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|Wednesday, September 19th, 2012|
Setting the box aside. It will always be there waiting
|Wednesday, May 30th, 2012|
so many more lightening bugs and chipmunks here
|Monday, December 26th, 2011|
yay for time with humblepie!
|Wednesday, August 10th, 2011|
I am skinny.
I thought this might be the case, what with the grief diet and all, but outside, non-prompted confirmation was had tonight.
|Sunday, August 7th, 2011|
all of the benefits
none of the inconvenience.
Must be one hell of a life.
|Thursday, August 4th, 2011|
organic cherries, raspberries and a soft cheese.
A sleeping babe.
If I wasn't sure I'd fall asleep in the hammock, I'd be enjoying all of this there. As is, couch is pretty nice.
|Saturday, July 30th, 2011|
My relationship's past five years can be summed up in the song
I used to dance behind the bar at the BDPIT to this song. We'd hum it together as I made his eyes up for the evening.
And now. yeah.
|Tuesday, March 1st, 2011|
|how to be sick
Little girl child woke up in the middle of the night burning with fever. We spent a day lolling around trying to get her to take medicine, but no. After her fever maintained despite the medicine and she started twitching, we headed off to urgent care.
She has the flu. Or more to the point, she *had* the flu. Seems she inherited her daddy's mutant healing ability.
However, she decided that this sickness was the best time to debut a new word- "Bad". The medicine was bad. The tamiflu was bad. I tried to get her to take it by showing her that Mommy would take it and feel better. About this time, her daddy came by and I said, look baby, daddy takes medicine. He took the syringe of tamiflu ($5.50 per dose with insurance) and gulped it down. All gone baby! see it wasn't that bad.
|Sunday, October 31st, 2010|
3 hours and 27 costumed children later I came home for wig and flame boots.
We had maybe...75 maybe 100 neighbors march in our parade.
TRICK OR TREAT
then movies. I doled out apple cider and scared a little girl by whispering "icabod...Icabod....
Such a wonderful Halloween!
My little girl child in on a walk with her daddy during which she will hopefully fall asleep. Then, we will sit on the porch and each drink a Corona.
|Friday, October 29th, 2010|
I am bracing for what will be a crazy weekend.
We are the keepers of Halloween for this hood. I've trolled ebay and listservs for a solid month picking up costumes. You should see the eyes of the kids light up when they hear you have free costumes they can borrow. You should see the parents look in relief that they no longer have to disappoint their kids or try to find new money to buy anything for them.
I've got ziplock bags of candy to hand out to the folks who, "just haven't been able to get to the store yet" or who "live right where the parade ends and might just need another bag..." from neighbors who are kind and realize that for some, buying $10 of candy is not an option this year or any other.
Yeah, we're having a parade. Why the hell not?
We cap off the costumes and parade and trick or treating with movies on our front lawn. We borrow a projector from work, hook up speakers and invite the whole hood to hang out.
Oh, and then there's the wedding on Saturday. Lord have mercy it's going to be a weekend. There might be a Halloween party I am missing right now...and I'm ok with that. The other two are asleep. I'm going to go catagorize the costumes and make lists in the hope that 75% of them return for next year.
I must admit to being slightly annoyed that recumbent cat is not recumbent. Current Mood: recumbent
|Friday, August 13th, 2010|
i'm tired of taking care of everyone else.
|Thursday, August 5th, 2010|
Stacey - the mom of the not so little anymore girl next door- got evicted today. How, when you get section 8 (for which in my town there is a three year wait to get on the two year waitlist) and a disability check and child support for the one child who still lives with you and food stamps and free health care do you get evicted from the house you've lived in for 16 years?
HOW CAN YOU BE THAT IRRESPONSIBLE WITH MONEY?
I've got to call social services tomorrow - bc the not so little girl is nowhere to be seen and according to rumor has a triflin' boyfriend of her own. I should have called them when the power had been disconnected for a month. I know this. I'm not her mother, but I knew better than to assume that her mother was looking out.
|Sunday, July 4th, 2010|
|gunshots and fireworks
For some odd reason folks in NC really really like excuses to shoot their guns. While there are firework stands all over the place, pop pop pop is generally from someone's handgun. While walking my daughter to sleep though this evening, we heard the distinctive shot gun blast.
While out in the yard today planting some new things the teenagers across the street were having a conversation trying to tell someone who was not yet at the party when to come and what to bring.
The 17 yr old said she wanted to shoot something off tonight, one of the guys said "I've got something you can shoot" to which she said, "naw, I don't want your gun, I want fireworks! Tell them to bring fireworks! AND Beer!" Her mom was at work.
We went to a different neighbor's house to babyplay and grill. While there it came up that my love and I can tell the difference between gun shots and fireworks. Apparently this is another useful skill we have in preparation for the zombacalypse.
|Friday, June 18th, 2010|
One day, in my dream life, I will have no grass to mow.
There will only be raised beds growing tasty tomatoes and colorful beets.
And there will be no snakes either.
|Monday, May 31st, 2010|
... conversation had while discussing dinner
My love: What kind of food do you like?
My sister: American and Italian. I mean, we make spaghetti, it's not like we're going out to Italian restaurants or nothing.
My love: What DO you eat at home?
My sister's husband: I cook all sorts of things at home. I make hamburgers, tacos, hamburger helper AND chicken helper.
AND chicken helper folks. Wide range of options there.
The kids didn't like the eggs because there was salt/pepper in them, the lasagna that was jar sauce, cheddar cheese, and noodles because it tasted funny, the birthday cake because the icing had lemon zest in it, the sweet Italian sausage because it was too spicy, the maple syrup because it didn't taste like the syrup at home, or the rice dream that we bought specifically for the child whose stomach gets upset when they eat ice cream.
It was all about labeling. If we had served it out of a ben and jerry's tub they would have lapped it up. How do I know this? We served textured vegetable protein instead of breakfast sausage by preparing it before they woke up and they LOVED it. We might not ever tell them that they ate "fake meat"
|Friday, May 7th, 2010|
My dad called today. Said he has prostate cancer. I am asking for a second opinion. He said they found 2% cancer cells in 1 of the 12 samples from the biopsy.
I'm suddenly trying to learn a lot about treatments and effectiveness and indicators for watchful waiting.
|Sunday, May 2nd, 2010|
|Spring or summer
either way it is glorious in NC today. My love is planning some neighborhood community message boards (physical) with another neighbor, the wife of whom is playing with my little Munch. This leaves me to sit in the living room and work. I love being able to work on the couch.
While I love that my job requires minimal effort to be successful, I also enjoy spending time on the weekend and in the evening working on projects that I like. This is one of the few times in the past two years that I've worked outside of 8-5 and as such, I am relishing it.
We shall be renting out little house as of this afternoon. Fingers crossed that this person does not flake/bail as well.
|Saturday, March 20th, 2010|
My dad is in town this weekend to help my love build a deck. It's amazing and about three feet off the ground :) They have the framing done, will have an inspection done on Monday/Tuesday and then add the actual floor and stairs.
I have no idea what to do with my yard right now. There is so much ivy, trash, and broken glass in the yard . I am slowly still pulling up the ivy. This battle has been on-going for two years. Each weekend I fill a lawn bag with ivy leaves, trails, roots, and I still feel like I am losing. I KNOW we are on the home stretch. E et all and I removed 45 bags of ivy two years ago and we're working to get the rest out. The trash, hot fries bags are one thing, but today I found 4 leaching batteries, a foot long degrading scrap of carpet, 3 40s, and who knows what sort of substance, drywall perhaps, that has left the ground white. I amslo found a 100 yr old window weight and a crank, so it's not all junk. This was just in the two hours that Madeline slept this afternoon.
Then there is the broken glass. There must be at least 20 lbs of glass shards scattered throughout the .2 acres.
So do I dig, till, clean? I just feel like I am constantly trying to get the yard to a place where my daughter can be in the yard. I can't even start dreaming out how I want the place to look it's so busted.
I need 20 strong arms for 20 strong days. Maybe that would do it.
I AM INCREDIBLY IMPATIENT FOR MY YARD TO BE A LOVELY PARADISE. I know.
|Sunday, February 28th, 2010|
i'm going to shower in a minute and it's going to be fantastic.
We cleaned up the back yard and found some of the pins marking our lot. My love is going to call the best former junkies in town and get an estimate to remove a whole bunch of ivy, brush, and busted concrete. Hopefully our attorney will get back to us sometime in the next century so that we can stick it to the slumlord who owns the boarded up and vacant house next door to us.
|Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010|
My love lost his job today. This is such a positive. He's been trying to find a different job for several weeks and wanting to go in and quit every.single.day.
Now he gets a severance package and unemployment. It's not the same level of pay, but once my little munch is out of daycare we'll actually be making about the same. We're going to talk about options tonight.