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Tuesday, November 06, 2007 2 weeks? Seriously?!?!?!? Where does time go? I just don't understand what happens to it. It's not like I'm an all important person and I am busy every second of every day. I guess that life basically gets in the way regardless. I work everyday then go home try to take care of the up keep (cleaning) on the house, cook dinner and help out the Hubby working on the remodeling. Ohh God, the remodeling has taken on a fucking life of its own!! Started our with a new bathroom upstairs, ballooned into a new wider & improved front door to a full 1st floor remodel. Just fucking kill me now! We re-drywalled much of the living room, have decided to lay hardwood floors thru the living room, up the stairs and around the balcony. But, before we can do that we want to install wains coating up the stair wall. Hubby is building this from scratch like he did in the kitchen 2 yrs ago. Weekend before last Mikey & I ripped the carpet off the stairs so wht walls could be started. I vacuum regularly, I am in no way a slob or dirty person however, there was so much dirt under the pad I swear it was a 1/4 inch deep in places I kid you not! The carpet is about 20 years old, but still...ewwww! I now have been fighting a sinus infection thanks to the dirt & dust. YEAH for me! This is truly gonna kill me. Ugg, no wonder I haven't written & have been only stalking you for 2 weeks! Well news on Mikey. He's still home and everything seems to be going fairly smoothly. School has been a pain in the ass. The asshole principal has been dealing me nine kinds of fits! I finally got in touch with the 2 priests and explained the whole situation. Mikey then went in and talked to them. In the end they overturned the principals ruling and Mikey started back at school last week. That was a large weight lifted off us. Basically everything seems to be working out fine and back to normal....thank God! EA: who hopes to post again before another 2 weeks is up! lmao 
family update First off let me say that all of you guys are pretty amazing. Thank you sooooo much for your words of encouragement. Believe me, I truly needed them to fall back on this past Friday. More on that in a bit. I just can't believe how wonderful you all were. I truly expected and believed at least one person would tell me I'm an idiot. Hell, I even felt I needed someone to tell me that. We have done nothing but second guess ourselves from the get go. Thank you guys. It's good to know that the Hubby & I are not alone. You guys mean a lot. Now, Friday dawned and I thought that I would have an easy day at work, go out to dinner then spend the weekend working on the house. Hmm, not so lucky. I had only been at work for 20 minutes when school called to tell me that Mikey was being kicked out do to the fact that he no longer was living at home. Now let me remind you that Mikey goes to a small (200 students) parochial school. The first thought to pop in my head was "the kid is having problems so lets show him some christian love and kick him while he's down". My eyes immediately teared up but held strong and explained to the principal that Mikey was going through a rough patch and that he was going to school faithfully everyday. That I felt school was the one thing in his life at the moment that was a constant and a safe harbor. That I believed that throwing him out would cause a lot of damage. Umm, yeah, he didn't give a shit and told me so in a nice way. Wow, I'm glad that I send my kid to a good wholesome Catholic school that teaches Christian values...aren't you? I then mentioned that Mikey has been staying with other SJ families and couldn't that be taken into consideration. I was told that in no way could it be that after Mikey finished his chemistry test he would be told to leave. Well that did it, I started blubbering like a baby. And while I'm thinking about it, WTF, waiting for the kid to finish a test, what the fuck was the point of that?!?!?! Well, I sat here for a minute trying to think of something that I could do to fix this. I decided to call the school councilor. She has the kids best interest at heart...right???? Wrong. I explained to her what the principal said and I gave her my "more harm than good...best interest...one constant in his life" speech. She didn't seem phased. She said that she was going to talk to him after class to tell him that he had to go. I couldn't believe it. My son has never once caused any trouble at school. No fights, no trouble what so ever. I have never been late with a tuition payment, never complained about anything. I feel that they had no valid reason as to why they couldn't work with me for the better of a child. How the fuck could they do this???? To compound all of this, the father of the buddy he was staying with called to tell me that Mikey was there all week and that he had 5 kids and couldn't afford to take on another, that he was telling Mikey he had to go. I was worn out and used up and just simply told him that I understood and he should do what he needed to do. I was dying the whole fucking day. I couldn't believe this shit. Going from bad to worse. I left work early and Hubby took me to dinner. We just sat around the house Friday night not knowing what to do. We just sat there staring at the TV till close to 1:am then went and laid in bed and stared at the tv for a bit longer till we fell asleep from sheer stress and exhaustion. Around 2:30am Saturday Mikey's girlfriend called to say that Mikey was on his way home. I ran downstairs and waited. Finally a half hour later he knocked on the door. Hubby came down and we tried to talk to him. We asked him the parental questions of how are u, are u okay. Then we got tough and asked him what he expected from us. That we wanted him to say but it had to be on our terms. He got pissed off and left. I broke down yet again. I layed in bed for about 30 minutes then the phone rang. He asked if he could come home. I told him yes. The three of us sat and talked for a couple of hours. We laid out our rules and told him what we expected from him. I won't bore you with all the details but he was okay with it and is now back for good (I hope). The rest of the weekend went quietly by. No arguing or yelling, everyone got along. I have my fingers crossed that this will continue. I just don't know how much more I can take. EA: Who is hoping with all her might that her baby boy has come to his senses. Labels: family, Mikey, teenagers
Why it sucks ass to be a parent sometimes...... I saw this video on the web this morning and thought it was hilarious. I laughed the whole time. Now for the part of the post that isn't very funny. As you all know the teenager has been dealing us nine kinds of fits. A while back he said that he got a job at a local pizza place. I was over joyed. After 2 weeks of excuses of why he wasn't getting on the schedule I gave up asking about it. He simply lied to get us off his back. Then The last weekend in September he told us he got a job at a local up scale restaurant working banquets. We sooo wanted to believe him. We even ungrounded him and gave him money so that he could go to the girlfriends home coming dance. All was well. Then that Monday I called up to the restaurant to verify if he could wear black "docker type" pants or did they have to be dress pants. Not only did he have the managers names wrong, he had the whole uniform wrong and they had never heard of him. So basically, I called up there and made a fool of myself. When we confronted him about it, he still insisted that he had a job there. We told him that he was busted and there was no need to lie anymore. He got pissed off and packed a few things and left. 3 days later a parent finally called me to find out what the deal was. I explained everything. Then talked to Mikey and told him that I thought he had been gone long enough and would like him to come home. He really wasn't happy where he was anyway. The father of the buddy told him that he had to get a job and do chores if he was to stay there. Fuck, he could stay at home for all of that. He came home Wednesday the 3rd after school. We didn't say much to him except that he needs to decide where he wants to live. If he lives here he has to get a job and follow our rules. We left it at that. He spent the rest of the week hiding out in his room. Saturday morning he informed me that he was going to his home coming dance. I told him that he was not going. He didn't have a job so he was still grounded. There was much screaming and yelling then I went to get my hair cut and by the time I got back an hour later he had again packed a couple of things and left. I looked on his F*acebook Sunday morning to see if I could find out what he had been up to and saw that he did in fact go to the dance. He came home Sunday night. We told him that we did not have a revolving door and that he better think long and hard about the shit he's pulling. That we wouldn't put up with much more. This past Friday hubby and I went to the big orange home store and when we got back there was a note stating that he decided to not move out and that he had some business to take care of and that he would be home kinda late and that we could call him. I tried to call...no answer. At midnight...no answer...1:30am....no answer. This went on all night. Late Saturday morning I started calling friends. Talked to the girlfriends mom. Apparently that pressing "business" he had to take care of the night before was to go to S*ix Flags. She had bought his ticket so that they could go. She didn't realize that I didn't know about it. Her daughter got home at midnight so she called her daughter to find out what was going on. She called me back and said that Mikey was at so&so's house. I called that house to have the little fucker tell me that Mikey wasn't there...hadn't seen him. Ohh, I was fucking pissed. Finally and hour later Mikey called. Said he was at the rectory at school/church helping out and would be home later tonight. I asked him what time "later tonight" meant. He said that he didn't know just later. I very angerly said "fine, whatever" and hung up. Well, he never showed back up. Finally Sunday night about 8:pm he came home and went to his room like nothing ever happened. His father and I had already talked about what we were going to do and set our game plan in motion. It's the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I told him to pack his clothing and get out. Call his little buddies to pick him up and to get out. I told him that we were tired of being abused and would no longer enable him. When he felt that he could play by our rules he could come back, but until then, he had to go. He said that was good, now he didn't have to come up with a way to get his shit out of the house. We took his keys and he left. I stood strong, didn't break down or shed one tear in front of him, but as soon as that door shut my knees buckled and the tears came. My chest hurt and I couldn't breathe. I asked hubby if we did the right thing. He couldn't even talk. After he gained his composure he tried to console me and tell me that "we did what we had to do. That we couldn't let his destructive behavior go on. That this was the only way for him to learn". That didn't help me at all. I took my blood pressure (that is controlled by meds already) to see that it was 94 over 113. Fuck me, I felt like I was having a stroke. There was nothing, even having a heart attack, that could have made me leave that house just in case he came back. I haven't heard form him. Doubt that I will for a while. I called School Tuesday and found out that he went on Monday was was there that day also and that they would call if he missed a day. It's a small private school so I know he wont get lost in the shuffle and I'll know if he misses. As long as he's going to school I know that he's not out on the streets and is staying with a friend and safe. Mikey has always been a wonderful kid. Never any problems. The family says it's just growing pains but I find myself asking...WTF happened?? Where did I go wrong? Only to realize that it was nothing that I personally or his father personally has done. It's society in general. Well, there you have it. All my dirty laundry is laid out on the table. If you don't agree with what we have done that's okay. Don't be afraid to express your opinion...I don't bite. EA: Who is crying very hard at the moment and is starting to get the hic-cups so she better stop writing and go was her face.
Deal or Dud - makeup I am a makeup whore. I am never faithful, I hop from brand to brand. If I see a pretty color of lipstick or shadow I grab it regardless of who made it.  I have the 99 cent Artmatic eyeliners and the 15 dollar Clinque ones, price and maker don't factor in on me, makeup is makeup. For the most part I wear makeup almost every day. Mostly I just throw some pressed power on to even out the skin tone, little eyeliner & mascara and leave it at that. Now that you're up to date on useless information, let's get on with this shall we?I noticed the other day that a friend of mines skin tone looked great. She never wears foundation or powder so I had to mention it to her. She said that she found one of those "powdered foundations" and she loves it. I told her that it did indeed look great. Well, I just had to try it.  I know my picture taking capabilities are shit so shut it, Mmkay? I bought the "Loreal Bare Naturals" foundation and the under eye concealer. I love it. I have a lot of red splotching (no, I don't drink....much ;} Hey, I do have a teenager & hubby ya know, give me a break! ) and this shit really evened out my color without looking caked on. I loved it so much that I went out and got a blusher and the all over finisher a few days later. This stuff is great and I am happy to say that I am no longer a foundation whore. As far as other stuff, hey, what can I say?????? EA: Who made up her face today and is feeling pretty :)
weekend overview Before I do anything, I must say one thing...I am loved. I have such wonderful friends!! When I got home from a hard day at work Friday as usual I checked the mailbox on my way in the door. There was a package in there. Thinking to myself "Did I order something and forget? Did Hubby??" After unlocking the door I glanced down at the return address....My heart gave a twinge of excitement. "She sent "ME" a package??? Why would she do that???" Hubby who was walking in behind me asked wth I was talking about. I explained that a very kool friend sent me a package, but I don't know why or what. Check this out!!  How cute are those footies?? From the tips of my toes to the tips of my feathers I thank you for the most wonderful surprise!!!We finally took some time off from working on this piece of shit house of ours. Spent Saturday shopping with Mom. I had to get some stuff to make baskets that are being auctioned off next weekend for a benefit and then I needed household crap. Didn't manage to get anything good for me or any good bargains :( That sucked ass. After a hard day of shopping Hubby took his 2 best gals (no, not Mom & his dog, although if he could of gotten away with it.....) out to dinner. Then Sunday Hubby and I went to the Botanical Garden for their annual "Best of Missouri" festival. We got to thinking (I know, I shouldn't do that too much, may hurt myself) and realized that we've gone to it every year for the past 12 years. Yes, we have no life at all do we? Here are a few pic I took   I swear, hubby wasn't staring at the statue, just the flowers...lmao EA: Gotta get to work, enough of this playing around! Labels: family, friends, fun stuff
When was the last time I blogged??? September 25? Seriously? Can that be right? I guess that I have been ignoring you guys a bit hunh? I didn't mean it...honest. It's just that I've been soooo tired from working on the house. The door is in as you saw. But this past week we replaced tons of drywall since the walls had bows in them. That has been a hell of a job. Then this past weekend we had to relay the bricks around the door since the walls aren't anywhere near straight. I'm guessing that 110 years ago they didn't use a level. I can just imagine some old duffer standing there with one eye squinted closed, head tilted sideways with a beer in his hand "eyeing" up the wall saying, "yup, looks straight to me". Then starts scratching his ass. Yeah, that's the way my house was built! Besides just being worn the hell out, I haven't felt very well either. This dust is playing hell with my asthma. I haven't had it under control in over 2 weeks. Besides the brick dust, you got drywall dust and the old plaster that's behind the drywall that crumbles every time you touch it. I walked into the living room Saturday and I swear there was just a cloud of the shit hanging in the air. I should have taken a picture. It's been terrible. Here's just a sample of the dust that is coating everything;  We have most of the furniture covered with clear plastic. However, the dust is so bad that you can't even see through it anymore. This coat of dust is nothing compared with whats to come when we "mud & sand" the new drywall. Ohh goody, I can't wait!! When our house was remodeled some 20 years ago, the idiots apparently didn't think you needed to see at night so no wiring and overhead lighting of any kind was ran to the ceiling. We've always had to depend on multiable floor lamps for lighting. While the walls were open hubby installed a new wall switch, ran wiring and cut a hole in the ceiling for a light. Last night he put this up for me.......  Do you notice something missing?? Look really hard and think about it. (insert thinking music) Where the fuck are the chain pulls you ask? HA! We were asking that ourselves last night. We didn't even notice that there were none when we saw it at the big orange home improvement store. Apparently the latest fashion in ceiling fans is to go all electronic. All you get is a remote control. Very weird. EA: Who promises to come see ya'll this week! :) I may just stalk, but I'll be there! lol
Lazy assed family members What the hell!?! All I want is a little coroperation. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is. When the shampoo bottle is about empty, throw it away and grab the new one from under the sink. Or, if you want to be a lazy jerk, just tell me that it's empty and I will take care of it. But noooooooo, not my loving caring wonderful family members. No, not them. They let you get in the shower, get all wet and then when you go to get the shampoo, you find only mildly soapy water. We use a pump so not feeling the weight of the bottle can sometimes leave you a little short in the shampoo department so I can see putting a tad bit of water in there to get out remains of the bottle, but this bottle was filled half up with water. What the hell!?! The sink is litterly TWO frigging steps from the shower. You only really have to put one foot outta the shower to grab the new bottle from under the sink!!! PS: The Hubby nor the idiot teenager will take credit for the water logged bottle. Their even sticking up for one another! Am I an idiot??? There are only 3 people in this household, if they didn't do it that mean I did it. They really are that stupid!! Ohh I know, maybe the dog did it. EA: who's a tad pissy today...can ya tell, does it show???? Labels: family
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