August 25, 2008

OMG I'm writing!

I'm actually writing. I can't believe it. I'm actually sitting down, writing, and letting things flow. I do keep stopping to check things, but for the most part I'm just letting it flow. I don't know how long it will last, but for now I'M WRITING!!!

August 14, 2008

Sons of Silence

I read an article in Ladie's Home Journal this morning about a mother whose sons tend not to give more than one syllable answers when asked about something. Her family mirrors my own in that she has 2 older sons and a younger daughter and none of mine give much information either. If I want to know something about them I have to either force them to tell me by locking them in the car with me so they can't get away or ask their friends. Why is it that teenagers think they know everything when in fact they haven't a clue about anything? I don't remember being that way, but then that was a long time ago and I do tend to block out parts of my childhood that I don't care to

Now that my oldest is over the teenage years he is beginning to open up and talk to me more, but I'm still waiting on the two youngest to hit that peak. I look forward to hearing all the things they have going on in their lives; something I don't get near enough of now.

August 12, 2008


I wouldn't consider myself fat, but since I turned 35 my body has started doing some weird things. I've put on about 20 extra pounds in places I don't like and though I used to walk pretty much anywhere I went, I now can't seem to make myself move. So I've decided to go on a diet; but not just any diet., a diet of my own making.

It's not a drastic change, just cutting back on what I eat and exercising more. But I think it will help alot. Although this first couple of days have been terrible. I want chocolate!!! But the outcome will be a better me so I'm going to stick with it.

August 11, 2008

Early Mornings and Grumpy Kids

Well, it's officially here. School started today with early morning wake up calls and grumpy kids. My two were in fine form this morning. I woke up early because I've decided to try walking early in the mornings before it gets too hot and it was actually very nice. But after my walk it's time to wake the kids for school. My daughter gets up and gets in the shower while my son calls to make sure he'll have a ride since he goes an hour later than she does. I jumped in the shower and had a quick wash and when I got out I heard yelling from the other end of the house. Apparently DS's ride bailed on him and he'll have to leave when we do this morning. DD was in the shower barely 8 minutes and he's banging on the door for her to get out so he can get in (he's definitely not a morning person). I calmed them down and got them ready to go and everyone even got to school a bit early. Now I'm at work hoping already for a nap at lunchtime. The school year has officially begun.

August 02, 2008

It's Finally Happened; I've Gone Nuts

Either I'm senile or just plain crazy.

I took 2 teenagers to the mall to shop for back to school clothes. That was my first mistake. And apparently not paying attention to where I parked the car was my second. We got our shopping done and stopped at the food court for lunch. No problems all day, we got along with no arguing or pestering or crying; at least until I realized how much I spent. lol

Then we left from the same door we entered and couldn't find our car. We searched for 30 minutes, all 3 of us going up and down each aisle at least 3 times each. It was funny when I first realized I couldn't remember where I parked. Then it just got old. I knew I had parked there. I drove in one aisle, turned down another and parked on the right hand side. But now my car was not where I left it.

So, I went back inside the mall to alert security. They were very nice, asked what kind of car it was, then one of them went to look for it. Another put the kids and me in a car and drove us around to see if we could spot it. I was very frustrated by then. We stopped on one aisle to wait for some people to back out and others to pull in (it was really packed). My daughter piped up from the back seat "Mom, can I get out and see if that's our car?" Of course I proceded to tell her that could not be our car because I did not park anywhere near there. The security guard rolled down the window and I hit the panic button just to show them it was not my car.

And guess what happened? The alarm went off. I had parked my car 3 aisles away from where the kids and I were looking for it. Yep, I have definitely lost it.

August 01, 2008

You'd think I'd blog once in awhile about all the different people I see here at work. But I guess my funny bone just hasn't kicked in yet. This writing thing, while not exactly new, is still a little daunting. I want to be funny, but I haven't quite got the hang of it yet. But let me try and tell you a bit about some of the characters I see every day.

We have one customer who comes in every month to pay his bill who dresses a little out of the norm. He's an older man, somewhere in his 70s. He always wears the same thing; a faded light blue button up shirt and a pair of faded blue pants (the kind my grandfather used to wear). Now, you know that when a woman dresses she has to match her shoes to her handbag, right? Well, this gentleman doesn't carry a handbag, but he does match his shoes to his outfit. A nice pair of blue pumps. I kid you not. The first time he came in we didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Until he started to walk out after his payment was made. We heard this nice little clip, clip, clip as he walked out. None of us could believe it. We determined to get a picture next time, but we're always too late or too busy. Maybe next time.

We have another guy who comes in who's just a bit OCD. And my partner gets creeped out by him because there is obviously something serious going on in his pants. There's a large object (we have no idea what it could possibly be) down the length of his leg. His hand is usually in his pocket on that side and he pulls out wet money. It's a bit gross. The OCD part comes after he's made his payment. He has to count the change several times both in his hand and by laying it down on the counter, then picking it up again. After he leaves he always goes to the paper boxes outside and open/closes them one at a time until he's satisfied that they're all the same. He then gets in his car and places his receipt on the dash, takes it off, replaces it several times, before he leaves the parking lot. Very strange guy.

These are just a couple of examples. There are many others, not to mention the ones I encountered while riding the bus this past winter when my car broke down. Let me just say that long brown fur coats and purple suede shoes were seen more than once.