Fitting In

I heard recently that what people want more then anything is to be wanted and accepted. It got me thinking very seriously about myself, and my life in general. I guess it has left me with a major question, and that is ....why?

Frequently I have heard people say, and in fact have said myself, that I don't care what people say about me. That what other people think is insignificant. And there are times that I even fool myself into believing that is the truth. But in reality, we all care what people think about us. If I didn't care, then why does it hurt my feelings so much that someone I used to be friendly with at work can't stand me now, and I have no explanation. She doesn't make eye contact, or say hello...most of the time she acts like I don't exist, unless she is complaining about me. I pretend that it doesn't bother me, and that I don't care, but in reality, it annoys the hell out of me.

Our whole lives are spent trying to be a part of something, the in crowd, even the out crowd has some level of conformity. No one wants to be that one lone person that everyone points at. And why? What purpose does fitting in to other people's expectations of who we should be have? I wonder how many of us are truly honestly independent enough to stand up for what we think, what we feel, what we want, even if it is not the status quo? Even our leaders conform to what their various political parties think about certain issues.

Where is the originality and the independence that makes all of us who we are? Why should we care what other people think, when at the end of the day, all that really matters is what we think about ourselves?

Just something to think about....
Have a great day!!

Catching up.

So, it's been a while since I have posted anything. Not because I had nothing to share, but because I have been way to tired. I am always tired these days, which sucks. Tired, hungry and moody. And before I go any further let me set the record straight, no, I am not pregnant. I am going to the dr for a physical tomorrow, just to check everything out.



It's all star break so Damien is off until Thursday! This kind of time off is unheard of around here, so I am very excited. Alex will love getting to spend little extra time with Daddy, and maybe I can get him to do a little house cleaning for me, which would be nice.



Speaking of Alex, seriously, I am not sure that there is a funnier child anywhere. He's become a bit obsessed with our new President. Every time the dogs start barking at something outside, he says"oh, is Barack Obama here?" If the phone rings he says "Mom, is that Barack Obama?" I am still not exactly sure why my son things the Pres and I are BFF, but it cracks me up. He got to go to work with Daddy yesterday, and he loved that. He couldn't talk about anything else all day. He got to hang out with the players and even got to shoot a puck at the goalie. I think for him that was better then Christmas. Apparently, I have a future hockey player on my hands, I guess there was no way around that.

All things considered, it's been a decent couple of weeks. I guess I will have more to report post physical.

Saying Goodbye.

Soon, I am losing a friend. She has seen me at my very worst, and loved me anyway. She was non judgemental and affectionate. She always accepted me for what I was, comforted me when I was sad, or angry. She was there when I made difficult decisions that were a struggle to live with, unfailingly at my side. To some she may only have been a dog, but for me, she was and is still the best friend I have ever had.

Goodbye my Cookie pup, go be in peace. You shall always be remembered fondly, and will always have a place in my heart that will be untouched.

Let it snow

It's been a while since I have blogged, life has been pretty normal so I haven't had much to report. It's snowing in CT today...again. We got about a foot of snow on Friday, today we are supposed to get another 8 inches, and I heard we may get more on Tuesday. I mean I knew when we moved here that snow was going to be a part of life, but jeez...give a Cuban girl a break. Damien and I both got home from work early on Friday, so I had picked Alex up at 3. It was a fun afternoon. We took Alex out in the snow on his sled, and he had a blast. This was his first time playing in the snow. Hard to believe considering it snows here every winter, but the first year he was just a baby, and last year he wasn't really interested. Today however it is not even 8 am and he is already bugging me to go build a snowman. Hopefully he can wait a while, as I am still in my PJ's.

Speaking of Alex...I am more amazed every day at how big he is getting. He isn't just a baby anymore. He's been doing great with the potty training, and has been wearing big boy underwear to school everyday. I can't believe this little boy is what my baby is becoming...can't it slow down a little?

So, here we are enjoying a lazy snowy Sunday...snowman here I come!

My favorite thing that Alex has said ever!!!

We were at Wendy's today having lunch with Sherry and Isabelle. While we were dining two police officers came in and ordered their lunch, one waited at the counter, the other came and sat down near us. I said "Look Alex a police officer" Alex got all quiet and serious and looked over and said..."Mommy, can I touch him?"

Hilarious!

So mad I don't know what to do with myself.

So, our new oven was delivered today, which should really make me very happy. But, well, here's the thing. So, originally my husband was not going to have the oven delivered. The fee for what he was told was delivery, installation, and hauling away the old oven. Way freaking cool. But my husband thought it would be best to find someone to pick it up, find someone else to install it and then wait until he returns from his road trip to Grand Rapids/Cleveland and then he would eventually find time to take the old one to the dump. Sounds truly ideal, doesn't it???

Ya, I didn't think so either. And it was becoming way to time consuming. So, instead, he called and set up the delivery. I love that husband of mine. So they were all set to come today between 12:30-2:30. They showed up at 11:30 - score one for Sears. Yay! One of the delivery guys came in to the house to check out the lay up, and , bam. "You're old stove is still hooked up ma'am?" (he totally lost that point for calling me ma'am) - What??? Why wouldn't my stove be hooked up? You have to have someone who is licensed come and unhook it and then we can take the old one. What!?!?!? Don't you think that is something that should have been told to me BEFORE the delivery was made? So, they left the new stove in my dining room, and told me to call Sears back and they will come pick up the old one after we hook it up. Oh, ok, sure. Sounds great ya, fabulous.

So, I get on the phone. I called the store number, and I don't know if you have ever tried to get a hold of an actual in store Sears employee before, but unless you have the number to the red phone, it's impossible. I spoke to tons of people employed my "corportate" Sears, all of whom said that I have to speak to someone at the store. I was on hold, mostly, for an hour. Seriously, an hour. I assume if you are reading this, that you know me, and my bull shit tolerence level, so you know that at the end of said hour I was not particularly happy. I spoke to several people, and went over my story several times, and the guy from the appliance department gets on with quite the attitude and says"This is Sears can I help you" Oh really, I'm talking to Sears? Well thanks for telling me cause I spent the last fucking hour thinking I was on hold for the queen! Fucker! So I go through my story again, and this guy tells me that he told Damien exactly what needed to be done. That's it dude, CYA. Now, I can't take it, and I yell. I yell loud, a lot. And he yelled back. Not cool. I have worked retail before, and never ever have I nor would I yell at a customer. So he's like..."you are going to have to call back and speak to the store manager." Seriously I was just on hold for an hour trying to get through to the fucking store and now you want me to call back. Seriously? So I explained again that I just want my delivery fee back, and I have no intention of hanging up until I get that. So he says that he is going to put me on hold and page the manager. Oh really, the one you just said wasnt' there, that manager? Please you do that. Jackass. So he pages him, a couple of times, but the guy doesn't answer so the dude says he will give the guy my name and number and have him call me back. And then, before I can answer, he hangs up.

I can not wait for the manager to call back. It's been a while since I have made a grown man cry.

Seriously?

So Damien was making dinner tonight, it's Taco Tuesday here, which falls into his realm of his responsibility. So, he was pre heating the oven to cook the shells, and well..nothing. Nope, nothing. It didn't heat up, there was no pre heating. Are you kidding me. Do you know how often I use my oven? Um, how about, every day???? So, as we speak, he is out buying a new one. Yay new appliance! Boo paying for new appliance.