when husband asks "can i do a load of laundry?"
come to find out it was a load of only his clothing & he wasn’t able to put it in the dryer, or take it out of the dryer, or fold it, or put it away....but there was a fleeting moment of bliss in there...
Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
procrastination
on Friday i asked Z if he wanted to go to the library to get new books for our trip down to sd next week. he said yes, but didn’t want to go that day, he wanted to go the next day. i told him that was fine, but if we didn’t make it on Sat we wouldn’t be able to go before our trip.
Sat am i remind him about the library, that if he wants to go, he has to get dressed...in clothes.
a few hours later he asks me how soon does he have to get dressed, can he wait until dark? no i tell him, it will be closed by dark.
then he contests "but we’ve been there in the dark"
"yes, we have, but it was in the winter"
& all i can think about is how difficult is it to get some clothes on! we don’t have to go to the library if he doesn’t want to go, but this whole getting dressed first thing is a huge obstacle, something he really needs to weigh his options on, do i really need to explain the whole daylight savings, timezone differences, moon’s gravitational pull on the earth, earth orbits the sun bs to him just to get him dressed before it gets dark??????
so finally sometime in the afternoon as i’m passing his room i catch him changing out of his jammies. ok, really he sitting on his bed naked & his trying to figure out where his shin guards go & he’s strapping them on around his thighs. whatever, half way there right?
about 1/2 hour later i call him to the kitchen to help me make some koolaid (his job is to pick out the flavor), & he hollers back at me "i can’t i’m naked"....still...
so i tell him to just hurry up & put some clothes so he can come help me, which he does & we make our koolaid
we sat in the backyard & enjoyed the weather & grass. then he asked me about the shin guards, where do they go & what are they for so i explained to him "when you play soccers the chin guards protect your legs" (no, those aren’t typos & no there was no alcohol in my koolaid, that’s just me slurrying my words)
we never made it to the library, he actually forgot about it & didn’t even ask.
Sat am i remind him about the library, that if he wants to go, he has to get dressed...in clothes.
a few hours later he asks me how soon does he have to get dressed, can he wait until dark? no i tell him, it will be closed by dark.
then he contests "but we’ve been there in the dark"
"yes, we have, but it was in the winter"
& all i can think about is how difficult is it to get some clothes on! we don’t have to go to the library if he doesn’t want to go, but this whole getting dressed first thing is a huge obstacle, something he really needs to weigh his options on, do i really need to explain the whole daylight savings, timezone differences, moon’s gravitational pull on the earth, earth orbits the sun bs to him just to get him dressed before it gets dark??????
so finally sometime in the afternoon as i’m passing his room i catch him changing out of his jammies. ok, really he sitting on his bed naked & his trying to figure out where his shin guards go & he’s strapping them on around his thighs. whatever, half way there right?
about 1/2 hour later i call him to the kitchen to help me make some koolaid (his job is to pick out the flavor), & he hollers back at me "i can’t i’m naked"....still...
so i tell him to just hurry up & put some clothes so he can come help me, which he does & we make our koolaid
we sat in the backyard & enjoyed the weather & grass. then he asked me about the shin guards, where do they go & what are they for so i explained to him "when you play soccers the chin guards protect your legs" (no, those aren’t typos & no there was no alcohol in my koolaid, that’s just me slurrying my words)
we never made it to the library, he actually forgot about it & didn’t even ask.
Friday, March 28, 2008
a story about horchata
went to lunch with co-workers today; did mexican, even got a cup of horchata with crushed ice - YUM, just like johnny’s!
i was just finishing up my drink, getting close to the bottom where it’s extra cinnamon-y; tilted it up then saw a large, chunky, gelatinous mass sitting there looking back at me, threatening to fall upon my face.
luckily i put the cup down quickly enough to avoid that; however, my chimichanga is now crawling back up my throat after seeing that mass, it wasn’t pretty.
update 3/28/08 - B thought it was worth while for me to mention the chimichanga, rice, beans & medium horchata was over $12 - i am no cheap date! (easy, but not cheap)
i was just finishing up my drink, getting close to the bottom where it’s extra cinnamon-y; tilted it up then saw a large, chunky, gelatinous mass sitting there looking back at me, threatening to fall upon my face.
luckily i put the cup down quickly enough to avoid that; however, my chimichanga is now crawling back up my throat after seeing that mass, it wasn’t pretty.
update 3/28/08 - B thought it was worth while for me to mention the chimichanga, rice, beans & medium horchata was over $12 - i am no cheap date! (easy, but not cheap)
catch me what?
so boss just walked in a few minutes ago....yes, for the first time of the day....yes, it’s after 11AM....& he acts surprised "to catch me working"....as if!....
i will follow = last american virgin
i love the song "i will follow" by u2, love, love, love it
but can’t hear it without thinking of "last american virgin" remember the scene, where she’s going to get an abortion? going to the scary clinic; the not so cute guy who loves her & helps who through everything; then in the end she goes back to very cute guy who impregnated her & dumped her when she was with child but is willing to screw her again now that she’s not carrying his offspring
yeah, all that from "i will follow"
but can’t hear it without thinking of "last american virgin" remember the scene, where she’s going to get an abortion? going to the scary clinic; the not so cute guy who loves her & helps who through everything; then in the end she goes back to very cute guy who impregnated her & dumped her when she was with child but is willing to screw her again now that she’s not carrying his offspring
yeah, all that from "i will follow"
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
one of those days
ever have one of those days where the more careful, more precise you tried to be, the bigger the mistakes & it’s a constant stream, you can’t stop; like you’re having a contest with yourself on how many times can i screw up in a row????
if i were a brain surgeon, today would be the day i would retire (& go into hiding because of all the malpractice suits)
the bright side is mistakes aren’t hurting or causing trouble to anyone, so i’ve got that going for me
if i were a brain surgeon, today would be the day i would retire (& go into hiding because of all the malpractice suits)
the bright side is mistakes aren’t hurting or causing trouble to anyone, so i’ve got that going for me
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
winter is officially over
it was 79 when i was doing errands this afternoon & it was HOT!
about 2 weeks ago i was still sleeping in flannel but the past week or so i’ve been waking up in the middle of the night because the house doesn’t get much cooler than 70. in the winter i wake up throughout the night & lower the heater, wake up & lower it some more, continuously until i can sleep.
so when B finally rises from hibernation the house is maybe 60 degrees & he’s freezing while i’ve finally fallen into a deep sleep (after all those trips to the thermostat, to the kitchen for snacks & of course a bathroom trip or 2; i’m exhausted).
i know mid-july i will look back on this day & think what a spoiled brat i was to complain about 79 (when it’s 120 & my clothes are sticking to me while i sit in a puddle of my own sweat & have a headache from the heat). i will wish, hope & pray for it to be less than 80 again.
but today, i am hot, so don’t smell my armpits & we can still be friends
about 2 weeks ago i was still sleeping in flannel but the past week or so i’ve been waking up in the middle of the night because the house doesn’t get much cooler than 70. in the winter i wake up throughout the night & lower the heater, wake up & lower it some more, continuously until i can sleep.
so when B finally rises from hibernation the house is maybe 60 degrees & he’s freezing while i’ve finally fallen into a deep sleep (after all those trips to the thermostat, to the kitchen for snacks & of course a bathroom trip or 2; i’m exhausted).
i know mid-july i will look back on this day & think what a spoiled brat i was to complain about 79 (when it’s 120 & my clothes are sticking to me while i sit in a puddle of my own sweat & have a headache from the heat). i will wish, hope & pray for it to be less than 80 again.
but today, i am hot, so don’t smell my armpits & we can still be friends
Monday, March 24, 2008
Easter - Sat & Sun
Saturday was the Easter egg hunt, so we did that in the morning. Z ran into one of his buddies there, so that was cute to see them hanging out. then we went to town for the afternoon. we talked & laughed a lot, just like we used to, it was good to feel that again.
Sat nite i was sicker than a dog & didn’t get to sleep until after 5:30am, so needless to say i wasn’t my usual perky self (ha!) for the Easter festivities. when Z got up i took him over to his basket to see his goodies; it was a little sparse this year. the grandmas usually go over the top so i only picked out a few things only to find out both of them sent him cold hard cash. (who knew the Easter bunny was rich? i mean i don’t remember EVER getting cash for Easter?)
the neighbors invited us over for brunch which was really nice & smelled really good but i was afraid to eat although i was hungry & ready to wrestle someone to the ground for their plate of homemade corned beef hash (i was sure to lose in my weakened state, so i didn’t try). we hid eggs for the kids there & it was really fun to see them searching for them. we also did the confetti eggs which is always a blast; Z still cries when he gets one over the head though!
Sat nite i was sicker than a dog & didn’t get to sleep until after 5:30am, so needless to say i wasn’t my usual perky self (ha!) for the Easter festivities. when Z got up i took him over to his basket to see his goodies; it was a little sparse this year. the grandmas usually go over the top so i only picked out a few things only to find out both of them sent him cold hard cash. (who knew the Easter bunny was rich? i mean i don’t remember EVER getting cash for Easter?)
the neighbors invited us over for brunch which was really nice & smelled really good but i was afraid to eat although i was hungry & ready to wrestle someone to the ground for their plate of homemade corned beef hash (i was sure to lose in my weakened state, so i didn’t try). we hid eggs for the kids there & it was really fun to see them searching for them. we also did the confetti eggs which is always a blast; Z still cries when he gets one over the head though!
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