Refrigerator Fun

To help K learn faces and names, I took some pictures and attached them to some magnetic paper. I'm no Martha, but K seemed entertained none-the-less.

Petting Zoo

ding, dong the bitch is gone!

the title says it all! I've also been "relocated" from the front office next to the lobby to my previous desk in the Sales Dept, which is actually a VERY good thing. I don't have to over-hear the drama from the Receptionist, R, or the nagging voice of co-worker, P, whose voice shoots up 3 octavs with every other word. I'm no longer on display for any clients that come in the lobby, nor am I someone to barge in on chat with while someone else is waiting to talk with one of the managers. It's a beautiful thing and I'm lovin' it! Hell to the F-in' YEAH!

Putting the Smack Down

Part-timer is going to get the smack down today...I hope she quits. She'll have to go 30 days w/o being late or abscent and she'll have to prove she's here or leaving for the day by checking in with Killjoy. I know I shouldn't be happy that it's gotten to this point and that if she quits my workload will increase, but honestly I'm thrilled. I wish I could be a fly on the wall in Killjoy's office. I'm that fed up w/ part timer that I'd pack up her shit and load it in her car for her. Believe me, that is pretty fed up for me.

Me

As in, "Give it to me". This is K's newest word and there is no doubt that he knows how to use it. Forget "mine" and being possesive. Its all about commanding that you'd better give (fill-in-the-blank) to him or else suffer the wrath of toddler K! So, if you're keeping track, he says "yes" (or "ass" depending on how well tuned your ears are) and "me". He hasn't said "yes" in a week or so, pretty much the time he figured out "me". Not sure if that's a good thing or not...

Out Like 70's Leisure Pants!

Remember the part timer “mess” I told you about a bit ago? Well guess who called in again?! Killjoy has reached her limit and I think part-timer is buh-bye! That sucks for me, or does it?! Hehe, I put together some options of how to re-assign some work etc and of course I mentioned some extra $ for me since I’d be doing more work. If they give me one quarter of her hourly wage as an increase, hell, I’ll put out a few dozen fires a day. Then they get the remaining three quarters back in the company “pocket”. It’d be nice if they’d just agree to that. That’d be a decent increase for me too. I made it look like it’d be a service to the company to re-assign stuff, etc. I may be a glutton for punishment, but I’m not THAT silly. : ) We’ll see if it flies. All I know is that part timer needs to go like leisure pants in the 70’s.

Like Fingernails Down a Blackboard...

Dear R It's pronounced Squ-AW-sh, not Squ-ORR-sh (aka Squash)and WAW-sh, not WOR-sh (aka Wash).

Dearest Little People

You have been scrubbed and sanitized so that whatever toddler offending, stomach-upsetting, vomit-inducing "thing" has been erradicated from your plastic bodies and knock-off hair. Of course I don't hold you solely responsible for the rankness in the air (and carpet), but you know the drill...ALL toys get it. You may go about your business in the morning. That is all. Can you guess how I spent my Saturday night???

Counting 1...2...2.5...2.999999999999997

One noodle into eating his dinner last night, K decided to have a mini-meltdown which consisted of cry-whining, leaning his head back so that he looked at the ceiling through squinted eyes. We had no idea what brought it on, but before I knew it I was leaning over near K's left ear, uttering the words: "I'm going to count to three and if you don't calm down, you'll go to your crib." Of course, that didn't work. I repeated it a second time, a third time... So I hesitantly started the countdown 1... 2... Here was the point where I so desperately wanted to count to two and a quarter, two and a half, two and...I just wanted to eat my dinner. I REALLY didn't want to have to get up, undo the seat strap and take K into his room, listen to him cry even more, try and ingnore it... 3... Holy shit, I made it to three! I got up out of my chair and as I made it over to K, he stopped his cry-whine and had a noodle in his hand, heading for his mouth. Literally, just as I got to his chair to undo the strap, he stopped. I love my son, but after that I gave him the biggest "you've got to be freakin' kidding me/go figure" eye-roll you could possibly imagine.

Gimmick or Good Idea?

I found these in a magazine and thought they looked like a good idea. That being said, good ideas for children are 80% gimmick to have parents throw money out the window. What sayeth the bloggers?

I Will Get You...

With my laser-beam eyes! K has discovered a new "look". LOL. I wouldn't have any idea where he learned that from....nope...isn't anything like how I look at J when he says something assinine...nope, not me...

*UPDATE* A Little This, A Little That & A Little Pot Calling The Kettle Black

I'm going to start with a mini-rant: BossLady (aka Killjoy - I'll be explaining this next) has been wound up over attendance. Not mine, but part timers and another full timer, P. I completely agree w/her opinion on part timer but she needs to be a bit more understanding of P. It's not that I get along well with P or anything, but I will say that she works her rear off when she's here, shows up early and may stay late if needed, etc. So P has had 3 "occurences" since mid-May. Not terrible, but still averaging 1x/month. I can understand BossLady's point, but at the same time she needs to look at the performance overall. So, last Thursday P got in a car accident. She is fine (as well as you can be), but you could tell BossLady was annoyed that P would be gone another 1-2 days. She was concerned about P, but still annoyed. Where is all of this going? Well, BossLady has had her share of missed days recently! In fact, she was sick over the weekend and didn't come in yesterday (Monday). So what we have here is the pot calling the kettle black. Maybe she will remember that things happen and everyone can't have perfect attendance - even her! I've also given BossLady the name, Killjoy, because she is exactly that! The main interstate in our area is undergoing construction and last Wednesday there was a third major accident that closed the interstate both ways. I wrote a comment into a local news station saying I wondered what would have to happen before the authorities would do something. A reporter, M, from the station called and wanted to do an interview. I said sure, why not and over my lunch hour I did a face to face with her. When it was over I went back in to finish my lunch and my boss was all concered that I did the interview in the parking lot and did they get the company name in there because that would be bad, etc, etc. Basically all the fun I had with the spur-of-the-moment interview was zapped out of me as she put the "fear of the President" in me. I asked her if I should let the President know and she said no, but acted all funny about it. I decided to hell with her and went to tell the President. I did it simply and told him I wanted to let him know about the interview so that he wouldn't be surprised by seeing his business on the news. Guess what?! He was cool with it and the next day he even complimented me on how well I did. Sooooooo, take that KillJoy BossLady! On lighter news, K is walking up stairs with help. He never did crawl up them, he always stood up, grabbed our hand for help, and just went. There is nothing graceful about his going up stairs yet, but it will come. J seems to think K calls me "Ommy" (mommy) but I'm not sure. He's starting to say "me" and "mine" but there's still work to do. Mostly it's m's and e's that are coming out, so perhaps it's wishful thinking on my part that they are actual words. LOL. *UPDATE* If you want to see me in all my glorious dorki-ness (re: the interview) then email me. If I "know" who you are, I'll send the link. If I don't, then piss off! :)

Sooooo...

Would you: A) Stay at current job and pursue a Master's degree knowing full well that part-timer will probably be fired within the month and work load will increase BUT you could do the job in your sleep with or without her so no big change there, as well as possibility of career advancement/bonus-incentive for taking on extra work is practically nil. However, the chance of maintaining a decent GPA in the Master's program is pretty good while working here because of being able to work online over lunch hour. OR B) For-go even thinking about a Master's degree and keep pursuing other opportunities, which may mean getting the degree may not be able to happen at all due to learning a new job and being with my family in the evenings. The degree program I'm thinking about is completely online and would take approx. 2 years, maybe a few months less. Just something I'm tossing about in my noggin this hotter than hell lovely Friday afternoon.

He's Eating What?

My little picky eater who requires almost everything to have cheese on it and turns away from anything healthy ate Fiber One cereal last night! I mix it in with yogurt for part of my lunch and was getting stuff ready for the next day and K saw me and instantly had to have some, so I put some on his plate not expecting him to touch it. So you're my witness, little man ate something healthy. For once! LOL!

Miscellaneous Stuff

I found Zany Mama's post interesting and decided to take the test myself. UPDATE: I didn't get to finish this post earlier, so here I am now. I think the "test" is pretty right on. I've known I was an introvert for a while but I didn't realize that I would score quite so high on the judging. Makes me look like I just criticize every little thing. After thinking about it, I guess I do. I don't know if that's a good thing, though. In a way it's bad because it could mean that I don't try and even be a little bit positive. I do try, albeit only 3/4 of the time. Being so "judging" could be good because I research things and don't take them at face value very often. I want to form my own opinion about someone or something. I'm not surprised at all by the "thinking" one. I work things out in my head a lot, hence the introvert too. What surprised me most is that on the chart I'm WAY over on the right for introvert and then WAY over on the left for everything else. It screams "extreme", no middle ground, no balance. I wonder if that means anything...

Learning A Bit More

K leaned to say "ah gah" (all gone) late last week and "uh-P" (up) last night. He thinks "up" is funny so every time I say it he laughs. He gets a kick out of turning the light switch on and off. He still needs practice with it, but it's entertaining him. We also got him a booster seat which he likes. No more high chair. I'm a bit sad about packing that up, but at the same time it makes it easier for him to sit at the table and eat with us. Thankfully no plates have been shoved off of the table, yet. He is boycotting the fork and spoons, though. I guess it's just easier to eat with fingers. K also has a fascination with the vacuum cleaner. He wants to help clean and have it out all the time. When we put it away, he gets upset. I have to laugh because in a few years I'm sure cleaning will be the last thing on his mind. LOL. We also switched daycares due to B retiring at the end of this year. I was really nervous about how he'd make the change, etc. R (new daycare) says he's doing well and sticks to his routine very well. I was relieved to hear that. I haven't gone into much detail on here about some of the concerns that were coming up with B, but it came down to her not keeping him on his routine which was turning him into a little monster. He was fighting with the other kids, coming home exhausted and whiney. It was getting to be too much. We wanted to wait until closer to the end of the year but we just couldn't. In the end, it was better for him (and us) and it's nice to not get the "what he did wrong today" report when we pick him up.

Feet & Forks

We are now, well K is now wearing his third pair of shoes since last Spring. Three Tres Trois Drei a trí He's averaging a new pair every 2 months! I'm glad that he's growing, but Yikes! And now something that has absolutely nothing to do with feet: K has made progress with eating with a fork. He's not graceful with it, but he can get it to his mouth onces the food has been prodded, poked, stabbed is on it. Every day is something new and it blows my mind how much he picks up. Of course, there are other things that he's still working on like putting the rings back on his ring stacker and putting the shapes into his shape sorter. He can take those things apart in mere seconds, however putting them back together..... maybe it's a boy thing?! LOL.

Fifteen All Over Again

Went to the DR yesterday re: my bizarre uppper lip. He believes it's hormonal and gave me some things to try. If it doesn't clear up (or gets worse) then we take the next step which is going off the pill. When I asked DR. F about whether I should stop taking the pill and he said: "No, that'll lead to pregnancy." He was very funny about it and we shared a little chuckle. However, my brain was yelling at him "Not if you knew my luck." So anyway I'm 15 all over again, only instead of sporadic zits, my skin is changing color.