It's not even noon yet, and two things have happened to make me angry.
First, in an attempt to clean out the fridge, I tried to get the fruit and veggie shelves out, so I can "hand wash with warm water", as the manufacturer specifically says to do. Well, during the awesome planning of our house, the contractors/builders/whoever decided to place our fridge right up against the laundry door. Now I can't open the fridge door far enough to remove the trays. So, I cleaned the trays out while inside the fridge... which made the fridge lightbulb burn out. Friggin awesome.
After that was done, FedEx showed up to deliver a package. I was super psyched to see it was the two mugs I had ordered for Hubby from Miami U to replace the one I broke. Just in time! I opened up the first one and gasped when I saw the handle had broken off. Good thing I ordered two, I thought. I opened up the second one and discovered the handle had also broken off of that, and it was in two pieces! I got very angry. They didn't package them well- just wrapped in paper, put in a Dubois bag, put in a box, then stuff more paper around it. PAPER. There was some bubble wrap lining the bottom of the box, but c'mon now people, you know the box won't stay right-side up the whole time!
I just wish there was more forethought going on. It really saves everyone a bunch of trouble when people just think before doing.
7/23/09
Good luck to ya!
Tonight was my last night serving as secretary of the FRG. It didn't even really register until we voted in the new officers.
It's been fun, but I'm ready to turn the reins over. Life with LB has been hair-pulling, and I know he's just being a typical toddler boy, but I just don't have the patience or energy any more. Tonight, he wandered into the conference room from the babysitting room, then whined a little and ran around and tried playing with people's cell phones and threw fits when he didn't get his way. Just frustrating. Next time, I'm leaving him home with a sitter. Although it's convenient to bring him with me, it's getting the point where he's just too much of a handful.
So Posh and K and I are leaving. Kitty is staying on, but she's not actually leaving the boat like us. More power to her! Fortunately, it'll be a LOT less busy since the guys will be home for awhile.
I came home not too late, but for some reason it doesn't feel like that. I've had a bad stomachache all day, which is finally subsiding a little. It made the meeting a lot less enjoyable, and couple that with LB's behavior, and I kind of bolted out of there right after it was over. It's good to relax because the next few days are going to be busy!
It's been fun, but I'm ready to turn the reins over. Life with LB has been hair-pulling, and I know he's just being a typical toddler boy, but I just don't have the patience or energy any more. Tonight, he wandered into the conference room from the babysitting room, then whined a little and ran around and tried playing with people's cell phones and threw fits when he didn't get his way. Just frustrating. Next time, I'm leaving him home with a sitter. Although it's convenient to bring him with me, it's getting the point where he's just too much of a handful.
So Posh and K and I are leaving. Kitty is staying on, but she's not actually leaving the boat like us. More power to her! Fortunately, it'll be a LOT less busy since the guys will be home for awhile.
I came home not too late, but for some reason it doesn't feel like that. I've had a bad stomachache all day, which is finally subsiding a little. It made the meeting a lot less enjoyable, and couple that with LB's behavior, and I kind of bolted out of there right after it was over. It's good to relax because the next few days are going to be busy!
7/19/09
Random thoughts....
I'm having a typical deployed spouse's Saturday night: kid's in bed early, M&Ms, and Saturday Night Live. Call the police, it's a wild night!
I need a pedicure. I can't reach my feet any more.
I can't WAIT until homecoming! It's coming up quick!
I'm getting irritated because I feel like I'm just not being heard. Obviously, he's a toddler, so LB doesn't listen. Neither does the dog. I expect that. But grown people don't seem to listen when I've said no, and it's like dealing with children- so frustrating.
Braxton Hicks are getting a little stronger and painful. I think I freaked out two of my friends- Posh even said she was going to start timing me!
I hate how liberal the media is.
I feel really ugly lately- cellulite, cankles, rash on my legs, fat ass, and no time to do my hair ever.
Double standards drive me crazy. If a rule is in place for a specific reason, it should apply to all involved.
I give up trying to keep up with social stuff. If you're coming to me for info, forget it- I probably know less than you.
Can't wait for football season.
Why are classroom supplies breaking the bank? Do certain brands of crayons promote better learning? Does a certain type of notebook produce a better learning environment than another one? Seriously teachers, let's get back to the basics in all aspects.
I wish my son wouldn't throw temper tantrums at parties. I can handle it at home, but around other people, it's just embarassing.
The Jay Leno Show looks entertaining, but frustrating at the same time. How can you call yourself an american and not know who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, but know who lives in a pineapple under the sea?? The dumbing down of America increases my blood pressure exponentially.
I need a pedicure. I can't reach my feet any more.
I can't WAIT until homecoming! It's coming up quick!
I'm getting irritated because I feel like I'm just not being heard. Obviously, he's a toddler, so LB doesn't listen. Neither does the dog. I expect that. But grown people don't seem to listen when I've said no, and it's like dealing with children- so frustrating.
Braxton Hicks are getting a little stronger and painful. I think I freaked out two of my friends- Posh even said she was going to start timing me!
I hate how liberal the media is.
I feel really ugly lately- cellulite, cankles, rash on my legs, fat ass, and no time to do my hair ever.
Double standards drive me crazy. If a rule is in place for a specific reason, it should apply to all involved.
I give up trying to keep up with social stuff. If you're coming to me for info, forget it- I probably know less than you.
Can't wait for football season.
Why are classroom supplies breaking the bank? Do certain brands of crayons promote better learning? Does a certain type of notebook produce a better learning environment than another one? Seriously teachers, let's get back to the basics in all aspects.
I wish my son wouldn't throw temper tantrums at parties. I can handle it at home, but around other people, it's just embarassing.
The Jay Leno Show looks entertaining, but frustrating at the same time. How can you call yourself an american and not know who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, but know who lives in a pineapple under the sea?? The dumbing down of America increases my blood pressure exponentially.
7/15/09
See you later, sanity
The terrible twos are starting, and I have no patience or sanity left to deal with it. Consciously, I know he's just being a toddler with little control over his emotions (and actions), but subconsciously, I'm wondering what the hell happened to the little baby that was so well-behaved and I always got compliments for.
This morning, he had a breakdown for no reason. Whatever I had, he wanted- my juice, the blanket I was using, my hair- and tried to take them from me. The blanket I gave up. I got him a sippy cup of juice which he rejected (sigh). And I yelled at him for pulling out my hair and leaving a little bald spot. He cried. He cried when he wanted something, and when he didn't want something, and when I yelled at him. I'm so tired this morning that I tried to take a quick nap during Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but I was slapped in the face.... guess who.
But the thing that sent me over the edge was knocking over Hubby's favorite and only Miami University mug and breaking it while I was getting the sippy cup of juice. I should have put it in the dishwasher when I was done with it, then it wouldn't have been out to tip over. I was so at the end of my rope that I started crying. Over a mug!! It was stupid, I know. I ordered two more online to replace it, and I know Hubby won't be too upset or anything, but being huge and hormonal and dealing with an inconsolable toddler, I just can't take the stress of anything, apparently.
It's a good thing the end of the deployment is near. I'm losing it.
This morning, he had a breakdown for no reason. Whatever I had, he wanted- my juice, the blanket I was using, my hair- and tried to take them from me. The blanket I gave up. I got him a sippy cup of juice which he rejected (sigh). And I yelled at him for pulling out my hair and leaving a little bald spot. He cried. He cried when he wanted something, and when he didn't want something, and when I yelled at him. I'm so tired this morning that I tried to take a quick nap during Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but I was slapped in the face.... guess who.
But the thing that sent me over the edge was knocking over Hubby's favorite and only Miami University mug and breaking it while I was getting the sippy cup of juice. I should have put it in the dishwasher when I was done with it, then it wouldn't have been out to tip over. I was so at the end of my rope that I started crying. Over a mug!! It was stupid, I know. I ordered two more online to replace it, and I know Hubby won't be too upset or anything, but being huge and hormonal and dealing with an inconsolable toddler, I just can't take the stress of anything, apparently.
It's a good thing the end of the deployment is near. I'm losing it.
7/13/09
Things I will never understand
1. People who park in handicapped parking spaces, who then walk ably to and from a store. I'm sorry, but if you really need that space, you'd better damn be unable to walk, or unable to walk without significant pain! But if you can walk into a store, shop around, then walk out, all while smiling, then you really don't deserve that spot, no matter the reason for your handicapped license or mirror hanging.
2. Typos in publications. Really? There are so many people out there that need jobs that probably could proofread better than the morons in the publishing industry.
3. My toddler's "schedule". How can he possibly be hungry after sitting for a half hour in front of a plate of food he didn't touch?
4. My toddler's fascination with the grossest stuff on the planet. Couldn't he find something just as fascinating as the toilet brush? Maybe I should just buy him his own to play with... but how do you explain to people that your kid's favorite toy is a toilet brush?
5. College professors. My theory is that they are so into academia that they don't realize there is a real world out there. If you're paying X amount of money to learn about something, the classes and assignments had better be related to that goal. Why waste your time and money? And, guess what professors? People learn differently. So quit lecturing all the time. Utilize another style of teaching... especially when the class is for education majors!
6. A handicap motorcycle license plate. I really did see one. My assumption is that if you are handicapped enough to require special parking privileges, then your ability to maneuver a two-wheeled vehicle would be nil. Just my opinion.
7. The aversion to alpha-numeric street numbers. Since when has it been considered low-class to have a letter after your number? Are people really that shallow that they don't want people to think they live in a condo or (gasp!) apartment? Who cares? As long as the police and ambulance (and apparently the Domino's guy) finds the right house, nothing else matters.
8. People who show no gratitude to the people who save their lives, like firefighters and doctors. Or, to the people who protect their lives, like the police and the military.
9. Preventative health conditions. I understand people are born with diabetes, but getting it because you're overweight is another story. And if you know something like smoking causes cancer, wouldn't you be wise enough to stay away from it?
10. Yo Gabba Gabba. It's like psychedelic visual crack for children. I love how Noggin tries to pass it off as educational, when it's really just a colorful and musical distraction for 30 mintues. Although, I have to say, I'm pretty sucked into it when it's on, too... but I could be just zoning out from fatigue.
Feel free to leave a comment about the things you will never understand.
2. Typos in publications. Really? There are so many people out there that need jobs that probably could proofread better than the morons in the publishing industry.
3. My toddler's "schedule". How can he possibly be hungry after sitting for a half hour in front of a plate of food he didn't touch?
4. My toddler's fascination with the grossest stuff on the planet. Couldn't he find something just as fascinating as the toilet brush? Maybe I should just buy him his own to play with... but how do you explain to people that your kid's favorite toy is a toilet brush?
5. College professors. My theory is that they are so into academia that they don't realize there is a real world out there. If you're paying X amount of money to learn about something, the classes and assignments had better be related to that goal. Why waste your time and money? And, guess what professors? People learn differently. So quit lecturing all the time. Utilize another style of teaching... especially when the class is for education majors!
6. A handicap motorcycle license plate. I really did see one. My assumption is that if you are handicapped enough to require special parking privileges, then your ability to maneuver a two-wheeled vehicle would be nil. Just my opinion.
7. The aversion to alpha-numeric street numbers. Since when has it been considered low-class to have a letter after your number? Are people really that shallow that they don't want people to think they live in a condo or (gasp!) apartment? Who cares? As long as the police and ambulance (and apparently the Domino's guy) finds the right house, nothing else matters.
8. People who show no gratitude to the people who save their lives, like firefighters and doctors. Or, to the people who protect their lives, like the police and the military.
9. Preventative health conditions. I understand people are born with diabetes, but getting it because you're overweight is another story. And if you know something like smoking causes cancer, wouldn't you be wise enough to stay away from it?
10. Yo Gabba Gabba. It's like psychedelic visual crack for children. I love how Noggin tries to pass it off as educational, when it's really just a colorful and musical distraction for 30 mintues. Although, I have to say, I'm pretty sucked into it when it's on, too... but I could be just zoning out from fatigue.
Feel free to leave a comment about the things you will never understand.
7/12/09
A happy post!
Wow, how cynical and whiny I've sounded these past few posts! I'll make it a point with this one to post great stuff, I swear.
Last night, the wives held a Final Fling. LB and I didn't go, but he won First Hug! That means, Hubby gets to come off the boat second (after the First Kiss couple), and he gets to see his kid before anyone gets to see theirs. I told him last night (more to come), and he was so excited! He saw some recent pictures of LB and is so shocked at how much of a little boy he looks, instead of the baby he left. LB and I keep looking at pictures of Hubby, so I'm pretty confident that he won't be scared of him and will hug him right away. Besides, the kid's such a flirt.
So yes, I've been able to still talk to Hubby, which is great! He's been busy this port call, so our conversations usually end very abruptly- something like him saying, "I gotta go, love you, bye!" and me just saying "Ok, love you, bye!" But it's better to hear his voice than not at all.
I've been kinda patting myself on the back lately. I figured that money would be tight toward the end of deployment- it always is- so I have already purchased banners, cards, and gifts to welcome Hubby home. Now I can worry about getting him good food, cleaning the car and the house, and dealing with the DMV (grrrr... okay, couldn't make it through the entire post without a gripe, sorry!).
Last night, the wives held a Final Fling. LB and I didn't go, but he won First Hug! That means, Hubby gets to come off the boat second (after the First Kiss couple), and he gets to see his kid before anyone gets to see theirs. I told him last night (more to come), and he was so excited! He saw some recent pictures of LB and is so shocked at how much of a little boy he looks, instead of the baby he left. LB and I keep looking at pictures of Hubby, so I'm pretty confident that he won't be scared of him and will hug him right away. Besides, the kid's such a flirt.
So yes, I've been able to still talk to Hubby, which is great! He's been busy this port call, so our conversations usually end very abruptly- something like him saying, "I gotta go, love you, bye!" and me just saying "Ok, love you, bye!" But it's better to hear his voice than not at all.
I've been kinda patting myself on the back lately. I figured that money would be tight toward the end of deployment- it always is- so I have already purchased banners, cards, and gifts to welcome Hubby home. Now I can worry about getting him good food, cleaning the car and the house, and dealing with the DMV (grrrr... okay, couldn't make it through the entire post without a gripe, sorry!).
7/11/09
Still hating the DMV
My car registration is up at the end of this month. I got a renewal in the mail weeks ago, which I promptly returned with the CSL50 form, current inspection, and a check. But, as I predicted to Hubby, I've had it returned twice now. The first time, they stated my power of attorney which they had on file was expired (the car is registered in my and my hubby's name, which is why I needed it). So I photocopied it, wrote a letter, and even highlighted the expiration date of the POA, then sent it all back. Today, it was all sent back to me again, this time explaining that they need me to provide them with the original copy of the POA.
I wish they had asked me that the first time. Then I would have saved myself postage and patience! Why couldn't they explain that I need to submit the original in the first place??? And do they really expect me to send the original POA to them, when it's the only way I can get stuff done in my husband's name? And my biggest question is, why is this suddenly an issue?? I just renewed Hubby's car (which is only in his name) last month with absolutely no problem. If the POA was still valid for then, and the expiration isn't even until the end of August, then why the problem??? I'll tell you why- because they want to make a hormonal pregnant woman whose husband is deployed as friggin crazy as possible. It's a conspiracy, I swear.
The DMVs are closed now, but on Monday, I will be marching right into their offices and demanding to know why they insist on making this as annoying and complicated as they have. At least I'll have the weekend to wind down, because I was pretty livid when I open the letter.
I wish they had asked me that the first time. Then I would have saved myself postage and patience! Why couldn't they explain that I need to submit the original in the first place??? And do they really expect me to send the original POA to them, when it's the only way I can get stuff done in my husband's name? And my biggest question is, why is this suddenly an issue?? I just renewed Hubby's car (which is only in his name) last month with absolutely no problem. If the POA was still valid for then, and the expiration isn't even until the end of August, then why the problem??? I'll tell you why- because they want to make a hormonal pregnant woman whose husband is deployed as friggin crazy as possible. It's a conspiracy, I swear.
The DMVs are closed now, but on Monday, I will be marching right into their offices and demanding to know why they insist on making this as annoying and complicated as they have. At least I'll have the weekend to wind down, because I was pretty livid when I open the letter.
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