Gentle readers,
Not unlike the high school jocks who seem to peak around the middle of senior year and then spend their adulthood working at the multiplex or Thrifty beverage, my luck today peaked too soon.
As I was dressing daughter, a two-days old promise that she could wear her pink undershirt and flowered panties had to be made good on. Now I've got a half naked three year-old who needs these items. Where are these items...in the belly of the dryer (part of why they couldn't be had any earlier). So I take a deep breath and open the dryer door. And there it was...sitting right there, on top of everything. I grabbed and ran. The whole thing took me two seconds.
Then Daughter and I were left alone for the afternoon. When Partner left, Daughter was bouncing up and down on the bed like a nut. Needless to say, high energy girl and anemia woman had an interesting afternoon and I was all out of luck already...
Everything worked out for the best, though.
Daily Random Musing Item: I recently heard that some Anti-Hilary folks are saying that they won't vote Hilary because Bill would be telling her what to do. And the male candidates are immune from the influence of their spouses? Give me a freakin' break!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Are you ready for some football?
So, gentle readers, we have our Super Bowl teams: The Patriots and The Giants. This was not the match-up I was hoping for. I wanted to see Brady vs. Favre. I hope that we get a good game to watch. I also, sorry Giants fans, hope Brady continues his whooping up on the Manning boys and marches his team even further in to the cement of the history books. Win, lose, or draw, history has already been made. No one has ever won 18 straight in a single season/post-season...not even the hallowed '72 Dolphins. They needed only 17 straight to slip in to history and stay there alone for 35 years.
Daily Random Musing Item: Why did Cinderella have glass slippers? Seems unpractical.
Daily Random Musing Item: Why did Cinderella have glass slippers? Seems unpractical.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Fishy
Gentle readers,
It's with a heavy heart that I write today. Our beloved beta fish, Fishy passed away this morning. It's odd to become attached to a fish, a pet with whom one has such limited interaction.
Fishy came to our family about a year ago as a prize to Daughter for success in potty training. (a previous blog was written in a different forum on the adventure) For the most part, I think 3 years old is awfully young to have to deal with the concept of death. After a little debate and some research it was decided to go with simple truth in way of explanation. There was no elaborate story about Fishy going to a pond in the country, which I think is what my parents would have told me. We didn't even mention the concept of heaven. We kept it simple: Fishy got sick and Fishy died. Not sure she gets it yet, but I know we'll revisit it at some point...perhaps later today, perhaps at some future point. Not to get all storm cloudy, but today Daughter was introduced to the concept that life is temporary and that all living things come to an end.
Rest in peace, Fishy, old pal.
Daily Random Musing item: Hello Kitty has no mouth. I find that incredibly creepy.
It's with a heavy heart that I write today. Our beloved beta fish, Fishy passed away this morning. It's odd to become attached to a fish, a pet with whom one has such limited interaction.
Fishy came to our family about a year ago as a prize to Daughter for success in potty training. (a previous blog was written in a different forum on the adventure) For the most part, I think 3 years old is awfully young to have to deal with the concept of death. After a little debate and some research it was decided to go with simple truth in way of explanation. There was no elaborate story about Fishy going to a pond in the country, which I think is what my parents would have told me. We didn't even mention the concept of heaven. We kept it simple: Fishy got sick and Fishy died. Not sure she gets it yet, but I know we'll revisit it at some point...perhaps later today, perhaps at some future point. Not to get all storm cloudy, but today Daughter was introduced to the concept that life is temporary and that all living things come to an end.
Rest in peace, Fishy, old pal.
Daily Random Musing item: Hello Kitty has no mouth. I find that incredibly creepy.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Another Slow News Day
Gentle readers,
You know it's going to be a slow news day when one of the headlines has to do with Katie Holmes and whether or not she "faked" participation in the New York Marathon. Firstly, who really cares? Secondly, the case that they make is pretty lame and easily explainable. There's a mystery runner who appears beside her in every picture but doesn't exist in the marathon's data base. Who could this mystery man be? Did he carry her "chip" that establishes times? OR is he simply a body guard? I think Katie would be really crazy to take to the streets of NYC on foot with zero protection. Perhaps she didn't want others to know she was running with a guard and asked that he make an attempt to blend in with the other runners. Either way, who gives a hi-dee-ho?
I've got no issue with Katie Holmes other than her choice in mate...and you can't blame folks for that.
Daily Random Musing Item: Artichokes contain iron. That's nuts.
You know it's going to be a slow news day when one of the headlines has to do with Katie Holmes and whether or not she "faked" participation in the New York Marathon. Firstly, who really cares? Secondly, the case that they make is pretty lame and easily explainable. There's a mystery runner who appears beside her in every picture but doesn't exist in the marathon's data base. Who could this mystery man be? Did he carry her "chip" that establishes times? OR is he simply a body guard? I think Katie would be really crazy to take to the streets of NYC on foot with zero protection. Perhaps she didn't want others to know she was running with a guard and asked that he make an attempt to blend in with the other runners. Either way, who gives a hi-dee-ho?
I've got no issue with Katie Holmes other than her choice in mate...and you can't blame folks for that.
Daily Random Musing Item: Artichokes contain iron. That's nuts.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Complication frustration
Gentle readers,
We live in a time complicated by an overwhelming number of options. I'll use yesterday as an example. I'll just say that I am not generally the shopper. However, circumstances had me at the grocery store yesterday...with my three year-old daughter...after we had climbed snowy mountains in a church parking lot...and had stopped at a quaint coffee house for a hot cocoa. The items we needed were simple enough: Milk, eggs, orange juice, bread, mac-n-cheese and fish sticks. Six items. Run of the mill items. Nothing exotic or complicated. Right? Wrong.
We walk in and head for the bread. I know what kind of bread we get...Peppridge Farm Carb Style Wheat Bread. I found it easily among the sea of breads in the bread department. Oh yes, there's a bread department. It's off the bakery wing. So, I also picked up some eggs...a dozen brown Grade A large eggs. We were off to the races. Daughter was being good, but having some trouble focusing and staying in her skin. I'll never again give her a chocolaty drink before shopping, even if I think I'll only be a few minutes.
Milk, this one I know, also. Generic skim with the latest "sell by" date. Sweet! I'll just swing by the OJ and we're almost done. Have you seen the OJ section lately? It's immense and complicated and immensely complicated. OJ used to be Tropicana or Generic. Now, there's fifteen brands and each has its own No Pulp, Low Pulp, Some Pulp, Lots of Pulp, Pulp-tastic, OJ with things added, like Calcium and Vitamins...OJ with things taken away like Low Acid, Low Sugar. My head was spinning. I centered myself, asked Daughter to stop spinning the cart around in a death spiral, grabbed generic Low Pulp and hoped for the best.
We had picked up the mac-n-cheese on our way down a previous aisle and only needed fish sticks. On our 5th lap around the frozen food section, Daughter began to hop. Out loud I said "You've been really good. I know you are jumping, literally, out of your skin, but as soon as I figure out where they are hiding the fish sticks, we can go home." A nice woman heard me and pointed me to the fish department. Yup, next to the fresh fish is a frozen case where they hide the Gorton's and Van Dekamp's. Now, the fresh chicken and such has no frozen case next to it...the frozen chicken fingers live in the frozen food section. What kind of logic is that?!
When I left the grocery store, 45 minutes later with my 6 items, I was exhausted.
Daily Random Musing Item: Why do they classify eggs as Grade A when I've never seen anyone selling Grade B eggs. Further, if there is no Grade B, what's with the Grade A classification? If there is a Grade B, what happens to those eggs?
We live in a time complicated by an overwhelming number of options. I'll use yesterday as an example. I'll just say that I am not generally the shopper. However, circumstances had me at the grocery store yesterday...with my three year-old daughter...after we had climbed snowy mountains in a church parking lot...and had stopped at a quaint coffee house for a hot cocoa. The items we needed were simple enough: Milk, eggs, orange juice, bread, mac-n-cheese and fish sticks. Six items. Run of the mill items. Nothing exotic or complicated. Right? Wrong.
We walk in and head for the bread. I know what kind of bread we get...Peppridge Farm Carb Style Wheat Bread. I found it easily among the sea of breads in the bread department. Oh yes, there's a bread department. It's off the bakery wing. So, I also picked up some eggs...a dozen brown Grade A large eggs. We were off to the races. Daughter was being good, but having some trouble focusing and staying in her skin. I'll never again give her a chocolaty drink before shopping, even if I think I'll only be a few minutes.
Milk, this one I know, also. Generic skim with the latest "sell by" date. Sweet! I'll just swing by the OJ and we're almost done. Have you seen the OJ section lately? It's immense and complicated and immensely complicated. OJ used to be Tropicana or Generic. Now, there's fifteen brands and each has its own No Pulp, Low Pulp, Some Pulp, Lots of Pulp, Pulp-tastic, OJ with things added, like Calcium and Vitamins...OJ with things taken away like Low Acid, Low Sugar. My head was spinning. I centered myself, asked Daughter to stop spinning the cart around in a death spiral, grabbed generic Low Pulp and hoped for the best.
We had picked up the mac-n-cheese on our way down a previous aisle and only needed fish sticks. On our 5th lap around the frozen food section, Daughter began to hop. Out loud I said "You've been really good. I know you are jumping, literally, out of your skin, but as soon as I figure out where they are hiding the fish sticks, we can go home." A nice woman heard me and pointed me to the fish department. Yup, next to the fresh fish is a frozen case where they hide the Gorton's and Van Dekamp's. Now, the fresh chicken and such has no frozen case next to it...the frozen chicken fingers live in the frozen food section. What kind of logic is that?!
When I left the grocery store, 45 minutes later with my 6 items, I was exhausted.
Daily Random Musing Item: Why do they classify eggs as Grade A when I've never seen anyone selling Grade B eggs. Further, if there is no Grade B, what's with the Grade A classification? If there is a Grade B, what happens to those eggs?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Nuclear Party at My House!
So, upon conversing with one of my good friends about the questions being asked of the canditates about the reality of nuclear attack in the next 3 to 10 years, we've made a pact. The sirens go off, we go down together. During the conversation, I had visions of us all hunkered down in the basement ala Anne Frank trying to silence Dog 2, as generic bad guys storm the suburban neighborhood.
Daily random musing item: The Golden Globes were cancelled due to the writer's strike. We were treated to watching two people who I don't know read the nominees and announce the winners. Really? At that point, if there's no red carpet, no limos, no plunging necklines and celebrities to either impress us or make fools of themselves, what have you truly got? I would not watch an hour TV program to have my local sportscaster read the results of the NFL season to me. I want to watch the SuperBowl. So, if we're planning OscarsLite or I Can't Believe It's Not The Oscars, please spare me. I can read a list of winners online myself and make witty banter over it with my friends.
Daily random musing item: The Golden Globes were cancelled due to the writer's strike. We were treated to watching two people who I don't know read the nominees and announce the winners. Really? At that point, if there's no red carpet, no limos, no plunging necklines and celebrities to either impress us or make fools of themselves, what have you truly got? I would not watch an hour TV program to have my local sportscaster read the results of the NFL season to me. I want to watch the SuperBowl. So, if we're planning OscarsLite or I Can't Believe It's Not The Oscars, please spare me. I can read a list of winners online myself and make witty banter over it with my friends.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Cooking
Gentle Readers,
Generally, with the cooking, me not so much. Can I prepare meals? Yes, if I have a recipe. But that's reading not cooking. Cooking is tasting something and saying "Hmmm, I think this dish needs more Jamaican allspice." and having that be just what's missing.
So, we've established WYM cannot cook. However, yesterday morning, with the troops not feeling well, I stepped up and made scrambled eggs, biscuits and bacon. Scrambled eggs, no real biggie. Bacon was microwave variety. Biscuits sponsored by Bisquick, however, I added the requisite milk and mix in a bowl and stirred it up. Then I tried to roll it out to make that perfectly round Hungry Jack biscuits. That worked not. So, drop biscuits it was. Daughter ate everything on her plate. I was proud.
Then, an hour or so later, she comes up to me and says "Mutti? Please I have nutter blakit." I couldn't figure out what she was asking me. "What do you want, honey?" "What you made for us?" A BISCUIT! Better yet, another one of MY biscuits. That was cool. I couldn't be more proud.
Random item on which to muse: What's in a name? Well, Bill, may I call you Bill? Sorry, Mr. Shakespeare, sir. If you're Oprah, everything. All you have to say to swing doors wide for you is, "I'm Oprah's (insert job title here)." On the back of my cereal box the other morning was the shining face of Oprah's personal trainer. Didn't you use to have to play a professional sport or have won an Olympic medal to wind up on a cereal box?
Generally, with the cooking, me not so much. Can I prepare meals? Yes, if I have a recipe. But that's reading not cooking. Cooking is tasting something and saying "Hmmm, I think this dish needs more Jamaican allspice." and having that be just what's missing.
So, we've established WYM cannot cook. However, yesterday morning, with the troops not feeling well, I stepped up and made scrambled eggs, biscuits and bacon. Scrambled eggs, no real biggie. Bacon was microwave variety. Biscuits sponsored by Bisquick, however, I added the requisite milk and mix in a bowl and stirred it up. Then I tried to roll it out to make that perfectly round Hungry Jack biscuits. That worked not. So, drop biscuits it was. Daughter ate everything on her plate. I was proud.
Then, an hour or so later, she comes up to me and says "Mutti? Please I have nutter blakit." I couldn't figure out what she was asking me. "What do you want, honey?" "What you made for us?" A BISCUIT! Better yet, another one of MY biscuits. That was cool. I couldn't be more proud.
Random item on which to muse: What's in a name? Well, Bill, may I call you Bill? Sorry, Mr. Shakespeare, sir. If you're Oprah, everything. All you have to say to swing doors wide for you is, "I'm Oprah's (insert job title here)." On the back of my cereal box the other morning was the shining face of Oprah's personal trainer. Didn't you use to have to play a professional sport or have won an Olympic medal to wind up on a cereal box?
Friday, January 11, 2008
Kids with runny noses scare me
Gentle readers - My daughter is three. She has a cold. That's not scary. The stuff coming out of her nose though...that would turn back armies of Huns.
I'll explain. Her nose looks like it needs a wipe (every 3 seconds). So you grab a tissue and wipe it, right? Aren't you cute. Maybe the first time. But here's how a pro does it.
You command your child to come to you for a nose wipe. She rolls her glassy little eyes at you. You fortify yourself with no less than three tissues and descend on the runny nose. You proceed to wipe while a virtual clown-car of snot is discharged from the tiny little nose in your care.
It's nasty. I say we line the borders of the US with snotty nosed three-year olds in need of a wipe. We could let the Border Patrol go and Ta da! Budget surplus!
I'll explain. Her nose looks like it needs a wipe (every 3 seconds). So you grab a tissue and wipe it, right? Aren't you cute. Maybe the first time. But here's how a pro does it.
You command your child to come to you for a nose wipe. She rolls her glassy little eyes at you. You fortify yourself with no less than three tissues and descend on the runny nose. You proceed to wipe while a virtual clown-car of snot is discharged from the tiny little nose in your care.
It's nasty. I say we line the borders of the US with snotty nosed three-year olds in need of a wipe. We could let the Border Patrol go and Ta da! Budget surplus!
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
2008 comes in the way 2007 went out
Gentle readers,
Problems, problems, problems. This time of a vehicular variety. On the way to my in-laws house, the truck died on the side of the highway. The truck got towed, a cab was called and the snowstorm started.
Perspective - the three year-old was singing and happy the whole time. For her it was an adventure.
Reality - I might be buying a new car soon. Anyone got $25,000 I can borrow?
Happy New Year!
Problems, problems, problems. This time of a vehicular variety. On the way to my in-laws house, the truck died on the side of the highway. The truck got towed, a cab was called and the snowstorm started.
Perspective - the three year-old was singing and happy the whole time. For her it was an adventure.
Reality - I might be buying a new car soon. Anyone got $25,000 I can borrow?
Happy New Year!
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