Under My Skin

A few minutes ago the phone at work rang. When I answered it there was a man on the other end. He wanted to know if I could hear him. I said “Yes”. (The previous time that the phone rang it was a bad connection and the person on the other end hung up, not sure that had anything to do with it or not).  He asked what our hours were. I told him. Then he said “One more thing”. I said “Yup?” He said “Mar your an idiot” and hung up.

I could care less if someone calls me an idiot to my face but to be so chicken shit as to block your number (I tried the * 6 9 option on the phone) and then just hang up, yeah that bothers me.  I assume he knew my name because 95% of the time I say Shop Name this is Mar when I answer the phone.  I am thinking not any more. 

Regardless, it kinda creeps me out.

They Should Come With Instruction Manuals

I have been doing this Mom gig thing for 12.5 years now. You would think I would have a pretty good handle on it by now. For the most part I tend to think that I do.  Or I did. Until my baby started growing up right before my very eyes.  Like overnight.

Speaking of eyes, Noodle is now an official contact wearing member of society. Although that is going to come to a crashing hault if her mother (you know the one who thought she had her shit together)  can’t figure out how to fill her prescription. Yes, I suppose I can wander back into the doctor’s office and ask for them. Although when we were there he may have let it slip that they charge twice as much a wee bit more there than you can order them at other places.  I, being a 20/20 vision person (don’t be jealous, I had braces for 9 years to make up for it) had NO idea that each eye would be different which means we need a different box of contacts for each eye. Then how many boxes does one order? It seems the more you do order, the cheaper they get. I have no idea how long “they are good for” and would assume a years worth would be the most we would order as her eyes still seem to change at each check-up.

And can I tell you how different she looks without her glasses on? I can’t describe it really. Maybe it is because I am so used to seeing her in her glasses. The other day on the way to school I kept looking at her. Finally she asked me why I was staring at her. I told her I didn’t know. I just can’t get over it. She is just so incredibily breathtaking.  The splash of the freckles across the bridge of her nose, and the way you can see her eyes sparkle and jump when she laughs now. It makes my heart leap every time I look at her. I just hope she is not having the same effect on the boys.

I am still worthy of kisses (in front of her friends no less) when I drop her off at school in the mornings so I guess I still have that to hang onto.  We will see how long that lasts. *Sigh*.

Birthday Boy

Cam Today Little Mister is your pool party. If you were this talented at 4, I can only imagine what 5 will bring.  I can’t wait to find out.  Happy Birthday!  I love you!

Crossing My Fingers

I couldn’t sleep last night. We have friends coming into town tonight for the weekend that we have not seen for 6 months.  Last time they were home we had a falling out.  It ripped my heart and soul to shreds.

Apologies were offered and accepted, but feelings were still hurt and sometimes you can forgive but not forget.

I have worked myself up about it over and over again.  I have imagined just about every scenario I can. The good ones and the bad ones. I have built a wall around my heart. Just in case.

Hopefully this weekend I will be able to take it down.

She Woke Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed

This morning after I dropped Noodle off at school and before I had to be at work I decided to go to Fresh and Easy.  I think they are a West Coat chain, but if you see one, you should check it out.

They usually mark their stuff down, the things that are about to get to the sell by date, in the early afternoon. For some reason though when I went in this morning it was like Christmas morning. I spent $68.33.  Wanna know what I got? 4 Rib-eye steaks,4 pounds of 97/3 Angus Ground Beef, 2 Grill packs that have 4 hamburger patties, 4 Italian sausage links and 6-8 pieces of chicken in each, and 4 Pot Roasts.

Other than the pot roasts which I will be making into BBQ beef for a birthday party this weekend, everything else is going straight into the freezer. (It doesn’t even need to be re-packaged, thats the easy part of it!).

When I saw all that they had marked down I immediately called MamaB and my mom. My thought was share the wealth right? I circled the store and decided to look one more time at the meat before I left. I found 3 other packages of Rib-eyes and picked them up. I knew that I had plenty with the 2 packages I already had, but knew MamaB and my mom were on their way so I put them in my cart in case they wanted them.  An older lady was standing close to me watching me while I did this. I walked to the front of the store, MamaB walked in and I put them in the cart she was pushing. I told her if she wanted them fine, if not ask my mom if she wanted them and if she didn’t just put them back.  I didn’t see a damn thing wrong with it.

As I walked towards the check out a woman who works their asked me if I found everything ok. I said “And them some”. As she turned her back to me she said something to the effect of “We mark things down for all of our customers”. I assumed she was implying I bought “too much”. I said “I left plenty for other people”.  She said “I meant for our walk in customers”.  She was mad (and maybe the old lady told her I took at the steaks) that I called my friends so they could come to the store that pays her paycheck and buy things at said store. Maybe I am wrong, but is there really a difference? A customer is a customer. And remember it is all food that is within a day of them not being able to sell it AT ALL!

Now, I was not mad enough to walk out of there without buying the food I had in my cart. But the more I think about it the more it pisses me off. You would think in this day and age with the economy the way it is they would be happy for word of mouth advertising.

Next time I go would I do the same thing? You betcha. Not for the benefit of the store, but hey my friends and family need to eat as well, so why not pass on a bargain to them as well.

Tell would you have done the same or was I wrong? I’m a big girl, I can take it.

True Colors.

Sunday was Hubs birthday. His mother started calling about a week ago wanting to know what he wanted to do for his birthday. Every day she would call him and when he said he didn’t know, she would call me and ask me what he wanted to do.

We for the most part have very busy schedules during the week with out much give, so we try very hard on the occasion we don’t have plans on the weekend to keep a day open to just go with the flow.

Saturday morning she  finally beat him down enough to get him to cry Uncle! and give in to her to plan dinner out.  He called her Sunday about 1:00 to firm up the plans.

This was her response: Oh! I forgot to call you. After I talked to you yesterday Boyfriend and I decided to go out of town and we are not going to be back in time to go.

She does this kind of shit ALL.THE.TIME.

I could see the disappointment on Hubs face. He said he didn’t care but I know him better than that.

I was so pissed. I am extremely protective of those who are mine and to have her do this to her own son, yet again, was more than I was willing to take. I started yelling at him but stopped myself rather quickly, realizing it was not his fault and that no one deserves to be yelled at on their birthday (or most likely any other day for that matter I suppose).

***She called last night and wanted to know how much dinner cost because she wanted to pay for it. She didn’t ask if we could go another time mind you.   I just told her MY parents paid for it and that made her crawl back into her hole, we will see how long she stays there now.


 Friday morning when we were dropping the kids off at school there was one of these yucky little guys buzzing around.  Of course Mama B and I the kids were in a tizzy about it.  I had a piece of paper in my hand and swung at it a few times and started to wander away to catch up on some gossip to talk to someone and I hear Mama B shreaking my name. So I jumped into the nearest phone booth and put on my superman cape turned around  to   save the day  help Mama B out because the bee kept buzzing around her.  I took my piece of paper and blindly swung at it. Well at the same time I swung my arm, another mom was walking by. I nailed her right in the face. I felt terrible. I would not be surprised if she ends up with a black eye.  Oops.  

* I think it is some kind of a carpenter bee. Yeah, come to find out they don’t sting. Double Oy.


I Before E Except After C

A small foreword: There is no way in English language / alphabet that their last names do not come one right after the other; as in both last names start with the same letter and one is followed by “A” and the other by “E”.  Like Xaxxx  and Xexxxx, (see how bcd can’t fit?).

My mom picked Noodle up on Tuesday after her first day of school and brought her by work to see me and tell me about her day.

Me: Do you get to sit by who you wanted?

Noodle: (Puts her hands on her hips) NO! We had to sit  alphabetical  …

Me: (Thinking for a moment knowing M1 is in her class and that they are indeed in alphabetical order) *laughing* I am going to ask you again, Do you get to sit by who you wanted?

Noodle: No, we sit alphab….. OH! Well, yeah I get to sit by M1 (and what 12 year old would not want to sit by her BFF?) but thats not everyone I want to sit by.

Me: (As Noodle starts naming a list of girls a mile long she would also like to sit by) Um, you only have 2 sides.

Noodle: Oh, I guess I do.

Yeah, money well spent if you ask me :).