Kids just don't understand...

Okay, here we are on thursday and, after a nearly sleepless night of tossing, turning, late night TV and finally giving up and returning to the 'puter for some aimless websurfing, since no one else seemed to be online to yak with, (God, I hate insomnia, truly I do) I actually had a really good day.

Spent some time over at Terri's site, and avidly devoured the new chapters she had for me. (Have I mentioned that I am a test reader/editor?) I am absolutely LOVING the new novel, I just wish Ms. Wordsmith could write faster ~chuckle~ greedy me--wanting more already. She tells me this one may actually come out in hardcover. ~happy Snoopy dance~ I don't care how it comes out. I will have it in one fashion or another, regardless.

I had control of the TV in the house today, also! ~yay me~ I actually got to listen to XM radio (Yes, I have directv) and dance around to some really good 40s music. ~ah, bliss~ No loud, pounding ICP or whatever the heck it is that Dani's been listening to lately at decibels that have the neighborhood dogs cringing and poor Melinko (our cat) looking for a hiding place.

No, today I listened to Bing and Rosie and Glenn (yay! they played "In the Mood", my favorite piece!), Ole Blue eyes, Duke--and just smiled when she came out and couldn't find the remote control. ~evil grin~ I hid it in my desk and just danced around her, singing at the top of *my* lungs for a change! And no screaming, groaning or other words that I cannot seem to make out because they're so masked by the guitar, drum or bass that it's completely distorted.

I still have to laugh when she asked how she was supposed to change the channel without the remote. I sat here with my mouth open (catchng flies, Miki?) and asked her why she would even consider it, when obviously *I* was listening to something and further, began the "When I was a kid, we actually had to GET UP and turn the channel ON the TV!" lecture. I am relatively certain she has that one numbered and filed and completely toned me out. She gave me that disgusted 17 year old "mom has NO clue" sigh and retreated to the 2nd bedroom and the smaller set in there--only to have me promptly shout to "turn that stuff *down*! I cannot hear the TV out here!" which earned me another disgust filled snort--but the noise level dropped considerably.

Good grief, kids today! I was married with two kids before I even *HAD* a TV with a remote control!! Now, I *did* have a VCR with one--a gal has to have priorities, right? I figured the TV worked, so what was the point in shelling out for another, just because it came with bells and whistles? I was able to connect the VCR to it. I had movies, I was a happy camper! I think Dani turned 3 when my TV finally gave up the ghost, although I still believe that was John in a fit of "I want the new toy" and beat my poor set up until it gave its last whimper and died, since it had worked JUST fine when I left that morning. ~things that make you go Hmmmm~ Funny how it died on a saturday--just following payday-- and I had taken the kids to see their gramma. Dani still swears she remembers that old set.

I got the house clean, made Dani clean the litterbox (her cat, she gets the honors--I don't do litter) and even had supper thought out and ready to cook before the other two got home from school.

God, School--I will never understand the school system here! They had Spring Break three weeks ago--no school for a whole week. Okay, I understand that no problemo. Then, care to explain to me just WHY they have no school tomorrow or monday--for Easter? Doesn't that violate the whole "Church/State" thing? Isn't that *why* we now call it "Spring Break" as opposed to "Easter Break"? ~confused look~ Then again, not much in the school system here makes a heck of a lot of sense--don't even get me STARTED on the whole FCAT thing, my soapbox would break under the strain.

It was a beautiful day here, also! Nice and sunny, low humidity and this simply marvelous breeze! It blew nicely around my monitor as I sat here job hunting. ~frumps~ I really loathe job hunting. I love my job, I just hate trying to find a new one. I am still mad as a wet hen that my job was "outsourced" to India. I don't begrude them jobs, I don't. However, I work in Customer Service. That requires a good understanding of the English language and the abilty to reply in understandable terms, especially when interacting with customers, vendors, store staff, regional managers, etc. which I did daily as an escalation rep. I was the person that calmed the ticked off folk down and worked toward a resolution or compromise. I somehow doubt that's going to work really well, when the first words I hear after I state my company, job title and name are usually "Oh thank God, you speak English!" I wish them luck, I truly do.

I have been in a rather "down period" here lately and I am not liking this one little bit! I know a lot of it is the loss of my job and then falling sick on top of that, but good grief and stuff! At least I don't have to listen to my brother telling me what I 'have' to do, constantly! As if I weren't aware of the fact that I need a new job? ~well duh~ He has his own fish to fry and his girlfriend and her kids to handle. Trish is a gem!! She's keeping him away from me.~chuckle~ I adore that lady! She's been through hell, but I think some time with Pat (preferably a LOT of time ~crossing my fingers that he doesn't mess this one up and lose the best thing that's ever happened to him) will help. She's already *so* much more confident than she was when they met and Miss Britt is smiling and happy and laughing again. Not the quiet, subdued child we saw every time she had to go back home. (Lord, what I wouldn't give to erase the shadows from that kid's eyes--10 minutes in the back 40 with a baseball bat and her ~cough~ father would go a long way to make *me* feel better)

Okay, I'm rambling again and off onto other tangents. Must be the fact that I can hear ICP in the background again. ~groan~ Why can't the girls understand that I don't CARE "Whose goin' chicken hunting"? What about some Linkin Park--I could handle that ~nods~ or even Metallica, although it's a bit late in the evening for them, if they absolutely MUST listen to pounding music at 11pm? I suppose I should be grateful the volume is down in deference to the hour? Mike is long since asleep and his country music is playing just loud enough for it to entertain himself--not the rest of the neighborhood. Hey, I think I hear Leann Womack!! i *love* her voice!

Yep, "Where would you be" one of my favorites--betcha that's why I even heard it in the first place. Gonna go open his door and listen, I think. Wait--that may not be a good idea--Dani did that earlier this week. Michael was NOT sleeping ~chokes out a laugh~ But he should have locked the door--and Dani learned a valuable lesson in "why we knock on ALL closed doors prior to entering" ~is howling all over again~ i hurt--I honestly don't know who to feel sorrier for--Mike or Dani-- He was rudely kicked out of his "happy place" for at least several days, if my knowledge of that is accurate and she saw more of her brother's parts than she had any wish to. Then calmly re-closed the door, walked down the hall and asked me if we had any bleach--so she could scrub out her eyes. THEN the brat had the audacity to look me in the eye and tell me her brother ALSO has a hairy butt!! Apparently this was dicovered because he just rolled over onto his belly, since the sheets were apparently..errrm..never mind ~howling in laughter again~ I may have to strangle that girl and Mike has been a bear with a sore paw for the past few days and not a civil word to anyone. I guess mom laughing hysterically wasn't something he wanted to hear after what happened. I am cutting him some slack for the rude behavior. I think he's earned it.

-Miki