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Nov 20, 2009
Lipstick Mayhem
I love my little Adin but sometimes, I’d like to strap him in a car seat for the day so he can’t get into anything. What a morning. An easy morning. Fed the kids breakfast, was going to start the bills, set my purse on the floor, then realized I should clean up the dishes from breakfast. I then sat down in front of the computer to pay some bills and maybe do a little shopping.
I hear some giggling by Alyssa behind me so I turned to see what she was laughing at, and there he was. My eyes of innocence, Adin, with lipstick all over his face. I of course laughed a little till I stood up and noticed random squiggles all over our carpet, and glass coffee table. Alright, easy to get out, no biggie. I then noticed streaks of red on our television and the best part, an attempt to draw a smiley face on my fairly new micro fiber rocking chair and ottoman. What a great morning.
So here was the challenge. What can get lipstick off of glass, carpet, micro fiber, and baby skin without irritation or a bad reaction. First had to get it off of Adin mostly cause it had plumper stuff in it so I was thinking Ooh…that’s gotta tingle. After 20 wet wipes, makeup remover, and a short bath, he only had a hint of pink left on him.
Now for the challenge. Carpet, a carpet cleaner does NOT get everything out. Hours of wash, rinse, repeat and no results. Then a friend from facebook advised Goo Gone. BINGO! Sprayed the spots, let it set, used the carpet cleaner. Again, hint of pink but still better results.
Table and Television, lots of elbow grease and determination eventually got the oil based stain out. This was probably the easiest to clean.
Sadly, now, my poor chair. The chair that I would rock my boy to sleep at night in. The chair that was given to me as a Christmas present from my husband to rock our future babies in. I look down upon it focusing on the sad looking squiggly smiley face that was drawn with love and laughter. I glance over at my son and he looks up at me with arms raised “YAY!” coming from him mouth. He often does this when he thinks he has done good (we’re in the potty training phase). Weapon of choice for the stain stricken spot…googone! What a fantastic little formula. Faded the face without a problem…except, now I have a huge grease looking spot where the face once lied.
SO, the question is…how to you clean a product that was used to clean? Am I selfish to want so much to get rid of this grease spot though it cleaned my first worry, the lipstick face?
I hear some giggling by Alyssa behind me so I turned to see what she was laughing at, and there he was. My eyes of innocence, Adin, with lipstick all over his face. I of course laughed a little till I stood up and noticed random squiggles all over our carpet, and glass coffee table. Alright, easy to get out, no biggie. I then noticed streaks of red on our television and the best part, an attempt to draw a smiley face on my fairly new micro fiber rocking chair and ottoman. What a great morning.
So here was the challenge. What can get lipstick off of glass, carpet, micro fiber, and baby skin without irritation or a bad reaction. First had to get it off of Adin mostly cause it had plumper stuff in it so I was thinking Ooh…that’s gotta tingle. After 20 wet wipes, makeup remover, and a short bath, he only had a hint of pink left on him.
Now for the challenge. Carpet, a carpet cleaner does NOT get everything out. Hours of wash, rinse, repeat and no results. Then a friend from facebook advised Goo Gone. BINGO! Sprayed the spots, let it set, used the carpet cleaner. Again, hint of pink but still better results.
Table and Television, lots of elbow grease and determination eventually got the oil based stain out. This was probably the easiest to clean.
Sadly, now, my poor chair. The chair that I would rock my boy to sleep at night in. The chair that was given to me as a Christmas present from my husband to rock our future babies in. I look down upon it focusing on the sad looking squiggly smiley face that was drawn with love and laughter. I glance over at my son and he looks up at me with arms raised “YAY!” coming from him mouth. He often does this when he thinks he has done good (we’re in the potty training phase). Weapon of choice for the stain stricken spot…googone! What a fantastic little formula. Faded the face without a problem…except, now I have a huge grease looking spot where the face once lied.
SO, the question is…how to you clean a product that was used to clean? Am I selfish to want so much to get rid of this grease spot though it cleaned my first worry, the lipstick face?
Nov 19, 2009
Just a game?
So my oldest just came back from his part-time dad’s just this last weekend. This was also the week that “Call of Duty 2” game just came out. Very adult content. Very violent. Very inappropriate for a 7 year old to be playing or watching.
I come home (Wednesday) and my husband says “we need to have a talk with Ethan’s dad.” I’m thinking, great, what did Ethan do now? My husband bought this game as well and would play during the times that the babies are napping and Ethan was doing his home schooling upstairs. My husband hears footsteps coming down stairs and pauses the game. Ethan looks up at the screen and says, “Oh cool! Is this Call of Duty?” My husband at him with shock that he even knew what this game was just by the pause screen.
This brings to mind, where is the adult content filter on this man? What is his rationality of letting a 7 year old watch a first shooter game that lacks morals and ethics? Don’t get me wrong, I love playing games myself. I met my husband on a online MMORP game. I feel as if there were many boundaries crossed and that is repeatedly being crossed every year. Not only does he let him watch adult content games and movies (brought him to Spider-Man III at 3 y.o.), but why can’t he be playing these games when he doesn’t have my son? He sees this child maybe two weekends a month and instead of spending quality time with him, he’s playing his adult games and having my son watch so he can “learn” to play like him.
When does a parent become apparent?
I come home (Wednesday) and my husband says “we need to have a talk with Ethan’s dad.” I’m thinking, great, what did Ethan do now? My husband bought this game as well and would play during the times that the babies are napping and Ethan was doing his home schooling upstairs. My husband hears footsteps coming down stairs and pauses the game. Ethan looks up at the screen and says, “Oh cool! Is this Call of Duty?” My husband at him with shock that he even knew what this game was just by the pause screen.
This brings to mind, where is the adult content filter on this man? What is his rationality of letting a 7 year old watch a first shooter game that lacks morals and ethics? Don’t get me wrong, I love playing games myself. I met my husband on a online MMORP game. I feel as if there were many boundaries crossed and that is repeatedly being crossed every year. Not only does he let him watch adult content games and movies (brought him to Spider-Man III at 3 y.o.), but why can’t he be playing these games when he doesn’t have my son? He sees this child maybe two weekends a month and instead of spending quality time with him, he’s playing his adult games and having my son watch so he can “learn” to play like him.
When does a parent become apparent?
Nov 18, 2009
Knowing when to bite your tongue...
Knowing when to bite your tongue...
After going through this ordeal I wanted to get peoples inputs about when it's appropriate to bite your tongue and not "fuel the fire" and when it's right to stand up for ones self when ones character is being slandered in front of their face.
I'm going to make a long story short but keeping the imperative details in so hopefully you can guide me on if what my choice was (which was to bite my tongue and take the insults) the right thing to do...in really which case I know I did. BUT more interesting is what would YOU have done?
Okay so, my now husband, then boyfriend, and I attend an out of state union between two of his friends. This location was awesome and beautiful...only down part is, there was no way to get a hold of anyone via cell phone or e-mail...nature at it's best. Though there were many bumps in the road the end results were still the same. These two best friends got married and so starts their life together as one.
The day of departure from Cali was horrible. After a long night of celebration we went back to our lodge and woke up the next morning trying to figure out who was going where and what time and when people's flights left and so on... (Trying to make this "to the point" so bear with me) We called the house of where the whole wedding party was at to make sure we were going stay with them till flights left or if we should leave with the other people who were leaving at 8:30 am (at this point we were already awake and packed and ready to leave anyway). Basically...the call ended with "don't worry about it. Yeah we'll come pick you up. It's not a big deal. We won't strand you." AFTER stating (not word for word) that we could catch a ride with the people who were already leaving and meet up with the rest later somehow. (And yes this was said cause I said it). But was told it wasn't going to be a problem being picked up.
Well here comes 10:00 rolling in (after the first party had already left for town (4 + hour drive) and then we get a call pretty much telling us to try and find another ride cause we were way out of the way and would hold back the rest of the group if they were to come pick us up. WELL, we couldn't get a hold of the first party (cell phones didn't have reception), we called for a taxi but they didn't come out to where we were located at...there were no bus lines that was out our way (we're in the mountains) and I even asked people who were staying at the resort place if we could get a ride to town and well...not only was that humiliating but they said no. After getting in contact with the rest of the group and telling them "we still need a ride" all hell broke loose.
So now you got the gist of it...the ending didn't come out so well. We were accused of "ruining everyone's vacation", we were "selfish", we had people "going out of their way for us to be "chaffered" around", we were "holding people back from enjoying their vacation."
After being yelled at and being told we're selfish and rude and so on and so forth all I wanted to say was "talk to the fucker who said they'd pick us up. Who told us that it wasn't an issue and wasn't a problem. Instead he said "I wasn't awake and didn't know what they were asking." Instead of being a man and owning up to his mistake or verifying with the rest of the group that it wasn't an issue to come pick us up (we were 45 min away from the rest of the group only cause there wasn't "room" for us where they were staying at) He cowered in the corner and basically all the blame was put on us. I was furious but this weekend wasn't about me or my bf but the two couple so we bit our tongues and took the insults and the yelling and character bashing.
In a way I feel like we had grounds to defend ourselves but then we didn't want to fuel the fire and considering we already "ruined" everyone's time (apparently not our own...like we didn't want to trail off and go see the beach and actually spend the last day of vacation together and wanted to leave early and explore what was around us but though the "itinerary" consisted of hanging out together and lunch/dinner together and where we THOUGHT if we went and did our own thing it'd be rude if plans were already made for us. BUT once again we were wrong and got kicked in the ass for it.
SO did we do the right thing? I question cause for me ...my views on some of these people totally changed unfortunately. Instead of taking some credit to oneself and realized nothing was planned and things were chaotic and when things were stated "yeah we'll have to talk about the plans later" and yet nothing was ever discussed EVEN WHEN it was brought up all the blame went to mainly just one person.
No one can ever or will ever take 100% of the blame...it's easier to distribute it.
I take the blame for not having a backup plan, for assuming things will go as planned, for not having our own rental car, for wanting to spend time with friends and enjoying a celebrated day and for counting on others that things will go smoothly. I take 100% of the blame for that.
After going through this ordeal I wanted to get peoples inputs about when it's appropriate to bite your tongue and not "fuel the fire" and when it's right to stand up for ones self when ones character is being slandered in front of their face.
I'm going to make a long story short but keeping the imperative details in so hopefully you can guide me on if what my choice was (which was to bite my tongue and take the insults) the right thing to do...in really which case I know I did. BUT more interesting is what would YOU have done?
Okay so, my now husband, then boyfriend, and I attend an out of state union between two of his friends. This location was awesome and beautiful...only down part is, there was no way to get a hold of anyone via cell phone or e-mail...nature at it's best. Though there were many bumps in the road the end results were still the same. These two best friends got married and so starts their life together as one.
The day of departure from Cali was horrible. After a long night of celebration we went back to our lodge and woke up the next morning trying to figure out who was going where and what time and when people's flights left and so on... (Trying to make this "to the point" so bear with me) We called the house of where the whole wedding party was at to make sure we were going stay with them till flights left or if we should leave with the other people who were leaving at 8:30 am (at this point we were already awake and packed and ready to leave anyway). Basically...the call ended with "don't worry about it. Yeah we'll come pick you up. It's not a big deal. We won't strand you." AFTER stating (not word for word) that we could catch a ride with the people who were already leaving and meet up with the rest later somehow. (And yes this was said cause I said it). But was told it wasn't going to be a problem being picked up.
Well here comes 10:00 rolling in (after the first party had already left for town (4 + hour drive) and then we get a call pretty much telling us to try and find another ride cause we were way out of the way and would hold back the rest of the group if they were to come pick us up. WELL, we couldn't get a hold of the first party (cell phones didn't have reception), we called for a taxi but they didn't come out to where we were located at...there were no bus lines that was out our way (we're in the mountains) and I even asked people who were staying at the resort place if we could get a ride to town and well...not only was that humiliating but they said no. After getting in contact with the rest of the group and telling them "we still need a ride" all hell broke loose.
So now you got the gist of it...the ending didn't come out so well. We were accused of "ruining everyone's vacation", we were "selfish", we had people "going out of their way for us to be "chaffered" around", we were "holding people back from enjoying their vacation."
After being yelled at and being told we're selfish and rude and so on and so forth all I wanted to say was "talk to the fucker who said they'd pick us up. Who told us that it wasn't an issue and wasn't a problem. Instead he said "I wasn't awake and didn't know what they were asking." Instead of being a man and owning up to his mistake or verifying with the rest of the group that it wasn't an issue to come pick us up (we were 45 min away from the rest of the group only cause there wasn't "room" for us where they were staying at) He cowered in the corner and basically all the blame was put on us. I was furious but this weekend wasn't about me or my bf but the two couple so we bit our tongues and took the insults and the yelling and character bashing.
In a way I feel like we had grounds to defend ourselves but then we didn't want to fuel the fire and considering we already "ruined" everyone's time (apparently not our own...like we didn't want to trail off and go see the beach and actually spend the last day of vacation together and wanted to leave early and explore what was around us but though the "itinerary" consisted of hanging out together and lunch/dinner together and where we THOUGHT if we went and did our own thing it'd be rude if plans were already made for us. BUT once again we were wrong and got kicked in the ass for it.
SO did we do the right thing? I question cause for me ...my views on some of these people totally changed unfortunately. Instead of taking some credit to oneself and realized nothing was planned and things were chaotic and when things were stated "yeah we'll have to talk about the plans later" and yet nothing was ever discussed EVEN WHEN it was brought up all the blame went to mainly just one person.
No one can ever or will ever take 100% of the blame...it's easier to distribute it.
I take the blame for not having a backup plan, for assuming things will go as planned, for not having our own rental car, for wanting to spend time with friends and enjoying a celebrated day and for counting on others that things will go smoothly. I take 100% of the blame for that.
Simplicity or drama?
Simplicity or Drama?
Simplicity or Drama (aka Action).
Yeah so people tend to make fun of me cause I lead such a simple life. I say…"What's wrong with that." I love the simplicity of my life. I mean really who wants drama? Well, what was explained to me is that a little drama isn't so bad. It keeps your life interesting…right? And I'm not talking about drama like…oh my baby's daddy is a meth head and yadda yadda fliggady floog. Ya know what I'm saying? Yeah so I'm explaining that I've reached the point in my life where "action" is so exhausting and really there's no point in putting yourself in a situation that is or will cause chaos. The mental workings of some people just perplex me.
Don't get me wrong here. I do have stupid petty drama in my life. Just the little things like I do have a baby's daddy who drives me nuts at times, some women who think I'm trying to take their men…(1. a good man is not a possession and 2. If women keep on acting jealous (i.e. not trusting) then you'll drive the man away…I'm the least of your worries), and work…man work is drama in itself. But, why let those little things get to you cause they are just one page of your 500th chapter of your autobiography.
For some people you think that drama finds you. I think that drama finds you cause you react to it. If people come to you for you to figure out their problems…why put yourself in that position. They aren't your kid. They're big enough to deal with their own situations and if they aren't …well…there's always counseling. Therapists are the paid doctors of the mind. Ha…I'm not a big believe of them but hey…whatever. People need to make a living. You know that saying…if you can't make it as a customer service rep…become a therapist. Ha…neither have I. I'm totally kidding. I use to study psychology. I didn't get it.
Anyway, the point to all this, well, there is no point. Just haven't entered a blog forever and a day now so I figured I'd finally write something from "Asia’s thoughts”
Simplicity or Drama (aka Action).
Yeah so people tend to make fun of me cause I lead such a simple life. I say…"What's wrong with that." I love the simplicity of my life. I mean really who wants drama? Well, what was explained to me is that a little drama isn't so bad. It keeps your life interesting…right? And I'm not talking about drama like…oh my baby's daddy is a meth head and yadda yadda fliggady floog. Ya know what I'm saying? Yeah so I'm explaining that I've reached the point in my life where "action" is so exhausting and really there's no point in putting yourself in a situation that is or will cause chaos. The mental workings of some people just perplex me.
Don't get me wrong here. I do have stupid petty drama in my life. Just the little things like I do have a baby's daddy who drives me nuts at times, some women who think I'm trying to take their men…(1. a good man is not a possession and 2. If women keep on acting jealous (i.e. not trusting) then you'll drive the man away…I'm the least of your worries), and work…man work is drama in itself. But, why let those little things get to you cause they are just one page of your 500th chapter of your autobiography.
For some people you think that drama finds you. I think that drama finds you cause you react to it. If people come to you for you to figure out their problems…why put yourself in that position. They aren't your kid. They're big enough to deal with their own situations and if they aren't …well…there's always counseling. Therapists are the paid doctors of the mind. Ha…I'm not a big believe of them but hey…whatever. People need to make a living. You know that saying…if you can't make it as a customer service rep…become a therapist. Ha…neither have I. I'm totally kidding. I use to study psychology. I didn't get it.
Anyway, the point to all this, well, there is no point. Just haven't entered a blog forever and a day now so I figured I'd finally write something from "Asia’s thoughts”
Hooch or not a hooch...
Hooch or not a Hooch....
The other day I went out with two of my best friends (both men) to some clubs up in St. Cloud. Let me tell ya...St. Cloud clubs aren't anything like Twin Cities clubs. I went out in my leather mini skirt and a beaded low cut open back top. Let's just say I did not fit in. Most girls were in blue jeans and conservative top. Anyway, to the point. At the last club my friends and I were on stage dancing and we were reenacting the dance scene like in "Night at the Rox...something" (it's been a while since I seen it). Where the two men are on each side of the girl and kinda just bumping her around. It was all in good fun and then out of nowhere this chick is like "you should have more respect for yourself. You're such a hooch.” I was thinking to myself..."Wow!" total rudeness. Does she even know that I wear a business suit 5 days out of the week? That all week long I have to talk to corporate big wigs, snobby models, temperamental clients, and horny men and all I can do is grin and bear it? Does she even want to know that I am very close with my family and friends and that I only go out pretty much maybe twice a month by choice? When I go out I go out looking sexy and "tempting." I don't go home with random guys and I don't call guys if I get their numbers just cause I don't believe that you can meet a decent man in the bar scene. I have yet to be proven wrong. Does that make me a hooch? Does the way any woman dresses make them a hooch? Or is it the attitude? Or their over sexed life? Either way you'll never know unless you really get to know the person. Judgmental individuals should look at themselves before they feel like they have the right to judge others just based on how they are dressed.
The other day I went out with two of my best friends (both men) to some clubs up in St. Cloud. Let me tell ya...St. Cloud clubs aren't anything like Twin Cities clubs. I went out in my leather mini skirt and a beaded low cut open back top. Let's just say I did not fit in. Most girls were in blue jeans and conservative top. Anyway, to the point. At the last club my friends and I were on stage dancing and we were reenacting the dance scene like in "Night at the Rox...something" (it's been a while since I seen it). Where the two men are on each side of the girl and kinda just bumping her around. It was all in good fun and then out of nowhere this chick is like "you should have more respect for yourself. You're such a hooch.” I was thinking to myself..."Wow!" total rudeness. Does she even know that I wear a business suit 5 days out of the week? That all week long I have to talk to corporate big wigs, snobby models, temperamental clients, and horny men and all I can do is grin and bear it? Does she even want to know that I am very close with my family and friends and that I only go out pretty much maybe twice a month by choice? When I go out I go out looking sexy and "tempting." I don't go home with random guys and I don't call guys if I get their numbers just cause I don't believe that you can meet a decent man in the bar scene. I have yet to be proven wrong. Does that make me a hooch? Does the way any woman dresses make them a hooch? Or is it the attitude? Or their over sexed life? Either way you'll never know unless you really get to know the person. Judgmental individuals should look at themselves before they feel like they have the right to judge others just based on how they are dressed.
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