Thursday, January 31, 2008

Job Hunting

Job-hunting is awful. It is so embarrassing. It is a bit humbling, too. I walked into a restaurant the other day and was forced to ask a child for an application. A child. OK, she was probably 18, but still.

It has been seven years since the last time I applied for a job. At that time I was childless and able to work any hours, any days, and I was hawt. Yes, I think that matters. First impressions always matter. So I am gluing a smile on my make-up clad face, pretending that I do not know I am fat, and hitting the ground running in this job search.

What am I looking for? I am looking for a get-rich-quick scheme. OK, I am not, but I have to admit, that would be nice to find. Actually I am going to go back to waitressing. The money is good, and scheduling is usually flexible.

I started waiting tables when I was 21 years old and I worked through my entire pregnancy with Cal, usually 40 hours a week, and after I had him I went to part time. There were a few times when I did work full time, but for the most part, it was only a couple days a week. I want to go back to that, without going back to the same restaurant, because that restaurant is all the way across town…about 45 minutes away. Not gonna work for me.

My Mommy came and got the kids today and I went to a couple restaurants in Elk Grove, then I headed Downtown to fill out a couple applications. Downtown there are no awnings on the buildings. It was raining. I was wearing boots with heels. No umbrella. What a friggin nightmare. I went to the Esquire Grill to get an application and the guy at the front told me they were fresh out. Mother effer, I walked two blocks to get there. I am not sure if they were really out of apps, or if me petting my wet-like-a-dog hair and panting frantically (did I mention it was raining? I was running) had anything to do with it. Hmmm. Click the link to see how fancy this place is, especially for how scummy I looked. It's funny. Stupid rain. I hate you. He did tell me to email a resume to the manager. I guess he might have actually realized it was raining outside, too. Seriously though, a resume? I have only ever had menial jobs. What kind of resume can I possibly put together? I guess it is time to bust out the resume book that I bought for a Business class I took in college and get to it.

Side note: I just pulled out a conversation heart from the box that says: E-MAIL ME. That is really profound and loving. And Valentines Day-ish. Haha.

I got that picture here.

Another side note: You should buy a nicotine patch and wear it to bed one night. Just one night. Crazy vivid dreams. I have never dreamed this way before.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Guess What Today Is

Today is January 30th, and since I quit smoking on the 2nd, that makes today 28 days since my last cigarette. Four whole weeks.

Anyone remember the movie 28 Days with Sandra Bullock...It takes 28 days to quit a habit, or something like that. Well Holy heck, here I am...on day 28. Even I am amazed.

A' and I went out to our annual Christmas dinner and a movie the other night. We saw PS I Love You. It was good. I read the book last year, and cried from the first page to the last page. The same thing happened in the movie, I cried from the opening credits to the closing credits. So did A'. Anywho, at dinner we were talking about not smoking. She said she thinks it is cool to not smoke. I do not know what ever made us think it was cool to smoke, but I had to agree with her. I definitely feel way more cool now that I do not smoke. Way more cool, like perhaps it is what all the cool kids are dong these days. Not smoking. A' is so awesome. She quit smoking last week, too. I am not sure if she did it for me, because of me, or with me, but it is awesome that my bestie does not smoke anymore either. She rocks my socks!!!

Quit smoking. All the cool pre-middle aged people are doing it. It makes you stink. Did I ever tell you that I have my sense of smell and taste back? Well, I do. It is pretty cool. Salsa is spicy again. Even the mild stuff. What can I say, I am a white girl, that stuff burns my mouth. So does buffalo sauce. Ouchy wa-wa.

I guess I am blogging this to pat myself on the back. I feel good, and I think I deserve that.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

A Question About Baby Showering

I was approached by a very close friend who is pregnant and she asked me a question and I told her what I honestly thought.
Here is the deal: For her baby shower she wants furniture for the baby's room (nothing else, just the furniture), since her last baby was born when they lived in a smaller home, and she had to share a room with her sister, this baby only had a mini crib. For the new baby she wants a full sized convertible crib with matching dressers and what-not. It is completely understandable to want new things, especially when they are cuter than the old things that you have. I get that, in fact I am kinda the same way.
Here is the deal though...she asked me if I thought it would be tacky to put on the invitation to her shower that in lieu of gifts please give gift cards. Ummm, Hell yes, I think that is so tacky. If you want specific new furniture, especially when this is not your first baby, and not even your second baby, maybe you should buy it yourself. (as a side note-Cal's crib was a hand-me-down, so was Riss', my BFF got Cal's changing table/dresser at the flea market for a super great price(pretty good quality and it was new and it is still in use in our home), when we gave that dresser to Riss and bought Cal a new one, we purchased that from someone on Craigslist. There are other options to get the things you want if you are not willing to shell out $600 for a new crib dresser.) I nicely told her that that is how I feel about it-minus the buy it yourself part, and I told her to maybe not register for gifts, because maybe it would be less tacky to tell people to just get you a gift card when they ask you what you need.
The thing is, women like to shop. Most of us do anyways, and a lot of us have certain things that we like to buy for the expecting mommy, and yes, I am going to check your registry, and if you have not registered anywhere, then I am going to ask you what you need. Please do not tell me specifically what you want on the invitation.
Another idea that one of my other friends had was for her to register at Babies r Us or Target, and then return everything, that way she can get the furniture she wants with her store credit (still kinda tacky, but not in-your-face tacky)...

I want to know what everyone else thinks about this situation. What would you say if you received an invitation that said that the mommy-to-be only wanted gift cards? Do you think there is a tactful way of letting people know that you only want gift cards? Also, I was going to buy her baby a specific gift, but should I feel obligated to go in on her furniture if everyone else is going to do that??

Saturday, January 26, 2008

It Came Out

"Whoahoahoahoa, Momma look, look, look!!!!!" he screams from the living room.

"What is it, son?"

"My tooth came out!!!"

"Is it bleeding?" I ask.

"No, look."

He he he he he he he he he, I am completely hysterical with laughter, as this is probably the most exciting thing to happen in his whole five years. Everything up until now was just leading up to this moment. I am beside myself.

Before, when it was just wiggly

After; I believe I see blood on the top teeth. It is still pretty cool.

The Sacred Lost Tooth

Oh, and a little token of appreciation from his teacher a couple weeks ago.
Cute, huh. He was caught being a good friend. <3

Friday, January 25, 2008

Whatcha Gonna Do?

Wow. This is exciting. We are all getting money this year. Economic stimulus packages rock, Mr. President.

“The vast majority of taxpayers would receive tax rebates, totaling $600 for individuals and $1,200 for couples, plus another $300 for each child, with no limit on the number of children. Those earning under $75,000 ($150,000 for couples) would receive the full rebates. Rebates would gradually phase out for those earning more than these income limits.

In a big concession to Democrats, the administration agreed to provide rebates to Americans who paid no income tax last year, as long as they earned at least $3,000. But their rebates would only be $300, and double for couples. They also would get another $300 per child.”

If you have not heard about this, read it here, where I stole the above content from.

Looks like we will be getting $1800 come May or June. It is not official, as the husb and I have not yet discussed it, but we will probably be spending our money on this year’s vacation. My single brother in law came over earlier and informed me that he will be buying a flat screen TV. He has talked to other people from his work and that seems to be the general consensus. A flat screen TV. One of my girlfriends said that she is taking her $600 and her boyfriend’s $600 and his son and heading off to Disneyland with another couple and their two kids. Come to think of it, I might want to get new flooring in this house with that money. Or do something else to the house. Hmmm. I guess we will see what the husb will agree with, and what kind of mood we are in when the check actually comes. If it even does come, that is.

If you are not eligible then you make a butt-load of money, and I want to know what you do for a living to make that much money, and I want you to tell me how I can be rich like you. thx.

If you are eligible, what are you going to buy with your share?

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Hey Auntie

I got the call from my sister in law at 4:15pm today.
"What's your guess?" she says right off the bat.
"BOY" I reply eagerly.
I had been sitting on my phone impatiently waiting for it to ring for a whole fifteen minutes before I got that call (their ultrasound appointment was at 4pm). Baby number four for Ang and Dale is going to be a June boy. That is going to even the score at two boys and two girls. Yippee. I am so excited that I finally get to start shopping for him...Little Mister Nephew-face. Yay. Yay! YAY!!!!!

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

You Know

You know your child is getting old when you can no longer spell things out instead of saying them, because he will know what you are talking about. Another way to tell your child is getting old is when he bites into an apple and knocks his first tooth loose.

I must say, I am quite excited about this new stage of life.

No doubt pictures will be posted after the tooth actually falls out.

I need a tooth fairy pillow. Anyone know where I can find one?

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

I totally heart him!!

This Daddy is such a good sport. Yes, he was actually wearing that whilst walking around in Disneyland.

Monday, January 21, 2008


Wow, now that is some mind-numbing activity if I have ever seen it (BINGO).

Saturday my Mom made the mistake of coming over to drop off some presents from her MIL and when she got up to leave the kids made her take them to her house for a sleepover.
My Mom: "OK, bye"
Cal: "Wait, ummm, gramma, can we go to your house?"
My Mom: "No, maybe next weekend."
Cal: "C'mon gramma, please."
Riss: "Yeah, gramma, pleeeeeease."
My Mom: "Just for a little while? Or for a sleepover?"
Kids in unison: "Sleepover!!!!!"
My Mom: " OK, lets go pack your bags."

Haha. I love living close to my Mom. I am not even going to call her a sucker, but she kinda is. I was not going to say no and she knew that, so yeahhhh, I had Saturday evening to myself, as the husb was at work. I diligently did my chores, and even did some extras, yay me. News spread fast that I was home alone and so Jan called me and told me that her and Roch were going to late night bingo, and I had to come, too. Um, uh, ok. I got all my work done, got dressed, and hopped in the truck and headed across town to the bingo hall.

I can think of probably 100 things that would have been more fun than bingo on a Saturday night.
Learning to knit
Sewing every piece of torn anything in this house
Scrubbing the grout in between tiles
Painting my kitchen cupboards
Scrubbing toilets
Poking needles into my eyeballs

We get there and immediately I notice that besides the old ladies, there is middle aged over-weight white trash homeless looking folks with greasy hair, you know, the ones who look like they may have driven their home into the bingo parking lot. Also, there were a few youngin's like us, but they mostly looked like they were looking to win some drug money.
Sooo, we go in, we each buy two packs of cards, $15. Jan and I go in half on a machine that plays 73 cards of bingo for you, all you have to do is enter the numbers, $10. Jan gives me a quick lesson on how to play each game, since it was my first time, and the games begin. It is pretty fast paced for a newcomer like me, so there is not really much time for conversation with my friends, and other people are winning.
How boring is that? I will admit, I probably would not be complaining at all about bingo if I could have got my hands on some of the $250 winnings.
Just kidding, yes I would. That was some seriously mind-numbing activity.
I will not being doing that again for at least a month (Jan is making us go for her birthday. She knows how to par-tayyy), and then NEVER again after that :)

In other news, the husb and I bought the tiles for our tabletop yesterday, since we had some time without the kids. Did I mention we laid in bed until 11 am Sunday morning? Yep. That was nice.

Pictures of the table will be coming probably later this week, but maybe next week (it is going to be rainy all week here). I am so excited to see the end results!

I'm out. We have to go to a birthday party in Marin today. Hay-hay is turning 7 and I need to go Barbie shopping.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Lucky Day!

Yesterday must have been my lucky day. After dropping the kids off at school, the husb and I decided to go to Home Depot. For what? I don't remember. When we got to the entrance we saw a nice looking patio set that was missing the table top. After sitting in the chairs for a few minutes (they were nice and cushy) we mozied around the store for about an hour. We bought a total of nothing and walked outside the store. Again, we sat on the chairs at the patio set, debating whether or not to buy it. It was, after all, missing a table top. We went back inside the store to take a look at all the other outdoor furniture and saw tons of really cute sets, but nothing was under $500, so AGAIN, we went outside and checked out the defected set. We went back in the store and we were immediately approached by someone who works there and he begged us to buy the furniture. He even knocked off another
$25 off the price. Sweet. How could we resist that??? I batted my eyelashes at the husband and he was convinced that it should be ours! Original price at Home Depot $1019 (the guy said $899, which still would have been way too rich for our blood at this time). Final out the door price that we paid:$175. Yessssssss!!!! I feel good about saying that we made a good purchase :) Now we just have to buy a new piece of glass. Either that or we have to lay down some plywood and do some funky mosaic tiling. I can not decide which will work better...but I do know that the tiling will be more fun, and I will be more proud of it. It is cute, huh!

Something fun to do after drinking a few beers with your bestie:
Let your four kids jump on the bed like animals and sing (say) "10 little monkeys jumping on the bed" all the way down to zero monkeys...While the two of you drunk idiots are doing this, do some squats. Oh yeah, my legs are a bit on the shaky side today...Also, the husb was watching this whole Olympic event and informed me later at my mom's house that we skipped the number eight. Whew, if we would have done the number eight I probably would not be able to walk upstairs at all!!!

Saturday, January 12, 2008

What The??? No, Seriously...What The F^&k????

I went to retrieve my son from the neighbor’s house the other day and the little boys mother asked me if Cal was passing Kindergarten. Since she said it in such broken English I thought perhaps I misunderstood her. She then told me that her boy might not be moving on to 1st grade. I was flabbergasted. What I said was, “Yeah, I am pretty sure he is doing good enough to pass.” What I wanted to say was one of two things…

  1. What the fuck? Well, of course my kid is passing Kindergarten; he is a flipping genius.
  2. Are you seriously that lazy (I am not sure that is the right word, but will use it for lack of a better word) that you cannot take a few minutes each day to teach your child the basic skills yourself? Read with him, sing his ABC’s with him, even if it is in Spanish, I am sure his teacher would be happy enough with that.

Seriously though, what kind of Kindergartner, with normal learning capacities, gets held back from 1st grade??? I am dying to know what it takes.

In other news, I just found out this morning that one of my good friends has been cheated on by her husband of seven years (also her high school sweetheart). It makes my heart ache for her. They were the quintessential couple. I looked up to them, and I wanted to be able to love the way that they loved. I guess I did not perceive things correctly, and yes, I know that things are not always what they seem. I have no idea what to say to her. I would love to see the two of them make their marriage work, but on the other hand I know that she is worth so much more than what he has recently given her. It is not my place to just hand out unsolicited advice, but I do want to call her and let her know that I support whatever decision she makes, you know, to end the relationship, or to stay in it and work things out. I am not very good at handing out advice, but I do lend a good listening ear. What should I say? Any advice?

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

My Kid Is Rad...

As in radical.

Please note that she is wearing a lavender colored dress with hot pink tights that have crazy flowery designs on them, tennis shoes that light up when she walks, and hair ribbons that are red and white. Too bad her baby doesn't have hair...or matching tights and shoes, that would be awesome.

Yes, I let her go to school like this.

Daring Young Mom put it best in her article on on why this is OK, so Daring Young Mom, thanks for making me feel better about enabling my daughter's creativity.

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Tuesday, January 8, 2008


Tuesday nights The Biggest Loser is on and I want to make it known that I am backing the pink team. They pretty much rock. Their names are Bette Sue and Ali. They are some entertaining ladies, to say the least. That being said, we all know that it is most likely going to be a team of men that win, so for the man winners I choose the black team, Jay and Mark.

Another rambling of the day. My kid is hilarious. Sometimes when I look at her she says, "I got your eyes on me." I think she means, "I got my eyes on you", but since it is me looking at her she is using it in the correct context. She makes me giggle. I love her.

Monday, January 7, 2008

It's Not A Resolution

Let's get this straight, quitting smoking is NOT a New Year's Resolution. I hate resolutions. They suck. Well, maybe they don't suck, but I suck at them. I was planning on quitting on Christmas Eve, the day that the husby moved home, but with all of the partying going on then I did not want to become an instant failure. So I decided to wait until the holidays were over, which just happened to be on New Year's day. I did allow myself to finish my last pack, so I did not officially quit until January 2nd at 11am.

It has now been five days and it is time to review the past few days of not smoking.

I kinda feel like I might go crazy, but I know that these irrational thoughts and feelings will stop once the mental need for a cigarette subsides...should be any day now, right?

I feel a bit like I am going the cop-out route by using the patch, but I also feel like I may not be able to succeed otherwise. I mean, really, my MOST irrational thoughts [and actions] happen early in the morning before I remember to put the patch on, sooo I know my husby and kids would run away from home, screaming, heading for the hills, if I was not using the patch during the majority of the day.

I have been thinking about it, and I came up with some good reasons to not smoke:

  • I do not want smokers lips [you know, the wrinkly ones]
  • I do not want wrinkles in general
  • Eventually I will save money [not yet though, because the patch isn't free...or cheap]
  • Not only do I smell good, but my sense of smell is coming back.
  • My husband kisses me more. I love kissing :)

I have also been thinking about the things that might drive me to smoke, you know...triggers:

  • Drinking alcohol-good thing the next party isn't until the husby's birthday in mid-February
  • Eating too much spaghetti, well, you know, eating too much anything, really.
  • My kids fighting or not listening to me (stress)-I know...amazing I have already made it five days...
  • Boredom

If the world insists that I make some resolutions then here they are. I want to start looking more like I did ten years ago. Like this, but only I want to keep my good hair that I currently have...


Also, I want to use this more often around the house.


That is not too much to ask, is it?

Friday, January 4, 2008

Name That Debris

A little windy today, ya think? Some photos of my backyard...Can you name the debris?

Photo number 1

Photo number 2

Photo number 3

Photo number 4

Thursday, January 3, 2008


I should start a list of all of the disgusting, nasty diseases that Mr. F is exposed to at work. The new one of the day is Norovirus. What do you mean you have never heard of it? OK, neither had I until he called and told me to make sure the washer was cleared out because he has to decontaminate himself and his uniform tonight. He was working in close proximity with a client (we will use this term to disguise the Mister's true occupation) who has this virus. Apparently it gives you severe poops or something. Here is what I found when I googled it:

Noroviruses (genus Norovirus, family Caliciviridae) are a group of related, single-stranded RNA, nonenveloped viruses that cause acute gastroenteritis in humans. Norovirus was recently approved as the official genus name for the group of viruses provisionally described as “Norwalk-like viruses” (NLV).

I am thoroughly disgusted. It isn't hard for anyone to guess who isn't getting laid tonight :)

I Must Be Gay

The definition of gay as told to me by my five year old at dinner tonight:
Someone who drinks beer.

I must be gay. Somebody go to the fridge, Mom needs a beer.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Polar Bear or Kangaroo?

We could not tell, but thought that someone was pretty genius to be able to form this with snow. What do you think it is?

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Puff, Puff, Puff...

Smoking is gross. I tell myself that almost everyday, and yet I still do it.

  • It makes me smell awful, which is a turn-off to my non-smoker husband.
  • It wastes precious time.
  • It costs me about $100 a month.
I think it is high time that I quit the cigarette addiction. Maybe I can start having more frequent make out sessions with my husband if I do...

I will report back with progress. Wish me luck.