To Party Or Not To Party

     I have never liked hosting parties. You put all sorts of effort into planning, inviting people, cleaning house, making food and all the other stuff that goes with giving a party. Then on the day of the party you sit and wait for guest to arrive, this is the part I hate the most. There are always those few friends that you know, if they said they would be there, will be there barring exceptional circumstances. But with the rest of the guest you’re left sitting there thinking will they arrive and what if they don’t, how should you feel about that… I have had way too many experiences of people not showing up, so much in fact that I rarely bother to throw parties anymore. In recent years I have limited the parties I have hosted to birthday parties for my daughter, people are usually a little bit more consistent when RSVPing and showing up to a child’s party.

     I was recently convinced to be break my general rule against hosting parties, my sister recently became a Pure Romance consultant and I agreed to host her first party. So I set about planning, inviting, and generally preparing. I went around talking to people and seemed to have a good amount of interest. Going into the weekend I was hopeful and being hopeful I set about baking brownies and cakes. I bought cookies, wine, and fruit in anticipation. I was expecting around ten people what I got was three. Normally I would have let this depress me and prevent me from enjoying myself; however, this time I had prepared myself and I was determined to have a good time no matter what happened. And that’s exactly what I did, in the end it didn’t matter that only three guest came because I didn’t let it bother me. My sister gave a great presentation and we all just had fun with it, it turns out that the people who didn’t come were the ones who lost out not me. Does this mean I am chomping at the bit to have another party…no not really but I find I am also not as opposed to the idea.

     Which is probably a good thing because my daughter’s 3rd birthday is coming up.

Why I flip the radio station when they start talking.

     I heard something on the other day on the radio that reminded me why I dislike 95% of all radio personality. I was listening to the radio and the DJ/Host came on talking about a jury verdict in a case where a man sued the Royals after he suffered a detached retina from getting hit in the eye by a hot dog thrown by the team mascot. Apparently the jury found against the plaintiff and the host found the whole thing joke worthy. All I could think is laughs at someone getting a torn retina...how is that funny...and how is the fact that he has had suffer the cost on top of the injury funny. Maybe it's me, maybe I just don't have a sense of humor.

     The whole thing reminded me of a things in the past that had me turning off the radio or changing the station every time they started talking. One of those things was the infamous McDonald's coffee case, the never ending jokes and gross misrepresentation of the facts kept me entrenched in my CDs for ages. Even now when I hear a comment or joke about that case my esteem for the speaker plummets and I change the station. So few of those who talked/joked most about it took the time to educate themselves about it.

   Another incident happened while I was in college in Kearney Nebraska, a high school girl was abducted from the local mall. It was talked about constantly by local TV and radio, the girl was instrumental in her own rescue. She managed to leave clues and sneak phone calls to her family and police. When she finally returned home she declined to answer questions, the radio personalities turned on her. They talked about how she "owed" them an interview, they had (in their overly inflated opinion) kept her story in the lime light, and now, according to them, she owed them. It was revolting and after that I kept the radio off for months.

   Over the years there has been plenty of other things to give me pause...homophobic comments...jokes made at the expense of people or groups. Personally with the exception of a few radio personalities the whole lot of them could be replace by a computer personality. However, as that is not likely to happen anytime soon I will just continue to change the station when they start talking or listen to my CDs.

Eczema is the new evil word in my household!

So my daughter has had what I thought was a diaper rash for nearly four weeks now. For the first two weeks I treated it with over the counter product. It would get better for a little bit but then get really bad again until her skin was cracked and pealing. I provided the daycare with Pampers brand diapers and again there was improvement. After two weeks I took her to the pediatrician who prescribed an oral medication and special Butte Paste. Again there was improvement but not enough. After giving her the medication for the two weeks it was prescribed her skin was still peeling and cracking. And to make it worse she was scratching at it. So I took her to a dermatologist, turns out that she had a diaper rash and it caused the eczema to flair up. I knew there was a chance she would have eczema, her “dad” had it, she had some signs when she was smaller but the pediatrician said it was just baby eczema and she would grow out of it.

Doesn't look like she is going to just grow out of it. :-( So now we have a prescription for a steroid cream and have begun a round of testing what products will be right for her. I am determined to make her as comfortable as possible. I am also determined that my child will not run around scratching her skin off. For now I have trimmed back her nails and dress her so she can’t scratch…I am thinking a nice pair of fuzzy-silky gloves.

UPDATE: Between medical treatment and potty training we managed to get the Eczema cleared up and have not had a relapse!

Confessional: Giving Karma a Helping Hand

     Everyone has done something in their life, at one time or another, that probably wasn’t very nice but they for whatever reason don’t regret. Perhaps the most devious, possibly wicked, thing I have ever done was get a coworker evicted from his apartment…terrible I know but he deserved it.

     I had a coworker who was a real jerk. Even though we had the same job description and duties, he never did his share of the work. I was always cleaning up his messes. He took all sorts of smoke breaks and conversation breaks, he was a slacker and he got away with it because him mother was friends with our supervisor. I put up with all of this and more without ever complaining to the supervisor.

     He had recently moved out of his parents’ home and gotten a dog. He was constantly bragging about how he had a no pets lease but was keeping the dog in the apartment. The one time he nearly got caught he lied and told them he was dog sitting. He was so smug that he got away with it and thought he was above rules. He bragged that the dog was tearing up the apartment, peeing everywhere, and even had fleas. But what did he care he was above the rules.

     Mind you I never would have done what I ended up doing it if it weren’t for the fact that he verbally attacked me several times and made it personal. I didn’t feel my direct supervisor would do anything because of her friendship with his mother. So when I noticed one day that he left a bill on his desk I copied down the address. About a week later I made up an excuse to ask him the name of the management company and he freely gave it to me. I went back and forth about what I would do with the information until about a week before I left that job. He got particularly ugly with me one day and that sealed the deal. I wrote a letter to his landlord letting them know about the dog and his willingness to lie. I found out a week after I left my job that he had been evicted. To this day I can’t help but smile when I think about it. He deserved what he got; I just gave Karma a helping hand to speed the process up. I also found out he eventually got himself fired…I smiled at that as well.

     Life lesson don’t mess with someone who’s smarter that you are.

Reloading my life

     Tonight I am reloading my life to my laptop for what I am hoping is the last time for at least the next three years…
     I bought HP Pavilion Entertainment PC at Best Buy in Jan 2010, it was supposed to be the best I could get the top of the line. So I began to load my life to it, everything important went on it. After 4 months the power supply burned out, so I went to Best Buy expecting them to do something for me, turns out all they could do was order one. When I asked what I was supposed to do while waiting for it their solution purchase one to use till I get the new one. Then I got the new one and it didn't work, they had to order another. It was almost a month total to get one that worked. Then at 5 months I began to have problems with the key board and had intermittent internet problems. So I deleted my life from it and took it to Best Buy so they could send it off to replace the key board and update the bios. I got it back and once again loaded my life back on to it.
     Then at 9 nine months trouble hit again, the screen began to freeze up and I had to hard restart it. I did ever fix I could think of, then every fix the HP website suggested. Then I let the school techs work on it. The fixes seemed to work for a while but then it got worse. At 11 months I was restarting upwards of 20 times a day. So again I deleted my life and took it to Best Buy, I told them I needed it back ASAP, their response was to keep it for a week in house and then send it out. They were kind enough to recommend that I purchase a laptop to use while they worked on mine and then return it when I got mine back. Basically they replaced everything inside to fix the problem.
     To add insult to injury while they had my good laptop the power supply for my old laptop burned out and I had given the spare to my ex to use while we were dating. So because I didn’t have the heart to ask him to give it back when we broke up I ended up having to buy a new one.
     When I finally got my laptop back I was leery about reloading my life, I found myself hesitating. Turns out it was with good cause. At 12 months the replacement charger I purchased (and kept) burned out, then a piece of the trim splintered off. At 13 months I took it back to Best Buy again because the power jack was loose and in needed to be repaired so they told me they could send it off to be fixed but I need my laptop for school...they just didn't get the fact that I am in Law School and my laptop is my life.
     Again they gave me the same stupid suggestion...purchase one to use then return it when I got mine back. Well if any of the moron's at Best Buy would like to tell me where to get the money to do that considering I live off of student loans I would have been happy to do so...but I sure wouldn’t be purchasing another from Best Buy. They also didn't see any problem with the fact that 2 power supplies associated with the laptop had burned out. When I pointed out that I couldn't put personal information on it because I was always waiting to hand it over to them a stupid comment about just backing up was made as if it would solve the inconvenience of having to remove personal info before giving it to them. So I left the store extremely mad with my laptop. The next day I decided to call the manager and complain to him before calling corporate. I was surprised to find him sympathetic and understanding of my frustration. He agreed to trade the laptop in fulfillment of the warranty. So now I have a new ASUS laptop and I am in the process of loading my life to it!

Bored...Bored...Bored...

I am sitting in class bored out of my mind, wishing I was anywhere but where I am at. I must work on maintaining my attention span and controlling my urge to entertain myself...I made a comment on my ex's blog one day while bored, the comment was relevant and true, I didn't say anything mean so I am all good there. But the problem was why I made the comment...I did it to get a rise out of him, to sort of niggle him, the anger filled tone of the blog combined with the fact it was a rant about not appreciating how someone was doing something outside that made noise early in the morning just sort of egged me on. I try to be better than some of my impulse urges, I try not to pick on or pick at other people but I am human and I fail. Right now I am trying not to find his response to my comments so darn funny...it's wrong to take pleasure or find amusement in a situation where you were probably in the wrong to start with...isn't it? I did repent my misdeed in a response to his blog responding to my comments, which hasn't shown up in the comments section yet. [Guessing that means he didn't really mean it when he said to feel free to make your point below. :shrugh:] I admitted it was wrong of me to poke....but I didn't recant any of my previous comments.


Lesson to be learn resist impulse urges to occasionally be juvenile and poke at someone to get a rise out of them because that rise might be funny. Even if the results are as amusing as you thought they would be.
Sometimes being a grown up and being nice isn't very fun...booooo ;)


Live and Learn ;-)




Did I mention I am seriously bored out of my mind.

My Best Friend

I can honestly say that I am not sure if circumstances were different that I would be best friends with my best friend. In our younger years our interests and personalities were so different that a friendship just didn’t make sense. We spent a lot of time fighting and not particularly liking each other. Yet when it mattered we stuck together; no one could come between us for very long.

Over time we have developed some similar interest is things like TV and books but for the most part our interest are still pretty different. We are both mommies and so that gives us something to bond over. As with our interest there are facets to our personalities that have grown to be quite similar, there are times where we think so alike it is almost as if we share a brain. But then there are things we think so differently about that it leaves us wondering about the others sanity/common sense/etc. We still have times where we fight and don’t like each other. We still stick together; no one can come between us for very long.

So I bet your wondering why we are friends. Well it’s because we didn’t choose to be friends it was determined by our birth. She is my sister; neither of us chose to be playmates or friends but we were forced to by circumstance of being born to the same parents. Personally I think I was lucky because if we weren’t sisters I would have missed out on a pretty fabulous best friend.