I had a day off from work today. Well, while I was a work yesterday, I got a call from the nurse at school. They found another bug in Em's head. So, after combing it out for hours last night, I was tired, as was she. So I decided to keep her home with me. We slept in and little does she know I have to comb her hair out again. This, in her world, is a fate worse than death.
Emily has a drawer in the kitchen that is filled with snacks. Things she can eat anytime she wants something. It's full of things like 100 calorie snack packs, fruit roll ups, etc. Since we have been up and downstairs, about an hour she has had:
two pieces of cininmon toast with butter
one box (mini) coco puffs
one box (mini) other cereal
one small package of oreos
one handi pretzel and cheese snack (just the cheese)
one juice box
And she tells me she wants something else to eat!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Winter Wonderland
It's snowing outside. Again. if I look out the front door from my office, I can see the busy street with all the yucky dirty snow that the plows move off of the asphalt. Nothing exciting.
But, if I look out the back window, I can out at the forest that is behind us. It's not really that big, but big enough to make you forget that you are in the middle of the city. And the big fat white flakes that are falling are beautiful.
But, when I get home later, or really when I get out of the office to go home, and I have to clean off my car, I'll curse every single white flake. I'll bitch about my hands going red and then purple with the cold. I'll complain about sliding on the ice as I drive. I'll wonder to myself why I'm still in the Northeast.
But, once Emily goes out side, all bundled up, happy as a clam, making snow angels, I'll remember what that feeling was like.
I remember winters when the snow was so deep that my sister and I would get stuck in my father's foot prints. There were winters that we would build a large snow man. We would spend so many hours outside that we were blue with the cold. But I have no reason to be out there now.
I was listening to one of my resident's family members complain that she had to get going while the snow was light to make sure that she could get to the grocery store and get her items. Milk, bread, and eggs. Like with out those three things, she wasn't going to survive the two inches of snow we are supposed to get. We live in the Northeast for crying out loud. You must still like living here. So, deal with driving in the snow. I've been known to drive in the middle of a snow storm for dinner. Only to get somewhere and found out that the resturant was closed becasue it was snowing.
I can't call into my job because of snow. Not because I'm in charge, but because, weather isn't a good reason to call out as a nurse. People are still sick. People still need to be taken care of. So, really driving in the snow isn't that bad for me.
Other people..... well that's a different story.
I think that they stopped giving road tests in the State of New York. Now, you have to buy a box of cereal and get your license. Or at least it seems that way.
But, if I look out the back window, I can out at the forest that is behind us. It's not really that big, but big enough to make you forget that you are in the middle of the city. And the big fat white flakes that are falling are beautiful.
But, when I get home later, or really when I get out of the office to go home, and I have to clean off my car, I'll curse every single white flake. I'll bitch about my hands going red and then purple with the cold. I'll complain about sliding on the ice as I drive. I'll wonder to myself why I'm still in the Northeast.
But, once Emily goes out side, all bundled up, happy as a clam, making snow angels, I'll remember what that feeling was like.
I remember winters when the snow was so deep that my sister and I would get stuck in my father's foot prints. There were winters that we would build a large snow man. We would spend so many hours outside that we were blue with the cold. But I have no reason to be out there now.
I was listening to one of my resident's family members complain that she had to get going while the snow was light to make sure that she could get to the grocery store and get her items. Milk, bread, and eggs. Like with out those three things, she wasn't going to survive the two inches of snow we are supposed to get. We live in the Northeast for crying out loud. You must still like living here. So, deal with driving in the snow. I've been known to drive in the middle of a snow storm for dinner. Only to get somewhere and found out that the resturant was closed becasue it was snowing.
I can't call into my job because of snow. Not because I'm in charge, but because, weather isn't a good reason to call out as a nurse. People are still sick. People still need to be taken care of. So, really driving in the snow isn't that bad for me.
Other people..... well that's a different story.
I think that they stopped giving road tests in the State of New York. Now, you have to buy a box of cereal and get your license. Or at least it seems that way.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Time to Kill
Sunday, my parents took Emily to visit my father's sister in New Jersey. They left around 11 and weren't going to be back all day. Brian and I were home alone. There was nothing to do. Laundry was caught up. We were bored with television. There was nothing in the theateres to watch.
Essentially, we had the whole day to do grown up things and there was nothing that held our interest. None of our friends were around, we didn't feel like driving the half an hour to wake his sister up and didn't really feel like sitting at his older sister's house with the kids. We wanted to do something that we haven't been able to do with a child.
But the problem was what.
So, we did nothing, watching the clock until they all came home.
Then, it couldn't be bedtime fast enough!
Essentially, we had the whole day to do grown up things and there was nothing that held our interest. None of our friends were around, we didn't feel like driving the half an hour to wake his sister up and didn't really feel like sitting at his older sister's house with the kids. We wanted to do something that we haven't been able to do with a child.
But the problem was what.
So, we did nothing, watching the clock until they all came home.
Then, it couldn't be bedtime fast enough!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Okay, so I'm still learning
If you double click on the photo of Emily as Tinkerbelle, you should be able to link up with other images I have from her birthday. In the top corner of the photo it brings up, hit slide show and enjoy!
I need about an hour of uninterrupted time to figure out how to put the slide show right on the blog.
Maybe when she's 17.
I need about an hour of uninterrupted time to figure out how to put the slide show right on the blog.
Maybe when she's 17.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Could someone loan me a few more hours a day?
It's been a while since I've had the time to sit down and write. Between Emily's birthday party (yup, my big girl is seven! snif, snif.. what happened to my baby?) and work, I've bearly had time to sit and take a deep breath, let alone blog.
I started a new job in October. A brand new building with a brand new business. We decided to put off our grand opening until after the holidays. And then, before we knew it, it was after the holidays. Then we opted for the end of Feb. Well, guess what. It's here. So our grand opening is Saturday and I have been handed almost daily five and six page lists of things to get done.
Plus it was Em's birthday last Friday. She's seven. So there was the parties and school and cleaning the house.... you know the drill. I was very silly and invited some where in the neighborhood of 25 people over. In my little house.
But it was fun and Em really enjoyed herself.
So, now if I can just get through this weekend,....
But wait.
I have Easter every year. And that's just a few weeks away.
Not going to think about it now.
I started a new job in October. A brand new building with a brand new business. We decided to put off our grand opening until after the holidays. And then, before we knew it, it was after the holidays. Then we opted for the end of Feb. Well, guess what. It's here. So our grand opening is Saturday and I have been handed almost daily five and six page lists of things to get done.
Plus it was Em's birthday last Friday. She's seven. So there was the parties and school and cleaning the house.... you know the drill. I was very silly and invited some where in the neighborhood of 25 people over. In my little house.
But it was fun and Em really enjoyed herself.
So, now if I can just get through this weekend,....
But wait.
I have Easter every year. And that's just a few weeks away.
Not going to think about it now.
Friday, February 8, 2008
She Fights Dirty
The problem with Emily growing older is that she is growing older. Tonight, on our way out to dinner, we stopped for gas at the Sunoco ( or as Emily calls it Sinoceoo's). Just about every time Brian and Emily go there, she gets a treat, more often than not, candy. So, she started to whine that she wanted a treat. I told her no, because we were on our way to dinner. This started the water works.
But I want a treat.
No. We are going to dinner.
You don't love me. You won't let me get anything.
I let you get things.
No you don't. The other day you wouldn't let me get the bear I wanted.
But Daddy got you the bear didn't he?
Yes, but you didn't. You never get me what I want. You're no fun anymore and I wish you would just go away. (sniffle sniffle, sob, sob)
This went on for twenty or so minutes. I couldn't help but laugh at her. Here is my little girl who starting to remember what happened weeks ago and use it against me!
I proceeded to tell her that she couldn't always get what she wanted because I wasn't going to spoil her. (Too late. She's already spoiled)
But then she tells me that she wants to be spoiled.
We tried to explain to her that getting spoiled was not good. That she would end up being a brat. But that didn't work either. Because, even though I hate them, she loves the Bratz. She thinks that it's a goos thing to be a Brat.
Can't win for trying with this one.
But I want a treat.
No. We are going to dinner.
You don't love me. You won't let me get anything.
I let you get things.
No you don't. The other day you wouldn't let me get the bear I wanted.
But Daddy got you the bear didn't he?
Yes, but you didn't. You never get me what I want. You're no fun anymore and I wish you would just go away. (sniffle sniffle, sob, sob)
This went on for twenty or so minutes. I couldn't help but laugh at her. Here is my little girl who starting to remember what happened weeks ago and use it against me!
I proceeded to tell her that she couldn't always get what she wanted because I wasn't going to spoil her. (Too late. She's already spoiled)
But then she tells me that she wants to be spoiled.
We tried to explain to her that getting spoiled was not good. That she would end up being a brat. But that didn't work either. Because, even though I hate them, she loves the Bratz. She thinks that it's a goos thing to be a Brat.
Can't win for trying with this one.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
What was that saying about death and taxes?
I hate this time of year. It's not just the beginning of a new year, or that Emily is about to turn a year older. It's not the post holiday let down. It's the fact that I have to spend about an hour at some point cursing at the government and figuring out where all my money goes from my paycheck.
TAXTIME!!!!
I truly hate it. It's something I hate to do. I hate looking at the forms, jumping through the hoops the government set up, just so I can get a small amount of the money I worked so hard to earn, back again.
I worked for it. It's mine.
Yesterday was Super Tuesday. While at work in the last three days, we got a phone call on each phone line to remind us to vote. It was Hilary!
So, I got to thinking about my tax dollars, and the election.
Hilary is a Congresswoman from NYS. So, let's see. I am paying NYS taxes and Federal taxes. I have to admit I didn't vote for her. But here I am, paying her a salary, through my taxes, to help run the country, as a represenative from my state.
But is she working?
Nope, she out there glad handing and reminding me to vote.
So, am I paying her to run for office?
I don't want to pay her to run for office.
GET BACK TO WORK, HILARY!!!!
Think about this,
if roughly 50% of the congress is currently running for office, that leaves 50% of the congress really running the country. And within that 50% running the congress, how many are out sick, building homes in New Orleans, having cocktail parties, hob nobbing with celebrities, traveling to Paris to investigate the current working trends of the French fashion industry ( could go on and on.)
But what does that really say? We are being governed by a Texan with more money than God and a vested interest in the oil crisis and a handful of people who have no friends or life to leave Washington? We are being governed by an old man who really doesn't know what it means to be working class and some charismatic dungeon masters?
Communism is sounding better and better every day.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communism
TAXTIME!!!!
I truly hate it. It's something I hate to do. I hate looking at the forms, jumping through the hoops the government set up, just so I can get a small amount of the money I worked so hard to earn, back again.
I worked for it. It's mine.
Yesterday was Super Tuesday. While at work in the last three days, we got a phone call on each phone line to remind us to vote. It was Hilary!
So, I got to thinking about my tax dollars, and the election.
Hilary is a Congresswoman from NYS. So, let's see. I am paying NYS taxes and Federal taxes. I have to admit I didn't vote for her. But here I am, paying her a salary, through my taxes, to help run the country, as a represenative from my state.
But is she working?
Nope, she out there glad handing and reminding me to vote.
So, am I paying her to run for office?
I don't want to pay her to run for office.
GET BACK TO WORK, HILARY!!!!
Think about this,
if roughly 50% of the congress is currently running for office, that leaves 50% of the congress really running the country. And within that 50% running the congress, how many are out sick, building homes in New Orleans, having cocktail parties, hob nobbing with celebrities, traveling to Paris to investigate the current working trends of the French fashion industry ( could go on and on.)
But what does that really say? We are being governed by a Texan with more money than God and a vested interest in the oil crisis and a handful of people who have no friends or life to leave Washington? We are being governed by an old man who really doesn't know what it means to be working class and some charismatic dungeon masters?
Communism is sounding better and better every day.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communism
Friday, February 1, 2008
How much?!
Emily's birthday is two weeks away and we have been talking about going away soon. We've talked about going to Floridia and doing the Disney thing. We've talked about going up to Lake George and hitting this indoor waterpark that's attached to a hotel. We've talked about the same kind of thing in Pennsylvania.
Here's how it breaks down.
Florida. 4 adults and 1 child. Five nights, six days, airfare from our local airport and two rooms on the Disney property, park hopper passes for five days. Grand total $5000.
Lake George Sold out but rooms around spring break for 4 adults and 1 child plus park passes and breakfast, starting at $200 a night.
Pennsylvania Sold out for all the weekends we would want.
We asked about the park in Niagria Falls, but being 6 plus hours away isn't that appealing. Plus the room, tickets, etc starts at $525 a night!
Since when did hotels get so pricey? I remember hotels like Motel 6 having rates around $60 a night. What do you really need? Clean bed, Clean bathroom and maybe a pool if it's warm enough or inside.
Brian and I were talking about going to see his Aunt and Uncle last weekend and staying over night in Atlantic City. The best price I could get on the Boardwalk was $380 a night!
For what?
All we ever need is one bed. Em likes to sleep, well, the intention is between us. But she spins around in the bed, so it's like sleeping with a top. A boney one at that.
Inflation sucks.
Here's how it breaks down.
Florida. 4 adults and 1 child. Five nights, six days, airfare from our local airport and two rooms on the Disney property, park hopper passes for five days. Grand total $5000.
Lake George Sold out but rooms around spring break for 4 adults and 1 child plus park passes and breakfast, starting at $200 a night.
Pennsylvania Sold out for all the weekends we would want.
We asked about the park in Niagria Falls, but being 6 plus hours away isn't that appealing. Plus the room, tickets, etc starts at $525 a night!
Since when did hotels get so pricey? I remember hotels like Motel 6 having rates around $60 a night. What do you really need? Clean bed, Clean bathroom and maybe a pool if it's warm enough or inside.
Brian and I were talking about going to see his Aunt and Uncle last weekend and staying over night in Atlantic City. The best price I could get on the Boardwalk was $380 a night!
For what?
All we ever need is one bed. Em likes to sleep, well, the intention is between us. But she spins around in the bed, so it's like sleeping with a top. A boney one at that.
Inflation sucks.
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