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Friday, September 30

Sweet! It's Friday!

And on this "Sweet Friday"
I am taking sweet up a notch.

And who better to do that with but my Garrin.
because my other two are driving me crazy and don't deserve a blog post.


So Garrin's been asking to make
Brownies
with frosting
AND sprinkles.
Very specific.  Not sure where he saw those, or how he came
up with that thought, but we finally got around to it last night.



I'm sorry....I was distracted by my kids mile long eye lashes.
What was I saying?
 
Oh yeah.
He was so pleased with himself.
Even shared them with the other two monsters.
 
Here's hoping you have a sweet end to your week.

Thursday, September 29

what happens in kindergarten

stays in kindergarten......

unless you happen to volunteer.

I got to go into the classroom yesterday.
The local fire department was coming and the kids were going to
get to listen to a fireman talk about his job, and then check out the truck.
Since I have the pleasure of being the co-Room Mom this year,
I offered to go in to take pictures.


The truck was super cool.  And the kids were in awe, being up close and personal with it!
Garrin got in a little social time,
chatting it up with his buddies.
But that didn't last long.
He hooked up with his girl shortly thereafter.

and did NOT let her go.......
Totally uncaring to who was watching......
As they say...
"ahhh......young love...."
Come on though...
In Kindergarten????
 
Garrin - step away from Ava.  Let's focus.
On school.  And learning how to read please.
 
She is pretty darn cute though.

Wednesday, September 28

Dust storms are good for something

The dust that lingers in the air,
makes for good sunrise or sunset photos.

Does that even make any sense??

This was yesterday morning.

You have to live here to appreciate this theory, I guess.

And that being said - I leave you with this thought,
this Wednesday...

"The roots of all goodness lie in the soul of appreciation for goodness"

Dalai Lama

Tuesday, September 27

I thought I would give equal time

to those parents who don't go through some of the same struggles
or deal with some of the same issues that some of us do,
or just plain think they have it in the clear.

Today's post is for you.



I don't happen to live in this fantasy.

Ok - This sarcasm has truly helped me get over this.
Onto better things.
and a Happy Tuesday!


Monday, September 26

The names have been changed

to protect the innocent - I mean..
the guilty.

So here we have the short and condensed
AND
less pissed off version of my weekend.


What good a little time and space does
a congested, angry, hurting mind.  Good enough to be able
to sort through it all and write it down.

So the madness started on Thursday.
My daughter, Anna had told me that she was NOT planning on attending the
Homecoming football game at the High School on Friday night.
There was a big Invitational that she was swimming in on Saturday
morning - and this decision was the first of I'd hoped, many,
good decisions she would be making for the rest of the weekend.
It was a FULL weekend, suffice it to say.

So the alarm goes off for her Friday morning at 3:50 am, and
I truly admire her for her 1. ability to get up and function so early
on some days and 2.  do it without an attitude - sometimes with
excitement!  So she did that and then proceeded to go to school.
Come home and get ready for her second swim workout of the day.
Again - without complaint.  She proceeded to tell me she'd decided to go
to the game for 1 hour.  So I picked her up from practice and dropped her off
at the game - much to the dismay of her club coach AND her
high school coach.  But whatever.  She's a teenager.  A freshman.
And she works hard to maintain some semblance of social life,
while working hard at school and at the pool.

One hour turns into three.

Fast forward to the next morning where she has to be up and on the bus
to the meet by 6:15.  A text from her after getting to the meet, was to
inform me that she would be catching a ride home with a parent that I do not
know, but one of a kid on her team.  This was after my set-in-stone rule of - any away
meet that I did not attend meant she was to ride the bus back to school.
I could have said no.  But I didn't.  Like an idiot, because that was where the
day slid downhill.  So the aforementioned "late night out" translated into a
crappy meet.  Which was relayed to me by text, after a few sarcastic ones from
me - obviously typed with ALL CAPS.  'Cause that's just how we roll now -
we talk to our kids over text.  And to relay the importance of what we have to say,
we do it in capital letters.  Awesome.  Not how I'd want it, but let's be real,
it is just how it is.

It is also, the day of the Homecoming dance, of which we bought a lovely dress
for Anna to wear, along with some lovely jewelery.  Now plans were set that
she would be getting dressed at a friends house and I would head down before
they left to take pictures.  That special moment - your daughter's first homecoming.
So apparently coming off the shitty meet, Anna decides she is going to go directly,
and I mean, DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $100,
directly TO her friends house
right
after
the
meet.
Four whole hours before the dance.
So she "stops by", comes in the front door, marches right into her room,
"protected" by her friend (because surely Mom and Dad won't flip out on me while
my friend is in the house), gets her things and leaves at lightening speed, with a
quick little goodbye thrown at us from the front door.
BUH BYE

More texting proceeds between the two of us.
And guilty as charged.
The F word is flying.
all
over
the place.

I am livid.
Beyond pissed off.

But what's done is done.
She spend the next 4 hours at her friends house.
She popped back in to collect $25 to get into the dance,
because I refused to bring it to her,
about the same time I refused to take pictures.
Standing on the principal of the matter.

And I never felt worse in my 14 years of parenting.
The worse part of this.  I consider myself a pretty strict parent.
Really.  But shit sometimes just gets OUT of CONTROL.
And I may just be the one to let it get that way.
Scary.
And as I type this I say.
She is a good kid.
But a good kid in the day of being able to take
advantage of, or manipulate situations
way easier than it was WAY BACK WHEN.

Which brings me to my son and yesterday.  Who too, is a good kid.
So I ask Conrad to do a grade check.  Because I am a strict mom,
right?  And I am riding them both like a pony, about their grades.  So he
kinda sorta logs on and say "My grade went up a tiny bit in English."
So between the haphazard log on and a very non-informational answer
to the grade question, I told him to log on and I was going to
LOOK, you know - with my own two eyes.

As I sit and proceed to go through his grades - 4 A's, 2 B's
(his answer yielded 1 B and 5 A's........)
and then click into each subject I am noticing 1 or 2 F's per subject.
Let the flipping out begin.  Everything else - A's.
Come to find out the F's??  Homework.  Not turned it.
WHAT THE FUCK??
Does the homework.  Doesn't turn it in.  Or turns it in late - which is an automatic F.
Perfect.
So I then decide I am going to rip through his backpack.
Besides the unbelievable lack of organization, I stumble across
at LEAST 4 extra credit assignments......
done
and not turned in.
All of this?  He has no explanation.
none
Doesn't know why he doesn't turn his assignments in.
All this before a swim meet.

So I told him
take all the hate he had for me that morning,
for ripping into him the way I did,
out in the pool
(which he did, by the way)

So that's it in a nutshell.
My friggen weekend from hell.
Feels good to write it all down.
Felt good to dump this all on a couple of my friends today even.
Makes you realize a couple things.
1.  We are not alone in this.  All parents struggle.
2.  Bad shit happens to good people and good kids.

It's all in how it ends.
We talked.
We understood one another.
We know how to proceed from here.
And we love each other regardless.

Because honestly, there are parents who don't care.
I won't ever apologize for my caring
occasionally emerging in some screaming and cursing and door slamming.

Saturday, September 24

borrowing words from connor

Go Me.
Today is my 4th anniversary of starting this blog.

4 years of this.
holy cow.

4 years of writing.
i have never considered myself a writer,
let alone a consistent one,
or a good one,
or a funny one.
but (pat yourself on the back gini)
i think i've done that
so far
successfully.

so here's to the ups
the downs
the sarcasm,
the ranting,
the photography (that totally rocks it!),
the people that follow,
and most of all -
the good feeling i get after posting.

it's been fun.
it's been real.

that's the best part.

Friday, September 23

a big shout out

to Hannah's coach - Coach Joe - for making sure the pool was all in order for the kids to practice at the literal crack of dawn this morning. Otherwise I would not have been able to capture this shot.
The only thing I did to this photo was sharpen it up a bit.
No color adjustment.
What perfection...capturing the essence of this "western-styled" part of the desert.

And how super awesome is this coloring -
seeing as it is the first day of Fall.

oh
AND
it's going to be 107 degrees!

FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN....where is some cool weather?

Thursday, September 22

like

Did you know that like
just recently Garrin like
says like
like
all the time??
Like
I don't even like
know where he learned to like
talk like that.

Just look at like
how big he is getting.
Like
I can't even like
believe it.
Seriously.
It is driving me crazy.

It's almost as crazy as how often I say -
SERIOUSLY?

Wednesday, September 21

I've been on hold.....kinda

I guess on hold is really not true.
Who's life gets put on hold????
I am in overdrive personally,
but the blogging has certainly taken a hit.
So yes.  The blog's been on hold.

Wanted to quickly post these pictures I'd taken quite a while ago.
I am between two computers right now.
My desktop is now at my "office" (more on that later),
and the laptop is at home.
So whichever I've downloaded pics on - who the hell knows,
it's not easy finding them.

At the office right now - so here you go.


I'd taken these very photos,
before I black and whited (?) them,
lowered the saturation to a sepia tone,
with still a little blue sky,
uploaded them to Shutterfly
to print them LARGE and IN CHARGE
to mount and hang at Global Superabrasives.

I will post pics of those beauties once I get them.
AND pics of the new office.

It been fun,
time consuming,
hectic,
overwhelming,
but amazing just the same.
Hence - no blogging.

Be back soon though.
Happy Hump Day.
or Hump Night.

Ok - that didn't sound right......
It's 5:00 somewhere, right????

Friday, September 2

I don't know what to think...

about high school swimming.
I thought for sure I would be a Club SwimMom Snob.
(only thinking club swim was what my kid needs)
And to some degree I do....kinda.

What I saw yesterday, in the pool,
was expected.  As a freshman - she does pretty good for herself
against any and all upper classmen.  OK - she rocks it....
But what I saw outside of the pool, what pretty neat as well.
She will definitely take away something positive from High School Swimming.

This is a picture of Hannah and one of her club swim competitors, Katie,
who is super fast too.  They are total buds.  They have a love and a respect
for each other, which is pretty amazing.  But here in high school, they are teammates.
It is sort of weird to see Hannah with a cap on representing a different team...
a HIGH SCHOOL team (I just threw up in my mouth...)
Part of what is interesting about high school swim, is wondering how the coach reacts and interacts
with club swimmers.  With Hannah's team, the coach requires ONE mandatory practice
with him for USA Swimming swimmers, and allows her to still workout with her club for the remainder of the week.  It has become very apparent that while Hannah fulfills her one day mandatory requirement, the coach has a hair across his tusshie about her dedication
 to club and not to him.
Why, like my sister said, would he cut off his nose, to spite his face?
Who knows.
Caught this one example actually - with my camera.

Here is a picture of Katie and Hannah, after warmup,
checking the sheet of events where Hannah was entered in
only one event and one relay........
Hannah's got that - "It figures" look on her face, and Katie is pretty much in disbelief.
Good idea, Coach.  Don't swim your second fastest swimmer.  Teach her a little
lesson, eh?
Funny thing is - he penciled her into another event AND another relay right before the
meet started.  I am going to tell myself that it was because Bill and I actually showed up
AND Bill timed.  wink wink

Whatever.  Stupid petty shit.  Let's get back to Hannah....
She swam great and is sure to be included in all future meets, I am confident.
wink wink, again

Her fly looked exceptionally good last night and she asked me to post these pictures
so her old coach and her new coach, for club, could see.

So here you go.

Check out Hannah's reflection in the next few.
Pretty cool shots, if I do say so myself.



It was nice to see all the kids gather together and the camaraderie they all share.
Hannah says that not one of them treats her or Katie any different or as an outsider,
seeing as the two of them kick everyones butt......and are freshman.  I know
from being a teenager, that respecting one another and being nice isn't always
one's first option when going through such an insecure time in their life. 
 Just a part of growing up, I know.  So - so far - so good...

My last thought in all of this...
how this differs from club.
Well.
Boys
Boys
and more Boys.
Boys that I do not know.
Boys that my daughter likes.
And boys that like my daughter.

I'm going to end on that note.
And go buy some long pants and turtlenecks for Hannah.

Thursday, September 1

I love my husband

and am completely 100 percent behind him and all his efforts in his business.
And now that it is growing and expanding and getting busier and busier,
I am finding that he is including me in some things that pertain to his work.
I am so proud of what he has accomplished this far, is looking forward to tackling,
and am extremely grateful that he wants me by his side as part of this venture.

Most days though, this is what I hear.

Blah blah blah superabrasives blah blah blah blah
corner radius blah blah blah blah diamond blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blade blah blah blah OD blah blah blah blanchard blah

tooling blah blah blah lathe blah blah blah blah delivery blah blah blah

UPS RED blah blah part number blah blah blah honing
blah blah CNC blah blah blah resin bond blah blah tool holder blah blah blah
delivery blah blah grinding blah blah
blah blah relief blah blah shank blah blah angle blah blah manufacturing
my wife is awesome blah blah

blah glass blah blah blah optical blah blah blah precision blah blah blah
3/4 inch blah blah blah blah blah tungston carbide blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah scheduling blah blah blah purchase order blah blah blah blah blah

blah blah PCD blah blah blah optical blah blah blah ceramics blah blah

blah blah blah blah blah burr
blah 400 grit blah blah slurry blah blah blah coolant blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah my wife is still awesome


You are gonna be great,
even if I have to stand back and watch.