I have become the worst at posting! Not that I was really great before now. Not that it really matters. Not that I have more than one or two readers. Not that. . . I don't know what I am trying to say. All I know is this:
1. That my dear hubby has been working 16 hours a day, (He tells me that the law is a terrible mistress.)
2. I just recently started Christmas shopping. With no real money to shop with (despite the long work hours...don't ask!)
3. I am a newbie stay-at-home mother who found out it is harder than she could imagine.
4. I have missed 2 great Christmas parties (due to hubby and his working)
I hope that any one of those reasons might be a good enough excuse for the lack of posting!
What do you think my few loyal readers?
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
I have apparently assumed a new (former) family role. This clip might help explain. No other details will be given.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bNDr1A6dTU
Monday, October 13, 2008
I have had many a funny story from my former teaching days (of less than a year ago). My sister-in-law has a story to top them all. She teaches first grade. Her 3 year old girl was sick and she had to stay home with her. While out she assigned the substitute to help the class write a Halloween poem about black cats. Here is the poem:
Black cats play with yarn.
Black cats live in a barn.
Black cats can jump.
Black cats can hump.
Black cats say “Yeow”
The sub was an old lady who probably did not know what we use the term “hump” for these days. The principal confiscated the poster which was hanging up. Not before the sub sent a copy of the poem home with each child. The principal, who plans to use the poster as a joke in faculty meeting, also pointed out the last sentence about the cats saying “Yeow” after they hump. The substitute also misspelled yeow and put a paper over it then rewrote it as it is in the poem above. With the paper and the rewrite it brought more attention to yeow.
Black cats play with yarn.
Black cats live in a barn.
Black cats can jump.
Black cats can hump.
Black cats say “Yeow”
The sub was an old lady who probably did not know what we use the term “hump” for these days. The principal confiscated the poster which was hanging up. Not before the sub sent a copy of the poem home with each child. The principal, who plans to use the poster as a joke in faculty meeting, also pointed out the last sentence about the cats saying “Yeow” after they hump. The substitute also misspelled yeow and put a paper over it then rewrote it as it is in the poem above. With the paper and the rewrite it brought more attention to yeow.
"Yeow"
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Have you seen the latest piece of bling worn by the Mrs. McCain?? She has a minor wrist sprain following a hand shake with a McCain enthusiast. Yes, the total arm sling is necessary for a wrist injury. (I think she is just afraid of germs and doesn't want to shake grodie hands anymore.) I suppose she should avoid any further hand shaking with her hubbies enthusiastic supporters. You never know the next one might have the strength of Edward Cullen and rip her entire arm off. Or, he may turn her to the dark side with his charm! Wait, she is very pale and looks very young for her age. Gasp! Maybe she is one of the creatures of the night. She has a sly look she could be Volturi. Oooohhh!! I love a good scandal.
Friday, August 01, 2008
I have now fully come to realize the common misconception of the "Free Time" of a stay at home mother! Yes, I am home all day and no I don't get anything more done than I did when I was employed. Why you say? Because I am working! Raising a child is soooo time consuming. Especially when you are trying to get that child on a schedule. The best part is that we have now established the morning nap and I am starting to get 1 hour of time to work with!
Monday, June 23, 2008
So, the good ol' can I borrow ex-neighbor is at it again. We had babies within 3 days of each other. So, anytime they come to visit their former residence they want to compare and contrast. Uuuugggghhhh!!!! Last night was no exception.
So, while trying to make idle chit-chat I mention that it has been nice to have my dear hubby working some odd jobs from home while looking for the optimal law job. It has made taking care of the newborn much easier. The female then says to me "What do you do all day? Water your garden?" Which I know she is somewhat envious of my new freetime. So I just answer "Yup!! " "I don't get anything else done, Ever!" For once I was able to respond quickly she didn't have a reply and quickly changed the subject. If only I could have thought of something a little more sassy!
Friday, June 06, 2008
From the title you may think that I have suffered identity theft. Well, I haven't had anything stolen I just sort of gave it away. I am now offically among the ranks of stay at home mothers. I have been longing for this for about 6 years. For the most part it is great. My baby is adorable and I have an endless list of chores I attempt to get done. You may ask me in a few years if I still think it is great and the answer may be different. As for now I am 99.9% happy.
So why the lost identity title? It all began on the last day of school (remember I was a teacher). I was so excited to be done and out of the school. Then my fellow educators gave me a wonderful tribute and gift. I cried through the whole thing. I then dried my eyes picked up the last of my stuff and headed for the car. Only to have two friends that I have worked with for 8 years help me load the car, and proceed to stand in the parking lot waving goodbye. I totally lost it. I was supposed to make a stop at rabid's house to pick up some plants. Of course I forgot. I phoned her to tell her I would get them later and the tears wouldn't stop. Through my blubbering I got through to her and managed to apologize and say "I didn't think it would be so hard!" I am no longer an official teacher.
The worst part is that I had to return my laptop. Now I am stuck sharing our home computer with the dear hubby. Which I wouldn't call sharing! I have to pitch a fit in order to even check my email, let alone add to the blog! My entries could become even more sparse (if that is possible). The only reason this entry is being posted is that I sent him to the store.
So, I am beginning a new phase in life and doing my best to deal with the change of identity. I am excited and a little worried about what the future holds.
So why the lost identity title? It all began on the last day of school (remember I was a teacher). I was so excited to be done and out of the school. Then my fellow educators gave me a wonderful tribute and gift. I cried through the whole thing. I then dried my eyes picked up the last of my stuff and headed for the car. Only to have two friends that I have worked with for 8 years help me load the car, and proceed to stand in the parking lot waving goodbye. I totally lost it. I was supposed to make a stop at rabid's house to pick up some plants. Of course I forgot. I phoned her to tell her I would get them later and the tears wouldn't stop. Through my blubbering I got through to her and managed to apologize and say "I didn't think it would be so hard!" I am no longer an official teacher.
The worst part is that I had to return my laptop. Now I am stuck sharing our home computer with the dear hubby. Which I wouldn't call sharing! I have to pitch a fit in order to even check my email, let alone add to the blog! My entries could become even more sparse (if that is possible). The only reason this entry is being posted is that I sent him to the store.
So, I am beginning a new phase in life and doing my best to deal with the change of identity. I am excited and a little worried about what the future holds.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Ok! So, if you follow the blog of rabidrunner you will know that I had a baby boy on St. Patrick's Day. He is really cute and a very good baby! I know every mother thinks her child is cute, but I think mine actually is (arrogant I know). The new adventure is very difficult and quite a learning experience. I think that my hubby and I are starting to figure it out. Being a parent is starting to be fun.
Then we go somewhere! Or now that I have returned to work he has to be taken to a relative during the day. I have begun to dread encounters with other people. Someone is always telling me what to do and how I should have done things differently. Some people act like I am a teen mother who can't figure anything out on my own. It is so frustrating! You would think that I had a horrible acting child. In all reality he is very good natured. But, what really pushes me over the top is when those babysitting him change the way I do things to their way and I have no control over the situation. AAAAHHHHHHH!!!1
Thankfully I will have completed my teaching contract in 7 school days + 2 hours and 15 min.!
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
A- Attached or Single? Attached
B- Best Friend? guy: Hubby -- girl: rabidowski when she isn't running! (because I can't go along)
C- Cake or pie? Neither unless the cake is rabid's banana or pumpkin
D- Day of choice? Saturday
E- Essential Item?Lately my need is Maalox to stop the heartburn
F- Favorite Color? Blue
G- Gummy Bears or Worms? Worms they are just more fun to eat!
H- Hometown? American Fork, UT
I- Favorite Indulgence? Chips, Chips, and more Chips. Then the Maalox or Tums
J- January or July? July
K- Kids? almost 1 -- 2 weeks and 3 days left!
L - Life isn't complete without? A good hug from Hubby
M- Marriage date? June 9th
N- Number of brothers and sisters? 2 brothers, 4 sisters
O- Oranges or Apples? Apples unless someone peels the orange for me. I can't stand the way they make my fingers feel.
P- Phobia and fears? I am totally afraid of vomit from myself or others. Yes, I know I am about to have a child and will have to deal with it alot!
Q- Quote? "You can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being!" POE
R- Reason to smile? When hubby waves to me out the front window as I leave for work.
S- Season of choice? Autumn
T- Tag three people?McMillans , Xanadua , Petulant Ninny
I know I am grasping at straws to get the Ninny to respond. I just don't have a fan base the size of Rabid's.
U- Unknown fact about me? I used to be a sports bra model
V- Vegetable? carrots
W- Worst habit? being grumpy with my dear hubby
X-Ray or Ultrasound? Lately ultrasound--It is so fun to see the little creature inside.
Y- Your favorite food? Right now toast it doesn't usually give me heartburn. Otherwise Thai
Z- Zodiac sign? Leo
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I got the best tardy excuse note the other day from a parent who sends her child to school very late frequently. It went something like this:
Dear Mrs. Winder-
Please excuse "student" for being tardy. I heard about a minor earthquake up in Salt Lake and wanted more info. before bringing him to school. Please send any work he missed home and we will complete it.
Thanks
"Mother"
This note was written on a bank deposit slip.
The best part about this is (well, the whole thing is classic) that the earthquake was in Nevada. I knew everything I needed to know about what had happened before I left home at 7:50 a.m. The child arrived at school at 10:45 a.m. School starts at 9:00 a.m. The other fabulous thing is that I teach 2nd grade. I don't have loads of paper work to send home most of our morning is spent working together without worksheets.
Then, wouldn't you know it the child shows up the next day at 10:50 a.m. without an excuse note. Maybe even the parent knows you cannot top an excuse like the day before.
One reason why I have to just love my job.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
So, I am down to 4 weeks before the creature inside me pops out. I am excited and nervous all at the same time. Unfortunately this has all greatly impacted my blogging. Oh wait, I was a blog slacker before that so no excuse for me.
Anyway, back to my real thoughts. I have finally just decided (with the help of some good friends and the labor and delivery nurse sister) to stop letting everyone get to me. For example a friend at my baby shower (which was like 2 weeks ago) had me in a panic because I don't have a bag packed for the hospital. Thankfully, my sister told me "the baby will still come out fine without the bag, all we need at the hospital is your naked body". Hopefully I will be able to enter the hospital with some clothes on even if they aren't clean.
Note to self for the future keep any horror stories to myself and don't frighten any other poor sap first timer. If you are reading this and have had a child, try to remember that and be real yet positive when talking to a potential nervous wreck like me or another scared to death first time mother-to-be.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Why is it that I always find the need to tell everyone the price I pay for my great shopping finds? For example yesterday I went to "Old Gravy" and got two pair of pants for $4 each along with several other great finds (see I can't keep from talking about the deal). After leaving the store I called Rabid and my family. I told them of my great purchases and suggested that they go check it out. So, am I just bragging about the jackpot I hit? I'd like to think that I am calling to spread the word so others can benefit. I don't know. I guess it is possible that I am one of those people who have to brag about everything. It is hard not to brag when you are as great as me! :)
Friday, January 04, 2008
I sit here on a recess break at my place of employment (teaching 2nd grade) holding my breath. My class, which has been one of the most difficult in 10 years, is being incredibly wonderful. How long can this continue? What is the cause of the good behavior? Did I do something? Are they just tired from all of the holiday hype?
I don't know exactly what to think. I almost don't dare move. This is all too good to be true. Maybe I am just a pessimist but the bottom is bound to fall out anytime!
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