Hitting the Slopes

I was so incredibly impressed with my kids this weekend. We took them to Boreal to ski. And they did so good! Something I never did as a kid. It was great. We got them up at 5 AM and left the house about 45 minutes later. They were tired but never complained. We tried getting them to nap in the car - but they wouldn't hear of it. And then we got to the hill and they skied for hours! Karlee got to take a semi-private lesson due to lack of participants, just herself and a girl two years older. And Kyle did the Kid's Park class, a large group broken down into smaller groups. I was so proud of them. They rode the chair lift by themselves and skied down the hills. It was great fun! I was talking with Karlee before her lesson and said "so what life skills should you use today Karlee?" And she said "perseverance" and I said "patience". And then I said "can you think of one other?" And she said "Pride" and I was thinking wow! It wasn't what I had expected her to say - but it made me feel really proud of her myself. And now reflecting back on it I have to say it's great that she's found something that she has confidence in doing.

So we all made it home in one piece - exhausted but good! Kyle was the only one to sleep on the way home and it was only for about 1/2 hour. Kyle and I were a bit sunburned on our faces too! As much as I'm enjoying these beautiful days I hope we get the chance to get another ski day in before all the snow goes away again.....!

I'm Tired.....

I had a really rough night last night....To much going on I guess. I've been overbooked and running ragged. I guess it's affecting my sleep. That or the fact that Kevin came home last night after being gone since early Saturday morning. He had gone on a fishing trip to the Smith River again. So I guess after 4 nights alone - which now that I think about it I wasn't really only except the first two nights. The 3rd night I had my youngest come in around 1:30, and on the 4th night my oldest arrived with a tummy ache after repeated trips to the potty and then the youngest was there about an hour later. I have to say with Karlee I never really mind because I can probably count on both hands how many times she's come into our room in the night and she's 8. Now Kyle his is a totally different story. He'd be there every night if he could. We have been laying down the law for about the last 5 years - oops! He's 6...... Just kidding (okay, maybe slightly). He goes in phases. He really hasn't been in during the night for a couple weeks. I think he tunes into the fact that dad is missing and I need company. It always starts the trend again. I had a while back said no more sleeping in my bed and said he could sleep on the floor next to me, but he can't wake me up. That way I'm never surprised when I put my feet down in the morning and I don't feel carpet. And so last night having Kevin back must have thrown me off. I was awake from 1 am to 4:30 am - that I know of.... Of course the other obstacle is the dog. She's been back in the house for about 3 or 4 months - and she's on thin ice with me. I'm really trying for my families sake to keep her in. But lately she wakes me up sometimes 3 times in a night. And this is after I've let her out before going to bed. I think she just likes checking out the yard. It's driving me crazy. I can hear her wondering around the house on the hardwood floors and drives me nuts! So of course last night I finally drifted off about 3:30 and was startled awake with someone standing over me.....I just moaned and said "no, no, no. You go back to your room, mommy can't sleep and you are waking me up - go back to your room, I love you son - but you have to go to your room". And then I told Kevin that he had to deal with it. Which meant following behind Kyle and turning off all the lights he turned on to get back to his room! But you see Kevin couldn't hear me because his snore machine was making soooooo much noise that he hears nothing. Sometimes I wish for the snoring again. That thing can be so noisy. Kevin insists it's white noise. But I'm hear to tell you it's not! When that thing is pointed in your direction about a foot from your face - it is not white noise. It's really like a persistent wind blowing above your head. The thing needs to be glued in place at night, because when it gets moved just a hair - it starts howling. So I'm a bit grouchy today - and Kevin's solution was that I take the kids to school and come home and go back to bed......Yeah right! Since I have such a life of leisure, maybe I'll stop off at the store on the way home too and get some bon bons!

The Big 4 0

Kevin made my favorite - German Chocolate Cake!!
At La Hacienda with 15 of my friends for a "Girls Night Out"

I now have nearly 2 weeks under my belt of being 40. This was the hardest one yet. I really got into a funk....Can't explain it really - just struck me like no other. I really had a great day. Just mid way through I hit an emotional wall and fell apart. But I'm all better now! I apparently have moved on.....! And that's a good thing. Still seems weird to say 40. I'm 40. I'll have to practice that. NOT! I remember when I was in the 5th grade we had a new student - my friend Cherilyn - anyway she told us her parents were in there 20's - I don't remember now how old they were - but I do remember thinking how young they were and that my parents were so much older. When I do the math now, my parents would have only been 35 and 38. And now I realize they really weren't that much older than my friends parents - silly me. I remember trying to figure out how old you'd be in the year 2000 - I was the ancient age of 33. I wish I were 33 today! But since that's not going to happen - and I'm not much for lying - even about my age, I guess I'll have to work on embracing 40.

Clean your Room

I was lurking on one of my favorite blogs and came across this news tidbit. This is seriously not funny - just so there is no misunderstanding. It just made me think about my efforts this weekend to get my daughter to clean her room. This girl can come up with an excuse faster than you can sneeze. She asks to take a break about every 5 minutes. It got to the point were I was actually offering her $20.00 to clean her room - to which she said "I'll pay you $10.00 to clean if for me"..... Her dad and grandfather were not helping my situation - of course egging her on. I'd like to think she didn't really have any idea what she was saying to me..... We talked last night before she went to bed about the fact that she basically spent a good portion of the weekend (a 4 day weekend at that) in her room "cleaning" it - or in my opinion "not" cleaning it. I couldn't help but laugh when she smiled up at me and said "But mom, aren't you glad you can at least see the floor now?". A true Pollyanna moment..... In this same conversation she reminded me that I have piles on my floor too! Gotta love it.

Nothing like being slapped in the face with reality. In my bedroom it's probably a stack of books, no stacks in the living room, bathrooms, dining room - and then there is the family room. In here is a whole lot of filing..... I'm in the process of cleaning out the drawers. And I'm also working on our taxes, reimbursed medical expenses and then the school work I just can't seem to part with. I have big Rubbermaid tubs in the basement that I put the kids school work into but always seem to have a basket full that needs to go down there. And on top of that I have an extra filing cabinet and big plastic container that has Omega Nu stuff in it. Neither which go with my decor. I'm not counting the days when my presidency is over - I'm counting the days until the filing cabinet goes! And let's not even discuss the desk.....Someone once told me that a clean desk is the sign of a blank mind - apparently I took that to heart! But I do know where everything is on it. Ask me for anything and I will find it for you! Maybe I'm waiting for someone to offer me $20.00 to clean it.....

Bidwell Mansion

Today I went on a Field Trip with my daughter to the Bidwell Mansion. I have to say it's my favorite so far this year! Our tour guide, Amber did a great job taking us into the past. She really told the stories of John and Annie Bidwell as if she had been there. It was a delight! I had taken this tour years ago. I can't even remember when I did it it was so long ago. We got the school tour - the "3rd grade tour", so we were not able to go to the third floor nor to all of the rooms that you get with the other tour. But again a great tour all the same.

The one thing I enjoyed the most were the photos throughout the rooms of the rooms themselves. Bummer though they didn't have the actual dates of when the photos were taken. I love looking at old photos. It was fun imaging living at the mansion. It's a great home with so many details. It's amazing how old it really is.... I was just telling my parents that I wanted to go to the Chico Museum as I have not done that. Chico really does have a great historical past. Another fun thing I want to do - and hopefully I'll do it this year! I'd like to go the the Patrick Ranch and see the Bee threshing. Sounds like a good thing to do this summer with the kids. This will be my first summer not working in 5 years! We should pick a historical thing to do each week. I'm already looking forward to it....!

Days Later and still a little?...

For some reason I haven't been able to let this one go. Maybe some relief is in sight. I ran over to Trader Joe's the other night to get some last minute things for dinner preparation. You see I can do that! And I love it. It's sooooo close to my house! We use to have a Lucky's store which turned into an Albertson's - which then closed as there is another one further down the road. When we first moved here there was also a little Holiday Market where In Motion Fitness is now. I have missed the little stores, I knew them like the back of my hand and could run in and get something quickly. And now I have Trader Joe's - though I did see the other day that they've put up a "Grocery Store Outlet" sign on the old Lucky's building..... We'll see. We have one of those south of town. I've been there once in 12 years! So anyway, back to what I was saying...

I came out of Trader Joe's and I was putting my grocery bag into the trunk when this man on a bike came walking between my car and another. He's smoking a cigarette. I don't really remember what he was wearing, doesn't matter. So he says to me "Excuse me ma'am, can you spare some change". And I smiled and shook my head and said "No". Before I could finish what I was going to say he was onto the next person. I was actually going to add "Sorry" into my response. So he's dismissal of me caused me to turn around and look at him more closely. And I have to tell you this guy was on a really nice bike. Huh? I'm sure I've been approached by this guy before in this same parking lot. So I must of had a bewildered look on my face because the next thing I knew a woman walking by said to me "Don't feel bad, he just did the same thing to me, and honestly if he spent the time he spends begging looking for a job he wouldn't be in this position". To which I replied, "I was just checking out his really nice bike". So she continued on to her car and I got into my car. I kept replaying the encounter over in my head, not really understanding why it was affecting me. I just kept going back to the bike. It made me think of the time a few years back when Kevin was doing the annual food basket deliveries for the Salvation Army - something he does every year. He was helping this lady out to her car with this box of food and she stops at a brand new Ford Excursion. It seemed so out of place. Could be she was borrowing the car? Maybe he was borrowing the bike. For me I am not comfortable giving people on the street "spare" change. I'm very uncomfortable with the begging. Even though I'm an ENFJ (Extraversion, Intuition, Feeling, Judging-Myers-Briggs Type) or as my family refers to me an Extrovert. The only one in our family of 5. Anyway, I'm really only comfortable in my environment - I'm somewhat shy towards people before I get to know them. So I don't want to be approached by people on the streets. They are invading my space and I didn't invite them! We have had conversations in the car about people begging on the street corners. My kids have lots of questions about them. They read the signs and want to know what it means. There is a couple that stands at the intersection of Cohasset and Pillsbury, a corner that we frequent often. And this couple has been there for a while. And the kids have a million questions about them as we wait for the light to change. I answer honestly from my prospective - because I've never had a conversation with them personally. What would I know - I've never been in there situation - heck I don't even know what there situation is. But for me I choose not to give that way. They stand there with stone cold looks on there faces and won't make eye contact with you. It's sad, I get it - but isn't there something they can do? I'm also thankful I have tinted windows! I do wonder how they can stand there for hours at a time. And why isn't one of them out looking for a job while the other is begging? I did work for a (horrible) woman once - oops! Did I say horrible?... Anyway, we were coming back from lunch one time and she made this big to do about giving to this man standing on the side of the road. It was so much more about making herself look good then it was about giving - it totally turned me off! We have chosen our charity causes and stick to them. Plus with school and Kevin involved in Kiwanis and myself with Omega Nu - we are tapped! These days everyone wants your money! So I guess what I wanted to say was that a) I don't like when people beg - I don't let my kids beg, I certainly don't want an adult begging b) I don't need anyone knowing that I gave, nor do I need to be thanked, acknowledged or what not. I give because it's the right thing to do and it brings me joy. Period. I wish I could say end of story - but it brings up a whole new post idea. Maybe tomorrow!

Nothing Nice to Say

I was having a conversation the other day with my parents and my dad mentioned that I hadn't posted in a while. And the first response I could come up with was "I guess I have nothing nice to say". How sad is that.... Last week I was embroiled in the trenches of banking. Which apparently put me in a pretty bad mood. It was one of those double edged sword moments. We got a call Monday (1/22/07) telling us that they suspected fraudulent activity on Kevin's debit card - he still had his card in his possession too. And that was good and all. But here we are now over 3 weeks later and it seems to be getting worse by the day. I called the bank a week ago and advised them that the card they reissued was attached to my account. Not a good thing! Kevin has an account that his payroll goes into and I have the joint account that I use for groceries and household things. Sadly, not much in there. And certainly not enough to cover my spending and Kevin's too. So imagine my surprise when I looked up my account this morning online and saw all of Kevin's activity this weekend pulled from my account! Yikes! I was too angry to call myself. I had just had this conversation with the bank last week when the first transaction hit. And he we are 6 days later and nothing! I guess I shouldn't say nothing - they did reverse the fees they charged me when they returned the check Kevin had written me on the same day we got the original phone call! And I thought I was frustrated then. I thought I might blow a gasket this morning. Talk about incompetency. Last week when I called I was thinking, here I am the customer, why do I have to do her work for her! I really wanted to say - !@#$%^&*()_+. But I didn't..... And I'm making Kevin call today - and I'm biting my tongue!