


Or we could always go with this story instead:

Adventure, Excitement… A Stepmom craves not these things.

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Being a Step Mom is an adventure all on its own.  Especially, if you go from single gal to Step Mom.  It truly is a whole new world with its own rules.  You find yourself saying “darn it” instead of “dammit.”  You find yourself stressing out about which color sucker to give to each kid.  You panic when you forget the crayons and coloring books.  You find yourself saying things like “wear a coat, its cold.”  You find yourself getting mad when someone ignores your step kid or is rude to them.  You find yourself driving more carefully and getting angry at non-attentive drivers when the kids are in the car.

The Super Bowl has turned into falling asleep at half time after drinking half a beer.  The Mother Hen tucked both Bear and I in because we fell asleep.  Going to the store has turned into head counts and “no treats today, ladies.”  A trip for ice cream has turned into a guessing game about which kid would want which flavor.  And dinner has turned into a game of who is going to eat what. 

For me, being a Step Mom is an adventure. I get to share this amazing adventure with some wonderful people.  Bear, who is my best friend and biggest cheering section.  The Mother Hen, who is a great girl and an excellent ally.  The Show, who always makes me laugh when things are getting out of control.  The Tyrant, who always has a ready smile and the cutest way of saying that she is sorry when she pushes everyone too far.  Thank you to the Tribe for coming into my life.

Which one is the Stepmom again?

As I have mention before, I am very short and petite.  Many times when I am in stores, people treat me like I am a teenager.  I will get followed around by sales people in department stores, to make sure that I don’t steal anything.  Wait-staff generally will by pass my table to go to a “grown-ups” table, assuming that they will get better tips from the “adults.”  This is something that I have grown use to over the years.  It use to bother me a lot but now I just accept it as a fact of life as long as no one goes out of their way to make me feel like crap about being small.

The Mother Hen takes after her father.  She is tall and built that a real Irish woman.  Everything about her shows how much of a Highlander she really is.  Part of me is jealous of this, because she can easily pass for 20 and I usually am struggling to prove my own age.  She is a very beautiful girl and her height and size make her doubt that.  I guess the grass is always greener…

Last night, we were out at a vitamin store.  We were picking up some teen vitamins for her because she has been wanting for a while to start taking a vitamin to see if it will help her.  When we took our purchases up to the counter, the guy behind the counter asks, “How old is the teen that is going to be taking this?”  I answered “16.”  He smiled and said, “Have her try these too.  They will help her with focus at school.”  They were an Omega 3 supplement chew.  On a whim, and because he was checking The Mother Hen out, I said “Which one of us is 16?”  He said “Neither…  Wait.. you are 16?”  The Mother Hen nodded. “Oh my God, I thought you were at least 20!”, he said. I told him that on many occasions people thought she was the stepmom and I was the teen. The Mother Hen was upset by this.  When we got into the car, she kept saying how she thought it was unfair that she looked 20.

I drove over to the ATM.  I had to open the door and lean out to reach the ATM machine.  She started laughing at me.  I looked at her and said, “Don’t laugh, my belly is cold.”  My jacket had lifted up so, I was hanging half out of the car with the door open and the cold night air was going up my jacket.  Of course, she laughed harder, “Feel the breeze!”  I glared at her and told her “Laugh it up, Fuzzball!”  She looked shocked, “So, now I am 20 year old Fuzzball?  I hate you too!”

Random Tuesday Thoughts:

Posted On March 3, 2009

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Button, Button, Whoes got the Button?  I am working on trying to find a button/badge creator.  Everyone else has really cool ones and I can’t seem to find anything to help.  Anyone got advice?

I must be out of touch with pop-culture.  TV shows are annoying me more than entertaining me.  I can’t seem to get into shows that I use to love.  Chuck, 24 and Heros haven’t even made it into my DVR lately.  Am I losing touch or has TV gotten that bad?

I am studying for another computer certification.  I am working on cert number 4.  I know, I am a nerd.  Especically, since I am enjoying learning something new.  I hope I never lose that.  I like learning so much, I am going to eventually pursue my Master’s Degree.  Expensive but to me, it will be worth it.

Is it just me or have people gotten meaner lately?  I am starting to wonder if it is paranoia or a sign of the times, but people just seem pissed off all of the time.  Or maybe my ninja powers are wearing off and people are noticing me more and so they are being mean because I am there.  Bear says that I am pratically invisibe in public, which is not a bad thing, unless you are in the grocery store.  Then people tend to run over you with their carts.  Its never pretty and they always look so surprise that they hit me.  Like I wasn’t even there until they crammed their metal grocery moving contraption into my ankles.

Ever notice that kids have selective hearing?  I wonder if my girls will develop selective reading.  Sometimes we will text them reminders for things.  I wonder if they can use the whole, “I wasn’t reading” excuse?   Does the selectiveness tranfer to other forms of media.  Like selective e-mail reading?  Or selective YouTubing?  When will it all end?!?!


UPDATE: WordPress failed me for the first time ever..  It didn’t publish my post at 6am.  Evil WordPress!

But it’s March!!

Posted On March 2, 2009

Filed under funny quotes, parenting, The Tyrant

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This weekend, the beginning of March, we had highs in the 20s.  On Sunday morning, The Tyrant wanted to wear her ballerina flats with no socks.  I told her it was too cold and that she needed to wear her socks.  Her response was “But it’s MARCH!”  Later that same day, she wanted to go to the park.  When I told her that it was too cold she said, “But its March!”  After dinner, she wanted to eat her ice cream cup on the balcony.  I again said it was too cold, and she responded, “But it’s March!” 

A few hours later, I asked her to make her bed.  She said that she didn’t want to. So, I jokingly told her that if she didn’t make her bed, she would be sleeping on the balcony.  She looked at me, with shock and said “But its too cold!”  So, I grinned and said, “But it’s March!”

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