Inner Ramblings

Rising Dawn

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 06:45:00 -0500

This morning has sucked. I don't know if it's because it began at 1:30am and hasn't stopped yet, or if it's because it's the start of a new week and thus the start of some personal goals I have set for myself that I'm feeling a bit anxious about. Regardless of the reason it SUCKS!

I don't know what's wrong with my daughter, other than the fact she seems to have forgotten how to sleep. She'd better get to remembering soon. I actually have a headache from being so tired!

I have also discovered the downside to my new CuisenArt coffee pot: it isn't idiot-proof. Apparently, even if you forget to put the filter in, the coffee maker still runs. It's interesting to watch a pool of brown water mixed with coffee grinds slowly creep from the kitchen to the dining room as you hold a screaming newborn.

At least the house is filled with the scent of fresh ground coffee, right?

Politics

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 06:17:00 -0400

I don't know why I'm surprised that someone with such a crappy voting record wants to ignore their job. In my opinion: YOU ARE STILL A SENATOR and there are issues that need to be addressed! Our country is facing a crisis, something that's going to make history, yet a certain person wants to ignore that so they can talk about themselves? And, the ridiculous notion that "the next President needs to think about more than one thing at a time"? Give me a break

Fantastic. Just another reason I'm voting Republican this year!

Messages

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 17:00:00 -0400

Sean finally broke down and called his father to see if he's coming to Ian's birthday party. He is coming, but asked Sean what to get Ian. I told Sean to have his girlfriend pick it out just like every other year. The man doesn't even know his own Grandson, so who cares? (I am bitter, yes. It's not every day that a Grandfather lies to his own Grandson and misses his gymnastics recital because he doesn't want to come!)

I also heard from (well, not from exactly, but rather 'about' from another person) the other group I was talking about. earlier. They aren't coming and it's understandable why, but I still wish they would have called...

Fall

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:40:00 -0400

I didn't realize how long it's been since I've written anything! Sean had his surgery on Thursday and he can't do anything at all but sit on the couch. It's been up to me to take care of Ian and do all the housework, so I haven't had time to log on. I haven't even had two minutes to drop Entrecards, which is something I used to do daily!

We're gearing up for Ian's birthday party on Sunday and I'm excited for a day of friends and family. Ian's pretty excited too, though he doesn't quite get why we're having a party this month instead of November when his true birthday is, LOL!

People are funny though. Some RSVP'd right away, and still others haven't even bothered. I know it isn't a big deal for some people, but we're going to the park, bringing a big grill, and cooking ribs, chicken, and hotdogs. Everyone knows this, yet they don't care enough to respond? I have to buy the food by Friday and it's pissing me off that there are quite a few people whom we haven't heard a peep from! I told Sean to call his "family" and ask but he refuses, which is great because I really want to end up without enough food for the people who were polite and responded so that the unthinking people can eat! Better still will be to spend a lot of $$$ on food for people who won't even show up...

Um, Why?

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 20:08:00 -0400

Why do people make comments about not being invited somewhere and then, when they are, make up excuses to not come? Why?

I invited someone to my shower this weekend because she's a family friend of my husbands; in actuality she's a best friend of my MIL. In all honesty I forgot about inviting her until I was on the phone with Sean and she made a comment about not receiving her invitation. Anyway, she agreed to pick up Sean at the airport at 12:30 with Ian because the shower is at 1pm, so I've been calling my MIL trying to set up a way for them to go together, thinking about waiting until she comes back from the airport and we all leave at the same time in separate cars so she can leave if she wants, and also giving my husband a lecture because he told me that he needed her to 'do something' for him in the afternoon so she couldn't come (which annoyed me that he would do that rather than have her come to my shower).

Well, tonight in the midst of our conversation I started saying that I spoke to my MIL and she's going to call this friend to discuss her coming, and he finally says, "She doesn't want to come, OK? She doesn't like those things at all and she doesn't want to come! This was the perfect way for me to get her out of it without hurting anyone's feelings, but I didn't realize everyone was going to keep on about it. She isn't going to go!"

OK then. It may be my hormones, but I can pretty much guarantee that she doesn't have to worry about being invited to anything any more.

The way I was raised, you go to events if they aren't your 'thing' if you care about the person involved just because you care about them. Last time I checked, things like that aren't about the you but about the person the event is for. I may be completely off base here, but I am ROYALLY pissed off about it!

Unfortunately, I'm the type of person who can hold a grudge for a long, long time, especially if my feelings are hurt. I may end up letting go, but I never, ever forget. Not ever. It's like the wedge holds a permanent place in my heart and I'll forever have it within close grasp. I know it only ends up hurting me in the end, but in a way I know that I'll be able to save myself from ever being hurt by the same people over and over again by keeping these events in the back of my mind.

Ouch!

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 19:17:00 -0400

I decided, since I had some free time today, that I would take Ian to Party Express to see if they had stuff for his fish-themed birthday party. As we were walking out I slipped on an acorn (seriously) and lost my balance. I waved my arms around like a fool trying to get my balance back, and running through my mind was, "I'm going down. Big Bertha is going down!" Down I did go, purse flung across the driveway and Ian screaming. Lovely picture for the neighbors, I'm sure!

I managed to haul myself up with minor damage, other than my ankle. It hurt a bit and was a little swollen, but no more than my pride was at that point. I got Ian in the car and we made it to Party Express where I nursed my wounds by buying out the place of their fish items, as well as Ian's Halloween costume.

We got back here uneventfully and unloaded the car, then headed over to my brother's house to watch the game. The kids swam for a bit while we all chatted, then we got them dried off and settled in. We watched the game, ate our weight in wings and pickle dip (which I am paying for now), and enjoyed a day of NFL football.

When I started packing up to leave, I began talking to my SIL about her induction (she's 6 days past her due date). I stopped what I was doing to make a comment, and my ankle suddenly gave out. It twisted to the side and I fell over, hearing a 'squish' and a 'crunch'. Gross! My brother was nice enough to yell at me for tripping over air, and my mother was in a panic, but I managed to get myself up with minor embarrassment.

Now I'm home with a swollen ankle and a lovely bruise spreading across the top of my foot. Unfortunately my work schedule cannot be cleared this week; I have two things that I have to get done because there is no one else who can (or who would want to) do it. So, my wrenched back, pulled ass muscle (yes, I really pulled the muscle in my ass. Who knew that your ass actually had a muscle you could pull?), and lovely ankle are just going to have to grin and bear it!

E-Gads!

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 17:28:00 -0400

Um, I think I did something very stupid.

I got the material I've been waiting for and, like any excited-by-the-arrival-of-books-first-time-student, I dove right in. It's exciting and interesting... But the first syllabus is 25 PAGES LONG!

Holy Shit!

Blind

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 17:31:00 -0400

Remember how I said I saw a sign in the fact the particular website I was looking at was down for maintenance? Well, there certainly was a sign, it was just a different one then I thought it was!

Duh. I guess it would help if I looked up the right website! *sigh*

I was thinking today that I should Google search and see if anyone had anything bad to say about the particular program, and there was the website plain as day.

So.... Does the sign just say "Stupid", or something more?

Lunatic

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 20:23:00 -0400

So I made a complete fool of myself at the doctors office today. I got there at 1:55pm for my shots (17-P and Rh) like I do every Monday and they took me straight back. They weighed me which was odd and out of character, then she said, "You'll be seeing the doctor now." I said, "Nope, I'm just here for my shots. My appointment isn't until Wednesday." She said, "Oh, they gave me the wrong orders. I'll go back and fix it, then let Debbie know you're here for your injections." She came back in about 5 minutes and said she was with someone but that she'd be with me in a minute.

By 2:15 I was a bit itchy, by 2:30 I was getting annoyed, and by 2:45 I was so angry that I marched myself up to the desk and said, "Do you know what time I'm going to be seen? I have to pick up my son and I've been here 45 minutes." The nurse looked at me, shrugged, and said, "I have no idea. She's with a new OB appointment. Sorry," and then she walked away! I was furious! I am on time for my appointments every time I'm scheduled. I don't give them grief when I'm taken late, and I NEVER complain. I've even agreed to be switched to another appointment slot because they double-booked for heavens sake! So, for them to just shrug off a 45 minute wait as if my time meant nothing to them and to just leave me there when all I needed was two injections?!

At that point I did what any pregnant, hormonal woman would do: I started to cry. I told them what I thought, stormed back to the waiting room, and sat there basically snarling and spitting. Wouldn't you know that Debbie showed up in about 10 seconds? She was so apologetic, but it wasn't her fault so it fell kinda flat, LOL!

I think I may be known as the "Crazy Lady" around the office right now, but I don't care at all!

I Speak English and I'm Not Ashamed!

Inner Ramblings of My Mind — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 17:19:00 -0400

OK.

I'm sure this discussion can be taken as less of a slap in the face than I took it, but this is a subject that has the potential to send me to drink... heavily.

Do I think we should learn another language? Yes. Do I think it has to be Spanish? No. Do I think that, if we go somewhere on vacation we should make an effort to learn at least some of the language? Sure.

I do not, however, feel that it's my 'duty' to have my child learn spanish in order to live in America. I don't think that, when I go to my local Sweet Bay down the street from my house, that people should roll their eyes at me because I'm one of the only people who speak the NATIVE LANGUAGE of my own country!

The phrase "Don't worry, they'll learn English" just made me laugh. Really? Why would they bother when everything is written and spoken in spanish anyway?