Joon bi: September 2008

Today is one of those days that I wish I could have skipped over..you know, just jumped right over Monday into Tuesday.
For one, I don't work on Tuesdays (at least not for pay) and I don't have to shave my legs or do my hair to drop my kids off at school. Heck, I don't even have to change out of my pijamas to drive them to school (I might not be saying that if I actually had to get out of the car....). I do have my preschooler at home, but he's pretty forgiving of my mistakes. He doesn't care if both of us stay in our pijamas and in fact he encourages this habit. He does, however, blame me for "losing" when playing Indiana Jones Lego on the Wii, even if I'm not in the same room. Funny how my ineptitude seems to transcend walls!
Yes, today is a day I have failed.
It began with me pressing Ctrl/Alt/Del after my computer screen froze at work....function which is detrimental when performed on a Unix platform/Server. I brought down the entire Pharmaceutical software.......it took a remote, highly skilled technician at least a half hour to fix my, um mistake. My boss, the pharmacist, was not thrilled and neither were the many customers whose prescription orders were backed up.
Now Murphy's Law would have it that we would get the most unusual requests by our customers and the most unusual customers (not by request). One very confused gentleman really thought that we could and should fool the prescription healthcare program by overriding it so he could get whatever he needed, free of charge! Another bemused customer informed me she was going to place her liquid antibiotic on her face and not ingest it as directed (I am not kidding) because that is what she had done previously. I could go on, but I wont.
Later, I stopped by X store to pick up a small list of items I had run out of, only to forget the most important one.
Once home, I am not surprised to find socks, shoes, backpacks and books in the living room,dirty dishes stacked up in the sink, a brimming, smelly laundry basket, an 8 year old not quite ready for her taekwondo class (only 15 min. 'til class time), a 4 year old glued to the computer screen, a 9 year old wining about not wanting to do her writing assignment, bills to pay, and a quarter inch layer of dust on the hall bathroom floor (my husband did some handywork over the weekend in there).
I tackled a few things: I guided my "lost" 9 year old through her homework chores, did a load of laundry, put away another one, cleaned the bathroom floor, did the dishes, answered a few phone calls, coerced the 9 year old into her taekwondo uniform and unglued the 4 year old from his computer game to make it to the next "after school activity".
My husband had already left with the 8 year old...we were to meet at the Dojo and I was to stay for my adult class after the girls classes were over and he was to bring all three little ones back home. However, in my already frazzled mind, I could not concieve how I was going to get home after class and I decided to skip it. Crazy huh? It's like 1+1 = 1/2 (1/2 brain, that is)
So I get to the studio, all the while on my phone (bluetoothed of course!) with my brother who is currently deployed in Colombia, of all places, and my girls do class. My husband is trying to get an answer from me as to why I am not in uniform and I'm trying to inform my brother through an 8 second delay, that it's not him I'm talking to......
Now I actually sit down and wait for my girls to finish their class, then both my husband and I drive home in two cars (what a waste of gas that was!) to tackle dinner, homework (yeah, it's not all done yet!) and bathtime.
Just as I am balancing my checkbook (that's a misnomer if there ever was one because my credits and debits never really balance), my lovely 17 3/4 year old daughter asks me what kind of a day I've had......
......"I've had a rotten day." I say.
"Well, I'm gonna make it worse" she says. "You know how I had told you I was taking all day off tomorrow to spend it with ________(left blank to protect the parents of the not so innocent)?"
"Well, we decided we were going to go get a tongue piercing...."

Stunned silence.

I wont go over the spiel (not sure how to spell that one) I gave her, and I don't know if I changed her mind, but I do know that my blood pressure is officially in a new "less safe" category as of now. I can only hope and pray a whole lot that she doesn't do something SOOO very stupid and that she will most likely regret when she grows up.
One thing is for sure; she's not my baby anymore and I can't make decisions for her, but I can be very, very disappointed. And I am.
I am heartbroken.
...is it Tuesday yet?

My husband Fernando and I had the opportunity to attend our annual Ward Luau on Sat. 6th in the evening and enjoyed the company of about 140+ guests at an amazing dinner feast and Polynesian dance show, complete with a whole pig (sorry to those Kosher!) that had been cooking underground for a whole day! We also attended last year's event but enjoyed this year's even more.

A family from our ward has hosted the Luau at their home for most of the 26 years it has been put on and guests pitch in by helping set-up tables, chairs, the stage for the dancers, lighting, sound, and bringing side dishes and dessert.

After everyone serves themselves and eats buffet style, the music begins and we are treated to an amazing show of Pacific Islander singing, dancing and festivity. The talent is truly amazing!

We loved sitting and talking with some of our friends from church while we enjoyed the show.

Some of the highlights included the Slap Dance which my friend Vicky thought her husband should display for her.....he later confirmed to me that he did not, however. The fire dance was quite a hit too!

Guests are always invited to try out the moves: the girls get to move those hips and the guys get to shake those knees. I really enjoyed watching others this time around.....Last year I was unfortunately picked to go onstage with a young, cute, skirted dancer....it was very embarrassing.

All in all, it was a refreshing evening out and Fern and I went home with full tummies and a great desire to visit the Islands.....