Random Tuesday Quickie

I just got back from The Girl's 4th grade field trip. Wonder of wonders, I was actually picked in the random drawing for chaperones. The Girl was happy, because it is also her birthday. I was happy for several reasons . . . I got to spend the day with The Girl on her birthday, I only worked a half day and the half day I am working is at home, so I can catch up on some laundry.

Oooooh, I just remembered, there are leftover cupcakes from Sunday's party in the fridge downstairs. Be right back . . .

Okay, that's better, where was I?

Oh yeah, the field trip. Boy, can 40 4th graders on a bus be LOUD. The chocolate cupcake was for medicinal purposes, you know, for my headache.

Okay, I'm done. Told you it would be quick (I'm working ya know).
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Happy Birthday Baby Girl

You are TEN today. I honestly can't believe it.
Your dad and I are so lucky. You are a great kid - fun and smart and kind and loving.
I love you more than you can know.
Happy Birthday!

Monday Morning Blah

Sleepy this morning (for the record, I've always had morning issues )...

We celebrated The Girl's birthday yesterday with some family and a few friends. It was pretty tame, with football on TV and the kids not quite killing themselves or each other in the basement, but I'm still exhausted. I always end up with too much food and I run around like a nut and never sit down and enjoy my own parties. I need to fix that.

I finally watched the House premier while folding laundry last night. I'm a Hugh Laurie fan, and he was great in this episode. I think it is going to be an interesting season.

Remebering Tom

We went to a fundraiser last night to benefit my cousin Tom's family. Tom was killed in a skiing accident this past spring. He was 52 and the father of five, ranging from college to third grade.
Tom was 10 years older than I am, and his family lived in Connecticut when we were growing up, so I wasn't really close to him when we were kids, but as we got older, we got to know each other more. He moved to the Boston area and was always coming to family events. He had a big laugh, a big spirit and a huge heart. Judging from the tremendous turnout at this event last night, a lot of other people felt the same way about him as I do. His kids and his wife will always miss him, but I hope that they can take some comfort in how much he was loved by so many.
I gave The Girl and The Mailman extra hugs when we got home last night.

RTT - Can somebody wake me when it is time to go home?

The Mailman and I went to the U2 concert last night. Good show, not great, though. It did cement in my mind the fact that I'm done with stadium shows. I love live music, but stadium shows, just not worth it to me anymore. On the up side, we got some good advice about parking, so we were out of the lot in about 15 minutes (after hearing 2 plus hour horor stories from the night before). Too bad we'll never be able to use that advice again because I'm never going to a concert there again.

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We got our U2 tickets on a pre-sale, with the "secret code" months ago. Granted, we cheaped out and went for the lowest priced tickets, but I would like to have thought that might get us something a little better than the not quite top corner of the stadium. Umm, not so much, and when chatting with the couple in front of us, they mentioned that they bought their tickets a couple of weeks ago. I should have done my spin last week on how much I hate ticket companies.

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My friend sent me an e-mail the other day after I had done something typically dorky. She said "You are such a goober." My immediate thought was "At least I'm not a raisinette." I don't know what that means, but I think it proves that I am, in fact, a goober. My second thought was (everybody sing!) "I'm a goofy goober, Rock! You're a goofy goober, Rock! We're all goofy goobers, Rock! Goofy, goofy, goober, goober, ROCK!" That only proves that I'm the mother of a ten year old.

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Right now, I'm not as tired as I thought I'd be. Come by my desk and poke me at about 3:00 though, because I'm sure I'll be dozing by then.

I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight

The mailman and I are going to the U2 concert tonight. Tailgating with friends before.
Gotta get into my late 80's / early 90's self . . .
Gotta try not to let the traffic in and out of the stadium get to me, and not to worry too much about work tomorrow and how tired I'm going to be. I will show up, but no one can make me be productive . . .

Spinning my hate

Okay, so technically, I think I'm late for this spin cycle, but it has been one of those weeks, 'kay?

The Girl is in fouth grade this year, which is the end of elementary school in our town. At The Girl's school, every year, there is a fourth grade "Moving On" ceremony at the end of the year. So, during the first week of school we get a paper home looking for volunteers for organizing said ceremony. "Volunteers Make a Difference!" "We can't do this without volunteers!!" So, I put my name on the piece of paper and send it back in to school. I get an e-mail that the first few meetings will be at 9:00AM on Thursdays . . .
So, apparently, the only help that is wanted is the help of the clique of stay at home moms that have their mitts into everything and complain that they have to do it all?!
Consider me really, really irked.
I don't HATE these people, I HATE that they just don't get it. I hate that they don't have any comprehension that there are those of us out here that don't have the luxury of being stay at home moms. We HAVE TO go to work. We WANT to help. We WANT to be involved. Don't make it so G D difficult for us to be involved and don't complain that you have to do it all.

That is all . . .

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