02.29.08
The Way I See It # 265
Wild animals often do a much better job of caring for their offspring than we civilized and educated humans do. If we cannot keep children safe in their homes, how can we hope to make ourselves safe in the world?
–Lee Grogg Executive direct of Ryther Child Center
02.28.08
Tick Tock. Tick Tock
I have eighteen days and eight and a half hours until I am on vacation for a week.
In eighteen days my girl Craze will be landing at LAX after I get out of work. We’ll probably just kick it that night, grab something to eat, chill and have a few drinks. Call it an early night because we’re going to be super busy the following day.
In nineteen days Craze and I will be picking up an SUV from the airport to start picking up Ho’s that day. I’ve got Sue, Carrie and Beth landing in L.A. that afternoon. After feeding my girls, we’re going to head down to Long Beach for a few hours of beautiful CA sunshine! We’ll do Happy Hour then head back to my house to chill for the evening.
The following day we’re hitting the road for our trip out to Las Vegas where we’ve rented a beautiful four bedroom and three bathroom house with a pool and hot tub! On the way we’ll stop at the Vegas airport and pick up Sassy. We’ve got plans to do pedicure’s, lunch, shopping, sightseeing, drinking, hanging out at the house and enjoying each others company for five days in Vegas! Mister will drive up after work on Friday and most likely head home on Sunday to be with our girls on Easter. He’s such a good guy for doing this.
My girlfriends’ll stay at my house one more night then I begin making airport drop offs on Tuesday. A full week with these girls! I can’t wait. We don’t see each other enough. Oh man, I think I need to buy another memory card for my camera.
So tick tock, I’m counting down the days til I get to be kid, work, schedule and responsibility free. Counting down the days til we get to have a week long slumber party–grown up style!
Is it March yet?
02.27.08
WWYD?
Lets say you’ve got a family of 5, you and your husband/SO are unexpectedly out of work. You have got mortgage, bills and life that is steadily piling up on you. You’ve exhausted all the help you can from banks and lending companies and are basically just holding your breath til the “other shoe drops”.
You have been offered a job opportunity to work with a person whom you’re not the most fond of. They know of your financial issues and have that as a leverage over you and your decision. You’ve got three children to think about so you take the “job” no matter of your personal opinion of the employer.
Then, in the midst of the job you find out its not up to par with your set of moral values. What do you do?
Lets say, after “working” for this person you realize its not “right” but what they’re asking you to do isn’t, lets say, illegal? Even though you know its not 100% the right thing to do, yet not illegal, do you continue with the job knowing that your family’s welfare could depend on this one check?
Do you take a job that you don’t agree with, morally, for the sake of your family’s survival? Or do you, out of moral obligation, decline it and struggle the next month through?
WWYD?
02.26.08
Try not to hate me too much
I was finished with my work day at 11:45 this morning. I had an enjoyable 1.5 hour drive home from San Diego this afternoon. I was home, in a tank top, flip flops, hair up and capri’s, drinking a beer by 1:55 pm. Oh yeah, did I mention that its 87 degrees in CA right now. Ahh, I *heart* CA
02.25.08
Not an Old Wive’s Tale
Its true, deep sex does cure cramps!
I had been sick almost all weekend with horrendous cramps and almost no amount of pain reliever or alcohol seemed to ease the mid-section splitting pain I have been having. I wasn’t able to bowl on Saturday night because I was in too much pain. Even my step-daughter, whom I’m just getting to know, said she could tell something wasn’t right with me because I was too quiet. It hurt to sit, stand, move too quickly and just be awake and moving.
But my prayers were answered when Mister got a phone call from work at 8:30 last night informing him that production was being canceled until Tuesday due to machine problems. This meant he didn’t have to be at work until 6am instead of 1am. Uh-huh. You know what that means right? It means I had the I don’t care how tired you are, your ass should’ve taken a nap with me today, you’re still going to fuck me tonight attitude going on.
Last night I used my husband for my own needs. There was no foreplay. No snuggling. Nope. When he wanted to make it last longer by going slow, I put an end to that shit and took control. Hey, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. He’s not complaining. I showered, thanked him then went to sleep. Today I feel like a new woman!
02.23.08
I did it, I talked to my girl
This afternoon I took advantage of Mister vacuuming, The Snitch sleeping in another room and Drama Queen being in her room alone.
I just went in, sat on her bed and asked her if she heard her friends talking of starting their period or knew what a period meant. As I suspected, she was clueless.
The talk went well, I was informative and gave her details of what to look for in the changes her body will be making soon. I told her how to use a pad, then took her to the bathroom to show her an actual pad and how it works. I told her I was on my period and its not a big deal, its just life and we go through it from young to old. I let her ask questions, and the only one she was most concerned of is When in August will I have it? Will it be at the beginning of the month? LMAO Her birthday is the beginning of August and we’re having a pool party for her. You see her concern? lol I ended our talk by assuring her that Mister and I are here for her, if she has any more questions never to be embarrassed and just ask us, that’s what we’re here for.
Whew. I’m glad that is over with! Now please excuse me while I down this beer right quick.
02.22.08
The Way I See It #271
The law, for all its failings, has a noble goal– to make the little bit of life that people can actually control more just. We can’t end disease or natural disasters, but we can devise rules for our dealings with one another that fairly weigh the rights and needs of everyone, and which, therefore, reflect our best vision of ourselves.
–Scott Turrow: Author of Presumed Innocent and Limitations.
02.20.08
I’m getting nervous
My Drama Queen will be 10 years old, this summer and I just know its a matter of time before her little womanhood surfaces. I know she’s got the hormones flowing because that girl can go from happy to tears in .03 seconds! I also know her body is changing because she is growing armpit hair.
Speaking of her body hair, Mister asked me when I’m going to let her start shaving her legs, I told him When she’s old enough to not slice herself up first! And since she’s pretty clumsy, that might not be until she’s in her 20’s!
What’s the rush? I’m thinking. Is she too hairy for you to look at?is what I wanted to ask. But realized I was a raging premenstrual mess of hormones, myself, I just replied Around twelve or thirteen, we’ll see.
Then we’ve got the issue of her body changing, I know I’ve got to be prepared for her to get her period. I’ve got one small sample pack of pads for her, but I should probably buy a large bag for when the day comes, huh? And what do you think about The Period Talk? I haven’t discussed that with her, yet, but have had the Your body is changing and you will begin noticing these changes. You will begin to develop breasts and hair like Mom... talk. But not specifically about her period.
My mom and sister think I should just wait til she either gets her period or wait til the school sends them to Health Education, but I feel by doing that I’m not fulfilling my end of the parenting agreement. I dunno. Then again, I’m not sure how to approach her with this plethora of information and not have her freak out!
Any ideas or tips? Is it too early to begin having the talk with her about the upcoming changes in her life? What if she’s a late bloomer and doesn’t get it til almost 13 and I freaked her out for nothing? But what if she’s an early bloomer and gets it before she’s 11 and at school! I don’t want her thinking she’s dying at school and make a fool out of herself!
Oy, this parenting business is hard. Someone pass me a beer.
02.19.08
Tragedy
AZUSA, Calif. — Authorities on Monday identified a man who was killed after being struck by a car while changing a tire on the side of an Azusa freeway, a California Highway Patrol officer said. The incident occurred on the westbound Foothill (210) Freeway just west of Grand Avenue at about 9:05 p.m. Sunday, said CHP Officer Anthony Martin. Moises Delacerda, 35, of La Puente had pulled onto the right shoulder of the freeway after his 2002 Honda got a flat left front tire, Martin said.
While he was changing the tire, a 1992 Toyota Camry driven by 23-year-old Lerone S. Mullin of Azusa struck him, Martin said. Delacerda was transported to Foothill Presbyterian Hospital, where he died as a result of his injuries, he said. Mullin drove away but was followed by a witness, who called 911, Martin said. CHP officers located Mullin in Azusa and arrested him for a variety of charges including suspicion of gross vehicular manslaughter, hit and run and DUI, he said.
This was my co-worker, he was one of our customer service supervisors. Needless to say, yesterday at work was a very sad sad day.
02.18.08
That would’ve been humiliating
I partied with my sister last night so I slept in today and got to work a little late. Oops! Needless to say beer, tequila and Jack Daniel shots left me a little hungover this morning. And for some reason gassy, too.
Getting to work at 8:35 means that I was the only person in the parking lot this morning. As Iwas getting out of my car my stomach began bubbling and gurgling. I felt a fart coming on and since I was the only one in the parking lot AND was outside I was going to let it go so I’ll be comfortable when I get in the office. Its the right thing to do, you know? Besides who wants to fart in their car and lock it up for the day? Eww!
Well THANKFULLY I looked up before farting because there was some guy walking past my car at the exact moment I was going to fart! I have to say, as quiet as it was in the parking lot he would’ve heard my ass blow. Dammit.
The moment passed and my gas didn’t get to. So now I’m sitting at my desk with bubble gut. Oh and that cute guy in the parking lot? When I got to the top of the stairs and approaching our office we ran into each other right there! Makes me even more glad I didn’t fart in the parking lot!
