From: Kilmark, Cindy K
Sent: Friday, September 28, 2007 3:24 PM
To: Kilmark, Erik
Subject: word
Do you remember what that word was that you made up the other day?
It was like absolutely, or asinine, or something like that….
Remember, you made me look it up online….
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From: Kilmark, Erik
Sent: Friday, September 28, 2007 3:27 PM
To: Kilmark, Cindy K
Subject: RE: word
Audastic. I still think that it's a word. Don't be making fun of me to your little friends!!
Love,
me
ps I think my ribs and everything hurt from puking yesterday. I'm such a violent puker that the next day I still feel like hell. It really hurts to laugh!
Erik Kilmark
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From: Kilmark, Cindy K
Sent: Friday, September 28, 2007 3:44 PM
To: Kilmark, Erik
Subject: RE: word
THAT’S RIGHT! That is it! I didn’t bring it up….Gina did. What was its definition exactly? Can you use it in a sentence for me?
Thanks honey…
Sorry about your ribs. That’s strange that they hurt so much this morning…you got sick 24 hours earlier! I’ll try not to make you laugh!
When do you think you’ll be home tonight?
Love me,
Cindy
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From: Kilmark, Erik
Sent: Friday, September 28, 2007 3:27 PM
To: Kilmark, Cindy K
Subject: RE: word
I can't believe that you are so audastic as to question my wordsmith abilities!!
Tonight's Greenwood's homecoming, so I'm going to have to leave a little earlier to get a parking spot. I may leave work in about 45 minutes and try to leave the house by 5:30ish. I should be home a little after 11:00. You can stay home and watch all the shows from last night. Always Sunny.... was really funny. Plus, tonight is the season premiere of your favorite show starring Jennifer Boob-Hewitt.
Love,
me
Friday, September 28, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
a little obsessive....
On Friday my oldest sister Beth had said, "I'm glad you wrote about the impending sense of doom on your blog. I have been suffering with that too." At first I was kind of taken aback. I forget that people are welcome to read this. No one had ever really talked to me about what they had read, so I just assumed it was kind of my private little thought area. Like I was writing to myself. I was almost a little surprised, how did she know that?!?!?!
Anyway. It was funny. I was real leery about even publishing that post about "impending doom." It wasn't a huge deal to me at the time, but, if it had come to fruition and my nervousness came true....then it would have been really scary. All those rumors of me being a psychic would have been confirmed! I mean how many times on Montel has Sylvia said, "He/she knew that she was going to pass soon." Did they really know it? Or were they just a little paranoid, like me, and coincidentally it came to light. And my loved ones, would they blame me? Would they read my blog after my passing and think that I had some kind of secret that I was keeping from them? Like I intentionally didn't pay this bill, or take care of this issue....knowing full and well that my days were numbered. I assure everyone now, and in the future if need be, that I have no evidence or reason to believe that I will be leaving anytime soon.....I'm just a little neurotic sometimes. Sometimes people think that when you put those thoughts out there you are "tempting" destiny. Perhaps. I am in the school of belief that you choose all of your trials and lessons to be learned before you even come over. Although there are a lot of technical stuff with that theory that I can't reconcile in my head. I believe that you choose your children, and that they choose you of course. But how far does that stretch? Did I choose my stepfather-in-law? My son's kindergarten teacher? What was under my control and what did they decide? Where there negotiations? Was there a contract? Did they give me everything they wanted to accomplish and I agreed or disagreed? Did several apply? Did I just pick the number of children and God filled in the actual vacancies? Where is the line drawn?
Anyway, all of that aside, when I was talking to my sister I mentioned a little of that and I also referred to a cross that I have hanging from my rear view mirror in the van. Because, as all of you mother's know, the van is an especially stressful time. Construction. Rush hour. Wiggles songs repeated over and over and over again. Screaming. Windows going up and down and up and down and up and down again. Arguments. Drama. It's just a lot going on. And I mentioned that, in addition to that cross and the serenity it provides, I had considered writing a "prayer" and posting it on my dash to read before each of my trips. Just to provide a little bit more of calm and consciousness before my drive. And Beth said, "but you are afraid you won't be able to not read it?" Am I that predictable? I second guessed it, just like she said. I have a little bit of a tendency to be obsessive and I was afraid that it would become a routine that crossed the line of neurotic. Just like I always feel compelled to instantly set my odometer thingy to zero when I get gas, although I have no idea how to use it. And I always have a need to push the cruise control button and get that light off of my dash as soon as I am done using it....although my car could care less. It's just a touch of OCD. I've never really talked to a medical professional about it. I just thought of it as being a quirk that amused my husband, not really a problem.
Maybe I need to get my Prozac refilled.
I need to get going now. My husband is watching the Colts game and the children are distracting and annoying him. His yells about "flags" and "bullshit" are being constantly interrupted by screams to "get out" and "go away." I love football. I hate the urgency of it though. He ran home from church to watch the game while I tried to make a spaghetti lunch...fighting all of them every step of the way. Even though we have Tivo and he could literally stop time, he didn't fill the need to do so and provide me with any much needed support. That, after all, would be like postponing Christmas. UNTIL, lunch was all done and he wanted to fix himself a plate. Then alas, he paused the action on the television screen, and filled up the plate. Left all of our children plate less and to fend for themselves. And when I mentioned it to him he had an almost "dumb" expression on his face. If I had told him to dye his hair black I would have had a more thoughtful response. Like I had violated some secret contract we had signed on our wedding day, assuring him a 4 hour window of bachelorhood every week to be dictated by the Colts NFL schedule. Like it was completely understood, and I was an idiot. Luckily, because of the timing of my sarcasm it didn't become a fight, he he. There was a kickoff in less than 30 seconds so there was no time to start an argument. And, in three hours, when it is all over, his memory of our day BC (before Colts) will be replaced with all the details of this tackle and that fumble.
Ahhhh, a typical fall day. Nice, sunny, cool, a little nip, windows open, and the breeze of profanities floating uninvited along the crisp, autumn air.
Erik is also stopping smoking today. I am praying that goes well. I think that how the Colts play might have a direct relationship to that commitment.
Anyway. It was funny. I was real leery about even publishing that post about "impending doom." It wasn't a huge deal to me at the time, but, if it had come to fruition and my nervousness came true....then it would have been really scary. All those rumors of me being a psychic would have been confirmed! I mean how many times on Montel has Sylvia said, "He/she knew that she was going to pass soon." Did they really know it? Or were they just a little paranoid, like me, and coincidentally it came to light. And my loved ones, would they blame me? Would they read my blog after my passing and think that I had some kind of secret that I was keeping from them? Like I intentionally didn't pay this bill, or take care of this issue....knowing full and well that my days were numbered. I assure everyone now, and in the future if need be, that I have no evidence or reason to believe that I will be leaving anytime soon.....I'm just a little neurotic sometimes. Sometimes people think that when you put those thoughts out there you are "tempting" destiny. Perhaps. I am in the school of belief that you choose all of your trials and lessons to be learned before you even come over. Although there are a lot of technical stuff with that theory that I can't reconcile in my head. I believe that you choose your children, and that they choose you of course. But how far does that stretch? Did I choose my stepfather-in-law? My son's kindergarten teacher? What was under my control and what did they decide? Where there negotiations? Was there a contract? Did they give me everything they wanted to accomplish and I agreed or disagreed? Did several apply? Did I just pick the number of children and God filled in the actual vacancies? Where is the line drawn?
Anyway, all of that aside, when I was talking to my sister I mentioned a little of that and I also referred to a cross that I have hanging from my rear view mirror in the van. Because, as all of you mother's know, the van is an especially stressful time. Construction. Rush hour. Wiggles songs repeated over and over and over again. Screaming. Windows going up and down and up and down and up and down again. Arguments. Drama. It's just a lot going on. And I mentioned that, in addition to that cross and the serenity it provides, I had considered writing a "prayer" and posting it on my dash to read before each of my trips. Just to provide a little bit more of calm and consciousness before my drive. And Beth said, "but you are afraid you won't be able to not read it?" Am I that predictable? I second guessed it, just like she said. I have a little bit of a tendency to be obsessive and I was afraid that it would become a routine that crossed the line of neurotic. Just like I always feel compelled to instantly set my odometer thingy to zero when I get gas, although I have no idea how to use it. And I always have a need to push the cruise control button and get that light off of my dash as soon as I am done using it....although my car could care less. It's just a touch of OCD. I've never really talked to a medical professional about it. I just thought of it as being a quirk that amused my husband, not really a problem.
Maybe I need to get my Prozac refilled.
I need to get going now. My husband is watching the Colts game and the children are distracting and annoying him. His yells about "flags" and "bullshit" are being constantly interrupted by screams to "get out" and "go away." I love football. I hate the urgency of it though. He ran home from church to watch the game while I tried to make a spaghetti lunch...fighting all of them every step of the way. Even though we have Tivo and he could literally stop time, he didn't fill the need to do so and provide me with any much needed support. That, after all, would be like postponing Christmas. UNTIL, lunch was all done and he wanted to fix himself a plate. Then alas, he paused the action on the television screen, and filled up the plate. Left all of our children plate less and to fend for themselves. And when I mentioned it to him he had an almost "dumb" expression on his face. If I had told him to dye his hair black I would have had a more thoughtful response. Like I had violated some secret contract we had signed on our wedding day, assuring him a 4 hour window of bachelorhood every week to be dictated by the Colts NFL schedule. Like it was completely understood, and I was an idiot. Luckily, because of the timing of my sarcasm it didn't become a fight, he he. There was a kickoff in less than 30 seconds so there was no time to start an argument. And, in three hours, when it is all over, his memory of our day BC (before Colts) will be replaced with all the details of this tackle and that fumble.
Ahhhh, a typical fall day. Nice, sunny, cool, a little nip, windows open, and the breeze of profanities floating uninvited along the crisp, autumn air.
Erik is also stopping smoking today. I am praying that goes well. I think that how the Colts play might have a direct relationship to that commitment.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
chivalry isn't dead
E-mail from Nana:
Ryan said he needs to bring his teacher lunch money.
She said "bring me lunch money every day" so he thinks it's for HER lunch. Bahaha.
Love
Mom
ryan, school
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
decorating 101
Yesterday I got lots of stuff from my MOMS secret friend (aka Raechel-holler). I got a card, AND a bag with chocolate, another card, and a magazine from Better Homes and Gardens 100 Weekend Decorating Ideas. Lots of great stuff and ideas! I think she was inspired to encourage me because last weekend, for the very first time in the five and a half years I’ve lived in my house, I decided to decorate. I painted the two long walls “chocolate kiss,” and have used some brick red tapestry curtains with beige, dark green, and goldenrod hues that I found at Wal-Mart in the clearance aisle for $5 as the accent (and as the mat to frame some cute black and white pictures of the kids). I also spray painted a coffee table black to let it fit in (look out Martha Stewart, here I come!) and have plans to prime and spray-paint the TV stand as well. To unify all the different shades of wood. Well, maybe. My mom wants me to use her entertainment center, so I might spray paint it instead. Anyway. I am trying to work within a budget to “class” up our home. It is baby steps…but it has potential I think. I have just been very impressed and inspired by all of the homes I have been to in my MOMS group, and very embarrassed/ashamed of my own. The dirt, unfortunately, I have grown somewhat accustomed too…but the lack of creativity…it’s suffocating. And that’s so strange, because if I had to pick 5 words to describe me, creative would be number 2 or 3. I guess that only serves as an example of how exhausting being the mother of four can be, and as they are becoming older and more independent the light at the end of the tunnel is becoming a little bigger and brighter.
Anyway, just for laughs, this is my favorite decorating idea from the magazine, #74. Here is the description: Put old action figures and fashion dolls to good use as fun spots to store frequently misplaced keys. Simply drill a hole in the back of GI Joe or Barbie and then hang his or her on a screw or nail you’ve driven into the wall. Extend their arms for the perfect key ring catchers.
Decorating, MOMS
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
that kid....
The nurse from Ryan's school called me today to pick him up. She said he had a low grade fever and had thrown up all over the classroom. I called Erik and he was devastated. He was afraid that from here on out Ryan would be known as "that kid." I reminded him that it doesn't matter because, like Chelsea, he will probably change schools a dozen times due to re-districting and starting new grades. (So far, in the sixth grade, Chelsea has been to four schools....one for kindergarten, elementary school, another elementary school-redistricting, intermediate school.....then she will have middle school, freshman center, and high school!)
This is the response from Ryan’s kindergarten teacher, Ms. Dahlke. My e-mail apologized for Ryan getting sick at school that morning…and asked how he was doing in school.
Tuesday 9/4/2007 3:20 PM
Don't worry about him getting sick! He did end up throwing up some more in the waste basket. Poor thing-I know throwing up is no fun :(
I hope he feels better. Ryan is kind of quiet in class but he does enjoy talking to a few kids, like Eric and Jeanna. He plays well with all the kids and I sometimes have to remind him to stop talking in the whole group situation. I can tell he has quite an imagination because I think he gets caught up in ideas when I tell him to stop talking. He is working well in class but his table, and I believe it is table location, has trouble paying close attention. I had to add another table to the classroom due to more students and since we are limited on space, his table has a harder time paying attention. They seem to get caught up more in conversation. I haven't seen him get frustrated but we also are working on things that are familiar with kindergartners, such as shapes, families, colors, etc. He appears to have a positive attitude so I am excited to see him grow and change as the year goes on. I enjoy having Ryan in class...he was able to do a chin up on the playground, which I think he felt pretty proud of.
I hope I answered your questions. Tell Ryan we missed him and we hope to see him tomorrow or the next day!
Pauline Dahlke
I thought that was interesting. I've never really thought of him as being that "social." He is more laid back and quiet....I thought. That's good though. I mean I don't want it to interfere with his learning of course but making friends is a very important skill. In my mind just as important as some of the academic lessons that he will learn. It will be very interesting in a few years to look back on and see what changes he’s made…that and it’s my duty, as a parent, to document for posterity’s sake all of the embarrassing moments that I have knowledge of.
Erik brought him to the Dr. that afternoon and apparently he just had a cold. Nana thinks that maybe he got an upset tummy from taking cold medicine before school on an upset stomach. No ear infection, no flu, and he was absolutely fine the rest of the day.
It was funny though, because on the way home from picking him up I asked him where he got sick. He said, "On the floor, by the calender, and by my friend." "You didn't hit your friend did you...because if you did he might just not be your friend anymore," I said. He said he has TWO friends. And no he didn't hit him. I asked him their names. He said he didn't know. They hadn't told him yet. Too funny.
This is the response from Ryan’s kindergarten teacher, Ms. Dahlke. My e-mail apologized for Ryan getting sick at school that morning…and asked how he was doing in school.
Tuesday 9/4/2007 3:20 PM
Don't worry about him getting sick! He did end up throwing up some more in the waste basket. Poor thing-I know throwing up is no fun :(
I hope he feels better. Ryan is kind of quiet in class but he does enjoy talking to a few kids, like Eric and Jeanna. He plays well with all the kids and I sometimes have to remind him to stop talking in the whole group situation. I can tell he has quite an imagination because I think he gets caught up in ideas when I tell him to stop talking. He is working well in class but his table, and I believe it is table location, has trouble paying close attention. I had to add another table to the classroom due to more students and since we are limited on space, his table has a harder time paying attention. They seem to get caught up more in conversation. I haven't seen him get frustrated but we also are working on things that are familiar with kindergartners, such as shapes, families, colors, etc. He appears to have a positive attitude so I am excited to see him grow and change as the year goes on. I enjoy having Ryan in class...he was able to do a chin up on the playground, which I think he felt pretty proud of.
I hope I answered your questions. Tell Ryan we missed him and we hope to see him tomorrow or the next day!
Pauline Dahlke
I thought that was interesting. I've never really thought of him as being that "social." He is more laid back and quiet....I thought. That's good though. I mean I don't want it to interfere with his learning of course but making friends is a very important skill. In my mind just as important as some of the academic lessons that he will learn. It will be very interesting in a few years to look back on and see what changes he’s made…that and it’s my duty, as a parent, to document for posterity’s sake all of the embarrassing moments that I have knowledge of.
Erik brought him to the Dr. that afternoon and apparently he just had a cold. Nana thinks that maybe he got an upset tummy from taking cold medicine before school on an upset stomach. No ear infection, no flu, and he was absolutely fine the rest of the day.
It was funny though, because on the way home from picking him up I asked him where he got sick. He said, "On the floor, by the calender, and by my friend." "You didn't hit your friend did you...because if you did he might just not be your friend anymore," I said. He said he has TWO friends. And no he didn't hit him. I asked him their names. He said he didn't know. They hadn't told him yet. Too funny.
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