I DID IT!!!!!

Yea for me!!!! (It is not often you hear me say that. . .)
Not many people know this, but for the last four months I have been trying to lose weight. Today - I achieved a mile stone - I have lost 10% of my starting weight.
I almost weight what I did when I got married. I still have quite a bit to lose, but 10% is a huge thing for me!!!

What is it about my husband and TV?

My husband is addicted to TV - and not just to certain shows on TV - the TV in general.

There have been times when I was trying to have a conversation with him (which is a difficult task even in the best settings) and he didn't hear what I was saying. However, in front of the TV the task is impossible. In the past I have always thought it was the show that was grabbing his attention. However, after last night, I have come to a different conclusion.

Our cable went out last night.

And what did the husband do? Watched the snow pattern. He still didn't hear what I was saying - even with no sound or picture!

I started thinking about this and after examining a few other instances of TV watching and the husband, it is pretty clear.

The TV is way more interesting than me - even when it the cable is not working.

However, even though the TV is way more interesting than me, he still does not listen to that either. We will be watching a show and I will miss a line or some sort of action and I will turn to him and ask what happened and he always (not sometimes - ALWAYS) has a blank look on his face and says "Iduno".

So, we have the husband, who doesn't hear me, or the TV. One might think that he has a hearing problem. However, there is the evidence that he can hear. What you might ask? Well, he is very fond of retelling of a conversation he had with the bread guy, or his manager, or the neighbor, or just about anyone else.

So, I rank under the TV, and just about everybody else in the whole world. There is probably only one other person who ranks under me. He, sadly, would be our son.

So, there you have it - and what a relationship this has turned out to be. I have lots of other things to say about it, but for the moment, I will leave it at that.

And So It Goes

Well, it finally happened. . . I took Gunga to school today, and when we got into the fenced in area he turned to me and said "Bye bye Mama. See you later!". Yup, the days of him clinging to my leg crying are over - just like that. Sigh. Yes, I almost cried again. So there you go, the little girl at preschool that he saw when we drove in is way more fun than me. And she was cute. At least he was running around with the little boys when I left.

Other than that, nothing much is new.

Time to play with blocks. I must get as much of that in as possible before I am too uncool to play with after dinner.

Ta!

Progress

We are finally making progress on dropping off Gunga at preschool. Today was the first day I didn' have to have Gunga peeled off my leg by one of the preschool teachers. There was still crying, but no desperate attempt to break free of the steel like grip of the teacher and run pell mell toward the fence. There was still the desperate plea for me to come back, but he was done crying before I drove off. So, there is light at the end of the tunnel. There may come a day when I am able to drop Gunga off at school like all the other parents do. YAY!!!!

Other news, the regional HR director made a couple visits to our plant today playing the "Grim Reaper" informing 3 fellow employees that their jobs have been eliminated due to centralizing of duties. They have a job until the end of the year. Looks like I made it through this elimination round, but seeing the HR guy is starting to give me the jibbies.

Sunday Afternoon in October

Here it is - a lazy Sunday afternoon in October. I am making cranberry muffins for Gunga's preschool snack with the air conditioning on. Yes, it is October in Wisconsin and it is over 85 degrees out.
Yes, Gunga started preschool two weeks ago. He is going to the one that is located in my church two mornings a week. He is quite upset every morning when dropping him off chanting like a young monk in the back seat on the 15 minute ride "I go see Peach" over and over again. Peach, is Gunga's God-mother, his afternoon care-giver and my overall best friend. In response to his "I go see Peach", I reply "After lunch at school". Really, it is quite the intellectual exchange of ideas. . . However, when I pick him up after his lunch he is quite happy to see me. Then the chant changes to "Mama came back!". So, it is a good thing. I am still struggling to get over that he is old enough to go to preschool. That, and he grew like 2-3" over the summer.
Other than that, life is pretty much the same. There are head cuts going on in the eastern market of my company. They have taken my position at 5 different plants and replaced them with one regional accountant. So, who know how much longer before they tell me to pack up my desk and go. In any case, I am not going to hold my breath. That requires way too much concentration. :)
Let's see, what else note worthy has happened in the past two months. . .

• I went to corporate headquarters for a business trip verifying next years budget calculations. That was a rip roaring good time. Well, not really - but I did get a good dinner with some good beer out of the whole deal.
• My parents came to visit while awaiting the birth of their newest grandchild. What is really great about them coming to visit - they cook dinner every night!
• Said grandson was born - healthy and screeching like a raptor two days before my birthday. He is a wide shouldered boy and had to use the emergency escape hatch (my Sis-in Law had a C-Section), but both Mother and Baby made it through everything fine.
• My husband had his birthday - and declared he did not want to do anything special. In that vein, I took the day to do my normal weekend errands only to come home and find him gone. Turns out the neighbor decided to take him to the local bar within walking distance (which is not that hard in WI) around 3PM. He arrived home stinking drunk at 8PM, pulled it together enough to call his Mum and get her birthday greetings, then proceeded to pass out in the spare room. However, this is not the end of the evening . . . at some point, he got up and went into the other bedroom upstairs, used it as a bathroom (#1 only - thank goodness?), then proceeded to go into our room and pass out again. He denies ever doing this, and does not even show the smallest amount of embarrassment or remorse. There has only been one other time I have seen him this drunk - and that was after his bachelor party. And yes, alcoholism runs in his family. So, he shot up to the top of my shit list and continues to rein there today.
• We got the roof to our garage replaced. Oddly enough, an old acquaintance was at one my husband's sister's parties and the husband enlisted his services. It turned out alright, but I was nervous that it would only get 1/2 done and then the work would mysteriously stop. Gladly, I was proven wrong.
• Last weekend, Gunga, Peach, and I took a trek up to my parents for the weekend to take in the fall colors, and visit. It was a nice time, just too short. But, in one aspect it was way long. Gunga decided to throw what I call "grand mal hissy fits" over the littlest and dumbest things. I guess he finally decided to be a terrible two. UGH!
• Friday was the local Homecoming parade. Am I getting old - or are kids more obnoxious then they use to be. At one time, there was this herd of boys running up and down the street in the middle of the parade scarfing all the candy they could get. It wasn't until after the parade that I saw that his parents were sitting at the other end of this city block. Of course, that is nothing as compared to the parents standing the the street also, egging their precious children to pick up more candy, or the mom of a teen in the parade standing in front of the stroller my son was sitting in. I finally had to ask her to move so that my son could see. What a joke!
  

Yesterday I took the plunge and bought pull-ups for the boy. Yes, it is time to seriously think about potty training. Wish me luck
Well, I believe that I am up to date. And now it is time to try to cool off!