Ah, my last blog post from the Backwoods. Just to prove that I haven't been exaggerating all these years about my rural lifestyle, last night I saw three deer in the clearing behind our house. Three of 'em! I was wishing my sister was here with her gun so we could have ourselves some venison for dinner. Oh wait. I'm not a redneck. I couldn't eat a deer that my sister shot with a 9mm. And besides, I don't have a deer license (not that that stops many people around here).
We're packing up and getting ready to leave this town, and hopefully we'll never have to come back. I had my first taste of Memphis barbecue the other night. It's taken me this long because, frankly, I was pretty sure I wouldn't like it. When you watch people eat barbecue nachos you kind of lose your appetite for any of the ingredients. Especially the barbecue part. (I'm not making this up. People around here stuff themselves silly on tortilla chips topped with pork or chicken swimming in Memphis-style barbecue sauce and topped with that melted fake cheese and pickled jalapeno slices. Urk.) So, I tried Memphis-style barbecue, renowned the world over as being the best barbecue ever. It was okay, a bit too sweet for my taste. Note that this was pulled pork and not ribs. The ribs here ROCK!
Gracie went to live with her new family yesterday. Rick and Mel are going to take excellent care of her, she'll have room to stretch out and be lazy, and, best of all, no big-ass, stupid lab is going to try to get her to play anymore. I am so thankful to Rick and Mel. I was sure I was going to have to put Gracie down before we left because I just don't think she could handle the drives (first one 14 hours, second one close to 30). They called last night and said she's made herself comfortable on the office floor and isn't intimidated in the least by their two Chihuahuas (I could have told them that).
So, this is my last post from Tennessee, but rest assured that I'm not leaving Heathenville. Heathenville, after all, is a state of mind, not a state in the union. ;)
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Long Time, No Blog
Things are busy here-busier than usual since we're getting ready for our big move. We'll be leaving here in mid-December and spending the holidays in Minnesota with our beloved families. Then it's off to Everett, Washington and the surrounding area. We still have no place to live there and that's making me rather nervous, but something will turn up, I'm sure.
The kids are doing great. Micah made honor roll and got a Good Citizenship award last quarter. Marissah is in Project Gold and Pep Club and really enjoying herself. Aaron is....well, he's Aaron. He loves Kindergarten, but the past week he's been getting into a little trouble. Nothing major, just the usual little boy stuff: playing in the bathroom, talking at rest time, spitting (SPITTING?!). He's a little ball of fire, that's for sure.
Please keep our Gracie Girl in your prayers. She's been diagnosed with pulmonary edema (excess fluid in her lungs) and cardiomyopathy (enlarged heart due to the excess fluid). She can't see very well and she can't hear at all. My gut is telling me that the time is getting near, but the vet says she's fine. :/ She's on medication now, but I'm not seeing any improvement in her breathing.
The weather has really turned here. It's only 50 degrees this morning and our high today will only be 55. I suppose this will help me acclimate to the sub-zero tundra of Minnesota. Ha.
Here is a picture of my little fire ball. Don't ask how this came about, as I didn't take it (Daddy did). In any case, it's funnier than hell and it's totally Aaron!
The kids are doing great. Micah made honor roll and got a Good Citizenship award last quarter. Marissah is in Project Gold and Pep Club and really enjoying herself. Aaron is....well, he's Aaron. He loves Kindergarten, but the past week he's been getting into a little trouble. Nothing major, just the usual little boy stuff: playing in the bathroom, talking at rest time, spitting (SPITTING?!). He's a little ball of fire, that's for sure.
Please keep our Gracie Girl in your prayers. She's been diagnosed with pulmonary edema (excess fluid in her lungs) and cardiomyopathy (enlarged heart due to the excess fluid). She can't see very well and she can't hear at all. My gut is telling me that the time is getting near, but the vet says she's fine. :/ She's on medication now, but I'm not seeing any improvement in her breathing.
The weather has really turned here. It's only 50 degrees this morning and our high today will only be 55. I suppose this will help me acclimate to the sub-zero tundra of Minnesota. Ha.
Here is a picture of my little fire ball. Don't ask how this came about, as I didn't take it (Daddy did). In any case, it's funnier than hell and it's totally Aaron!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Driving in Memphis
I had to take Micah to the doctor today (just a regular check-up) and was reminded of all the reasons I hate driving in Memphis. People around here just don't know how to drive. If there's ever been a case of road rage in Memphis, I'd be willing to bet at least one person involved was a non-native. Seriously.
I never got much freeway-driving experience until I moved to San Diego. For one, I lived an hour away from the nearest big city. For another, my mom was (and still is) terrified of freeway driving. Essentially, I learned in the "sink or swim" manner. I'm proud to say I swam and, to this day, have never been in an accident while I was driving.
Driving in Memphis, especially on the interstate, is awful for someone who hasn't driven here their entire life. The speed limit is 65, so why in the hell are you going 55, moron? No, this isn't a little old lady I'm talking about. It's a grown man in his pick-em-up truck. But, really, it's not just him. It's everyone. They're all going 55 in a 65 mph zone. Curious.
Or maybe it's not so curious. You see, when it's time to merge, everyone slows down to let those poor suckers trying to get on the freeway in. Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute! Why not just move over to the middle lanes???? Well, apparently those middle lanes are not for driving on. They are for.......um........nothing? I don't know what they're for, but only in the heaviest traffic are they used. Otherwise everyone's in the far right lane and they're slowing way down so Jim Bob can get his Dodge Ram onto the freeway.
You'd think that all these slow drivers and empty center lanes would make for smooth sailing for a driver like me, one who is completely unconcerned whether or not Jim Bob makes it on to the freeway. But no. Just.....no. Old Earl there, in his 1968 Cadillac, thinks he owns the road. He pays taxes on the whole thing, so why can't he use three lanes at a time? And don't forget Billy Tom, who has his kids riding in the back of his pickup, unrestrained, of course. No seat belts in the bed of a truck, after all. The church bus (and there are about 350,000 of them in the city of Memphis alone) is going 30 in the right lane, apparently looking for sinners who may be wandering the side of the freeway, just looking for a ride to a better place. Wait, is that a minivan stopped up ahead? Why yes, it is. Looks like Darla Sue saw a deer and, wouldn't you know it, she just happens to have her rifle handy and she's all dressed to hunt, what with her purty camouflage jacket. Who's it going to hurt if she just pulls over and pops off a couple shots? Willie stopped to scrape that possum off the HOV lane. That'll make a tasty lunch. And there I am, dodging cars and trucks and vans and praying, just praying for a nice, leisurely drive on the 5 North. During rush hour.
You see, in Southern California no one gives a rat's ass if you're trying to get on the freeway. You put on your blinker and start merging, praying you'll make it without hitting anyone. You can do this safely if the car closest to you is worth more than your vehicle. That dude in the Mercedes is not going to risk his $4000 paint job. He'll let you in. Time to exit? Again, just do it. There's no need to slow down. Take the shoulder if you have to. Everyone, including the Highway Patrol, understands. If you've ever wondered why people in SoCal drive 4-wheel drive vehicles when there's no terrain to speak of, it's because of this: they're simply looking for a vehicle that can climb over the Beetles and Volvos. And most of the time they're successful.
Of course, there are hazards to driving the SoCal freeways. Well, driving in SoCal in general is a hazard, but there are a few things to keep in mind. Rule one: Never stop. Ever. Blown tire? Keep on driving until the next exit. No, it does not matter that everyone is waving at you and yelling that your tire is flat. As long as the car can continue to move forward, you must keep going until the exit. Yes, this happened to me. No, I was not going to risk life, limb, children and car by pulling off on the shoulder. That's just another lane to Californians.
Rule two: Avoid hand gestures, unless they are obscene. Yes, strange as it seems, you must not acknowledge a good freeway deed with a wave. Just treat it as your God-given right and keep moving.
Rule three: Keep up with the flow of traffic. I don't care if you're scared. I don't care if you don't want a speeding ticket. If your car can't keep up with the other drivers on the road (sometimes this means going 90), get the hell off. You have no business on California roads (not just freeways) if you can't stomach high speeds. No one's going to get anywhere if we all slow down.
Rule four: Close your eyes and hope for the best. Yes, this seems pretty simplistic, but it's always worked for me.
Happy driving!
I never got much freeway-driving experience until I moved to San Diego. For one, I lived an hour away from the nearest big city. For another, my mom was (and still is) terrified of freeway driving. Essentially, I learned in the "sink or swim" manner. I'm proud to say I swam and, to this day, have never been in an accident while I was driving.
Driving in Memphis, especially on the interstate, is awful for someone who hasn't driven here their entire life. The speed limit is 65, so why in the hell are you going 55, moron? No, this isn't a little old lady I'm talking about. It's a grown man in his pick-em-up truck. But, really, it's not just him. It's everyone. They're all going 55 in a 65 mph zone. Curious.
Or maybe it's not so curious. You see, when it's time to merge, everyone slows down to let those poor suckers trying to get on the freeway in. Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute! Why not just move over to the middle lanes???? Well, apparently those middle lanes are not for driving on. They are for.......um........nothing? I don't know what they're for, but only in the heaviest traffic are they used. Otherwise everyone's in the far right lane and they're slowing way down so Jim Bob can get his Dodge Ram onto the freeway.
You'd think that all these slow drivers and empty center lanes would make for smooth sailing for a driver like me, one who is completely unconcerned whether or not Jim Bob makes it on to the freeway. But no. Just.....no. Old Earl there, in his 1968 Cadillac, thinks he owns the road. He pays taxes on the whole thing, so why can't he use three lanes at a time? And don't forget Billy Tom, who has his kids riding in the back of his pickup, unrestrained, of course. No seat belts in the bed of a truck, after all. The church bus (and there are about 350,000 of them in the city of Memphis alone) is going 30 in the right lane, apparently looking for sinners who may be wandering the side of the freeway, just looking for a ride to a better place. Wait, is that a minivan stopped up ahead? Why yes, it is. Looks like Darla Sue saw a deer and, wouldn't you know it, she just happens to have her rifle handy and she's all dressed to hunt, what with her purty camouflage jacket. Who's it going to hurt if she just pulls over and pops off a couple shots? Willie stopped to scrape that possum off the HOV lane. That'll make a tasty lunch. And there I am, dodging cars and trucks and vans and praying, just praying for a nice, leisurely drive on the 5 North. During rush hour.
You see, in Southern California no one gives a rat's ass if you're trying to get on the freeway. You put on your blinker and start merging, praying you'll make it without hitting anyone. You can do this safely if the car closest to you is worth more than your vehicle. That dude in the Mercedes is not going to risk his $4000 paint job. He'll let you in. Time to exit? Again, just do it. There's no need to slow down. Take the shoulder if you have to. Everyone, including the Highway Patrol, understands. If you've ever wondered why people in SoCal drive 4-wheel drive vehicles when there's no terrain to speak of, it's because of this: they're simply looking for a vehicle that can climb over the Beetles and Volvos. And most of the time they're successful.
Of course, there are hazards to driving the SoCal freeways. Well, driving in SoCal in general is a hazard, but there are a few things to keep in mind. Rule one: Never stop. Ever. Blown tire? Keep on driving until the next exit. No, it does not matter that everyone is waving at you and yelling that your tire is flat. As long as the car can continue to move forward, you must keep going until the exit. Yes, this happened to me. No, I was not going to risk life, limb, children and car by pulling off on the shoulder. That's just another lane to Californians.
Rule two: Avoid hand gestures, unless they are obscene. Yes, strange as it seems, you must not acknowledge a good freeway deed with a wave. Just treat it as your God-given right and keep moving.
Rule three: Keep up with the flow of traffic. I don't care if you're scared. I don't care if you don't want a speeding ticket. If your car can't keep up with the other drivers on the road (sometimes this means going 90), get the hell off. You have no business on California roads (not just freeways) if you can't stomach high speeds. No one's going to get anywhere if we all slow down.
Rule four: Close your eyes and hope for the best. Yes, this seems pretty simplistic, but it's always worked for me.
Happy driving!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The Adventures of KinderBoy!
Aaron's loving school. We can tell because it's all he talks about. He's got a new best friend named Frank and he's already informed me I must get Frank's phone number on Meet the Teacher night (which is tomorrow). He's been doing lots of coloring (today he colored a lovely chicken) and has learned to play a great new game called "Follow the Directions." Unfortunately, it's still so hot here he's only been able to go outside for recess one day. :( On that day, however, they played Tag and Aaron was most impressed. He likes that game better than that directions one. What a surprise, huh?
Knock on wood, I haven't yet received a call from the teacher or principal regarding his behavior. He must be saving it all up. ;)
Knock on wood, I haven't yet received a call from the teacher or principal regarding his behavior. He must be saving it all up. ;)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Happy Birthday!
Today is Marissah's thirteenth birthday. How on earth can I have a teenager?! It seems like just months ago my Mini Rissa was crawling around on the floor, weeks ago that she was screaming "Beat!" whenever Big Bird came on TV and just days ago that she was starting school. Now she's thirteen....
She's growing up and getting lovelier every day. Happy Birthday, honey! We love you!
She's growing up and getting lovelier every day. Happy Birthday, honey! We love you!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Back to School
Tonight at dinner Micah gave Aaron some solid, yet unsolicited, advice about school. "Aaron, just watch out for the people who laugh when they get in trouble."
After I laughed myself silly, I realized that he's right. Those are the kind of people you should watch out for, aren't they? What an astute kid! ; )
Tomorrow at 7:40 I'll be driving my boys to school. Their hair has been cut, they have new clothes, their new backpacks are bulging with school supplies. They're ready and so am I. OK, so I might cry a *little* when I leave Aaron in his classroom, but aren't I entitled to that? Wish us all luck!
P. S. After I drop them off I'm heading to Starbucks. *grin*
After I laughed myself silly, I realized that he's right. Those are the kind of people you should watch out for, aren't they? What an astute kid! ; )
Tomorrow at 7:40 I'll be driving my boys to school. Their hair has been cut, they have new clothes, their new backpacks are bulging with school supplies. They're ready and so am I. OK, so I might cry a *little* when I leave Aaron in his classroom, but aren't I entitled to that? Wish us all luck!
P. S. After I drop them off I'm heading to Starbucks. *grin*
Friday, August 10, 2007
HOT!
First for a weather report: our current temperature is 102 degrees with a heat index of 104. That's actually not too bad. Yesterday our heat index was 112! The humidity is lower today and that helps quite a bit. Last night at 10 pm it was still 93 degrees outside. Talk about insane weather! Unfortunately, there's no relief in sight; the weather forecast through next week calls for more hot temps and more humidity. Oh, yay. NOT!
My kids are all registered for school and will start Monday. Aaron only gets to go to school one day next week (their way of getting the kids used to school, I guess) and he picked Monday. I know he's excited, but it's going to be a long week for him until he gets to go back! We're working on shoe-tying this weekend so he'll be "all ready" for school.
My kids are all registered for school and will start Monday. Aaron only gets to go to school one day next week (their way of getting the kids used to school, I guess) and he picked Monday. I know he's excited, but it's going to be a long week for him until he gets to go back! We're working on shoe-tying this weekend so he'll be "all ready" for school.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Random Thoughts on a Hot Day
It's 95 degrees with a dew point of 73 degrees here right now. It's going to get even hotter-there's not a single cloud in the sky. By the end of the day our heat index will probably be 110. Ugh. I'm sick of heat and humidity. We just can't get out of this state fast enough to please me. Here are some random thoughts on this hot day:
Barry Bonds hit his 755th home run last night. We missed it. After watching the Giants play every night for a week, we didn't even think of turning the game on and he hit his 755th to tie Hank Aaron's record. Now, don't get me wrong: I still hate Barry Bonds. I think he's an arrogant asshole and a steroid user. Mike wanted to see Bonds hit the big one, but I was hoping to see Bonds break his leg. Failing that, I would have been happy to see a pitcher throw straight at his head. Oh well.....I guess I can keep dreaming since he hasn't broken the record yet.......
My kids start school in a week. I can't believe how fast the summer went, but it's just about gone. Aaron has no idea that his days of freedom are numbered. He's excited for school, but in a very abstract way. He wants to go to school to (and this is a direct quote from him) "drink chocolate milk every day, have recess and get 10 girlfriends." Ah, yes, he is his father's son. When I told him I'd be lonely at home without him he assured me that Doc and Gracie will keep me company. He's not staying home with me when there are girlfriends to be had!
My new vacuum is still doing an excellent job. Unfortunately, Doc isn't scared of this one, so my daily dose of laughter is gone. I'll have to find another way to torment the stupid thing. He's still positive he could catch a squirrel, bird or lizard if only we'd just let him out of the yard. We've seen a couple deer in the woods behind our house lately and he really goes nuts over them. I'm tempted to let him loose just to see what he'd do, but with my luck he'd never come back.
Last, but not least, keep your fingers crossed for Mike's orders. We're really hoping for a billet here.
Barry Bonds hit his 755th home run last night. We missed it. After watching the Giants play every night for a week, we didn't even think of turning the game on and he hit his 755th to tie Hank Aaron's record. Now, don't get me wrong: I still hate Barry Bonds. I think he's an arrogant asshole and a steroid user. Mike wanted to see Bonds hit the big one, but I was hoping to see Bonds break his leg. Failing that, I would have been happy to see a pitcher throw straight at his head. Oh well.....I guess I can keep dreaming since he hasn't broken the record yet.......
My kids start school in a week. I can't believe how fast the summer went, but it's just about gone. Aaron has no idea that his days of freedom are numbered. He's excited for school, but in a very abstract way. He wants to go to school to (and this is a direct quote from him) "drink chocolate milk every day, have recess and get 10 girlfriends." Ah, yes, he is his father's son. When I told him I'd be lonely at home without him he assured me that Doc and Gracie will keep me company. He's not staying home with me when there are girlfriends to be had!
My new vacuum is still doing an excellent job. Unfortunately, Doc isn't scared of this one, so my daily dose of laughter is gone. I'll have to find another way to torment the stupid thing. He's still positive he could catch a squirrel, bird or lizard if only we'd just let him out of the yard. We've seen a couple deer in the woods behind our house lately and he really goes nuts over them. I'm tempted to let him loose just to see what he'd do, but with my luck he'd never come back.
Last, but not least, keep your fingers crossed for Mike's orders. We're really hoping for a billet here.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Yes, It Sucks!
My new vacuum sucks-and that's a big change from the old one. That one didn't suck at all! ; )
Yes, I'm being punny, but I'm so excited. I bought a Dyson vacuum cleaner today. I'm tired of spend $150 every few years for a new vacuum cleaner. Hopefully, since I spent more than that, this one will last more years.
My last vacuum was a Eureka. Never, ever buy a Eureka. I should have known better. My first vacuum was a Eureka and it started on fire while I was vacuuming! Not good. Then we had a Hoover which barely lasted a year. Then a Dirt Devil which didn't even last a year and then the other Eureka, which died today after three years. This last Eureka, though, was the worst. I've replaced the hose and the beater brush, not to mention umpteen belts (seriously, like one every other month for the past year or so) and bags up the wazoo. My new vacuum has no belts and no bags. I love it! I vacuumed yesterday with the piece of shit and when I vacuumed with the Dyson today it looked like I hadn't vacuumed in months. The canister was FULL. Nasty!
I'm also a very happy girl because I paid *way* less for a Dyson at the Exchange than I would have anywhere else. Yay me!
Yes, I'm being punny, but I'm so excited. I bought a Dyson vacuum cleaner today. I'm tired of spend $150 every few years for a new vacuum cleaner. Hopefully, since I spent more than that, this one will last more years.
My last vacuum was a Eureka. Never, ever buy a Eureka. I should have known better. My first vacuum was a Eureka and it started on fire while I was vacuuming! Not good. Then we had a Hoover which barely lasted a year. Then a Dirt Devil which didn't even last a year and then the other Eureka, which died today after three years. This last Eureka, though, was the worst. I've replaced the hose and the beater brush, not to mention umpteen belts (seriously, like one every other month for the past year or so) and bags up the wazoo. My new vacuum has no belts and no bags. I love it! I vacuumed yesterday with the piece of shit and when I vacuumed with the Dyson today it looked like I hadn't vacuumed in months. The canister was FULL. Nasty!
I'm also a very happy girl because I paid *way* less for a Dyson at the Exchange than I would have anywhere else. Yay me!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Happy Birthday, Linda!
My friend Linda has a birthday this week. Bad me, I can't remember if it's today or tomorrow, so I'll cover all bases!
Happy birthday, Linda! I'm still not happy you abandoned me in Tennessee, but I hope your day is a great one!
Happy birthday, Linda! I'm still not happy you abandoned me in Tennessee, but I hope your day is a great one!
Lights Out!
I don't know what it is about this area, but our power is constantly going out. It's only for a second or so, but it's long enough to screw everything up!
I'd say in the past week or so we've lost power three times. And it's like this every week, without fail. It's not usually out for long, although there have been a few times where it was out for a couple hours.
Yesterday it just did a quick flash, off and then on again. Of course, that means the DirecTV had to reboot. And the computers had to reboot. The clocks need to be reset. And my dryer stopped. It's gotten to the point that I don't even bother to reset my clocks because I know I'll be doing it again in a few days. I have a good old-fashioned analog clock in my living room, so I rely on that instead of the VCR or microwave.
The thing is, the power isn't going out due to a thunderstorm or rain or anything. It's apparently going out because it can. Or because this is The South and that's the way things work around here. It's just really annoying and yet another reason I can't wait to get the heck out of here!
I'd say in the past week or so we've lost power three times. And it's like this every week, without fail. It's not usually out for long, although there have been a few times where it was out for a couple hours.
Yesterday it just did a quick flash, off and then on again. Of course, that means the DirecTV had to reboot. And the computers had to reboot. The clocks need to be reset. And my dryer stopped. It's gotten to the point that I don't even bother to reset my clocks because I know I'll be doing it again in a few days. I have a good old-fashioned analog clock in my living room, so I rely on that instead of the VCR or microwave.
The thing is, the power isn't going out due to a thunderstorm or rain or anything. It's apparently going out because it can. Or because this is The South and that's the way things work around here. It's just really annoying and yet another reason I can't wait to get the heck out of here!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
July Book Review
Moving is Murder by Sara Rosett© 2006
Kensington Books
It's about time there was a mystery with a military wife as protagonist! Sara Rosett has written an engaging mystery featuring Ellie Avery, Air Force wife and mom to a newborn.
The Avery's have just moved to their new duty station when Ellie discovers the body of a murdered neighbor. Before she knows it, Ellie is drawn into the investigation and her own life may be at stake. Moving is Murder is a delightful book. It's light and cozy, but never cloying. Ellie is not one of those perfect characters-she struggles with a crying baby, bed head and not enough hours in the day, just like the rest of us. But she's also determined and devoted to her family which makes her a very believable amateur sleuth. The details of military life and all it entails are funny-and too true. I personally loved when Ellie mutters to herself that she thought she and her husband had left "yard of the month" competition behind when they left on-base housing. I can relate.
If you're looking for a witty, entertaining read, look no further than Moving is Murder. Rosett's second mystery, Staying at Home is a Killer, is also available from Kensington Books.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
The Bronx is Burning
It's been a long time since a television program caught my interest, but after one episode, I'm addicted to The Bronx is Burning on ESPN. The show follows the 1977 Yankees in their pennant race, along with other events occurring in New York City that summer, namely the Son of Sam murders.
The cast is fantastic: Oliver Platt plays George Steinbrenner, John Turturro plays manager Billy Martin and Daniel Sunjata plays Reggie Jackson. Platt's Steinbrenner is just exactly what I always thought Steinbrenner would be like and I can't help but laugh at him. Turturro is perfectly scrappy and greasy, in true Billy Martin style. And Sunjata? Well, he definitely "gets" Jackson's ego.
Unfortunately, this is only an eight-hour miniseries. How disappointing. I mean, really! What could be better than clubhouse gossip, on- and off-the-field rivalries and a few good murders thrown in? What a winner!
The cast is fantastic: Oliver Platt plays George Steinbrenner, John Turturro plays manager Billy Martin and Daniel Sunjata plays Reggie Jackson. Platt's Steinbrenner is just exactly what I always thought Steinbrenner would be like and I can't help but laugh at him. Turturro is perfectly scrappy and greasy, in true Billy Martin style. And Sunjata? Well, he definitely "gets" Jackson's ego.
Unfortunately, this is only an eight-hour miniseries. How disappointing. I mean, really! What could be better than clubhouse gossip, on- and off-the-field rivalries and a few good murders thrown in? What a winner!
Friday, July 06, 2007
Have a Nice Day!
Maybe it's my Midwestern upbringing, or the fact that I'm just a nice person, but I bet I say the words "have a nice day" at least 3 times a day, often to complete strangers. So, tell me, is this something that just isn't done anymore? It seems like lately I get no response when I tell someone to have a nice day. Now, I'm not looking for anyone to tell me to have a nice day, but some people's rudeness just astounds me.
Today the kids and I were out and about. We went to Hancock Fabrics to get some foam and upholstery fabric so I can recover one of our office chairs. I told the lady who rang up my items to have a nice day and she just turned away. Eh, whatever.
At Target the cashier smiled genuinely when I told her to have a nice day and, from the look on her face, she was surprised a customer would say such thing. The library was another non-reaction. Burger King? Well, I'm still thinking about Burger King. It took forever to get our food (in fact, someone in line two cars behind us apparently gave up and just left without their food). When the girl finished handing us our stuff I told her to have a nice day and she grunted at me. Now, there was nothing special about my order. I didn't make her work extra hard or even ask for freaking ketchup and napkins (in fact, I didn't get either of these things). Really, did I deserve a grunt? Talk about rude.
The guards at the gate on base always say thanks when I tell them to have a nice day-and I always say it to them. These poor men and women stand outside for a four-hour shift in the heat of summer and in the cold of winter. Today, I greeted the guard, showed him my ID and told him to have a nice day. He smiled and thanked me and I drove away.
So, what's the deal? I'm always hearing about how polite people in the South are, but that's not my experience. The older people in the South are unfailingly polite. The young people, with the exception of my Target cashier today, seem to be just the opposite.
Oh well, I'm not going to let a bunch of rude people turn me into one of them. I'll keep greeting people politely and thanking them when they've rung up my purchases and I'll even keep telling them to have a nice day, even if they just grunt at me in return.
Today the kids and I were out and about. We went to Hancock Fabrics to get some foam and upholstery fabric so I can recover one of our office chairs. I told the lady who rang up my items to have a nice day and she just turned away. Eh, whatever.
At Target the cashier smiled genuinely when I told her to have a nice day and, from the look on her face, she was surprised a customer would say such thing. The library was another non-reaction. Burger King? Well, I'm still thinking about Burger King. It took forever to get our food (in fact, someone in line two cars behind us apparently gave up and just left without their food). When the girl finished handing us our stuff I told her to have a nice day and she grunted at me. Now, there was nothing special about my order. I didn't make her work extra hard or even ask for freaking ketchup and napkins (in fact, I didn't get either of these things). Really, did I deserve a grunt? Talk about rude.
The guards at the gate on base always say thanks when I tell them to have a nice day-and I always say it to them. These poor men and women stand outside for a four-hour shift in the heat of summer and in the cold of winter. Today, I greeted the guard, showed him my ID and told him to have a nice day. He smiled and thanked me and I drove away.
So, what's the deal? I'm always hearing about how polite people in the South are, but that's not my experience. The older people in the South are unfailingly polite. The young people, with the exception of my Target cashier today, seem to be just the opposite.
Oh well, I'm not going to let a bunch of rude people turn me into one of them. I'll keep greeting people politely and thanking them when they've rung up my purchases and I'll even keep telling them to have a nice day, even if they just grunt at me in return.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Independence Day!
Hope everyone has a wonderful 4th of July! Celebrate our country's independence safely and don't forget our men and women who are serving in Iraq and Afghanistan. They truly know what it means to make a sacrifice for the freedom of all Americans!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Correction
It has come to my attention that I forgot to pay homage to the most important of Barbie's friends and family, Stacie, Barbie's baby sister. How on earth I could have forgotten Stacie is beyond me. My own sister, also named Stacie (what a coincidence!) gave Marissah a Stacie doll for her birthday or Christmas one year. Forgive me, those holidays all run together.
Last night when I was trying to sleep it occurred to me that my house is Barbie-free. Well, maybe not completely Barbie-free. We still have a sad, lonely set of twin sheets that feature our blonde and beautiful friend but, as my boys are the only ones with twin beds, they don’t get much use. There are no longer any Barbie dolls, clothes, shoes or accessories in our house, though. Not a one. They’ve all gone to the great Barbie emporium in the sky, courtesy of Waste Management, Inc. and Glad Force Flex garbage bags.
The whole Barbie thing at our house started when Marissah was two. My lovely neighbor, who shall remain nameless (her name rhymes with bear-see, just a hint) decided that my daughter needed her first Barbie doll. I was adamant that she did not need her first Barbie—she was two years old! Well, Neighbor-who-shall-remain-nameless got her way and she gave Marissah a Barbie for Christmas. Marissah liked it, of course.
I wasn’t anti-Barbie or anything, but I’m still not sure she’s a great role model for young girls. Let’s face it, when Barbie leaves the “office” at night, we know she’s not going to a museum opening or even home to read a book. No, no, no. Barbie’s heading home to watch Entertainment Tonight and thumb through the latest copy of People to see if there are any articles about her and Ken’s nasty break-up. She’s not volunteering her time at an animal shelter or a soup kitchen, she’s spending hours on the phone with Skipper, dishing out advice (No, Skipper, you simply must wait for him to call. Good girls don’t call boys!). This isn’t even touching Barbie’s totally unrealistic body image. If Barbie were a real woman her measurements would be 38-18-34. I don’t know about anyone else, but my 13-year-old daughter’s waist is bigger than that, by quite a few inches!
Yes, I know there are Teacher Barbie and Astronaut Barbie and probably even Rocket Scientist Barbie, but there is also Barbie and Tanner. Tanner is a dog and he poops. Yes, he poops. Never fear, though, Barbie has her own little pooper scooper and a lovely pink trash bin in which to dispose of Tanner’s waste. And we also have Barbie Divas-these are the new version of that 80s hit, Barbie and The Rockers! Our girls can learn to dress like Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan, just what we’ve always wanted!
I had a few Barbies when I was growing up, but not many. I just wasn’t that into them. My most beloved Barbie wasn’t a Barbie at all. It was Barbie’s friend, Tropical Miko. Now, we all understand Barbie’s friends, don’t we? Most girls never wanted to play with them-they were just “extras.” Face it, Barbie had to have a little competition for Ken’s affections. That’s where Teresa and Skipper and Miko came in. And Miko, well, she’s another story altogether. She’s Barbie’s version of that famous line: “I’m not prejudiced! Some of my best friends are black!”
So while I was lying in bed last night, I was kind of surprised by the little bit of sadness I felt. I’ll never again find a naked Barbie in the fridge or the bathtub. I’ll never again play Barbies with Marissah, teaching her how to dress the dolls and showing her the finer points of color coordination. On the other hand, I’ll never again step on a Barbie shoe in my bare feet in the middle of the night-and that is something for which I am truly thankful! I guess I’m mostly sad that my little girl has grown up and left her Barbies behind. While I was writing this, I turned to Barbie.com for assistance. Marissah noticed and asked what I was doing. I told her I was looking for something. “For me?” she asked. “No,” I told her. “Good!” she said.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Slap Jack!
Aaron has a new favorite game. Yes, we've been playing Slap Jack all. day. long. During one of our rounds I noticed we were short a few cards, three to be exact. I sent him on a treasure hunt to find them, but he only returned with two. Figure the odds on this: of the three cards we were missing, two of them were Jacks. He only found one. Hahaha! Makes Slap Jack a little more interesting, at least.
He beat me the last game and proceeded to sing "Woowoowoowoowoowoowoo!"
He beat me the last game and proceeded to sing "Woowoowoowoowoowoowoo!"
Friday, June 15, 2007
When I Rule the World.....
A Louisiana town passed an interesting law this week. They've made the "offense" of wearing sagging pants that show a person's underwear (or "private parts" as the mayor called them) punishable by up to six months in jail and a $500 fine. Read it here.
Now, of course I can't say I agree with this new law. Let's save jail space for the assholes who really deserve it: rapists, murderers, drug dealers and deadbeat parents. But let's have a little fun with this.....
When I rule the world garments containing more than 5% Spandex will be banned on anyone who weighs over 100 pounds. Yeah, that's pretty much everyone and for a damn good reason, too! Spandex doesn't look good on anyone with even a little meat on their bones.
Speedos? We'll never have to see them again once I'm Queen of Everything. Well, maybe I can make an exception for competitive swimmers and divers because, in my opinion, swimmers are extremely sexy and I enjoy seeing their bodies. But they will never be allowed on a public beach again!
Crocs. See previous post.
What would you ban if you ruled the world?
Now, of course I can't say I agree with this new law. Let's save jail space for the assholes who really deserve it: rapists, murderers, drug dealers and deadbeat parents. But let's have a little fun with this.....
When I rule the world garments containing more than 5% Spandex will be banned on anyone who weighs over 100 pounds. Yeah, that's pretty much everyone and for a damn good reason, too! Spandex doesn't look good on anyone with even a little meat on their bones.
Speedos? We'll never have to see them again once I'm Queen of Everything. Well, maybe I can make an exception for competitive swimmers and divers because, in my opinion, swimmers are extremely sexy and I enjoy seeing their bodies. But they will never be allowed on a public beach again!
Crocs. See previous post.
What would you ban if you ruled the world?
Crocs....Again
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Crocs are yucky. If you weren't convinced before, check out who's wearing them now.
I rest my case.
I rest my case.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Friday, June 08, 2007
We Now Return to Your Regularly Scheduled Programming
My kids came home from camp yesterday. My house is officially a disaster area again. Only two months until they go back to school.......
Friday, June 01, 2007
Why I Hate Wal-Mart
I've been to Wal-Mart twice today. I'm never going back. Not even for another adorable pair of Happy Bunny pajamas (purple and they say "You'd be cooler if you were me."). I'm just NEVER going back.
Aaron and I went to the Evil W this morning for bread, milk, cigarettes, etc. Got into the Express lane (because that's the only lane you can purchase cigarettes, of course) and proceeded to wait for 20 minutes (maybe even more). The cashier was having trouble and the customer at the front of the line was unsatisfied with her total or something and this required several calls for help and much nitpicking. Finally it was my turn....and it turns out the cashier is also slower than a snail! Sheesh, Aaron could have rung us up faster and he's never worked a register. I was glad to leave, obviously.
Tonight the big kids and I had their final meeting before DEFY camp. They are all signed up and got their long, long lists of things they need so we headed to the Evil W so I wouldn't have to go tomorrow (since I'll be doing laundry to make sure they have enough clothes for camp tomorrow). We got all our travel size toothpastes and shampoos and our toothbrushes and bug spray and got in line to check out. I prefer to use the self checkout and since I didn't need cigarettes, that's where we went. And then we waited. And waited. And waited. Turns out all of the registers decided to crash. All of them. Every. Last. One. I have never seen so many people in line before. I have never seen so many crabby people in line before. It was insane. We waited at least 30 minutes before the registers came back up and then another 5 or 10 before the lady came to restart the self checkout registers. No kidding, I was ready to cry. We finally left the Evil W ninety minutes after we entered the store, and we left without beach towels because when I tried to scan them I learned they had no bar codes anywhere and I'm certain you can understand why I was not willing to ask someone for help.
I'm never going back to that house of horrors again. OK, that's a lie. But I'm not going again for a really long time and at some point I'm sure I'll have to go back because there's nowhere else to shop in this Godforsaken two-bit hick town. UGH!!!!!!
Aaron and I went to the Evil W this morning for bread, milk, cigarettes, etc. Got into the Express lane (because that's the only lane you can purchase cigarettes, of course) and proceeded to wait for 20 minutes (maybe even more). The cashier was having trouble and the customer at the front of the line was unsatisfied with her total or something and this required several calls for help and much nitpicking. Finally it was my turn....and it turns out the cashier is also slower than a snail! Sheesh, Aaron could have rung us up faster and he's never worked a register. I was glad to leave, obviously.
Tonight the big kids and I had their final meeting before DEFY camp. They are all signed up and got their long, long lists of things they need so we headed to the Evil W so I wouldn't have to go tomorrow (since I'll be doing laundry to make sure they have enough clothes for camp tomorrow). We got all our travel size toothpastes and shampoos and our toothbrushes and bug spray and got in line to check out. I prefer to use the self checkout and since I didn't need cigarettes, that's where we went. And then we waited. And waited. And waited. Turns out all of the registers decided to crash. All of them. Every. Last. One. I have never seen so many people in line before. I have never seen so many crabby people in line before. It was insane. We waited at least 30 minutes before the registers came back up and then another 5 or 10 before the lady came to restart the self checkout registers. No kidding, I was ready to cry. We finally left the Evil W ninety minutes after we entered the store, and we left without beach towels because when I tried to scan them I learned they had no bar codes anywhere and I'm certain you can understand why I was not willing to ask someone for help.
I'm never going back to that house of horrors again. OK, that's a lie. But I'm not going again for a really long time and at some point I'm sure I'll have to go back because there's nowhere else to shop in this Godforsaken two-bit hick town. UGH!!!!!!
3 am
About two years ago I was waking up every night at the same exact time: 4:09 am. Every single night, never a minute later or earlier. At the time I blamed a neighbor's alarm clock or something like that-something that was waking me up but that I just couldn't put my finger on.
For the past week I've been waking up around 3 am every single night. Not an exact time, I don't think, but I can't tell for certain. See, our power went out about a week ago and I haven't reset my alarm clock since. It's a statement. It says "My kids are done with school for the summer and I have no reason to set my alarm clock. So there!" I'd look at Mike's clock, but since he had his surgery and is wearing an immobilizer on his shoulder and arm it's like sleeping with a humpback whale. I look over and all I see is this huge mound in bed next to me. Well, two mounds really. One mound is his 8000 pillows and his head and the other mound is his arm in the immobilizer. In order to see his clock I'd actually have to sit up and I just don't have that desire. Instead, I look at my clock, subtract two (I do know it's two hours off, but this could be am or pm and I don't care) and say "Hmm, I'm awake again at 3 am. Wonder why that is?" and then I stare at the ceiling for 30 minutes or so until I fall asleep again. Gotta love it. Not. I do take something to help me sleep, but it helps me fall asleep, not necessarily stay asleep. Weird. In any case, it doesn't really matter. My kids have been letting me sleep in and it's sheer bliss to wake at 9:00 am instead of 5:30. I dread August and having to make sure Marissah is at the bus stop by 6:20 every morning. UGH!!!!! Hopefully our schedules will be more normal after we move......
For the past week I've been waking up around 3 am every single night. Not an exact time, I don't think, but I can't tell for certain. See, our power went out about a week ago and I haven't reset my alarm clock since. It's a statement. It says "My kids are done with school for the summer and I have no reason to set my alarm clock. So there!" I'd look at Mike's clock, but since he had his surgery and is wearing an immobilizer on his shoulder and arm it's like sleeping with a humpback whale. I look over and all I see is this huge mound in bed next to me. Well, two mounds really. One mound is his 8000 pillows and his head and the other mound is his arm in the immobilizer. In order to see his clock I'd actually have to sit up and I just don't have that desire. Instead, I look at my clock, subtract two (I do know it's two hours off, but this could be am or pm and I don't care) and say "Hmm, I'm awake again at 3 am. Wonder why that is?" and then I stare at the ceiling for 30 minutes or so until I fall asleep again. Gotta love it. Not. I do take something to help me sleep, but it helps me fall asleep, not necessarily stay asleep. Weird. In any case, it doesn't really matter. My kids have been letting me sleep in and it's sheer bliss to wake at 9:00 am instead of 5:30. I dread August and having to make sure Marissah is at the bus stop by 6:20 every morning. UGH!!!!! Hopefully our schedules will be more normal after we move......
Another Bird Update
It's been over a week now with no sign of mommy bird. She's apparently abandoned her eggs. :( There are only four there-at one point she pushed one of the eggs out of the nest and I put it back in. Next time I looked it was completely gone. And no, it wasn't just after that that she abandoned the nest.
Now I have four unhatched (and will never hatch) house wren eggs, two lovely (cough, cough) bird's nests, and one dead impatiens plant. Lucky me.
Now I have four unhatched (and will never hatch) house wren eggs, two lovely (cough, cough) bird's nests, and one dead impatiens plant. Lucky me.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Overheard.....
Micah (to Daddy): I wonder how much is in a crapload?
Micah (to Mom): Isn't it illegal to kiss someone else's mom?
Aaron (after Doc ran out the front door): I'm glad he's gone. I'm sick of that mangy mutt. He gives me a headache when he barks all the time.
Micah (to Aaron, the night before my birthday): Aaron, we can't put 33 candles on the cake! We'll burn the whole house down!
Aaron (to Mom): When I'm a Dad then I can say shit! (And yes, he did say it while telling me that, which called for another explanation of why you can't say that word, even when you're talking about that word.)
Aaron (in response to me singing the song "Tell Me Something Good" this morning while picking up the house): "Nana's coming tomorrow. And I love you!"
Micah (to Mom): Isn't it illegal to kiss someone else's mom?
Aaron (after Doc ran out the front door): I'm glad he's gone. I'm sick of that mangy mutt. He gives me a headache when he barks all the time.
Micah (to Aaron, the night before my birthday): Aaron, we can't put 33 candles on the cake! We'll burn the whole house down!
Aaron (to Mom): When I'm a Dad then I can say shit! (And yes, he did say it while telling me that, which called for another explanation of why you can't say that word, even when you're talking about that word.)
Aaron (in response to me singing the song "Tell Me Something Good" this morning while picking up the house): "Nana's coming tomorrow. And I love you!"
Friday, May 18, 2007
The Post-Birthday Report
Yesterday I turned 33. I don't feel any older (thank God) and, according to Micah, I don't look old because I have no gray hair and no wrinkles (again, thank God).
I got a beautiful pendant for my birthday from Meircee, and Mike and the kids spoiled me. Mike took Micah along with him to shop for me (I thought they were just going to get a cake). They came home with yellow and white daisies in a bright yellow happy face mug (Micah has always had a thing for happy faces LOL) and gorgeous sapphire earrings. Micah told me as I was opening the earrings that they cost more than $100 (he has no qualms about telling you what "he" spent). Mike later told me Micah wanted to buy me a fake flower so I "could have it forever," but then the smiley face mug caught his eye from practically across the store. ;)
This morning, Micah himself told me that Dad didn't want me to have fake diamonds, but the real diamonds were really expensive. "Mom, some of them cost more than $1,000!" I get the feeling there was a little debate at the jewelry counter of the NEX, with Micah lobbying for the shiny fake diamonds and Daddy trying to explain why fake is never a good idea if you enjoy your sex life (without mentioning said sex life, that is). Never fear, I explained to him that you never (ever, ever, ever) buy fake diamonds for a woman. When he asked why I told him that you just DON'T, that it's a rule. I also told him that if you really love a woman you will save your money for months and months to buy her real, expensive diamonds instead of cheap fakes. With Micah's tendency to be literal at all times, in all things, I think his future girlfriends and wife are now safe from cubic zirconium and cut glass (Emily, take note-he may be a pain in other respects, but you won't have to school him in jewelry-buying).
Oh-my cake was a devil's food with cookies and cream icing and pieces of Oreos. Micah also chose this, but I bet you already knew that! I got a few bites and let the kids enjoy the rest.
I got a beautiful pendant for my birthday from Meircee, and Mike and the kids spoiled me. Mike took Micah along with him to shop for me (I thought they were just going to get a cake). They came home with yellow and white daisies in a bright yellow happy face mug (Micah has always had a thing for happy faces LOL) and gorgeous sapphire earrings. Micah told me as I was opening the earrings that they cost more than $100 (he has no qualms about telling you what "he" spent). Mike later told me Micah wanted to buy me a fake flower so I "could have it forever," but then the smiley face mug caught his eye from practically across the store. ;)
This morning, Micah himself told me that Dad didn't want me to have fake diamonds, but the real diamonds were really expensive. "Mom, some of them cost more than $1,000!" I get the feeling there was a little debate at the jewelry counter of the NEX, with Micah lobbying for the shiny fake diamonds and Daddy trying to explain why fake is never a good idea if you enjoy your sex life (without mentioning said sex life, that is). Never fear, I explained to him that you never (ever, ever, ever) buy fake diamonds for a woman. When he asked why I told him that you just DON'T, that it's a rule. I also told him that if you really love a woman you will save your money for months and months to buy her real, expensive diamonds instead of cheap fakes. With Micah's tendency to be literal at all times, in all things, I think his future girlfriends and wife are now safe from cubic zirconium and cut glass (Emily, take note-he may be a pain in other respects, but you won't have to school him in jewelry-buying).
Oh-my cake was a devil's food with cookies and cream icing and pieces of Oreos. Micah also chose this, but I bet you already knew that! I got a few bites and let the kids enjoy the rest.
Friday, May 11, 2007
The Truth about Laundry
1. The Laundry Defect
Amazingly, every member of my family except me lacks the special ability to see dirty laundry. Yes, it's true. I call it the laundry defect. At least once a week I send the kids upstairs to bring their hampers down. Inevitably, the hampers come down about half full. I then go upstairs and fill two freaking baskets of things they missed. They apparently never think to look in the bathrooms or even, for that matter, on their own bedroom floors. If it's not in the hamper it must not need to be washed, hmmm?
2. The Breeding Factor
Anyone who has ever done laundry knows about the Breeding Factor. This is the phenomena that unfailingly causes your laundry pile to double-or even triple-overnight. It has no known cause. If you drop a single dirty t-shirt into the empty laundry hamper before bed, by the time you wake up in the morning it will have grown into three shirts, a pair of jeans and one sock (I'll get to the sock thing later). I'm working on a laundricide right now (you know, pesticide for laundry). You'll hear more about this as soon as I get my patent.
3. The Sock Monster
Contrary to what your mother told you when you were a child, monsters do exist. They feed on socks exclusively. And they only eat one at a time. And they are obsessive-compulsive, so the socks must not come from the same pair. Unfortunately, the Sock Monster does not rule out the Breeding Factor.
4. The Invisible Stain
Yes, this one is tricky. I check the clothes carefully before I put them in the washer with the intention of using the Spray N Wash to banish any and all stains. When none are found I wash and dry the load. And I always find at least one stain that was invisible until the garment was washed. I'm beginning to think it's a conspiracy. We all know that once that garment has been in the dryer that stain is never coming out. And yet, it apparently didn't even occur until the garment was in the wash. Hmmm......
5. Drawer Deficiency
I've become convinced that there is no reason for me to be all caught up on laundry because there is simply not enough room in my house to store all the clean clothes. I can do one load of laundry and the drawers are full. Where the heck am I supposed to put the other four loads? Hell, why bother to do them at all if there's nowhere to put them???
6. The Hand Washing Myth
Don't buy into this. Unless it's cashmere, throw it into a lingerie bag and wash in cold water on the delicate cycle. If it's cashmere you should be able to afford dry cleaning (I have no cashmere and I don't even know where the dry cleaner is in this town). This rule was created by some misogynistic man who loves to see women slumped over the bathroom sink trying to get all the damn Woolite bubbles out of her silk blouse without creating wrinkles.
7. Abundant Hampers
If you have many hampers you will always feel like you're winning the laundry battle. Truly, if you have six hampers and only three of them are full you're doing great, aren't you? I have five hampers and two baskets. Four are full right now. I'm still winning. Go now to Target and buy at least two more baskets. You'll probably never fill them, thus you will, from now on, always feel like you're more on top of things.
Amazingly, every member of my family except me lacks the special ability to see dirty laundry. Yes, it's true. I call it the laundry defect. At least once a week I send the kids upstairs to bring their hampers down. Inevitably, the hampers come down about half full. I then go upstairs and fill two freaking baskets of things they missed. They apparently never think to look in the bathrooms or even, for that matter, on their own bedroom floors. If it's not in the hamper it must not need to be washed, hmmm?
2. The Breeding Factor
Anyone who has ever done laundry knows about the Breeding Factor. This is the phenomena that unfailingly causes your laundry pile to double-or even triple-overnight. It has no known cause. If you drop a single dirty t-shirt into the empty laundry hamper before bed, by the time you wake up in the morning it will have grown into three shirts, a pair of jeans and one sock (I'll get to the sock thing later). I'm working on a laundricide right now (you know, pesticide for laundry). You'll hear more about this as soon as I get my patent.
3. The Sock Monster
Contrary to what your mother told you when you were a child, monsters do exist. They feed on socks exclusively. And they only eat one at a time. And they are obsessive-compulsive, so the socks must not come from the same pair. Unfortunately, the Sock Monster does not rule out the Breeding Factor.
4. The Invisible Stain
Yes, this one is tricky. I check the clothes carefully before I put them in the washer with the intention of using the Spray N Wash to banish any and all stains. When none are found I wash and dry the load. And I always find at least one stain that was invisible until the garment was washed. I'm beginning to think it's a conspiracy. We all know that once that garment has been in the dryer that stain is never coming out. And yet, it apparently didn't even occur until the garment was in the wash. Hmmm......
5. Drawer Deficiency
I've become convinced that there is no reason for me to be all caught up on laundry because there is simply not enough room in my house to store all the clean clothes. I can do one load of laundry and the drawers are full. Where the heck am I supposed to put the other four loads? Hell, why bother to do them at all if there's nowhere to put them???
6. The Hand Washing Myth
Don't buy into this. Unless it's cashmere, throw it into a lingerie bag and wash in cold water on the delicate cycle. If it's cashmere you should be able to afford dry cleaning (I have no cashmere and I don't even know where the dry cleaner is in this town). This rule was created by some misogynistic man who loves to see women slumped over the bathroom sink trying to get all the damn Woolite bubbles out of her silk blouse without creating wrinkles.
7. Abundant Hampers
If you have many hampers you will always feel like you're winning the laundry battle. Truly, if you have six hampers and only three of them are full you're doing great, aren't you? I have five hampers and two baskets. Four are full right now. I'm still winning. Go now to Target and buy at least two more baskets. You'll probably never fill them, thus you will, from now on, always feel like you're more on top of things.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Birdie Update
Aaron and I checked on our birdie "friends" today. The one nest is still empty and the other holds five eggs. None have hatched yet. I'm guessing the maker of the other nest was driven off. Or maybe they moved to better digs. I'm sure some other unsuspecting sucker in the neighborhood hung a plant or two. Maybe someone hung a pretty fern (lots of cover there) or a miniature rose (I can only hope the birds got poked a few times.
My plant used to look like this (no this isn't actually my plant, but mine was this lush):
It's now deader than dead. What a disappointment.
My plant used to look like this (no this isn't actually my plant, but mine was this lush):
It's now deader than dead. What a disappointment.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
I Missed It!
I missed posting a special birthday blog for my sister! She turned THIRTY on Wednesday. She's now officially old. Course, it doesn't really matter that I missed it. She has bigger things to worry about. As of this very moment she's exploring the streets of New York City. Yes, the lucky bitch is in New York. And I'm jealous.
She called me earlier from Strand Bookstore. She's going to buy me a tote bag because she loves me (and because I asked nicely).
While she's living it up in The City, I'm sweating my butt off and waiting for yet another rain storm in the Backwoods. Just doesn't seem fair, does it?
Love you anyway, Sis. Happy (late) birthday.
She called me earlier from Strand Bookstore. She's going to buy me a tote bag because she loves me (and because I asked nicely).
While she's living it up in The City, I'm sweating my butt off and waiting for yet another rain storm in the Backwoods. Just doesn't seem fair, does it?
Love you anyway, Sis. Happy (late) birthday.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
What Am I Missing??
What's the deal with Vera Bradley handbags and stuff? I see them everywhere, our Exchange even carries them. No offense to anyone who loves them, but why on earth would I pay $50 (or more) for some purse that looks like my mom might have sewn it herself and carried it back in 1977? (No offense, Mom, but I think you did have one that resembled these. LOL)
Is this something like Crocs? I think these are the ugliest shoes and I don't care how comfortable they are, I wouldn't be caught dead wearing them. Yuck!
My theory is it's like the Emperor's new clothes. Everyone knows these purses and shoes are ugly, but they're all afraid to say it. I'm not. Again, I say, YUCK! Get yourself some Keds and a cute little purse from Target instead.
Is this something like Crocs? I think these are the ugliest shoes and I don't care how comfortable they are, I wouldn't be caught dead wearing them. Yuck!
My theory is it's like the Emperor's new clothes. Everyone knows these purses and shoes are ugly, but they're all afraid to say it. I'm not. Again, I say, YUCK! Get yourself some Keds and a cute little purse from Target instead.
Monday, April 30, 2007
For the Birds
Apparently those birds that were keeping me up all night do work the night shift. Two years ago I had a lovely (cough) family of house wrens build a nest in my hanging impatiens plant. Last year I didn't have any hanging plants. This year I figured it was safe again, that my birdie "friends" would have moved on to greener pastures. I was wrong.
I first noticed their new nest about 2 days after I hung the plant up. I immediately removed the nest because there were no eggs in it. I can't remember if I checked again yesterday or Saturday, but the plant was clear of nests. This morning I checked again. I found not one, but *two* nests and one of those nests has three eggs in it! ACK!!!!! So, once again, I am not going to have a pretty hanging plant. I can't water it right with nests in it and I can't bring myself to take the nests out if there are eggs in there. I suppose I should be grateful. My neighbors have a quite large nest that was built on the frame of one of their bikes (hanging from the carport ceiling). There were *three* adult birds sitting in it when I showed it to Aaron earlier. Someone at their house won't be riding their bike for a while. My grandma once left a pair of my grandpa's jeans on the wash line to dry overnight. The next morning the house wrens had built a nest in the pocket of those jeans, so Grandma left them there until the eggs hatched. Apparently they are real opportunists. Kind of like squatters, I suppose.
So, all is not lost. Aaron loves birdies and he really enjoyed seeing the eggs. He's looking forward to them hatching and seeing baby birdies again. I did move the plant so it's not right next to the front door. The last thing I need is to get dive-bombed by a little freaking bird whenever I leave my house.
I first noticed their new nest about 2 days after I hung the plant up. I immediately removed the nest because there were no eggs in it. I can't remember if I checked again yesterday or Saturday, but the plant was clear of nests. This morning I checked again. I found not one, but *two* nests and one of those nests has three eggs in it! ACK!!!!! So, once again, I am not going to have a pretty hanging plant. I can't water it right with nests in it and I can't bring myself to take the nests out if there are eggs in there. I suppose I should be grateful. My neighbors have a quite large nest that was built on the frame of one of their bikes (hanging from the carport ceiling). There were *three* adult birds sitting in it when I showed it to Aaron earlier. Someone at their house won't be riding their bike for a while. My grandma once left a pair of my grandpa's jeans on the wash line to dry overnight. The next morning the house wrens had built a nest in the pocket of those jeans, so Grandma left them there until the eggs hatched. Apparently they are real opportunists. Kind of like squatters, I suppose.
So, all is not lost. Aaron loves birdies and he really enjoyed seeing the eggs. He's looking forward to them hatching and seeing baby birdies again. I did move the plant so it's not right next to the front door. The last thing I need is to get dive-bombed by a little freaking bird whenever I leave my house.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Poor Micah
This morning Doc ate a frog. Micah is very upset. I'm still laughing and will continue to do so as long as the frog doesn't make an encore appearance in the form of vomit in my house. Poor Micah. Last night he found out Marissah is dissecting a frog on her field trip to the zoo on Tuesday and now this........How will he ever recover? (snicker)
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
As Seen on TV
Aaron has a real affinity for anything and everything sold on television. He wants Moon Sand and Floam. He wants an AirHog and Blendy Pens. But his fascination doesn't end with himself. No, no, no. He's constantly telling me about the things for the whole family, including the Ab Lounger ("Mom, you'll never have to do sit-ups again," he tells me--as if I do them now!).
Today while Aaron was watching TV he had a brainstorm! "Mom, if Nana falls out of bed and gets hurt she might need LifeAlert!" I laughed so hard I thought I'd cry. And then I called my mom so she could laugh with me. Aaron, of course, couldn't understand what was so funny. He doesn't want to risk Nana falling out of bed and getting hurt. In fact, he just asked again if we can get that for Nana (without being prompted by a commercial this time). Isn't he a nice kid, worrying about his grandma like that? ;)
Today while Aaron was watching TV he had a brainstorm! "Mom, if Nana falls out of bed and gets hurt she might need LifeAlert!" I laughed so hard I thought I'd cry. And then I called my mom so she could laugh with me. Aaron, of course, couldn't understand what was so funny. He doesn't want to risk Nana falling out of bed and getting hurt. In fact, he just asked again if we can get that for Nana (without being prompted by a commercial this time). Isn't he a nice kid, worrying about his grandma like that? ;)
Monday, April 16, 2007
I'm mean....
Doc, our puppy, has a huge fear of the vacuum cleaner. I don't even have to turn it on, as soon as I pull it out of the closet he's barking at it in a very threatening manner. Once I turn it on I usually don't have to worry about him because he hides from me (and the vacuum) under the dining room table.
Today I was using the hose to vacuum around the legs of my dining room table and Doc came over to voice his displeasure with that loud machine. I thought maybe I could get him to see that the vacuum wouldn't hurt him, so I held the nozzle out toward him. Well......at that very moment he lunged toward it to bark.....and ended up getting his nose sucked by the nozzle. OMG! The look on his face was so priceless as he turned tail and ran. He was too scared to even bark again. And me, I am so evil, I laughed until I thought I would pee my pants. It was seriously funny. I doubt he'll ever recover from this and will remain terrified of the vacuum cleaner forever... Hahahahahah!
Today I was using the hose to vacuum around the legs of my dining room table and Doc came over to voice his displeasure with that loud machine. I thought maybe I could get him to see that the vacuum wouldn't hurt him, so I held the nozzle out toward him. Well......at that very moment he lunged toward it to bark.....and ended up getting his nose sucked by the nozzle. OMG! The look on his face was so priceless as he turned tail and ran. He was too scared to even bark again. And me, I am so evil, I laughed until I thought I would pee my pants. It was seriously funny. I doubt he'll ever recover from this and will remain terrified of the vacuum cleaner forever... Hahahahahah!
Happy Birthday, Big Boy!
My baby is FIVE today. How in the world did this happen? Seems like just last week I was holding him in my arms, wondering over his tiny little hands and feet. Wasn't it just a few days ago that he was learning to walk, all unsteady but with a big smile on his face? And I swear it was just yesterday that he was starting to talk, a few words at a time, but making sure we knew exactly what he was saying.
Now my baby is a big boy. He'll start Kindergarten in the fall. He's older now than Micah was on the day Aaron was born. It just doesn't seem possible.
So, happy birthday to my big boy! Love you, Aaron.
P. S. When I asked Aaron what kind of presents he wanted for his birthday he told me "Just look in my bedroom. Whatever you don't see, that's what I want." Not asking for much, is he? ;)
Now my baby is a big boy. He'll start Kindergarten in the fall. He's older now than Micah was on the day Aaron was born. It just doesn't seem possible.
So, happy birthday to my big boy! Love you, Aaron.
P. S. When I asked Aaron what kind of presents he wanted for his birthday he told me "Just look in my bedroom. Whatever you don't see, that's what I want." Not asking for much, is he? ;)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Adding to the Teen Angst
Yesterday I introduced Marissah to one of my all-time favorite songs: Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meat Loaf. Yes, I know it's cheesy, but it's high school memories! I've often told people that one of the reasons I knew Mike was the right man for me is that he didn't scoff at my Meat Loaf CDs and instead sang along.
Not only did Marissah hate the song ("It's stupid."), but she became quite embarrassed, even blushing a lovely shade of red, when I began singing it in the commissary. Hahahahahah! Ah yes, I now have a weapon.
Each and every time she got sassy with me last night I started to sing. "I can see paradise by the dashboard light...." Amazingly enough, this works well. I love it!
Not only did Marissah hate the song ("It's stupid."), but she became quite embarrassed, even blushing a lovely shade of red, when I began singing it in the commissary. Hahahahahah! Ah yes, I now have a weapon.
Each and every time she got sassy with me last night I started to sing. "I can see paradise by the dashboard light...." Amazingly enough, this works well. I love it!
Friday, April 06, 2007
Book Review: On Call in Hell
On Call in Hell: A Doctor's Iraq War Story
by Cdr. Richard Jadick with Thomas Hayden
©2007
On Call in Hell is the account of Navy battalion surgeon Richard Jadick's experience in Iraq. From the relative calm of Haditha Dam to the Battle of Fallujah, Jadick and his corpsmen ran their makeshift trauma centers, trying valiantly to save the lives of young Marines. The book is an inside look into battlefield medicine and it's an incredible read. I'll never again look at corpsmen or Navy doctors in the same way. Highly recommended, even if you don't care for war accounts.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
From the Mouths of Babes.....
Aaron: Mom, close the window because I'm getting cold!
Me: The window isn't even open. It must be your imagination.
Aaron: Uhhhhh! I don't *have* an imagination! I only have an imagination if I have a big box!
(Still not sure where the big box comes in, but it's pretty funny!)
Me: The window isn't even open. It must be your imagination.
Aaron: Uhhhhh! I don't *have* an imagination! I only have an imagination if I have a big box!
(Still not sure where the big box comes in, but it's pretty funny!)
Stupid Bloody Birds!
I didn't get much sleep last night. It wasn't because of my kids, as you'd likely guess. Nooooooo. Instead I had some stupid-ass birds chirping outside my window all. night. long. Yes, during the night. When it's dark! Apparently these birds either have their days and nights mixed up (a la human babies) or they're currently working the night shift. Whatever it is, it better stop. I've had my windows open during the night because it's been nice and cool (compared to our daytime temps which are in the upper 80s already), but that's going to have to change if these effing birds don't shut up. I'm no bird-hater (unless they're flying near me and/or swooping, then all bets are off), but I'm more than tempted to buy a damn shotgun and let fly out my bedroom window. If nothing else maybe it would scare them off.
Stacie, wanna come have some target practice? We can tell Mom they were starlings........ Heh.
P. S. I really love that spellcheck didn't prompt me to correct "stupid-ass."
Stacie, wanna come have some target practice? We can tell Mom they were starlings........ Heh.
P. S. I really love that spellcheck didn't prompt me to correct "stupid-ass."
Sunday, April 01, 2007
It Should Be a National Holiday!
Yes, it's Opening Day! If you don't know what I'm talking about you have no business being an American and that's final. Baseball season opens today and this day should be celebrated like Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July. In fact, I think we can just scrap Columbus Day and celebrate Opening Day instead. Ah, when I'm Queen of the Universe things will be different.
As I was catching up with rosters in the paper today, I found that I must remain a Yankees fan. Now, I'm always a Twins fan. Forever. But I change my other team allegiances based on players. I only became a Yankees fan because Chuck Knoblauch played for them. Of course, along the way I also became an Andy Pettite fan. I love Derek Jeter (my God, who doesn't?) and Doug Mientkiewicz has been a favorite since he played for the Twins. So, what's a girl to do when Pettite, Jeter and Mientkiewicz all play for the Yankees, along with Mariano Rivera and Johnny Damon? Well, she's gotta stay a Yankees fan! Ah......
As I was catching up with rosters in the paper today, I found that I must remain a Yankees fan. Now, I'm always a Twins fan. Forever. But I change my other team allegiances based on players. I only became a Yankees fan because Chuck Knoblauch played for them. Of course, along the way I also became an Andy Pettite fan. I love Derek Jeter (my God, who doesn't?) and Doug Mientkiewicz has been a favorite since he played for the Twins. So, what's a girl to do when Pettite, Jeter and Mientkiewicz all play for the Yankees, along with Mariano Rivera and Johnny Damon? Well, she's gotta stay a Yankees fan! Ah......
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Things I'll Miss about the South
Admittedly, there aren't many things I'll miss about the South, but there are a few.....
1. Spring. Yes, spring is gorgeous everywhere, but it's especially beautiful here. Right now the trees are blossoming, including the pink dogwoods, and the air smells heavenly. This area may have nothing else going for it, but it sure is pretty in the spring.
2. Two words: sweet tea. If you've never had it, try it. But only if you can get the real thing. Ordering an iced tea and then adding sugar is not the same. If you want an easy recipe for true Southern sweet tea let me know. It takes five minutes to make it and it's delish! I can make this at home no matter where I live, but there is something so right about being able to order this in any restaurant with my meal. I never order soda when we go out to eat, only sweet tea. Yum!
3. The food. Yes, I know it's not good for me. No one should eat green beans with bacon every night of the week. No one needs fried green tomatoes more than once or twice a year. But I'm pretty sure it's going to be damn hard to find either of these things in Granolaland (aka California), never mind the more unfamiliar delicacies like fried chicken livers (don't knock them until you've tried them!). Of course, it's pretty damn hard to find decent seafood, sushi or Mexican food here, which I know are abundant in California. I guess I'll survive.
4. Thunderstorms. San Diego doesn't get those. Well, maybe once a year they get thunder, but it's short-lived and never really amounts to anything. Here we get these about once a week from April to November. This is also why there are real flowers that grow in Memphis and not just freeway daisies, as in San Diego (unless, of course, you spend your entire paycheck paying the water bill for your garden).
And that's it. Four whole things I'm going to miss about the South. Wow. I could probably write for two days about all the things I won't miss, but I'll save that for later. ;)
1. Spring. Yes, spring is gorgeous everywhere, but it's especially beautiful here. Right now the trees are blossoming, including the pink dogwoods, and the air smells heavenly. This area may have nothing else going for it, but it sure is pretty in the spring.
2. Two words: sweet tea. If you've never had it, try it. But only if you can get the real thing. Ordering an iced tea and then adding sugar is not the same. If you want an easy recipe for true Southern sweet tea let me know. It takes five minutes to make it and it's delish! I can make this at home no matter where I live, but there is something so right about being able to order this in any restaurant with my meal. I never order soda when we go out to eat, only sweet tea. Yum!
3. The food. Yes, I know it's not good for me. No one should eat green beans with bacon every night of the week. No one needs fried green tomatoes more than once or twice a year. But I'm pretty sure it's going to be damn hard to find either of these things in Granolaland (aka California), never mind the more unfamiliar delicacies like fried chicken livers (don't knock them until you've tried them!). Of course, it's pretty damn hard to find decent seafood, sushi or Mexican food here, which I know are abundant in California. I guess I'll survive.
4. Thunderstorms. San Diego doesn't get those. Well, maybe once a year they get thunder, but it's short-lived and never really amounts to anything. Here we get these about once a week from April to November. This is also why there are real flowers that grow in Memphis and not just freeway daisies, as in San Diego (unless, of course, you spend your entire paycheck paying the water bill for your garden).
And that's it. Four whole things I'm going to miss about the South. Wow. I could probably write for two days about all the things I won't miss, but I'll save that for later. ;)
My New Discovery
Ever since learning the nutrition content of my beloved Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks, I've felt guilty every time I've ordered it. Today I tried something new: Iced Passion Tea. Oh my word is it good!!!! And it's a mere 80 calories. Plus, it's nearly 80 degrees here today. I'm not in the mood for hot coffee. It was also cheap-$1.91 for a grande! :)
Career Women
Two of my favorite women in the whole world are moving up the career ladder. My sister has taken a new job with her company. Something about risk management and analysis and other things that made my eyes glaze over. Woo hoo! And Meircee has a tentative offer to move up in her job to a great position with lots and lots of room for advancement and someone who sounds like a great boss. Congratulations to my favorite working girls! :)
Friday, March 09, 2007
23 Days!
Just 23 more days until baseball season opens! Woo hoo!!!!!! No teams held my interest well last season, but this year I'll start following The Padres since they're going to be my "home team" again. I always keep track of The Twins, of course. Maybe this year I can have a Padres/Twins World Series and go watch the game at the stupidest-named baseball park in the world. You do have to love a ballpark with a view of the ocean, though.
Whenever I watch a ballgame, I think of Mike's Grandma Sandi. She was a baseball junkie, too. But she took her addiction to extremes. Three televisions in the living room, all tuned to a different game, plus the radio broadcast of one game (usually the Twins) in her ear. I bet she doesn't have to settle for just three games at a time anymore. ;)
Whenever I watch a ballgame, I think of Mike's Grandma Sandi. She was a baseball junkie, too. But she took her addiction to extremes. Three televisions in the living room, all tuned to a different game, plus the radio broadcast of one game (usually the Twins) in her ear. I bet she doesn't have to settle for just three games at a time anymore. ;)
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Too Good to be True!
Aaron told me today that if I buy him a television for his bedroom he'll move out of my house. I asked him where he was going to go live and he told me: "A blue house that you don't live in."
I think I need to go buy a TV. Or three......
I think I need to go buy a TV. Or three......
Monday, March 05, 2007
I had a dream.......
No, not that kind of dream. I had a really weird dream. Anyone who knows me knows this is nothing new. I have always had strange dreams and that will probably never change.
Last night I had a dream that Mike and I were in bed watching Wonder Woman. Where the hell Wonder Woman came into play I have no idea, although my sister used to have Wonder Woman Underoos when she was little (sorry, Stace, I had to mention that!). Anyway, I fell asleep whilst watching Wonder Woman but was rudely awakened later by this flashing light in my bedroom. In my dream, I investigated and learned that someone had broken into my house and installed a strobe light in my bedroom. Hm......
But THEN! I was awake and telling Mike that I had a strange dream that someone had installed a strobe light in our room. He laughed at me and I went back to sleep......
Only to wake up and find him still awake, watching TV. Turns out, I dreamt that I dreamt someone installed a strobe light in my bedroom. And the strobe light was (drum roll please...) the television, of course. I have a history of dragging little slices of reality into my dreams (just ask Meircee about the time I dreamt that the FBI was on CNN saying they had found Elvis and I was positive that it was real). But, to my knowledge, I've never before dreamed of dreaming.
And why would I dream about Wonder Woman when we were watching Goodfellas when I fell asleep?! Do I subconsciously think Joe Pesci resembles Lynda Carter? Hmmmm.......
Last night I had a dream that Mike and I were in bed watching Wonder Woman. Where the hell Wonder Woman came into play I have no idea, although my sister used to have Wonder Woman Underoos when she was little (sorry, Stace, I had to mention that!). Anyway, I fell asleep whilst watching Wonder Woman but was rudely awakened later by this flashing light in my bedroom. In my dream, I investigated and learned that someone had broken into my house and installed a strobe light in my bedroom. Hm......
But THEN! I was awake and telling Mike that I had a strange dream that someone had installed a strobe light in our room. He laughed at me and I went back to sleep......
Only to wake up and find him still awake, watching TV. Turns out, I dreamt that I dreamt someone installed a strobe light in my bedroom. And the strobe light was (drum roll please...) the television, of course. I have a history of dragging little slices of reality into my dreams (just ask Meircee about the time I dreamt that the FBI was on CNN saying they had found Elvis and I was positive that it was real). But, to my knowledge, I've never before dreamed of dreaming.
And why would I dream about Wonder Woman when we were watching Goodfellas when I fell asleep?! Do I subconsciously think Joe Pesci resembles Lynda Carter? Hmmmm.......
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
True Blood!
HBO is doing a series based on Charlaine Harris' Sookie Stackhouse series. It's called True Blood and it's scheduled to debut in the fall 2007 line-up.
The only time I've ever subscribed to HBO (or any other movie channel) is when we got them all free for the first three months after we got DirecTV. But I'll be signing up in time for this show! The books are great-campy and funny, not too terribly serious. I can't wait!
The only time I've ever subscribed to HBO (or any other movie channel) is when we got them all free for the first three months after we got DirecTV. But I'll be signing up in time for this show! The books are great-campy and funny, not too terribly serious. I can't wait!
Monday, February 26, 2007
Overheard
Aaron, picking up about 20 pennies I had cleaned out of my purse: Money! Me and Micah are stinkin' rich now!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Haven't done a meme in a while.......
1. What time do you get up in the morning?
5:30
2. Diamonds or Pearls?
Diamonds
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Cars
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Anderson Cooper 360 and Larry King Live
5. What do you normally have for breakfast?
Coffee
6. What is your middle name?
Lynne
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Sushi
8. What food do you most dislike?
Liver
9. What is your favorite chip?
Old Dutch Dill Pickle
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?
I don't listen to CDs much. Lately I'm loving Josh Ritter and David Gray.
11. What kind of car do you drive?
Chrysler Town and Country
12. What is your favorite sandwich?
Reuben
13. Qualities I despise most in other people are…
Hypocrisy
14. What are your favorite clothes?
pajamas
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would it be?
Paris. Well, all of Europe, really
16. What color are your eyes?
Hazel
17. What is your favorite brand of clothing?
Don't have a favorite
18. Where would you want to retire?
San Diego or LA
19. What is your favorite time of day?
afternoon
20. Where were you born?
Litchfield, MN
21. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Baseball
22. Sock Sock, Shoe Shoe or Sock Shoe, Sock Shoe?
sock sock, shoe shoe
23. Cash, credit card or debit card?
debit card. Can't remember the last time I used a credit card.
24. Pepsi or Coke?
Pepsi
25. Cats or Dogs?
Dogs, definitely.
26. Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Night owl
27. Pedicure or manicure?
Manicure.
28. Do you prefer funny or mushy cards?
Funny
29. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone?
We're moving back to San Diego!
30. What did you want to be when you were little?
A teacher.
31. What do you have in your trunk right now?
I don't have a "trunk," but in the cargo area of my van is my handy-dandy roadside assistance bag that Mike bought me. As if I'm *ever* going to change my own tire. Ha!
32. What is your best childhood memory?
Going for rides with my mom and dad.
33. What are some of the different jobs you have had in your life?
Nursing assistant, bakery cashier (I also sliced bread and cleaned cases), grocery store cashier, news monitor, library clerk.
34. What is your favorite Holiday?
Christmas
35. What is your favorite dessert?
Brownies
36. Where is your favorite get-away?
My bedroom.
37. Have you ever been to Africa?
No.
38. Glasses or Contacts?
Glasses when I bother to wear them.
39. Have you ever been toilet papering?
Nope.
40. Have you ever been in a car accident?
Once, but I wasn't driving.
41. What is your favorite day of the week?
Monday.
42. What is your favorite restaurant?
Chile Peppers in San Diego.
43. Favorite flower?
home-grown roses and lilacs.
44. Favorite movies?
Lonesome Dove, Top Gun, the Godfather, Good Will Hunting.
45. Favorite Past time?
Reading
46. Favorite ice cream?
Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup
47. Favorite fast food restaurant?
Burger King and In 'N Out Burger
48. How many times did you fail your drivers test?
Once
49. From whom did you get your last email?
Meircee
50. Sandals or tennis shoes?
Sandals
51. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
Barnes and Noble or Target
52. If the speed limit is 60, what is the fastest you normally drive?
70
53. What is your bedtime?
Usually in bed by 9:30 and asleep by 10:30, but sometimes earlier.
54. Whose response to this are you most curious about?
Don't know.....
55. Last person you went to dinner with?
Mike
56. What are you listening to right now?
The Oscars
57. What is your favorite color?
Purple
58. How many tattoos do you have?
None, but next time I go to Hawaii I'm getting a yellow plumeria tattooed *somewhere.
59. Smooth or crunch peanut butter?
crunchy
60. What is your favorite drink?
coffee
5:30
2. Diamonds or Pearls?
Diamonds
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Cars
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Anderson Cooper 360 and Larry King Live
5. What do you normally have for breakfast?
Coffee
6. What is your middle name?
Lynne
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Sushi
8. What food do you most dislike?
Liver
9. What is your favorite chip?
Old Dutch Dill Pickle
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?
I don't listen to CDs much. Lately I'm loving Josh Ritter and David Gray.
11. What kind of car do you drive?
Chrysler Town and Country
12. What is your favorite sandwich?
Reuben
13. Qualities I despise most in other people are…
Hypocrisy
14. What are your favorite clothes?
pajamas
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would it be?
Paris. Well, all of Europe, really
16. What color are your eyes?
Hazel
17. What is your favorite brand of clothing?
Don't have a favorite
18. Where would you want to retire?
San Diego or LA
19. What is your favorite time of day?
afternoon
20. Where were you born?
Litchfield, MN
21. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Baseball
22. Sock Sock, Shoe Shoe or Sock Shoe, Sock Shoe?
sock sock, shoe shoe
23. Cash, credit card or debit card?
debit card. Can't remember the last time I used a credit card.
24. Pepsi or Coke?
Pepsi
25. Cats or Dogs?
Dogs, definitely.
26. Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Night owl
27. Pedicure or manicure?
Manicure.
28. Do you prefer funny or mushy cards?
Funny
29. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone?
We're moving back to San Diego!
30. What did you want to be when you were little?
A teacher.
31. What do you have in your trunk right now?
I don't have a "trunk," but in the cargo area of my van is my handy-dandy roadside assistance bag that Mike bought me. As if I'm *ever* going to change my own tire. Ha!
32. What is your best childhood memory?
Going for rides with my mom and dad.
33. What are some of the different jobs you have had in your life?
Nursing assistant, bakery cashier (I also sliced bread and cleaned cases), grocery store cashier, news monitor, library clerk.
34. What is your favorite Holiday?
Christmas
35. What is your favorite dessert?
Brownies
36. Where is your favorite get-away?
My bedroom.
37. Have you ever been to Africa?
No.
38. Glasses or Contacts?
Glasses when I bother to wear them.
39. Have you ever been toilet papering?
Nope.
40. Have you ever been in a car accident?
Once, but I wasn't driving.
41. What is your favorite day of the week?
Monday.
42. What is your favorite restaurant?
Chile Peppers in San Diego.
43. Favorite flower?
home-grown roses and lilacs.
44. Favorite movies?
Lonesome Dove, Top Gun, the Godfather, Good Will Hunting.
45. Favorite Past time?
Reading
46. Favorite ice cream?
Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup
47. Favorite fast food restaurant?
Burger King and In 'N Out Burger
48. How many times did you fail your drivers test?
Once
49. From whom did you get your last email?
Meircee
50. Sandals or tennis shoes?
Sandals
51. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
Barnes and Noble or Target
52. If the speed limit is 60, what is the fastest you normally drive?
70
53. What is your bedtime?
Usually in bed by 9:30 and asleep by 10:30, but sometimes earlier.
54. Whose response to this are you most curious about?
Don't know.....
55. Last person you went to dinner with?
Mike
56. What are you listening to right now?
The Oscars
57. What is your favorite color?
Purple
58. How many tattoos do you have?
None, but next time I go to Hawaii I'm getting a yellow plumeria tattooed *somewhere.
59. Smooth or crunch peanut butter?
crunchy
60. What is your favorite drink?
coffee
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Why I Love Thrift Stores
Anyone who knows me knows I love shopping at thrift stores. There was a great one on the Marine Corps base in San Diego I got so many nice things at. The stuff there was extremely cheap (I'm talking yard sale prices), and Meircee and I once walked out of there with two plastic trash bags full of stuff (we bought stuff for our kids, too!).
My love for thrift stores remains and today was a banner day! I got the entire Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris. Only one of these was not a signed copy. I also got all but one of the Lily Bard series by the same author and both of the books in her Harper Connelly series (only one signed).
I also snagged myself a cute little pair of It's Happy Bunny pajama bottoms. But my favorite purchase of the day was a Kate Spade handbag. I'd never be able to afford one of these new, but I can have a slightly used one for $10 from the Goodwill! :O) It was a little dirty, but it cleaned right up and it's gorgeous! I'm in love.....
My love for thrift stores remains and today was a banner day! I got the entire Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris. Only one of these was not a signed copy. I also got all but one of the Lily Bard series by the same author and both of the books in her Harper Connelly series (only one signed).
I also snagged myself a cute little pair of It's Happy Bunny pajama bottoms. But my favorite purchase of the day was a Kate Spade handbag. I'd never be able to afford one of these new, but I can have a slightly used one for $10 from the Goodwill! :O) It was a little dirty, but it cleaned right up and it's gorgeous! I'm in love.....
Monday, February 19, 2007
Random Thoughts at the End of a Long Day
Finished a great book by a favorite writer today. The Dead Place is the sixth in the Ben Cooper/Diane Fry series set in the Peak District in England. This series is so incredibly good. If you want the list of titles, check out the author's website Stephen Booth.
The book made me curious enough to do some web searching on green burials. Needless to say, I'm intrigued. Very interesting!
We're spending part of our tax return on a new computer for the kids. I'm thoroughly sick and tired of sharing mine with them. The new computer will reside upstairs in the computer room, while my computer resides here in the living room. Ah, peace and quiet.
The weather has finally warmed up here. We actually hit 60 degrees today! Woo hoo! To celebrate I grilled steaks for dinner. Yum! It's supposed to be nearly 70 tomorrow, but it's also going to rain.
At dinner, Marissah reported that her brothers messed up her room after she cleaned it today. The boys denied it, claiming "the aliens" did it. As I pointed out to Marissah, her brothers look enough like aliens for that to be possible. They didn't deny that!
Tomorrow the big kids go back to school and I can regain some sanity and get my house clean. Happy day!
The book made me curious enough to do some web searching on green burials. Needless to say, I'm intrigued. Very interesting!
We're spending part of our tax return on a new computer for the kids. I'm thoroughly sick and tired of sharing mine with them. The new computer will reside upstairs in the computer room, while my computer resides here in the living room. Ah, peace and quiet.
The weather has finally warmed up here. We actually hit 60 degrees today! Woo hoo! To celebrate I grilled steaks for dinner. Yum! It's supposed to be nearly 70 tomorrow, but it's also going to rain.
At dinner, Marissah reported that her brothers messed up her room after she cleaned it today. The boys denied it, claiming "the aliens" did it. As I pointed out to Marissah, her brothers look enough like aliens for that to be possible. They didn't deny that!
Tomorrow the big kids go back to school and I can regain some sanity and get my house clean. Happy day!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Back to San Diego
Well, as my little "Where Do You Belong?" link on the right says, I belong in San Diego. Funny thing, when Mike did that quiz he got San Diego, too. So is it any wonder he's taken orders to a ship there?
The USS Makin Island will be Mike's next ship. It's not commissioned yet-still being finished in Pascagoula, Mississippi.
You all know how happy I am to be going back to San Diego. I have missed it so much. No more rednecks, no more extreme heat, no more worthless schools for my poor kids. I can't wait. Still no real idea as to when we'll be leaving, but probably in December.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I smell goooood!
I just got out of the tub, and I smell fantastic thanks to Bathed and Infused. If you've never heard of them, check 'em out. Great smelling products for the bath (body wash, lotion, perfume) at great prices. Who can resist a perfume called Bad Puppy (smells like green grass, dirt and iris petals-much better than it sounds) or Grapenuts (a blend of grapefruit and coconut)? They have hundreds of scents, including designer dupes (the big names like Britney Spears and Prada and places like Bath and Body Works). If you can imagine the scent, they have it. Honest!
I just received my second order since my dear sister got me hooked and I am still impressed. I've loved every scent I've tried, so far. If you're a little more worried there's a discussion forum where users post reviews of the scents they've tried.
If you email me I can refer you and you'll get 10% off your first order (and I'll get some points so I can continue to feed my new addiction).
I just received my second order since my dear sister got me hooked and I am still impressed. I've loved every scent I've tried, so far. If you're a little more worried there's a discussion forum where users post reviews of the scents they've tried.
If you email me I can refer you and you'll get 10% off your first order (and I'll get some points so I can continue to feed my new addiction).
Friday, February 09, 2007
No Longer Anonymous
I've always been secretly proud of the fact that the staff of my local Starbucks doesn't know me. See, if they don't recognize me when I come in, or have my order already started before I place it, that means I'm not the Starbucks equivalent of a crack ho. Right?
Well, that changed today. Aaron and I were standing in line and the place was packed, plus the drive-thru line was eight cars long (which is why we went inside). I was minding my own business, helping Aaron pick which cookie he wanted, when the barrista came by and said: "Grande Peppermint Mocha, right?" I was stunned, but not so stunned that I couldn't tell her to make it a venti instead (it's cold and sleeting outside).
So that's it. She may have had to ask for my name, but she knew my drink. I'm no longer a nameless, faceless coffee drinker. I'm a regular. An addict. A Starbucks ho. I'm not ashamed, though. I haven't yet started selling my body for a fix so it's all good.
Well, that changed today. Aaron and I were standing in line and the place was packed, plus the drive-thru line was eight cars long (which is why we went inside). I was minding my own business, helping Aaron pick which cookie he wanted, when the barrista came by and said: "Grande Peppermint Mocha, right?" I was stunned, but not so stunned that I couldn't tell her to make it a venti instead (it's cold and sleeting outside).
So that's it. She may have had to ask for my name, but she knew my drink. I'm no longer a nameless, faceless coffee drinker. I'm a regular. An addict. A Starbucks ho. I'm not ashamed, though. I haven't yet started selling my body for a fix so it's all good.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Snip, snip!
Tomorrow Doc is going to the vet to be neutered. Pray for me that this will cure him of his little humping addiction. ;) Marissah's friend, who is an 11-year-old girl, tells me this will rob Doc of his dignity. Bahahahahaha! I don't know which is funnier, the thought of Doc having any dignity (see humping addiction) or the sound of this little 11-year-old lecturing me.
Anywho, when I told Aaron that Doc was going to the vet tomorrow he asked why. I told him the vet was going to cut off Doc's testicles. (Why yes, I am an evil, sick, deranged mother). He asked what testicles were and I told him. And then he said: "I don't wanna go with you then." LMAO! This child always wants to go everywhere with me. Guess not if it involves testicles and scalpels, though.
Anywho, when I told Aaron that Doc was going to the vet tomorrow he asked why. I told him the vet was going to cut off Doc's testicles. (Why yes, I am an evil, sick, deranged mother). He asked what testicles were and I told him. And then he said: "I don't wanna go with you then." LMAO! This child always wants to go everywhere with me. Guess not if it involves testicles and scalpels, though.
I was sleeping blissfully this morning when I woke up. I had heard something. And there it was again. My baby, screaming "Mom! Mom!" I jumped out of bed and ran into the boys' room. Aaron was sitting up in bed. I asked him what was wrong.
"Marissah is in our room!" he said.
I looked around, doubtfully. There was no one but Micah in the room with him and he was dead asleep.
"Marissah's not here, honey. Go back to sleep," I told him.
"Will you get me some water?" he whined.
I got him some water. When I brought it back to him he told me Marissah was in Micah's bed, under the covers. This led me to remove all of the blankets (and there were several) covering Micah and showing Aaron that Marissah was not, in fact, in his bed. He seemed satisfied and went back to sleep. I, on the other hand, was up for a good half hour after that, trying to get my heart to beat normally again. Nothing like being woke from a dead sleep by your child screaming to get the blood flowing, huh?
I'm still trying to figure out why on earth he thought Marissah was in their bedroom, much less in Micah's bed. And why would that be so earth-shattering as to wake me at 3:30 a.m.? Did I mention that I was the only one who woke up when he screamed? Everyone else continued to sleep like the dead, including Micah, who was a whole three feet from Aaron.
And as further punishment, Aaron is wide awake as I write this.....at 6:35 a.m. It's going to be a long day.......
"Marissah is in our room!" he said.
I looked around, doubtfully. There was no one but Micah in the room with him and he was dead asleep.
"Marissah's not here, honey. Go back to sleep," I told him.
"Will you get me some water?" he whined.
I got him some water. When I brought it back to him he told me Marissah was in Micah's bed, under the covers. This led me to remove all of the blankets (and there were several) covering Micah and showing Aaron that Marissah was not, in fact, in his bed. He seemed satisfied and went back to sleep. I, on the other hand, was up for a good half hour after that, trying to get my heart to beat normally again. Nothing like being woke from a dead sleep by your child screaming to get the blood flowing, huh?
I'm still trying to figure out why on earth he thought Marissah was in their bedroom, much less in Micah's bed. And why would that be so earth-shattering as to wake me at 3:30 a.m.? Did I mention that I was the only one who woke up when he screamed? Everyone else continued to sleep like the dead, including Micah, who was a whole three feet from Aaron.
And as further punishment, Aaron is wide awake as I write this.....at 6:35 a.m. It's going to be a long day.......
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Overheard......
Aaron, standing on the couch: Micah! I'm the king of the world! (loses his balance and sits down, hard) Well, I'm almost the king of the world.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
January Book Review
Disco for the Departedby Colin Cotterill
©2006 247 p.
Soho Press
Dr. Siri Paiboun is the reluctant national coroner for the People's Democratic Republic of Laos. Set in 1977, while the country is still acclimating itself to the new communist government, Dr. Siri and his morgue employees attempt to solve the mysteries that come their way. Disco for the Departed is the third book in this wonderful series. Dr. Siri and Nurse Dtui are summoned to the province of Huaphan to investigate a body found buried under concrete. Meanwhile, Mr. Geung, the morgue attendant, has an adventure of his own.
Disco is witty and sly, with a nice dose of mysticism to tantalize and entertain. The characters are wonderfully drawn and readers get a real sense of Laos. Fans of slightly out of the ordinary mysteries should not miss this series, which includes The Coroner's Lunch and Thirty Three Teeth. As always, I recommend reading the series in order.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
My weird dog
OK, it's official. My puppy, Doc, is weird. A couple weeks ago, Doc was just acting strange toward me. He was growling at me and backing away whenever he got close to me. I called for Mike and he thought I had something on my hands that Doc didn't like the smell of, so I washed them. No improvement-he was still growling and backing away like he was terrified. The only thing I could think of was my sweater. It was new, never worn before. I hadn't washed it because it's cashmere. I took it off and Doc still growled at my arms, but nothing like what he did when Mike held the sweater for Doc to smell. He was scared of my sweater. I'm thinking he can smell those goats or something and he (obviously) doesn't like it. LOL
This morning I put on an angora blend sweater because it's freezing here. Well, reverse the reaction to the cashmere sweater. I thought the puppy was going to eat me right along with my sweater. He was just nuts over it! So, for future reference: goats=bad, rabbits=good.
This morning I put on an angora blend sweater because it's freezing here. Well, reverse the reaction to the cashmere sweater. I thought the puppy was going to eat me right along with my sweater. He was just nuts over it! So, for future reference: goats=bad, rabbits=good.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Winter Weather Whine
Micah finished his science fair project last night (which snack is more nutritious-PopTarts, granola bars or popcorn) and had to take it to school this morning. Instead of making him lug the big half-moving box I decided I'd drive him.
I went out to start the car about 15 minutes before we had to leave and when we got out there the windows still weren't clear. ACK! For the first time in six years (since we lived in Great Lakes), I had to scrape my windows. Do I even own a scraper??? Nooooooo, of course not! I remember scraping my windshield with my driver's license back in the days when I was young and too dumb to think I needed a scraper. It somehow didn't seem right to desecrate my California drivers license with frost, though, so an old, used up Starbucks card had to suffice. I certainly wasn't going to risk my debit card or either of my library cards, was I?????? Besides, I'm sure Starbucks has new designs on their cards for Valentine's Day, right?
The boys were mesmerized by the frost everywhere. Micah is sure this means it's going to snow today (hate to disappoint him, but only COLD is in the forecast) and Aaron mistakenly thought I said "frosting," which I guess is pretty appropriate.
After we dropped Micah off, there was only one thing to do. It was time for a Starbucks run. After all, I was cold and I needed to replace that card. Right?
I'm not safely ensconced in my nice warm house (well, relatively speaking) with a grande Peppermint Mocha and the half of Aaron's cranberry orange muffin he didn't eat and a brand spankin' new Starbucks card with a Valentine's motif. Life is good, but it would be better if it wasn't so damn cold!
I went out to start the car about 15 minutes before we had to leave and when we got out there the windows still weren't clear. ACK! For the first time in six years (since we lived in Great Lakes), I had to scrape my windows. Do I even own a scraper??? Nooooooo, of course not! I remember scraping my windshield with my driver's license back in the days when I was young and too dumb to think I needed a scraper. It somehow didn't seem right to desecrate my California drivers license with frost, though, so an old, used up Starbucks card had to suffice. I certainly wasn't going to risk my debit card or either of my library cards, was I?????? Besides, I'm sure Starbucks has new designs on their cards for Valentine's Day, right?
The boys were mesmerized by the frost everywhere. Micah is sure this means it's going to snow today (hate to disappoint him, but only COLD is in the forecast) and Aaron mistakenly thought I said "frosting," which I guess is pretty appropriate.
After we dropped Micah off, there was only one thing to do. It was time for a Starbucks run. After all, I was cold and I needed to replace that card. Right?
I'm not safely ensconced in my nice warm house (well, relatively speaking) with a grande Peppermint Mocha and the half of Aaron's cranberry orange muffin he didn't eat and a brand spankin' new Starbucks card with a Valentine's motif. Life is good, but it would be better if it wasn't so damn cold!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Help Me Out!
Mike and I (okay, I mostly) want to take a vacation in April. No kids, nothing too terribly touristy. Mostly, I want to sit on a beach somewhere and vegetate. I suggested Florida's Gulf Coast. Mike has no desire to go there. But then he says he doesn't care where we go. So, anyone have any suggestions? (Thanks for suggesting Sacramento, Meircee, but you have no beach!!!! Love you!)
I'm sad.....
Yesterday I learned that one of my favorite authors passed away. This wasn't just any old author to me-this was Barbara Seranella, author of the Munch Mancini mysteries. I knew Barbara from an online mystery group I participate in and I can tell you that she was a wonderful, genuine human being. I never got to meet her in person, but I will miss her anyway.
Barbara's books feature Miranda "Munch" Mancini, a mechanic who is also a recovering drug addict. In the beginning of the first book in the series, Munch is trying to start over-off the booze and drugs and away from her wild life-when her father is murdered and she is considered a prime suspect. Barbara's writing got better as she went-and it was excellent from the beginning. Do me a favor and look for at least one of them. You won't regret it.
Barbara's books feature Miranda "Munch" Mancini, a mechanic who is also a recovering drug addict. In the beginning of the first book in the series, Munch is trying to start over-off the booze and drugs and away from her wild life-when her father is murdered and she is considered a prime suspect. Barbara's writing got better as she went-and it was excellent from the beginning. Do me a favor and look for at least one of them. You won't regret it.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Sickies-Part Deux
Today is the first day I haven't had everyone home sick since the weekend. Do I have to tell you I was losing my ever-lovin' mind???
Micah is still home. He finally isn't running a temp, but he's still exhausted. He slept over 13 hours last night-and that's the fifth night in a row for that!
And me? I still haven't gotten sick. I felt crappy on Tuesday, but it never amounted to anything. Must be my exceptional physical condition and the attention I pay to my all-around well-being. Bahahahahahahahahahahahah!
Micah is still home. He finally isn't running a temp, but he's still exhausted. He slept over 13 hours last night-and that's the fifth night in a row for that!
And me? I still haven't gotten sick. I felt crappy on Tuesday, but it never amounted to anything. Must be my exceptional physical condition and the attention I pay to my all-around well-being. Bahahahahahahahahahahahah!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Sickies
I've got two sick kids this weekend. Micah started complaining of a cough on Thursday, but it really hit him hard on Friday night. I gave him some Children's Tylenol Flu and he puked it right back up. Nice. Saturday morning I got up to find him sleeping on the couch at 9 am. Remember, this is the child who has to be medicated to sleep at night. Oh yeah, he's sick.
Micah took some Tylenol (but not the pukey stuff) and felt better shortly after. But by 4 pm Aaron was down and out. He napped on the couch for about 3 hours and when he woke up I tried to convince him to take some medicine. He wasn't biting, though. Aaron puked, no medication involved.
Today has been a battle. Aaron still won't take anything, so he's just staying on the couch and whimpering every once in a while. Micah feels better, but still has a fever. Mike has this crap, too, but I don't have to take care of him, thank God!
So far, Marissah and I have been lucky, but you know what's going to happen. Everyone is going to get well and then Mom will get sick. And who is going to take care of Mom?????? Hahahahahahahaha.......that's right! NO ONE!!!!!!
Lucky me. Being a mom is highly over-rated.......
Micah took some Tylenol (but not the pukey stuff) and felt better shortly after. But by 4 pm Aaron was down and out. He napped on the couch for about 3 hours and when he woke up I tried to convince him to take some medicine. He wasn't biting, though. Aaron puked, no medication involved.
Today has been a battle. Aaron still won't take anything, so he's just staying on the couch and whimpering every once in a while. Micah feels better, but still has a fever. Mike has this crap, too, but I don't have to take care of him, thank God!
So far, Marissah and I have been lucky, but you know what's going to happen. Everyone is going to get well and then Mom will get sick. And who is going to take care of Mom?????? Hahahahahahahaha.......that's right! NO ONE!!!!!!
Lucky me. Being a mom is highly over-rated.......
Monday, January 08, 2007
Justifiable Homicide
I'm contemplating homicide tonight. Or maybe just assault. Whatever it is, you can be sure it will be felonious and it will hurt. A lot.
I left the house at 3:30 this afternoon to pick up a few things from Wal-Mart. Marissah came with me because she needed some stuff for a school project. I should preface all of this by saying I am extremely tired today. I haven't slept well in a few days and it's catching up with me.
On our way to Wal-Mart Marissah explained to me that she can't just bring two things on her list to school, because then she'll only get two extra points. You see, they are making an edible cell model and the teacher gave them a list of supplies she needs. I told Marissah I was sure she didn't need ALL of that stuff, but she insisted she did. And those extra points are why. For each item on the list that the kids bring in they get an extra point on their grade. 15 items total on the list and you get 15 extra points. That's a HUGE difference when it comes to a project or test. My beef is that I'm essentially *buying* her grade. There is NO WAY the teacher needs all 24 kids to bring a package of paper plates. Or a pack of Dixie cups. Or a freaking package of gumballs. Gimme a freaking break.
We got all our stuff at Wal-Mart and went to check out. I went to swipe my debit card only to find it wasn't there. In fact, my entire wallet seemed to be missing. #%(*#Q&%*(#Q)*^$ And that is exactly what I said! The cashier at Wal-Mart was kind enough to say she'd hold my stuff, but I was pretty sure she wouldn't. This is Wal-Mart. In Tennessee. Need I say more? Besides, I had bigger things to worry about. Namely how I was going to get onto the secured base without my military ID.
I don't know any of the sentries on base, but there are some who are more friendly than others. You know I didn't get one of the friendly ones, right? Oh no, never happen. I got this runty little guy who apparently thought I was scamming him. I explained my predicament and he asked all kinds of questions (including where my husband works and if I have stickers on my van---as if he couldn't see the stickers right in front of his beady little eyes). Finally he told me to wait a minute, but not before he asked to see my driver's license (it's in the wallet with my freaking ID you moron!). I thought he was going to get something or someone to sign me in, but he just went to wave a car from the adjacent parking lot through. Then he came back to my side of the road and waved me through. As I was driving past I said "Thank you!" and he yelled for me to stop. I kid you not, he said: "Whoa, where are you going in such a hurry?" I was just about ready to strangle him, but I kept my cool. He finally let me go, but gave me a lecture about how important it is to keep my information on me. @@ <-eye roll. When I finally got back to Wal-Mart I was just tickled to see that not only had my cashier kept my stuff out, but she had just suspended the transaction so it was super-fast. I've never received such good service in Wal-Mart before-in Tennessee or elsewhere-and I made sure she knew that.
Now I had just one last obstacle. I had to pass the Moronic Sentry before I could get home. I seriously considered going all the way around to the other gate, but it was already 5:00 and I had no desire to prolong this excursion any more than I already had.
By the time we hit the gate I already had my ID out of my wallet and my window down. I was hoping I could just slide on through, but of course he remembered me.
"Well," he said. "I see you found it."
"Actually, it was never lost," I told him. "I just forgot it."
"Aw, you were just playin' tricks on me, weren't you?" he said in a smarmy voice. I swear, he was flirting with me.
I didn't stick around for anything else. He could have called Shore Patrol on me and I wouldn't have cared. Talk about an asshole. Did I mention how short he was? Napoleon complex, for sure. Short people should never be given power positions.
I'm glad I made his day, glad he got a laugh and some entertainment at my expense. I'll be thinking of him tonight when it drops down below thirty degrees and he's still standing outside at that gate. And I'll be laughing, too.
I can guarantee you that is one sentry I'll never forget and he'll never get so much as a "have a nice day" from me again.
I left the house at 3:30 this afternoon to pick up a few things from Wal-Mart. Marissah came with me because she needed some stuff for a school project. I should preface all of this by saying I am extremely tired today. I haven't slept well in a few days and it's catching up with me.
On our way to Wal-Mart Marissah explained to me that she can't just bring two things on her list to school, because then she'll only get two extra points. You see, they are making an edible cell model and the teacher gave them a list of supplies she needs. I told Marissah I was sure she didn't need ALL of that stuff, but she insisted she did. And those extra points are why. For each item on the list that the kids bring in they get an extra point on their grade. 15 items total on the list and you get 15 extra points. That's a HUGE difference when it comes to a project or test. My beef is that I'm essentially *buying* her grade. There is NO WAY the teacher needs all 24 kids to bring a package of paper plates. Or a pack of Dixie cups. Or a freaking package of gumballs. Gimme a freaking break.
We got all our stuff at Wal-Mart and went to check out. I went to swipe my debit card only to find it wasn't there. In fact, my entire wallet seemed to be missing. #%(*#Q&%*(#Q)*^$ And that is exactly what I said! The cashier at Wal-Mart was kind enough to say she'd hold my stuff, but I was pretty sure she wouldn't. This is Wal-Mart. In Tennessee. Need I say more? Besides, I had bigger things to worry about. Namely how I was going to get onto the secured base without my military ID.
I don't know any of the sentries on base, but there are some who are more friendly than others. You know I didn't get one of the friendly ones, right? Oh no, never happen. I got this runty little guy who apparently thought I was scamming him. I explained my predicament and he asked all kinds of questions (including where my husband works and if I have stickers on my van---as if he couldn't see the stickers right in front of his beady little eyes). Finally he told me to wait a minute, but not before he asked to see my driver's license (it's in the wallet with my freaking ID you moron!). I thought he was going to get something or someone to sign me in, but he just went to wave a car from the adjacent parking lot through. Then he came back to my side of the road and waved me through. As I was driving past I said "Thank you!" and he yelled for me to stop. I kid you not, he said: "Whoa, where are you going in such a hurry?" I was just about ready to strangle him, but I kept my cool. He finally let me go, but gave me a lecture about how important it is to keep my information on me. @@ <-eye roll. When I finally got back to Wal-Mart I was just tickled to see that not only had my cashier kept my stuff out, but she had just suspended the transaction so it was super-fast. I've never received such good service in Wal-Mart before-in Tennessee or elsewhere-and I made sure she knew that.
Now I had just one last obstacle. I had to pass the Moronic Sentry before I could get home. I seriously considered going all the way around to the other gate, but it was already 5:00 and I had no desire to prolong this excursion any more than I already had.
By the time we hit the gate I already had my ID out of my wallet and my window down. I was hoping I could just slide on through, but of course he remembered me.
"Well," he said. "I see you found it."
"Actually, it was never lost," I told him. "I just forgot it."
"Aw, you were just playin' tricks on me, weren't you?" he said in a smarmy voice. I swear, he was flirting with me.
I didn't stick around for anything else. He could have called Shore Patrol on me and I wouldn't have cared. Talk about an asshole. Did I mention how short he was? Napoleon complex, for sure. Short people should never be given power positions.
I'm glad I made his day, glad he got a laugh and some entertainment at my expense. I'll be thinking of him tonight when it drops down below thirty degrees and he's still standing outside at that gate. And I'll be laughing, too.
I can guarantee you that is one sentry I'll never forget and he'll never get so much as a "have a nice day" from me again.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)