my baby boy is 16 today. isn't he so handsome?
wah.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
yeehaw - craproom pics!
cleaned up my room a bit - it's still not done, but believe me it's such an ongoing project it'll never be completely done, LOL! it was a rainy day today too, so my pics suh-huck, you'll get the idea anyway. keep in mind that i have more shit than most and almost all of my storage comes from other people's junk. i haven't painted anything yet, so nothing matches but really, what the hell? i share this room (for now - i'm slowly taking it over) with the kids and our computers, TV and game consoles.
this is the best pic i can get showing most of everything - i'm sitting on the air hockey table. main table is to the right, temporary table on the left and all my CS and PP is behind me. ignore my bitchy cat and the homemade porno on the table.
here's a pic of my paper. CS below and PP above - this is nowhere near all of it...believe me, if i had taken a pic of all the PP monica (www.scrapfreak.com) makes me buy you'd be amazed and dazzled at her marketing skills. the green and blue buckets are housed in one of those shelving put-together-yourself things from target, ho-ann's etc. these have ribbon scraps in one and gaffers tape in the other. my ribbon storage is twofold. i have the unwrapped, loose stuff hanging next to my paint rack there and the spooled ribbon is in the drawer above the buckets (second pic).
here is a pic of the loose ribbon and the paint rack and a close up of the paint. i picked this rack up for a buck somewhere. i know, tons of help. i don't have a lot of wall space, so i just mounted a rack to the cabbies and i store the ribbon on rings by color. sorta.
moving left over my main table is just a buncha crap i use all the time, some stamps, adhesives inks.
this is a simply lovely spice rack combined with an old library card drawer to hold my tapes, more paints and all of the freakin stickles mons makes me buy. this sits right next to the paint rack on the other side of the beautifully flowing ribbon.
in the cupboard above i store most of my ink pads and refills, also adhesive refills and laminator refills and other crap.
this space here is right under that spice rack. how lucky am i that the guy that did my cabinets didn't come back and finish these drawers so i had the PERFECT spot for this thing i found at a swap meet? it fits perfectly and houses odds and ends that i use, just not on a regger basis.
this is where i keep more crap i use often - yes, another spice rack - the drawer-y thing houses most of my tools.
oh so handy.
this is a pic of my drawer tower thingies - i pretty much build them as high as i can. this is where the majority of my shit is. you can kinda see the rack/drawer thing that i keep all my stamps in just on the left of the main table. the lamp and other stuff is on top of it. this area is where all of my chipboard and flowers are. the chipboard is in my ghetto clip-it-up, the basket to the left and in the green and blue buckets under it. close up of my flowers kept in jars and stored in an old CD case that i stripped out, stained and put on it's side.
to the left still coming around the other side is my extra workspace. again loaded with crap i use all the time within easy reach.
on top i have more storage room and i keep my hardware (heh heh heh) sorted by color in a more modern spice rack and i use assorted cigar boxes and others for odds and ends.
i still have a closet that needs organizing and there is a TON more PP that needs to be sorted out - but it's coming along. most everything is labeled with my trusty dymo and it will all only stay this nice until i scrap again.
ta-DAH!
this is the best pic i can get showing most of everything - i'm sitting on the air hockey table. main table is to the right, temporary table on the left and all my CS and PP is behind me. ignore my bitchy cat and the homemade porno on the table.
here's a pic of my paper. CS below and PP above - this is nowhere near all of it...believe me, if i had taken a pic of all the PP monica (www.scrapfreak.com) makes me buy you'd be amazed and dazzled at her marketing skills. the green and blue buckets are housed in one of those shelving put-together-yourself things from target, ho-ann's etc. these have ribbon scraps in one and gaffers tape in the other. my ribbon storage is twofold. i have the unwrapped, loose stuff hanging next to my paint rack there and the spooled ribbon is in the drawer above the buckets (second pic).
here is a pic of the loose ribbon and the paint rack and a close up of the paint. i picked this rack up for a buck somewhere. i know, tons of help. i don't have a lot of wall space, so i just mounted a rack to the cabbies and i store the ribbon on rings by color. sorta.
moving left over my main table is just a buncha crap i use all the time, some stamps, adhesives inks.
this is a simply lovely spice rack combined with an old library card drawer to hold my tapes, more paints and all of the freakin stickles mons makes me buy. this sits right next to the paint rack on the other side of the beautifully flowing ribbon.
in the cupboard above i store most of my ink pads and refills, also adhesive refills and laminator refills and other crap.
this space here is right under that spice rack. how lucky am i that the guy that did my cabinets didn't come back and finish these drawers so i had the PERFECT spot for this thing i found at a swap meet? it fits perfectly and houses odds and ends that i use, just not on a regger basis.
this is where i keep more crap i use often - yes, another spice rack - the drawer-y thing houses most of my tools.
oh so handy.
this is a pic of my drawer tower thingies - i pretty much build them as high as i can. this is where the majority of my shit is. you can kinda see the rack/drawer thing that i keep all my stamps in just on the left of the main table. the lamp and other stuff is on top of it. this area is where all of my chipboard and flowers are. the chipboard is in my ghetto clip-it-up, the basket to the left and in the green and blue buckets under it. close up of my flowers kept in jars and stored in an old CD case that i stripped out, stained and put on it's side.
to the left still coming around the other side is my extra workspace. again loaded with crap i use all the time within easy reach.
on top i have more storage room and i keep my hardware (heh heh heh) sorted by color in a more modern spice rack and i use assorted cigar boxes and others for odds and ends.i still have a closet that needs organizing and there is a TON more PP that needs to be sorted out - but it's coming along. most everything is labeled with my trusty dymo and it will all only stay this nice until i scrap again.
ta-DAH!
a mom walks into a bathroom one day...
and sees that something has literally vomited little foamie bean bag beanies all over the place. they are smashed on the mirror, they are all over the counter top, they are covering the bottom of the bathtub, they are in the toilet, on the toilet, around the toilet, there are some stuck to the ceiling. they are everywhere.
my ex-husband's (ok, a girl can dream) child explains this bizarreness in this way:
"i was bored and so i stabbed a stuffed animal"
what. the. fuck. over.
my ex-husband's (ok, a girl can dream) child explains this bizarreness in this way:
"i was bored and so i stabbed a stuffed animal"
what. the. fuck. over.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
at what point
does my responsibility to my kids as far as carting their little asses around town at their slightest whim become something i'm allowed to say no to without feeling guilty and/or having to explain myself?
first off - i'm pretty fucking accommodating to all of my kids. their school's are maybe a 1/2 mile away, yet i drive them every morning and pick them up pretty much every afternoon. to be perfectly honest, mostly it's from the fact that i stay at home and consider it to be part of my job.
one child has been visiting with friends after school and on weekends, going to their houses or having them come over here. since most of them live too far to walk, i generally drive him or pick him up - sometimes both and sometimes neither one. sometimes it's not a big deal, sometimes it's a real pain in the ass (think friday - or OK, tuesday - night when all i really want to do is have a bottle of wine and chill). sometimes i bitch about it but mostly i don't, i want my kids to have social lives and would rather drive them myself than not know who the hell they are with.
anyway - i've been trying to explain to them all that even if it appears that i have nothing better to do than cater to them, sometimes it's not going to happen - whether i have a legitimate reason or not. sometimes i just don't feel like it and sometimes i feel like they just expect it and that annoys me, even though that is mostly my fault.
this child asks me last night to go visit a friend today after school and i say ok, but he has to scoop dog poop in the morning before he goes to school. he makes some stupid face and complains about what a crappy way it is to start the day (hahahaa, my sense of humor is deep within in him even if he hates to admit it) and nevermind, he would rather just come home after school. so this is where i blow it. i tell him that, ok...i'll drive him over there if he wants to come home first, scoop, and then go. stupid, way-too-accommodating move on my part, i realize, but it's what i did. so, this morning he gets up and scoops the poop before school. whoa. what? ok, cool. i thank him for compromising and saving me a trip and tell him i'll pick him up from her house around 6 tonight. he calls me after school today and asks me if i'll take him to her house because she got a ride home with some guy he hates and her house is too far for him to walk to. i tell him no that he can just come home because i don't feel like driving him there and then going back to get him a couple of hours later...pure lazyness, i can admit this. besides, if she invited him over, she should have told him that they would be riding with the Dick - she knows they don't like each other, but that's besides the point.
so he whines a bit but starts walking home. he calls me 5 minutes later as it has just occured to him that i was willing to take him over there when he still had his chores to do and he wants an explanation. well.
do i get pissed because i've contradicted myself without a real reason? do i get pissed because i'm being lazy and he's making me feel guilty? or am i just pissed because the little 15 year old fucker is challenging me and making me explain myself? probably it's all 3. we get into a verbal tussel and it just makes me madder. why the hell do i have to spend 20 minutes arguing about why i won't drive his ass to his friends house when i said i would the day before? maybe i don't have a good reason, ok? maybe the circumstances changed and now i'm annoyed that he still wants me to chauffeur him around. my question is do i really need to have a "good reason"? i generally try to explain myself to them because i don't want to be the parent that says "because i said so", but shit...after 20 minutes of his cross-examination that was about all i could say. well, that or "shut the puck up and leave me alone".
i get so frustrated with how little my kids appreciate how fortunate they are. like i said, i know that their expectations are set mostly by me and my examples - the solution to that can only start with me. my problem is in knowing how to explain to them that sometimes i really don't mind and other times it really puts me out and the difference isn't always predictable. i just want them to accept it when i say no and move on.
omg - i'm so missing my little sweet, fat, controllable children these days.
first off - i'm pretty fucking accommodating to all of my kids. their school's are maybe a 1/2 mile away, yet i drive them every morning and pick them up pretty much every afternoon. to be perfectly honest, mostly it's from the fact that i stay at home and consider it to be part of my job.
one child has been visiting with friends after school and on weekends, going to their houses or having them come over here. since most of them live too far to walk, i generally drive him or pick him up - sometimes both and sometimes neither one. sometimes it's not a big deal, sometimes it's a real pain in the ass (think friday - or OK, tuesday - night when all i really want to do is have a bottle of wine and chill). sometimes i bitch about it but mostly i don't, i want my kids to have social lives and would rather drive them myself than not know who the hell they are with.
anyway - i've been trying to explain to them all that even if it appears that i have nothing better to do than cater to them, sometimes it's not going to happen - whether i have a legitimate reason or not. sometimes i just don't feel like it and sometimes i feel like they just expect it and that annoys me, even though that is mostly my fault.
this child asks me last night to go visit a friend today after school and i say ok, but he has to scoop dog poop in the morning before he goes to school. he makes some stupid face and complains about what a crappy way it is to start the day (hahahaa, my sense of humor is deep within in him even if he hates to admit it) and nevermind, he would rather just come home after school. so this is where i blow it. i tell him that, ok...i'll drive him over there if he wants to come home first, scoop, and then go. stupid, way-too-accommodating move on my part, i realize, but it's what i did. so, this morning he gets up and scoops the poop before school. whoa. what? ok, cool. i thank him for compromising and saving me a trip and tell him i'll pick him up from her house around 6 tonight. he calls me after school today and asks me if i'll take him to her house because she got a ride home with some guy he hates and her house is too far for him to walk to. i tell him no that he can just come home because i don't feel like driving him there and then going back to get him a couple of hours later...pure lazyness, i can admit this. besides, if she invited him over, she should have told him that they would be riding with the Dick - she knows they don't like each other, but that's besides the point.
so he whines a bit but starts walking home. he calls me 5 minutes later as it has just occured to him that i was willing to take him over there when he still had his chores to do and he wants an explanation. well.
do i get pissed because i've contradicted myself without a real reason? do i get pissed because i'm being lazy and he's making me feel guilty? or am i just pissed because the little 15 year old fucker is challenging me and making me explain myself? probably it's all 3. we get into a verbal tussel and it just makes me madder. why the hell do i have to spend 20 minutes arguing about why i won't drive his ass to his friends house when i said i would the day before? maybe i don't have a good reason, ok? maybe the circumstances changed and now i'm annoyed that he still wants me to chauffeur him around. my question is do i really need to have a "good reason"? i generally try to explain myself to them because i don't want to be the parent that says "because i said so", but shit...after 20 minutes of his cross-examination that was about all i could say. well, that or "shut the puck up and leave me alone".
i get so frustrated with how little my kids appreciate how fortunate they are. like i said, i know that their expectations are set mostly by me and my examples - the solution to that can only start with me. my problem is in knowing how to explain to them that sometimes i really don't mind and other times it really puts me out and the difference isn't always predictable. i just want them to accept it when i say no and move on.
omg - i'm so missing my little sweet, fat, controllable children these days.
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