Don't you love it when life hands you a "gimme". Like when Keely throws up the purple button and we get to glop all our passing thoughts into one post without segues? Ahhh, the life that is Tuesday.
-> Last week was an utter fiasco. You will all remember that I was suffering from the plague. Well, by Wednesday afternoon, I decided enough was enough. I went home sick. To find a guy from the gas company standing in my yard, looking perplexed. During a random check, he had knocked the riser off the gas line to the house, and now that line was venting under my front porch. Thanks, jacktard. Needless to say, I did not get to go inside and sleep on my couch. Instead, I spend 4 hours out on the lawn, in varying degrees of krappe weather, with the fire squad (gas is flammable, remember?), and many different people from the gas company. Once PB and the boys arrived home (yes, it took longer than the work day I skipped out of), we headed to my in-laws for some danger free food and bath time. By the time we got home at 9:pm, all that was left was to test for leaks and turn the gas back on. So, not only did I have a wonderfully sucky afternoon, but I had to take 1/2 a sick day to do it. Go team.
-> I have a small favor to ask of my neighbors, and the people at our rec center. When you exercise, please make sure that your clothing not only covers all the important bits, but it does so in a not see through manner. (Yes, guy in white shorts with no skivvies on, I'm looking right at you. ok, now I'm looking away in horror.) I've come across a lot of folks who don't seem to realize that they're "showing off". Ewww. Now, you'd think I'm talking about the young ones, right? The ones who might have a g-string on that I can't see? Nope. These are almost certainly retirees. I'm all about a show, but make sure it's worth showing off, at least. Oh, and when my 2 year old says, "I see his butt!", don't give us dirty looks. It's your fault, not his.
-> I've recently realized that I should be nominated for arse of the week. For being insensitive. LG's girlfriends Mom (let's call her m1) has grown increasingly quiet towards me and another Mom (we shall call her m2) at school. Not rude, she just doesn't seek us out anymore. And we thought maybe we had done something wrong. We couldn't figure out what. Our problem was that, for us, something had gone right. You see, just before I had little o, the m2 had little k. And m1 has been trying very hard to have her own "little". To no avail. So, as she's grown increasingly frustrated, she's grown quiet. And now we feel like dummies. Because she was always so nice to ask about "the littles" and never once did we consider that she wanted one. To be honest, she's cute and thin and worked really hard to get her figure back, so I just assumed she had one and was done. Here I am, sending all sorts of baby thoughts and vibes out over the interwebs (and I still am) and not once giving any support on the home front. Some times I just suck.
-> I had a boatload of basil dumped in my cube this morning. I randomly stated on Sunday at my office picnic that I needed basil for a great summer recipe, and there was none at the store. - Side note: no we can't grow our own. We have deer that are so bold they come up on our porch and eat out of the flower boxes. - Anywho, 3 of my co-workers picked a bagful (yup, a shopping bag full of basil) for me. Anyone have a good Basil recipe that can be frozen?
-> Summer isn't over just because the kids are going back to school! The sun will still shine, the pool is still open. And I can still wear my white pants. Stop saying summer is over!!!
->Oh, yes. I did just put a photo of my youngest son on the web dressed like a pretty, pretty princess. I need to give the boy some reason to have teenage angst, right?
OK, go about your business. Nothing left to see here.