Christmas

I survived... The stress leading up to Christmas is just crazy. The kids in school are "off the wall" ... strangers are just plain cranky.. stores are packed and traffic is crazy. It is probably my least favorite time of year. Then throw in a "huge" snow storm and well......

But I made it ! It is now the day after Christmas around noon and I am still in my Christmas PJ's. I have no energy to do anything, though I need to.

Christmas Eve was great.. I spent it with "my side" of the family.. Just siblings and kids.. totalling 23 because 4 live in Texas.. A little crazy and loud but great. Christmas day is spent with the"other side". Much smaller, only 11. still just as crazy and loud.

Now the test truly begin... My husband, son, daughter and I are ALL home for the next 10 days. This is a rare event . Pray for us ! LOL

A difficult Memorial Day

It is day three of the hardest thing I have ever done. I can't talk! I have been horse for a week and a half. This has happened off and on for about 6 weeks. I go to the doc and she tells me..
"VOICE REST" for 3 days.
If it gets better.....then fine otherwise I need to go to an ENT doc to check it out. I may have nodules down there. Great... You know of course that they go up your nose to check that out! Can't wait...
My kids keep asking asking me stupid questions or just plain ignore me when I try to get their attention. (what else is new) Then get pissed when I whisper to get them..
Remember whispering is a NO NO
It is Memorial Day weekend and I have 2 cookouts . FAMILY cookouts... A bunch Italians talking at once!!!!! And I am writing on a whiteboard. It sucks! I can't write as fast as people talk!

I was at a the "Bass Pro Shop" in Foxboro and wrote down the question "Where are the changing rooms?" The girl actually walks me there like I was crippled or something.

(BTW a great store... HUGE... many attractions... things for kids and adults.. I have never seen so many fishing poles in one place.)

People either yell answers to me like I am deaf or they whisper back!!! Too funny. When I was at one BBQ I had to whisper (a NO NO ) to the little kids because Duh... they can't read yet..

They whispered right back at me ... I laughed so hard..

I am on day three and I am going to the pool. This ought to be really interesting. I am going to print up a paper that explains the situation and just let people read it! I need to just bring my MP3 and ignore everyone.

So here I go again...

What to make of it.....

Last nite I had a pretty weird dream. In my dream my dad had a stroke and died. I saw this happened in several different scenarios... The one constant was that my sister had her husband go check on him and he found him dead . I was worried about him finding dad because the thing is that my dad DIED on 9-18-2004. He did have a stroke. My sister Linda had not heard from him that morning and she DID send her husband to check on him. He DID find him... The only difference in my dream was that dad was already dead when Bobby got there... in every replay of the scene. In reality dad lived for 12 days after his stroke. It has been on my mind all day long. Does it mean something? Do I share it with my siblings?

Bitch of the day...

OK This is my complaint. If you go out to eat remember that your server makes
$2.63 per hour... That is it! That is minimum wage for a tip position. That means your tip is how she makes the money. If she is good TIP 20% at least. come on now...
How many years have you been tipping at 15%???
You get raises... Why not the server. If your meal is screwed up ... NOT her fault.. Tell her! Sure she should accommodate you and try to fix things but she did not cook it! Bathroom dirty... hostess a bitch... NOT her fault. Tell her... she can get a manager and try and help...If she is nice and friendly and refills your water glass 16 times !!!! Then tip her properly.... Are you going to sit at her table and camp out for a couple of hours? Then tip her properly ...Remember the more she turns that table over the more she makes.
I will be the first to say that if the server sucks that is a different story...
I feel much better now...

Who am I?

I will be 50 years old in November. Do I feel it? Some days yes and some days no. I have a husband of 26 1/2 years and 2 children. My baby just turned 18! My oldest just turned 22. The older a girl and younger a boy. They are very different, they are both basically good kids.

My baby is graduating HS this year. My daughter is in her 46th year of college. LOL No...she is majoring in SPED severe disabilities.... She has a couple more years to go.

I am a lunch manager at a public school, I do a breakfast program at another public school and I waitress at night. It is a crazy schedule but it allows me to be home when my kids are home. This was very important when they were younger but just as important now... We all remember our teenage years.

I am the oldest of 5 children.. Both my parents died young. Mom had Alzheimer's from the age of 60 to 68.. thant is when she finally died and stopped her suffering. She died on Mother's day... a present to us as she was slated to go to a nursing home the next day..something we promised we would not do but her disease had progressed enough that she could no longer be cared for at home.... All of us spent her last couple of days at the hospital with her...

Dad cared for her all those years and then 2 years after her death he just got up one morning... did his usual routine... he put on the coffee, showered, fed the cat and had a STROKE.

Thank God he only lived 12 days.. We all knew his feelings on living on machines and such. We had already been through it with mom... There were no questions we all agreed DNR. We spent his last days with him in hospital room only leaving ocasionally. My two sisters and I were having "coffee" with him at 2:30 in the morning when he finally passed on. I believe he saw who needed to see and it was time to go see Mom..

My siblings and I have remained close and we really want to always stay this way. We gather for holidays and birthdays etc. There are 5 siblings, 5 spouses and 11 children. Of course there always others invited on holidays... that is what we have always been like..