I have to keep reminding myself that today is in fact NOT Thursday, but Wednesday. Even though tomorrow is the end of the work week thus making today feel like a Thursday it is not. Damn you Wednesday for dressing up like Thursday like its Halloween and fooling me multiple times today!
Happy July 1st everyone! How on earth is it July already?! Does anyone have a good answer? It seems difficult to process that really that much time has passed since New Years. Seems like it was only two months ago. So I guess that time really does fly when you’re having fun. However, I think Summer didn’t get the memo that it’s July. She seems to be a tad confused on whether or not to show up to this party. One day its 90 and sunny, next day 65 and rainy. Come on Spring / Summer tug-of-war, make up your mind already! I would like to stop running to the basement to get pants that I have already packed away for the next 5 months. mmmmK? Thanks.
I made 36 cupcakes last night. No, not uber delicious black bottom ones like The Mrs. made, but out of a box Funfetti cupcakes with vanilla Funfetti frosting. They are my husbands very favorite cupcakes. I make them for him on special occasions, or when I’m feeling nice. He asked me to make some for his DEP meeting today. He and the other recruiter in his office are going to have a bbq for their DEPers instead of making them run & stuff. Awwww how nice. Mostly its for them to take the time to sit with the DEPers and tell them to be good over the 4th of July weekend, and not do anything stupid. (ie: don’t do drugs, don’t get arrested, don’t hurt yourself, don’t be a moron.) I definitely had one of the cupcakes for breakfast this morning. It was delicious and guilt laden.
You know the saying – you learn something new everyday? Well I learned yesterday that brown eggs & white eggs are pretty much exactly the same. Minus the shell color. I felt like a complete moron that I had to look that up before I went to the grocery store. Maybe its common knowledge and I’m behind the curve on that one. But I’m glad that I know that now. The grocery stores seem to only have organic eggs in the lovely brown color, and I’ve been switching to as much organic foods and I can get. After my breakfast cupcake today, I can confirm – brown eggs and white eggs taste the same. Or, maybe my cage free organic brown eggs are better… because I mentally picture happy little red chickens running around in a meadow eating all the things chickens eat (grass? corn? I dunno?) with the sun high in the sky with a sappy song playing in the background. Run be free little chicken! Let me eat your yummy eggs!
Really, all I can say is – About Damn Time! He drug this out for way too long, and I’m glad he is finally stepping aside and letting Al Franken take the Senate Seat he won months ago.
… Ate like crap. I had fast food more than twice. I blame it completely on mother nature, rather than my lack of will power.
… Started a new Birth Control pill and it made me craaaabby for the first few days.
… Was in a terrible mood on the way home from picking up the hubbs new (older) mustang. Secretly resenting the fact that he now has a motorcycle and mustang, and I have nothing cool.
… Punched my husband (in the arm) on the way home from watching the fireworks after he scared me sh*tless.
… Bought Baby Girl a kiddie pool. Its bigger than I thought it would be and her face lit up when she saw it. That girl seriously loves being in the water.
…Booked a plane ticket for my little sister to fly home from visiting my parents because her (terrible) plans to get home fell through. She’s lucky I love her because that money was going to be spent on a ticket to DC to visit some awesome ladies.
…Went to bed early on Saturday night and it felt amazing.
…Don’t have to work on Friday and I am e-x-c-i-t-e-d.
…Obsessively did laundry and cleaned my house. I think it might be hormone related…
So yesterday D had to go work the Stars & Stripes Festival in our town. Its pretty cool, streets are blocked off and there are tons of food vendors, a carnival, stages for music, art booths, and of course stuff for sale. But what is cool about this festival is that they have one of the streets dedicated to the military. Each branch has a spot for a tent or whatever, and the recruiters in town work it. They hand out a bunch of free stuff and end up talking to a lot of older people that have been in the military that want to relive the “good ole days” for a bit. The Army brought in a tank looking thing, and last year the Navy had a dive tank. Its pretty neat. D had to go play softball all day on Saturday with the DEPers, and then work this festival on Sunday. Neither of us were too happy about it… but oh well.
So he went up there to work at about 10:30, and I decide I dont want to sit in the house and do nothing all day. I decided to go up there and visit for a bit, and look at all the vendors again to see if there is anything awesome I can’t live without. I had to get ready so I took Baby Girl in the shower with me because 1.) no one is home to watch her and 2.) she LOVES the shower. LOVES it. Srsly.
Im in there getting all clean, and she’s sitting in the tub playing with the foam letters & numbers. As I’m rinsing off my face I hear “EEEEEEWWWWWWWW, EEEEEEEEWWWWWWW”.
With a face full of soap I think – what the heck?! I look down and she is scooting towards the back of the tub, and there is a giant turd right between my feet. (Yes you read that right.) For the first time, my daughter poo-ed in the shower. And I was in it, lucky me.
But the funniest part was that I asked her “did you just poop in the shower?” and she replied “uh-huh (nodding her head vigorously) peee yeeewww stinky!”
I just had to laugh. At that point, what else can you do?
Someone in my office, or should I say some woman in my office has stolen my hairspray out of the bathroom. Twice now. I know that its trivial, but I am mad. There are other hairsprays, hair shines, hand creams, etc that don’t disappear. Why take mine? Its not extra special or anything, but it is my favorite. I’m about to put up a nasty sign or something that reads “keep your mitts off my damn Tressemme (the green one, not the purple one take that one all you want) or I will hunt you down and kick your shins!”
Sounds good in my head anyways.
Actually I had a problem with my stuff disappearing in the bathroom before. I used to keep feminine products in there. Because really who wants to go to the bathroom, come back out, go to your desk and then go back in. But twice I went in there, needed one and they were gone. Now I do keep them in my desk and everyone knows I have them, and they have to ASK.
To me it seems like the honor system has floated out of the window here. I am the youngest of the office at a mere 24 (25 in August – WEEEEE!), so you would think that by now the other 5 women here would have learned to either a.) bring their own stuff or b.) respect others’ stuff. I am not the type of person that can’t share. My policy is – feel free to use my stuff, but if you use the last of it either let me know or replace it. I don’t feel like I need to provide hygiene products for everyone here. I don’t stand in the bathroom handing out paper towels with a tip jar. I’m just that girl that likes to keep a few things in there so I don’t have to run back and forth from bathroom to desk. It seems logical doesn’t it?
I have been in a F-U-N-K lately. Thankfully mine is not Suckville like my friends LAW & Tucker, because that, well… sucks. But I have been in one none the less. It seems like I cant pinpoint what exactly is making me feel so blah lately. Work? No security clearance yet? Family? I really dont know. What I do know is that I would like it to stop. Pronto.
I have a feeling that most of it has to do with work, because most of the time when I am home at night I feel normal again. The conference took a lot out of me. Im more than swamped, took a pay cut, etc.
I can tell you one thing that has been on my mind a lot lately – baby #2. While at the conference last week (with mostly middle aged men mind you) I got asked a lot about my family. Of course my family rocks, but once people find out my daughter is 20 months old now the same old question “so when you guys gonna have baby #2″? People do not really understand how rude this really is. You can never fully understand someone’s situation and you dont know if they are already trying but having a hard time. Or if they didnt want kids in the first place and then – oops. And as somone who has said this to people before, and not realized how annoying / rude it can be – I am sorry to you.
Here is my biggest issue with it. Once I reply that I dont want anymore and that we are content with one child I proceed to get a friggin lecture. This didnt only happen once during the two days, but about 10 times. Literally. By the end, I didnt even want to talk about my family anymore. I started lying and saying we werent sure when, but then of course you get people saying – oh now that she’s almost two its the PERFECT time!
Ahhh… really. I am so grateful that my husband is who he is. And that my baby is a kick-ass rockstar child. I have a happy life. Why is is hard for people to comprehend that I dont need anything more? Sure siblings have a bond that is different than friendships… but (I’m going to sound like an asshole here) my friends ARE my family. They are there for me when my family isnt willing and / or able. And vice versa. So I dont buy that – kids NEED to have siblings thing for one second.
So please, do me a favor, and next time you are talking to someone about their family, unless they bring it up first… dont pry about their kid situation. Because its usually a very private thing, and people dont want to be lectured about it. kthanks.
So, while this has gotten me a little worked up right now… it really not even what has been making me all funky. Just needed to get that out.
I have been super super stressed about a conference I was planning for work. I barely had time to scarf down lunch most days in the past few weeks, so blogging has been difficult. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders now that its done though. Lots of people, lots of coordination, lots of meetings and lots of drinks. Normally event planning is my very favorite part of my job and I do it well. This event was a challenge for me to get excited about. Everything was done on time, and the programs were beautiful but I just did not want to be there at all. We have hosted this event 4 times in the past and I have coordinated them all, and I usually look forward to it all year. Im not really sure why this one was different. I was moody and annoyed at everything and just wanted to get home.
Someone said its because I “grew up”. Im not sure if thats the case, because Im pretty sure I was the youngest person there. But I would have rather been home with my family than boozing it up and talking business all night with middle aged men. It really gets tiring. Plus add in the fact that Im a blonde 20 something, and I become a little bit of a target at places like that. You have to practically beat (married) men off with a stick. And it makes me frigging sick to my stomach. So I was there Wednesday afternoon, and by Friday I was soooo ready to be out of there. I had to hitch a ride with someone to get back because the other girl I drove with wanted to stay and party again on Friday night.
It feels almost foreign to me. Like I said, normally I am super psyched to go to events and network and all that jazz. But this year, I was definitely NOT feeling it. And I am so happy that it is over with. Maybe next year I will be more excited.
The hubbs went camping with his guy pals this weekend, so I had Baby Girl all to myself since Thursday morning. I know its not a long time or anything, but it was the first time that her and I spent so many days and nights together just the two of us. Let me give you the short version of the weekend – except for part of Saturday my daughter cried and whined from Thursday until Sunday. By Sunday I was at my wits end. I put her down for a nap at 11 am.
I have to add that Ive been worrying about my husband getting orders and our supposed move in January. He has to get a new security clearance to go back on a ship. He turned the paperwork in at the end of March. There was a new guy handling the paperwork for this and he had no idea what he was doing I guess. So for TWO months my husband’s security clearance paperwork sat on a desk somewhere. His file was finally looked at about a week and a half ago. He was supposed to pick orders in April. Here we are in June with no orders, and no idea when he will be able talk to the detailer. What really gets me, is that in April we could pretty much pick anywhere we wanted to go. Now… not so much. Actually there are a few recruiters that had orders in hand to leave recruiting this summer that are now pushed back to to monetary issues, but that is a while other post.
Anyways. So Ive been stressed about my job, and the idea of moving (WHAT am I going to DO when we move?!), money, orders, etc. Im a worrier by nature, but holy hell my brain will not get out of panic mode and we still have months left.
So this weekend really got me thinking about my ability to be a “single mother” if / when we move and D goes out to sea, or on a 6 month deployment. Can I handle it? I guess all that pressure on myself and the crabby baby just got me overwhelmed.
After I put her in her crib, I sat on the living room floor to wrap a present for a baby shower… and I just slumped over started balling my eyes out. Im not hormonal or anything, so I surprised myself a little. But after Igot it out I felt much better.
I told D what happened and he thought I was funny, and gave me a big hug. I guess sometimes stress is part of the mom job. Cant say I like that part of it, but I guess its just something you (I) cant help.
I am constantly amazed by the ignorance and intolerance from people around me. For instance, today when discussing family vacations a girl at work said she was going to start a vacation fund to take her daughter to Disney World one day. Seems like a nice thing to do. Most parents want to to take their kids on vacations that they will enjoy and most kids like Disney. But what caught me off guard was the second half of the conversation.
Her: But before I plan when we will go I will have to check the calendar to see what events they have going on.
Me: Oh thats a good idea, I know they do a lot of special stuff so it would be great to go when something is happening.
Her: No, I mean to check and make sure they dont have any special groups there. Because I know they have a day when the park has all gays there. And I dont want to go then.
Me: Why?! Its not like she will catch being gay!!! (insert twisted face of confusion / annoyance)
Her: Well I dont think she would “catch” it or anything like that, but I just dont want her around that. When she is older she can figure out what gay is on her own. I dont need her to ask any questions.
Is it just me, or is that just seriously f-ed up? I guess Im just the opposite, I wouldn’t mind my daughter asking questions. Because when I answered the questions, I would teach her that its okay to love who you love no matter the person. And that we as people have the ability to be open minded and loving people, or closed minded, fearful and ignorant. And I would want my daughter to grow up to be understanding, compassionate, and caring for all people. Not just people that fit into a certain mould of how people “should” be.
Okay not literally. I love Detroit, its mah hometown. If you’ve ever known someone that is from Detroit you know that we are very proud to call this city home. (But none of us actually live in Detroit, more like Metro Detroit).
Anyways. This city sucks right now. The economic slide from good times to almost full on depression have -well – depressed our great city. The Big 3 are practically bankrupt and have been cutting their work force for years now. The last year has been excruciating. This is a place where everyone knows someone that works for one of the Big 3, if not multiple people. Having many of them laid off (and for a long time) and unable to find work in their field has left people down and out. This area has been an industrial mecca for years and is slowly being deserted. People don’t know what to do or where to go, and many people don’t want to go. We have four beautiful seasons, we are surrounded by water and trees and the cultural diversity is unlike anywhere else. What other city has Greektown (4-5 city blocks downtown of only Greek restaurants & shops that play Greek music on speakers), Mexican Town (admittedly never been there), and an entire Polish city within the city of Detroit called Hamtramck? Not to mention Lions and Tigers and Red Wings -oh my!
Back to my point. Its scary here. The bankruptcies of the Big 3 effects the entire city. There are thousands of machine, tool, die, etc shops that supply them. They are small businesses that have the majority of their work come from GM, Chrysler, Ford or other suppliers of them. Many shops are closing because they have not and will not get paid from these companies. Which leads to higher unemployment and gets more and more depressing. Everyone has hope that one day things will turn around. Just not hope that it will happen anytime soon. People are leaving to find work, whether they want to or not.
I don’t want to leave. Our families are here. But realistically we know that if D gets out of the Navy, he won’t find work in this town and we would have to leave anyway. We cant live of my paycheck alone… last week everyone at my company took a 10% pay cut and 6 people were laid off indefinitely.
Talk about a bad week. Hey – 6 people are leaving (out of 30), so you all have to take on extra work… oh and by the way, you are going to get a 10% pay cut in your next check.
But hey at least you have a job, right? That’s always the consolation people offer. Yeh, I’m glad I’m working, but that doesn’t mean I cant be pissed that I have to work harder and make less. Makes sense to me.
So, my beloved hometown… you will always be my heart, but maybe not my address. :-/
Im a simple person with big hopes and dreams of the person I will one day become. I am truly and honestly happy with where I am in my life, and I wouldnt change any part of it for anything. I am married to a wonderful man who just happens to be in the Navy and that in itself makes life interesting. We dont know what the future holds for us or where it will take us. And I love the little bundle of life, energy, sweetness, and joy that is my Baby Girl. Even on my worst day, everything is better with her around.
Someone in my office, or should I say some woman in my office has stolen my hairspray out of the bathroom. Twice now. I know that its trivial, but I am mad. There are other hairsprays, hair shines, hand creams, etc that don’t disappear. Why take mine? Its not extra special or anything, but it is my favorite. I’m about to put up a nasty sign or something that reads “keep your mitts off my damn Tressemme (the green one, not the purple one take that one all you want) or I will hunt you down and kick your shins!”
