Saturday, October 18, 2008

A Week in My Life, Fall Edition, Day 1

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Football season is almost over!!! After today's game, we have 3 more practices, 1 more game and possibly a Turkey Bowl, but that's it!!! Can you tell I'm excited? It's not that I don't like football, and Bubba absolutely loves it, but it is so time consuming as a parent and I feel like I'm living out of my truck.

This morning, I officially became a Snow Widow again. This happens every winter; anything that has to do remotely with snow sends Dobber to work and leaves me a single mom. Today it was readying snow plows for the impending winter. He left the house sometime around 5ish this morning; the only way that I was even remotely aware that he was gone was the addition of Willow, our German Shepherd, and Noodle. Apparently, they are both aware of the season, and with Dad gone, they *think* they are supposed to keep me company.

I got up around 8ish, not by choice, but Willow and Buffy (the other dog) needed to be put out in the pen and the kids were demanding breakfast. Bubba fixed himself a big bowl of Lucky Charms, which quickly induced a meltdown on Noodle's part. She was so upset that he used all the milk (which he hadn't) and just knew this meant that she wasn't going to get breakfast. Bear in mind that she rarely ever eats her cereal with milk, she just felt the need to be like her brother. After I fixed her cup of cereal ... a cup because she refuses to eat cereal out of a bowl like a normal person ... the tantrum subsided.

I took the time to get the ham, chicken and sausage out of the freezer for tomorrow's jambalya, breaking a nail in the process, quickly made a grocery list, put the dogs out back, run next door to the in-law's and put their dog out, got myself somewhat presentable for the coming day and then wrestled Noodle into her tights and leotard for ballet, all the while dealing with the whiny 10-year-old complaining that he didn't want to go to dance, that his knee hurt from ankle tackles at football practice last night, and that he absolutely despised having to sit through the hell that was anything his sister is interested in. I bribed him with promises of Starbucks to shut him up!

I was able to get my posse out the door just after 9 and made the trek to the local Starbucks. Normally only a short 5 minute drive, I got stuck behind MomMom in town and it took us twice as long to get there. I so cannot wait for our stand alone drive through Starbucks to open ... this will just make my life so much less complicated in so many unimaginable ways! I waited in line for 35 minutes to get my latte and a hot chocolate for Bubba. 35 MINUTES!!! For the love of God, its only coffee! How difficult can this possibly be?!?!?!? I did feel bad for the barista, she had a line out the door of the Safeway and the employee scheduled for 8 AM hadn't shown up, so she was on her own. I made sure to be overly nice and grateful and even dropped a extra $5 in the tip cup.

Ballet was uneventful. Our friends L & J were there with their 2 beautiful daughters, J1 and J2. J1 is Noodle's best friend and they are just way too cute together. I was able to get in some much needed adult conversation before we were able to preview their act for the upcoming dance exhibition. After dance, it was off to C-ville to go to the Walgreens for a new knee brace for Bubba, a stop at McDonald's and then back home. The good news is that Dobber didn't have to work nearly as long as he thought, so I don't have to drag both kidlets to my nail appointment!

I get to my nail appointment, my first time at this particular salon, and I instantly fall in love with this place. It came very highly recommended; a good friend of mine owns it! It was just a wonderful experience and most definitely the best mani I've ever had! C even fixed the nail I broke this morning and you can't even tell!!!

The only problem I had while at the salon was the phone call from home: "Mama, I can't find my game pants, we've looked everywhere and they aren't here." I get home and they are STILL lost. We search the entire house ... and by we, I mean me ... and can't find them. So now Bubba is crying since he "just knows that he won't be able to go to his game," I get fed up and send him to his room. Lo and behold, the elusive, gold game pants are on his bed. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

On the way to his football game, a 45 minute drive from home, we stop at the Verizon store and return the beautiful cell phone case that I fell in love with last week. I didn't fit ... almost, but, as we all know, almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades! I was able to find another case from a similar designer that suited my needs and my tastes, so off we went. I got slightly lost in C-ton trying to find a convenience store, but we found our way and made it to the field right on time.

I feel that I should add that to some extent, I do enjoy Bubba's football. I love seeing him out there on the field, knowing how much he loves it and how he just enjoys playing. I've also managed, despite the fact that the vast majority of the parents in our league hate me, to make a few good friends, and I was able to see some of them. Noodle also enjoys herself at the games and practices; she's made good friends with some siblings of her brother's friends and loves being able to run and shout and just generally do things that aren't necessarily permitted at home!

We lost again ... we've only won 1 game this year. Again, the boys played great in the second half, but it just didn't make up for the 3 touchdowns the other team scored during the first. Coach D even asked the boys after the game what he could do to make them play well during the first half; one of the kids suggested yelling at them more. Coach D told them he couldn't do that cause he cussed too much and would be ejected from the game. LOL I really don't care for the guy, but sometimes I think we have so much in common!

After the game, we went to Friendly's for dinner. Dinner was good. MV called me right before we got there and told me his grandfather had passed suddenly the night before. I know his mom is really upset, and I wish there was something I could do. As I always do when death comes around, I got emotional, but I was able to save face with MV and take it out on Dobber later in our meal!

At one point, he made this absurd comment to me: "I don't know why you're so tired, I was the one who had to get up at 5:30 this morning and work all day." So, it was at this point that I reminded him that a) he didn't work all day, he only worked until 11ish, and that he didn't actually do a whole lot of actual work when he got there and b) I do it every damn day! He rolled his eyes. Seriously. I could have reached across the table and smacked the hell out of him! Apparently, he doesn't think that I should be nearly as exhausted as I am on a daily basis, you know, because I don't do anything.

It was at this point that Bubba came to my defense, telling him, "I'd like to see you do everything that Mama does. I bet you wouldn't last a whole week." Go Bubba!!! I told Dobber this week, I'm going to sleep in, waking only in time to get a shower and leave for work, he can up at 5 AM, get both kids up and dressed, fed, ready for school, lunches and snacks packed and off to his mother's house, all the while, trying to get himself a shower and get ready, and yelling at me to get my sorry butt out of bed so I'm not late for work. And still manage to stop for a cup of coffee and make it to the office on time. Work all day, rush home to get 2 fussy children ready for whatever activity that particular night holds, feed them, help them with homework, get them where they need to be by yourself, deal with the other child while there, they're undoubtedly whiny and just generally unhappy to be there, and get them bathed and to bed at a decent time. Oh, and don't forget to do your homework ... you have an exam coming up! He can barely make it to his office on time on a daily basis and all he does in the morning is get up, get dressed, get in his truck and leave! Uuuuggggghhhhhhhhh!!! Men! He drives me absolutely crazy.

The ride home was uneventful, both kidlets fell asleep after the obilgatory in-the-truck arguing, and we had a very neutral conversation about a friends upcoming surgery. At least we agree on that! LOL I was able to read another chapter in my novel tonight before I passed out sometime around midnight! I so want to finish that book!

And, I'm so glad I don't do anything all day long!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

So Where Is This Coming From Anyway?

My mind has begun to wonder where my inspiration for all of this is coming from. I've put a lot of thought into this (read: I've been sitting here at my desk with nothing else to do today other than evaluate my position in life) and it all goes back to this poem I found eons ago. I believe I originally saw it in one of those horribly long emails I tend to get, you know, the ones with about a gazillion forwards in it! But for whatever reason, this keeps popping up in front of me.

Originally attributed to Maya Angelou, this is not her work. It is, in fact, the work of Pamela Redmond Satran and originally appeared in Glamour Magazine in May 1997. Snopes cracked this mystery and you can read it here: Maya Angelou has also disclaimed authorship on her website here:; scroll down the page, it's in red!

So here it is, and I do find the original title humorously appropriate, given the nature of my blog!

30 Things Every Woman Should Have and Should Know By the Time She's 30

Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to

Something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour

A youth she's content to leave behind

A past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age

A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra

One friend who always makes her laugh and one who lets her cry

A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family

Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored

A feeling of control over her destiny

How to fall in love without losing herself

How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship

When to try harder and when to walk away

That she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents

That he childhood may not have been perfect but it's over

What she would or wouldn't do for love or more

How to live alone even if she doesn't like it

Whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally

Where to go, be it to her best friend's kitchen table or a charming inn in the woods, when her soul needs soothing

What she can and can't accomplish in a day, a month, and a year

So, this is my jumping off point, and I plan on coming back to this frequently as I feel that my "issues" can mostly be correlated closely with at least one of these items. That's not to say that I feel this is an all-inclusive list by any means, but I can really relate to most of it!

KD :)

This Blog Thingy!

Ok, here goes my first official blogging attempt! I'll start with a little about me and why I'm doing this whole blog thingy!

I'm KD, I'm married to the love of my life, Dobber, who drives me absolutely crazy, and I have two wonderful, smart, funny, and sometimes slightly annoying children. My son, Bubba, is 10 and my daughter, Noodle, is 4. They are complete opposites, and they really do love each other, although at times they clash so badly that the hubby refers to them as fire and gasoline. Despite all this, they really do compliment each other! We are very blessed that we have a wonderful support system, both near and far, in our family and friends.

I work full time at a job. That's all it is. I'm not crazy about it, but I like what I do and I love (some) of the people that I work with. I can honestly say that these people have brought out so many qualities in me that was never able to see or that I was simply avoiding for one reason or another, they are super supportive and I have truly made some awesome, lifelong friends! I'd be lost without them ... LK, DC and JC ... they are my sanity! I also attend college full time, one segment of my changing life, which I'll get to here in a little bit. In my spare time, I am a chauffeur, running Bubba to football 4 days a week and Noodle to dance and gymnastics 3 days ... 4 + 3 = 7, stick a fork in me, I'm done!

The most important thing in the world to me is my family ... all of them, even the ones that drive me crazy. My children and husband come first, no matter what, and our family time together is what keeps me going. We really do enjoy doing things as a family, and more often than not (you know, in all that free time we don't have!) you'll find us camping, at the beach, camping at the beach, at a Civil War battlefield (thank you, Dobber!), fourwheeling or playing Frisbee golf. We try board games every once in awhile, but that normally involves someone storming out of the room in tears. That someone is typically me!

This "about me" thing always gets me, so in order to preserve the few brain cells I have allotted for today, I'm cutting and pasting the following from my Myspace page, as I did actually put some thought into it, and I feel that it sums me up fairly well:

I'm a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mama and a friend. The most important thing in the world to me is my family. My friends are a part of my family. I don't like to disappoint people. I can't stand confrontation. I'm a princess! I love firetrucks, I have since I was little. I like that they represent: people helping people. But, I don't like what they mean when I see them tearin' down the road. I'm scared to death of snakes. I'm even more scared of losing the ones I love. I can't stand drama, although I seem to attract it, and have been known, on occasion, to create it ... just ask Dobber! I love peanut butter! And Snickers! I could go camping in the mountains every weekend. I'm addicted to coffee. I've been really sick. But I'm getting better. I don't like being sick! I'm afraid of car accidents. Dobber's driving scares the hell outta me! I'm learning that you can not judge people. Period. I LOVE TATTOOS!!! I'm always learning something. I've learned that your friends can sometimes let you down and hurt you. But it's ok. They will come back and give you a hug and a kiss and tell you they're sorry if they are true friends. I've learned that if they don't, they don't deserve me. I love Chincoteague! I'm pretty outgoing. But, I'm also a little shy. I must have music at all times! I'm an honest person. Except sometimes I fib to my kids. But it's only to protect them. I don't like being lied to. I've learned that God does answer you're prayers. Even if it takes longer than you think it should. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. This doesn't mean that I have to like it though. I'm trying really hard to accept the things that happen. And not question them. It's hard. I'm pretty sure I can do it! The best thing in the world is when my kids look at me and say "I love you, Mama!" My kids are two of the smartest people I know. I really do like my job. Most days. I tend to have very strong opinions. About everything. But I try to always be open to new ideas. I have a temper. I'm working on that. Slowly. Things that are beyond my control frustrate me. Not that I could change them, but still. I love Mossy Oak! And my truck. But I want a bigger one! My Griz rocks! I love NASCAR. Especially when I'm there! I love the dirt track even more ... go Big O ... the girlz love Madness!!! We are friends of Madness, and no, it's not a charity! I'm proud to be an American! I like pink. But I'm not a girly girl. I think that's about it. Oh wait, no. I forgot. People know me! LOL

I should also add that I'm extremely intrigued by the paranormal, people in general (I heart people watching!), and I have an extreme desire for answers to questions I don't know.

So, why am I now blogging? It's a matter of accountability; if others know what I am trying to do, I am more likely to complete a task. I seem to have a real lack of follow through. It's not that I'm lazy, unmotivated or a quitter, but I am very easily distracted (oooohhh ... shiny things!!! LOL) and that, combined with my serious habit of procrastination, can quickly lead me off course. I also have many interests, some may say too many, and although my passions are always the same, my degree of interest in them varies from time to time, often getting me off track.

Why do I feel the need for this accountability? In almost 4 months, I'm going to be 30 years old ... this benchmark in my life has kind of snuck up on me. I'm not upset about this milestone by any means, but in a way it scares me. I've realized that there are a lot of things that I want to do, things that I want to achieve, and, well, I'm just not getting any younger! I've also learned that I really don't love myself. Sure, I like a lot of things about me, and I love the extensions of me (Dobber, Bubba and Noodle), but I have some things that need to be changed so that I can honestly say that I love me. I'm pretty happy with who I am, with what I have and what I've already accomplished, but all in all, I need to love myself above all else before I feel that I will be truly, completely happy.

All that, and, well, I can't afford therapy! The blog however, is free! I'm hoping that it will help preserve what little sanity I still possess and reduce the number of headaches my whining and complaining cause my hubby!

Make sense? See ... this is what it's like in my head! LOL

KD :)