Friday, July 29, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
So today a man came up to me and said, "Yeah, the last activity girl was big like you." All I could say was "really?"This really wasn't the first time I have had a senior call me a lard ass. At Carefree, I had comments like that all the time. One old guy from Cuba told me that big asses like mine were practically a delicacy where he lived. His name was Oscar and he had three teeth. He was an artist in Cuba a long time ago. He liked to draw nudes and offered to draw me on many occasions.
Alyssa's school has called us to pick her up both yesterday and today because she said she was sick. She wasn't but since Jeff was home from work he did pick her up. When I asked her why she wanted to come home both days she was really hesitant to tell us. She kept telling us that she was really sick. After about ten minutes the truth finally came out. She didn't want to go to PE. She said that she would have to do sit ups and she didn't like that. So Jeff jokingly asked her if he should go up to her PE teacher and beat him up. And she freaked. She said, and I quote, " No Daddy, He is a lot bigger and stronger than you he could beat you up. He has muscles on his muscles." Jeff sort of went into a funk after that. Later when she came in to ask Jeff to open up her bag of popcorn, he yelled at her. "Why don't you get your PE teacher to open it up for you?" Poor Jeff. He wanted to be Alyssa's hero. And some 25-year-old muscle head teaching dodge ball to 2nd graders took his thunder.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
This may sound a tad sappy and pukey but I love my kids. There, I said it. I love them, I don’t just love them, and I want to eat them up. I love them so much that I feel guilty and scared. Guilty because I am a Jew, I always feel guilt. And scared because I am neurotic as well as a Jew and every time I get too happy I have a tendency to shoot myself down. Like when I first started dating Jeff, I fell head over heels in love, I mean I LOVED him. I knew it the second he kissed me. I was nutty about this guy. And when we got engaged, I felt guilty that I was so happy. Guilty that my best friend at the time measured her self worth by whether or not she had a boyfriend. She went out with these total losers and eventually married one of them just so she could say she was married. I am not afraid of saying my true feeling about her because I know she does not read this blog and if she did she is too proud to tell me that I am wrong. She married a jerk that beat her up and cheated on her and actually told her that he never loved her. He made her give up her friends and even though her friends gave her an intervention, she blamed them for not trusting her love. But he still knocked her around, humiliated her in public and screwed around, but hey, she could at least say she was married. She of course, no longer speaks to me because I do not support her and her husband hates me.ANYWAY, back to me. After the guilt wore off, then came the fear. The fear that I was too happy, that something was going to happen because I was too happy. This is how I feel about my children. I knock on wood all the time when I look at them or when they are snuggling up to me or just even sleeping. They are such cool little girls. If I were 8 I would want to be Alyssa’s friend and if I were 4 then I think Emma would be a groovy little playmate. But then again, I am their mommy.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Friday, July 8, 2005
I don’t have the passion to write anymore. I hardly read anyone else’s blogs either. I usually save it up for one day and read them all at one sitting. I got my drug test yesterday and filled out all the paperwork I needed. Secured my salary and found out when my pay dates are. Now I am nervous about working full time again. I haven’t done so since December of 2003!! Full time/ 40 hours. My hours were cut down at the other senior place from 40 to 30 hours. So this is going to be rough for the first couple of months. I had to go to the chiropractor today because the back of my hips were hurting pretty bad. He took X-rays and did an ice treatment on me. IT numbs the pain quite a bit. He didn’t want to do any adjustments until he saw my x rays. Rick, I already felt better. GO TO A FRIGGIN CHROPRACTOR, YOU FREAK!!! Enough with the holistic healing and the acupuncture already. And that is coming from someone who really believes in the healing power of reflexology. Anyway, I go back tomorrow to see what the x rays say. I have just about had it with doctors.Alyssa and Emma have been at summer day camp for the past two weeks and they love it. Alyssa had a sleep over on Wednesday and Emma was too young. To fill the hole of guilt in our hearts, Jeff, my mom and I took Emma to see Madagascar. It totally sucked. Emma liked it though.
Saturday, July 2, 2005
Friday, July 1, 2005
I think if Jeff and I were to have another baby her name would have to start with an “I”. Because subconsciously we have named our children after the vowels A,E,I,O,U. First Alyssa and then Emma. Our next kid would have to be Irma or Inga. We also end our children’s name with “A’s” for some reason. So, next would be Inga, then Olma, then Uma. There aren’t enough Irma’s or Inga’s anymore.
Jeff calls Alyssa “Princess” and Emma, “Pork chop”. Alyssa calls Emma, “dorkchop” or Em –d-uh. Emma calls Alyssa, “Awissa” Jeff used to call me “Baby doll” and would only call me “Cyndi” if he were mad at me. Now he only calls me Cyndi. But he is still my Honey Bunny but doesn’t always answer to it when I call. We call Spooky, “Pooky” and Otis, “Dotis” My mom calls me Goochie and my brother used to call me “Dindy”. Jeff’s sister calls him “Bubba” and I call my brother, Rick but his name is really Eric.