5 posts tagged “misc”

1. We leave for Mexico next Friday. First trip ever without the kids. I'm
excited/nervous/excited/nervous. Repeat ad nauseum. Depending on how next
week goes, I will either run on to the plane like a crazy person just giddy
at the prospect of spending five days in paradise with her hubby sans
kiddos, or someone will have to shove two klonopin down my throat and drag
me on to the plane by my hair. You just never know how it'll be. Why? Cuz
part of me can't wait to go, and the other part is worried about leaving her
kids for five whole days. Gulp.

2. Speaking of hair, I got my hair cut. Like, really cut. It is up to the
nape of my neck in a cool 80s hipster stacked bob thingy. It is presently
thrown up in a cheap plastic headband but when I actually take (have) the
time to do blow it out, flat-iron, shine and spritz it up, it looks quite
schnazzy. Additionally, my hairdresser foiled it with three different
tones: a rich brown, an auburn and golden blonde for highlights. She deemed
this little work of art "autumn harvest." Given my complete lack of
consistency and follow up re: my hair, I wonder how long before my roots get
so bad from neglect, the blonde highlights are ashy and dirty looking, such
that I go from "autumn harvest" to "white trash ho-bag in need of a dye
job"? I should take a picture before it gets like that, huh?

3. Katie and her pee issues. Her urinalysis came back from the lab totally
clean. So, we've been referred to the Dove
Center at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. The problem is still a
problem. During her party Wednesday at school, she went to the bathroom
four times. Before school each morning, she goes at least four to five times before we
even get out the door. I try to talk to her about it, but she doesn't seem
to be able to articulate what, if anything, might be causing her to go. I
am not going to push the issue anymore. We see them on the 27th, and I hope
then we'll get some further guidance.

4. Last I heard, my BIL and future SIL have set a date for their wedding:
July 11, 2009. I am so damn excited, and also thrilled because that date is
special for Shawn and I as well. We will be together 17 years on that
date. Weddings are so much fun. And this one is particularly special since
the four of us are in it. Should be interesting to see what Jon does in a
tux.

5. I register for spring classes today. Litigation and Civil Procedure and
Business Law I. Woo-freakin-hoo. Actually the former should be a
breeze--spent the early part of my adulthood as a litigation secretary. I'm
excited about Bus Law, tho. That's one area I'm not all that acquainted
with, so hopefully I'll get a lot out of it.

Ba dee ba dee ba dee, dat's all folks!

My good girlie friend Kristine, a.k.a. Krissy, or the Future Mrs. Andrew Young, is one of my classmates at Drexel.  But, she's not just my classmate -- she's one of the sweetest, most endearing, thoughtful friends I've ever known and I'm blessed beyond my boobs to have her in my life.  We were having one of our weekly e-mail bitch sessions the other night.  As per usual, our whining consisted of complaining about the amount of homework and reading we have to do this quarter.  And, GAH, the READING!  My eyes are about to bleed!  I'm going to need Lasik after this quarter. 

When we're not whining about the homework, then we moan about our professors, who range from the Crisco pie crust flaky variety who never reply to emails or grade assignments until, like, right before the quarter ends, so you sit there wondering all the six weeks where the hell you stand.  Or, conversely, they did their graduate work at the Gestapo School of Professional Ball Breaking and wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.  "What, you've been sick and puking your guts up for 24 hours?  Suck it up, that's no excuse to turn your assignment in late!" 

Then we digressed into whining about our personal lives, specifically our women troubles.  I'm due for my favorite aunt to arrive next week.  Oh joy, just in time to pack her bloated, miserable and bitchy ass in my suitcase with me as I embark on a four day Carnival cruise with a group of my mommy pals from my message board.  You know when your PMS is bad when even YOU can't stand to be around yourself. 

Somehow our ovaries had a meeting in the last year and a half and decided that it would be just too damn convenient to have us be miserable and whiny at the same time each month.  Did I mention how much I rely on her to keep me organized and together?  She's like my own personal live Palm Pilot, except she's cuter and sweeter and I can't push her nose and turn on solitaire (and don't think I haven't tried!)

So we're both feeling the joy of PMS this week.  She had me cracking up when she said "I've been eating chocolate this week like it's my damn job," and I, in turn, spit Diet Pepsi all over my keyboard.  I told her that I would be using that somehow on the blog, but I could not do it without giving her proper reference for introducing me to the phrase.  I won't mention the part where I had to spell out what ROFLMAO meant in my reply ;-)

So there, now you can go forth and be the coolest of the cool like Krissy and me, using catchy cliche phrases and emailspeak like it's your damn job.  :0)

This post is untitled until I get enough caffeine in me to rename it something more witty . . .

The weekend went better than the week.  Until last night.  Katie got sick and threw up all over our bed.  Then in the middle of the night, Jonathan threw up all over our bed.  Good times.  Did you see the post below that our dryer is broken?

But, this morning my sweet, handsome and handy hubby went to the Sears Service & Part joint in Pennsauken (New Jersey) and got a new igniter for the Neptune and came home and replaced it.  Poof.  Dryer is now working!!! 

I really don't know how he does these things.  I think he was the Maytag repair guy in a past life.  How he can just figure out what is wrong with appliances, find the parts and fix them never ceases to amaze me.  The part was a piddly $32 bucks.  I imagine it would have cost a couple hundred easily to have someone come in and replace it.

So today, the agenda is to get caught up on the no less than 10 loads (yes, T-E-N) loads of laundry that have to be done. 

As for the kiddos, they seem to be doing better today.  I believe Katie's issue was she ate a little bit much for dinner and it just didn't agree with her.  She was fine the rest of the night and INSISTED she get to go to school today.  I let her go on the condition that if her stomach started feeling wonky again, she would tell her teacher immediately and have her either go to the nurse or have them call me to pick her up.  So far, no call. 

Jonathan seems to be doing ok, too.  Methinks he had an upset tummy from dinner, too.  He won't eat, but that's no different than any other non-sick day.  I've given up worrying about his eating.  For the most part when he does eat, he eats fairly healthy, so it's all good.  He's just going to be a skinny kid.  I imagine he'll be able to wear his summer clothes from last year.  That never happened with Katie--she went up a size almost every season.

In other news, I am on a mad search for graduate schools.  I visited an open house at Thomas Jefferson University this weekend with a couple of my classmates to check out their OT program.  Their program looks awesome.  It's a 2 1/2 year entry-level master's program.  The downside is the curriculum is very rigorous and classes and fieldwork meets during the week during the day, so I would have to severely cut my hours at work to part time.  I really don't know how we would be able to live on half my salary.  So that's been nagging at me all weekend. 

I then decided to broaden my program search to see what other OT programs are available in this area.  I stumbled upon a master's in occupational therapy program at Philadelphia University, which used to be the very posh Philadelphia College of Textile and Design.  The obvious benefit of this program is that they meet on Fridays and Saturdays during the day for eight weeks every other weekend.  In addition, you would be required to do additional activities on Blackboard (online learning) during the off weeks.  I'm no stranger to Blackboard -- we use it at Drexel already and I like it a lot.  The cost is about the same as Jefferson.  I'm hoping that with my honor status, grades and experience I could land a nice scholarship or graduate assistantship of some sort that would cover my tuition.  I would still be able to work and live, and would only need to cut Fridays, still working the 5 to 12:30 shift Monday through Thursday. 

I'm certainly feeling a lot better about this now.  It just might be doable.  Of course I would have to spend the next year getting all my pre-reqs done at Gloucester County, but the benefit of that is two fold:  (1) going part time will keep my loans in deferment; (2) I could get Jonathan into their awesome preschool program there at the Early Childhood Center, which is incredibly cheap and awesome from what I've heard.

I saw this on another blog and did a double take ... Disregard the black text below the orange text and read from left to right...yikes!!!

Today is MLK day. As in Martin Luther King, the greatest civil rights leader of all time. I have off from work tonight, a holiday bestowed upon us with the condition that we will put ourselves out in service to the public today. I do not think I am going to adequately fulfill that condition.

It is now 2 in the afternoon and the kids and I are STILL in our pajamas. Katie did not have school today, so we spent a good part of the morning laying in bed, drinking chocolate milk, snuggling and watching Handy Manny and Charlie & Lola on Playhouse Disney. Or, more accurately, they drank the chocolate milk and watched the cartoons while I attempted to squeeze in a few extra Z's while alternately getting poked and prodded by various fingers in my eyes, mouth, ears, etc.

I have accomplished exactly nothing today. Finding a DSL filter for the new phone we bought yesterday hardly qualifies as an accomplishment, and certainly doesn't fall anywhere in the realm of public service. I suppose the ONE redeeming factor is the ton of baby stuff, clothes and toys we put outside for Purple Heart to pick up today. Or should I say my dear husband put outside, bless his heart.

I guess I'm in a bit of a funk today. Must be the crappy weather coupled with my dear ol' aunt being in town. Blah. I guess everyone is entitled to a slug day every now and again.

Do you think if I brushed my hair and teeth and put some make up on, would that qualify as a public service? At the very least, I wouldn't scare the crap out of small kids and repulse them with my dinosaur breath. Hmmmmm....

Update: Well, I did manage to clean BOTH bathrooms -- so if perhaps some random person needs to use my bathroom, at least they won't catch e coli. So, there's my public service. :0)