Archive for January, 2008

I started an entire post on my struggle with perfectionism, but it wasn’t going well and I deleted it. That’s the punchline; I just wasn’t up to delving into the dark side of my personality. Let’s just say that a high achiever with a perfectionism complex really shouldn’t take a spinning class at the New! And! Improved! rec center because the aforementioned person now has an extremely sore bum (I now know what a Muppet feels like), legs that shake every time the stairs are attempted, and is contemplating an veddy early bedtime.

This high achiever with a perfectionism complex also just spent an embarrassingly large amount of time trying to figure out why the webcam on the laptop wasn’t working (only works on video calls on IM). This person wanted to take a photo to post here and will now just grab the digital camera tomorrow and head for a mirror.

The high achiever with a perfectionism complex is still working on a book review of the last book actually completed, but has been distracted by new books.

The high achiever with a perfectionism complex made killer chocolate chip oatmeal cookies today, so at least something of value was accomplished. And the laundry got finished, and the bathrooms got cleaned, and a first grader whining and complaining and procrastinating over a two week long project due Friday (!) about pilot fish was not strung up like a pinata. (Find the happy place….find the happy place…..)

The high achiever with a perfectionism complex is going to bed now…after a cookie…

Ooh, guess what I got today? Just guess…

My sunglasses. The ones that have been on backorder for 4 months. Yeah, those.

It’s a good day. It’s so nice to be able to drive with my eyes open for a change.

Tonight…ahhh…tonight I get to hear the English language get butchered for the very last time. ‘Tis the final State of the Union Address by the Moron Current Occupant. I will have a drink in hand; pretty much the only way I can stand to listen/watch/admit I’m on the same planet as that man. I would play a drinking game…you know the one…where you take a drink every time he mentions 9/11, but I’m afraid of alcohol poisoning. I really don’t know how he’s going to stand there and declare “the state of the union is strong” with a straight face, but hey, that’s me. Go ahead, ignore gas prices/home foreclosure rates/the current recession/the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan/health care…sigh… You know what would make watching the speech wonderful fun? If I could watch it with a MST3K-like commentary going on. That’d be awesome.

I actually (gasp!) finished a book…review to follow in the next day or so.

Same with a reasonably current picture; so many of you are right on with “tall” and “glasses.”

Same with my ramblings on time management. That right there oughta say volumes on me and time management.

Oh well. At least I can see outside now.

Just one thing after another…

• A is working on his Pinewood Derby car for the race next weekend. It has been a mess of sawdust and sanding and painting. There has been less profanity from Tom than one would expect.
• Tom is finally home from his second business trip in as many weeks. The boys are over the moon to see him, and I can finally relax. A little.
• My brother is being transferred to Germany next month for a year. We are considering a Christmastime trip to visit him and his wife. With the boys. And my parents. Someone please tell me this is not a bad idea because the thought of an overseas flight with my SPD/ADHD child is making me hyperventilate.
• It is a delicious 64 degrees F right now. In January. It will not last, but tonight we grill! ’
• My parents are coming out this week and I can’t wait. The boys can’t wait. They can’t wait. We’re all pretty much in a breathless state of excitement.
• Is it a bad thing that there is a 1/4 inch crack upstairs, between the wall and the ceiling? Yeah, I thought so. Who am I supposed to call? And don’t say the builders…’cause I’d really rather walk barefoot over broken glass than have to deal with them again. The front stone and stone trim outside is disintegrating and falling off the side of the house. Again, would rather walk on broken glass. I’m sure the builders are ever so proud of their handiwork. Morons.
• Friday is February. This is not only the month that should fall off the face of the earth (and ooh, it’s a day longer this year…yippee), but the month that I have to start signing A up for summer camps. In fact, I have to sign him up for his #1 favorite camp in the world before the end of January to get the early bird discount. Summer camp. Already. I need to get going on this; his last day of school is May 30th. Whimper…

Dinner calls. Steak. And no red wine. And it’s Sunday. And Colorado is a Blue State (no liquor sales on Sunday). It’s a sad thing. ; )

Kelley had a craptastic day the other day, so I sent her a little chocolate to cheer her up. Please head over to her place, check this post, and let me know if it really does look like that. ; ) Read the comments…trust me.

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Anyone else’s kids driving them absolutely batsnot lately? It’s the damned full moon, I swear. I asked A’s OT this afternoon if she noticed the kids she worked with being off the wall this week. Poor woman…she answered YES!!! in every possible way. Just looking at her I had my answer; I’ve never seen her so dragged out. I swear to GOD, my cherubs haven’t been this freaking insane in months.

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Someone please tell me why I get so much more done when Tom is out of the house for the day. Why oh why is this? C’mon, this is my second post of the day! How often does that happen? And the house is clean, the laundry is done and put away, my to-do list is completed (for the day, let’s not get crazy here), my emails have been answered…what’s going on?

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A few of my favorite bloggers have posted pictures of themselves this week. Robin looks exactly as I pictured her, Karen looks nothing like I imagined (I saw brown wavy hair…the blond threw me). How do y’all “see” me? Now, no cheating. Somewhere back in my archives there might be a picture or two of me. If you’ve never seen those (and don’t go looking…I said no cheating!), what do I look like in your mind’s eye? I’ll get my butt in gear and post a real pic sometime soon. Oh, and my yahoo avatar? How I only wish my hair looked.

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I am so done with presidential debates. Is there anything left to discuss? I have the Republican debate playing behind me; my God, shut up.

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Lastly, my wee lil’ political rant of earlier today: I guess we’re also getting $300 per kid. Woot! But I think I came off as not liking the money. I’ll take any money anyone, especially the government, wants to throw at me. I just don’t like the idea of being given the money so I will just go out and spend it on “stuff.” I also think it’s too little, too late, but hey, that’s me. Again, give the money to education; that’ll do more good in the long run.

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Enough. I’m gonna go do something, anything. Hey, I’m almost done with a book! I could read! And then go back to our New! And! Improved! library to get more books! Me likey this idea…

Word is coming down that the US government is going to buy us off give us rebate checks this summer; $600 a person or $1200 a couple. Apparently they think we can’t do simple math. Maybe that money should just be sent to teachers and schools.

The whole plan is that we will use that money to go buy more crap made in other countries, to shore up our economy. I’ve tried, God knows I’ve tried, to learn how that would improve things, but it ain’t happening.

If and when I ever see a check, it’s not going to be spent buying more crap made in other countries. Twelve hundred dollars? That’s four months of OT for A. That’s three car payments. That’s 8-10 months of utilities. That’s a year (or more) of doctor co-pays. We don’t need more crap made in other countries. We, as a country, need to figure out our priorities and fill those first. Needs, true needs, must come first, not the latest “thing.”

Can you tell I’m still not feeling well and am a bit grumpy? Hey, Current Occupant! You can tell me how to spend that check, but I’m not listening. You don’t listen to the American people, I don’t see the need to pass along the favor.

I need more vitamin C now…

I was going to write a lengthy, humorous post on time management today…and will…another day. But this ache in the back of my throat ain’t getting better. And Colorado is tops right now in flu cases. And I don’t get flu shots. And I’m feeling progressively crappier (is that a grammatically correct phrase? Wow, I’m really not feeling well if I can’t figure out the grammar).

So I’m calling it a day, computer-wise, and am going to go rest. Before this niggling little ache in my throat and head and overall tiredness ramps up into what I’ve been watching others suffer.

I just don’t get it. I’m sitting here watching the Giants vs. Packers football game, in the delicious warmth of my humble abode, glass of wine at my side. I am watching fans sitting outside, in a Wisconsin winter, watching the game, cheering for their team to have the honor of losing to the New England Patriots in a couple of weeks.

It is currently 1 degree F in Green Bay Wisconsin.

WTF? The game commentator just noted that Lambeau Field in Green Bay has been sold out since the 1960s or something insane like that. I don’t care if my great grandfather laid the last stone and season tickets have been passed from generation to generation like a rare opal, there ain’t nothing that is going to get me to sit outside in subzero temperatures and watch grown men in spandex chasing a flying orb, landing on top of each other in the process. Pile-ups seem to be lasting longer in this game; I think they’re trying to huddle together for warmth. Some of these idiots are in short sleeves. I did my time in five years of college marching band, no need to go to games voluntarily now, certainly not in the winter. Pre-season games…I’ll go.

Anyhoo…the chickie over at Magneto Bold Too has thrown out the challenge to share our freakiest search terms. I haven’t really dug deep to find any, but let’s go a-searchin’. Since I haven’t been here at Wordpress terribly long, I’ll have to pull from my old Blogger stats (Oh, BTW, I missed my 2 year blogoversary; it was last week. I’m so on top of things. Yay me).

(wait, temperature update…it’s now 4 below zero in Wisconsin, with a windchill of 24 below zero. I don’t fracking get it!!! People die in this kind of weather! And now they’ve gone into overtime!)

(awww…the NY Giants won. I’m glad. I’m a mom…and I wanted lil’ Eli Manning to have a purty ring like his big brother. I’m sappy that way)

Apparently painting behind a toilet is big news and no one knows how to do it. Number four on a google search. I just hope my little tip resulted in beyootiful loos and harmonious marriages.

Search for “fruity pebbles marshmallow fluff” and you get my post on pancakes.

(really, I’m looking pretty boring here…)

Lots of stuff on “meat on a truck” and Michaelangelo’s paintings…

Ok. It’s official. This is a damned boring blog. I have no google search freakshows. I apologize for my complete cube-ness (square on six sides).

I shall now finish cleaning my kitchen, for that is what cubes do on a Sunday night…and then finish my wine.

Today begins my least favorite time of the year. Tom’s busy season. This year will be even worse, for his company is rolling out an entirely new computer system during the busy season. Tom is intimately involved with this new system rollout, and will be putting in longer and crazier hours than usual. He has warned me that this year will be crazier than usual. So I will no longer refer to this time as “the busy season,” but as “the crazy season.”

That’s better than my first choice, which was, “I want a divorce attorney on speed dial” season. (He is almost unbearable during this time of year)

In six months things will be better.

In six months the crazy season will be over.

In six months our financial situation will be better.

In six months it will be warm and I won’t have snotsicles sitting in my house.

In six months the construction will finished behind my house.

In six months it is possible (though not entirely probable) that A will be done with OT…and our financial situation will be even better.

In six months that last clump of hair on the top of my head will be a tolerable length and I won’t be tempted to cut my hair off super short again.

I can do six months. Just six months. It’s doable, right?