I survived my first full day of my visit with the parents. We (Hannah, Bubba and myself) have been at my parents house for 34 hours, not that I am counting, and the only reason I am surviving is visits and activities with my sister and her family.
Today, we woke at 6:30, because of the time change, and proceeded to do absolutely nothing until 11:30 when I took my Mom out to run errands. Errands, was actually errand and Mom's entire exaggeration of we have so much to do today actually meant we needed to run to the grocery store for 20 minutes to get 13 things.
With all our errands accomplished we were able to go to my sisters and take the kids ice skating outside in downtown Tacoma, shop at the University Bookstore and go to Happy Cupcake for after dinner treats. Woot!
Friday, December 23, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Missing Squirrel
I was downstairs in my sewing area, as I have been sewing a ton of Christmas items lately, and I decided to be kind to the animals and let the squirrels out. I figure, as long as I am downstairs what's the harm?
Can I tell you that it is a little alarming to be sewing and suddenly have something crawl up your pant leg? For some reason, Pepper loves to climb up and see what I am working on.
Anyway, I had been sewing for a hour or so and decided that I was cold and done with what I was working on, so it was time to wrangle the beasts. In the past we have put the gliders dinner in their cage and they have come bounding out of where they have been playing like any other crazy house pet. We rang the dinner bell. No Pepper. I put the cup of fruit and cottage cheese in the cage, Chili, the shy silent type appears from his hibernation pouch and starts chowing down. No Pepper.
I turn on all the basement lights and rattle some of the shelving. No Pepper. I throw up my hands and call Hannah downstairs, since they are her pets and the least she can do is help wrangle Pepper since I played with them and fed them. Hannah tries. No Pepper.
I am getting tired, and colder, and finally tell Hannah I am going upstairs to bed and she can deal with the animals. I'm done. Put the missing squirrel posters up in the morning, I'm tired. Hannah begs me to stay a few more minutes and help. We try everything. Food. Pine nuts. Shelving rattling. Lights on in the crawl spaces. I am starting to freak out. I am thinking Pepper has gotten outside some how and she is a gonner.
Then, Hannah has the brilliant idea that we should let the dog downstairs. Chloe will sniff the squirrel out. Chloe is let downstairs and immediately goes over to the cage and starts harassing Chili. Not what we wanted. We wrangle Chloe away from the cage and she heads straight for the shelving and starts sniffing up a storm near the far shelf.
Pepper. Not only is Pepper there, but she has somehow managed to get herself trapped in a clear plastic bin of Hannah's junk. The poor thing. If we had gone to bed, she would have been trapped there all night.
Pepper was freed. Chloe was rewarded. Everyone is going to bed.
Can I tell you that it is a little alarming to be sewing and suddenly have something crawl up your pant leg? For some reason, Pepper loves to climb up and see what I am working on.
Anyway, I had been sewing for a hour or so and decided that I was cold and done with what I was working on, so it was time to wrangle the beasts. In the past we have put the gliders dinner in their cage and they have come bounding out of where they have been playing like any other crazy house pet. We rang the dinner bell. No Pepper. I put the cup of fruit and cottage cheese in the cage, Chili, the shy silent type appears from his hibernation pouch and starts chowing down. No Pepper.
I turn on all the basement lights and rattle some of the shelving. No Pepper. I throw up my hands and call Hannah downstairs, since they are her pets and the least she can do is help wrangle Pepper since I played with them and fed them. Hannah tries. No Pepper.
I am getting tired, and colder, and finally tell Hannah I am going upstairs to bed and she can deal with the animals. I'm done. Put the missing squirrel posters up in the morning, I'm tired. Hannah begs me to stay a few more minutes and help. We try everything. Food. Pine nuts. Shelving rattling. Lights on in the crawl spaces. I am starting to freak out. I am thinking Pepper has gotten outside some how and she is a gonner.
Then, Hannah has the brilliant idea that we should let the dog downstairs. Chloe will sniff the squirrel out. Chloe is let downstairs and immediately goes over to the cage and starts harassing Chili. Not what we wanted. We wrangle Chloe away from the cage and she heads straight for the shelving and starts sniffing up a storm near the far shelf.
Pepper. Not only is Pepper there, but she has somehow managed to get herself trapped in a clear plastic bin of Hannah's junk. The poor thing. If we had gone to bed, she would have been trapped there all night.
Pepper was freed. Chloe was rewarded. Everyone is going to bed.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Dear Drunken Parents,
Dear Drunken Parents,
Thank you so much for demonstrating how trashy and ignorant you are, you have now left me no doubts as to your parenting skills.
Let me set the stage...Buffalo Wild Wings, 4 p.m., Saturday, Army Navy football game on the big screens (didn't have a clue because we don't follow football)...and scene:
Step one: Sit at your table and drink beer after beer and talk amongst yourselves. CHECK
Step two: Bring your children and let them run (not walk) laps around the restaurant. CHECK
Step three: Give your children endless supplies of dollar bills (do you work at Chippendales?) so they can SIT ON THE TABLES and plug said dollar bills into video games. CHECK
Step four: Don't monitor your under 5 year olds and let them run into the bar area and use the public restroom on their own. CHECK
Step five: Give your children lots of sugar and no actual meal so they are super whiney and run laps around the restaurant (did I mention that already?) CHECK
I completely understand that I need to be aware of my environment and take the good with the bad as far as people and dining experiences...but...yes, but...you are morons. After your 4 year old had lapped our table for the 21st time I, a Kindergarten teacher no less, asked my family straight faced if I could stick my foot out of our booth and trip the wild running girl. I could pretend it was an accident, like was getting up to use the bathroom or something.
People! Train your children. YOU are the parent. Use babysitters. Enjoy yourselves without costing others. Who, pre tell drove home?
Sober kisses,
Careless
Thank you so much for demonstrating how trashy and ignorant you are, you have now left me no doubts as to your parenting skills.
Let me set the stage...Buffalo Wild Wings, 4 p.m., Saturday, Army Navy football game on the big screens (didn't have a clue because we don't follow football)...and scene:
Step one: Sit at your table and drink beer after beer and talk amongst yourselves. CHECK
Step two: Bring your children and let them run (not walk) laps around the restaurant. CHECK
Step three: Give your children endless supplies of dollar bills (do you work at Chippendales?) so they can SIT ON THE TABLES and plug said dollar bills into video games. CHECK
Step four: Don't monitor your under 5 year olds and let them run into the bar area and use the public restroom on their own. CHECK
Step five: Give your children lots of sugar and no actual meal so they are super whiney and run laps around the restaurant (did I mention that already?) CHECK
I completely understand that I need to be aware of my environment and take the good with the bad as far as people and dining experiences...but...yes, but...you are morons. After your 4 year old had lapped our table for the 21st time I, a Kindergarten teacher no less, asked my family straight faced if I could stick my foot out of our booth and trip the wild running girl. I could pretend it was an accident, like was getting up to use the bathroom or something.
People! Train your children. YOU are the parent. Use babysitters. Enjoy yourselves without costing others. Who, pre tell drove home?
Sober kisses,
Careless
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Dear Pharma,
Dear Pharma,
Thank you so much for "making me well" while "making me crazy." I appreciate the fact that physicians are guessing when it comes to diagnosis and a 3 week, head splitting, tennis ball green snot blowing, infection. But YOUR DRUGS ARE MAKING ME CRAZY.
Why do you call it a Z-pack anyway? Z for...zany? Your z-pack has done nothing for me except nullify all my other medications. My thyroid? Totally inactive. I now sleep all day. And when I am awake? My hormones are zoinkers. I could have thrown my t.v. out the window today while playing an innocent game of wii Billards. I finally just threw the wii-mote across the room, stormed upstairs and lay in my bed crying. Over a wii game. Psycho.
Thank you, too, for turning the lymph nodes in my neck into hot coals. Between the mood alterations, lack of head pounding relief, and sleep, I am a freaking mess. A mess!
Hugs and sleepy kisses,
Careless
Thank you so much for "making me well" while "making me crazy." I appreciate the fact that physicians are guessing when it comes to diagnosis and a 3 week, head splitting, tennis ball green snot blowing, infection. But YOUR DRUGS ARE MAKING ME CRAZY.
Why do you call it a Z-pack anyway? Z for...zany? Your z-pack has done nothing for me except nullify all my other medications. My thyroid? Totally inactive. I now sleep all day. And when I am awake? My hormones are zoinkers. I could have thrown my t.v. out the window today while playing an innocent game of wii Billards. I finally just threw the wii-mote across the room, stormed upstairs and lay in my bed crying. Over a wii game. Psycho.
Thank you, too, for turning the lymph nodes in my neck into hot coals. Between the mood alterations, lack of head pounding relief, and sleep, I am a freaking mess. A mess!
Hugs and sleepy kisses,
Careless
Monday, November 28, 2011
Dear Lady,
Dear Lady,
Thank you so much for your kind offering of toilet paper, but I don't know you and where your hand has been. You, my new friend from Kentucky, are very sweet, but since we don't know each other you would never know that (shhhh), I am a germaphobe, and unless I am related to someone, I wouldn't have a conversation with anyone seated next to me in the adjacent bathroom stall. It's just me. Call me crazy. And, no, I'm not planning on running for Congress, or visiting the Minneapolis airport in the near future. I just have a problem with germs.
Thank you, too, lady from Kentucky, for your pleasant "in line waiting"conversation in the very small bathroom in the Chick-fil-A. I could tell that you "seemed" normal with your "MONTANA!" sweatshirt, and your concern for your college aged daughter, but, still, I would rather not use toilet paper than accept a pass from under a dirty stall wall.
Lady, you are well intentioned. It's just me. I have issues. I'm still trying to get the image of your hand coming at me from under the wall, out of my head.
Hugs and Chicken-y kisses,
Careless
Thank you so much for your kind offering of toilet paper, but I don't know you and where your hand has been. You, my new friend from Kentucky, are very sweet, but since we don't know each other you would never know that (shhhh), I am a germaphobe, and unless I am related to someone, I wouldn't have a conversation with anyone seated next to me in the adjacent bathroom stall. It's just me. Call me crazy. And, no, I'm not planning on running for Congress, or visiting the Minneapolis airport in the near future. I just have a problem with germs.
Thank you, too, lady from Kentucky, for your pleasant "in line waiting"conversation in the very small bathroom in the Chick-fil-A. I could tell that you "seemed" normal with your "MONTANA!" sweatshirt, and your concern for your college aged daughter, but, still, I would rather not use toilet paper than accept a pass from under a dirty stall wall.
Lady, you are well intentioned. It's just me. I have issues. I'm still trying to get the image of your hand coming at me from under the wall, out of my head.
Hugs and Chicken-y kisses,
Careless
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Dear Pintrest,
Dear Pintrest,
Thank you for creating a new monster. Thank you for creating another site that sucks what little free time I cling to dry, and leaves me wondering what the hell I have done with the last hour of my life. I was hoping for that!
Thank you, too, Pintrest, for not only offering the visual stimuli, but dangling things like "Ribs in the Crockpot!" (which WERE the best ribs ever, BTW) and "Easy Delicious Pretzel Bites" in front of my empty stomach. They WERE easy. They WERE delicious in all their buttery goodness. So now I'm lazy AND fat! A wintery win-win!
Not only have you made me lazy and fat, you have created a stalker, I mean "Intense Researcher." Why do I need to know that Vicky S. has 15,000 pins? Who cares if Sara H. was pinning at 5:30 this morning? Stop taunting me Pintrest, just stop!
The thing about you, Pintrest, is that you allow me to "pin" stuff to my board and you don't judge me when I never complete a project. But I've decide that I need to change my collecting status to a doing status, and make those recipes! Sew those projects! Arrange that furniture! Wear the combination of clothes like that woman put on her story board. This weekend I actually made 3 of your recipes and completed, YES COMPLETED, two of your projects. And I am looking forward to your "Easy Crockpot French Dip" and others.
Hugs and butter drenched kisses,
Careless
Thank you for creating a new monster. Thank you for creating another site that sucks what little free time I cling to dry, and leaves me wondering what the hell I have done with the last hour of my life. I was hoping for that!
Thank you, too, Pintrest, for not only offering the visual stimuli, but dangling things like "Ribs in the Crockpot!" (which WERE the best ribs ever, BTW) and "Easy Delicious Pretzel Bites" in front of my empty stomach. They WERE easy. They WERE delicious in all their buttery goodness. So now I'm lazy AND fat! A wintery win-win!
Not only have you made me lazy and fat, you have created a stalker, I mean "Intense Researcher." Why do I need to know that Vicky S. has 15,000 pins? Who cares if Sara H. was pinning at 5:30 this morning? Stop taunting me Pintrest, just stop!
The thing about you, Pintrest, is that you allow me to "pin" stuff to my board and you don't judge me when I never complete a project. But I've decide that I need to change my collecting status to a doing status, and make those recipes! Sew those projects! Arrange that furniture! Wear the combination of clothes like that woman put on her story board. This weekend I actually made 3 of your recipes and completed, YES COMPLETED, two of your projects. And I am looking forward to your "Easy Crockpot French Dip" and others.
Hugs and butter drenched kisses,
Careless
Thursday, November 10, 2011
If Only I Were THIS Creative 10 Years Ago
I am not a HUGE Star Wars fan, but I do remember seeing the movie in the theater in 1977. It's not all about the movie, it is the fact that this child's nursery is SO FREAKING CREATIVE, and yet it is all store bought "stuff." Take a peek here...
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Dear PBS,
Dear PBS,
Thank you (in all seriousness) for your contribution to my base knowledge. I can have an intelligent conversation with a recently turned 5 year old about Chinese culture all because of your excellent programming.
Yesterday, I was engaging my new student in conversation and I was able to talk about Chinese culture all because of your cartoon "Sagwa." Do you remember the cartoon about the Chinese cat that did calligraphy? It was really popular when Hannah was young...around 2000? 2001? Well my student was describing her meal from the previous night...squid...and all the other kids were staring at her in horror. I jumped in and asked this student about Moon Cakes. All because of my Sagwa knowledge.
This student lit up and said she had moon cakes before when her father had brought them back from China. I asked what message was smuggled inside (espionage style) and she laughed because I KNEW the moon cake history. All because of this damn cartoon I must have watched a BILLION times with Hannah.
Then we also discussed Chinese calligraphy, which I remember and can write a few words in, ALL BECAUSE of your cartoon! My student was very impressed.
So thank you PBS, for teaching me Chinese 101. I can keep impressing the 5 year olds!
Sticky hugs and kisses,
Careless
Thank you (in all seriousness) for your contribution to my base knowledge. I can have an intelligent conversation with a recently turned 5 year old about Chinese culture all because of your excellent programming.
Yesterday, I was engaging my new student in conversation and I was able to talk about Chinese culture all because of your cartoon "Sagwa." Do you remember the cartoon about the Chinese cat that did calligraphy? It was really popular when Hannah was young...around 2000? 2001? Well my student was describing her meal from the previous night...squid...and all the other kids were staring at her in horror. I jumped in and asked this student about Moon Cakes. All because of my Sagwa knowledge.
This student lit up and said she had moon cakes before when her father had brought them back from China. I asked what message was smuggled inside (espionage style) and she laughed because I KNEW the moon cake history. All because of this damn cartoon I must have watched a BILLION times with Hannah.
Then we also discussed Chinese calligraphy, which I remember and can write a few words in, ALL BECAUSE of your cartoon! My student was very impressed.
So thank you PBS, for teaching me Chinese 101. I can keep impressing the 5 year olds!
Sticky hugs and kisses,
Careless
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