Just in case you don't know. Sarcasm and toddlers don't mix.
My husband is sore from an auto accident. The baby is being his normal curious self. I'm in the kitchen cooking dinner.
I overhear Ginni saying to snoogerbear, "Thanks, C. That just more for me to cleaning up while I'm hurting.
Snoogerbear's response?
"You're welcome, Daddy!"
A roaring laughter came from the kitchen. Like the piper, my husband comes in looking defeated; because, the toddler has outwitted him again.
My response? "At least he used his manners."
Ginni returned to the living room once again defeated.
@scribbles412
Rantings of a boring person.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Today was exciting.
When my husband works overnights. He normally comes home about 8:30ish. Sometimes he even locks himself out the house the night before.
He pounds on the door, which doesn't make me too happy when the baby kept me up earlier in the morning.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The dogs are barking their heads off. I'm pissed. One, I was sleeping really well (I even turned off the scanner and pager). Two, it was still dark in the house.
Both of the above don't mix well.
Here I am jumping over the dogs like the hurdles in the Olympics. Stepping in the laundry basket (the teen forgot at the top of the stairs, again). Taking a ride down, only to be stopped by the toy box at the end.
Now, I'm PISSED.
Fist and jaw clenched I swing open the door; ready to unleash my fury on my forgetful husband for not take his key.
But it wasn't my husband. It was my mom.
Confused I look at her. She is breathless. She just starts talking very, very fast. Puggs was is an accident...rollover...totaled the car...airbags...seatbelt failed...flipped.
I knew actually what accident she was talking about. Even though I turned off the scanner and the pager, my phone receives text messages.
I heard the siren blast. I looked at my phone more for the time, then what the call was. I couldn't go anyway: I had the baby with no sitter. Page stated three trapped.
I threw the phone back on the table and grumbled idiots in the rain.
What I didn't know: I was MY idiot. I was in a daze. I got dressed in record speed. I got the baby dressed, too.
My mother refuses to come in my house because I have a "pitbull." I handed her the baby. She informed me she didn't have a seat. So I put the baby in the van.
My first phone call was to my station. I only asked for the mechanism of injury (MOI). I didn't want my station to violate HIPPA. I was told it was not too bad. I told them to forward me the pictures.
It was a 40 MPH impact.
High mechanism.
Oh shit.
I call him. He asks me when I am. I tell him 5 minutes from the hospital. He then floors me. Good, pick me up at the ER patient drop off. I'm done.
Wait.
What?!?!
The picture were very scary. I was more worried about him than anything.
Cars can be replaced.
Wounds heal.
But I know too well when someone time is up, you NEVER can get them back.
My time off to rest is now going to be chauffeuring him around to doctors appointment to see why this happened.
I'm grateful my fire company for such a great response.
@scribbles412
He pounds on the door, which doesn't make me too happy when the baby kept me up earlier in the morning.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The dogs are barking their heads off. I'm pissed. One, I was sleeping really well (I even turned off the scanner and pager). Two, it was still dark in the house.
Both of the above don't mix well.
Here I am jumping over the dogs like the hurdles in the Olympics. Stepping in the laundry basket (the teen forgot at the top of the stairs, again). Taking a ride down, only to be stopped by the toy box at the end.
Now, I'm PISSED.
Fist and jaw clenched I swing open the door; ready to unleash my fury on my forgetful husband for not take his key.
But it wasn't my husband. It was my mom.
Confused I look at her. She is breathless. She just starts talking very, very fast. Puggs was is an accident...rollover...totaled the car...airbags...seatbelt failed...flipped.
I knew actually what accident she was talking about. Even though I turned off the scanner and the pager, my phone receives text messages.
I heard the siren blast. I looked at my phone more for the time, then what the call was. I couldn't go anyway: I had the baby with no sitter. Page stated three trapped.
I threw the phone back on the table and grumbled idiots in the rain.
What I didn't know: I was MY idiot. I was in a daze. I got dressed in record speed. I got the baby dressed, too.
My mother refuses to come in my house because I have a "pitbull." I handed her the baby. She informed me she didn't have a seat. So I put the baby in the van.
My first phone call was to my station. I only asked for the mechanism of injury (MOI). I didn't want my station to violate HIPPA. I was told it was not too bad. I told them to forward me the pictures.
It was a 40 MPH impact.
High mechanism.
Oh shit.
I call him. He asks me when I am. I tell him 5 minutes from the hospital. He then floors me. Good, pick me up at the ER patient drop off. I'm done.
Wait.
What?!?!
The picture were very scary. I was more worried about him than anything.
Cars can be replaced.
Wounds heal.
But I know too well when someone time is up, you NEVER can get them back.
My time off to rest is now going to be chauffeuring him around to doctors appointment to see why this happened.
I'm grateful my fire company for such a great response.
@scribbles412
Sunday, February 26, 2012
ITis so hard.
No one told me changing bad habits was going to be this hard.
Here I am; sitting next to my youngest, while he's eating McDonalds. At least, the cleanliness of the actual food court is helping to curb my appetite.
Now, go ahead and look at the floor. I know you are dying to look. Go ahead; I'll wait
Ugh right. Restaurant floor are disgusting. Plus, you have one person wiping up after the hundred of people eating.
Back to what I was saying. So I was trying distract myself.
That slim fast shake was good. I really don't have any hunger pains, just my brain is saying you can have just one.
How do you break habits?
Control those burned in temptations?
I have to get out of this food court!
@scribbles412
Here I am; sitting next to my youngest, while he's eating McDonalds. At least, the cleanliness of the actual food court is helping to curb my appetite.
Now, go ahead and look at the floor. I know you are dying to look. Go ahead; I'll wait
Ugh right. Restaurant floor are disgusting. Plus, you have one person wiping up after the hundred of people eating.
Back to what I was saying. So I was trying distract myself.
That slim fast shake was good. I really don't have any hunger pains, just my brain is saying you can have just one.
How do you break habits?
Control those burned in temptations?
I have to get out of this food court!
@scribbles412
You know it's going to be a good day;
When the baby wakes you up saying: punch him!
Or this punctures the arch of your foot...
@scribbles412
Saturday, February 25, 2012
I swear I'm still here.
I have a bunch of WIP blog post. It's just I have been so busy. I'm full time: school, family, and volunteer.
Plus, since I've taken up swimming my iPhone doesn't like that so much. I even tried to sit down to dinner last night without my phone. Don't worry all the text messages, alert, emails kept me from forget it was there.
@scribbles412
Plus, since I've taken up swimming my iPhone doesn't like that so much. I even tried to sit down to dinner last night without my phone. Don't worry all the text messages, alert, emails kept me from forget it was there.
@scribbles412
Friday, February 24, 2012
I did Zumba and survived.
Lol. Seriously, I started the class. I was sweating and looked up and it was 45 minutes later. What a fun class. Next one is 8 am tomorrow.
@scribbles412
@scribbles412
Monday, February 20, 2012
Challenge accepted.
My husband thinks the only reason I call him every time; is to yell at him.
I am really calling him to ask him something; because he's normally the last person to touch something that I need.
He is always getting defensive with me.
Truly, deep-down I was call him to ask him where he last saw the object I am looking for.
Normally, its something urgent.
Like tonight when the baby decided to "free" his goldfish crackers in the fish tank.
I'm still hoping beyond all hope they will pull out of this one.
Hell, they survived the "cooking oil incident." Yes, we has our on little BP tragedy; except it was Wesson, but no less a pain the ass to clean up.
Back to the one of the other two "adult" males on my life.
He immediately raises his voice, and starts to yell at me. All I am asking him is did you remember where you put (blank); Because, he was last to touch it.
It's always "No. Chris, I have not seen it; touch it; or even has it in my possession."
Now, I'm not asking him of he cheating on me, hiding money, or spanking off to porn. I'm just asking him for a stupid piece of plastic to "vacuum" out the fish tank. That phone call had no need to deserve a screaming match.
I reserve them for the bigger arguments.
The whole ordeal had me asking the teen to watch the sick baby, so I can run to Walmart in my house coat to go on a fishy life saving mission.
When I got back the phone rings agains.
It's my husband on the other end of the phone.
This time all I said was "hello."
Right off the bat, he screaming.
He won't let me get a word in.
The argument had BEEN over.
So I finally told him to shut up. It's been four years of this crap. Him screaming at me will not happen anymore. I told him I was done trying to speak to him like an adult.
Nanny, nanny, boo-boo stick your head in doo-doo.
I'm not speaking to you anymore.
Challenge accepted.
Let see how long I can go without saying a word or until he cracks an apologizes.
Phone is ringing again.
Let the game begin.
I am really calling him to ask him something; because he's normally the last person to touch something that I need.
He is always getting defensive with me.
Truly, deep-down I was call him to ask him where he last saw the object I am looking for.
Normally, its something urgent.
Like tonight when the baby decided to "free" his goldfish crackers in the fish tank.
I'm still hoping beyond all hope they will pull out of this one.
Hell, they survived the "cooking oil incident." Yes, we has our on little BP tragedy; except it was Wesson, but no less a pain the ass to clean up.
Back to the one of the other two "adult" males on my life.
He immediately raises his voice, and starts to yell at me. All I am asking him is did you remember where you put (blank); Because, he was last to touch it.
It's always "No. Chris, I have not seen it; touch it; or even has it in my possession."
Now, I'm not asking him of he cheating on me, hiding money, or spanking off to porn. I'm just asking him for a stupid piece of plastic to "vacuum" out the fish tank. That phone call had no need to deserve a screaming match.
I reserve them for the bigger arguments.
The whole ordeal had me asking the teen to watch the sick baby, so I can run to Walmart in my house coat to go on a fishy life saving mission.
When I got back the phone rings agains.
It's my husband on the other end of the phone.
This time all I said was "hello."
Right off the bat, he screaming.
He won't let me get a word in.
The argument had BEEN over.
So I finally told him to shut up. It's been four years of this crap. Him screaming at me will not happen anymore. I told him I was done trying to speak to him like an adult.
Nanny, nanny, boo-boo stick your head in doo-doo.
I'm not speaking to you anymore.
Challenge accepted.
Let see how long I can go without saying a word or until he cracks an apologizes.
Phone is ringing again.
Let the game begin.
40 days
So I got this really great idea today. It was from other person on Twitter.
I haven't done anything for lent since I was in grade school. But I think this would really good for me. It a quest for 40 days of at least 40 minutes of exercise, while listening to inspirational music.
I'm hoping that this will have a positive change my personality and everything that I have been having issues with lately.
I'm Not going to p*ssy about. I'm also going to do 40 days of mediation. Because I really don't follow organized religion. I'm also going to do yoga classes along with this challenge. It is a little bit more then what the original challenge was, but I hope if it all works-out it well all worth it.
Again.
If you have my phone number. Text me. Call me. Bust my ass to stay on track.
Friend me on www.myfitnesspal.com. I'm using www.sparkspeople.com for meals plans. I'm scribbles412. If you see fast food on the list, get on me. I need your help!
I'm currently 192.3. It's the highest I've been since my bouncer days at 27 years old(2003).
It's time for a change. If not, this lifestyle is going to KILL ME.
@scribbles412
I haven't done anything for lent since I was in grade school. But I think this would really good for me. It a quest for 40 days of at least 40 minutes of exercise, while listening to inspirational music.
I'm hoping that this will have a positive change my personality and everything that I have been having issues with lately.
I'm Not going to p*ssy about. I'm also going to do 40 days of mediation. Because I really don't follow organized religion. I'm also going to do yoga classes along with this challenge. It is a little bit more then what the original challenge was, but I hope if it all works-out it well all worth it.
Again.
If you have my phone number. Text me. Call me. Bust my ass to stay on track.
Friend me on www.myfitnesspal.com. I'm using www.sparkspeople.com for meals plans. I'm scribbles412. If you see fast food on the list, get on me. I need your help!
I'm currently 192.3. It's the highest I've been since my bouncer days at 27 years old(2003).
It's time for a change. If not, this lifestyle is going to KILL ME.
@scribbles412
Saturday, February 11, 2012
For some reason
For some reason, unknown to me I have not been losing pounds but inches. My clothes are getting looser.
The only thing I have done consistently is swim with the baby. Every Monday, I swim besides him during swimming lesson. It's a solid 45 minutes of swimming. I have been looking into trying to build my core after the accident in May 2010.
I have been reading all kinds of fitness magazines. I'm getting amped to start training again. I'm going to start slow at first, but bear with me.
Today will me walking and swimming. I will be using www.myfitnesspal.com and www.mapmyfitness.com. My email is scribbles412@yahoo.com if you want to friend me. Or send notes of encouragement.
Thank you all for hanging in there with me.
Vlog is in the works too.
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The only thing I have done consistently is swim with the baby. Every Monday, I swim besides him during swimming lesson. It's a solid 45 minutes of swimming. I have been looking into trying to build my core after the accident in May 2010.
I have been reading all kinds of fitness magazines. I'm getting amped to start training again. I'm going to start slow at first, but bear with me.
Today will me walking and swimming. I will be using www.myfitnesspal.com and www.mapmyfitness.com. My email is scribbles412@yahoo.com if you want to friend me. Or send notes of encouragement.
Thank you all for hanging in there with me.
Vlog is in the works too.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
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