Running Commentary

This Would TOTALLY Only Happen to me February 28 2006

So…I used my phone this morning…had a nice but short conversation with one of my sisters. We hung up and I didn’t use the phone again until I realized that Chris hadn’t called to let me know how the meeting with the bookkeeper went (I am officially throwing in the towel on that one). sooo I picked up the phone and it was…yup you guessed it….dead. DEAD dead.
So hours later I call the phone company from the restaurant and find out that they have temporarily disconnected us due to non-payment. Ever. They claim that we have NEVER EVER EVER paid a cent to that account. Ever. Since AUGUST when we connected it.
HELLO! It’s FEBRUARY and you are JUST disconnecting me now? What the hell? Who runs the credit department? A pothead? “You know dude…we should REALLY send a notice to these deadbeats that are totally not paying their bills” “You’re right dude we should….lets do it tomorrow….I’m going to get more cookies”

So after recovering from the news that I HAVE NOT PAID ONE CENT TO THE PHONE COMPANY 7 MONTHS, I calmly tell her that I HAVE indeed paid them money. I believe we are late with this last bill but we are PAYING THEM.
Nope we haven’t received any payments on the number ever…how did you make these payments.
Online…from my bank account.
Ok…you need to find those payments with the reference number AND the account number it went to so we can verify it.
Um,…ok
And then fax it to us….and we will see what we can do about it.
um…ok

AND WE ACTUALLY FOUND ONE! That we had printed out! And when I looked at the account number i have NO IDEA where it came from…it’s like i made it up.
Who knows whos bill I’ve been paying!

See? THIS is why I cannot be the book keeper..I am CLEARLY a moron.

Also..I saw Gollum in the mall the other day and it was A GIRL! I WISH I had had my camera or camera phone at least with me. She was SOOO odd looking I was surprised when she wasn’t gnawing on a flopping fish.
I gotta start carrying my camera around with me.

Let’s Get Retarded February 22 2006

I find myself looking at job postings for the area we just moved from. I miss it there. I TRULY do. I didn’t think I would miss it but I do! It could be the endless winter there…it could be the HUGE snowbanks and the LACK OF RUNNING but I do miss it.

The restaurant is slow but everyone tells us it is the time of year and that things will pick up. I HATE DETEST LOATHE one employee and I may have screamed at her the other day but SHE KEEPS COMING BACK.
I could really live without the whole restaurant thing anyway. I mean really, this is Chris’s thing. His life long dream. NOT MINE…which is fine..because mine involves half naked men…coconuts filled with liquor and a white sand beach and you don;t make a lot of money on that…well, not legally anyway.
However, I would be happy just going back to how it used to be. Hell I would be happy to rewind about a year and give my head a good strong shake when I agreed to sell our house and move up here. But here we are. Noah is registered for school in sept, Brendan is in curling and we own a fucking restaurant. BLARG!

I was all set for a run today…then I realized my running stuff was in the truck at the restaurant. So I donned my jeans and (old) running shoes…and my MP3 player. It was pathetic..I half jogged the entire way because my mp3 player has my running list on it..and then I got myself all depressed about not running and having no one to run with here…and needing a bear bell for the spring to run ALONE with. And how there isn’t 65 feet of SNOW AT MY OLD HOUSE! And it turns out I have PMS which ALWAYS makes me feel sorry for myself…and also fat.

Oh…here is my marital advice for the week…if after say 12 or 13 years of marriage like activity you find your relationship lacking and you begin to think you partner is retarded…DO NOT…I repeat, do not move across the province and go into business with him. Don’t do it. You may find yourself CONVINCED he’s retarded and yelling things like “oh my god you are a moron” at him over the donut cooker (oh yes…we have homemade doughnuts ladies…come on down).

Nah…things aren’t that ugly (yet). I do miss it down there though. Oddly I had so much more time to myself down there. And Chris and I aren’t really ready to kill each other…and I doubt (sort of ) that he really is retarded….

Diagnosis February 21 2006

My older sister had a baby about 2.5 years ago.
She has thought there was something ‘not right’ with this guy for at least 18 months (off and on cause who really wants to believe theres something wrong with your child). Feffie and I had suspected something was up for quite a while but pretty much kept it to ourselves.
Our sistah went to see her family Doc about year ago and mentioned that she thought 10 tantrums a day, some lasting an hour wasn’t normal. The fact that she can’t wear a different hat on her head without him freaking right the fuck out is not normal. She cannot open the curtains in a room he already in. It totally freaks him out. The woman told her (A DOCTOR PEOPLE) that she needs to set better LIMITS for the child and then when sistah complained she was nearing the end of her rope with this child (no one else can care for him…ever) she prescribed her with anti-depressants.
Fast forward to today. Sistah is at her wits end. She cannot get this kids diaper changed on most days. He cannot play with Noah becaus he often becomes too physical for him and hurts him with like ohhh brooms to the head and stuff. He hates to be touched. You can’t cuddle or snuggle with this boy, yet he has refused to sleep alone since the DAY he was born. My sistah was at a parenting seminar about how to deal with the terrible twos. They sent her home with homework. Everyone was to document the causes surrounding that weeks tantrums. She was rattled when she realized they had left her enough space for only 3 tantrums. TOTAL. She called and said…umm I think there’s something different going on here. My guy has WAY more than 3 tantrums a week. He has 3 before lunch most days. I agreed (Noah has MAYBE one tantrum a week…but not even that many some weeks). So she approached the instructors, one of which happened to be a behavioural specialist and told them that she wanted to meet with them. They immediately were VERY supportive and set the meeting up for as soon as possible. The same day she happened to make an appointment with her family doc for the same day. Today.
The first appointment was with the behaviour people. They called her early in the morning and asked if they could make it earlier cause they had picked up 2 extra people (from that feild) that would also like to sit in and offer their 2 cents. Sistah could not make it earlier with the little guy because he was STILL in his jammies and was refusing (screaming..kicking…punching biting) to get his bum changed. They could hear all this and said “girl! You need help…leave him with your daughter (20) and come alone so we can talk” And she did.
They went threw a serious of behaviour questions…odd ones …but anyway…at the end of the questions they tallied everything up and told sistah that a normal toddler WITH behaviour issues (big ones) would usually score around a 50. Her little guy scored 150.
So they talked and talked and talked and sistah CRIED for help. They set her up with someone to come and help her in her home a couple of days a week. They gave her the name of the pediatrician that specializes in children with @utism. They were fabulous and supportive. She left there feeling like she had really started the ball rolling. All she needed was for her family doc to refer her on to the pediatrician.
Enter family doctor.
She snickered when sistah started off by telling that they were STILL not sleeping through the night. She suggested that sistah lay with him and HOLD ON TO HIM TIGHTLY in order to help him go to sleep quicker (usually takes at least 2 hrs to get him to sleep each night), and also to leave him alone when he has his tantrums as this will help to calm him quicker. THEN she mentioned that sistah was “half a year too late” in coming to her with these problems. Whatever that means.
Finally, FINALLY after MUCH yelling and sistah flat out telling her that “no we do not need a check up from you, we need THIS referal from you..please and thank you” did she finally relent and offer the referral. Not, or course, before she argured that she could get her in quicker with a different pediatrician. Eventually they compromised and she left with two referrals…one for her choice and one for her Dr’s choice.
Anyway, at least now he (and she!) will be getting the help that they need. He needs help. She needs help. They cannot continue like this, and now they won’t have too.
Sad though eh? I mean we’re all pushing for a diagnosis and treatment for the little guy…but DUDE I think my nephew is @utistic.

PMS Rage February 20 2006

Oh my.
My PMS anger has found new heights.
I was SO full of rage yesterday that I believe annoying girl fled in fear of her life. As she should have, because yesterday I wanted to KILL HER.
Yesterday was her first day back after she took 2 days off for PMS. PMS days. HELLO! I’ve run a half marathon with PMS. I know plenty of women who’ve run FULL marathons with PMS or worse.
CALL IN SICK FOR PMS? Give me a well deserved break…
Anyway…lastnight? I was ready to pack and leave. I was actually looking into rental properties. I was leaving this house..walking away and leaving it all to Chris. Also leaving the restaurant to him too (which still might happen). Today I feel a little better. I haven’t moved out which is a good sign. I still detest the scarecrow (aka annoying girl) and wish to GOD Chris would do what he says he will do.
But that is a tale for another post. I’ve eaten more pizza in the past 3 days than I can shake a stick at, and I am a champion stick shaker.
I DO have some good news though.
FEFFIE IS COMING HOME! Next month she’s coming to live with me again. Until August when she will be going back to school.
So…hip hip horray….wait let me shout that. HIP HIP HORRAY!

I can’t wait.
Anyway…for now..I’m off to wallow in my pms…that no longer includes rage but does include a fair amount of self pity & a little chocolate.

In My Self Absorbtion I Totally Forgot To Tell You… February 17 2006

Today is the day I register Noah for school. REAL school. French immersion just down the street…NOT the schoo Brendan is going to to…but that is another story.
NOAH….REGISTERED FOR SCHOOL.
He was 6 months old when I started running…and just over a year when I started blogging about it.
I can’t believe he’s going to school in Sept. Cannot believe it. And he’ll be fluent in Canadian french when’s he done. I started french immersion in Kindergarten we did everything in English in the mornings and everything in french in the afternoons. It was great…until in grade 2 or 3 they canceled it and I had to go do it all in english suddenly. No worries about that happening now.
So I’m off do it that…give me strength.