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| Friday, December 16, 2005 |
| The Downward Slope |
You know how things usually start looking up for the day once the work whistle sounds? Well at least most days, well I had one of those down days yesterday. However I have to be thankful that the downer was on a Thursday and not my precious Friday.
So here's the deal, leaving work at 3:49 I made record time getting from work to the new super-huge Costco ( pulled in @ 4:09) where I was to meet my Mom for my last bit of Christmas shopping. Me not being the tag-along to the Member I couldn't go inside and wait for her. Thinking that she would arrive shortly after me I waited outside the door for her . . . waited and waited I did in the freezing cold wind. Luckily I had a sweater on, my sweater has a habit of shedding so I couldn't wear my long jacket over it. 20 minutes later she arrives to a frozen me. Apparently she failed to mention that she was going to drop off a friend first.
Moving on we quickly grabbed all gifty things needed on my list. 1 princess bike w/training wheels, 1 tinkerbell jewelry box & 1 60's compilation cd set later we were out the door and on our way. Now in my warm car off to pick my daughter up from the sitter my mood brightens, even after I write the $120 bi-monthly check to make sure my daughter can come back next week without my sitter being mad at me.
Next we were off to my parent's storage unit, now it was around 5:30. Good and dark, and still very cold. Though our unit is inside and not exposed to the wind oddly enough the company doesn't keep the units or hallways warmed. And me still in my sweater gets to sift thru a storage unit that my dad had reorganized (meaning my 3-4 Christmas boxes where not where I left them). Add to that my brother & his wife's large amount of overflow from their unit near by and you have me very frustrated. Oh I missed the best parts, you know how everyone has that ONE box of breakables. You know all those old music boxes and porcelain figurines that you collected from past birthdays when you were little. That wax dipped hand holding a rose your first true love bought you at the fair, you know the one who later not only broke but stomped your heart to pieces. Why is it always that box that falls apart sending it's contents all over the place when you move it. The wax hand was crushed, as was at least 2 porcelain music boxes. One was just decapitated, the second . .. the poor ballerina broke into about 20-30 pieces . . . tried not to look to closely cause she meant so much to me. Oh did I mention I have my 4 year old with me. Yup the one who's been sick since last weekend. Luckily she's dressed nice and warm, unlike me. So 45 minutes later I found only 2 boxes, my Christmas tree stand no where in sight. I haven't a clue where my other 1-2 boxes went to.
So we were off to the store, spent another 15 minutes trying to look for the tree stands. It took the second employee to finally take me to the stands. And even he was amazed at how few there were left. After grabbing a quick bite my daughter and I made it home by 7:30. So much for putting Melman up tonight, or decorating. We slipped into a jammas, Anna curled up in a winter blanket on my floor as we watched a movie of her choice. Oddly enough neither of us had a problem falling asleep at 9:45.
Hopefully today will turn out a lot better.
Question of the Day: Why is it always too cold or too hot. What happened to just right? |
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| Wednesday, December 14, 2005 |
| Being a Good Example |
As time goes on I find it harder and harder to figure-out when the example I set for my daughter is a good or a bad one. I know we all have times when we're cranky, lazy or just plain old exhausted ,and it's at those times we usually take the easiest path. I'm talking about about other things . . . let me explain.
Sunday evening, roughly 90 minutes before sunset my family set out on the great Christmas Tree hunt. We needed 2 trees, one for my house and one for my parent's house. Since my brother and his wife are currently shopping for a house they are borrowing a room at my parents house. And though my little brother spends most of his time 45 minutes south he still has a room at the house. So there were 5 adults voting on one tree and then little old me searching for my tree.
As usual I broke off from the group, opting to search out a noble rather then the kind my parents always get (spacing on the name at the moment . . for some reason an outdoor school song is running thru my head about a Douglas fir so I can't think of the one my parents like) . . . anyways. My daughter was with my Dad as I spread out over the vast acreage of tree farm. I have a habit of covering a lot of ground quickly, which also took me up hill. When I came across the first tree that caught my interest a name popped into my head (David) don't know why but it was there. So I spoke to the tree and called him David, not liking him I passed a few more possibilities. Then there was Peter, I liked Peter even though he wasn't the Noble I was looking for. I marked him with a long hanging twig and started to make my way towards the others (making sure to stay in the row Peter was in. But then it happened, I found Melman. A tall, not too awkward Noble.
I was stuck, I called for reinforcements (Mom) to take a look at the two since she had branched off from the group. She looked at Melman and then we walked up the hill to see Peter. My daughter came with us to check him out, Mom liked him and called for the others to check him out.
I grabbed the hand saw from my Dad before making the trek with my daughter to Melman. Yes I told her the tree's name was Melman, after a while she called out to him to let him know that we were looking for him. We cut him down and took him home, he's currently out on our porch till I get my tree stand out of storage.
Yesterday my daughter informed her Sitter that our tree was called Melman. I thought it was funny because then she made the comment about needing to name her tree to. Since her house is full of kids during the day.
Question of the Day: Is it a good or bad example for your child to talk to inatiment (sp?) objects? We name and talk to stuffies, but what about other things like Christmas Trees? |
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