Damn I can't wait!!!!!! I miss all my SATC friends. They were just as excited as I am about this movie but we've all lost contact. :( I miss them.

I need some new SATC friends to gush about this with.

Did I say I CAN'T WAIT!!!! lol

My youngest brother travelled to Alabama to visit my uncle this week. I was charged with taking his two daughters to school Monday and Tuesday mornings. I had no idea what in the world you all had to deal with getting kids off and out to school every morning. My goodness.

First let’s start with Monday morning. They spent the night with my brother’s fiancée and I picked them up from her house. The youngest one (aged 9) comes out of the bathroom still in her pajamas. I said, “Girl! Where in the world are your clothes?” “I don’t know.” she says. Apparently she forgot to pack them in her little bag the day before. So I had to drive her to her house, have her change her clothes then get her off to meet her school bus. I pick them up after school and bring them to my house to spend the night! Yippeeee!!! Quality time with my babies! Let’s start with the fact that these little rug rats (aged 9 and 13) were in no mood to go to bed at 11:00pm. Mind you we had to get up at 5:15am to get off on time. I don’t think you heard me… 5:15 AM!!! Once I coerced them into bed after pleas of “I’m not sleepy.” “Can I finish this game?” “Can I have some juice?” it was all good. In the midst of all this my brother called and asked if the girls did their homework. Homework? Oh yeah. Ummm, kids still get that don’t they? DRATS!

The alarm blared at 5:15 almost making me jump out of my skin. Damn! We JUST laid down.

I walk into their room to wake them and of course I had to yank them out of bed and drag them across the floor by their feet into the bathroom across the hall because gentle pleas of “Come on girls. It’s time to rise and shine.” And then moment’s later, returning to the room, “Come on girls. Time to get ready for school.” just were not working.

Once I check for the 20th time that they were indeed up and out of bed I proceeded to get myself ready for work. Once we were all dressed I had to tell them 5 times to make up their bed before we left. I went into the bathroom they were using and put their wash clothes into the dirty clothes hamper and take their toothbrushes to them because they were surely about to leave them in my bathroom at my house.

Then, once all of that madness was over we had to load up my truck with their clothes and book bags and games and such. Oh my!

We get in the car and it dawns on me, 'I can’t send these girls off to school without breakfast.' You see, breakfast didn’t even enter my mind…until we were in the car the next morning on the way to school. So we make a beeline to McDonalds and get them some of that greasy goodness that will surely get their day started off just right.

Oh, yeah…you parents have my complete respect and admiration for doing this crap EVERY FREAKIN DAY!

This question popped in my mind this morning as I was perusing blogs and reading. There is a blogger I am pretty fond of but reading his posts as of late have really turned me off. It's made me look at him in a negative light because of some of the things he's written.

Well, this guy posts and he posts and he posts. But no one really comments on his posts. He writes as if others are reading and commenting but no one is commenting.

It made me think. If I blogged and no one read my blog would I continue to write? If the answer is no then who am I really blogging for?

When I first started blogging, it was with the intention of chronicling personal aspects of my life. Pretty much like a diary but it would be online so I wouldn't run the risk of my friends and family reading it. Then it evolved into interacting and writing for those that actually read my blog.

Because no one in my personal life reads this I can be completely free to write what I feel but I get such a thrill when I receive comments that now I don't know if I would blog without an audience. Wierd. I don't know.

Who do you blog for? If no one commented on your blog would you still write?

OK, so the neighbors dogs surprisingly have been pretty quiet the last few days. Could it be the cyanide I put in their food bowl? LOL Just kidding. The dogs have been quiet but now I have another annoyance to deal with.

Someone's car alarm SCREECHES at least seven times every damn morning! What is that about? If you have a tricky or malfunctioning car alarm, do us all a favor and DON'T SET THE DAMN THING. Geesh!

These people are about to really make me go postal.

That's right I said it. I am jealous as hell of all you bloggers that have actual interesting blog fodder to post about daily.

I mean really. Some of you have some really terrific, fun filled lives and can actually post something new daily in your blog.

There are times when things get crazy for me then there are times , like now, when things are pretty quiet. Those quiet times don't exactly make for good blog read.

I do have to report though that I have to go to Alabama next weekend, however. No it's not for pleasure or anything like that (Who the hell would go to Alabama for a fun time anyway? HAHAHA). My uncle (father's brother) is terminally ill and apparently not feeling up to par these days. My mother and I want to go see him so we are flying down next Friday. My brothers are going down this week. There is no way in hell I could make that 13-15 hour drive. UGH!

It's pretty sad that he is in the state that he's in. He's a really great guy. He flew all the way up to Baltimore in 1995 to give me away at my wedding.

This weekend was pretty low key. I did nothing Friday and Saturday. I called my best friend and told her I was coming over to visit her on Sunday and see the baby. I hadn't seen her new baby in several months and I was beginning to feel like a terrible friend. She decided to cook me breakfast so we sat in her dining room and ate breakfast and talked over tea while the baby slept. It was really nice. Once the baby awoke I picked him up and played with him for awhile. He is the cutest little thing. He is only 7 months and growing like a weed. I am a little concerned though because his forehead is beginning to protrude a bit and it has me worried. I hope and pray he's ok. He was born severely premature (at 24 weeks) and 1 lb. He stayed in the hospital in the NICU for about 3 months or so.

After breakfast I ran a few errands then later that evening I met a friend for dinner. It was cool except my friend was over the top friendly with our waiter. First of all, she practically demanded this guy wait our table even though it wasn't even in his section. He did it though. He was a really nice guy. She was just harassing the poor kid. It was embarrassing. She requested his manager come over before we even received our meal to tell him how great she thought our waiter was. Okkkkaaaaayyyy. Anyway she then decides she wants to hook him up with a co worker she thinks would be great for him. Then she kept saying how she couldn't date a child, referring to the fact that he was only 22 and she was 40. Whatever. Weird. If it doesn't make sense to you then you are not alone because the whole exchange didn't make sense to me either.

As she was eating her salad she found a piece of shrimp. She brought this to our waiters' attention and asked for a free desert because he previously mentioned he bought an earlier table a desert for some mishap with their meal. I couldn't believe her.

Well when the check came and we divided it among our respective credit cards the waiter placed her desert on MY card instead of making it gratis or at least charging it to her since she was the one that ate it and not me. I just paid it without making a big fuss. Bananas.

Then I left dinner and went to visit mom. She was in the dining room eating dinner so things were cool. After she finished we boarded the elevator to go upstairs to her room. When the elevator doors opened on her floor and she proceeded out she ran down this poor little old lady standing there waiting to board with her motor scooter. I couldn't believe her. LOL Mom just turned around and kept it moving. Never uttering a single word to this poor lady. I excused us and apologized profusely. I felt so bad. She wasn't hurt or anything but it could have been ugly.

As you can see Sunday was crazy. LOL

UPDATE: The Analyst is still living with me. Every time it's a good time for him to leave something happens to prevent it. He is looking for a job in NJ or PA which suites me just fine as I want him to leave in a major way so I think this firing happened for a reason. Its what he need to finally move away from here. I'm keeping my fingers crossed he finds something really fast so he can leave. I'm still being very supportive though.

 

Well...not much going on with me per se. Life is moving right along and I am loving it right about now.

The Analyst received some pretty shattering news yesterday. He was fired from his job. He felt it was coming. There was tension and behind the back talking and he was even written up by his manager. I feel really bad for him because he is mad, scared, ashamed and a whole host of other emotions all wrapped up in one. He is worried about how he will pay his bills and its a valid concern because he has some pretty mountainous bills not to mention child support to his ex wife.

Unemployment is a complete joke. Who in the world can survive off of $380 a week? I mean come on. Not when you are used to making upwards of $75K a year. Some things will clearly have to go by the wayside and I feel bad for him.

He is scouring head hunters and job boards now trying to find something as soon as possible and I pray he does...for his sake.

Although our future together is none existent as chronicled in this blog I still feel compelled to try and help as much as possible but there is only so much I can do to be honest so we'll see how this thing pans out.

I just feel really bad for him but trying to put on a brave front for him that every thing's going to be OK. I'm not really sure exactly what to do in this situation but I'll wing it I supposed.

On a brighter note, mom seems to be flourishing in her new assisted living apartment. I am so happy about that you have no idea. There is such a load lifted from my shoulders now that she's taken care of. She even managed to go downstairs for a social meet and greet for an hour yesterday. Hot damn! LOL