January 2006
Tuesday,
Got up at
Drank coffee in 3-second intervals 'cause one of
the cats was having a puke-fest and the game was for me to find it before
anyone steps in it.
Had to drag the dog outside for a pee (he's
afraid of the rain) but I couldn't find any appropriate shoes so stood out
there (in the rain) with white ankle socks and high-heeled dress shoes until
the dog "performed".
Remade one of the lunches 'cause while I was
outside with the dog one of the cats stole Gabe's
lunch sandwich (I'm sure I'll find the remains of that within the week).
Got ready for my "relaxing time" in
front of the computer (since I'd gotten up so early, surely I deserved some
DOWN time) but instead found ants all over the keyboard and computer desk so
spent 20 minutes removing everything from there and wiping it down then
explaining to them that rain or no rain, this is MY house not theirs.
But the spray I used on the ants made me sneeze
and my sneeze scared the cats and when the cats get scared they jump up in any
direction, and apparently one of them wasn't too graceful and in his panic to
escape my sneeze he knocked over a box of beads and jewelry.
I had to leave that mess for later 'cause it was
getting to be time to get the kids up.
Oh great, they both suddenly REMEMBERED they
both have homework due today.
It was agreed that I'd do Monica's typing if
she'd do the recycling 'cause I type faster than she does and I could already
hear the garbage truck on the next street over.
Then Gabe couldn't get his pen to work, but it
HAD to be THAT pen 'cause that's what he started his homework with and he'd get
a lower grade if he switched pens in the middle (sometimes I feel I should get
confirmation of the stories I hear).
So I showed Gabe how to disassemble the pen and
tap it to get the ink going, and then he cried 'cause when he went to
re-assemble the pen he couldn't find one of the pieces and admitted he was
using his sister's pen when she had specifically forbade him and now she was
going to kill him.
Before I could come up with a wise and
comforting response, I remembered I'm suppose to feed these kids before school
so I alternated the appliances between the one electric socket they all share,
reminding Gabe that if he got syrup on my beads
Then I realized I'd better not leave the house
without eating something myself, so I opened a can of tuna and grabbed a
plastic fork.
Dang we were supposed to leave 10 mins ago and NO
But while I'm in the bathroom I notice that the
bottom of the bathtub is black which reminded me what I was supposed to
remember last night, which was that I was supposed to clean the tub after it
drained after my shower 'cause I dyed my hair but the tub takes 60 minutes to
drain and I guess for some BIZARRE reason I got sidetracked last night (can you
imagine??? Me, getting sidetracked?) so I'll try to remember to get some bleach on the way home so
I can y'know... return the bathtub to it's normal
color... sigh...
I continued combing my hair and doing my best to
make sure the hairs falling copiously out of my head land closer to the garbage
than to my can of tuna...
Somehow we make it into the truck with only 3
return trips into the house for things the kids forgot.
I back down the driveway and Gabe says,
"Blackie was under our tires."
Luckily, I see that the feral is faster at
avoiding being run over than Gabe is at telling me about cats under my car and
scooted out of the way; I reminded Gabe to next time tell me BEFORE I back down
the driveway.
"You both got your gym clothes?" I
ask, but the words were barely out of my mouth before I reprimanded myself for
asking. After all, was I willing to go back? No. Then why even ask? Why set
myself up for the grief…er, I mean knowledge that my
kids were going to get a P.E. cut for not having their gym clothes today. I
mean, it's not like they had two weeks to think about what they'd need to take
to school with them on January 3rd. Oh wait… that's precisely what it's like. D'oh!
Mon thinks she doesn't have her shorts with her.
Crap!
But wait, Gabe has an extra pair in his
backpack. "You don't mind if they're dirty, do you?"
Mon responds, "Of course not."
I'm wondering if I get a vote in that.
Halfway to school Gabe does his usual, "Oh
shoot!" (The definition for that is: I think I forgot something really
important that I'll need today at school.)
He then spends the rest of the 15-minute drive
taking EVERYTHING out of his backpack (which seems at this point like the
bottomless pit of scribbled-on scraps of paper).
He finds "it"… whatever "it"
was… a few seconds after pulling into the school driveway. "Mom, you
needed to sign this before winter break," he says while handing me a pen.
He then asks how I can sign my name while
staring straight at him.
Kissy kissy and reminders of tonight's schedule.
Now it's just me and my truck, heading to the
office.
And people wonder why I sometimes LIKE to go to
work.
Monday,
Wow look at that? (Not the picture, the date!)
There went January... and was I here to see it go? Hmph! Marginally.
Let's see... what's the news?
Beady-wise... I have a ton of beads
and I want to find time to create!
I started making some bangles this weekend...
and I LOVE THEM... here's a sample...
They're not threaded on wire; they're on very
heavy gage sterling wire, so they aren't pliable like most people are used to.
BTW, the one-cent sales are still going on over in my eBay auctions.
And, if I get a lunch hour today, I'll be
listing about 10 or more
Tonight at hockey, I'll take my jewelry gear,
but I think it's all fix fix
fix and resizing.
Tuesday evening I can work on stuff 'cause no
tennis... yay!
All I have to do is think ahead and plan the
meals... meals are a PITA (no pun intended).
I guess it's time to prioritize again... I got
so many tasks that need doing, but they all seem important... unfortunately,
not all of them are fun. Sorting beads is fun. Sorting paperwork is not fun.
Today is my sister's birthday... I don't think I
have her email address... otherwise I'd drop her a
note at least.
We have to plan Moni's
birthday... trying to find a date that works for everyone... we're going to
make art dolls, like ones we've made in the past...
Oh, after Mon's game in
I wish I had a sponsor. Ha ha
ha! I told them I couldn't afford her traveling fees
for the Nationals team. (Truthfully, I probably also couldn't afford even the
summer team, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. She's good and I
don't want money to hold her back.)
I'm going to try to update my NYR page on the
Woman Resource later today.
One of my favorites! Bear and little
Let's see... on the beady front, I showed Becca's necklace to some of the hockey moms... and let's
just say I guess I'll be including some "simple" designs in my repetoire from now on.
I got some beads in the mail this morning, one
being a set from a friend who THINKS she's rather new to lampworking... and
okay, I didn't inspect them with a loupe yet (ha!), but at first glance I'm
astounded. First... do you know how hard it is to find lampworkers
who make small beads?!
I do, however, remember the first time I got
some tiny beads and the shock I felt... but over the years I've come to
appreciate and want (occasionally) smaller lampwork
beads.
So I'm thrilled... I get to add a new lampwork artist to my list of favorite bead makers.
Didn't work on anything (that I can remember)
last night after hockey. I think I cleaned off my work space, though... or... I
thought I did... didn't look too much cleaner this morning. Hmph!
I'm very happy with the person I hired to help
me with my business.
I'm also about to launch some limited edition
designs... whoohoo!
On the non-beady front, feel free to check out
the Woman Resource... it's a hard site to describe in a small amount of time,
but I'm not feeling too terribly energetic at the moment (maybe I caught Gabe's cold... blah!), so I'm only giving the link at the
moment.