31 posts from March 2008

Ever since they called it "Spring" here, it's been 30-40 degrees and snowing. None of it sticks, unless you're south of Seattle. But that's a good thing: It gives the news reporters something to talk about. 

I used to have a way to explain seasons here in the NW: Wet&Windy, Wet&Cold, Wet&Wet, and Dry-for-2-weeks-in-the-middle-of-August.

We are supposed to be transitioning into Wet&Wet, but we seem to be stuck in Wet&Cold.

And now for something completely different...

One of my kid's teachers emailed me this morning to tell me my kid was doing a great job and that he pulled him out of class yesterday just to tell him so. I think teachers like that are awesome. And another teacher emailed me this morning to tell me my kid gets to skip a level in math next year. His registration form is due in a couple of days, so it's been on my mind what math to sign him up for. Maybe my kid's teachers had a meeting about him this morning or something. I'm ok with that... I've been on his ass about everything since The Incident, so the good news is keeping me from selling him.

On that note, thanks all for your advice about the school activity/participation thing. We're going to sit down and go over the registration stuff on Sunday, and I feel like I am prepared to address activity/participation as well.

Y'all have a great weekend. I won't be around much... gotta raise some hell and get busy livin'.

I swear 99.9% of my vox peeps are cat owners, and they are prolific in their pro-cat posts. ;) So I, as a dog owner, must keep up with the jonzes, so to speak. (Chillax, I'm just kidding.)

Parsley hurt her foot somehow. I think it was when she tried to race with the rescued Greyhound at the park the other day. She's fast, but those Greyhounds are way faster. The only way you can really tell she's injured here, is that she can't dig. Mini dachshunds are bred for digging. When you can't do what you're bred to do... it's disheartening. I just hope I don't have to take her into the vet, because I could use that cash for other things right now.

Anyway... Pepper the pug and Parsley the little shit follow:

Oh people. Tonight was a waste. It started with my kid needing to replace his lightbulbs and ended with my chin doing the samba on almost each and every step on the ladder. Don't be surprised if I end up with yet another root canal in a month or so. My bone disease doesn't like it when I slam my jaw together. Bones and teeth are very intertwined. Ask my dentist. Better yet, ask my endodontist! Once I killed a tooth simply by grinding my teeth at night. I honestly remember waking myself up with that one and thinking "I'm gonna pay for that one... " And I did. :(

And by the way, falling off ladders fekking HURTS – bone disease or NOT.

Do you ever start a job out and just feel like things aren't quite right? And that maybe you should stop? That was me tonight.

The end result was that NONE of the lightbulbs I replaced worked, and I am an injured soul. I should have just let my kid do his lightbulbs and left it at that.

Yep. I should have left well enough alone. STORY OF MY LIFE, PEOPLE. STORY. OF. MY. LIFE.

June likes to post bento boxes on her vox every once in a while. You should check them out, they rock. They inspire me. And make me hungry. I'd like to do a bento, but I'm not organized enough. Maybe eventually. Good thing I work at home and can just go see what's in my fridge. I had a ton of leftover veggies from Easter (I made a greek salad, which was awesome). So my lunch today was pasta primavera, and I now have a new favorite vegetable: Orange peppers.

Damn those suckers are tasty.

Oh – Also, I would have taken a picture but I ate it.

I'm going to go take a nap. I worked til 2am again, then up at 6. I can't do this like I used to. Nighty night y'all...

Don't worry. I'll be posting some Pollack and Kandinsky eventually, so it will all even out in the long run. ;)

Enjoy!

I've got a dilemma and I know there are a ton of parents on Vox, so I just thought what a better way to get some ideas? I'm a bit lost on how to get my 14 year old to participate in school next year. He's getting to an age where I just can't make him. I'd like to just tell him to, but I don't think that's the smartest way to go about this.

My kid is going into high school next year. I would like him to be involved in something at school, like he's always been. He can't do sports because of his heart disease, and he's not into academics, other than math. I cannot get him to do any of the scholastic activities like Math club or whatever. He's capable and gets very good grades, but he is more concerned with the social stigma. (thanks to his dumber friends who give him crap about excelling in school).

So the compromise has been music. He's very good, and currently is in band, jazz band, and marching band. All of these are socially acceptable activities among his peers, and keep him involved in school and positive friends.

He's just told me he doesn't want to audition for (or be in) jazz band and/or show band (which is the marching band of the HS he's going into) next year. These are both nationally acclaimed, competitive bands, so being in either one will keep him involved and active.

I know he's telling me he doesn't want to do it because the friends that he has right now are losers and don't do a damn thing in terms of school activities. But I want him to do something, and band has always been the mutually accepted activity. I also know he's more resistant to scholastic clubs than he is music clubs.

How does one get their kid to do something in school at this age, when they are no longer willing? He wants to do nothing and that's not an option.

People who gossip are the absolute crappiest people to deal with on a daily basis. People I am close to don't gossip. They've figured out the same thing I have, and that's probably why we're friends. :)

I didn't come to this conclusion because I take some higher road (because I don't – anyone who reads my personal posts can see that). It's because I know the second I turn around, whatever you are doing to whomever you are gossiping about, is the same damn thing you'll be doing to me.

Think about it. Next time you want to start gossiping with someone, think about what they say about YOU when you're not around. And realize that you are revealing a helluva lot about yourself when you indulge, especially when it's negative. You're telling me other people's misfortune is your hobby, and I can't trust you with a damn thing.

Sometimes all you have in life is your word. Is that really how you want to waste it?

It's not rocket science, people. Get a clue.

Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?

Because I am acerbic and don't have a lot of any patience for stupid people.

2 marketing campaigns I'm not sick of yet currently enjoying:

mytalkingstain.com: Tide (I think). Some guy has a stain on his shirt and that's all you can hear. It's very akin to that scene with Steve Carrell and Jim Carrey in Bruce Almightly. Hilarious.

Pedigree's Adoption Drive. I love those commercials. They make me cry, even the good ones. :)

Stupid people are pissing me off today and it's not even 8am.