Here's a few photos of her trying on her costume pre-halloween (to make sure it fit)
I'll add photos later of her trick-or-treating and of Raziel's monkey costume!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Tinkerbell
This year Alina decided she wanted to be Tinkerbell. While I had planned out how to save money and make her costume, I did not count on my mother in law calling me up one day saying "hey K-Mart has their costumes half off! Can I buy one for Alina?" So why would I make one?!!?!
Here's a few photos of her trying on her costume pre-halloween (to make sure it fit)
I'll add photos later of her trick-or-treating and of Raziel's monkey costume!
Here's a few photos of her trying on her costume pre-halloween (to make sure it fit)
I'll add photos later of her trick-or-treating and of Raziel's monkey costume!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Thursday is still 3 days from Sunday
So today is Thursday. 3 more days till I'm off again. I talked to Sarah for a long time this morning about my life, I talked to Tamara alot last night about her life (her 9 year old decided to run away because 5 hours of school is too much apparently) and I have found some peices of things that seem to help.
I thought I was just a bad wife - I told that to Brent several times. I feel so many times like I should be a superhero; clean the house, keep the yard, raise kids, grow another one inside me, pay the bills, plan for Christmas, finish the film, be a good friend, pursue a relationship with God, all this and more without help or without complaining. After all, I'm a mom and a wife. I have alot of responsibility! Well that being said, I am coming to realise that maybe I shouldn't be able to do all of that. So, we're changing a few things around and hopefully things will be more manageable. Brent's picking the kids up after work so I don't drop them off and pick them up - and then they'll go and play some before I get home. We added baby gates in the house to help contain the messes - and that helps alot so far. The kids can't go into the non-nurshery parts of the house without a parent and they can't just string their toys everywhere and that helps too. It being winter I won't have to work so hard to keep up the yard, and I've almost got it in order now anyways. It needs mowed, but we've made progress in leaps and bounds.
Also, Brent and I talked about things in general. I've been way too stressed out lately. My co-worker stresses me out because he's old and chooses not to learn about computers and so I'm doing almost everything at work because "my eyes are younger" and "I'm prettier" so am a better salesperson and he even wants me to do the telemarketing because "i have a better phone voice" which I have flatly refused to do because he's not doing much of anything unless there are multiple people in at one time and I usually end up fixing his customers issues along with mine. I have a longer fuse because he claims irish blood and therefore has a bad temper (no excuse just what he says) and so I fix things when we have to call in for customers too. It's a very frusterating way to work. I don't mind doing things but I'm tired of doing everything and I'm very tired of telling him simple things like "read the whole email" and "check it for water damage." Honestly if it didn't affect my commissions I'd let him make mistakes but I have to correct his issues or else our store shared commission will decrease and my half will be less.
In addition to work stress, I of course, am frusterated that we're still catching up financially (in a manner of speaking) and that we're looking at another baby which equals more expenses as well as less income with my leave. And at the same time I want more kids maybe and Brent doesnt and no one's budging anywhere on that. Brent was very grateful that I took the effort to look at adoption... (average cost about $30,000 unless you foster-to-adopt and risk having the kids taken back from you after you've had them for a while which is something I definitly don't want to risk. If we adopt, we keep the kid (s). If we don't adopt, I'm not bringing them into my home.) but at the same time he just said "that means alot to me" and that was that. I spent 3 hours to have him say "that means alot to me." I took a love language test and I tied for words of affrimation and acts of service. That made sense to me because I feel loved when he tells me he appretiates something about as much as I feel loved when he does something for me. It upset me that he didn't really take time to appretiate what I spent time on yesterday when I had no interest in it.
Well I talked to Brent on his lunch and told him I'm tired of feeling sad and tired and stressed out and I thought that was why I wasn't really making alot of efforts to make him happy lately (apart from when we started fighting). I told him I didn't know why I feel so badly but that I do and I don't want it to be like this but I don't know what to do about it because I just can't handle anything else right now and a rocky point in our marriage should be priority #1 and I have a hard time worrying about it or anything else for that matter. He suggested that maybe I should get up in the mornings with him at 5:45 and do yoga while he works out. Maybe if I get up early and get those "happy endorphines" going that I will have a better day. Well, that makes sense if I can indeed drag myself out of bed at 6am.
So tomorrow, yoga at 6am it is, followed by breakfast and a shower before the kids wake up at 7am. Maybe all I need is some time to myself and to share with Brent every morning before I'm exhausted. I'll blog about how it goes.
I thought I was just a bad wife - I told that to Brent several times. I feel so many times like I should be a superhero; clean the house, keep the yard, raise kids, grow another one inside me, pay the bills, plan for Christmas, finish the film, be a good friend, pursue a relationship with God, all this and more without help or without complaining. After all, I'm a mom and a wife. I have alot of responsibility! Well that being said, I am coming to realise that maybe I shouldn't be able to do all of that. So, we're changing a few things around and hopefully things will be more manageable. Brent's picking the kids up after work so I don't drop them off and pick them up - and then they'll go and play some before I get home. We added baby gates in the house to help contain the messes - and that helps alot so far. The kids can't go into the non-nurshery parts of the house without a parent and they can't just string their toys everywhere and that helps too. It being winter I won't have to work so hard to keep up the yard, and I've almost got it in order now anyways. It needs mowed, but we've made progress in leaps and bounds.
Also, Brent and I talked about things in general. I've been way too stressed out lately. My co-worker stresses me out because he's old and chooses not to learn about computers and so I'm doing almost everything at work because "my eyes are younger" and "I'm prettier" so am a better salesperson and he even wants me to do the telemarketing because "i have a better phone voice" which I have flatly refused to do because he's not doing much of anything unless there are multiple people in at one time and I usually end up fixing his customers issues along with mine. I have a longer fuse because he claims irish blood and therefore has a bad temper (no excuse just what he says) and so I fix things when we have to call in for customers too. It's a very frusterating way to work. I don't mind doing things but I'm tired of doing everything and I'm very tired of telling him simple things like "read the whole email" and "check it for water damage." Honestly if it didn't affect my commissions I'd let him make mistakes but I have to correct his issues or else our store shared commission will decrease and my half will be less.
In addition to work stress, I of course, am frusterated that we're still catching up financially (in a manner of speaking) and that we're looking at another baby which equals more expenses as well as less income with my leave. And at the same time I want more kids maybe and Brent doesnt and no one's budging anywhere on that. Brent was very grateful that I took the effort to look at adoption... (average cost about $30,000 unless you foster-to-adopt and risk having the kids taken back from you after you've had them for a while which is something I definitly don't want to risk. If we adopt, we keep the kid (s). If we don't adopt, I'm not bringing them into my home.) but at the same time he just said "that means alot to me" and that was that. I spent 3 hours to have him say "that means alot to me." I took a love language test and I tied for words of affrimation and acts of service. That made sense to me because I feel loved when he tells me he appretiates something about as much as I feel loved when he does something for me. It upset me that he didn't really take time to appretiate what I spent time on yesterday when I had no interest in it.
Well I talked to Brent on his lunch and told him I'm tired of feeling sad and tired and stressed out and I thought that was why I wasn't really making alot of efforts to make him happy lately (apart from when we started fighting). I told him I didn't know why I feel so badly but that I do and I don't want it to be like this but I don't know what to do about it because I just can't handle anything else right now and a rocky point in our marriage should be priority #1 and I have a hard time worrying about it or anything else for that matter. He suggested that maybe I should get up in the mornings with him at 5:45 and do yoga while he works out. Maybe if I get up early and get those "happy endorphines" going that I will have a better day. Well, that makes sense if I can indeed drag myself out of bed at 6am.
So tomorrow, yoga at 6am it is, followed by breakfast and a shower before the kids wake up at 7am. Maybe all I need is some time to myself and to share with Brent every morning before I'm exhausted. I'll blog about how it goes.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
OK
So today's a bit better than yesterday.
No screaming and fighting and being angry with Brent today (or last night). I backed down alot (I'm attempting very hard to be respectful of my God-given leader) and he's trying really hard to be more understanding. We still disagree about having more kids - but he did admit that he might feel different if he felt like he got a respectable amount of love and attention, and didn't feel like he had to fight the kids for it. Well, I guess I can understand that. So, I asked him for 3 things that I could do to help make him see that I love him. #1) kiss him more often, like I used to (as opposed to the current G rated peck) #2) wear nightgowns instead of pants and sweatshirst to bed (because I cuddle more when I do) and #3) spend some time with him and just him - dinner, movie, play video games, a walk, whatever. Those? I can handle. Those are simple tiny things that I can handle.
We've had alot of issues with the fact that we have two VERY different love languages. Brent is very physical - not (always) sexy stuff but like holding hands, cuddling, rubbing his back, etc. When he tries to express love to me he usually gives me presents - flowers, chocolate, a nice dinner. I'm very much a Quality Time person - talking about our days, talking about the kids, going to dinner as a family, looking at furniture or toys or books or anything together. When I try to express my love to him is usually in an act of service - clean the house, mow the lawn, clean his car, have dinner ready before he gets home. Well - you can see the problem. Obviously no one feels like they're getting attention or loved and both of us try very hard!! We know this about ourselves and we're alot better about it than we used to be, but it's still really hard because I go to show him how clean the house is and he doesn't appretiate it (well he does but not how I want him to) and he makes me dinner and I don't appretiate it like he wants me to - and everyone gets frusterated. This is a constant struggle for us and we just straight up forget what it is that our partner needs/wants in our effort to show them how much we love them. I'm seriously considering just making a big poster for our fridge that states his love language and my love language and things that will make us feel loved. I really am gonna do that today (LOL) and see how that helps.
It's so easy with the kids - Alina just comes up and says "Mommy I want to snuggle." Raziel wants to play with you. They're so matter-of-fact. I wish it wasn't so complicated to figure out Brent. I guess it's my own fault because I know what his love languages are and I'm still speaking a different language... Oh well, maybe this poster idea will help.
In the meantime, today I am researching on adoption. Brent has always expressed interest in adoption and I've never really been interested... but I want more kids maybe and Brent doesn't neccessarily but maybe if we were adopting he'd be more open to it. Adoption is very common in our church - there's 4 families with adopted kids... Craig (our pastor)& Susan adopted 2 kids from Bulgaria... Jason (worship leader)& Tiffany adopted a teenager from our area.... and Chelle and (I don't know his name come to think of it) adopted thier youngest from Korea. Brent's been exposed to it alot and exposed to mostly situations that worked out really well. So, today I am looking into it mostly to become more educated about it and see if it's even something we could consider in 5ish years or so. I don't know if we'd do it - or if we're called to do it or we want to do it or will do it so don't jump to conclusions, but what I do know is that I want to make Brent understand that I listen to him and his opinion matters. So, research I will. I'm interested. I'm going to post what I find out about it in a later blog.
Anyways, that's my life for the day and that's what's going on in my life.
No screaming and fighting and being angry with Brent today (or last night). I backed down alot (I'm attempting very hard to be respectful of my God-given leader) and he's trying really hard to be more understanding. We still disagree about having more kids - but he did admit that he might feel different if he felt like he got a respectable amount of love and attention, and didn't feel like he had to fight the kids for it. Well, I guess I can understand that. So, I asked him for 3 things that I could do to help make him see that I love him. #1) kiss him more often, like I used to (as opposed to the current G rated peck) #2) wear nightgowns instead of pants and sweatshirst to bed (because I cuddle more when I do) and #3) spend some time with him and just him - dinner, movie, play video games, a walk, whatever. Those? I can handle. Those are simple tiny things that I can handle.
We've had alot of issues with the fact that we have two VERY different love languages. Brent is very physical - not (always) sexy stuff but like holding hands, cuddling, rubbing his back, etc. When he tries to express love to me he usually gives me presents - flowers, chocolate, a nice dinner. I'm very much a Quality Time person - talking about our days, talking about the kids, going to dinner as a family, looking at furniture or toys or books or anything together. When I try to express my love to him is usually in an act of service - clean the house, mow the lawn, clean his car, have dinner ready before he gets home. Well - you can see the problem. Obviously no one feels like they're getting attention or loved and both of us try very hard!! We know this about ourselves and we're alot better about it than we used to be, but it's still really hard because I go to show him how clean the house is and he doesn't appretiate it (well he does but not how I want him to) and he makes me dinner and I don't appretiate it like he wants me to - and everyone gets frusterated. This is a constant struggle for us and we just straight up forget what it is that our partner needs/wants in our effort to show them how much we love them. I'm seriously considering just making a big poster for our fridge that states his love language and my love language and things that will make us feel loved. I really am gonna do that today (LOL) and see how that helps.
It's so easy with the kids - Alina just comes up and says "Mommy I want to snuggle." Raziel wants to play with you. They're so matter-of-fact. I wish it wasn't so complicated to figure out Brent. I guess it's my own fault because I know what his love languages are and I'm still speaking a different language... Oh well, maybe this poster idea will help.
In the meantime, today I am researching on adoption. Brent has always expressed interest in adoption and I've never really been interested... but I want more kids maybe and Brent doesn't neccessarily but maybe if we were adopting he'd be more open to it. Adoption is very common in our church - there's 4 families with adopted kids... Craig (our pastor)& Susan adopted 2 kids from Bulgaria... Jason (worship leader)& Tiffany adopted a teenager from our area.... and Chelle and (I don't know his name come to think of it) adopted thier youngest from Korea. Brent's been exposed to it alot and exposed to mostly situations that worked out really well. So, today I am looking into it mostly to become more educated about it and see if it's even something we could consider in 5ish years or so. I don't know if we'd do it - or if we're called to do it or we want to do it or will do it so don't jump to conclusions, but what I do know is that I want to make Brent understand that I listen to him and his opinion matters. So, research I will. I'm interested. I'm going to post what I find out about it in a later blog.
Anyways, that's my life for the day and that's what's going on in my life.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Stressed Out
Today is not a good day.
Brent and I went on a date last night and ended up in a big fight and we didn't even eat our dinner, just packed it into boxes and took it home to have for lunch today. He and I are on totally different pages right now for alot of reasons - the most prominent is that I'm not sure I want this to be our last baby, and he is ready to be done having kids. The reason it even came up was because I went to my friend Tamara's house on Sunday and had lunch with her and hung out letting our kids play together (though hers are like 6,9 and 12 and my kids are almost 3 and 1). Tamara and I talk about all sorts of things and the topic of getting your tubes tied vs getting your husband to have the operation came up. It was nice to know someone else who understood I wasn't neccesarily wanting more than 3 kids but I wasn't ready to make that decision permanent. Brent and I always had said he'd just get the operation done so we wouldn't have to worry about it (because we're incredibly fertile and regular birth control doesn't seem to work well for us) but it apparently increases the chances of prostate cancer by a large percent and so I figured I'd chat with Brent casually about it... and it blew up into a big fight about how he wasn't getting to spend time with me (as a couple vs as a family) already and he was ready for this to be the last one so they could grow up and take care of eachother and play by themselves more often so we could actually have a relationship. Well, this shocked me because I thought we were doing well -- I've been so happy... I love being a mommy and having my family all together... and it's not that he doesn't love the kids he just misses having just me sometimes.
So of course that was a big fight and I didn't go to sleep until 3 am because I was so upset and then Alina woke up 3 times and wanted to snuggle so I went and laid in her bed for a while each time and then by the time I finally fell into a half state of sleep Brent's alarm went off because he opened today. So I didn't sleep. And I have a bad headache. And my stomach aches because I didn't eat well last night and my re-warmed shrimp was very greasy. And I'm frusterated because Brent thought he would get to work a split shift at work and someone didn't ever show up to work so he just had to open and will have to work late, so effectively he's not coming up here to have lunch with me. And, of course, today has been particularly frusterating because my co-worker lost someoene's phone and keeps asking me where it is (I don't know, and it's not my responsibility) and I've had stupid customers wanting stupid things and making stupid demands and I just don't have the patience for it and on top of it all I'm worried about how tonight will go and if Brent and I will fight more or if we'll be happy and just enjoy the night or what. And I'm pregnant, so I'm more needy and emotional and I just break out in tears every 30 minutes because of silly little things and I just can't find a way to relax. We even made a $200 comission this month (I didn't expect any) and I'm not ecstatic because I'm just stressed out and tired and can't get happy about much of anything.
On top of it all, I feel like I've been waiting on God forever. I am waiting to be released to minister, to put my gifts into action somewhere, something - anything - to be involved in my church. Right now I go every Sunday - without Brent because he can't get off - and participate but that's it. We're going to participate in a leadership training course in January but it's forever away. In the meantime I've been studying and asking questions of a woman I consider very mature - she's 73 after all - and kind of discipling under her. And, I asked her specifically about something I've been studying and how to incorperate that into my life and how to apply it and her answer was that I need to wait on God's timing. I feel like I've been waiting for my life to start for years and I know I'm only 22 but I can't help be frusterated that we're at a standstill on the film, we are in the most frusterating waiting point with this baby (not soon enough to count weeks, but far along enough to be uncomfortable and weepy), and we're at a standstill in our finances... at least we're not sliding backwards like we normally are (thanks to some close dear people for helping solidify us) but I'm so ready to be advancing and making progress and it's just not happening.
And all of this just makes me weepy-er and sadder and ready to lay down and feel sorry for myself but realistically when I get home I have dishes and a lawn to mow (but its raining again) and laundry to fold and a bathroom to clean and a sink to repair. I have been keeping on a worship cd in my car to remind me to focus on God in the midst of my frusterations and I just feel more lonely and more empty most of the time because God keeps saying "just wait on my timing" and I'm ready to be doing something - experiencing something, or growing into something new... anything to make life more enjoyable and more bareable.
Brent and I went on a date last night and ended up in a big fight and we didn't even eat our dinner, just packed it into boxes and took it home to have for lunch today. He and I are on totally different pages right now for alot of reasons - the most prominent is that I'm not sure I want this to be our last baby, and he is ready to be done having kids. The reason it even came up was because I went to my friend Tamara's house on Sunday and had lunch with her and hung out letting our kids play together (though hers are like 6,9 and 12 and my kids are almost 3 and 1). Tamara and I talk about all sorts of things and the topic of getting your tubes tied vs getting your husband to have the operation came up. It was nice to know someone else who understood I wasn't neccesarily wanting more than 3 kids but I wasn't ready to make that decision permanent. Brent and I always had said he'd just get the operation done so we wouldn't have to worry about it (because we're incredibly fertile and regular birth control doesn't seem to work well for us) but it apparently increases the chances of prostate cancer by a large percent and so I figured I'd chat with Brent casually about it... and it blew up into a big fight about how he wasn't getting to spend time with me (as a couple vs as a family) already and he was ready for this to be the last one so they could grow up and take care of eachother and play by themselves more often so we could actually have a relationship. Well, this shocked me because I thought we were doing well -- I've been so happy... I love being a mommy and having my family all together... and it's not that he doesn't love the kids he just misses having just me sometimes.
So of course that was a big fight and I didn't go to sleep until 3 am because I was so upset and then Alina woke up 3 times and wanted to snuggle so I went and laid in her bed for a while each time and then by the time I finally fell into a half state of sleep Brent's alarm went off because he opened today. So I didn't sleep. And I have a bad headache. And my stomach aches because I didn't eat well last night and my re-warmed shrimp was very greasy. And I'm frusterated because Brent thought he would get to work a split shift at work and someone didn't ever show up to work so he just had to open and will have to work late, so effectively he's not coming up here to have lunch with me. And, of course, today has been particularly frusterating because my co-worker lost someoene's phone and keeps asking me where it is (I don't know, and it's not my responsibility) and I've had stupid customers wanting stupid things and making stupid demands and I just don't have the patience for it and on top of it all I'm worried about how tonight will go and if Brent and I will fight more or if we'll be happy and just enjoy the night or what. And I'm pregnant, so I'm more needy and emotional and I just break out in tears every 30 minutes because of silly little things and I just can't find a way to relax. We even made a $200 comission this month (I didn't expect any) and I'm not ecstatic because I'm just stressed out and tired and can't get happy about much of anything.
On top of it all, I feel like I've been waiting on God forever. I am waiting to be released to minister, to put my gifts into action somewhere, something - anything - to be involved in my church. Right now I go every Sunday - without Brent because he can't get off - and participate but that's it. We're going to participate in a leadership training course in January but it's forever away. In the meantime I've been studying and asking questions of a woman I consider very mature - she's 73 after all - and kind of discipling under her. And, I asked her specifically about something I've been studying and how to incorperate that into my life and how to apply it and her answer was that I need to wait on God's timing. I feel like I've been waiting for my life to start for years and I know I'm only 22 but I can't help be frusterated that we're at a standstill on the film, we are in the most frusterating waiting point with this baby (not soon enough to count weeks, but far along enough to be uncomfortable and weepy), and we're at a standstill in our finances... at least we're not sliding backwards like we normally are (thanks to some close dear people for helping solidify us) but I'm so ready to be advancing and making progress and it's just not happening.
And all of this just makes me weepy-er and sadder and ready to lay down and feel sorry for myself but realistically when I get home I have dishes and a lawn to mow (but its raining again) and laundry to fold and a bathroom to clean and a sink to repair. I have been keeping on a worship cd in my car to remind me to focus on God in the midst of my frusterations and I just feel more lonely and more empty most of the time because God keeps saying "just wait on my timing" and I'm ready to be doing something - experiencing something, or growing into something new... anything to make life more enjoyable and more bareable.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Lunch with an Almost-Stranger
Well I guess that's the best way to describe it, really.
I met Annette Webb a few weeks ago when she had problems with her phone. She came into my store and I fixed it for her. Then about two or three days ago she came into my store asking how to get files from her past phone records and I've been working out with subpeona compliance to get her records for court. Today she called me bright and early when I got into the office and asked if I wanted to do lunch. I was sort of caught off guard... sure, I've been nice and everything but didn't think she'd want to do lunch or be like my best friend or anything! So I told her I was really broke and she said she'd pay so I accepted because I really didn't want to be rude and she's nice enough anyway.
She came over just after 12 and we went to a local Mexican resturant and had Pollo Loco (basically mexi rice, chicken and cheese sauce. My ABSOLUTE favorite) and just chatted about her life, my life, and the crazy guy that's taking her to court. She moved here from Missouri and really doesn't know anyone besides crazy man that she used to have a relationship with (and doesn't anymore). So it was interesting... I can't remember the last time I've made friends anyone really that I totally didn't know or know anyone that knew them. It was definitly a new experience but I really enjoyed lunch and agreed that we should do it again sometime. I didn't expect to actually have alot of conversation that was of substance because she's in her 30-somethings and I'm like 22 but she was really talkative and I am too (LOL) and conversation just flowed.
So I've got the whole subpoena situation taken care of now, the files are on the way to the court and I'm no longer held to the situation. We'll see if I ever see her again. It's interesting, you know? I wonder if we'll ever be friends for real.
Now, I have crazy woman in here - her name is Karen. She's bi-polar or something, I'm not kidding either. She's begged, borrowed and stolen from Bob (my manager) and taken advantage of him at every chance she can. She has so many issues it's not funny. And today, she's back in here borrowing his phone to make some calls. She picked up 2 pregnant high schoolers down the side of the road and told them to get in. They asked to go somewhere they could buy drugs, then to go to the pawn shop to sell some jewlery. She wouldn't take them to either place. She took them to her house, fed them and gave them something to drink, and then brought them here - why? I'm not really sure. She came in here talking about picking them up and how they were pretty and she wasn't taking them to the pawn shop everything and this weird man that was in here paying his bill went outside, told them something (my guess is he'd take them wherever they wanted to go) and they got in his car and left. Since then, Karen's been in here hollering and fussing about how she can't do all that.
My work can be so complicated sometimes - and the problems are never really mine. It's only on rare occasions, but today is one of those days that's just stupid crazy.
I met Annette Webb a few weeks ago when she had problems with her phone. She came into my store and I fixed it for her. Then about two or three days ago she came into my store asking how to get files from her past phone records and I've been working out with subpeona compliance to get her records for court. Today she called me bright and early when I got into the office and asked if I wanted to do lunch. I was sort of caught off guard... sure, I've been nice and everything but didn't think she'd want to do lunch or be like my best friend or anything! So I told her I was really broke and she said she'd pay so I accepted because I really didn't want to be rude and she's nice enough anyway.
She came over just after 12 and we went to a local Mexican resturant and had Pollo Loco (basically mexi rice, chicken and cheese sauce. My ABSOLUTE favorite) and just chatted about her life, my life, and the crazy guy that's taking her to court. She moved here from Missouri and really doesn't know anyone besides crazy man that she used to have a relationship with (and doesn't anymore). So it was interesting... I can't remember the last time I've made friends anyone really that I totally didn't know or know anyone that knew them. It was definitly a new experience but I really enjoyed lunch and agreed that we should do it again sometime. I didn't expect to actually have alot of conversation that was of substance because she's in her 30-somethings and I'm like 22 but she was really talkative and I am too (LOL) and conversation just flowed.
So I've got the whole subpoena situation taken care of now, the files are on the way to the court and I'm no longer held to the situation. We'll see if I ever see her again. It's interesting, you know? I wonder if we'll ever be friends for real.
Now, I have crazy woman in here - her name is Karen. She's bi-polar or something, I'm not kidding either. She's begged, borrowed and stolen from Bob (my manager) and taken advantage of him at every chance she can. She has so many issues it's not funny. And today, she's back in here borrowing his phone to make some calls. She picked up 2 pregnant high schoolers down the side of the road and told them to get in. They asked to go somewhere they could buy drugs, then to go to the pawn shop to sell some jewlery. She wouldn't take them to either place. She took them to her house, fed them and gave them something to drink, and then brought them here - why? I'm not really sure. She came in here talking about picking them up and how they were pretty and she wasn't taking them to the pawn shop everything and this weird man that was in here paying his bill went outside, told them something (my guess is he'd take them wherever they wanted to go) and they got in his car and left. Since then, Karen's been in here hollering and fussing about how she can't do all that.
My work can be so complicated sometimes - and the problems are never really mine. It's only on rare occasions, but today is one of those days that's just stupid crazy.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Alina Slept!!
So I was so terrified to leave a space heater on all night - that's such a big fire hazard, you know? And of all places to have a fire hazard, my baby's room? NO WAY! So Brent suggested to let it run for a while and warm the room and then switch it to the fan function on the space heater. He said it was probably that she's used to the noise of her fan and now that we aren't using her fan she wakes up because of the lack of white noise.
So. I ran the heat for a while, crept in and switched it to the fan, and when I got up to give Raziel a bottle at 7am, switched it back to heat. She slept so well that I had to actually wake her up at 8:15 and tell her it was time to get ready to go. She smiled big and got up and got her little cup of Fruit Loops off her little table and climbed back in bed to eat them while she watched Raziel play. Both of them were in such good moods this morning!
Now I just need to figure out where my other 2 space heaters got put away and I can do the same in Raziel's room and our room... getting the rooms toasty so we don't all freeze! Brent and I have decided that Raziel doesn't seem to have the same fondness for the cold that Alina does. She has always been just like Brent in this way -- even when she was an itty bitty baby she didn't want socks on in the winter because she would get too hot and be really fussy because of it. Raziel, on the other hand, is like me. Cold? No thank you. I'd perfer warmth and no chill. His little hands get all bluish purple in the mornings - and he can't wait for us to pick him up and hold him. It's really funny because if he'd just keep his hands under the blanket, he'd be fine, but he pulls it up around him and holds the edges - much like I do and have since I was small.
Something I've noticed in the process of swapping from summer to winter clothes is the following. Raziel (13 months) is wearing 18mo clothes. Alina (34 months) is still wearing 2T/24mos - and some are too big. LOL I can't get over how big Raziel is compared to Alina. She is so itty bitty and he's getting bigger by the day! I pulled out his little halloween costume that was 9 months and I was so sure would fit him and it turns out it's really too small! He wore it last night (cuz its like a fuzzy footie pajama thing with a little hoodie and a little tail) and I hope it stretched out enough for him to wear it in 2 weeks because he's adorable in it. If it's really too little, I have Alina's 18mo monkey costume from last year and I know that will work.
The upside to this is that we started inheriting clothes when Alina was 18 months and so we have some boyish things that Raziel can wear - sweaters and jackets specifically. So they both have a light and heavy jacket as well as regular long sleeved clothes and footie pj's. I have to figure out what I'm gonna do with Raziel because now that it's winter he's peeing alot in his sleep again and everything (including jammies) are getting wet and therefore cold. I can't remember if I changed his diaper at 7 when I got a bottle... I know I did at 8:20 right before we left... but I don't really know what to do besides dry diaper when I put him down and then change all his clothes and sheets and blankets. But at this rate I'm washing his clothes every other day because he's only got 3 pairs of footie pj's!
That's life for now.
So. I ran the heat for a while, crept in and switched it to the fan, and when I got up to give Raziel a bottle at 7am, switched it back to heat. She slept so well that I had to actually wake her up at 8:15 and tell her it was time to get ready to go. She smiled big and got up and got her little cup of Fruit Loops off her little table and climbed back in bed to eat them while she watched Raziel play. Both of them were in such good moods this morning!
Now I just need to figure out where my other 2 space heaters got put away and I can do the same in Raziel's room and our room... getting the rooms toasty so we don't all freeze! Brent and I have decided that Raziel doesn't seem to have the same fondness for the cold that Alina does. She has always been just like Brent in this way -- even when she was an itty bitty baby she didn't want socks on in the winter because she would get too hot and be really fussy because of it. Raziel, on the other hand, is like me. Cold? No thank you. I'd perfer warmth and no chill. His little hands get all bluish purple in the mornings - and he can't wait for us to pick him up and hold him. It's really funny because if he'd just keep his hands under the blanket, he'd be fine, but he pulls it up around him and holds the edges - much like I do and have since I was small.
Something I've noticed in the process of swapping from summer to winter clothes is the following. Raziel (13 months) is wearing 18mo clothes. Alina (34 months) is still wearing 2T/24mos - and some are too big. LOL I can't get over how big Raziel is compared to Alina. She is so itty bitty and he's getting bigger by the day! I pulled out his little halloween costume that was 9 months and I was so sure would fit him and it turns out it's really too small! He wore it last night (cuz its like a fuzzy footie pajama thing with a little hoodie and a little tail) and I hope it stretched out enough for him to wear it in 2 weeks because he's adorable in it. If it's really too little, I have Alina's 18mo monkey costume from last year and I know that will work.
The upside to this is that we started inheriting clothes when Alina was 18 months and so we have some boyish things that Raziel can wear - sweaters and jackets specifically. So they both have a light and heavy jacket as well as regular long sleeved clothes and footie pj's. I have to figure out what I'm gonna do with Raziel because now that it's winter he's peeing alot in his sleep again and everything (including jammies) are getting wet and therefore cold. I can't remember if I changed his diaper at 7 when I got a bottle... I know I did at 8:20 right before we left... but I don't really know what to do besides dry diaper when I put him down and then change all his clothes and sheets and blankets. But at this rate I'm washing his clothes every other day because he's only got 3 pairs of footie pj's!
That's life for now.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Frost on the Windows
This morning when I woke up it was cold!!! When I left? 38 degrees. That's right. 38. MAN that's cold. I didn't have to scrape the ice off my car because it was sitting in the sun and had melted partially so I was just able to swoosh it off with my windshield wipers. But, when I got to my office where the heat hadn't been on all weekend (to conserve energy) it was 55!! I wore my gloves for the first hour I was here and kicked on the heat to warm the place up until it got to about 72, which is more comfortable. It's crazy because last year on Halloween I wore a skirt and tank top - and wasn't that cold. This year they're talking about how its supposed to be colder... well I guess that's pretty darn acurate.
So I'm beginning to think Alina will NEVER sleep all night again. For the last week she's been waking up 2 or 3 times during the night. Last night Brent got up twice and I got up once - my turn was at 4am. I don't know exactly what's going on... She's fed, dressed warmly (it's cold in the house too) and she's got juice, her blanket and her doggy. But, she wakes up and cries/screams and freaks out. Last night I left the space heater going for an hour or so when she went to bed so that it was toasty in there and it was nippy when I went in at 4 so I turned the heater back on and she slept well from then on. I really don't like the thought of leaving the heaters going all night cause it's a fire hazard but it they're all cold like they were this morning, even in their footie PJ's and under their blankets, I might have to at least periodically turn them on throughout the night. I'm not sure how to do that without going into their rooms and risk waking them - which is not something I want to do at all. I'm considering a power strip in the hall and the space heaters right on their side of the doors so I can turn them on and off without going into the room... maybe... I don't know honestly.
Well it is nice though. I love sweaters and wraps and jackets and things - and it's nice to pull them and my fuzzy fleece PJ's back out. I will never be like Brent and my kids - running around in short sleeves and jeans in 60 degree weather and not noticing... At least they put on jackets when it hits 50. But, I am getting more and more accustomed to enjoying the cold. They say our first snow will be in November this year (its usually January)- I hope it does snow because they kids are going to love it!!
So I'm beginning to think Alina will NEVER sleep all night again. For the last week she's been waking up 2 or 3 times during the night. Last night Brent got up twice and I got up once - my turn was at 4am. I don't know exactly what's going on... She's fed, dressed warmly (it's cold in the house too) and she's got juice, her blanket and her doggy. But, she wakes up and cries/screams and freaks out. Last night I left the space heater going for an hour or so when she went to bed so that it was toasty in there and it was nippy when I went in at 4 so I turned the heater back on and she slept well from then on. I really don't like the thought of leaving the heaters going all night cause it's a fire hazard but it they're all cold like they were this morning, even in their footie PJ's and under their blankets, I might have to at least periodically turn them on throughout the night. I'm not sure how to do that without going into their rooms and risk waking them - which is not something I want to do at all. I'm considering a power strip in the hall and the space heaters right on their side of the doors so I can turn them on and off without going into the room... maybe... I don't know honestly.
Well it is nice though. I love sweaters and wraps and jackets and things - and it's nice to pull them and my fuzzy fleece PJ's back out. I will never be like Brent and my kids - running around in short sleeves and jeans in 60 degree weather and not noticing... At least they put on jackets when it hits 50. But, I am getting more and more accustomed to enjoying the cold. They say our first snow will be in November this year (its usually January)- I hope it does snow because they kids are going to love it!!
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