No event this coming Saturday. It was postponed for three weeks. Whew!
So this morning, I went into the local grocery store on my way to work to purchase lunch for hubby and myself. I bought two things and two things only. My receipt is -- no joke -- 16.5 inches long. Maybe if they didn't add all kinds of crap to the receipt I *never* read they wouldn't have to spend so much money on replacement rolls. Or better yet, why don't they (like the gas stations) ask me if I even want my receipt. Most of the time, I'd say no.
On a scale of 1 to 10, one being bad and ten being good, I'd have to rank today a 2. I think.
Hope your day is going better than mine.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
No Rest for the Weary/Wicked...
Today is the ninth day on my own. And between all the work at work and the weekend activities, I am exhausted and there's no real rest to be had for some time to come.
This past Saturday was my writing chapter's Christmas party, which was fun. Before and after that I had laundry to do as I had not done it in two weeks and certain family members were starting to feel the hardship. Sunday, I had to work the Dallas Cowboys Stadium.
I thought I was going to get some down time as we didn't have to report the stadium until 1:30, but...hubby had gotten up in the wee hours with a rumbly tummy and woke up when I got up and then marching band boy awakened shortly thereafter. No quiet time to write then. They boys took their own sweet time getting the heck out of the house but by that time DD and I needed to make a trip to a store to find a specific item or two for the band director's Christmas gift bag, not to mention a bit of chocolate to put in all the band kids' goody bags. Back to home to assemble goody bags and rest before work. But I'd miscalculated the number of kids and we needed more candy. So DD drove back to the store while I lay on the sofa and watched an episode of Stargate: Atlantis and rested.
Today, DD will be baking 160+ so snicker doodles to go into the goody bags (4 cookies each x 40, plus the band director and extras for the family). They will be handed out tonight after the band concert.
But that means another late-ish night although not as late as last night ( 11:30). I couldn't even get up early this morning to write...I was too exhausted.
December is my least favorite month of the year for myriad reasons. And this year is more crazy than usual when I really need it to be less crazy. At least it only lasts for 31 days. Twelve down, nineteen to go...bah!
Hope your Christmas or Hanukkah preparations are going smoothly. :)
This past Saturday was my writing chapter's Christmas party, which was fun. Before and after that I had laundry to do as I had not done it in two weeks and certain family members were starting to feel the hardship. Sunday, I had to work the Dallas Cowboys Stadium.
I thought I was going to get some down time as we didn't have to report the stadium until 1:30, but...hubby had gotten up in the wee hours with a rumbly tummy and woke up when I got up and then marching band boy awakened shortly thereafter. No quiet time to write then. They boys took their own sweet time getting the heck out of the house but by that time DD and I needed to make a trip to a store to find a specific item or two for the band director's Christmas gift bag, not to mention a bit of chocolate to put in all the band kids' goody bags. Back to home to assemble goody bags and rest before work. But I'd miscalculated the number of kids and we needed more candy. So DD drove back to the store while I lay on the sofa and watched an episode of Stargate: Atlantis and rested.
Today, DD will be baking 160+ so snicker doodles to go into the goody bags (4 cookies each x 40, plus the band director and extras for the family). They will be handed out tonight after the band concert.
But that means another late-ish night although not as late as last night ( 11:30). I couldn't even get up early this morning to write...I was too exhausted.
December is my least favorite month of the year for myriad reasons. And this year is more crazy than usual when I really need it to be less crazy. At least it only lasts for 31 days. Twelve down, nineteen to go...bah!
Hope your Christmas or Hanukkah preparations are going smoothly. :)
Monday, December 6, 2010
Whew!
Fourteen hours in a car in one day is not fun, but I survived and am now very glad I went on this particular road trip. Usually, I love going to Corpus Christi--the USS Lexington Museum is there and I admit to a little love affair with the ship and the main period of history it represents (WWII). This time, no Lexington. Instead, I visited a drug rehab center.
I admit I didn't want to go. I didn't want to waste my day on a place I didn't want to spend my hard-earned money for something I didn't believe would help my child. Not that the rehab center couldn't do it's job, but I felt/feel as if my daughter does not want to be helped at the moment and I don't want to spend the money if she's not going to put her all into the program and into getting better. I just can't afford for that money to be wasted because she thinks rehab is the lesser of two evils.
But the facility was very nice--they recently moved into a former small hotel and have/are refurbishing it. It's been in business for over 40 years and many of the staff and volunteers are former clients who are paying it forward. While waiting for the gal who was supposed to give us the tour, we actually spoke with one of the workers who had been a client about three years ago. She said she'd lost everything--her family, her job, a place to live. Sounds like my daughter, except she didn't lose her family, she pushed us away. She said for her it took 45 days at the center. And she told us that most people don't want to be there at first and they are either very scared or very angry about it, but after they get a few days into it, they settle down. Anyway, long story short, much of what she said really made a difference to me in feeling that even if DD goes in not wanting to get clean, that there's a good chance she'll get an attitude adjustment and find that it's really not such a bad place and can--if she makes a concerted effort--get better and find a clean, productive life on the other side.
What I don't think she's really accepted yet is that this is probably her last chance. If she messes it up, there's nothing else we can do. She will have made her bed and then she will have to lie in it.
I admit I didn't want to go. I didn't want to waste my day on a place I didn't want to spend my hard-earned money for something I didn't believe would help my child. Not that the rehab center couldn't do it's job, but I felt/feel as if my daughter does not want to be helped at the moment and I don't want to spend the money if she's not going to put her all into the program and into getting better. I just can't afford for that money to be wasted because she thinks rehab is the lesser of two evils.
But the facility was very nice--they recently moved into a former small hotel and have/are refurbishing it. It's been in business for over 40 years and many of the staff and volunteers are former clients who are paying it forward. While waiting for the gal who was supposed to give us the tour, we actually spoke with one of the workers who had been a client about three years ago. She said she'd lost everything--her family, her job, a place to live. Sounds like my daughter, except she didn't lose her family, she pushed us away. She said for her it took 45 days at the center. And she told us that most people don't want to be there at first and they are either very scared or very angry about it, but after they get a few days into it, they settle down. Anyway, long story short, much of what she said really made a difference to me in feeling that even if DD goes in not wanting to get clean, that there's a good chance she'll get an attitude adjustment and find that it's really not such a bad place and can--if she makes a concerted effort--get better and find a clean, productive life on the other side.
What I don't think she's really accepted yet is that this is probably her last chance. If she messes it up, there's nothing else we can do. She will have made her bed and then she will have to lie in it.
Friday, December 3, 2010
BWAH
It's shaping up to be a not-so-good day. It's just a feeling and I hope I'm wrong because I'm starting to feel a bit stressed.
Today is day three on my own. It hasn't been too bad, to be honest. I answered a fair share of phone calls yesterday and one of our techs was out yesterday so everything fell to the other. The tech is out again today and we have one client who will be especially cranky to hear that. Hubby is going to have to take care of her issue.
On top of answering phones, I've actually worked most of the day the past two days. I've taken stolen moments to do personal things, but with payday (the 1st) there's extra tasks involved and I now that it is just me, I can't afford to put things off or get behind.
I know you might be thinking, "oh, poor baby actually has to work." And I'm not really complaining, I'm just not used to having that many things to remember to do in a day. It'll get easier each day as I develop a new routine and integrate these new tasks.
In addition to that, I have to work Cowboy's Stadium tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to that, but that's okay. It's not that I mind doing it--only that it chews up nine hours of a day and by the end I'm completely exhausted and can hardly do much else.
On Sunday I may have to make a whirlwind trip out of town to check out a drug rehab facility for my oldest DD. A seven hour drive one way. So I may really have no weekend. :(
Today is day three on my own. It hasn't been too bad, to be honest. I answered a fair share of phone calls yesterday and one of our techs was out yesterday so everything fell to the other. The tech is out again today and we have one client who will be especially cranky to hear that. Hubby is going to have to take care of her issue.
On top of answering phones, I've actually worked most of the day the past two days. I've taken stolen moments to do personal things, but with payday (the 1st) there's extra tasks involved and I now that it is just me, I can't afford to put things off or get behind.
I know you might be thinking, "oh, poor baby actually has to work." And I'm not really complaining, I'm just not used to having that many things to remember to do in a day. It'll get easier each day as I develop a new routine and integrate these new tasks.
In addition to that, I have to work Cowboy's Stadium tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to that, but that's okay. It's not that I mind doing it--only that it chews up nine hours of a day and by the end I'm completely exhausted and can hardly do much else.
On Sunday I may have to make a whirlwind trip out of town to check out a drug rehab facility for my oldest DD. A seven hour drive one way. So I may really have no weekend. :(
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Just me...
We let a couple of people go. I mean that technically we fired them. But that just has bad connotations to me. Although for the most part I dislike using euphemisms (most especially 'passed away' in place of 'died'), but I digress...
We just couldn't afford to pay them, so we...let them go. (My jury is still out on that. The wording, not the deed.)
Regardless, I now have to answer the phones. UGH! I hate answering the phones. I no longer have a gate keeper. I have become the gate keeper. nonononono...
I also have to clean the office, but I think I'm going to pay DD to do that. She could use the money.
Oh, and in honor of the month and the season, see new icon. I loves Christmas lights. Don't know why, but I do, and have inadvertently, now vertently (is that a word?), been collecting them.
And, no, vertant or advertant are not real words. Doncha just love the English language? :)
We just couldn't afford to pay them, so we...let them go. (My jury is still out on that. The wording, not the deed.)
Regardless, I now have to answer the phones. UGH! I hate answering the phones. I no longer have a gate keeper. I have become the gate keeper. nonononono...
I also have to clean the office, but I think I'm going to pay DD to do that. She could use the money.
Oh, and in honor of the month and the season, see new icon. I loves Christmas lights. Don't know why, but I do, and have inadvertently, now vertently (is that a word?), been collecting them.
And, no, vertant or advertant are not real words. Doncha just love the English language? :)
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