This time of the year is so busy for us. Last week we had the book fair at our school. I was co-chairperson. We had to set up and run the fair. Most of the time volunteers were actually running it during the day but I had to fill in were their was not a volunteer. On Friday we packed up the entire shebang in an hour. We were flying. Last night I had to go to three different stores looking for a pumpkin for my son's activities at school today. I hate waiting until the last minute but seem to do it every time. Today I will be spending my day at the school helping with the fall celebration. We cannot say Halloween. How did we ever live as kids just celebrating the holidays as they are meant to be and not worrying about being politically correct. Tonight is Halloween and we should have about 100 trick-or-treaters. Then Monday is the Sock Hop. I will type more about that later.
Yesterday we went shopping in the morning and then watched one of my favorite movies "For the Boys" Today we went shopping and then watched football. My beloved Patriots won again. The next couple of weeks are going to be very busy so it was nice to have a stress free weekend. This week is the book fair at our school. Since I am co-chairperson I have to pick up the slack. I have to work as a para for Monday and Tuesday. My husband is going to help when he can. Then is Halloween. I opened my mouth and put my self in a no-win situation at school. Long story short. I have to make a party happen where it is going to be difficult. Then is the Sock Hop at the school. My husband is the person in charge. He has done more this year than last. I am not sure I agree with many of his decisions but "he is in charge" as he has pointed out to me. He is very scary when he feels he is in charge. He thinks that means he answers to no one. He doesn't ask opinions, he doesn't care. I don't know, I just don't think that is the way to run things. I personally think you should make your valuable people feel like they have a say. Our current PTO president runs things like my husband. He hates it. But of course he doesn't see that in himself. The Sock Hop is very stressful because of my husbands attitude. I said I would take care of volunteers and that was it. So far, so good but I just know that when the final seconds arrive he is going to be screaming to me to "help" him get things done. He waits for the last minute for everything. Always has.... Always will.
My friends and I wanted to climb the mountain again but I don't think that is going to happen. I tried to get my husband to go for a bike ride or climb this weekend. He is just a very inactive person. I have always been very active and I see that side of my sliding away and some days that really bothers me. My husband is much older than I. Most of the time that age difference does not affect us. Sometimes it is a HUGE problem.
After living in this house for eight years and using an old Monkey Wards oven, we finally purchased a new range and microwave. Several months ago the door started falling off the microwave. Every time you closed the door a new piece would break off. I thought that "maybe" those micro waves might be leaking out every time we used the thing. I went back and forth with the stainless look. Yes I love the look but it is so hard to keep clean. The gentlemen talked me into the look because we bought some new thing where it is just "painted" to look stainless. They arrived Wednesday night to install. Ran into a problem. The stove we had was shorter or the microwave was smaller or something like that. Anyway they could not install both the range and the microwave because they would have been too close together and the stove would have melted the microwave. They recommended removing the cupboard above and raising the microwave. The arrived back last night at 7 pm to do the job. Now if you know this family we are in PJ's at 4 pm at the latest. That was tuff. At 9 pm I gave up and took my son in our room to read. That didn't last long both of us were very tired. By 9:20 we were asleep. My husband said the handy men didn't leave until 10:30. Can you imagine. Installing appliances until 10:30 at night. I am spoiled with my "any time I want" job. The end result is it looks good but I cannot get their darn fingerprints off the range and microwave. So much for the new painted look.
I have already posted more pictures of my son with his pets than we have seen of my husbands son with his first born child. Ohhh remind me again why I don't want someone like that in our everyday lives. Remind me why I won't hop on a plane and spend hundreds of $ to visit. Remind me again why I don't trust someone like that to EVER stop playing games.
Eugene finally came out of the log she has been hiding in all day. I decided to take her out and let my son play with her. (Jack comes out a lot more often just because he likes to hide in the cave and it is easy to remove him. Eugene has only been out a couple of times since we got her.) My son had her on his leg and was talking so sweet to her and she jumped down and ran so fast right to his dresser. Both my son and I dove to try to catch her but it was too late. Both of us went into total panic mode because my son was suppose to be in bed and my husband didn't know I had let him get back out to play with the gecko. I took the drawer out hoping that I would not squish the gecko doing so. No Eugene. I ran to the kitchen to get the flash light. I had a funny feeling that we had seen the last of her. Once they get into the baseboards forget it. While I was running to the kitchen my son found a flashlight in his room and started calling "Eugene" and looking into the hole the drawer had come out of. He found her under the next drawer. I slowly removed that drawer. No Eugene. Total panic had set in on both of us. "C" took the flashlight and continued to call her. Sounds silly but what else can you do. Finally he spotted her again climbing up the wall of the dresser. He tried to grab her as I was screaming at him "let me do it!" and pulling him away. He was able -no thanks to me- to captured Eugene and back in the cage she went with a scolding from both of us. We will definitely have to be much more careful with Eugene. Jack is starting to get used to us.
I will be taking tomorrow off to go the the Manchester Airport to await the arrival of Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton. I just wonder what time they will arrive. I know for a fact they will be here because of the recent shooting involving a white police officer and a black suspect. You can read the entire story here.
My sons geckos have decided they will only eat the crickets. No mealworms for them. One did eat a mealworm and could not digest the silly thing. It came out the other end whole and he/she had a very hard time with it. I had to help. Then my neighbor scared me and asked if I was sure that is what it was because the sex organs are internal. I hope I didn't pull his little willy out of him. I would think it would not come off as easily as this did.
They do not like to be handled. My son loves to have them out of their cage but they just seem to hate it. Hopefully if he plays with them every night they will get used to it.
Hey finally, 4 months later and we are just now seeing the very first pictures of father and son.
Dad looks like such a proud Daddy. He is just so full of smiles and pride. It brings tears to your eyes.
While we are on this subject...... If dad is so sucessful and rich, maybe he could pay us the money his business has owed us since June. Just a thought. I know I know you didn't get an invoice. I guess that means you don't have to pay.
we have geckos. They are so cute. My son named them Eugene Meltzner and Jack Sparrow. Let's see if any of you knows who Eugene Meltzner is? The gecko on the top is Jack and the bottom is Eugene. I am sure your day is complete.
Does it help to tell people you know how they feel? Does it help to say you are in the same situation? Do they really want to hear it? Rarely are the situations exactly the same. I know that I don't really tell too much about my personal life to others. It almost always comes back to haunt you at one point or another.