Random stuff

** Today my husband comes home from Hawaii complete with seashells, tshirts and a ukulele. (I’m not sure what we need a ukulele for, but whatevah.) I apologized for being a bad wife. I really do feel guilty for being so bio-tchy, but… I was more frustrated with myself for not being able to STOP being bio-tchy, which made it worse. Whatever.
And Omar- I would LOVE to hear it from a male’s perspective. Because from a chick’s perspective if a rich friend asked me to go to Hawaii on a whim I would have: 1) Stressed about it and felt horribly guilty 2) Found sitters for the kids 3) Prepared meals for while I was gone 4) Paid all the bills that were due that week 5) Found back up sitters 6) Called every couple of hours and finally, 7) Brought back rad gifts.
This is what Sei had to do 1) Say “Sure rich friend, I would love to go to Hawaii with you.” 2) Pack 1 bag that he left in the driveway. 3) 3?? Yeah, right. Like there’s a 3.
Seems a little unfair.

** I am finally getting a new cell phone. I’ve had a cheapy phone from Walmart for about a year since my other cheapy phone got water damage somehow. I am getting a cool one that plays music and has a camera!! Years ago Sei was going to give me a phone for Christmas with a camera and mp3 player. The camera even has it’s own little light incase there isn’t enough indoor or outdoor lighting. I told him not to- I didn’t get why I would need a camera, etc… Then I started blogging and I understand the NEED for a camera!! So, today it should arrive in the mail and I can be a cool bloggah!

** Speaking of cell phones, Tristan asked for a camera phone for Christmas. I told him if he has straight As thru Christmas that yes- I would get him one. BUT since he will prove to me he CAN make straight As I’ll be expecting awesome grades all year. He has been a new kid. He does his homework without me BEGGING and BEATING him. He’s doing awesome- straight As so far. It’s only been like 5 weeks, but still… He wasn’t a “bad” student before at all (As and Bs) but he was LAZY and did as little as possible. Sounds sooooo much like me.

** I’ve been reading a lot of “Cop Wives” support sites online. Ok, apparently the divorce rates among law enforcement officers is really, really HIGH. It’s like the LEO are man-hos!! They cheat right and left. I guess I already knew that since there was a big thing in Utah Co. where Sei was a deputy where one of the property clerks was giving out, um… “favors”, to SEVERAL of the deputies- many of them married. When Sei told me he was so grossed out. I have a pic of her, but that would probably be bad for me to post. Let’s just say… she’s already posted on this blog somewhere years ago… There was also another married deputy getting really, really close to another female deputy and he would be in the gunlocker closet with her and stuff. Sei called him out and told him it was inappropriate and making everyone uncomfortable, etc… I was proud of him for doing that. He told the guy that he knows it would break MY heart if he was behaving like that deputy was. True dat. I’d be waiting for him in the gunlocker closet myself- with a baseball bat.

** Livie is 2 years 8 months old and sooooooo not wanting to potty train. She knows when she’s pooping but she hides. I tried to sit her on the toilet once when I knew she was about to poop and she screamed bloody murder, stiffened her legs all weird and WOULD NOT sit. Then when I put her diaper back on her she pooped. I’ve never had one rebel against me. In fact, Taj basically trained himself. Any ideas?

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Posted by Tori on Friday, September 26, 2008 at 1:01 pm
Filed under Our Crazy Life · Tagged with bad wife, cop's wife, hawaii, mom, teenagers

Conversations with myself

I’m not new to nite shifts. Sei used to work 7 nite shifts every month when he was a deputy in Utah. So, for 5 1/2 yrs I spent at least 1 week alone at nite. Alone = no husband, lots of sleeping kids. In fact, when the Olympics were in SLC he worked 28 straight nite shifts. That sucked. He was also in Texas for 2 weeks before we moved down, so I’ve done the nite shift thing. But it never fails- I have strange conversations with myself in my head. I know I may sound paranoid and freaked out, but really only 1 side of me is. The other side is practical and just wants to go to sleep.

Me: What if someone breaks in?
Me: Why would someone break in?
Me: Because Sei’s not here.
Me: Sei’s worked nites before. Why would someone break in tonite? No one knows he’s not here.
Me: There’s only 1 car in the driveway.
Me: The other car could be in the garage.
Me: That’s true. I didn’t think of that.

Me: Yes I did.

Me: What if someone breaks in?
Me: The alarm is on. ADT would call the cops.
Me: Does the alarm work if someone breaks thru a window.
Me: …?
Me: Well???
Me: I’m not sure. I’ll have to check. But I’m pretty sure I’d hear a window break and then if the alarm didn’t go off I could set it off with my keychain. And I can dial 9-1-1 on my cell phone with it still hidden under my pillow. I got mad sightless dialing skillz.
Me: Good thinking.

Me: What was that??
Me: Livie dropped a book out of her crib right above us me.
Me: Why does she sleep with so many books?
Me: I don’t know.

Me: I don’t wanna turn off the tv.
Me: If I don’t turn it off I won’t go to sleep.
Me: It’s too quiet with the tv off.
Me: I’ll turn on the fan. It makes noise.
Me: Good thinking. Oh, but wait- will I be able to hear the window if someone breaks in?
Me: Ugh. I am so tired. I should have taken that sleeping pill. Please shoot me.
Me: DON’T SAY THAT!!