Archive for July, 2008

Rant of the Day

I NEED to vent. I MUST vent.

My mother has been a home care attendant worker since I was 8years old. This means that she is in charge of taking care of one elderly person every day. The job took a lot out of my mother.  It is not an easy job, and I applaud those who work with the elderly.

When my grandmother became sick and was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in October of 2006, my mother flew to be close to her in Israel. She stayed for months on end, and was even there when I was going through IVF (so no one was there to make me chicken soup or whatever it is you eat when you just had ivf and don’t know if you will ever become pregnant).

My mother came back to the US right when we found out that I was pregant. She stayed for a month of happiness before she was called back to Israel with the news that my grandmother’s cancer took a turn for the worse and she was laying on her death bed.

I spoke to my grandmother as much as I could handle. It was hard to hear her that way- incoherent. I mean up until a few months prior- this woman cracked jokes, was the youngest 72 year old I knew, and would lift her skirt up in a seductive dance in front of her husband, 7 children, and 20 grandchildren. Even when we werent telling anyone that I was pregnant (prior to the 3 month point) I needed to tell her so that she would be happy. I told her and told her not to tell anyone. She promised she wouldn’t- but took aside every one of my aunts “secretly” to tell them.

When my grandmother passed, my mother returned to the states. SHe didnt go back to work. She needed time to herself. We discussed her watching the girls when I went back to work and she was excited about it. As she says, they brought her light when she needed it the most.

Now my mother taking care of the girls is an IDEAL situation. It is.

I mean she is there by 7am and leaves when my husband returns at 2-3pm. My daughters light up when they see her.

I’m glad someone does.

I don’t have the best relationship with my mother. I have been on the receiving end of A LOT of verbal abuse from this woman. This is a woman that would use my insecurities against me when I was a child. If a certain girl didn’t like me and I would tell her about it, she would be all sweet and great. But when I would fight with my mother she would say things like “Well, that’s why that girl doesnt like you”.. yeah. She did.

So I try to not let her get to me, or interact with her too much. She is a wonderful grandmother to my daughters, but as a mother- she failed with me.

I often tell my mother that she does NOT need to clean my house while she watches the girls. I mean just watching twins is a huge job in itself. I also mentioned several times that I dislike it when other people organize my bedroom and that I wound rather her not.

Yesterday as I stepped into my room- it was tidy. Now I KNOW that most people WISHED that someone else would clean their rooms for them. I am not one of those people. I feel like my bedroom is my Private space. My mess makes sense to me. And I also have some things….. umm.. I would rather  her not stumble across.. ehm

This morning as she was coming in, I told her that although I appreciate her trying to help us out, I would rather her not clean my bedroom.

THAT. WAS. IT

The woman lost it. Lost it.

She started calling me names, yelling at me….cursing me out.. IN FRONT OF MY DAUGHTERS. At first they smiled because they didn’t know what was going on… then they had a confused look on their faces.

She was holding them and just screaming. Are you for real WOMAN?

ME: Are you really screaming in front of my kids?

HER: How are they your kids when you only see them 2 hours a day?

OUCH.

ME: Well mom, some people FINISH high school (a burn to her that she never did) go to college, get a degree and WORK.

MOM: You’re garbage.

ME: No you’re garbage

MOM: Don’t talk to me that way!

ME: Why not?

Mom: I’m your mother.

ME: HA.

This goes on and on for what seemed like forever. Wafers were thrown, insults slung…

Then she went on a rant about how crazy I am and that’s why no one likes me.

WOW MOM.

She has been saying that stuff to  me for YEARS.

Then she went on to say that I should find someone else to care for my kids (as she always used that card).  I hate when she does that.

The thing is… I WOULD send my girls to daycare in a heartbeat- instead of having to deal with her daily. I CANT afford it. They want 2-3 g’s for both girls in my area. I just don’t have that type of cash- especially when my husband is out of a job next month and is going back to school.

I mean, do I go into debt because of her… or do I keep walking on eggshells and not say one thing that may set her off?!

I am way too pissed off right now to think.

I just wish I had a good relationship with my mother. I wish my daughters will not look at me with sadness in their eyes because I am not the mother they want, or wish they had.

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Everyone say Pijammy!

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Celebs

When a women becomes pregnant, her body goes through a huge transition. Her overall shape changes, as she carries another human life inside of her. Most women gain 20-30 pounds with a singleton. It takes time for the body to bounce back after pregnancy. Some say it takes at least 9 months.

 

So why is it that Nicole Kidman looks like this 3 weeks after giving birth?

Most women dont look like that prior to becoming pregnant.

Dude that is NOT fair.

 

I decided to write an open letter to Ms. Kidman.

 

Dear Nicole,

I would like to congratulate you on the birth of your first biological child Sunday. From what I understand, it was not an easy task for you to become pregnant. I can relate. I am also pretty sure that you went through invitro. You are in your 40′s, had not been able to get pregnant before and are recently married- so it’s safe to assume the conception wasn’t “natural”.

Women who go through ivf usually gain some weight. Women who carry their babies for 9 months put on the pounds. So why are you making the rest of us look bad? Is it really fair to make us “mere mortals” jealous?

You look thinner than a high school cheer leader.

Not cool Kidman, not cool.

Your friend,

Geminigirl

*BTW- you being insanely thin after a baby only adds to the speculation that you were wearing a pillow under there.

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Nick @ Nite Part 1

As a child I watched way  too much TV. During the summers especially, my parents would allow my older brother and I to stay up as late as we wanted . Since cable wasn’t what it is today, we didn’t have too many options.

We stumbled across Nick @ Nite and were instantly hooked. I was 9, my brother 12. We spent hours watching “Father Knows Best”, “Patty Duke”, “Dick Van Dyke”, “Dobie Gillis”, “My Three sons”, “Get Smart”, “Donna Reed”… the list could go on and on.

It was quality programming! Although we were in the early 90′s, the shows from the 50′s/60′s made their way into our hearts. Yes they were outdated, yes they were sappy- but by darn they were better shows than what current TV had to offer.

I don’t think many 9 year olds could have competed with my Father Knows Best knowledge, nor would they want to.

I have very fond memories of those days.

So you can imagine how I feel with the current lineup Nick @ Nite has to offer these days.

The Fresh Prince of Bel Air: vs. The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis

Bringing the "hood" to the neighborhood.

Bringing the "hood" to the neighborhood.

As a child I watched this show. Will Smith was a young rapper who was plucked from the music industry (his music has never recovered) by Quincy Jones and place in his own show. Smith had not acted a day in his life prior to the show and was quite the novice. Will would often memorize the entire script (including his co-stars lines) and would mouth them along with his co stars as they were reciting their lines. You can catch a quick glimpse of this in the very early episodes.

While I enjoyed Smith’s comedic timing, and Alfonso Rivera’s Tom Jones Dancing it still was no Dobie Gillis.

"The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis"

"The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis"

The content of both shows (fresh prince/dobie) were often the same.

Dobie  (1959-1963) revolved around a teenager,  who aspired to have popularity, money, and the attention of beautiful girls. This is pretty much the premise of Fresh Prince, but without adult situations (as Will did get his share of booty).

Dobie embodied a time not so long ago where  teens listened to their parents, focused on their schoolwork, and were afraid to hold hands. A somewhat innocent time in the world.

Dobbie wins this round (although his sidekick Bob denver aka “Gilligan” didnt match up to Alfonso Rivera’s Carlton)

 

Round Two:

 

Donne Reed vs Roseanne:

 

“The Donna Reed Show”

Damn you Donna with your impecable hair/apron

I often watched this show and wondered why my own mother wasn’t so amazing. Donna was actively involved in her children’s lives, was there to tend to the house and  husband. What set Donna’s character a part from other TV moms at the time, was that she had a job outside the home as a nurse. So not only did she leave her house immaculate, she brought home the bacon and then cooked it (all the while not a hair out of place). 

 ”Roseanne” (1988-1997)

One of my favorite shows of ALL TIME. You cannot get better than this comedy- trust me. Roseanne was about a typical lower-middle class family trying to make ends meet while laughing at life. Roseanne was not perfect in any way. She was loud, overly opinionated, pessimistic, laughed at her children and frankly did not care about her appearance (except for that one episode where she has a breast reduction because of her back problems). But the show dealt with REAL problems: Infertility, underage drinking, underage sex, money troubles, death, abuse, etc. It was real and gritty and wasn’t wrapped up in a neat bow after 30 minutes.  The show was funny in a way that we had yet to see. Remember when they replaced Becky with a different actress (the girl in scrubs)? One day the old Becky came back. Roseanne was in the kitchen with new Becky while the original Becky walked in. Roseanne looks at new Becky and says “Who the hell are you?”. Instead of making it awkward- they poked fun at themselves for recasting another actress. Dude, that is comedy genius!

Roseanne wins hands downbecause she taught us that you dont have to be perfect to be a good mother. Sorry Donna.

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8 Months Old

OK- A week late, but I need to write these things down or I will forget.
Dear Neve & Soleil,
You are 8 months old! Every month I ask how did this happen, how did you get so big? I guess I’ll be asking the same thing when you finish high school/ college/get married/have babies/get your doctorate….
You are utter joys in my life. Seriously, I don’t know what I did before I had you. I apparently had TOO MUCH free time.
Dear Neve,

*You are my smiley baby. You are my first born chicka and weighed 3.4 ounces when you came out into this world. You are one of a kind (although you came out in a pair)

Nevey-O

Nevey-O

*In the past month you have learnt how to roll over!  This has taught me  to chill out and to remember that you will do things at your own pace in your own time. Now that you roll over you wake us up in middle of the night to turn you to your back.

 

*Your light eyes have turned darker, and you are finally growing more hair on your head. The down side? You seem to have inherited your father & my hair- and no good can come from that:

Diana Ross in training

Diana Ross in training

*You are calm and collected and your sensory perception is pretty high so we try and not be too loud  or manhandle you.

"Sup?"

*You are a good eater (you like to try it all) but once a spoon full goes in, you dispense most of it out like an ATM machine. You get mad when we don’t feed you fast enough and complain- seriously you actually complain! Daddy tries to have patience when he feeds you because of your impatience (and two impatient people don’t mix well).

*Other than that, you are pretty patient and easy going- and love to wear hats.

*Stats on 6/10/08
Weight: 19 lbs
Height: 27.5 inches
78% percentile!
Dear Soleil,
*Mini-Me… or as grandma likes to call you  “Mini Mama”.
*Dude, sometimes I look at you and it really freaks me out that you look so much like me- it’s like I took the dolorean back in time.
*You are one of a kind even though you came in a pair!
*You like to grab and reach for anything we have in our hands. You are always full of wonder, and quite the risk taker
I want that!

I want that!

 *You roll over from your stomach to your back and vice versa- and are pretty mobile.
*You have started showing signs of reaching for us when you want us to pick you up.
*You have a huge bald spot on the back of your head that makes me laugh. I wonder when your hair will grow in that spot:
Yeah, I'm bald- got a problem?

Yeah, I'm bald- got a problem?

*You are more of our serious baby- and only smile to certain people in certain circumstances

I am not amused
I am not amused
OK, Maybe just a little
OK, Maybe just a little

*Stats as of 6/10/2008

Weight: 19 pounds
Height 26.5 inches
Girls,
I look forward to see you both when I come home from work each day. You make me light up, you give me a purpose.
Do I feel like a mother yet? Maybe a little- still not too much. I know that I love you and will try and do my best for you both. I will try to make us a happy family with respect all around.
Love,
Me

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The other night I had a dream. I don’t call it dreams when my grandmother comes to visit me since I know it’s actually her.

My grandmother visits me often when I sleep. She never actually speaks to me, she is just there with her trademark radiance. Just writing about her makes me tear up… she was one in a million. I had never lost someone I cared so deeply about until she died last June.

Now usually she is there by herself. When I first started dreaming her, I always dreamt about her in her home- which was her mecca. She loved her home so much. I knew this meant that she hadn’t passed on yet- she was still in her home and I was dreaming her there. I know this sounds wacky, but like Ive mentioned before I have always had some strange sixth sense which I try to tune out.

But when I visited my grandparents home in June, I didn’t feel her there. She had passed on. This makes me happy because I know that she is in a better place.

Getting back to the other night, I dreamt her- but she brought someone else. My other grandmother!

I never met my father’s mother since she died a year before I was born. I only know her through pictures and not stories as my father hardly ever mentions her.

So in the dream it was my grandmother who brought my other grandmother with her. It was as if she introduced me to her. It was so nice!

It really made me emotional when I woke up. Call me crazy or anything else you want- but this did happen.

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Just to put things in perspective

Neve next to her preemie onesie:


What a difference 7 months can make….

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Work:

I have yet to post about my new position and everything else going on in my work life.

So after my boss was let go they didn’t know what to do with me. I was her executive assistant and therefore if there is no executive- where does that leave me?
HR kept me on hand and said they were “working on things”.

What was being worked on was:

The new EVP (who was the SVP) wanted to get rid of his assistant. They always had problems and she would constantly complain about him to everyone. There was a total lack of communication, and she took on way more than she needed to be doing. This led to her ultimate downfall.

They were looking to let her go, and they did. I was not here that day, and I wasn’t even sure if they were going to do it. But they did, and they offered me the position. I felt horrible. I liked her and she was older than me- older than my mother! She had been with the company for 15 years!

But if I didn’t take the job, someone else would have and I have two mouths to feed! What could I do?

The job that I *really really* want is only going to become available sometime in 2009, so until then I will be here.

My manager is a good guy, and I’m pretty confident around him. He has complete faith in me which is a great thing (he had none in his former assistant). I always felt nervous around my old boss. She was a powerful woman, and I think women judge other women more harshly.

I don’t want to be an assistant for the rest of my life. This is not my end all be all. I hate myself for being 27 and not have risen to a higher level at work, but my life took different turns. I know I am where I am supposed to be.

I confided in my old boss (spoke to her last week) about the way I feel and she implored me to take the new position when it is offered. She said I will learn a lot and that any company will take me in a heartbeat once I have worked there. Although it will be another assistant position, it is in the field that I am dying to get into and you actually learn a thing or two in the position. There is somewhere to grow. So I am feeling confident- especially since the woman who I would be working for really likes me and pretty much promised me the job once it becomes available. So we’ll see. Too early to get my hopes up.

Life:
On a different note, I started Jen*ny Crai*g on Monday. A co-worker of mine gave birth to her son a month before my girls were born and she has lost a TON of weight on it. She is even thinner now than she was prior to pregnancy!
So when another co-worker said that she was starting, it inspired me. I got my tush to the center and now I am successfully on Day 4. I have no problem with self control- I hardly eat (which is my problem). It’s losing these last 30 pounds that’s killing me! I am not comfortable in my own skin. I miss my old wardrobe, and my old self-confidence. I am hoping that this will push start my weight loss.

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8 months old

My friend Jackie was visiting New York (she’s living in LA) in either Jan/ or Feb of this year. She came by to see the girls on her trip. She took pictures.

Look at how small they were!!!!!!

I was so tired here- look at Neve she looks high:


Because I got high….
Soleil “Why I outta”….

Neve: “Mom, is this cupcake on my shirt edible”?

My girls were 8 months old yesterday. How did that happen people? How!?

I know I’m going to miss these days, but right now I cant wait for them to get a bit older to do things by themselves. It’s tiring!

We celebrated yesterday by taking them to the zoo:

Soleil: “No daddy, the map indicates the elephants are that way…”

Seriously this flamingo was coming to attack us:
I was trying not to smile but not to frown.. so of course I look crazy:

Mommy & Soleil:
Mommy & Neve How unfair is it that the male peacocks are the ones with the beautiful feathers. Look at how cocky he is!:

Sup?
Nevey-O:

These two guys had puppets. I told them to try and scare the girls:

Soleil trying to grab: Neve seems disturbed:

Soleil driving us home:All in all it was a nice day. Long but nice.

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Very Telling. Got this from Stacie.

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