Monday, January 24, 2011

Kids say the strangest things

I would never want to end up on STFUParents as one of those who goes on and on about her children.  I love my kids with all my heart, but I also realize that they are completely separate entities from myself.  My life does not revolve around them and only them.  I will mention them on Facebook, but would never post potty pictures, announce the coming of my daughter's period, or any of the other over shares that appear day after day.  However, I did have to just write about some of the things my son says, because, well, they're a little off-putting:

"Mom, when I die, bury me with my pillow" (rather than a security blanket, he drags around an old pillow
"I can't wait to go to heaven"
"When I'm up in heaven, I'm going to create a rainbow rat because that will make every one happy."

These aren't every day discussions but they come up more than I would have ever expected.  He's not sick at all.  I can't remember any other kids saying things like that to me.  Just strange enough to mention.

Oh goody - more snow.  enough already!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

What the hell did I do this year?

I went into this year with one goal - pay off my astronomical credit card debt - lots of it was due to car repairs, and a lot of surgery for a dog who didn't survive, plus there were a few weeks where I just didn't have the $ for groceries  - but there were also shoe sprees and some clothes trips as well - I admit.  However, I had 8 credit cards with varying balances, and I knew I could make a difference.  The goal went beyond just paying down the debt.  I work a bunch of different jobs, but there is one that I absolutely hate with a passion and I wanted to be financially fit enough to quit it.

uh - now I owe $4,000 MORE than last year.  I'm down to 3 credit cards - the 3 lowest interest rated ones, but what the hell did I do???  I was irresponsible and stupid I guess.  Once again, we had car repairs and couldn't make ends meet (how does that happen - haven't I learned - oh yea, I was spending $1,000 a month to pay credit cards, then ended up having to charge to make ends meet and then there was interest, and then I loaned my brother money.  stupid stupid stupid!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Church and stuff

So, I was born and raised Catholic, and overall it's a messy situation in my mind.  I love mass - the ritual of it all. However, I'm deeply in disagrement with the beliefs of the church.  I don't agree with the church's teaching on birth control for starters.  I cannot handle more than 2 children - I hated being pregnant and was not the best mother to a new born.  The thought of just breeding out baby after baby is horrifying.  It wouldn't be fair to those babies, I wouldn't be much of a mom if I had 6-10 kids hopping around.  I'm tired and broke with 2 - but we're in a great neighborhood and a good school system.  I don't think I could work unless it was 3rd shift if I had a huge brood - couldn't afford childcare.  We certainly couldn't be where we are financially with all those kids (not that we're in a "good" place but still).

I also strongly disagree with thoughts on women being priests (why not?  stupid sexist pigs!) and I cannot condemn homosexuals - you love who  you love, bullshit that it's a sin.

so back to the point of enjoying mass.  I do like coming in, sitting through a reading, praying etc.  At least at the right church.  I grew up going to the neighborhood church - cathedral style, long center aisle, pews on either side.  You came in and there was some singing (the folk group was big in the 80's, now it's an organist who sings).  The singing however, was just an accompaniment to the ceremony.  The focus was on the readings and the rituals again, not on whomever was singing, and not on the priest himself.  He'd give a short simple homily that drove the point home and that was it.

So here's the church my husband goes to (it's our parish, where my kids go to religious education classes - i'm not crazy enough to shell out money to send them to Catholic school to become little bigots).  It's got the more modern shape. I can't describe it but there are 4 sections of really long pews.  You either get there early and sit on the end, then have to move down when people show up late - or you have to climb over people who are on the ends to get to where you want to be - sometimes as many as 10-12 people.  I just hate that seating arrangement, it's uncomfortable and unpractical in my opinion.  My biggest challenge with this church is 2 fold - one is only on occasion, the other issue is the singing.  There's a "choirmaster" or whatever he calls himself.  He leads the singing at every mass, runs the choir, and you can tell he's really pleased with himself.  He will announce that a song is just so short "and I know you want to hear more, so we'll sing each verse twice!" and stuff like that.  I cannot stand it - it's like he thinks the mass is all about him and his singing and it ruins it for me.  I cringe at the sound of his voice.  Also, some of the priests at this church wander around during the homily - I prefer my religious authority figures up on the alter and away from me, but they travel the aisles, asking questions of the parishioners, another cringe worthy experience.

As a not really great Catholic, should I even have a right to complain?  Is it ok to just skip mass when I can't get to the church that I went to as a child?  I am conflicted, knowing that I should not let these things bug me, but if this was the place I was raised in, I'd never go back.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Getting back in the habbit

So 6 months later, I'm back.  I don't think anyone actually reads this blog, and that's totally ok.  I use it as my chance to just say what's on my mind.

I met up with a bunch of friends from high school for brunch today.  I've known a few of them for 30 years or so now, and some just since high school (21 or so years).  I have been very close with them all, but we've gone our separate ways, and are just so different.  It was nice to see everyone, but the conversations were not exactly connected, and we all are so , yeah.  Finally after 1 1/2 hour, the girl who is pregnant for the first time mentioned again that she'd rather have a scheduled c-section so that her "who-ha doesn't blow out all over the wall."  Totally get that, as I'm opposed to shooting any organs out onto the wall, particularly my who-ha.  I'm also the least "natural" mom I know - I ended up with a c-section with my first, and chose a c-section with my second.  And, *gasp* I DID NOT BREASTFEED - ever.  I wanted to enjoy being a mom, not be chained to a hungry bitting baby day in and day out.  Anyhow, some of the other girls jumped in with c-sections are bad, think of the baby, going natural isn't bad, and I realized... I'm just so past this.  My kids have been independent (as much as a 6 and 8 year old can be) for so long, that the whole childbirth debate is just something I don't care about any more.  I excused myself and came home and I don't regret it at all.  Even a few years ago, I would have worried that the others would be talking about me and judging my birthing skills or whatever, but now I don't care.  They're all great women, but they're not the ones who determine if I'm happy with me today - that's up to me.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Interesting day

*Locked myself out of the house...twice

*Had this conversation with my healthy 6 year old son:  Liam:  "I love my pillow" Me:  "that's nice" Liam:  "mom, when you bury me, put my pillow with me."  Me:  "uh, don't think I'll be burrying you" Liam: "ok, well tell the people that do bury me to put my pillow with me."  Hope this isn't freaky foreshadowing.

*Picked up the cremains of my parent's cat (they're in Ireland, of course the cat died on my watch - Monday the 17th).  Nice card attached to the package in memory of Sabina - "creamated May 12, 2010" - I doubt she would have liked that, she was alive and grumpy on the 12th.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Scared of change?

I had a second interview today - and midway through I was offered the job and I immediately accepted.  The job would actually invovle using my degree, and would be working in a field I love.  However, I am absolutely sickly scared to do this and I can't quite put my finger on why.  I feel as bad as I have when someone close to me has died.

At this point, I'm not quitting my management job at my current company - it's part time and I can work from home, it pays ok, but I HATE it.  Basically taking on this job means I'll be working more since the new job's pay is very, very, very low.  I worry about not getting the house clean, or not having enough time with the kids or the dog, but my reaction is still so extreme. 

I wish I could figure out why I'm so upset.  I start next Tuesday, so I hope to be feeling better about things before that!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Waste of Good Ambien

I horade my ambien and only use them when I desperately need a good nights sleep and doubt I'll get it naturally or with the help of Melatonin.  Last night was one of those nights.  I'd loaded up on coffee and tea to stay alert for Lost.  Let's face it, it's not like it helped, my head still felt like I'd been tossed around the room for the last 20 minutes of the show.  Serriously, what is going on?
Anyhow, I took the Ambien and read myself to sleep - deep uninterupted sleep despite any noises from Tom or the dog.  My blissfull rest was destroyed at 4 something this morning by the dumb cat meowing to get into the room.  She had been staying in the room all night, but now doesn't want to - yet howls in the hallway to be let in when it's convenient for her.  I locked her skinny ass in the basement and tried to get back to sleep - but that just didn't work so well.   The thing is, I'm a  cat person, I much prefer them to dogs, but they're both driving me crazy lately.  Judy howls so loudly constantly, and Savannah is too neurotic for her own good.

Ok, enough of the crazy cat lady rant.  Time to get the kids up and start the day.