He just informed me that he believes that he only knows 2 Ministry songs. *GASP* How can that be?! I have been trolling YouTube making him listen to songs for the past hour or so. The teen just came down to tell me that the 5 year old is not sleeping.
"I walked to him and he said 'when is mom coming by me?' and I said, ' huh, Jesus Built My Hotrod is playing.'"
She's glad her dad made me turn down the tunes. I'll be purchasing at least one CD as road trip music to get my man ready to dance. And now, I am TOTALLY psyched. I am so old - he was laughing at the first couple of album songs that were my favorites in the '80s.
Yeeha! Friday I drive to IL with my husband and brother for Mother's Day weekend. We are seeing Ministry in concert at the Chicago House of Blues Friday night and I'm currently between emails and cell phones getting plans cemented for the weekend:
Possibly eat at HOB before concert? Do we hire a vehicle for safe driving, or just pile into a bunch of cars and designate our drivers? We are ALL going to the EXIT after the concert to relive our slam dancing days and just plain old moshing some more!!! Going out for Czech food Saturday night - need more plans from there.
I got a cool new do with highlights yesterday and I feel sassy! BUT, I used the wrong product today and looked a little football-helmety for a little while. I'll do better tomorrow.
My 5 year old son called out to me this afternoon and made me smile so wide! "Mom!! Do you know that you're sexy?" HAHA!! OMG, that kids cracks me up! I thanked him and folded the towels.
I just might buy an outfit from HotTopic to wear to the concert. 'Cause my 9 year old son told me yesterday that my haircut makes me look about 10 years younger ! ! HA AGAIN! Do these comments mean that I'm doing something right or something wrong with those little boys?
I'm not going on a long, far away trip - but I am up for any photo treasure hunts that you all are interested in from the Windy City!
Have a great night - do you think it's done raining, or are we gonna get a storm?
I am joining Colleen L on the 3-day walk for MS. I find it so interesting that she has found her connection to MS outside of personal, direct experience with the disease. I think that it speaks loudly of her character that she can understand this disease and bring it home with other experiences that are not exactly the same, but can be related to each other on a very basic level.
I wish that was why I support the MS Society. My dad was diagnosed with MS when I was in 8th grade. I remember that my Texan cousin had come up north to Chicago (!) for the 1st time ever and my dad took the 2 of us and my brother sledding all afternoon. It was really cold and fun. My dad laughed and kept imitating my cousin's southern accent, repeating her mantra that day every time she tried to climb back up the hill: "Ah cain't dew it!"
Starting that night, my dad started having numbness on one side of his face. He hadn't been wearing a hat all afternoon and just chalked it up to, boy that was foolish! Now I made myself so cold that I have facial numbness! But the wierd feeling didn't go away. In fact, I think he had it for weeks.
This was before MS was something most people had heard of. It was before MS became easier to diagnose. It was also before there was any medication to take that might just have a chance to alleviate the symptoms. He was in the hospital for weeks before they pinpointed a diagnosis - and then we really didn't know what it meant or what was going to happen.
My dad played bass in a band when we were growing up. He could also play lead guitar, piano & had an opera trained voice. He was the lead in many plays that I saw - including when he was in college. He was the parent my brother & I were afraid to make angry and could crack up over potty humor with. Now, he can't play any instruments, his voice is not strong in singing and he has a lot of trouble reading - can't see the pages very well and can't keep track of what he has read.
Our family is very lucky. He can walk and talk (although he may not remember that he talked with you 1/2 an hour ago). He laughs at himself and says things like, "Funny, I don't recall doing that!" with a smirk when my mom gets irritated that he did something incorrectly or something foolish. He is still with us, but he is not the Dad that raised me at all. He is a new dad that sometimes makes me miss the old one.
So, thanks Colleen and anybody else that supports MS through walks, rides or donations. I am tearing up right now because I want the dad from my childhood back. And because I do still have my dad, but I can't really have a lot of the conversations that I thought we'd have when I became an adult. He has trouble connecting the thoughts in his head to the nerves that control his talking. He can't always hold a complete conversation with me.
When I see him on Thursday afternoon, I am giving him a great big hug because I still can.
Just over 2 years ago I quit working outside of our home. A big scary decision. What I have learned over time is that when I do something - I really own it. It becomes personal. I have to do the best I can and that usually means it becomes part of me. I tend to do too much for a person with 4 kids at home. So, I had to own my family instead of my job.
But staying home didn't end up meaning that I had more time on my hands. Sometimes, it means I have less. Where to draw the line?
This school year, I am cochairing our elementary school carnival. I've done event planning in my "you'll get paid for this" life and really enjoy it all - thrive on it! This is a big event. We generally have 2,000 attendees. Our goal is to raise at least $6,000 for the school through this. And now it's winding up. Carnival day is May 16 and presales have started. And now, my husband is voicing his opinion of my choice for volunteering this year.
"I need to look into how we can write off the time you've put in working on this." "You were home more when you were working." "Let me guess, Carnival again." "I can't believe how much time this is taking up!" etc. etc.
A friend just gave me a job ad for a PT position (marketing). 18 hours/week is what they claim. Need somebody that can work from home. Pay, nothing much to talk about - but more than the "thank you" and smiles of appreciation will bring in for buying gas and groceries. My husband is totally supportive of me doing what I really want to. But, I can tell that he is interested in getting some caching! for the time that is being taken away from the home by me.
What to do? Not sure. Maybe I need to wait until after Carnival to move in any direction . . .
That's the question a friend of mine came back at me with when I was visiting her store and told her that she should be amazed by my dazzaling smile since I just came from the dentist, but not by my gums. I really need to floss.
The dentist is not a scary thing for me, just another boring task that I HAVE to do - like filling the car with gas. I do have other things to do!! I really try to be a good oral hygene girl, but honestly I have other things going on!
While I was reclyned and getting cleaned, I had plenty of time to ponder: Wow, you must really be detailed oriented to be a dental hygenist, I think I have already gotten bored of working in my mouth and I'm just lying here! Why do I have a dentist? Really, the hygenist does the work and tells me what to do - or is it 'cause my teeth are healthy that I think that? Are my gums REALLY that bad? If this was 70 years ago and I was this age, would my teeth have already fallen out? How bad is bad in today's dental world? Why don't I just floss daily? I know it's healthy and good for me - I excercise more regularly, but no to flossing - hmmm. And, isn't dental like the health insurance ghetto of America?!
I have to check to see if my dentist (the office I had to switch to because of insurance) is still actually going to be a provider through this insurance starting in October or if I have to switch again. Maybe it's because I really have no idea what they are talking about with the teeth. At least I have a general idea with the rest of my health, but the teeth! They could tell me to scrape my teeth with a squirrel and I wouldn't know the difference!
