i wasn't sure how to follow up the last post. i don't remember much about summer to post anything about july or august. then i started thinking about Z & school...
there's lots of catching up to do with Z. lots. this year hasn't gone as well as last, Z said early on his teacher was too nice. the school's VP did place him this year, but i guess options were limited; Z got a teacher that only has a couple of years of experience & she previously taught younger grades. it's hard to go in at a meet & greet & tell a bright eyed young teacher not to give your child an inch.
Z was visiting the VP's office the first week of school. he & another student were playing who can get the sharpest pencil game. Z won, although it was accident, she agreed, it wasn't a good game for someone who knows the VP so well. the girl leaned forward or something, Z pulled back but not enough & she ended up with the pencil poking her in the hand. there were a couple of other things, phone calls, visits, slips that sometimes made it home & sometimes they went in the school toilet.
the winner for the year (so far, we're only 1/2 way) is the story when the class was supposed to have quiet time to work on their assignments. according to Z he was being quiet & working while many in the class were talking, making noises, being distracting, etc. Z went to the teacher to complain that they were not following her instruction. i don't know what she said but Z returned to his desk to work. the noise continued & Z shushed everyone, but that didn't stop them either.
finally he'd had enough so he went back to the teacher explained to her again that he was doing what he was supposed to, that he was following the rules & the others weren't & just wasn't f-ing fair.
yes, plain & simple as that.
he was sent to the VP's office & i got a phone call asking that Z be provided with ear plugs.
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
the answer is - several
on thursday i had the joyful opportunity of experiencing my first mammogram. i had heard it was painful & i don't know, i guess i figured i'm tough, sort of....as it turns out i am not, well, my boobs aren't, that's for sure. mammograms are some sort of sadistic torture procedure in my opinion. i really, really had no idea you could squish a boob that much.
after the mammogram fun i waited & was called into another room for the ultrasound. the technician there told me the dr had viewed the results & although initially they were going to only scan to left side, he requested to have the right scanned as well. so she scanned & clicked & scanned & clicked, a lot. then she moved to the other side & scanned & clicked a whole lot more. i asked if that meant i had a lot of them & she said yes. of course she can't say anything, but really, this was intense. just tell me already!
she left to tell the dr she was done & said either she or he would return to tell me results. i assume dr came back if it was bad news. thankfully she came back, but i asked her if B could come & hear what she had to say. she said it was simple - that i just had many fluid filled cysts, both sides, it was very common & they were nothing to be really concerned about. she did go get B so we could view the ultrasounds with the dr. it wasn't cancer, wasn't pre-cancer, just fluid, most likely related to fluctuating hormones. i asked if i needed to keep my appt with the surgeon & he said i could, but he didn't see the need for it.
i did, under my primary care dr's advice, keep the appt with the surgeon though. she thought it was best to establish a baseline, in case there was a problem in the future, which i think is smart. even though the dr at the ultrasound office said it wasn't a big deal, i was still worried at the time of the appt though. he said the large one measured out at 2.8cm & that if i wanted he could drain it, but it could come back. i decided to wait & see how things are over the next couple of months.
i was advised by all the dr's to get familiar with my [abnormally] normal.
after the mammogram fun i waited & was called into another room for the ultrasound. the technician there told me the dr had viewed the results & although initially they were going to only scan to left side, he requested to have the right scanned as well. so she scanned & clicked & scanned & clicked, a lot. then she moved to the other side & scanned & clicked a whole lot more. i asked if that meant i had a lot of them & she said yes. of course she can't say anything, but really, this was intense. just tell me already!
she left to tell the dr she was done & said either she or he would return to tell me results. i assume dr came back if it was bad news. thankfully she came back, but i asked her if B could come & hear what she had to say. she said it was simple - that i just had many fluid filled cysts, both sides, it was very common & they were nothing to be really concerned about. she did go get B so we could view the ultrasounds with the dr. it wasn't cancer, wasn't pre-cancer, just fluid, most likely related to fluctuating hormones. i asked if i needed to keep my appt with the surgeon & he said i could, but he didn't see the need for it.
i did, under my primary care dr's advice, keep the appt with the surgeon though. she thought it was best to establish a baseline, in case there was a problem in the future, which i think is smart. even though the dr at the ultrasound office said it wasn't a big deal, i was still worried at the time of the appt though. he said the large one measured out at 2.8cm & that if i wanted he could drain it, but it could come back. i decided to wait & see how things are over the next couple of months.
i was advised by all the dr's to get familiar with my [abnormally] normal.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
How many lumps would you like with that?
I can't help but think of Bugs Bunny & the puma he wallops over the head....
on to business though...
The Saturday before Christmas we went to Knotts Berry Farm with R & crew. We ended up splitting into groups, the rollercoaster riders & the sissy-la-las. You know I'm in the latter group right? I like to say it's bc of my neck/back/migraine issues which IS true however even if it wasn't, I truly am a big sissy & would most likely puke all over everyone. i'm fun like that.
Z & I spent a good portion of our time (& all of his $) at the rock shop. I can say he gets that from me. I remember going to shows & being intrigued with them, just as he is.
I found the old timey portrait place, something I've always wanted to do. I hadn't seen the shop since I was a kid so I assumed they didn't do it anymore. I was finally the saloonwhore girl I always wanted to be. B was a gambler/cowboy type & Z chose not to participate. I was bummed about that, but decided to simply honor his wishes & not make a big deal about it.
So while I was trying to get myself together in the corset, B had to help if course, he noticed a hard lump in left boob. I hadn't noticed it before & honestly I don't think there are 2 days in a row when B doesn't handle my boobs, so it was new.
Over the next few days the lump got smaller, it felt like a clogged milk duct only I hadn't nursed in 8 years. Right after Christmas I made an appt with my primary dr.
On Weds after New Years I saw the dr first thing. She asked my age & when I told her 41, she said "good, you've recently had a mammogram." Then I had tell her at my last appt with the other dr I asked about getting one & he didn't think it was necessary (in Aug).
She then felt the lump & said it was big. I told her it was a lot smaller than what it was originally. In my opinion it's almost gone, but she said it was 2cm & that's big. My lymph nodes aren't swollen, which is good, she thinks it's a fluid filled cyst.
While I wasn't worked up about it before, or at least I was trying to not, she had her nurse schedule a mammogram & ultra-sound the very next day. Then she gave me the number to a surgeon, whom I will see on Friday to discuss results.
on to business though...
The Saturday before Christmas we went to Knotts Berry Farm with R & crew. We ended up splitting into groups, the rollercoaster riders & the sissy-la-las. You know I'm in the latter group right? I like to say it's bc of my neck/back/migraine issues which IS true however even if it wasn't, I truly am a big sissy & would most likely puke all over everyone. i'm fun like that.
Z & I spent a good portion of our time (& all of his $) at the rock shop. I can say he gets that from me. I remember going to shows & being intrigued with them, just as he is.
I found the old timey portrait place, something I've always wanted to do. I hadn't seen the shop since I was a kid so I assumed they didn't do it anymore. I was finally the saloon
So while I was trying to get myself together in the corset, B had to help if course, he noticed a hard lump in left boob. I hadn't noticed it before & honestly I don't think there are 2 days in a row when B doesn't handle my boobs, so it was new.
Over the next few days the lump got smaller, it felt like a clogged milk duct only I hadn't nursed in 8 years. Right after Christmas I made an appt with my primary dr.
On Weds after New Years I saw the dr first thing. She asked my age & when I told her 41, she said "good, you've recently had a mammogram." Then I had tell her at my last appt with the other dr I asked about getting one & he didn't think it was necessary (in Aug).
She then felt the lump & said it was big. I told her it was a lot smaller than what it was originally. In my opinion it's almost gone, but she said it was 2cm & that's big. My lymph nodes aren't swollen, which is good, she thinks it's a fluid filled cyst.
While I wasn't worked up about it before, or at least I was trying to not, she had her nurse schedule a mammogram & ultra-sound the very next day. Then she gave me the number to a surgeon, whom I will see on Friday to discuss results.
Friday, December 28, 2012
June 2012
The boy finished 4th grade with a bang. Um, a good one not a bad one, clarification totally necessary for this kid.
Mrs Y was awesome for Z, exactly what he needed - tough but loving, fair & from what we could tell, did not play favorites. Z would play his games, check his boundaries, but between Mrs Y, BFF (the VP) & B the little one didn't get away with much. lots of growing up was to be had for Z, he did well academically & socially.
although we didn't get the results until right before school started for the state testing, Z missed only 1 on the entire math section & was above average for his english/reading/writing/literature/whatever it was. the intelligence is there, it's the behavior & self control that limit him. i think Z even surprised himself at his achievement.
B finished another semester in nursing school, one year down!
nothing to report for me, same old routine.
Mrs Y was awesome for Z, exactly what he needed - tough but loving, fair & from what we could tell, did not play favorites. Z would play his games, check his boundaries, but between Mrs Y, BFF (the VP) & B the little one didn't get away with much. lots of growing up was to be had for Z, he did well academically & socially.
although we didn't get the results until right before school started for the state testing, Z missed only 1 on the entire math section & was above average for his english/reading/writing/literature/whatever it was. the intelligence is there, it's the behavior & self control that limit him. i think Z even surprised himself at his achievement.
B finished another semester in nursing school, one year down!
nothing to report for me, same old routine.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
May 2012
I forget what April was for but there was a lot going on in May.
The boy turned 10yo. Yes, really he did.
We had a little party at the house, but nothing to big as we were on our way to Hawaii. Yeah, how many people get that for a 10th birthday?
We did the total tourist route from going to a Lilo & Stitch luau to the Polynesian cultural center. I took a mini hula lesson & failed miserably (no bouncing in hula, it's all side to side & I got too much ghetto in me). C showed us Chinatown that was walking distance from her apt & we ate at a shrimp truck up near the North shore. For Z's birthday we went on a submarine ride that was awesome. We saw turtles, rays & a shark! C took us to a few sacred places, on a hike here & there, we're probably cursed for trespassing...
Upon our return at like 1am on Sunday we were all beyond exhausted & unfortunately had to hit the ground running the next day. Our return flight was delayed, the shuttle to our car was late, the onramp to the freeway was closed...murphy's law at it's best.
I'd missed only 4 days from work, but that included timesheets so I returned to chaos. Although I was distracted all day by the constant hoping Z was having a good day & I wouldn't get a phone call from my BFF. He made it though & Momma was oh so happy!
The boy turned 10yo. Yes, really he did.
We had a little party at the house, but nothing to big as we were on our way to Hawaii. Yeah, how many people get that for a 10th birthday?
We did the total tourist route from going to a Lilo & Stitch luau to the Polynesian cultural center. I took a mini hula lesson & failed miserably (no bouncing in hula, it's all side to side & I got too much ghetto in me). C showed us Chinatown that was walking distance from her apt & we ate at a shrimp truck up near the North shore. For Z's birthday we went on a submarine ride that was awesome. We saw turtles, rays & a shark! C took us to a few sacred places, on a hike here & there, we're probably cursed for trespassing...
Upon our return at like 1am on Sunday we were all beyond exhausted & unfortunately had to hit the ground running the next day. Our return flight was delayed, the shuttle to our car was late, the onramp to the freeway was closed...murphy's law at it's best.
I'd missed only 4 days from work, but that included timesheets so I returned to chaos. Although I was distracted all day by the constant hoping Z was having a good day & I wouldn't get a phone call from my BFF. He made it though & Momma was oh so happy!
Monday, December 24, 2012
Lost but Found
The other day I decided to make some ciabatta bread. I looked in my recipe box, wasn't there; checked computer bookmarks, not there either; then in a back corner of my cobweb filled brain I remembered.
I used to have it together. There was a time when things were put in there place. That place was my blog.
I looked & yes, the post, the crumb & recipe were easily located. More importantly, I ached for how much I miss writing, documenting the craziness of life, my blog world of friends (real & imaginary).
My last post was in March, that's a lot of catching up to, it's been a long, rough year. Time passes no matter what though. I've spent the past few days working on posting from my phone. I don't know that I can do back links & other cool stuff, but I'm going to make a real effort to do this. It was good for me, made me happy, helped me see & get over the not so easy parts of life.
Missing you,
Me
I used to have it together. There was a time when things were put in there place. That place was my blog.
I looked & yes, the post, the crumb & recipe were easily located. More importantly, I ached for how much I miss writing, documenting the craziness of life, my blog world of friends (real & imaginary).
My last post was in March, that's a lot of catching up to, it's been a long, rough year. Time passes no matter what though. I've spent the past few days working on posting from my phone. I don't know that I can do back links & other cool stuff, but I'm going to make a real effort to do this. It was good for me, made me happy, helped me see & get over the not so easy parts of life.
Missing you,
Me
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
on ice
we went ice skating with the cub scout group. we had been told of the outing weeks in advance & i was SO excited! um, Z was like whatever. i remember going ice skating once before when i was a kid, little, parents still married even. for some reason i thought i would be able to just glide out on the ice like dorothy hamill, not my fault girl made it look so easy.
i looked it up, it was the olympics of 76, so i was about 5 years old. i fell a lot. i cried a lot. then i said it was bull**** & i was done with it. [it really wouldn't surprise me if i said that, just so you know.] i remember my parents trying to goad me out to there again but i wasn't having any more of it.
flash forward many years & now that i have roller skating & roller blade experience under my belt, i was eager to try again. we were a little late, which you know, is what we do, so there were a few people there already giving it a whirl. beings it was a group of newbies they rented "EZ skaters" - walkers for ice skating for all intentional purposes.
Z borrowed one of those & headed out w/B while i held on to the rail for dear life. although B hadn't ice skated in a long time, it didn't take him long to get it back. Z was out there, fast, it didn't matter how many times he fell he just kept on going & before we knew it he'd kicked that EZ skater to the curb & was falling all about without it, but that still didn't stop him.
i got going, finally able to let go of that rail a bit as it was quite similar to roller blading. my calves would get sore really quickly though. i could do 2 laps then i needed a break. B tried coming along with me, but i couldn't hold his hand & skate, i needed to be on my own. the only problem was i didn't learn to stop, which can be troublesome. i little boy fell down in front of me & all i could do was yell to warn him of my eminent crash. B said i actually called out his name, i have no recollection of that, but he was right behind me & he grabbed a hold of my waist & slowed me down some so i didn't completely run over the little one.
it was a good time, although Z fell numerous times he didn't complain. i figured out i couldn't watch either B or Z skate as i would need heart medication. we'll put that one down as a win & hope to do it again soon.
i looked it up, it was the olympics of 76, so i was about 5 years old. i fell a lot. i cried a lot. then i said it was bull**** & i was done with it. [it really wouldn't surprise me if i said that, just so you know.] i remember my parents trying to goad me out to there again but i wasn't having any more of it.
flash forward many years & now that i have roller skating & roller blade experience under my belt, i was eager to try again. we were a little late, which you know, is what we do, so there were a few people there already giving it a whirl. beings it was a group of newbies they rented "EZ skaters" - walkers for ice skating for all intentional purposes.
Z borrowed one of those & headed out w/B while i held on to the rail for dear life. although B hadn't ice skated in a long time, it didn't take him long to get it back. Z was out there, fast, it didn't matter how many times he fell he just kept on going & before we knew it he'd kicked that EZ skater to the curb & was falling all about without it, but that still didn't stop him.
i got going, finally able to let go of that rail a bit as it was quite similar to roller blading. my calves would get sore really quickly though. i could do 2 laps then i needed a break. B tried coming along with me, but i couldn't hold his hand & skate, i needed to be on my own. the only problem was i didn't learn to stop, which can be troublesome. i little boy fell down in front of me & all i could do was yell to warn him of my eminent crash. B said i actually called out his name, i have no recollection of that, but he was right behind me & he grabbed a hold of my waist & slowed me down some so i didn't completely run over the little one.
it was a good time, although Z fell numerous times he didn't complain. i figured out i couldn't watch either B or Z skate as i would need heart medication. we'll put that one down as a win & hope to do it again soon.
Monday, March 12, 2012
B's birthday weekend & another haircut story bc it's about that time of year....
B's mom & step dad came out for a visit for B's birthday. they arrived on weds, so B & the boy were able to drive down to the airport to pick them up in the afternoon. i didn't get to spend much time with everyone except for dinners, where we all ate like cavemen.
i don't remember what all it consisted of, but yeah, no vegetarians in this house. then for B's birthday, one of his classmates gave us coupons to a local casino's seafood buffet. yeah, let's gorge some more. Z ate plates & plate of crab legs, then a couple of deserts, then 2 MORE plates of crab legs. i was worried he might get sick on the drive home, he was fine though.
so on to the haircut story shall we?
one night Z's in the shower & mom-in-law says something about him taking a long time in there. i didn't really think much of it, but the next morning when i went to shave my legs i noticed the blade was on backwards. i'm not very smart so it took awhile for me to make the leap that the boy had been in the shower the night before.
alone with a razor.
& m-i-l had noticed he'd taken some time.
when Z got up i asked him if he'd used my razor & he said yes, he'd given himself a haircut in the shower. that he thought of shaving his arms & legs too, but decided against it. so i asked where? how? did he "give himself a haircut in the shower?" & he showed me [without the blade] how he shaved one side of his head, then the other, then the back.
the sides didn't show any obvious damage, the back however was shaved down to the skin. it was not a good haircut. B's first instinct was to shave his head completely, but the boy is much to light to sport that 'do. so for a couple of weeks we just let it be & the long hair for the most part covered up the bald spot.
i don't remember what all it consisted of, but yeah, no vegetarians in this house. then for B's birthday, one of his classmates gave us coupons to a local casino's seafood buffet. yeah, let's gorge some more. Z ate plates & plate of crab legs, then a couple of deserts, then 2 MORE plates of crab legs. i was worried he might get sick on the drive home, he was fine though.
so on to the haircut story shall we?
one night Z's in the shower & mom-in-law says something about him taking a long time in there. i didn't really think much of it, but the next morning when i went to shave my legs i noticed the blade was on backwards. i'm not very smart so it took awhile for me to make the leap that the boy had been in the shower the night before.
alone with a razor.
& m-i-l had noticed he'd taken some time.
when Z got up i asked him if he'd used my razor & he said yes, he'd given himself a haircut in the shower. that he thought of shaving his arms & legs too, but decided against it. so i asked where? how? did he "give himself a haircut in the shower?" & he showed me [without the blade] how he shaved one side of his head, then the other, then the back.
the sides didn't show any obvious damage, the back however was shaved down to the skin. it was not a good haircut. B's first instinct was to shave his head completely, but the boy is much to light to sport that 'do. so for a couple of weeks we just let it be & the long hair for the most part covered up the bald spot.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
the cereal standoff
so the boy has graduated from the smaller bowls to regular size cereal bowls, the problem is he FILLS the bowl & then throws half of it away. there is no pour 1/2 to 3/4 of a bowl & if he's still hungry pour more, no, no, no, it's all or none, don't want to waste that bowl space.
he's overfilled the bowl repeatedly & we have not been able to figure out a way to get him stop; no talk, no reasoning, no threats, nada. finally one day i told him if he poured that much & put milk on it, he'd better eat it all, he continued on with is bowl of shredded wheat & so the day began.
he said he would eat it, but i knew it was too much. i told him to put it in the fridge to keep in cold & to not let it sit very long bc the longer it sat the worse it would be. i thought in an hour or so he would eat it, but he didn't. lunch time came & went, the cereal was not eaten. the day continued & it was time to get ready for a cub scout meeting but i told him he had to eat before we went, eat the cereal. i was not going to let him gorge on snacks & treats without eating that darn bowl of cereal.
he refused, we didn't go to the meeting & the battle of the wills continued...
even B was impressed i hadn't folded by this time.
a couple of hours later he brought out the bowl, he tasted it & said it was gross. surprise. it took some time, but he did finally eat it. i felt bad, but the line had been drawn in the sand & i had to stand my ground with him. i know it seems harsh & ridiculous to have to do things this way, but honestly it made a difference. he's gotten better with listening to me & he's definitely more mindful about wasting food.
he's overfilled the bowl repeatedly & we have not been able to figure out a way to get him stop; no talk, no reasoning, no threats, nada. finally one day i told him if he poured that much & put milk on it, he'd better eat it all, he continued on with is bowl of shredded wheat & so the day began.
he said he would eat it, but i knew it was too much. i told him to put it in the fridge to keep in cold & to not let it sit very long bc the longer it sat the worse it would be. i thought in an hour or so he would eat it, but he didn't. lunch time came & went, the cereal was not eaten. the day continued & it was time to get ready for a cub scout meeting but i told him he had to eat before we went, eat the cereal. i was not going to let him gorge on snacks & treats without eating that darn bowl of cereal.
he refused, we didn't go to the meeting & the battle of the wills continued...
even B was impressed i hadn't folded by this time.
a couple of hours later he brought out the bowl, he tasted it & said it was gross. surprise. it took some time, but he did finally eat it. i felt bad, but the line had been drawn in the sand & i had to stand my ground with him. i know it seems harsh & ridiculous to have to do things this way, but honestly it made a difference. he's gotten better with listening to me & he's definitely more mindful about wasting food.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Z deoderant & the oh shit story
one day at the end of the school day Z's hair was jacked up. it wasn't cut [been there, done that], but it was all a mess. i asked him maybe the girls had been playing & fixing up each others' hair, then they got a hold of him; nope that wasn't it. then he explained to me that he'd been hot the day before so this morning he'd put underarm deodorant on his head....
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the other day we went for one heck of a walk, actually it was a hike, 2 hours & miles do not equal a walk. anyways at the end of it B & I were in a heap, so we stopped at the park on the way home & Z ran into a couple of friends & played kickball. [really, does he have to rub in all that darn energy?]
anyways, so Z kicks the ball & his shoe falls of & he says "oh shit!". the were a ways of, so i asked B "did he just say that?" & B said "yes he did". we let him play for a bit then we called the boy over & asked him about it.
B asked him where he heard it? - "from a movie/tv/whatever" [good answer]
Has he ever heard us say it? - "yes" [surprise]
Who says it more - "Poppa" [YES! & proof that he doesn't listen to a word i say....]
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the other day at target or walmart, Z & I were near the feminine hygiene area. thankfully, i've managed to steer clear of this discussion for some time. i always remember that was a signal of "it's time to no longer bring the boy into the lady's restroom with you" after the time he asked me about the tampon dispenser. i told him it didn't have any candy btw.....
then there has been an occasional question at home but easily answered with "be happy you're a boy & you don't need to know anything about this." however, this time at the store, he pointed to a box of pads & then he smiled funny so i asked him what that was about & he told me he knew what they were for & he pointed to the right area. i left it at that.
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the other day we went for one heck of a walk, actually it was a hike, 2 hours & miles do not equal a walk. anyways at the end of it B & I were in a heap, so we stopped at the park on the way home & Z ran into a couple of friends & played kickball. [really, does he have to rub in all that darn energy?]
anyways, so Z kicks the ball & his shoe falls of & he says "oh shit!". the were a ways of, so i asked B "did he just say that?" & B said "yes he did". we let him play for a bit then we called the boy over & asked him about it.
B asked him where he heard it? - "from a movie/tv/whatever" [good answer]
Has he ever heard us say it? - "yes" [surprise]
Who says it more - "Poppa" [YES! & proof that he doesn't listen to a word i say....]
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the other day at target or walmart, Z & I were near the feminine hygiene area. thankfully, i've managed to steer clear of this discussion for some time. i always remember that was a signal of "it's time to no longer bring the boy into the lady's restroom with you" after the time he asked me about the tampon dispenser. i told him it didn't have any candy btw.....
then there has been an occasional question at home but easily answered with "be happy you're a boy & you don't need to know anything about this." however, this time at the store, he pointed to a box of pads & then he smiled funny so i asked him what that was about & he told me he knew what they were for & he pointed to the right area. i left it at that.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
so we had an anniversary
yes, we did!
neighbor J watched the boy & although I wasn't feeling that great B had made reservations at that little french restaurant we used to go to a long time ago. i was so glad considering recent economic times this place was still around. B got the fish bc he's the chick & i got the beef wellington, cuz i'm the dude. B wanted to go to the movies afterwards to watch "the vow" but i didn't want to rush dinner nor did i want to watch a sappy movie that was going to make me cry....[see chick/dude references].
it was nice to sit & have a relaxing dinner, the restaurant is not one to feed you & push you out the door. B also noticed we were probably the youngest people in the restaurant & joked that we got the kiddie table. we sat & talked for a bit after eating & although we'd decided to go to a coffeeshop, in my delirium i ordered tea so B got his espresso there. I shouldn't be allowed to talk when i'm in that state.
B also got me some purdy roses, the yellow ones with the orange tips & a nice card.
the next evening Z asked if he could eat the left over b.wellington i brought home. beings i wasn't feeling well the night before i didn't want to eat very much as it's quite rich. Z didn't care for it, the meat was too rare, but beings it was there on the counter i tasted it again. wow, was it ever good, yes, i had ordered it med-rare, but even re-heated it was still pretty red, so i understood why the boy didn't care for it. however, it made me realize how off i was the night before.
i missed getting a card for B for our anniversary, but i got him one for valentine's day. i didn't get a card for valentine's though, not that it was a big deal, more something we laughed about. he did actually tell me when i was going to the store that if i wanted a card, i needed to buy one for myself. i think i owe myself some valentine's day shoes or purse though...
neighbor J watched the boy & although I wasn't feeling that great B had made reservations at that little french restaurant we used to go to a long time ago. i was so glad considering recent economic times this place was still around. B got the fish bc he's the chick & i got the beef wellington, cuz i'm the dude. B wanted to go to the movies afterwards to watch "the vow" but i didn't want to rush dinner nor did i want to watch a sappy movie that was going to make me cry....[see chick/dude references].
it was nice to sit & have a relaxing dinner, the restaurant is not one to feed you & push you out the door. B also noticed we were probably the youngest people in the restaurant & joked that we got the kiddie table. we sat & talked for a bit after eating & although we'd decided to go to a coffeeshop, in my delirium i ordered tea so B got his espresso there. I shouldn't be allowed to talk when i'm in that state.
B also got me some purdy roses, the yellow ones with the orange tips & a nice card.
the next evening Z asked if he could eat the left over b.wellington i brought home. beings i wasn't feeling well the night before i didn't want to eat very much as it's quite rich. Z didn't care for it, the meat was too rare, but beings it was there on the counter i tasted it again. wow, was it ever good, yes, i had ordered it med-rare, but even re-heated it was still pretty red, so i understood why the boy didn't care for it. however, it made me realize how off i was the night before.
i missed getting a card for B for our anniversary, but i got him one for valentine's day. i didn't get a card for valentine's though, not that it was a big deal, more something we laughed about. he did actually tell me when i was going to the store that if i wanted a card, i needed to buy one for myself. i think i owe myself some valentine's day shoes or purse though...
Monday, January 9, 2012
the birthday that wasn't
during christmas break i had mentioned to Z that Grammie's birthday was coming up. i had agonized over what to do, how to handle the situation, but yet i still wanted him to express birthday wishes to her. so on one of trips to target he asked if he could pick out a birthday card for her. the card he chose had some dinosaurs on the front & inside is said:
HEY REMEMBER US?
i about fell over in the aisle laughing so hard. Z didn't understand & i needed to explain to him that although i thought the card was HILARIOUS, Grammie wouldn't like it, that really it would hurt her feelings [no matter how true it was], so he picked out a normal happy birthday card.
also during the break & before the actual birthday Z wrote a letter to Grammie. he talked about how he missed her & how he would like to go spend the weekend with her & then he asked why she wasn't talking to us.
yeah......it gets better
it was part of a cub scout assignment & he wanted to really mail it to her.
...[no words]
there wasn't really anything i could say, so he addressed it & mail it off.
the letter was mailed before the birthday card & i waited on pins & needles for the call that i knew was inevitable. she called one day when i wasn't feeling well & was sleeping. when i called her back she said she was calling to speak with Z about the letter he wrote her. although she didn't say the words, it was obvious she didn't want to speak with me.
i really, really don't get how she still wanted to continue this. i told her we needed to talk about things. it took some effort but then she finally let it out that she was mad about 4th of july weekend, that S "took priority" but she refused to admit the real reason was she that she was upset that Z didn't want to go spend the weekend with her.
then she went on to say that she was hurt bc i didn't go over on my birthday. um, remember the call i got? welcoming right? she said she wanted me to know she was mad at me...well, gee, isn't that the BEST way to wish someone a happy birthday & invite them over for cake????
so i don't know that we really got anywhere but we did talk & then i let her talk with Z. oh, i did tell her that Z wouldn't be going to stay with her until we worked things out [including B] & that she needed to ask us before asking him over. that's mainly bc she doesn't take our schedule, his cub scout activities or when he's on restriction into any consideration & we have to drop off & pick up on her schedule.
she talked with Z for a bit & when he brought me the phone he was saying "ok, i'll check with my mom if i can go stay with you next weekend".....so what, 12 seconds later she's doing it again?
her birthday was a few days later. i called her & wished her a happy birthday & we talked for a few minutes, then i let Z talk with her.
HEY REMEMBER US?
i about fell over in the aisle laughing so hard. Z didn't understand & i needed to explain to him that although i thought the card was HILARIOUS, Grammie wouldn't like it, that really it would hurt her feelings [no matter how true it was], so he picked out a normal happy birthday card.
also during the break & before the actual birthday Z wrote a letter to Grammie. he talked about how he missed her & how he would like to go spend the weekend with her & then he asked why she wasn't talking to us.
yeah......it gets better
it was part of a cub scout assignment & he wanted to really mail it to her.
...[no words]
there wasn't really anything i could say, so he addressed it & mail it off.
the letter was mailed before the birthday card & i waited on pins & needles for the call that i knew was inevitable. she called one day when i wasn't feeling well & was sleeping. when i called her back she said she was calling to speak with Z about the letter he wrote her. although she didn't say the words, it was obvious she didn't want to speak with me.
i really, really don't get how she still wanted to continue this. i told her we needed to talk about things. it took some effort but then she finally let it out that she was mad about 4th of july weekend, that S "took priority" but she refused to admit the real reason was she that she was upset that Z didn't want to go spend the weekend with her.
then she went on to say that she was hurt bc i didn't go over on my birthday. um, remember the call i got? welcoming right? she said she wanted me to know she was mad at me...well, gee, isn't that the BEST way to wish someone a happy birthday & invite them over for cake????
so i don't know that we really got anywhere but we did talk & then i let her talk with Z. oh, i did tell her that Z wouldn't be going to stay with her until we worked things out [including B] & that she needed to ask us before asking him over. that's mainly bc she doesn't take our schedule, his cub scout activities or when he's on restriction into any consideration & we have to drop off & pick up on her schedule.
she talked with Z for a bit & when he brought me the phone he was saying "ok, i'll check with my mom if i can go stay with you next weekend".....so what, 12 seconds later she's doing it again?
her birthday was a few days later. i called her & wished her a happy birthday & we talked for a few minutes, then i let Z talk with her.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
holiday break
so i'm new working in a school environment thing, so i didn't know i was going to get the week between christmas & new year off. when i figured it out, we tried to plan to go somewhere but it was too late, too expensive to reserve anything during that time.
B & Z went up to ghetto house for a couple of days when i was still working. well, not the house itself, but up to visit R. during the week off Z & I were sick with a cold; we tried taking it easy thinking that would nip it in the bud. Z did eventually get better, i didn't. i also didn't make it to the budz annual christmas party, which was such a bummer.
for new years we went to our neighbor's condo in oceanside. i really, (ok, REALLY) was thinking of backing out, but decided i needed to quite being such a stick in the mud & do SOMETHING. i was glad i went, that we went. we went to the condo's game room & not that there was much, but there was a foozeball table (i'm the worst foozeball player in the world, weakest wrists ever!) & a pool table (yeah, i suck at that too).
Z had a good time playing foozeball though as he was better than me & you know that's all that matters. pool was really fun though, i probably haven't played (more than a game or two at least) since B & I met. however, i used to play often with the guys from work & some other friends. funny thing is B also used to play quite a bit before we met as well. Z hadn't played & he got in a few good shots & at one point B said i broke a few laws of physics when i got 2 balls in with 1 shot. i think i broke more than that....
so now we need a full size pool table ;-p
when we came home S was here waiting for us; we stayed up & rang in the west coast new year. i don't remember what we did the rest of the weekend. oh, i know at some point we worked in the yard & we built L-dog a fab house.
i need to blog more, i can't remember shit.
B & Z went up to ghetto house for a couple of days when i was still working. well, not the house itself, but up to visit R. during the week off Z & I were sick with a cold; we tried taking it easy thinking that would nip it in the bud. Z did eventually get better, i didn't. i also didn't make it to the budz annual christmas party, which was such a bummer.
for new years we went to our neighbor's condo in oceanside. i really, (ok, REALLY) was thinking of backing out, but decided i needed to quite being such a stick in the mud & do SOMETHING. i was glad i went, that we went. we went to the condo's game room & not that there was much, but there was a foozeball table (i'm the worst foozeball player in the world, weakest wrists ever!) & a pool table (yeah, i suck at that too).
Z had a good time playing foozeball though as he was better than me & you know that's all that matters. pool was really fun though, i probably haven't played (more than a game or two at least) since B & I met. however, i used to play often with the guys from work & some other friends. funny thing is B also used to play quite a bit before we met as well. Z hadn't played & he got in a few good shots & at one point B said i broke a few laws of physics when i got 2 balls in with 1 shot. i think i broke more than that....
so now we need a full size pool table ;-p
when we came home S was here waiting for us; we stayed up & rang in the west coast new year. i don't remember what we did the rest of the weekend. oh, i know at some point we worked in the yard & we built L-dog a fab house.
i need to blog more, i can't remember shit.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
christmas 2011
well, let's just get it out in the open - Z got a card & that's all we heard from her.
we had a nice christmas though. for days before Z would get up & ask "is it christmas today?" the night before we let him open one present - the wooden marble run, he played with it for hours. on the morning of, when i finally could tell the boy yes, his response was ok, then he went to use the bathroom.
he opened his presents & he was so happy he received so many of the items he'd asked for. no, he didn't write a letter to santa, but he did write a list (with prices) from a toys r us ad. he got the zombie lab that makes gross candy things, the pogo stick (which is quite fun & even more difficult), a rock growing kit, a game with hand racquets where you catch & throw a ball & i don't remember the rest.
we spent the day playing his games & trying out the pogo stick (& more importantly not going through the sliding glass door). then in the evening we were about to head over to neighbor J's when the meltdown happened.
it may be from all the recent talk, but it came out - this was the worst christmas ever. yeh....bc he only got 7 presents was his argument.
& bc we're horrible parents we offered to return 1 of his presents & buy him a bunch of little cars instead. then he went on to ask how much money was spent on the presents. like that really matters, but at this point in time, to him, it did.
so in addition to the presents we explained to him that we also just got his glasses (yeah, the boy got his first pair of specs) & when he was told how much $ was spent on those he seemed happy.
next year he will get a sack filled with many pieces of coal.
so once enough christmas tears were shed, we finally went to visit some friends. there were a gang of kids & they had a good time running & playing. i hope the boy remembers that part of christmas. we had fun visiting with other adults.
we had a nice christmas though. for days before Z would get up & ask "is it christmas today?" the night before we let him open one present - the wooden marble run, he played with it for hours. on the morning of, when i finally could tell the boy yes, his response was ok, then he went to use the bathroom.
he opened his presents & he was so happy he received so many of the items he'd asked for. no, he didn't write a letter to santa, but he did write a list (with prices) from a toys r us ad. he got the zombie lab that makes gross candy things, the pogo stick (which is quite fun & even more difficult), a rock growing kit, a game with hand racquets where you catch & throw a ball & i don't remember the rest.
we spent the day playing his games & trying out the pogo stick (& more importantly not going through the sliding glass door). then in the evening we were about to head over to neighbor J's when the meltdown happened.
it may be from all the recent talk, but it came out - this was the worst christmas ever. yeh....bc he only got 7 presents was his argument.
& bc we're horrible parents we offered to return 1 of his presents & buy him a bunch of little cars instead. then he went on to ask how much money was spent on the presents. like that really matters, but at this point in time, to him, it did.
so in addition to the presents we explained to him that we also just got his glasses (yeah, the boy got his first pair of specs) & when he was told how much $ was spent on those he seemed happy.
next year he will get a sack filled with many pieces of coal.
so once enough christmas tears were shed, we finally went to visit some friends. there were a gang of kids & they had a good time running & playing. i hope the boy remembers that part of christmas. we had fun visiting with other adults.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
time for costumes
i thought it was pretty funny that i was dressing up for halloween to go to work yet Z couldn't dress up to go to school....school's way too uptight nowadays....
Z ended up picking out a blade costume, although he called it an inspector or something like that & i was a sailor girl. at the end of the day i was wiped, pantyhose really wear a girl out....
at home B & I were just putting up our halloween decorations when we got our first trick or treaters. once it starting getting dark we headed over to J's so Z could trick or treat with a gang of kiddos, always much more fun, especially beings mommy got a drink to take along thanks to J.
we went up & down the neighborhood blocks, it was surprising how many houses didn't participate this year, lots of darkness. the kiddos had a good time though, so that's all that mattered....oh & momma getting her drink on.
when we got home we got very few trick or treaters as well, surprisingly no giant teenagers this year. although after we closed up shop for the night we did get someone at the door at like 9pm, which was a bit weird. lights out buddy, you missed it!
Z ended up picking out a blade costume, although he called it an inspector or something like that & i was a sailor girl. at the end of the day i was wiped, pantyhose really wear a girl out....
at home B & I were just putting up our halloween decorations when we got our first trick or treaters. once it starting getting dark we headed over to J's so Z could trick or treat with a gang of kiddos, always much more fun, especially beings mommy got a drink to take along thanks to J.
we went up & down the neighborhood blocks, it was surprising how many houses didn't participate this year, lots of darkness. the kiddos had a good time though, so that's all that mattered....oh & momma getting her drink on.
when we got home we got very few trick or treaters as well, surprisingly no giant teenagers this year. although after we closed up shop for the night we did get someone at the door at like 9pm, which was a bit weird. lights out buddy, you missed it!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
halloween paybacks
for weeks Z & I went back & forth on costumes. i took him to the party store, we looked at walmart & target, then finally to the halloween shop.
he wanted bloody scream & i said no; too gruesome & he wore a mask last year, i wanted to see his face. we finally agreed on a swat-team grey camo costume with a muscled chest & a helmet with glasses. at home he put it on & decided he didn't want it.
then....on friday when i went to pick him up the school parking lot was packed. i was a bit confused until i realized it was the school halloween "carnival". so i ask him if he wants to go, of course, so then does that mean he will wear the swat costume? bc if he does, that means it's his for halloween. yes and no were his answers.....
he decided to wear his costume from last year; it was a black robe with blue material on the front & a mask from a star wars character (blue with little horns around the head). i was fine with that & we all went back to school.
& everyone one we saw Z had to tell them that he was wearing last year's costume.....thanks kiddo.
he wanted bloody scream & i said no; too gruesome & he wore a mask last year, i wanted to see his face. we finally agreed on a swat-team grey camo costume with a muscled chest & a helmet with glasses. at home he put it on & decided he didn't want it.
then....on friday when i went to pick him up the school parking lot was packed. i was a bit confused until i realized it was the school halloween "carnival". so i ask him if he wants to go, of course, so then does that mean he will wear the swat costume? bc if he does, that means it's his for halloween. yes and no were his answers.....
he decided to wear his costume from last year; it was a black robe with blue material on the front & a mask from a star wars character (blue with little horns around the head). i was fine with that & we all went back to school.
& everyone one we saw Z had to tell them that he was wearing last year's costume.....thanks kiddo.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
down to the valley
weekend before last i went down to the valley, a surprise trip to celebrate S's birthday. well, it was for her grandma; M & I surprised her though.
when i got to town i went by nana's house; i had to see it. there was an rv in the driveway with a for sale sign on it & they installed a handrail along the front porch steps, then i went back to the alley. i needed to see the backyard too, even though i knew it was going to hurt. the shed that was just outside the back door was gone. the big chair that used to be in her living room was out on the patio. i think the hardest part was looking at her trees; knowing i couldn't go walk in that yard anymore.
the fig tree i used to climb. the trunk still has the marks from where i used an axe to cut steps in it. yeah, so my dog could climb the tree, duh....never mind that it was ok for a little girl to play with an axe unsupervised.
i left there & went to visit cousin C. little C didn't like me at first, he thought i was a teacher coming to work with him. cousin C & i caught up on family drama & little C warmed up to me. for the first time i saw the scar on his tummy from the operation he had when he was a baby. before i knew it he was putting his feet & hands on me so i could rub on him. must be a guy thing, i am here, rub me.
i got to town late so i didn't get to spend as much time visiting the C's as i would have liked before it was time for me to head over to surprise S. it was fun to talk, hang out & catch up, we've all been so busy with things; even FB check ins have been sparse, so in person was really over due.
even though i didn't take Z with me, one of S's cousins managed to end up calling me mom, here i thought i would get the night off. mid-October the middle of the day was still 100, so we were all wiped pretty early & headed off to M's hotel room to soak up some a/c.
the next morning we got up just in time to have hotel breakfast, then shortly we went on our separate ways. when i got home the boys had enjoyed their time alone.
when i got to town i went by nana's house; i had to see it. there was an rv in the driveway with a for sale sign on it & they installed a handrail along the front porch steps, then i went back to the alley. i needed to see the backyard too, even though i knew it was going to hurt. the shed that was just outside the back door was gone. the big chair that used to be in her living room was out on the patio. i think the hardest part was looking at her trees; knowing i couldn't go walk in that yard anymore.
the fig tree i used to climb. the trunk still has the marks from where i used an axe to cut steps in it. yeah, so my dog could climb the tree, duh....never mind that it was ok for a little girl to play with an axe unsupervised.
i left there & went to visit cousin C. little C didn't like me at first, he thought i was a teacher coming to work with him. cousin C & i caught up on family drama & little C warmed up to me. for the first time i saw the scar on his tummy from the operation he had when he was a baby. before i knew it he was putting his feet & hands on me so i could rub on him. must be a guy thing, i am here, rub me.
i got to town late so i didn't get to spend as much time visiting the C's as i would have liked before it was time for me to head over to surprise S. it was fun to talk, hang out & catch up, we've all been so busy with things; even FB check ins have been sparse, so in person was really over due.
even though i didn't take Z with me, one of S's cousins managed to end up calling me mom, here i thought i would get the night off. mid-October the middle of the day was still 100, so we were all wiped pretty early & headed off to M's hotel room to soak up some a/c.
the next morning we got up just in time to have hotel breakfast, then shortly we went on our separate ways. when i got home the boys had enjoyed their time alone.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
working girl
my first day of work was 7/19 after not working for just over 2 years. to say the least, working a 40 hour week kicked my butt...big time. i think i'm in pretty decent shape but everything would hurt, i was exhausted every day & the weekends were for sleeping/recovering. ridiculous, but part of it was i wasn't used to wearing shoes anymore, much less heels. i know, talk about uncivilized....
when i walked into the office in was in the middle of a remodel, my office had been boxed up which i worked at for a couple of days & i had a student assistant who'd been there for a whole 3 weeks. that was my training. i was in another office for a few weeks, next to E & mainly assisted him.
my boss, F, came in to the office once a week. i wasn't exactly sure of him. i told B he was very hard to read & i really didn't know if he liked me or not, then B suggested he possibly felt the same way about me, which actually comforted me.
as soon as he was able to F had me moved back to my desk, up in front, alone, but more importantly away from E. my student assistant had moved on as the summer was over & 2 assistants for the fall were coming in as i began unpacking the crap that was to be my office.
i couldn't believe the amount of boxes that were supposed to fit in there. i unpacked & tried to make sense of things, then i unpacked more & then i couldn't do anymore. i would have the student unload a box & i would grow through it bit by bit, it was painful how much crap had been saved. the position had been held by 3 or 4 people previously & nobody threw out a damn thing throughout those 20 years. at one point i thought i was actually going to cry i was so overwhelmed by it all, but then i thought about how once i knew it was all shit i could throw it away & i was ok.
everytime F would come in he would say something about "there's still boxes in there." he didn't know how badly i wanted to put a match to all of it. there was at least 5 different files for the same thing; one person was highly organized, she had a green hanging file then a thick folder file to hold one page, or to hold a few empty forms.....from 10 years ago. the latest person had most of her file labels written by hand, scribbled "SSN" or "osha", very professional.
my first day F did tell me the permanent position would be listed & he wanted me to apply for it. it took several weeks, it finally listed & i applied. not right away as i had to update my resume & work on some things to say i actually had experience in them.
when i walked into the office in was in the middle of a remodel, my office had been boxed up which i worked at for a couple of days & i had a student assistant who'd been there for a whole 3 weeks. that was my training. i was in another office for a few weeks, next to E & mainly assisted him.
my boss, F, came in to the office once a week. i wasn't exactly sure of him. i told B he was very hard to read & i really didn't know if he liked me or not, then B suggested he possibly felt the same way about me, which actually comforted me.
as soon as he was able to F had me moved back to my desk, up in front, alone, but more importantly away from E. my student assistant had moved on as the summer was over & 2 assistants for the fall were coming in as i began unpacking the crap that was to be my office.
i couldn't believe the amount of boxes that were supposed to fit in there. i unpacked & tried to make sense of things, then i unpacked more & then i couldn't do anymore. i would have the student unload a box & i would grow through it bit by bit, it was painful how much crap had been saved. the position had been held by 3 or 4 people previously & nobody threw out a damn thing throughout those 20 years. at one point i thought i was actually going to cry i was so overwhelmed by it all, but then i thought about how once i knew it was all shit i could throw it away & i was ok.
everytime F would come in he would say something about "there's still boxes in there." he didn't know how badly i wanted to put a match to all of it. there was at least 5 different files for the same thing; one person was highly organized, she had a green hanging file then a thick folder file to hold one page, or to hold a few empty forms.....from 10 years ago. the latest person had most of her file labels written by hand, scribbled "SSN" or "osha", very professional.
my first day F did tell me the permanent position would be listed & he wanted me to apply for it. it took several weeks, it finally listed & i applied. not right away as i had to update my resume & work on some things to say i actually had experience in them.
Monday, July 18, 2011
how to one up that walmart interview
E made it sound like i would be working the following week, but after the interview i didn't hear anything. i went to vegas & tried not to dwell on it; then i called B & asked him what he thought i should do, i'm always hesitant to put myself out there like that. he thought it would be better for me to call & ask about it, that it was unlikely to turn out bad.
so i did.
i called E from a hotel bathroom in vegas.
alone at least, no strippers or midgets....
i left a message asking what was the status of the position beings i hadn't heard anything after the interview. within a couple of hours i received a call from HR offering me the position.
with a bit of a raise!
i started the following tuesday!
it's my alma matter & where B's going to nursing school!
oh, & get this:
friday july 1st - B found out he was accepted into the nursing program, i received a check from my uncle thanking me for taking care of nana & i got the walmart interview call.
friday july 15th - i got the walmart interview job, S & M both won some $ in vegas.
nothing special happened on the 29th, but we're good!
so i did.
i called E from a hotel bathroom in vegas.
alone at least, no strippers or midgets....
i left a message asking what was the status of the position beings i hadn't heard anything after the interview. within a couple of hours i received a call from HR offering me the position.
with a bit of a raise!
i started the following tuesday!
it's my alma matter & where B's going to nursing school!
oh, & get this:
friday july 1st - B found out he was accepted into the nursing program, i received a check from my uncle thanking me for taking care of nana & i got the walmart interview call.
friday july 15th - i got the walmart interview job, S & M both won some $ in vegas.
nothing special happened on the 29th, but we're good!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
of course we saw jesus in vegas
on the strip...after midnight....on a wednesday....where else would he be?
as part of the birfday celebrations i flew the vegas & met S, thanks to her employer we stayed at Planet Hollywood :-)
wait, i guess i should go back & talk about how i had an entsy weentsie panic attack on the plane... hahaha, yes, i did, but i held my *hit together & nobody knew i was freaking out, so i have one lonely ounce of dignity... i flew on a lil bitty hopper plane to LA & after we landed my hands began to numb & i got hot & no matter how much i told myself "you're on the ground dumb*ss" it took everything i had to keep calm. then i spent like $50 on LAX snacks &qualudes dramamine. i was prepared for the other leg of my trip, only i didn't need it, bigger plane = no panic.
oh & before i left, Z made me cry at the airport, he was so upset i was leaving. i finally told B to take him, it was better for them to go rather than drag it out. silly to see the both of us crying like i was going away for a long time!
Weds night we walked the strip; among gobs of people we saw a few super heroes, a muscular man dressed in a toga & jesus (of course). the next day S had some silly training things to take care of so when i got up i walked the mall downstairs. they say vegas never sleeps but i discovered it does bc all the shops were closed until 10am. luckily M was on her way to town though! i think that's the night we splurged (unexpectedly) at the buffet, then we walked the other end of the strip.
Friday S finished her silliness & was free after lunch. we went out & walked about again while M stayed at our casino, it was hot so i didn't blame the girl. we walked & took a casino tram thing & it still took forever to get to some shark thing that we decided to not go to after all that! yeah....oh well, on the way back S gambled a bit here & a bit there, when ever she was up a tad she'd cash out & we were on to the next casino. then at one she actually made a little bank, we about ran out the joint. then we texted M & found out she'd won some too!
they'd made dinner plans so i was just the tag along. little did i know they were being sneaky & found a cheesecake specialty place. it was a quaint little italian place with homemade cheesecake. the food was really good & big portions, i didn't know the deal & didn't leave a spot for cheesecake, then i was surprised by a birthday serenade. oh, almost forgot to mention how the restaurant was entirely staffed by men.
Sat was time to leave; M went one way, S & I the other. the drive home seemed quick even though we stopped in LA to eat. i was happy to get home & see my boys. B even cleaned house, did laundry & changed the sheets [although i didn't hear that part & i changed them again].
thanks for my birthday dinner, cake & a memorable 40th birthday girls!
as part of the birfday celebrations i flew the vegas & met S, thanks to her employer we stayed at Planet Hollywood :-)
wait, i guess i should go back & talk about how i had an entsy weentsie panic attack on the plane... hahaha, yes, i did, but i held my *hit together & nobody knew i was freaking out, so i have one lonely ounce of dignity... i flew on a lil bitty hopper plane to LA & after we landed my hands began to numb & i got hot & no matter how much i told myself "you're on the ground dumb*ss" it took everything i had to keep calm. then i spent like $50 on LAX snacks &
oh & before i left, Z made me cry at the airport, he was so upset i was leaving. i finally told B to take him, it was better for them to go rather than drag it out. silly to see the both of us crying like i was going away for a long time!
Weds night we walked the strip; among gobs of people we saw a few super heroes, a muscular man dressed in a toga & jesus (of course). the next day S had some silly training things to take care of so when i got up i walked the mall downstairs. they say vegas never sleeps but i discovered it does bc all the shops were closed until 10am. luckily M was on her way to town though! i think that's the night we splurged (unexpectedly) at the buffet, then we walked the other end of the strip.
Friday S finished her silliness & was free after lunch. we went out & walked about again while M stayed at our casino, it was hot so i didn't blame the girl. we walked & took a casino tram thing & it still took forever to get to some shark thing that we decided to not go to after all that! yeah....oh well, on the way back S gambled a bit here & a bit there, when ever she was up a tad she'd cash out & we were on to the next casino. then at one she actually made a little bank, we about ran out the joint. then we texted M & found out she'd won some too!
they'd made dinner plans so i was just the tag along. little did i know they were being sneaky & found a cheesecake specialty place. it was a quaint little italian place with homemade cheesecake. the food was really good & big portions, i didn't know the deal & didn't leave a spot for cheesecake, then i was surprised by a birthday serenade. oh, almost forgot to mention how the restaurant was entirely staffed by men.
Sat was time to leave; M went one way, S & I the other. the drive home seemed quick even though we stopped in LA to eat. i was happy to get home & see my boys. B even cleaned house, did laundry & changed the sheets [although i didn't hear that part & i changed them again].
thanks for my birthday dinner, cake & a memorable 40th birthday girls!
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