Thank you!!!!

Look at what my awesome friend did for me!!!!!!! The middle is a quilt square that Golden Boy made in school a looong time ago. Me, being the non-domestic diva that I am, cannot quilt to save my life. Once, I opened up a sewing machine box and even with the instructions I couldn’t discern which part went where. Anyway, my friend Jeannette makes quilts, and she offered to make one for me using Daimean’s piece as the center square. The pic absolutely doesn’t do justice to the quilt, but I had to post it!

Thank you, Jeanette!!

ADD, ICTS and other Acronyms

This is the second time I've attempted to take the ICTS practice test. The first time, I got through the instructions before the noise in the house made me give up. This time I answered 5 whole questions before realizing that I couldn't focus on the content due to small people doing things that small people do. Now, I'd like to totally blame this on the small people, I really would, but I know I can't. Simply stated, I have the attention span of a mosquito.
I've long known that my ADD is at odds with my OCD. (Yes, I took too many psychology classes, AND I read Psychology Today, so I can self diagnose with the best of 'em) Like yesterday, I suddenly decided I no longer liked the artificial acrylic covering my nails, so I spent 45 minutes tearing them from my fragile fingertips. Now I have tender nailbeds and really horrid looking nails, but no matter, because I've suddenly got to clean the ceiling fan.

iContent

Today was a beautiful day in the 'hood. So I spent some time outside watching the kiddos ride their bikes down our lovely tree lined street. Of course I had my iPod stuck to my ears, what, was I going to listen to the kids scream at each other while racing?? So, in an effort to retain my inner peace, I was listening to Mozart. Low enough so I could still hear the randomness around me, of course. But instead of random noise, I thought I heard something .... different. So off went the headphones for an audio investigation and to my delight, it was birds I was hearing :)
I never noticed birds much before we moved into this house. Now they're all over the place. Cardinals, blue jays, and some little things that sing their hearts out all day. And so, I stood there, smiling, because all is right in my world tonight.

11 Years

The card attached to these gorgeous flowers that came to me at work today read:
"11 years, that's all? I can do another 11 standing on my head."

Ah, yes, I do love that man of mine :)

Rubber Ducky

Belly's an intense little guy. He just is. So I wasn't surprised yesterday to be sitting with him and listening to Ernie sing, "Rubber Ducky" and look over and see tears in his eyes. He couldn't explain why it made him cry, he just knew the song choked him up.

Everyone has a song like that, right?? Okay, maybe it's not a Sesame Street song, but hey, he's only 5. I'll tell you mine. It's "Wonderful" by Everclear.

What's yours? What song gets a reaction out of you every time?

I Love Hugh Jackman, Too

Belly: What does 'oranges' mean?

Me: They're fruit.

Belly: *shakes head* No, no. Or-an-ges.

Me: It's a fruit, or a color. Come on, you know this already.

Belly: *shakes head and waves hands in front of him* No, no. ORANGES.

Me: *lightbulb* Oh, 'origins', like XMen Origins?

Belly: Yeah, that.



Ah, the joy of Pre-schooler to English translation.

Jokes and Office Politics

Last night D did a stand up comedy routine on stage at the school's Talent Show. He was calm, poised and hilarious :) If you'll forgive the shaky camera thing, I'll post it later.

The job is going better. Although, a strange thing happened today. A woman came up and told me she owed me an apology.
Last week I was a bit petulant when asked to sort paperwork for a few reps. I said some shitty things, like "I can already staple the SHIT out of some paper. What I NEED is someone to take the time to explain the damn paper work."
Afterwards I heard that someone complained about me to management. Great way to start a new job, right? But then someone else had agreed with me and said so, and in the end, it amounted to nothing.
Anyway, the woman came up to me and said that she'd been too judgemental last week over the paperwork mess, she'd judged me and my response too harshly, and she was very sorry. That took some nerve, and so I told her it was okay, she's forgiven.
And do you know what? It never occurred to me that maybe *I* should have apologized to them for my less than stellar behavior and snarky comments. Hm, maybe I'll do that tomorrow.

Then again, probably not. I've got a reputation to uphold, afterall.


Today is my grandpa's birthday, so I went to visit him with a card and a balloon. He's such a great guy, I just adore him. The look on his face when I told him I'm going back to school to be a history teacher was priceless. You see, my grandpa is all about history. Personal, country, world. He's my hero. He raised a family, including a child that wasn't his, but was never treated different for even a moment. A child with developmental delays and learning disabilities, who was always loved and supported. He defended this country over many years as a chief in the Navy. For me, his only grandchild, he always had a smile and a few bucks for ice cream - for me AND all my friends. He's got a great sense of humor, he's the most dependable human I know, AND he gives great hugs :)