the car game

at one point while working at the big pony express bank i worked in a large high rise building in down town phoenix

the department was housed on 3 different floors with one parking garage attached to the building and another parking garage a couple blocks away, so not only were there people in the department i never saw but rarely did i see what anyone drove

the department moved to a single story facility in tempe with a guard monitored parking lot encircled with buildings, i.e. only one entrance

a co worker and i used to go on smoke breaks … she smoked … i got away from my desk for a few minutes

one day while on break we realized that it was at the end of the day for a large majority of the staff

as the staff left we began noticing the cars they were driving and thus began the car game, or maybe it was the guess what they drive game, in any event, we continued this time schedule of breaks to see what everyone drove, juvenile, i know, but it was fun … lol!

it is very interesting to see some peoples choices of cars … some were spot on stereotypical … while others … simply left us shaking out heads in awe and amazement wondering …. WTF??

tonight i had to meet my learning team at a local starbucks to start working on our final project and as i pulled up i noticed a car … and instantly i thought of the car game … i looked at this car and knew it was the one of the members of my learning team

i caught myself thinking i shouldn’t be so stereotypical … but the person whose car i thought it was, was there … and when we were leaving … my suspicions were confirmed … it was his car

stereotypical is and stereotypical does

%$))(%^ teenagers

ALL TEENAGERS LIE

don’t tell me no they don’t, i was one, so were you, we lied, even if about the small shit

parent teacher conferences were a little while back, the man child was doing ok, having an issue in language arts, which is the last class of his school day … the ex and i were figuring maybe his meds are wearing off by then and he may need his dosage adjusted

i thought he was doing pretty good, some days i don’t even have to ask him to take his med he just does it … but i did notice a couple days that immediately after taking it he was going to the bathroom …. hhhmm ok … i didn’t ask because i didn’t want to put the idea in his head of ditching his meds in the bathroom while making me think he was taking it

yesterday we (the ex and i) got an email from his language arts teacher, addressing some issues … drumming – he does this on EVERYTHING and his psych said he is now both inattentive a.d.d. and hyperactive slightly … he’s not really working and his concentration is an issue – well no shit … then she is concerned because she is not sure he has all of his assignments turned in … ok well if you, as the teacher don’t know, how the hell am i supposed to help him or get on him about completing them if you don’t tell me what he is missing??

so i asked him about this and of course it’s the kids that sit around him, i let it go figuring i would call his teacher today for more information

this morning i am waking everyone up and i realized that he hasn’t been taking his med at night … some people with a.d.d. need a “downer” at night in order to be able to go to sleep …. hhhmm

awhile back i got him one of those daily medicine dispensers so that it is easier for him because at that time he was on more meds and he really needed it … i picked it up and looked at it … yesterday i asked him if he had taken his meds before we left the house and he said yes … LIAR … you little shit … so i asked him and he couldn’t answer me … just sat there and looked at me … cause he knew he was busted …. YOU LITTLE SHITHEAD

this morning the procedure was that i stood there, made him take it, made him open his mouth to show me that he had taken it

while driving to drop them off at the bus stop (that is right by their dads house) his father called him to talk about the email from his teacher … of course he says nothing about his med issue

i started thinking that in order for his teacher to be emailing us, this needs to be a continuing issue so i asked him if he takes his medicine at his dads … “sometimes” … i know that at times in order to get information out of him you have to ask very specific questions … “does dad make you take your medicine”, “sometimes”, “do you lie to dad when he asks you if you took your medicine”, “sometimes” …. GOD DAMN LITTLE PAIN IN MY ASS … this is where i lost it … started crying and i asked him how everyone else is supposed to help him if he isn’t willing to help himself and why i should go out of my way all the time to help him if he’s just gonna lie to me … why i should try and shield him from the fallout of his father’s wrath if all he is going to do is lie to me … i told him i didn’t know if i could not tell his dad this … the bigger issue is that the ex has this thing about lying … it was one of our biggest fights … he thought that i lied to him all the time … about stupid shit like taking the lint out of the dryer, yeah stupid i know … so if he finds out that my little man has lied to him the poor kid might just get his ass beat into next tuesday

but i’m stuck in a little bit of a quandary … the ex has a.d.d. and should be on meds as well … he expects his son to “just know” he has to take his meds … in layman’s terms this is like expecting one alzhiemers patient to take care of another … and the little man gets yelled at from the ex for this, which is why i usually try to shield him a bit … the ex doesn’t understand that his son doesn’t do (or not do) some things on purpose, can’t understand because he has the same damn problem …. gggrrrr

but lying is a conscious action and i will have none of it … there is no longer a power plug on his bedroom tv and he will not be on the computer and there will be no general tv watching for him … i don’t care what he does but he will not be having fun while doing it … actually i think he will be cleaning his bathroom and bedroom and whatever else i can find for him to clean

tell me … please

am i negative?

do you think i bitch just to bitch?

spoiled and only whining cause i can’t get my way?

would you do me a favor?

if you do think this, would ya tell me? please!!

but if you do, please be prepared to listen to me tell you why i think you are wrong

i don’t really think i do … i think i just … vent … most of my bitch sessions are validated … i think

but in case you do … again … just tell me

route 66

i’m procrastinating today

i need to start some laundry and clean up a bit but i’ve gotten side tracked

the other day i noticed a post on FB from a guy i went to middle and some of high school with about his trek on route 66 with his brother

today they are broadcasting live while on the road and it’s actually pretty interesting …. especially if you have ever road tripped anywhere … brings back memories and i LOVE road trips

so if you are along route 66 keep a lookout for two brothers, who may very well be ready to kill themselves by the time the trip is over …. cause you know how road trips can go!! lol!!

here is the blog … brotherproof
listen live … shoutcast radio

and to listen to some of his great music go here … davidpatrone.com

can ya tell i’m hungry

all these posts about food, i’m starving

this looks like it might actually be pretty good

mmmm yummy

my geek-ness is showing

i’m following TechCrunch on twitter and saw a post about OpenTable

it’s a cool web system that you can make online reservations at restaurants, i’ll have to try it some time

Secret Behind OpenTable’s Real-Time Reservations
When you book a table on OpenTable.com, your reservation is instantly recorded in the restaurant’s computerized reservation book – the same one the restaurant’s host uses to track all reservations. (It’s the black terminal you may see when you arrive at the restaurant.)

Unlike other “online” reservation services which rely on faxes or table allocations, OpenTable has live Internet connections into the restaurants themselves. So restaurant availability information is up-to-date, and your reservations are confirmed.

happiness is red gatorade

today i’m not sniffly or sneezy, rather, it sort of feels like someone stuffed cottonballs in my sinuses and i have that dehydrated hungover feeling … headache, worn out … blah

the best part about being sick is having someone bring me much needed gatorade

and a hug works wonders too

i got a rock

i miss watching these … so i found them on youtube … technology is a terrible thing to waste!!

sleepless in phoenix

when i woke up yesterday morning i knew i was in for a shitty day

i slept with the windows open and it had become pretty windy … wind in the desert means dust in the air … dust in the air means my allergies running full steam ahead

i spent most of the day sniffly

i spent the afternoon and evening in hell

a huge dust storm kicked up about 330PM and of course i was out in it driving to pick up kids

at the halloween costume store i sneezed no less than 10 times in 10 minutes

back at home i scoured the house, how was it that i had no “real” sudafed? … the new crap they make with no pseudoephedrine in it doesn’t work for crap … and the tylenol severe allergy that i have has diphenhydramine in it, also known as benedryl, which just about puts me in a coma … ironically it is the same thing that is in tylenol PM just in a smaller dosage for the allergy medicine (2 tylenol allergy have the same amount of benedryl as 1 tylenol PM and with 1 tylenol PM my body needs no less than 8 hours to process it)

sudefed PE it is and 2 regular tylenol to help with the pain of sinus pressure and off to bed i go … if i laid not quite flat but not quite upright there was little pressure and the annoyance of constant nose blowing subsided

an hour or so ago, at about 330AM i woke up to pain …. across the entire roof of my mouth and in all of my teeth … lovely

more sudefed PE and more tylenol but sleep was no wear to be had

so here i sit, it’s now 441AM and i have to be up at 630, so that i can be at an interview at phoenix children’s hospital for an in-hospital volunteer interview at 9 … phx traffic at 8AM is brutal and i’ve got serious OCD issues with being late … i guess the good part is that after that all i have to do is come home, get back in my jammies, check out some jobs on dice.com and call a couple recruiters and then veg on the couch, maybe with some soup or peppermint tea

… of course stopping at walmart to get the real, behind the pharmacy counter, sudafed will also be in order …

ok i’m lost

lol!! i stole this from rashon over at awake and dreaming

but … i don’t really want to worship any god, i like hummus, bacon AND chinese takeout