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Friday, March 28, 2008

Get ready....

...for a rant!

The last couple of days have been a little less than pleasant for me. Maybe pleasant isn't the right word. Some things just haven't been going as I'd like. The week started out okay with some promising leads on jobs and assignments, but quickly went down the tube yesterday.

For the past couple of weeks on Tuesday and Thursdays a lady who I've known for quite some time has been so kind as to watch the baby for a few hours. When we made the arrangements we sat down and I said, "What about Tuesdays and Thursdays from 11 a.m. 'til about 4?" She said okay.

As the weeks have passed she either hasn't been there or wanted me to drop her at 12 or 1 and pick her up at about 3/3:30. That would be fine had we agreed to that or had she just told me the time I needed wasn't okay. Well, I've been scheduling stuff -- phone interviews, errands and the like -- during that time. And still haven't gotten anything done because I'm waiting for those days to do it.

I scheduled a phone interview for yesterday at 1:30 thinking that if she (the lady) was late or not there then it would still give me time to make the appointment, which I was already prepared for. Well, I arrive and she's not there. I find out she won't be there until about 1:30. SIGH!

So, I bring the baby home with me trying to figure out how I can do the phone interview with a baby that's less than cooperative and one of the nosiest babies I know. I give her lunch, a bottle and... I must admit... a little infant's Motrin to "encourage" sleep.

The medicine had the opposite affect. She was soooooo wired! And I was so nervous... what would I do with her when the woman called for the interview? Well, 1:30 came and it went... by 3:30 after sending an email, attempting contact and not getting a response I realized that I had stressed for nothing. HOWEVER, once again I had been inconvenienced. (Yes, I can look at the glass as half full and realize that it worked out great! Besides my frazzled nerves.)

That doesn't even touch the fact that I was supposed to be writing my CV for an international contract. The CV should have been completed on Tuesday... Wednesday at the latest, but since the teenager was doing a project and couldn't care for the baby; I was "stuck." So, I had planned on doing it yesterday morning while the baby was with the lady... but as we know that didn't work out either.

So, I was gonna work on the CV last night, but the baby was up, busy and into everything while the teenager once again worked on her homework and projects. (Why does she have to be so responsible?!)

Then my 4-year-old has a stomach ache and a fever, which he still had this morning. So I call the sitter and say, "I'm gonna bring the baby and Amareah instead of Andre." Okay, she says. But calls back later to say that she has an appointment and her mom, who watches the kids while she's out or whatever, wasn't feeling well and she had XYZ child(ren) to care for. Well, it doesn't make sense for me to just take one kid cause it's the baby who is the most work or whatever so I have three kids home and no chance of getting any real work done.

So, I after let their dad know that he doesn't have to worry about coming to get them to take them to daycare I sit there and cry. I'm a little under the weather -- physically and emotionally -- and I'm beginning to feel like my time or what I have to do is not deemed as important as others' time and responsibilities.

I text their dad and say, "Is there anyway you can get them tonight because I have work I need to do as well." Of course, he responds with "remember I have XYZ to do tonight so I can get them in the morning." Yup, something else more important than what I need to do.

I'm not even going to mention the inconvenience of having to have them ready and their stuff together by 7:30 a.m. since I have to leave by 8 a.m. to ensure the teenager makes it to her practice SAT by 9 a.m.

There's no CV completed, I'm not sure if I'll be able to do any job hunting or assignment stuff or whatever today. I'm just sick of everyone's crap coming before mine. I don't care about someone's appointments if they've already been paid to watch my kids; I don't care about what else anyone has to do when they've committed to doing something for me... the only thing I care about right now is that my crap is falling through the cracks and everyone else is getting done what they need to do.

Why do I even try?

I guess I should take care of the screaming baby that's next to me. She refuses to hold her bottle and she's upset because she wants it. Another battle of the wills between me and the 10-month-old... she'll probably win. Again.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

"If I were" meme

Tammy tagged me with this and it turned out to be pretty interesting... I think you learn a lot about yourself when you answer questions like these. So, let's get started:

If I were a direction I’d be… North. Always going up!

If I were furniture I’d be… a massage chair.

If I were a liquid I’d be… honey.

If I were a sin I’d be… gluttony. Can't get enough of me! LOL.

If I were a gem/stone I’d be… diamond, of course!

If I were a metal I’d be… gold. Precious, of course.

If I were a tree I’d be… a palm tree.

If I were a fruit I’d be… a peach.

If I were a flower I’d be… a sunflower.

If I were weather I’d be… tropical.

If I were a musical instrument I’d be… a saxophone 'cause I think they're sexy.

If I were an element I’d be… water. Flowing, ebbing, molding, free.

If I were a color I’d be... red.

If I were an animal I’d be… a dolphin. Mysterious, graceful, smart.

If I were a sound I’d be… the swoosh of a jet.

If I were a lyric I’d be… "I'm not your average girl from the video..." India Arie

If I were a song I’d be… Survivor by Destiny's Child.

If I were a music type I’d be… reggae or jazz. Hot and smooth.

If I were a perfume I’d be… FCUK (no, that doesn't say what you think it does!)

If I were a feeling I’d be… love.

If I were a book I’d be… Little Women

If I were food I’d be… chocolate. Had to copy Tammy again! Chocolate is the way to go!

If I were a city I’d be… Atlanta.

If I were a taste I’d be... salty.

If I were a scent I’d be… an ocean breeze.

If I were a word I’d be… spicy!

If I were a verb I’d be… run.

If I were an object I’d be... a crystal vase.

If I were a piece of clothing I’d be… a classic black dress.

If I were a body part I’d be… a hand. Always helpful.

If I were an facial expression I’d be… indifferent.

If I were a cartoon character I’d be… a Smurf.

If I were a movie... An Officer and a Gentleman.

If I were a geometrical figure I’d be… octagon.

If I were one of the 4 seasons I’d be… Summer.

If I were a sentence I'd be... Dance like no one's watching.

I definitely want to tag Farah because she always has such cool answers!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The teenager gets contacts

It's been several years since the teenager first asked me about getting contacts lenses. At first I thought she was too young then I didn't have the money then I didn't want to be bothered, but being the trooper that she is she didn't give up.

Today, she got her first pair of contacts. It was funny watching her put them in for the first time and me thinking that it's such a grownup thing to do.

(I would post a picture, but she doesn't look any different. She's just as beautiful as ever... but I will post an updated picture soon if I ever find that cord! SIGH)

She's developing into such a beautiful young woman... I'm sure the next two years will pass very quickly. This year it's the junior prom and the first (and hopefully only!) SAT try, her first job then this fall will begin her senior year. Then there will be the senior prom and all the last-year activities then graduation! Oh my!

This time next year I'll be preparing for my oldest baby to graduate from high school. It's somehow surreal and a monumental moment for me.

Okay... I have to go and be nostalgic and try to figure out how I got from telling you about the contacts to sniffling about the upcoming high school graduation.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

What happened to my refrigerator?

For some reason about a week ago it dawned on me that I lost a refrigerator. Well, I guess "lost" isn't quite the correct word.

Let me explain.

My oldest daughter and I moved to Georgia in 1995 and I rented an apartment in East Point. It was a house that accommodated three families, i.e., an apartment upstairs, one in the middle and one in the basement. We were in the middle.

I looked at the apartment when there was a tenant in it and everything seemed fine. I asked her if appliances were included and she said yes. I even asked the landlord who said yes. But the funniest thing happened when I started moving in. I was standing in the kitchen admiring how large it was and turning in a circle smiling. When I noticed there wasn't a refrigerator.

I immediately called the landlord who played stupid so I went on a search for a fridge. I found one for a very good price and we settled into our place.

It wasn't long after that when I noticed this place had roaches. I couldn't believe it! I hadn't seen any roaches when I looked at the place with the lady in it nor when I checked it out again after she moved out. I talked to a friend of mine who said, "You gonna have to get used to that -- places in Atlanta have roaches!"

I said, "You're crazy!" And promptly bugged -- ahem! -- the landlord who secured a contract with Sears to come out whenever needed. Of course he put me on as the contact, but I didn't care.

No more roaches!

About a year or so later the house that was abandoned next door burned down. That's when the scratching began. I'm just going to make this long story short and tell you we ended up getting rats! I couldn't believe it!

I went downstairs to my neighbor to ask her if her husband could help me get stuff out of a closet where I had seen a rat and she said, "Oh, they are everywhere when we get home and it got worse after the house burnt down!"

They? Worse?

I don't even think I said good-bye when I walked away. Roaches and now rats. Oh no! That was too much for me. After trying without success to get in touch with the landlord; we moved... quickly!

And I never once thought about my refrigerator...

Roaches, rats, refrigerators... oh my! (Sorry, I couldn't resist!)

Monday, March 24, 2008

Pie anyone?

You Are Cream Pie

You're the perfect combo of simplicity and divinity.

You are a secret hedonist. No one knows how indulgent you can be.

You don't indulge often, but when you do, you go for the best.

You have expensive taste - even if you aren't rich.

Those who like you life for understated pleasures.

You're not flashy or trendy, but you have a depth that most people lack.

Interacting with you makes most people feel incredibly satisfied.

You are gentle, super sweet, and in harmony with those around you.


Lost cord

The one time I was actually gonna post pictures and I can't find the cord to attach the camera to the computer... SIGH.... it's just one of those days!

Sorry, maybe I'll find it soon. I think it's in one of those places that you put things and supposedly won't forget where they are.

Oh what a weekend!

On Friday I had planned on having a fairly normal weekend. All the kids would be home and a little shopping, playing and a little home improvement were supposed to happen. On Thursday I talked to the guy who would take up the nasty, water damaged carpet in my living room and leave the wood floor that was under it. It was supposed to take no more than a couple of hours.

Well, when we got the carpet up we saw that there were a couple of wood squares that needed to be replaced so we went off to Lowe's. Once there we discovered that the floor I had was quite old and I decided to get new vinyl wood floors. Supposedly it wouldn't take that long (my living room isn't that big) and he (the guy) offered a good price since I was going to help.

What was supposed to be a couple of hours turned into all day and it's still not done (just the edges need to be finished). The teenager was stuck with the children all day and I wasn't able to get out to the store until about 10 that night. And since I promised the two middle children they could go to the store... well, you know...

Everyone was exhausted, but we went. The next day I took the kids to the 8:30 service because the guy said he would be back on Sunday to finish up and it'd only take a couple of hours. I called when we got home. He said he'd come and he never showed up.

All of my living room furniture was in the kitchen so while the teenager watched the children again; I moved everything back to the living room. (Yes, I'm pretty strong and resourceful... and now I'm also sore). I was already sore from bending, scraping and squatting on Saturday then I lifted, pulled and bent on Sunday so you can only imagine the aches and pains I have today.

But that's not the worse of it.

On Sunday night I was standing in the bathroom when water started to seep from under the toilet. Then, as I listened to the washer drain in the laundry room I watched the water rise in the toilet and in the tub. Yup, the water started flowing onto the floor from the toilet and I yelled to the teenager to turn off the washer.

My first thought is I should have never gotten the living room floor done and spent that extra money because now I have a plumbing emergency. I had to get the kids, including the baby, out of the house early today to take care of the plumbing. (I didn't want to risk anyone having to make a large deposit into the toilet!) The plumber got here a couple of hours ago and took care of the problem and is off to get a wax ring before replacing the toilet. (What a mess!)

The guy who was supposed to finish the floor was scheduled to come at 2:30 and it's after 3... yup, he's still not here. Oh, and I have to pee really badly! :-)

So, once again, I've missed out on blog hopping, posting, commenting and such, but see I have a good reason. I also never finished the laundry and now have a bathroom that needs cleaning from top to bottom. The good thing? A couple of people made a nice chunk of money this weekend... and it wasn't me! SIGH!

Check back in a little bit and I'll post pictures of the floor and the kids from yesterday... until then, if you feel sorry for me, you can send money to: ... Uh, just kidding - kind of! :-)
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