Yes, I'm posting twice in one day, despite my crazy busy, boring daily life. I'm actually just shirking my chores to do while the little ones are asleep.
I got invited to something on Facebook. Invitations are nice- they make me feel like people think about me. It's very sweet to get an invitation to a bday party or something, even if I know I can't make it.
But this particular invitation was to "like" a page. And it was from someone who I hadn't seen or spoke to in over 7 years. I'm slightly guilty here- I was the one who friend-requested him. In hindsight, I should have just sent a message saying hello instead of the request. Now I'm stuck with his mass-invites to crap I don't care about.
After very careful consideration, I had to recently delete an artist friend of mine. I liked him very much and I think he's very talented, but the constant invites to shows and galleries, plus the million posts about him being on the radio and stuff, got to be annoying. I hadn't heard anything from him since college, and even after becoming FB friends, no wall posts or messages or even a simple hello.
So I made a decision. I will be deleting friends who do any of the following:
1. Mass-invite me to events when I haven't spoken to them in years. I won't delete all mass-invite people- just the ones that only mass-invite me. I didn't become a FB friend just to boost someone's fan base.
2. Invite me to take a quiz... and another... and another... and another. One thoughtfully chosen quiz is fine, I won't get annoyed by that. But asking me to take a quiz about which Twilight character I am, and which Twilight movie I like best, and which vampire movie is best, and who would play me in a movie about vampires (get the point?) is a little nuts.
3. TMI updates. I like to know what people are up to, but I don't like to know everything they are up to. So if you post about your sex life, or your annual exam, or the fight you are in with your significant other (who also happens to be friends with me, and responds to your post, and you two are duking it out on my homepage), you're getting the ax.
4. Minute-by-minute updaters. Again, I'm interested in what people are up to, but not that interested. Besides, isn't that what Twitter is for? I don't really want to know that you got up this morning, then did laundry, then ate cereal, and now are starting to get to work on the backyard. Then several hours later that you are sweating on a hot day and cooking some dinner, then chilling out with your husband in your hot tub. Seriously, if you update more than once a day (unless it's something very big), it's too much.
*****Addition: Anyone one on the east coast that ruins the ending of a season of American Idol or Biggest Loser, etc. Thanks a lot, guys.
5/26/10
More random thoughts
I just couldn't come up with a cohesive post, so here are some more random things.
So, my job doesn't come with sick days or personal days, especially since I have no grandma or grandpa or aunt or uncle to hand the kids to. I'd really like to take one today since I'm physically feeling like crap (hello, black stretchy pants), which is affecting my mental state. See previous post about the vicious cycle.
The weather is also pissing me off. I left HI thinking that I'd finally get the change of seasons, but it's not exactly the change I was looking for. It's late May and still only 50s and 60s. Where's summer? Even though it's HHH in NH, I kinda miss it.
My friend GA landed an awesome job last month and has been loving it. I'm so happy for her! Being happy with your career can make everything better (the opposite is true, too- being unhappy with your job can affect everything else in your life negatively), so I'm glad she's found her dream job.
Today might be a day of cartoons for the kids. They were both awake before my alarm went off at 5am- ugh. Seriously, my job starts at the crack of dawn and doesn't end until 7 or 8pm... who else has a workday like that? Well, fast attack submariners, so Hubby can relate! And, it seems like every day is the same. Wake up, change the boys, feed them breakfast, play with toys and clean the kitchen, watch Sesame Street, play some more (or do errands), have lunch, play for a little bit, naptime at 2pm, play some more, dinner, bath time, get into pjs, brush teeth, go to bed. Seems simple, but in between all that, I'm doing laundry, changing diapers, playing referee, etc. I usually start something then get interrupted when LB hits JC, so I have a bunch of half-finished stuff left to do by the time the boys go to bed.
I don't know why I'm complaining about all that. I knew that's what would happen when we had kids. I guess I'm just needing a change of pace or something. I hate to say it, but sometimes I'm completely bored being at home all the time. Yes, the boys are adorable and I love getting to spend time with them, but I'm spending A LOT of time with them, and it's very kid-friendly. You know, loud & simple conversations, bright primary colors, sticky hands... I'm just over-saturated with kid stuff.
I guess I'm just in a mood because of all that. The SAHM thing, the vicious cycle of working out and pain, the weather, the daily routine... *sigh* I suppose it could be worse, right? I mean, there are lots of good stuff going on. Good marriage, healthy family, financially stable, reliable transportation, big trip to look forward to this winter... maybe I'll make some chocolate chip cookies. That makes any day a little sunnier. :)
So, my job doesn't come with sick days or personal days, especially since I have no grandma or grandpa or aunt or uncle to hand the kids to. I'd really like to take one today since I'm physically feeling like crap (hello, black stretchy pants), which is affecting my mental state. See previous post about the vicious cycle.
The weather is also pissing me off. I left HI thinking that I'd finally get the change of seasons, but it's not exactly the change I was looking for. It's late May and still only 50s and 60s. Where's summer? Even though it's HHH in NH, I kinda miss it.
My friend GA landed an awesome job last month and has been loving it. I'm so happy for her! Being happy with your career can make everything better (the opposite is true, too- being unhappy with your job can affect everything else in your life negatively), so I'm glad she's found her dream job.
Today might be a day of cartoons for the kids. They were both awake before my alarm went off at 5am- ugh. Seriously, my job starts at the crack of dawn and doesn't end until 7 or 8pm... who else has a workday like that? Well, fast attack submariners, so Hubby can relate! And, it seems like every day is the same. Wake up, change the boys, feed them breakfast, play with toys and clean the kitchen, watch Sesame Street, play some more (or do errands), have lunch, play for a little bit, naptime at 2pm, play some more, dinner, bath time, get into pjs, brush teeth, go to bed. Seems simple, but in between all that, I'm doing laundry, changing diapers, playing referee, etc. I usually start something then get interrupted when LB hits JC, so I have a bunch of half-finished stuff left to do by the time the boys go to bed.
I don't know why I'm complaining about all that. I knew that's what would happen when we had kids. I guess I'm just needing a change of pace or something. I hate to say it, but sometimes I'm completely bored being at home all the time. Yes, the boys are adorable and I love getting to spend time with them, but I'm spending A LOT of time with them, and it's very kid-friendly. You know, loud & simple conversations, bright primary colors, sticky hands... I'm just over-saturated with kid stuff.
I guess I'm just in a mood because of all that. The SAHM thing, the vicious cycle of working out and pain, the weather, the daily routine... *sigh* I suppose it could be worse, right? I mean, there are lots of good stuff going on. Good marriage, healthy family, financially stable, reliable transportation, big trip to look forward to this winter... maybe I'll make some chocolate chip cookies. That makes any day a little sunnier. :)
5/25/10
Random Tuesday Thoughts
The Biggest Loser finale is tonight, so there's no chance I'll be blogging or doing anything else online. I'm rooting for Michael, but I think for the home prize, Sunshine will probably take it. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is seeing the red team again. Ugh.
It's nap time right now- much needed. Not as bad as yesterday, but there are only so many times I can say "Stop hitting" before I lose my mind.
Dear Carmel Valley old people: You bought a Maserati to do 10mph under the speed limit? How about you trade cars with me. You can putt around in my '05 Chevy Malibu and I'll tear it up in your sports car, m'kay?
If I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't, then why should I give a crap any more?
I'm craving a Hershey's bar and a Coke.
Paging summer... where are you, summer??.... I thought I was in California... in May...
I still haven't gotten the x-ray done. I can't bring the kids, so I need Hubby to be here for them. Which will probably be Friday.
There are three registered sex offenders in Carmel Valley. Two of them live within a mile from our house. And these are only the people that have been caught (yes, I'm cynical). F*CK.
Both boys have been "napping" for an hour now, and have been crying the whole time. Sheesh.
Ford brought back the Fiesta?? WTF?? I envision the crappy little cars from the 80s.
It's nap time right now- much needed. Not as bad as yesterday, but there are only so many times I can say "Stop hitting" before I lose my mind.
Dear Carmel Valley old people: You bought a Maserati to do 10mph under the speed limit? How about you trade cars with me. You can putt around in my '05 Chevy Malibu and I'll tear it up in your sports car, m'kay?
If I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't, then why should I give a crap any more?
I'm craving a Hershey's bar and a Coke.
Paging summer... where are you, summer??.... I thought I was in California... in May...
I still haven't gotten the x-ray done. I can't bring the kids, so I need Hubby to be here for them. Which will probably be Friday.
There are three registered sex offenders in Carmel Valley. Two of them live within a mile from our house. And these are only the people that have been caught (yes, I'm cynical). F*CK.
Both boys have been "napping" for an hour now, and have been crying the whole time. Sheesh.
Ford brought back the Fiesta?? WTF?? I envision the crappy little cars from the 80s.
5/24/10
Just an update
The spa was GREAT. Oh man, I could get a facial and massage every day... I fell asleep twice, oops. :)
LB got a haircut. It wasn't the usual grueling ordeal, which was nice. Thank you, LB.
*Don't confuse my general happy mood with my real mood. Here comes the nastiness I'm feeling right now.
Right now, he's sitting next to JC, eating out of a huge econo-bag of craisins. Cute, until he pushes his brother in the face and makes him cry. It's been like that all morning.
LB totally has eczema on his feet. The fungus creams wouldn't work because (surprise, surprise), it wasn't a fungus. The hydrocortisone works well. Hubby asked me why I didn't try that earlier, and I could have punched him. I get shit for not listening to the doc, then when I do, I still get shit. WTF?
Doc ordered an x-ray for my pelvis. No referral yet, bummer. But at least this is a step in the right direction. I ran over the weekend for a workout and it felt horrible. Now I'm kinda regretting it... but I don't want to not workout because I'm in pain... it's a circle that's pissing me off. I want to exercise, but when I do, I'm in pain so I feel crappy, but when I don't, I feel like an overweight slob and still feel crappy.
Holy shit, this has been a terrible morning. JC won't stop crying unless I pick him up, then he wants to be let down, then cries again. I sliced my hand open on the food processor blade that somebody put in the dishwasher upside down on the bottom (in kid reach, mind you). And LB has been sent to his room three times already for hitting and pushing his brother... and it's only 9:20am.
I think today is the day I lose my mind.
LB got a haircut. It wasn't the usual grueling ordeal, which was nice. Thank you, LB.
*Don't confuse my general happy mood with my real mood. Here comes the nastiness I'm feeling right now.
Right now, he's sitting next to JC, eating out of a huge econo-bag of craisins. Cute, until he pushes his brother in the face and makes him cry. It's been like that all morning.
LB totally has eczema on his feet. The fungus creams wouldn't work because (surprise, surprise), it wasn't a fungus. The hydrocortisone works well. Hubby asked me why I didn't try that earlier, and I could have punched him. I get shit for not listening to the doc, then when I do, I still get shit. WTF?
Doc ordered an x-ray for my pelvis. No referral yet, bummer. But at least this is a step in the right direction. I ran over the weekend for a workout and it felt horrible. Now I'm kinda regretting it... but I don't want to not workout because I'm in pain... it's a circle that's pissing me off. I want to exercise, but when I do, I'm in pain so I feel crappy, but when I don't, I feel like an overweight slob and still feel crappy.
Holy shit, this has been a terrible morning. JC won't stop crying unless I pick him up, then he wants to be let down, then cries again. I sliced my hand open on the food processor blade that somebody put in the dishwasher upside down on the bottom (in kid reach, mind you). And LB has been sent to his room three times already for hitting and pushing his brother... and it's only 9:20am.
I think today is the day I lose my mind.
5/20/10
Eh
I tried to come up with a witty post tonight. For some reason, I feel compelled to blog, but can't think of something great. So here's some random stuff.
LB has his own vocabulary, which is cool. Anything that doesn't work, like burned out lightbulbs, just needs new "barraries" (batteries). And houseflies are not houseflies; they are "bufferfies" (butterflies).
JC is crawling better. He's still so lazy about stuff- he's content to make me push his knees, although I know he can do it on his own. He will let his hands slip from the bottle so he doesn't have to hold it. What a little punk. :P
My friend who had the baby pass away let us in on a little information. If you have Tricare (and every military family does), and a family member passes away, the insurance company will cover nothing after the time of death, including autopsy, labs, and genetic testing. That is for the grieving family to shoulder. Doesn't seem fair. Doesn't seem morally right. She was told to "contact her congressman"; you better believe I'll be contacting mine, and if you feel the urge, contact yours, too.
I'll be seeing my doc tomorrow to try and get a referral for a pelvic specialist. I can't even take the trash out without lots of pain (like this morning), and it's getting frustrating. I thought with exercise, I'd feel better by now. Hopefully this works out and I get some answers.
LB also has an appointment. His poor feet have been in terrible shape for over a year now. Every doc says it's foot fungus, but the meds have not been working. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to bother him, but it definitely bothers me. Poor kid.
I have a friend who was recently hospitalized and now needs to supplement with infant formula. I told her what we have used, but the people who commented after me were insisting that she stick it out with the breastfeeding and try to replenish her supply. Okay, if she wants to do that, great... but she asked for formula advice, not a guilt trip. I felt bad for her- I was also pressured to breastfeed, but when it came down to it, my baby's health was more important than my ego. And truthfully, I don't feel less of a mother for doing it. I feel like a better mom for putting the needs of my infant over my unfounded needs to be like everyone else. All of you "breast is best" hippies who look down on people who use formula: suck it.
Day spa Saturday at 2pm... of course, if they remember I'm coming. :P
LB needs a haircut BAD. Tomorrow might be the day, if he's in a good mood.
LB has his own vocabulary, which is cool. Anything that doesn't work, like burned out lightbulbs, just needs new "barraries" (batteries). And houseflies are not houseflies; they are "bufferfies" (butterflies).
JC is crawling better. He's still so lazy about stuff- he's content to make me push his knees, although I know he can do it on his own. He will let his hands slip from the bottle so he doesn't have to hold it. What a little punk. :P
My friend who had the baby pass away let us in on a little information. If you have Tricare (and every military family does), and a family member passes away, the insurance company will cover nothing after the time of death, including autopsy, labs, and genetic testing. That is for the grieving family to shoulder. Doesn't seem fair. Doesn't seem morally right. She was told to "contact her congressman"; you better believe I'll be contacting mine, and if you feel the urge, contact yours, too.
I'll be seeing my doc tomorrow to try and get a referral for a pelvic specialist. I can't even take the trash out without lots of pain (like this morning), and it's getting frustrating. I thought with exercise, I'd feel better by now. Hopefully this works out and I get some answers.
LB also has an appointment. His poor feet have been in terrible shape for over a year now. Every doc says it's foot fungus, but the meds have not been working. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to bother him, but it definitely bothers me. Poor kid.
I have a friend who was recently hospitalized and now needs to supplement with infant formula. I told her what we have used, but the people who commented after me were insisting that she stick it out with the breastfeeding and try to replenish her supply. Okay, if she wants to do that, great... but she asked for formula advice, not a guilt trip. I felt bad for her- I was also pressured to breastfeed, but when it came down to it, my baby's health was more important than my ego. And truthfully, I don't feel less of a mother for doing it. I feel like a better mom for putting the needs of my infant over my unfounded needs to be like everyone else. All of you "breast is best" hippies who look down on people who use formula: suck it.
Day spa Saturday at 2pm... of course, if they remember I'm coming. :P
LB needs a haircut BAD. Tomorrow might be the day, if he's in a good mood.
5/19/10
5/18/10
A quick post about love
Love is:
...listening to an album you haven't listened to since high school, then finding out that your hubby has been listening to the exact same one on his commute that day, and you both have the same song stuck in your head.
...watching LB & JC play together. JC was hanging out in his doorway jumper, and LB was twirling him around. Too cute.
...knowing my mom knows me so well and laughing at the same crazy stuff. I miss her!
...having a friend that will drop everything and come to visit to celebrate our birthdays, even when it coincides with the craziness of leaving one job and starting another.
...chocolate. Don't argue me on this one.
...the moments that reaffirm my mama abilities. My two year old knows the difference between right and left. I'm still learning that one.
...looking at my boys and wondering if it's possible that they could get any cuter.
...roses and chocolate on the first day of a long-awaited kick-ass job. M, you're a pretty awesome hubs!
...(you fill in the blank)
...listening to an album you haven't listened to since high school, then finding out that your hubby has been listening to the exact same one on his commute that day, and you both have the same song stuck in your head.
...watching LB & JC play together. JC was hanging out in his doorway jumper, and LB was twirling him around. Too cute.
...knowing my mom knows me so well and laughing at the same crazy stuff. I miss her!
...having a friend that will drop everything and come to visit to celebrate our birthdays, even when it coincides with the craziness of leaving one job and starting another.
...chocolate. Don't argue me on this one.
...the moments that reaffirm my mama abilities. My two year old knows the difference between right and left. I'm still learning that one.
...looking at my boys and wondering if it's possible that they could get any cuter.
...roses and chocolate on the first day of a long-awaited kick-ass job. M, you're a pretty awesome hubs!
...(you fill in the blank)
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