Quirky Mom, Quirky Family
*Sitting at therapy – stewing 
*Need to hit post
*Need to publish May news – late again
*had two kids here examine my tattoos and ears. Kids don’t bother me.
*moved moms day picnic to another park.
*did I mention I’m tired?
*need to bring fabric in from garage
So, we had Erins yartzeit earlier this month, as is custom to do it on the Jewish date. Today is the English date.
For those who want to read about yartzeit, you can do so here, but the quick n dirty, it’s the anniversary of a death.
We took Sara to register her to school this morning, and I have work to do. It just hit me that today, it’s been four years. I need that tattoo. My whole life revolves around it.
Today is probably the day
and Here is my blog from that day
we were settling into our new home last year, and I did light yartzeit, but didn’t blog
I might post this as my blog entry this year… I am so tired of commemorating death, but I feel wrong not acknowledging the life that was lost.
First of all, check this out. They are home-made halloween bags for your kids. The woman who makes them is an awesome seamstress and is in need of some quick cash right now.
Seven things that scare you:
1. being left alone in public places
2. public bathrooms – ditto
3. my kids getting some weird exotic illness
4. creepy movies (not gory, but creepy)
5. some dreams
6. being co-dependant
7. social situations
Seven things you love (in no order):
1. my kids
2. my husband
3. computers
4. tattoos
5. reading
6. playing
7. me
Seven things you hate:
1. dirt
2. close-minded people
… That kind of encompasses all of it.
Seven things in your room:
1. clothes
2. books
3. tv
4. beds
5. toys
6. shoes
7. a mess that I am tired of picking up every single morning and night.
Seven random facts about you:
1. I am obsessed with organizational storage, but am incredibly un-organized.
2. I love buying make up, but rarely wear it.
3. I hate things that grow green, white or black fuzzy. You know, mold. I don’t even like touching it if it’s *in* something.
4. I’ve worn glasses since 5th grade.
5. My middle name is Randi. It is was cooler than my first name.
6. I have a ton of things I want to do, but I am the laziest thing on two feet, so it never gets done.
7. I am severely socially impaired and unless I know you really well, it shows.
Seven things you plan to do before you die:
1. live on a farm or kibbutz…. even if it’s just for a little while
2. own/co-own a tangible store
3. travel the US with
4. get all those rolls of film developed
5. finish my scrapbooks (see above statement)
6. own a home
7. be independently wealthy
Seven things you can do:
1. read upside down/backwards
2. sew, kind of
3. come up with creative ideas
4. make websites, but can’t everyone? I gave up and use GeekLog lol
5. complain. I’m real good at that.
6. read hebrew (can’t translate)
7. cover up the fact I am socially anxious
Seven Things You Can’t Do:
1. fix everything
2. knit
3. play most sports
4. run for any length of time.. you know, more than like 10 paces
5. hear well
6. socialize like a normal person
7. sing. at all. sound like a cow in labour. painful labour. so painful you want to kill the cow.
Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:
1. humor
2. tall
3. fun to be with
4. beautiful eyes
5. good to cuddle with
6. intelligence
7. good conversation
Top Seven favorite movies (no particular order):
1. The Nightmare before Christmas
2. American History X
3. Fight Club
4. Gone in 60 Seconds
5. Oh Brother Where Art Thou?
6. The Big Lebowski (sentimental reasons)
7. Heathers
Top Seven things you say the most:
1. right on/rock on
2. um
3. fuck that
4. stop it
5. Malachai Get Down Now
6. Dorian lay down
7. this throaty growl sound that actually kind of hurts but makes me feel better
As a side note, the damn heartburn has started, my air conditioner is fucked and wont cool the apt below 80 again, I do not want the landlord in here to fix it (b/c he lied to me about the dryer and made me feel like it was *my* fault when the dryer itself was not even the issue but the vent to the outside!), mom took Dorian to sleep at her house so she doesn’t have to come here in the morning to pick him up for school, he did not want to go and I feel bad b/c I bribed him with a movie I didn’t want to watch here (Hulk), Malachai pert near ruined (read that as purt-near-runed for the full country hick voice I hear in my head when I type that) his book and I am kind of pissed about that but oh well.
www.pjserendipity.com/shop
I can’t remember when the domain is up, but it’s in a couple of months, and I am tired of this bullshit, so…. everything must go. Seriously. Prices will not be lowered any more, anything that doesn’t go will find it’s way to eBay eventually, but without pretty packaging and inclusion cards and free gifts with purchase.
If you really think a price is unfair, let me know, and I might be able to work with you, but most of the stuff on there is already under 5 or 6$, and anything that is more, I might be making a dollar off of once you factor in packaging and whatnot. So it really does just have to get out of my house.
Please pass the URL around, I’d love to see it all gone before we move again.
Why do people who have kids, ESPECIALLY young ones (under say, 5) expect to have time *alone*??? Come the fuck on people. Your kids need you. They are hard-wired that way. Babies scream when you put them down, because historically, a baby not being held by mama or dad means someone or thing can come take it or eat it. Toddlers are clingy because, well, they are. I can’t explain that one. Probably the same explanation.
And what is this bullshit about “I can’t wait for my kids to start school because I need time alone.”??? I dread the day my kids start school. Public schools are a disgrace. Glorified baby sitting. I hope both my boys let me home school them.
Sorry to go off on a rant. I am just so tired of hearing about moms who complain their kids need them. I can’t wait until their kids *don’t* need them, and listen to them complain that they never call, write, or need them. Ha ha!!
And how the fuck do you tell a baby it isn?t time to eat yet, or you can?t be wet yet, or I don?t want to hold you? They don?t get it. They don?t get why you put them in a cage at night to sleep in, ALONE. They don?t get that you are a selfish horrible person (not for wanting to have time to yourself, but for complaining nonstop about it and then putting then in said cage to force them to sleep so you have said time? how can you not be guilty all the time?? I get guilty when I am not there when my boys fall asleep, thinking they must have thought I left.) who probably didn?t want them in the first place.
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