Thursday, May 29, 2003

Tuesday night (May 27) was Amanda's fourth-grade "graduation." There was a potluck and graduation ceremony. Kent decided not to go because Amanda "doesn't do what I tell her to do at home." How petty. So, my mom got to go. I was supposed to bring a main dish and vegetable for 10 people. This was difficult, because we had no money. I couldn't even make anything from what we had in the pantry, unless I could do it from a couple of boxes of Jell-O and some rice. Mom paid for some chicken and potato salad from Wal-Mart.

So, here was my afternoon: pick the girls up from school, take Amanda to Donna's house, drop Cayla off at Kent's work, go to work until 5:30, pick up Mom, go to Wal-Mart for the food, pick up Amanda at Donna's, go to the school. We were 15 minutes late, but they hadn't started eating yet. We found a table with a seat at the end for Mom. She has a hard time lifting her legs up over the bench of the cafeteria table. When our table was called, we stood in line and made our way up to the food. We all had chosen food and Mom & I had full plates, when Mom put a piece of chicken on her plate and it all tipped over. She walks with a cane, and couldn't hold her plate with both hands.

Mrs. Osterberg helped her with her plate and she got a couple more things to replace what dropped on the floor. When everyone was done eating, it was presentation time. The kids were called up one at a time to get a "diploma," their yearbook and a carnation. I watched all the parents go up the middle (the tables were in two rows of five tables, with aisles on the outside and middle) to take pictures, getting a lovely picture of their childrens' heads. I went over to one side before Amanda's name was called so I could get a better shot. Of course, I don't know when I'll get this roll of film developed, so I can't tell if it worked or not.

After the presentation, I grabbed our second batch of chicken that wasn't used, the rest of the potato salad and a piece of cake. Amanda carried cake for herself and Mom. I had to get back to work, so we left. I had to put gas in my car, so we went to Wal-Mart. I was planning to give Donna the $2 left on my gift card so she could get something for supper. She was going to supper break and chose the chicken and potato salad instead. I realized I didn't have time to take Amanda home, so dropped her off at Donna's and took Mom home. I got back to work exactly at 8. I got off at 11, took Amanda home and was up til 2.

I'm always up too late. Even now, I wanted to go to sleep when I got home, but I was hungry, so I got a bowl of macaroni salad. It's nearly 1:30 a.m. I had decided to go to bed as soon as possible, rather than stay up all night doing laundry, thinking I've got something I can wear. I just realized I don't know if the kids do. I know they have enough clean clothes, but not if they are the right kind.

I don't know if anyone reads this besides me. I don't think it really matters. I do censor some things that are private or hard to explain, and I have a tendency to ramble on. I guess if a reader doesn't like it, they are free to move on to something more amusing.

Saturday, May 24, 2003

Well, it's Saturday and we're all back at home. Kent, of course, never left. Cayla was at Donna's house. Amanda and I went to Camp Foster for two days with the fourth grade classes from her school. It's a 20-year tradition. There were lots of scheduled activities and Amanda got to try them all - right up until it really started to rain. At that point, her team was out on the lake in canoes, but they quickly paddled in. The next activity was supposed to be Beach Games, but turned out to be inside games.

Amanda had fun, and so did I. I participated in some of the activities - like archery and the obstacle course (as a spotter). I tried to get on a horse, but was having problems and decided to wait it out so I wouldn't delay the team further. We were running late already. I passed on the canoeing - which was very lucky, as it turned out. The sprinkles became a downpour very quickly.

One of the songs was "Tony Chestnut." I'm trying to find the same version that we were taught, but no luck so far.

Normally, after so much activity, I would have no trouble sleeping, but the beds in the cabins were hard and uncomfortable.I woke up many times during the night.

Friday morning, we went to the Maritime Museum at Arnold's Park, the Abbie Gardner Cabin, and the Fish Hatchery at Spirit Lake. Then it was back to camp, lunch, pack our stuff and go. I had forgotten to tell Donna to pick me up, so I had to call Kent at work and tell him to pick us up. We got back to the school around 3:30 and he gets off work at 4. We were the last ones to leave, even after Mrs. Whiting, and she had to do some work before her husband came to pick her up.

When Kent came to get Amanda and me, we all headed over to Donna's to pick up Cayla. She didn't want to leave right away, because Donna was bringing her a kid's meal, so we waited.Then we were off to Hy-Vee to do a little grocery shopping, and then home. We got stuff for plate tacos, but nobody wanted to cook, so I went to the Otho Pub for loaded hashbrowns (hashbrowns with cheese, onions & peppers). Kent, of course, was on the computer until after midnight - except for the half hour or so he was on the phone in the bedroom but had to have the computer left alone while he was gone.

Now, I've been online for a couple of hours. I haven't found the exact version of "Tony Chestnut" that we heard at camp, and I should be getting ready for work. Ah, I might as well - can't put it off any longer. I work tonight, I'm off tomorrow, then I work six nights in a row. Fun.

Friday, May 16, 2003

In my last post, moaning about how tired I am, I didn't mention an upcoming event. Enrichment Night for Relief Society is next Tuesday. I was asked to teach a mini-class, and the following Sunday the whole R.S. presidency changed. I don't know if they are planning on me teaching the mini-class or not, now. Nobody has contacted me, I don't have the new R.S. president's phone number, I just have to act like I'll be doing it and see what happens. The class is about heritage albums. I have some of the stuff I need, but I haven't really worked on one, and I have to have at least a couple of pages ready by Tuesday... ack. I won't be ready, of course. Also, Thursday and Friday of next week, I'll be going on a trip with Amanda's class to Okoboji, as a chaperone. I'm getting more tired just thinking about it! LOL
Well, I got my art project completed, sort of. It wasn't what I imagined at the beginning, but I hope I got my point across. I haven't gotten my grades back yet. And, of course, I haven't found a new template and updated the look of this yet. I'm tired (when am I not?) and I have to go to work (which I'm delaying). And I'm hungry, but don't quite feel like eating anything we have. It's all just sort of blah.

This week at work, we've been having more computer problems than normal. Tuesday night, the news server went down twice. That's the server that the pages are stored on, so if no server, no work gets done. (I work at The Messenger, the newspaper in Fort Dodge, Iowa.) As bad as Tuesday was, Wednesday was so, so much worse. That night the server went down and never came back. Our IT guy, David, had to restore pages from backup (incomplete, of course) and save them to another server. The new location wasn't mapped like the original, so it was like going to a new drive to find them.

One responsibility I have it to wait until the printing plant calls to say they have all the pages and everything is okay. If they were to call with a problem, I would just have to call one of the IT guys and have them fix it, probably. But, four of the five nights I work, I'm supposed to stay late. Wednesday nights, particularly, since there are extra publications that are printed that night. I have to wait and make sure they got all of those pages, too. This last Wednesday, I left at 1:45 a.m. David (IT guy) left at 8 a.m. He'd been up all night restoring the stuff from backup.

Anyway, I'm still recovering from that night and really want to go take a nap (one of my favorite "activities"), but have a stinking page to do for Sunday business section. I just called and talked to Barbara, hoping she would say she needed the space on that page for something... but no luck. I still have to go in. I work tonight, too.

Sunday, May 4, 2003

I'm going to have to sneak some time in to find a blog template and get everything righted, too... when I moved my blog from blogspot, the graphics for the template aren't accessible and I really should be working on my project...
It's been storming all day. I went online a couple of times but chickened out due to heavy thunder/lightning. Finally, it looks like clearing up a little and I've got to get to work. I've got a project due tomorrow in "Exploring the Visual Arts." I have the pieces in my mind, now it's a matter of downloading and modifying some graphics and putting web pages together... better get busy!
Now I can pick a different template and personalize my blog a little more... which means more time surfing for blog templates and then setting them up ...
I'm trying one more setting ...
Okay, we'll try this now. I finally got my web site copied to Frontiernet (my DSL provider) from GlobalCCS (my cable provider), so we'll see if I can publish to the new site with Blogger...