Early Morning Ramblings

Doing a poll is a bit like getting metaquoted, I think. I really want to do another poll, but I can't think of anything to poll, and anythiing I come up with seems like forced humor, and it doesn't work. Polls, like saying something worthy of being quoted, needs to be an organic process. Eventually something will happen in my life that's worth doing a pole about.

( LOST. Don't read this bit if you haven't seen it )

Last night I'd put Charlie to bed and wished him happy dreams. He assured me he was planning to have good ones. A few minutes later he calls to me and says "Mommy, I'm putting my dream on pause to fix my bed."

Early Morning Ramblings

Doing a poll is a bit like getting metaquoted, I think. I really want to do another poll, but I can't think of anything to poll, and anythiing I come up with seems like forced humor, and it doesn't work. Polls, like saying something worthy of being quoted, needs to be an organic process. Eventually something will happen in my life that's worth doing a pole about.

( LOST. Don't read this bit if you haven't seen it )

Last night I'd put Charlie to bed and wished him happy dreams. He assured me he was planning to have good ones. A few minutes later he calls to me and says "Mommy, I'm putting my dream on pause to fix my bed."

I did a poll anyway

[Poll #492448]

I did a poll anyway

[Poll #492448]

Help

This morning I downloaded a really cute mood theme, and I can't figure out how to get it from my hard drive onto LJ. Can someone who's done it tell me what to do, because the editor thingy needs a URL address and it is a downloaded thing. Thanks.

Also - I need to rant a moment.

My baby sitter asked for her check this morning, because she needed the money because her daughter is coming or something. I pay her usually on Fridays, and we are both getting our paychecks tommorow, so it's not like she wouldn't be paid for the week.

She called me from the bank; it turns out I don't have the cash available. I thought I had a bit more than I did, when Kris paid for his truck on Tuesday, he told me he checked and we had $500 left. I just checked. We've got $108 left.

So, I'm on the phone with her; she tells me they can't cash the check. I apologize, telling her I thought the money was there, but with Kris's truck situation, we had to spend extra money this week. There is no 'gee, sorry you're low on funds, happens to all of us, doesn't it.' She just says, kind of angrily that she needed the money for her daughter's graduation, then hangs up on me. She sounded kind of angry, too. I appreciate the fact that she is probably panicking a bit herself, but she acted like I'd done it on purpose or something.

I've given her money when she's needed it - extra money, and she's needed quite often. I've paid her early, even when it messes up my budget. I don't like feeling badly because my financial situation makes her life more difficult. I pay her $150 a week. that's a lot of money for basically 3 hours a day. She's called me late at night for favors; which I've done (though I've taken to not always answering her calls, which is evil but it's for my own sanity).

I feel terrible that her finanicanl situation is bad, but She has a husband who supposedly works and she gets some kind of assistance for her son that I sure don't get, yet I seem to be her only source of income. I don't like that kind of pressure.

If I could get my mood theme up it would say that I am very upset.

ETA - I did the mood theme thingy thanks to forthage Pride and Predjudice. Pretty!

Help

This morning I downloaded a really cute mood theme, and I can't figure out how to get it from my hard drive onto LJ. Can someone who's done it tell me what to do, because the editor thingy needs a URL address and it is a downloaded thing. Thanks.

Also - I need to rant a moment.

My baby sitter asked for her check this morning, because she needed the money because her daughter is coming or something. I pay her usually on Fridays, and we are both getting our paychecks tommorow, so it's not like she wouldn't be paid for the week.

She called me from the bank; it turns out I don't have the cash available. I thought I had a bit more than I did, when Kris paid for his truck on Tuesday, he told me he checked and we had $500 left. I just checked. We've got $108 left.

So, I'm on the phone with her; she tells me they can't cash the check. I apologize, telling her I thought the money was there, but with Kris's truck situation, we had to spend extra money this week. There is no 'gee, sorry you're low on funds, happens to all of us, doesn't it.' She just says, kind of angrily that she needed the money for her daughter's graduation, then hangs up on me. She sounded kind of angry, too. I appreciate the fact that she is probably panicking a bit herself, but she acted like I'd done it on purpose or something.

I've given her money when she's needed it - extra money, and she's needed quite often. I've paid her early, even when it messes up my budget. I don't like feeling badly because my financial situation makes her life more difficult. I pay her $150 a week. that's a lot of money for basically 3 hours a day. She's called me late at night for favors; which I've done (though I've taken to not always answering her calls, which is evil but it's for my own sanity).

I feel terrible that her finanicanl situation is bad, but She has a husband who supposedly works and she gets some kind of assistance for her son that I sure don't get, yet I seem to be her only source of income. I don't like that kind of pressure.

If I could get my mood theme up it would say that I am very upset.

ETA - I did the mood theme thingy thanks to forthage Pride and Predjudice. Pretty!

Pimping a friend before lunchtime

So my friend bikerchic37 who is in RL my friend Anna who I've known since freshman year of college has made her very first post! She needs LJ friends besides me, so if you have a chance, trot over there and decide if you want a new person on your flist.

She's funny and smart, and is an excellent writer, and she spent her teenaged years in England - her dad was in the US Airforce - so she'd love to have British friends on her list, I'm sure!

I've mentioned her before on my post - I'll leave it to you to see if you can guess who she is.

Oh. Lunch time!

Pimping a friend before lunchtime

So my friend bikerchic37 who is in RL my friend Anna who I've known since freshman year of college has made her very first post! She needs LJ friends besides me, so if you have a chance, trot over there and decide if you want a new person on your flist.

She's funny and smart, and is an excellent writer, and she spent her teenaged years in England - her dad was in the US Airforce - so she'd love to have British friends on her list, I'm sure!

I've mentioned her before on my post - I'll leave it to you to see if you can guess who she is.

Oh. Lunch time!

Instead of chocolate...

Organizing my mood icons took way more time that it should have, but it was worth it, I think. Now I have pretty Darcy and Elizabeth mood thingies! Hurrah!

Quixotic would totally be the most awesome Scrabble word ever.

The phone system here is interesting - it rings 4 times then goes into the automatic directory, where the person then can chose the extention of their choice, so I'm not supposed to answer unless the person bounces out of voicemail. It is hard to remember not to answer the phone. Not that I'm complaining, mind, it's just hard, because it rings rather loudly.

My town's schools offer a breakfast program, but I usually feed Charlie at home, because I think the breakfast program is for kids who's parents may not be able to afford to feed them or something, and I didn't want people to think that was the case with me. However, it's probably really designed for people who just don't have time to deal with breakfast in the mornings, and this morning that's how I felt. I usually can get breakfast ready for Charlie, but with one thing and the other, I just didn't, so I asked him if he'd like to buy breakfast today.

He was thrilled. "Today and tommorrow?" he asked hopefully. I said sure, and gave him money for both days. All he could talk about on the ride to school was how he was going to go downstairs with Tyrell for breakfast.

I have a feeling this is going to become a habit.

Am I alone in really wanting American Idol to go away? I know some people on my flist like the show, but I just can't see the appeal. For those who like it, what is it that appeals? (In my case, I think I can't get past the snarky 'let's make fun of the bad people' part of the show.) And did anyone see The Simpson's parody of it this past Sunday? mmmmm...that's good satire.

Right. I will shut up now.

Thanks to everyone who friended my friend or said hi to her. You guys rock!

Instead of chocolate...

Organizing my mood icons took way more time that it should have, but it was worth it, I think. Now I have pretty Darcy and Elizabeth mood thingies! Hurrah!

Quixotic would totally be the most awesome Scrabble word ever.

The phone system here is interesting - it rings 4 times then goes into the automatic directory, where the person then can chose the extention of their choice, so I'm not supposed to answer unless the person bounces out of voicemail. It is hard to remember not to answer the phone. Not that I'm complaining, mind, it's just hard, because it rings rather loudly.

My town's schools offer a breakfast program, but I usually feed Charlie at home, because I think the breakfast program is for kids who's parents may not be able to afford to feed them or something, and I didn't want people to think that was the case with me. However, it's probably really designed for people who just don't have time to deal with breakfast in the mornings, and this morning that's how I felt. I usually can get breakfast ready for Charlie, but with one thing and the other, I just didn't, so I asked him if he'd like to buy breakfast today.

He was thrilled. "Today and tommorrow?" he asked hopefully. I said sure, and gave him money for both days. All he could talk about on the ride to school was how he was going to go downstairs with Tyrell for breakfast.

I have a feeling this is going to become a habit.

Am I alone in really wanting American Idol to go away? I know some people on my flist like the show, but I just can't see the appeal. For those who like it, what is it that appeals? (In my case, I think I can't get past the snarky 'let's make fun of the bad people' part of the show.) And did anyone see The Simpson's parody of it this past Sunday? mmmmm...that's good satire.

Right. I will shut up now.

Thanks to everyone who friended my friend or said hi to her. You guys rock!

Just...Arugh

I don't know why, but things just went downhill on me when I got home this evening.

Started out okay - Husband was home earlier than usual - he had a training thing and it ended early, so that was nice. It was early, it was a nice day, I thought maybe we could all do something, but husband was tired because last night he had a long evening of playing with his band and then going out for beer, so he fell asleep on the couch. Despite the fact I've pointed out to him, citing examples from numerous learned people, he doesn't believe me that you can't catch up on sleep, and that you should really just deal with being tired one day and then go to bed at your usual hour. Of course he doesn't have a usual hour, because he's constantly staying out late like a teenager with no curfew and then sleeping til noon whenever he can. So, he naps, I let him, I start defrosting chicken and sit down to watch a rerun of the Simpsons and read more of Hitchhiker's Guide.

He wakes up about an hour later, and says how he feels great and then snarks at me that I should not wake him up when he naps because he feels so good now. Whatever. So he wakes up then goes upstairs to check his email or something. I get the chicken out of the microwave, shake-n-bake it, and stick it in the oven. Then I decide that I'm going to go outside and start emptying the stupid bloody truck that has been sitting, broken down, in our driveway since January, despite numerous promises that it is going to be taken care of 'this week, I just have to clean it out.' So I shout that I'm going out to start the cleaning and again he snarks at me not to touch it and he'll do it. Like there's something valuable in the truck I might break or something.

I swear, the thing looks like a giant, truck shaped skip. It's full of paper and trash and the occasional rusty tool. Fine. Whatever. But you know what? I'm sick of the thing sitting in our driveway making us look like hillbillies. It was worse when he had two broken down trucks in the driveway. All it needed was a Camaro up on blocks and the picture was complete. So I'm fed up, and I snark that if it isn't gone by the end of the weekend, I'm calling someone. And he tells me to, and this is an exact quote, shut the fuck up. In front of Charlie. He does this alot.

Apparently I'm not allowed to have any opinions or feelings or anything that might actually contridict his. I'm not allowed to be annoyed at rusting trucks in my driveway or the fact that I spent a large hunk of Mother's Day driving to New Egypt to get another truck and didn't even get a bouquet of flowers or a card, or even a "Happy Mother's Day." He said it to the guy we bought the truck from, but not me.

And I knew we had to go get the truck, but it would be nice if he acknowledged the fact it was something I didn't want to do and was cutting into a day that (and I don't ask for much, really) could at least offer me a stupid Hallmark card.
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So, I'm upset, and don't feel like getting into a shouting match, because it never ends well, so Charlie and I go for a walk, and he plays on a playground, and I feel better, and we find butter cups on the way home, and i showed Charlie that, if you hold them up to your chin they'll reflect yellow. He thought that was pretty cool, and it made me smile because I realised I was passing on a bit of my own childhood to him.

However, the god of annoying things wasn't done with me yet, and when we got home I was watering my flowers and did one of those stupid sitcom things where I was carrying two pitchers of water outside, and when i tried to set one down, I spilled the other one all over the front porch. Later I spilled water on my end table, broke a fingernail when I was emptying the dishwasher and dropped a plate which smashed into lots of tiny pieces. (taking a carton of salt with it, lots of spilled salt on the floor.)

And tomorrow is Friday the 13th.

Just...Arugh

I don't know why, but things just went downhill on me when I got home this evening.

Started out okay - Husband was home earlier than usual - he had a training thing and it ended early, so that was nice. It was early, it was a nice day, I thought maybe we could all do something, but husband was tired because last night he had a long evening of playing with his band and then going out for beer, so he fell asleep on the couch. Despite the fact I've pointed out to him, citing examples from numerous learned people, he doesn't believe me that you can't catch up on sleep, and that you should really just deal with being tired one day and then go to bed at your usual hour. Of course he doesn't have a usual hour, because he's constantly staying out late like a teenager with no curfew and then sleeping til noon whenever he can. So, he naps, I let him, I start defrosting chicken and sit down to watch a rerun of the Simpsons and read more of Hitchhiker's Guide.

He wakes up about an hour later, and says how he feels great and then snarks at me that I should not wake him up when he naps because he feels so good now. Whatever. So he wakes up then goes upstairs to check his email or something. I get the chicken out of the microwave, shake-n-bake it, and stick it in the oven. Then I decide that I'm going to go outside and start emptying the stupid bloody truck that has been sitting, broken down, in our driveway since January, despite numerous promises that it is going to be taken care of 'this week, I just have to clean it out.' So I shout that I'm going out to start the cleaning and again he snarks at me not to touch it and he'll do it. Like there's something valuable in the truck I might break or something.

I swear, the thing looks like a giant, truck shaped skip. It's full of paper and trash and the occasional rusty tool. Fine. Whatever. But you know what? I'm sick of the thing sitting in our driveway making us look like hillbillies. It was worse when he had two broken down trucks in the driveway. All it needed was a Camaro up on blocks and the picture was complete. So I'm fed up, and I snark that if it isn't gone by the end of the weekend, I'm calling someone. And he tells me to, and this is an exact quote, shut the fuck up. In front of Charlie. He does this alot.

Apparently I'm not allowed to have any opinions or feelings or anything that might actually contridict his. I'm not allowed to be annoyed at rusting trucks in my driveway or the fact that I spent a large hunk of Mother's Day driving to New Egypt to get another truck and didn't even get a bouquet of flowers or a card, or even a "Happy Mother's Day." He said it to the guy we bought the truck from, but not me.

And I knew we had to go get the truck, but it would be nice if he acknowledged the fact it was something I didn't want to do and was cutting into a day that (and I don't ask for much, really) could at least offer me a stupid Hallmark card.
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So, I'm upset, and don't feel like getting into a shouting match, because it never ends well, so Charlie and I go for a walk, and he plays on a playground, and I feel better, and we find butter cups on the way home, and i showed Charlie that, if you hold them up to your chin they'll reflect yellow. He thought that was pretty cool, and it made me smile because I realised I was passing on a bit of my own childhood to him.

However, the god of annoying things wasn't done with me yet, and when we got home I was watering my flowers and did one of those stupid sitcom things where I was carrying two pitchers of water outside, and when i tried to set one down, I spilled the other one all over the front porch. Later I spilled water on my end table, broke a fingernail when I was emptying the dishwasher and dropped a plate which smashed into lots of tiny pieces. (taking a carton of salt with it, lots of spilled salt on the floor.)

And tomorrow is Friday the 13th.