Ok, I am a genius. Did I spell that right? Who cares!
At Christmas, I gave my digital camera to my in-laws because I won a new one (the one I had been coveting) at our company Christmas party.
Well, a few weeks ago, they called to say it wasn't working right. They gave it to me about a week ago (along with the book) and I piddled around with it but couldn't figure out what was wrong. It was set for Auto, but the screen was always black.
Being the Queen of Procrastination, I put off looking at it again until tonight. They need it by tomorrow evening. I promised them that if I didn't have it fixed by tomorrow morning, they could borrow mine for a week or so.
Well, it only took me about 10 minutes to think I had fixed it. I tested it three times. Sure enough, it is working again. Don't know what I did, or how I did it, but I am a genius.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Have you seen my routine?
Seriously, I am looking for it. I was out of whack with Wyatt being gone this weekend. . . although I enjoyed it.
Last night, Nana called and said that they would pick up Wyatt at the church down our road because they were headed to Terre Haute to visit Wyatt's Great-Grandma this morning. So, I had to have Wyatt packed and ready to go and down the road by 6:00 am. We normally leave for Nana's at 6:20.
I managed to get Wyatt up and ready (but not myself) and in the car by 5:50 this morning. As I was strapping him in, Nana and Poppy pulled up and said they were running early and they thought they would just pick him up at our house. So, I got everything out of the car (including Wyatt) and transferred to their car.
I work Monday and Tuesday of this week. I might come in on Thursday, but I have Wednesday and Friday off.
Then, next week, I have Monday and possibly Tuesday off . . . depending on the babysitter situation.
My routine is destroyed.
So, if you see it, could you point it back home? And, ask it if it's found 2 white geese yet.
Last night, Nana called and said that they would pick up Wyatt at the church down our road because they were headed to Terre Haute to visit Wyatt's Great-Grandma this morning. So, I had to have Wyatt packed and ready to go and down the road by 6:00 am. We normally leave for Nana's at 6:20.
I managed to get Wyatt up and ready (but not myself) and in the car by 5:50 this morning. As I was strapping him in, Nana and Poppy pulled up and said they were running early and they thought they would just pick him up at our house. So, I got everything out of the car (including Wyatt) and transferred to their car.
I work Monday and Tuesday of this week. I might come in on Thursday, but I have Wednesday and Friday off.
Then, next week, I have Monday and possibly Tuesday off . . . depending on the babysitter situation.
My routine is destroyed.
So, if you see it, could you point it back home? And, ask it if it's found 2 white geese yet.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Life Without Wyatt . . . Again
So, I left Wyatt at Nana's on Friday afternoon so that I could get some stuff done at home.
Saturday morning, we spent the morning together while Daddy worked. Then, when Scott got home, he said Aunt BB was coming to take Wyatt for a few hours.
So, I got up to pack a bag for the afternoon. The normal stuff, a change of clothes, a bottle of Gatorade, a handful of diapers and Bob-Bob.
Then, Aunt BB called to say she wanted him to spend the night. Back to repacking the bag. He now needed more than one change of clothes, some jammies, more Gatorade, more diapers, an extra sippy cup and Georgie (his favorite pillow) and one of his favorite blankets.
So, what did Scott and I do without Wyatt? We went to dinner with Toby and Cheryl. Then, we decided to go to Big Lots . . . we were bored. That turned into going to Lowe's, which turned into . . . you guessed it, going to Wal-Mart.
By the time we got home, it was after 9:30 . . . that's pretty late for us.
I expected that Wyatt would come home around noon today. Scott went fishing and I worked on my MySpace page. Not long before noon, Aunt BB called to say that she wanted to keep him until 3:30 or 4:00 because he was invited to a birthday party for one of her nieces.
I went back to my MySpace page, did some laundry, did some dishes, made some homemade cinnamon rolls. I went BACK to Wal-Mart to do my actual shopping. It was nerve-wracking. I really didn't want to leave the house to start with. I decided to go at noon . . . it was really busy and lots of crying kids.
I came home, made some more cinnamon rolls, worked on uploading more pictures . . . did some general chores around the house.
Just as I sat down to write my blog (about 5 hours ago), Scott wanted me to go get gas for the mower.
By the time I got back and was pouring the caramel sauce over the last batch of cinnamon rolls, Aunt BB showed up with Wyatt.
Poor guy. He was exhausted! And he was happy to see us. I fed a good dinner (he had worked up an appetite) and gave him a bath. He had two sippy cups of milk and fell asleep in my arms.
It was so sweet . . . and he smelled so good. It was hard for me to put him in his crib.
Saturday morning, we spent the morning together while Daddy worked. Then, when Scott got home, he said Aunt BB was coming to take Wyatt for a few hours.
So, I got up to pack a bag for the afternoon. The normal stuff, a change of clothes, a bottle of Gatorade, a handful of diapers and Bob-Bob.
Then, Aunt BB called to say she wanted him to spend the night. Back to repacking the bag. He now needed more than one change of clothes, some jammies, more Gatorade, more diapers, an extra sippy cup and Georgie (his favorite pillow) and one of his favorite blankets.
So, what did Scott and I do without Wyatt? We went to dinner with Toby and Cheryl. Then, we decided to go to Big Lots . . . we were bored. That turned into going to Lowe's, which turned into . . . you guessed it, going to Wal-Mart.
By the time we got home, it was after 9:30 . . . that's pretty late for us.
I expected that Wyatt would come home around noon today. Scott went fishing and I worked on my MySpace page. Not long before noon, Aunt BB called to say that she wanted to keep him until 3:30 or 4:00 because he was invited to a birthday party for one of her nieces.
I went back to my MySpace page, did some laundry, did some dishes, made some homemade cinnamon rolls. I went BACK to Wal-Mart to do my actual shopping. It was nerve-wracking. I really didn't want to leave the house to start with. I decided to go at noon . . . it was really busy and lots of crying kids.
I came home, made some more cinnamon rolls, worked on uploading more pictures . . . did some general chores around the house.
Just as I sat down to write my blog (about 5 hours ago), Scott wanted me to go get gas for the mower.
By the time I got back and was pouring the caramel sauce over the last batch of cinnamon rolls, Aunt BB showed up with Wyatt.
Poor guy. He was exhausted! And he was happy to see us. I fed a good dinner (he had worked up an appetite) and gave him a bath. He had two sippy cups of milk and fell asleep in my arms.
It was so sweet . . . and he smelled so good. It was hard for me to put him in his crib.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
HE DID IT!
So, for the last couple of months, I have been trying to introduce Wyatt to the potty chair.
He really likes to take his shorts off, take his diaper off and sit on the potty chair for two seconds.
Then, he wants you to put the diaper back on, put his shorts back on . . . and he starts the process all over again.
So, I had put the potty chair away thinking that it wasn't time yet. I am trying not to push him.
This week, I brought the potty chair back out and put it in the bathroom. We have been talking about it when we go in the bathroom. We talk about how big boys use it and Daddy uses the even bigger one because he is all grown up.
Tonight, a miracle happened.
I was getting him undressed for his bath and he showed a little interest in the potty. So, I sat him down on it. He quickly got up and wandered around our VERY small bathroom for a few seconds and then announced, "Pee Pee" and started peeing on the floor. I grabbed a hold of him and got him to the potty chair and he finished by standing up in front of it.
I was so excited. I laughed and clapped and told him what a big boy he was. He was very excited too.
So, he got in the bath and then announced "Pee Pee" again. He scrambled out of the tub, positioned himself in front of the potty chair (with my help) and peed some more.
I know, it's just the first step and we're sure to take steps backwards, but it's exciting.
After he got out of the bath, he sat down on it again for a just a few seconds.
I never thought this day would come.
He really likes to take his shorts off, take his diaper off and sit on the potty chair for two seconds.
Then, he wants you to put the diaper back on, put his shorts back on . . . and he starts the process all over again.
So, I had put the potty chair away thinking that it wasn't time yet. I am trying not to push him.
This week, I brought the potty chair back out and put it in the bathroom. We have been talking about it when we go in the bathroom. We talk about how big boys use it and Daddy uses the even bigger one because he is all grown up.
Tonight, a miracle happened.
I was getting him undressed for his bath and he showed a little interest in the potty. So, I sat him down on it. He quickly got up and wandered around our VERY small bathroom for a few seconds and then announced, "Pee Pee" and started peeing on the floor. I grabbed a hold of him and got him to the potty chair and he finished by standing up in front of it.
I was so excited. I laughed and clapped and told him what a big boy he was. He was very excited too.
So, he got in the bath and then announced "Pee Pee" again. He scrambled out of the tub, positioned himself in front of the potty chair (with my help) and peed some more.
I know, it's just the first step and we're sure to take steps backwards, but it's exciting.
After he got out of the bath, he sat down on it again for a just a few seconds.
I never thought this day would come.
Things that make you go hmmmmm . . .
Ok, so there are multiple things wrong with this picture but I am eating the Schwan's version of Dippin' Dots for lunch.
A. I don't eat ice cream.
B. One shouldn't eat ice cream for lunch.
C. On the bottom of the front of the cup it says:
"To maximize your eating pleasure, grasp cup in the Hold Zone."
A. I don't eat ice cream.
B. One shouldn't eat ice cream for lunch.
C. On the bottom of the front of the cup it says:
"To maximize your eating pleasure, grasp cup in the Hold Zone."
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
WARNING!
Ok, this was pointed out to me by a friend. I absolutely love it!
© The Journal of Irreproducible Results, vol. 20, #3, March 1974, pages 22-23.
National Geographic, the Doomsday Machine
George H. KaubPollution of many types and kinds is currently paramount in the public mind. Causes and solutions are being loudly proclaimed by all of the media, politicians, public agencies, universities, garden clubs, industry, and churches, ad infinitum. Pollution runs the spectrum from the air we breathe and the water we drink to the soil we till, as well as visual and audio pollution, and in recent years, pollution of outer space from junk exploration hardware.
These threats to our environment, our health and our mental wellbeing are real and with us, but not nearly as immediately catastrophic or totally destructive as the disaster which imminently faces this nation and menace of monstrous proportions can be likened only to the entire country resting on a gargantuan San Andreas fault. Earthquakes, hurricanes, mud slides, fire, famine, and atomic war all rolled into one hold no greater destructive power than this incipient horror which will engulf the country in the immediate and predictable future.
This continent is in the gravest danger of following legendary Atlantis to the bottom of the sea. No natural disaster, no overpowering compounding of pollutions or cataclysmic nuclear war will cause the end. Instead, a seemingly innocent monster created by man, nurtured by man, however as yet unheeded by man, will doom this continent to the watery grave of oblivion.
But there is yet time to save ourselves if this warning is heeded.
PUBLICATION AND DISTRIBUTION OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE MUST BE IMMEDIATELY STOPPED AT ALL COSTS! This beautiful, educational, erudite, and thoroughly appreciated publication is the heretofore unrecognized instrument of doom which must be erased if we as a country or continent will survive. It is NOT TOO LATE if this warning is heeded!
According to current subscription figures, more than 6,869,797 issues of the National Geographic magazine are sent to subscribers monthly throughout the world. However, it would be safe to say that the bulk of these magazines reach subscribers in the United States and Canada, and it is, and never has been, thrown away! It is saved like a monthly edition of the Bible. The magazine has been published for over 141 years continuously, and countless millions if not billions of copies have been innocently yet relentlessly accumulating in basements, attics, garages, public and private institutions of learning, the Library of Congress, Smithsonian Institution, Good Will, and Salvation Army stores, and heaven knows where else. Never discarded, always saved. No recycling, just the horrible and relentless accumulation of this static vehicle of our doom!
National Geographic averages approximately 2 pounds per issue. Since no copies have been discarded or destroyed since the beginning of publication, it can be readily seen that the accumulated aggregate weight is a figure that not only boggles the mind, but is imminently approaching the disaster point. That point will be the time at which the geologic substructure of the country can no longer support the incredible load, and subsidence will occur. Gradually at first, but then relentlessly accelerating as rock formations are compressed, become plastic and begin to flow, great faults will appear.
The logical sequence of events is predictable. First will come foundation failures and gradual sinking of residences and public buildings in which the magazine has been stored. As these areas depress the earth, more and more structures will topple and sink until whole towns and cities will submerge, then larger and larger land masses. This chain reaction will accelerate until the entire country has fallen below the level of the sea and total inundation will occur.
The areas of higher subscription density, affluence and wealth, will be the first to go, followed by institutions, middle class, urban, and ghetto areas in that order, with the relatively unpopulated plains and mountains finally sinking into the sea.
We have been warned of this impending calamity by a seeming increase in so-called natural disasters throughout the country, as well as isolated occurrences striking areas heretofore immune to natural destruction:
Increase in earthquake activity in California has been triggered by population growth and the subsequent increase in National Geographic subscriptions and accumulations of heavy masses of the magazine. This gradual increase in weight has caused increased activity along the San Andreas fault.
Earthquakes in the Denver area were not caused by pumping of wastes into wells at the Rocky Mountain Arsenal, but by accumulation of National Geographic magazines by more and more people as the population increased over the years.
Sinking of several coal-mining towns throughout the country can only be attributed to the increase in workers benefits and pay increases, allowing them to subscribe to and hoard National Geographic.
Mud slides in California, which have brought destruction to hundreds of homes built on the hillsides, were triggered by the final straw in the form of the last delivery into these areas of National Geographic to subscribers and hoarders.
The list is endless. The warnings are clear.
The time grows short and we must act at once if this calamity is to be averted. The National Geographic must cease publication at once, if necessary by Congressional action or Presidential edict.
© The Journal of Irreproducible Results, vol. 20, #3, March 1974, pages 22-23.
National Geographic, the Doomsday Machine
George H. KaubPollution of many types and kinds is currently paramount in the public mind. Causes and solutions are being loudly proclaimed by all of the media, politicians, public agencies, universities, garden clubs, industry, and churches, ad infinitum. Pollution runs the spectrum from the air we breathe and the water we drink to the soil we till, as well as visual and audio pollution, and in recent years, pollution of outer space from junk exploration hardware.
These threats to our environment, our health and our mental wellbeing are real and with us, but not nearly as immediately catastrophic or totally destructive as the disaster which imminently faces this nation and menace of monstrous proportions can be likened only to the entire country resting on a gargantuan San Andreas fault. Earthquakes, hurricanes, mud slides, fire, famine, and atomic war all rolled into one hold no greater destructive power than this incipient horror which will engulf the country in the immediate and predictable future.
This continent is in the gravest danger of following legendary Atlantis to the bottom of the sea. No natural disaster, no overpowering compounding of pollutions or cataclysmic nuclear war will cause the end. Instead, a seemingly innocent monster created by man, nurtured by man, however as yet unheeded by man, will doom this continent to the watery grave of oblivion.
But there is yet time to save ourselves if this warning is heeded.
PUBLICATION AND DISTRIBUTION OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE MUST BE IMMEDIATELY STOPPED AT ALL COSTS! This beautiful, educational, erudite, and thoroughly appreciated publication is the heretofore unrecognized instrument of doom which must be erased if we as a country or continent will survive. It is NOT TOO LATE if this warning is heeded!
According to current subscription figures, more than 6,869,797 issues of the National Geographic magazine are sent to subscribers monthly throughout the world. However, it would be safe to say that the bulk of these magazines reach subscribers in the United States and Canada, and it is, and never has been, thrown away! It is saved like a monthly edition of the Bible. The magazine has been published for over 141 years continuously, and countless millions if not billions of copies have been innocently yet relentlessly accumulating in basements, attics, garages, public and private institutions of learning, the Library of Congress, Smithsonian Institution, Good Will, and Salvation Army stores, and heaven knows where else. Never discarded, always saved. No recycling, just the horrible and relentless accumulation of this static vehicle of our doom!
National Geographic averages approximately 2 pounds per issue. Since no copies have been discarded or destroyed since the beginning of publication, it can be readily seen that the accumulated aggregate weight is a figure that not only boggles the mind, but is imminently approaching the disaster point. That point will be the time at which the geologic substructure of the country can no longer support the incredible load, and subsidence will occur. Gradually at first, but then relentlessly accelerating as rock formations are compressed, become plastic and begin to flow, great faults will appear.
The logical sequence of events is predictable. First will come foundation failures and gradual sinking of residences and public buildings in which the magazine has been stored. As these areas depress the earth, more and more structures will topple and sink until whole towns and cities will submerge, then larger and larger land masses. This chain reaction will accelerate until the entire country has fallen below the level of the sea and total inundation will occur.
The areas of higher subscription density, affluence and wealth, will be the first to go, followed by institutions, middle class, urban, and ghetto areas in that order, with the relatively unpopulated plains and mountains finally sinking into the sea.
We have been warned of this impending calamity by a seeming increase in so-called natural disasters throughout the country, as well as isolated occurrences striking areas heretofore immune to natural destruction:
Increase in earthquake activity in California has been triggered by population growth and the subsequent increase in National Geographic subscriptions and accumulations of heavy masses of the magazine. This gradual increase in weight has caused increased activity along the San Andreas fault.
Earthquakes in the Denver area were not caused by pumping of wastes into wells at the Rocky Mountain Arsenal, but by accumulation of National Geographic magazines by more and more people as the population increased over the years.
Sinking of several coal-mining towns throughout the country can only be attributed to the increase in workers benefits and pay increases, allowing them to subscribe to and hoard National Geographic.
Mud slides in California, which have brought destruction to hundreds of homes built on the hillsides, were triggered by the final straw in the form of the last delivery into these areas of National Geographic to subscribers and hoarders.
The list is endless. The warnings are clear.
The time grows short and we must act at once if this calamity is to be averted. The National Geographic must cease publication at once, if necessary by Congressional action or Presidential edict.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Redneck News
So, I listen to Hank FM (97.1 out of Indpls) on a regular basis. They play all of kinds of country music and their morning team of Wank & O'Brien can't be beat for humor.
This morning, they did a news story that caught my attention. It was about a 265 lb woman at a dollar store.
Apparently, someone cut in line in front of her. So, she handed her 8 month old baby over to a store employee and proceeded to pull the hair out of the woman who cut in front of her and choke her. Then, when the cops showed up, she bit one of the cops.
Wank & O'Brien pointed out that there was one element wrong with the story to keep it from being a TRUE redneck story. Can you guess the element?
I guessed it right away.
She handed her baby over to a store employee. A TRUE redneck woman can do ANYTHING with a baby on her hip. I speak from experience.
This morning, they did a news story that caught my attention. It was about a 265 lb woman at a dollar store.
Apparently, someone cut in line in front of her. So, she handed her 8 month old baby over to a store employee and proceeded to pull the hair out of the woman who cut in front of her and choke her. Then, when the cops showed up, she bit one of the cops.
Wank & O'Brien pointed out that there was one element wrong with the story to keep it from being a TRUE redneck story. Can you guess the element?
I guessed it right away.
She handed her baby over to a store employee. A TRUE redneck woman can do ANYTHING with a baby on her hip. I speak from experience.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Wyatt is back.
So, Aunt BB brought Wyatt back around lunch yesterday. He and I spent the afternoon together until we both fell asleep.
Today, Daddy is at a fishing tournament. Right now, Wyatt is napping on the couch.
So, I am cooking like a maniac as usual. We are having meatloaf with carrots and new red potatoes and homemade yeast rolls. I haven't decided what we will have for dessert yet.
I am also trying to catch up on my blogs and work on my class list for my reunion.
The dishwasher, washer and dryer are all calling my name. I also need to fold laundry and take the trash out.
Sometimes, I think the cycle is neverending, but it's better than being on the wrong side of the grass, I suppose.
Today, Daddy is at a fishing tournament. Right now, Wyatt is napping on the couch.
So, I am cooking like a maniac as usual. We are having meatloaf with carrots and new red potatoes and homemade yeast rolls. I haven't decided what we will have for dessert yet.
I am also trying to catch up on my blogs and work on my class list for my reunion.
The dishwasher, washer and dryer are all calling my name. I also need to fold laundry and take the trash out.
Sometimes, I think the cycle is neverending, but it's better than being on the wrong side of the grass, I suppose.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Life WITHOUT Wyatt
So, Wyatt had his first sleepover this week. He spent Tuesday night at his Nana and Papa Davis' house.
Scott and I took advantage of it and went out to a nice dinner with some friends. We did call and check on him several times though.
Yesterday, Aunt BB stopped by and decided she was going to take him with her for a few hours. Then, the next thing I know, she was hunting down pj's and supplies because she wanted him for the night.
I put him in the truck with BB, Al, Jesse and Ronald and kissed him goodbye.
Then, I watched a little tv while Scott puttered around in the garage.
Around 6:30, we decided to go to Wal-Mart and pick up some stuff. BB called while we were there because Wyatt wanted to talk to me on the phone. It was so cute!
So, I'm not sure when BB will bring him back today, but I'm living the life of luxury this morning without a 2 year old hanging on me.
What are my plans for today? They're exciting . . .
Wash clothes
Wash sheets
Color my hair
Buy myself a new pocket knife
Make banana bread for BB and the boys
Pick up my living room
Return some shorts that Scott bought last night that didn't fit.
I told you it was an exciting day. What more could a girl want?
This morning, as I was sitting on the porch having a smoke, I caught a squirrel trying to break into the bird feeder.
Well, that's it for now. I had better get to my exciting "to do" list.
Scott and I took advantage of it and went out to a nice dinner with some friends. We did call and check on him several times though.
Yesterday, Aunt BB stopped by and decided she was going to take him with her for a few hours. Then, the next thing I know, she was hunting down pj's and supplies because she wanted him for the night.
I put him in the truck with BB, Al, Jesse and Ronald and kissed him goodbye.
Then, I watched a little tv while Scott puttered around in the garage.
Around 6:30, we decided to go to Wal-Mart and pick up some stuff. BB called while we were there because Wyatt wanted to talk to me on the phone. It was so cute!
So, I'm not sure when BB will bring him back today, but I'm living the life of luxury this morning without a 2 year old hanging on me.
What are my plans for today? They're exciting . . .
Wash clothes
Wash sheets
Color my hair
Buy myself a new pocket knife
Make banana bread for BB and the boys
Pick up my living room
Return some shorts that Scott bought last night that didn't fit.
I told you it was an exciting day. What more could a girl want?
This morning, as I was sitting on the porch having a smoke, I caught a squirrel trying to break into the bird feeder.
Well, that's it for now. I had better get to my exciting "to do" list.
Friday, June 20, 2008
WANTED: 2 ADULT WHITE GEESE
Ok, this is a weird way to start a blog post. But, when I sat down this evening to say what was on my mind, this is what popped up.
Last week one of our subcontractors ran over a client's geese and we now have to replace them.
So, I am desperately searching for 2 adult white geese. Sex is unimportant, though I would prefer you wouldn't take your perverted fetishes out on birds.
If you know of somewhere where I can these geese, please get in touch with me. We are willing to pay cash.
Last week one of our subcontractors ran over a client's geese and we now have to replace them.
So, I am desperately searching for 2 adult white geese. Sex is unimportant, though I would prefer you wouldn't take your perverted fetishes out on birds.
If you know of somewhere where I can these geese, please get in touch with me. We are willing to pay cash.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The Mazda's brush with death
Ok, so I am a huge fan of Mazdas. The 1997 Protege that I have right now is my third Mazda. And, I am always bragging on the gas mileage (31 mpg) and that it never needs anything except basic maintenance.
Memorial Day weekend, the AC quit working. We assumed that it just needed charged. Nope, the compressor went out. So, I cussed, but decided it could wait a while to be fixed since my sister-in-law has my Blazer.
Well, this morning I heard an awful squeal coming from one of my belts and then it popped. Oh yeah. The serpentine belt broke. Luckily, I have a two belt system in my car, so I could still drive it. But, that meant no power steering either. I had forgotten what it was like to drive without power steering. The last car I had like that was the Miata and it was so small that you didn't need power steering.
I managed to get it over to the mechanic's and get in to work on time.
My sister-in-law brought my Blazer in and dropped it off.
But, I am sad that I'm finally having to fix something on the Mazda. I had planned on replacing the belt this fall.
Oh well. I should have the Mazda back by next Tuesday. Until then, I'll be driving the gas-guzzling monster of a Blazer.
It's a good thing I'm not a tree-hugger. Maybe I should start running them over with the Blazer?
Memorial Day weekend, the AC quit working. We assumed that it just needed charged. Nope, the compressor went out. So, I cussed, but decided it could wait a while to be fixed since my sister-in-law has my Blazer.
Well, this morning I heard an awful squeal coming from one of my belts and then it popped. Oh yeah. The serpentine belt broke. Luckily, I have a two belt system in my car, so I could still drive it. But, that meant no power steering either. I had forgotten what it was like to drive without power steering. The last car I had like that was the Miata and it was so small that you didn't need power steering.
I managed to get it over to the mechanic's and get in to work on time.
My sister-in-law brought my Blazer in and dropped it off.
But, I am sad that I'm finally having to fix something on the Mazda. I had planned on replacing the belt this fall.
Oh well. I should have the Mazda back by next Tuesday. Until then, I'll be driving the gas-guzzling monster of a Blazer.
It's a good thing I'm not a tree-hugger. Maybe I should start running them over with the Blazer?
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The Attention Span of a Gnat
Some might say I have a short attention span. I say, "There's no way I have . .. oh look! There's a chicken!".
Now, where was I?
Oh, right smack dab in the middle of this diagram.
Now, where was I?
Oh, right smack dab in the middle of this diagram.
Boo Boo and the Stink ... I mean Pink Eye
Yes, it's confirmed. Baby Boo Boo has pink eye. Fantastic right?
I knew something was going on the last few days, but yesterday I had reason to believe that he might have Pink Eye.
So, I called the ped on the way home ...I was on hold 20 minutes. And, we went over his symptoms and they confirmed that it was Pink Eye. They said there was no reason to bring him into town and pay $50. They called a prescription in to our pharmacy and I went and picked it up.
And, tonight is the first night that Wyatt will sleepover at someone else's house. He is staying with Nana & Poppy Davis tonight.
Am I worried? Yes. Why? I know I'll miss him . . . and what if he keeps my in-laws up all night?
I'm trying to breathe and know that this is a natural part of life. But, how does any parent do it?
I knew something was going on the last few days, but yesterday I had reason to believe that he might have Pink Eye.
So, I called the ped on the way home ...I was on hold 20 minutes. And, we went over his symptoms and they confirmed that it was Pink Eye. They said there was no reason to bring him into town and pay $50. They called a prescription in to our pharmacy and I went and picked it up.
And, tonight is the first night that Wyatt will sleepover at someone else's house. He is staying with Nana & Poppy Davis tonight.
Am I worried? Yes. Why? I know I'll miss him . . . and what if he keeps my in-laws up all night?
I'm trying to breathe and know that this is a natural part of life. But, how does any parent do it?
Tis the Season
Tis the season for my allergy and sinus issues.
As I struggled with a sinus and ear infection this weekend, I wondered why I always look forward to Spring so much.
Today, on the way to work, it dawned on me.
Construction workers! They make my day. Nothing like a man in a hard hat and work boots.
Ok, this is not one of them I actually saw . . . but it proves the point, right?
As I struggled with a sinus and ear infection this weekend, I wondered why I always look forward to Spring so much.
Today, on the way to work, it dawned on me.
Construction workers! They make my day. Nothing like a man in a hard hat and work boots.
Ok, this is not one of them I actually saw . . . but it proves the point, right?
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Code Blue at Wal-Mart
So, I'm at Wal-Mart today because I have a hankering for frozen egg rolls.
I find a few other things I need and start meandering thru the store to the checkout.
Suddenly, over the intercom I hear, "Attention Customers and Wal-Mart Associates, this is a Code Blue."
I thought it was kind of weird and wondered what a Code Blue was, but kept going towards the checkout.
About 2 minutes later, the voice comes back on over the intercom (as I see employees running around like chickens with their heads cut off) and says "Attention Customers and Wal-Mart Associates, this is a Code Blue. We are evacuating the building. Please walk calmly to the front of the store and exit the building."
As an employee goes by me I asked her what a Code Blue was.
She told me it was a bomb threat.
The guy next to me insists that the cashier should ring up the one thing he wanted to buy. When she told him no, he told her he was going to go buy it at another store.
Have you ever seen 200 cars leaving a Wal-Mart parking lot at the same time?
I find a few other things I need and start meandering thru the store to the checkout.
Suddenly, over the intercom I hear, "Attention Customers and Wal-Mart Associates, this is a Code Blue."
I thought it was kind of weird and wondered what a Code Blue was, but kept going towards the checkout.
About 2 minutes later, the voice comes back on over the intercom (as I see employees running around like chickens with their heads cut off) and says "Attention Customers and Wal-Mart Associates, this is a Code Blue. We are evacuating the building. Please walk calmly to the front of the store and exit the building."
As an employee goes by me I asked her what a Code Blue was.
She told me it was a bomb threat.
The guy next to me insists that the cashier should ring up the one thing he wanted to buy. When she told him no, he told her he was going to go buy it at another store.
Have you ever seen 200 cars leaving a Wal-Mart parking lot at the same time?
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Jesus and the middle finger
So, I have 16 (I think, at last count) nephews and nieces. They range from in their 20's to just born in February. There are 6 girls and 10 boys.
So, one of my nephews (who will be in 4th grade this fall) hurt his middle finger on his left hand. When I asked him to show me which finger hurt, he did. But, not in the naughty way. He pointed it down, not up.
His brother (who will be in 2nd grade this fall) yelled, "It's his flip off finger!".
His mother got after him for saying that. That's not the funny part.
Ronald (the 2nd grader) then informed us that there was nothing wrong with saying that because that finger is what Jesus gave it to us for.
I laughed out loud. I'm not sure where they got that from. They're not exactly religious.
Kids . . . what are you going to do with them?
So, one of my nephews (who will be in 4th grade this fall) hurt his middle finger on his left hand. When I asked him to show me which finger hurt, he did. But, not in the naughty way. He pointed it down, not up.
His brother (who will be in 2nd grade this fall) yelled, "It's his flip off finger!".
His mother got after him for saying that. That's not the funny part.
Ronald (the 2nd grader) then informed us that there was nothing wrong with saying that because that finger is what Jesus gave it to us for.
I laughed out loud. I'm not sure where they got that from. They're not exactly religious.
Kids . . . what are you going to do with them?
Thursday, June 05, 2008
I am stuck on Band-Aid
Ok, this commercial has been running through my head for 3 days. I'm not sure why it popped into my brain. . . but I'm now really stuck on Band-Aid because Band-Aid's stuck on my brain.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Playing (Trying Not to Run Over the) Possum
It's not uncommon for me to see possum. There are a lot around my in-laws and our house. But, it's unsual for me to see them (at least alive) while I am driving around. This morning, not one, but TWO crossed the road while I was driving. There were not together. They were on two different roads. I also went by at least a half dozen turtles. I guess it was possum and turtle rush hour? I wonder if it's bad luck if one crosses in front of you? Personally, I enjoy the stunned look on the possum's face as I JUST miss it going 55 miles an hour on the back roads.
I took the liberty of looking up some informaiton on the possum. You should learn something new every day, right?
The opossum was a favorite game animal in the United States, and in particular the southern regions which have a large body of recipes and folklore relating to the opossum. Opossum was once widely consumed in the United States where available as evidenced by recipes in older editions of The Joy of Cooking. Ok, I really need to track down a version of The Joy of Cooking with possum recipes.
In Dominica and Trinidad opossum or "manicou" is popular and can only be hunted during certain times of the year due to over-hunting; the meat is traditionally prepared by smoking then stewing. The meat is light and fine grained, but the musk glands must be removed as part of preparation. The meat can be used in place of rabbit and chicken in recipes. The cousin of the opossum, the possum, found in Australia (and introduced to New Zealand) is consumed in a similar manner. (Davidson, 1999)
Historically, hunters in the Caribbean would place a barrel with fresh or rotten fruit to attract opossums who would feed on the fruit or insects. Cubans growing up in the mid-twentieth century tell of brushing the maggots out of the mouths of "manicou" caught in this manner to prepare them for consumption. It is said also that the gaminess of the meat causes gas. Do I need to even comment on this one? If you are eating possum, I don't think a little extra gas is the worst thing going on in your life.
In Mexico, opossums are known as "tlacuache" or "tlaquatzin". Their tails are eaten as a folk remedy to improve fertility. I refuse to comment on this one. It's too hard to laugh and type at the same time.
Opossum oil (Possum grease) is high in essential fatty acids and has been used as a chest rub and a carrier for arthritis remedies given as topical salves. I'll skip that massage, thanks.
I took the liberty of looking up some informaiton on the possum. You should learn something new every day, right?
The opossum was a favorite game animal in the United States, and in particular the southern regions which have a large body of recipes and folklore relating to the opossum. Opossum was once widely consumed in the United States where available as evidenced by recipes in older editions of The Joy of Cooking. Ok, I really need to track down a version of The Joy of Cooking with possum recipes.
In Dominica and Trinidad opossum or "manicou" is popular and can only be hunted during certain times of the year due to over-hunting; the meat is traditionally prepared by smoking then stewing. The meat is light and fine grained, but the musk glands must be removed as part of preparation. The meat can be used in place of rabbit and chicken in recipes. The cousin of the opossum, the possum, found in Australia (and introduced to New Zealand) is consumed in a similar manner. (Davidson, 1999)
Historically, hunters in the Caribbean would place a barrel with fresh or rotten fruit to attract opossums who would feed on the fruit or insects. Cubans growing up in the mid-twentieth century tell of brushing the maggots out of the mouths of "manicou" caught in this manner to prepare them for consumption. It is said also that the gaminess of the meat causes gas. Do I need to even comment on this one? If you are eating possum, I don't think a little extra gas is the worst thing going on in your life.
In Mexico, opossums are known as "tlacuache" or "tlaquatzin". Their tails are eaten as a folk remedy to improve fertility. I refuse to comment on this one. It's too hard to laugh and type at the same time.
Opossum oil (Possum grease) is high in essential fatty acids and has been used as a chest rub and a carrier for arthritis remedies given as topical salves. I'll skip that massage, thanks.
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