School - kids are doing fine - Tink had a great first day, although I think she found out that she is a little tired.

Work - interesting, very interesting.  I wish I could blog about it, because I can’t believe that this is what is going on, but it is what it is, and it’s okay.  Life will be okay, I only can do so much.

I’m on the kids’ daycare board of directors, I had to leave my meeting to handle something for work, and when I came back I found out I’m the treasurer.  Oh joy!  every month I have to do the reconciliations, and sign checks.  Like I have time for this.  I’ll do it for a year, and then request for someone else to do it.  I don’t think my heart is in it.

Just a quick recap of what my day was like.  First full day back after 6 weeks off work on Medical, and first day of school for Pan.

06:20 comes very much too soon when one stays up too late watching the Olympics.  And because I’m evil - I hit the snooze, not just once, but twice, finally dragging my butt out of bed and into the shower.  I had to wake up Pan, and convince him to take a shower and be *All excited ’cause it’s the first day of school*  (I’m still not buying my line of crap either).   Wake Tink up, get them cereal, take a quick first day of school picture, drop them off at daycare and get myself to work.

Work was interesting today - one person resigned effective immediately via email.  weird don’t you think?  No phone call or anything.  The whole situation is odd.  Since I’ve been out of the office, I have no idea why, what, or anything… I just get to help box up his office tomorrow.  Making sure office equipment/supplies stay, and only his stuff leaves.  I worked on reports, and board meeting prep etc.  had one report all complete, only to find out they want it in a different format, and could I please go back and do that since May of 08.  yeah, sure, no problem.  I have to completely re-work the entire project - and it’s for an 8:00 AM board meeting on Wednesday.  UGH!

I asked Pan how his first day went - he said - Mom, she was pretty nice, but most people are the first time you meet them, it’s not until about a month that they get mean.

1) - I’m glad he thought she was nice.

2) - What have I done wrong as a parent, that he knows that most people are nice the first time you meet them, and it’s not until later that they get mean?   If I had known how heartbreaking it is to be a parent, I don’t know that I would have agreed to the job, please let it get easier, because I just hate to watch his spirit get crushed.  I have to be patient, I have to give her a chance, He has to give her a chance.  It’s going to be a great year.  It’s going to be a great year.

Went to Tink’s orientation, met her teacher, unpack her school supplies, and sorta wonder around her school so she knows where everything is.  Came home, made supper, and got dishes cleaned up in time to read with Tink for 20 minutes before bedtime.  and here’s the shocker of the day.

She got ready for bed, said her ‘good nights’, I tucked her in, and she did not get out of bed.   Tink the queen of one more kiss, one more drink, I gotta go potty… did not get out of bed.  She actually fell asleep within minutes of laying her head down on her pillow.

Side Note: when eating chips and salsa, don’t try to wipe an eyelash out of your eye… you think the eyelash was bothering you - salsa burns… it burns.

and send them this way.

Today is my first full day of work in over 6 weeks, you’d think I’d be ready to go - but honestly, I’m not. Why don’t I ever win the lotto? (Mr. I says I have to buy a ticket to win - what does he know?) Why can’t I have some rich relative that had decided to give me my inheritance early? (I don’t have rich relatives.) I’ll get back into the work mode, maybe not like before - but I’ll get there eventually.

Today is also Pan’s first day of 3rd grade. My normally super excited can’t wait to go to school, cause he just loves school 8 year old, doesn’t want to go. He really doesn’t want to go, and we’ve talked about it. I’ve told him - he is going to have a great year. He just has to remember to follow the rules, listen to his teacher, and do what she asks of him. I’ve told him - buddy, you can tell me anything, and together we can find a solution to the problem. Mom and Dad will help you. He asked if I really thought he could have a great year. I told him I believe that you can have the best year - you already have A’s going in. It’s going to be a Fantastic YEAR!!! (yep, I keep saying it, so it must be true!)

Tuesday, is Tink’s first day of Kindergarten, and weirdly enough I think I’m okay with it. I’m a little nervous for her, but I think she will be fine. She is outgoing, she can make friends with anyone, and she is a take charge kind of a gal (a little like her mom). I’m sad because she is my baby. I don’t want this stage of her life to start just yet, it came a little faster than I anticipated. But I’m okay. It’s where she is supposed to be, and what she is supposed to be doing. I say this now, but just wait until I drop her off Tuesday morning…

12 years.

Seems like yesterday we were saying “I do.”

and if I had to do it over, I would.

Love you.

Mr. Incredible is working today - so last week we went out for lunch without the kids, had a great time!

In the truck driving across town.

Tink:  Momma, Z calls me a “hot chick”

FG:  Huh?

Tink:  Z calls me a hot chick - is that bad?

Pan:  Do you want me to tell him to stop?

Tink:  Nah, it’s not a bad thing right?

* Mr. Incredible and I both biting our lips so that we don’t laugh.  *

Tink and Z are both 5.  Here’s what I want know - where does a five year old learn what a “hot chick” is?  And What does J think of this?  J is a little boy that also attends the same daycare, and they are going to get married just as soon as his mommy will let him - I am informed of this every single time I see J.  His mom and I both laugh over how protective he is of Tink, and how certain he is that they will get married.  Won’t it be great to see what the future brings?

I have pictures of the three of them together at their pre-school graduation - but since I don’t know how their parents would feel - I can’t put them on the web for all the world to see - but they are cuties!

Thank you Superwoman - I got tagged - with the ABC’s of me!!! and she gave me this cute little award!

Now for the ABC’s of me

Attached or single? Attached - 12 years on Sunday to Mr. Incredible.

Best friend? My best friend is Mr. Incredible.

Cake or Pie? Pie, I love me some good homemade pie!

Day of Choice? Saturday

Essential Item? My cell phone.

Favorite color? Blue

Gummy bears or worms? Bears.

Hometown? Small town, USA

Indulgence? Sweets - anything with chocolate…I love CHOCOLATE

January or July? July - Summer!

Kids? Yes - Pan (8) and Tink (5)

Life isn’t complete…. without friends and family; and sunsets on the water.

Marriage Date? August 17, 1996

Number of Brothers and Sisters? 2 brothers and 2 sisters. (Yes, I would be the MIDDLE CHILD)

Oranges or Apples? Apples

Phobias? Not really.

Quote? Since it’s close to our Anniversary - Here is a quote by Josh Billings:

“Marrying for love may be a bit risky, but it is so honest that God can’t help but smile on it.”

And - “The most important thing you can get in your life is an education, once you have it, no one can take it away from you.” My Grandpa R.

Reasons to Smile? Mr. Incredible, our kids, and lately - just life in general. I’m feeling good, so it’s all good.

Season of Choice? Fall - I love fall - the cool nights, the crisp morning, the colors of the leaves - it’s just a beautiful time of year. Love it!

Tag Seven People? I’m not going to tag anyone - cause those of you who haven’t already done this, will whine that you got tagged, and I’m not going to listen to it!

Unknown Fact? Geesh, don’t you guys know everything there is to know? Lets see…. I have this huge fear that someday they’ll think I’m dead, only I’m not really dead and I’ll end up buried alive - I think it’s because when I was younger, someone told me my Great-Grandpa Joe was sleeping, when he was dead, and I was very upset that they closed the lid, and put him in the ground. (maybe that’s a phobia?)

Vegetable? Steamed Broccoli

Worst habits? I use “…” to much. (what is that called?)

X-Ray or Ultrasound? I’ve had both, and either one is not a big deal - it’s when they stick you in the MRI that I can’t handle - it’s loud, feels like you are in a casket, and (is that another phobia?)

Your favorite food? Steak, Anything Chocolate, and Dt. Coke.

Zodiac sign? uhm, I have to go look it up to be sure … lets see - Aries.

I need to start this with my kids (8 & 5) are convinced that I know everything that happens in their day before it happens, I know if they’ve made a poor choice, that the daycare gals tell me all. They also know that as long as they tell me before I get the note, or told by the teacher that they will not be in as much trouble. Tonight I am greeted with the following:

Tink: Hi Momma!

FG: Hi Tink!

Tink: Guess what? Her face suddenly sad and no longer looking at me.

FG: What?

Tink: You have to sign a note today, I bit Pan.

FG: You did what?

Tink: I was so mad, I ran out of words, and my mouth just bit him.

FG: Where?

Tink: At the lunch table.

FG: No, where did you bite him.

Tink: On his back, so no TV for a week? (with a little bit of a smile)

FG: Will discuss this when we get home.

So I approach the teacher, and ask her if I have a note to sign. And because its a sibling issue - no note. (I’m good with that.) And the teachers’ comment to me - she can’t do that - but he kinda had it coming.

So anyone want to borrow my kids? They’ve been soo good all summer long, and now she bites? WTH?

I better get to work - I’m supposed to be there, uhm now… oh well.

So I was talking to my sister on the phone tonight, and we were talking about family, things going on, and she called me a smartass. Then I told her about stepping on the scale at the doctors office - it was the nurses fault…

Nurse: Can I take your weight today?

FG: Sure, How much of it do you want?

Nurse: LOL… uhm… well

FG: I’ll just step on the scale…

So I was telling my sister, that I had been emailing someone we both knew in this person’s wilder, and younger days. She hung out with the crowd that got busted on a regular basis for partying, and smoking their own special cigarettes, and now she works for a small town police department, - I’m thinking office assistant…or something like that… and I said - her working for the police is would be like me working for Jenny Craig.

She told me to stop being a smarta$$

But it’s true…

It’s a cool night out - temps in the 60’s.  Very much welcomed after the heat and high humidty that we have had lately.  With the cooler temps off goes the air conditioning, and all the windows are opened.  **Fresh AIR**

And all is quiet.  I can hear crickets.  An occasional car door, and some girly giggles, but for the most part our street is quiet.  I love this time of year - fresh crisp air, almost cool enough that you’d need a sweatshirt or light jacket if watching a football game… sooo wonderful.

And the neighbors dog is quiet.  I’m not sure how long this will last - but all is quiet, and I’m lovin’ it!

Got a call from our doctors office.  It’s official - my son is a wimp when it comes to blood.

His sodium levels are within normal range, therefore the doctor doesn’t feel it is the medicine that caused the problem.  If it happens again within a 12 month period, they will send him to a pediatric neurologist, and do more tests.

Today he is acting fine, he feels fine, and looks fine.

I went to the doctor’s office today and got my release from work.  I’ll be going half days for the rest of this week, and then full time regular hours next week.  Life is going back to normal.