If I believed in astrology or such then today I would truly wonder if my stars are in a bad sign. It is 7:00 and already the day is disastrous!
Late last night, too late for me to run to the store, Alivia tells me she needs gym shoes. She apparently can’t use hers because they are “skater” type gym shoes which are not acceptable for the P.E. class she starts today. So I said I would get up early this morning and run to Meijer to grab her some.
I wake up at regular time, 5:10 am, at which time I realize I forgot to set the clock a little early to be able to go to Meijer. I run to the shower. Can’t find a new razor so I hack up my legs with the dull one. I wouldn’t have bothered, but there comes a point when your legs start looking so bear-like that you have no choice sisters. I mean what if I had a car accident? I blow out my hair, etcetera etcetera and go to get dressed. I forgot to lay something out last night! It’s dark, I can’t see; don’t want to wake anyone up so I throw on the first thing I find. Black pants, blue shirt. Snazzy.
I run downstairs, throw on the first shoes I see, my brown slides, and run out to start the car. I start to pack the boys lunch for the field trip they’re going on today. No brown paper bags. Ok, no problem. I’ll get them at Meijer.
Jump in the car, head to Meijer. Have you ever noticed just how BIG Meijer is? Lord have mercy, by the time I grabbed some yogurt at the BACK of the store, the bags, ran to the shoe section, and back to the front, I was huffin’ it.
Start scanning my items, get to the shoes, and the machine tells me I need assistance. I wait. The girl wants to tell me why it beeped. I don’t care! Just fix it! I have to go!
I run out to the car. Check the time; doing good.
Ouch! I tripped on a rock, no a boulder! What’s a boulder doing in Meijer parking lot?! Wait a minute? Are my shoes brown? I’ll change them when I get home.
Run in the house; put Alivia's shoes on the table. I don’t have time to actually pack the lunches.
I leave Scott a note. Whisper up the stairs to Alivia that her shoes are on the table and leave.
Ok, I’m doing good. Just going to be about 5 minutes late.
Wait!!!!! I forgot to change my shoes! Crap!
U turn.
Run in the house change shoes, run out. Liv asks me what is going on. Yell it at her as I back out of the driveway for the 3rd time
Down the road I’m crossing through an intersection and I hear an ambulance. Where is it? I look in the rear. Nope. To the side…ahh! There it is! Coming at me in the intersection! It’s doing that chirp chirp thing at ME! That would be my luck to get hit by an ambulance for pete’s sake.
Ok, I make it to work 15 minutes late. Not too bad.
My co-worker asks me why I'm late. As I start telling her I put my purse up on the counter which knocked the entire Sams’s Club size can of coffee on the floor.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???!!!!!
Alright. I’m hiding in my office now. Hopefully the ceiling won’t cave in!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Random musings, and historical events
Hi, my name is Charmaine, and I live in a box.
4 days a week I get up at 5a.m. Well, it’s more like 5:15a.m. but 15 minutes doesn’t make that much difference pre dawn –trust me. I leave for work at 6a.m ish, in order to get to work by 6:30. I get off work at 4:30p.m. For the 10 hours in between…. I live in a box.
Mine is fancier than others I’ve seen and others I’ve lived in before. It has actual walls and a door, and a window!!!!! I realize that this fact alone should make me happy, and fellow box dwellers envious. And it does, it doooes. But the fact still remains that I do spend a LOT of time in a box staring at a screen and sitting in a chair. I know I’m not alone. Millions of other people do the saaaaame thing everyday. But THIS blog is all about ME. J
Anywho, back to the box…. I have decorated it with (besides the useful and ugly work related documents) lots and lots of pictures. Photos of my kids, photos of nieces and nephews, colorful masterpieces from my kiddos, and hand made school art projects. It’s all set off with the best florescent “gallery” lighting around.
There is a kinship between my fellow box dwellers and myself. We understand each other. We check on each other when we’re running late. We sympathize when the box walls start pressing in and we NEED to leave the box, and take an afternoon stroll through the “neighborhood.” We accept that sometimes the phone has to be put on
D-N-D; computers are in fact living creatures with a mind of their own, snazzy colored pens are not under any circumstances to leave the desk they live on, and we know that when all else fails chocolate WILL tame the giant beast.
Sometimes it’s boring, sometimes???? Well, anyway at least I’m not alone.
Well, it’s time for me to go home now. Which I’m told is that other place I go to when I leave the box. See you tomorrow, same time, same place. J
~Char
I actually wrote the above right before I left last night, but didn’t have time to post it. I think I needed some sleeeeep.
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Today I have lots of random thoughts bumping around in my head. I was re- reading the story about the New York plane that emergency landed in the Hudson river last week. Can you IMAGINE????? That is like something straight out of a movie!!!! All the reports are calling it a miracle, of course I believe that God obviously had His hand on that plane. Also, I had a thought that I’ve not heard in news reports….. isn’t it amazing with all the technology that we have in 2009, with that plane being a finely tuned technical marvel, that despite ALL that….all it took to bring it down was a couple little birds? It’s a reminder to us that no matter what we do, God is ALWAYS going to be bigger.
Next thought.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Getting old really sucks doesn’t it? Some things are cool, but other things…..
For example I decided it is time to start taking better care of my skin. I went to wally world AKA Wal-mart, and did research. (I’m too poor to go to a department store)
After looking at every bottle on the shelf I decided that Oil of Olay had some good products. So I settled on a day cream, night cream, eye cream, and some of their “touch of foundation” products to replace my current foundation. I placed my 4 – count them 4 bottles of youthfulness in my cart and proceeded to the checkout. She rang it up and stated the tally. GASP! What????? Did I accidentally put a laptop computer in my cart? Surely some dvds must have slipped in there! No, that’s all there is. DOUBLE GASP! Holy Hannah! Fighting off gravity is expensive. My heart started beating faster; I broke out in a sweat. What’s happening? Am I having a hot flash? Am I peri- menopausal too?!
I swiped my check card before I could change my mind. I got home and washed my face then studied it in the mirror. All right, I need it. I’m worth this right? Stay tuned…….
Next thought-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hi. Um…my name is Charmaine….clap, clap, clap…..and I don’t really need to be here….but…sigh….I guess…I’m addicted to diet Coke.
I didn’t mean to become an addict! It just happened. You know, because everybody else was doing it. It didn’t seem to bother them. It looked fun. It started out innocently enough. I ordered it for dinner when I went out. Then I would grab a can for lunch. Before long it crept into my mornings. Now I can’t live without it. I don’t want to. I NEED to. It cannot be good for me.
But it’s soooo good –insert whiney voice- And have you had it from McDonald’s??? yummy! It’s so good I wrote an Ode to McDonald’s diet coke. But the Mac daddy of all diet Coke suppliers is hands down Frisch’s. Order it with a splash of vanilla in it… OMG….it’s the BOMB DIGGITY!
-sigh-
so anyway, like I said…my name is Charmaine and I’m addicted to diet Coke.
Final thought-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can’t end this post without addressing the historical event that is happening today. Of course, I’m referring to the inauguration of our nation’s 44th president. Barack Obama.
I refer to it as historical not just because he is our first bi-racial leader, but because there will never be another 44th.
I did not vote for Obama. I just didn’t believe him. But our nation has spoke and now we must embrace him as our leader. That, people, is the beauty of democracy. I am teaching my kids to embrace this. They know we didn’t vote for Obama, but I have told them that we must respect his office. Respect the collective voice of the nation. We will now support our nation as it changes and grows. And it’s something they’ll be able to tell their kids about someday. They are alive during the service of the first minority leader of our country. We are experiencing this in a way no one else behind us will be able to. I remember events in my lifetime. I vividly remember when the Berlin wall fell. And of course there is nothing more vivid than my memory of 9/11/01. That is one day I remember with burning clarity.
I just heard on the wall to wall media coverage that the white house’s foundation was built on the backs of slave laborers. I heard a reporter ask a woman why she had come, and her answer was that she a part of the march on Washington in the 60’s so for her this is like coming full circle. Amazing. It truly is amazing –this country of ours. I get a little misty eyed whenever I hear the anthem played.
I love and am proud to be an American. Home of the free, land of the brave. There is no other country like ours. We are a mighty nation because our for fathers put God in charge. May we never forget that.
God bless America on this day.
4 days a week I get up at 5a.m. Well, it’s more like 5:15a.m. but 15 minutes doesn’t make that much difference pre dawn –trust me. I leave for work at 6a.m ish, in order to get to work by 6:30. I get off work at 4:30p.m. For the 10 hours in between…. I live in a box.
Mine is fancier than others I’ve seen and others I’ve lived in before. It has actual walls and a door, and a window!!!!! I realize that this fact alone should make me happy, and fellow box dwellers envious. And it does, it doooes. But the fact still remains that I do spend a LOT of time in a box staring at a screen and sitting in a chair. I know I’m not alone. Millions of other people do the saaaaame thing everyday. But THIS blog is all about ME. J
Anywho, back to the box…. I have decorated it with (besides the useful and ugly work related documents) lots and lots of pictures. Photos of my kids, photos of nieces and nephews, colorful masterpieces from my kiddos, and hand made school art projects. It’s all set off with the best florescent “gallery” lighting around.
There is a kinship between my fellow box dwellers and myself. We understand each other. We check on each other when we’re running late. We sympathize when the box walls start pressing in and we NEED to leave the box, and take an afternoon stroll through the “neighborhood.” We accept that sometimes the phone has to be put on
D-N-D; computers are in fact living creatures with a mind of their own, snazzy colored pens are not under any circumstances to leave the desk they live on, and we know that when all else fails chocolate WILL tame the giant beast.
Sometimes it’s boring, sometimes???? Well, anyway at least I’m not alone.
Well, it’s time for me to go home now. Which I’m told is that other place I go to when I leave the box. See you tomorrow, same time, same place. J
~Char
I actually wrote the above right before I left last night, but didn’t have time to post it. I think I needed some sleeeeep.
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Today I have lots of random thoughts bumping around in my head. I was re- reading the story about the New York plane that emergency landed in the Hudson river last week. Can you IMAGINE????? That is like something straight out of a movie!!!! All the reports are calling it a miracle, of course I believe that God obviously had His hand on that plane. Also, I had a thought that I’ve not heard in news reports….. isn’t it amazing with all the technology that we have in 2009, with that plane being a finely tuned technical marvel, that despite ALL that….all it took to bring it down was a couple little birds? It’s a reminder to us that no matter what we do, God is ALWAYS going to be bigger.
Next thought.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Getting old really sucks doesn’t it? Some things are cool, but other things…..
For example I decided it is time to start taking better care of my skin. I went to wally world AKA Wal-mart, and did research. (I’m too poor to go to a department store)
After looking at every bottle on the shelf I decided that Oil of Olay had some good products. So I settled on a day cream, night cream, eye cream, and some of their “touch of foundation” products to replace my current foundation. I placed my 4 – count them 4 bottles of youthfulness in my cart and proceeded to the checkout. She rang it up and stated the tally. GASP! What????? Did I accidentally put a laptop computer in my cart? Surely some dvds must have slipped in there! No, that’s all there is. DOUBLE GASP! Holy Hannah! Fighting off gravity is expensive. My heart started beating faster; I broke out in a sweat. What’s happening? Am I having a hot flash? Am I peri- menopausal too?!
I swiped my check card before I could change my mind. I got home and washed my face then studied it in the mirror. All right, I need it. I’m worth this right? Stay tuned…….
Next thought-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hi. Um…my name is Charmaine….clap, clap, clap…..and I don’t really need to be here….but…sigh….I guess…I’m addicted to diet Coke.
I didn’t mean to become an addict! It just happened. You know, because everybody else was doing it. It didn’t seem to bother them. It looked fun. It started out innocently enough. I ordered it for dinner when I went out. Then I would grab a can for lunch. Before long it crept into my mornings. Now I can’t live without it. I don’t want to. I NEED to. It cannot be good for me.
But it’s soooo good –insert whiney voice- And have you had it from McDonald’s??? yummy! It’s so good I wrote an Ode to McDonald’s diet coke. But the Mac daddy of all diet Coke suppliers is hands down Frisch’s. Order it with a splash of vanilla in it… OMG….it’s the BOMB DIGGITY!
-sigh-
so anyway, like I said…my name is Charmaine and I’m addicted to diet Coke.
Final thought-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can’t end this post without addressing the historical event that is happening today. Of course, I’m referring to the inauguration of our nation’s 44th president. Barack Obama.
I refer to it as historical not just because he is our first bi-racial leader, but because there will never be another 44th.
I did not vote for Obama. I just didn’t believe him. But our nation has spoke and now we must embrace him as our leader. That, people, is the beauty of democracy. I am teaching my kids to embrace this. They know we didn’t vote for Obama, but I have told them that we must respect his office. Respect the collective voice of the nation. We will now support our nation as it changes and grows. And it’s something they’ll be able to tell their kids about someday. They are alive during the service of the first minority leader of our country. We are experiencing this in a way no one else behind us will be able to. I remember events in my lifetime. I vividly remember when the Berlin wall fell. And of course there is nothing more vivid than my memory of 9/11/01. That is one day I remember with burning clarity.
I just heard on the wall to wall media coverage that the white house’s foundation was built on the backs of slave laborers. I heard a reporter ask a woman why she had come, and her answer was that she a part of the march on Washington in the 60’s so for her this is like coming full circle. Amazing. It truly is amazing –this country of ours. I get a little misty eyed whenever I hear the anthem played.
I love and am proud to be an American. Home of the free, land of the brave. There is no other country like ours. We are a mighty nation because our for fathers put God in charge. May we never forget that.
God bless America on this day.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
You know that book titled Men are from Mars Women are from Venus?
Well, I’ve never read it, but I have to say that is the best description of gender I’ve ever heard.
I consider myself a fairly intelligent person – not college educated- but still I can balance my own checkbook if you know what I mean. HOWEVER, I am still at a loss for communicating with, and understanding my husband. We have been married for 15 years, and been through A LOT. Now in our middle 30’s we’ve mellowed quite a bit. There are some things that we still argue about, you know – sex, money, housework. Those things I understand. But every now and then he still throws me curve balls that I just do not get. It is as if, as the book says, he is speaking Martian, and I Venetian.
Case in point…….
Last night Scott went to his buddy’s where the two of them give music lessons. He gets home around 10:00 and the only reason I’m still up is because American Idol was on and I couldn’t make myself turn it off. So he comes up stairs, and crawls into bed. GASP! He was as cold as a freakin’ popsicle!!!!!! I mean we are talking polar ice cap cold. And what does he do? Puts those frozen Eskimo hands on me!
Get off me!
Warm me up
Seriously, get off, you are freezing!
Come on, just let me get warm
Okkkk, put your hands between YOUR legs, or under your butt or something and warm them up some first!
At this point he throws the covers off, gives me the big sigh, and walks out of the bedroom to watch TV. What? Just like that? All because I wouldn’t let you put your frozen tundra hands on me?
Am I wrong here? Does being a wife really mean that I have to allow frozen hands?
I mean, really.
So I –sigh- go downstairs –sigh- ask what is wrong? Apparently I had slipped into my native tongue of Venetian at this point. And he was obviously speaking Martian because after 15 minutes we still didn’t understand each other, or what had happened. I ended up going back up to bed scratching my head. –sigh-
Maybe I should go buy that book. Even after all this time I still don’t understand a single word of Martian!!!!!!!
Well, I’ve never read it, but I have to say that is the best description of gender I’ve ever heard.
I consider myself a fairly intelligent person – not college educated- but still I can balance my own checkbook if you know what I mean. HOWEVER, I am still at a loss for communicating with, and understanding my husband. We have been married for 15 years, and been through A LOT. Now in our middle 30’s we’ve mellowed quite a bit. There are some things that we still argue about, you know – sex, money, housework. Those things I understand. But every now and then he still throws me curve balls that I just do not get. It is as if, as the book says, he is speaking Martian, and I Venetian.
Case in point…….
Last night Scott went to his buddy’s where the two of them give music lessons. He gets home around 10:00 and the only reason I’m still up is because American Idol was on and I couldn’t make myself turn it off. So he comes up stairs, and crawls into bed. GASP! He was as cold as a freakin’ popsicle!!!!!! I mean we are talking polar ice cap cold. And what does he do? Puts those frozen Eskimo hands on me!
Get off me!
Warm me up
Seriously, get off, you are freezing!
Come on, just let me get warm
Okkkk, put your hands between YOUR legs, or under your butt or something and warm them up some first!
At this point he throws the covers off, gives me the big sigh, and walks out of the bedroom to watch TV. What? Just like that? All because I wouldn’t let you put your frozen tundra hands on me?
Am I wrong here? Does being a wife really mean that I have to allow frozen hands?
I mean, really.
So I –sigh- go downstairs –sigh- ask what is wrong? Apparently I had slipped into my native tongue of Venetian at this point. And he was obviously speaking Martian because after 15 minutes we still didn’t understand each other, or what had happened. I ended up going back up to bed scratching my head. –sigh-
Maybe I should go buy that book. Even after all this time I still don’t understand a single word of Martian!!!!!!!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The Dark Ages
Well, it’s here.
The Dark Ages
Also known as, January through March. I personally find these months the most depressing of the year. It’s dark when I go to work; it’s dark when I go home. There are no major holidays until Easter – which may actually fall in March sometimes, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is there ain’t much goin’ on.
I mean, there IS stuff going on. But nothing exciting to look forward to. It’s like we’re all just surviving the dark the cold the wind… oh the wind! Until spring arrives… spring…ahhhh
Sorry if I’m depressing you. Actually, I’m not really depressed so much as bored.
I’m bored with cold weather, with coat and hat piercing wind, with slush, and mud. I’m bored with spending 10 hours a day sitting at the same desk looking at the same computer with the same work staring back at me.
I’m bored with darkness. Bring on the sun! You know what that is. It’s that big bright orange thing that’s usually up in the sky!
To combat the darkness I’ve decided to try and read the Bible through in chronological order this year. Actually, if truth be told I stole the idea from a blogger I follow. :)
Anyway, it’s a good idea. Something I’ve never done. I’m only about 5 days in and I’ve already read things I hadn’t before. Interesting…… I’ll keep you posted.
So in a way, I guess I’ll bring my OWN light to the darkness by beefing up my bulb. :)
~Char
The Dark Ages
Also known as, January through March. I personally find these months the most depressing of the year. It’s dark when I go to work; it’s dark when I go home. There are no major holidays until Easter – which may actually fall in March sometimes, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is there ain’t much goin’ on.
I mean, there IS stuff going on. But nothing exciting to look forward to. It’s like we’re all just surviving the dark the cold the wind… oh the wind! Until spring arrives… spring…ahhhh
Sorry if I’m depressing you. Actually, I’m not really depressed so much as bored.
I’m bored with cold weather, with coat and hat piercing wind, with slush, and mud. I’m bored with spending 10 hours a day sitting at the same desk looking at the same computer with the same work staring back at me.
I’m bored with darkness. Bring on the sun! You know what that is. It’s that big bright orange thing that’s usually up in the sky!
To combat the darkness I’ve decided to try and read the Bible through in chronological order this year. Actually, if truth be told I stole the idea from a blogger I follow. :)
Anyway, it’s a good idea. Something I’ve never done. I’m only about 5 days in and I’ve already read things I hadn’t before. Interesting…… I’ll keep you posted.
So in a way, I guess I’ll bring my OWN light to the darkness by beefing up my bulb. :)
~Char
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Happy New Year
Well the holidays are over. Thank goodness. Don't get me wrong I love to celebrate Jesus's birth and teach my children such. I love the opportunities to spread His love. However, this year was stressful, and I was ready for it to be O-V-E-R.
The kids had a good Christmas. They all seemed to really like and appreciate everything they got. Tanner got a bass guitar. My house sounds like the band room at school now. :)
We are a very blessed family to be sure. I keep reminding myself of that because lately it's been difficult to see that light at the end of the tunnel. The house we are living in is actually falling down around us. Sinks don't work, lights are failing, the windows are literally about to fall out of the wall. But IT'S OK. I am blessed. I WILL NOT COMPLAIN. We WILL reach our goal and build our own house. when????
I have decided to read the Bible in chronilogical order this year. I got a list and started the night before last. It should be interesting. And I know there are books I've never read before so this should be good.
Well, there's probably alot more I could write, but I'm just too tired. so that's all for now.
Ta-Ta, Char
The kids had a good Christmas. They all seemed to really like and appreciate everything they got. Tanner got a bass guitar. My house sounds like the band room at school now. :)
We are a very blessed family to be sure. I keep reminding myself of that because lately it's been difficult to see that light at the end of the tunnel. The house we are living in is actually falling down around us. Sinks don't work, lights are failing, the windows are literally about to fall out of the wall. But IT'S OK. I am blessed. I WILL NOT COMPLAIN. We WILL reach our goal and build our own house. when????
I have decided to read the Bible in chronilogical order this year. I got a list and started the night before last. It should be interesting. And I know there are books I've never read before so this should be good.
Well, there's probably alot more I could write, but I'm just too tired. so that's all for now.
Ta-Ta, Char
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