This morning I received a call from someone who works for GICOEs boss...I mean, GICOE is In Charge of Everything having to do with me, however, he does have a boss, in a different building (if I tell you anymore, I will have to kill you). Its pretty much common knowledge that this guy thinks GICOE is a moron too.
Anyhoo...they more or less told me to come interview for a job over there. Its complicated and I cant explain it here, but basically I was going to interview so my position Im in NOW, will still be mine, when (and if) it gets upgraded to higher pay level. So, the interview was going to actually be for something else, but also would apply for my job (if upgraded). Lost yet? I am.....every.single.day.
I was also told that I do have the option, if selected, to move from my position in moron world. You know what? Im thinking about it, seriously. I will have less "downtime", meaning that I wont be able to do homework or blog about stoopid things people I work with, while Im actually at work. THAT is the only downfall......so, Im considering. Provided they pick me for actual position, that is. I had like four hour notice for this interview so Im really thankful that I didnt do my usual "casual Friday" thing and actually look professional today. Yeah, I KNOW its not really Friday...but it is my Friday, so there.
Wish me luck.....
FROM 0 TO 3 IN 90 DAYS-LIFE AFTER OLDER CHILD ADOPTION
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small....
Ok. So, I was really excited to see the new Alice and Wonderland movie. And, I was not disappointed. I believe I feel a new obsession coming on. I hearted the movie. In fact, I felt it was so good, entertaining and magical, that I will try to see it again in theatres...AND buy it when it comes out on DVD.
If you have the chance, go see it. Yes..its wierd..but so is the original story. Yes, the writer was probably on drugs, but it doesnt mean it isnt any less fun. I smiled many times during the movie, I was captivated.
Of course, not much needs to be said about the acting job done by Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter. It was of course, superb. Helena Bonham Carter as the red queen was nothing short of perfection. I loved the heart drawn on her lips in lipstick and I want to do that to my own lips, just for fun. Oh, and the very strange Crispin Glover was in it too, which was a pleasant surprise for me...although I should have known he would be.
It was a visually pleasing movie...lots of eye candy to captivate. Just a beautiful to look at. I especially loved the red queens castle...all white black and red, which I have a lot of in my own house.
That wasnt the only similarity between the red queen and I however. She loves a "warm pig belly to put my feet on"...and hey, I love a warm dachshund belly to put mine on.
When it was advertised on TV, I announced to the family that I was going to see it. My 11 year old son said, "not me, it looks too creepy", my seven year old boy agreed with him, as he often does. Fine, I said. S and I will go. My hubby was not in the room so I didnt get his opinion on it.
When it came time to go, the boys changed their mind and went with us. A covered his little eyes once during the movie (no spoilers here), but afterwards when L said that it wasnt all that creepy, A once again agreed.
I think it looks a lot creepier on the commercials than it actually is. I think it is a movie the whole family can enjoy. Mine will be enjoying it for a loooong time to come, because I have a feeling its moving high up on my favorite list, which means it will be on a lot in my house for years to come.
Right after the movie I thought: Where in the world was the Jefferson Airplane song, "White Rabbit"? THAT was the only disappointment for me, that this song was NO WHERE in the movie. Now that I have been singing that song to myself now for days, I have remembered that the drug references are thick as reefer smoke in the lyrics. Being that a lot of kids will see this, it was probably a good idea to use a different song. My bad. Hollywood did the right thing...go figure.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
LOST BOY LOST
COREY HAIM 1971-2010
"Your'e a vampire Michael. My own brother, a...vampire. Wait till mom finds out!"
"Death by Stereo"
"They're only noodles, Michael".
Monday, March 8, 2010
Baby Infestation and the Beeping Heart.
One of the reasons kids are so dang cool is because of the things that come out of their mouths. Here are a couple little gems that surfaced this weekend.
My daughter was pining over a friend who had recently moved away. She was talking about how she used to like to go over to her house and play, with one exception.
S: I miss A so bad. It was kind of fun when I went to her house and played.
Me: Im sorry she had to move away, that stinks.
S: Yeah. One thing though Mom...her house was INFESTED with babies.
Me: (shaking my head rapidly) Did you just say it was INFESTED with babies?
S: Yes. That means that there were a lot of babies there. You know...because of the daycare.
While in the car to somewhere I cant remember....
A: Mom...you might have to stop the car.
Me: WHY? Whats wrong? I glance in the review mirror and he is holding his hand over his chest
A: My heart isnt beeping.
This weekend it was made clear to me that the tooth fairy is a boy when a boy loses a tooth, but a girl when a girl loses one . All this time, I imagined a Tinkerbell like creature who is decidely female, exchanging money for teeth to all kinds regardless of gender. Apparently there is a gender specific TEAM of tooth fairies. Good to know.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Im Hot Stuff Today
That is how I feel because I have been featured on Read with Girlfriends.
Read with Girlfriends is kind of like an Online Reading Club. If you like to read, its a lot of fun. They do a different book each month. So, if your interested head on over and check it out!
Read with Girlfriends is kind of like an Online Reading Club. If you like to read, its a lot of fun. They do a different book each month. So, if your interested head on over and check it out!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Too True Tues(day).
Im playing along with Essie today in T3, because her post made my skin crawl, and now I must share my similar experiences. Oh, and also because she rocks. I will not however be posting a picture of the vile creature in Part 2 of this post, because...well...just because.
The topic today is compulsions...as in what actions do you take to avoid a certain unpleasant event from occuring. You know, much like an OCD type thing. I have many of these actually.
Part 1:
One time, years ago, in my early twenties, I went to put on my shoes to go to the gym. I sat on my bed and put one shoe on, and then grabbed the other to put it on. If felt a little odd. Its weight felt kind of uneven, and it seemed like the toe of the shoe felt heavier in my hand..and instead of investigating, I put my foot in. My toe smooshed up against something warm and soft, so I took my foot out. I held the shoe up and kind of shook it.
Little beady eyes and twitching nose of a little mouse emergered from the toe of my sneaker!!!!! And I flung the shoe across the room where it hit the closet door and fell with a thud to the floor. Its little stow away then scampered out and under my dresser.
I ran out of the room, and because I didnt want to deal with it later, or at all...I got my cat Spock and locked him in my bedroom.
I also put on a different pair of shoes (checking them thouroughly first), and went to the gym, leaving Spock to a tasty lunch.
So...now, I always turn my shoes upside dowwn and SHAKE them before putting them on...always. People think Im trying to get sand out, but no....just mice.
The thing is...Im not even afraid of mice....I just dont want them on my feet. They dont belong there.
Part 2:
Those of you who know what Wolf Spiders are dont need a picture....why would you want to look at one EVER again? Those of you who dont and are curious and/or sick, go look at the one on Essie's post.
When I was in my late teens we lived in a house with a basement. My room was in the basement, it was a finished basement, and I felt like I was living on my own down there by myself. I thought it was pretty cool.
One night I was laying on my bed reading or writing or something and I got up to use the bathroom. I didnt have a door on my room...I took it off because my teenager brain thought it would be better to have those beads hanging in the doorway instead. I was walking toward the beads when I caught a bit of movement in front of me on the floor...a BIG HAIRY UGLY BROWN EVIL spider was standing between me and the doorway. I tried to go around it quickly and it BLOCKED MY PATH.
Now, I know you all dont believe me, but I swear on my coffee that it is. So, I tried going the other way...it did it again....and now, I noticed there were two of them. I was completely freaked out and I began to yell...of course no one heard me, and I wasnt going to stand there while they did God knows what to me. So I backed up and took a running jump OVER the evil little bastards, through the beads and landed on my knees. I jumped to my feet and dashed up the stairs, screaming.
My dad heard me this time and met me in the kitchen, expecting to see blood or something. By the look he gave me when I said there were spiders down stairs told me he thought I had been down stairs doing drugs in my "Opium Den" as he referred to my room with the beads and the lava lamp (no...this wasnt in the sixties, it was the late 80's...I was a freak, OK?). He grabbed a can of raid or something and came down stairs, followed by my adventure seeking mother.
The horror continued because they came toward him too...and then he sprayed them. It did not kill them, oh no it did not. It turned them into little white zombie spiders...walking very slowly, white spray clung to their hairy legs..as they continued to move foward. I left at that point...I could NOT handle anymore.
My dad ended up crushing them both. No one knew what kind of spiders they were that would actually run after a person, so my mom had to find out. She put one of the little zombie corpses in a little container and took it to the Department of Agriculture. They said it was a Wolf Spider...or also known as THE AGRESSIVE HOUSE SPIDER. Yeah, I'll say they are aggressive....and no one ever believes me. It sucks.
So, I did not sleep in my room anymore, cool beads and lava lamp or not. But it didnt matter because a little while later they found me again.
I was laying (dont ask) on the kitchen floor talking to my friend Jack on the phone. I had been on the phone in that position for about an hour or so...I couldnt really go anywhere else, because it was way before cordless phones, so I was tethered to the dining room wall. I felt something strange in my hair...I sat up and ran my hand through my hair and felt something foreign (ok..Im itching right now just writing this)..I put my head down and shook my head, flinging my hand in my hair to eject whatever it was. Out fell one of those hideous creatures....It landed on the floor, turned around, flipped me off with its little spider finger, and ran under the door to the basement stairs.
SO NOW....my hands are constantly in my hair...I mean anytime Im sitting anywhere and Im idle, my hands are in my hair. It drives my husband nuts..but I cant HELP it. I have a basement now too, a finished one, and I do go down there..but I am always on the look out...and I CANNOT kill a spider, not because I feel sorry for the little dirtbags, but because Im afraid they will come after me...so I have to hire a hit man (usually my eleven year old). I will not go within 100 feet of a spider if I know its there.
The topic today is compulsions...as in what actions do you take to avoid a certain unpleasant event from occuring. You know, much like an OCD type thing. I have many of these actually.
Part 1:
One time, years ago, in my early twenties, I went to put on my shoes to go to the gym. I sat on my bed and put one shoe on, and then grabbed the other to put it on. If felt a little odd. Its weight felt kind of uneven, and it seemed like the toe of the shoe felt heavier in my hand..and instead of investigating, I put my foot in. My toe smooshed up against something warm and soft, so I took my foot out. I held the shoe up and kind of shook it.
Little beady eyes and twitching nose of a little mouse emergered from the toe of my sneaker!!!!! And I flung the shoe across the room where it hit the closet door and fell with a thud to the floor. Its little stow away then scampered out and under my dresser.
I ran out of the room, and because I didnt want to deal with it later, or at all...I got my cat Spock and locked him in my bedroom.
I also put on a different pair of shoes (checking them thouroughly first), and went to the gym, leaving Spock to a tasty lunch.
So...now, I always turn my shoes upside dowwn and SHAKE them before putting them on...always. People think Im trying to get sand out, but no....just mice.
The thing is...Im not even afraid of mice....I just dont want them on my feet. They dont belong there.
Part 2:
Those of you who know what Wolf Spiders are dont need a picture....why would you want to look at one EVER again? Those of you who dont and are curious and/or sick, go look at the one on Essie's post.
When I was in my late teens we lived in a house with a basement. My room was in the basement, it was a finished basement, and I felt like I was living on my own down there by myself. I thought it was pretty cool.
One night I was laying on my bed reading or writing or something and I got up to use the bathroom. I didnt have a door on my room...I took it off because my teenager brain thought it would be better to have those beads hanging in the doorway instead. I was walking toward the beads when I caught a bit of movement in front of me on the floor...a BIG HAIRY UGLY BROWN EVIL spider was standing between me and the doorway. I tried to go around it quickly and it BLOCKED MY PATH.
Now, I know you all dont believe me, but I swear on my coffee that it is. So, I tried going the other way...it did it again....and now, I noticed there were two of them. I was completely freaked out and I began to yell...of course no one heard me, and I wasnt going to stand there while they did God knows what to me. So I backed up and took a running jump OVER the evil little bastards, through the beads and landed on my knees. I jumped to my feet and dashed up the stairs, screaming.
My dad heard me this time and met me in the kitchen, expecting to see blood or something. By the look he gave me when I said there were spiders down stairs told me he thought I had been down stairs doing drugs in my "Opium Den" as he referred to my room with the beads and the lava lamp (no...this wasnt in the sixties, it was the late 80's...I was a freak, OK?). He grabbed a can of raid or something and came down stairs, followed by my adventure seeking mother.
The horror continued because they came toward him too...and then he sprayed them. It did not kill them, oh no it did not. It turned them into little white zombie spiders...walking very slowly, white spray clung to their hairy legs..as they continued to move foward. I left at that point...I could NOT handle anymore.
My dad ended up crushing them both. No one knew what kind of spiders they were that would actually run after a person, so my mom had to find out. She put one of the little zombie corpses in a little container and took it to the Department of Agriculture. They said it was a Wolf Spider...or also known as THE AGRESSIVE HOUSE SPIDER. Yeah, I'll say they are aggressive....and no one ever believes me. It sucks.
So, I did not sleep in my room anymore, cool beads and lava lamp or not. But it didnt matter because a little while later they found me again.
I was laying (dont ask) on the kitchen floor talking to my friend Jack on the phone. I had been on the phone in that position for about an hour or so...I couldnt really go anywhere else, because it was way before cordless phones, so I was tethered to the dining room wall. I felt something strange in my hair...I sat up and ran my hand through my hair and felt something foreign (ok..Im itching right now just writing this)..I put my head down and shook my head, flinging my hand in my hair to eject whatever it was. Out fell one of those hideous creatures....It landed on the floor, turned around, flipped me off with its little spider finger, and ran under the door to the basement stairs.
SO NOW....my hands are constantly in my hair...I mean anytime Im sitting anywhere and Im idle, my hands are in my hair. It drives my husband nuts..but I cant HELP it. I have a basement now too, a finished one, and I do go down there..but I am always on the look out...and I CANNOT kill a spider, not because I feel sorry for the little dirtbags, but because Im afraid they will come after me...so I have to hire a hit man (usually my eleven year old). I will not go within 100 feet of a spider if I know its there.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Funny Grandma, Killer Whales, and Dog Seals.
Its Monday....again. But, Im trying to optimistic about it all. First, I want to say that nothing funny happened at my training the other day...so it was complete boredom. Sorry to disappoint. I wanted to make fun of someone too.
So, Saturday I took the kids and my mother to the big city for a little shopping. Mainly for Easter clothes for the kids. I had to take all three kids. Usually L likes to stay home as he absolutely loathes shopping. T wasnt going to be home, and I was not about to leave him home all day by himself...although he is getting to that age. Im just not willing to go there yet.
Anyhoo...L was driving me nuts, teasing me constantly and acting completely silly (he said he was so bored it was the only way he could entertain himself)so when T called and said he was on his way home and would be passing through the area we were shopping in, I begged him to meet me in the parking lot to pick up the male children as they were not meshing well with the females who really wanted to enjoy shopping. He agreed and so to kill time until he got to there, we browsed the toy store (I know, a crazy thing to do, with three kids, but work with me here) until he got there. There was no way I was shopping for any more clothes with these boys, not unless I could lock them in a fitting room while I did it.
While looking down the baby doll aisle (S has a birthday coming up and I wanted some ideas), my mother (who is 70) brightened up my whole day.
Grandma: Oh, this doll sucks...well, not in a bad way.
Shocked and curious I look, and she is looking at a doll that drinks "sucks" on a bottle.
We had a good laugh over that, the kids even thought it was funny. Just the idea that grandma would even think about something "sucking" as in its no good, was just funny. Maybe you had to be there.
Last night I had another wierd dream....
Im standing on a dock in the middle of the ocean. There are a lot of people there and we are listening to some lady talk while feeding the killer whales and seals Oreo Cookies (the coverage on the killer whale tragedy must have infilterated my sub conscious). The lady was explaining how the whales would take to the air when it was time for us to leave this earth...that they would carry us away to our destination (the Hale-bopp whales?). Some guy spoke up and said: "Will there be more than one whale?" Our teacher answered, "yes....there will be many" (this morning T said, "why didnt she say it would be a "pod"?).
I looked down and saw a seal...begging for an oreo. It was a seal but had the face and eyes of my dearly departed Italian Greyhound Marco. Its bottom jaw was even quivering the way Marco's would when he was trying to get you to give him something you had).
What does it all mean? I think it is a warning. That if this week goes awry and my preteen boy drives me nuts....I am NOT to don black Nikes and cover myself in a purple cloth after having eaten poisoned pudding, because whales will NOT pick me up and carry me off. I should just open up a package of Oreos and soothe myself.
Yep...that sounds good to me.
So, Saturday I took the kids and my mother to the big city for a little shopping. Mainly for Easter clothes for the kids. I had to take all three kids. Usually L likes to stay home as he absolutely loathes shopping. T wasnt going to be home, and I was not about to leave him home all day by himself...although he is getting to that age. Im just not willing to go there yet.
Anyhoo...L was driving me nuts, teasing me constantly and acting completely silly (he said he was so bored it was the only way he could entertain himself)so when T called and said he was on his way home and would be passing through the area we were shopping in, I begged him to meet me in the parking lot to pick up the male children as they were not meshing well with the females who really wanted to enjoy shopping. He agreed and so to kill time until he got to there, we browsed the toy store (I know, a crazy thing to do, with three kids, but work with me here) until he got there. There was no way I was shopping for any more clothes with these boys, not unless I could lock them in a fitting room while I did it.
While looking down the baby doll aisle (S has a birthday coming up and I wanted some ideas), my mother (who is 70) brightened up my whole day.
Grandma: Oh, this doll sucks...well, not in a bad way.
Shocked and curious I look, and she is looking at a doll that drinks "sucks" on a bottle.
We had a good laugh over that, the kids even thought it was funny. Just the idea that grandma would even think about something "sucking" as in its no good, was just funny. Maybe you had to be there.
Last night I had another wierd dream....
Im standing on a dock in the middle of the ocean. There are a lot of people there and we are listening to some lady talk while feeding the killer whales and seals Oreo Cookies (the coverage on the killer whale tragedy must have infilterated my sub conscious). The lady was explaining how the whales would take to the air when it was time for us to leave this earth...that they would carry us away to our destination (the Hale-bopp whales?). Some guy spoke up and said: "Will there be more than one whale?" Our teacher answered, "yes....there will be many" (this morning T said, "why didnt she say it would be a "pod"?).
I looked down and saw a seal...begging for an oreo. It was a seal but had the face and eyes of my dearly departed Italian Greyhound Marco. Its bottom jaw was even quivering the way Marco's would when he was trying to get you to give him something you had).
What does it all mean? I think it is a warning. That if this week goes awry and my preteen boy drives me nuts....I am NOT to don black Nikes and cover myself in a purple cloth after having eaten poisoned pudding, because whales will NOT pick me up and carry me off. I should just open up a package of Oreos and soothe myself.
Yep...that sounds good to me.
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