Thursday, May 29, 2008
Normally I'm just not that rude to people. So...while it is a great story, I don't want any of you to think I just walk around blasting people because I think it will make a funny blog post. Nor do I blast people because I am a mean person. In fact, I very rarely blast people at all. I just blasted her because I was feeling a little worried and she wouldn't listen. Have I established yet that my real problem with her was that she wouldn't listen? Anyway, I guess it's good that I didn't really lose control and drop the f-bomb and the b-bomb and whatever other bomb managed to reach my lips and form a word.
I also realize that this is not the normal approach one would take to find gainful employment. People tend to frown on being blasted by someone they would consider a potential employee. Blasting people is not usually listed in the job requirements or desired experience when applying for a position. Obviously, I need to show the next potential employer a whole different skill set. Like my ability to have 3 different conversations with 3 different people simultaneously and keep track of them all. Or my adeptness with Super Glue and broken toys. Or...I could take the opposite approach and find a job that required me to be rude and explosive over the phone, like say an IRS Call Center position or a collection agency. Maybe I could be a writer for Rosie O'Donnell and just sit around writing nasty things she can say to people in her rants.
Instead, I think I will focus on positive things and move on. I know it may be boring to do that, but I think eventually, this strategic move will pay off. I thought about calling the ADD lady and apologizing, but I don't think I can sit through another sales pitch right now.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Today I was looking for work because we are currently in a tough spot. I happened to run across a really interesting job post regarding training kids with ADD/ADHD. Besides the great pay, I am extremely interested because my son is having attention/focus/learning issues.
So, I called the business to ask some questions about location, etc. The lady on the other end asked where I live. I told her where I live, which is about 40 miles from where her office is located. Immediately she launched into why it might not work for me because of the distance, how it would take too much gas and too much time to get there and that unless I was willing to relocate, I should probably not apply for the job. No questions about my experience. Just where I live. Umm, Ohhhkkkaaaaayy.
My first thought was, "Isn't it my choice to determine how far I am willing to drive to work?" My second thought was "You are telling me I need to try to sell my house in the worst housing market in history so I can move to the other end of town for a part-time job?" So in addition to training kids with ADD, apparently she also likes to give people bad advice.
I kept my cool and let her know that if the job is something I think might work for me I would be willing to drive. Totally messed her up. So then she moved on to talking about my son, whom I mentioned when asking about the program they use. I will say, she's a great salesperson. She has me convinced that this is definitely something worth looking into for my son, whether I work there or not. Remarkably, this woman, who just 2 minutes ago didn't think I should be spending time and money driving to her office for work everyday, suddenly has no problem with me driving my son there for appointments 3 times a week!! Go figure. Maybe gas costs less when you are driving somewhere for ADD help as opposed to driving there for your job.
Anyway, after all of the explanations and sales pitches, she tells me how much the assesment will cost, which is actually reasonable, but not doable right now. She's trying to get me to make an appointment and I keep trying to explain we don't have the assessment fee.
Finally the jerk in me came out and without thinking I snapped, "I can't give YOU money right now. That's why I called for a job. You said you want to hire someone and I need a job. So you can give ME money. That's what jobs are for, right? So you keep asking me to pay you for a service, which I'm sure is worth the money, but if I'm calling and asking for a job, doesn't it make sense that I need to get a paycheck before I can give you money? Which is why I called. I need a paycheck. So I can get the money to pay you to help my son, and maybe buy some groceries and also pay for the gas that I will need to get both me and my son there to your office; me to work for you and him to get ADD help. So can I have the job?" Her response? "Send me your resume and make a note on it that we spoke." Think I'll get the job?
Monday, May 26, 2008
"Hey! You look like a gal who's pulled one too many weird things out of the washer today." If I can find someone to donate a prize, maybe that'll be my first contest. I'll let ya'll know. Maybe we can get a boy to work on this...they gots some mad secret handshake skills.
At first I kind of freaked out, because I started to find all of these wonderfully creative and funny blogs which were wonderfully designed with all kinds of little doodads and chachkis. Mine felt plain and amateurish and I felt out of touch and kind of inadequate. I used to think I was a pretty creative, funny person. For some reason, I forgot that there are other funny, creative people out there too and now How am I going to shine and stand out in the crowd!?! DANG!!! The doubt and frustration set in and I wondered if this was even worth the effort. Which made me really start to think about what it is I am trying to achieve here by blogging.
In the meantime, while I was all wrapped up in deep thought, I posted a kind of bummer post about feeling lost. Then something happened. Instead of me being the one to offer all of this great, hard-earned wisdom and advice, I have found myself on the receiving end of some really caring and kind words from other Bloggers out there. THIS is why I love the internet. THIS is why I find myself scouring other blogs, looking for a semblance of normalcy in my life by comparing my experiences with others out there who are willing to share theirs. THIS is what I am hoping to achieve by starting mine. I guess I really hope that at some point, someone out there who is struggling will run across my blog and read something that makes them laugh or cry or think or do whatever it is they need to do that day to feel okay and feel like they can cope with one more stupid issue that life hands them. Because that's what so many of you do for me. And for being yourselves, and sharing your experiences and offering words of encouragement, I thank all of you Bloggers and Forum friends out there (gives overzealous hugs...awkward silence). Umm...okay, then. I'll...just go...now.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
My mother, sister and 2 of her kids came over today. Boy Cousin (on the left in the pic) is 6 weeks younger than my oldest son, Big Brother (right in the pic). They have been pretty close to each other as they have grown up. They always love to see each other and for the most part, they have a great time playing. There are issues though. Cousin is very physically active and pretty good at anything that requires the use of his body. My son, Big Brother, is a techie. He's great at computers and PS2, not so great at physical activity. Every once in awhile this causes an issue. Like today. As soon as he arrived, Cousin jumped out of the Explorer and quickly joined the group of neighborhood boys who congregate in front of my house. They were all jumping over dirt ramps in the desert next to our house. (Note: very physical activity.) Big Brother is kind of afraid to jump, so he works on the ramps. Everyone played well for awhile, then it happened. Big Brother (who is very emotional, by the way) came in upset because all the boys were playing with Cousin and wouldn't play something different and they were being mean to Big Brother and "stealing his thunder." (Read: they tore up his ramp trying to see a scorpion. Nice.) All of this is blurted out through tears of distress and from the depths of a soul that is absolutely distraught at the turn his play date has taken. Drama ensues, Big Brother completely loses it and has to go upstairs to his bedroom to calm down. Here's the conversation that took place after everyone made peace and he was back outside:
Mom, laughing: "Did he say someone stole his thunder?"
(I don't remember who made which statement from here, it just unfolded, so roll with it!)
"Hey Big Bro, what were you doing taking your Thunder outside in the first place?"
"You know that Thunder isn't an everyday toy. It's only supposed to come out on special occasions."
"Yeah, Bud...Thunder doesn't grow on trees ya know."
"It's not easy to replace either! Now we're gonna have to wait for another thunderstorm to get some more. We live in the desert, that doesn't happen that often here."
"Wait til your dad finds out you got your Thunder stolen. You know how hard it is for him to get more. He has to get out in the storm with all the equipment and you know how irritable he gets when he gets struck by the lightning."
Right then My Husband walks in...
Mother: "Who's here?"
Women start laughing hysterically at our funny little conversation - Man looks at us like we're retarded. I love it when we think we are the funniest people alive. Even if we aren't, we try to be and that makes it almost true. Right?
P.S. - Big Brother went out and tried jumping the ramps after the big meltdown. Maybe someone stealing his thunder wasn't such a bad thing.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I am struggling today, not wanting to post anything, because truthfully, it has just been a brutal freakin' week. And I just don't feel like I can go into detail and share it with everyone, but I still feel the need to post something, so I guess this is as good as it gets. Really, the problem is...my family is struggling to find our path, I guess. We've had a lot of changes in our lives recently and we've kind of had our foundation rocked a bit. It has left us wondering what to do, where to go, how to proceed. It's scary and worrisome and honestly, it's more stress than I want to deal with right now. It's more stress than my husband wants to deal with too. So we just walk around trying not to irritate each other. I'm left feeling guilty because I feel like the stress drains me of my energy and I am not fully engaged with the boys like I need to be. I am going through the motions, barely, and I know they feel it. The thing is...I don't know what to do to change the situation. We are just - LOST. That's it...don't know what else to say. Hope things look better tomorrow, I could use a moment of joy. On a happier note, so as not to end this post in a depressing fog, it was only like 75 degrees today, it was supposed to rain. No rain on our end of town, but lots of cool wind. So I guess that's something, I didn't have to spend the entire day stressed AND sweating.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I took a picture of my car radio console which shows the temperature outside for those of you who find it unbelievable that we are already in triple digits here. The fact that I am adding yet another post about the high temperatures should clue you all in to my wretched state of mind when it comes to the summer heat. How did people live here 100 years ago with NO AIR CONDITIONING!!! Some of my ancestors helped establish and build towns here in Arizona. First question - WHY? Second question - How did they live through it? Oh my heck!!! I know one thing: I would have been a rotten pioneer/settler. I would have been the one they kicked out of the wagon train, because I would have complained the whole way. And I can guarantee I would not have made camp long once we got to "our home" in the middle of the desert. One or two days of this heat and the throbbing migraines that follow and I woulda hit the dusty trail and headed for cooler climates. I'm sure I would have had a great sending off from all of my traveling companions who were tired of listening to me yammer! And I'm even more sure that 2 miles into my grandiose escape I would be gripin' about something else, like how hard it was to get through the mountains and how cold it was now. You know...glass half-empty girl.
As I write this, I remember that I am trying to have a more positive outlook on life. So I guess as I ponder the hardships of those who came before me, I will also ponder the miracle of air conditioning, automobiles, cotton clothing and swimming pools and thank the Lord that I was born in this era of technology. Cause I would have gone through lots of pencils and paper (and friends) trying to complain everyday by hand. Now I get to do it quickly and comfortably in just a few minutes time - I guess life ain't as bad as it could be. It's just dang hot.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Certainly makes the phrase "I'll be dipped in sheep s(poop)t" less scary though, doesn't it?
ANYWHOO...here's the sheep without a face or ears:
And here is the finished product, which went to school today.
It was Little Man's idea to put the bells on, he thought that would be cute. He named the sheep Jingles. I am going to finish picking the glued cotton strands off of the table and the clogged glue bottle now.
Are you tired already of reading about my family yet? You can tell the truth, I won't be offended. I really want this blog to be an interesting place to visit, so you all don't feel like you are wasting your time when you stop by. I will try to add variety to the blog...it's all new to me and I am still trying to flesh it out! In the meantime...thanks for dropping in.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
I think while he's gone I'm gonna volunteer him to go help at my Kindergartener's Farm Day Fair. He can hang out in the 98 degree Phoenix sun all day and help the kids with the petting zoo. Yeah...I'm like that.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Seriously, I have been wanting to do this for awhile (start a blog, I mean) and after frequenting some other blogs (thepioneerwoman.com, ohmystinkingheck.com), I finally got off my butt and started to write.
I am also starting to submit small articles online, which you can read here. There's only one so far, but my goal is to submit 2 or 3 a week. Read it and tell me what you think!!
So this is it, my first post! The wild winds have been blowing by me for a while now, I have finally caught a-hold and Boymom and I are goin' for a quick ride! Whoo-hoo! Wish us luck!!