Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Life Keeps Happening...

Today was kind of a big day here at the casa. Kai, my sweet, wonderful, beautiful little boy, began taking meds for ADD. We didn't come to the decision easily or quickly. I don't think any parent wants to put their child on any kind of long term medication.

We've been taking Kai to see a child psychologist since November. She diagnosed him with ADD-inattentive, which means he's not hyper, just has a hard time concentrating. She also diagnosed him with a mild case of anxiety. We were hopeful that we could help him to learn the skills to cope and concentrate in school through counseling and behavior modification. I finally realized that these practices weren't working when last week, during homework time, he became frustrated and began sobbing that he wished he had never been born and that he hated himself. As a mom, to hear my own 7-year old say that, broke my heart. Tim and I talked and we decided to try medication. We figured that the worst that could happen would be that it wouldn't work, and we wouldn't be any worse off than we were now.

Since my mom gets him ready for breakfast, she had the pleasure of administering the dose. Kai was afraid to swallow the pill, which is actually very small. He tried to stuff it into a piece of sausage, but of course, that didn't work. So, mom hid it in a mini marshmallow, which he has no problem swallowing for some reason. He did it! He took the pill.

Once I knew that he had taken it, I wondered all day; how did he feel? Was he alright? Sleepy? Moody? Which dwarf was he? Tim picked him up early from school for an appointment with the psychologist, and I called him late in the afternoon. "Well", I asked, "how is he?" Tim said that he seemed to actually be pretty calm, which was surprising. We were told that we probably wouldn't see the affects of the drugs for about 3 or 4 days. When I got home from work, I still had my same sweet, goofy boy, just a bit more mellow. We have already noticed a decrease in appetite. I made tacos for dinner, and Kai ate only a half of one taco. He said he was fine, just not very hungry.

So now we see how tomorrow goes. He'll be in school all day, so his teacher will have a chance to observe him and see if she notices any changes. I'm really very hopeful that the medication will help get him back on track.

Other than better living through chemistry, not much else is happening. Tomorrow Tim turns 40. He doesn't want a party, no big to do. We'll just celebrate quietly as a family. And watch the season premier of LOST!

Monday, January 28, 2008

Thirteen And Counting

Well as of today, Tim and I have been married for 13 years. I think we've both taken the vow 'til death do you part' as some sort of personal challenge, because I know for sure that most of our friends and family didn't think we'd make it this long. Hell, there were days when I didn't see it lasting this long.

I'm still a bit puzzled by the whole idea of marriage, especially when I read the anniversary notices in the newspaper and see couples who've been married for 50 years or even 60 years. Good God, can you imagine? Waking up to the same person every day for 50 frigging years? Wow, that's love right there. And don't get me wrong, I love Tim very much, I truly do. But even the idea of being with someone I love for that long is a foreign concept to me. How do you stay married to someone for that long without wanting to either run screaming to another state, or bash your spouse over the head with a cast-iron skillet?

And so, you may ask, did we do anything romantical for our anniversary? Why no, we did not. Tim went to some Scout thing, and I did our taxes online. I ate some leftover meatloaf for dinner and Tim said he'd grab something while he was out. We'll probably do something this weekend and celebrate our anniversary and Tim's 40th birthday together. He said something about going to Gojo's Japanese Steakhouse, which I love!

Here's a look back at us on our wedding day-

Wow, the 90's were almost as unkind fashion-wise as the '80s!

Ok, I'm off to help Kai with homework and then go to bed! Later, kids!

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Weekend Wrap Up

As usual, the weekends fly by way too quickly, and I never seem to get done any of the things I want to.

I didn't get to go to Kai's Pinewood Derby race on Friday night, because I had to work late. By the time I got home, he and Tim had already left for the races. I decided to take advantage of some quiet and lie down, because I got broadsided by a cold virus on Thursday night. Kai and Tim came home around 9 PM or so and Kai came in 4th in his den. No trophies this year! :( But he had fun, and that's what matters.

Yesterday was spent lying around being miserable. I hate having a head cold because I can never seem to get de-clogged (is that a word? It is now!). I did a small, tiny bit of housework and tried to figure out what was wrong with Tim's laptop. He got about a million viruses on it because he got download happy. I finally got all that cleared off today. Still can't network it to our printer, though.

Today, I'm finally feeling better, so I've been cleaning and putting things away and all of those good things. I'm making meatloaf for dinner and Mom wants me to make both macaroni and cheese AND mashed potatoes to go with it. Seems a little carb heavy, but ok. All I plan on doing tonight is putting clean laundry away and watching all the 'reality' shows on VH-1.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Friday Eve!

For some reason, I really like Thursdays. Making it through the work week to Thursday brings a kind of satisfaction that few other things at my job does. By Thursday afternoon, it's truly all downhill. I know that I can make it through Friday and then sail on into the weekend!

Today, I experienced what I like to think of as 'nature's botox', known to everyone else as sub-zero temperatures. My face literally froze in place as I walked to the bus stop and then later when my friend Rhonda and I ventured out to lunch. I like cold weather, but this is too much. I'm hoping we really do get those balmy 40-degree days they are predicting for this weekend!

The Casa has been quiet for the past couple of days. Tim got a new laptop and we've entered the wireless world around here. I'm still trying to get his laptop to recognize our printer that's hooked up to my pc, but I can't figure the stupid thing out. I guess I'll work on that some more this weekend. Tim has been helping Kai's Cub Scout pack to get ready for the Pinewood Derby race tomorrow night, which will be the highlight of the week. Last year, Kai got a trophy for 'Most Likely To Burn Rubber', but maybe this year, he'll place. I'll be there with my camera, snapping away like a madwoman.

So, that's about all that's going on around here. Keep warm, everyone!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


I was shocked and saddened to hear the news of the sudden death of Heath Ledger. He was a tremendously talented actor, and was far too young to leave this world. Here's hoping that his family and friends can the peace and strength needed to get through this difficult time.

Monday, January 21, 2008

When I Grow Up...

Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? I remember wanting to be either a teacher or an actress. There were probably other career possibilities along the way, too. I seem to recall wanting to go to Harvard and becoming a lawyer, but that plan quickly died when I realized it would require eight more years of school after high school.

Kai is getting to the point in his life where he talks about what he wants to be. Some of his ideas are surprising, to say the least. A couple of years ago, he wanted to be a scientist who looks for nanochips. Whatever those are. Then, he wanted to go to community college and then get a job at either Sonic Drive-In or Pizza Hut. He said he would promise me that if he worked at Pizza Hut, my pizza would always be delivered hot and on time (but not free, apparently). He had his slacker phase last year when he said he just wanted to be a hobo and live on a train. Are there still hobos? Do they still ride the rails? Hmm... Lately though, he's come up with a couple of diverse and interesting career choices. The first one is to become a pro football player, but he doesn't want to play for the Chiefs, because they 'suck'. He's got a point. Tonight at dinner, he said that he wanted to work at a seniors center. He said that he would be the lifeguard at the pool in the seniors center, and if any of the old people got out of line, he would make them get out of the pool and run laps. Naked. I tried to explain to him (while trying not to laugh or smile) that it wouldn't be right to make the elderly run, especially without clothing. That wouldn't be good for anyone. Plus, the elderly probably couldn't really run all that well; the best that some of them might be able to manage would be a fast shuffle.

I guess I should just be happy that he's taking an interest in his future, but I don't think I was prepared for his less than traditional choices. Someday, about 10 or 12 years from now, if you're in a seniors center and you see some naked old people running around the pool, you'll know that Kai has fulfilled his dream!

Dust Bunnies and Crumbs and Crap, Oh My!

Yesterday afternoon we began the mind numbing task of cleaning the manhole. To say that my husband is a packrat is an understatement. I don't think there are words to convey how much junk he saves. My friends will recall the pile of wood that once resided in the back yard. It was, at various points in it's existence, going to be made into a bar, a big-ass picnic table, a sandbox, and something else I can't remember. I finally got rid of it when I told the husband that I was putting it on freecycle and that was the end of it.

It's safe to say that there is nothing in the manhole that anyone else would want, free or otherwise. He's got a stack of clean, used yogurt containers almost as tall as our son. 'Get rid of these!', I say, but he argues that they are perfect for starting plants in. Unless you're growing something slightly less than legal, who starts plants in the basement? And no, he's not growing anything he shouldn't be.

The rest is pure clutter. Various catalogs, books, magazines, a few of Kai's toys here and there, a collection of fine cammo fashions and some 'military memorabilia'. It's not quite as bad as what you might see on one of those shows on TV, like 'Clean House' or 'Clean Sweep'. Not yet, anyway. It could go either way if we don't get a handle on it now.

Took some time away from cleaning last night to watch my favorite guilty pleasure, 'Rock of Love 2'. Good lord. Some of those girls were once boys, I just know it. If Bret's looking for love among this bunch, I'm afraid all he's going to find is a bad case of crabs. I love rocker guys, but Bret needs to take a good long look in the mirror. He's 45 years old, and it's not 1987 anymore. If that bandanna holding his hair on his head gets any wider, it will cover his entire face and he can get into bank robbing. The botox needs to stop. He's starting to look like Goldie Hawn, and not in a good way. An example-

And could he please quit doing that pouty lip thing? It's not sexy anymore, it's just kind of creepy. Maybe he's had so many collagen injections he can't move his lips anymore, poor thing.

Today will be more cleaning and here in a bit, we'll be going to Kai's weekly visit with the child psychologist, and then to the grocery store. I'm thinking chili and cornbread for dinner tonight. Yummy! Keep warm!

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Hello, world!

I've tried this blogging business before and never really kept up with it. But, I like the idea of sharing the details (however mundane they may be) of my daily life with my friends and family and any curious onlookers out there. So, grab a cup of hot cocoa and pull up a chair...

I'm Kelley. I'm a 40-year old married mom of one. My husband Tim and I have a 7-year old son, Kai. Kai is the light of my life and even when he's driving me completely nuts, which is most days, I still love the stuffing out of him. My mom moved in with us this past September, and despite her constant threats to move out, she's still here.

I work full time for a bank, doing stuff with numbers. I'll be honest; my job is not all that important to me. Oh, it's important in the way it keeps food on the table and a roof over our heads, but for the most part, it's something to do between weekends. Banking would not be my number one career choice and I can't think of anyone else who would choose it, either. It's something you kind of just fall into, while you're waiting for your dream job to come along. In my case, I've been waiting for almost 20 years now.

We don't have any cool pets, so I'm afraid I won't be regaling you with funny and endearing pet stories. We have a parakeet named Re-Pete (the first one, Pete, bit the dust the weekend before Christmas), and I think the hermit crab might still be alive but don't quote me on that one.

I love, love, LOVE to bake and cook. And boy does my butt show it. I dabble in weight loss occasionally and wish I had the willpower to stick with it. In the past year or so, I've been baking and cooking from scratch more; no more instant brownies or box dinners for my family! My quest for 'all natural' cooking though, includes copious amounts of cheese, red meat and enough butter to give Paula Deen a coronary. I also include a lot of fresh veggies, though, so it all balances out, right?

I'm a crafty gal, too. I make cards and do scrapbooking and will hopefully post some of my creations here. I find it therapeutic to make things, and I need all the therapy I can get.

So, that's all for my first post, I guess. I'll come back tomorrow and tell you all about my adventures in house cleaning. We're going to clean out the husband's 'man room', I call it the 'manhole' later today, so that I can relocate my craft area in part of it. Pray for me! It's kind of scary down there!