Postulates & Pastimes

March 31, 2009

I feel richer already

image I’m sorry. I really am, but I simply HAVE to comment on the “Stimulus Bonus” that we’re all supposed to be getting in the coming weeks.

A whopping $15-$20 extra in our paycheck. Holy crap! I could finish the basement, or I could buy a new truck. Oh wait…I’m confusing the money I’m getting back, with the debt that I now owe thanks to the recent government bailout ($20 in “extra” money each paycheck vs. the approx. $50,000 in new debt this plan will cost every man, woman and child in America) (http://www.nowpublic.com/tech-biz/how-stimulus-plan-will-impact-average-american)

And this is news? Seriously, I hope this country’s loyalties can’t be bought with a “bonus” that’s not even equal to the price of dinner for four at Applebees on a school night.

But the crisis is now real for me. My BIL was laid off his job yesterday–a mere two days before him and his wife were to close on a new house for their growing family. It would be real nice of the homeowners to give them back their earnest money, but I doubt that’s going to happen. So, no new job…Oh and you’re also out about five large. Sorry!

But we’ll all keep on working  and we’ll all keep on hoping that our hard work, not the bloated government machine, will pull us out of this rut.

 

March 29, 2009

On the bright side, I don’t have any gray hair anymore…(cuz I pulled it all out!)

boys jumping Thoughts from this weekend with my two sons:

- Any softening I have had about how this third child wouldn’t be THAT much bigger a deal, was completely blown out of the water after this weekend. There will be no–let me repeat, absolutely zero–”girls weekends away” when we have three kids. And CareerMom’s traveling schedule is going to seriously have to be re-evaluated, or else the in-laws are going to need to be proactively involved!

- Give a kid a toy, and he’ll play for five minutes. Ignore a kid for five minutes and everything’s a toy.

- Boxes of tissues hold infinite amounts of interestĀ for toddlers.

- Boys only learn by one method, the rod (aka: the switch). Asking nicely doesn’t work. Asking forcefully doesn’t work. Even yelling goes in one ear and out the other and only makes you–the parent–feel like a complete a-hole. Nope, spank ‘em and move on.

- When they wanna be sweet, they can melt your heart. The other 98% of the time, you just want to smash a pile of bricks with your forehead.

- For anyone out there who may be saying to themselves, “Uh huh, it’s not so easy is it. Now you know what CareerMom had to go through two weeks ago” I submit the following facts:

  • Fact 1: She only had them one full day. The other days were “take ‘em to daycare” days.
  • Fact 2: She had nice weather and could take them outside. I had severe thunderstorms and bitter cold.
  • Fact 3: When the going gets tough, the tough take them over to their mom’s house where there is a sister with a daughter to play with

- I’ve completely run out of junk food-groups to feed them. I’ve done pizza, spaghetti, corn dogs (actually, I grabbed the “sausage dogs” by accident“), what is left?

- Going and getting a band-aid every 30 minutes is driving me friggin’ nutz. And I’m not even the one getting them!

- Honestly, I can’t keep up with the messes. Oh, and while vacuuming today, the vacuum belt broke.

- After soooo looking forward to CareerMom’s returning at 6 p.m. and giving me a break, I checked online and discovered her flight is 1.5 hours late. Guess I get to put them to bed again.

- CareerMom had better not come home horny! I’m in a “don’t touch me” mood!

- I am not handling this well.

March 27, 2009

Weekend! When the workin’ days are through…

Filed under: Uncategorized — dobeman @ 8:55 am

I need your help! Here’s the scenario:
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OK, CareerMom is gone till Sunday afternoon.

It’s gonna rain most of the weekend

Which means all my “outdoor exercise” activities are shot.

I’m gonna need to bleed off some energy from both the boys and myself.

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Suggestions?

March 25, 2009

Cosmic Justice?

Wow! Posting my Swan Song garnered as many comments as any post about deviant sex ever could have!!

But, you’re right. I can’t stop. And taking the pressure off of “needing” to post everyday, makes it easier. I need to just embrace the fact that not even Jim Butcher can write a super-novel every day, and then just move on with life.

Here goes…(and I take no responsibility for the quality of said content):

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image Harken back to this time about two weeks ago.

I woke up on Wednesday morning with a scratchy throat. Being a victim of “chronic sinusitis,” I knew that this could mean only one thing. And when coupled with the acne that had popped up like some greasy teenager with raging hormones, I immediately started doing the sinus flush in hopes of preventing any further infection.

Didn’t work.

I flew up to TrishaTruly’s place where I languished in lethargic agony for nigh on three days.

On Friday, CareerMom is flying to Charleston for the weekend to meet up (hook up with? NAH!) an old high school friend of hers. Both ladies have children of their own and they haven’t seen each other since our wedding almost ten years ago. When this begin percolating in their heads, CareerMom wasn’t aware that she was pregnant and I’m sure the last thing she wanted, was to appear 5 months pregnant in her elasti-pants in front of a girl whom she shared a college dorm room with and with whom she fought against for the affections of young college studs out at Texas back in the 90s.

C’est la vie!

Yeah, I’m a wee bit jealous. My trip was up to the freezing tundra (aka: Scranton, PA) while hers is out to the relatively warm spring climate of Charleston where there is sure to be fine dining and pedicures.

HOWEVER…

This morning, the alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. I flipped over and slapped the “snooze” button so as not to have to listen to Steve and Vickie any longer than necessary, and CareerMom mumbles, “I have a sore throat.”

GWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

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