OK, so I heard the funniest thing on my way into work this morning. First off you need to know it's horrible snowy slipperiness this morning everywhere. I barely made it into the building without falling. Why is it that I wear big combat boots in the summer and heels in the snow? But so anyway I come in and one of the guys I work with, someone I don't know personally but see all the time, was saying he fell on his way in. "It was OK, though," he went on to say, "cause I Kung-Fu fell." You'd all be very proud I didn't laugh out loud. What the hell is that, though? Is it a good thing? Do you look like LESS of an ass falling like that? More?? I mean, I hope I'm not offending all of you Kung-Fu fighters out there but can I just say haaahahaaahahaaaahaaaahaa!!!!!
OK, had to get that out.
Things are good today other than the crappy weather. Dane's company bought out another freight company (Utah-Wyoming. Catchy name, eh?) so that's a little unnerving. We don't know yet if that means promotions, layoffs, nothing... Not good, and with the way things are going you can imagine which way MY mind's going with it. Maybe we've just been cosmically punished lately cause he has this gimongous promotion coming up and things are just fair like that in the universe. Yeah, probably not, but it's a nice thought.
I made a cool coloring game last night for the kids. Actually it's not very cool yet. It does color, though. It has one very small and lame picture but you can fill the different spots in with color and Polly liked it anyway. I could barely get her to stop. Romy, though, was pretty sick of it pretty quick and was annoyed I only made one picture to color. We always talk about that at work, how the really tricky stuff we do doesn't impress the kids half as much as the simple coloring stuff we can crank out in just a minute or two. But the one without the other is a total waste of time. Weird. Making a bunch more pictures, though, is a quick fix and maybe even Romy will be impressed with her computer-savvy mom. :)
Well, nothing terrible happened yesterday. Now I feel like something doubly horrifying is going to happen today, and I'm kind of looking over my shoulder, waiting. Sort of like when Dane and the kids got the flu back in November and I didn't. I swear I wasted like two whole weeks not planning to do anything cause I figured I'd be spending the next twenty four hours hanging over the side of the toilet.
Nice visual. Yeah, sorry about that. :)
But so life's good, all things considered. The girls have been getting along really well lately and I've had some time to work more on the Christmas sweater. (No, Kelly not the Wild Wil sweater for Dane! Then there would be blisters on my own eyeballs.) It's turning out very very cool. I'll have to post a picture of it when it's done. It's a pretty elaborate fair-isle, which, for those of you who don't live for knitting like I seem to lately, means it has color patterns (zigzags, flowers, diamonds, etc.) worked through it from side to side. That doesn't help you, does it?
Anyway, just suffice it to say I'm keeping busy -- with that and with work (as soon as I'm done here, that is. ) Today I have to draw weiner dogs.
Yesterday Dane rear-ended a car on the way to work. He's fine. The car's fine. Just more money to pay, no big deal. >:(
The girls at work are now teasing him that somebody's put him under some voodoo curse. I don't usually believe in that crap but I think I'm starting to.
Well, his eye is almost better and now he's hurt his ankle. We're not sure what's wrong with it exactly, but he fell at work and it looks like he's got a golf ball in there now. So Romy's been fighting another monster ear infection and Dane's hobbling around on crutches, sleeping more than he's awake because of the pain pills. So here I am at work with a creepy feeling like I left Polly in charge...
At least she'll fold the laundry for me. :)
Other than that things are really great. (sarcasm) Actually they are pretty OK, but it's hard to get past the other crap. Last night is the first sleep I've gotten in the past three nights, and every time I sit down somebody needs something. And today I'm at work but I have to drive all the way back home two separate times to try to get Romy to kindergarten (if she's well enough) since Dane can't drive a car yet and his is still sitting up at work waiting for him.
I'm complaining a lot today. I'm sorry. I'm venting because I'm tired and cranky.
So now I'm trying really hard to think of something positive to say. Oh, I started my Christmas sweater -- that's a happy thing. My mom gave me a JoAnn gift card for Christmas so I braved the after-Christmas sale and got a bunch of cute yarn to make a sweater. So when I say Christmas sweater I mean sweater-made-from-yarn-I-got-for-Christmas and not some scary intarsia with reindeer and Christmas balls.
Well, it was better than the complaining, but I'm not sure insulting people who wear Christmas sweaters counts as being exactly "positive." Best I can do right now, though. :)
I've been terrible about writing lately. The holidays really kicked my ass this year for some reason. But we've survived and I suppose it's time to get back to normal life.
Dane's been working crazy long hours and is getting the seasonal blahs again. Last week he had two days in a row of 15-hour shifts and had to deal with both with one of his weird eye infections. He actually gets eyeball blisters. Yeah, I know, ewwwwwww. Poor guy. So he's on antibiotics, three different ones, is working like a dog and is still getting over his mega-flu from Christmas. So basically, if you run into Dane, he needs a hug.
On a happier note Romy's still setting the educational world on fire. We had our first official parent-teacher conference last Thursday and the teacher had nothing but rave reviews for me. She told me she's had gifted students before but has never seen a kid like Romy. They did a test of basic kindergarten skills and most kids get somewhere around 300 or 400, and my little girl scored over 900 in every single category. So she's a genius. So after the meeting we drove down to Susie's house to pick up Polly. I was smiling so much I could barely drive. Romy was happy, too, the teacher gave her a gumball. So right at the peak of my pride a little voice from the backseat says "mom, my gum's stuck in my hair." She had the thing less than 15 minutes and stuck it in her hair so bad we had to cut it out with scissors. She's so funny. Such a genius in every way but practical things. The best part, though, is it's actually my fault cause we had this big discussion about Violet Beauregarde from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." I brought it up even. I actually said the phrase "sticking her gum behind her ear" and thought nothing of it. I may as well have pulled the car over and rammed the gum into her hair myself. So I guess we all have things to work on. Even geniuses need to learn the little things -- not sticking gum into hair, opening doorknobs, snapping one's own pants... Someday. :)
And as for Polly, she's still resisting my potty-training efforts. I even broke down and bought one of those little sticker charts with the toilets all over it. She couldn't care less about that thing if she tried. She just wants the stickers from it. But then we're back where we were with the whole chocolate thing. She uses peeing as currency. If she wanted chocolate she'd go in the bathroom and squeeze out a few drops so she could have candy. It was weird. It's like she can go any time she wants to but would be perfectly happy to wear diapers anyway. Any ideas? I'm all out.
So then there's me. I'm good. Nothing really going on for me. A guy I work with has volunteered for my crappy teacher-training project, which would leave me free to color fun pictures for learning activities. I should be thrilled but it's sort of unsettling to hand a project over to someone else. That's been my job security for the past three or four months. I was able to sleep nights because of that piece-of-crap nightmare of a project. So basically I'm trying to be happy that I got what I wanted. I'm not good at that maybe but I'm trying.
OK, so now you're caught up. Probably more caught up than you wanted to be, actually. That's how I run, though, feast or famine, and yeah, the famine is OVER!!! :)
