Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
I just made an appt for G at 3:40. She will not be thrilled. I will go tomorrow afternoon because I will get a sinus cocktail shot that will wipe me out for the afternoon and G will be spending the night with the grandparents anyway. See my timing is perfect. One night of suffering but the end is near.
We put our Christmas tree up Tuesday. I put the lights on and the breakable ornaments on last night. When G came home from Mission Friends/choir, she helped put the rest on. This is how it went, G puts an ornament on, stops and says, "I need a piece of candy now, Okay?" Pretty much after every ornament. I think I got a pretty shot for the Christmas cards. We will see.
G playing with the Asian Wiseman. She kept calling him a her because we all know boys don't wear braids.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
This morning, G did not want to get up. She said, "What day is today?" I said, "Tuesday, school day." She said in a most frustrated tone, "Why do I haf to go to school everyday all deez weeks?"
Little does she know school is for the next 23+ years at least!! Surely, you don't think she would just get away with a master's? I mean she is Chinese right? Doctor here she comes!! (said with much sarcasm)
G: "Blankie, did you miss me?"
Me: "Of course blankie missed you."
Me: "Because you were at school."
G to me: "I not talking about you!" (translation, I am not talking to you.)
G to blankie: "Blankie, I can't do this, I can't do this, Blankie."
Me: "What? What can't you do? I think blankie understands."
G to me: "Weeve us a-yone. I am talkin' to my blankie."
G to Blankie: "Blankie, I can't do this, I can't do this, I haf to go to school."
WTF? Where did she get the "I can't do this?" LOL!!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
We attended the 3rd birthday of our friends S and his parents. S had a Cars party. Other than his 9 year old girl cousin, G was the only girl. We stayed for dinner which was nice. We skipped church because G's cough changed and I can tell she doesn't feel well. It is rainy and cold here. Finally feeling like the season it is.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Okay so I am talking to my mom and she tells me she bought me some jeans. I tell her to take them back. I don't want her buying me clothes anyway, esp. without me there. She said, "You aren't going to even try them on?" So I asked what size they are. She tells me a 16 petite. First off I am not a petite. Petite is shorter than me, like by lots. Second I think I am bigger than a 16 in the thighs/hips. I really need to be there in person.
The other reason it bothers me that she is buying me anything is that my sister is with her. Two completely different personalities and different tastes totally. Now if my mom had a history of getting me clothes that fit and that I liked; I might not be ungrateful, but she doesn't. And I appreciate the thought but laud what does she truly think?
Here are a couple of examples of mom's bad decision making at Christmas: One Christmas when I still lived at home I really wanted a pair of BLACK leather gloves. Not suede, only black leather. So she lets my sister purchase them. I open my gift on Christmas and find red suede gloves. The reason was was that my sister was handing down her red wool coat and thought these matched better.
One Christmas mom told my sister to get me make up for Christmas so she purchased a pre-wrapped gift set from when Clinic used do that. I opened it up and it was empty. Well, my sister had been making fun of me previously to the opening, well actually all day, and that empty gift to me topped it all off, bad emotions and anger etc. Can you tell I still have pent up emotions and a dislike of getting gifts because of that. I could make a shrink a fortune.
Another Christmas I asked for a long black wool coat. A LONG black wool coat. My mom lets my cousin do the shopping for her. My cousin is a petite and about a head shorter than me so the coat she tried on hit the floor on her. On me it falls right below my knees and is tight in the shoulders. I still have the coat and may have worn it 3 times. Hardheadness, mine, had me refusing to return it. G can wear it. She will be short, probably.
Once, I had asked as a pre-teen/teen for a dulcimer for a long time. I quit asking for it and really didn't want it anymore, but I got one after I turned 25. I still have it and did take a few lessons but never was proficient at it. My mom just doesn't have the timing or inkling anymore about me.
The thing is I would be absolutely fine without gifts, as I hate getting them anyway. It is way more fun for me to give, but mom wants to know what to get me because she just does. She and dad have done so much for me in the last two years that I truly want nothing from them. Gift receiving has become an awesome burden I would rather not have. Sometimes our family attaches strings to gifts even if emotional ones. Honestly, light bulbs would be more appreciated than jeans this year. At least light bulbs are functional.
The idea of jeans (start of this post) came because I have not bought jeans in ages literally in 10+ years. I used to could wear all of my jeans, like for ever. So I simply asked how much did she think I could get classic styled jeans for. I don't necessarily want fashion jeans as I know I will have them forever (when these fashion jeans are out of style) and wear them until they literally fall apart. I have a pair of Girbaud(sp?) jeans I bought like 17 years ago that have a huge tear in them but they are ubber comfy, and I planned on wearing them tomorrow, but now I can't or mom will be mad at me. Plus, her brother and his family are coming, shit. I have to dress up better with company around.
The reason I haven't bought jeans is that at the psychologically damaging company I worked for didn't allow them or any pants, and I would only wear them on Sat. only. I literally dressed up every day except Sat. On Sundays I would dress for church and then I would get in my jammies for nap time. So there was really no need for jeans. I bought linen pants to travel in because jeans are not totally comfy on airplanes in the summer. Anyhoo, I really am not complaining but my mom doesn't know me at all. My sister, even less. I just wish sometimes I felt like she knew me. I hope she took those jeans back because I will not try them on!!!! Call me mean!!
G said, "Well, I guess you could lub on me a widdle bit."
Now who could resist such a request so of course I lubbed on her a widdle bit. I actually lubbed on her a lot because I missed her last night kicking me in the back and talking in her sleep.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
It seems from the article they are just looking for a fraudulent adoption to taint IA again. There is no need to do so. If they want to look fine but don't publish the private info on the child for everyone to know. This kid will already know she was adopted and will now have no info to share when she deems it appropriate to do so.
I don't envy Angelina and all the publicity she receives. I feel sorry for her kids having their lives exposed like this. I don't think it is fair at all. If you want to bad mouth the celebs go ahead I think it is rude but leave the kids out of it.
It is still adoption awareness month and NaBloPoMo. Actually I am a bit tired of both of them. I am so ready for a holiday. Come on days off.
So how many loyal readers will be out and about on Black Friday swooping up all the great bargains at 6 am? NOT ME! My sister and mother will go. The older I get the more I dislike going out to shop in crowded places. Full parking lots can send me into a panic attack very quickly.
Of course this all may change when G has a specific Christmas wish list. But I am safe for now. Oh and the dollar store has a great selection of reasonably priced gifts that will be expected to last as long as the interest in them does.
Does this count as a post? Hope so. G is "pending" the night with the grandparents tonight and I am cleaning up and putting up clothes. I hate that repetitive chore!!
Monday, November 19, 2007
G nodded her head and my mom said, "A little bit?"
G said, "No, mucher." I love toddler speak.
Oh and we have three cavities, yuck, but we are not going to further tramatize her. We will just watch her for the next 6 months.
Apparently one day at either snack or lunch a little girl in G's class was upset by something to do with G and told her that she was going to tell on her. This little girl was going to tell G's daddy on G for some perceived infraction. So G leans over the table very aggressively and says, "My daddy is in China and dat is fah fah away and you won't eber meet him!"
Ms. M. couldn't believe G was so aggressive and adamant about this because she had never seen G be anything other than passive and sweet. She was proud that G would stand up like that. I can just imagine it too. She has a vein that pops in her neck when she is extremely frustrated or angry. It is funny to watch at least to me.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Tonight we are going to my mom's church and the community service. Three of the churches get together in the town to hold one service with a fellowship after. So we are going to that. Then on Dec. 9 we are going back to my church in the evening for the Messiah concert. I am so looking forward to this Friday when I can start playing my Christmas music. I am not one who enjoys Christmas coming before Thanksgiving.
I am also looking forward to Thanksgiving. It has become one of my most favorite holidays as an adult. I don't like the food but I do like the meaning behind it and the reason for it.
Tomorrow I will post photos of the girl because that is really all anyone wants to see, right?
Saturday, November 17, 2007
So from 1998 to 2005 I was a runner. G came home in 2005 (this is not her fault and I don't blame her). I remained a healthy steady weight and even ate appropriately. I also had a very high paying job for what I did. Granted I sold my soul during that time but I was financially well off.
In 2005 after G came home I tried to run with her in a running stroller but it totally freaked her out. There was no other option for me other than to not run. Treadmills freaked her out too. I was not getting babysitters for runs and I worked so late that there wasn't time in the evenings either.
In 2006 I made a very dreadful decision to leave the high paying job for self employment. The stress of trying to make it and failing plus having no money hit me extremely hard. Now I am still poor, literally, not making ends meet but I do have time to run. I am currently up to a size 16/18, no joke. I carry it fairly well in that until I lose it no one could really tell I weigh that much.
So here is what I think other than the non-running, I don't waste food. When I had money to burn, so to speak, I ate less in portion size. What I eat hasn't changed but now I cook a pizza for me and G, just a party pizza (jenos), and I eat 2/3 of it and G plays with 1/3. I don't feel right throwing any away. So I eat more. I actually finish my plate at restaurants and at home where as before I didn't I never finished a plate. I could afford not to. Now I can't and I see it as waste. I have to learn to waste again. In doing that I reduce my serving size and consume less calories.
Oh and for me it is all about calories. I could lose all of the weight by increasing the calorie output (running) and decreasing the calorie in put (portion size/calorie counting) and I can eat anything I want. I can't get motivated though to run again. I can't wear the shoes I have now and can't afford a new pair. I have had a fracture before stopping my 3rd marathon run. I can't do lots of training because I am prone to injury and illness. I actually trained for 4 marathons, the second I had a double ear infection on the day of it and just couldn't run it. The 4th one was the fracture. I completed the first and third ones.
Counting calories broke my gum chewing habit too. Gum chewing was a 10+year habit I broke in 2000 while training for my first marathon. I decided it was too many calories to consume without benefit.
So that is my theory on my personal weight gain. I am not a dieter and never will be.
I had a terrible mess and the dog was a terrible mess. The smell is still in my nose and on me. I bathed the dog already. It is still on her too. She sleeps with me, yuck. I can't leave her out all night, and I can't kennel her tonight. Poor sick dog. It is all from a few pieces of cooked deer steak I gave her last night.
I used to like deer but when my mom said she had some that she would fix for us I got to thinking about it and really decided I can't eat it. I can't eat it; it is a total mind block. I would be a vegetarian if I thought about the pieces of meat and where they came from, so I try not to. If I visualize it I can't eat it. My nephew killed his first deer or actually shot his first deer, but someone else had to finish it off. It makes my stomach turn. I would never have survived on a farm nor in the days of hunting. I already know that. It is totally Divine Intervention that I was born in the time that I was.
Anyway, the dog is still a bit stinky, and I may have to bathe her again tomorrow. She has only had this kind of sick two other times in her life with food being the precipitating factor, but I can't remember what specifically the food was then. Well anyway, she won't be getting anymore deer, and I won't be leaving her for 9 hours again. I can also say it isn't old age. The other two like this sicks were when she was 1 or 2 years old and then around 4 years old. I have had her since she was 8 weeks old. I just feel so badly that she had to suffer today. I should always listen to the gut instinct that told me to go let her out at noon when we came through town.
Oh and my dad caught a rat snake in my mom's garage this morning. Thankfully, I was on the inside when I saw it first. Then he picked it up and brought it through the house. YUCK! Also, I had barely missed seeing the snake earlier when I got there and opted to go in the front door instead of the garage like I usually do. Lucky me!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Novelty and Irony. This girl and her mom were walking, watching us tourists take pics. I asked her if she wanted to have her pic taken and she did. I showed it to her on the camera but had no way of actually giving it to her. This is in 2005 after Gotcha day and Adoption day.
Look how skinny I was, laud, I need to go travel somewhere and lose weight back to that size, back around an 8. Tomorrow I will blog about my weight gain and the theory behind it.
Please stop junking up my junk box and e-mail. Your concern for my life style is unwanted.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
...So, here are the rules of the 8 Random Things tag game:
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Here are 8 random things:
1. Pro-Active doesn't work on me!!
2. I love the Thanksgiving holiday but not the food.
3. I have never liked the Wizard of Oz because of the flying monkeys.
4. Monkeys used to be my fav. animal and I always wanted one (I enjoyed the TV show BJ and the Bear b/c of my monkey love).
5. I become extremely bored with repetitive actions, thus I am bored easily at any new job.
6. I hate house work because of the repetitive nature of it. I mean why don't the floors stay clean?
7. I actually like cleaning the kitchen and this is the only repetitive thing about cleaning that I like.
8. I can read the same book more than one time if I really enjoy the book. In new suspense type books I have to read the ending before finishing the book, and for very suspenseful books I end up skimming the non-essentials to get through quickly.
Now I tag Kerry,
The Kid and I,
She is such a funny kid.
G came running up to me saying "Mama, I can read, I can read." She had such joy and excitement in her eyes.
I said, "okay show me."
I opened her book she brought, Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You? and she said, "Mr. Brown." She was absolutely beeming. If I could have captured the radiance from her face it would have lit up a small country. She did this two more times and then came and said, "I can still read, mama, I dint forget."
I just love her.
I will post WW early this week. Sorry.
Monday, November 12, 2007
This morning she said, "Why do I wike sweepin' in your bed?"
I said with wishfulness, "I don't know?"
She said, "Well I guess it's comftable."
She asked me this morning if she could wear eye shadow and I told her she wasn't old enough. I also told her that I don't wear it because I am not old enough to which she replied, "Only Gwammie and Dandad are old enough?" Um sortof.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I woke up in the worst mood. I hate being awakened that way. Never mind the dog who does the same to me because that is miserable too. But to have both of them do it is just the cake's icing in a bad way.
Last night I tried to interest her in family videos, my family's early years. You know the silent ones? She wasn't interested in seeing Grammie and Grandad so young and not see any of her. So instead we watched the Sound of Music. Then when the "police men's" part came on she got a bath.
We will be taking a very long nap today. Wish me luck on that. She didn't sleep two hours yesterday and even got up out of the bed on her own after her nap. She doesn't do that often at all.
Now off to make coffee and walk to church. Looks like it is cold out but surely not after such a beautiful day.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I am so sure people thought I was kidnapping her. Finally she straightened up but then I had to carry her the rest of the time. I am exhausted but she is the one taking a nap. Oh well. She wasn't the only child melting down. Every time I saw one I would point him/her out and G would ask why that kid was having a melt down. I never knew.
Okay so it is going to be fairly warm and I will let her wear her t-shirt but we may bring our jacket too.
I will update the day with a few pics.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Off to load the bag o'tricks for the day.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
All tattoo-ed up and ready to go.
Well we had a very good time last night. G looked cute and had many compliments on the "original" idea.
I will claim it as very original however it was not original with me. I so stole her costume idea from a travel buddy of ours, M and her mom, B. They designed one last year, and I lifted the idea.