Be careful what you wish for. I've heard that so many times in my life and now I see exactly what that meant. When I was little and used to think about my life when I grew up, I saw myself being a wife and mother and teacher. Those were my goals from a very young age. However, I also secretly hoped and prayed that those children would be girls. Boys were icky. Todd Boyd was mean to me and I decided I didn't like boys and didn't want any of my own. (Thank you Todd????)
Well, while I was pregnant each time, I also prayed for a girl and I thought I was just in God's good favor when I gave birth each time to a sweet, cute, baby girl. Sometimes I thought maybe God and I had a special little "understanding". All I could think about was hair bows, dresses, cute shoes, dance classes, blonde pigtails and cute stuff. Well, yes, I got all that each time. I thought I had finally hit the jackpot of life.
Here is where the laughing begins. About age 9 or 10 everything changes. Then it keeps changing and changing until you have to dig out old photos and videos to see that sweet princess you had when they were ages 0-8ish. All hell breaks loose. You become the enemy, the dork, the pain in the rump, etc.
Fast forward to teenage years. This has been something I never dreamed would happen. Girl drama, independent thinking, etc. Right now my oldest are 18 and 16 and are both going through a big friend drama that involves others' moms and the need to block texts and calls from girls and more. This past week has been one of little sleep, much stress and pain. I'm exhausted. I feel defeated. I want to wake up when they have this all figured out.
I do love them all, and I am thankful that they are still with me on this earth, because I can't imagine what would happen to me if something serious happened to any of them. But I do know that boys are easier. I have heard this from absolutely everyone. I thought God was cutting me a break by letting me have my wish of choice of sex of my children. Actually, he was probably giggling right next to my dad and saying, "Sure, no problem! Good luck with that!".
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Cell Phone Post
I see that my Monday post didn't get published for some reason. Look back about 3 posts and there will be the cell phone post that got published late. I think you will like this one. Let me know if you feel the same way.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Crap Behind the Couch
With all 3 kids and Mike out of the house for the day (finally), I decided since I was up at 6:30 a.m., I was going to clean my family room and then declare it off limits to everyone except me.
Our family room is attached to our kitchen. Picture this. When you walk into our front door, you walk all the way straight back to the back door. When you get about 5 feet from the back door and stop, to the right is the kitchen and the family room is to the left. They are attached with a little walkway between them from the front to back doors. This is pertinent because of the proximity of our kitchen (which I hate by the way :( to the family room is part of the problem.
When we got this house, I could hear my mom's voice inside my head telling me to take care of this house for God sake and not let those girls trash this one too. I made a declaration that no one is allowed to eat in the family room unless they make more than $50,000 a year and contribute to the mortgage. I was dead serious about this. In order to avoid dragging this post out too long, that lasted probably a good 3 months and eventually everyone assumed that rule was optional. When I see anyone eating in there, I tell them to get out and they look at me and keep eating. Then I get pissed, but that doesn't matter...they don't care.
Every 2 months I try to empty out the whole family room when I am home alone and start from scratch like I did the day they gave us the keys to our new home. Well, each time this happens, I find bizarre, random crap behind my couches. This should NOT happen because no one is supposed to be even breathing in that room as far as I am concerned.
Today's finds: several chewed up straws, bobby pins, sunflower seed shells, dog hair, shirt tags cut off, a live spider!!, a remote for the ceiling fan, crumbs, a bounce sheet, and other miscellaneous crap of the sort. The room is completely empty, couch pieces in the next room, and I have to pick up all this crap that they stuff behind my couches. By now my BP is probably at an all time high. Then I go around with the vacuum hose and suck up all the edges of the room and cushions, etc., vacuum the room, and then return all the pieces back to where they belong. I windex everything and then put up the rope from wall to wall with the sign that says, "Stay the Hell Out". Yes, this is not very ladylike or teacherlike, but I have had it. Last time I did this in June, I tied the rope to the tall lamp in the corner by the back door and taped the other end to the wall. Alexa walked into the rope by accident and I watched my lamp tip over and shatter into a million glass pieces. Won't be doing that again. No lamp anymore.
So, for now, as I type, my family room is immaculate. No one has gone in there except the 2 dogs, which I suspect are part of the problem, but they can't read English...signs mean nothing to them. I'll enjoy it until the next deep cleaning in about October where I will have another list of weird stuff I found behind my couches.
Our family room is attached to our kitchen. Picture this. When you walk into our front door, you walk all the way straight back to the back door. When you get about 5 feet from the back door and stop, to the right is the kitchen and the family room is to the left. They are attached with a little walkway between them from the front to back doors. This is pertinent because of the proximity of our kitchen (which I hate by the way :( to the family room is part of the problem.
When we got this house, I could hear my mom's voice inside my head telling me to take care of this house for God sake and not let those girls trash this one too. I made a declaration that no one is allowed to eat in the family room unless they make more than $50,000 a year and contribute to the mortgage. I was dead serious about this. In order to avoid dragging this post out too long, that lasted probably a good 3 months and eventually everyone assumed that rule was optional. When I see anyone eating in there, I tell them to get out and they look at me and keep eating. Then I get pissed, but that doesn't matter...they don't care.
Every 2 months I try to empty out the whole family room when I am home alone and start from scratch like I did the day they gave us the keys to our new home. Well, each time this happens, I find bizarre, random crap behind my couches. This should NOT happen because no one is supposed to be even breathing in that room as far as I am concerned.
Today's finds: several chewed up straws, bobby pins, sunflower seed shells, dog hair, shirt tags cut off, a live spider!!, a remote for the ceiling fan, crumbs, a bounce sheet, and other miscellaneous crap of the sort. The room is completely empty, couch pieces in the next room, and I have to pick up all this crap that they stuff behind my couches. By now my BP is probably at an all time high. Then I go around with the vacuum hose and suck up all the edges of the room and cushions, etc., vacuum the room, and then return all the pieces back to where they belong. I windex everything and then put up the rope from wall to wall with the sign that says, "Stay the Hell Out". Yes, this is not very ladylike or teacherlike, but I have had it. Last time I did this in June, I tied the rope to the tall lamp in the corner by the back door and taped the other end to the wall. Alexa walked into the rope by accident and I watched my lamp tip over and shatter into a million glass pieces. Won't be doing that again. No lamp anymore.
So, for now, as I type, my family room is immaculate. No one has gone in there except the 2 dogs, which I suspect are part of the problem, but they can't read English...signs mean nothing to them. I'll enjoy it until the next deep cleaning in about October where I will have another list of weird stuff I found behind my couches.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Cell Phones
I thought I already did a post on cell phones, but this is another facet about them that is currently weighing heavily on my mind right now.
Today is what made me want to write about this. For some reason, several facets of my life came crashing together today and along with that came constant phone ringing and texting. I had work related calls/texts, college related calls and messages on my voicemail/Lavin related calls/texts, etc., etc, etc. The only problem is, is when I am on the phone talking to someone, all of a sudden I hear my second line ringing, then 2 seconds later, a text comes through. It happened so many times today that I finally told Sierra that we should just go to the pool for 2 hours since it is the last day before school starts for her and I. Forget the work I have to do...let's just go swimming. We did and it was very nice. After we showered and got ready to leave the pool, I checked my phone for the time and I had 3 calls, 2 voicemails and 2 texts from different people. For 2 hours, I had peace and quality time with Sierra. After reality hit, I had to figure out how to prioritize how I was going to answer all those people. I wanted to throw my phone in the pool, but this is a bad time of the year for that.
I don't understand why things have changed so fast in this world that we are supposed to be 100% available to everyone at all times. I do not like this one bit. People get annoyed if you don't answer their texts immediately, or you don't answer their calls or whatever. I am getting to the point where one of these days the wrong person is going to get impatient and I am going to blow up. I don't want to be available to everyone all the time when they want me to be. I wish I could get a thing that sends out messages to people immediately after they call or text me saying that just because they want to talk to me that minute, doesn't mean I am able to or even want to for that matter. And that I will get back to them at MY convenience, not when they want me to. What is next? I fear that someday there will be something that pops up in front of your face when someone wants to tell you something and you will have no control over it whatsoever. I know that sounds impossible, but if you would have told me 20 years ago, you could walk around, go to the bathroom, drive, etc. and someone could talk to you while you were doing so, I never would have thought it possible.
Probably should have used my disclaimer because I get annoyed when some people don't answer the phone when I call too.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
S L O W D O W N !!!!!!
I probably should use my disclaimer for this post, but I am too lazy to copy and paste it, so just be forewarned.
I'm old. I have faced it. I guess 44 is officially old because I am getting really cranky about stuff that should not be annoying me so much. In our neighborhood, a lot of young families have moved in. They all seem to have kids from ages 3-8, which stinks for Sierra, because there is no one her age.
Sidebar: What is the deal with these young families being able to get these houses? When I was that age, I could only dream of the day when I could afford to get a house with an upstairs. Where do people get their money? It's not like our houses are mansions, but sheesh, it took me until age 43 to get a house that has enough room to finally breathe. I just don't get it. Whatever.
So, here is the problem. These young families live in the middle of the block of our cul-de-sac. If you picture a road that goes about 2 blocks and ends in a circle, we are at the end of the circle and these people live in the middle of the 2 block street. They put out these huge, ugly, yellow signs that say "Children playing" or whatever they say right in the middle of the street. Then their kids are all in the street playing and the parents are in their driveways chit chatting. Now, you might wonder what the hell is my problem with this? I have 2 possible answers for that question. 1.) I am too much like my father was, or 2.) PMS. Probably both of the above.
I have teenagers, so when their friends drive them home, they do not slow down and these people are running behind their cars screaming at them to slow down. How embarrassing. I want to tell them that I have no control over my kids' friends' driving. I have warned Lavin not to speed down the road in her new used car. Today, I went through that mess of kids, parents, and signs and muttered to myself that they are annoying as hell. Then about 5 blocks later in a different development, there was another sign. This time it was a whiteboard on a chair in the middle of the road with the words "SLOW DOWN" written in huge, black letters on it. That was it. I was officially annoyed and decided that I want to move to the country. That is how I know I am old.
I'm old. I have faced it. I guess 44 is officially old because I am getting really cranky about stuff that should not be annoying me so much. In our neighborhood, a lot of young families have moved in. They all seem to have kids from ages 3-8, which stinks for Sierra, because there is no one her age.
Sidebar: What is the deal with these young families being able to get these houses? When I was that age, I could only dream of the day when I could afford to get a house with an upstairs. Where do people get their money? It's not like our houses are mansions, but sheesh, it took me until age 43 to get a house that has enough room to finally breathe. I just don't get it. Whatever.
So, here is the problem. These young families live in the middle of the block of our cul-de-sac. If you picture a road that goes about 2 blocks and ends in a circle, we are at the end of the circle and these people live in the middle of the 2 block street. They put out these huge, ugly, yellow signs that say "Children playing" or whatever they say right in the middle of the street. Then their kids are all in the street playing and the parents are in their driveways chit chatting. Now, you might wonder what the hell is my problem with this? I have 2 possible answers for that question. 1.) I am too much like my father was, or 2.) PMS. Probably both of the above.
I have teenagers, so when their friends drive them home, they do not slow down and these people are running behind their cars screaming at them to slow down. How embarrassing. I want to tell them that I have no control over my kids' friends' driving. I have warned Lavin not to speed down the road in her new used car. Today, I went through that mess of kids, parents, and signs and muttered to myself that they are annoying as hell. Then about 5 blocks later in a different development, there was another sign. This time it was a whiteboard on a chair in the middle of the road with the words "SLOW DOWN" written in huge, black letters on it. That was it. I was officially annoyed and decided that I want to move to the country. That is how I know I am old.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Lies, Lies, Lies
Probably the biggest character flaw I hate is lying. I was informed tonight by my eldest daughter that lying is a genetic trait and the liar cannot control it. Yes, she was dead serious.
I knew daughter number 2 had the "gene" at a very young age. She was too little to know that her lies were so obviously lies that there was no wondering if things were true or not...they just were obvious lies. I was quite a bit frightened that she was going to have the lying "gene". Back then I would blame any bad trait on their father. Actually, one night when driving to college for 90 minutes, my brother in law explained to me that his brother had lied all his life as if he couldn't help it. As upsetting as that was to hear, it answered a lot of unanswered questions. As hard as I tried not to let it be our undoing, it just was.
I started to notice my oldest daughter's lying in middle school. It snowballed in early high school until I made her suffer for 2 years under my close watch and strict rules. I know some would say I am too hard on the bigger girls, but I am sure my youngest will have her time with lying when she gets bigger, although she can't possibly have the "gene". I put "gene" in quotes because it is my way of rolling my eyes on the computer for all to see. I actually rolled my eyes in the car tonight when I was informed of this genetic defect, but as I comtemplate, I am thinking maybe there is something to that. ??? I need to do some research. Nevertheless, lying is the quickest way to end relationships in my opinion. I worry that my girls will not see this until it is too late. I talk to them constantly when the subject comes up (after I catch them in yet another lie) and tell them that if they ever want to have a lasting relationship, they need to not ruin it by lying. Oldest girl tells me that it is out of her control. ***eye roll***
Just another thing in my list to worry about regarding my kids.
I knew daughter number 2 had the "gene" at a very young age. She was too little to know that her lies were so obviously lies that there was no wondering if things were true or not...they just were obvious lies. I was quite a bit frightened that she was going to have the lying "gene". Back then I would blame any bad trait on their father. Actually, one night when driving to college for 90 minutes, my brother in law explained to me that his brother had lied all his life as if he couldn't help it. As upsetting as that was to hear, it answered a lot of unanswered questions. As hard as I tried not to let it be our undoing, it just was.
I started to notice my oldest daughter's lying in middle school. It snowballed in early high school until I made her suffer for 2 years under my close watch and strict rules. I know some would say I am too hard on the bigger girls, but I am sure my youngest will have her time with lying when she gets bigger, although she can't possibly have the "gene". I put "gene" in quotes because it is my way of rolling my eyes on the computer for all to see. I actually rolled my eyes in the car tonight when I was informed of this genetic defect, but as I comtemplate, I am thinking maybe there is something to that. ??? I need to do some research. Nevertheless, lying is the quickest way to end relationships in my opinion. I worry that my girls will not see this until it is too late. I talk to them constantly when the subject comes up (after I catch them in yet another lie) and tell them that if they ever want to have a lasting relationship, they need to not ruin it by lying. Oldest girl tells me that it is out of her control. ***eye roll***
Just another thing in my list to worry about regarding my kids.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Teenage Girls
Need I say anymore? The title of this post says it all.
However! I am not going to leave it at that, because I am sure mentally that will not be enough for me to get it off my chest. I woke up this morning, took a peek in Alexa's room and got instantly angry. I KNOW Lavin's is worse, so I didn't even go in there. I went downstairs, grabbed a huge handful of trash bags with drawstrings and went back to face that disaster of a room.
We have lived in this house almost 10 months now. I watched it be built from the concrete pad and up. I was so happy that I would have a clean house with no one else's dirt or energy. I told myself I was not going to let my kids ruin my brand new house. Well, not even a year into it and I am not happy at all.
I started by stripping the bed, throwing the bedding downstairs to wash. My girls are so weird. They don't like the regular mattress pad, sheets, blanket, comforter thing. NO, Alexa sleeps on top of it all and covers up with even more bedding. Lavin sleeps on the mattress with nothing on it at all, which I find extremely weird. She has dirty gross bedding and old comforters along with pillows with no pillowcases on them. I'm sorry. I just can't stand it anymore. After that, I took the trash bags and went through different parts of the room and just put absolutely everything into the bags. It took me several bags and lots of time. I was grossed out at all the dirty clothes stuffed in different places. Oh, I can't even talk about what I saw/found because it is just purely disgusting and ticks me off to think about it.
Then I took the mattress and moved it out into the hallway. I made a long list of what they have to do in the order I want it as far as putting things back. I am expecting that they should be throwing away at least half of the crap I found. Lavin has boxes, bags, and things like that from clothes she bought years ago. Ewwwwwwwww. Reminded me of Aunt Dot when I cleaned out her trailer before she died. She had stuff like that in there and I remember thinking that I am NOT going to hold on to crap. Scary.
It has been about 4 hours now and Alexa will be coming home from school in about an hour. I plan to be gone so that she doesn't scream at me because I will probably just drag the bags outside and tell her to leave if she doesn't like it. Lavin is almost 19, so it is very possible she will freak out enough that she will just take her stuff and move in with her other friends. As much as I feel that would be a huge mistake, I would have a new office and a clean room. Time to grow up Lavin.
Well, once again, complaining on here doesn't really make me be able to let it go. I am just more upset now thinking about how they do not respect my home at all. Tonight should be interesting around here.
However! I am not going to leave it at that, because I am sure mentally that will not be enough for me to get it off my chest. I woke up this morning, took a peek in Alexa's room and got instantly angry. I KNOW Lavin's is worse, so I didn't even go in there. I went downstairs, grabbed a huge handful of trash bags with drawstrings and went back to face that disaster of a room.
We have lived in this house almost 10 months now. I watched it be built from the concrete pad and up. I was so happy that I would have a clean house with no one else's dirt or energy. I told myself I was not going to let my kids ruin my brand new house. Well, not even a year into it and I am not happy at all.
I started by stripping the bed, throwing the bedding downstairs to wash. My girls are so weird. They don't like the regular mattress pad, sheets, blanket, comforter thing. NO, Alexa sleeps on top of it all and covers up with even more bedding. Lavin sleeps on the mattress with nothing on it at all, which I find extremely weird. She has dirty gross bedding and old comforters along with pillows with no pillowcases on them. I'm sorry. I just can't stand it anymore. After that, I took the trash bags and went through different parts of the room and just put absolutely everything into the bags. It took me several bags and lots of time. I was grossed out at all the dirty clothes stuffed in different places. Oh, I can't even talk about what I saw/found because it is just purely disgusting and ticks me off to think about it.
Then I took the mattress and moved it out into the hallway. I made a long list of what they have to do in the order I want it as far as putting things back. I am expecting that they should be throwing away at least half of the crap I found. Lavin has boxes, bags, and things like that from clothes she bought years ago. Ewwwwwwwww. Reminded me of Aunt Dot when I cleaned out her trailer before she died. She had stuff like that in there and I remember thinking that I am NOT going to hold on to crap. Scary.
It has been about 4 hours now and Alexa will be coming home from school in about an hour. I plan to be gone so that she doesn't scream at me because I will probably just drag the bags outside and tell her to leave if she doesn't like it. Lavin is almost 19, so it is very possible she will freak out enough that she will just take her stuff and move in with her other friends. As much as I feel that would be a huge mistake, I would have a new office and a clean room. Time to grow up Lavin.
Well, once again, complaining on here doesn't really make me be able to let it go. I am just more upset now thinking about how they do not respect my home at all. Tonight should be interesting around here.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
We're just different
Why is it that women talk 2x or 3x more than men? I read that somewhere and it seems to apply in most all areas of men/women communication.
A good example that happens very often is the conversation Mike and I have frequently that goes something like this:
M: Keith stopped over today for a few minutes (this never happens BTW, he doesn't come over)
D: Really? What was he doing?
M: He rode his motorcycle 110 miles today.
D: Oh wow, what did you guys talk about?
M: Nothing.
D: Oh, so you just sat there staring at each other?
M: We didn't stare at each other.
D: Well then you must have talked about something. Where did he ride to?
M: Julian
D: Did he stop for pie? You have to have pie when you are in Julian.
M: No, he just rode
D: Wow, so he stopped by here? That's unusual.
M: Yeah
D: I can't believe you won't tell me what you talked about.
M: Do you want me to make something up? We didn't talk about anything.
D: That doesn't make sense
You see, Keith and Mike have been friends since middle school when they attended Catholic school together, college, etc. Mike talked Keith into moving from South Dakota to California when Mike had been here for 9 years. They are at year 6 in the next city hooked to ours and we rarely see them. It is so weird. You would think that we'd see them but we don't. I can't say anything more about that because it is a sore subject. At least the guys are still best friends even if they mainly talk on the phone 10 miles apart. Whatever...
Back to the subject at hand. I always want to spill everything that I talked about with people and I can't get anything out of Mike. I am not sure if he just doesn't want to talk to me about what they talk about or if he just doesn't want to talk to me. Either way, it bothers me enough to post it on my complaint blog so I can just let it go (hahahahaha---that is funny). Well at least if I complain on here, I am not starting arguments. Right?
A good example that happens very often is the conversation Mike and I have frequently that goes something like this:
M: Keith stopped over today for a few minutes (this never happens BTW, he doesn't come over)
D: Really? What was he doing?
M: He rode his motorcycle 110 miles today.
D: Oh wow, what did you guys talk about?
M: Nothing.
D: Oh, so you just sat there staring at each other?
M: We didn't stare at each other.
D: Well then you must have talked about something. Where did he ride to?
M: Julian
D: Did he stop for pie? You have to have pie when you are in Julian.
M: No, he just rode
D: Wow, so he stopped by here? That's unusual.
M: Yeah
D: I can't believe you won't tell me what you talked about.
M: Do you want me to make something up? We didn't talk about anything.
D: That doesn't make sense
You see, Keith and Mike have been friends since middle school when they attended Catholic school together, college, etc. Mike talked Keith into moving from South Dakota to California when Mike had been here for 9 years. They are at year 6 in the next city hooked to ours and we rarely see them. It is so weird. You would think that we'd see them but we don't. I can't say anything more about that because it is a sore subject. At least the guys are still best friends even if they mainly talk on the phone 10 miles apart. Whatever...
Back to the subject at hand. I always want to spill everything that I talked about with people and I can't get anything out of Mike. I am not sure if he just doesn't want to talk to me about what they talk about or if he just doesn't want to talk to me. Either way, it bothers me enough to post it on my complaint blog so I can just let it go (hahahahaha---that is funny). Well at least if I complain on here, I am not starting arguments. Right?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Work
Why do I have to work? I don't want to work. I want to be completely free of responsibility. I want to be able to do what I want when I want without anyone expecting anything of me.
I've said this all my life and I continue to say it to this very minute. I guess this isn't considered judgemental, so maybe I need to change the title of my blog to "Sorry, but I am going to complain". That would probably cover more areas for me. That is taken care of now. Great! This gives me much more leeway in my blog. I've always been good at complaining. Hey, maybe I can get paid for complaining and then my "job" won't seem like work at all! Don't people say that anyway? Get a job you love and you won't feel like you work at all.
I know I am so lucky to have a job, so I should just shut up, but truly, I just wish I was rich and could not work.
Here is what my day would be like if I had no responsibilities: Wake up whenever I want, which would be late, lay by the pool and swim, read, listen to my talk radio, shower, watch tv while I clean, make dinner, go for a walk with my dog, meditate, read, go to bed and repeat. Actually, sounds boring, huh? Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut and be thankful that I have a job.
This really is funny coming from someone who may just have too many jobs in the near future. Good thing only one person reads my blog or I might get struck by a lightning bolt for saying all this negative stuff.
I've said this all my life and I continue to say it to this very minute. I guess this isn't considered judgemental, so maybe I need to change the title of my blog to "Sorry, but I am going to complain". That would probably cover more areas for me. That is taken care of now. Great! This gives me much more leeway in my blog. I've always been good at complaining. Hey, maybe I can get paid for complaining and then my "job" won't seem like work at all! Don't people say that anyway? Get a job you love and you won't feel like you work at all.
I know I am so lucky to have a job, so I should just shut up, but truly, I just wish I was rich and could not work.
Here is what my day would be like if I had no responsibilities: Wake up whenever I want, which would be late, lay by the pool and swim, read, listen to my talk radio, shower, watch tv while I clean, make dinner, go for a walk with my dog, meditate, read, go to bed and repeat. Actually, sounds boring, huh? Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut and be thankful that I have a job.
This really is funny coming from someone who may just have too many jobs in the near future. Good thing only one person reads my blog or I might get struck by a lightning bolt for saying all this negative stuff.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Chivalry Is Dead
This is an easy one. It doesn't even require a disclaimer because it is something I would never be accused of (hypocracy).
On the way home from our 8 day journey to South Dakota, we took a flight from Sioux Falls to Las Vegas. We were the last to get on the plane because of the row we were in.
Sidebar: We were in row 7, which is in the front because it starts with row 4 for some ODD reason that I can't figure out. Rows 1-2-3 do not exist on that particular airplane. (Twilight Zone music). They boarded rows 4-6, then went from the back of the plane and the last row to board was 7. Very strange.
I had told Alexa that there was NO way we would find overhead bin space for our carry on suitcases because the idiots in the back of the airplane that got to board before us would stop and shove their crap in the overhead bins above row 7 even though they are in row 35. She thought I was just making that up. We get on and all the overhead bins were closed except for about 4/5 down at approximately row 27. The plane was full and they were waiting for us to get our stuff in before they took off. There was a boys' baseball team that had won some tournament and had a 5 foot trophy they had to disassemble to put on the plane. They were probably ages 15-18 and I couldn't tell where they were from, but they were definitely flying home with their trophy. One boy had a Vegas t-shirt on and another had an Orange County t-shirt on, so they were definitely from this end of the US. They were all in rows 25-29 sitting together. Do you see where I am going with this? My gorgeous 16 year old daughter and I are having to put our suitcases up above their heads probably because their %&$# is above our heads in row 7.
I lifted my suitcase up and stuck it in there. Alexa, who is 5' 9" at least, went to pick hers up and do the same. Of course she was flustered because they were all looking at her and saying stuff that we weren't really hearing because we were hurrying. She had difficulty putting her suitcase up there because it was crowded on the plane and such. She was obviously struggling big time.
(stupid question coming) Did even ONE of the boys or their coaches help her with lifting it up?
(stupid answer coming) NO!!!!!!!!!!!! Not one offer. I was shocked, saddened, and mad all at the same time. She did get it up there and they said something to her. She said, "What?" and they laughed. I know she was mortified. Not letting it go like I am known for, I said:
"These must not be South Dakota boys, because if they were, someone would have offered to help you." She was not happy that I said that, but oh well.
I am not so sure if a South Dakota boy would have done it, I can only hope he would have, but probably more likely than the boys that were sitting right there laughing at her plight.
The only problem with this blog is that while it is supposed to let me get stuff off my chest, it usually only makes me madder. Like now, I want to find out what town/team they were and tell their coaches what I think of that. I know her Grandpa was rolling in his grave when he saw what happened to her that day. Boys.
On the way home from our 8 day journey to South Dakota, we took a flight from Sioux Falls to Las Vegas. We were the last to get on the plane because of the row we were in.
Sidebar: We were in row 7, which is in the front because it starts with row 4 for some ODD reason that I can't figure out. Rows 1-2-3 do not exist on that particular airplane. (Twilight Zone music). They boarded rows 4-6, then went from the back of the plane and the last row to board was 7. Very strange.
I had told Alexa that there was NO way we would find overhead bin space for our carry on suitcases because the idiots in the back of the airplane that got to board before us would stop and shove their crap in the overhead bins above row 7 even though they are in row 35. She thought I was just making that up. We get on and all the overhead bins were closed except for about 4/5 down at approximately row 27. The plane was full and they were waiting for us to get our stuff in before they took off. There was a boys' baseball team that had won some tournament and had a 5 foot trophy they had to disassemble to put on the plane. They were probably ages 15-18 and I couldn't tell where they were from, but they were definitely flying home with their trophy. One boy had a Vegas t-shirt on and another had an Orange County t-shirt on, so they were definitely from this end of the US. They were all in rows 25-29 sitting together. Do you see where I am going with this? My gorgeous 16 year old daughter and I are having to put our suitcases up above their heads probably because their %&$# is above our heads in row 7.
I lifted my suitcase up and stuck it in there. Alexa, who is 5' 9" at least, went to pick hers up and do the same. Of course she was flustered because they were all looking at her and saying stuff that we weren't really hearing because we were hurrying. She had difficulty putting her suitcase up there because it was crowded on the plane and such. She was obviously struggling big time.
(stupid question coming) Did even ONE of the boys or their coaches help her with lifting it up?
(stupid answer coming) NO!!!!!!!!!!!! Not one offer. I was shocked, saddened, and mad all at the same time. She did get it up there and they said something to her. She said, "What?" and they laughed. I know she was mortified. Not letting it go like I am known for, I said:
"These must not be South Dakota boys, because if they were, someone would have offered to help you." She was not happy that I said that, but oh well.
I am not so sure if a South Dakota boy would have done it, I can only hope he would have, but probably more likely than the boys that were sitting right there laughing at her plight.
The only problem with this blog is that while it is supposed to let me get stuff off my chest, it usually only makes me madder. Like now, I want to find out what town/team they were and tell their coaches what I think of that. I know her Grandpa was rolling in his grave when he saw what happened to her that day. Boys.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Cell phones
Could this be the best and worst invention all at the same time?
I've had a cell phone since 1998 and I swear the signals are the same today as they were 11 years ago. It's crazy. I live in a city of over 100,000 people in the middle of one of the most populated areas of the United States and I still can't get a signal for about 1 mile in the middle of Margarita Road in the middle of Temecula!
I can see why I didn't have the best service in South Dakota. They don't have AT&T there anyway, so that is understandable. But HERE? Come on! Seriously. When will we have cell service everywhere? The year 2020? Well, maybe not even then since it is only a decade away and nothing seems to have changed in the past decade regarding cell service. It's so bizarre.
Get this...I had rare service the whole 8 days in South Dakota. If I was in Rapid City, Sioux Falls and Huron, I was okay for the most part. Anywhere else, it was sketchy. I understood that. But when my sister and her friend got lost in Custer State Park back last Winter in the middle of nowhere, they were able to get cell service. There is no rhyme or reason to the cell service anywhere. I find that so funny and annoying especially since they have been out for more than a decade. Weird.
I've had a cell phone since 1998 and I swear the signals are the same today as they were 11 years ago. It's crazy. I live in a city of over 100,000 people in the middle of one of the most populated areas of the United States and I still can't get a signal for about 1 mile in the middle of Margarita Road in the middle of Temecula!
I can see why I didn't have the best service in South Dakota. They don't have AT&T there anyway, so that is understandable. But HERE? Come on! Seriously. When will we have cell service everywhere? The year 2020? Well, maybe not even then since it is only a decade away and nothing seems to have changed in the past decade regarding cell service. It's so bizarre.
Get this...I had rare service the whole 8 days in South Dakota. If I was in Rapid City, Sioux Falls and Huron, I was okay for the most part. Anywhere else, it was sketchy. I understood that. But when my sister and her friend got lost in Custer State Park back last Winter in the middle of nowhere, they were able to get cell service. There is no rhyme or reason to the cell service anywhere. I find that so funny and annoying especially since they have been out for more than a decade. Weird.
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