Friday, April 28, 2006

The "I love you" is coming, I feel it...

Bet y'all thought this was about someone other than one of my children;>

I am referring to my little J man. He's been such a heart-breaker with the displays of affection as of late. He gives hugs and kisses when I ask and actually insists on giving me a hug and kiss before I leave daycare in the mornings or their room at night. He says "hug" and "kiss", knowing what they are. M is catching on, too, but he'll still take off in the mornings without a second thought to giving me a hug, although he'll usually give in if I ask;> I'm certain J (my monkey that repeats practically everything said to him) will start declaring his love for me soon enough.

I might find this slightly offensive, being a woman and all...

but I did laugh out loud;>

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Monday, April 24, 2006

I almost forgot...

We rode NS's new bike up to Busch yesterday. I really like that bike. It goes fast with no effort but doesn't scare me and is quite comfy to be a passenger on. I would have never thought I'd be more comfortable riding on a sport bike than I was on a cruiser. Plus, I now have my own jacket (it's the yellow one) that fits me;>

My how things change with age...

Yesterday I went to Busch Gardens with NS and a rather sizeable group of his friends from work, some with their significant others. We naturally decided that before anything else, we had to sign-up for Beer School to get free samples of beer. What better way for me to figure out if I still hate beer as much as I always have;>

Well, I don't. Some were still awful...the aged Budweiser (yuck), Bud Light (eww), Budweiser Select (ugh), and Michelob Ultra (ick) all fell into that category for me. But, I actually liked the fresh Budweiser and the BE, which was nicely berry-flavored and had caffeine. I wished they would've let us choose the six we wanted to try because I would have picked some different ones, like Michelob Honey Lager and the seasonal ale.

Now, I'm an honorary brewmaster (how that's possible from what we learned, I will never understand), and I can be a much cheaper date when alcohol's involved...margarita's aren't usually cheap, and forget the mixed drink prices! Not to say that I prefer beer by any means, but at least I know I can down one without gagging;>

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Damn it...

This morning began with my somehow taking 10 minutes to leave the apartment from the time I was actually ready to walk out the door until I get M and J in the car, which, of course, resulted in my arriving about 5 minutes late to a TIME MANAGEMENT seminar. Perfectly appropriate, right? Gotta show 'em how much I need to be in the class;>

After the seminar ends, I head to Wally World to get diapers and figure I'll get a pedicure as well since they usually do a good job for a reasonable price...and I neglected to paint my toes last night and wanted to wear open-toe shoes tonight. I was one-car length from the turning lane into Wally World when the cars in front of me stop suddenly. I was paying enough attention (despite attempting to compose and send a text message) to keep my vehicle from slamming the one in front of me...unfortunately the guy behind me can't say the same thing.

I hurt. My neck and back scream with pain as it happens. My sunglasses fly forward from my face; my upper body lurches forward and is snapped backwards by the seatbelt. I was rather surprised that the airbag didn't deploy...it felt that bad at the moment.

I get out of my car and walk behind it, not hurting at all like I did at the time of the crash, but somehow knowing it will all come back tomorrow morning. The guy who rear-ended me starts to look at the back of my car with me. We agree that there seems to be very little (maybe just some scratches in my rubbery plastic bumper), if any, damage to my vehicle, although his little truck is a bit smashed and broken with a seemingly leaky radiator now. We exchange numbers and leave it at that.

I had just switched insurance carriers two days ago, so I was feeling relieved not to have to file a claim so early with my brand new policy.

What's the best part of all this? Oh yes, it does get better;>

NS and I went to a food-tasting event tonight. It was good. A lot of great, good, and decent food, free beer and wine, a rose, swing music in the background...well worth the $60 (for both of us) charitable contribution, in my opinion. As we get to my car to leave, I decide to point out that minor bumper damage I got this afternoon. He agrees with the damaged spots I point out but then says that the actual damage to my vehicle above the bumper seems worse. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I completely missed the real damage I incurred during this afternoon's crash.

Now, as my neck is starting to throb with pain, and my back is starting to ache as it twists into knots, I have to wonder if the number on the card this guy gave me is even legit and if he'll even answer or return my call...not to mention whether or not he actually has insurance. For someone that is generally very detail-oriented and observant, I was completely oblivious this afternoon when I needed those traits...damn it!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Whether you care or not...

I don't think I still have all those doubts I once had. Since I went through that little breakdown, more variety has been introduced, and I must say that "doggie" is no longer my favorite position;>

"Sweet sex" may not really be the best description. Don't get me wrong, it is sweet, as is NS, but it definitely isn't lacking passion, so "sweet" probably isn't the most accurate adjective. To be honest, no man has every taken care of me so well (he even tucks me in before he leaves for home to get ready for work in the morning), and our intimate moments are exactly that...intimate. I think that is why it feels so different...and so good. While I've always intensely enjoyed sex, I can admit that I have never felt as though my needs have been put above, or even been considered as equally important to, any man's...until now. NS takes the time to make sure that I'm satisfied without ever acting put-out or like he's doing some huge favor for me.

Whether or not anyone wanted to get an update on my feelings about my sex life, I couldn't let that previous post about it stand as the final word.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Happy Easter!

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I wish everyone a wonderful day today. I know I have been feeling especially blessed lately, and I hope the same for everyone else.

The Easter Bunny brought M and J the great Color Wonder markers so that they really won't be able to ruin the apartment walls more than they already have...yeah, right, washable;> They also got a set of Finding Nemo dishes: a plate, bowl, fork, and spoon. They like Nemo almost as much as they like graham crackers.

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Friday, April 14, 2006

Kind strangers still exist...

I really wanted mall pizza for dinner tonight, but I wanted a whole pizza to eat at home. So, I picked up the boys from school and headed to the mall. I could not believe how crowded the place was...it was over 80 outside and beautiful, not a good time to be at the mall, in my opinion. I finally find a parking space clear across the parking lot from the entrance I'm planning to use. The boys and I hold hands and make it there...eventually;>

I order the pizza and the garlic rolls and am surprised that I have all my food in about 5 minutes...I was expecting at least 10 minutes since I ordered a whole pizza, but since it was a cheese pizza, I guess they churn those pretty fast around dinner. M and J are very well behaved and don't attempt to take off or anything. Now, we try to make it out with them holding onto one of my hands and my carrying the food and my purse in the other.

We are chugging along slowly but surely when a woman comes up behind me to offer assistance. She suggests carrying the food while I take the boys. We all go to the car and I can get everyone in and settled and then take the food from her. I wasn't struggling at all, but this was such a refreshing act of kindness; she made my day.

There have been many times, usually at the grocery store, when it seems like someone would have offered a helping hand because I know I must have appeared to have my hands full and be struggling, but it has never happened until today.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Oh my gosh...they're growing up so fast;>

My boys are getting so independent.

* They say "nose" when they want a tissue for their nose, and they wipe it themselves.
* They can put on and take off their new sandals.
* They put stuff in the trash can...usually it is actually trash;>
* They pick out clothes to wear and try to dress themselves...they're getting better at that, too;>
* They put dirty clothes in the hamper when I ask...a lesson I'm happy they learned since their father never did;>
* They hold my hand when we need to cross a street or a parking lot.
* They often help clean up their markers and coloring books when I ask and start the process.

Even though they don't always listen to me when I need them to, they are really great little boys and are a lot of fun to hang out with. Good to feel so blessed...must remember this feeling next time they refuse to take a nap or at least sit quietly in their beds for a couple hours without destroying their room;>

Saturday, April 08, 2006

What is the world coming to?

I really have an issue with people that cannot see the need to take responsibility for themselves. I spent at least an hour this evening reading this post on waiterrant about a young, pretty waitress's experience with a table of 40-something men that don't know when they shouldn't be flirting with a 20-something woman. Part of what took me so long was reading the 250+ comments, and this is where I get to the point of "what is the world coming to?". There were several commenters that felt the situation amounted to serious sexual harrassment and that Waiter should have done something more than just give her a suggested comeback since he was her superior.

I can't help but wonder how the hell people began to think like this. Since when is it up to someone else to stand up for how you feel?!? If I, as a woman sometimes known as attractive and even been called hot and beautiful and often cute, don't like your comments to me, then I will take it upon myself to let you know in some way. I was a waitress for a brief time, but it isn't just waitressing...I am pretty certain it was mostly not when waitressing when I encountered the unwanted flirting such as this waitress experienced that night. You either learn to deal with it because being young and attractive has undoubtedly worked to your advantage more times than you're able to comprehend or you crawl into a hole and hope humans disappear and the world gets taken over by thoughtless robots. Whether she simply requests they stop the behavior in a no-nonsense manner or starts developing her witty and/or sassy comebacks, she is going to feel better about herself in the long-run having learned to deal with these uncomfortable situations rather than feeling like someone else needs to come to her rescue.

Perhaps I am less offended by the idea of being objectified since it began for me while I was still a child (although I suppose I am much more in the school of thought of "stop being so sensitive about every little thing, it really isn't personal" than PC), but I feel sorry for the women that are so easily offended by these stupid, harmless remarks from men. I sincerely hope that more people feel like I do than not because I just cannot understand the thought process of someone that would even consider suing a restaurant because they wouldn't make a customer that was flirting with a waitress leave when she didn't have the guts to do something about it herself to begin with. I agree that women shouldn't have to put up with crap while simply trying to do their jobs, but if you don't like how you're being treated, you need to attempt to resolve the situation yourself before even thinking that your boss should handle it for you.

If you don't read the post from Waiter or all the comments, much of this post may not make sense, but please do not read this believing that the waitress wants to sue the bistro where Waiter works...that absurdity was brought up in the comments.

I must also applaud whoever it was that made the comment over there about men not necessarily knowing when they shouldn't be flirting. There are 20-something women that date 40-something men...it isn't unheard of, people. The men at this table could very well have thought they had a shot with the waitress since at the very least, they were less-than-poor. How is a guy to know if he has a shot with a woman unless he takes a shot? I also can't help but think this waitress wouldn't have been so uncomfortable or offended had the men been younger and more appealing to her.

Had something all typed up few nights ago but it disappeared...

I had typed up a whole post and was getting ready to post it when I guess I pushed something on my keyboard and made it disappear. I was quite pissed at the time because it was all about my boys calling NS "daddy", which needs to be documented;>

Last Saturday morning, while M was being changed, he started yelling for NS but was calling him "daddy". I tried quietly correcting him, telling him NS's name...to no avail. Sunday, J picked up on M's new habit and began using it himself. From then on, they have referred to him as "daddy" and have become noticeably attached to NS...asking for him when we get home at night and even in the morning when he's not there.

Saturday night, NS and I went out for dinner. He began telling me about the conversation he'd had with his mom earlier, when he'd been driving home to take a shower before we went out. He told her about how we'd tried to get the boys to take a nap before we went to the motorcycle shop (I'm getting a jacket, a helmet, and gloves...'cause he got a new bike) but were unsuccessful. She asked him if he was good with the kids, and he told her he couldn't be too bad since they seemed to like him...in fact, he must be pretty good since one of them had called him 'dad' that morning. Now I knew he'd have to have been deaf not to have heard M say it, but this is what got me...he then told her about my making a big deal of correcting it and he wasn't sure why. I was rather caught off guard. I had not intended for him to hear me making the correction, and therefore I didn't think I had made a big deal of it since I had done it quietly. He insisted that if I did it because I thought it would bother him then I could be assured that it didn't...not at all.

While that is fine, I have now begun to wonder why it doesn't bother him. Is it because the boys are only two and don't know any better? Or is it because he is really fine with the idea of being their dad? That kind of scares me. I'm not sure that we are really at that level of seriousness or commitment for him to be thinking like that, but then again, it is really sweet, and I don't know that I'd mind it in the long run...I just haven't really begun to think about it (the big L word still hasn't been spoken by either of us).

I am also a bit concerned about the boys' attachment to him, especially M, who is certainly more attached. M took IFKAMH's disappearance pretty hard last year. At the very least, even if NS does stay around, he will be going out to sea for a full six-month deployment next year. I know a lot of military families deal with that...I was one of them when I was a child, but I'm not sure that he'll take it well. Those other military families are usually families that live together when the military lets them, and while NS does spend more nights with us than not right now, his boat just got back, and he'll be having to go to work all five days of the week again, so I'm not sure if he'll be keeping up with that, and that still isn't the same as living together full-time...although I'm not sure, I think he may have been hinting at that last week (but I am sort of guy-like in that sense...I don't usually catch on to hints very well, which is why I try not to use subtle hints when I'm trying to communicate something important). It was just him talking about the uncertainty of his living situation towards the end of this year. One of his roommates is leaving soon, for which they have a replacement lined up, but the other one is thinking of leaving when the lease is over, which is less than six months from now. He doesn't really want to renew with a short-term lease because it may not be worth it, and he doesn't think the place is worth the price if he has to share half the cost instead of a third. One of his better friends may or may not be transferring...if he doesn't, then NS can stay with him until next year's deployment, but if he does, then that plan doesn't work. So, while not directly implying anything, the more I've thought about it, the more it seems he may have been trying to solicit an offer from me. I really don't know how I feel about that. I have no qualms about living with someone I'm not married to...however, I do want the thought of marriage to at least be in the picture before I decide to live with someone, especially since the boys will be affected by this, too, and I'm not sure that I'm going to be anywhere near that frame of mind in less than six months.

Anyway, that's the stuff that I had intended to post a few nights ago but somehow erased. Not much else going on really...job's going well, house closed so I'm debt-free now (yippee!!), and boys are getting more and more grown-up every day.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Found this incredibly hilarious...

Try Saying


Dear Employees:

It has been brought to my attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their co-workers. Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated. We do however, realize the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with co-workers. Therefore, a list of 18 New and Innovative "TRY SAYING" Phrases have been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner.


1) TRY SAYING: I think you could use more training.
INSTEAD OF: You don't know what the fuck you're doing.

2) TRY SAYING: She's an aggressive go-getter.
INSTEAD OF: She's a ball-busting bitch.

3) TRY SAYING: Perhaps I can work late.
INSTEAD OF: And when the fuck do you expect me to do this?

4) TRY SAYING: I'm certain that isn't feasible.
INSTEAD OF: No fucking way.

5) TRY SAYING: Really?
INSTEAD OF: You've got to be shitting me!

6) TRY SAYING: Perhaps you should check with Georgia.
INSTEAD OF: Tell someone who gives a shit.

7) TRY SAYING: I wasn't involved in the project.
INSTEAD OF: It's not my fucking problem.

8) TRY SAYING: That's interesting.
INSTEAD OF: What the fuck?

9) TRY SAYING: I'm not sure this can be implemented.
INSTEAD OF: This shit won't work.

10) TRY SAYING: I'll try to schedule that.
INSTEAD OF: Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?

11) TRY SAYING: He's not familiar with the issues.
INSTEAD OF: He's got his head up his ass.

12) TRY SAYING: Excuse me, sir?
INSTEAD OF: Eat shit and die.

13) TRY SAYING: So you weren't happy with it?
INSTEAD OF: Kiss my ass.

14) TRY SAYING: I'm a bit overloaded at the moment.
INSTEAD OF: Fuck it, I'm on salary!

15) TRY SAYING: I don't think you understand.
INSTEAD OF: Shove it up your ass.

16) TRY SAYING: I love a challenge.
INSTEAD OF: This job sucks.

17) TRY SAYING: You want me to take care of that?
INSTEAD OF: Who the hell died and made you boss?

18 ) TRY SAYING: He's somewhat insensitive.
INSTEAD OF: He's a prick.