Friday, July 29, 2005

Yeeeeee Frigggin Ha!!!!!   I got my dream job. Yes, me Cyndi here, I am telling you, my dream job. Ever since I was 16 I wanted to work backstage of either a Vegas show, theater, radio station or TV station. Well I did it!! I got a job at KTNV as the news director’s assistant. I am so excited. I am actually waiting to hear back from my 2nd drug test in a month. Hopefully I can start on Monday. AND it is 50 cents more then the last job! I got a raise in one week!! I don’t care if I am getting coffee, I just want to be in that environment. They loved the fact that I am a long time Las Vegas Resident. I knew that little tidbit would come in handy someday. Finally I can actually use what I went to college for. And it only took me 13 years!!!!

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Not so good news.

So, I quit my job on Monday. WHAT????!!!!!! Yeah, I did. It was a horrible place to work. That horrible woman I spoke about, well, on the first day she made a “Jew” reference to describe a resident. I didn’t tell her that I was Jewish nor should I have to. She kept making several Jewish references. She was terrible. And this was only about 4 hours after I had worked on THE FIRST DAY. You would think that in the year 2005, this wouldn’t happen.  But more things happened. The staff would go to Starbucks and never ask me and one time they had a party for another staff member and didn’t invite me. It is petty I know, but I have never felt so unwelcome in my life. Especially after the Jew comments. But now I have been in a deep deep depression. I have been crying every day and I only want to sleep. Jeff has been a saint. He has been taking care of the kids and everything. I have promised my self to snap out of it by Friday. Get my crap together and look for a new job. But once again, I will not be writing for a while. I can’t get out of this funk.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Happy 65th Lin Lin!!!

Happy Birthday Mommy! We love you so much. You are everything to this family. You look beautiful. I hope that you had a great birthday.

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

work :day one

I started the job today and after 3 ½ minutes there I thought to myself, what have I gotten myself into? Yes, it is everything I have done before but the getting out of bed at 6 AM and working until 5PM?? What is up with that? It seriously cuts into Cyndi time. One of my bosses may or may not have been a man at one time. Tomorrow I am focusing on “her” Adam’s apple. She is an unpleasant woman who was “fake” being nice to me because she was so sick of filling in for the activities director. The seniors have been pleasant but it only day one and tomorrow I have to tell half of them that they can’t get the free lunch anymore. The good thing is that if they rush me I could probably take them. The heat has worn them down and they are weak. Plus, I can swipe their walkers and their big giant sunglasses. I wont talk about work because I do not want to get Dooced. Well not until 6 months go by and I can collect the unemployment.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Utah is freakin hot.

Our summer vacation is officially over. The girls summer camp is over, Alyssa goes back to school for a remaining 4 weeks and Emma starts pre-school. I start my job tomorrow and we all get a little serious. We decided to end our summer by taking a trip to Utah to see a play. Mom, the girls and me. We drove up to St. George, Utah to see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat at Tuacahn. The drive is only an hour and a half. It is 115 in Vegas but it is 120 in St. George. 120 degrees! Go put your oven on 120 and put your head in for a second. That is how hot it is. The first night was fun although I had a cold. We went swimming and just kind of chilled out. The second day we went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in the morning and in the afternoon the electricity went out. ALL OVER ST. GEORGE. The entire city. That means no air conditioning, no restaurants, nothing. All we could do was drive around for an hour. At least the car was air-conditioned.  We drove up to Tuacahn, where the play was and they told us that the show would not be canceled until 8:30 when the play starts. So we would have to come back to see if it was going to go on. We found out that there was huge fire in the hills and it knocked out a transformer. Finally the power came back on and we resumed our trip. However the power did not go on in Tuacahn so the play was canceled. The whole reason for us to go and it was canceled.  We got our tickets back and we will try it again in September when the temperature is a little cooler.  I start my new job tomorrow and I am excited but very nervous.  PICTURES ARE HERE

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

For their love

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

The Hurricane

That is why I do not live in Florida, That and the bugs. I have been watching the news and I always wonder about the reporters that have to go in the middle of the storm to report. Did they lose a bet? Did they pick the short straw?? Who would volunteer to sit in that storm and tell you that the town was abandoned and it it very windy and wet?

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

an A+ day

There are 2 hours left but I can honestly say that this has been the best day my family had in a VERY long time. It was just perfect. Jeff had Friday and Saturday off this week, which he never does. We all slept in late. (8AM) Then we had a HUGE breakfast. All of us!! We then cleaned up the backyard, washed the dogs then went to my friend, Stephanie’s son, Donnie’s 9th birthday party. Now let me tell you, it has been a LONG time since Jeff had a chance to go anywhere with me and the girls.  It was such a cool “boys” party. They had a safari man there that brought the most incredible animals. See them HERE. Alyssa held everything so most of the pictures are her. Emma was a tad freaked.  But it was an awesome day.  Hopefully there will be more like this.

Friday, July 1, 2005

What's in a name

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.