Friday, September 4, 2009
I'm sad. I'm nervous. I feel like I have a huge weight on my shoulders. I feel like I've let my kids and Scott down.
I've never NOT had a job. Since I was 16 years old. It's gonna be different. Different for sure.
It's a sad day. For a lot of us.
Goodbye to all of my friends. The laughs that we have had are priceless. I'm going to miss them greatly.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Everyone here loves the fair. It's always Labor Day weekend and it's a great time to go and stand by the beer booth and see friends that you have not seen in years! I love it and look forward to it every year. It's just one of those things that you must go to each year! Good times.
Tonight is the opening night. We go to Jeremy and Shawns house (my cousins) because their house is right on the entrance of the fairgrounds and we watch the parade (yes..there is a parade!) and then we take the kids down to ride rides (well, Parker at least) and grab a bite to eat.
I love this time of year (and it also helps that it has been insanely beautfiful here for the past week, temps in the low 70's, cool every night and sunny sunny sunny!).
Yea for the Worlds Fair!
Friday, August 21, 2009
My company did their third round of layoff's on Tuesday. And, you guessed it...I was one of the not-so-lucky one's. I got the boot.
But, not just me. Last September they laid off 15 of my great co-workers. In June they laid of 2 of my co-workers and then on Tuesday, after a nice motivational e-mail from our president to ALL of our company telling us that they were beginning layoff's immediately, all but 8 of my co-workers were laid off on Tuesday morning.
It wasn't not an easy morning, let me tell ya. This is the third round of layoff's in just one year, so it's almost like everyone knows the deal. But, this time it was different. The first one last September was out of no where. So, it caught all of us off-guard and we had no idea how to take it. Then in June, same deal but it wasn't most of the department, only two people, so it was like a little smack in the face unlike a punch in the gut. Then, this one..was expected. We've all seen it coming for the past month or so, it was just a question of who, when and how bad. We knew that our particular site was in a nice downward spiral. Our projects had been cancelled and they sent out a new organizational structure chart a couple of weeks ago that conveniently left the our group here in Cincinnati out. So, that was clue number one. The a few short days later we got an e-mail saying that all of the projects that we had and were working on had been cancelled. Eww...punch number two. Then, they walked around and changed all of the locks on the doors (but said that they didn't know who had the previous locks and wanted to change them to keep track of who had what key...yea right). Then, came the e-mail at 3:30 on Monday afternoon that had ALL of us sitting in the middle of our department wondering if it was going to be that day. It wasn't. Our manager didn't even acknowledge it. So, all night Monday night I thought about it all night long, wondering if it was going to be me, or if was going to be the entire department or the entire building for that matter. Tuesday morning we came in and we had a meeting. They were disbanding the entire R&D department and only keeping 1/3 of the department and then getting rid of 2/3 of the department.
The morning sucked to be blunt. We all just sat around waiting. We quickly found out that they were meeting with the people that they were keeping first, and as the morning wore on, many of us figured it out that we were not the ones that they were keeping. They called all of us in (16 of us) and told us as a group (classy, huh?) that our positions have been eliminated and that September 25th was going to be our last day. They handed us our severance packets and sent us home.
We went to the bar.
And then to one of my co-workers house's and drank some more...and talked, vented and laughed. Rough day.
I'm not sure that it has hit me completely or not. I know that it has happened, but I think because we do have to come back here for a while that it just doesn't seem real. People are taking it how they are, and some of us are taking it okay and some of us are not taking it very well at all. It's hard for many because there are people who have been here for 30 years and this is the only job that they know and they are going to leave. And, there are people here that have their lively hoods resting on their jobs (cough cough...me) and it's sad. It's sad that a group that works so stinkin hard and get's along so well and could conquer anything that was thrown their way---and our company feels like they just didn't need us anymore. So, it sucks.
September 25 is our official last day here, but if we get all of our projects transitioned over to whoever is going to take it before then we can head on out of here. So, I'm hoping to do that before next week I can have everything done and all of my personal stuff taken home and Friday can be my last day. I will be paid up until the 25th and then I get 6 weeks of severance from there, so I have a short amount of time to find another job. I would love to take some time and spend it with my boys, but, I cannot afford to do it. So, it's job hunting time for me....which I hate.
I'm sad...I'm sad for me, and I'm sad for the 25 people in my department that lost their jobs this week. It's not fair.
It's not fair.
Where is my beer?
Monday, August 17, 2009
Where did my baby go???
Friday, August 14, 2009
Hanging onto Beckett's stroller for dear life. Beckett looked like he was ready to get up and play a bit!
I can only imagine what was going through his little head! I'm sure he was nervous and excited at the same time. Me --- I was ready to cry!
Once he found him a friend to talk to, he was off. He told me to leave Beckett there with him, and once I told him that Beckett had to go home with me, he was fine. He walked over to the rug with another little boy and then I snuck out of their classroom.
Walking through the halls I wanted to just start sobbing. I cannot believe that my little boy is in PRE-SCHOOL!!! It just seems like there is no way that he should be this old already. Before I know it, we're going to be dropping him off at college.....tears :(
When I went to pick him up they said that he did really well. And, there is no other feeling that having him run to you and wrap his arms around you and say, "Mommy, I missed you!" Because I don't think he will ever have any idea of how badly I miss him when he's not right there with me!
The rest of the week has not gone that well when it comes to dropping him off. There are a lot of tears shed (both mine and his!), but we're making progress! Soon, he's not going to want to come home!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Me, Beckett, Aiden and Parker in the kiddie pool.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Finally, we were there! We kind of took our time getting there because our check-in wasn't until 3:00. When we got there we were exhausted, but, it was worth it. Look at our fabulous view!
I will write more when I can get access to more pictures. We had a blast! Cannot wait to do another vacation next year!
(and, I don't have any pictures of Beckett while we were in the car because he still has to sit rear facing in the car)
GOOD NEWS!!! Scott has wanted to be the head baseball coach at Campbell Co. (which is where we went to high school and where he played baseball) since retiring from the Cardinals and for the past 4 years at the end of every baseball season there are always rumors going around that they were going to offer him the job, or their current coach was going to retire. Well, same for this year, except, their coach really did retire and the job was actually open! So, he applied of course and his interview was Monday morning. They offered him the job on Tuesday afternoon (swearing him to secrecy until this morning). We are beyond pumped about it (although it's totally going to suck for me in the spring), but I know that this is what he has wanted to do forever. It's going to be so good to see him back at CCHS, where we came from! I cannot wait! We are going to make Parker the bat boy and he can sit in the dugout and will have his own uniform and everything! We will miss Brossart...but this is going to be awesome! Go Camels!
So, lots of good stuff going on for us! I will post more pics and info about our awesome vacation over the next couple of days!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Scott brought him home from swimming on Monday afternoon about 4:30 and Parker was so tired that he laid down on the floor of the garage and went to sleep! After 5 minutes of taking advantage and taking pictures, Scott finally pulled him off of the floor!
Monday, June 8, 2009
They were such a mess! But, they had a blast!
Friday, May 29, 2009
It's not as bad as I had previously thought, but it's still not great. My poor mom, this is her first EVER brand new car and she has only had it for about 2 years. I'm sure she is just beside herself being away from her kids when this has happened and not being able to do anything. I'm hoping the cost to get it fixed isn't too bad.
And, I hope J get's his car taken away and sold, because he doesn't deserve to have it.
Thats my story for the day...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
He has had a blast so far and has one particular kid that he likes to sit next to on the side of the pool as they wait their turn. His name is Ryder and the kid is too cute. Parker and him talk to eachother the entire time. The teacher has them hang onto the side of the pool as she takes each one of them individually out in the water one by one. Parker is always hanging on and going under and coming back up, going under and coming back up. Well, last week Parker went under and came back up but then pushed himself away from the side of the pool. Too far for him to be able to grab on and pull himself back up. So, immediately I jump up off of the bench and I can just see the panic in his poor little eyes and he was trying to come back up, but, really didn't know how. I got down on my hands and knees and tried to reach for him but was just shy of being able to reach his hands. So, I'm thinking, I'm going in. In my heels, white pants and all...I'm going in this pool.
Well, then out of no where I see Ryder's little 3 year old hands reach out and grab Parker and pull him back to the side. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen!
So, Parker got out and was a little shaken up, but I told him to get back in, it was okay he didn't get hurt. So, he did. And then he says to Ryder:
"Thank you for saving my life"
I just about started balling my eyes out because it was so stinkin cute and just sweet.
So, then as we were leaving he said to me, "Mommy. Ryder saved my life"
Yes....yes he did.
Parker (right) & Ryder (left)
Sleeping in his goggles on the way to swimming
Thursday, May 7, 2009
I picked Parker up and he was a bear....terribly tired and just being rotten. So, I get him in the car and he falls asleep after being on the road for about 5 minutes. We get to Cold Stone and it took us 15 minutes just to get in the place because I had to wake him up and he wasn't happy. He wanted to sit in the stroller, and of course I didn't have the Sit-N-Stand (best investment ever) with me, so he was ticked off. We finally get in there, get the cake, and some ice cream cupcakes (which are pure Heaven) and back into the car we went (which was another ordeal). He threw such a fit in the car and was being horrible, so I warned him. If he kept acting like that we were not going to stop and get daddy a card. He apologized to me and not five minutes goes by and he's doing it again. So, I told him that we were not able to go and get daddy a card because he was being bad.
We pull into our street and I said, "We will make Daddy a birthday card." and Parker says, "No mommy, I can't make daddy a card." and I asked him why.....he says, "Cause I have a bad a'tude"
God I love that kid...
Friday, May 1, 2009
So, the other night we put the kids to bed and I'm in the bathroom in our bedroom. I look and it's so gross in there. Just--ick. And, then I walk past the laundry room and notice that the huge basket of clothes for the boys that I folded and put in there have been on the laundry room floor for about 2 weeks now. When I got downstairs there was another basket of towels that I started to attempt to fold on Saturday, still sitting there. NEVER would I have left a laundry basket in plain sight in my living room. Never would I have just folded it and shoved it all in a basket and just not put it away. I cannot stand stuff like that. But, nope, it is sitting there. And, you know why...cause I don't have time to give a rats behind. Which, get's me to the title of this post.
I was packing Parker's bag for school that night and thought, "Oh my gosh, I hope that he has more than one pair of underwear clean" (We pack a couple of pairs *just in case* he has an accident) and, thankfully I did. Even though I have not done laundry in almost a week, he still has plenty of underwear clean. Which, I had to show to Scott. Because when we started potty training Parker I went out and bought about 25 pairs of underwear. You just never know how many your going to need. Scott was kinda ticked off about it because I had bought so much, but, it's for these times, where the laundry hasn't been done and everything is behind, that your thankful that mom bought enough underwear to cover the butts of every boy in our neighborhood!
I figure when my kids are in high school or college I might get a *little* caught up on housework, but to be honest, I care, I really do, but not as much as I thought that I would. I get stressed about it, because I'm pretty OCD about my house. Things have to be in their place and they usually are every night, and I like the bathrooms to be sparkling clean (which is not too often now considering Parker still hasn't quite figured out this "aiming" thing.) and I like it to look like it's not been lived in! I know that is unrealistic, but, I just like it to be clean at least before I go to bed. And, it doesn't look like that anymore. It's dirty (although I consider my house to be dirty is there is a pair of shoes laying on the floor..so, take that for what it's worth). But, now, I'm just like, "whatever" It is what it is and my kids come before my clean house and right now we just do not have the time. We have neighbors that we are pretty close to, and they have four kids ages ranging from 10 to 18. They are always busy running here and there and their lives are very hectic. Right now, they are more hectic than usual, both of their parents are sick and in the hospital and they've got multiple other things going on that cannot be pushed off. So, I asked the other night how they get anything done with running around all of the time, and how do they deal with it. They told me what now is my philosophy on it all.
Ron said, "Once you admit to yourself that you are never going to be caught up on anything and your always going to be one the run....it get's a little easier."
So, since hearing that each time I start to go into my anxiety attack about my poor dirty home, I just tell myself to get over it..because I'm never going to be caught up and there is no reason to get upset about it. And, I've been dealing with my house not being the way I like it to be much better!
Alright, vent about my house done. Today is Friday and I'm pumped. Scott is off from baseball tonight (woohoo) and he only has one game tomorrow and then is off again on Sunday, so I'm very excited. I'm ready for this weekend! I *hope* to get all of the winter clothes from the boys put in bins and get all of their new summer clothes put up----but, once again, I doubt that it is going to happen!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
For two years Scott has been working on getting his Masters in Special Education. He has been working his butt off. He started the program shortly after Parker was born (earning his teaching certificate as well) and between one kid, to two kids and baseball, referring basketball on Friday and Saturdays and umpiring baseball he has finally earned his Masters degree. And, the best part....he is graduating with a 4.0! I'm so proud of him! He should be so proud of himself as well. I'm so proud of him and hope that he knows how great he is! He is a super daddy!
Now it's onto getting his Rank 1, which is another year in school and then after that he is going to start on yet another Master's degree. Such a hard worker that hubby of mine!
Parker ended his first session of gymnastics on Saturday, complete with dancing and a ribbon of completion (which almost made me cry). Tonight he starts swimming lessons and I'm excited to watch (parents are not allowed to take part, we have to stay in our little corner). I'm just afraid that I'm not going to be able to get him to get out of the pool when he is told to!
Beckett is growing like a weed...almost 7 months old! I cannot believe that it has gone so fast. Before we know it, him and Parker will be romping around with each other...instant best friends!
The warm weather is finally here and I'm so excited. It makes it a bit harder to get anything done in the house because Parker wants to be outside all of the time, but it's worth all of the wonderful nights out walking and playing. It's about time...I hated this winter..it drug on entirely too long!
Here's to 4.0's, swimming lessons, growing babies and warmer weather!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
It is snowing here today...can you believe this crap! Snow! Since when does it snow in April? Yesterday was the Red's Opening Day and each year if you are not a season ticket holder than you can enter this lottery to get a change to purchase tickets. Last year I was chosen and didn't get tickets, and was kinda bummed a little that we didn't buy any or go. (Scott's not into the whole Opening day deal, and I've never been but it looks like so much fun!). This year I didn't win and I'm kind of glad! It was freezing cold and raining yesterday, so, no tears here! God bless those who did brave the cold weather for the boys of summer!
I love baseball season. Scott is in his 4th year of coaching high school baseball (cannot believe it's already been 4 years since he has come home from baseball for good...it's gone so fast!) and although I complain a bunch and it get's kinda hectic at our house at night (even more so since Beckett is here now as well) I really love it. And, I love that he loves it. There is just something about him when he talks about baseball, weather he is complaining about it or not....you can just tell it's in his blood. He truly loves the game of baseball and I don't really think he could function without it. I know that sometimes he says that he is done and he's ready to call it quits on coaching, but, I know that this is just him. It's a huge part of him that I don't think that he will ever be able to give up. I remember before we found out that I was pregnant with Parker Scott had this huge dilemma about baseball. I think it was wearing on him that he was gone all of the time and he was never at home and he was missing so many things. He would call and tell me that he was ready to hang it up, come home, quit living out of a suitcase. I was so worried about him. I called his best friends, we would have hour long conversations about what was wrong with him and what was going on to make him feel like that. He eventually told me that it just wasn't fun anymore and that baseball was supposed to be fun and not a job. Then we found out shortly after his big crisis that I was pregnant with Parker. I didn't want to tell him because I didn't want him to feel like he had to leave baseball for us. But, he did that all on his own. He said to me, "I would rather be a good daddy than a good baseball player." I don't think I will ever forget the moment he said that to me. Made me realize how special he really is. He was so scared to give it up though too. He didn't know what he was going to do with his life--all he had ever known was baseball. He never even really had a job (unless you count working at Bob Evans as a bus boy for about 2 months in high school with Greg Jones...and it really doesn't count because those two did nothing but goof off!) Now look at him. A Special Ed teacher (and a damn good one at that) and in just two short weeks he will have his Master's degree in Special Education! Definitely not something that I saw happening, but, he is so good at it! This was truly his calling, he just didn't realize it. And, although he was a damn good baseball player...he is a way better daddy. And, being a teacher and a daddy may not pay the millions of dollars that being a professional baseball player does, but I'm going to guarantee that it's 100% more rewarding!
So, anyways, off of my rant. (Got a little sidetracked there!). So, it's baseball season and we are getting closer and closer to the warmer weather and the days spent in the pool. I love the summer, and cannot wait for it to finally be here for good!