Really, you are more than old enough to grow up. Really. Jealousy over such little things is stupid, and is further affecting my already dim view of you. Give it up already.
Trick for getting a sleeping kid to not wake up when putting him down, as into a car seat or crib: Support his head. Don't let his neck muscles suddenly wake up. That's my secret for how I can almost always put babies down without them waking up when they fall asleep in my arms. Not that difficult. It's not that they actually wake up easier as they get older, but that people don't support their heads, because they can hold them up themselves now. But I guess I have been taking care of kids for 12 years now. One would hope I've learned something in all that time.
Next fall? Really. Wow, I really am going to take at least four classes total from her. By the end of this I should be really good at writing papers for her anyways...
June or September? That is the question. And then I'm really torn.
And the funny statement of the week? "April, you dress like a middle-aged soccer mom." Now, I have been told a lot of things about my appearance over the years, but that was definitely a new one. Right up there with "You look like you belong in Seattle." No, not from the same person. Thankfully.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I went clothes shopping today. For those of you lucky enough to have never gone through the ordeal of clothes shopping with me, I HATE clothes shopping, and the feeling generally appears to be mutual. But today actually turned out pretty well, I got a new pair of jeans (desperately needed) and a cute sweater dress that I'm sure I will have occasion to wear next winter, and was at a price that was more than worth it. So, in light of that success, I thought I would share my commentary of clothes shopping. When I'm shopping with somebody, that unfortunate person usually has to hear this out loud. When shopping by myself I usually refrain from saying it out loud.
Walk into Kohl's. Now, where are the jeans in this place. Oh good, there they are. What, my only choices are flare or skinny? What if I wanted boot cut. And they don't have the darker ones in flare? Cause there's no way I'm wearing skinny jeans. I can't imagine that they'd be comfortable. Oh well. Here we go. Which sizes should I start with? How about 5 average, 5 long, 7 short, and 7 average. That should be a good start. I need to find jeans that aren't dragging on the floor, cause then they get wet and salty and fray faster, and then they wear out sooner, and then I have to buy new ones sooner. Oh look, an empty dressing room. Wow, these jeans are a little tight (starting with 5 average) but maybe they'd stretch with wear. (crouch down on the floor, like I would at work) Oh, maybe not. There's no way these would be practical. Okay, maybe I'll try the 7 short next. Oh good, they fit right. And they're the right length. Except, that they aren't against my skin in the back. Will that be annoying? I'm not sure. (put the 5 averages back on) Oh, these do it to, I just didn't notice. I wonder if it's cause my bum's so big compared to the whoever these jeans are supposed to fit. Ugh, I hate the fashion industry. Oh well. (put the 7 shorts back on) Yeah, these will do. I wish I could find slightly darker ones, but whatever. I'll just get these. Are these jeans essentially trying to call me fat? Cause I'm not buying it. But apparently I should be taller to have hips this wide. That's kind of offensive. Why can't girl clothes come all with measurements like boy clothes, then it's a fact, and something subjective. It's a good thing I don't let society pressure me into having a negative body-image, though heavens knows my family has certainly tried hard enough. But I can't imagine life without clothes, and I'm not sure I could go through the ordeal of trying on boy jeans. Speaking of which, whey are cute jeans always in the junior section, and never in the women's section. Women wear jeans, and I'm sure they don't all want to look mildly frumpy. (Aside to women reading this who have found cute jeans in the women's section: Congratulations!) (looking through the clearance rack for a new sweater, cause I'm getting bored with my few nice looking, non-fleece ones) Ooh, this is a pretty dress, I wonder if it would fit. (try it on) Hmm, I wish this were a little longer and not so tight in the sleeves. But it's a small. A small. How small do you have to be for this fit comfortably, I mean really people. (finds medium and large) The medium works I guess, but it's still not quite long enough. It would look really cute with tights though, and that might make it okay. And for $6 I can't complain too much. Well, I could just not buy the dress. (try on the large) Wow, this fits right. It's doesn't appear too big, it's nice and comfortable, and loose, and almost as long as I would make it if I were making clothes, and the skirt is slightly fuller. I will definitely get this dress. But really, it's a large. I am not large. No wonder so many women and girls have body image issues. If this is what the fashion industry is proclaiming as large, there are major problems. We won't even get into how small you'd have to be to fit the small size. Oh well. Since the dress does fit, and it's only $6, and I'm sure I'll have an occasion to wear this next winter, if not in the next couple months, it'll be worth it. It would make a good choice for the bishop's consecration in November I think. Okay. I'm done with the fashion industry for today. I'm going to get out of here now, before this gets more infectious. Oh look, swim suits are out already. But what, I have to pick between being modest up top or down below? What kind of world is this. I want a nice, pretty, somewhat modest swimsuit that doesn't make me look like some kind of fundie. I think this is why I don't swim. And probably why I like skiing. Skiing requires wearing as many clothes as necessary, which is great. No too short shorts. No sagging armhole jerseys. Yea skiing. I should have gone skiing today. But it's so cold, and I had other errand to run...like here. At least I found jeans that fit. That's good. And a cute dress.
And that is how I go clothes shopping. This is actually a pretty good day. When I need new nice-ish looking shirts, it's a whole other rant though. But I will spare y'all that until I attempt to buy shirts again.
Walk into Kohl's. Now, where are the jeans in this place. Oh good, there they are. What, my only choices are flare or skinny? What if I wanted boot cut. And they don't have the darker ones in flare? Cause there's no way I'm wearing skinny jeans. I can't imagine that they'd be comfortable. Oh well. Here we go. Which sizes should I start with? How about 5 average, 5 long, 7 short, and 7 average. That should be a good start. I need to find jeans that aren't dragging on the floor, cause then they get wet and salty and fray faster, and then they wear out sooner, and then I have to buy new ones sooner. Oh look, an empty dressing room. Wow, these jeans are a little tight (starting with 5 average) but maybe they'd stretch with wear. (crouch down on the floor, like I would at work) Oh, maybe not. There's no way these would be practical. Okay, maybe I'll try the 7 short next. Oh good, they fit right. And they're the right length. Except, that they aren't against my skin in the back. Will that be annoying? I'm not sure. (put the 5 averages back on) Oh, these do it to, I just didn't notice. I wonder if it's cause my bum's so big compared to the whoever these jeans are supposed to fit. Ugh, I hate the fashion industry. Oh well. (put the 7 shorts back on) Yeah, these will do. I wish I could find slightly darker ones, but whatever. I'll just get these. Are these jeans essentially trying to call me fat? Cause I'm not buying it. But apparently I should be taller to have hips this wide. That's kind of offensive. Why can't girl clothes come all with measurements like boy clothes, then it's a fact, and something subjective. It's a good thing I don't let society pressure me into having a negative body-image, though heavens knows my family has certainly tried hard enough. But I can't imagine life without clothes, and I'm not sure I could go through the ordeal of trying on boy jeans. Speaking of which, whey are cute jeans always in the junior section, and never in the women's section. Women wear jeans, and I'm sure they don't all want to look mildly frumpy. (Aside to women reading this who have found cute jeans in the women's section: Congratulations!) (looking through the clearance rack for a new sweater, cause I'm getting bored with my few nice looking, non-fleece ones) Ooh, this is a pretty dress, I wonder if it would fit. (try it on) Hmm, I wish this were a little longer and not so tight in the sleeves. But it's a small. A small. How small do you have to be for this fit comfortably, I mean really people. (finds medium and large) The medium works I guess, but it's still not quite long enough. It would look really cute with tights though, and that might make it okay. And for $6 I can't complain too much. Well, I could just not buy the dress. (try on the large) Wow, this fits right. It's doesn't appear too big, it's nice and comfortable, and loose, and almost as long as I would make it if I were making clothes, and the skirt is slightly fuller. I will definitely get this dress. But really, it's a large. I am not large. No wonder so many women and girls have body image issues. If this is what the fashion industry is proclaiming as large, there are major problems. We won't even get into how small you'd have to be to fit the small size. Oh well. Since the dress does fit, and it's only $6, and I'm sure I'll have an occasion to wear this next winter, if not in the next couple months, it'll be worth it. It would make a good choice for the bishop's consecration in November I think. Okay. I'm done with the fashion industry for today. I'm going to get out of here now, before this gets more infectious. Oh look, swim suits are out already. But what, I have to pick between being modest up top or down below? What kind of world is this. I want a nice, pretty, somewhat modest swimsuit that doesn't make me look like some kind of fundie. I think this is why I don't swim. And probably why I like skiing. Skiing requires wearing as many clothes as necessary, which is great. No too short shorts. No sagging armhole jerseys. Yea skiing. I should have gone skiing today. But it's so cold, and I had other errand to run...like here. At least I found jeans that fit. That's good. And a cute dress.
And that is how I go clothes shopping. This is actually a pretty good day. When I need new nice-ish looking shirts, it's a whole other rant though. But I will spare y'all that until I attempt to buy shirts again.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Going back to work after this break, which apparently used my vacation time, to get paid...So not okay with that. I was planning to use my vacation time in June, thanks, has reminded both of how much I love my kids and that I go to work for the kids, not the grown-ups. But I only get a week of vacation a year, and you're going to use most of that for a week I didn't want off, and think should be holiday pay, instead of letting me use it for that week off I requested for June? Uggh. Also, I want to find six or seven more three-year-olds in need of preschool/daycare so that I can keep my kids longer. Cause I really like the ones I have now, and if enough three-year-olds enroll, they won't be able to take them away from me, I mean move them up, in June, because there won't be room on the purple side until the four-year-olds go to kindergarten.
If I didn't love my kids, I think I would have up and quit by now, given that I have gotten two other job offers since I started at St. Paul's. Unfortunately both of them were part-time, but if I can get financial aid, I don't need to spend all of my time at work, and could actually work part-time instead...but I can't leave my kids while they're still mine, so I'm not considering anything else until they get taken away. I mean moved up to the blue room. If I did that, I would feel that I was betraying both my kids and their parents, and that's not something I could do.
I wonder if anyone else plans what they're going to do with their excess income when they graduate school like I do. I currently have my budget so that I'm really only living on less than half my income, because the rest of it pretty much goes to the U. Things I plan to buy when I graduate, because I don't see any reason to suddenly start living frivolously all the time. But I will probably buy a bed frame, so that I don't have a mattress on the floor anymore, new ski equipment, and possibly a Wii (and a television, to play the Wii on). I might also take up yoga, or as my late grandmother once suggested, pole dancing. Apparently it's a popular fitness trend now. But most of my money will go into savings for grad school, because that's what you do with a gender studies degree. Oh, and maybe someday I'll buy either a Ford Escape (my dream car) or a Subaru Forester, because it's a Subaru and an SUV, and I don't like cats.
Random funny thing of the week: In Salt Lake City, the lesbian bar is across the street from the Subaru dealership. (for those of you who don't get why this is funny, Subarus are considered a lesbian car unless you live in Utah, because practically everybody here has one)
If I didn't love my kids, I think I would have up and quit by now, given that I have gotten two other job offers since I started at St. Paul's. Unfortunately both of them were part-time, but if I can get financial aid, I don't need to spend all of my time at work, and could actually work part-time instead...but I can't leave my kids while they're still mine, so I'm not considering anything else until they get taken away. I mean moved up to the blue room. If I did that, I would feel that I was betraying both my kids and their parents, and that's not something I could do.
I wonder if anyone else plans what they're going to do with their excess income when they graduate school like I do. I currently have my budget so that I'm really only living on less than half my income, because the rest of it pretty much goes to the U. Things I plan to buy when I graduate, because I don't see any reason to suddenly start living frivolously all the time. But I will probably buy a bed frame, so that I don't have a mattress on the floor anymore, new ski equipment, and possibly a Wii (and a television, to play the Wii on). I might also take up yoga, or as my late grandmother once suggested, pole dancing. Apparently it's a popular fitness trend now. But most of my money will go into savings for grad school, because that's what you do with a gender studies degree. Oh, and maybe someday I'll buy either a Ford Escape (my dream car) or a Subaru Forester, because it's a Subaru and an SUV, and I don't like cats.
Random funny thing of the week: In Salt Lake City, the lesbian bar is across the street from the Subaru dealership. (for those of you who don't get why this is funny, Subarus are considered a lesbian car unless you live in Utah, because practically everybody here has one)
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