"Oh the weather outside is frightful!"
Yes friends we got snow! But not on Christmas :( It came two days later. yes Friends that is typical in Ohio!
"But my dear it's so delightful!"
From inside in my jammies, with a steamy hot mug of coffee in my hand and no particular place to go on Monday, it was very pretty. Now its trampled on and COLD!!!
"Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!"
Call me crazy ( and a lot of people have) but I like snow! (Especially in my pj's, with a steamy hot mug of coffee!) I like it until about January 15th and than I'm done, it can melt and turn 98 degrees again!
"All I want for Christmas is a real good tan! Take me to the islands and put my feet in the sand!"
It would be so great to be on a sandy beach right now! Jumping in the blue water because you are so hot, rubbing lotion on my baby so he don't burn! Yeah I could soo get use to that!
BUT I'd probably have to take the kiddos, SIGH!!!
"Singin’ silent night with the palm trees a blowin’
Ooooh, don’t you think it’s a pretty good plan
All I want for Christmas is a real good tan!"
One year for Christmas and New Year I am going to take my family (just my hubby, three kids and me, the dogs would be cool but I don't think they would make it to the Caribbean. That's a shame because I always have such a hard time finding someone to stay with them and than leaving them behind sucks too!) to the Caribbean for the holidays.
I am not going to MY mother's house that year.
I am not going to HIS mother's house that year.
I will NOT care that we won't be with them for the holidays! ( Well I will care, BUT I won't feel guilty about it!)
We will go!
We will have fun!
We won't care!
(Oh and maybe while I'm there stalking Kenny Chesney...I mean vacationing...I'll get my chance to meet him! AHHHH! KENNY CHESNEY!!! What? A girl can dream?)
Until than...
"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas!"
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! May 2010 find you peace of mind, safe and healthy!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
WOO-HOO!!!
I made it! I survived Santa shop, and lived to talk about it AND I'm even talking about doing it again next year! I know I should go read my previous post, remember how STRESSED I was, how I couldn't turn my head because of the necks along my neck, how every little thing pushed me closer and closer to the edge! But I'm not going too...I think is like childbirth; you push the little bugger out and swear to God and everybody in that room that your husband will never touch you again! You are done having babies and 8 months later you find out your pregnant and you think "Oh it wasn't that bad!" Just to find out 9 months later that YES it was that bad and this one is even worse!!!
You forget. It happens with everything. The good things. The bad things. and the stupid and idiotic things. You forget what it feels like at that exact moment that you swore on so-so's life that you would never (fill in whatever you would like here!) You forget!
Lets face it the human race is a lot of things but our memory sucks.
Okay wait, let me rephrase; it's not our memories that forget because I can tell you the exact day that I met (and fell in love with my hubby) was on a Wednesday about 4:15pm, and that was 12 years ago.
I remember how the sun feels nice and tingly on my skin on those 90 degree summer days. The feel of the cement on my bare feet. How great a ice cold beer tastes after working in the yard for five hours in the heat. I remember the day my dad died. I can tell you the day and time all three of my children were conceived and born (Except my oldest I don't know how I got pregnant with her...okay I know how but i don't remember the day!)
I remember these things. Especially days. I had a friend (I guess she is still considered a friend, I just haven't talked to her in years) that would tease me because I would say "Hey do you remember that Wednesday we went...." She was always amazed that I remembered the days.
I remember that stuff. Now ask me if I remember how those things made me feel.
I could tell you that my dad dying sucked, it really hurt. Having a baby did not tickle, but was it really so bad that I don't want to have anymore???
I could tell you that it felt hot outside and the beer tasted better that any beer I have ever had. I could tell you that that cement burned the bottom of my feet. But I can't tell you the ACTUAL feeling I had, and why is that?
Because I forgot.
I think it is a survival tool that we subconsciously have and don't know it. It makes humans think that thing really weren't that bad when they were.
But come next October (No make that December!) I will round up my crew and we will start organizing Santa shop again and I bet you (I think I have five bucks in my wallet) Five bucks, that I will get stressed again. I will not be able to move my head because of all the knots in my shoulders. I will be swearing and wondering why I did this AGAIN. I will swear to GOD that I will never ever do Santa Shop again! Why because I'll forget!
You know what will stick out in my memory more than all that other crap? The little boy (on Wednesday afternoon) who handed me three bouncy balls to wrap and I asked who they were for and he said "My mom!" or the little girl who was looking for a present for her sister and could only spend between 2-3 dollars and I showed her pretty neat lip gloss kit and told her it was $1.75 and she said "But that's not between 2-3!" (That was Wednesday morning!) or The little 1st Grader who stood in front of me (on Tuesday morning) and said "Thanks so much for having Santa Shop! I love shopping for mommy!Merry Christmas!"
That right there my friend, made it ALL WORTH IT!!!
You forget. It happens with everything. The good things. The bad things. and the stupid and idiotic things. You forget what it feels like at that exact moment that you swore on so-so's life that you would never (fill in whatever you would like here!) You forget!
Lets face it the human race is a lot of things but our memory sucks.
Okay wait, let me rephrase; it's not our memories that forget because I can tell you the exact day that I met (and fell in love with my hubby) was on a Wednesday about 4:15pm, and that was 12 years ago.
I remember how the sun feels nice and tingly on my skin on those 90 degree summer days. The feel of the cement on my bare feet. How great a ice cold beer tastes after working in the yard for five hours in the heat. I remember the day my dad died. I can tell you the day and time all three of my children were conceived and born (Except my oldest I don't know how I got pregnant with her...okay I know how but i don't remember the day!)
I remember these things. Especially days. I had a friend (I guess she is still considered a friend, I just haven't talked to her in years) that would tease me because I would say "Hey do you remember that Wednesday we went...." She was always amazed that I remembered the days.
I remember that stuff. Now ask me if I remember how those things made me feel.
I could tell you that my dad dying sucked, it really hurt. Having a baby did not tickle, but was it really so bad that I don't want to have anymore???
I could tell you that it felt hot outside and the beer tasted better that any beer I have ever had. I could tell you that that cement burned the bottom of my feet. But I can't tell you the ACTUAL feeling I had, and why is that?
Because I forgot.
I think it is a survival tool that we subconsciously have and don't know it. It makes humans think that thing really weren't that bad when they were.
But come next October (No make that December!) I will round up my crew and we will start organizing Santa shop again and I bet you (I think I have five bucks in my wallet) Five bucks, that I will get stressed again. I will not be able to move my head because of all the knots in my shoulders. I will be swearing and wondering why I did this AGAIN. I will swear to GOD that I will never ever do Santa Shop again! Why because I'll forget!
You know what will stick out in my memory more than all that other crap? The little boy (on Wednesday afternoon) who handed me three bouncy balls to wrap and I asked who they were for and he said "My mom!" or the little girl who was looking for a present for her sister and could only spend between 2-3 dollars and I showed her pretty neat lip gloss kit and told her it was $1.75 and she said "But that's not between 2-3!" (That was Wednesday morning!) or The little 1st Grader who stood in front of me (on Tuesday morning) and said "Thanks so much for having Santa Shop! I love shopping for mommy!Merry Christmas!"
That right there my friend, made it ALL WORTH IT!!!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
'Tis the Season
Good Morning! (it is still morning right?)
It's been busy day and it's not even noon yet. I had PTA meetings at school all morning long. I got slaughtered with Santa shop questions that I couldn't answer. I got all the fliers printed and a teacher changed their time, screw it, I'm not changing it! I'm so aggravated, I just want to go to bed and pull the covers over my head. Oh my aching head...(It's almost over! Breath!)
I am going to go out and attempt my Christmas shopping, that would be kind of productive since I haven't bought a single thing yet! And decorations? I haven't even thought of that! I have to do something i haven't been very productive and that isn't good. I am going out to battle the hustle and bustle of the holiday season in this nice 53 degree rain. I thought it was suppose to be a white Christmas not a wet one.
I know I have been complaining quite a bit lately, and I do apologize! I am usually not a complainer. I usually see the glass half full, and I usually am the first person to point out the good in every situation and I promise the complaints will stop and than you will have to listen to me babble about other none important things. Just be patient, hang in there! This to shall pass and in the mean time you have to put up with my whining, but hey 'tis the season!
It's been busy day and it's not even noon yet. I had PTA meetings at school all morning long. I got slaughtered with Santa shop questions that I couldn't answer. I got all the fliers printed and a teacher changed their time, screw it, I'm not changing it! I'm so aggravated, I just want to go to bed and pull the covers over my head. Oh my aching head...(It's almost over! Breath!)
I am going to go out and attempt my Christmas shopping, that would be kind of productive since I haven't bought a single thing yet! And decorations? I haven't even thought of that! I have to do something i haven't been very productive and that isn't good. I am going out to battle the hustle and bustle of the holiday season in this nice 53 degree rain. I thought it was suppose to be a white Christmas not a wet one.
I know I have been complaining quite a bit lately, and I do apologize! I am usually not a complainer. I usually see the glass half full, and I usually am the first person to point out the good in every situation and I promise the complaints will stop and than you will have to listen to me babble about other none important things. Just be patient, hang in there! This to shall pass and in the mean time you have to put up with my whining, but hey 'tis the season!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Anywho...
That was a dozy of a scab I decided to scratch open yesterday, let me tell you I felt sad and depressed all day long. It amazes me that after ten years it can still hurt that bad. Oh well, I felt it, I embraced it and I let it go and went to bed. I woke up this morning feeling chirpy and well rested so it must of been something that I needed to do. Anywho...
I am still working on Santa Shop. (Breath!) I have like five things that need to go home in the next three days so I was counting out copies that I had made yesterday in between all my feeling and came up short, like 85 copies! Not good! I called the publisher place this morning and they said they would run off my copies and I could pick them up this afternoon. So I put my Santa Shop Shit (Breath!) away and started working on a story that I wrote, and the next thing I know it's time to get the wee ones on the bus for school. Thank god they can take care of them selves. Well not take care of themselves but get something if they are hungry, or thirsty, and dress themselves. (I was ready to put them on the bus with their PJ's on!)
After the bus came I jumped in my car and drove up to get my copies and there was no one there. I thought maybe they were on lunch and I would try again at 2pm. I came home and went back to that story and a while later the phone rang. It's the publisher, their copier is broke, they won't have my copies until tomorrow maybe Thrusday. BROKE!
Uh huh, I need them, and I them today. So here I sit, waiting for the last 50 copies to come out of my printer. Praying that this happens before 3:30pm when school gets out. My hubby is going to crap when he finds out that I used all the ink he just bought. I'm sure I'll get reimbursed sooner or later. I keep telling myself that next week this time it'll almost all be over! It'll be worth it. It's got to be worth it, right?
I have two dogs. they are lab/retriever mix. They are one year old. They are both male. Need I say more? I love my dogs, even when I had to chase them all over the neighborhood because they got out the front door. That don't happen anymore, we got an electric fence. (I know it sounds mean and cruel but honestly it don't hurt when you get "corrected", I tried the collar myself!)
I had to do something, I was getting hurt, leaving my kids alone while I ran after them and animal control was called on me. Not to mention the neighbor who "really don't like them running through her yard everyday!" (Bite me! It wasn't everyday!) So we got an electric fence. Now they can run the yard (and they do) and feel free without actually being free. It's pure genius!
Last week they ate one of the compotents on the collar (the part that produces the shock) and now it don't work. We have to get it replaced, it's on my list of things to do. (Wait I don't have a list) I managed to "fix" the collar and we put it on the white dog, because the brown dog is way too smart, and that has been working, until today! I think my dog figured it out because he was barking at the neighbor kid (who is deathly afraid of my boys, WTH? they are big teddy bears who like to jump on you and kncok you down and than slobber all over your face! there's nothing scary about two 85 pound dogs running at you!) from the sidewalk. The sidewalk is not my yard. It is outside of the fence. The funny thing is he just stood there and barked. (The brown dog would of took off!)
I had to bring them in and shut the gate so they can't run anymore. Brown dog is not happy about this at all! He keeps pacing the house like a cage tiger and every now and then he moans and groans about it. Or he'll just sit down next to me and bark. I could live without that, his bark seems to go right to my bones and vibrate off them. His bark can be ear piercing at times. I think he knows this because he does it when he wants something. Hey I never said they were dumb! I guess I'll have to order a new collar so my boys can play and torment the neighbor kids without actually tormenting them. Poor puppies!
My printer is SOO slow! They are not going to be done in time. I guess it'll have to wait until tomorrow =(
Now I have an extra thirty minutes before the kids come home and my peace and quiet disappear until tomorrow afternoon. What to do? Maybe I should start dinner? Order a new collar? Start counting copies? Change laundry loads? Nah, I think I'll go write my story...
I am still working on Santa Shop. (Breath!) I have like five things that need to go home in the next three days so I was counting out copies that I had made yesterday in between all my feeling and came up short, like 85 copies! Not good! I called the publisher place this morning and they said they would run off my copies and I could pick them up this afternoon. So I put my Santa Shop Shit (Breath!) away and started working on a story that I wrote, and the next thing I know it's time to get the wee ones on the bus for school. Thank god they can take care of them selves. Well not take care of themselves but get something if they are hungry, or thirsty, and dress themselves. (I was ready to put them on the bus with their PJ's on!)
After the bus came I jumped in my car and drove up to get my copies and there was no one there. I thought maybe they were on lunch and I would try again at 2pm. I came home and went back to that story and a while later the phone rang. It's the publisher, their copier is broke, they won't have my copies until tomorrow maybe Thrusday. BROKE!
Uh huh, I need them, and I them today. So here I sit, waiting for the last 50 copies to come out of my printer. Praying that this happens before 3:30pm when school gets out. My hubby is going to crap when he finds out that I used all the ink he just bought. I'm sure I'll get reimbursed sooner or later. I keep telling myself that next week this time it'll almost all be over! It'll be worth it. It's got to be worth it, right?
I have two dogs. they are lab/retriever mix. They are one year old. They are both male. Need I say more? I love my dogs, even when I had to chase them all over the neighborhood because they got out the front door. That don't happen anymore, we got an electric fence. (I know it sounds mean and cruel but honestly it don't hurt when you get "corrected", I tried the collar myself!)
I had to do something, I was getting hurt, leaving my kids alone while I ran after them and animal control was called on me. Not to mention the neighbor who "really don't like them running through her yard everyday!" (Bite me! It wasn't everyday!) So we got an electric fence. Now they can run the yard (and they do) and feel free without actually being free. It's pure genius!
Last week they ate one of the compotents on the collar (the part that produces the shock) and now it don't work. We have to get it replaced, it's on my list of things to do. (Wait I don't have a list) I managed to "fix" the collar and we put it on the white dog, because the brown dog is way too smart, and that has been working, until today! I think my dog figured it out because he was barking at the neighbor kid (who is deathly afraid of my boys, WTH? they are big teddy bears who like to jump on you and kncok you down and than slobber all over your face! there's nothing scary about two 85 pound dogs running at you!) from the sidewalk. The sidewalk is not my yard. It is outside of the fence. The funny thing is he just stood there and barked. (The brown dog would of took off!)
I had to bring them in and shut the gate so they can't run anymore. Brown dog is not happy about this at all! He keeps pacing the house like a cage tiger and every now and then he moans and groans about it. Or he'll just sit down next to me and bark. I could live without that, his bark seems to go right to my bones and vibrate off them. His bark can be ear piercing at times. I think he knows this because he does it when he wants something. Hey I never said they were dumb! I guess I'll have to order a new collar so my boys can play and torment the neighbor kids without actually tormenting them. Poor puppies!
My printer is SOO slow! They are not going to be done in time. I guess it'll have to wait until tomorrow =(
Now I have an extra thirty minutes before the kids come home and my peace and quiet disappear until tomorrow afternoon. What to do? Maybe I should start dinner? Order a new collar? Start counting copies? Change laundry loads? Nah, I think I'll go write my story...
Monday, December 7, 2009
Ah Ha!
Ah the wonders of Mondays!
I think I hate Mondays, but everyone also goes back to school and work on Mondays, and i don't have to hear "Mom..." or "Mom! Tell so-so to stop..." or "honey where's the..." Yes i can sit back and relax and just be.
I like to just be. It's when I have the most insight and all my ah-ha's come to me. It only happens for a few moments each day and sometimes I can't sit still long enough for it or sometimes I miss it and than I have double the ah-ha's going through my head and it gets over crowded. I never know exactly when Imissed my moment until it is too late.
I defaintly must of missed it this weekend because the thoughts are flying through my head faster than I can type. I have no idea what to do let a lone what to do first! Kind of like figuring out which end is up.
I am not a very organized person, and that is putting it mildly. I know there are a few people who would even go so far as to say I am a slob or lazy or scattered brained. I am all those things! (I just won't admit it out loud, and blogging about it don't count!) So be it. To each their own!
I would rather have a messy house because I was too lazy to stop giggling with my kids from playing telephone. I would rather have forgotten something because I was having a heart to heart with my daughter. Or I'd rather be a slob and not shower in the morning because I had a few extra minutes to snuggle with my hubby. Those things don't happen all the time and I would much rather look back and say "yeap, that was fun!" instead of "Awww, I wish I hadn't of missed that!"
I realize everyday how quickly time goes by; everytime I look at one of my children and see how big they are, I'm honored (most of the time) that they still want to be with me, play with me, and hang out with me! I hold my breath waiting for the day when my oldest rolls her eyes and tells me she's too busy to sit and play telephone with me because that's lame! I know it'll happen, just like I know one day she will look back and say "I wish I would of..." We all do these things and our children are going to do the same thing.
I'm feeling sentimental today. It's snowing and I could hear my dad's voice in my head, "It's flakin' outside!" My dad has been dead for ten years. I miss him. I don't know if it's the flakes, or that the annierversary of his death wasn't to long ago, or that his birthday was on Christmas, or that his favorite holiday was Christmas. Or maybe it's just because I love my dad and miss him a lot and that my friends is okay. I don't need a reason to feel sad, and I don't need an excuse to miss my dad.
The sad sentiments will past a long with the tears (but my eyes will probably be puffy for the rest of the afternoon!) and maybe tomorrow I will think "Wow! I remember doing this with my dad!" And smile because I am able to have that thought instead of regretting that I didn't!
I have no regrets today. I try to do it all with everyone I love because I know one day I won't be here and I want my children to think "That was so awesome when mom did..." Instead of "I wish I could of shared that with mom but she was too busy cleaning!"
I'm done! It's time to go and get my stuff done. I'm glad I had this moment to just sit and be...the ah-ha's that came were priceless.
I think I hate Mondays, but everyone also goes back to school and work on Mondays, and i don't have to hear "Mom..." or "Mom! Tell so-so to stop..." or "honey where's the..." Yes i can sit back and relax and just be.
I like to just be. It's when I have the most insight and all my ah-ha's come to me. It only happens for a few moments each day and sometimes I can't sit still long enough for it or sometimes I miss it and than I have double the ah-ha's going through my head and it gets over crowded. I never know exactly when Imissed my moment until it is too late.
I defaintly must of missed it this weekend because the thoughts are flying through my head faster than I can type. I have no idea what to do let a lone what to do first! Kind of like figuring out which end is up.
I am not a very organized person, and that is putting it mildly. I know there are a few people who would even go so far as to say I am a slob or lazy or scattered brained. I am all those things! (I just won't admit it out loud, and blogging about it don't count!) So be it. To each their own!
I would rather have a messy house because I was too lazy to stop giggling with my kids from playing telephone. I would rather have forgotten something because I was having a heart to heart with my daughter. Or I'd rather be a slob and not shower in the morning because I had a few extra minutes to snuggle with my hubby. Those things don't happen all the time and I would much rather look back and say "yeap, that was fun!" instead of "Awww, I wish I hadn't of missed that!"
I realize everyday how quickly time goes by; everytime I look at one of my children and see how big they are, I'm honored (most of the time) that they still want to be with me, play with me, and hang out with me! I hold my breath waiting for the day when my oldest rolls her eyes and tells me she's too busy to sit and play telephone with me because that's lame! I know it'll happen, just like I know one day she will look back and say "I wish I would of..." We all do these things and our children are going to do the same thing.
I'm feeling sentimental today. It's snowing and I could hear my dad's voice in my head, "It's flakin' outside!" My dad has been dead for ten years. I miss him. I don't know if it's the flakes, or that the annierversary of his death wasn't to long ago, or that his birthday was on Christmas, or that his favorite holiday was Christmas. Or maybe it's just because I love my dad and miss him a lot and that my friends is okay. I don't need a reason to feel sad, and I don't need an excuse to miss my dad.
The sad sentiments will past a long with the tears (but my eyes will probably be puffy for the rest of the afternoon!) and maybe tomorrow I will think "Wow! I remember doing this with my dad!" And smile because I am able to have that thought instead of regretting that I didn't!
I have no regrets today. I try to do it all with everyone I love because I know one day I won't be here and I want my children to think "That was so awesome when mom did..." Instead of "I wish I could of shared that with mom but she was too busy cleaning!"
I'm done! It's time to go and get my stuff done. I'm glad I had this moment to just sit and be...the ah-ha's that came were priceless.
Friday, December 4, 2009
I was so ready to take on the world this morning!
I got up before the alarm went off, (well before I had to hit the snooze button again!) I had my daughter dressed and ready to get on the bus, I started the laundry, washed the carpet, (where my son decided to puke last night) made my coffee, got the other two children breakfast, looked at the ads to go Christmas shopping, and than I remembered I had Santa Shop stuff to do. Uh-oh!
Santa Shop! The two words alone make my heart start to pound and my chest gets all tight and I feel like I cannot breath!
Why in the world did I volunteer to do this? Because the children love it and I want to be a part of that. My oldest daughter was so excited when she found out that I was in charge of the Santa shop this year. She wanted to know if I was going to make everyone wear elf costumes like they did in the Junie B. Jones book she had just finished reading. I'm not, heck with the way it has been going I'll be lucky to have any help there!
It's just for three days, think of how happy my kids will be! That's what the inner mother in me keeps saying, do you want to know what I want to tell my inner mother?
You are probably wondering why I did agree to do this, huh? Especially since just saying the two words alone gives me anxiety. Well they didn't at first. At first I was excited, I thought someone else would volunteer to co-chair with me and we would get it done together. No! NO ONE OFFERED TO HELP!!! Finally I get the binder of what needs to be done to make Santa Shop a success and I look at the time line. It says to start in September, it was the end of October when I got the frigging thing! (BREATH!!!)
I had to come up with crafts to make to sell at the shop. I had to buy the crafting supplies, I had to arrange for a room and a day to do these crafts on and than only 5 people showed up to help me! And the worst part is I am not a crafty person! Okay lets look at the glass half full; it could of been worse, no one could of showed up. I still have a box of frigging ornaments to make out in my garage and Santa Shop (can't breath!) Is less than two weeks away.
I guess it'll be okay, I mean I can get my volunteer forms up to school before 3:30pm. I can call every single parent I know and beg, grovel, and bribe them to help me. I can get all the fliers to the publishers and handed out next week. And it'll all be great and the kids will love it! Who am I kidding?
But you know what? It is going to happen no matter how much I complain, good or bad, I have absolutely no control over it. I can only work with what I have, I'm not supermom! So I am going to finish printing my fliers, take them up to school and head over to the publishers to drop off the other things that need to be printed for next week and than it is out of my hands.
Santa Shop will happen this year and next year I can sit back and laugh at the poor chump who signed up to be in charge!
(Unless it goes great and than maybe I'll do it one more year...)
I got up before the alarm went off, (well before I had to hit the snooze button again!) I had my daughter dressed and ready to get on the bus, I started the laundry, washed the carpet, (where my son decided to puke last night) made my coffee, got the other two children breakfast, looked at the ads to go Christmas shopping, and than I remembered I had Santa Shop stuff to do. Uh-oh!
Santa Shop! The two words alone make my heart start to pound and my chest gets all tight and I feel like I cannot breath!
Why in the world did I volunteer to do this? Because the children love it and I want to be a part of that. My oldest daughter was so excited when she found out that I was in charge of the Santa shop this year. She wanted to know if I was going to make everyone wear elf costumes like they did in the Junie B. Jones book she had just finished reading. I'm not, heck with the way it has been going I'll be lucky to have any help there!
It's just for three days, think of how happy my kids will be! That's what the inner mother in me keeps saying, do you want to know what I want to tell my inner mother?
You are probably wondering why I did agree to do this, huh? Especially since just saying the two words alone gives me anxiety. Well they didn't at first. At first I was excited, I thought someone else would volunteer to co-chair with me and we would get it done together. No! NO ONE OFFERED TO HELP!!! Finally I get the binder of what needs to be done to make Santa Shop a success and I look at the time line. It says to start in September, it was the end of October when I got the frigging thing! (BREATH!!!)
I had to come up with crafts to make to sell at the shop. I had to buy the crafting supplies, I had to arrange for a room and a day to do these crafts on and than only 5 people showed up to help me! And the worst part is I am not a crafty person! Okay lets look at the glass half full; it could of been worse, no one could of showed up. I still have a box of frigging ornaments to make out in my garage and Santa Shop (can't breath!) Is less than two weeks away.
I guess it'll be okay, I mean I can get my volunteer forms up to school before 3:30pm. I can call every single parent I know and beg, grovel, and bribe them to help me. I can get all the fliers to the publishers and handed out next week. And it'll all be great and the kids will love it! Who am I kidding?
But you know what? It is going to happen no matter how much I complain, good or bad, I have absolutely no control over it. I can only work with what I have, I'm not supermom! So I am going to finish printing my fliers, take them up to school and head over to the publishers to drop off the other things that need to be printed for next week and than it is out of my hands.
Santa Shop will happen this year and next year I can sit back and laugh at the poor chump who signed up to be in charge!
(Unless it goes great and than maybe I'll do it one more year...)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Yes, I have my own blog!
I have to tell you right away that you won't be reading my deep dark secrets here so sorry to disappoint you. What you will read are the thoughts that run through my head. (That right there is enough to make me turn and run) but if you are brave and think you are up to the task than stick around the fun is just begun!
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