A new blog post that is.
Last night I was thinking, and I came up with this great, funny, insightful, warm-fuzzy blog post. One of my last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep was: people are going to love this post, and think I'm the coolest! (What, don't you ever think things like that? Be honest... you know you do!)
But today... It's gone. All I remember is the photo I was going to use. I don't know if it was the waking up every 27 min from 3 AM to 8 AM that erased it, or if it was the awesome dream I had about my recently deceased friend... but it's gone.
Maybe next time friends. Sorry you missed out.
(Ok, so maybe the post wouldn't have been as cool as I claimed. But seeing as how you'll never see it, let's pretend it was AMAZING!)
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
The Bad Tipper
I have had many friends who have been waiters/waitresses. They often told me the woes of the bad tipper, and I agreed with what they said. For example, If you don't have the money for a tip, you probably shouldn't order a drink. It's not your server's fault you're poor. Don't punish them when they give you good service. It makes sense. I have always felt that a 15% tip was bare minimum. (In other parts of the country you are supposed to leave at least 19%, but that's not the norm here yet.)
Then I married Hod. He's picky. If he doesn't like the service, he leaves a horrid tip! This was very embarrassing to me. There were times I would meet him in the car because I knew he was going to leave a bad tip. However, when our server is good, he leaves a higher tip than I normally would. There isn't much of a middle ground with him.
But... sometimes I think he has a point. For example: (Story time!)
I take a bunch of surveys online, and recently was able to earn a $25 dollar gift card for a restaurant. We found a baby sitter, and had a night on the town! (Ok, not really, we're not that fancy.) The Restaurant was kind of busy, and had a bar in it. That's fine. We ended up being seated near the bar. Still ok, as it was a Thursday night and there weren't a lot of drinkers. However... our waiter ended up being the bartender. In between laughing and joking with the drinkers, he would come and serve us. But we aren't as fun as the 3 guys sitting at the bar watching sports. We were just a calm couple enjoying our time together.
The problem was, we could see (and hear) him chatting it up with the drinkers, and the other servers (And complaining about how much he hates his job and he has to work too much) instead of taking care of us. We ordered our food, and never actually saw him at our table again. There was a different person who brought us everything. We pretty much never had anything to drink, and it was obvious he didn't care. When tip time came... I knew it was going to be abysmal. And for the first time, I wasn't embarrassed. Yes, I feel bad that the hostess and bus boys were punished because of the poor tip we left. It wasn't their fault. (although the hostess did NOT want to be there either.) I feel that when you go out to eat, half of the experience is the food, and half is the service. And we only got the food. (Which also wasn't very good.) Since, we didn't receive service, we didn't really pay for the service.
Maybe I'm a bad person. But, it was a little invigorating to not pay for something I didn't get!
Then I married Hod. He's picky. If he doesn't like the service, he leaves a horrid tip! This was very embarrassing to me. There were times I would meet him in the car because I knew he was going to leave a bad tip. However, when our server is good, he leaves a higher tip than I normally would. There isn't much of a middle ground with him.
But... sometimes I think he has a point. For example: (Story time!)
I take a bunch of surveys online, and recently was able to earn a $25 dollar gift card for a restaurant. We found a baby sitter, and had a night on the town! (Ok, not really, we're not that fancy.) The Restaurant was kind of busy, and had a bar in it. That's fine. We ended up being seated near the bar. Still ok, as it was a Thursday night and there weren't a lot of drinkers. However... our waiter ended up being the bartender. In between laughing and joking with the drinkers, he would come and serve us. But we aren't as fun as the 3 guys sitting at the bar watching sports. We were just a calm couple enjoying our time together.
The problem was, we could see (and hear) him chatting it up with the drinkers, and the other servers (And complaining about how much he hates his job and he has to work too much) instead of taking care of us. We ordered our food, and never actually saw him at our table again. There was a different person who brought us everything. We pretty much never had anything to drink, and it was obvious he didn't care. When tip time came... I knew it was going to be abysmal. And for the first time, I wasn't embarrassed. Yes, I feel bad that the hostess and bus boys were punished because of the poor tip we left. It wasn't their fault. (although the hostess did NOT want to be there either.) I feel that when you go out to eat, half of the experience is the food, and half is the service. And we only got the food. (Which also wasn't very good.) Since, we didn't receive service, we didn't really pay for the service.
Maybe I'm a bad person. But, it was a little invigorating to not pay for something I didn't get!
Monday, February 20, 2012
Confession
Hi.
My name is Paily. I'm a reality TV show junkie.
Seriously. I just found out that The Amazing Race started again. And I was happy.
The Amazing Race, Celebrity Apprentice, Survivor, Project Runway, The Biggest Loser, Dancing with the Stars, The Voice... They make me happy.
Maybe it's because I have given up all of my normal life for being a mom. It's the new "normal life". But I miss the past normal life. So now I live vicariously through the TV. Well... I guess my old normal never involved world travel, fund raising competitions, living on a stranded island, designing cloths, losing lots of weight (but maybe it should...), lots of dancing, (wait, yes it did!), and yes, I sing, so some of it was my old life.
I just love watching people. I enjoy seeing how they react in different situations. I think that is also why I love blogs so much. I get to learn more about people. I don't know if it's the Psych major in me or what, but I LOVE PEOPLE!!
The good news is: most of these shows air on different days. That means I don't have to spend hours every day watching TV. Well, and I watch them all online so I can put it off.
I should probably get out more. But I love watching a show while #1 takes a nap. Just taking a moment for a bite to eat, a bathroom break, and some people watching does me good.
Random, I know. But I thought I would share.
What are some of your vices?
My name is Paily. I'm a reality TV show junkie.
Seriously. I just found out that The Amazing Race started again. And I was happy.
The Amazing Race, Celebrity Apprentice, Survivor, Project Runway, The Biggest Loser, Dancing with the Stars, The Voice... They make me happy.
Maybe it's because I have given up all of my normal life for being a mom. It's the new "normal life". But I miss the past normal life. So now I live vicariously through the TV. Well... I guess my old normal never involved world travel, fund raising competitions, living on a stranded island, designing cloths, losing lots of weight (but maybe it should...), lots of dancing, (wait, yes it did!), and yes, I sing, so some of it was my old life.
I just love watching people. I enjoy seeing how they react in different situations. I think that is also why I love blogs so much. I get to learn more about people. I don't know if it's the Psych major in me or what, but I LOVE PEOPLE!!
The good news is: most of these shows air on different days. That means I don't have to spend hours every day watching TV. Well, and I watch them all online so I can put it off.
I should probably get out more. But I love watching a show while #1 takes a nap. Just taking a moment for a bite to eat, a bathroom break, and some people watching does me good.
Random, I know. But I thought I would share.
What are some of your vices?
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Cause It's Cute
Many of you have seen this picture. But, I'm sharing it anyway.
I'm sure nothing says "Happy Valentine's Day" like baby feet posed like a heart. (Actually, I didn't pose her, she did it.)
Have a great day!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Similarities
#1 loves taking a bath. She loves to kick, and splash, and she loves getting her hair washed. I love what it does to her hair. I think it is so great when she looks at me like this:
Although... I do have to admit... Even though the growth rate of her hair can't keep up with the growth rate of her head, sometimes that face reminds me of this:
found here
It makes me happy.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Living Through the Unexpected
Well, friends. This has been a crazy week. I've had a lot of time to think, reflect, pray, cry and change. And even though it's been hard, I am grateful for the blessing that I have.
Last Monday, Hod had a rough day. He's been through a lot in his life. Things that have scarred him. When I married him, I knew that he struggled with depression. Soon after we settled into our first apartment he was diagnosed with PTSD. We were unable to get him the help he needed for a while, and because of different events I now have Secondary-PTSD. Last summer Hod and I were both put on antidepressants. And life seemed to get better.
After a few months Hod was having a hard time again. So the Dr upped his dose. And life seemed to get better.
A few months later Hod was having a hard time again. So the Dr. once again upped his dose.
But it just didn't seem to be working.
On Monday, he knew he was loosing control. He couldn't stop the anger and rage, and the overwhelming hurt that was threatening to destroy him. So he came to me, and asked me to call his sister and to take him to the hospital. There he was checked in to the Adult Psychiatry unit.
Last week, I was a single mom, having to rely on loved ones to help take care of #1 so I could visit Hod. I was allowed to call him 3 times a day for 10 min each, and see him for 90 minutes every evening. Because he was a self-admit he was able to see #1 after the first 24 hours.
While there, we discovered that the medication he was on was wrong. Apparently there are 2 common chemicals that go wrong in your brain if you have depression. 1 is the chemical that most people have wrong, and that is what his medication was treating. The other is the chemical most likely to be messed up if you have fried your brains on drugs. Hod has never done drugs. However, while he was serving his mission for the Church he had some medical problems, the Dr's pumped him full of morphine, and then he discovered that he was allergic. It actually messed up the chemicals in his brain. So, all this time, he was on medicine that was giving him too much of one chemical, and not enough of the other. This is why he would lose control.
And now, after a very hard week where I was driving back and forth (Oh, did I mention that the hospital Hod was in was 45 min away?) and trying to take care of things that were beyond what I thought my capabilities were, Hod is back home. We are a family again.
#1 did really quite well with the crazy week. She seems to have grown up a lot. She is crying less (big shout of joy!) and she is actually learning to cope with her life. In fact, today, for the first time, she put herself to sleep. I hope she will keep that up!
Hod has since told me, that out of all of the married people in the hospital with him, he was the only one who had a supportive spouse. He saw multiple divorce papers signed. I just don't understand that. Yes, life with Hod has been less than ideal, but how could I leave a man who was ill, when we hadn't ever gotten him the proper help? I knew that even though it was so hard having him gone, that he could get better. Having him away from me helped me to know how much I truly value him in my life. Things aren't perfect yet, but I finally feel real hope that we can have a healthy relationship.
I am so very blessed to have Hod and #1. They both have caused hardships in my life, and I'm sure I don't always make their life easier. But, this morning, looking at Hod and #1 sleeping next to each other, I realized that I have the greatest blessing in the entire world.
I don't say this to brag. I realize that sometimes I have been negative. There have been times that I have complained about things that some of my loved ones would do anything to have. I just want you all to know that I am really realizing that I have it pretty good.
*And as a random side note, Hod just went back to check on #1 while she naps. She must be having a crazy dream, cause her arms are making her look like she is a Flamenco Dancer. It's pretty great!*
Last Monday, Hod had a rough day. He's been through a lot in his life. Things that have scarred him. When I married him, I knew that he struggled with depression. Soon after we settled into our first apartment he was diagnosed with PTSD. We were unable to get him the help he needed for a while, and because of different events I now have Secondary-PTSD. Last summer Hod and I were both put on antidepressants. And life seemed to get better.
After a few months Hod was having a hard time again. So the Dr upped his dose. And life seemed to get better.
A few months later Hod was having a hard time again. So the Dr. once again upped his dose.
But it just didn't seem to be working.
On Monday, he knew he was loosing control. He couldn't stop the anger and rage, and the overwhelming hurt that was threatening to destroy him. So he came to me, and asked me to call his sister and to take him to the hospital. There he was checked in to the Adult Psychiatry unit.
Last week, I was a single mom, having to rely on loved ones to help take care of #1 so I could visit Hod. I was allowed to call him 3 times a day for 10 min each, and see him for 90 minutes every evening. Because he was a self-admit he was able to see #1 after the first 24 hours.
While there, we discovered that the medication he was on was wrong. Apparently there are 2 common chemicals that go wrong in your brain if you have depression. 1 is the chemical that most people have wrong, and that is what his medication was treating. The other is the chemical most likely to be messed up if you have fried your brains on drugs. Hod has never done drugs. However, while he was serving his mission for the Church he had some medical problems, the Dr's pumped him full of morphine, and then he discovered that he was allergic. It actually messed up the chemicals in his brain. So, all this time, he was on medicine that was giving him too much of one chemical, and not enough of the other. This is why he would lose control.
And now, after a very hard week where I was driving back and forth (Oh, did I mention that the hospital Hod was in was 45 min away?) and trying to take care of things that were beyond what I thought my capabilities were, Hod is back home. We are a family again.
#1 did really quite well with the crazy week. She seems to have grown up a lot. She is crying less (big shout of joy!) and she is actually learning to cope with her life. In fact, today, for the first time, she put herself to sleep. I hope she will keep that up!
Hod has since told me, that out of all of the married people in the hospital with him, he was the only one who had a supportive spouse. He saw multiple divorce papers signed. I just don't understand that. Yes, life with Hod has been less than ideal, but how could I leave a man who was ill, when we hadn't ever gotten him the proper help? I knew that even though it was so hard having him gone, that he could get better. Having him away from me helped me to know how much I truly value him in my life. Things aren't perfect yet, but I finally feel real hope that we can have a healthy relationship.
I am so very blessed to have Hod and #1. They both have caused hardships in my life, and I'm sure I don't always make their life easier. But, this morning, looking at Hod and #1 sleeping next to each other, I realized that I have the greatest blessing in the entire world.
I don't say this to brag. I realize that sometimes I have been negative. There have been times that I have complained about things that some of my loved ones would do anything to have. I just want you all to know that I am really realizing that I have it pretty good.
*And as a random side note, Hod just went back to check on #1 while she naps. She must be having a crazy dream, cause her arms are making her look like she is a Flamenco Dancer. It's pretty great!*
Friday, January 20, 2012
My Happy Place
Days go by. Some days are great, some days are hard. But most days have at least one moment of this:
And then, for that moment, my day is wonderful.
Cause my baby is CUTE!!
sometimes I just need to brag a little. :)
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Are You The Queen?
Here I am, ready to rant again.
SO, Friday, I went to Wal-Mart to pick up a prescription for #1. (Nothing major, she just takes 1 ml of re flux medicine a day. It's pretty important, but she's not sick or anything.) In our recent move, the closet Wal-mart is always busy. And the pharmacy is insane. Because I was a slacker I hadn't ordered the prescription refill until we were out of the medicine. At the time of this story, #1 had missed 2 doses of her medicine. She was not a happy camper.
There I am, waiting in a super long line to pick up #1's prescription. It was just me, and because #1 had been asleep when I first got there I was carrying her in her car seat. So, she was heavy. But of course as soon as I got in line, she woke up. I didn't want to pull her out, cause then I couldn't carry her, the diaper bag, and the empty car seat. Instead I was crouching on the floor, holding a pacifier in her mouth and rocking the car seat back and forth. It wasn't really working. She still hated it. And she was screaming! I'm slowly moving up in the line, trying very hard to take care of my screaming baby. It was quite stressful. Then, finally, I was next in line! I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Then, a dark cloud covered the pharmacy, and an evil woman swooped down. (Ok, not really, but that's how it should have happened!) She walked over to the drop-off window and I heard her say, "Hi, I need to pick up a prescription." To which the employee responded, "Sorry, ma'am, but this is the drop-off window." Miss Queeny then flashed a flirtatious smile and said, "Yes, I know, but I'm in a hurry, and I didn't want to wait in that long line, so I thought you could help me here." She was told no, and so she started walking towards the pick-up area.
Right as this happened my turn came up. As I went to pick up the car seat, evil-selfish-I-Think-I'm-All-Important-woman rushed in front of me with a quick smile and a "sorry" and butted in line.
EXCUSE ME??? I was in too much shock to really say anything. The Wal-mart employee didn't care and helped her first.
Um... Hello!!! Do you see me? I've been waiting in line for 20 min! And my daughter is screaming! And you're mean! I don't care who you are, get in line crazy lady!
After she was done she turned to me again, and said, "Thanks for letting me go first, I'm just in such a hurry, I'm on my lunch break."
To which I replied "I didn't let you. You jumped in so fast that anyone with less than lighting speed reflexes had no choice, you selfish mean lady." (Ok, I didn't say that. But I wanted too! I think what actually came out was, "Uh... er..." Yep, I'm that good.)
I don't know where this lady got off. That was just mean. I'm sorry that you are in a hurry. But if it is now your lunch break and it is only 2 PM and the pharmacy doesn't close till 9 PM I'm sure you could have come later!
I was very unhappy.
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