Thursday, December 25, 2008

LG's latest tricks

Not too much time to write, but here's some Christmas footage of LG's latest stunts:


It's pretty cute stuff, I warn you. He's still mostly bear walking around, but he's increased his range, and added a few steps in here and there.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Have you ever experienced?

Have you ever been experienced?


Dudes! I'm sure you'd love to hear all about how I'm wrapping prezzies and trying to organize and squeeze in a visit or two, but I just told you all of that!



So here, have a meme! I swiped this from everyone.



Things you've already done: bold



Things you want to do: italicize



Things you haven't done and don't want to: leave in plain font



1. Started your own blog. D'oh.

2. Slept under the stars. I camp. I'm good with nature.

3. Played in a band. Screaming Butterflies. 1990. Keyboards.

4. Visited Hawaii.

5. Watched a meteor shower. I'm fairly certain my husband and I did this on our first date.

6. Given more than you can afford to charity. Depends on what "afford" means... If people are going hungry, I can skimp a little on my groceries to help out.

7. Been to Disneyland/world. Both.

8. Climbed a mountain. No, thank you.

9. Held a praying mantis. I don't think so.

10. Sang a solo (in the shower).

11. Bungee jumped. No f***ing way thank you.

12. Visited Paris. I hear it's crowded.

13. Watched a lightning storm at sea. From shore, yes.

14. Taught yourself an art from scratch.

15. Adopted a child.

16. Had food poisoning. I have, however, eaten so much I made myself sick.

17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty. In grade school. Who makes small children do that???

18. Grown your own vegetables.

19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France. Rumor has it that in order to do that, I would have to visit Paris. See above.

20. Slept on an overnight train. Bath to Edinborough (sp?) Not comfy.

21. Had a pillow fight. I have a sibling, HELLO.

22. Hitch hiked. I've accepted a ride or two from strangers, but I wasn't thumbing it alongside the highway if that's what you mean.

23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill. Does sick of work count?

24. Built a snow fort. Hell, we built entire snow VILLAGES when I was a kid.

25. Held a lamb. No, but I've eaten one (I try not to get to know my food)

26. Gone skinny dipping.

27. Run a Marathon. I'm allergic to running.

28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice.

29. Seen a total eclipse. Several.

30. Watched a sunrise or sunset. Too many times to count. I was a rower. Enough said.

31. Hit a home run.

32. Been on a cruise. Sigh

33. Seen Niagara Falls in person. Too many times to count.

34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.

35. Seen an Amish community. Yes, and I find them rather creepy. Don't ask.

36. Taught yourself a new language. As in self taught? Nope. But I do sort of speak a few.

37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied. I've gotten over the money thing. I've lived on next to nothing, so having something is enough to make me happy. I pay the bills and have some left over for fun. Good enough. And I figure, if I can feel like I can give some away (and we do) I must have enough for me and mine, right?

38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person.

39. Gone rock climbing.

40. Seen Michelangelo’s David.

41. Sung karaoke. BADLY.

42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt. I don't understand the appeal.

43. Bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant.

44. Visited Africa.

45. Walked on a beach by moonlight.

46. Been transported in an ambulance. Fingers crossed.

47. Had your portrait painted. I had a paper-cut silhouette done when I was a kid, is that considered a portrait?

48. Gone deep sea fishing. Unfortunately. And I could care less about it.

49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person.

50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. WHAT IS YOUR OBSESSION WITH PARIS? There ARE other places to go.

51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling.

52. Kissed in the rain.

53. Played in the mud.

54. Gone to a drive-in theater.

55. Been in a movie.

56. Visited the Great Wall of China.

57. Started a business. I know. Does it count if my ex husband started one in my name without asking me? I owned a rowing club, until I lost the club I didn't know I owned in a divorce I paid for. Really, just don't ask.

58. Taken a martial arts class.

59. Visited Russia. I would LOVE to go to Russia. But not in the winter.

60. Served at a soup kitchen. To encourage my rowers to volunteer for stuffs, I brought a group of them with me and forced them to participate. Nothing like forced volunteerism.

61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies. More than we can talk about.

62. Gone whale watching.

63. Gotten flowers for no reason. Not for a while, though. Hint, hint.

64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma. No can do. I lived in England during Mad Cow.

65. Gone sky diving. HELL. NO.

66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp.

67. Bounced a check. In the days before overdraft protection.

68. Flown in a helicopter.

69. Saved a favorite childhood toy.

70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial.

71. Eaten Caviar. And now I'm hungry for blini.

72. Pieced a quilt. Yup, one or two. I'm not Amish, but I can quilt when I want to.

73. Stood in Times Square. This is eventful? It's smelly and usually crowded. And frequently, there are freaks there holding snakes in the middle of large crowds (ask PB about that...)

74. Toured the Everglades.

75. Been fired from a job. I've been laid off, but never fired.

76. Seen the Changing of the Guard in London.

77. Broken a bone.

78. Been on a speeding motorcycle. Never happened, never will. Nope.

79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person.

80. Published a book.

81. Visited the Vatican.

82. Bought a brand new car.

83. Walked in Jerusalem.

84. Had your picture in the newspaper. I come from a small home town. Lots of weird stuff makes the paper.

85. Read the entire Bible. Yes! The whole thing! Front to back! It took me several months. I STILL haven't really told you about that, have I? There's a reason.

86. Visited the White House.

87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.

88. Had chickenpox.

89. Saved someone’s life. Not that I know of. Thank god.

90. Sat on a jury. No, but I would if called.

91. Met someone famous. Steven Tyler, from Aerosmith. I was walking on Boston with a friend who said (as he passed), "Was that Steven Tyler?", and I said, "No, I don't think so." and he turned around for a second and said, "Yes, it is.". Weird and funny.

92. Joined a book club. No, thank you.

93. Lost a loved one. Too many to count on one hand.

94. Had a baby.

95. Seen the Alamo in person.

96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake. Why?

97. Been involved in a law suit. Peripherally.

98. Owned a cell phone.

99. Been stung by a bee. I've been stung by all kinds of things, yo.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

In which I admitt my lapse.

Internets, I have been remiss. No posting in almost a month. I suck. Sorry. But I will proceed to try to make up for it. It's been a really long month. People were ill, LG is learning to walk, holidays came and went. And work. More work.



The Update:


-LG is almost walking. All by himself. He has taken a step or two by himself, but no great distance yet. Soon, I hear.


- The porch isn't done. I know, I know. First it was Halloween, then Thanksgiving, and now Christmas. We'll see. I've made so many threats I must sound like a mobster. To no avail. They won't work in snow, they don't work in the rain. This one had a dr appt, that one had to leave for an emergency. Whatever.


-We took the Christmas photos. Whew. LG was not really cooperative. I wrapped some empty boxes as "prop presents" and we gussied up the bear. Here is the one we didn't use:




It's cute, but you can't really see his face. We did use two others (one on a Merry Christmas Card and one on a Happy Holidays card, because PB and I couldn't agree about which photo to use).

- In other news, I was blasted in my mid-year review, as expected. After being told that I would have to do it bigger and better than the next guy to make up for the time I was on leave, I proceeded to do less. Though it was acknowledged that I worked on one of the worst jobs, with one of the worst seniors, it won't matter. And frankly, I could care less. Because if they promote me, they will expect more. And I already feel like they get a little too much some days. I know, great attitude. I will suck up my krappy job in the short run, because I won't leave during busy season (bad karma, that is), but I'll be back on the job hunt in March. If busy season goes REALLY well, might contemplate sucking up the next two years, leach another kid out of the firm and vest my portfolio. But that'd be nothing short of a miracle, I tells you.

Now, do you feel updated?

Monday, November 10, 2008

Puppy Love

This is a quick post of LG and his puppies (since C sent us some photos. as an aside, C might be a badger we decided over the weekend. all considering that the stamp of the badger is facial hair. something to ponder).


On to the pictures:




As you can see, LG has absolutely no fear of dogs. He's just happy they share their toys with him. I should point out that these are the best behaved dogs I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Cute and fun, but not in your face at every moment. Oh, and they don't smell funny (always a plus for me).

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Halloween and Election Day

Ahhh, so much has happened in only a week. Holy cows, people. And now I will bore you with it all. Day by day, even.

Friday, the 31st. Ohh, Halloween. We had a parade at school, and dressed up with our girlyfriend:

Then we went to Auntie M's house to hand out treats and visit with Grammie and Grampa. Here we are with all of our cousins (notice the giraffe herd):

It was good times. After this we went to visit a new(ish) puppy friend, Jasper. If we hadn't just woken up, I think we would have played more.

Then on Saturday, we went to the circus. Where it started out fine, and ended up being a little overwhelming. Sort of like this:


The ring was constantly filled with people all doing different things (I don't remember it being so chaotic). So after the tigers and the motor cycles, we looked like this:



Honk-shoo. It was good, though. At least after he fell asleep, PB got to sit and watch the rest of the show. LG, PB and Miss L's first time to the circus was a success, all in all. I, however, still have not gotten my cotton candy fix on. When did they start charging $5 to $12 for air blown sugar? Jeepers.


On Sunday we visited some other puppies, where we learned that LG can talk to the dogs. Everytime the one puppy would bark, LG would giggle. No joke. Like the dog was telling him jokes (and who knows, maybe she was...) He loved it. Hopefully, the dogs did too (I don't think there was too much stealing of toys or fur pulling). I didn't get photos, though, drat.


On Tuesday, LG got out the vote:

The shirt says "I vote for change! (my diaper's wet)". The people at the polls loved it. And in this picture you can see the my kid is scrawny (though not this scrawny, he's pulling himself out of his seat with his arms, so he's all stretched out. Don't go calling child services on us or anything).

Other than that, a new tooth is on its way. Hopefully it'll be in any day now. We'll see.

In other news, I have stopped my job search. Two opportunities were taken off the table due to the economy, so I'm going to wait it out. Besides, I couldn't leave during busy season. That's just not right.










Thursday, October 30, 2008

In which I rant...

Has no one from Cleveland heard of traffic karma? And really, why are the krappiest drivers on earth all congregating in the city with possibly the most construction in the world???

There are some standard traffic courtesies that people here seem to want to ignore:

1. Merging is a necessity. Not something I'm doing for fun. If I have courteously put on my directional, and given you some warning, make a space and let me in darn it. Especially if I am trying to merge early and not create traffic havoc.

2. Use your rassin, frassin directional. It is manditorily put in your vehicle for a reason. I do not read minds, I have no idea where you are trying to get to. But if you use the lovely little blinky lights, I will know your intentions and assist you if I can.

3. If you drive a truck or an SUV, or even a larger mini-van, please direct your head lights appropriately. For a car, headlights should point straight ahead, I believe. But for you larger vehicles, get your headlights out of my rear view mirror, please.

4. If you are not passing the people driving to your right, you should move one lane to the right. That's correct. If you are in the center lane, and the right lane is passing you, move the heck over. And if you are in the left lane and are not passing people in the center, move over. Don't try to monitor my speed by doing 60 in the fast lane. It will only cause me to wish large smelly camels to join you in bed at night. And spit.

5. Don't beep at me when you think I should have turned in traffic. You are not sitting in my driver's seat. You have no idea how my car handles, or what I can see that you can't. Wait your stinking turn politely. Your beeping will just distract me and make the whole thing take longer.

Five edicts is enough for one rant, I think. And I'm sure there are people who will say "Just because you put on your signal doesn't mean I have to let you pull over". To those people I say, may you be stuck on the merge to i-90 for hours at rush hour. That is bad traffic karma.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

He flies through the air...

With the greatest of ease, the daring young man on the flying trapeze. His movements are graceful, the crowd is so pleased. Oh, we'd love to be like him some day.



And that, my friends, is how I learned the song. Because my mom, as was her style, changed the words to suit her.



The actual last line is "My love he has stolen away".

And for a brief moment in time, this whole kind of thing upset me. My mom used to dance around the room with us, singing her own words and humming the tune when she couldn't even fake words. There are so many songs that I have a complete misconception of what they were actually about.

Then the other day I found myself making up the words to a song for LG. Because I couldn't quite remember the next line, and it was rapidly approaching. And rather than stop short, when he was obviously enjoying dancing with me, I just made something up. And sometimes I make things up so I can include his name in the song.

I now understand my mom a little better. Rather than give up the opportunity to dance around her kitchen with her family, she played it by ear. Thanks, Mom.

Snuffle, and sigh, and wonder why...

Alas, internets, I did not get the job I interviewed for last week. Rats. The owner/CEO decided that he needed someone with more experience in areas that I have none. Oh, well.

Upon hearing this, and realizing that I would not be giving my two weeks notice this week, I also realized that when I initially heard about this job, I wasn't interested. But as it became a possibility, my interest grew. Which leads me to suspect that I wanted out of my current job much more than I really wanted this potential job. Argh.

Now I'm thinking I need to shape up in my current position, as I might have to ride it out longer than originally planned. And wait until the right job comes along. Whenever that might be.

But I still hate my current job. No worries, that hasn't changed. Even though I'm at my favorite client this week. It's only a week.

And on that note, I will end this post. As I have other things to write about, and don't want them sullied by this yucky business.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

In which I declare myself an ungrateful wench...

About now everyone knows how much I dispise my job. For a lot of different reasons. In the end, it served a purpose (so that I am eligible to sit for the CPA exam) and now I can move on. And get away from the long hours, the obnoxious back biting co-workers and the endless boring tasks.

But occasionally I get to do something fun. Like organize our "Day Away", or the holiday giving tree. And I really do enjoy that aspect of the job. I don't get extra pay, and I don't take credit for it on my annual review. It's just a nice thing that we can all do together. Whatever, right?

However, I just received a nice cash bonus for my volunteer work. Which makes me feel like a heel. I complain about my job, and my employer, and in the end, they really do nice things for us when they are able. It's not their fault that I don't like being an auditor.

Now, add to that the fact that one of the partners just stopped by my cube to ask if I wanted to go down to the health center with him to get my flu shot. Because he knows I get one every year and wanted to make sure I remembered.

In the end, I do like my employer, I guess. I'm just at a point where this is not the right job for the time.

And I promise that I will stop trying to convince myself that it's ok to leave a good employer for a good cause on my blog, so that you do not have to read about it anymore.

Another MeMe

My sister in law asked me to do this one, so I will.

Put an X next to the ones you've done in your life time:

(X ) Gone on a blind date
( X) Skipped school...
( ) Watched someone die
(X) Been to Canada
( ) Been to Mexico
(X ) Been to Florida
(X) Been on a plane
(X) Been lost
( X) Been on the opposite side of the country
(X) Gone to Washington , DC
(X) Swam in the ocean
(X) Cried yourself to sleep
() Played cops and robbers
(X) Recently colored with crayons
(X) Sang Karaoke
(X ) Paid for a meal with coins only?
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?
(X) Made prank phone calls?
(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) Danced in the rain
(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus
(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe
(X) Watched the sunrise with someone you care about
(X) Blown bubbles
(X) Gone ice-skating
(X) Been skinny dipping outdoors
(X) Gone to the movies

1. Any nickname? Jenn, Little Jenn
2. Mother's name? Nancy
3. Favorite drink? Coke
4. Any Tattoo's? no
5. Body piercing? yup.
6. How much do you love your job? About as much as root canal.
8. Favorite vacation? so far -the ocean>
9. Ever been to Africa ? No
10. Ever eaten cookies for dinner? yes
11. Ever been on TV? No
12. Ever steal any traffic sign? yes
13. Ever been in a car accident? yes
14. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle? 4 door
15. Favorite salad dressing: ranch
16. Favorite pie? banana cream
17. Favorite number? 2
18. Favorite movie? Shawshank Redemption
19. Favorite holiday? Christmas
20. Favorite dessert? ice cream
22. Favorite day of the week? Saturday
23. Favorite brand of body wash? I never got into "body wash"... Soap is easier.
24. Favorite toothpaste? Oh, that new Crest Complete. Love that stuff
25. Favorite smell? Ryan
26. What do you do to relax? nap with the kitty cats
27. How do you see yourself in 10 years? same place as I am now, with a new job (I like where I am!)
28. How many siblings do you have? 1
29. Furthest place you will send this message? the interweb
30. Who will respond to this the fastest? who knows

Monday, October 13, 2008

A meme

outside my window: what window? This audit room has no windows. I hear it's supposed to be warm and sunny in the real world, though.


daily rhythm: wake up at 6:am, feed LG. Get ready for work. Drop off LG. Go to work. around 5:00 someone picks LG up. He eats and has a nap. We all play, someone does some house work. 8:00 LG gets a bath and more play time. 9:30 we start the night routine (which I can't explain, as I sleep through most of it)


I am thankful for: lots of stuff. family, friends, my health, the fact that my job isn't permanent. my supervisor calling in sick today (not her being sick, just that she's not here)


Breakfast - earl grey tea and Kashi heart to heart cereal (which PB thinks looks like cat food, and calls "Mama kibble")


Lunch - leftover pizza and a cherry pepsi. lunch of runner ups...


Supper - who knows? I wasn't planning on being home early, but now the possibility is there. Damn, think, think.


I am wearing- a purple turtle neck thingy, a grey skirt and my black patent leather flats.


I am creating- pillow cases for Aunti's Js kiddos. By request, otherwise, I'm out of that business.


Bringing beauty to my home by taking my kid to school so he cannot create further chaos.


I am reading Water for Elephants. Well, soon I will be. I'm trying to finish up some Nora Roberts trash first, and it's taking forever, peoples.


I am hoping that this interview come through with a new job. I really liked this place. And I really don't like my job. more on that below.


Around the house there is krappe everywhere. Literally and figuratively (we have to take the black cat to the vet. I think LG is giving him a nervous condition). And if I step on another little person, I swear I'll do something violent.


Right now I need more soda, so ponder this picture of LG at his first hockey game for a while:




Wednesday, October 8, 2008

LG Appleseed

We took LG apple picking with some friends on Sunday, and we think he liked it. He definately liked being out in the orchard, and when PB put him up near the apples, he tried to eat some leaves.

I had a lot of fun, at least. I can remember going apple picking with my Mom every year. Sometimes with a group of people, sometimes just her and I. Sometimes more than once a year if they were still in season and we had run out! I'm glad we're starting the tradition with LG early.

Here are the photos:

This one is LG and his first apple. He spent some time on the ground in the orchard just checking out the fruit and the trees.

This one is LG and I on the giant pumpkin. Check out our coordinating sweaters that Grammie knitted for us. We are styling in our fall colors, eh? I'm not sure why he's making a face, but you can check out PB's backside next to the stroller in the background (woo hoo). He was waiting in line for kettle corn.This one is LG with friends C & D. (these are the folks with the puppies that we love). Too much sun in their eyes, but still a cute shot! Now if LG were to get on C's shoulders? He be over 6 feet in the air! That'd be a new view for him.This one is one of my favorites. The sweater looks really good here. This was just before tasting some leaves, I believe. I don't think he's ever been this close to a tree before (ours are kind of tall, with not so many leaves close to his height).

And finally, LG on PB's shoulders. Yup, he's munching on his hair. A favorite activity when up on the shoulders.

All in all it was a good time. This Sunday I think LG and I are going to head out into the pumpkin patch and get him his first pumpkin. You have to love a season that requires you to be outside to get in all the fun you can before it gets all cold and snowy.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

"Amendment II
A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed. "



I still don't understand how people read that and think "I can carry a gun to protect myself from my fellow Americans." It says that the militia can arm itself in order to maintain a free state. Against foreign enemies. And it has to be a well regulated militia, not any idiot who is willing to sit out the waiting period. I'm just saying.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Politics

Whew. I just read a rant a friend of mine posted on her log. And now I will admitt that I haven't had time to dissect my opinion of Mrs. Palin, other than to know that I'd rather not vote for her. Her opinions are far off what I believe should be the center of our country. But now I need to clarify.

I do not need a president or vice president who believes exactly as I do. I need someone who is going to represent the whole country, with all its differences. Who isn't going to say, I'm against this, or for this, but will say, this is what America needs (and mean all of America, not just the people who can pay the most- like the religious right, or the big business lobbies). Who isn't going to tell us how to live our lives based on their personal religious beliefs, or anyone's religious beliefs.

It irks me that she wants to ban books. And it irks me that she is against all stem cell research (but she's ok with in vitro fertilization and other forms of assisted pregnancy- where does she want all the extra frozen embryos to go? The trash can? And that's not a smack in the face of all that is right??). Her redneck, "I shot a moose" attitude just annoys the snot out of me. Don't we all make fun of rednecks? Heck, Jeff Foxworthy wouldn't be rich if we didn't think there was something to point and laugh at there. And yet, some people want that to be our representative to the world???

I can't even get up the energy to rant about all of this any more. I spent most of the last 4 years saying "I might not like him, but the majority of the country voted for him, so this is what we get. I won't move to Canada, I will wait it out until the next election, where surely we will have learned something". And hopefully, we did.

In the end, I want someone who's going to stay out of my business, so that I can keep me and mine safe in whatever way I see fit. I don't need the perfect candidate, just someone who isn't going to make it worse.

Bill the Cat for President '08.

Friday, October 3, 2008

We have overcome...

Wow, this last two weeks we've just been in survival mode. There have been workmen tromping all over the yard. Some to dismantle the destroyed porch, some to trim up the rest of the trees and fix the damaged one, some to look at what the workmen destroyed (more on this later). Add to that that LG was home for a week with a stomach flu. And that meant PB and I took turns taking days off from work to be with him. Fun stuff, I tell you.

But now we are all healthy. And looking forward to a weekend!

The details:

So, we've known since we bought the house that we needed to have the trees trimmed up. There were a lot of dead limbs hanging in there. I would like to insert here that having done this before the storm would not have helped. The limb that took out the porch was a very healthy limb. But now we have happy trees. AND, I finally was able to convince PB that we needed to get rid of that yucky spruce that hung over the porch. No more scrubbing sap off my picnic table, and sweeping up pine needles that people drag in on their shoes. Woo hoo. But, sadly, the trees do look a bit slimmer now.

As for the workmen, pah on them. When they dismantled the porch roof, they threw their debris onto the flower beds in front of the porch. Completely covering a really pretty red rhododendron, an azalea (also red), a couple of bleeding hearts, and significantly covering another rhododendron. Oh, and all of my hostas. The hostas that the deer don't eat. So, I called the "boss" and told him I was unhappy. And Wednesday he sent a lawn guy to assess what happened and talk to me about what they would do. Uhm, you'll replace it all, dork. Right down to the last daffodil and tulip (also buried under there somewhere). What really irked me is that this is the one no maintenance part of my yard. It just came up all by itself. Happily. Damn them.

I just keep telling myself that next summer we will all enjoy this new porch and this will all seem like a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare (people and pets were spared, after all), but a bad dream.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Facelift

Ok, it's not a face lift yet. Here is a picture of the recent wrath of Ike:



Yup, that's pretty much half a tree on our front porch. Good times. And this happened during the 1 hour of torrential downpour last Sunday night. But we handled it well. I threw some stuff into a bag and packed up LG. We went out in search of a hotel to camp at. In the mean time, PB turned off the power and the gas and gathered up some other stuff to get us through the night. Of course, I had forgotten my cell phone at work, so we had to rely on a network approach to regroup (thank you Uncle B, for being a relay station). And LG and I had to go to 3 different hotels before we found one with power and a vacancy (good times in the pouring rain and wind). But LG was a real trouper. The only time he cried was after hotel # 2, when the wind was really whipping around and pelting us with rain. And by the time we got to hotel #3 he was right as rain again.


LG is officially pulling himself up to a stand and walking himself around objects now. It's fun to watch (until you realize that he's only 7 months old, and way to early for this). His crawl is a light speed, so there's no where he can't go (for instance, through the cat door). Again, cute, but a handful.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

And now for something...

Totally different. If you're in a place where laughing out loud is appropriate (and you won't get the red screen of death for violating work place ethics) go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTxkxG3DF4k

And laugh until you cry. I loves me some Richard Simmons, I'll admit. Who else gets away with wearing spangled short shorts and throwing butter (yes, I mean actual butter) at fat ladies? On national television?

And if you're in the mood for ... well , just plain odd, go here:

http://ellen.warnerbros.com/2008/08/hawaii_chair.php

Enough links for one day. You can tell how motivated I am to work today, huh? Yup, I still hate my job. But I am doing something about it. I have begun to update the resume, and have a plan of action. Which will remain a secret from all (except LG and PB, who need to be in the know).

LG is in full crawl mode now. And the cats are none too happy. We have to get him over to visit some of the puppies soon so that he can get a little petting practice on someone a tad more patient than my cats. He's also started to pull himself up on things. He can get himself up on his knees now. Which isn't good for me. For instance, this morning. PB tends to take the Binki out of LG's mouth when he puts him to bed and "store" in on the top rail of the crib. And then he forgets it there the next morning when he wakes LG up. So, usually there is more than 1 Binki sitting on that top rail. Well, this morning LG pulled himself up to the top rail at around 4:am. And emitted a squeal of delight upon finding a plethora of Binkis to chomp on. Which woke me up. By the time I got in there (admittedly a tad slowly), he was sound asleep with a Binki in his mouth, and one in each paw. Most people would think this was sweet. I, however, know that now he will think that all of the world's treasures are just out of his reach, and he will be climbing up on everything he can see. Great.

Oh, and what the hell happened to summer, people? Was I really stuck up in that tiny room for my whole summer? Damn it. At least we got to play volleyball a few times. And I guess we went to a party or two. I'll stop complaining now.

Must go fake work. Must pretend to care.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Bahhhh...

Ok, I'll admitt that at times I am a sheep. For instance, all the kids at school have these "Taggies" blankets. And LG didn't. It was a trend I was more than willing to let pass by. Because he has beautiful home made blankets from his Grammie. Which he loves to death. As is shown in this picture:



How cool is that blanket? However, we lost this mini blanket at a fair last Saturday. And LG decided he wanted to "share" his girlfriend, M's taggie blanket. And so, I have purchased a small "Taggie". Which he finds fascinating to chew, rub and explore, but will not sleep with. So, Grammie is making him a replacement for his old snuggle blanket. And I will remember that my kid doesn't need what all the "cool" kids have to be happy.

(oh, and to make me feel even more idiotic. One of the Mom's at school was actually disappointed to hear that LG had a taggie. She thinks his blankets are wonderful, and has admired them since he started school....)

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

At the swimming hole...

LG got to go into a pool for the first time this past weekend. He really liked it, I think. He splashed and crawled around. And then all the little girls in the pool decided they had enough of the obnoxious boy and left him to himself in the water. He didn't seem to mind, though.


The Final Act

I will now attempt to take you through the living room remodel pictorially:It all started with re-doing the ceiling. Down came all the old drywall tape, to be re-mudded, retaped and the whole shebang sanded. For some reason, PB is opposed to textured ceilings.In went the new window. Ahh, the new window. What wondrous light it lets in. And now I have a much better view of the neighbor getting the paper in his bathrobe. Lucky me.

Up came the carpet and all of the old floors (please note the "s" on the end. floors). This is one of the old floor joists before it came out. That abyss below it is the basement...
Next came the new paint debacle (sp?). This was when we seemed to think camo might be our answer. The fun was non-stop for this one...

Then the drywall was repaired and the sub floor went in. Which is one small line that took forever, it seemed. And it was dusty. Everywhere. This is probably when I absolutely gave up on even trying to be downstairs. And LG and I got a stir crazy.
This is day 2 of putting in the new floor. To the left you can see all the boards sitting out, to be picked for their placement. PB did a great job of varying the colors and sizes. Though it took much longer than he expected, it was well worth it.

This is LG in the completely new, empty room. So much potential right there. He looks a tad lost, though.

Somehow, I managed to not get any pictures of painting in process. Oh, probably because (other than taking off the switch plates) this is the only part I participated in. Yup, I primed and painted. And LG watched. He was very good about the whole thing. Go LG.

This one is from this morning (PB has turned off the date stamp in the camera). Woo hoo. All done. Krappe re-loaded and messy as ever. I show you this one because the lamp in the middle was the basis for the color choice.

We will now all breathe a sigh of relief. And let football season begin.

(Cue curtain close).

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

A meme!
All the cool kids are doing it.

THIS IS ME:

Eye Color: hazel green
Hair Color: according to Clairol it's Roasted Chestnut--
Dyed or Natural: um, see above
Curly or Straight: curly, mopish most days
Right- or Left-handed: both and neither
Tan or Pale: pale
Jeans or Khakis: khakis
Country, Rap, or Rock: a little of everything (I have a confused musical sense)
Car: badass station wagon
Place in order of preference--T.V., book, movie, music: movie, book, music, tv
Your heritage: Italian with a bit of English and German thrown in
Shoes you're wearing today: brown flats
Your weakness(es): ice cream, rum punch, those strawberry banana shakes you get at faires
Your perfect pizza: regular slice, but it has to be from "I love" back in NY (ohio pizza, uhm, sucks)
Favorite color: blue
Favorite place: soon to be my new livingroom
Goal you'd like to achieve: a new job
Your most overused phrase(s): Me? Overuse? Never...
Your thoughts first waking up: "Nope, nobody screaming. Go back to sleep."
Your best physical feature(s): my eyes? how the hell am I supposed to judge that?
Your bedtime: ask LG
Your most missed memory: hanging with my 'rents
Pepsi or Coke: Coke
McDonald's or Burger King: Taco Bell
Single or group dates: my husband doesn't let me date
Adidas or Nike: Converse
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton
Chocolate or vanilla: depends
Cappuccino or coffee: no, thank you
DO YOU:Smoke: no
Cuss: how else will my kid learn?
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend: my husband won't let me have one (although, I guess I've never asked, really)
Take a shower: daily
Have a crush(es): not today
Think you've been in love: well, YEAH
Want to get married: again? not again...
Believe in yourself: yep
Believe in God: yup
Believe in your government: I don't beleive in Beatles, I just believe in me.
Get motion sickness: Sometimes
Think you're attractive: I'm secure in the knowledge that PB thinks I'm a smoking hottie
Think you're a health freak: not a HEALTH freak, no
Get along with your parents: why, yes. they're much easier to get along with now...
Like thunderstorms: only if I'm indoors, preferably snuggled up with a good book

IN THE PAST MONTH, HAVE YOU:

Drank alcohol: yes
Gone on a date: no
Gone to the mall: yes
Been on stage: no
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: WTF?
Eaten sushi: yes
Been dumped: no
Gone skating: no
Gone skinny dipping: no, but there's still time
Stolen anything: nope

HAVE YOU EVER:

Played a game that required removal of clothing: yes
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: yes
Been caught "doing something": haven't you??
Been called a tease: uh, not that I know of (though, is that a bad or a good thing?)
Gotten beaten up: who ever beat up the littliest kid in school? isn't that bad karma?
Age you hope to be married: I think I timed it right
Number of children you'd like: let's see how this one goes
Describe your dream wedding: I did this up right, too (very small, outdoors, casual)
What do you want to be when you grow up: tall

WHAT YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:

Best eye color?: don't care
Best hair color?: don't care
Short or long hair: short
Height: don't care
Best first date location: don't care
Best first kiss location: hmmm, don't know

IN THE NUMBERS:

Number of people I could trust with my life: apparently, at least 3 (or so I hope, since legally I have)...
Number of CD's: no idea
Number of piercings: three
Number of tattoos: none so far
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: don't know
Number of scars on my body: 2

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Big, white box

Sorry, folks, I'm sucking at the updates these days. Blame it on my sucktastic job, or my cranky kid, or the fact that my house is a GD money and time pit. Whatever you'd like.

The good news is that we now have a big, empty, white box where our ugly 80's livingroom used to be. We have gone from ugly, to absolutely nothing, to a completely clean slate. It's magical. I have but one regret. We had the perfect opportunity to graffiti the walls, write all sorts of swears, or Joni loves Chachi, or put a picture of a big pot leaf up on the walls before we primed. But we didn't think of it. Drat. LG was feeling like he could sit in his saucer for a few minutes, so I picked up a roller and went to town. And now that we have one fully primed coat up, our chance is gone. Oh, well.

But, you should see it! So much potential in one room. If we put LG in there, it's just overwhelming, the potential in that room. He could take over the world from there. Bwa ha ha. I will take pictures tonight. I hope. I'll try.

And tonight the second coat of primer goes up. Then tomorrow, PB paints. I hope to Allah that this really is a color we like, otherwise, there's a hole lot of badness coming our way.

But this time next week, we should be done. DONE. No more construction. PB gets some free time and LG isn't stuck with only me all weekend and every night. It will be wonderful in ways I can't even explain. Sigh.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Really? Are you kidding me???

I would like to preface this post with the fact that I'm not "mad" about this, but it might come out sounding that way.

When we were thinking of names for our kid we tried to think of all the possible nicknames that people could come up with. We asked around, "what would you call him?" "What do you think of this name?" We tried really hard. And what we came up with was good. There wasn't anything that was even possibly bad. Or yucky. Or so we thought.

I go into school yesterday to pick him up, and Miss S (one of our favorite teachers) calls him by a name that really made me want to cry. She took the first two letters of his first name, and the first two of his middle name and put them together. Really, now? It sounds like something that slices and dices on the home shopping network. Not like something you call my adorable boy. And I did something that I hoped never to have to do. I said, "please don't call him that. I'm good with most everything else, but that's just horrible." And she was ok with it. But I feel bad. I hate having to say that to the people at school. They spend all day with him, and know him pretty well. He likes it there, and usually what they do is just great. I had to put a food down on this one, though.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Angel's Song

At this point, please roll the Hallelujah chorus through your head. Because we have a sub floor! You can no longer see the washer dryer from the kitchen. Thank goodness. PB and Uncle B spent yesterday morning putting down the plywood. And all was good in the world. Pictures tomorrow, if I can get my krappe together to take some.

Saturday, LG and I went to visit Grammie and Grampa, who are now back from their vacation. And there was much happiness, as this is the first time that LG went more than a week without his Grandparents. I'm fairly sure that's why he was such a mess last weekend. He didn't have his usual visit with them. But Grammie did send us a mini-Grammie blanket from Florida to let us know she was thinking of us (oh, and to keep us from having to completely cover him in a blanket when it was 1000 degrees out). Mama did a craft with our cousin C, and LG hung out with the G-rents. While PB made ready for the floor.

Other than that, not much to report. Tomorrow we go for our 6 month checkup (I know, already? Seems like we just had shots!). And PB is being forced to come along this time, regardless of whatever else is going on. Hopefully, all is well, and we will proceed on as normal.

This post is especially for Miss K, out in NY, since she'll be looking for an update on her Monday lunch! Glad to hear you had fun on your adventure!

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

I'm trying, here.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have been quite remiss in posting. Too much going on (or too much that needs to be done, and one little boy who is now insistant on being cuddled in order to eat or nap in the evening). Ugh, I will be happy when this renovation is complete. While I don't mind spending time in the old office (I never really had a good reason to go into that room before), it's not in a convenient place. I used to be able to rock LG to sleep downstairs, put him into his bouncy seat, and wash some dishes or clean the kitchen. Even sneak in some laundry, all the while either being in full site of him, or being able to sneak a peak. Now, if he naps, he's on the 2nd floor, in a corner, and not convenient to anything. But I'm done whining.

LG has grown. Wowzers. We thought he might have been going through a growth spurt (lots of sleeping and whining) but who can really tell, in the end. Then this morning, I dropped him off at school. His friend Addison, who used to be his size, if not larger, is now visably smaller. The boy is getting tall! Not wider, however. His outfits are still wide on him, but not long enough. I guess that's good, right?

I will try to snap some photos of the room in progress tonight. There is no longer a floor. At all. All exposed floor joists and then, boom, basement. You can stand in the kitchen and look at the washer/dryer. Now if only I could just reach down to move the laundry.

ok, back to the back.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Can we fix it?

Yes, we can (well, I think so!). Ok, sorry for the Bob the Builder reference, but our last construction fiasco has just reconfirmed my thinking that we should just blow up our house and PB can rebuild it from the basement up. But we will not. We will continue on our path. We have taken up the concrete from where the old bathroom was (a job and a half).
Here you can see that in progress. And when it was all done:



In this one you can see the floor joists that we found out we have to replace (because they were in the middle of concrete and have rotted out, go figure). That is this week's project. And then the sub floor, so I stop having holes in my living room.

Then PB cut out the floor along the wall, so that we can get the sub floor out as far to the outer walls as we can:


If you want to know why, you'd have to ask him. I understand, but in that way that I just trust he knows what he's doing...



And after a week of looking like jungle camouflage, we have found a wall color! Really. Briarwood. For anyone who saw our house in River, it's the same color as the old living room. For those who never saw us in River:

It's the largest painted area, with the white peaking out the top. We decided to go with a light primer under it. So, everyone is happier now. We thought we had a winner with the dark green, but then PB realized it's the color of baby poo. And who wants to sit in a baby poo room? So, Briarwood it is. Sigh.

I have more pictures, but I'm feeling too lazy to post them. If you want to see, you'll have to come visit.







All we are saying...

is give peas a chance. And the little guy did. Ok, they were green beans. But he really did like them. And he ate way more than we thought he would, and kept most of it in. Here is how it progressed:
The practice before the actual food:

And then the green beans:This shot does not really express how it happened. He was opening his mouth when he had finished swallowing, and leaning towards the spoon for more. It was impressive. But then he discovered he liked how the felt squishing in his hands, too, and it was down hill from there. But we are now a happy veggie eater! Go LG.

Other than that, nothing new to report on the LG front. My job is still sucky, but it is better than monday (I did manage to get the lid on the box in which I keep my job by Tuesday morning- thanks for all the words of support!).

There is a small plague going through our house, and I am the current possessor. Yeah.

More construction pictures in the next post, I promise!

Monday, July 21, 2008

Monday, Schmunday

Oh, really now. I have many exciting things to blog about, but today I am hating my job too much to even blog for you people. I have pictures of construction, pictures of LG eating his first veggies. I even have a title all picked out. But because I am hating my job, I've got nothing.

Normally, my job is but one tiny part of my life that I can close into a box the minute I leave, but not this weekend or today for some reason. Oh, yeah, because it has sucked in larger increments by the day for the last two weeks. That could be why. And PB says I can't quit yet. I would like to comment on the fact that I have not resorted to his tactics from GE, which included greeting me at the door every night with "Can I quit my job?". But the hating it part is right up there.

Now, I know someone out there is asking why. Why all of a sudden do I loathe my work situation? Not all of a sudden. I just usually don't whine about it. It's the same krappe as always (things like, I don't have a desk to call my own, which seems trivial, but you try it for a month or two, never mind two years, or not having a "boss" but having to make many different people happy, as they all have a hand in my future). In the end, I'm just not cut out for this. And I knew I wouldn't be. It's a means to an end. If I can stick it out at least another year (ideally another 3 years...) then I will be in a nice place to move on. With some "good" experience. But another year seems like forever right now. Really, I almost walked into the faux HR lady's office this morning and handed her my laptop.

But I didn't. And now I will stop the whining, because nobody wants to hear this krappe. But if you see me on the street and I growl, cut me some slack for a few days. I will crawl into a hole somewhere, snuggle my kid and be alright in the end (I hope). Other wise, look for me on the evening news. I'll be the one in orange, who's neighbors and family keep saying was "such a nice girl".

Monday, July 14, 2008

Let the sunshine in...

And here we have:

My new window! In the living room! Woo hoo. And no major mishaps to report. Everyone has all of their fingers, and we didn't find anything too awful about our house. It really looks nice. Changes the whole appearance of the room. And lets in a lot of light, for just one window. It's made me very happy already, and we're not even in the room at all yet!
Here is the before:
And the during:
Don't PB and Uncle B do nice work? I think they might have even had some fun. I couldn't say, though, as LG and I made our selves scarce. Didn't want to get in the way, or anything. I'm sure there was much grunting and beer drinking, as it was construction work.
Sigh, a window. PB is going to work on finishing up the ceiling this week (it needs some smoothing and another coat of goo in spots). Then next weekend is the sub floor. And then we paint the walls (don't ask about colors- I have some samples but nothing is set in stone). We might be done by the 9th of August. This really is coming along nicely.
Now that we're a little closer to making it a reality, we've talked about re-arranging the room. If you've been there, you know that all the furniture was towards the back of the house, and facing the outer walls (so when you entered, people on the couch had their backs to you). That left a weird amount of free space that was relatively unused. We're thinking of putting the TV on the opposite wall now. That would leave the free space toward the back of the house, and make it more open next to the kitchen. Then LG could use this as play space, and I could still see him from the kitchen. And nobody would have their back to the kitchen if they were sitting on the couch. We'll see, though. It's all pretty open for now.

Something tells me...

it's all happening at the zoo. I do believe it, I do believe it's true.

We took LG to the zoo for the first time last week. It was an interesting time. I think he like the camels most. And he seemed to enjoy the polar bears. I think he could see and smell the camels most, so he at least had something to look at.


This is pretty much the only good picture we got that day with him in it, though. He squirmed something fierce the whole trip (which I'm sure made him look all the more appealing to the lions and tigers). PB and I learned that not even the zoo keepers go into the tiger enclosure while they're in it, though. Too dangerous. Interesting, no?
This is a picture to prove that I do try to get hat on my kid. It just doesn't stay there. He was miserable with it on, so I didn't have the heart to make him keep it on. I can't wait until he's old enough for sunblock. I'll just lotion up his little noggin and we'll all by happier. I have to say, I just love the way to zoo points out the "photo opportunities" for you. As though you might miss the lion right in the front of the zoo.
Now this little number is for all the people who think my kid is really smart:

Yes, the photo is dated July 13th. Yesterday. For those not living in Ohio, it was sweltering out here yesterday. And he insisted on having his Grammie blanket over his legs. Insisted. Cried until we put it on him. That blanket is like crack for napping. No other blanket will do. Not a lighter one, or another color. God forbid I wash it, or someone else put a finger on it. Now, admittedly, it is a beautiful blanket. And it's really soft. And, well, Grammie made it, which makes it all that much more special. But really, in 90 degree heat? The kid kills me.

Monday, July 7, 2008

A will or a way...

Riddle me this, why do people get all emotional about writing up a will? I agree, it does remind one of ones own mortality, but in the end it is a business transaction. There is no emotion attached to my krappe. Take it, why will I care? I'll be dead.

Recently, PB and I started the process of getting our will together. Who to leave LG to and all that sort of stuff. What to do with our carcasses and our belongings should we meet our ultimate end. And I'm ok with this. I can list off all the people who can scavenge my mortal items. Take it, if it means anything to you.

I guess in the end, I don't care what you do with me, either. I'd feel bad taking up space in a cemetery, so I'd hope they'd be considerate enough to cremate me. But after that? A "Chock Full O'Nuts" can in the bottom of the closet will do. I'll be dead for Jebus' sake. Don't worry about me. If my dead body will be my biggest worry in the afterlife, something has gone seriously wrong.

However, this all being said, who to leave LG to was a much larger issue. Really, really large. You don't only have to consider who will take the best care of him (I'm sure any of the many relatives or friends would take him in and raise him as their own). You have to take into consideration the burden that would put on these people. And, again, they would all do it willingly, but who wants to put that on them? LG has two cousins within a year of his age. That would be two kids in the same class at school. Not fair. Other families already have 3 or 4 kids, some will be long done with kids before LG even hits his teen years. All things to think about. He'll have a trust, but kids are expensive. We don't want to over burden anyone. Next (and potentially, most importantly), who would raise him most like we would? That was a tough one. Many of our family hold some different beliefs than we do (not drastically different, but different enough). Others just handle things differently than we do (not wrong, just different). Lastly, was there anyone who fit all the other categories for whom taking LG would be a true blessing? That was the key, I think. And we found our almost perfect answer (no, nobody is PB and I, so nobody was perfect). Whew. It was a difficult exercise, but it's done. And though our decision upset a few people, we're pretty happy with it.

Oh say can you see?

Well, this really was a long weekend! I'll admit, now that LG is vocal and mobile, he's hard to entertain. You have to keep up with him from about 6:am to 11:pm, with brief naps in which you can, you know, get stuff done.

On the 4th we went to our first parade. Woo hoo, I love a good parade. Give me some Shriners in Fez with tassels and small vehicles, and I'm in heaven. No Shriners at this one, but maybe it's good to start small. We don't want to build expectations.



LG sat in his stroller like a big boy and looked at all the cars and people passing by. And my desensitization exercise worked. I had been playing some bagpipe music in the car with LG all week so that when we got to the parade the sound of ducks having the life squeezed out of them didn't frighten him. Not a flinch. He startled once when we heard the first old fashioned horn honk, but after that he was all eyes. You'd think a firetruck was a feat of engineering genius the way he stared. But I guess when your 5 months old, it is.

After that, we hung out at Auntie J and Uncle BH's house with all the cousins and Aunties and Uncles and such. Good times. Much rolling was done, and many walks around the yard were had.


The rest of the weekend was mainly working on the tree in the yard (now fully taken care of) and the ceiling in the living room. Hopefully, the ceiling will be done early this week, so the window or the floor can be done next weekend. I will admit, the idea of having PB and his friends (read: not professionals in this area) cut a hole in my wall to put in a window does make me nervous. This is exactly the kind of thing we always criticize. None of them have done this before, and I'm not sure which one thinks they can do it. I promise to take many breaths while this is all going on. Or just go out for the day and hope it's done when LG and I return. With lots of new lovely light in our living room.

On another note, what happens to kids clothes between 9 and 12 months? I see newborn, 3-6, 6-9 or 6-12, but it's slim pickings in the 9-12 range. Do they suffer in tight clothes for a little while before you just give in and put them in clothes that are too big for them? Who can tell. Grammie H and I managed to find a few cute things this weekend, but it's really not easy. She's on the hunt for some more stuff (and if anyone can find it, she will. she's magic that way). Any advice on this matter, or a direction to go in, please fill me in. LG is fast approaching the 6-9 size and I think we're all covered there. I have enough summer and fall stuff for this stage (because we will change seasons before he's 9 months...). I guess this happens to everyone, though. And naked really isn't an option in the Cleveland winters.


Here's a picture of our first Hawaiian shirt Friday for LG.

It was a while ago, but I forgot to post it then. Aren't they cute? PB was not pleased with me forcing him to take a picture at 7:am before school (as the face shows). A cousin from Mass sent us LG's Hawaiian shirt as a nod to our Hawaiian shirt wedding. They really are the coolest (thanks Dr. and Mrs. C!) LG was definitely the best dressed kid in school that day.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Cool Toy

Ok, I'm a dork. I will freely admitt that. If you have some time for fun, check this out http://www.davidbessler.com/pulldown/pipecleaner_dance3.swf. Take a few minutes out of your day to play with it. I had some fun making up a little dance, even (can you tell I had the day off?)

Yup, "the firm" gave us the day off. Right around the same time they listed out our holidays. And we all realized they are skrewing us around the winter holidays. Go team...

For my special day off, I spent the first three hours after I dropped LG off at school at the dentist. Where the news wasn't the greatest, but I will not put you through that. Then, PB told me not to go pick LG up early. Uhm? Why not?

Because he was coming home early to take me to lunch! At the Cabin Club! Ooooh, la, la. We had a whole meal where we didn't worry that LG would either wake up, or need to be entertained. Just to us. To talk. About stuff. It was rather nice. Though I felt guilty and kind of missed him.

He was chilling with his girlfriend M on the mats when we went to get him. Funny, he was chilling with his girlfriend A when we left. Such a social little guy.

Living room update:

The wallpaper border is down (thank god) and PB is presently putting the ceiling back together. Progress is being made. Stop by for a view if you're around town.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Let me explain...

Many people are wondering what PB stands for. No, not Papa Bear (how silly, people... really now). It stands for Papa Badger. I will explain.


When Dan and I started dating he did not sport his current facial fur. However, he didn't like shaving then any more than he does now. So, he usually sported a 2 day stubble. Good times.

At that same time, we both discovered the comic strip "Sheldon" and fell in love with it. So, when this strip came out http://www.sheldoncomics.com/archive/030806.html (the original art of this is hanging on our kitchen wall, if it looks familiar to anyone). The phrase "like smooching a badger" became a tag line. And PB was nicknamed DB at the time for D Badger (sorry, if you don't know his first name already, I'm not telling you now...). Now that we have LG, he became PB (PapaBadger). To further complicate it, PB bought me a stuffed badger that Christmas that I named Baxzter. Hence the screen name Baxzter's Mom and Baxzter's blog.

Long and convoluted (not to mention a little weird), but now you know. And hopefully, you will read some other Sheldon comics and get hooked. It's a very addictive strip.

And now for the tree pictures:

As you can see, it's not necessarily the biggest tree in our yard, but it had many branches and did give quite a bit of coverage of the back 25 (no, we don't have a back 40, but we do like to keep our distance from our neighbor in the back.). It wasn't integral to our landscaping (and it missed the darn pool). Still, sad to see a tree come down. A large part of our buying this house was that it was on so much land with so many trees (and we can pretend that we don't have neighbors at all!) I'm trying to find one of those organizations that want's more trees planted and is willing to give them out free. I'll take a few to replace some of the recent carnage from these high winds. Anyone know of such an organization? If I had known about this last summer, the red maple would have gone in back, but that's life, I guess.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

In which I...

resist the urge to smack the kid at the ticket box. I had to go purchase a gift card for the movie theater this morning on my way to work. And in my head I worked out that a $50 card only gets you 5 tickets. So I happened to say, "Wow, that's not a lot of movies for $50." And the little punk behind the glass (and it's a good thing he was) says, "Yeah, what were movies when you were a kid? $5?". When I was a kid? What do I look, 50? Snot nose brat. As a matter of fact, the first movie I went to alone only cost $2. It was a manitee of the Black Cauldron. Back when a matinee was every movie before 5:00.

Which leads me to remember some things nostalgically. Like waiting in line to see "ET" with my folks at an old movie theater in my home town that no longer exists. Or going on my first real date with a boy (yup, I was 16) to see "Memphis Belle". My last real outing alone with my Dad was to see "Sister Act" with Whoopie Goldberg (he thought she was hysterical, and really liked the music). I could go on forever about movies and how much I love them. Thank goodness PB does, too. I think my all time favorites are "Stand By Me" (I will admitt that I had a think for River Pheonix) and "Shawshank Redemption" (no matter how many times I see it on TBS).

Onward, though. To pictures.

The hole that is cemented over? Yup, toilet hole for the old bathroom. Pretty sure this is not how you're supposed to fix this one before you put carpet right on top of it. Yes, you read right. Not a lick of wood above the cement. Just carpet pad and carpet.

This one is the lovely job of putting in patches where they took down walls. All I can say about this is that it's kind of cool to see the old floor plan. And if he had done the job right, and taken out the old floor, put down plywood and then carpeted, we would never be able to do this.

Sorry, this one is sideways. But some folks didn't believe that he didn't stain the sides of the window frame. Now you see the proof. At least we won't have to sand the stain off the whole window frame (as it is a pukey orangey stain that won't match a single thing and it's not varnished, so it looks like royal krappe.)


What's under the duct tape, you ask?


Why, a hole, of course. I believe the old heating pipes came up here, though one can't be sure.

In this one you can see where the old cement board is from the original bathroom (in the right corner of the picture) and some of the old layout of the house. You can also catch a glimpse of PB's sexy legs and backside, but that's just bonus footage.

Here's how the ceiling looks right now. You can see where PB took off all the drywall tape and sanded off the "texture". He also fixed up some of the parts of the ceiling that were crumbly. Fun stuff, I tell you.

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