I was wide awake on the last night of my SAHM-hood knowing I would really be better off getting some sleep, but instead worrying about showing up totally unprepared for my new job as a para (I did, but it seems there was so much chaos that nobody really noticed). About whether ds#2 would make it through an entire day of kindergarten (he did, and brought home a damn fine coloring sheet to prove it). And because they had never ridden the bus before, whether he and his brother would get on the right bus to come meet me at the high school (they did, but the b*tch of a bus driver refused to let them sit together even though ds#2 had been promised his brother to sit with, resulting in tears by the time they got to me, even though ds#2 was sitting by his preschool buddy whom we drove to preschool every Tuesday and Thursday all last year!).
I'm sorry that I caused my children to be three years apart, lady, but is it too much to ask for siblings to sit together on the bus when one of them if FIVE??????? And it is the first day of school??????? And they have never even ridden the bus before?????? The Mighty Hunter surprised us at the high school as the boys arrived and he just about added Ms. Bus Driver to his trophy case! Needless to say we will be having a discussion with the kindergarten teacher at open house tonight, with the principal after that, and the superintendant after that if things don't change a bit. Don't mess with the cubs lady!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Heat index-schmeet index!
So what if it was nearly 100 degrees BEFORE applying the dreaded heat index? So what if I hadn't played slow-pitch softball since I was childless and 40 pounds lighter? So what if our 2:00, 3:00, and 5:00 games got pushed back (after we showed up, of course) to 4:30, 5:30 and 7:30? So what if those extra two hours of free time in the blazing heat just gave the guys on our team that much more time to ingest Miller and Budweiser? Should any of that have any impact on our performance?
17-0 (3-inning run rule)
18-2 (3-inning run rule)
and the grand prize winner
35-0 (we didn't even play the third inning because they batted for freakin' 45 minutes--three times through the batting order!)
In three games I got up to bat three times. Three times folks. That means we never made it through our batting order two complete times in a game. Oy. Yours truly, however, got a walk and two singles! I made it to third base once before our next player grounded into the third out. DS#1 was heartbroken for me. I was just happy to have survived without major injury.
The most fascinating aspect of the day was that despite drinking four bottles of water and nearly two medium Gatorades, I barely had the urge to pee in 7 hours. It was that hot.
It was kinda nice for the afternoon to be about me for a change too. Even though I had to bring the boys to start, the Mighty Hunter returned from his conference and rescued the boys until the later games when it cooled to a tepid 90 degrees.
You'll have to excuse me, it's time for my next dose of ibuprofen.
17-0 (3-inning run rule)
18-2 (3-inning run rule)
and the grand prize winner
35-0 (we didn't even play the third inning because they batted for freakin' 45 minutes--three times through the batting order!)
In three games I got up to bat three times. Three times folks. That means we never made it through our batting order two complete times in a game. Oy. Yours truly, however, got a walk and two singles! I made it to third base once before our next player grounded into the third out. DS#1 was heartbroken for me. I was just happy to have survived without major injury.
The most fascinating aspect of the day was that despite drinking four bottles of water and nearly two medium Gatorades, I barely had the urge to pee in 7 hours. It was that hot.
It was kinda nice for the afternoon to be about me for a change too. Even though I had to bring the boys to start, the Mighty Hunter returned from his conference and rescued the boys until the later games when it cooled to a tepid 90 degrees.
You'll have to excuse me, it's time for my next dose of ibuprofen.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Kody is CANCER FREE!!!!
I have been following the story of Kody Bear Kruppenbacher for about three years now, since I was jarringly introduced to the world of pediatric cancer by the story of Allie Scott and her family.
The word on Kody's site is that he is now CANCER FREE! There is no better news in this often depressing world. But more important is that even before they had this fantastic information, the K family never let Kody's illness stop them from living and loving. If you have never met Kody or his mom Kim, stop by and give them a virtual high five for a journey well traveled.
The word on Kody's site is that he is now CANCER FREE! There is no better news in this often depressing world. But more important is that even before they had this fantastic information, the K family never let Kody's illness stop them from living and loving. If you have never met Kody or his mom Kim, stop by and give them a virtual high five for a journey well traveled.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Poor little rich grownups
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/05/technology/05rich.html?pagewanted=1&_r=2&hp
Wow. Seven-figure mortgage payment? Wow. Let me know if you feel sorry for any of these folks.
Wow. Seven-figure mortgage payment? Wow. Let me know if you feel sorry for any of these folks.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Life without (diaper) baggage?
No, no, it's not as deep as it sounds. But we just returned from a whirlwind trip of 29 hours (more than 10 of which were spent driving) to attend a small birthday lunch for the Mighty Hunter's maternal grandmother. Between the two of us, this is the last living grandparent, so a 90th birthday is rather important. So we loaded up Thing 1 and Thing 2 yesterday morning at 7:30 and headed out.
What struck me as we were leaving is that I no longer have to pack much in the way of specialty items for either boy. Somewhere along the way we have shed the mounds of equipment that come with taking a small person away from the house for more than 30 minutes. First went the infant carrier car seat--pretty early with my chunks. Now we are much more streamlined with just two boosters that stay in the back seat all the time because grownups would not dare set foot in that sea of petrified fruit snack, pulverized Cheez-It dust and Thing 2's half empty water bottle collection (although there is a FAB-U-LOUS collection of Mickey D's and Burger King toys to keep your mind off the devastation).
We used to travel with the Pack-N-Play, especially after I figured out that this is what hotels meant when they said they had "cribs." But pretty soon they were both too big for that too. Now we have sleeping bags and an inflatable bed that they fight over. Funny, nobody fought to sleep in the Pack-N-Play, only to get out....
When we started there were sippy cups and diapers and wipes and nose suckers and Butt Paste/Desitin/whatever white goop we had in the cabinet, and who even remembers what else. And the diaper bag. Sigh. At least MH's coworkers had the kindness to let me choose what I wanted (a nondescript black nylon backpack) for a shower gift. That backpack still goes with us, but now it is filled with bug spray, sunblock, water bottles, snacks and the contents of my purse.
For a time we even traveled with the seat from the potty chair as we had some major fear of wet butts. And although Thing 2 was until recently giving me fits about going #2, he seems to have handled the crisis and was content to go while we were gone without it.
So now each boy brings a pillow. Thing 2 also brings two blankies and a stuffed animal. And we are good. No emergency trips to Walgreens for diapers or sippy cups. No panic over forgotten formula (only Thing 1 ever used any though). Now we just get to stress over more grown up stuff, like why did I bring the Transformers toothbrush instead of the Power Rangers one, and omigosh I HATE that kind of toothpaste, and Mo-om, why didn't you bring my sandals because I can't wear my tennis shoes to the pool??????
So right. Travelling with 5 and 7-year-olds is WAY less stressful. I think.
What struck me as we were leaving is that I no longer have to pack much in the way of specialty items for either boy. Somewhere along the way we have shed the mounds of equipment that come with taking a small person away from the house for more than 30 minutes. First went the infant carrier car seat--pretty early with my chunks. Now we are much more streamlined with just two boosters that stay in the back seat all the time because grownups would not dare set foot in that sea of petrified fruit snack, pulverized Cheez-It dust and Thing 2's half empty water bottle collection (although there is a FAB-U-LOUS collection of Mickey D's and Burger King toys to keep your mind off the devastation).
We used to travel with the Pack-N-Play, especially after I figured out that this is what hotels meant when they said they had "cribs." But pretty soon they were both too big for that too. Now we have sleeping bags and an inflatable bed that they fight over. Funny, nobody fought to sleep in the Pack-N-Play, only to get out....
When we started there were sippy cups and diapers and wipes and nose suckers and Butt Paste/Desitin/whatever white goop we had in the cabinet, and who even remembers what else. And the diaper bag. Sigh. At least MH's coworkers had the kindness to let me choose what I wanted (a nondescript black nylon backpack) for a shower gift. That backpack still goes with us, but now it is filled with bug spray, sunblock, water bottles, snacks and the contents of my purse.
For a time we even traveled with the seat from the potty chair as we had some major fear of wet butts. And although Thing 2 was until recently giving me fits about going #2, he seems to have handled the crisis and was content to go while we were gone without it.
So now each boy brings a pillow. Thing 2 also brings two blankies and a stuffed animal. And we are good. No emergency trips to Walgreens for diapers or sippy cups. No panic over forgotten formula (only Thing 1 ever used any though). Now we just get to stress over more grown up stuff, like why did I bring the Transformers toothbrush instead of the Power Rangers one, and omigosh I HATE that kind of toothpaste, and Mo-om, why didn't you bring my sandals because I can't wear my tennis shoes to the pool??????
So right. Travelling with 5 and 7-year-olds is WAY less stressful. I think.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
I Heart Daniel Craig!
(Wish I had enough skils to link to a photo--somebody 'splain it to me!!)
I have never been a James Bond fan, in writing or on the big screen. So I was mildly amused when an international crisis arose over the casting of Daniel Craig as James Bond. For some reason, the idea of a blond Bond was just more than Connery-worshipping fans could stomach. "Not macho enough!" they cried!
May I just say to all those fans, "YOU WERE SO WRONG!!!" The edge of our LaZBoy recliner got some serious wear last night as I was captivated by the new Bond and the seemingly unending action of Casino Royale. Don't get me wrong, I love Pierce Brosnan, Sean Connery, et al, but Craig is it for me. His Bond is at the beginning of his 00 career and he is brash and overconfident and seriously sexy. This has got to be a great date movie because the gals should love it as much as the guys. More character development, some hints at Bond's motivation as a 00, and endless story twists (although for the guys there is much less woman-flesh than older Bonds and one seriously sick ball-breaker of a torture scene).
I rarely buy movies. Lord of the Rings was an exception for me. This may be exception number two!
Here's the trailer. Go watch the movie!
http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/casinoroyale/
I have never been a James Bond fan, in writing or on the big screen. So I was mildly amused when an international crisis arose over the casting of Daniel Craig as James Bond. For some reason, the idea of a blond Bond was just more than Connery-worshipping fans could stomach. "Not macho enough!" they cried!
May I just say to all those fans, "YOU WERE SO WRONG!!!" The edge of our LaZBoy recliner got some serious wear last night as I was captivated by the new Bond and the seemingly unending action of Casino Royale. Don't get me wrong, I love Pierce Brosnan, Sean Connery, et al, but Craig is it for me. His Bond is at the beginning of his 00 career and he is brash and overconfident and seriously sexy. This has got to be a great date movie because the gals should love it as much as the guys. More character development, some hints at Bond's motivation as a 00, and endless story twists (although for the guys there is much less woman-flesh than older Bonds and one seriously sick ball-breaker of a torture scene).
I rarely buy movies. Lord of the Rings was an exception for me. This may be exception number two!
Here's the trailer. Go watch the movie!
http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/casinoroyale/
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