27 March 2011
21 March 2011
On the horns of a dilemma....
The title doesn't have anything to do with anything, I've just always loved the way it sounds. Same with "wax eloquent," which was the subject of a Charlie Brown comic strip 40 years ago. I took the comic strip to my English teacher because...it was so WITTY! And just...made me want to do things with a pen. Witty things. It's coming ;)
Having one of those weeks...which will be really funny NEXT week. The weather is amazing here, and we had a riverside picnic Saturday. Followed by some basketball, some more basketball, a nap and then...all hell broke loose. I fell over a rake. Not the way cartoon characters fall over rakes...you know, where they step on it and it pops up and smacks them in the face? THIS rake had its tines firmly planted in the ground and when I stepped on it? I went down. With a chair. My foot and my elbow went first. That's the second time this week, which suggests I wear that ankle brace fulltime.
I've realized something...the second best thing about having kids? As well as the second worst thing about having kids? Parents of kids. Most fun and most trouble...other kids parents. Having said that? I'd like to throw my name in the hat for luckiest parent ever. Life is fun.
The Not Nice Kid has a stomach virus, the onset of which was announced at SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE. I finally put her in the car at 2:30 in the morning and came home...I know how to run the washer and dryer here. Which brings us to...
After two full days of nonstop activity, my super-dee-dooper dryer, which talks to you and dries stuff and is amazing...decided not to heat. I've pulled it out and unplugged it, so the little computer guy can reset, but there's a good chance something needs to be replaced. I hope I can do the replacing as opposed to having to pay someone from Sears to replace it because they seem to consider a service visit equivalent to a semester's tuition, and I'm more in need of a semester's tuition. ALTHOUGH...last fall I paid the trade school to make me clothesline poles. They're still in a prone position in the back yard but...I can dig holes. I usually do it with The Nice Kid, who has tennis elbow, but I can dig holes.
Spring. I wish the seasons would stop here, until fall. I hate summer.
If I don't get some sleep tonight? I'm going to check into a hotel and collapse ;) With clean sheets ;)
Having one of those weeks...which will be really funny NEXT week. The weather is amazing here, and we had a riverside picnic Saturday. Followed by some basketball, some more basketball, a nap and then...all hell broke loose. I fell over a rake. Not the way cartoon characters fall over rakes...you know, where they step on it and it pops up and smacks them in the face? THIS rake had its tines firmly planted in the ground and when I stepped on it? I went down. With a chair. My foot and my elbow went first. That's the second time this week, which suggests I wear that ankle brace fulltime.
I've realized something...the second best thing about having kids? As well as the second worst thing about having kids? Parents of kids. Most fun and most trouble...other kids parents. Having said that? I'd like to throw my name in the hat for luckiest parent ever. Life is fun.
The Not Nice Kid has a stomach virus, the onset of which was announced at SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE. I finally put her in the car at 2:30 in the morning and came home...I know how to run the washer and dryer here. Which brings us to...
After two full days of nonstop activity, my super-dee-dooper dryer, which talks to you and dries stuff and is amazing...decided not to heat. I've pulled it out and unplugged it, so the little computer guy can reset, but there's a good chance something needs to be replaced. I hope I can do the replacing as opposed to having to pay someone from Sears to replace it because they seem to consider a service visit equivalent to a semester's tuition, and I'm more in need of a semester's tuition. ALTHOUGH...last fall I paid the trade school to make me clothesline poles. They're still in a prone position in the back yard but...I can dig holes. I usually do it with The Nice Kid, who has tennis elbow, but I can dig holes.
Spring. I wish the seasons would stop here, until fall. I hate summer.
If I don't get some sleep tonight? I'm going to check into a hotel and collapse ;) With clean sheets ;)
15 March 2011
My version rocked...
This weekend we started cleaning up the debris from a winter of snow, ice and sloth. (When I announced this, The Big Boy informed me he had to spend a couple of hours "working on our finances." I told the kids...I give him 30 minutes before he comes and asks where we bank.)
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e picked up trash and rearranged piles and hauled stuff around. And in the midst of the afternoon, I cut back some shrubs and found these pipes sticking out of the ground at the northeast corner of the house. About a foot from the foundation. They are embedded in concrete. No caps.
I asked. No one knew. I peered down into the depths and there wasn't anything but water. We theorized. You pour bug killer down them and it seeps into the foundation? You tie a rope to them and repel down the backyard? They hold torches?
MY theory, and it's still the best one, is that they vent radon. We've never checked for radon around The Institution; I'm pretty sure there's no such thing and it's just a way for Lowe's to get you to come into the store so that you have to walk through the garden center and all that stuff can jump into your cart. But since I have a project in mind for this portion of the yard, I really needed to know what the pipes are for. I took the picture, being careful not to breathe when I got close, to send to knowledgeable friends.
Television antenna tower.
Back in the day? Before DirecTV and such? Television antennas mounted as high as was feasible were the norm. (If you are of a certain age, you remember one kid going outside and turning the antenna, while the other stood inside and yelled, "A little more, a little more...no back! Back!" Until the signal was just right. You also remember when the remote? Was you. Nothing for a napping parent to yell for a kid in another part of the house to "Come here." And when you got there? "Put that on Channel 19." Child abuse.)
But the three pipes are what's left of a really high television antenna, mounted at the back of the house halfway up the hillside. To think...I was working on evacuation plans and all along...it was bad memory.
I'm so proud ;)
W
e picked up trash and rearranged piles and hauled stuff around. And in the midst of the afternoon, I cut back some shrubs and found these pipes sticking out of the ground at the northeast corner of the house. About a foot from the foundation. They are embedded in concrete. No caps.I asked. No one knew. I peered down into the depths and there wasn't anything but water. We theorized. You pour bug killer down them and it seeps into the foundation? You tie a rope to them and repel down the backyard? They hold torches?
MY theory, and it's still the best one, is that they vent radon. We've never checked for radon around The Institution; I'm pretty sure there's no such thing and it's just a way for Lowe's to get you to come into the store so that you have to walk through the garden center and all that stuff can jump into your cart. But since I have a project in mind for this portion of the yard, I really needed to know what the pipes are for. I took the picture, being careful not to breathe when I got close, to send to knowledgeable friends.
Television antenna tower.
Back in the day? Before DirecTV and such? Television antennas mounted as high as was feasible were the norm. (If you are of a certain age, you remember one kid going outside and turning the antenna, while the other stood inside and yelled, "A little more, a little more...no back! Back!" Until the signal was just right. You also remember when the remote? Was you. Nothing for a napping parent to yell for a kid in another part of the house to "Come here." And when you got there? "Put that on Channel 19." Child abuse.)
But the three pipes are what's left of a really high television antenna, mounted at the back of the house halfway up the hillside. To think...I was working on evacuation plans and all along...it was bad memory.
I'm so proud ;)
10 March 2011
07 March 2011
Have I played the age card lately?
Yesterday The Not Nice Kid played soccer in arctic conditions. This is The South. It was cold.
After the game, we went to eat with our Besties...the parents who go with the flow and laugh a lot. We laughed a LOT. (That would be because we're funny ;)
Afterwards, we got ready to leave and because of the three beers I had with my dinner...The Nice Kid (who is 15 and has her learner's permit) was driving. We got in the car. She proceeded to back up and I pointed out, "Back up enough to get in the other lane, because you have to turn left."
She backed up. She got in the "other" lane.
THE ONE THAT INVOLVED ONCOMING TRAFFIC.
Oh, y'all. I lost it. I'm screaming bloody murder for her to GET OUT OF ONCOMING TRAFFIC and the light changes and the ONCOMING TRAFFIC is bearing down on us and...did I mention the screaming-bloody-murder part?
She freaks and...stops. Just stops. Right there in the middle of ONCOMING TRAFFIC. Oncoming Traffic was not amused. Oncoming Traffic put on her Not-Amused Face and glared at us.
I made TNK get out of the car and let me drive. Hell...three beers down and I'm STILL not confused. YOU, on the other hand, are CLUELESS.
A friend and I talked about this this morning...about how this generation's decision-making skills are lacking because we never let them make decisions. I've decided to work on this except...NOT IN THE ONCOMING LANE.
We'll talk about it later ;(
After the game, we went to eat with our Besties...the parents who go with the flow and laugh a lot. We laughed a LOT. (That would be because we're funny ;)
Afterwards, we got ready to leave and because of the three beers I had with my dinner...The Nice Kid (who is 15 and has her learner's permit) was driving. We got in the car. She proceeded to back up and I pointed out, "Back up enough to get in the other lane, because you have to turn left."
She backed up. She got in the "other" lane.
THE ONE THAT INVOLVED ONCOMING TRAFFIC.
Oh, y'all. I lost it. I'm screaming bloody murder for her to GET OUT OF ONCOMING TRAFFIC and the light changes and the ONCOMING TRAFFIC is bearing down on us and...did I mention the screaming-bloody-murder part?
She freaks and...stops. Just stops. Right there in the middle of ONCOMING TRAFFIC. Oncoming Traffic was not amused. Oncoming Traffic put on her Not-Amused Face and glared at us.
I made TNK get out of the car and let me drive. Hell...three beers down and I'm STILL not confused. YOU, on the other hand, are CLUELESS.
A friend and I talked about this this morning...about how this generation's decision-making skills are lacking because we never let them make decisions. I've decided to work on this except...NOT IN THE ONCOMING LANE.
We'll talk about it later ;(
02 March 2011
A WHAT problem?
I have two prescriptions. One is for blood pressure and one is for life. Sent in my online refill request Monday and got this message back saying they were temporarily out of stock of the blood pressure meds. Okay, fine. You'll have it tomorrow.
Didn't go yesterday, so whipped into the drivethru today and...no blood pressure meds. The clerk said, "Sorry, but we can't get that now. Something about 'manufacturing problems.' " MANUFACTURING PROBLEMS? It's Adelide. It's been around awhile. Why would there all of a sudden be manufacturing problems? She told me they would call my doctor and try to get the basics of the medication through another brand and they'd let me know.
I took my Cymbalta and left. I figure if I have a stroke? I won't care ;)
Didn't go yesterday, so whipped into the drivethru today and...no blood pressure meds. The clerk said, "Sorry, but we can't get that now. Something about 'manufacturing problems.' " MANUFACTURING PROBLEMS? It's Adelide. It's been around awhile. Why would there all of a sudden be manufacturing problems? She told me they would call my doctor and try to get the basics of the medication through another brand and they'd let me know.
I took my Cymbalta and left. I figure if I have a stroke? I won't care ;)
01 March 2011
If you're not a fan of Fred's?
You should be. I wish I was this gracefully articulate.
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