The End?

I’m thinking of killing my blog-will it be a quick death, or a long, drawn out, painful process?

Family Guy

Seriously, Peter Griffin is an idiot.  Last week he killed his neighbors cat he was supposed to be watching.  Why would anyone like him?  Homer Simpson has a lovable oafish charm about him, Peter is just an idiot.  I think death said it best, to Lois-”What do you see in him?” 

I’m not seeing it.

Last person without a Cell Phone

So I voluntered at a women’s homeless shelter this last weekend.  One of the woman had a cell phone.  My husband and I don’t have one, why waste the extra money, you can always get ahold of us, etc etc.  We must be the last people without one. 

My husband had a good point, if you are homeless a land line is a waste of money.

Family Values-The Gosselins

Let me begin by stating I’ve never been a fan of John and Kate plus Eight.  I don’t understand why they’re famous and on television-because they have a lot of children?  The bar for becoming a celebrity is getting far too low, you should have some sort of skill or talent besides “birthing babies.”  I’m not saying this in anyway to demean motherhood, it’s a tough job, but I think it starts a slippery slope that leads us to the Octomom and her upcoming show.

I understand there is money to be made, in fact I saw a commercial for the show and Kate Gosselin is in a delirious state of happy because she has a new house, but at what cost?  He kids are now celebrities, and even though I don’t watch the show my friends have and discuss it, apparently so and so child is a “brat.”  Furthermore, when you market how perfect your family is your family stumbles, and in some case dies.  Kathy Lee babbled about her perfect family, affair.  From the Osbournes to the Hogans reality shows challenged and broke up families, that’s why the recent rumours of affairs from both parents are no surprise.  I’ll keep my happy family, no amount of money is worth it.

Speech Delayed Screamer

I have a two year old, he’s speech delayed.  It’s not as bad as it sounds, there’s no medical reason for it, he just doesn’t want to talk.  We’re getting therapy, and I’m constantly reassured he’s making great progress and I’m working well with him (of course any mother knows about mother’s guilt, but I digress).

He has one annoying habit, since he can’t always speak, he screams.  I’m a fairly patient person, but this is nails on a chalkboard to me.  I’m not sure where I’m going with this, I guess my point is I’m doing the best I can, but I need to work on playing with him more.

April Showers

No real garden update, we’re getting a nice rain.  The temperature has also fallen, it’s roughly 50-a sharp contrast to the 88 we had last week.  I guess we’ll see it this hurts the garden too badly.

Appearances

So, I swing by a women and kids homeless/domestic violence shelter to pick up a volunteer application.  There is security and I’m waiting there to be buzzed in with my youngest, making small talk with a man also waiting.  The door opens and the receptionist asks-”which room are you?”  Now, I like to think I’m politically correct and realize that domestic violence/homelessness can happen to anyone of any income level, race, etc.  However, I’m thinking-man, I gotta wear make-up.

That grass patch looks good…

As touched upon in earlier posts, due to an extended not-my-idea furlough I currently have no job.  My previous job was an ideal situation, I stayed at home, worked part time, and got a decent paycheck.  I was basically left alone to do my job (good), but the job itself wouldn’t be described as a life passion (bad).  I learned long ago though that I needed the money and would do what it would take to pay down debt and get the financial security that I wanted.

Now that I’m home I’m worried about the opportunities that might escape me.  I enjoy being at home, my life is less stressed.  There is more stress about money, but I know in my heart we’ll be alright.  I guess I have a “grass is greener” complex that I’ve been struggling with off and on my whole life.  Why can’t I just be happy grazing in my own little patch of happy grass?

First Time Gardener

So, yesterday was the time to plant the seeds.  I had composted, spade tilled, and rake aerated.  It was a windy day, and I asked my husband if I should wait, and he told me to go ahead.

I planted the seeds with my 5 year old.  He would step on them once planted, and I tried to remain patient.  I wanted to get him involved so he could learn the glory of nature, fruits of the labor, blah, blah.  After being half-way through he informed me his knees hurt, and left.

I was going to use newspaper and then cover with mulch to prevent weeds, as I was advised to do.  Again, windy day yesterday, even more so today.  Some of my newspaper was dancing around like minature ghosts in my back-yard.  I thought I had covered them and soaked them well enough, but I guess not.

I still have a little under half of the garden to do, but will wait for a day without wind, I learned this one the hard way.  I’m also sore, hopefully this won’t be for naught.  I’m really lacking a green thumb.

Airflight and the Overweight

Years ago I flew with my smoker mom.  I know I should have been grateful, as she was paying for the trip, but I’m an ingrateful and selfish daughter, I guess.  My mom is a smoker, so there was some complaining about the lack of smoker’s right, a subject I have little sympathy with.  However, as the title implies, that wasn’t my biggest issue.

My mom couldn’t fit in her seat due to her size.  She insisted that the arm rests be up.  In doing so, I was being shoved into the down armrest making an already uncomfortable flight worse.  I would put hers down and and in doing so was verbally struck by the obese Cobra.  I didn’t think it was unreasonable to have my own space.  I was wrong.

My mom no longer flies, I think this is best.