Archive for life
I was just cleaning up some websites, and here I am on this one. I’m going to leave it up, but I’ll let this post be a little update. I like bullet lists, so here we go:
- The girls, Becca and Chloe, are about to turn 10 and 8. I’m no longer a soccer mom, but the girls have been taking drum and guitar lessons for about a year.
- We still have the restaurant, Downey’s House, and it is doing well
- I’ve become a life and business coach. Go check out my website
- I’ve stopped working on t-shirt designs, but all my old designs are still selling.
- I haven’t gotten any younger
- I may come and post some kid related stuff here. Maybe. I’m contemplating.
As I was playing my favorite game on Facebook (Bejeweled Blitz), I came across an ad on the side of the page. THIS was the ad:
Let me just say, that it got my attention. It DEFINITELY got my attention. But, um, HELLO!?!?!?! Looking at that mean, Exorcist-looking face does NOT make me want to become a social worker. Not in one year, and not in ten years. Now, as I look at that photo, I’m imagining that the photographer just told that sweet (she probably really IS sweet, and not evil) little girl to make the scariest monster face she could. And that’s great.
But the sepia tones, added with the ad for becoming a social worker, makes the whole thing just creepy. I did not click on the link. For two reasons…the first reason would be that I very, very, very, very rarely will click on a Facebook ad. And if I do, it’s only the ones that go to another Facebook page. Secondly, I was afraid that the devil himself might jump right out of my laptop if I clicked there.
OK, just needed to share. What’s the weirdest Facebook ad you’ve seen?
Yesterday I followed through (sort of) on something that I’ve been meaning to do for about eight years.
When I was pregnant with Becca, I went through the normal tests and such that are associated with being pregnant. Somewhere along the line, I found out that my blood type was O negative. After my c-section, one of the nurses had mentioned that I should give blood, because type O blood can be given to anybody (Well, O negative can be given to anybody who is ‘negative.’). At that point in time I told myself that yes, I would donate blood. It’s just the right thing to do, and I remember when I was younger that my father donated blood all the time.
So, last week I made an appointment. I headed to the Central Blood Bank office to give my share. I realize that it had taken a long time for me to follow through on this. But, oh well…such is life. I was getting around to it now. And it’s not like I have a fear of needles, or blood, or anything medical. The only thing I can’t do is watch them actually put the needle in my skin.
I did what I was supposed to do…I ate breakfast, drank plenty of water, and had a good attitude. After I finished up the medical questions, all of which I passed with flying colors, I was ready to go. The nice girl sat me in a chair and prepped me. As she was checking out my veins, I told her that I had some previous problems with nurses finding exactly where to take blood. She assured me that it shouldn’t be a problem, and found a nice vein in my right arm. She stuck the needle in (and no, I didn’t look), and off we went. First they have to fill up three vials of blood (not sure why), and then they move onto the donation bag. The three vials came out just fine. They hooked up the bag, and it started to fill.
But then, it stopped.
It was like my body decided that it needed whatever was left in there. She poked the needle around, trying to get it to start again. Unfortunately, I watched that. Bad decision on my part. I got a huge head rush, and mentioned it. They laid me back and put an ice pack on my chest. They tried a bit more to get that blood flowing, but no go. This sweet girl apologized that I would probably have a big, pretty bruise there. She said that my veins were just small. Meh, bruises aren’t a big deal. They fed me some diet Pepsi and cookies, and told me that I could try again in 56 days.
I guess I will try again. I felt bad that I couldn’t actually follow through on this plan. If it doesn’t work the next time, then I guess I’m just keeping my blood to myself
Photo courtesy of RebeccaLK’s Flickr photostream
Tony and I really have fun with the kids. Mad torturing skillz? We haz ‘em.
Last night we told Chloe that if she had been a boy, her name was going to be Cletus. Tony kept saying stuff about chewing tobacco and missing teeth. It COMPLETELY got a rise out of her, so we just kept calling her Cletus. She started screaming, with extreme passion in her eyes, “My name’s not Cletus!!!” Finally, she broke down, yelled at Tony, and said “It’s on like Donkey Kong, Dad.”
After a few kid punches and her being held upside down, Tony asked, “OK, you really wanna fight? You wanna fight?” She, of course, said yes. Then Tony said a line that I’VE never heard before, but I guess he used to say it when he was a kid. It was: “Well then climb up my ass and fight for air.”
I about lost it. It just struck me as so darn funny, that I couldn’t stop laughing. Tears STREAMED down my face. That, of course, got Tony laughing. Hard. The kids really had no idea why we were laughing so hard, but they joined in too.
It was exactly what we needed. These winter blahs were broken, even if it was only for fifteen minutes.
Just like many other Pittsburghers, I’m about done with winter. Just sayin.
I keep looking at the ten day forecast to see if I have a 45 degree day to look forward to (sad, but true). You wanna know what’s even more sad? I don’t have a 45 degree day to look forward to. But, I have plenty of other things to keep my mind off the weather.
My classes started on Monday. They’re both online, two programming classes. One is Visual Basic and the other is Java. The Java book? It’s gigantic. I think it weighs more than Chloe. So, just another thing to do during the day.
Every day that I’m on the new laptop, I discover something else that I don’t have on it. Yesterday, it was the font I use for Downey’s House stuff. Not a big deal, took me 2 minutes to find it, download it, and install it. But I’m always wondering…”what do I need to download today?” I never thought I’d be so busy without having a regular 40-hour-a-week job. I’m at the restaurant 3 or 4 days a week, but that’s only for about 3 hours at a time. The rest of the stuff gets done from my kitchen table. But then there’s mom stuff…girl scouts and cookie sales, volunteering at school (which, for me, means orchestrating the Valentine’s Day party for Chloe’s class and helping once a week with computer class), homework, baths, signing up for softball (mental note: do that this weekend), cleaning up messes. I’ve been making a bit (just a bit) of regular money from my websites, so there’s maintenance to do on that.
Is there somewhere I can buy a couple more hours in the day? Please?
But I’m not complaining…not one bit. How awesome is it that we have our own business? It’s awesome that I don’t HAVE TO HAVE a 40-hour-a-week job. It’s awesome that we have two great kids and we can afford to do all this extra stuff with them. And if my house looks a little messy? Well, it’s still awesome.
So, dammit, have an awesome January day.