Friday, April 21, 2006

What am I going to do with you?

In a few months I will officially be a stay-at-home mom. Today has been a really slow day with work so I have had some time to spend with the little kiddies. It is almost 3 PM and Remi has been asleep since just before 11 AM. Now normally this would be the highlight of my life and I would go crazy getting things done. Except for the fact that I have not motivation. Anyhow, I am getting a little away from my point. I don't have that much work. Hunter is in riding around in his hummer. I should be doing something productive with him like reading or some crap like that. In the past when I haven't done "mom" type of things I have always used the excuse of having work to do. I had myself completely fooled too. But, today it occurred to me that I am going to have to step up and be an active mother. Yokes! What I am supposed to do with 2 little kids all day?

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

I am having the worst day. Our friends brother died last week. He was a heroine addict and had been taking methodone to try and come off it. He was also bipolar. I don't know how much any of you know about methadone, but it is wicked strong. Ben would go to the clinic every day and had to take it there in front of them. The clinic is closed on Sundays, so on Saturday he got two pills. I think he was taking his methodone in the morning and the bipolar medication in the evenings. The bipolar stuff made him really groggy. He took it and went to sleep. He woke up a couple hours later and took another methadone. He must have thought it was the next day. The two doses were taken too close together and he died. I am just sick about it. No one in my family has started into heroine (hopefully) but still I get so upset when I here about drug ODs, even if it is accidental.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

I survived!

I grew up traveling the Western United States and Canada camping with my family. Apparently I have had a somewhat distorted view of camping. This weekend, I really camped. I stayed in a tent outside of St. George, UT at a place called Red Cliffs. It was a fun and interesting trip. My husband and his family love to camp. In fact when his oldest brother Brad got married, his wife requested a camping theme bridal shower. She was given food storage theme on instead. (Weird, I know, but true.) When I got married I was asked what I wanted. I said anything but camping. Camping stuff is all I received, (none of the good stuff.) My husband absolutely loves to be outdoors, dirty and all that jazz. We have of course compromised, but still I am not too thrilled with the whole idea. We left Remi with my mother, thank goodness, and Hunter got to be an only child. He loved it.

It rained half of the time we were there. The sun came out enough to dry everything up and give me a few more freckles, not that I need any more. I love being around Stephen's brothers and their families. It makes me feel so normal. The worst thing anyone is addicted to in that family is diet Pepsi. hehehe. I love it!

Well, anyway, I have nothing to exciting to report, not that I ever do. I am nervous now that my inlaws have discovered my secret outlet of a blog, I can't think of anything to say or write about. Yikes!

Monday, April 03, 2006

The End

I am officially at the end of my rope. I think I might strangle someone. I don't know how many of you live in apartments and get to experience having very close neighbors. If you have not yet experienced it, don't. I have a single mom that lives above me with two girls, ages 6 and 4. That's not too bad. The mom is nice, the girls are sweet. Whatever, I'm easy. The mom has 4 siblings and her mother over ALL the time. It is so noisy. It sounds like the biggest thunderstorm any time they are up there. I have tried to be really nice about the whole situation. I am after all the manager, anything I say comes across really mean and bitchy. Last night, however, I had it. My family goes to bed early. Before the time change here, my boys were asleep no later than 7 PM, now it is more like 8. I am usually in bed pretty quick thereafter. I don't go to sleep until around 9:30. I get up every morning at 5 AM so that I can try and lose some of my fat ars. I realize that not everyone lives like this, and that is great. If I were thin and had no children, or a job, I would probably sleep until noon, but that is not my situation. Anyway, those kids are running around until about 11:30 every night. My lights on my ceiling keep clanking from them jumping on the floor directly above the fixture. Sidenote: I may be having a little hormone issues right now, and should not be held liable for rash behavior over little things. I stood on my bed and pounded on the ceiling with all my might. Then today when I saw the mother I let her have it in the nicest way I could muster up. One of her brothers has a girlfriend that is always up there too. She always sits in the stairwell and smokes and then throws her cigarette butts anywhere convenient for her. Another sidenote: The garbage dumpster sits not five steps from my front door. I do not smoke. I am not terribly prejudice against those that do, but I do not want to have it blown into my front door. Plus she keeps using my planter as an ash tray. I lost it on the girlfriend too. I told her no more smoking in the stairwell and to never use my things as ash trays again. Now, if someone had talked to me the way that I was talking to her, I would have been ticked. She just laughed and went back inside. Oooooohhhhh, that made me even more mad. My kids have been little shits today, my baby had to get more shots, I picked up garbage all day, and then she was laughing at me. I think I might lose it and strangle her! I don't even care about being the big bad bitch anymore.