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Entries from April 2007

The Monday Melee

April 23, 2007 · 1 Comment

You know, with this little to gripe about, I’m feeling positively thankful and rich. Check it out at http://fracas.wordpress.com !!

The Misanthropic: Name something (about humanity) you absolutely hate. Skin tags. Every time I see one, I want to take a pair of nail clippers and cut it off. Yes, it’s in my family- I am doomed.

The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent, or bogus. The “Dangerous Women Conference”, which advertised itself as an opportunity to learn how to minister for the Lord in a better, bigger way, when it was really just a fundraiser.

The Malcontent: Name something you are unhappy with. I’m running out of egg roll wrappers, but not out of my craving for homemade egg rolls.

The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can. Mr. Wonderful is being very patient with me these days.

The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it. I think about things.

The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for. Someone to seriously offer us $115k for our house and land, so we could move to Puerto Rico.

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Filler

April 21, 2007 · 2 Comments

My friend SW won tickets to a Women’s Conference, so I’m off today, 6:20 a.m. to 8:30 p.m.

There are Pop Tarts and Ramens for #2 daughter to make breakfast and lunch, a casserole (Thank you, Once A Month Cooking!) for dinner, a watermelon and sodas for snacks, and 3 movies from Hastings (total: $26 for the food, $5 for the movies. Cheap date, expensive “free” conference!), and we ladies will be eating at California Pizza Kitchen on the way home.

God willing, the house will be relatively neat tomorrow so we can get up, get ready for church, and put a lasagna in the oven quickly when we get home. Our friends the Ds are coming over to have lunch with us and look at the house. They just had a baby and need to buy something bigger…

Could it be this simple? The Ds choose to buy, we sign a contract to teach in PR, we move in 10 weeks?

Anyway, notice I didn’t crow about the conference. Women’s Conferences tend to drip sentiment and banality. I’m slipping Kleenex and a book in my purse. I do not expect to learn anything. at. all. from this conference. Some days are just a gift to a friend.

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Egg Rolls

April 18, 2007 · 2 Comments

Specifically, Reuben egg rolls. I finally found some corned beef, sliced thin. You can’t find corned beef easily in the South.

They are putting tiramisu in the freezer section now. When we moved from Orlando to Atlanta Suburb, the grocers didn’t have a clue what tiramisu even was- the pronunciations alone were laughable.

Anyway, I’m now craving making those Reuben egg rolls. I am supposed to wait until Sunday. I get cravings for specific foods a lot- cheesy lasagna, eclairs, bacon cheeseburgers, strawberry milkshakes. The thought never really leaves my mind until I eat whatever I’m craving. The longest was six months for a thick T-bone steak. (We were in a budget crisis.)

The variety tells me it’s not a vitamin-deficiency thing. Where does the thought go, whilst I’m thinking of the daily stuff, until it’s satisfied? Why does it hang around for so long, hiding in the closet of my mind? Maybe because I know my own selfishness, and I know I will, eventually, satisfy it?

Is my seeming contentment and patience just hidden self-confidence? Not “This desire can rest”, but “I, powerful I, will satisfy this desire”?

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It’s Monday! Time to Print the Melee!!

April 16, 2007 · 5 Comments

Here’s the melee today. Check it out at http://fracas.wordpress.com !!

The Misanthropic: Name something (about humanity) you absolutely hate.
Dang! Something happened this weekend and I thought to myself, “I’m going to have to remember that for the Monday Melee!” Now, what was it? Forgetfulness, maybe?

The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent, or bogus. Piedmont Newnan Hospital, for telling me at pre-op “We need to collect $500 right now.” You couldn’t have mentioned that in one of our FOUR previous phone calls?

The Malcontent: Name something you are unhappy with. My slacker husband.

The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can. SW, for inventing home-made Reuben egg rolls, combining two of the most perfect flavors on the planet.

The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it. I’m not encumbered by a love of Stuff. My attitude is, Material Stuff is nice, it makes life easier, but having (or not having) it doesn’t rule my life.

The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for. Someone to seriously offer us $125k for our house and land, so we could move to Puerto Rico.

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Once A Month Cooking

April 14, 2007 · Leave a Comment

Today for lunch we ate the last slices of Chicken Pizza. Everyone liked them, especially #1 Daughter, since they don’t have tomato sauce- just cooked chicken and Jack cheese on a Boboli. I spent a massive 20 minutes in the kitchen cooking them last night.

Tonight we’re eating hamburgers, green salad, chips, salsa, and #3 Son gets the last of the applesauce, his favorite side dish. Another 20 minutes. Boy, am I tired.

We’ve already half the Mexican Lasagna, since it made enough for 2 pans. Even the kids liked it. They don’t know lasagna is not supposed to have black beans in it.

We did go out to dinner (Long John Silver’s) this week. With coupons, our family of 5 ate for $20.51. Last month, we went out to eat at least twice a week. I was tired at dinnertime, and didn’t have creative energy to figure out new things to fix.

Why haven’t I been doing this every month?

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The Hand That Rocks the Cradle…

April 13, 2007 · 4 Comments

I’m learning a lot at Omega Women Untie! At first I thought Alpha Moms were just moms whose kids were in a lot of activities. Following a link on Because It’s Personal, I read an article about Alpha Moms’ motivations. Sounds pretty innocent- they want to do momhood “well”, and have been, in all other previous areas of life, high achievers.

The article follows an Alpha Mom with a 2-year-old (I believe). I have questions.
When and how does an Alpha mom deal with the emotional and spiritual aspects of her children’s lives? Grown-ups can supress or delay or resolve stresses and conflicts. Who is teaching these kids how to cope with hormones, haunting questions about eternity, and Who am I?

Please don’t tell me it is the kids’ teachers. I’m a teacher. You pay me (as your taxes pay all teachers) to teach academic subjects, not emotional lifeskills. You couldn’t pay me enough to teach 30 kids at once, each year, how to cope with crushes, drug pushers, insecurity issues, and the innate desire EVERYONE has to be loved unconditionally.

In Edwardian England, the nanny was followed by a governess. Back then, moms could have a bit more confidence that any governess they hired would have pretty close to the same moral base as the nuclear family, so all moms had to interview for was academic knowledge, and references “Do you know a Proper Noun from a Proper Curtsey? Lady Wimberly says you don’t steal. You’re hired.”

How do Alpha Moms protect themselves from finding out their governess/nanny has been teaching the kids that Sally D ought to be legalized, or that Communism is a better form of government than Democracy, or anything that seems would be anti-Alpha Mom’s values? I hear echoes of Rachel Lynde’s dire warning about adoptees from Anne of Green Gables “She set fire to the house! Burned to a crisp- right in their beds!”

How do moms that turn their kids over to someone else to raise for a majority of each week assure the family’s values, even loyalty to their own family over loyalty to another organization, will be instilled in their child?

My dad told me a few years ago George Bush expected him to alert the Homeland Security if I did anything suspicious. (My dad watched a lot more news programs than I do.) My dad compared that idea to Hitler expecting the Nazi Youth to turn in their parents, or the USSR expecting to be informed on by your family, if a family member said ANYTHING “unpatriotic”. I do know homeschoolers have had their daughter put in foster care in Germany, partially because the daughter was being taught to value her parents’ beliefs above the state’s.

I do know we were threatened with a $100 fine for taking our exchange student to a family reunion, because we took her out of school the Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday before Thanksgiving break, and although we were viewed completely as her parents, our school district has taken the parents’ rights away to decide how many days their child is in school. (She was making, and continued to make, through the rest of the year, straight As in all subjects.)

But back to the original subject.

The Alpha Mom in the article had at least one lady whom the write called “an Alpha wannabe” or some such thing, who was doing nannyish things. I got the impression that Alpha Mom, also an executive, was having her secretary do things like babysit kiddo. I’ve been an executive assistant. That kind of thing still happens (“Pick out a birthday present for my wife, and have it delivered.”), but only if the assistant puts up with it. (Don’t get me started.)

When I teach a foreign language, I avoid a bunch of the “school words” most texts include. I tell my students they will be in school for about 16 of their potential 86 years of life. Looking at the long term, they need words like “email”, “gasoline”, and “hotel” a lot more than “ink”, “desk”, or “record player”. When Alpha Moms plan, do they look at retirement years? What if they become disabled? Will their child want to care for them, know how to care for anyone?

This is not an attack. It’s a subject that is new to me, a lifestyle that is new. My background in psychology makes me wonder…

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Medical Facts (and other Scary Things) Included

April 12, 2007 · 1 Comment

DC was fun, but it’s good to be home, too. It’s warming to step into a room of people you know and have one or two come right over to catch up. SW asked last night, “Are the kids looking forward to moving, or do they just not comprehend everything involved?” Of course they don’t. Even Mr. Wonderful and I don’t. No human can. Of course there are going to be meltdowns. We learned when we had exchange students that, at about 5 weeks, homesickness hits pretty strong. We’re not superhumans- we’re going to feel homesick sometimes, too.

But we won’t quit over it. I’m going to write a calendar of reasons to stay, and rejoice, and use it, ’cause otherwise I’ll get caught in the moment. That’s just me. Reasons like: we aren’t the first people to move overseas-the sad feelings will not be a personal attack. Our emotions should be considered, but should not be given “final vote” in our actions (emotions being so variable and unpredictable). We will have made a promise, and an implied commitment, to this school, and we don’t break promises. Yes. it will be hard sometimes, it will be painful sometimes, but it won’t be fatal, or years-long harmful, so we won’t quit. Honestly, some of the same reasons and techniques that keep me from divorcing Mr. Wonderful will come in very handy.

We did, however, cancel Daughter #2’s tonsillectomy. Go ahead, call me a hypocrite. Ok, now here’s why: at pre-op, the nice lady from Poland looked at me and said, “I can’t schedule a time until you pay us the $500.” “What $500?” “Her deductible hasn’t been met this year. Your insurance doesn’t cover the deductible, and it only covers 80% of the actual cost of the operation.” “News to me. What’s the actual cost of the operation going to be?” “We can’t say exactly- usually about $5000.” Quick math, our cost $1500. Now, if I had $1500, I would immediately put it toward moving costs. Go ahead, call me harsh. We just don’t have $1500 and I’m not going to put it on a credit card. In 3 weeks of 4 doctor visits and phone calls, no one mentions to me that I should bring $500 along to the hospital pre-op. I don’t even have the checkbook on me.

Second bombshell: Dr. B’s office tells me Daughter #2 will be out of commission for 2, maybe 3 days, but I will have to keep an eye on her for 10 days to make sure no bleeding occurs. Hospital pre-op tells me, “She cannot leave the house for 7 days. During the second week, she can walk around the grocery store, but she cannot run, jump, swim, exercise, or play with other kids.” Daughter #2 defines “tomboy”. She won’t even wear flip-flops over to the neighbor’s, because they keep her from outrunning the boy. Bedrest for two solid weeks? Inconceivable.

The alternative, strep, is not fatal. We cancelled. When Mr. Wonderful called Dr. B, his nurse asked why. “Bombshell #1″, says Mr. W. “You’re the second person this week to tell us this”, says nurse.

Third (minor) bombshell. New insurance cards came in the mail 5 days ago. At Dr. B’s office Tuesday, they explain that they didn’t charge me enough last time (March 26). The new card says “effective March 1″, and the co-pay for a specialist has gone from $20 to $35. Yep, $15 to cover March 26 and $35 for April 10 =$50. I can feed my family dinner for a month on $250. Our monthly electric bill is $125.

Modern American medical costs make me sick. Take two aspirin and read your insurance card carefully!

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Monday Melee

April 9, 2007 · 4 Comments

My apologies to fracas!! She is now added to “Currently reading”. I do read fracas regularly, but I usually surf over from becauseitspersonal, so I didn’t notice the omission to my list. Again, my apologies!

Here’s the melee today. Check it out at http://fracas.wordpress.com !!

The Misanthropic: Name something (about humanity) you absolutely hate. When we loudly proclaim, “When I’m a mom, I’m NEVER going to…. (give pacifiers, use time-outs, give my kids candy, etc.)” Didn’t we learn to keep quiet after we broke ALL our “When I get married, I’m NEVER going to…” proclamations? ;)

The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent, or bogus. Group medical practitioners. With 10 partners, they ought to rotate shifts and have the office open 9-5 Saturdays and Sundays. What real, live family NEVER has medical problems between 4 pm Friday and 9 am Monday?

The Malcontent: Name something you are unhappy with. The fat around my stomach and butt.

The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can. God. He used a variety of methods (I’m reading the Book of Joshua) to conquer a variety of tribes for His people back then. He can, and will, conquer in my life, too, almost certainly in ways I don’t expect.

The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it. I’m brave in lots of mentally stressful situations.

The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for. Someone to seriously offer us $150k for our house and land, so we could move to Puerto Rico.

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Baseball Season Just Opened- Was that a Curve Ball?

April 9, 2007 · 3 Comments

My kiddos are 9, 8, and 6. They have run through the usual childhood medical stuff, and some unique situations as well. #3 had a birth defect the was corrected with major surgery when he was 6 months old, for example.

#1 got a “normal” childhood disease called Roseola that was a nerve-wracking experience for us: Her fever spiked up to 105, but every time we got a nurse on the phone, it was down to 99! The red chest rash was what finally admitted us to the hallowed presence of a real doctor. #1 was also hospitalized for dehydration when she was 4- couldn’t keep food or water for 3 LONG days.

(I despise emergency rooms, by the way- the local ER sent us home twice that weekend with no treatment because #1 wasn’t showing “extreme symptoms”. Monday, after our regular pediatrician admitted #1 to the hospital, she told us another 24 hours without IV might have been fatal.)

After almost a decade of parenting, and with a moderate medical background (Dad was a nurse in the Navy), I thought I knew which end is up. Nooo! We come back from DC, and #3 has a runny nose, and lethargy, but repeated denies any other aches, pains, and has no fever. Reaction to being back in the pollen zone, think I. 3 days go by, just a runny nose, I hand out tissues.

#2 is healthy as a horse. Runs like a thoroughbred, too, all week. Until last night, when the dreaded “Mom, my throat hurts” presages another bout of strep, which will postpone Friday’s tonsillectomy, no doubt. #2 communicates her discomfort to me while I am struggling with a cold myself.

Mr. Wonderful doesn’t hear #2 because he is at the emergency room with #1. As usual, her “cold” has moved directly to her stomach, and she hasn’t kept food or water for 24 hours. She also, um, projects, every thirty minutes by 8 p.m. Thankfully, Mr. Wonderful suggests to the doctor it might not be flu, and tests confirm it is strep throat. Again.

Vastly different symptoms among us. Nose, stomach, throat. All strep. Isn’t health fun? Why do I always take it for granted until it’s gone?

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@#$@*((*&#$!!

April 8, 2007 · 2 Comments

OK, why can I never get the results of those hilarious “Which Super Hero Are You?”-type surveys to publish on my blog? The instructions say “Copy and Paste”…

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