11 August 2007
I am that person...
You know the one. That person in the grocery store...The one who brings their own grocery bags to pack all their groceries in. YUP! and I am proud! So i took the plastic bags and I used them for the kids, you know the dirty diapers, the extra clothes you send to daycare, or to line the trash cans around the house. But lately I find that they double bag these things, then I have about hundred and then what do you do with them. I tired going with the paper bags but then the kids could not carry anything. What do you do with all those paper bags....If you bring them back to the grocery store what do they really do with them? SO i broke down and bought the reusable bags! LOVE IT!
09 August 2007
Scrambled eggs and bacon
Okay so this morning went like any other morning. I really thought I was getting off to the right foot when I woke around 530am. I felt rested and ready to go....I got up, decieded it was early and i had fallen asleep before TOP CHEF. Figured kids were still sleeping and DVR is my new friend. I got up switched the laundry, as i have hundreds of towels to wash a week and settled in to watch TOP CHEF.
So alram goes off right before the show is over at 620am. Get up, think this is going to be a good day. The sun is out, the news is on, having very little to say except i hear about 95north being shut down due to a tractor trailer turnover. Dont think much about. (this will be important in a moment)
Get kids up, they are dressing, making lunches, showered dressed! I am early. Wow I am doing well this morning..... House phone rings! HMMMM...wonder who that is....its my mom. Okay, not bad. She is going on about Nathaniel and his lunch and so on. Tell all set! have a great day. (he has "reading camp" or summer school and she was taking him and had nothing for him. Sh e was making sure I was bringing his stuff.)
Not a problem. Everything was ready, I was so proud of myself, and I was early! YEAH!
Then my cell phone rings. Great who could that be?....Joe, the Galley guy. He tells me Rich is stuck in traffic and thinks he will be a few minutes late. It is now 730am. Hmmm, I tell Joe, there was a car accident on the highway and it is closed. he should get off the highway and take a back road. I think how bad can this be. I can feel the day is getting a bit bumpy.
Okay, I am ready to leave, i am early. I shove kids in car. Make sure everyone has shoes, lunch and towel. Drive off to drop off kids. Jordan is in the back of the car, whinning he does not like camp anymore. He wants to stay home. I think he is tired. Raymond is talking away about how he and Nathaniel went to STAPLES with Nana and about all the supplies he got to FILL his new backpack for school. Both boys agree they want to go back to school.
I pull into the YMCA's parking lot, promise Jordan summer is almost over, weekend is almost here and he can go sailing on THRILLER this weekend in the race. (THRILLER is a J24 sail boat)
Phone rings again, it is Rich the galley kid, telling me he might not make it until 9am!
WHAT! HOLD ON I HAVE 50 PEOPLE THAT NEED TO BE FED.
Kiss kids goodbye, tell them I will see them in the afternoon.
Wondering now WHAT?
it is okay, I was up early this is not that bad.....
Okay we need a plan. So i call Joe, he is the galley manager. I ask him how hard it it to cook breakfast? He said I could, and even told me where all the keys were. He walked Josh and I through how to cook the bacon and eggs. I pour about 2gallons of egg mix into a pan, Josh is piling up the bacon. It is not 810am and we were putting it all in the oven..... breakfast should be ready for 815am. Great! No pressure....
You have to stop and look around and wonder....Am I on Candid camera? this has got to be a joke!
So there Josh and I were putting breakfast together wondering how hard is this to get done? We managed to cook about 300 pieces of bacon and about 10 lbs of eggs. Not so bad. I love a plan and love when a plan comes together.
Well scrambled eggs and bacon were made. Breakfast was served about 830am. Not bad! So the day not so bad. You have to chuckle a little. Hey you have ro roll with the punches and laugh a little. You have to roll with the punches....
Now I come to my office to find the printer and my computer are not talking....agghhh....its okay it gave me time to write this.... Okay if i can cook a meal for 50 people I can fix the stupid printer if not I am going sailing!
Peace out.
So alram goes off right before the show is over at 620am. Get up, think this is going to be a good day. The sun is out, the news is on, having very little to say except i hear about 95north being shut down due to a tractor trailer turnover. Dont think much about. (this will be important in a moment)
Get kids up, they are dressing, making lunches, showered dressed! I am early. Wow I am doing well this morning..... House phone rings! HMMMM...wonder who that is....its my mom. Okay, not bad. She is going on about Nathaniel and his lunch and so on. Tell all set! have a great day. (he has "reading camp" or summer school and she was taking him and had nothing for him. Sh e was making sure I was bringing his stuff.)
Not a problem. Everything was ready, I was so proud of myself, and I was early! YEAH!
Then my cell phone rings. Great who could that be?....Joe, the Galley guy. He tells me Rich is stuck in traffic and thinks he will be a few minutes late. It is now 730am. Hmmm, I tell Joe, there was a car accident on the highway and it is closed. he should get off the highway and take a back road. I think how bad can this be. I can feel the day is getting a bit bumpy.
Okay, I am ready to leave, i am early. I shove kids in car. Make sure everyone has shoes, lunch and towel. Drive off to drop off kids. Jordan is in the back of the car, whinning he does not like camp anymore. He wants to stay home. I think he is tired. Raymond is talking away about how he and Nathaniel went to STAPLES with Nana and about all the supplies he got to FILL his new backpack for school. Both boys agree they want to go back to school.
I pull into the YMCA's parking lot, promise Jordan summer is almost over, weekend is almost here and he can go sailing on THRILLER this weekend in the race. (THRILLER is a J24 sail boat)
Phone rings again, it is Rich the galley kid, telling me he might not make it until 9am!
WHAT! HOLD ON I HAVE 50 PEOPLE THAT NEED TO BE FED.
Kiss kids goodbye, tell them I will see them in the afternoon.
Wondering now WHAT?
it is okay, I was up early this is not that bad.....
Okay we need a plan. So i call Joe, he is the galley manager. I ask him how hard it it to cook breakfast? He said I could, and even told me where all the keys were. He walked Josh and I through how to cook the bacon and eggs. I pour about 2gallons of egg mix into a pan, Josh is piling up the bacon. It is not 810am and we were putting it all in the oven..... breakfast should be ready for 815am. Great! No pressure....
You have to stop and look around and wonder....Am I on Candid camera? this has got to be a joke!
So there Josh and I were putting breakfast together wondering how hard is this to get done? We managed to cook about 300 pieces of bacon and about 10 lbs of eggs. Not so bad. I love a plan and love when a plan comes together.
Well scrambled eggs and bacon were made. Breakfast was served about 830am. Not bad! So the day not so bad. You have to chuckle a little. Hey you have ro roll with the punches and laugh a little. You have to roll with the punches....
Now I come to my office to find the printer and my computer are not talking....agghhh....its okay it gave me time to write this.... Okay if i can cook a meal for 50 people I can fix the stupid printer if not I am going sailing!
Peace out.
07 August 2007
Keeping it real
So i will never win "parent of the year" award.
The day went as usually. Putting out the small fires at work. Chasing people around making sure they are doing what they should be doing. Then trying to play referee to not only staff but to siblings at camp. It is interesting to see kids come and go through the program and see that they are a product of their environment. Sometimes i wonder what is their environment like?
So there i was sitting on the porch trying to talk this poor kid "out of a tree". I was giving her the inner strength speech. You know the one....you need to find that inner strength to get through this. Telling her that everything was going to be alright. Knowing in the back of my mind it is 405pm and i needed to get this kid changed and on SABINO before 420pm as the boat was not waiting for us. The speech has got to work! Kid is whining. She's tired. Come on find your inner strength. Tick Tock. Tick Tock
Cell phone rings..... saved by the bell.
It is the YMCA, Nathaniel has gotten hurt. Yikes! I have to say i am not the type of parent to freak out that my kid is hurt. Kids are kids. they play hard and they will get hurt. I get it. Plus my mom was a nurse, so we all had to be half dead before she would take us to the doctor.
(come on i broke both my ankles one night called my mom and said i am hurt. she said put some ice on it you will be fine. yeah two broken feet later and a call to dad.)
She goes on to tell me he was hit in the face by his eye. Not really sure what she was saying.... she did not sound like she had any panic in her voice and i was watching the clock.....SABINO was leaving in 10 min...
SO i asked the important questions...Is he upset? I could hear her ask him, he says no....then i ask is he bleeding...nope. I then asked if they were putting ice on it and could they wait 15min. She said sure, she just wanted me to know before i got there. I told her to ask him about what happened to Jordan when we went hiking and I will be there soon. (jordan was running down the trail, 3 miles on top of a mountain, did a face plant into the tree, HUGE black eye. It was AWFUL it took over 2 weeks for it to fade)
Tick Tock. Kid takes the inner strength speech...Kid changes, got her on the SABINO. Phew. Camp is tough for some kids and for some adults.
Now off to pick up the kids. Nathaniel is surrounded by about three or four female instructors. He had an ice pack on his forehead. Yup he got hit and he had an egg on his forehead. He seemed fine. he ditched the ice pack jumped into the car and off we went. We all talked about the day as I went to drop off twins at my dad's office.
We pull in to the office he starts to cry. It hurts. It hurts.
WHAT? you were fine the whole way.
My dad takes one look, your fine. My dads secretary, who i might add was my babysitter when i was a kid was Shocked. should he go to the hospital? Is he okay?
What?
the kid got a bump on the head.... he is fine.
kids bounce.
He finds his way to the computer game and is fine.
I kiss the twins good bye. say "Peace out see you tomorrow"
Nathaniel says without skipping a beat..."keep it real Mommy"
Awwww....he's seven. Love it.
Sometimes I wonder if I am to laid back. I wonder if i should be more concerned when they get hurt. I wonder where that damn manual is, you know the one i am talking about.... the one they are suppose to give you at the hospital. I am sure it would tell me what to do... what to say and how to raise these boys.this is a tough job...Until i find it i will do my best. and i will remember what Augusten Burroughs said, "I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
The day went as usually. Putting out the small fires at work. Chasing people around making sure they are doing what they should be doing. Then trying to play referee to not only staff but to siblings at camp. It is interesting to see kids come and go through the program and see that they are a product of their environment. Sometimes i wonder what is their environment like?
So there i was sitting on the porch trying to talk this poor kid "out of a tree". I was giving her the inner strength speech. You know the one....you need to find that inner strength to get through this. Telling her that everything was going to be alright. Knowing in the back of my mind it is 405pm and i needed to get this kid changed and on SABINO before 420pm as the boat was not waiting for us. The speech has got to work! Kid is whining. She's tired. Come on find your inner strength. Tick Tock. Tick Tock
Cell phone rings..... saved by the bell.
It is the YMCA, Nathaniel has gotten hurt. Yikes! I have to say i am not the type of parent to freak out that my kid is hurt. Kids are kids. they play hard and they will get hurt. I get it. Plus my mom was a nurse, so we all had to be half dead before she would take us to the doctor.
(come on i broke both my ankles one night called my mom and said i am hurt. she said put some ice on it you will be fine. yeah two broken feet later and a call to dad.)
She goes on to tell me he was hit in the face by his eye. Not really sure what she was saying.... she did not sound like she had any panic in her voice and i was watching the clock.....SABINO was leaving in 10 min...
SO i asked the important questions...Is he upset? I could hear her ask him, he says no....then i ask is he bleeding...nope. I then asked if they were putting ice on it and could they wait 15min. She said sure, she just wanted me to know before i got there. I told her to ask him about what happened to Jordan when we went hiking and I will be there soon. (jordan was running down the trail, 3 miles on top of a mountain, did a face plant into the tree, HUGE black eye. It was AWFUL it took over 2 weeks for it to fade)
Tick Tock. Kid takes the inner strength speech...Kid changes, got her on the SABINO. Phew. Camp is tough for some kids and for some adults.
Now off to pick up the kids. Nathaniel is surrounded by about three or four female instructors. He had an ice pack on his forehead. Yup he got hit and he had an egg on his forehead. He seemed fine. he ditched the ice pack jumped into the car and off we went. We all talked about the day as I went to drop off twins at my dad's office.
We pull in to the office he starts to cry. It hurts. It hurts.
WHAT? you were fine the whole way.
My dad takes one look, your fine. My dads secretary, who i might add was my babysitter when i was a kid was Shocked. should he go to the hospital? Is he okay?
What?
the kid got a bump on the head.... he is fine.
kids bounce.
He finds his way to the computer game and is fine.
I kiss the twins good bye. say "Peace out see you tomorrow"
Nathaniel says without skipping a beat..."keep it real Mommy"
Awwww....he's seven. Love it.
Sometimes I wonder if I am to laid back. I wonder if i should be more concerned when they get hurt. I wonder where that damn manual is, you know the one i am talking about.... the one they are suppose to give you at the hospital. I am sure it would tell me what to do... what to say and how to raise these boys.this is a tough job...Until i find it i will do my best. and i will remember what Augusten Burroughs said, "I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
06 August 2007
Mrs. Palmer
So there have been a few requests for Mrs. Palmer. She is a wonderful lady. She is a bit sassy and well a bit persnickety. I am not sure Mrs. Palmer is going to go out this christmas but i have to tell you she has had some fun through the last few years.
Mrs. Palmer may be a lady but get her outside swinging lanterns with Mr. Jennings, and you never know what might happen. Or what might be said!
I will never forget the time that Mrs. Palmer went to the tavern to dance for the hundredth time. there was a gentleman on the tour and he was obviously a bit drunk. as we all danced in two circles, ladies in the center and men on the outside this gentleman started goosing the the ladies! OMG! Shocking!
Or the time she went to the tavern and her skirt came undone!
I am tired of summer and tired in general. Mrs. Palmer has been apart of christmas for the last four years! Can she pull out another year?
04 August 2007
A day Off
A DAY OFF...Okay here is the question.......is there really such a thing?
Here is the thing...you work all week at a job...then come home. You do home things, you know, the important stuff, feed kids, sniff test kids and deciede wether or not they need shower, get them out of bathing suits, wash nescessary bathing suits and towels, drag kids to bed and/or go to bed forgetting the mess on the floor. of course drop clothes as you walk into door. house looks like a hurricane hits it....not to worry i have a day off over the weekend.
But here comes the weekend, "i have got the weekend off" well do you really? Now i have to pick up the hurricane of a mess. At least i am consistent, clothes always land on floor, near the laundry basket. dishes always end up in sink or water bottles by the bed, floor always needs to be washed because every morning spraying kids down with sunscreen there are little foot print marks in floor where you spray them. (one day i will spray them outside)
So today is my only day off of the week from work. Now today i would not consider a day off though.
I picked up all the rooms, changed all the sheets, remade all the beds, vacumed the floors, cleaned the bathroom, washed all the dishes, mopped and waxed the floors, then went grocery shopping, then folded ever stitch of clothing i own! (it was heaped up over the whole couch)
So not really a day off now is it?
As a kid my dad always said there was no such thing as a day off. I get it now!
If anyone knows where i can find a day off let me know. I think it is called a maid.
Peace.
Here is the thing...you work all week at a job...then come home. You do home things, you know, the important stuff, feed kids, sniff test kids and deciede wether or not they need shower, get them out of bathing suits, wash nescessary bathing suits and towels, drag kids to bed and/or go to bed forgetting the mess on the floor. of course drop clothes as you walk into door. house looks like a hurricane hits it....not to worry i have a day off over the weekend.
But here comes the weekend, "i have got the weekend off" well do you really? Now i have to pick up the hurricane of a mess. At least i am consistent, clothes always land on floor, near the laundry basket. dishes always end up in sink or water bottles by the bed, floor always needs to be washed because every morning spraying kids down with sunscreen there are little foot print marks in floor where you spray them. (one day i will spray them outside)
So today is my only day off of the week from work. Now today i would not consider a day off though.
I picked up all the rooms, changed all the sheets, remade all the beds, vacumed the floors, cleaned the bathroom, washed all the dishes, mopped and waxed the floors, then went grocery shopping, then folded ever stitch of clothing i own! (it was heaped up over the whole couch)
So not really a day off now is it?
As a kid my dad always said there was no such thing as a day off. I get it now!
If anyone knows where i can find a day off let me know. I think it is called a maid.
Peace.
I got the job!
Okay okay so you may or may not know I got the job! what job are you wondering?? Okay i know i probably should not be this excited as i sit and think about the fact I just got another full time job on TOP of my already demanding job. But hey I can delegate out what i do not want to do and do more of what i want. I am now **me clearing my throat*** Supervisor of overnight and community sailing programs.
Okay alls i want to do is sail but i will take the other stuff until i can get someone else to do it!
Peace Out!
Okay alls i want to do is sail but i will take the other stuff until i can get someone else to do it!
Peace Out!
02 August 2007
Funny kid story
Okay what is her secret anyway? Well today i was reminded of a funny story i thought i would share. As you all know i am a foster parent. Well i started such adventure when i was 25years old. My first placement were two little boys 6 and 8 years old. Hard to believe. I remember the social worker dropping of the two boys. they sat on my couch crying hysterically. The social worker had me sign something and then he was heading for the door. I was chasing after him asking where he was going and why was he leaving me so soon. What if they ran away? what do i do? OMG!!! Well just so you know we made it through the night with no problems. The next day was like christmas as we did not have any toys for these kids, i was set up to take infants. It was a lot of fun.
Anyway, the days had passed we all seemed to be in a rountine. The oldest child was doing homework in the dining room and i was in the kitchen with the youngest. Now mind you these kids came from a pretty rough background. I am busy making dinner and i can see the youngest child sitting at the table in the kitchen. Think nothing of it, he was coloring or drawing.
All of a sudden i turn around and there this little kid licking the magazine, a Victoria's Secret catalog!!!!!! Shocked, I asked him what he was doing. He put down the catalog and slinked away. One of those funny moments. I wonder where he is now. He has to be 16 now.
Anyway, the days had passed we all seemed to be in a rountine. The oldest child was doing homework in the dining room and i was in the kitchen with the youngest. Now mind you these kids came from a pretty rough background. I am busy making dinner and i can see the youngest child sitting at the table in the kitchen. Think nothing of it, he was coloring or drawing.
All of a sudden i turn around and there this little kid licking the magazine, a Victoria's Secret catalog!!!!!! Shocked, I asked him what he was doing. He put down the catalog and slinked away. One of those funny moments. I wonder where he is now. He has to be 16 now.
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