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August 29 Thank Goodness for Dora the ExplorerAaaaahhhhh. Half an hour of (relative) peace and quiet. August 28 I can't give them back?I remember when my friend's mom had, like, her fifth kid and it was all well and good and the kids got along well and everything, but one day Morgan asked (very seriously) "When do we have to give her back?". Well if only I could (I can just see my husband in line at the customer service counter "And the reason for return?" "They are defective, they don't go together, they clash. Take your pick.").The kids have driven me to the verge of tears this evening. I guess it is the first day that there has been no day camp and no day home and were are at home, together, for the whole day. Anyways, they did not stop arguing, hitting, fighting, yelling, etc, etc,etc all afternoon. If a band of travelling gypsies had happened by I would have let them have them. This all is made worse by the boy waking up screaming at soem insane hour this morning. He and I were both a little cranky from lack of sleep. Only he didn't have to go to work this morning. What a shock it will be to his system when he has to go to school next week. Only 14 more years until they are both moved out, only 14 more years until they are both moved out, only 14 more years. August 24 Stupid titles, who needs 'em.Where to start? Years ago I lived in England. It's been on my mind alot lately. Most likely because my dad talks about going back there alot. And then I get to thinking... It was kinda cool, wouldn't want to live there again but it would be neat to go back for a visit. And if I did there would be places I would want to go and people I would want to see. So a few months back I looked up my old school, and to my amazement some of the teachers who taught me still teach there. They are like, heads of departments by now and some of them I am sure have passed on. But I would go see Mr.Searle and tell him how I wasted my education by giving up on Biology, although I have always yearned to go back to school and start over again and follow my dreams this time. And I would want to go see two of my old friends, if I could find them. So I set out searching, I remembered vaguely where they each lived and started looking . It's amazing how your memory jogs at a single name or word. And then all sorts of things come flooding back. Even as I am writing this I am remembering new things. Mr.Bales who set me up in D of E even though I couldn't afford it but he needed someone to complete a girl's team. A guy called Darren who was my first ever crush, he used to work at Woolworth's. The cobblestone area of shops where no cars were allowed. Work experience at the Zoo. But then for all the good things there were hard times too. Oops, I got off track. Anyways, from the last names of these two girls I found one by the name of her house (lots of houses in England are named), I don't think she lives there any more but I think her parents might. She is the one that started me off on camels. The other girl is a bit harder to find. I found a map where you could zoom in with wicked accuracy, so that you could see streets in these tiny little hamlets. I got so far as the name of the place she lived (then just a few minutes ago the name of her house came to me too) but I am pretty sure she has long since moved on. I'm hoping that maybe the two of them have kept in touch, If I find one maybe I will find the other one too. But now that I have (possibly) found one I am a little chicken to do anything about it. What if I am wrong? What if I am right? Then what am I going to do? It's not likely that I will ever get the chance to go back, even for a visit. What if they have no idea who I am? Drat, there is no picture of a chicken (Insert chicken emoticon here). Oh well maybe If I wait long enough the urge will pass. It always has before. or maybe I will conveniently lose this little piece of paper here, that wouldn't be so hard to believe on this desk...... August 17 Big Enough for the Bus?What's this? An unprecidented second blog in one day? Only because msn was being such a pain yesterday. School starts in two weeks (and a few days but that doesn't count. My son will be in Kindergarten for real this year. And he will be on the school bus this year. Let me tell you, this scares the living daylights out of me. I'm not sure what is worse, that HE is not ready or that I am not ready. I keep asking myself what I am going to do when I put him on that bus for the first time. But I am fooling myself. I know exactly what I am going to do. I'm going to sit down on that curb and bawl. Forever MortimerWell, at least for now. Again. You see I have this stuffed bear that my sister gave me for my birthday when we were little. I remember I was sick that day and spent it laying on the couch. She presented me with this bear and some blue plastic bangles that were the coolest thing that year (Must have been about the same time as we both wore neon outfits to school for the first day). Anyways I named this bear Mortimer. He's real cute (real dirty too these days), he has on a t-shirt that says "World's Greatest" and his tag says he is a Shirt Tales but as of yet we have found no proof of such a character on the cartoon or even such a stuffed animal. And believe me, we have tried. Every once in a while when I am sitting here with nothing better to do I sit him on the desk for inspiration and I go hunting for his real name. After a while I give up, feeling defeated once again. So for now.... he will have to remain a Mortimer.....until the next time, maybe. August 16 #@$&*~% SPACES!!!!!!!!!It's my turn to rant about stupid msn and stupid change the format and stupid can't blog and stupid can't leave a comment and...... ok I feel a little better now. August 12 Tales from Work.About a week ago a man came into my store with a couple of printer ink cartridges. He said he wanted to exchange them. The boxes were not opened, they were in fine condition. Only problem was he hadn't bought them at my store. They weren't even cartridges that we stock. So I said "I don't think you bought these here" to which he relpied "I know but I just want to exchange them"
 .Well this is against my store policy in more ways than I can imagine and I think would be just about anywhere. But he still left in a huff.Today a lady and her child came in. Now my kids are spoiled and out of control sometimes. But this little girl was kicking my stuff. KICKING it.If that had been my kid they would have been hauled out screaming. But her mommy bought her a game instead. And THEN at 5 minutes before closing I get a call, "Can you keep your store open a little longer so I can get my game?". We have a philosophy at my store, Make Thier Day. So I said "Sure, when can you be here?". He informed me 10 or 15 minutes. I waited 15 and the phone rang. "I really need that game today" he says. "Where are you?" I asked. "I'm still at home" so I told him I would wait another 5 min. There has got to be some limit or I would have been waiting all night. Anyways, the phone rang again about 10 minutes after that when I was half done cashing out my till. We didn't answer it.  August 10 I made a funny.My son swallowed a nickle at least a week ago now, I has passed quite safely, so there is nothing to worryy about and we can laugh at it now. It took me a whole week to come up with something funny about the whole situation. My husband and I were at a restaurant eating brunch and we were discussing something, I think it was what plans my husband has for the nickle which we have saved. ( for anyone who does not read his blog, he intends to get the xray and frame it so he can present it at his wedding) when I said "So I guess Cameron has eaten his first beaver" Now for me that is a gem. My husband is the funny one. I can just see the wedding ,he will be recounting Cam's early years... " Had numerous girlfriends by the age of 3, started eating beaver when he was 4..."  August 03 Last WeekendLast weekend my mother came to visit for a few days. Actually the plan was that she would bring my daughter home on the bus. Well I thought that was rather alot to ask of my mother, to occupy my child for 5 hours on a bus. After all, it wasn't all that long ago that she was getting regular chemo and radiation therapy. So when my mother in law offered to go get them I figured it was a good idea. Which it was, I guess. However I soon remembered why it is that rarely even talk to my mother any more. She got on my nerves rather quickly and stayed there the whole time she was here(It didn't help that the weather was miserable for the first time in weeks and we couldn't go outside hardly at all and the power went out for 4 hours on Sunday). Firstly, I guess it brought back memories from when I was growing up. It wasn't fun by any means, and she hasn't changed. Secondly I remember being kinda young and my parents would split up and get back together but on one of the splits (we always stayed with my dad, I don't think my mom had it in her to take care of herself and two kids by herself) and my dad said something like "You don't want to grow up to be like your mom" and I didn't. But I see her in me and it's a shock sometimes. I had to ask myself "I do that, don't I?" and then "Do I really do that?" and then "I gotta stop doing that". I'm not as bad as her by any means but some similarities are there. And darn it, it's my house and I will tell my kids when to shush. (I had to get that out, it's been bugging me). Lastly there are lots of little quirks that my mom has that I notice in my daughter.Lots of little quirks that annoy the hell out of me. But, oh well. It's over now. I also know there is alot about my mom that I just don't know and that she hasn't ever had it easy. My uncle (her brother) has basically told me that the whole truth about my mom's childhood would be more than I could handle knowing. But it is hard to understand what you don't know. Anyways, it is past bedtime for one little boy who is bouncing on my bed with way too much energy. So until next time....hopefully not so long as last time...... |
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