Sucker

This is me, a sucker. I'm at work and someone asks me for help. Do I say that I'm super busy and I can get back to them later? Nope. I drop what I'm doing to help. Why? Because it's usually a tech question and I like tech questions. Or because a kid's laptop is doing something weird and I want to figure out the problem. Either way, my plans get stalled and I'm left scrambling to finish my work. So, this is my life right now.
I remember before Molly was born that I thought I was busy. And at the time I guess I thought I was. Then she was born and I thought I was busy. And I know I was. Now, I have a fabulous two-year old, a full-time job, and a master's research paper to complete. And a Halloween costume to make. And pictures to put in a scrapbook. And a baby quilt I need to finish. And a book I'd like to read. Now I'm pretty sure I'm exhausted.

My bad

Holy crap, I haven't posted in a while. Got an email from Jodi inviting me to be a part of her blog which reminded me I have a blog. So, after reading up on the blogs I'm following (this, after some serious facebook time) I decided to post up, yo.
Got back from Denver last week. It was a fun trip and looking back maybe we should have stayed an extra day to do a few more things. I suppose it gives us a reason to go back. Molly was a trooper through 75-80% of trip. Afternoon hours got hairy as no nap was the norm.
Had class last Friday and Saturday. Need to get working on that because I could probably get most of the work done quickly and easily. But I'm sure some procrastination will be involved. Got an iPod Touch for class, though, and get to keep it. I'm loving the calendar app. It's way smaller than the calendar in my purse but I think I'll hold on to both for a while until I get used to only using the iPod. Bought a skin for it but I think I want some sort of carrier-style something so it's protected better whilst being jostled in said purse.
Also bought a car on Friday (a good day, right?!) 2008 Saturn Aura XR. Drove it all weekend, loved it, etc. This morning got ready to go to the zoo with friends, got in the car, and it wouldn't start. Long story short, the car "dropped a cell" in the battery and needed replacing. Seriously, this has to happen to me?! Cripes. Well, at least we had the other car and it wasn't a time-sensitive trip. But now I'm like what else can happen? But at least I have another year of bumper-to-bumper.
So now I need some motivation to go to school and get some work done. I know I have lots to do and that no one's going to do it but me, but I hate having to take my time off and work. I spend a LOT of time during the year that I think I deserve a wee bit of repose from people's kids. But if I don't work on stuff now, I'll really be hurting in fall plus that it's also my action research time. Skee-roo'd if I don't take action now.
This is me giving myself a pep talk. Is it working?

HA!

So many things crack me up at the moment: the inventive words of my child, my funny blogging brother (crotchpot cookin!) and the thought of not possibly getting all the things done that are set before me. Really, just gotta laugh about that one because otherwise I'll cry.

Some of Mol's best:
bee-na-na ballerina
moo-ick music
shor-shor dinosaur
gruh-muh grandma
punkin baby one of her fave dolls
see-ah Ciara, another one of her favorite dolls

And, of course "I do it!!" "Mah-ee do it!!" Not too hard to figure out.

Also, another observation, in the evening, no matter what I'm doing it's always 10 PM. Why is this? And, why, when I see that it's 10 PM can't I go to bed and save my sanity? Instead of gettting a second wind and going to bed at 11? Especially when the next morning kills me? Huhn...I don't know either.

I'm a twit

So I've started to get into the twitter thing. i'm not the freakout every five minutes tweeter, though. in fact, i hardly tweet at all. I like receiving tweets. it's like getting mail--even if its junk, you still got mail.
Also liking facebook for the same reasons. It's a good little excuse for a break when working the fingers to the bone. but i'm not the facebook quiz taker guy. Man, there are some people that take every quiz possible. Wth? I'd love to have that kind of down time.

noot cocks

This sounds a lot more risqué than it is. Noot cock is M's way of saying fruit snacks. The girl could eat them all day, everyday. She goes to the snack cabinet, points way up high and asks in her angelic little voice, "Noot cock?" "Noot cock?" Hard to say no. Now we've gotten so we need to know which type of noot cock to eat. "Dora" "PomBob" "Neeemo"
This brings me to the latest adventure. ear infection was found at the dr yesterday. Dr gave a vile substance that must be taken for TEN DAYS. (I shall ask Dr why she hates us so much next time I see her) Tried to dispense meds while looking in snack cabinet but she was wise to my tomfoolery. Vile liquid all over. Up to the tubby where I planned to dispense the meds that didn't go anywhere but on her clothes the last time.
Thought noot cocks would make her feel better after the fact. Didn't think about the complications. So, put her in the tub and as usual she immediately pees. Pee water is a fact of life--if the reader becomes grossed out, too bad. Continue on with bath as normal. Purple in the hair (shampoo) then green (conditioner) to make it "moozsh" (smooth). Meds time. Long story short, I'm pretty sure drooling out the contents of mouth while screaming probably didn't mean much was ingested. Noot cock to the rescue, except that anytime I got near her, she flailed along with the noot cock.
Where does the package of noot cock go but into the pee water of the tubby. And a few drop into the pee water as well. Now screaming "noot cock! noot cock!" and trying to fish them out to eat. Those things are slimy as hell when they hit water. Fished them out and ate them all.
Finished bath, got jammies on, and put to bed. Wasn't happy because it was a little earlier than normal but I couldn't give her the nighttime sippy of milk because vile liquid requires no milk or dairy be consumed until one hour after meds. This must go on until the 26th. Shoot me.

Need to learn how to spell "soon"

back to reality son enough

Very blissfully enjoying my time off. Haven't really thought of work at all. Being a stay at home mom is very different and a good experience. Unfortunately, don't know if M feels the same way. Every morning around 10:30-11:00 she asks, "Shopping?" Evidently I am not enough entertainment for her.
Busy weekend with Easter plans. Glad to have Monday off, too. Have no idea what I'm doing on Tuesday. Would be worried but at this point ignorance is bliss.

First long distance sibling

So, we're embarking on a new family status--a brother that lives far enough away that it requires a plane ride to visit. I'm surprisingly bothered by this. We don't see each other too often (even though I would if I could). But, i guess the possibility to see each other has always been there.
Now, it will require planning to see each other. Jeez. I'm pretty Sappy McSapson tonight.

the end is near

Four more days of work until break. I feel much better than last week even though I still have about the same amount of stressful projects to finish. J's a bit depressed because his break is over and now it's back to reality. Baseball started last week and the first game is tomorrow, assuming it's not too cold, which of course it will be. Don't know why they even attempt games the first half of the season. We are in Wisconsin after all.
I'm enjoying my master's stuff even if it is addition to my load. It's really made me think about how I can change what I do. And I want to change. I've got so many ideas swirling in my head that I wish I had diigo for my brain. I wonder if I'll ever get the time to implement all the things I want to do. I hope i can get some concrete stuff done this summer and whenever I can squeeze it in the rest of this year.
Dad and I were talking this past weekend about the stuff they use on the tractors and I got me thinking how our whole family is deep into the techno world in their own respective careers. I usually think of just C as the geek (I say geek with all love) but really, we all are in our own special ways. Huhn. I guess I never thought of our family cutting edge tech people but we've sorta turned out that way.

And crap it is...

God, I need a vacation. The hamster is spinning in the wheel and is getting mighty pooped. Still over two weeks until the blessed event. Only about 150 due dates until that time too. Friday, April 3 at 4:30 I shall be curled up on the couch and not to be moved until at least the following Monday. Yeah, I wish.

90% of file completed now.

So I'm waiting for an avi file to be converted to a swf file and it's taking FORever so I decided to write a little. Haven't done this in forever, either.
Flippin' busy and can't wait for a break. Got to get class stuff done by, like, Tuesday besides all the rest of the stuff in my daily life.
Going to Buca's tonight and strap on the ol' feed bag. Dan's bday and it was his request. (btw-63% file completed) Should be fun as usual.
Oscars on tonight too. Got it dvr'd because I'm going to miss it. I don't do that very often--miss the oscars (not dvr--of course i dvr often). That and the two hours of programming after it too. Never know how long the thankful actors and actresses will go on about how thankful they are.
My one follower who shall remain nameless needs to hook me up with some tivo once he has that power. Well, as long as it's not too expensive. Can tivo be a satellite provider, too? Kid who babysat for us last night said they had tivo at their house. Is she just not understanding how satellite works or this there something I don't know?

Was it a good choice telling people I know that I have a blog? Gotta tell Mom of course cause she's your Mom. (And, by the way, the only one to comment thus far--what a sweetheart!) But maybe I shouldn't have told my baby bro who's probably reading this anyway? Nah, he'll go easy on me and not think I've totally geeked out. Cause after all, he's the computer geek of the family. And I say that with all the love in my heart. He's seriously knowledgeable about lots of things. Now it probably sounds like I'm buttering him up.
Anyhoo, this blogging thing can be kind of fun. I don't do it for anyone but me and I really don't are if anyone else reads it. It's kind of funny because I was never a journal/diary writer kind of girl.
Thinking about my brother...we seem to find different Christmas Story paraphernalia to give each other each year. This year he gave me the movie with themed cookie cutters that I'm totally jacked to try.
There are two kinds of people in the world: those who love the leg lamp and those who do not.

I just spent 2 1/2 hours of my life that not only can I not get back but I didn't get any work done, either. I tried to hook up my router and couldn't get it to work. I worked when I had cable but I can't get it to work with DSL. Dang it. Freaking frustrating.
I really wasn't wasting time but I think I'm going to have difficulty working at home. It's hard to separate the two worlds. Guess I'm going to have to buck up and do it. Most of the problem is that I have to work in the evening when I'm pretty well spent from the day. Gotta put my big girl pants on and deal with it.

So, it's been awhile. Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around, you might miss it. (Ferris Bueller) So, let me stop and ponder the newest happenings.
Full-time job, mom, and now--starting a master's program. Spent half the weekend in class but got out earlier than planned. Thank God for small favors. Although I have to say that it was a good class. I think I'm going to like the program.
Big week for us as a collective population, huh? I cracked up at the closing prayer with the different sayings about some of the different races--I loved "when brown can stick around" and "the red man can get ahead, man" along with the others that I can't quite remember what was the exact quote. Probably mostly because that was an old dude and I didn't expect to hear such lighthearted things to come from him. Bet he's a pretty funny guy if he feels cool enough to say such things in front of millions of people. Totally endearing.
Seriously glad I have a DVR. Last night, I was torn between two fabulous pop culture events--the Neighborhood Ball and American Idol. I could talk a while about the beauty and joy of the DVR. Why would anyone want to watch TV in real time anymore? It's like air conditioning--sure, you don't need it for survival but let's not take any chances.
Anyhoo, Idol was classic as always and the Ball was pretty good too. Here' s a question: was Beyoncé nipping out or was it just the way the darts were sewn into her dress? At first, I said darts but my husband pointed (ha) out that it looked like the points had dark round circles. Hunh. I could see that, I suppose. I probably should just go on some gossip sites and see what they said because I'm sure I wasn't the only one who noticed. Plus, as the spouse observed, they didn't show a lot of full body shots of her--just the face. Scared cameramen/producers perhaps? Don't want another wardrobe malfunction. Either way, it was a pretty dress and Beyoncé always looks fabulous.

I seriously can't believe that I'm posting again. I just get these random thoughts that, for once, instead of staying in my head get to be barfed all over the net for the world to see.

I have a friend who's life story was the movie "Dan in Real Life". Bed in the laundry room, shoes in the dryer, "You are a murderer of love". All of it. Yes, people, Steve Carell is my friend.

Not really. But I really do have a friend named Dan who went through disturbingly similar circumstances. Makes the movie that much funnier.

Just put it on my tab.

OK, so I thought I was done for the night after I updated my profile. Chose not to list things but instead to write prose. So now I realize why one uses commas. The faves get highlighted to find people with similar interests.

Fine. Did that and clicked on Red Tent to see what happens. Several (I'm sure) lovely people who evidently put this in their reading faves. Here's my problem: why do people put their astrological sign in their profiles? Does it really rule their worlds so much that it's important to note? Do they rip open their newspapers to find that "good things will come today" or "don't make any rash decisions today" and they actually think about this before going through their day? Will I not like them because we don't have compatable signs? Really? Perhaps there are those that will not read and/or follow some blogs because of a sign prejudice? "Well, I think that Tauruses are stubborn, so I just don't think I can possibly associated with them." Meeow.

All I'm saying, people, is give peace a chance. Let's not label. Let's just be.

Stress

I hate cat hair. I'm looking at the kitty tumbleweeds on the floor and it ticks me off. Especially because one of the fur balls pulls his hair out on purpose. They say it's "because of stress". Yep, lots of stress in the area of eating and sleeping. The only thing stressful about this cat's life is when the food bowl is empty.

Speaking of stress, I'm gearing up for it. In an out of body experience, I'm pretty sure I signed on to begin a master's program. Starting next week. Now it's time to rearrange the schedule and the life to fit something more in. I've been putting it off so it guess I can't anymore.

I've started a fairly strict budget plan for the fam. Gotta save some cashola to make up for a recent financial fiasco that wasn't totally our fault. I'm a little concerned about where the magic money tree is planted and hope to find it soon. Powerball's up to $105 million today so maybe I need to make a small investment. Of course, I could also wipe my butt with the same investment and probably come out just as well. Jury's out.

Momentary vent on how coworkers tick me off. I hate it when people procrastinate and it affects other people. Procrastination is fine--do it all the time. Difference is that the job gets done. Today it didn't and now I have to try to get to work early to fix a problem that wasn't my fault in the first place. I so want to tell somebody off but you can't rationalize with irrational people. I wish you could. In fact I tried to rationalize once and it didn't help. God I wish it would have...I've always wanted to have a dramatic oscar-worthy smackdown but I'm afraid of confrontation. It's one of those things that I have planned in my head (probably an amalgamation of several movie lines) and it sounds awesome. Leaves 'em speechless. Um, yeah, too afraid that it wouldn't work and I'd have to apologize. And there's nothing worse than having to apologize to an idiot for something stupid they did.

This blog thing is sort of therapeutic. Hunh. Go figure.

Oh yeah...this probably isn't very interesting so if I invited you to read it, I'm sorry. I suppose I didn't need to invite anyone but it was the next thing on the "create a blog" directions.

I have no idea why I have started a blog. Maybe it's not a good idea. Can my kids see it? Who do I trust? Will inappropriate commentary happen...by me? It's possible.

Why can't I remember anyone's email when it came to the invitations option? Well, except Stacy's and that's because I emailed her today. Got it stuck in my head. Everyody else's--poof! Gone.

Anyhoo, I'm back at work-day 2. So far, so good. Please ask me how I'm doing in March. Should be slow and painful until then--only because of the three months in a row vacation days have stopped and now it's three months without vacation days. How do you people work year round?

Speaking of working year round, what do people actually do at jobs that don't require planning/performing for an audience everyday? I mean, really--what do people do at desks? I've wondered this for a little while now. Maybe they don't mind working year round--I mean, if one isn't performing everyday, maybe their jobs are easier to do?

The only other jobs I've had was when I was in college and they were grunt work-style jobs. I know how those jobs go. But like bank people--unless you're a teller, what do you do? Fill out forms? Customer service?

I think I should have named this blog "random thoughts by a person who flits from one subject to another and probably asks too many questions". Too long?

Here goes...

I'm joining the land of the bloggers and already feel a wee bit geeky. But, nobody reads this crap, right?