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Sunday Evening Random Ramblings...

It's Sunday evening, and I'm supposed to be at Swim clinic.  But, Soccer Mom beat out Iron Mom today.  The Big One had a soccer tournament all day at Hobart College in Geneva, NY today, and we didn't get home early enough for me to feed the children, and myself, and make it to the Y in time for class.  Not to mention spending a day in the sun and cold wind watching your kid play soccer all day makes you very tired.  It was a nice day, and I got to watch my boy play in four soccer games.  I will always put my kids first.  If I have to chose between their activities, or my training, there is no question which wins. 
Being the awesome mom I am, we actually went up to Geneva yesterday, got a hotel room, and the three of us had a mini get away.  From my hotel room I could see the back of Geneva Bike Shop.  The Big One commented that it was a good thing they were closed, because he was pretty sure I would have dragged them in there.  And I picked the one hotel with out a hot tub or continental breakfast, but there was an indoor pool, and some of the best pillows ever.  All in all a great weekend.

a little randomness from the past week or so:

I am allergic to shellfish.  Tonight for desert I had a cannoli, Bubba was concerned that I might be allergic because it has a shell on it.  I found this quite amusing.

I have been without a functioning oven since before the ex moved out.  Stove top works, oven does not.  Thank goodness for grills and toaster ovens!  My awesome BFF gave me an almost new one last week, but I can't hook it up myself, scared of the gas connection.  My brother in law was coming over to hook it up yesterday, so I pulled out the old one to clean under and behind it.  There was some caked on grease on the wall right behind/above the stove.  I brilliantly decided to use oven cleaner to get the grease off.  In case you were wondering, it works great to remove grease, and even better to remove paint.  Now I have next weekends project of painting the kitchen to look forward to.  Oh yeah, I still don't have the stove hooked up.  BIL's mother died.  And they apologized for not being able to come help me.  Like they needed to apologize!

I got two new Nike swim suits last week.  Both at Marshall's.  Both two pieces.  I just can't wear a one piece suit.  I am too long.  Really happy with my new suits.  They don't make me look quit as flat, and they are way comfortable.  Thank goodness for bargains!


I've been contemplating joining the Air National Guard.  After unsuccessfully trying to find a part time job to be able to support myself and the two boys, it seems like the only answer.  Guaranteed supplemental income.  Job security.  So far everyone thinks it's a horrible idea.  But I can not find an apartment I can afford on what I bring home in the boys school district.  And once the divorce is final, he will be getting the house back.  I really don't know what else to do.  This is my biggest stressor at the moment.  Tomorrow I am applying for food stamps (yes I know, I just bought an expensive bike I shouldn't have.  I very much regret this decision).  I qualify for food stamps.  and HEAP.  I do not want my boys growing up on public assistance.  Hence, maybe joining the reserves.  Or finding a sugar daddy....

Comments

Anonymous said…
While the National Guard might not be ideal for some people.... I think it's incredible honorable. Serving your country in my opinion is the greatest possible thing any human being could do. No it wouldn't be easy, but nothing worth anything ever is. And wouldn't your boys be proud to see Mom in uniform.

It was my lifelong dream to serve in the Navy. My heart attack at age 20 prevented that from happening. That is honestly my one regret in life. If it's what you believe in, then follow your heart.

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