Today for a brief minute, I thought that it would be nice to have a man around the house. Not that there isn't much that I won't attempt to do, but to maybe have it be done right wouldn't be so bad! I know that I don't know much about cars or remodeling - but I do try.
Today for the first time this year, I decided it was time to get outside and start working on the outside of the house - spring cleaning. I mowed the lawn and if my weed wacker battery was charged I would have done that as well. So that will be for tomorrow. I didn't do the edging either. Baby steps...
What I did do...I got up on the ladder and started flinging the baby saplings and crap out of the gutters onto the ground. Probably not the best idea since it seemed to make even more work for me, cleaning up the gutters, the ladder, the ground and myself when I was done. I think I did manage to get them unblocked. I also took off all the screens on the windows and washed down the windows from the outside and sprayed down the house. Of course I went to town on the house so now I need to touch up paint...sigh. I also weeded out some of the flower beds and cut down all the dead iris stalks. All in all it was a good start, but it would have been nice to have a man there to do it for me. While I haven't dated one yet that would, it's good in theory!
Then I managed to take a big chunk of paint off my almost still newly drywalled basement wall. I didn't think about it when one of my pictures fell off the wall and had tape on the back. I had leaned it against the wall until I got around to putting it back up. I just hate when that stuff happens!
I did manage to put on the first coat of touch up paint. I even grabbed the can for the exterior paint, but seeing that it was 6p.m. and my friend was coming over at 6:30 and I had yet to shower from my outdoor work and the gym, I did refrain from the outside touch up paint. Which was a good thing since he called at 6:02p.m. and I said I would be ready at 6:30p.m. and he was in my house at 6:10p.m. Nice...oh well, I made him wait since I had until 6:30 to finish showering, dressing and drying my hair. When I looked later in the mirror, it would have been better to make him wait an extra 5 minutes to finish drying my hair and add an iron. Oh well, his fault for showing up early!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
New Professional Calling
I think I found my new calling. I want to be a dealer. No, not a drug dealer. I want to be a professional card dealer.
I'm sure that I can even manage to memorize what hand beats what too, if it mattered! Saturday I volunteered at the Thunder Run '08 with my two girlfriends. We were working the dealing table, really it was completely under control with just one, but whatever. There was a time or two that the table got busy, but seeing that every rider only had one hand, it wasn't like it was consistent.
If I could make any money at it, I wouldn't mind. I know that I've been to enough black jack tables with people without personalities, so maybe I would have a shot. Maybe not.
It was a thought...in the meantime, I'm still waiting for Mr. Right with the perfect job opportunity to come knocking at my door.
I'm sure that I can even manage to memorize what hand beats what too, if it mattered! Saturday I volunteered at the Thunder Run '08 with my two girlfriends. We were working the dealing table, really it was completely under control with just one, but whatever. There was a time or two that the table got busy, but seeing that every rider only had one hand, it wasn't like it was consistent.
If I could make any money at it, I wouldn't mind. I know that I've been to enough black jack tables with people without personalities, so maybe I would have a shot. Maybe not.
It was a thought...in the meantime, I'm still waiting for Mr. Right with the perfect job opportunity to come knocking at my door.
Phone number deletion undate
Tonight a guy that I dated for a few months called to see if I wanted to grab drinks. Of course I've combated his requests for the last few months pretty well. But, figured didn't have anything better to do and wouldn't mind getting out again, for the third plus time for the weekend, so why not?
I haven't seen him in almost a year. Not much has changed for either one of us, I suppose. Maybe it's like riding a bike. While it's been a while, it's pretty easy to fall right back into the swing of things and old habits. The best thing about this guy is I can seriously be me, 110% sarcastic and he's not remotely offended and we can even laugh about it. We just have a good time. Other than that, he isn't someone that I would date again and I'm not sure why I did then. Maybe it was just one of those things, for both of us.
I did something for the first time...ever...tonight. After we left from having dinner and drinks, he stopped to get gas. He left his cell phone in the truck. I proceeded to help myself to his phone and delete my contact information. Not only did I just delete that, I went through records of missed calls and received calls to, just in case. The funny thing...
He got back in the truck while I was doing so. I tried to close the phone quickly, but I knew I was busted. He asked if I was in the middle of something, texting someone something. Nope, never texted anyone yet. Told him I was in the middle and asked if he minded if I continued, he didn't.
So I proceeded to delete every possible link to me. Not that it's hard to find me, because it isn't. I'm listed in the phone book, he knows where I live and work, it really isn't a big deal, but I found it entertaining to say the least. He laughed too.
I actually have to give the guy credit. Within less than a minute, he was calling my house number! Have to love 411!
I haven't seen him in almost a year. Not much has changed for either one of us, I suppose. Maybe it's like riding a bike. While it's been a while, it's pretty easy to fall right back into the swing of things and old habits. The best thing about this guy is I can seriously be me, 110% sarcastic and he's not remotely offended and we can even laugh about it. We just have a good time. Other than that, he isn't someone that I would date again and I'm not sure why I did then. Maybe it was just one of those things, for both of us.
I did something for the first time...ever...tonight. After we left from having dinner and drinks, he stopped to get gas. He left his cell phone in the truck. I proceeded to help myself to his phone and delete my contact information. Not only did I just delete that, I went through records of missed calls and received calls to, just in case. The funny thing...
He got back in the truck while I was doing so. I tried to close the phone quickly, but I knew I was busted. He asked if I was in the middle of something, texting someone something. Nope, never texted anyone yet. Told him I was in the middle and asked if he minded if I continued, he didn't.
So I proceeded to delete every possible link to me. Not that it's hard to find me, because it isn't. I'm listed in the phone book, he knows where I live and work, it really isn't a big deal, but I found it entertaining to say the least. He laughed too.
I actually have to give the guy credit. Within less than a minute, he was calling my house number! Have to love 411!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday Night Partying
So I've had a few to drink and I probably shouldn't post, but why not. Who doesn't ramble on when they are half in the bag? Well, I wouldn't know, but I'm sure as heck going to try!
It's Friday and the week went well. Actually seemed to go by rather fast. Was debating tonight what I was going to do. Was suppose to have drinks, with a guy I dated a few times, but hadn't heard from him since Monday. Then was leaning toward a workout class but was trying not to since it was an acquaintance that teaches the class. My friend called me at 5:00p.m. to see if I wanted to grab some drinks. Heck yeah, great reason not to work out too!
I met her at a nearby brewery and also ran into JA and her husband! It was her first time there since our bierfest outing! My friend and I hung out and then she called her "date" to see if he wanted to meet us at my house and then head to a bar instead. He was more than willing to do anything she wanted!
He came to my house and we had a drink and then headed to Saugatuck, partying town, but known as a gay community. While she was here, I got a call from a guy from one of the dating sites, minutes after I gave him my number! I was freaked out to call him back, but later did while a backseat driver in the car. The conversation, broken up by poor reception and english language barriers went well...yeah, as well as could be expected, pretty bad.
We hit two bars, where I then freaked out some guy by being at the bar on his backside to order a drink. I know I'm scary, but shoot! Flirted with the guy and then went back to flirt some more. The guy seriously graduated high school five years after I graduated college! He has an 18 month old and I have an 11 year old. He asked how that makes me feel....OLD.
Is there anything more to say?
It's Friday and the week went well. Actually seemed to go by rather fast. Was debating tonight what I was going to do. Was suppose to have drinks, with a guy I dated a few times, but hadn't heard from him since Monday. Then was leaning toward a workout class but was trying not to since it was an acquaintance that teaches the class. My friend called me at 5:00p.m. to see if I wanted to grab some drinks. Heck yeah, great reason not to work out too!
I met her at a nearby brewery and also ran into JA and her husband! It was her first time there since our bierfest outing! My friend and I hung out and then she called her "date" to see if he wanted to meet us at my house and then head to a bar instead. He was more than willing to do anything she wanted!
He came to my house and we had a drink and then headed to Saugatuck, partying town, but known as a gay community. While she was here, I got a call from a guy from one of the dating sites, minutes after I gave him my number! I was freaked out to call him back, but later did while a backseat driver in the car. The conversation, broken up by poor reception and english language barriers went well...yeah, as well as could be expected, pretty bad.
We hit two bars, where I then freaked out some guy by being at the bar on his backside to order a drink. I know I'm scary, but shoot! Flirted with the guy and then went back to flirt some more. The guy seriously graduated high school five years after I graduated college! He has an 18 month old and I have an 11 year old. He asked how that makes me feel....OLD.
Is there anything more to say?
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Incompetence & Inaccuracy Issues
My core being...I believe in being honest and I believe in being competent. I'm not going to say that I've never been dishonest in my life or completely incompetent at something I attempted to do, but as a rule of thumb, I believe in being honest, fair, equal and competent at everything I strive or attempt to do.
Today was a day where at every turn, I seemed to be nose to nose with incompetence. Incompetence pisses me off. So much so that I even questioned a few if I have an anger issue. I didn't want to hurt anyone or anything, I just get so upset with rampant incompetence.
Here's a brief list of only a few issues of incompetence today:
1) Hotel clerk that stares at guests rather than assisting despite a line at the front desk
2) A co-worker at the hotel "sick" today although out of his room, getting coffee and reading the paper
3) Driver crossing lanes to turn
4) Driver braking for no apparent reason when already driving under the posted speed limit
5) First meeting of the morning - passing the buck rather than being accountable for one's actions or lack thereof
6) Second meeting - same issue
7) Email from Supervisor (at another agency) blaming me for something that she and her staff didn't do saying that it must have gotten "lost in the shuffle" with me commuting four days a week - buck stops there
8) Worker from another agency returns calls twice - first not knowing what she's calling back for and the second time leaving a message calling me by my Supervisor's name. When I talk to her she tries to justify "stretching" documentation (falsifying documentation is illegal!) and then gets mad at me when I tell her it is unacceptable and it needs to be correct before submitting again
9) Chatting online with someone that can be honest about why he walks 9 miles a day, says he walks slow but does it in like 1.5 hours - yeah my ass! I saw this guys picture, no way he does 10 minute miles - so I call him out on it and he says, well it isn't like it's my hobby, I don't time it.
Seriously, if I were to walk 9 miles a day, if I did this consistently, I'm pretty sure I could tell you how many steps it was! The first thing I would know is how long it took me. I don't have 2 hours plus to walk every day. And then for him to say it wasn't a hobby? DING, DING...I think someone finally came home. Yep, dude doesn't have a license! I had first asked if he had a job, then I realized the license thing and without asking I asked if he walked to work. Love game players...NOT.
The guy asked if I wanted to meet him sometime. That was before I learned about the walking and that his clarification was SHADY. I couldn't respond. I told him I was speechless. What do you say? Umm yeah, I saw your picture and from your profile and conversation you have nothing that I'm looking for in a potential dating partner? Then the more we chatted, let alone a friend?
If someone can't be honest and I find out, see ya! I don't care if you have all your teeth or not, lying and incompetence is a complete deal breaker!
Today was a day where at every turn, I seemed to be nose to nose with incompetence. Incompetence pisses me off. So much so that I even questioned a few if I have an anger issue. I didn't want to hurt anyone or anything, I just get so upset with rampant incompetence.
Here's a brief list of only a few issues of incompetence today:
1) Hotel clerk that stares at guests rather than assisting despite a line at the front desk
2) A co-worker at the hotel "sick" today although out of his room, getting coffee and reading the paper
3) Driver crossing lanes to turn
4) Driver braking for no apparent reason when already driving under the posted speed limit
5) First meeting of the morning - passing the buck rather than being accountable for one's actions or lack thereof
6) Second meeting - same issue
7) Email from Supervisor (at another agency) blaming me for something that she and her staff didn't do saying that it must have gotten "lost in the shuffle" with me commuting four days a week - buck stops there
8) Worker from another agency returns calls twice - first not knowing what she's calling back for and the second time leaving a message calling me by my Supervisor's name. When I talk to her she tries to justify "stretching" documentation (falsifying documentation is illegal!) and then gets mad at me when I tell her it is unacceptable and it needs to be correct before submitting again
9) Chatting online with someone that can be honest about why he walks 9 miles a day, says he walks slow but does it in like 1.5 hours - yeah my ass! I saw this guys picture, no way he does 10 minute miles - so I call him out on it and he says, well it isn't like it's my hobby, I don't time it.
Seriously, if I were to walk 9 miles a day, if I did this consistently, I'm pretty sure I could tell you how many steps it was! The first thing I would know is how long it took me. I don't have 2 hours plus to walk every day. And then for him to say it wasn't a hobby? DING, DING...I think someone finally came home. Yep, dude doesn't have a license! I had first asked if he had a job, then I realized the license thing and without asking I asked if he walked to work. Love game players...NOT.
The guy asked if I wanted to meet him sometime. That was before I learned about the walking and that his clarification was SHADY. I couldn't respond. I told him I was speechless. What do you say? Umm yeah, I saw your picture and from your profile and conversation you have nothing that I'm looking for in a potential dating partner? Then the more we chatted, let alone a friend?
If someone can't be honest and I find out, see ya! I don't care if you have all your teeth or not, lying and incompetence is a complete deal breaker!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Thunder Run '08
For anyone that may read this or come across this blog from West Michigan, the 2nd annual Thunder Run is this Saturday, June 28, 2008! Location is at Elks Park in Norton Shores. It is also the opening day of the coast guard festival. Thunder Run is a motorcycle event to raise money for coast guard and coast guard families.
I'll be out there volunteering with some friends.
Check it out or for more information...www.coastguardfest.org
I'll be out there volunteering with some friends.
Check it out or for more information...www.coastguardfest.org
BAD Pick Up Line
To reiterate, I wear zcoil shoes. I don't believe that there is a day that goes by that someone doesn't mention or ask me something about my shoes. If there is, I definitely get the once overs that end fixated on my feet.
Yesterday while getting ready to order lunch, I happened to notice a guy completely staring at me. Whatever, this doesn't happen often, but I'm clearly not going to ask how big the booger is hanging out of my nose either!
He finally comments on my shoes and asks if I can jump real high. I say no. He then says, "Do you have Super Powers?" "Have you ever stopped an airplane?" Nope, only super powers when I have my hat on too...no super powers today. Sigh...why do I always attract the dorks?
Maybe I need to be wearing stilettos...yeah, then I'll be looking up at guys when I'm flat on my face on the ground from falling!
Yesterday while getting ready to order lunch, I happened to notice a guy completely staring at me. Whatever, this doesn't happen often, but I'm clearly not going to ask how big the booger is hanging out of my nose either!
He finally comments on my shoes and asks if I can jump real high. I say no. He then says, "Do you have Super Powers?" "Have you ever stopped an airplane?" Nope, only super powers when I have my hat on too...no super powers today. Sigh...why do I always attract the dorks?
Maybe I need to be wearing stilettos...yeah, then I'll be looking up at guys when I'm flat on my face on the ground from falling!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Gorilla Arms
I completely feel like a gorilla. And it isn't because I haven't shaved in a day or two!
This is not the first time I've ever felt this way, just not sure if I'm the only one that feels this way. I've been pushing myself pretty hard at the gym. I'm making sure to get in my 30 minutes of elliptical cardio everyday and throwing in some rowing. Then alternating days between arms and legs.
Yesterday was an arm day. I did a lot of different machines. In addition to that, my son and I rode to the ball field and practiced ball. It's been a few weeks or so, at least it seems like it (at least since my dumber than a black lab posting) when we played catch. We/I played hard. We practiced for about 45 minutes or so before the other All Star teammates arrived for their practice.
Today I went to the gym again and worked on legs. Since the weather cleared, we rode our bikes back to the ball fields. I tried to throw a ball...yeah not so good. So instead of too many throws today - I did a lot more batting of pop flies and grounders to work on his fielding. Then he wanted to work on catching - why I haven't a clue since he didn't player catcher all season, he clearly won't in the All Stars! So of course that meant I had to pitch. To make matters worse, I then went to 2nd base to throw it at him at catcher to have him gun it back for the "steal".
Later tonight we played "HORSE" shooting hoops. I seriously feel like a gorilla. If I didn't already have a scab on my knuckle which would re-bleed and I would notice, I would think that my knuckles were dragging on the ground! I am so completely sore, especially where the arm meets the shoulder.
Not that his anything to do with my gorilla arms, I also played catcher while my son pitched. Since it was getting tough on the knees, decided I would bat. Yeah, not so smart. He beemed me, hard right in the stomach - yeah the one that is still there after a week of working out (where are the instant results?). So I'm sure tomorrow I'm going to be feeling like a rock star and not even hungover!
This is not the first time I've ever felt this way, just not sure if I'm the only one that feels this way. I've been pushing myself pretty hard at the gym. I'm making sure to get in my 30 minutes of elliptical cardio everyday and throwing in some rowing. Then alternating days between arms and legs.
Yesterday was an arm day. I did a lot of different machines. In addition to that, my son and I rode to the ball field and practiced ball. It's been a few weeks or so, at least it seems like it (at least since my dumber than a black lab posting) when we played catch. We/I played hard. We practiced for about 45 minutes or so before the other All Star teammates arrived for their practice.
Today I went to the gym again and worked on legs. Since the weather cleared, we rode our bikes back to the ball fields. I tried to throw a ball...yeah not so good. So instead of too many throws today - I did a lot more batting of pop flies and grounders to work on his fielding. Then he wanted to work on catching - why I haven't a clue since he didn't player catcher all season, he clearly won't in the All Stars! So of course that meant I had to pitch. To make matters worse, I then went to 2nd base to throw it at him at catcher to have him gun it back for the "steal".
Later tonight we played "HORSE" shooting hoops. I seriously feel like a gorilla. If I didn't already have a scab on my knuckle which would re-bleed and I would notice, I would think that my knuckles were dragging on the ground! I am so completely sore, especially where the arm meets the shoulder.
Not that his anything to do with my gorilla arms, I also played catcher while my son pitched. Since it was getting tough on the knees, decided I would bat. Yeah, not so smart. He beemed me, hard right in the stomach - yeah the one that is still there after a week of working out (where are the instant results?). So I'm sure tomorrow I'm going to be feeling like a rock star and not even hungover!
Devastated Dating/Crushed Commitment
I thought I had met my match.
I read the profile; I liked what was being offered. I thought that I would be physically challenged and was in for a new adventure.
I took the plunge and met in person. I was instantly hooked. Committed. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten so attached.
I had made my late night evenings available for some much needed one-on-one time. After three nights and a quick addiction, a yearning, a carnal desire and lust for more...
I learned that the gym I just joined is now closing two hours earlier for summer hours!
I can't remember the last time I was this devastated! Guess it's back to the 12 step recovery process...just when I thought I was making progress.
I read the profile; I liked what was being offered. I thought that I would be physically challenged and was in for a new adventure.
I took the plunge and met in person. I was instantly hooked. Committed. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten so attached.
I had made my late night evenings available for some much needed one-on-one time. After three nights and a quick addiction, a yearning, a carnal desire and lust for more...
I learned that the gym I just joined is now closing two hours earlier for summer hours!
I can't remember the last time I was this devastated! Guess it's back to the 12 step recovery process...just when I thought I was making progress.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Cooking
There are some things that I can do and some things that I can't. Then there are things that I can do that I don't always acknowledge. Because once people know what you are capable of, they usually expect it. Of course this usually applies more to dating than to friendships, but not always.
Taking cooking for example. I can cook. I really can. I use to tell people that I can cook. And...then they expected me to cook for them.
I'm not stupid. I quickly learned to say that I can't cook. That way no one expects anything and if and when I desire to cook, surprise I must have learned it online or found time to watch a good food channel. Yeah, that's it.
I'm a no kind of frills cook though. It's all about the basics, unless of course I'm trying to impress...which is almost never, so yah, it's all about the basics. Pretty much anything I cook, should be done in around 15 minutes. I hate slaving over a stove, oven and kitchen for hours to inhale the food and then be stuck cleaning. I want good food done fast...oh wait, is that the new Wendy's slogan, I know it's close to someone's slogan.
I think I've spoiled my son. Seriously. He HATES going out to dinner. He hates having to wait. He wants his food and wants it now, when he's hungry that is. Occasionally, I prefer to go out to eat, but I almost have to pay him off to get him to go. How does that happen? I use to love going out to dinner as a child, which was so seldom.
Typically we eat dinner rather late. I always offer lots of choices to my son, whatever. There are times where I don't since I have something on my mind or meat in the refrigerator that needs to be cooked. So at 4p.m. I asked my son if he was hungry since I was pretty much starving. He said that he was.
Within 15 minutes, I had cooked corn on the cob, pork chops and made a greek salad (with peppers, cucumbers, beets, feta, mushrooms and tomatoes). The dinner was on the table and I was ready to eat. My son was questioning me while I was still in the kitchen for each item if I had made it yet. Then he was shocked and claimed it had only been 10 minutes!
A healthy cooked meal. We are stuffed and the kitchen is clean and it wasn't even 50 minutes from start to finish. Now that's my kind of cooking!
Taking cooking for example. I can cook. I really can. I use to tell people that I can cook. And...then they expected me to cook for them.
I'm not stupid. I quickly learned to say that I can't cook. That way no one expects anything and if and when I desire to cook, surprise I must have learned it online or found time to watch a good food channel. Yeah, that's it.
I'm a no kind of frills cook though. It's all about the basics, unless of course I'm trying to impress...which is almost never, so yah, it's all about the basics. Pretty much anything I cook, should be done in around 15 minutes. I hate slaving over a stove, oven and kitchen for hours to inhale the food and then be stuck cleaning. I want good food done fast...oh wait, is that the new Wendy's slogan, I know it's close to someone's slogan.
I think I've spoiled my son. Seriously. He HATES going out to dinner. He hates having to wait. He wants his food and wants it now, when he's hungry that is. Occasionally, I prefer to go out to eat, but I almost have to pay him off to get him to go. How does that happen? I use to love going out to dinner as a child, which was so seldom.
Typically we eat dinner rather late. I always offer lots of choices to my son, whatever. There are times where I don't since I have something on my mind or meat in the refrigerator that needs to be cooked. So at 4p.m. I asked my son if he was hungry since I was pretty much starving. He said that he was.
Within 15 minutes, I had cooked corn on the cob, pork chops and made a greek salad (with peppers, cucumbers, beets, feta, mushrooms and tomatoes). The dinner was on the table and I was ready to eat. My son was questioning me while I was still in the kitchen for each item if I had made it yet. Then he was shocked and claimed it had only been 10 minutes!
A healthy cooked meal. We are stuffed and the kitchen is clean and it wasn't even 50 minutes from start to finish. Now that's my kind of cooking!
Gym Grumblings
I just got home from the gym. When I arrived at the gym I was greeted by a new sign that proudly displayed their new summer hours. Closing at 10p.m. M-Thursday. SUPER.
I've managed to work out every day since joining the gym, even if not always at the gym. A few nights I've gotten there after 10p.m. as this is when my son has been in bed.
I vow to myself NOT to use this as an excuse not to continue working out, but so much for my initial workout routine plan. Although the thought of getting there around 5a.m. or earlier when they open isn't sounding anymore appealing then plucking out every one of my nose hairs.
On a side note, I think that I can lose serious calories just being at the gym. Literally...the gym doesn't have air conditioning and I seem to manage to perspire profusely just being there.
Today I did some serious arm machines. They were all new to me and seeing that I don't have a clue what their weight plates weigh, I checked the weight first and then went for it. To my amazement this guy with serious upper body strength got on one of the machines after me and left everything the same. Hmmm....was I going a little too extreme or was he just a wimp.
I've managed to work out every day since joining the gym, even if not always at the gym. A few nights I've gotten there after 10p.m. as this is when my son has been in bed.
I vow to myself NOT to use this as an excuse not to continue working out, but so much for my initial workout routine plan. Although the thought of getting there around 5a.m. or earlier when they open isn't sounding anymore appealing then plucking out every one of my nose hairs.
On a side note, I think that I can lose serious calories just being at the gym. Literally...the gym doesn't have air conditioning and I seem to manage to perspire profusely just being there.
Today I did some serious arm machines. They were all new to me and seeing that I don't have a clue what their weight plates weigh, I checked the weight first and then went for it. To my amazement this guy with serious upper body strength got on one of the machines after me and left everything the same. Hmmm....was I going a little too extreme or was he just a wimp.
Tiny Triathlon Issues & Results
I wonder if I can ever make it through something without having issues. Maybe it will be my next years New Year's Resolution...Live Life Issue Free. Although I really don't think I'm the cause of the issues...just boils down to the fairness moral of mine.
We arrived for the Tiny Triathlon this morning and got all registered and waited. There were many more volunteers than I think there were participants and parents, friends and family combined!
It was a great event, although a little unorganized which was to be expected for the first year.
My son is clearly not a swimmer. He was the only one in his age group without goggles and he wore his contacts, which made it all the much more difficult to swim.
The age groups were 14 and under, 12 and under, 10 and under and 8 and under. Boys and girls participated together. The youngest competitor was 5.5 while the oldest was 14. The kids were all marked with numbers...100's, 200's, 500's, 600's. It appeared that the 12 and under group were in the 500's and the oldest group were the 600's. As there were only 7 kids total in the two oldest groups, they doubled them up in the pool lanes and had them go together. Of course, nothing was explained about the numbering system or the combining of the heats.
The whistle blew and off they went. Swimming as hard as possible. And then there was my son! He did swim his heart out, constantly drifting to the left side lane divider and then back to the right and back again. He was trying to swim with the others, but after the second lap, it was pretty obvious that he just couldn't. The third lap he switched to the back stroke, a much slower stroke and during this lap the first girl exited the pool. By the time he started the fourth lap, there was only one left in the pool. I felt his pain...I wondered if he wanted to quit.
But he didn't. He persisted, swimming as hard as he could. All the participants were at the bike getting their shoes on as my son hit the wall with his hand, then his head. Yep, that would be my son!
Fortunately he was OK and off he ran to his bike. One of his fellow baseball teammates, also a 5k runner, was participating as well. I told my son to do his best and try to keep up with him. We had also asked if it was necessary to put on a shirt to do the biking and the running as that would take time. He didn't have to, although it was a somewhat cooler morning and my son was determined he wouldn't bike without one. At least that's what he thought waiting, shivering in the pool for the event to begin. When he got to his bike, the transition was awesome. While he was over 25yds behind his fellow teammate, he wasn't that far behind him on the bike.
He had gained ground on a few of the contestants. The bike was 1.5 miles. He did really well with it. What surprised me the most, was his running. It seemed like the run was never going to end. They had them zigging and zagging up and around and through and guessing when the race might end. It wasn't like they ever could see the finish line. There was twice when I thought they were going to the finish line to learn that they had to go around another way first. The 14 year old had a racing bike and did extremely well in the biking. He was tall and lanky and looked really athletic. My son kept up with him in the run, initially and then...he passed him!
Honestly, I had tears in my eyes...no way did I ever think that my son, struggling in the pool, flailing, hitting the wall had any chance to finish anything but second to last, at best. I should have had more faith in him. I was proud of him for pushing on. For being determined, for not giving up. For he clearly during that race exemplified motivation, desire and drive. While I wasn't in his shoes, I'm sure he was stronger than I ever could be.
He raced on and on and on. At one point I saw him grab his side and figured he had a cramp. I wondered how his breathing was going, despite him using the inhaler. I worried all the motherly things. There was one boy ahead of him...a 600 kid. Then in the homestretch the 14 year old looked like he was going to give it his all, but he came nowhere near catching my son. Of the seven, my son finished 2nd, first in the 500 group.
My son was thrilled and said, "I finished 1st mom!" His teammate finished what seemed like a longtime later, 4th across the finish line behind the 14 year old.
When the top three were announced, we were stunned to learn, as were his friends parents, that my son won 2nd place. Apparently the 600 markings were for a separate heat, not for age, although the 14 year old was a 600.
Never seems to fail that I have some issue when we participate in recreational events. I tried to inquire of the director, which we battled it out a few years ago at a ping pong tournament when a 12 year old was competing in an 11 and under group...apparently he was 11 as of the December before which was three months earlier. Why there was a cutoff date three months prior to a ping pong event, still baffles me. Anyway, I'm still working the 12 step program on that issue.
Anyway, it was a great event. After talking to the other kids mom and being told he was 12, as well as three staff members, he was 12.5. So he was at least 1.5 years older than my son. Regardless, my son, the underdog of swimming...far surpassed what anyone could have imagined after the swim!
And regardless of how he finished, I'm so proud to be his mom! I witnessed his strength and perseverance, his drive and motivation and his love for the competition.
We arrived for the Tiny Triathlon this morning and got all registered and waited. There were many more volunteers than I think there were participants and parents, friends and family combined!
It was a great event, although a little unorganized which was to be expected for the first year.
My son is clearly not a swimmer. He was the only one in his age group without goggles and he wore his contacts, which made it all the much more difficult to swim.
The age groups were 14 and under, 12 and under, 10 and under and 8 and under. Boys and girls participated together. The youngest competitor was 5.5 while the oldest was 14. The kids were all marked with numbers...100's, 200's, 500's, 600's. It appeared that the 12 and under group were in the 500's and the oldest group were the 600's. As there were only 7 kids total in the two oldest groups, they doubled them up in the pool lanes and had them go together. Of course, nothing was explained about the numbering system or the combining of the heats.
The whistle blew and off they went. Swimming as hard as possible. And then there was my son! He did swim his heart out, constantly drifting to the left side lane divider and then back to the right and back again. He was trying to swim with the others, but after the second lap, it was pretty obvious that he just couldn't. The third lap he switched to the back stroke, a much slower stroke and during this lap the first girl exited the pool. By the time he started the fourth lap, there was only one left in the pool. I felt his pain...I wondered if he wanted to quit.
But he didn't. He persisted, swimming as hard as he could. All the participants were at the bike getting their shoes on as my son hit the wall with his hand, then his head. Yep, that would be my son!
Fortunately he was OK and off he ran to his bike. One of his fellow baseball teammates, also a 5k runner, was participating as well. I told my son to do his best and try to keep up with him. We had also asked if it was necessary to put on a shirt to do the biking and the running as that would take time. He didn't have to, although it was a somewhat cooler morning and my son was determined he wouldn't bike without one. At least that's what he thought waiting, shivering in the pool for the event to begin. When he got to his bike, the transition was awesome. While he was over 25yds behind his fellow teammate, he wasn't that far behind him on the bike.
He had gained ground on a few of the contestants. The bike was 1.5 miles. He did really well with it. What surprised me the most, was his running. It seemed like the run was never going to end. They had them zigging and zagging up and around and through and guessing when the race might end. It wasn't like they ever could see the finish line. There was twice when I thought they were going to the finish line to learn that they had to go around another way first. The 14 year old had a racing bike and did extremely well in the biking. He was tall and lanky and looked really athletic. My son kept up with him in the run, initially and then...he passed him!
Honestly, I had tears in my eyes...no way did I ever think that my son, struggling in the pool, flailing, hitting the wall had any chance to finish anything but second to last, at best. I should have had more faith in him. I was proud of him for pushing on. For being determined, for not giving up. For he clearly during that race exemplified motivation, desire and drive. While I wasn't in his shoes, I'm sure he was stronger than I ever could be.
He raced on and on and on. At one point I saw him grab his side and figured he had a cramp. I wondered how his breathing was going, despite him using the inhaler. I worried all the motherly things. There was one boy ahead of him...a 600 kid. Then in the homestretch the 14 year old looked like he was going to give it his all, but he came nowhere near catching my son. Of the seven, my son finished 2nd, first in the 500 group.
My son was thrilled and said, "I finished 1st mom!" His teammate finished what seemed like a longtime later, 4th across the finish line behind the 14 year old.
When the top three were announced, we were stunned to learn, as were his friends parents, that my son won 2nd place. Apparently the 600 markings were for a separate heat, not for age, although the 14 year old was a 600.
Never seems to fail that I have some issue when we participate in recreational events. I tried to inquire of the director, which we battled it out a few years ago at a ping pong tournament when a 12 year old was competing in an 11 and under group...apparently he was 11 as of the December before which was three months earlier. Why there was a cutoff date three months prior to a ping pong event, still baffles me. Anyway, I'm still working the 12 step program on that issue.
Anyway, it was a great event. After talking to the other kids mom and being told he was 12, as well as three staff members, he was 12.5. So he was at least 1.5 years older than my son. Regardless, my son, the underdog of swimming...far surpassed what anyone could have imagined after the swim!
And regardless of how he finished, I'm so proud to be his mom! I witnessed his strength and perseverance, his drive and motivation and his love for the competition.
Mini Triathlon Day
This morning my son participates in his mini triathlon: 100yd. swim, 1.5 mile bike and 1 mile run.
He's practiced the running and biking portions. Last night we went to the community pool where the swim will be, although it was a summer party so he couldn't practice swimming. He's still a little unsure about wearing his contacts or glasses. He's leaning toward the contacts, figure if he loses them in the water, it's a learning experience anyway!
We found out that of the four age brackets, there are 50 participants. No clue how the breakdown falls. Top three girls and top three boys receive awards.
It should be a good time. I'm wondering how many of these kids are die hard athletes. I'm actually looking forward to the younger competitors as I'm sure they will offer quite a few laughs!
He's practiced the running and biking portions. Last night we went to the community pool where the swim will be, although it was a summer party so he couldn't practice swimming. He's still a little unsure about wearing his contacts or glasses. He's leaning toward the contacts, figure if he loses them in the water, it's a learning experience anyway!
We found out that of the four age brackets, there are 50 participants. No clue how the breakdown falls. Top three girls and top three boys receive awards.
It should be a good time. I'm wondering how many of these kids are die hard athletes. I'm actually looking forward to the younger competitors as I'm sure they will offer quite a few laughs!
Rubber Glove Joke
Next time you use a pair of rubber gloves, you're going to smile when you think of this:
A dentist noticed that his next patient, a little old lady, was nervous so he decided to tell her a
little joke as he put on his gloves.
"Do you know how they make these gloves?", he asked.
"No, I don't."', she replied.
"Well," he spoofed, "there's a building in Canada with a big tank of latex and workers of all hand
sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size."
She didn't crack a smile.
"Oh, well. I tried.", he thought.
But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the procedure, she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?", he asked.
"I was just envisioning how condoms are made!"
A dentist noticed that his next patient, a little old lady, was nervous so he decided to tell her a
little joke as he put on his gloves.
"Do you know how they make these gloves?", he asked.
"No, I don't."', she replied.
"Well," he spoofed, "there's a building in Canada with a big tank of latex and workers of all hand
sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size."
She didn't crack a smile.
"Oh, well. I tried.", he thought.
But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the procedure, she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?", he asked.
"I was just envisioning how condoms are made!"
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Ob/Gyn Issue
I couldn't resist posting this. Why does every Ob/Gyn have to ask when your last period/menstrual cycle was?
Seriously, I can't even remember what I had for dinner yesterday or what I did an hour ago and I'm suppose to remember when the dreaded curse last occurred?
Isn't the fact that I'm regular and not having intercourse good enough to prove that I'm NOT PREGNANT?
Seriously, I can't even remember what I had for dinner yesterday or what I did an hour ago and I'm suppose to remember when the dreaded curse last occurred?
Isn't the fact that I'm regular and not having intercourse good enough to prove that I'm NOT PREGNANT?
UnDating Story 101
When I was in college I was a customer service person for a rental car company in the local airport. I took classes during the day, worked on campus as a receptionist and from 3-11p.m. worked at the rental car company paying my bills through college.
I had this philosophy that if someone had the nerve to ask me out, why not? Fortunately for me, this didn't happen to often. Maybe that's why to this day I still harbor that rule of thumb. I'm trying to break that rule.
My co-workers and friends called this guy that worked as a limo driver a "tool". Apparently he liked me. Whatever. He reminded me of Carrot Top, in a way. He seemed nice to talk to, whatever. Then again, I've always been slightly naive.
It wasn't until after the fact that my friends told me he was asking me out. Missed that boat. He came up and asked if I had ever been to "Burdicks". I didn't have a clue what that was and he said it was a restaurant. No. He asked if I liked fine dining. Um...as a broke college student, umm...not really. He asked if I liked wood floors and wood railings. What??? He then asked if I liked fine desserts. No...I'm more of a cheesecake type person than tiramisu. He then asked if I liked fine coffee. Why everything was "fine" I have no idea. To this day, I have never had a cup of coffee so that would be a No. He asked if I liked fine tea, No, negative. He then asked if I liked pop - nope don't drink that either. He then asked, what do you drink? Do you like water? Yes, I do like water! At that point, the conversation was done and he walked away and I don't recall that we ever talked again.
In retrospect, I still wouldn't answer any of the questions differently. Maybe had they been asked differently, I would have given a different answer. Like hey, sometime would you like to go out? I know of this great place downtown, Burdicks. Or something. Maybe it was my missed boat...or limo ride!
I haven't lost sleep over it...yet...so I think I will survive. Probably shattered what little self esteem and ego the poor guy had and completely unintenionally.
I had this philosophy that if someone had the nerve to ask me out, why not? Fortunately for me, this didn't happen to often. Maybe that's why to this day I still harbor that rule of thumb. I'm trying to break that rule.
My co-workers and friends called this guy that worked as a limo driver a "tool". Apparently he liked me. Whatever. He reminded me of Carrot Top, in a way. He seemed nice to talk to, whatever. Then again, I've always been slightly naive.
It wasn't until after the fact that my friends told me he was asking me out. Missed that boat. He came up and asked if I had ever been to "Burdicks". I didn't have a clue what that was and he said it was a restaurant. No. He asked if I liked fine dining. Um...as a broke college student, umm...not really. He asked if I liked wood floors and wood railings. What??? He then asked if I liked fine desserts. No...I'm more of a cheesecake type person than tiramisu. He then asked if I liked fine coffee. Why everything was "fine" I have no idea. To this day, I have never had a cup of coffee so that would be a No. He asked if I liked fine tea, No, negative. He then asked if I liked pop - nope don't drink that either. He then asked, what do you drink? Do you like water? Yes, I do like water! At that point, the conversation was done and he walked away and I don't recall that we ever talked again.
In retrospect, I still wouldn't answer any of the questions differently. Maybe had they been asked differently, I would have given a different answer. Like hey, sometime would you like to go out? I know of this great place downtown, Burdicks. Or something. Maybe it was my missed boat...or limo ride!
I haven't lost sleep over it...yet...so I think I will survive. Probably shattered what little self esteem and ego the poor guy had and completely unintenionally.
Bottom Of the Bucket
Sometimes, like today, I feel like I've hit the bottom of the bucket by joining a dating site. Maybe I did, since this dating site is free. JA tells me that maybe I should "buy" into a real dating site and then I'll have better luck!
Yeah, I really didn't have any better luck when I did that years ago either. At least this site is free and good for some laughs. Besides, I don't know when I'd even find time to consider making a date, let alone actually meeting someone!
Today I happened to get two messages, a wink and a friend request from some new guy. His emails were all in caps and he told me I'm "awesome" and that he wants to have a "relationship" and gave me his cell. Seriously?
Then there is the guy I've emailed a few times that can't spell to save his life, or maybe he just can't type. Although his emails are seriously five words or less. He gave me his phone number and then proceeded to email me a few times to see if he "scar" (sic scare) me off since I didn't call him! Or the guy that deleted all my messages when I asked if people were sane on the site - after he said that I was.
Yes, seriously, when I don't think they can get any worse...they prove me wrong again.
Yeah, I really didn't have any better luck when I did that years ago either. At least this site is free and good for some laughs. Besides, I don't know when I'd even find time to consider making a date, let alone actually meeting someone!
Today I happened to get two messages, a wink and a friend request from some new guy. His emails were all in caps and he told me I'm "awesome" and that he wants to have a "relationship" and gave me his cell. Seriously?
Then there is the guy I've emailed a few times that can't spell to save his life, or maybe he just can't type. Although his emails are seriously five words or less. He gave me his phone number and then proceeded to email me a few times to see if he "scar" (sic scare) me off since I didn't call him! Or the guy that deleted all my messages when I asked if people were sane on the site - after he said that I was.
Yes, seriously, when I don't think they can get any worse...they prove me wrong again.
Spring, Baseball, Fall, Winter
I use to think that Michigan only had two seasons...Winter and Construction.
Then as a parent of a Little League Ball player, I quickly learned that when not out driving, it is Winter and Baseball.
My son's team was massacred last night, ok I should say mercied. Well worth the 85 mile jaunt, each way. So his team is done playing and now he's off to practice for the All Stars.
I should know better, that baseball is a way of life for many. His first practice...Saturday NIGHT. Clearly the coach is married with three kids and has nowhere else better he would rather be on a Saturday night at 7p.m.
It's such a good thing I really don't have a life...I may have been a little irritated.
Then as a parent of a Little League Ball player, I quickly learned that when not out driving, it is Winter and Baseball.
My son's team was massacred last night, ok I should say mercied. Well worth the 85 mile jaunt, each way. So his team is done playing and now he's off to practice for the All Stars.
I should know better, that baseball is a way of life for many. His first practice...Saturday NIGHT. Clearly the coach is married with three kids and has nowhere else better he would rather be on a Saturday night at 7p.m.
It's such a good thing I really don't have a life...I may have been a little irritated.
Rooster
Yesterday I received a voicemail message from my mother. I laughed so hard.
It was seriously a two minute message of my mother making rooster mating calls as apparently there was a rooster on the front porch. I could only imagine my mother cock-a-doodle doing as she ranted and raved around the yard. Talk about a You Tube classic!
I did call her back to let thank her for the cock call.
It was seriously a two minute message of my mother making rooster mating calls as apparently there was a rooster on the front porch. I could only imagine my mother cock-a-doodle doing as she ranted and raved around the yard. Talk about a You Tube classic!
I did call her back to let thank her for the cock call.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Dating Book
Over many years, I've had friends and family tell me that I should write a book. For one, I have no desire to write a book. Secondly, I can't imagine anyone in their right mind would want to read my book! On the contrary I've heard a few people tell me they would read it, but less than a handful doesn't seem to justify years of torture to conjure up hundreds of pages of my incessant drivel.
Last night I was told I should write a book about my dating adventures. This brings me back to high school when friends of mine use to laugh at my dating disasters. Looking back in my yearbook there are messages of trying to find someone to date and of all the stories.
In order to write about my dating adventures now...I think one key element is missing. I'M NOT DATING!
Clearly this could change, maybe even in this decade, maybe not. I could definitely write a short novel about my search to find a date and all the crazies I've encountered along the way!
Last night I was told I should write a book about my dating adventures. This brings me back to high school when friends of mine use to laugh at my dating disasters. Looking back in my yearbook there are messages of trying to find someone to date and of all the stories.
In order to write about my dating adventures now...I think one key element is missing. I'M NOT DATING!
Clearly this could change, maybe even in this decade, maybe not. I could definitely write a short novel about my search to find a date and all the crazies I've encountered along the way!
Relief
I knew blogging about my waiting frustration would help expedite my wishes! I managed to shower, get ready for work, pack overnight bag (dvd, workout clothes, food/snacks) and am ready to walk out the door for work.
One last check of the email and voila! There it was, the long awaited email with confirmation that the game is still on and the location of the ball field. All is well...
Now off to spend 1.5 hours commute jamming to the music and enjoying this not so warm and welcoming Wednesday!
One last check of the email and voila! There it was, the long awaited email with confirmation that the game is still on and the location of the ball field. All is well...
Now off to spend 1.5 hours commute jamming to the music and enjoying this not so warm and welcoming Wednesday!
Waiting Game
I'm all for spontaneity, sometimes. I guess when it's my time and my decision, I can do things without planning. On the otherhand, when there is something that is in the works or that I'm relying on information from someone else, the waiting drives me crazy!
To my dismay, last night I heard that my son's baseball game is on for tonight, despite the game being almost 1.5 hours away! I can't believe that we will actually have enough players able to go, when it seems local game participation is difficult enough. Coach left a message that the game was a go and he would be emailing me the location, directions and "other links".
I have yet to receive an email from him! This is utmost frustrating. For one, if the game were on, then I would be taking a completely different route from work. (Remember I'm completely directionally incompetent - so mapping this out is a requirement not a recommendation!) I would also book a hotel since the field is closer to my work than to my home, therefore easier for work in the morning. That would then require making a reservation and packing! If there was a game, I would work later since the game isn't until 6:00p.m. and the drive is closer than going home although unchartered territories.
Of course if there wasn't a game...I wouldn't have to do any of the above. I could plan on leaving work either regular time or stay later. I can decide which workout class I want to attend at the gym and make sure that I make it there on time!
Knowing what the plan is, I can plan for the day. Being completely in the dark, waiting...really sucks! So, I guess that I will pack the overnight bag, including snacks and workout clothes for the hotel and then head to work and wait. I'll wait to hear whether or not there's a game before I book my regular hotel, even though I'm pretty sure I would cancel if necessary before I had to.
Not that I can't stay at the hotel anyway, since my son is with his dad and it would be one less round trip drive home; but, I would prefer to be at home, get out of work earlier, get the travel reimbursement and work out at the gym.
In actuality, if this is the worst thing that happens today, it could just be a good day! I just wish I had more control and that when someone says they will do something, they do it - and in a timely manner!
To my dismay, last night I heard that my son's baseball game is on for tonight, despite the game being almost 1.5 hours away! I can't believe that we will actually have enough players able to go, when it seems local game participation is difficult enough. Coach left a message that the game was a go and he would be emailing me the location, directions and "other links".
I have yet to receive an email from him! This is utmost frustrating. For one, if the game were on, then I would be taking a completely different route from work. (Remember I'm completely directionally incompetent - so mapping this out is a requirement not a recommendation!) I would also book a hotel since the field is closer to my work than to my home, therefore easier for work in the morning. That would then require making a reservation and packing! If there was a game, I would work later since the game isn't until 6:00p.m. and the drive is closer than going home although unchartered territories.
Of course if there wasn't a game...I wouldn't have to do any of the above. I could plan on leaving work either regular time or stay later. I can decide which workout class I want to attend at the gym and make sure that I make it there on time!
Knowing what the plan is, I can plan for the day. Being completely in the dark, waiting...really sucks! So, I guess that I will pack the overnight bag, including snacks and workout clothes for the hotel and then head to work and wait. I'll wait to hear whether or not there's a game before I book my regular hotel, even though I'm pretty sure I would cancel if necessary before I had to.
Not that I can't stay at the hotel anyway, since my son is with his dad and it would be one less round trip drive home; but, I would prefer to be at home, get out of work earlier, get the travel reimbursement and work out at the gym.
In actuality, if this is the worst thing that happens today, it could just be a good day! I just wish I had more control and that when someone says they will do something, they do it - and in a timely manner!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Baseball Blues
If I haven't grieved enough about baseball, I really want to do it some more! Actually, I do like baseball, just not when it takes up what seems like every ounce of energy and the entire summer!
The regular season is done, so now it's team tournaments - double elimination. They may be done Wednesday night, or they may continue to some other to be determined. Oh how I'm learning to hate TBD. It makes it difficult for someone with a recovering "A" personality to schedule or plan for....anything!
Today I received a congratulatory message that my son made the All Star Team. YAHOO, right? Yeah, I know that I should be happy. Reality is, he doesn't deserve it. He may be the best on HIS team, but honestly that isn't saying much. The other teams have many more talented players. I think that his second year on the team may be more deserving of the All Star's. So, I would assume that he should be spending significant time warming the bench for others. All Star's really should be about the gifted and talented players and it isn't a team that should be fair or equal playing time for all team members.
Right, I'm still happy, oh so happy! Until I hear about practices and games. Practices...TBD...but could be as early as Wednesday, which he already has a game. So looking like Thursday or Friday but according to the coach if it can't be this week then it will be Saturday or Sunday. Oh yes, the life of a baseball mother. All Star games will begin the weekend before July 4th and include pool play which the top two of four teams move on. Then there is some weekend tournament in July. So, minimally he's looking at...8 games!
I'm so glad that he told his dad he didn't want to play for another team across town starting this week too!
My summer...chauffeur to baseball practice and watch baseball games. As it's a new coach for All Star's, I may need to refreshen my appropriate parent skills as I likely will not be doing the score keeping and pitch count which keeps my mouth at bay!
The regular season is done, so now it's team tournaments - double elimination. They may be done Wednesday night, or they may continue to some other to be determined. Oh how I'm learning to hate TBD. It makes it difficult for someone with a recovering "A" personality to schedule or plan for....anything!
Today I received a congratulatory message that my son made the All Star Team. YAHOO, right? Yeah, I know that I should be happy. Reality is, he doesn't deserve it. He may be the best on HIS team, but honestly that isn't saying much. The other teams have many more talented players. I think that his second year on the team may be more deserving of the All Star's. So, I would assume that he should be spending significant time warming the bench for others. All Star's really should be about the gifted and talented players and it isn't a team that should be fair or equal playing time for all team members.
Right, I'm still happy, oh so happy! Until I hear about practices and games. Practices...TBD...but could be as early as Wednesday, which he already has a game. So looking like Thursday or Friday but according to the coach if it can't be this week then it will be Saturday or Sunday. Oh yes, the life of a baseball mother. All Star games will begin the weekend before July 4th and include pool play which the top two of four teams move on. Then there is some weekend tournament in July. So, minimally he's looking at...8 games!
I'm so glad that he told his dad he didn't want to play for another team across town starting this week too!
My summer...chauffeur to baseball practice and watch baseball games. As it's a new coach for All Star's, I may need to refreshen my appropriate parent skills as I likely will not be doing the score keeping and pitch count which keeps my mouth at bay!
Insult to Injury
I have mentioned before, but I am so not a runner. I don't even jog. I hate the thought of running and jogging and the action isn't much better.
I'm still suffering from grannitis today although the overall soreness is getting better. I contemplated taking some ibuprofen or something but never quite got around to it. Had the clapper had retrieval capabilities, I would have been all over it. Another reason that a retrieving dog would come in handy. Oh well, I survived.
Tonight in order to start my son training for his triathlon I thought we would work on the biking and running portion. Everything we shouldn't do with shoes, we did. He put on a brand new pair of shoes to try out to run - yep that was torturous for him. We did the 1.5 mile bike and then he had 1.0 mile run, which he walked a lot of it complaining about his shoes. I offered that he could turn around, but he persisted. I rode the bike and timed him while he jogged. He did the 2.5 miles in 17 minutes. Much better than I had thought, considering.
After dinner we headed out to the park where I decided it would be a great idea for me to jog .5 mile. Why, I don't have a clue. I should have done a shot of tequila instead, it would have been less painful.
I so felt like my mother, jogging next to my youthful son. He was mocking me the entire time and I was laughing so hard that I almost peed my pants! Of course he confirmed that I could walk faster than I was jogging, but that wasn't the principle of the matter. He managed to waddle, kick jump, jog backwards and basically do circles around me while I prodded on, determined to finish.
I did finish the jog and had difficulty breathing for a few minutes after, but I did it nonetheless! So I did 2.5 miles on the bike, .5 mile jog and then just got back from working out at the gym. So, if I wasn't sore enough this morning, I'm sure I'll be in for it tomorrow. Although the physical pain won't be anything compared to the mockery inflicted by my 11 year old son!
I'm still suffering from grannitis today although the overall soreness is getting better. I contemplated taking some ibuprofen or something but never quite got around to it. Had the clapper had retrieval capabilities, I would have been all over it. Another reason that a retrieving dog would come in handy. Oh well, I survived.
Tonight in order to start my son training for his triathlon I thought we would work on the biking and running portion. Everything we shouldn't do with shoes, we did. He put on a brand new pair of shoes to try out to run - yep that was torturous for him. We did the 1.5 mile bike and then he had 1.0 mile run, which he walked a lot of it complaining about his shoes. I offered that he could turn around, but he persisted. I rode the bike and timed him while he jogged. He did the 2.5 miles in 17 minutes. Much better than I had thought, considering.
After dinner we headed out to the park where I decided it would be a great idea for me to jog .5 mile. Why, I don't have a clue. I should have done a shot of tequila instead, it would have been less painful.
I so felt like my mother, jogging next to my youthful son. He was mocking me the entire time and I was laughing so hard that I almost peed my pants! Of course he confirmed that I could walk faster than I was jogging, but that wasn't the principle of the matter. He managed to waddle, kick jump, jog backwards and basically do circles around me while I prodded on, determined to finish.
I did finish the jog and had difficulty breathing for a few minutes after, but I did it nonetheless! So I did 2.5 miles on the bike, .5 mile jog and then just got back from working out at the gym. So, if I wasn't sore enough this morning, I'm sure I'll be in for it tomorrow. Although the physical pain won't be anything compared to the mockery inflicted by my 11 year old son!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Grannitis
Today I feel like a granny. And not the young, spunky, fun kind of granny. The elderly, crotchety, nagging, difficult to move kind of granny.
My two days at the gym is definitely wreaking havoc on my body. I feel every muscle, tendon, fiber, pore of my being. My existence is really a mere existence today. Getting up has been one of difficulty - groping for the closest thing to leverage myself upright. Shuffling my feet when I'm slowly moving from room to room. Moving as little as possible.
Oh, I surely hope this isn't what I have to look forward, getting old. I'm not ready to be or act or move like a granny. I hope that my grannitis is only a temporary condition, like a 24 hour bug or a flu.
While I couldn't motivate myself to get to the gym before they closed, I did manage to walk 4.0 miles to the video store to return my movies.
My two days at the gym is definitely wreaking havoc on my body. I feel every muscle, tendon, fiber, pore of my being. My existence is really a mere existence today. Getting up has been one of difficulty - groping for the closest thing to leverage myself upright. Shuffling my feet when I'm slowly moving from room to room. Moving as little as possible.
Oh, I surely hope this isn't what I have to look forward, getting old. I'm not ready to be or act or move like a granny. I hope that my grannitis is only a temporary condition, like a 24 hour bug or a flu.
While I couldn't motivate myself to get to the gym before they closed, I did manage to walk 4.0 miles to the video store to return my movies.
Corneal Transplant
I have poor vision. In 1993, I had RK surgery on one eye. Had the surgery been "successful", I would have had surgery on the other eye. Gut instinct and unstable vision, told me not to. A healthy eye, albeit poor vision was more important to me, even at that age.
For 15 years now, and three eye doctor's later, I've definitely had my share of combative eye appointments. When I first met my second eye doctor, whom retired in the past year, we didn't hit it off very well. (I know that's probably pretty shocking to hear!) My unprofessional/non-medical diagnosis of my post surgical eye didn't jive with his medical assessment. To explain the vision in my eye, it was clearest when I woke in the middle of the night. I explained it as in those moments when my brain and my eyes weren't communicating, I could see clearly. It only lasted moments upward to a minute.
The vision in my surgical eye was never as good as when I first took off the bandage. Like the first day I put on glasses, glasses that had been needed for years prior. The color of the foliage on the trees, the license plate numbers, the vibrant colors associated with the former blurriness of the assumed. And then...the vision got worse. It was unstable at best.
I've come to live with it. To accept it. It seems like it's become more stable after the first ten years. I still struggle at times with my contact, never knowing if the prescription is too weak or too strong. The doctor tells me that I have 20/20 vision, but I just don't see it (literally). Apparently I do have 20/20 vision, if I were looking through a pinhole, which of course I'm not.
Not only do I struggle with clarity, I struggle with depth perception. Since I opted to only have surgery on one eye, the other eye's prescription is far worse. My eyes work independently of each other. I've been told that I can never wear glasses, but 14 hours plus of contacts is just unacceptable. About four years ago, I forced my doctor to order me glasses, against his better judgment. My eyes just need a rest, especially on the weekends when I lay low and stay home. I love my glasses. I have a "slab off line" aka bi-focal line in the one lens which is suppose to help my eyes work together. I've never noticed that it works, but well...it's there.
Strong supporters of Lasik have urged me to consider having surgery on my poor vision eye. Due to the RK, I couldn't have anything done with the right eye. Since the surgery wasn't a success in my eye(s), I am pretty pessimistic about the idea of doing anything further to my eyes. Contacts work for me, and I'm OK with that.
I did have the pre-test for Lasik to see if I was a good candidate. I found out that I am not. My cornea isn't thick enough for the surgery to be successful. Besides, if it were, I would still need a contact in the right eye. So if I have to wear one, why not two?
My option...a corneal transplant. Similar to a cataract replacement. Just the sound of it makes me weary. Again, if my vision can be temporarily corrected, why pursue other options that may cause additional damage, problems or issues?
Occasionally I think about the idea. After tonight, I don't think I'll consider it ever again. I just finished watching The Eye. Yep, no chance in the next decade, possibly even this lifetime will I now consider a corneal transplant.
For 15 years now, and three eye doctor's later, I've definitely had my share of combative eye appointments. When I first met my second eye doctor, whom retired in the past year, we didn't hit it off very well. (I know that's probably pretty shocking to hear!) My unprofessional/non-medical diagnosis of my post surgical eye didn't jive with his medical assessment. To explain the vision in my eye, it was clearest when I woke in the middle of the night. I explained it as in those moments when my brain and my eyes weren't communicating, I could see clearly. It only lasted moments upward to a minute.
The vision in my surgical eye was never as good as when I first took off the bandage. Like the first day I put on glasses, glasses that had been needed for years prior. The color of the foliage on the trees, the license plate numbers, the vibrant colors associated with the former blurriness of the assumed. And then...the vision got worse. It was unstable at best.
I've come to live with it. To accept it. It seems like it's become more stable after the first ten years. I still struggle at times with my contact, never knowing if the prescription is too weak or too strong. The doctor tells me that I have 20/20 vision, but I just don't see it (literally). Apparently I do have 20/20 vision, if I were looking through a pinhole, which of course I'm not.
Not only do I struggle with clarity, I struggle with depth perception. Since I opted to only have surgery on one eye, the other eye's prescription is far worse. My eyes work independently of each other. I've been told that I can never wear glasses, but 14 hours plus of contacts is just unacceptable. About four years ago, I forced my doctor to order me glasses, against his better judgment. My eyes just need a rest, especially on the weekends when I lay low and stay home. I love my glasses. I have a "slab off line" aka bi-focal line in the one lens which is suppose to help my eyes work together. I've never noticed that it works, but well...it's there.
Strong supporters of Lasik have urged me to consider having surgery on my poor vision eye. Due to the RK, I couldn't have anything done with the right eye. Since the surgery wasn't a success in my eye(s), I am pretty pessimistic about the idea of doing anything further to my eyes. Contacts work for me, and I'm OK with that.
I did have the pre-test for Lasik to see if I was a good candidate. I found out that I am not. My cornea isn't thick enough for the surgery to be successful. Besides, if it were, I would still need a contact in the right eye. So if I have to wear one, why not two?
My option...a corneal transplant. Similar to a cataract replacement. Just the sound of it makes me weary. Again, if my vision can be temporarily corrected, why pursue other options that may cause additional damage, problems or issues?
Occasionally I think about the idea. After tonight, I don't think I'll consider it ever again. I just finished watching The Eye. Yep, no chance in the next decade, possibly even this lifetime will I now consider a corneal transplant.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Coaching
Today I confirmed again to myself why I definitely shouldn't coach. I just can't keep my mouth shut. I don't think that it is because I find myself so amusing or like to hear myself talk, but I really do find my comments funny.
Today was the first game of the Little League Team Tournaments. Since our team finished second...to last...we were suppose to be matched up with equally poor teams from other towns/districts. Showing up for the game today, it was quickly obvious how out sized our team was compared to the other team. Then, the game started. Not only was it size, it was talent. Our team just lacks the ability to...throw, catch, hit, run....I wish I could say that we had some positive attribute, ummm...they are good kids? Yeah, that's it, well mannered "good" kids, not talented good kids.
If this was their leagues worst team, we looked like a team of t-ballers. The other team pitchers were faster than anyone in our league. Granted the ump preferred an ankle strike zone, which threw off my son's pitching game. The parents were getting upset with the strike calls, but I have to say at least the ump was consistently bad. A kid on the other team, at least 5'10" hit a home run, over the fence at least 230. We had one hit.
As I sat keeping score and pitch count and mumbling under my breath, I was amused by the other coach and his coaching decision. Granted, there may have been (hopefully) more to the story, but the other team had one kid that didn't bat in the full rotation, he rotated him into the game. He was the last batter, typically the worst of the team. He was substituted in after the 2nd inning and was able to bat once and field one inning before he was rotated back out. The starter went back in for two more innings and then the sub came back in for another inning. Seriously...the other team was crushing us by 9 runs! Don't you think that the poor kid could have seen some playing time? Guess it goes back to my fairness ethic.
Their team did struggle with pitching in the last inning and the "sub" ended up saving the game for them after two other pitchers in the inning managed to walk 9 batters and get zero outs. My comments, that those pitchers better be careful or they may end up being a "sub". Fortunately I keep my comments pretty quiet, one parent found them most entertaining as she seems to have the same...um....competitive/playing vision as I do. I have to admit that my comments typically aren't directed toward our kids, not specifically, whereas her's were. I was OK with her comments, since I was thinking the same thing, but I'm sure many of the parents may have been offended.
While I think I could do a better job coaching, I'm best off trying to keep my mouth shut and sitting on the sideline biting my tongue.
Today was the first game of the Little League Team Tournaments. Since our team finished second...to last...we were suppose to be matched up with equally poor teams from other towns/districts. Showing up for the game today, it was quickly obvious how out sized our team was compared to the other team. Then, the game started. Not only was it size, it was talent. Our team just lacks the ability to...throw, catch, hit, run....I wish I could say that we had some positive attribute, ummm...they are good kids? Yeah, that's it, well mannered "good" kids, not talented good kids.
If this was their leagues worst team, we looked like a team of t-ballers. The other team pitchers were faster than anyone in our league. Granted the ump preferred an ankle strike zone, which threw off my son's pitching game. The parents were getting upset with the strike calls, but I have to say at least the ump was consistently bad. A kid on the other team, at least 5'10" hit a home run, over the fence at least 230. We had one hit.
As I sat keeping score and pitch count and mumbling under my breath, I was amused by the other coach and his coaching decision. Granted, there may have been (hopefully) more to the story, but the other team had one kid that didn't bat in the full rotation, he rotated him into the game. He was the last batter, typically the worst of the team. He was substituted in after the 2nd inning and was able to bat once and field one inning before he was rotated back out. The starter went back in for two more innings and then the sub came back in for another inning. Seriously...the other team was crushing us by 9 runs! Don't you think that the poor kid could have seen some playing time? Guess it goes back to my fairness ethic.
Their team did struggle with pitching in the last inning and the "sub" ended up saving the game for them after two other pitchers in the inning managed to walk 9 batters and get zero outs. My comments, that those pitchers better be careful or they may end up being a "sub". Fortunately I keep my comments pretty quiet, one parent found them most entertaining as she seems to have the same...um....competitive/playing vision as I do. I have to admit that my comments typically aren't directed toward our kids, not specifically, whereas her's were. I was OK with her comments, since I was thinking the same thing, but I'm sure many of the parents may have been offended.
While I think I could do a better job coaching, I'm best off trying to keep my mouth shut and sitting on the sideline biting my tongue.
Endorphins
I actually love working out. Maybe not so much while I'm working out, but I really do enjoy it. JA and I went to the gym on Friday night and got on the elliptical. I seriously thought that I was going to keel over and die after two minutes and my mind was racing for gasps of breath and longing for an inhaler I haven't used in almost a decade.
Really, I think it was all mental. It wasn't that my body or I couldn't do it. It was the mental part of the body rejecting what I could do and the desire that maybe I would enjoy it and benefit. Maybe I had to do it to not look like such a wimp for JA. Just using different muscles that I haven't used in a while, takes a bit of getting use to.
After the elliptical, I ventured out to try out some weight machines while JA headed over to her daily standby, the treadmill. I for one can't stand the treadmill. It's too hard on my knee that doesn't have any cartilage as it is after two surgeries. I found a manual rowing machine to be pretty challenging, one I'll definitely use again. Most of the machines seemed geared toward taller people (males) as doing triceps and biceps just didn't work right with my arms, so I left the machines and went to do the free weights instead.
Using a seated squat machine I found it difficult to understand the weight conversion. JA was going to ask questions about other programs and I asked her to inquire about the plate conversion. The guy told her that the weight amounts were on the machine...nice...yeah one, two, three, etc. NOT. I initially thought that they were 10 pounds a piece, but seeing that my legs are pretty strong I knew that it had to be more. The kid came over and then realized what I had wanted to know, which he didn't know how much they weighed either. Apparently, I'm the only one that bothered to ask.
When I got home, I was still gearing to go. I contemplated working out longer at home and did my best to talk myself out of it so that I could actually walk in the morning and want to go back to the gym.
This morning I went to a cardio kick boxing class. Yeah, that kicked my @#$. I managed to take some skin off my right middle knuckle with my punching. I did make it through the entire class, although I would have bet money I wouldn't. The class description said that you would lose 800 calories in an hour, that would be the instructor. He was all intensity. I think I might have lost...80!
After the class I decided to do some leg machines. The first one I went on, I couldn't reach it, so I decided to adjust the foot rollers...only to drop them directly on the ground. At least I found it funny! Then I hoarded the cleaner since I thought I was the only one using it. Of course once I took it, two others wanted it. So in a nice flirty way, the guy that borrowed it brought it back and sprayed me. Nice...
My body is sore, but nothing too terrible. I could feel it in my arms, from all the boxing, while I was driving. I love the endorphins from working out. I hope that I continue to have energy, drive, desire and time to keep going consistently!
Really, I think it was all mental. It wasn't that my body or I couldn't do it. It was the mental part of the body rejecting what I could do and the desire that maybe I would enjoy it and benefit. Maybe I had to do it to not look like such a wimp for JA. Just using different muscles that I haven't used in a while, takes a bit of getting use to.
After the elliptical, I ventured out to try out some weight machines while JA headed over to her daily standby, the treadmill. I for one can't stand the treadmill. It's too hard on my knee that doesn't have any cartilage as it is after two surgeries. I found a manual rowing machine to be pretty challenging, one I'll definitely use again. Most of the machines seemed geared toward taller people (males) as doing triceps and biceps just didn't work right with my arms, so I left the machines and went to do the free weights instead.
Using a seated squat machine I found it difficult to understand the weight conversion. JA was going to ask questions about other programs and I asked her to inquire about the plate conversion. The guy told her that the weight amounts were on the machine...nice...yeah one, two, three, etc. NOT. I initially thought that they were 10 pounds a piece, but seeing that my legs are pretty strong I knew that it had to be more. The kid came over and then realized what I had wanted to know, which he didn't know how much they weighed either. Apparently, I'm the only one that bothered to ask.
When I got home, I was still gearing to go. I contemplated working out longer at home and did my best to talk myself out of it so that I could actually walk in the morning and want to go back to the gym.
This morning I went to a cardio kick boxing class. Yeah, that kicked my @#$. I managed to take some skin off my right middle knuckle with my punching. I did make it through the entire class, although I would have bet money I wouldn't. The class description said that you would lose 800 calories in an hour, that would be the instructor. He was all intensity. I think I might have lost...80!
After the class I decided to do some leg machines. The first one I went on, I couldn't reach it, so I decided to adjust the foot rollers...only to drop them directly on the ground. At least I found it funny! Then I hoarded the cleaner since I thought I was the only one using it. Of course once I took it, two others wanted it. So in a nice flirty way, the guy that borrowed it brought it back and sprayed me. Nice...
My body is sore, but nothing too terrible. I could feel it in my arms, from all the boxing, while I was driving. I love the endorphins from working out. I hope that I continue to have energy, drive, desire and time to keep going consistently!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Girls?
I'm not ready for my son to be interested in girls. Fortunately, he's not ready to be interested in girls either!
I had been home for less then 10 minutes and the doorbell rang, twice. I figured it was either fellowship members of the church, Jehovah's Witnesses, Tru Green or Girl Scouts...although rather persistent. I came bounding up the stairs to open the door to two young girls, not in Girl Scout uniforms and no parent standing at the end of the drive.
Giggly, swaying and full of smiles they asked if my son was home. WHAT????
No, he's not home and he's never going to be home - I think. Then the thoughts of Mama's Boy the movie we just watched last night come flooding through my mind and I think - oh he so is moving out of the house by the time he's 20, I should start him young. And in that fleeting moment I tell the cute little ragamuffins, "No he's not here. He's at his dad's this weekend." Which really, he is.
I have no idea who they were. I did see where they raced off to, so I know they are friends of our next door neighbor and my son's classmate. Other than that, I'll likely sound like the dumb mom I feel that I am quickly becoming if I share with him, "Hey bud, two cute girls - one blond and one brunette ran over to see if you were home Friday night." Yeah, that conversation will go well.
Maybe I'll just wait until the next time...hopefully four years from now!
I had been home for less then 10 minutes and the doorbell rang, twice. I figured it was either fellowship members of the church, Jehovah's Witnesses, Tru Green or Girl Scouts...although rather persistent. I came bounding up the stairs to open the door to two young girls, not in Girl Scout uniforms and no parent standing at the end of the drive.
Giggly, swaying and full of smiles they asked if my son was home. WHAT????
No, he's not home and he's never going to be home - I think. Then the thoughts of Mama's Boy the movie we just watched last night come flooding through my mind and I think - oh he so is moving out of the house by the time he's 20, I should start him young. And in that fleeting moment I tell the cute little ragamuffins, "No he's not here. He's at his dad's this weekend." Which really, he is.
I have no idea who they were. I did see where they raced off to, so I know they are friends of our next door neighbor and my son's classmate. Other than that, I'll likely sound like the dumb mom I feel that I am quickly becoming if I share with him, "Hey bud, two cute girls - one blond and one brunette ran over to see if you were home Friday night." Yeah, that conversation will go well.
Maybe I'll just wait until the next time...hopefully four years from now!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Get Fit
I bit the bullet tonight and joined a gym. My past history doesn't warrant success this time around either, but the offer seemed to good to pass up. I have received similar offers before to other gyms and I disregard them all. I had a friend that did one of the offers and it was actually legit, so I figured I would check this one out.
In summary: 2 years membership, 4 days a week for $189.00.
It's within walking distance of my house - but then again after training for the 60 mile walk last year, lots of things are no within walking distance! So I went to check it out tonight. Clearly I'm not working out as much as I would like. My basement has a vast array of gym equipment from an elliptical, stationary bike, 2 ab machines, weights, resistance balls, rings, videos, step bench, etc. I go through stages of what I use.
When I was staying regularly at the hotel near my temporary work, I was doing Jillian's workout DVD's. They definitely kicked my butt, but then I decided I didn't want to stay in the hotel anymore. I keep telling myself that when I stop commuting, I'll find more time to get back into a routine and work out more. I know this is a joke - since I don't get home any later than I would if I worked locally, for the most part. And maybe, sometime within the next two years, I'll make time!
I'm actually very uncoordinated. I can't dance, I can't do aerobics. I CAN laugh at myself while I try. These are things I prefer to do in the company of my own home. Although, I would enjoy doing it with another person, maybe my girlfriend JA would like to join me! If there were drop in classes at a gym that fit my time schedule, I think I would go.
For those of you that know me or that may have read my blogs, you know that there are times when someone can sell me the world. Going to the gym tonight, the base package was 4 days for $189. I could upgrade to the full membership, 7 days a week which includes all classes. There she had me. They offer 30 classes a week, beginning as early as 5:30a.m. and as late as 7:10p.m. Walk-in prices are $7.00 per class. To upgrade to the full membership with all classes, a low one time cost of only $348 or 6 easy installments of $89.99 (just kidding!).
Now I'm an official member of a gym...for the next 2 years. I'm sure I will look at my membership card on my key chain and hope that everytime I think about working out that burn 50 calories.
I'm actually pretty excited, since it's so local, I can literally walk there for warm up and cool down and get a great workout and get out of the house. Besides, the elliptical really is my favorite, but I hate the one I own.
Oh yeah, and did I mention that through my work I have had 24 hour access to a gym for free for the past...ummmm 4 years that I don't use?
So here's to fitness and fun!
In summary: 2 years membership, 4 days a week for $189.00.
It's within walking distance of my house - but then again after training for the 60 mile walk last year, lots of things are no within walking distance! So I went to check it out tonight. Clearly I'm not working out as much as I would like. My basement has a vast array of gym equipment from an elliptical, stationary bike, 2 ab machines, weights, resistance balls, rings, videos, step bench, etc. I go through stages of what I use.
When I was staying regularly at the hotel near my temporary work, I was doing Jillian's workout DVD's. They definitely kicked my butt, but then I decided I didn't want to stay in the hotel anymore. I keep telling myself that when I stop commuting, I'll find more time to get back into a routine and work out more. I know this is a joke - since I don't get home any later than I would if I worked locally, for the most part. And maybe, sometime within the next two years, I'll make time!
I'm actually very uncoordinated. I can't dance, I can't do aerobics. I CAN laugh at myself while I try. These are things I prefer to do in the company of my own home. Although, I would enjoy doing it with another person, maybe my girlfriend JA would like to join me! If there were drop in classes at a gym that fit my time schedule, I think I would go.
For those of you that know me or that may have read my blogs, you know that there are times when someone can sell me the world. Going to the gym tonight, the base package was 4 days for $189. I could upgrade to the full membership, 7 days a week which includes all classes. There she had me. They offer 30 classes a week, beginning as early as 5:30a.m. and as late as 7:10p.m. Walk-in prices are $7.00 per class. To upgrade to the full membership with all classes, a low one time cost of only $348 or 6 easy installments of $89.99 (just kidding!).
Now I'm an official member of a gym...for the next 2 years. I'm sure I will look at my membership card on my key chain and hope that everytime I think about working out that burn 50 calories.
I'm actually pretty excited, since it's so local, I can literally walk there for warm up and cool down and get a great workout and get out of the house. Besides, the elliptical really is my favorite, but I hate the one I own.
Oh yeah, and did I mention that through my work I have had 24 hour access to a gym for free for the past...ummmm 4 years that I don't use?
So here's to fitness and fun!
Girlfriend or Girl Friend
I couldn't come up with a creative title for this blog. I've been contemplating it for a while. I don't want to offend anyone.
My son is 11 and just completed the 5th grade. Daycare...definitely a dilemma for me. At 12, a child is legal to be left alone and a Protective Services referral won't be made. Of course, they can be younger than that if they are responsible and don't warrant a call from someone. My son has been going to an after school program for many years now that also offers a "summer camp" aka daycare. He is one of the oldest, but said that there are five others similar in age for this summer. I'm really struggling with what to do with him for next school year - the after school program is willing to keep him until 8th grade since he's no problem, but I think he's a little old.
In our town we have an after school program through the community that charges $5.00 per year. It's been around for a long time. My son's dad actually wanted our son to go there since he was of age, 6. Umm...no thanks. It is supervised, but not what I chose at the time.
My friend, maybe I should refrain from saying girlfriend JA since this may cause additional confusion, was planning on signing her son and stepson up for the summer program. The $5.00 lasts for the year, so I figured why not sign up my son just in case he ever wants to go or that it might be a great option for the school year. Apparently an orientation is required and my friend was attending one this evening.
I managed to get back in town in time and met her at the Club for the orientation. We walked in together. The "receptionist" if you will was, well unfriendly to say the least. Apparently I wasn't able to attend orientation as I hadn't filled out the two-sided application and paid the $5.00. My friend advocated about it and I was able to participate in the orientation but had to leave my unfinished application at the front desk to finish later and pay. Seriously, I think this was like top security, I was applying for a secret CIA mission, I just didn't know it. I could have easily finished the application in the orientation room, but hate to break the rules!
The person giving the orientation was a young lady, couldn't have been barely 21, if that. Then again, I'm so bad with ages! There were probably seven or eight adults around the table, a couple, a grandfather and other single parents with their children. JA and I were sat next to each other and didn't have our kids there. In order to determine funding for TANF, whether eligible or not, all applicants had to fill out the form. The "girl" passed out the applications, giving one to JA and then moving back to the front of the room to pass them out to the rest of the group.
Then it dawned on me. She thought that JA and I were a couple! JA and I found this intensely funny. While JA had been the question-asker of the group, I did pipe up and ask if I didn't have to fill out the form. I think that she was slightly embarrassed.
After the orientation finished, she offered to give people a tour. I said I had to finish my application but had time for a 2.5 minute tour. At the end of the tour, the lady asked JA and I how old our children were. We both told her and she asked their names. I told her my son likely wouldn't be there this summer, but possibly in the fall. I figure the $5.00 wasn't a big deal anyway, even though I'll have to pay it again in the fall as that's when the new year starts. She then commented that I should come in in the fall and she would remember me.
JA and I tried to process that one. Why would she remember me? JA and I wondered if we dressed odd or gave some indication that we were a couple. Maybe she will remember as she was embarrassed that she assumed we were lesbians and we are not. Maybe I shouldn't let my hair do it's natural curl anymore.
I used to joke with my mom and tell her that I haven't found the right woman yet. My brother and I learned early on with her that the scare factor goes a long way with her. So if I told her I may date a woman, she might be more accepting of a boyfriend that wasn't to her liking! Maybe the joke's on me.
My son is 11 and just completed the 5th grade. Daycare...definitely a dilemma for me. At 12, a child is legal to be left alone and a Protective Services referral won't be made. Of course, they can be younger than that if they are responsible and don't warrant a call from someone. My son has been going to an after school program for many years now that also offers a "summer camp" aka daycare. He is one of the oldest, but said that there are five others similar in age for this summer. I'm really struggling with what to do with him for next school year - the after school program is willing to keep him until 8th grade since he's no problem, but I think he's a little old.
In our town we have an after school program through the community that charges $5.00 per year. It's been around for a long time. My son's dad actually wanted our son to go there since he was of age, 6. Umm...no thanks. It is supervised, but not what I chose at the time.
My friend, maybe I should refrain from saying girlfriend JA since this may cause additional confusion, was planning on signing her son and stepson up for the summer program. The $5.00 lasts for the year, so I figured why not sign up my son just in case he ever wants to go or that it might be a great option for the school year. Apparently an orientation is required and my friend was attending one this evening.
I managed to get back in town in time and met her at the Club for the orientation. We walked in together. The "receptionist" if you will was, well unfriendly to say the least. Apparently I wasn't able to attend orientation as I hadn't filled out the two-sided application and paid the $5.00. My friend advocated about it and I was able to participate in the orientation but had to leave my unfinished application at the front desk to finish later and pay. Seriously, I think this was like top security, I was applying for a secret CIA mission, I just didn't know it. I could have easily finished the application in the orientation room, but hate to break the rules!
The person giving the orientation was a young lady, couldn't have been barely 21, if that. Then again, I'm so bad with ages! There were probably seven or eight adults around the table, a couple, a grandfather and other single parents with their children. JA and I were sat next to each other and didn't have our kids there. In order to determine funding for TANF, whether eligible or not, all applicants had to fill out the form. The "girl" passed out the applications, giving one to JA and then moving back to the front of the room to pass them out to the rest of the group.
Then it dawned on me. She thought that JA and I were a couple! JA and I found this intensely funny. While JA had been the question-asker of the group, I did pipe up and ask if I didn't have to fill out the form. I think that she was slightly embarrassed.
After the orientation finished, she offered to give people a tour. I said I had to finish my application but had time for a 2.5 minute tour. At the end of the tour, the lady asked JA and I how old our children were. We both told her and she asked their names. I told her my son likely wouldn't be there this summer, but possibly in the fall. I figure the $5.00 wasn't a big deal anyway, even though I'll have to pay it again in the fall as that's when the new year starts. She then commented that I should come in in the fall and she would remember me.
JA and I tried to process that one. Why would she remember me? JA and I wondered if we dressed odd or gave some indication that we were a couple. Maybe she will remember as she was embarrassed that she assumed we were lesbians and we are not. Maybe I shouldn't let my hair do it's natural curl anymore.
I used to joke with my mom and tell her that I haven't found the right woman yet. My brother and I learned early on with her that the scare factor goes a long way with her. So if I told her I may date a woman, she might be more accepting of a boyfriend that wasn't to her liking! Maybe the joke's on me.
Dementia
I decided I wanted to know the difference between dementia and Alzheimer's. With the Internet galaxy as a world of vast knowledge and resource, I figured it would be right at my fingertips. I wasn't so fortunate. Surprisingly enough, for me, was that clicking on links to dementia routed me to Alzheimer's not noting anything about dementia. Further searching I learned of a variety of dementia's caused by various mental illnesses and other issues and that Alzheimer's is actually the most well known form of dementia. I think in the recesses of my mind, I knew this; however, I became confused when my step-mom mentioned that she was going to have my father tested for dementia. There was also discussion of Alzheimer's but my recollection was that she felt that my father didn't have Alzheimer's.
Unfortunately, my dad isn't aging well. He has a multitude of chronic illnesses likely congruent with depression. He suffered a stroke a while back and attributes his memory loss to the stroke. It may be.
I don't see my dad often enough as he lives in Florida. I do try to call him and talk to him, but not near enough as I suppose I should. He openly acknowledges difficulty to recall conversations and even jokes about whether or not I want to tell him anything else that he will forget. He struggles with remembering the names of his grandchildren. He has struggled with my name. I'm OK with that. Sometimes, it's just a way of life.
I don't dwell on what was or what isn't. When I call, I identify myself and with the help of caller id, he knows who I am. I name people during the conversations, especially my son to remind him. Sometimes I just have to laugh...because otherwise I may cry.
When I saw my dad the other night, for the first time in about a year....I went up to him and said, "Hi Dad, It's..." He acknowledged me and said, "Where's your husband?"
Ummmm.....yeah. Without missing a beat, "I said, oh you mean X, my brother? He's right over there!" I found it funny. My sister-in-law then told this to my step-mom who later mentioned it to me along with his need to have him tested for dementia.
Why bother I ask? Seriously, he's already on a slew of medications and many that he can't afford. Medical bills up the wazoo. Why bother to have more tests done to tell you what you already know? Yes, we can all admit that he doesn't remember things. His long term memory at times is better than his short-term memory, at times. He can't recall names.
Seriously...he remembered that I was married...something I try hard to forget!
Unfortunately, my dad isn't aging well. He has a multitude of chronic illnesses likely congruent with depression. He suffered a stroke a while back and attributes his memory loss to the stroke. It may be.
I don't see my dad often enough as he lives in Florida. I do try to call him and talk to him, but not near enough as I suppose I should. He openly acknowledges difficulty to recall conversations and even jokes about whether or not I want to tell him anything else that he will forget. He struggles with remembering the names of his grandchildren. He has struggled with my name. I'm OK with that. Sometimes, it's just a way of life.
I don't dwell on what was or what isn't. When I call, I identify myself and with the help of caller id, he knows who I am. I name people during the conversations, especially my son to remind him. Sometimes I just have to laugh...because otherwise I may cry.
When I saw my dad the other night, for the first time in about a year....I went up to him and said, "Hi Dad, It's..." He acknowledged me and said, "Where's your husband?"
Ummmm.....yeah. Without missing a beat, "I said, oh you mean X, my brother? He's right over there!" I found it funny. My sister-in-law then told this to my step-mom who later mentioned it to me along with his need to have him tested for dementia.
Why bother I ask? Seriously, he's already on a slew of medications and many that he can't afford. Medical bills up the wazoo. Why bother to have more tests done to tell you what you already know? Yes, we can all admit that he doesn't remember things. His long term memory at times is better than his short-term memory, at times. He can't recall names.
Seriously...he remembered that I was married...something I try hard to forget!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
June Beach Day
Yesterday we went to the beach. It's June in Michigan, and yet we manage to go on one of the coldest days of the month, or so it seemed. The water at Lake Michigan was extremely cold and the wind was blowing pretty hard considering there wasn't much of a
wind buffer. My eldest nephew loved going in the water to fill up his bucket to then dump the water as close to us as possible, hoping to splash us with water and sand.
wind buffer. My eldest nephew loved going in the water to fill up his bucket to then dump the water as close to us as possible, hoping to splash us with water and sand. 
We did manage to bury two of the three kids in the sand before we had to head back home for nap time.
Little League Season End...or NOT
Tonight was the last game for the Little League season. They managed to go 2-100, ok so it wasn't that bad, but it sure felt like it! If the games ended after the second inning, they truly wouldn't have been massacred all season long.
Unfortunately, while the regular season is over, the team tournaments begin...Saturday. Sigh.... So much for more solace time. The team tournaments are double elimination and we play teams up to 40 minutes or so away (aka travel league). Nothing like finding out on Wednesday that the first game is mid-day Saturday. So much for any plans I didn't have. I could almost rejoice knowing that double elimination means we will only play two games, but our team is apparently matched with the worst/second worst team of every league. Which means, we might actually have to play more than two games.
I just hope that he doesn't have a game a week from Saturday as he is suppose to participate in a mini-triathlon. Which personally, I think would be a lot more fun than another baseball game, but the baseball game will take precedence if we have to choose.
Unfortunately, while the regular season is over, the team tournaments begin...Saturday. Sigh.... So much for more solace time. The team tournaments are double elimination and we play teams up to 40 minutes or so away (aka travel league). Nothing like finding out on Wednesday that the first game is mid-day Saturday. So much for any plans I didn't have. I could almost rejoice knowing that double elimination means we will only play two games, but our team is apparently matched with the worst/second worst team of every league. Which means, we might actually have to play more than two games.
I just hope that he doesn't have a game a week from Saturday as he is suppose to participate in a mini-triathlon. Which personally, I think would be a lot more fun than another baseball game, but the baseball game will take precedence if we have to choose.
Solace
I've been completely alone for over an hour now. Pure unadulterated silence. Another thing that I so often take for granted.
I really do like my family...but several days in a row of entertaining is rather exhausting. Outside of my quick hotel stay on Sunday, it's been a full week of family.
To be honest though, I spent the first 1/2 hour in a daze since it was so quiet and I didn't know what to do. There were things I thought of doing - but the immediate things of picking up, vacuuming, etc. I did while my mom was still here. Everything else...putting away dishes, laundry, changing sheets - it can all wait - maybe until the family visits again next year!
I really do like my family...but several days in a row of entertaining is rather exhausting. Outside of my quick hotel stay on Sunday, it's been a full week of family.
To be honest though, I spent the first 1/2 hour in a daze since it was so quiet and I didn't know what to do. There were things I thought of doing - but the immediate things of picking up, vacuuming, etc. I did while my mom was still here. Everything else...putting away dishes, laundry, changing sheets - it can all wait - maybe until the family visits again next year!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Sunburn
My girlfriend told me the other day that I'm fair skinned. I found that mildly entertaining. I've never been fair skinned, unless you consider stark ghost white in the dead of winter along with the great majority of midwesterners. I joked with her that my fair skin went well with my blue eyes and blond hair (neither of which I have - I have dark brown hair and brown eyes).
My mom likes to joke that I can go outside and after 20 minutes I can get tan. Usually, if I get sunburned, it goes away quickly into a tan.
This so isn't the case now. Friday I didn't go outside until after 4p.m. Saturday I was outside for a few hours, total, but only about an hour or so that I spent by the pool. I got fried. I still am. I stayed out of the sun on Sunday and even doused on the suntan lotion.
Maybe I'm fairer than I thought....or maybe I should invest in suntan lotion like my sister-in-law SPF70.
My mom likes to joke that I can go outside and after 20 minutes I can get tan. Usually, if I get sunburned, it goes away quickly into a tan.
This so isn't the case now. Friday I didn't go outside until after 4p.m. Saturday I was outside for a few hours, total, but only about an hour or so that I spent by the pool. I got fried. I still am. I stayed out of the sun on Sunday and even doused on the suntan lotion.
Maybe I'm fairer than I thought....or maybe I should invest in suntan lotion like my sister-in-law SPF70.
Medical Insurance
I'm fortunate enough to have a good, stable job (albeit boring, mundane and unchallenging) that has good medical insurance. Granted, the pension and benefits before I hired in were better, but I live in the now not wonder about what could have been if only.
Sometimes, I take things for granted. Clearly medical insurance is one of them. I watched the documentary/movie Sicko, I really did find it enlightening and captivating. My dad is seriously ill, and forgoes medical treatment and medication due to cost as Medicare doesn't cover certain things. I look at other countries, specifically Canada to our north and wonder why. Of course those of us in the US are use to all the emails about the insurance and money we provide to illegal citizens every day here in the US. Makes me wonder about our own.
Pool boy works two jobs. He doesn't have insurance and I think would prefer to make a higher wage than have an employer insure him. He seems to always be getting hurt, but that seems to be his dare devil personality more than immaturity - or maybe some of both. Last week he had sliced his hand and did a regular needle stitch and gave himself five or six stitches. It actually healed pretty well. A month ago he had poison oak and ended up taking a razor blade to get out the infection and then used some topical ointments. His latest, he broke his ankle at work on Friday. His cousin is a Pediatrician so he saved a few hundred dollars and was told it needed to be reset. He said he partially reset it himself as it became too painful.
I just can't imagine. I can't imagine not having insurance. I suppose it's just a way of life for many. I'm just glad it isn't a way of life for my son and I.
Sometimes, I take things for granted. Clearly medical insurance is one of them. I watched the documentary/movie Sicko, I really did find it enlightening and captivating. My dad is seriously ill, and forgoes medical treatment and medication due to cost as Medicare doesn't cover certain things. I look at other countries, specifically Canada to our north and wonder why. Of course those of us in the US are use to all the emails about the insurance and money we provide to illegal citizens every day here in the US. Makes me wonder about our own.
Pool boy works two jobs. He doesn't have insurance and I think would prefer to make a higher wage than have an employer insure him. He seems to always be getting hurt, but that seems to be his dare devil personality more than immaturity - or maybe some of both. Last week he had sliced his hand and did a regular needle stitch and gave himself five or six stitches. It actually healed pretty well. A month ago he had poison oak and ended up taking a razor blade to get out the infection and then used some topical ointments. His latest, he broke his ankle at work on Friday. His cousin is a Pediatrician so he saved a few hundred dollars and was told it needed to be reset. He said he partially reset it himself as it became too painful.
I just can't imagine. I can't imagine not having insurance. I suppose it's just a way of life for many. I'm just glad it isn't a way of life for my son and I.
Coffee & Classmates
If you recall or care, I joined classmates.com about a month ago. I got suckered into the whole weekly email notifications and finally bit the bullet for three months to stop peaking my interest. I did share a few emails with a former classmate, so it worked out well.
Then, there is someone else that keeps signing my "guestbook". This then flags an email. It's the same person. Maybe there is some subliminal message that I'm just not getting. If you've been there once, why keep signing. He had asked for a picture, so I posted my hat picture and asked him for one. Why not, being nice right? The guy apparently went to my high school and graduated two years later. I haven't a clue as to who he is. Then, that was that for a few weeks other than the guestbook thing a few more times.
I finally emailed him. Cut to the chase, get on with it or whatever. Despite my love of board games, I'm really not into the whole dating, games thing - although is anyone? Yeah, they are. So shot him a BS email and then asked if we knew each other in a former life or not.
He emails me back and tells me he's going to school to be a "psycologist" and asks if I want to get together if I still live in the town where we went to school. SERIOUSLY. I'm no rocket scientist, but if you can't correctly spell what you aspire and are studying to be...psychologist....and you can't click on the map as to where I live to know that I don't live in the same home town...what's the point?
Then, there is someone else that keeps signing my "guestbook". This then flags an email. It's the same person. Maybe there is some subliminal message that I'm just not getting. If you've been there once, why keep signing. He had asked for a picture, so I posted my hat picture and asked him for one. Why not, being nice right? The guy apparently went to my high school and graduated two years later. I haven't a clue as to who he is. Then, that was that for a few weeks other than the guestbook thing a few more times.
I finally emailed him. Cut to the chase, get on with it or whatever. Despite my love of board games, I'm really not into the whole dating, games thing - although is anyone? Yeah, they are. So shot him a BS email and then asked if we knew each other in a former life or not.
He emails me back and tells me he's going to school to be a "psycologist" and asks if I want to get together if I still live in the town where we went to school. SERIOUSLY. I'm no rocket scientist, but if you can't correctly spell what you aspire and are studying to be...psychologist....and you can't click on the map as to where I live to know that I don't live in the same home town...what's the point?
Jokes on Me
I really should get out more often, or maybe just watch more dumb movies. Seriously, I didn't think that I could watch any dumber movies than I already do. I think my problem is that I don't retain the movies that I watch.
Saturday night, my brother, sister-in-law and friend of mine met my dad and his wife and their friends out for some karaoke. Mind you, my karaoke singing abilities are far worse than my dancing - which is about as "white girl" as it can get. Clearly, only good for one thing...mockery! And, I'm completely OK with that! Pool boy and his friend and TS also came out.
Apparently my brother and Chris found great joy in making fun of me. Maybe I would have enjoyed it more if I understood it. They had made bets on how young pool boy and friend were and then proceeded to call me a "cougar" all night as well as "Chip" from Talladega Nights. Yeah, I suppose I so need to get a clue!
Saturday night, my brother, sister-in-law and friend of mine met my dad and his wife and their friends out for some karaoke. Mind you, my karaoke singing abilities are far worse than my dancing - which is about as "white girl" as it can get. Clearly, only good for one thing...mockery! And, I'm completely OK with that! Pool boy and his friend and TS also came out.
Apparently my brother and Chris found great joy in making fun of me. Maybe I would have enjoyed it more if I understood it. They had made bets on how young pool boy and friend were and then proceeded to call me a "cougar" all night as well as "Chip" from Talladega Nights. Yeah, I suppose I so need to get a clue!
Am I Smarter Than A...Dog?
Sometimes I wonder how smart I really am, not very often though. It isn't like I'm going to do anything to improve my genius ability or lack thereof. I occasionally would watch Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader, which clearly having a 5th grade son, I think I am and yet some of the questions are clearly NOT at that level. Or maybe it's just that they are so remotely odd that why would we want to recall that knowledge anyway?
My son and I were playing catch the other day. I still find a baseball is so small, compared to a softball that I grew up with. So, I managed to throw an intensely wild throw, straight into my parents small wooded area with a slope. Needless to say, we looked and looked and looked. I even tried to become one with the ball. You know..."If I were the ball, where would I be?" Yeah, that so didn't work. We finally gave up, although the persistent personality I have couldn't let it go, the ball had to be somewhere!
My mom suggested that I take her black lab, now 13 (but seemingly aging by the minute as by the end of the day he was reportedly 15) and have him find the ball for me. I tried that, but he struggled with the brush and the hill and came up empty. My mom then came out so the three of us could look for it again.
We kept trying to get the dog, "Gump" to find the ball. He wasn't having any luck so he left and went and sat in the grass at the top of the hill. We continued to look. When we finally gave up, we looked at the dog and right there in his mouth, was the ball. It was as if he were mocking the two of us while we continued to search.
Am I really smarter than a dog????
My son and I were playing catch the other day. I still find a baseball is so small, compared to a softball that I grew up with. So, I managed to throw an intensely wild throw, straight into my parents small wooded area with a slope. Needless to say, we looked and looked and looked. I even tried to become one with the ball. You know..."If I were the ball, where would I be?" Yeah, that so didn't work. We finally gave up, although the persistent personality I have couldn't let it go, the ball had to be somewhere!
My mom suggested that I take her black lab, now 13 (but seemingly aging by the minute as by the end of the day he was reportedly 15) and have him find the ball for me. I tried that, but he struggled with the brush and the hill and came up empty. My mom then came out so the three of us could look for it again.
We kept trying to get the dog, "Gump" to find the ball. He wasn't having any luck so he left and went and sat in the grass at the top of the hill. We continued to look. When we finally gave up, we looked at the dog and right there in his mouth, was the ball. It was as if he were mocking the two of us while we continued to search.
Am I really smarter than a dog????
Baby Names - A New Generation?
Sunday afternoon was my nephews four and two year old birthday celebration. The party went well, even despite the power going out mid-way through. Fortunately, it didn't affect any of the happenings and it was light enough out to not cause any difficulties. However, two days later, my parents are still without power. As they live in a rural area, it could easily be a lot longer. Fortunately, my step-dad hooked up a generator so they aren't completely without.
At the party there seemed to be a general name theme. All of the children between the ages of 18 months to 4 years old, had "A" names. There was Aiden, Anna, Avery, Adam, and Audrey. Had I had a daughter, I would have named her Autumn.
So....just leaves me to wonder...is it the new generation of names beginning with an "A" or is it just that we as parents don't have enough time to get past the A's of the 1 million baby names for your child book?
At the party there seemed to be a general name theme. All of the children between the ages of 18 months to 4 years old, had "A" names. There was Aiden, Anna, Avery, Adam, and Audrey. Had I had a daughter, I would have named her Autumn.
So....just leaves me to wonder...is it the new generation of names beginning with an "A" or is it just that we as parents don't have enough time to get past the A's of the 1 million baby names for your child book?
Friday, June 6, 2008
Facebook vs. Myspace
I'm completely confused by the whole Facebook theory. I know several people that have both Myspace and Facebook. I have a Myspace account that I created after an invite from my high school class as a place to get back in touch with people I graduated with. It's been a good resource, but I don't typically use it for searching, surfing or for free dating.
I haven't seen my brother in some time. Today, he and his family came to my mom's where I am too. A family reunion of sorts. My brother and I have been surfing online looking for his former classmates on Myspace, classmates and then Facebook.
I didn't know it, but you can't see anything on Facebook without a membership, which of course was free. Then, to make matters worse, after setting up an account we still couldn't see anyone as they aren't a "friend". How annoying is that? Why I can't I check someone out without them knowing? Then there's the whole name thing, at least on Myspace, you can remain as annonymous as you desire, which doesn't bode well when trying to determine who "Big Sexy" or "Stud Mama" is.
Needless to say, not sure if it boils down to my not embracing change, or if I just don't like Facebook. There are six or so people from my European trip that are on Facebook and I tried several times to email my roommate to add her as a friend and for some reason it didn't work. I even tried the friend thing first. Sigh...I think I'll stick with Myspace.
I haven't seen my brother in some time. Today, he and his family came to my mom's where I am too. A family reunion of sorts. My brother and I have been surfing online looking for his former classmates on Myspace, classmates and then Facebook.
I didn't know it, but you can't see anything on Facebook without a membership, which of course was free. Then, to make matters worse, after setting up an account we still couldn't see anyone as they aren't a "friend". How annoying is that? Why I can't I check someone out without them knowing? Then there's the whole name thing, at least on Myspace, you can remain as annonymous as you desire, which doesn't bode well when trying to determine who "Big Sexy" or "Stud Mama" is.
Needless to say, not sure if it boils down to my not embracing change, or if I just don't like Facebook. There are six or so people from my European trip that are on Facebook and I tried several times to email my roommate to add her as a friend and for some reason it didn't work. I even tried the friend thing first. Sigh...I think I'll stick with Myspace.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Oddities & Memorizations
Do you ever find yourself wondering WHY you remember certain things? Those of us from Michigan can likely recite the Five Great Lakes by remember HOMES - Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie and Superior. We all have little nuances that help us to remember things or just things that we've memorized that we never forget.
In 6th grade I had to memorize the Pledge of Allegiance...in French. I actually recited it when I was in France, but the oddity of it all made me think...how bizarre. Seriously, what was the purpose of learning an American Pledge of Allegiance in French? It surely didn't help me to communicate with anyone while I was there and I'm pretty sure that I'm not going to run into someone saying the Pledge of Allegiance in French to me that I will have to decipher...odd.
Then the other night, I found myself reciting a poem from Shel Silverstein's A Light In The Attic. I memorized a few of them when I was about 8, since I seemed to read them over and over again. Some of my friends call me Mo/Moe...and there is a poem in there which I will likely inaccurately quote, but as I remember it, "Mo memorized the dictionary but can't seem to find a job. Or anyone who wants to marry someone that memorized the dictionary."
Interesting, 24 years later I still remember...maybe that's really the story of my life...
In 6th grade I had to memorize the Pledge of Allegiance...in French. I actually recited it when I was in France, but the oddity of it all made me think...how bizarre. Seriously, what was the purpose of learning an American Pledge of Allegiance in French? It surely didn't help me to communicate with anyone while I was there and I'm pretty sure that I'm not going to run into someone saying the Pledge of Allegiance in French to me that I will have to decipher...odd.
Then the other night, I found myself reciting a poem from Shel Silverstein's A Light In The Attic. I memorized a few of them when I was about 8, since I seemed to read them over and over again. Some of my friends call me Mo/Moe...and there is a poem in there which I will likely inaccurately quote, but as I remember it, "Mo memorized the dictionary but can't seem to find a job. Or anyone who wants to marry someone that memorized the dictionary."
Interesting, 24 years later I still remember...maybe that's really the story of my life...
Tensisity at the Office
Tonight is a night for another new word...tensisity. Definition: (v) The activity or action of being tense;
Use in a sentence: It seems that the tensisity in the lab at work has been immensely elevated as of late.
Maybe I encouraged the increased levels of tensisity in the office beginning Monday when I was asked to "check" a co-worker's work/level of competence by his completed work. Needless to say, I was caught in the act of correcting, redoing and discarding much of his work from the previous business day. He volunteered to work on the project a little more but by that point I was in the middle of it and preferred to finish it in a timely and correct manner, so I opted to finish it myself.
The result, my co-worker/lunch buddy hasn't gone to lunch with me let alone really talked to me in two days. And, I'm sure this sounds terrible, but I'm actually completely OK with that.
See, I have a very low tolerance for incompetence. My co-worker is completely incompetent in regard to our jobs and performance. Not to say that he isn't a nice and well meaning person, he just feels that office politics is more important than progress and competence. Since January, he still has yet to understand much of his job and he's OK with that. I'm not. But, I'm not his Supervisor. Clearly, if I was, I wouldn't want him as an employee. And, I'm now beginning to find it difficult to separate being friends and working when I'm continuously assisting/enabling or doing his job and mine. There has been talk that the lead is hoping to have him replaced, which personally, I think it's time. Don't worry, he won't be fired or unemployed, he'll return to his original worksite.
I think I'll be OK with eating lunch on my own too. Afterall, I'm a scarfer by nature ready to return to work when I'm done whereas he's slower than molasses and has no qualms about taking as much time as possible. It was a pleasure to get to know him...but as I once read somewhere, friends come and go in our lives - some with a special meaning some for only a season...winter is gone and Spring has Sprung!
Use in a sentence: It seems that the tensisity in the lab at work has been immensely elevated as of late.
Maybe I encouraged the increased levels of tensisity in the office beginning Monday when I was asked to "check" a co-worker's work/level of competence by his completed work. Needless to say, I was caught in the act of correcting, redoing and discarding much of his work from the previous business day. He volunteered to work on the project a little more but by that point I was in the middle of it and preferred to finish it in a timely and correct manner, so I opted to finish it myself.
The result, my co-worker/lunch buddy hasn't gone to lunch with me let alone really talked to me in two days. And, I'm sure this sounds terrible, but I'm actually completely OK with that.
See, I have a very low tolerance for incompetence. My co-worker is completely incompetent in regard to our jobs and performance. Not to say that he isn't a nice and well meaning person, he just feels that office politics is more important than progress and competence. Since January, he still has yet to understand much of his job and he's OK with that. I'm not. But, I'm not his Supervisor. Clearly, if I was, I wouldn't want him as an employee. And, I'm now beginning to find it difficult to separate being friends and working when I'm continuously assisting/enabling or doing his job and mine. There has been talk that the lead is hoping to have him replaced, which personally, I think it's time. Don't worry, he won't be fired or unemployed, he'll return to his original worksite.
I think I'll be OK with eating lunch on my own too. Afterall, I'm a scarfer by nature ready to return to work when I'm done whereas he's slower than molasses and has no qualms about taking as much time as possible. It was a pleasure to get to know him...but as I once read somewhere, friends come and go in our lives - some with a special meaning some for only a season...winter is gone and Spring has Sprung!
Drink Wheel - BAC Estimator
Have you ever wondered approximately what your BAC (Blood Alcohol Content) level is after drinking? I know that I have. There have definitely been times where I've thought after the fact that maybe I had one or a few too many.
Many years ago, I found The Drink Wheel online. I've kept it on my work computer in my favorites ever since. Occasionally, I'll click on it and check it out or have it estimate my latest adventure that may have included a few beverages. Like Sunday night...but according to the drink wheel with my weight and the amount of time I consumed the alcohol, my BAC was .000, which other than being tired, I was pretty sure was accurate.
I thought I would share the site: http://www.nova.edu/gsc/drinkwheel.html
By no means am I advocating to drink and drive or to act irresponsibly, I just thought I would share this for your own personal knowledge and reference.
Many years ago, I found The Drink Wheel online. I've kept it on my work computer in my favorites ever since. Occasionally, I'll click on it and check it out or have it estimate my latest adventure that may have included a few beverages. Like Sunday night...but according to the drink wheel with my weight and the amount of time I consumed the alcohol, my BAC was .000, which other than being tired, I was pretty sure was accurate.
I thought I would share the site: http://www.nova.edu/gsc/drinkwheel.html
By no means am I advocating to drink and drive or to act irresponsibly, I just thought I would share this for your own personal knowledge and reference.
Monday, June 2, 2008
It's Not Chicken
For dinner on Sunday, my mom made a wonderful pork loin. TS later asked, what was that we had for dinner? It was really good. She knew that it wasn't chicken but didn't know what it was. I had to laugh, seeing that my son calls everything chicken. It doesn't matter if it is chicken, turkey or pork.
So tonight for dinner I made steak, asparagus and we had a fruit salad of pineapple and strawberries. What did my son say while eating? "This is really good chicken, mom!"
I just had to laugh, especially since he says he doesn't like steak!
So tonight for dinner I made steak, asparagus and we had a fruit salad of pineapple and strawberries. What did my son say while eating? "This is really good chicken, mom!"
I just had to laugh, especially since he says he doesn't like steak!
Cranium WOW
I love Cranium games. Almost all of them in fact. I am a proud owner of almost 20 of them, but I find it pretty difficult to get enough people that either like games or are willing to play. Some claim that I'm an instruction Nazi - but I'm all about following the rules, pretty black and white with me!
After dinner on Sunday night I was able to convince my mom, my aunt and TS to play Cranium WOW. TS and I were partners against the "mature" couple. For those of you unfamiliar with Cranium WOW it's a multi-dimensional game including true and false, multiple choice, charades, sculpting, humming/whistling, spelling - forward/backward/team spelling backward, puppeteering charades, odd selection/matching, etc. The WOW offers the wider variety of activities vs. the original cranium where it was spelling, definitions, acting, sculpting, drawing, true/false, multiple choice.
I love games, they are a wonderful form of entertainment and Sunday was no exception. Games also bring up great stories and memories. TS and I had to match one of three words relating to the 80's and it made me think of Tim McM. from elementary school and how he had four pairs of parachute pants - red, blue, yellow and black. When I mentioned his name, TS, myself and mom all in unison commented - "He was cute!" We were all laughing so hard we were crying on at least five occasions! It was just downright fun. Two examples - which I'm sure both TS and my mom wish I wouldn't mention that brought us to tears were:
1) I had to puppeteer my mother's arms and legs to act out "Lumberjack" for TS. I had put her arms together and moved them as if she were chopping/cutting wood. WELL...my mom decided to do some cutting of her own and passed gas that was so horrific I couldn't continue! She said she was sorry, but we were laughing so hysterically we couldn't go on!
And the icing on the cake:
2) I had to act out the activity (like charades) "Vibrate". Need I say more? Ok, so seriously, there were four women - 2 in their 30's and two in their 60's. I so thought TS and I had this one, easily. I couldn't have been more wrong! I proceeded to demonstrate with my hands a vibrator and then the use of it - only to get hysterical laughing and TS so embarrassed she couldn't answer. I believe two of her guesses were "Jack-off" and "Jerk off"! I even showed my hands vibrating, trembling but it was no use! I had managed to embarrass everyone at the table, although I was all into the clues and the game, and we didn't get it! So, I know what TS will be getting for Christmas from me this year!
After dinner on Sunday night I was able to convince my mom, my aunt and TS to play Cranium WOW. TS and I were partners against the "mature" couple. For those of you unfamiliar with Cranium WOW it's a multi-dimensional game including true and false, multiple choice, charades, sculpting, humming/whistling, spelling - forward/backward/team spelling backward, puppeteering charades, odd selection/matching, etc. The WOW offers the wider variety of activities vs. the original cranium where it was spelling, definitions, acting, sculpting, drawing, true/false, multiple choice.
I love games, they are a wonderful form of entertainment and Sunday was no exception. Games also bring up great stories and memories. TS and I had to match one of three words relating to the 80's and it made me think of Tim McM. from elementary school and how he had four pairs of parachute pants - red, blue, yellow and black. When I mentioned his name, TS, myself and mom all in unison commented - "He was cute!" We were all laughing so hard we were crying on at least five occasions! It was just downright fun. Two examples - which I'm sure both TS and my mom wish I wouldn't mention that brought us to tears were:
1) I had to puppeteer my mother's arms and legs to act out "Lumberjack" for TS. I had put her arms together and moved them as if she were chopping/cutting wood. WELL...my mom decided to do some cutting of her own and passed gas that was so horrific I couldn't continue! She said she was sorry, but we were laughing so hysterically we couldn't go on!
And the icing on the cake:
2) I had to act out the activity (like charades) "Vibrate". Need I say more? Ok, so seriously, there were four women - 2 in their 30's and two in their 60's. I so thought TS and I had this one, easily. I couldn't have been more wrong! I proceeded to demonstrate with my hands a vibrator and then the use of it - only to get hysterical laughing and TS so embarrassed she couldn't answer. I believe two of her guesses were "Jack-off" and "Jerk off"! I even showed my hands vibrating, trembling but it was no use! I had managed to embarrass everyone at the table, although I was all into the clues and the game, and we didn't get it! So, I know what TS will be getting for Christmas from me this year!
Casino
On Sunday, TS and I followed my mom and my aunt to the casino in Detroit, MGM. As a reminder, Detroit is not the capital of Michigan, the capital is actually Lansing.
My luck wasn't very good, which really doesn't come as much of a surprise. TS was much luckier, after her losing streak ended! She was playing blackjack with side bets of perfect pairs. About five minutes or so before we needed to leave to head back for dinner, she hit perfect pairs on her $10.00 bet, winning $300. It was pretty awesome!
Although that really wasn't anything to what she could have won if I had kept my mouth shut with her $1000 Red Wing loss bets!
My luck wasn't very good, which really doesn't come as much of a surprise. TS was much luckier, after her losing streak ended! She was playing blackjack with side bets of perfect pairs. About five minutes or so before we needed to leave to head back for dinner, she hit perfect pairs on her $10.00 bet, winning $300. It was pretty awesome!
Although that really wasn't anything to what she could have won if I had kept my mouth shut with her $1000 Red Wing loss bets!
Q-Tips
I seriously have an uncontrollable desire to use Q-tips. Label this issue 1001, if not more, it's so hard to keep track. I have to use a Q-tip after I shower. If I'm on the road or have managed to forget to pack my portable q-tips by mid to late day, my ears itch and I have this constant nagging desire to use a Q-tip.
The need isn't quenched by a finger or a tissue. It is only met by the touch of a Q-tip. Maybe there is a support group available for Q-tip dependency...
The need isn't quenched by a finger or a tissue. It is only met by the touch of a Q-tip. Maybe there is a support group available for Q-tip dependency...
Singleness
Pool boy called on Saturday night and was surprised to hear that I was in town hanging out with TS. He invited us to join he and his friend at the pool hall. He even went so far to offer to buy me a drink - as long as it was free and didn't include ice or a straw! He then offered he would buy TS a drink and give her a hug too! A hug wasn't offered to me, but a "fabulous foot massage" was! Have I mentioned how much I hate my own feet let alone people touching them?
TS and I decided to head to the pool hall, even though it was about 1/2 hour or so the opposite direction from my parents, where I was staying for the night. I made a bet with TS that I figured Pool Boy would ignore me once we got there. Needless to say, I recognized his friend first and then him and approached him. So much for winning the bet! Pool Boy then went to offer TS a drink and left his friend and I chatting and both equally surprised that he left.
I was perfectly ready to just hang with TS and do whatever, but apparently Pool Boy and TS made plans to have us play darts. Two dart games and 2.5 hours later, we were being kicked out of the bar. Pool Boy did give me a hug in the parking lot.
TS tried to decipher the whole situation for me, since I'm oblivious and just don't get it. Maybe I'm too old. She thinks Pool Boy likes me but is just too young and shy. Hmmm...yep, I really am THAT old.
As a side note, LL called as I was trying to get ready to leave for the other side of the state. She mentioned that she and her mom (the owner of Opal) had been talking about me and my singleness. She wondered why I was single. LL summed it up that the ex-BF was "weak" and that I wasn't ready for a new relationship. Her mom was surprised that with my personality and looks that I am single and I suppose her new knowledge of my ability to read makes me equally marketable!
TS and I decided to head to the pool hall, even though it was about 1/2 hour or so the opposite direction from my parents, where I was staying for the night. I made a bet with TS that I figured Pool Boy would ignore me once we got there. Needless to say, I recognized his friend first and then him and approached him. So much for winning the bet! Pool Boy then went to offer TS a drink and left his friend and I chatting and both equally surprised that he left.
I was perfectly ready to just hang with TS and do whatever, but apparently Pool Boy and TS made plans to have us play darts. Two dart games and 2.5 hours later, we were being kicked out of the bar. Pool Boy did give me a hug in the parking lot.
TS tried to decipher the whole situation for me, since I'm oblivious and just don't get it. Maybe I'm too old. She thinks Pool Boy likes me but is just too young and shy. Hmmm...yep, I really am THAT old.
As a side note, LL called as I was trying to get ready to leave for the other side of the state. She mentioned that she and her mom (the owner of Opal) had been talking about me and my singleness. She wondered why I was single. LL summed it up that the ex-BF was "weak" and that I wasn't ready for a new relationship. Her mom was surprised that with my personality and looks that I am single and I suppose her new knowledge of my ability to read makes me equally marketable!
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