too bad i can't just go to tiffany's. and if you get that pop culture reference, you R-O-C-K rock!
so what is up with today? ugh with a side of argh. didn't really start out so bad. alvin didn't come today, so it was just elmo, animal and the diva. elmo was her usual angelic self. might have just been the insanity talking, but i get the bright freaking idea to take them to a gymnasium where they have "open gym" for kids. tumbling mats, all kinds of cool shit. fun, right? yeah. remind me not to do that shit again with animal. remember animal? suicidal with no sense of self preservation? i wasn't kidding. everything she could try to jump off of, she did. which was fine- except every place she wanted to jump off of just so happened to have a concrete floor. does she want to jump onto the mats? hell no. why? off the side of the trampoline? sure! off the stepstool to the water fountain? why the hell not! and this place is strict. you have to be with your kids at all times. uh huh. to quote one of my favorite doctors, all i wanted was "to clone myself and a year's supply of adderol".
does it end there? of course not! time to leave. elmo holds the diva's hand, who holds mine. i'm holding animal's hand in my other hand. WHOOSH! off she goes, breaking my hold straight into the parking lot, damn near gets hit. her dad says they haven't really worked with her on staying with them in public. i'm guessing this lesson will be coming up soon!
drive the 40 min drive back home, and animal and elmo fall asleep- for the last ten minutes. elmo goes straight back to sleep. animal doesn't. at all. she's very tired, and has slept 10 minutes. JOYFUL! thank god this kid is always in a good mood. tired and delirous, but cheerful.
to end this mean red of a day? i'm a lazy ass. i prefer to pay my neighbor kid, dee da dee, to sweep and mop my floors once a week and to help tidy up the playrooms. so i have him come over at 3 when he gets off school. it's 745pm and he's just now finished sweeping and mopping. i had to leave at 4, left him to sweep and mop. he didn't do a very good job, so when i get home at 630, i had to have him re-do it and then help tidy up the playroom again b/c i have a huge State inspection tomorrow.
oh yeah. inspection. if you hear of a lady in a barney suit at the top of a clocktower with water balloons and an uzi, i promise it's not me!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
and whatsoever
thanks to her emminence, the diva, i never got to finish. how can i POSSIBLY leave you so unsatisfied? i can't just leave you hangin!
so, i'm rowdie. from phoenix. married to the other half. we've been together for nine years, married for five (this march). the other half's pretty much your typical guy. we met when we were both in the air force, and i am no longer in. he still is. yep, my life is doomed to be forever in the wild blue yonder. other than his squadron being one of the most bass ackwards organizations i've ever known, his job is okay. most days he gets home at a normal time, and only has to go tdy a couple times a year. mostly, to vegas. seriously, did you know you can actually get tired of going to vegas? i don't believe him. then again, last time i went, i was 12 and got to wander around with my two year old cousin who didn't speak english. but, i digress.
the other half has a daughter from the ex. not the ex wife/whore- she exists, but will never again be mentioned. but the ex is okay. we get along. their daughter is mini miley. she's 9 years old, and was a preview of coming attractions. time spent with her prepared me for the diva. mini miley just moved to vegas last week with the ex and their family. kinda sucks, because we were used to going to visit her down in tampa whenever we wanted. the only plus side to her moving there? it finally got the other half to request a transfer out of this hellhole! he just requested a transfer to either phoenix or vegas. we'll see what happens. it'll just piss me off if we get transferred and the ex and her husband end up moving back to fl. oh well.
so, the other half and i are here. he's into nascar, computers and electricity. the other half has actually come up to me asking, "what can i take apart?". i just remind him that last time he took something apart (a tv) he woke up on the other side of the room. so, suffice it to say, the sparks are still there in our marriage!
as for me, the other half calls me a dork. just because i was a band geek, am obsessed with harry potter, buffy the vampire slayer and twilight. why does that make me a dork? i also loooove house md and criminal minds. i'm currently stalking matthew gray gubler, and have been for awhile. i have it on good authority that i'm his favorite stalker, but that could just be wishful thinking....
my bestest buds are chardonnay, laurel, and stephanie from elsewhere, and jenni stars and manda from here. i do not know what i would do without them. and if i didn't mention you, i still love you, i just hang/talk to these ladies the mostest.
so, i'm rowdie. from phoenix. married to the other half. we've been together for nine years, married for five (this march). the other half's pretty much your typical guy. we met when we were both in the air force, and i am no longer in. he still is. yep, my life is doomed to be forever in the wild blue yonder. other than his squadron being one of the most bass ackwards organizations i've ever known, his job is okay. most days he gets home at a normal time, and only has to go tdy a couple times a year. mostly, to vegas. seriously, did you know you can actually get tired of going to vegas? i don't believe him. then again, last time i went, i was 12 and got to wander around with my two year old cousin who didn't speak english. but, i digress.
the other half has a daughter from the ex. not the ex wife/whore- she exists, but will never again be mentioned. but the ex is okay. we get along. their daughter is mini miley. she's 9 years old, and was a preview of coming attractions. time spent with her prepared me for the diva. mini miley just moved to vegas last week with the ex and their family. kinda sucks, because we were used to going to visit her down in tampa whenever we wanted. the only plus side to her moving there? it finally got the other half to request a transfer out of this hellhole! he just requested a transfer to either phoenix or vegas. we'll see what happens. it'll just piss me off if we get transferred and the ex and her husband end up moving back to fl. oh well.
so, the other half and i are here. he's into nascar, computers and electricity. the other half has actually come up to me asking, "what can i take apart?". i just remind him that last time he took something apart (a tv) he woke up on the other side of the room. so, suffice it to say, the sparks are still there in our marriage!
as for me, the other half calls me a dork. just because i was a band geek, am obsessed with harry potter, buffy the vampire slayer and twilight. why does that make me a dork? i also loooove house md and criminal minds. i'm currently stalking matthew gray gubler, and have been for awhile. i have it on good authority that i'm his favorite stalker, but that could just be wishful thinking....
my bestest buds are chardonnay, laurel, and stephanie from elsewhere, and jenni stars and manda from here. i do not know what i would do without them. and if i didn't mention you, i still love you, i just hang/talk to these ladies the mostest.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Who? What? Where? Huh?
call it kismet. i was just thinking about starting a blog (because, come on now, who DOESN'T want to know all about fabulous me?) when my girl, laurel sent me her link. thinking i kinda gotta.
so who the hell am i?
i'm rowdie. i'm a 28 year old half korean, half sicillian military brat turned military wife. thanks to uncle sam, i've been living my last five+ years here in the panhandle of florida. yeah, if you thought florida is soo awesome, you've never been here. sure, it's gorgeous (they don't call it the emerald coast for nothing!) but that's about it. basically, i'm living in alabama. seriously, people, i'm 25 miles away from a piggly wiggly, and 20 miles away from the annual boggy bayou mullet festival in niceville, fl. if i'm lying, i'm dying, to quote mr foxworthy. i'm from phoenix. we have annual festivals like country thunder (five day concert event where EVERYONE who's anyone goes). lord, help me.
seeing as i'm here in alabama, oops, i meant florida, you can guess entertainment is limited. i get my kicks at my job. what do i do? i run a home daycare (yes, i'm crazy, but if you're reading this, you know that already). here's the cast:
elmo- 20 months old, sweetest little girl in the world. funny, charming, and yet her red hair isn't just for show!
animal (as in muppet babies)- the only suicidal 22month old i have ever met. she's a total nut. this kid has no sense of self preservation and an extra dose of charisma
alvin- pretty much sums up this soon to be 4 year old. he's animal's big brother, and has two other sisters. poor guy is drowning in the estrogen ocean with only a good ol boy daddy as a lifeline.
then there's the diva. 4 years old, sassy as hell, and don't you already know she knows everything? wayy too smart and observant for her own good. i can't get through a day without offering to sell her to the circus. i mean, what is with this kid? must be genetics. DISCLAIMER: i may have given birth to the diva, but i blame her insanity on her daddy.
that's it for now, as coincidentally, the diva is now demanding my attention....
ttfn!
wait.....wait. dont' want my friends here to get butthurt, and even though they know, i'm letting you know that i LOVE my friends here, and without them, i could never survive it here. MWAH!
so who the hell am i?
i'm rowdie. i'm a 28 year old half korean, half sicillian military brat turned military wife. thanks to uncle sam, i've been living my last five+ years here in the panhandle of florida. yeah, if you thought florida is soo awesome, you've never been here. sure, it's gorgeous (they don't call it the emerald coast for nothing!) but that's about it. basically, i'm living in alabama. seriously, people, i'm 25 miles away from a piggly wiggly, and 20 miles away from the annual boggy bayou mullet festival in niceville, fl. if i'm lying, i'm dying, to quote mr foxworthy. i'm from phoenix. we have annual festivals like country thunder (five day concert event where EVERYONE who's anyone goes). lord, help me.
seeing as i'm here in alabama, oops, i meant florida, you can guess entertainment is limited. i get my kicks at my job. what do i do? i run a home daycare (yes, i'm crazy, but if you're reading this, you know that already). here's the cast:
elmo- 20 months old, sweetest little girl in the world. funny, charming, and yet her red hair isn't just for show!
animal (as in muppet babies)- the only suicidal 22month old i have ever met. she's a total nut. this kid has no sense of self preservation and an extra dose of charisma
alvin- pretty much sums up this soon to be 4 year old. he's animal's big brother, and has two other sisters. poor guy is drowning in the estrogen ocean with only a good ol boy daddy as a lifeline.
then there's the diva. 4 years old, sassy as hell, and don't you already know she knows everything? wayy too smart and observant for her own good. i can't get through a day without offering to sell her to the circus. i mean, what is with this kid? must be genetics. DISCLAIMER: i may have given birth to the diva, but i blame her insanity on her daddy.
that's it for now, as coincidentally, the diva is now demanding my attention....
ttfn!
wait.....wait. dont' want my friends here to get butthurt, and even though they know, i'm letting you know that i LOVE my friends here, and without them, i could never survive it here. MWAH!
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