I love my chiropractor. My back went into spasm, so I called their office and got lucky with an available slot.
Sneezing is PAINFUL, Y’ALL!
Today I am thankful for heat, wireless internet connections, and Better Living Through Chemistry.
Maybe we’ll get back to what passes for normal tomorrow.
Registration is now open for Converge South. October 19-20th. Greensboro, NC.
ConvergeSouth is unlike most conferences you have covered. In a hands-on leader-led method, this year’s ConvergeSouth will bring practical tools to attendees. The former audience now becomes the group leaders. There is no ‘lecture’ at ConvergeSouth. Everyone joins in and discussion leaders will encourage everyone to participate.
This is about the creation, nurturing and fostering of new media by everyone.
ConvergeSouth brings together the most creative and innovative minds in the new media world, particularly as related to creativity and new media. If your publication wants to cover tomorrow’s trends in this industry today before they hit the mainstream, under no circumstances should you miss this event.
I’ll be there with bells on.
You should too. Bells are optional though. (For you, not so much for me.)
You’re good. You’re funny and people probably like you, or really don’t like you. Either way it’s because you can laugh at most anything. In general you’re quick enough to pick apart most people. However, you’re not the best and you have your moments of being picked too. Just keep you’re eyes open and stay on your toes and you’ll be able to keep pissing off people just about where ever you go.
| Link: The Sarcasm Test written by mollykow on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test |
Good thing there are so many tests on that site.
You are a master of stealth. They never see you coming. But you always see them coming. HEY-O!
To see all possible results, checka dis.
| Link: The Which Lolcat Are You? Test written by GumOtaku on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test |
Every now and then my cup runneth over, and it’s bitter. A series of late nights, a few too many tantrums, a phone call from another teen’s parent – all of these things happened between Thursday night at TWELVE FREAKIN THIRTY and yesterday afternoon.
Weekends like this truly highlight the lonliness inherent in my flavor of single parenting. There’s nobody else to chase the naked four-year-old through the house WHILE the six-year-old clamors for attention AND the teen stomps through the house, slamming doors.
The buck truly does stop here. There is no relief pitcher, no backup band, no pit crew. There are no understudies, no dress rehersals, no retakes.
It’s JUST me.
I am rarely away from the feeling that I have just thrown one of my kids under the bus in order to get another’s needs met. If I talk to Alannah, the boys clamor for attention. If I draw my attention away from her, she gets frustrated and walks off. If I hold Joe on my lap, Daniel wants to be held too, and then turfwars over space on The MommyLap begin. If I take time for myself, they ALL go a little nuts.
At 2am, The Suckitude attacks. You COULD have read that book JUST once more – what would it have hurt? Maybe they WOULD learn more in a public school environment. Wow, maybe she really DOES hate you. You’re not going anywhere tomorrow so he can sleep as late as he wants – WHY did you *hold* him until he fell asleep? If wakeup times are optional, shouldn’t bedtimes be too? You really do suck as a parent, y’know. Wonder how Daddy would’ve handled that if he were here?
With the sunrise, the logic circuits kick in. It doesn’t matter how Daddy would’ve handled it – he’s not here, he’s never been here, and he has no plans of BEING here (and that’s when the desire to create this image and post it kicked in). ALL teens hate their parents at one point or another. He passed out in your lap. Alannah and Joe might do well in public school, but Daniel won’t – so work with their individual styles. You are the Mama, you have to be the willow and bend in the storm. Yes, it’s frustrating but at least you don’t have to worry about Disneyland Daddy.
And now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to excuse myself to take the boys out for the day. Where I’ll watch them play with tired eyes, wondering if “Daddy” thinks of them.
I started working on my new concept for Tinklebelle.com (it currently points here).
While I was doing that, the concept for GIA’s logo smacked me between the eyes.
As I scribbled notes for GIA, the possibilities for MamasPassion.com started bubbling out.
Me: [Former Employer] is not hiring.
(Friend without a blog anymore): sorry
Me: *breathes* okay, now what do I do?
Him: keep looking if you really want a job?
Me: *eyeroll*
But that’s not really true. You CAN go home again, you just can’t expect it to be exactly the way it was when you left.
My daughter has decided to give public school a try. I’m not thrilled with it, but if things go down the toilet I can always yank her out and homeschool again. As is our custom, we disagree on what grade she should be in – I think she’s capable of doing 10th grade level work (and THEN some), she wants to start in the 9th grade. Unfortunately, this is really not my decision to make; it’s the school system’s. However, you can plan on me being at least a little pushy.
Because of this, I’m looking for part-time work, of the “place I worked before” variety. I’m not crazy about going back to work, but my savings are gone, no child support is coming in, and I’m tired of the uncertainty of “did I get this grant or not?” to live on. And lets face it – I need to get out of the house just a bit more than I have been.
