Saturday, December 12, 2009

Celebrating The Season With Baby

She's right you know. A *natural* Santa impersonator lives over there.... which provides a hilarious wrinkle in Kid's ever questioning mind these days. Even in July he sports his long white hair & beard. He is always wearing a red henley long underwear shirt and he drives a red pick up truck with a SANTA license plate and a "Got Toys?" bumper sticker.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Bitch Fest Friday

Someone left a pile of crayons on our burning hot radiator. Awesome. I don't have quite enough to juggle in the morning.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

If You Could Do It All Over Again...

What would you be?

While I think being a therapist is a very good professional fit for me, if I knew what I know now, I would have become a nurse. I think for a helping profession style person (which clearly I am) nothing offers you the same schedule flexibility, job opportunities, and pay scale that nursing does. I wish I had known about that when I was in undergrad when I could have easily gotten my RN and gone on to get my MSW afterwards. I'd have so many more options now. My cousin is a nurse and I have always been envious that she has been able to stay home during the week with her kids and still make enough working weekend shifts to support her family.

Ah well... better luck next time.

So if everything in your life was the same.... same spouse, children, location... would you choose another line of work?

Mr F told me the other day he wishes he'd become an architect.

I think it's interesting that we both wish we had done something within the same kind of genre as the career we did choose. Mr F, I think, for creative purposes, and myself for practical ones.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Wednesdays Are My Saturday

I don't have any kids to watch today... well... except my own.

I've got bins of Christmas decorations piled all over the floor.

I've got a book I'm reading and would like to stay curled in my chair, mocking my neighbor's tacky Christmas decorations, and read.

I've also got to go to the bank, the grocery store, put away laundry, and, tonight, clean the entire house... but whose keeping track? Maybe Wednesdays aren't so much like Saturdays after all.

But I'm going to sit and read for an hour first (that is the plan anyway)

Baby's been sick all week (really sick... I'll tell you about that... and Mr F's sobbing breakdown... for reals... later) and while she is seeming better... what's another hour of TV at this point?

Oh I made entire batch of White Trash after the mean lady picked up her baby. Mr F and I ate it all in less than 24 hours. Don't make it. It has got to be the world's most addictive food.

Last night I said to Mr F...

"Well, now that my stomach is so full I'm upchucking in my own mouth, it's time to go watch The Biggest Loser."

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Wow. It Turns Out That Baby Is A Perv

"Bla...blllaaaa.bllllaaa" Said new baby girl.

"How do you know about that?" responds Kid.

"ga... gahhh." gurlged new baby girl.

"Oh. Alright." replied Kid.

"Huh, I guess she knows about it." Kid continues.

"What?" Mrs F asks when she walks in the room.

"Oh. She knows about my Dad's penis." Kid replies.

I walked right into that one.

Monday, December 7, 2009

There Was 'Tude This Morning

Yes there was.

I wanted to write an email saying something like ...

"I'm worth $7 an hour. If you can't respect my time and effort you are more than welcome to find cheaper care elsewhere."

... but my mom talked me down.

You know, I just don't want to start my day with someone giving off a strong bitch vibe. It's just not worth the added stress it causes. And it kind of (okay definitely) pisses me off. I mean give me a break... I'm not even making minimum wage!
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