Putting away dishes from the dishwasher with older daughter's help. (Younger daughter & their daddy still asleep.)
"Mommy I want to drink out of that milk cup today" (points to one as we get it out)
"Isn't that Boo's cup?"
"Yes"
"Won't she be upset if you use it?"
shrug "Only one way to find out!"
4 on Tuesday. And that little blurb was all daddy shining through!
So we did move into a newly built for us home. It's great. It's huge, like double the square footage we had before. Stairs are a bummer somedays, fun most of the time. Neighborhood still has many lots to be built (and a whole nother section of road going in at the end) so we'll be listening to construction for quite some time.
19 September 2009
30 April 2009
been blah
Again. What's wrong with me?
House is flying along- they started putting up drywall yesterday. Siding's up, garage, basement, and porch stoop have been poured. (still no steps UP to the stoop, so it's a tall step, but it is there.)
Boo turned 2 yesterday. Her party will be Saturday. My dad flies into town (state) around 1pm tomorrow, my mother in law at 5ish. Dad leaves Tuesday (my birthday, and the day I go back to work after taking a couple vacation days), mother in law leaves... oh wait, that's right. My darling wonderful husband doesn't bother to decide ahead of time when his mother leaves. He waits until day 6 and then starts picking flights, leaving me in the agony of suspense THE WHOLE FLIPPIN WEEK and wonders why I never take more than 2 days off work. hmmm... let us think why I might do that...
Remember, we work for airline. We fly standby. Truthfully, the closer to departure time, the better idea if we can get on the flight. We only have to list ourselves (or parents, friends, whatever) 4 hours out. Company claims they want us to do it 24 hours before departure, but that's mostly for figuring out meals for first class.
I just had a 30 minute interruption talking to my hubby about a union issue in LAX. For a guy that used to work here, transferred there, and doesn't trust any of the union stewards there. So he asks my opinion alot. Gotta love it.
blah. I gotta wind down. And I'm out of my cheap good Australian wine, all I've got in the house are 2 Cahors wines (town in France where my aunt lives) and I'm not sure I'm ready to open either of them yet. Maybe it's a beer night. sigh. Dumb 5 hour rainstorm! Keeping me from doing as many errands as I intended! (didn't want to have girls in too many parking lots- they're awful fond of puddles and I'm not awful fond of getting splashed then having wet legs & shoes on me...
House is flying along- they started putting up drywall yesterday. Siding's up, garage, basement, and porch stoop have been poured. (still no steps UP to the stoop, so it's a tall step, but it is there.)
Boo turned 2 yesterday. Her party will be Saturday. My dad flies into town (state) around 1pm tomorrow, my mother in law at 5ish. Dad leaves Tuesday (my birthday, and the day I go back to work after taking a couple vacation days), mother in law leaves... oh wait, that's right. My darling wonderful husband doesn't bother to decide ahead of time when his mother leaves. He waits until day 6 and then starts picking flights, leaving me in the agony of suspense THE WHOLE FLIPPIN WEEK and wonders why I never take more than 2 days off work. hmmm... let us think why I might do that...
Remember, we work for airline. We fly standby. Truthfully, the closer to departure time, the better idea if we can get on the flight. We only have to list ourselves (or parents, friends, whatever) 4 hours out. Company claims they want us to do it 24 hours before departure, but that's mostly for figuring out meals for first class.
I just had a 30 minute interruption talking to my hubby about a union issue in LAX. For a guy that used to work here, transferred there, and doesn't trust any of the union stewards there. So he asks my opinion alot. Gotta love it.
blah. I gotta wind down. And I'm out of my cheap good Australian wine, all I've got in the house are 2 Cahors wines (town in France where my aunt lives) and I'm not sure I'm ready to open either of them yet. Maybe it's a beer night. sigh. Dumb 5 hour rainstorm! Keeping me from doing as many errands as I intended! (didn't want to have girls in too many parking lots- they're awful fond of puddles and I'm not awful fond of getting splashed then having wet legs & shoes on me...
18 April 2009
Bwah ha ha ha!!
That is exactly the text I sent a buddy from work Thursday, just after my darling Grady Sizemore hit a grand slam (the first in the new Yankee Stadium) against his Yanks. By the time I hit send, another home run. 9 run inning. Gotta love it. (Coworker told me to enjoy it, as it would probably be the highlight of my season.)
Friday the Tribe lost 6-5, but that's ok- it was close. It was a very close game.
Today... oh beautiful day. 22-4. TWENTYTWO to FOUR. Tribe had a FOURTEEN run inning. Ties team record. Set new Yanks record for most runs & hits allowed in an inning. (Coworker sent me a text about 5th inning "what? no world series cheers from the Indians fans?" to which I replied "I was being polite and waiting until the whuppin was over")
I'm just kinda ticked I didn't get to see the 14 run inning happen. Girls and I were at a friends house for her little girl's 3rd birthday. Glorious day here, mid-70s, clear sky, not humid. This was only half the party (the cake and run around be stupid half). Friday we will meet up at the snooty mall and go to Build-a-Bear. All the children are quite excited.
Boo's birthday party is 2 weeks from today. Nothing has been done except mailing invitations (and clearing use of Grammy's house with Grammy). Still need to figure out where to get a 'purple cow' birthday cake and buy farm or cow themed plates or something.
The more pressing issue tonight is Sissy's refusal to calm down. She power-napped in the car on the way home, and has been a hellion since 3 minutes after we got in the house. She has been sent to sit in her room twice (once by me, once by daddy). At the moment she is telling her sister to FREEZE while they eat dinner. They have almost finished, which means my smidgen of peace is nearly at an end.
The husband? He flippin ducked out to the grocery store, the wuss! He stayed home from the birthday to unearth the back bedroom for his mom's visit (for a week, for Boo's birthday). But somewhere around 3:30 he took a nap, because his mom called me at 4 (2nd time ever, I think) to check on what size clothing she should be buying the girls and he wasn't answering.
Friday the Tribe lost 6-5, but that's ok- it was close. It was a very close game.
Today... oh beautiful day. 22-4. TWENTYTWO to FOUR. Tribe had a FOURTEEN run inning. Ties team record. Set new Yanks record for most runs & hits allowed in an inning. (Coworker sent me a text about 5th inning "what? no world series cheers from the Indians fans?" to which I replied "I was being polite and waiting until the whuppin was over")
I'm just kinda ticked I didn't get to see the 14 run inning happen. Girls and I were at a friends house for her little girl's 3rd birthday. Glorious day here, mid-70s, clear sky, not humid. This was only half the party (the cake and run around be stupid half). Friday we will meet up at the snooty mall and go to Build-a-Bear. All the children are quite excited.
Boo's birthday party is 2 weeks from today. Nothing has been done except mailing invitations (and clearing use of Grammy's house with Grammy). Still need to figure out where to get a 'purple cow' birthday cake and buy farm or cow themed plates or something.
The more pressing issue tonight is Sissy's refusal to calm down. She power-napped in the car on the way home, and has been a hellion since 3 minutes after we got in the house. She has been sent to sit in her room twice (once by me, once by daddy). At the moment she is telling her sister to FREEZE while they eat dinner. They have almost finished, which means my smidgen of peace is nearly at an end.
The husband? He flippin ducked out to the grocery store, the wuss! He stayed home from the birthday to unearth the back bedroom for his mom's visit (for a week, for Boo's birthday). But somewhere around 3:30 he took a nap, because his mom called me at 4 (2nd time ever, I think) to check on what size clothing she should be buying the girls and he wasn't answering.
10 April 2009
fire!
No, not really. Just a Kindle.
Father the techno-geek has had a Kindle for what seems like ages. When the Kindle 2 came out, naturally he had to upgrade. Nobody at his work was serious about acquiring his old one from him, so he shipped it to me. He even left it on his account, so I just choose "shop in Kindle store" from the menu, decide which of my (heavy on the paranormal/vampires/erotica) books I'm willing to have show up on his computer screen, and get me something to read.
So far, I've gotten 2 books. Both are horror/paranormal anthologies, both cost under $1.50 from the Kindle store. I'm such a wuss.
Although, once I charge this sucker overnight, I fully intend to buy Body Movers 4. (Stephanie Bond)(no paranormal/vampire stuff)(just almost always set in Atlanta, and sex scenes tend to start on the floor in this series.)(it's the couch in another series)
I apologize for jibberish. I realized the time and practically chugged my glass of wine.
In the morning (oh shit, I gotta get up in about 6 hours... oops...) we meet with the electrician and then the 'pre-wire' people. (pre-wire installs phone/cable outlets)
Last week's Brinks and closet meetings went well. The closet was better than expected, since after the Brinks meeting we were standing in what will be our bedroom realizing there simply is NO SPACE for my long dresser. (this sucks as I really like what used to be grandma's dresser that grandpa installed lights on.) So the closet people design and then build (from 1" particle board in a shop onsite) drawers and adjustable shelves and hang racks. It'll be cool. The lady asked each of us how much stuff we fold, hang, how many pairs of shoes we have, they MEASURED our shoes to see how much space they take up, she asked how many long items I hang... it was detailed. All told, I wind up with 3 9" drawers, 3 7" drawers, 2 chunks of shelves, 3 chunks of half-height racks, and 18" of long hang rack. My side of the closet is 96" long. (his is 84" or so due to an air vent running up the wall in the back.)
Dresser? We don' need no steenkin dresser!
Well, hubby promised me we can stuff it in 'bonus' room for visiting parents to use if they're staying a long time which actually has me really worried cause his momma already stays a week at a stretch.... (my dad tends to come up for 2-3 days, every other month. His momma comes up for a week, twice a year on girls' birthdays.) He's also promised I can put grandma's old kitchen table up there as my craft table (currently I got nothing to sew on, so my sewing machine lives at my mom's house and I just use it there whenever possible). That room is gonna get crowded fast. Good thing it's like THE BIGGEST ROOM IN THE HOUSE! Not really, but close. It's bigger than the master bedroom, it just doesn't have a 7' long closet and attached bathroom. Playroom is bigger, and great room too I think but that's it. It is (by far) the largest bedroom.
Crud. Typing skills have gone from buzzed to garbage. Plus that wake-up time edges ever closer, especially with having to backspace and fix spelling errors like every third word.
goodnight anyone.
Father the techno-geek has had a Kindle for what seems like ages. When the Kindle 2 came out, naturally he had to upgrade. Nobody at his work was serious about acquiring his old one from him, so he shipped it to me. He even left it on his account, so I just choose "shop in Kindle store" from the menu, decide which of my (heavy on the paranormal/vampires/erotica) books I'm willing to have show up on his computer screen, and get me something to read.
So far, I've gotten 2 books. Both are horror/paranormal anthologies, both cost under $1.50 from the Kindle store. I'm such a wuss.
Although, once I charge this sucker overnight, I fully intend to buy Body Movers 4. (Stephanie Bond)(no paranormal/vampire stuff)(just almost always set in Atlanta, and sex scenes tend to start on the floor in this series.)(it's the couch in another series)
I apologize for jibberish. I realized the time and practically chugged my glass of wine.
In the morning (oh shit, I gotta get up in about 6 hours... oops...) we meet with the electrician and then the 'pre-wire' people. (pre-wire installs phone/cable outlets)
Last week's Brinks and closet meetings went well. The closet was better than expected, since after the Brinks meeting we were standing in what will be our bedroom realizing there simply is NO SPACE for my long dresser. (this sucks as I really like what used to be grandma's dresser that grandpa installed lights on.) So the closet people design and then build (from 1" particle board in a shop onsite) drawers and adjustable shelves and hang racks. It'll be cool. The lady asked each of us how much stuff we fold, hang, how many pairs of shoes we have, they MEASURED our shoes to see how much space they take up, she asked how many long items I hang... it was detailed. All told, I wind up with 3 9" drawers, 3 7" drawers, 2 chunks of shelves, 3 chunks of half-height racks, and 18" of long hang rack. My side of the closet is 96" long. (his is 84" or so due to an air vent running up the wall in the back.)
Dresser? We don' need no steenkin dresser!
Well, hubby promised me we can stuff it in 'bonus' room for visiting parents to use if they're staying a long time which actually has me really worried cause his momma already stays a week at a stretch.... (my dad tends to come up for 2-3 days, every other month. His momma comes up for a week, twice a year on girls' birthdays.) He's also promised I can put grandma's old kitchen table up there as my craft table (currently I got nothing to sew on, so my sewing machine lives at my mom's house and I just use it there whenever possible). That room is gonna get crowded fast. Good thing it's like THE BIGGEST ROOM IN THE HOUSE! Not really, but close. It's bigger than the master bedroom, it just doesn't have a 7' long closet and attached bathroom. Playroom is bigger, and great room too I think but that's it. It is (by far) the largest bedroom.
Crud. Typing skills have gone from buzzed to garbage. Plus that wake-up time edges ever closer, especially with having to backspace and fix spelling errors like every third word.
goodnight anyone.
30 March 2009
finally!
Alot has happened since I've bothered to post.
Our house is nearly done framing, roof should go on this week, weather permitting. We're a little concerned because one transom window is not framed in, and our shower in the master bath looks like they've framed it for the small version when we requested the larger one. Saleslady promises that will be fixed, she says they can't pass inspections to go to the next step unless everything matches the plans. But we're keeping our eyes on it.
AND!
Sissy is catching on to the potty training thing. She did not have any accidents today, made it to the potty each time she needed to pee. To our delight, Boo is trying it out as well. She still isn't comfortable sitting bare-tush on the potty, but a couple days ago she ran down the hall, sat on the little potty with pants still on, and a moment later announced "my peepees come out! my peepees come out!". So my 42 and 23 month old daughters may well potty train at the exact same time. It'll be nice to not buy diapers anymore... Sissy has been wearing pull-ups at night and at naptime, but when she's awake we've had her in training pants (the kind with a vinyl outside)(and I somehow melted one in the dryer, luckily it peeled right off). We've told her if she makes it a couple more days doing as good as today, she can start wearing her 'real' panties- Dora and Curious George and pretty flowers.
Our house is nearly done framing, roof should go on this week, weather permitting. We're a little concerned because one transom window is not framed in, and our shower in the master bath looks like they've framed it for the small version when we requested the larger one. Saleslady promises that will be fixed, she says they can't pass inspections to go to the next step unless everything matches the plans. But we're keeping our eyes on it.
AND!
Sissy is catching on to the potty training thing. She did not have any accidents today, made it to the potty each time she needed to pee. To our delight, Boo is trying it out as well. She still isn't comfortable sitting bare-tush on the potty, but a couple days ago she ran down the hall, sat on the little potty with pants still on, and a moment later announced "my peepees come out! my peepees come out!". So my 42 and 23 month old daughters may well potty train at the exact same time. It'll be nice to not buy diapers anymore... Sissy has been wearing pull-ups at night and at naptime, but when she's awake we've had her in training pants (the kind with a vinyl outside)(and I somehow melted one in the dryer, luckily it peeled right off). We've told her if she makes it a couple more days doing as good as today, she can start wearing her 'real' panties- Dora and Curious George and pretty flowers.
20 March 2009
bleah.
Here we are, back in burn-out mode.
I have a perpetual project at work (shelf assignments- keep your section neat, orderly, and most importantly, make sure we actually have the quantities indicated in the computer!!!), but kept blahing around on the few news websites we can get to in my spare moments.
Yesterday was a union steward meeting/training. We've had a little influx of fresh blood, one of whom has YEARS of experience so he helped us all get motivated... that'll last for a month or so.
now husband is putting around getting antsy... oooh, we might actually get out of the house as a family group! WOW!
I have a perpetual project at work (shelf assignments- keep your section neat, orderly, and most importantly, make sure we actually have the quantities indicated in the computer!!!), but kept blahing around on the few news websites we can get to in my spare moments.
Yesterday was a union steward meeting/training. We've had a little influx of fresh blood, one of whom has YEARS of experience so he helped us all get motivated... that'll last for a month or so.
now husband is putting around getting antsy... oooh, we might actually get out of the house as a family group! WOW!
12 March 2009
a brave woman
A dear friend of mine just had her first child last Monday. I asked her how delivery was- better or worse than anticpated, etc- and her reply email told me to sit down.
30 hours.
30 loooong hours, 20 of it back labor.
The 30 doesn't even include 12 hours of pre-labor.
wow.
Then I got a birth announcement in the mail. She had her baby at home, assisted by a couple of midwives. Her husband was right there and caught the baby as she came out.
I was blown away. Now, my second was born at home, but that was BOO's choice, not mine at all. I felt the first (what I thought was random) contraction at just past midnight, didn't decide something-might-really-be-happening-so-maybe-I-should-wake-up-hubby until 1am, and at 1:30 as paramedics are walking up to our door, my husband was catching Boo.
I have always respected this friend, she is even the originator of 'ptooie'. It was her word of general mild disgust or frustration, similar to 'phooey'. We were first and second chair bass in high school orchestra, plus had german and some other classes together. She's the tallest woman in her family at 5' 1.75". We are both only children raised by single mothers who all happen to be cat people, though my mom and I only had 3 and they had something like 7.
I am at a whole new level of repect now.
Saturday I get to go visit. I asked what I could give them to welcome the bundle of joy, and was told "NO CLOTHING! We have been innundated with onesies!" so I suggested giving them our pack'n'play, jumparoo, and swing. That struck her as a fine way for them to not have to spend money on larger items, so that is my gift to welcome little precipatation (fancy name for child's first name).
30 hours.
30 loooong hours, 20 of it back labor.
The 30 doesn't even include 12 hours of pre-labor.
wow.
Then I got a birth announcement in the mail. She had her baby at home, assisted by a couple of midwives. Her husband was right there and caught the baby as she came out.
I was blown away. Now, my second was born at home, but that was BOO's choice, not mine at all. I felt the first (what I thought was random) contraction at just past midnight, didn't decide something-might-really-be-happening-so-maybe-I-should-wake-up-hubby until 1am, and at 1:30 as paramedics are walking up to our door, my husband was catching Boo.
I have always respected this friend, she is even the originator of 'ptooie'. It was her word of general mild disgust or frustration, similar to 'phooey'. We were first and second chair bass in high school orchestra, plus had german and some other classes together. She's the tallest woman in her family at 5' 1.75". We are both only children raised by single mothers who all happen to be cat people, though my mom and I only had 3 and they had something like 7.
I am at a whole new level of repect now.
Saturday I get to go visit. I asked what I could give them to welcome the bundle of joy, and was told "NO CLOTHING! We have been innundated with onesies!" so I suggested giving them our pack'n'play, jumparoo, and swing. That struck her as a fine way for them to not have to spend money on larger items, so that is my gift to welcome little precipatation (fancy name for child's first name).
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