Sunday, April 27, 2003

"But, since you got a tattoo, I gotta get something for me."
-overheard in the parking lot at Wal-Mart last night.

Friday, April 25, 2003

It's all fun and games until Mommy starts singing...
Mom wanted a ride to the store today, so I picked her up on the way from work as I was going to pick the girls up after school. While we were driving to Kent's work, Cayla was singing a song she learned at school. It was something about going to visit someone and they were sick and then they died. I think it was "Jenny Jones" or something. She's asleep now and I did a web search and didn't find it, anyway... She was singing happily and Mom said the song sounded depressing. It reminded me of the "Peanut Song." (Not the one with the train - the one where you found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut just now... )

Cayla demanded we sing the song to her, so we gave it a try. We foundered near the end, but Mom kept going. We always forget the last couple of verses. Anyway, Cayla loved the song so much she added a couple of verses. After you "went the other way," she added "got crispy" and "pile of ashes." Not bad for a 7-year-old, I guess. She and Amanda were having a hilarious time with the song, but I had to tell them I was getting a headache so they would stop singing, or I would get a headache.

When Kent got off work, we went to Walmart. Amanda has a presentation and I got the stuff so she could practice and also make the freeze pops for her class. Also, I've been wearing my tennis shoes (okay, athletic shoes) to work nearly all the time. Next week we are having a corporate visitor, so I can't wear them during that time. So, I bought a pair of shoes. I think they are kind of cute. They were a tiny bit tight, but I tried them on with ankle socks on and they are meant to wear with hose. I, of course, will wear them with pants and knee-highs. I don't wear pantyhose anymore. Ah, freedom.

Sunday, April 20, 2003

Well, I have an idea for a home-based business. It's a brilliant idea, actually. I have all the materials at hand, and I would only have to advertise.

My niece (Jessica, 17) told me the other day that sometimes when she is done babysitting my kids she leaves with no desire to procreate. I could rent my kids out to parents of teenagers as birth control.

Monday, April 14, 2003

And... my car is fixed. It turns out it wasn't leaking oil, although it had in the past... Apparently, we put too much oil in it. So, it's fixed, I only have to pay about $25, and I can pick it up today.

Looking back, I see I didn't post about the car needing repairs. Ok, Cliff Notes version: oil light went on, I added oil. Went to Kent's work, he added more because the light was on again. I thought he checked the level, but I guess not. I drove home, found out later Kent saw a puddle of oil under my car at his work but didn't tell me (he could have called on the cell phone and I would have driven to the garage right then) because "I wanted to teach you a lesson about taking care of your car." Nice. Anyway, the car has been sitting in the driveway for nearly 2 weeks because I thought it had run out of oil and didn't want to drive it. Kent drove it to the garage yesterday and I picked him up in his car. Car is fixed, not a big bill, happy ending. Except, I think he's a jerk to risk the lives of his family to "teach a lesson" when he could have called me and I would have had it taken care of right away.

The only bit of revenge I have for this is the fact we've been using his car exclusively for nearly 2 weeks. He drives to work with all of us, I take the girls to school and then do what I have to do. I pick the girls up, pick him up, he drives home. I drive to work and home. Things would have gone smoother for all of us if we hadn't been relying on one car all this time. He was late for work a couple of days.
One week ago, we had a snow day. Today the temperature is in the 80s.

Friday the girls didn't have school because it was a comp day for teachers. They had to stay later on Tuesday and Thursday for parent-teacher conferences. Cayla learned to ride a bike and showed Amanda. Now all they want to do is ride their bikes. Cayla's report card was very good, Amanda's was very bad. Kent bought Cayla a new bike at Walmart; Amanda can use the used one that we already had that doesn't look very nice. We don't know how to motivate Amanda to get things done.

Thursday, I bought "The Sims Deluxe" and "Unleashed" and have played into the wee hours of the morning Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Bad move. I missed classes again today. I was supposed to turn in a paper that I haven't really even started on... guess I'll be busy tomorrow. When I finally went to bed around 4:15 a.m., I started thinking and realized that Relief Society should be tomorrow, so I will have tomorrow off - but I will work tonight. I don't have a copy of my schedule at home, so I have to assume I remembered correctly and be ready to go to work. So, I slept today instead of going to classes. Another day wasted. I'm going to have to set a timer or something when I play.

I still haven't switched my website or changed the graphics (see previous post of April 4). Guess I need to learn how to motivate myself ... not just Amanda.

Friday, April 4, 2003

I now have a "real" phone, not just a cell phone, and DSL. The DSL story is bloggable, but painful. Let's just say it's working now and leave it at that. Anyway, I just realized that with a new ISP (gotta remember to call the cable company after I switch my web pages over), I might be able to use Blogger to post to my own web site instead of Blogspot. I like Blogspot, but I would like to be able to change my templates to something that's not on the official list. I'll work on that sometime when I have more time. Ummm ... I probably should change the graphics on my home page from the Valentines Day set that's there now...
Again, it's a nasty weather day and I'm just waiting to find out if/when the kids will be released early from school. One of those days recently, they decided not to release the kids early and the weather conditions were appalling when I was trying to drive home. On that day, the snow just kept coming and the weather kept getting worse, but they didn't cancel school. Today, it started with light rain, which increased, and the addition of little ice pellets just makes things more interesting. On the radio, they said we could get up to 2 inches of snow.

On Monday, I was perturbed to turn on my favorite radio station and hear what seemed to be either solid oldies or easy listening format. On Tuesday, I called to ask and found out, yes, they are now an easy listening station. So I have switched. Goodbye KOOL 92, hello KKEZ. KKEZ is usually a little more rock than I like, but it's better than the alternative.

In addition, on Tuesday, the oil light went on in my car and didn't go off. I bought 4 quarts of oil at Walmart, thinking I would put 2 in and save 2 for later. Later was the same day, when I stopped to meet Kent as he was getting off work. He put the other 2 quarts in for me. He noticed when I left that there was a large puddle where the car had been, but didn't bother to mention it until Wednesday morning. Tuesday night when I was leaving to go to work, I saw a large puddle under the car, so I had to take Kent's car. If Kent had called me on the cell phone from his work when he saw that puddle, I would have driven to the mechanic's immediately instead of driving home - 10 miles in the opposite direction. Now, we have to put in another 5 quarts and drive to the mechanic's tomorrow with Kent following me in his car, hoping that my car will make it there without blowing the engine. Kent says he wanted to teach me a "lesson" about taking care of my car. I think he wants my car to blow the engine just because he's being a jerk.

Because he didn't tell me about the puddle and because I drove my car home and it's staying there until tomorrow, I've been drving his car. :( It's a 93 Ford Escort wagon. It has a stick shift. :( I hate manual transmissions. :( I hope I can afford to get my car fixed. Every day Kent is a little late or nearly late for work, and the girls don't have time to eat breakfast at school.

I need to go get ready for work. I nearly had my Sunday business page done last night, but couldn't find 2 of the photos I'm supposed to put on the page. I tried calling Dorothy this morning to see if she knows where they are, but she didn't answer the phone. I know I'll just have to go in, but I'm putting it off.

When I got home last night, I turned on the computer (bad idea) and started Web surfing. I found a link to the Gallery of Regrettable Food. I was laughing helplessly and had to share with my sister, so I sent her the link through Yahoo Messenger. I remember watching an episode of "Batman" with my nephew Alex, who was probably 16 at the time. We made fun of the show and were laughing hysterically. That's how I felt looking at the pages of the Gallery of Regrettable Food. Make sure you visit The Instittue of Official Cheer and don't forget to take a tour of the Gobbler Motel & Supper Club.

A link to pass along to Barbara: Dogs and newspapers ...