posted by Momo Fali on August 19, 2009
A long, long time ago I had a career. I left that life when my daughter was born and since that time I have tried my best to bring money in. I have run my own business, sold merchandise on e-bay, worked on a contract basis for a local company and was employed by my husband. Now I have this blog, which really helps pay the bills. The gumball bills.
Almost a year ago, I wrote a post about my new job as a second-grade teacher’s aide. I worked the 2008/2009 school year in a classroom where I checked papers, listened to reading homework and helped 30 kids make abacuses out of pipe cleaners and Froot Loops. Where is Toucan Sam when you really need him?
That job served a great purpose. My son, with all his issues, had me right there in the building with him. If the teacher needed me, if my son needed me, if he was following the principal around like a mime…I could easily help.
My boy made it through half-day kindergarten like a champ and I’m certain he is ready for first grade, but there is still this one problem. He sometimes chokes when he eats.
And that is why I am starting another new job today. In the cafeteria.
That’s right. I own it. But, check out these benefits! I get more hours, I might learn something about cooking, I get to talk to adults, I still have the same days off as my children which means I never have to worry about child-care, I get to wear jeans, I will don a baseball cap instead of a hairnet…and I might just get to save my kid’s life.
You can’t really ask for a better job than that.
posted by Momo Fali on August 13, 2009
I am currently with my husband and two kids in a place we lovingly refer to as the “boogie woods”. We are deep in the hills of southern Ohio, where there is (egads) no wi–fi. What withdrawal? I am typing this from our cabin rental office. What blog addiction? Thank goodness we’re heading home soon. I’m starting to itch.
Before our trip to the hills, we spent two days together at an amusement park. If the four of us haven’t been in the car, we’ve either been in a little hotel room or in a very small, A-frame cabin.
Yesterday, we all took a canoe trip. Four of us, four paddles, four life-jackets, two fishing nets and a cooler in one boat. It was togetherness at its finest.
After about a half hour on the river, we noticed storm clouds rolling in and thunder started rumbling. We luckily found a concrete bridge under which we took shelter while pounding rain came down around us.
While we waited for the storm to pass, the kids began to get restless. I tried to think quickly and said, “Why don’t we play a game? Let’s go through the alphabet and take turns coming up with words that have to do with our vacation.” My husband was at the back of the canoe, so I told him to go first.
He replied, “Okay. A is for arguing.”
posted by Momo Fali on August 11, 2009
It is late Monday night and my family and I just got home from two days at Cedar Point, in Sandusky, Ohio which is arguably the best amusement park in the world. Here are my observations…
1. If you have any short-shorts, then by all means, wear them! They are best paired with a halter top and a large belly.
2. People with dirty toenails shouldn’t wear sandals.
3. When you stand in line for an hour with thousands of people in 95 degree heat, things are going to get real stinky.
4. I hate ferris wheels.
5. I love roller coasters.
6. $4.15 for a 22 ounce fountain drink is a complete rip-off.
7. My inner ear isn’t what it used to be.
8. Dramamine is awesome!
9. When your seven year old son will only ride in things that are red, you may want to call his doctor to further discuss his OCD tendencies.
10. You might be in such a huge hurry to get into the park in the morning, that at the end of the day you will forget where you parked. Then you will cry.
11. The shower you take after a day at the amusement park is the best shower you will ever take.
12. When your son bursts into tears and says, “I want to live at Cedar Point!” all of the above will be totally worth it.
posted by Momo Fali on July 31, 2009
I had my first migraine when I was eight years old. I remember being in the school nurse’s bathroom, alone, scared, vomiting up my cafeteria lunch with my head hurting so bad that I wanted to crack it open on the corner of the sink and let the pain spill all over the linoleum floor. Ah, good times, good times.
I have tried a lot of different medications in the last thirty years, but none of them really work. Five weeks ago, I decided to take things into my own hands and see if giving up sugar would help.
It’s not no-sugar, but it’s so-low-it-may-as-well-be-no-sugar. And, you know what? It did help. In a four week span, I had one headache. ONE. That’s unheard of.
But, in the past week (and I’m totally blaming this on my trip to Chicago) I have let myself enjoy bread, and wine…and chocolate again. Which is probably why I’m typing this at 5:00am and have been up all night with a headache.
Yep. It’s time for me to get back on the wagon.
At the very least, my teeth are very happy about this situation. The Honey Nut Cheerios, however, are ticked.
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