library_lil

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 20:27:40 GMT

As I told the man when I got home, I don't ever ever ever ever ever want to help out with another activity involving all three first grade classes. Seriously.
I helped out with the "feast" the entire first grade did today and got totally bossed around by a mom (whose kid is not n the same classroom as mine) who clearly either has no social skills or has never held down a job outside the home. The cheese I brought in a cooler, because ewww cheese at room temp, did not even get opened even though I said--Ok, more cheese here. She also decided single handedly that they were not serving the cranberries that several parents were asked to bring.

It got so bad, I hid in my girls' classroom and helped there instead and just barely had it together enough to not say--when you acknowledged my cooler full of cheese, were you even listening? I also did not ask which child was hers, (so I could avoid being in a classroom situation with her in the future).

but I'm in the process of making up a song called crazy mom. I'll let you know when it is done.

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:44:38 GMT

yesterday at on closing rounds:

me: the library is closing in 10 minutes.

Boy at the computer: Are you serious?

Me: yes

Me in my head: Nope, and now Ashton Kutcher is going to jump out from behind the atlas stand and yell: You been p'unked.

swine flu part 2

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:08:10 GMT

Ok, so I'm pretty sure Emily had the swine flu, although thankfully the mild version. So it was only a matter of time before Amy got it too. Well guess what? Time's up.
Although the different personalities mean that instead of sleeping massively late and basically being eerily quiet on the couch and sleeping like Emily, Amy was up at 6:30, and has done nothing but complain, cry and whine all damn day.

Husband is out of town for 2 more hours. I can make it. (at least I hope I can) I'm halfway tempted to break out the benadryl though.

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:11:57 GMT

You know--I get the whole anti-vaccination thing (I think) and I respect that there are families who might do things different from mine, but please when I say that I'm mightily pissed because the dr's office ran out of vaccine just one day shy of the APPOINTMENT I made for the girls, please don't tell me we'll just have to build up our own immunity--that's you know the POINT of the shot--to build our immunity.

Edited to add--no the nurses didn't say that. The immunity comment was from a friend of mine on facebook.... the nurses were actually very apologetic, even though I have no idea how you run out of shots when you should know exactly how many you need.

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 13:37:18 GMT

I do not think it would go over well if, in this interview for work, I answered : Why (name of university)? With: They pay me.
And yet, this is my gut reaction.

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 14:58:00 GMT

We got the first grade teacher I wanted but did not request (I didn't request anyone). And really I was fine with any of them... really I was. We got Mrs. H., the second grade teacher coming down to teach 1st grade--except her room is staying wheere it is--close to the other second grades.
The funny thing is... not everyone got their requests! (insert weird maniacal laughing here because I am evil)

more de-cluttering

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 15:37:34 GMT

Took 2 boxes of princess duplos, one bag regular duplos and a pampers box full of toys to Goodwill. Also a computer, monitor and keyboard circa 1994(they send to Dell to recycle), a pampers box of household stuff and 2 bags of clothes, mostly maternity clothes. Also a trash bag of shoes.

threw away 2 huge trash bags of stuff.
I have a grocery sack full of little toys to give to the school for carnival prizes and another pampers box of toys to donate.

The basement is almost clear--we can see the carpet again.

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 18:13:53 GMT

Amy and Emily failed level 2 swimming, their hearts were a tiny bit broken as they realized their friend passed. Still I'm very proud of them and made sure I told them so in very specific terms--I'm proud you got in the water and tried (as well as some specific things they each did this round).
I hate watching them try so hard and still come up short, even though it is an important life lesson.

de-cluttering

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 18:58:01 GMT

I used to post my de-cluttering efforts, then I stopped because I stopped de-cluttering. Now the plan is to turn the basement which is finished but ugh, into a room the kids can play in and craft in. We priced out new carpet--affordable (made from recycled plastic). And now are in serious moving/decluttering mode so here is the latest:
2 shopping bags of clothe sto my co-worker
2 kitchen trash bags of clothes to goodwill
1 shopping bag of bottles for goodwill.

I need to take over a load of stuff to the recycling center and I could fill a diaper box with household stuff for goodwill.
I also have a few toys I'm trying to sell. AND I'm trying to finish a baby quilt for my cousin all in that same space.

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 17:16:15 GMT

LJ says it has been 5 weeks since I posted here. I can't believe it really-- 5 weeks?
Not too much happening I guess except that for some reason I am inordinately pissed off that Amy and Emily are having their best exerience with swimming lessons to date and they STILL won't pass (according to the lifeguard teacher). Which means next year they will not only be the tallest kids in level 2 but also the oldest. Sigh. Perhaps I should scar them for life and not do the training wheel thing this summer either.

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 16:59:07 GMT

The girls were supposed to have a field trip today to a farm. They were both so excited about bumper cars, milking a cow, petting kittens and other assorted animals, and pony rides.
Well, sadly it rained. In fact rained so hard that we started our .25 mile walk to school and turned around midway, went home, changed and drove to school. So yeah, cancelled.

I just want to say that aside from some cursing (that STUPID rain!) the girls have taken this disappointment really really well.
Right now, Amy is writing a book about a bad day and Emily is cleaning her desk. Given that I expected to be holding two sobbing girls about now, I think we're doing ok.
I think we may try to go out to this farm sometime soon. I so much need a picture of my children in bumper cars.

haiku

Sun, 24 May 2009 11:46:19 GMT

I woke up this morning with a haiku floating around in my brain. So I thought I'd share it with you all.

Today I ran errands
I mopped the kitchen floor too
Kindergarten days.

What would you have done?

Sat, 09 May 2009 18:36:24 GMT

So, here's the scoop. Last night the fam went out to a locally owned, just changed owners, retro diner place. One of the "new" features is that now the outdoor seating is full service, instead of last summer when you went to the window--ordered and then sat down and someone brought you the food you ordered.
So Friday night and an announcement in the local paper meant that the place was busy. Usually we prefer to eat inside, but the only choice last night was outside. We sat down approx. 5:35 (we left the car at 5:30 because I looked and thought--UGH 5:30 means crowds). The waiter spots us and gives us menus like 10 minutes later maybe, I'm not sure but it was a while, but ok they're busy. We ask twice for kids menus, because even though we plainly have two children somehow our waiter hasn't figured that out. We do get drinks ordered (2 lemonades--that were supposed to be kids size and weren't and ice tea and a milkshake). Drinks minus the milkshake come. A little after 6 we finally order. The milkshake comes about 6:10. I look at my watch at 6:15. The waiter comes back, asks if everything is ok. well except for the fact we have no food, is our reply. Oh! he says as if he just noticed we're there--it'll just be a few more minutes. At 6:30 he brings us our check and asks if he can get us anything else. "um, our food?" is the reply. He says--Oh it'll just be a minute.
This is when the man and I start talking-- How long do we give this, given that now we've been there an hour with no food. The kitchen is pumping food out because everyone around us--the people who ordered a few minutes before us and the people who ordered after us have food. We have drinks.

At 6:40 we pack it in. Husband gets up, finds our waiter hands him the ticket says--you know we've been waiting way too long, we're leaving. Husband handles it because I have the tendency to go from zero to bitch in 45 seconds. We go to Subway across town and by 7 have food.

I was so mad, even though they essentially comped us drinks and a milkshake, I feel like this was such bad customer service that perhaps we should have informed the manager.
I do know this, even though they have been a favorite restaurant of mine--one I was excited to see reopen after being closed most of the winter--I'm not going to want to go back soon. And this--this makes me the most disappointed I almost feel like this bad service was a bigger betrayal than at some chain restaurant that I feel eh about.

What would you have done? Would have you have waited until 7 (given that Amy and Emily were hungry and tired and bedtime is 8)? Would you have sought out a manager? Would you write a letter to the manager now? Would you just never go back?

Mon, 04 May 2009 16:33:49 GMT

Here's a bad bad thing--I'm all irritated because the man replaced the glass in the door with the screen--and currently it is too cold for the screen but would be perfect for the glass.
Usually we find ourselves in the opposite situation (wishing for the screen only having glass).
Yeah, I need something better to do.

For Jenn

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 22:21:30 GMT

Top ten reasons why I do not join the PTO:

1) They meet Tuesday nights when I'm working
2) I don't need any extra drama in my life
3) I don't like catty adults (or kids for that matter)
4) Meetings are to be avoided--this is a guiding philospohy in my life.
5) at least one, possibly two former twins club ladies go regularly
6) I'm not really a joiner
7) I hate thinking of ways to generate income
8) I'd rather spend time with my kids
9) I'm really not that social
10)I can't really get all worked up about minor slights and issues because I read the NEWS.

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 19:52:55 GMT

To the person who spit their gum onto my car:
I've had that "Had enough? Vote democrat" window sticker for almost three years and you are the first person to try to deface my car because you don't agree with it. I think it was the most immature thing I dealt with today--and I have six year olds.

But I can understand that you might be mad, I mean here you are at the doctors office, and maybe you don't have health insurance, maybe your job is in trouble, or maybe you are just having a bad day. Well guess what--Spitting gum on my car doesn't change any of those things--Voting might. In fact if I had my way, our Congressional rep would have voted for SCRIP and maybe your kid would have some insurance. I'm not sure about your job or the bad day part, but maybe we could have done that one thing for you.

Lil.

PS Thanks for teaching my kids a good lesson about litter, gum manners and disagreeing with other people's opinions in a mature way--It was a good teachable moment.

p.p.s I think I know who you are and I want you to know that these things have a way of coming back and biting you on the ass--hope you also did a super good deed today.

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 01:47:26 GMT

Am watching a group project work on marketing for the library I used to work for, I find it unbelievably hilarious.

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 14:21:14 GMT

I'm starting to suspect I may be anti-social. Why else would I feel so eh about people friending me on goodreads and people I barely knew friending me on facebook.

Maybe I just never wanted to be popular. Maybe I'm just putting off giving the kids a bath.

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 15:18:33 GMT

I'm no sure why I always think--Oh when husband is gone, I'm going to have time to do X Y and Z and get this that and the other done. I never do--instead I spend ALL the time consoling children who miss dad even at times they wouldn't be seeing him anyway (like--you know it is Monday--Dad works til 5pm on Monday, so you miss him like crazy at 1pm on Monday), taking care of said children who suddenly become helpless, and wearing them out so they will actually sleep (without daddy's kisses that according to Emily make her Magical).

So why do I think I'm going to be able to clean out the closet, write the article for the student newspaper that I should have written last week, finish my lace knitting AND watch a movie that husband doesn't want to see? Yeah.

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 01:30:05 GMT

Seeing Jessie talk about the inaguration I realized that I should probably talk about what it is like to have your almost 6 year old twins watch it with you.
First, you will have to answer a million questions, about who everyone is etc. You will have to explain why you gasped at the sight of george 1 and how awful he looks. If you want to hear Aretha Franklin sing--you should not tell your almost 6 year olds that she is the "queen of soul". Otherwise you will have to answer tons of questions about her taira, where soul is and what that thing on her head is. Finally you will have to say--please hold all qestions to the end.

At the end, you will have to answer the only question they have: Why are you crying mommy?

Edited to include the fact that yes, they are almost 6

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 23:05:55 GMT

proof that I can be talked into just about anything:
I'm now on twitter. Although not fast enough as librarylil was taken.
So find me at http://twitter.com/liblil

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 14:08:51 GMT

I turn 40 in 40 days. I feel like I should be doing something special to mark this out. But I am also lame and uncreative, so I have no ideas.

Thu, 15 Jan 2009 20:07:38 GMT

Guy on his cell phone REALLY loud at 3pm: So are you drunk? Are you able to drive? Or are you beyond that already?

She (or he?)responded that yes she was drunk , but she could still drive. Guess I'll be goign home a route that doesn't take me by the bars. Not something I usually think about at say 4pm!

Sun, 11 Jan 2009 15:21:06 GMT

who replaced my children with these whiners on the couch?

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 17:28:54 GMT

Made my husband take the font quiz and he ended up being Helvetica too. Now I want to watch the documentary which is probably the point.

Today I took the girls to a class at the local Y type place called Games Galore. The description says:
Children, ages 5-6, will participate in an exciting 45-minute session. Fun-filled activities will introduce the youngsters to a variety of different, exciting, athletic-oriented games while developing positive personal skills and self esteem in a
physical education atmosphere. Children will also participate in athletics-themed crafts and story time.
Now, they didn't do the craft or storytime, which as far as I'm concerned is ok. I really just wanted the ladies to be able to run around and make some friends and run around. Oh and run around please run around.
When we got there, Amy and Emily were the only girls, which was kind of weird. I don't recall it saying anything about boys only.
Here's the crazy part--this was the BEST class they've ever had at this place. I think i'll have to look at what all the boys are taking from now on, because clearly there is something going on.