House hit by lightening. Not fun.
We lost power for six and half hours. Six and half hours of no lights, no sanity, no air conditioning. When the power came back on, I discovered:
My computer is now fried. I am now typing this on a borrowed laptop at the library. Not only is this thing slow, but I think it is also giving me scurvy.
In addition my computer, the storm also fried half of the electrical outlets in the house, our oven, our washing machine, our garage door openers, my router, my modem, a telephone, a television, our satellite and all of my patience.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Random
Quick post today- got my hands full. With what? Funny you should ask.
Had a new friend over today. They just moved here from Chicago, and she looks just like I did last summer. I talked her off the ledge and told her the heat does go away.... in December.
Why do I buy toys? Annie's new favorite thing to do is to make "snowballs" out of Matt's socks. We now have snow all over the house--- argyle, stripey, athletic sock snow.
Why do I buy them clothes? My kids refuse to wear anything at all. I would to if it was publicly acceptable. Nothing like your birthday suit when it's 95+ with 100% humidity.
Had a new friend over today. They just moved here from Chicago, and she looks just like I did last summer. I talked her off the ledge and told her the heat does go away.... in December.
Why do I buy toys? Annie's new favorite thing to do is to make "snowballs" out of Matt's socks. We now have snow all over the house--- argyle, stripey, athletic sock snow.
Why do I buy them clothes? My kids refuse to wear anything at all. I would to if it was publicly acceptable. Nothing like your birthday suit when it's 95+ with 100% humidity.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Floating Bio-Hazards
We tried to go swimming yesterday. By saying "tried" I mean that we got everyone in swimsuits, packed up some sandwiches, slathered everyone up with sunscreen, loaded everyone in the car, and then drove to the pool- only to discover it didn't open for another hour. This should have been my first clue we were not meant to do this.
After an hour, the pool opens, and we head inside. After an hour of play, my Lucy is ready to give it up and take a nap- and she lets us know by going completely boneless and wailing a high pitched scream that makes every dog in a 3 mile vicinity shake their ears. I'm so preoccupied with her, I don't notice the hullabaloo going on at the pool.
Suddenly, I see parents all around me, scurrying up their things and grabbing their cranky kids and making for the exit. I see the lifeguards drag out a huge vacuum, and start fighting with each other over who was going to use it. Then, my husband walks over and says "Hey, the pool's closed. Some kid took a huge poo and it will take 45 minutes to clean it up."
My question is- if it only takes 45 minutes to clean that up, who the hell goes in the pool afterwards? Not me! It will be WEEKS before I venture there again. After telling Annie for the umpteenth time that "no, you may not go over and see the poopie", we grab our things and go. On our way out the door, we see parents, in their swimsuits, lathered with sunscreen, just walking in. The guy at the desk tells them "Sorry, due to a floating bio-hazard, the pool will be closed for a hour." We giggled about that all the way home.
After an hour, the pool opens, and we head inside. After an hour of play, my Lucy is ready to give it up and take a nap- and she lets us know by going completely boneless and wailing a high pitched scream that makes every dog in a 3 mile vicinity shake their ears. I'm so preoccupied with her, I don't notice the hullabaloo going on at the pool.
Suddenly, I see parents all around me, scurrying up their things and grabbing their cranky kids and making for the exit. I see the lifeguards drag out a huge vacuum, and start fighting with each other over who was going to use it. Then, my husband walks over and says "Hey, the pool's closed. Some kid took a huge poo and it will take 45 minutes to clean it up."
My question is- if it only takes 45 minutes to clean that up, who the hell goes in the pool afterwards? Not me! It will be WEEKS before I venture there again. After telling Annie for the umpteenth time that "no, you may not go over and see the poopie", we grab our things and go. On our way out the door, we see parents, in their swimsuits, lathered with sunscreen, just walking in. The guy at the desk tells them "Sorry, due to a floating bio-hazard, the pool will be closed for a hour." We giggled about that all the way home.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Summer Time
Wow. I haven't had a summer like this since I was twelve. Since summer camp ended- we've spent every day at the pool, or the park, or someone's backyard. We pack our lunches in the morning, slather ourselves in sunscreen, and then go get dirty. REALLY DIRTY.
Today, I had to put the kids' bathing suits in the dryer when they napped. We spent all morning at a neighborhood pool, and then went to a backyard "messy day" birthday party for someone in our playgroup. This was the coolest party- their backyard was filled with a series of inflatable pools, watertables filled with coolwhip, a "bubble" station, a slip-n-slide and their play equipment. Annie's eyes almost popped out of her head when we first walked in.
I spent so much time in the pool this morning, that my fingers got all wrinkly and prune-like. They haven't felt like that for years. Four years ago, I would be in an air conditioned office, working on retail software. Four years ago, I wore makeup and cute clothes. I went out to lunch with friends every day. I had no idea what Gymboree, Crocs, Justin Roberts, or Yo Gabba Gabba was. I drove a Passat, and vowed to never own a mini-van. Times have changed, and with my wrinkly fingers- I grabbed my 2 sun-loving girls, and hugged them. Then I threw their dirty asses in the bathtub.
Today, I had to put the kids' bathing suits in the dryer when they napped. We spent all morning at a neighborhood pool, and then went to a backyard "messy day" birthday party for someone in our playgroup. This was the coolest party- their backyard was filled with a series of inflatable pools, watertables filled with coolwhip, a "bubble" station, a slip-n-slide and their play equipment. Annie's eyes almost popped out of her head when we first walked in.
I spent so much time in the pool this morning, that my fingers got all wrinkly and prune-like. They haven't felt like that for years. Four years ago, I would be in an air conditioned office, working on retail software. Four years ago, I wore makeup and cute clothes. I went out to lunch with friends every day. I had no idea what Gymboree, Crocs, Justin Roberts, or Yo Gabba Gabba was. I drove a Passat, and vowed to never own a mini-van. Times have changed, and with my wrinkly fingers- I grabbed my 2 sun-loving girls, and hugged them. Then I threw their dirty asses in the bathtub.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Open Up and Say What?
I took Annie to the dentist today. He's the best guy in town, and it took me forever to get the appointment. This place is amazing. Murals of "Where the Wild Things Are" adorn the walls, and every toy in creation is in the waiting room. The staff all wear 1950's bowling shirts and converse sneakers. I felt like singing some Four Tops and calling everyone Daddio.
Annie is a champ. She lays down, and lets them clean her teeth and put "bubble" (fluoride) on. We sit through a cheesy video on caring for your teeth (raisins are bad snacks? Who knew?) and then Lucy, bored with watching some kid get his teeth brushed, finds the pack of stray Scooby Doo fruit snacks in my purse. She immediately starts whimpering for them, and I realize what a faux pas it is to feed my kid nasty fruit snacks while learning about dental hygiene. I try and distract her with a bag of goldfish. "What's that Lucy? You want a snack? A snack of Goldfish crackers?" Lucy doesn't buy it. "I WANT FRUIT SNACKS! FRUIT SNACKS MOMMY!" My normally calm, sedate child is a whining, crying mess for the rest of the appointment.
When we finally get to meet the dentist- I realize why all of my girlfriends, and my Moms group, and Annie's preschool recommend this guy. He's hot. He's got the whitest teeth imaginable, and after he examines Annie, he encourages me to sit down so we can talk for a bit. I'm not normally flustered, but it's difficult to look Dr. Suave in the eye- I am so blinded by his perfectly straight, extremely white teeth. Finally, I blush and interrupt him and say something so intelligent- like "Wow! You have really white teeth!"
On our way out, I hear Dr. Suave greet his next patient. I overhear him say "Are there any concerns you'd like to share about Harrison's teeth?" And then I hear a woman say, "Well, not really- but Harrison is interested in whitening his teeth." I sneak a look at Harrison, and I kid you not Dear Reader- but this kid is like, eight years old. Dr. Suave then asks Harrison if he is familiar with the show "Extreme Makeover" and I realize it is time for me to get the hell out of dodge.
Annie is a champ. She lays down, and lets them clean her teeth and put "bubble" (fluoride) on. We sit through a cheesy video on caring for your teeth (raisins are bad snacks? Who knew?) and then Lucy, bored with watching some kid get his teeth brushed, finds the pack of stray Scooby Doo fruit snacks in my purse. She immediately starts whimpering for them, and I realize what a faux pas it is to feed my kid nasty fruit snacks while learning about dental hygiene. I try and distract her with a bag of goldfish. "What's that Lucy? You want a snack? A snack of Goldfish crackers?" Lucy doesn't buy it. "I WANT FRUIT SNACKS! FRUIT SNACKS MOMMY!" My normally calm, sedate child is a whining, crying mess for the rest of the appointment.
When we finally get to meet the dentist- I realize why all of my girlfriends, and my Moms group, and Annie's preschool recommend this guy. He's hot. He's got the whitest teeth imaginable, and after he examines Annie, he encourages me to sit down so we can talk for a bit. I'm not normally flustered, but it's difficult to look Dr. Suave in the eye- I am so blinded by his perfectly straight, extremely white teeth. Finally, I blush and interrupt him and say something so intelligent- like "Wow! You have really white teeth!"
On our way out, I hear Dr. Suave greet his next patient. I overhear him say "Are there any concerns you'd like to share about Harrison's teeth?" And then I hear a woman say, "Well, not really- but Harrison is interested in whitening his teeth." I sneak a look at Harrison, and I kid you not Dear Reader- but this kid is like, eight years old. Dr. Suave then asks Harrison if he is familiar with the show "Extreme Makeover" and I realize it is time for me to get the hell out of dodge.
Monday, August 20, 2007
So True
"Mommy? What is this?" Annie asks, holding up a long tube at the checkout stand in the grocery store.
"That's beef jerky. You want to try some?" I ask. Annie shakes her head up and down, and I toss it on the conveyor belt.
"You know who loves beef jerky? Uncle Billy." I continue, while I open the package and give Annie her first taste.
"You know who else loves beef jerky?" asks Annie. I look at her quizzically.
"Dogs." says Annie, and she spits it out.
"That's beef jerky. You want to try some?" I ask. Annie shakes her head up and down, and I toss it on the conveyor belt.
"You know who loves beef jerky? Uncle Billy." I continue, while I open the package and give Annie her first taste.
"You know who else loves beef jerky?" asks Annie. I look at her quizzically.
"Dogs." says Annie, and she spits it out.
Stormy Weather
Today I'm running errands. Nothing fun--- batteries, bottled water and canned goods. I'm still trying to get used to this whole hurricane business. We're not going to be hit directly (thank God) but they are telling us to keep our tanks full and be ready, just in case. We should get some decent sized tropical storms---- which wouldn't be so bad, unless the power goes out and then I last all of thirty seconds without air conditioning.
In other news, my husband has been working a ton to meet a deadline. He got up at 4:30am, on Saturday and Sunday, and yesterday, after Annie asked him if he "lived at work" (I didn't pay her to say it, I swear!) he took his prophetic 3 year old swimming at the pool.
An old dear friend of mine called me today. We used to work together, and he moved to China. I haven't spoken to him in a year, and it was so good to hear his voice. Made me laugh though when he was describing a mutual acquaintance, and he said "she didn't look sexy, she didn't put herself out there- she was just, such a Mom." Ah yes, the Mom club requires one to check their attractiveness at the door- I really need to remember to put some mascara on and make an effort with my hair- humidity and tropical storms be damned.
In other news, my husband has been working a ton to meet a deadline. He got up at 4:30am, on Saturday and Sunday, and yesterday, after Annie asked him if he "lived at work" (I didn't pay her to say it, I swear!) he took his prophetic 3 year old swimming at the pool.
An old dear friend of mine called me today. We used to work together, and he moved to China. I haven't spoken to him in a year, and it was so good to hear his voice. Made me laugh though when he was describing a mutual acquaintance, and he said "she didn't look sexy, she didn't put herself out there- she was just, such a Mom." Ah yes, the Mom club requires one to check their attractiveness at the door- I really need to remember to put some mascara on and make an effort with my hair- humidity and tropical storms be damned.
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