On the 4th of July the ceiling in the downstairs bedroom collapsed. I have been wanting to repair it for 5 months now and I can say that the ceiling is finally complete. I have been bugging the heck out of Jeff to finish the room for months now and after getting into a large argument this morning I took matters into my own hand and finished it myself. Spackling the ceiling is not hard, but I got a pain in my neck from looking up after some time. To be complete the room needs crown molding and curtains, and I hope it won’t take five months to get that done. So the “room we don’t speak of” is now “our den.” Yahoo!
Archive for November, 2006
busted
Yesterday my mom, Lance, and I went for a walk on the trail. It was so pretty and warm, I really do wish it would stay in the 70’s all year long. Anyways, after the walk we headed towards the store to see Jeff and find my mom a costume she needed for school at Goodwill. We stopped in to see Jeff and he was busy so we went on to Goodwill. We then stopped in again and asked him if he needed anything. He said he was hungry and so we made plans to get something to eat. Jeff offered to keep Lance while we were gone. I asked him if he was sure and he said, “yeah, we will watch the skaters out back.” We left and when we were walking up to the shop I could see through to the back door, and what did I see? There was Lance, but he wasn’t being held by Jeff. I went through the shop to find out what Jeff was doing. He was skateboarding! He had handed Lance off to a customer’s mom so he could ride! We were gone for 10 minutes, 15 minutes tops and he couldn’t entertain Lance for that long! I walked out back and when Jeff saw me I exclaimed, “busted!” What does any man do in this situation? He countered by saying that he had just handed him over just a minute before I got there, he hadn’t been riding for very long. Sure, Jeffrey, whatever you say. In Jeff’s defense, the woman who was holding Lance was a little more than a customer; her mother was my elementary school teacher and is friends with my mom, so she isn’t just some stranger. She also claimed that she had been asking Jeff if she could hold the baby, and her timing was perfect for making Jeff look bad. The funny thing is, my dad use to do the same thing to me, he would play rec basketball and would ask women in the stands to hold me while he played. Supposedly I once had a major diaper blowout while some nice bystander was holding me and dirtied my clothes and probably them too. Funny how history has a way of repeating itself, or maybe men just do the same thing, except no diaper blowout here.
me, mrs. 21th century woman
Today, I feel like a true 21th century woman, a working mom. Our adventures began this morning at 7:30 when my mom called to tell me that the jack russell, skip, escaped and she had to go to work and couldn’t catch him. So what does a faithful daughter do? Pack up her husband and child and chase after the dog for about half an hour around the neighborhood and through the woods. A neighbor was finally able to grab him and throw him in the car. We were rewarded by Charles, to breakfast. Since it was so pretty we took a walk and Jeff arrived at work an hour and half late, but it was nice to spend the morning together. Unfortunately, Lance took his nap during our walk and my plans to shower and blow leaves solo was shot. So what is girl to do when she is craving a clean yard? She becomes the 21th century woman who can care for her child and doesn’t rely on her husband for yard work. I put Lance in the hiking backpack and went a blowin’. It was hard having his weight on my back plus trying to hold the leaf blower which is pretty heavy, but we managed. The yard looks great and I feel really proud of myself. I can work and take care of my kid, am I good or what? I was really irritated because while blowing leaves I stepped in dog poo and it really irritates me when there is dog poo in our yard since we don’t have a dog. I am tempted to put a sign up in our yard that reads, “we don’t have a dog, we don’t want a dog, and we don’t want your dog in our yard.” I think it might be a little nicer to just continue the fence to keep dogs out since there are obviously inconsiderate people out there who don’t clean up after their dogs. Well after blowing the front and part of the side yard I had to run inside and get ready for work. We have been kind of busy today which is nice, I gripped two boards and Lance and I priced and put out some gloves that arrived. It is a beautiful day out and I wish it would never get cold, but if we want the business to stay afloat we need cold weather and snowboard sales. Bring on cold weather and Christmas shoppers!! Two weeks until Black Friday!!!
getting out there
Sunday we tried out Lance’s bicycle trailer. He looked very cute all enclosed in the trailer. He didn’t seem to know whether he liked it or not. He was very quiet on our bicycle ride and just sat in the trailer sucking his thumb. I can’t wait to try the trailer out again on some trails in the woods, hopefully he will enjoy the trailer more. Monday night was very noteworthy for me. I left Lance with his daddy and I went to my first dance class in years. I have always wanted to take a hip-hop dance class and after talking to the studio owner I decided to check this one out. It was a lot of fun to get away for the evening and do something for myself. The class was really hard, but fun. I realized that I have lost a lot of my flexibilty and strength. My head was spinning when I was trying to pick up the dance moves, but I hope it will get easier the more I go. Jeff said that while I was gone Lance was looking for me and was upset, though it breaks my heart, I know that if I don’t get out, I will be permanently attached to Lance and it will be impossible to ever get away. So in my quest to figure out who I am I can mark off dancer as one. I can’t describe how exciting it was to have my ballet shoes on and dancing. So on my mental list of likes and dislikes, dancing is a definite like. If I could I would love to take modern as well and join the Y to do pilates, but I need to be patient, maybe one day.
trying to figure it all out
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about who am I, really. What do I really like to do? I am also examining my motives, for example do I like something because it is what others like or that it is the opposite of what someone else might like. When it came to hobbies/ activities I don’t really know what I like to do anymore. I had to give up a lot because of time when I was teaching, mobility when I was pregnant, and time and energy now that I have Lance. I seemed to have forgotten who the real me is and what she likes and dislikes. I am Lance’s mommy and the person that everyone wants me to be. When I really start thinking about my motives for my likes, dislikes, hobbies, style, etc. I realize that they are based on other people’s opinion. For instance, I use to snowboard and I liked it, but I would have never snowboarded if Jeff didn’t so I got to thinking, do I only do it because Jeff does or because I really like it? Now I have gone snowboarding several times without him, but I do know if I really like it or do I like it because he does. I can’t answer that because I don’t know. I guess it really doesn’t matter because I think on some level everyone is influenced by others and do pure motives really even matter? Even though I am going round and round in a circle, the important thing is finding activities that I do like and finding time for myself and not being with Lance 24-7. My true self got lost when Lance arrived on the scene and I am trying to find out who she really is.
