Pumpkin Time

The kids carved pumpkins tonight. They fought, and argued but eventually got it done. It came out pretty cool. Next year I think we will do more pumpkins, but we are going camping this weekend, so I didn't want rotten pumpkins sitting out all weekend. Tomorrow is trick or treat nite, Kaylin will be a witch and Brandon will be Batman. We are going to bring Vincent and his parents with us to meet up with Pat, Tori, and the baby. It should be pretty fun. Right now we have the tents set up in the front yard airing out, and have all our stuff totes packed up. All I have left to do is food shop and pack clothes and other little stuff. I think I'm excited about camping, or at least I will be. It requires so much work, and Rick is pretty useless at this kinda stuff. He just kinda stands around looking like a lost puppy. Tomorrow at work we are having a holiday pot luck, so I'm making chicken and rice in the crock pot. In the morning I'll just throw it all together and then plug it in when I get to work. I'm going to leave at 4 so I can get home and get the kids fed and ready, plus I have to take the tents down and pack them and the car up.

I received an email notification that my candle supply orders are shipping, the first arriving tomorrow, the second by Thursday. Today I ordered more scents after reading how much scent I needed per pound of soy wax. I picked Lavender Vanilla, Lick Me All Over, Love Spell, Stress Relief, Butt Naked, Christmas Tree, Home Sweet Home, Banana Nut Bread and Dragon's Blood. I am getting really excited about this. I think this will be really successful. I can't decide if I'm going to make my own labels and use cloth squares and ties for the lid to give it that country home made look (which they are), or if I will order the labels and just slap them on. It would be more cost effective to do them myself, but my printer kinda sucks. Decisions, decisions....

Wednesday's suck.

Well this one did. It wasn't bad, I did have a nice evening with the kids, Rick wasn't there though. Immediately after I got home from work I took Brandon to Publix, I was gonna make chili for dinner. I picked up kidney beans, diced tomatoes, Tostido scoops, sour cream, and corn muffins. I had Kaylin brown the ground beef while Brandon and I shopped. While I was unloading the shopping cart, Rick called to tell me he wouldn't be home until after 8pm, he was gonna stop at his tenants and pick up rent, then go to his friends house to hang out for a bit. I reminded him that it was Wednesday (wink-wink) and I had made a good dinner. He told me he was gonna eat at his friends house. The kids and I ate our chili, which came out really awesome, and watched RV. We laughed so hard, it was such a funny movie. I made them smoothies after the movie was over. Rick finally came home, after 8pm, and watched the world series, but what can you do? I had an awesome night with my kids and that makes it good with me.

It's hump day, oh yeah.

We are half way through the week now. It is hump day. Wednesday's are special for me-when Rick and I first met, he would come over Wednesday nights and bring dinner, usually Chinese, or Stouffers veggie lasagna, some times Superday spinach pizza, we would watch TV and after the kids went to bed, well you can figure out the rest. Wednesday's are usually our night, it just stuck after two years of every Wednesday it has now become a routine. I guess it's nice, but it also makes me feel like an old fart.

I'm at work right now, making some sort of an attempt to look busy, and trying not get caught being online. I just don't have love for this job anymore. It's a paycheck and that's it. There are so many perks to working for this company they treat us well, they pay 100% of my medical/vision/dental, match 4% of my 401 K, and give us two raises a year, plus generous bonuses throughout the year. I am grateful for my job, and I'm good at it. I guess I'm just stuck in a rut. I do the same thing everyday, over and over again. It doesn't excite me anymore, I'm very comfortable in my job which is good and bad. Well enough bitching and moaning about stuped shit. I am extremly grateful for this job, especially with how the economy is right now, most people I know have been laid off, or know someone who has been laid off.

Yippie Skippy, another team meeting...

Yet another team meeting has come and gone. No one comes to them anymore, most people quit, some have headaches, etc, etc and so on and so forth. We have been in this program for almost 2 years, and only recently have started heading in any sort of direction. Tonight I told my wrap coordinator that we are ready to transition out of the program. Through them I found Brandon's super fantastical therapist, met a really awesome behavior support specialist who graduated us, and got Brandon an OT evaluation and him set up on a sensory diet. The rest was a learning experience. Of course since we had people at the house Brandon got revved up, he calmed himself down and I gave him a bath to bring my sweet little boy back. My mom came, the therapist was here for only a few minutes (she had to leave on an emergency), and my wrap coordinator. I'm not allowed to have a family mentor anymore, but I don't need or want one anyway!

In other news, it is so frickin cold, it like 60 degrees outside! I had to go on my lunch break and buy the kids jackets. Brandon got put on the bus with a blanket, since his jacket didn't fit from last year. I know, I suck. It's not suppose to get cold in Florida, how was I supposed to know? I did find some cute dresses for work, with the color clearance stickers, and a purple shirt that will look awesome with black pants or a shirt. I forgot to add that I am the most horrible-ist mother in the whole world, I sent my bleeding, cramping 11 year old to school! Can you believe it? I told her to take some Midol and get on the bus, she still has at least forty more years of this to deal with. I do feel sympathy for her, I know and you know how it feels. She just can't miss school for 3-5 days every month.

Silly, Hopeful me..

Okay, well I have a secret. Nothing juicy, nothing you need to pick up your phone and call anyone about. I've always wanted to start my own side business making hand made soy candles and cold process soaps into custom gift baskets. I have wanted to do this for at least 8 years now. I actually have a written out business plan and the whole nine yards. I just don't have the money or the balls to get it going. I'm scared of failure. There it is, my dirty little secret. It goes right along with me dreaming of having a farm with chickens, pigs, goats, and a huge vegetable and herb garden. I made a decision last night, I decided that I was going to start a small part of my dream. I am going to start making soy candles. I ordered some stuff in small batches to see how it goes, I know I can sell the candles at work with no problem, especially with the holidays coming up. I choose Apple Cinnamon, Christmas Morning, Vanilla Bean, Coffee Caramel Cream, and Caramel Pecan Pie as my first scents. Cross you fingers and don't laugh to hard at me...

Forgiven

Hello. I forgive you, I hope you forgive me for being so hard headed. It was hard to stay mad at you, especially since I love you guys so much. I never read your original post, I just put things together with the comments that were made. It really hurt me by what the other parents were saying. I do all that I can to help Brandon, I'm not a bad parent, and things just suck sometimes. Well, I guess we don't need to play catch up since we read each other's blogs. LOL. Love you

A Girly Girl Day

Saturday we did Kaylin's birthday shindig. Kaylin, her two friends Brittney, Jess (Kaylin's step mom) and I went to see High School Musical 3, after that we went and got our fingernails painted and we to Chick fil A for some dinner. It was really interesting to listen to their tween conversation about Hannah Montana (which they don't like), Jonas Brothers, and Zac Effron (which they REALLY like). I made some sort of a pathetic attempt to converse with these strange creatures in the back seat of my car, they met me with eye rolling, and "oh my god, your mom is sooooo weird". Oh, well...I tried. Kaylin had some sort of allergic reaction to the food at Chick Fil A, I think I'm going to file a format complaint with their corporate office. Immediately after leaving there, she starting giggling, and giggling, and giggling. I think you get the point, she didn't stop for over an hour. We dropped off all the girls and came back to the house, I packed Kaylin up and sent her with Jess. Maureen had picked up Brandon already, so we were all alone. You think we would know what to do with ourselves, but we didn't. Did we want to go do karaoke? No. Dinner? No. Sports Bar? No. Yet again, I spent a hot, sweaty, steamy date night on the El Jo Bean fishing pier. Didn't catch a damn thing either.