Sunday, March 29, 2009

Professing my love to Sirius

If you have been reading this blog for a long time, you may recall that in the past I have had a rant or two about the piss poor state of radio 'round my home town.

If I was a cooler, better blogger I would have those posts tagged, categorized, bedazzled, and all the other things the hip bloggers do. Alas I am lazy and do not bother with all that, therefore I am not going to be able to link back to those posts. I have neither the time nor inclination to go back through 3.5 years of posts to find what I am looking for.

YOU may if you are so inclined however. Might be fun if you have absolutely nothing else to do. I think some of those early Babbles may have been entertaining from time to time. But I digress......

My poor patient husband has been listening to me bitch, moan, repeatedly switch the station, sigh, moan again before turning the damn radio off altogether because I am so very disgusted. Why the man has been willing to ride in a car with me is a mystery.

I guess he finally got good and fed up with my behavior because for my birthday a couple of weeks ago he got me a Satellite Radio!!!!!

I had looked in to that before, several years ago but was unimpressed with the station selection and twitchy about paying for radio.

Things have improved greatly since I last looked into it, and I am GLAAAADDDLYY paying for the service. To me it is worth every penny to hear my beloved music. The artists I love. The era's I love....

Oh my God I love it. I want to drive around in my car all the time, but luckily I don't have to because I got a groovy fancy boombox that plays my little radio any where I want!

Car rides are so much more pleasant with my new toy. Of course we always have to drive my car now, but I don't think my BH cares because his wife is a bitchin' no more!

Y'see I tend to be a bit of uh well....snob I guess when it comes to the tunes. I have always kind of been that way, and just can not bear to sit and listen to music I don't like. High school dances were painful for me primarily for that reason, and likely why I went to very few of them, among other reasons I recall one where several of my friends and I staged a sit in because the DJ was playing crap. Guns n Roses, awful 80's hair bands, and other assorted horrors. I am sure we thought we were edgy and cool, but more likely we just came off as assholes. Ahh hindsight.

For our wedding dance BH and I laboriously made numerous cassette tapes, because I (with his full agreement by the way) flatly refused to have a DJ come and "play nothing but top 40 crap, or GOD FORBID.... County music on our special day. Did you know that DJ's let people come up and make requests??? Oh God the horror!! THE HORROR!!" (Hmmmm....I don't think there is a much better example of my control issues.)

So now I have hundreds of channels that cater to just about any musical whim I have.

And I LOVE it. Love it again, and then I love it some more.

Worth every penny of that $14 a month to me. Every.Last.One.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Disturbed Maybe, Bothered Definitely

Last night I once again dreamt that I was at work. I really hate those dreams. I especially hate them when I am on vacation as is the case right now.

So the dream starts off with me just being at work doing what I do. Then I am off to meet with my former supervisor about new job responsibilities that she will be overseeing. (A dose of real life there.) While meeting with my former supervisor, a co-worker comes in and crawls on to a couch that is in the office, says that she needs to take a nap and then uses a remote control which causes the couch to fold up and cocoon her. Next, my former supervisor and I are driving in rainstorm, it is a very heavy rainstorm, and suddenly something (I still don't know what) crashes through the windshield and shatters it. Then in the funny way that dreams do, we are all back in her office talking about what happened, and checking to make sure everyone is ok. I say I am fine, but my mouth is full of glass from the windshield. I keep spitting mouthfuls of glass in to a sink. I start to panic about the possibilities for me if I have swallowed glass, and then wake up.

This dream has stuck with me all day. One reason I think is because the sensation of having a mouthful of glass seemed very real. That has creeped me out on several occasions today. The second reason is I keep wondering what this dream might be about... really. Oddly, I seem to be halting that stream of thought before it goes to far.

I am not always sure what I think about meaning in dreams. But for whatever reason this one is bugging me, so I feel that on some level there is more than just a weird dream going on here.

I think that part of me does not want to examine it because of my less than cordial feelings about changes the agency has implemented right now. As I have said in other posts I am trying really hard to push through these feelings. Given my complete dread about returning to work next week, it seems the pushing through is not going so well.

Bleah. I do not like this. Not one little bit.

Missy is struggling.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Making them earn their keep

We are a family that does menu planning. Sunday is grocery day, we make our menu, make our list and then I am off for my weekly torture session.

At least once meal during the week is totally kid friendly. Meaning both children will eat it without complaint. Additionally meaning that the meal consists of macaroni and cheese with either fishsticks or chicken nuggets. (Please pardon the pause while I gag.)

It will likely come as no surprise that this meal often gets skipped because BH and I Do.Not.Want.To.Eat.That.Nasty.Shit. So often we devise some clever reason that we have to eat out and not cook that meal.

STAMPS!! We must go out and get stamps!!! All of us together!!! We have to get them from the store on the otherside of town because they have the pretty ones that REALLY adhere to the envelope and by the time we get there and back well it will be getting late and the kids have school tomorrow .. we can't get them in to bed late, so I guess we better stop at Chipotle and get some dinner to save time since it is RIGHT THERE.

Or something like that.

We are in a NEVEREFFINGENDING quest to eat out less, so my BH came up with the brilliant idea a few weeks ago to have the children cook this meal, so that we would not be able to excuse our way out of it and go out again. The kids love this idea and have been all over it. Of course the problem is that we still have to eat the nasty fishsticks/chicken nuggets. So after a few weeks of success we have been slipping back in to excuse/avoid the meal mode.

I have been looking for cookbooks for kids, or something of that sort to help expand their cooking skills beyond heating up an oven and heating up frozen food, and also to widen and vary the menu a bit.

If anyone has any suggestions about cookbooks, websites, etc. I am all ears.

Please help us on our quest to just say no to sticks made of frozen fish parts.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

37 is the new 25

Ahh yes...as of today I am another year deeper in to my 30's. I am officially 37.

I never did come up with any resolutions for the New Year, and while I typically do not keep my resolutions for long, in some ways I have felt a bit off kilter, without having any specific goal to start off the new year.

I decided a few days ago that I would treat my birthday like the new year and makes some resolutions regarding my 37th year on this earth.

Since I don't like to "reinvent the wheel" as they say, I have decided to take a cue from BH regarding my goals for 37.

Or in layperson terms I am totally copying him.

Since the beginning of the year he has been giving up one unhealthy habit every month. He has had pretty good success so far.

As I have viewed his success and have been increasingly more guilty for imbibing in front of him those things that he is choosing to relinquish I thought this would be a good route to go.

SO! After today I will no longer be drinking soda. That is where I am starting. I think it will be a fairly easy task and be a good way to get me on track with this program.

Next month...Fast Food. I was going to say candy, but there is no way I am going to be able to pass up Reece's Peanut Butter Eggs. Candy is going to be hard and ugly. Because my primary consumption of chocolate happens through candy.

I will post the warnings when it is time for that one. I may start writing out my apologies now. I don't even want to think about what my blog posts will be..probably something along the lines of : Whine, whine, crazy, bitchy, whine, whine, ANGRY TIRADE, whine, whine, whine.

Maybe I shoud just copy and paste the above now and save myself some trouble.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Just thought you all would like to know

I am on spring break!

No work for an entire week!

Yay!

Whoopeee!

Look out creepy basement!

Get back disgusting art room!

Beware crowded and disorganized kitchen cabinets!

Ima comin' after you.

Try not to be TOO jealous of my exotic vacation plans.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

The World Didn't Even Come to an End!

Friends something happened last weekend. Something that happens about as frequently as oohhhh..Haley's Comet or something like that.

I went out.

By myself.

No children.

No husband.

Just me and a few other adults.

Not one time.

Not two times.

THREE WHOLE TIMES!!!!!

One of them was even spontaneous!

It was glorious. It was much needed.

I have not been faring well in the mood department these past two weeks. I have some angry feelings about some things and I am struggling mightily to let those feelings go. I have not been terribly successful. I do not like it one little bit.

One of my outings involved re-learning a previously learned skill. By previously learned skill I mean something that I never really learned how to do correctly in the first place. I learned to crochet!

Here are my first efforts:








I call this one "Bookmark." Or more accurately "Learning different stitches, or whatever you call them." Apparently technical terms were not part of my education.






This one is "Granny Square in Progress"
It was lovely fun and I look forward to someday actually making a complete crocheted...something.
Now I need to go do some mediatation or guided imagery or something to get this ugly angry beast OUT!! Out of my head!