Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Responsibility, what's that? Responsibility, not quite yet.

I should really be working...especially since I have a deadline, but...yeeeeah.

Anyway, I'm setting my important teacher/board of education stuff aside to update a little about my life and all of its glory. Or something.

So we all know my kid is a genius and like, the prettiest baby ever, but this morning was probably the first time I've ever seen her look not-so-perfect. Everything was all fine and dandy. We got dressed, ate breakfast, then headed off to school. On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I drop Chase off at the school where I will eventually be teaching (I wanted to keep her in the infant room where she started, that way I don't have to re-transition her). Anyway, so I drop her off by 7:45am on M-W, and I get to my school (right around the corner) by 8. This morning, however....

So I'm halfway to Chase's school, when I hear her barf in the back seat. But hey, she's a baby. They spit up all the time, so I thought, "I'll wipe her up when we park, and all will be well." NOT! She then starts crying. So I'm thinking, "Well, she's probably still a little tired" because this kid is not a morning person. Wrong again. I go to take her out of the car, and she is covered, I mean COVERED in puke. She didn't just spit up, she full out threw up all over herself and the carseat. It was soooooooooooooooooooo gross. It smelled God-awful. (Duh, Laura...puke doesn't ever smell "good") OK, stfu, you know what I meant.
It was EVERYWHERE. I frantically called my boss because Chase looked terrible. She never got sick like that before, and she just looked like all of the energy had been drained from her in a matter of seconds. I felt so bad. So my boss said, "no problem, take Chase home and get things settled, and come back to work if you can." Chase is ok now, but it was pretty scary to see her like that this morning. She was crying and just had this expression like, "help. me." I went back to work around 11:30 after getting things settled at home. Work was fine, my kids were a little rambunctious since their routine was thrown off. I actually ended up making them sit for 5 mins. with their heads down and the lights off because they just weren't listening and sitting still during lessons. I had no time to waste with them since I had missed the morning. After work I visited my friend and her brand new baby girl. It was nice to catch up and meet the baby. Then I scored some free dinner off of my mom, even though I was only stopping by for a quick visit to pick up a carseat.

Oh, I also got tickets to see Incubus on Saturday. WHAAAAT UUUUUP! So excited. I haven't seen them live since I was about 17 years old. I'm pretty stoked.
Well, I should really get this Harrisburg stuff taken care of. I have until September 16th to submit EVERYTHING (and it's quite a bit of in depth paperwork) :/
Buuut, I'm pretty tired. So maybe I'll just call it a night.

K, bye. Enjoy this video:

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

"nobody gives a hoot about me and my stupid bat"

Oh, hey. Do you still read this thing? If not, I guess I'll keep going for my own amusement/creative outlet. (If you can call this piece of shit blog "creative".) I like to write, sue me.

So Chase is growing up way too fast. She finally says "Mama" in addition to "Dada" and "Yaaay!" She can also stand up without holding on to anything and she can pull herself up to stand without assistance. She's already 9 months old, it's crazy. She amazes us more and more every day.
In other news, my new job is going well so far, but I haven't really been working much or even really doing anything when I do go to work because I don't meet my students until September. For now, I'm basically just doing odd jobs around the building. I've only worked a total of like, 6 days. I haven't been called in at all this week yet, but we have an open house on Thursday so I may be needed for that. I'm definitely needed on Friday, though, which I'm kind of nervous about...but at the same time, oddly excited. Let me explain. See, this is a brand new elementary school opening up within a learning center/daycare. I believe I touched on this in other entries regarding my new job, but just in case you missed it (you poor bastard), here's the low down. The building is 6 floors. Floors 1 and 2 have classrooms/day care rooms. They provide care to infants 6 weeks and older, and they also have preschool and pre-k rooms. In addition to that, they house Headstart rooms, which are in the building, but under another company. Currently, the 3rd and 5th floors are being renovated. I'm not sure what's up with the 3rd floor right now, I'm assuming maybe offices and/or additional classrooms, but I haven't asked. The 5th floor is for the K-3 school, which is where I will be soon. It's HUGE, and it's going to be beautiful. The K-3 school will operate entirely different from how the 2nd floor operates as it will be an ACTUAL school, and not just a "learning center" which is a fancy word for daycare that sporadically teaches shit to kids. Now that you're all caught up, the school has a curriculum that the teachers (like myself) will be following and teaching to the children. It's called A Beka, and it's basically your run of the mill curriculum guide, only with a Christian twist. It's a private Christian school, hence why the owner has chosen to administer this particular curricula. This, however, has to get the final seal of approval from the PA Department of Education. PDE, for short. So the owner of the school where I will be teaching has selected me to go along with him and this other woman who helped develop the assessment strategies for the school to go before the board in Harrisburg this Friday. The board meeting will be brief, but it's still nerve racking nonetheless. They'll be asking me questions about the materials I plan to implement along with the curriculum, and how these things align with the PA state standards for Kindergarten. This guy from PDE came to the school 2 weeks ago and took some pics of the temporary classrooms and what kinds of learning tools were inside. He then took those pics to the board, so they will be using those pics to ask some questions. I've pretty much been using my time off to "study" the curriculum, standards, and assessment tools, and I think the meeting will go just fine. Luckily, the meetings with the board are in ABC order, which means we're first because my school begins with an "A". Ha, take that other loser schools who have to sit around all day and wait! My boss said he'd buy me and the other lady lunch, so that's a bonus, right? Unless of course the lunch sucks.
So there you have it. That's what's up with me lately...exciting stuff for me, but not for you. Sorry.
Wait, no I'm not. I told you before, if you want something "better" go elsewhere and read someone else's lame shit instead of my lame shit.

P.s. If you don't know what the title quote is from, then you suck and should go look it up. Do it. Then go watch the movie.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Chapter 14: Out with the old, in with the New

The way I always thought about my life has been in the form of chapters. Mainly because I love to read, and also...it's kind of an easy, pretty cliche way to view life. At any rate, this is how I see it:
Chapter 1: Birth/start of life
Chapter 2: The Elementary Years
Chapter 3: Adolescence at it's Finest
Chapter 4: High School's Stupid
Chapter 5: First Job, First Love, First Glimpse of Reality
Chapter 6: Friends...or not-so-friends
Chapter 7: The College Years (better than Saved By The Bell's)
Chapter 8: New job, new lifestyle
Chapter 9: Marriage and Stuff
Chapter 10: Figuring Out Where to Go From Here
Chapter 11: "....and Baby Says"
Chapter 12: Housewifery
Chapter 13: Best Friends, old and new
Which takes us up to now, this very point in time...

I am officially not a "housewife" any more. I am both happy and sad about this. Happy because, well, YAY MONEY! Sad because of the obvious reasons...not being home all day to do whatever I please, housework will be slacking, and I can't stay in my pajamas all day long every single day. My "unofficial" first day of work was this past Monday. I say unofficial because for now I'm just doing odd jobs around the school until I start actually teaching in September. For the past 3 days I have literally been paid to just sit around opening things. Yep. On Monday I opened up the k-3 curriculum. It was all boxed up and wrapped in plastic, so I had to go through and open it all to make sure all the necessary info was included. On Tuesday I worked in the Kindergarten room (aka my temporary classroom...my REAL classroom is still being built on the 5th floor), and the 1,2,3 room. The 1,2,3 room will temporarily be combining 1st-3rd graders until enrollment increases. Right now the 1-3 classes are SO small, it just doesn't make sense to give them their own teachers and rooms until there are enough kids to warrant separate rooms. Between both rooms I opened/set up at least $4,000 worth of brand new educational material. It took like, 4 hours just to unwrap everything! I was home before 4:30 on both days. Today all I did was open a few things for the toddler room on the daycare's floor, and I finished up some things I didn't get to yesterday in the K-3 rooms. I went in at 10am this morning, and was out of there by 12:30. I am earning some very decent money at this school, and I'm ridiculously excited about meeting my kindergarteners and getting my brand new class room on the 5th floor. The classrooms are HUGE, and since I was the first teacher hired for the new school, I get dibs on the rooms, and you're damn right I'm taking the one with the balcony that overlooks the waterfall! Oh, and get this...my boss is even seriously considering getting me a Smartboard. If you don't know what one is, check it out: http://www.smartboards.com/
They're like every teacher's wet dream, and a lot of schools can't afford to provide them. If I actually get one, it's going to be like Christmas for me. :)

In other news: Chase did well with her first 3 days in day care. It's awesome that she's in the same building as I am. Today, I was working in the office right next door to Chase's classroom (aka "The Bunny Room...how effing cute is that?) and I could hear her crying through the wall :( I felt so sad because I couldn't just run right in and grab her. I could hear one of the infant teachers trying to comfort her, but Chase still cried for a little longer than she would have if I were comforting her. I was like, "Ahh, so this is the downside to working in the same place as your child's daycare." However, there are more pros than cons to this. If there's ever an emergency with Chase, I am only a few floors away. Her teachers can easily reach me if they need to, rather than having to try to track me or another emergency contact down. I am comforted by that thought. Another great thing about it is, the infant teachers have an "open door policy", meaning at any given time of the day, I am allowed to just pop in to see Chase, or I can peek in at her through their window just to make sure all is well and they don't mind one bit. The women who work with the babies seem very sweet and nurturing, and I am already fond of the main teacher who already adores Chase. At the end of each day, I am given a report sheet detailing Chase's day...what she did, what she ate and how much of it she consumed, how many bottles she drank/how many ounces, it keeps track of her diaper changes, and let's me know how her mood was throughout the day. So far she has been nothing but "cheerful" and "content", which is a good sign.

I really do love this school, and I have never been so excited/happy about a job before in my life. I have worked in a few learning centers, but this one  BY FAR outranks them all. I love that there is actually a real elementary school within the building, and I can finally have my own classroom with actual curriculum. I have so many ideas and visions for this school year, I can't wait to apply them. And listen, I know you're all disappointed that I will no longer be reporting on my daily housewife antics, but don't worry. I have an idea for a new blog in mind, but I have to wait and see how things pan out before creating it. In the meantime, I will be keeping this blog to update about various aspects of my life, (for those who still follow/care), and I won't be changing the title, despite the fact that my personal title has changed. So, here's to the beginning of a brand new chapter in my life. *cheers*.

Oh, and P.s. I know I only have 5 "followers" on this site, but a lot of people on Facebook told me that they read and follow the lame shit I type. Thanks guys, I appreciate the support, but maybe you could make me look less like a loser in blogland? Maybe? No? Fine, fuck you then.

Wait, wait...I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You know I <3 you, right? C'mon, let's see a smile...huh? Who's my special blog reader? Who is? You are! That's right. Now go get me a sandwich.

Monday, July 25, 2011

"...what's my age again?"

I've been lacking in sleep lately due to the fact that I have the most random trains of thought these days. For the past few nights, I have been thinking about how much my generation differs from the previous one, and how people my age (including myself) just cling onto their youth/childhood as much as humanly possible.



I'm talking about how, for example, if you watch movies/t.v shows from the early 90s, you often see college students depicted as intellectual, mature, refined individuals. As a kid, I always had in my head that the college students on t.v., who were supposed to be 19-21 years old but dressed/acted like they were 40, were the real deal, and that someday when I was in college, that's how life would be. You know, wearing a sweet, oversize sweater with khaki pants, glasses on the tip of my nose, hair pulled back in a braid, sitting around sipping on Cappuccino while discussing the works of (insert great poet or novelist here, who only writes the most complex pieces that nobody truly understands, but pretend to so they can develop pretentious theories just to hear themselves speak).  In reality, college (for me) was all about making the good grades in order to graduate with a degree to get a decent enough job to make  living, and having as many parties as possible in between. The things I discussed with my college friends were movies, music, current t.v. shows and what time we were all meeting at the bar to dance and drink our faces off on "Thirsty Thursdays." I wore band t-shirts and screen tees and owned converse sneakers in every color of the rainbow, and I listened to nothing but Coheed and Cambria, NFG, Dashboard Confessional, Taking Back Sunday, and any other underground, or not-so-underground, but also not-so-well-known punk, emo, etc. bands. The difference between high school Laura and college Laura? Um...I stopped living at home at the age of 19 and that's about it. I didn't change, and I'm still not that different. I still wear those converse sneakers, I still wear those band/screen tees, I STILL shop in the Juniors section at Boscov's and other stores, and I still watch kiddie shows, movies, teen melodramas, and I am an extreme sucker for anything Disney related. I buy stuffed animals and dolls for MYSELF (but like, not in a creepy/sad way like on Hoarders), and I named my first born child after a character in the Coheed and Cambria storyline. If that's not clinging to my youth, I don't know what is. I'm 25 going on 17 half of the time, and as much as I am INLOVE with my daughter, I completely admit that on the nights when my mom offers to take Chase overnight so Mark and I can do whatever (movies, concerts, parties...) I feel so carefree and I try to act as childish as I can. I am a damn good mom, or at least I think/hope that I am, and I do everything for my daughter. I am responsible and mature when I NEED to be, and I can get my priorities straight when necessary, but for the most part, all I want to do is hang on to that kid in me for as long as I can. I know for a fact that  I'm so NOT alone in this. I have friends who won't get married or have a baby in their 20s...like, flat out REFUSE to settle down because they're just not finished being young at heart yet.  I have friends who are closer to 30 than I am, but who still live at home with their parents, and guess what? This day in age, that is 100% acceptable!! Years ago if a guy told a girl he was on a date with that he lived at home with his parents, she would have scoffed and said, "See ya later, loser." But today, if a guy says, "I still live at home," the girl's reply will most likely be, "Cool, so do I." What is it with my generation? Were we babied too much by our parents? Is that why we have a hard time accepting the fact the 90s are over? Why do a majority of us still blare Backstreet Boys and Spice Girls when their songs pop up on a mix? When will I ever be too old for t-shirts that say things like, "Warning, Pandas Are Bears"? Or how about a few weekends ago when Mark and I sent Chase to my mom's for the night so we, our friends, and my cousin could go to Dave&Busters to play games all night long...We spent the whole night racking up tickets so we could get prizes like we were 8! You know what I got as a prize? Papa fucking Smurf and some laffy taffys, and I considered it a victory. Mark will be 30 in April, and he still likes to be left alone with his videogames, just like when he was 13. A lot of guys are like that...it's just our generation. My mom tells me all these stories about her teen years and all the fun/goofy things she did with her friends, but she stopped doing those things when she was like, 23. I think she forgets what "fun" is sometimes. She's content with staying in and watching horror movies on demand...but I always need more than that. My parents don't really have friends any more, but Mark and I do and we're trying to keep them till the day we die. I'm always making plans with people, always ready to go out and have fun, and I think that's partially the reason why (and this is totes gonna make me sound like a bad mom/selfish to you) Mark and I keep thinking about keeping Chase as an only child. I can't make up my mind about this decision, but it's like, I have a very small amount of friends who have grown up entirely and want a ton of kids...these people just seemed so tied down to me. I'm not ready for that right now. I love being a mom,I really do, but being a mom to 1 gives me the best of both worlds. You see, I get to be the best mom I can be, and I still get to cling to my childhood a little. It's like I'm straddling a boarder between 2 states. One foot is on the Mom/wife/homeowner/responsibleworkingadult side, while the other is on the Friend/fun/silly/childish/let'shavean80sthemedparty side. A friend of mine actually texted me this morning letting me know when she is having her Halloween party this year. She and I are both REALLY in to Halloween, and we also share the same friends, so we check with one another each year to make sure we don't have our parties on the same night. I couldn't believe she texted me about it because just last night, during my random train of thought, I was thinking which weekend would be best to have the Halloween party. See, Mark and I are making a comeback this year because last Halloween I was 9 months pregnant, so having a party was completely out of the question (see, responsible...sometimes). Halloween is usually our biggest/best party, and that's something we don't want to ever give up. Maybe some day we will incorporate everyone's kids as well, but I only have 3 or 4 close friends who have/are having babies and are married, and my group of best friends are all single which is why we can ALWAYS make fun plans, while my other acquaintances are still going to bars every weekend, seeing our favorite bands in concert on week nights, and just all around living life to the fullest. So you can see why I'm kind of in and out of these 2 "states," and I don't mind hanging out in this limbo for a while.
Anyway, there's a lot to be said about this generation, and who knows the real reason why we are the way we are. It will be interesting to see how Chase's generation turns out with parents like all of us. I can pretty much guarantee that I'll be the 50-something year old mom with converse on her feet, Coheed in her ears, and highlights in her hair. Let's just hope I don't look 50 when I'm 50...

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

A Few Recipes

So, I don't really have anything exciting or interesting to write about today, so I figured I'd post some of my favorite recipes for those of you who enjoy cooking. These recipes are pretty easy. Some of them are my own creations, others are recipes that have been borrowed or altered from the internet. Enjoy!

Laura's Twisted 5 Cheese and Mac: (my recipe...obviously)

1 C milk (I prefer to use skim, to semi- help reduce the calories in this dish)
2 TBSP Butter (or margarine)
2 TBSP Garlic/Basil blend (McCormick sells this)
3 C shredded cheddar cheese (any brand will do, but I prefer Cracker Barrel)
2 C white cheddar shredded cheese
2 C of three a three cheese blend (shredded)
1 cup seasoned bread crumbs
1 Box of your favorite twisted pasta (I use Cavatappi pasta)

In a large pot,cook pasta according to package instructions. Drain, and set aside.
In a large pot, bring milk, butter, and garlic/basil to a slight boil. Keep heat at medium-high, and gradually stir in the different types of cheese. Whisk until cheese is completely melted and reaches a creamy texture. Turn heat back to low, and stir in pasta. Make sure pasta is entirely coated with cheese, then transport to a 9X13 baking pan. Sprinkle with breadcrumbs,bake at 350 for 35 mins., and enjoy!!


Herb and Citrus Roast Chicken
(my recipe)

1 roasting chicken (thawed)
2 oranges
1 lemon
1 container frozen orange juice (from concentrate)...thawed
1 TBSP Rosemary
2 cloves garlic (pressed)
1/2 tbsp pepper
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 C Chicken Stock
1 TBSP Parsley
1/2 tsp paprika

Preheat oven to 425. Cut oranges and lemons into 4ths.
Set chicken aside in a baking pan (I use my 13X9 for this). Rub down with salt and pepper, and paprika. In a blender, blend together orange juice, parsley, and garlic. Squeeze in juice from half of an orange, and half of a lemon. Brush mixture onto chicken, and sprinkle with rosemary. Add chicken stock to the pan. Stuff chicken with lemon and orange slices. Let chicken cook in oven for 2-3 hours until golden-brown, basting every 40 mins. or so to keep moist. Add more stock to the pan if necessary.

Garlic and Balsamic Green Beans (my recipe)
1 package Quick & Easy fresh green beans  (or just regular fresh cut green beans from your super market...I prefer the Quick&Easy version because it's...well...hence the name, ya know?)
1 clove of garlic (pressed)
2 TBSP Butter or Margarine
1-2 TBSP Balsamic Vinaigrette dressing

Cook green beans according to package instructions (or steam till desired tenderness, if not using the packaged green beans)
In a medium sized skillet, melt butter over medium-low heat, and add garlic. Let garlic saute for 2-3 minutes in melted butter.  Add green beans and toss with the garlic and butter until beans are coated. Remove from heat, and transfer to a serving dish. Drizzle balsamic dressing over beans, serve, and enjoy!

"Grandma Gracie's Lemon Cake"
(Gooseberry Patch, Homestyle Cooking cookbook)
1 pkg. yellow cake mix
1 pkg. instant lemon pudding mix
3/4 c oil
3/4 c water
4 eggs, beaten
 Combine all ingredients, mix well. Pour into greased 13X9 baking pan. Bake at 350 for 35-40 mins. Immediately poke holes through cake w/a fork, pour glaze over cake, and garnish w/powdered sugar. (10-12 servings)
Glaze:
2 c powdered sugar
2 T butter
2 T water
1/3 c lemon juice
Mix all ingredients together in a small bowl



Chocolate Banana Cupcakes (altered from the lemon cake recipe)
1 pkg. chocolate cake mix
1 pkg. banana instant pudding mix
3/4 c oil
3/4 c water
4 eggs, beaten.

Combine all ingredients, mix well. Pour into lined cupcake pan, bake until toothpick comes out clean (or 35 mins.-40 mins)

Glaze:
2 c powdered sugar
2 T melted butter
2 T water
1 T Vanilla
Blend all ingredients, brush over cupcakes, then garnish with powdered sugar.

Soo...that's all I'm going to post for now. I have a lot more up my sleeve, perhaps I will share more at a later date. Happy cooking.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

"it's been a while since I..." something something something

Title=that Staind song. Remember that one? It popped into my head because I was thinking it's been a while since I last blogged, but I can never remember the whiny lyrics of Aaron Lewis. "It's been a while since I could look at myself straight, and it's been a while since I"...did stuff and some other words.
Well, we took our first family vacation. We went from June 17th-23rd to Rehoboth Beach. Packing for an infant sucks! We had to bring her stroller, pack n'play, enough clothes for 6 days (which is a lot, because babies may need a wardrobe change at any given moment from spit up, leaking diapers, and just general messiness). We also had to bring along plenty of jarred food and formula. I drive a little toyota corolla, so packing all of the baby's stuff, plus our suitcases was a bitch. Coming home was even worse because we bought a bunch of stuff at the outlets, and we gave my cousin a ride back with us.(His family has a condo in Rehoboth, so they were there visiting as well). We somehow managed to squeeze everything into the trunk and tucked some things behind the passenger seat so that my cousin could sit semi-comfortably in the backseat.
But anyway, the vacation was much needed and it was a lot of fun. We went swimming, relaxed on the beach, spent a day at the waterpark, did some shopping, ate at some awesome restaurants, went on rides, played games (and won a ton of unnecessary prizes, including a giant stuffed gorilla!), walked the boards, and spent quality time with family. It was awesome, and despite the insane amount of stuff you need to bring for an infant, the trip was well worth it and I can't wait till our next trip. I'm actually saving up for Disney World. My uncle owns a house 4 miles from the parks, and he says family can stay there any time, but I want the FULL Disney World experience. I want to stay in a fancy hotel within the park, so we don't have to drive any where. I am on this insane Disney kick lately, where I can't seem to stay out of the Disney store and keep buying all these collectible things that i have no real use for, and really have nowhere to put them! I get into these weird Disney phases every few years, and I suppose now that i have a child, the whole "kid at heart" notion is coming back into full swing. I just want to give her everything, and since I have never been to Disney world, I thought it would be nice to experience it together, even though she probably won't recall this since we'll most likely be going before she even turns 2. That's my goal, anyway. I want to go during the winter months. I never understand why people visit Florida in the Summer months. It's way too damn hot down there. I've been to Florida in May, and it was scorching then. I can't imagine what it's like in June-August. I want to go when the weather is warm enough to go swimming, but not so hot that waiting in line for rides makes me feel like I'm going to burst into flames.
In other news, one of my good friends is moving to California next week, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm happy for him because he's doing what none of my other friends (nor I) have the courage to do, and that's following his REAL dream. If he doesn't make it out there, at least he can say he tried and went for it, which is something I can never say. My realistic dream was to become a teacher (which, in this state, I wish I would have picked a different dream because teachers are being laid off left and right, and it's next to impossible to get a job in a decent district). My REAL dream was to be a famous author of fiction novels. I have had so many concepts for stories in my head, and I have been told by many teachers and peers throughout my life that I have what it takes to sell a book, but I never tried. I have sat at the computer for hours typing up these great stories, but as soon as I hit a block, I never go back. I don't try hard enough because I don't have the patience, and these days, hardly the time. I guess that's why I blog, just so I can get some thoughts out...even if they're about my simple life and really not creative. Maybe some day I'll get back into it and get my name out there. I'm also just really afraid of rejection. I mean, nobody likes to be rejected, but I have this unresolved anxiety about making people happy. I aim to please because I constantly feel the need to be accepted by my friends and family. I also contradict myself because while I aim to please, I don't care what "outsiders" think of me. If you're not my friend or a member in my family, and you have something negative to say about me, I could care less. But if you actually do know me, and you say something negative to me/about me, I take it very personally and get over-emotional. And I know why I am like this, but I'm not going to delve into that on here. I know myself all too well, and I know where my issues come from, so I will never need to see a therapist. :p
Wow, I went off on this crazy tangent yet again...sorry. What I was saying before that rant was I'm not sure how I feel about my friend leaving. As I said, I'm happy for him and I'm glad he's doing this for himself, but I'm hoping my small circle of friends doesn't fall apart. I know we all have to grow up and move on at some point, but does it have to be right now? I got married and had a baby, but I ALWAYS have time for my friends and I am fortunate enough to still have a very active social life. I guess I always looked at myself as being the only true "grown up" in my group, and relied on my boys to just stay as they are forever. Incredibly selfish and kinda bitchy, believe me, I know. I just love how we are with each other. We have had some great times together, and I'm just worried that because this one friend is moving on, the rest will too and then we'll all lose touch, never hang out again, then I'll become one of those parents who has no friends. Mark and I always talk about that...how we don't want to get older without friends around. Sometimes you just need that little break from life...no spouse, no kids, no family issues to just be with your friends. Even if it's just out for a quick lunch or something. I look at my mom and see how she's just content with being inside watching movies on Demand...that may work for her, but I need more than that in my life. I can remember my mom at my age having game nights with her friends and going out at night on weekends...but now she doesn't do that. I know that nothing lasts forever, but with this particular group of friends, my one wish is that we always make time for game night or dinner somewhere. I love them with all my heart, and every time I try to remember how my time was spent before I met them, I can't picture it. I know parties and outings happened with different people once, and I guess those were good times, too, but they pale in comparison to what my life is with this group. I'd like to believe that deep down, they feel this way too, but who knows. We're all kind of drifting, so maybe they don't. I only really hang out with one of them any more, so at least i still have him! One works so much, he doesn't have much time for sleep let alone his friends, but he sees us when he can. The other...well, he and I drifted a long time ago but I still hold him close to my heart and consider him as one of my best friends. I guess we'll see where life takes us over the next couple of months when our California-bound friend has been gone for a while. Friendsgiving sure as hell won't be the same...if we even still do it this year :(

Alright, this is getting me all depressed now, and I have to get Chase ready to go to her Mimi's house so that Mark and I can catch a movie and lunch with my cousin and friend.
So here's to you, MK. You know I love you and I'm sorry for the mistakes I have made and the times I have taken our friendship for granted. I wish you nothing but the best. I look forward to our last party on the 4th. With love always,
Me.

Friday, June 10, 2011

My top 5 favorite T.V Moms

So I've been wanting to write this entry for some time, but I had a hard time figuring out who is worthy of this list. There are far too many t.v shows to weed through to pick out the "best" moms. I mostly compiled this list from memory, and it contains, I guess what would be considered "modern" moms, as the shows I have chosen are from the 80s or later. Now remember, this is my opinion, and I welcome you all to comment with your list of Top 5 T.V Moms if you so desire.


At number 5 we have Jill Taylor of Home Improvement. I chose Jill because I always enjoyed watching her relationship with Tim and her boys. I always felt that their relationship was well written in the sense that it came off quite real. The chemistry between the actors was great. Tim and Jill were far from being the "perfect" couple. They had many arguments, but always managed to make up in the end. Their fights as a married couple were fairly easy to relate to, and nothing was too extreme.  As a married woman myself, I can watch reruns of this show and appreciate the playful name calling or teasing that took place between Jill and Tim, because that's pretty much how Mark and I are. We're always making fun of each other or calling each other names, but it's all in good fun. We would never intentionally put one another down, and our fights usually end in a laugh. I also like Jill because of her parenting skills. Her relationship with her 3 boys was written in a way that was believable to the audience. Her boys respect her, but they of course find her to be "uncool" at times. However, they listen to her when she tells them to do something, and when they screw up, they're grounded or given chores to do, which are realistic childhood punishments that kids and parents can relate to. I have seen numerous t.v shows where the parent would say something like, "You snuck out of the house, you're grounded for 1 month, and no t.v./phone." Just for sneaking out of the house? Come on. If Chase ever sneaks out of the house, yeah, she'll be disciplined, but I used to sneak out of the house ALL the time! I can't be too much of a hypocrite. So long as she's not doing anything horrible when she sneaks out, I think a firm talking to, and a warning would suffice. All I did when I snuck out was go off with my best friend and her friends to a local diner that's open 24/7. Or one time I snuck out and saw a late movie. OOOH Such a bad kid! So anyway, I like Jill because she's a working mom, a loving wife who puts up with her husband's crap and disastrous "home improvements", and she's a mother of 3 boys, which I imagine is not an easy job. I felt she deserved a spot on this list. So here's to you, Jill Taylor.

Coming in at number 4, we have the coffee guzzling, Metallica loving, quick-witted "cool" mom, Lorelai Gilmore. It's really no surprise that she made it to my list, since I have been a fan of the show Gilmore Girls (minus season 7, which was the last season, and it sucked). Anyway, Lorelai deserves a place on this list, and here's why: Even if you're not a fan of the show itself, it does have a good concept and aside from the quirky pop-culture references strewn across the script, there's an underlying message about teen moms. Lorelai gave birth to her daughter Rory when she was only 16 years old. She stayed with her wealthy parents for the first year or so of Rory's life, then decided to bail. She already wasn't living up to her parents' expectations (She didn't want to settle and marry Rory's father at such a young age, and she didn't want him to put his dreams on hold to take the easy way out by going to work for her father's company.) She also had dreams of her own, and thus decided to run away with Rory to a small town in her state. Since she was young, a high school drop out, and had a baby to take care of, she took a job working as a maid at a local Inn. She took up residence in an unused shed behind the inn and fixed it up to make it livable. Eventually, she made enough money to buy an actual 2 bedroom home in a nice neighborhood, and she worked her way up as the manager of the Inn. Eventually, she came to open her very own inn. I have a lot of respect for this character, because she's developed in a way that makes her realistic to viewers who, undoubtedly, can relate. She is a single mother who worked her ass off to provide for her daughter. She does not bring a ton of men in and out of her/her daughter's life. She's very responsible, nurturing, and always puts her daughter first. Everything she does in life is for her child. The relationship she has with Rory is almost perfect, but not so perfect to make it unrealistic. They have a handful of serious fights, but eventually move past them. As the seasons went on, I got kind of annoyed with the show, but looking back now, I can appreciate what they were trying to do. In the episode where Rory convinces her super-rich boyfriend to steal a yacht with her (she was trying to prove she's not always this uptight, school nerd or some shit like that, I forget), she ends up getting arrested. Lorelai finds it kind of amusing, and doesn't get overly upset, since Rory was 20 years old at this point, and she had NEVER been in trouble like this before. She makes some cracks about Rory's mug shot. Later on, Rory sits Lorelai down and tells her she is going to be taking time off from Yale (where she's a 3rd year student). The whole incident with the yacht and pressure that Rory has been feeling, leads her to this ridiculous decision. Lorelai is shocked by this, and basically disowns Rory until she gets her shit together. I like the way this part of the show is written because it shows that Rory is pretty much crapping all over everything she and her mom worked so hard for (it wasn't an easy task sending Rory to Yale, there were financial struggles, blah blah blah). Lorelai does what I think most moms would do, and flips out about this situation. Her one perfect relationship with Rory takes a long time to heal (a whole season, as a matter of fact). I like that they made it take a while for the two women to move past this huge fight because to me, I think that's how it would really be. I'd like to believe that my mom and I have a very Lorelai/Roryesque relationship, so I took this show to heart, and I still catch myself watching it in reruns from time to time.
At number 3 we have Mrs. Claire Huxtable. She's a career mom who is well respected by her family. She's the mother of 5 children and the wife of a successful OB/GYN.  She and her husband are hardworking, loving people. While they make a great living between the two of them, their kids are not spoiled, rich brats. Claire and Cliff make sure to teach their children about respect and the value of a dollar. Education in the Huxtable household is the most important thing in life next to family. I like Mrs. Huxtable because while she is sweet, knows how to have fun, and can show her "cool mom" side, she's also tough, and doesn't take BS from anyone. I specifically recall the episode of the Cosby Show where Vanessa is caught in a lie about something or other, and Claire really blows up at her. She's so furious and disappointed by Vanessa's actions, that she tells her she doesn't even want to hear it and screams at her to go upstairs to her room. This episode stands out because most of the episodes of the Cosby Show don't portray such drama. For the most part it's all, "We love our lives and our family, everything is sunshine and rainbows." Come to think of it...what even happens on The Cosby Show? I can't pick out any thing that makes me say, "Wow, what a powerful episode." But anyway, Claire is ordinarily this loving mom, but seeing her really lay into Vanessa shows that even the "best" moms know when to lay down the law. (ha...get it? 'Cause she's a lawyer.)

Ok movin' on. Coming in at number 2, we have the radiant Mrs. Kitty Foreman from That 70s Show. Kitty is just all around awesome. She's the peacemaker in her family, always explaining Red to Eric and Eric to Red, trying to save the father-son relationship. She loves to cook to please her family, and she also loves to entertain. I always viewed Kitty as the "Fun, outgoing" mom. She's the kind of mom I'd like to be, in a sense. She treats all of Eric's friends as her own children. She's always feeding them, giving them advice, helping them out when they need a mother-figure. She's a great mom and wife.  I love how when things get too stressful, Kitty just laughs her famous laugh and knocks back a nice-sized martini. If I had a drink in my hand right now, I'd toast to you, Kitty Foreman. You are definitely perfect for the number 2 spot on my list.

Last but certainly not least, coming in at number 1 I have chosen the one, the ONLY Mrs. Roseanne Conner.
Now, I know exactly what a lot of you are thinking. "Ew, Roseanne?" "Why?" "Ugh, her voice is so irritating." Yeah, yeah. But have you ever actually watched the show? If you have, and if you have any brains in your head at all, you would be able to appreciate the writing on this show. In my honest opinion, this is the one sitcom to ever portray REAL family issues in the most realistic way possible. For it's time, this was a very highly rated show. People all over were able to relate to the Conner family, and the jokes on this show were just amazing. Roseanne is a working mom, who goes from job to job trying desperately to help her husband make ends meet. They have 3 (later on in the series, 4) children. The sibling rivalry on this show is brilliant, and the way Roseanne and Dan parent these kids is right on with reality. The show is very smart, very funny, and Roseanne is definitely a top notch t.v. mom. She's quick on her feet, she's witty, she works hard, her family is always her number 1 priority, she has a good relationship with her kids, but never oversteps the friend boundary. She's a mother first, and she doesn't hesitate to shell out consequences for misbehavior. Something I do enjoy about the show is how it starts off being completely realistic in the first few seasons, but then as the years go on, the storyline becomes more obscure. WARNING: I am about to give a shit ton of spoilers, but I think that's ok, because if you've never followed Roseanne, chances are, you're not about to load it up on Netflix and get in to it now in 2011. (But you should). Anyway, so things take a turn for the better in the Conner family. They hit the lottery and win all kinds of money, redecorate their house, take a big vacation to Disney World, and things just get a little far-fetched. It's not until the series finale you find out that Roseanne, who has always been a writer at heart (before marrying Dan and starting a family, she had dreams of being a famous writer for a magazine, and she had dreams of selling books, too. Several episodes throughout the series bring up this fact) was simply writing a story of her life and how she wished it could have been. The Conners never hit the lottery, Darlene was the one who was married to Mark, and Becky with David instead of it being the other way around. In the episode where Darlene and David get married, Dan suffers a heart attack. He ends up being ok, and going on to live out his life. However, in the series finale, it is revealed through Roseanne's writing that Dan actually died that day. The finale is actually quite heartbreaking, but brings back the realism that the show always possessed. Here, the whole show was supposedly just one big story written by Roseanne Conner. She wrote things as she saw them, not how they truly were. She sort of lived in her head, which I think is genius. One could argue that this is too much like all of those shows/movies where something terrible happens, then the character wakes up and we find it was all just a dream. Maybe it is sort of like that, but it was done tastefully and it wasn't entirely a big, "fuck you" to the fans because this ending really worked for the show. I am currently rewatching the whole series on Netflix, and if you really pay attention, they almost build you up for such an ending. They keep bringing up the fact that Roseanne is a talented writer, and they make comments about how she should really get back in to it, and in one episode, she does. Why else would they continuously mention this gift of hers, if it had nothing else to do with the show other than just being her hobby? Exactly. So hats off to you, Roseanne Conner. The funniest, craziest, most diligent, and most importantly, most realistic mother to ever be on t.v.

Monday, June 6, 2011

NKOTBSB OMG!!! LOLZ

us with Sean Cunningham.
This was seriously one of the best weekends I've had in a long time. On Friday, Mark, Chase, and I went out shopping, then spent the rest of the day at Longwood Gardens. (www.longwoodgardens.org) check it out if you're unfamiliar. We walked around, took in the sites, then grabbed some food at the cafe. It was a really nice family outing, and the weather was perfect.
Saturday was an even better day. My cousin Jeff, aka (TP, short for Total Package) came over at 10am, and the 4 of us hit the road and spent the entire day in Baltimore. We got there a little before noon and went to the Mariott for Monster Mania. (www.monstermania.net). Monster Mania is a horror movie convention where you can meet the stars of horror flicks, watch movies, and buy lots of cool merchandise. We met Kane Hodder and Sean Cunningham (Kane Hodder was Jason Vorhees in Friday the 13th VII, VIII, IX, and X) and Sean Cunningham created the series. Chase loved Sean Cunningham. She kept grabbing his beard and trying to go to him. He was very nice and he kept talking to Chase and telling her how pretty she is. It was pretty awesome.
After talking with Sean, we were going to go wander around the vendors room to buy some cool stuff, when this actress called us over. She was like, "I have to say hi to this beautiful baby! Bring her over!" The actress was in Friday the 13th VIII (which isn't the best movie, but that's ok, she was really sweet). She asked if she could take a picture with Chase! Chase's t-shirt said "Camp Crystal Lake, Final Girl in Training" and all the Friday the 13th stars loved it. The actress from VIII said Chase has everything it takes to be the "final girl." It was a adorable. Here's the pic:
After that we bought some cool plushies. We got Chase a rainbow Cthulhu and we got a stuffed Jason Vorhees and Trick or Treater from the movie Trick 'R Treat. When we finished up at the convention, we headed over to the Baltimore Inner Harbor where we watched some awesome breakdancing street performers. They were very talented, and with the added comedy from the host, the show was more entertaining than we could have expected. We wandered around for a while, then had dinner at the Hardrock Cafe. We finished up the day with a little browsing in some stores, and had dessert at the Marble Slab (which is a really good ice cream place). Chase was SO good all day. She didn't fuss or cry once, and we were gone all day. We got home around 9pm. She slept great when we got home, too. I always laugh when people insist that "we don't know what kind of baby Chase will be in another few months." They've been saying this since she was born. She's been a great sleeper and an all around happy baby literally since day 1. She's now 7 months old, is TEETHING, and she doesn't fuss about it. She just chews the crap out of everything. 2 teeth are currently breaking through, and normally at this phase, (most) babies are cranky and don't sleep well. Chase is the complete opposite. If I can spend 2 days entirely out of the house with a teething baby, I think that proves that she's never going to change her ways. She's actually napping right now after sleeping from 9pm-6:30am without waking up once.
So Friday and Saturday were really fun, but Sunday...that was just, dare I say, "epic?" (I hate the word "epic" and I hate when people throw it around as an adjective for EVERYTHING. "That show was epic." "That movie was so epic." "I fell yesterday. Epic fail.") Really? Shut the fuck up. Anyway, Sunday night was frickin' awesome. My friend Ed, my aunt, cousin, and I went to the New Kids on the Block/Backstreet Boys concert. Ed and I had a great view, but were a little high up. Not nose-bleed, but enough to make us feel a little uneasy because we don't like heights. After getting settled in our seats, we were fine, it was just that initial climb that has us on edge. As the ticket promised, the show began at 7:30pm. I wasn't sure if there was going to be an opening act, or if New Kids were the headliner and BSB were the opener...we had no idea what to expect. So out comes this DJ and he's all "What's up Philly?! How you guys doin' ta-night?" and all that nonsense, then he told us to "make some noise for Ashlyne!" and Ed and I were like, "Um...who?" So out comes this total butterface (you know, everything looks good but her face) and she's wearing this sequin bathingsuit-like ensemble and she sings like Minnie Mouse on crack. It was God-awful. The choreographer was good, but overall, that performance was wiggity whack, and the DJ was completely unnecessary. Ashlyne is this upcoming "artist" with an album coming out this month, but I don't think she'll be around long. I thought Kesha was a trainwreck, this Ashlyne...ugh. All of her songs sounded exactly the same. Thank God she only performed for 15 minutes before the REAL opening act came on. I was pleasantly surprised that Jordan Sparx was the opener. I actually really enjoy her music, and when she was on American Idol, I rooted for her the whole time. She sang beautifully and looked fantastic last night. She put on a good opening act. About 20 minutes or so after Jordan left the stage, NKOTBSB made their grand entrance. All 9 guys were on the stage at the same time, it was every former teeny bopper's wet dream. After their opening song, they basically took turns being on stage to perform, which was awesome because we got to experience both boy bands simultaneously. But you know, as much as I loved every minute of their performances, and don't get me wrong, I was singing along at the top of my lungs, I couldn't help but think how sad this was at the same time. Think about it, the guys of New Kids were teens in the 80s. Donnie was what, 15 when he was discovered and recruited for the group in 1984. He still looks good, but come on, do you really want to be in a boy band when you're in your 40s?! Danny Wood was looking old as shit, too. BSB are also getting up there in age, before you know it, we'll have former teeny boppers throwing their denchers on stage instead of panties. Instead of doing fancy dance moves, the boy bands will be hobbling around with walkers and doing some sweet spins in their hover-rounds. How old do you have to be before they stop calling you a "boy band?" Kudos for still making music, and I probably will hit up the next tour for nostalgic purposes, but when you're in your 40s and still considered a boy band and DRESSING like you're a boy band still in your teens, it is pretty sad. But MOST of the guys still looked and sounded great, and it was a good time...so...I'll leave it at that. I have realized that I am still a teeny bopper at heart, and I will probably always be this way. I still hold Hanson, New Kids, BSB, Spice Girls, etc. close to me, as their music played a hefty role in my childhood/early teens. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go on a hunt for my BSB cds. I know they're in this house somewhere...

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Responsibilty, what's that?

I have come to the obvious conclusion that people are like a pair of dice. We all have different sides, and depending on how we are "rolled" in a situation, that's the number (or side) we show. Some of us have sides that we keep hidden from our family and friends. Some of us let all these sides show, although it could take years for certain ones to be seen. As I grow older, I'm realizing more and more how many of my "friends" have these different sides, that I was too naive to see before. Some friends have changed for the better, some I contemplate deleting from my Facebook, thus inevitably deleting them from my life (because let's face it, if it weren't for the social networks, more than half of us wouldn't have kept in touch...no matter how close we were in the past). It's not that simple to just cut someone completely out. Maybe to some people it is, but not to me. I hold on to things/people longer than I probably should. I know that whole cliche saying about how people are meant to come in to your life to love you, hurt you, blah blah blah. My problem is, I dwell on things too much and for too long. This would be one of my sides. The side that loves, attaches, gives too much, then gets left standing in a lonely cloud of dust wondering what I did wrong to make people leave or mistreat, and take my friendship for granted. This side has been here for years. Lately I have been discovering a new side, however. A side that says, "Fuck these people." And you know what? I like this side. I'm not going to go out of my way for people any more when they don't acknowledge or appreciate it.
Along with this new side of mine, I have realized a few others. There's my immature side...the 13 year old version of myself that still blares Hanson and Backstreet Boys music, sings all the lyrics at the top of my lungs, likes to throw silly themed parties and hand out childish favors. The one that watches hours and hours of Dawson's Creek or Full House episodes, and orders toys I owned in the 90s off of Ebay. (Total waste of money, but worth it for sheer nostalgic purposes...and I only ordered a few dolls...) whatever, shut up, Chase can play with them when she's older. GOD! Must you question everything I do?
Anyway, let's sum up this portion of the entry but briefly mentioning the rest of my new found sides, shall we? I have the wife side. She's mature, she takes care of things, tracks down missing keys and shoes. She makes the bed, cleans the house, does the laundry. She makes plans on behalf of her husband with family and friends. She cooks, and she's damn good at it. Sometimes, admittedly, she feels trapped, but she loves her life and wouldn't trade it. She's a mother, too. And the mommy side is in a whole different world entirely. It's tiring, it's emotional, it's amazing, it's fun, it's frustrating, it's rewarding, it's knowing that you did something completely right and feeling your heart just melt and your body turn into a puddle of mush the moment that baby smiles at you for the first time, and that every time the baby smiles and laughs and learns something new, you feel that mush moment all over again just like the first time. It's the best side a woman could have and it's my favorite.
Alright, I think this part of the blog has become gooey enough, so let's abruptly change the topic.
Plus, I think I overused the word "side", so stop with thiiis.
The housewife part of my die has a lot of work to do today. With the holiday weekend, I let chores fall by the wayside, and my laundry has been piling up for weeks. I have been up since 7:30am and have only done one load of laundry so far because 13 year old me said, "I don't wanna do my chores, I wanna watch season 4 of Dawson's Creek!" But I suppose I should get to work, I mean the baby is napping, so this would be the opportune moment. That, and I just finished the last episode on disc 2 of Dawson. I suppose the mature thing to do would be not to pop in disc 3 right now. We'll just have to  see which side is rolled...

Till next time.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Blarg

This week has been nothing but stress, and anger, and it just...it makes me...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've been ignoring my phone, and trying not to comment on status updates on Facebook because I fear I may say something that I don't mean just out of sheer annoyance at the world. It's just one of those weeks where stupid, little things keep going wrong, but they're just adding up to really piss me off. The pathetic thing is, I can't even pinpoint any one specific thing. It's just...one of "those" weeks. I was especially pissed off today. I was up 4 oz. when I got on the scale at my weigh in, and while that's really nothing, it still made me mad because I'm supposed to be in control of this thing. But this week, frankly my dear, I just didn't give a damn. Or a fuck. Or a shit. (I love adding unnecessary swear words in to sentences). I haven't gotten much sleep, and not because of Chase, I just because I couldn't sleep. Mark and I have this deal that when he comes home from work in the morning, he's supposed to take the baby for an hour or 2 so I can catch up on sleep. However, in the past week and a half, he hasn't even offered to take her. He was off yesterday, and he slept for like, 13 hours. He came home this morning and crashed on the couch, and didn't take Chase till I came downstairs ranting and raving about how I was lacking sleep and the least he could do was take his daughter so I could sleep for a little bit longer. I also  had my weigh in and whatnot today, so I was out for like, an hour. I was expecting my new phone to come via FedEx, so I asked Mark if he could sign for it if it came while I was out. He parked himself on the couch with the dogs, so that he would be sure to wake up and answer the door if he fell asleep. Sure enough, I came home, and there was a FedEx notice on the door indicating that nobody was there to sign for the package, so it will be here tomorrow instead by 3pm. I was livid. Normally, shit like this doesn't get to me. I've missed packages plenty of times, and they always came first thing the next day, but this incident was basically the last straw. I was really looking forward to getting that phone today and I considered it to be a big highlight for my week. But when I came home and realized I couldn't even count on Mark to answer the frickin' door, I just lost it. I know, it's dumb, but we all have our breaking points, and this was mine. Mark apologized and we made up, and all is well, but I can't help the small amount of agitation I still feel. Also, I say "but" a lot. Forgive me, I type as if I were speaking, so this is just how my thoughts come out. No editing, a slew of grammatical and spelling errors...all for your enjoyment. I just can't wait to go back to work so that I don't have to deal with this crap any more. I'm just tired of the same mundane routine. I have gained even more respect for permanent housewives (REAL ones) who do this day in and day out until their kids are grown. I've been doing this for approximately 1 year and 4 months, and I am so over it. I don't care what anyone says, being a housewife is more difficult than your typical 9-5 job. True story.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

A little update, and some info about my new job :)

I graduated college in 2008 with a degree in Early Childhood/Elementary Education. I minored in Special Education, and I received state certification for Early childhood and special ed. It has been next to impossible trying to find the "perfect" teaching job. My county is extremely competitive, and now a lot of districts are laying off hundreds to thousands of teachers! I have taught preschool (which I loved) and I substitute taught, but I have been longing for my own classroom that operates in a traditional fashion. Well, I have been job hunting like a boss. Pretty much have been job hunting since I quit my last job, but not so actively. after a long search, I finally found a great job. A learning center in my county is expanding and opening up an elementary school for k-3 students. Their goal is to add 4th and 5th grade by 2012, and eventually add on 6-8th grade. The center is like a dream! I have worked in learning centers before, but this one tops them all. It has a nurse's office with a certified nurse on staff at all times (which I have NEVER seen in any other center around here), a library, several activity rooms (i.e. computer room), child care for infancy up to Pre-K, a wonderful playground that has a beautiful view of a fricken WATERFALL, and this list goes on and on. From the outside front view, the building doesn't look as big as it really is. Inside is like a maze. There's elevators, several staircases, a ton of rooms. There's a full kitchen with staff, and there's several break rooms for the employees. I've never had that luxury before (well, aside from the actual school where I substitute taught). I will be teaching kindergarten for this beautiful private school, but the best part? I get to bring Chase to work with me! While I am teaching in the school section on the 5th floor, Chase will be enrolled at a 1/2 price discount in the infant room on the 2nd floor. They pay well, they offer a full benefits package, and the owner is one of the most kind people I have ever met. He interviewed me personally...at my last center, I was lucky if I could even recall the owner's name. He said I was a "gem" and anyone would be a fool not to hire me. It was such a great experience, I forgot I was even being interviewed. The staff are all so friendly. Everyone greeted me kindly. I even was told to bring Chase with me to the interview! She got to spend some time in the infant room with 2 very nice employees and some fellow babies. They said she didn't cry or fuss at all, which was a big deal because lately if I hand her off to anyone, she freaks out and exhibits early signs of separation anxiety. I am really looking forward to starting this job. I am happy to be able to take Chase with me, so she can begin learning in a loving environment and socialize with other babies her age. I want her to get used to other people.
I would absolutely recommend this school to anyone looking for a place to send their children. I was able to visit some of the other rooms, too. I saw the toddler room (2 year olds), and they were all quiet, sitting in their seats and having a snack. The 3 year old room was a little chaotic, but there was no yelling from the teachers. One of the teachers said the kids were getting ready for recess, which is why they were all so hyper and running around (which I have experienced more times than I can count, so I didn't even think anything of this).
Now I know what you're all thinking, "But Laura, what about this awesome blog about being a housewife?" Aww, don't cry, guys. I don't start my job until August. Perhaps I will start a new blog and call it....Working Moms 101? The possibilities are endless...

Monday, May 2, 2011

This entry...sucks.

I think Chase is in denial about her age. She will be 6 months old on the 5th, but last night she slept as though she were still a newborn. She was awake every 2 hours...not even to eat, she was just tossing and turning and she just seemed frustrated. I was getting frustrated as well, and a frustrated mom+a frustrated baby is not a good mix. About the 5th time she woke up, she stayed awake for nearly 2 hours. Sigh. And of course Mark was no help because when he got home from work, he immediately crashed on the couch. I can't blame him, though. 3rd shift really sucks balls, and he didn't sleep that great over the weekend.

But anyway, so that was good times. Now this morning has been the morning from hell. I went to get my breakfast entree out of the microwave, and I completely ignored the warning that said: "Caution, peel back plastic cover with care." Burned the eff out of my left index finger. Then, as I was bringing said boiling entree of doom into the living room to eat, my dumbass self wasn't paying attention and I stubbed my toe on Chase's bouncy seat. So now my finger and my toe are both throbbing, and I'm trying to feed Chase her oatmeal, but she's too interested in pulling her bib off and playing with it. I have a bunch of errands to run today, and my mom just called asking if I wanted to combine our errand-running for the afternoon. Also, I'm beginning a Spring cleaning project on my house. I am planning on cleaning every crevice within this hell-hole, and getting rid of any and all clutter I come across. I am tired of all this stuff. I don't understand how Mark and I managed to accumulate so much unnecessary shit over the years. There are bags and bags of clothes in the basement that need to be donated...and have been sitting there for, no joke, 4 years. We just never got around to taking them to Goodwill, so instead I am scheduling for Purple Heart to come and take all this stuff away. Our basement looks like a scene from Hoarders. My summer projects are going to be setting up the guest room as well as my sewing room. I also want to start designing Chase's playroom, although actual construction on that won't take place until she's a toddler.
So my list today is a lengthy one, and I'm skipping the gym because I need to get this stuff taken care of, otherwise I'm gonna go insane.

Anyway, this entry blows, so Imma end it now. I'll come back when I have more witty and interesting things to say.

Oh yeah, and Osama's dead. That's pretty sweet, amirite? Virtual high five. Nice.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

SoOoOo....

Hi there. Guess you've been wondering what I've been up to in the last...(cliche-ly checks invisible watch for time) 12 days or so? You haven't? Oh. My mistake...then why are you reading this? Stewpid.
Anyway, I've been pretty busy. Aside from the usual duties I am responsible for around here, I've been job hunting, crafting, and trying to better myself. (I.e. going to the gym as often as I can and working out at home when I can't). I was also fortunate enough to see my all time favorite band in concert last night. Mark and I went, and it was beyond amazing. Seriously, Coheed and Cambria never cease to amaze me. It's like Christmas morning every time I see them live (which, after 10 times, I completely lost track).
Chase has been doing very well. She's growing so much, I can hardly believe it. She's trying so hard to crawl. She almost has the correct position, but when she tries to bend her knees and prop up, she slides down then rolls over as if she's saying, "Eh, fuck it." She gets frustrated easily (hmm...wonder where she gets that?) and she grunts and growls. It's extremely amusing. She's also in this phase now where whenever anyone other than me or Mark tries to hold her, she cries and trills (the trills are part of her cry, it's hilarious) and she looks around for one of us to "save" her. I hope she grows out of that, because I don't want her to be shy. She's around my family and friends all the time, but she's with me more than anyone else, so she's developing a bit of separating anxiety. I'm hoping to break her out of this phase, though. Hence why a job would come in handy (other than for the obvious reasons like, uh, money).
What else can I tell you? Oh, I know! Well, as you know part of being a stay at home mom is running errands. I do the food shopping and whatnot, but the other day I decided it was time to go out for myself and not just for the errands. I haven't bought anything for myself in a long time, so I figured it was a good time to use the gift card a friend gave to me for Kohl's. I took my 11 year old sister and Chase with me to shop. So I'm in the pajama/under garment section, looking at some PJs for myself, when out of nowhere this elderly woman comes up to me. My guess, she had to be around 70 years of age. She had short, light hair, fucked up teeth, and she was wrinkled as all get out. She was also wall-eyed, kinda like a Boston terrier. She comes up to me and says, "Do you think you could help me with something?" I was like, "Uh...sure...what do you need?" She says, "Well, I'm a 36C" Blankly staring into her crazy face, I said, "O...k...." thinking she was going to ask me to read the tag on a bra to confirm it was a 36C or something, BUT NO. She said, "Does this look ok?!!" and pulls off her shirt, in the middle of the store...with my sister standing right there...to show me the nude colored bra she was trying on, NOT in a dressing room, mind you. My sister's jaw dropped. She literally stood there in shock, mouth gaping and all. I quickly glanced at the bra (vomiting in my mouth, and dying a little inside) and I stammered, "Uh, uh...it looks fine to me." Quickly thinking on my feet, I said, "Does it feel ok? Like, it fits?" She said "I don't know, I think the straps need to be more loose." I was like, "That could be." She's flapping her arms like a flightless bird, asking me if her boobs are falling out of the sides of the bra (*shudders*) and then proceeds to ask me if I could loosen the bra straps. Gag me with a spoon! Like I REALLY wanna touch old lady looseskin over here. Gross. But what was I to do? I was cornered, man. She had already turned around, expecting me to say, "sure, no problem" even though I was completely freaked the freak out. Sigh. So I loosened the straps, trying not to touch her skin, and I asked her if the bra felt better (*shudders again*). Luckily, she said it was much better, so I didn't have to endure that again. She asked me again how it looked, and I said, "Like it fits fine." in an even, monotone voice. She thanked me. "Yourwelcome" I blurted out, in a quick mumble, then turned to my sister and said, "run, Sam!" We made a mad dash for the baby clothes section before the woman could ask me for any more "help." Ugh, what is wrong with people, anyway? It was Kohl's, not Victoria's Secret, where it's slightly more acceptable to see women asking for help with bras. And hey, be-tee-dubs, I don't even work there! Perhaps she could have found some poor Kohl's employee to help her. But no, I was the target. After that fiasco, the kid at the cash register was shooting the shit with me about vacations and such. He was nice, but I just wanted to get the hell outta there, ya know? Then at Ruby Tuesday another old woman (this one was sane) was talking to me about Chase, and her little granddaughter was talking to/trying to play with Chase as well. It was like I had some sign on me that day that said, HEY, YOU! COME TALK TO ME! I must be very approachable or something. Maybe I should do something to alter my appearance, ya know, make me look more intimidating? Ooh, maybe I'll get a tear drop tattoo. Don't ex-cons do that? Get a tear drop tattoo? Or maybe a Swastika in the middle of my forehead. OR I could wear a white, hooded cloak every where I go. Although, these things could just open up an invitation to the "wrong" kind of crazies....
Well, I'm getting tired, and I want to go lie down and read. Till next time, friends.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

le Sigh

I am quickly approaching my 1 year anniversary of being a housewife/stay at home mom, and I have finally realized how much this job sucks. I guess EVERY job sucks in one way or another, but I had this epiphany today about just how mundane my life seems any more. Every Monday I wake up around 8 or 9am, change Chase's diaper, give her a bottle, take her downstairs and feed her her breakfast. After she is content and playing on the floor, I eat my own breakfast. I see what's up in the world o' Facebook, then I get started on housework. I normally start with the kitchen...dishes, wiping down counters, a quick Swiffer job over the floor, then I straighten up the living room. That takes me to lunch time, so I get Chase her lunch, grab something for myself, we eat, we get cleaned up, Chase has a bottle, goes down for a nap, then I let the dogs out, take some clutter from the living room upstairs where it belongs, put clean laundry away, do a craft of some type...and by this point, Chase usually wakes up because some how 1-2 hours have elapsed. Chase will get another bottle if she's fussing for one, I let the dogs out again, but by now there's normally a puddle of pee or some remnants of shit from one of the dogs, so I clean that up/swiffer/lysol the area. Then I will play with the baby on the floor, do her "baby exercises" with her, keep her entertained then I realize it's about dinner time, so I get something started on the stove for Mark, get Chase situated in her seat for her own dinner, then wake Mark up for his dinner. I make something for myself (because I am on a diet, so I eat different food than what I make for Mark). He and I will hang out for a little while, watch our shows, then it's time for him to get ready for work. I get Chase and myself ready for bed, and depending whether or not she had a bath the night prior, Chase will have a bath around 9:30pm, then we're both in bed by 10. I read her a story, she has a bottle and drifts off to dreamland, I lie awake and read a book, then I go to sleep. Tuesday morning I wake up and pretty much do the same song and dance all over again. Wednesday is my "fun day", in the sense that I have a 12pm appointment with my weight loss consultant (who also happens to be a friend, so I am comfortable going to her), I take Chase with me because Mark is sleeping by this point, I get my weigh-in, my food for the week, then Chase and I head to the grocery store to do some shopping. An hour to an hour and a half later, we head home, I situate her with a bottle, put the food away, then it's time to eat a late lunch. After that, if I don't go visit my mom, I do some more chores, let out the dogs, make dinner, wake up Mark, eat, hang out for a bit, Mark leaves for work, Chase and I go to bed.

Do you see where I am going with this? Once in a while I get a day with a friend who is off from work, or I go hang with my mom, but for the most part, I am reliving the same day over and over and over again.
I just feel like I need a change. A vacation. Something exciting. I applied for 4 jobs so far, and interviewed for one. Now it's just a waiting game. I find out if I'm in the top 3 candidates for the first job I applied for by April 20th. The other 3 jobs, I have to wait and see if I am even contacted for an interview. Fingers crossed. I get out to the gym during the week at least twice, and I get to see a friend here and there during the day to go to lunch or whatever, and I'm grateful for that, but...I guess it's just not enough. I want to get away from this house, if only for a few days. You know what happened tonight? I came home from my mom's house, let all the dogs out...Chase was napping, so I straightened up a little. I decided to be nice and pack Mark a lunch, so I went out to the garage to grab him a bottle of water for his lunchbox...what happens as I'm crossing from the kitchen to the laundry room? I slip in f-ing pee! Then I realized there was a LAKE from the laundry room, crossing over into the kitchen. Uuuuugh. That was fun to clean up. I honestly don't know how much more I can take. Every day is the same, every day there is a disgusting floor to mop, a pile of dishes to wash, people to take care of, dogs to take care of...but what about me? I know, I know...I'm a mom, a wife, and "stay at home" is attached to both of those titles...but I barely get a chance to do things for ME any more. Any time I shop, it's for groceries or baby necessities...or even pet necessities!! You know when I shower? When I realize that I'm starting to stink and my last shower was probably 3 days prior. You know when I straighten my hair? How about next to never! I have mastered putting on makeup in under 5 minutes. This is exactly why I am dieting, so I can get myself back. I miss me. I understand that when you become a wife and a mother you put yourself last, but I feel that us moms need SOME time to ourselves so we don't go completely insane. Right? Is it wrong to want me time? Is it wrong that I wish I could snap my fingers and be in the Bahamas all by myself? A girl can dream, I guess. Well, at least Mark and I are going on a date tomorrow. We're going to see Scream 4...of course we're going in the afternoon because my mom is watching Chase for us, but it will be fun nonetheless. The rest of this weekend will filled with cleaning, hopefully relaxing a little bit, and celebrating Mark's birthday....

Well, till next time, friends.

Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today.



 

Sunday, April 10, 2011

I hate peeeeee!

I seriously wish I could cork my damn dogs so they didn't pee so damn much. Dammit dammit. Well, when I say dogs, I just mean Totes. She's the queen of puddles. It's ridiculous. I spent nearly $500 trying to figure out if something was wrong with her bladder, but all the test results were "inconclusive." We put this dog outside for a majority of the day! (Unless the weather is bad, then we just try to put her out as often as we can without leaving her outside too long). She'll pee outside, then she'll come in, and a half hour later (sometimes not even) there will be a lake of urine in the kitchen! WTF! I get so tired of sanitizing, mopping, etc. I want a new kitchen floor so bad, but Mark says what's the point when Totes just keeps peeing. I said that once we get a frickin' fence in our yard, this shouldn't be a problem because then the dogs can just go outside for as long as necessary without us having to switch them one by one on the tether. Ugh. She has some good days, but today I have cleaned up at least 4 puddles.

Anyway, so if you read my last entry then you know I had a job interview on Thursday. I feel that it went very well. The director and I had a decent connection, and the center is beautiful. It's definitely a place I would send Chase to, but only if I get the job because I can't afford the childcare fee without the employee discount!! $2000 a month? FUNK DAT!

I find out if I'm in the top 3 list of candidates by the 20th, so we shall see. Otherwise, I am thinking about applying for a part time teaching job at the preschool that is on my college campus. I wouldn't mind being a part time teacher and a part time housewife. I'll get some extra cash, and still have PLENTY of time to be with Chase, plus Summers off...sooo...I'm thinking aboot it.

Well, I just wanted to give a little update and vent about how much I hate pee. I imagine most people hate pee...unless you like those bizarre pornos where people pee everywhere and like to splash around in pee and do numerous other disgusting things with it...hey, I'm not here to judge, man. Whatever you're into. Freak.
Ok, I'm outie 5,000. Roman (my male min pin) is crying like a little bitch at the gate, which means he's ready to go up to bed, and I have some housework I want to do before I hit the sack as well. I want to take the baby to Linvilla Orchard tomorrow since it's going to be a B-E-A-utiful day. See ya!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

But...then I won't be a housewife no mo

I know I just posted an entry a few days ago, but I've told you before, and I'll tell you a thousand more times if I have to:


So this week has been pretty busy for me. Aside from doing all of my daily chores around here, I have been catching up with friends, sewing my ass off (that doesn't make any sense at all), searching for jobs. I mentioned in my last entry that I was thinking about applying for that infant teaching position...well, I did, and sure enough I landed myself an interview. I go tomorrow at 11am. Some people may think that I'm "wasting my degree", but as I said before, my degree covers infancy through 3rd grade. I don't think it's wasteful at all to take this position considering I'll be making $32,000 a year (which is more than some of my "real" teacher friends make), and it's $7000 more than I made at the last center I worked for, where they basically hire any ol' Joe Shmoe to teach those kids. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of great people who worked for that place, but there were a few situations where people who don't even have a degree/certification in the Education field tried to tell me how to do my job. It was not cool.
Another awesome thing about possibly taking this position is I can take Chase to work with me every day, and I can still be with her. I also get 1 hour paid lunch...at my last job, I got jipped out of money A LOT. Child care for this facility is $2,000 a month!!!! That's nuts, but it's more upscale than most places. I, of course, would be getting a hefty discount, and even with that money being taken from my paycheck, I'm STILL pulling in more of an income. I am pretty nervous about going tomorrow, though. Not so much for the interview part (I'm usually pretty good with interviews), but for the idea that I won't be a housewife any more if I take this job. WHAT ABOUT MY BLOG?! Just kidding...I would probably still update about stuff, but I'd have to change to title to "Working Moms 101" or something like that. I really miss having my own source of income because I want to contribute to the bills, and I want my OWN spending money again. I'm itching for another tattoo, but I'm not going to make my husband pay for that for me. I want to not feel guilty about spending his money. I'm not like that at all. (Even though someone had the gall to say that I AM like that...that I enjoy spending my trustfund...even though um, I don't have a trustfund). That person also said I'm "void of all emotion", which I find very amusing because if I didn't feel anything, I don't think I would have a baby that I adore more than anything, nor would I want to be an early childhood educator. I'm pretty sure you have to be enthusiastic, happy, sensitive, loving, nurturing, etc. to be in my field. Last time I checked, I possessed all of those attributes and then some, so I'm pretty sure that person can go F themselves.
Oh my, it seems I have gone off on a tangent. I'm good for that. ....Job! Right. That's what we were talking about. So, yeah, I think this infant teaching gig sounds pretty sweet. I'm just going to go and check the place out, meet with the director, have my little interview, then think about what I really want to do. The pros and cons of this job are as follows:
Pros                                                                                         Cons
$$                                                                                            $$ taken out for child care
I can still be with Chase all day                                                 Won't be a housewife any more
Paid lunch break                                                                       Can't be gym buddies with Ed any more
Good hours                                                                        Work year round, which means no Summers off
Not far from home                                                               Less time to focus on my hobbies
Chase will gain social experiences w/babies her age             Have to get up pretty early to get there in time
Will be able to meet new people                                        

Hmmm...I suppose that's all I can think of for now. I suppose the pros are outweighing the cons, but only because I am in need of financial freedom. I guess we'll see how it goes tomorrow, and I will update later on.

Ok, byeeee