Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Good bye, Christmas
Christmas came and went.
And with it a huge sigh of relief. And I don't really know why. It's not like I had to do a huge amount of entertaining or visiting.
But I think it has alot to do with the expectations of Christmas- the most 'wonderful time of the year' and all that jazz.. for me it just forces me to go shopping. Which I'm not a huge fan of, particularly for those who seemingly have everything they need or want. Like my in-laws.
Every year it's a struggle with what to get them and every year my husband give me very little input into what we should give them. In years past it had been restaurant gift certificates, but then we found them in the glove compartment of their car, unused, years later. Then it was pictures of the kids. Cept I was going to send them pictures anyway.
This year.. I had a moment of inspiration. Or maybe just a moment of passive-aggressiveness.
Either way..
I'd been after them to visit. It's been over 1.5 years since we'd seen them and the kids really should know who their grandparents are. They're both retired and it costs 1/3 the cost to fly the 2 of them here than it costs to fly the 6 of us there. Not to mention flying/traveling with JM is pure hell. For the surrounding passengers AND us.
And since Larry didn't get anytime off last year, we didn't travel. And we got news that he's deploying for a year (in feb, now probably march) and.. well.. if they want to see him, they're just going to have to get on a plane. humph. so there.
I've been threatening to just buy them tickets and mail them to them. They have 100 excuses of what they need to do that they can't travel.. I won't hash them out here..but when I went to actually buy the tickets, Larry said to not waste our money. And hey.. they're his parents.
But this year it came up again 'what do get his parents for Christmas' and he couldn't' come up with anything. I still had a bug under my skin about getting them here and looked at air tickets, told them I was going to buy them for Christmas, and they said 'oh, no, let us buy them, we want to be able to decide' followed by the usual reasons why they can't travel..
So I bought them suitcases. The kind you wheel behind you. A whole set. Perfect for flying.
he he he
They asked 'is that a hint?'
hmmm...
What do you think?
Next year they're going to get a 'trio of dairy animals' or chickens or ox sent to Asia in their name, I think....
Wonder what kind of hint that'd be?
And with it a huge sigh of relief. And I don't really know why. It's not like I had to do a huge amount of entertaining or visiting.
But I think it has alot to do with the expectations of Christmas- the most 'wonderful time of the year' and all that jazz.. for me it just forces me to go shopping. Which I'm not a huge fan of, particularly for those who seemingly have everything they need or want. Like my in-laws.
Every year it's a struggle with what to get them and every year my husband give me very little input into what we should give them. In years past it had been restaurant gift certificates, but then we found them in the glove compartment of their car, unused, years later. Then it was pictures of the kids. Cept I was going to send them pictures anyway.
This year.. I had a moment of inspiration. Or maybe just a moment of passive-aggressiveness.
Either way..
I'd been after them to visit. It's been over 1.5 years since we'd seen them and the kids really should know who their grandparents are. They're both retired and it costs 1/3 the cost to fly the 2 of them here than it costs to fly the 6 of us there. Not to mention flying/traveling with JM is pure hell. For the surrounding passengers AND us.
And since Larry didn't get anytime off last year, we didn't travel. And we got news that he's deploying for a year (in feb, now probably march) and.. well.. if they want to see him, they're just going to have to get on a plane. humph. so there.
I've been threatening to just buy them tickets and mail them to them. They have 100 excuses of what they need to do that they can't travel.. I won't hash them out here..but when I went to actually buy the tickets, Larry said to not waste our money. And hey.. they're his parents.
But this year it came up again 'what do get his parents for Christmas' and he couldn't' come up with anything. I still had a bug under my skin about getting them here and looked at air tickets, told them I was going to buy them for Christmas, and they said 'oh, no, let us buy them, we want to be able to decide' followed by the usual reasons why they can't travel..
So I bought them suitcases. The kind you wheel behind you. A whole set. Perfect for flying.
he he he
They asked 'is that a hint?'
hmmm...
What do you think?
Next year they're going to get a 'trio of dairy animals' or chickens or ox sent to Asia in their name, I think....
Wonder what kind of hint that'd be?
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Because the kids think being elves is funny
Once we got past the "which one is me?" questions
We should have stopped while we were ahead
Really. We should have stopped. Although it looks the same, trust me, it isn't.
and... by special request..
The SHAKE YOUR BUTT one
And with that...
We really have other things we should be doing
Send your own ElfYourself eCards
We should have stopped while we were ahead
Send your own ElfYourself eCards
Really. We should have stopped. Although it looks the same, trust me, it isn't.
Send your own ElfYourself eCards
and... by special request..
The SHAKE YOUR BUTT one
Send your own ElfYourself eCards
And with that...
We really have other things we should be doing
Monday, December 21, 2009
What I learned today
-Painting Cathedral ceilings is a level of purgatory.
-Leaning back off a ladder to reach that last little spot is a bad idea.
-Falling into a just-painted wall doesn't hurt as much as you think it would.
- It will mess up your paint job
- Choosing paint colors in the cave you currently call home does not give an accurate idea of color
-Once you actually get the color on the wall, you will swear the guy mixed the paint wrong
-Cept it isn't, your lighting was
-What appears as a cream in a cave will appear as a pink in light
-Pink is not a color most men will accept for their dining rooms
-Re-painting rooms with cathedral ceilings is a lower level of purgatory
To be continued................
And just because I am killing time tonight
-Leaning back off a ladder to reach that last little spot is a bad idea.
-Falling into a just-painted wall doesn't hurt as much as you think it would.
- It will mess up your paint job
- Choosing paint colors in the cave you currently call home does not give an accurate idea of color
-Once you actually get the color on the wall, you will swear the guy mixed the paint wrong
-Cept it isn't, your lighting was
-What appears as a cream in a cave will appear as a pink in light
-Pink is not a color most men will accept for their dining rooms
-Re-painting rooms with cathedral ceilings is a lower level of purgatory
To be continued................
And just because I am killing time tonight
Send your own ElfYourself eCards
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Now accepting reservations, call 1-800-visit-paradise
Should anyone who's known us more than a month want to visit..
We should be open for visitors in the next month.
However.. if you're handy with a paintbrush and like to help move you're welcome now.
The clock is ticking and it's looking like we just. might. possibly be fully moved by Jan 1.
In reality it will probably be Jan 9.
What I've learned the past week from this experience is:
- it is MUCH easier to get stuff done if you are able and willing to hire someone.
- Had we hired a sheet rock guy, our first house would have taken us 1 year less than it did
- some people are worth their weight in gold.. Well.. maybe not literally..
-If you open the paint can and think 'that's no where near the color we chose' it will not magically turn into the color you chose after spending 2 hrs putting it on the walls
- The McDonalds around the corner from the new house will always mess your order. Always.
- You will almost be on a first name basis with all the employees at said McDonalds after buying the kids' food there 2 x a week.
- 'Extra pickle and ketchup only' will be lost in translation at most Mc Donalds in Southern Ca.
- The drop in daycare doesn't always have openings when you want them to have them
- Kids like helping painting
- Kids' painting skills are best kept on paper, not on walls
- Even when not painting themselves, they will manage to wear paint on at least 1 part of their body and one article of clothing
- If you leave the front door open, neighbors will wander in to see what you are doing. Especially if they share your floor plan
- The neighborhood watch guy takes his job very seriously. Don't let his cane fool you, this guy gets around.
- California does have rednecks and you can find them selling stuff you need on Craigslist
We should be open for visitors in the next month.
However.. if you're handy with a paintbrush and like to help move you're welcome now.
The clock is ticking and it's looking like we just. might. possibly be fully moved by Jan 1.
In reality it will probably be Jan 9.
What I've learned the past week from this experience is:
- it is MUCH easier to get stuff done if you are able and willing to hire someone.
- Had we hired a sheet rock guy, our first house would have taken us 1 year less than it did
- some people are worth their weight in gold.. Well.. maybe not literally..
-If you open the paint can and think 'that's no where near the color we chose' it will not magically turn into the color you chose after spending 2 hrs putting it on the walls
- The McDonalds around the corner from the new house will always mess your order. Always.
- You will almost be on a first name basis with all the employees at said McDonalds after buying the kids' food there 2 x a week.
- 'Extra pickle and ketchup only' will be lost in translation at most Mc Donalds in Southern Ca.
- The drop in daycare doesn't always have openings when you want them to have them
- Kids like helping painting
- Kids' painting skills are best kept on paper, not on walls
- Even when not painting themselves, they will manage to wear paint on at least 1 part of their body and one article of clothing
- If you leave the front door open, neighbors will wander in to see what you are doing. Especially if they share your floor plan
- The neighborhood watch guy takes his job very seriously. Don't let his cane fool you, this guy gets around.
- California does have rednecks and you can find them selling stuff you need on Craigslist
Thursday, December 17, 2009
It's been a busy week here in Lake Woebegone (uh.. San Diego County)
I'll just be uploading a few pictures as photographic evidence
The Girls' Room so far. "princess pink"
The Boys' Room so far.
View from front door.
Big Ugly orange post gone. Tile in Dining room, going in Kitchen. That's a guy installing the tile.
Office doorway to the right, now.
Sonia walking on the new tile.
New French door into the guestroom/school room
Fireplace and windows taped over
New lights going in ceiling. Make that lights going in ceiling. People who built California houses don't believe in lighting from the ceiling which makes for very dark rooms once the sun goes down. Larry fixed that. :-)
View into kitchen from dining room. That's the other tile-guy.
Living room to the right, wall far right is the wall to the new-made office
We were very blessed to have my parents here for a week (and a day). They kept our kids entertained so we could paint, clean and fix up the house. The kids had been going with us (as seen in the pictures) but were 'helping' a little too much with the paining. And getting pretty bored. We'd brought over a laptop and all our movies and set it up in the girl's room for them to watch movies and eat snacks (why the carpet remains in there for now) and for a while it was working fine.
Yesterday the kitchen cabinets arrived and the fort they have been planning for those boxes ought to keep them busy for another week and then the house should be done.
My parents got to experience life from the blog. I'd been meaning to write about it, since it just fits with my life, but my life has been a little busy even to blog.
But Monday.. was a typical nutty day. It started with plans to drop my parents off at the airport, stop at the Navy exchange and buy a Christmas present for Larry, get lunch for the kids, go to JM's Pediatric GI apt at the Navy Hospital at Balboa and then drive to Chula vista and pick up a van full of diapers from our friends' garage.
That was the plan. I had a schedule it was going to make the best possible use of my time.
What really happened was I dropped my parents off at the airport and before I got to the exchange I got a call that it looked like their plane was going to be canceled. Due to ice (in Pennsylvania). Which still strikes me as funny that you can get 'snowed in' as far as planes go when you're in San Diego.
Anyway. We stop for gas and just before we find a parking space we get the call that they are spending another night with us.
No biggie- go to pick them up.Get them and their suitcases back into the the van.
Try to get back to the exchange. I should have just gone the way I just had gone to the exchange, the one way I know, through downtown. Except I had a new GPS and decided to trust her judgment. Yeah. Sometimes she's just wrong. And oddly the Navy exchange isn't among her 'points of interest' so she's not all that helpful, anyway.
Finally get to the exchange after a detour through a fairly sketchy area of town. Pull in, go shopping. Mom and dad wander around shopping, too. We check out, get them checked out and I realize JM has a particularly foul odor coming from his rear quarters area. Send mom and dad to the food court for lunch and I head to the van to change the diaper.
Now this is the point where I should track back to earlier that morning. When I could. not. find. my. keys. Of course that's a fairly common occurrence here, and they usually show up, eventually. But we had a plane to catch (or so we thought) so I didn't have a ton of time to try to find them. I thought Larry probably had them in his pocket from yesterday, so grabbed the spare key and left.
But the spare key is just the key, not the little remote thing.
So I manually unlock the door and toss the key on the car seat. Change JM and pull him out of the car, put him in the stroller and shut the van door. Hear the 'ding ding ding' it does right before it locks.
I must have hit the 'lock' button on the driver door when I shut but the sliding door was open so it didn't lock until 2 seconds after I closed the sliding door
With the key sitting in there on the car seat.
Crap.
At this point, the clock is ticking and we REALLY needed to be on our way to the Ped GI apt to get there on time.
Call AAA. They tell me my membership is expired. I tell them that can't be since it's supposed to be on auto-renewal (because as evidenced in this blog... I NEED them. often) They transfer me to their membership dept, I renew on the phone, they transfer me back to the chick who will send me someone who can unlock my door. Tell me he'll arrive in about 30 minutes.
uh, oh. That's going to be really cutting it close.
Go inside. Tell my parents I locked myself out, leave kids with them, head to the car to wait.
Finally get a call from the AAA guy saying I had to meet him at the Gate (since I'm on the Navy base) and they won't let him in without my being there.
Walk to the gate, explain my situation.
The guy gets there and the guard tells him to pull over and wait for an escort.
WHAAATTT???
AT this point, it was 10 minutes before my apt, 20 minutes after I was supposed to arrive to register. After waiting on hold forever on the apt line for the hospital (the entire time I was walking from van to gate and until the tow guy got there), I get a human who transferred me to the GI clinic who I explain my situation and beg them to still see JM. They sound confused and say 'well.. I'll let her know what's going on.' click.
Call Larry frustrated and ask him if he has the keys. He doesn't.
Sitting there with the tow truck guy, it seems like an eternity. I ask 'how long does it usually take for an escort?' and he says 'sometimes an hour'
oh.no. That's not going to work. Go back to the guard and fill him in that I NEED to get to the hospital, my son's been waiting for this apt for 4 months, I'm supposed to have been there 25 minutes ago.... and he says he'll call (again) and about 20 second later the 'escort' show up. Which is just military police.
Tow guy takes 40 seconds to open the van. MP then needs my registration and ID to make sure the van I had the buy break into was really mine to break into. Joey proudly informs my parents that he knows they use a long special stick to open the van. And he knows this from the last time I locked my keys in the truck.
Into the Van, race to the hospital.
Leave the Van running with my parents and older kids trying to find a parking space while we sprint the 1/2 mile to the other end of the building after finally finding the Ped GI clinic. Which doesn't have a sign. The PICU has one right there, but it doesn't.
Meet a team of Senior Citizen Santas as we were running down the hall who made JM stop in his tracks in fear. That didn't stop them from touching him, talking to him and giving him a bear. Now named "stuffy bear" and goes with us everywhere.
Get to the apt was whisked to vital signs and seen and done with the DR in about 20 mintues. She seemed as thorough as one could be trying to get history on a kid who's had newborn stool since he was a newborn.
Sent me to schedule him for an EGD. Waiting to schedule it took about as long as my visit with the dr.
As we get out to where my parents are, Sonia has to use the bathroom. And the last place I saw bathroom signs was about 1/2 mile away. Trudge back up to the hospital and see an hourly child care place. hmmm... stop in and inquire about leaving the older 3 there for the AM of the EGD (because it's 2 days before christmas and we'll have to leave at 6:30 in the AM and finding a babysitter at 6:30 am 2days before Christmas will be challenging) and arrange that while Sonia uses their rest room.
All this time my father's been stuck in a traffic jam trying to get out of the parking garage. And absolutely none too happy about it. We didn't leave to find the bathroom until after he'd called about being stuck and were back to the parking lot just as he got out.
Back home, ate dinner, went to paint the new house
Next AM tried again to get them to the airport (successfully this time), actually got to fill the van with diapers (which wasn't going to happen with suitcases and stroller), ran a trillion other errands and got home in time to make dinner.
Oh.. yeah, those missing keys?
They were in my father's coat pocket.
What the house actually looks like outside. Like every 3rd house in the neighborhood.
Big Ugly orange post gone. Tile in Dining room, going in Kitchen. That's a guy installing the tile.
Office doorway to the right, now.
New French door into the guestroom/school room
Fireplace and windows taped over
New lights going in ceiling. Make that lights going in ceiling. People who built California houses don't believe in lighting from the ceiling which makes for very dark rooms once the sun goes down. Larry fixed that. :-)
Living room to the right, wall far right is the wall to the new-made office
We were very blessed to have my parents here for a week (and a day). They kept our kids entertained so we could paint, clean and fix up the house. The kids had been going with us (as seen in the pictures) but were 'helping' a little too much with the paining. And getting pretty bored. We'd brought over a laptop and all our movies and set it up in the girl's room for them to watch movies and eat snacks (why the carpet remains in there for now) and for a while it was working fine.
Yesterday the kitchen cabinets arrived and the fort they have been planning for those boxes ought to keep them busy for another week and then the house should be done.
My parents got to experience life from the blog. I'd been meaning to write about it, since it just fits with my life, but my life has been a little busy even to blog.
But Monday.. was a typical nutty day. It started with plans to drop my parents off at the airport, stop at the Navy exchange and buy a Christmas present for Larry, get lunch for the kids, go to JM's Pediatric GI apt at the Navy Hospital at Balboa and then drive to Chula vista and pick up a van full of diapers from our friends' garage.
That was the plan. I had a schedule it was going to make the best possible use of my time.
What really happened was I dropped my parents off at the airport and before I got to the exchange I got a call that it looked like their plane was going to be canceled. Due to ice (in Pennsylvania). Which still strikes me as funny that you can get 'snowed in' as far as planes go when you're in San Diego.
Anyway. We stop for gas and just before we find a parking space we get the call that they are spending another night with us.
No biggie- go to pick them up.Get them and their suitcases back into the the van.
Try to get back to the exchange. I should have just gone the way I just had gone to the exchange, the one way I know, through downtown. Except I had a new GPS and decided to trust her judgment. Yeah. Sometimes she's just wrong. And oddly the Navy exchange isn't among her 'points of interest' so she's not all that helpful, anyway.
Finally get to the exchange after a detour through a fairly sketchy area of town. Pull in, go shopping. Mom and dad wander around shopping, too. We check out, get them checked out and I realize JM has a particularly foul odor coming from his rear quarters area. Send mom and dad to the food court for lunch and I head to the van to change the diaper.
Now this is the point where I should track back to earlier that morning. When I could. not. find. my. keys. Of course that's a fairly common occurrence here, and they usually show up, eventually. But we had a plane to catch (or so we thought) so I didn't have a ton of time to try to find them. I thought Larry probably had them in his pocket from yesterday, so grabbed the spare key and left.
But the spare key is just the key, not the little remote thing.
So I manually unlock the door and toss the key on the car seat. Change JM and pull him out of the car, put him in the stroller and shut the van door. Hear the 'ding ding ding' it does right before it locks.
I must have hit the 'lock' button on the driver door when I shut but the sliding door was open so it didn't lock until 2 seconds after I closed the sliding door
With the key sitting in there on the car seat.
Crap.
At this point, the clock is ticking and we REALLY needed to be on our way to the Ped GI apt to get there on time.
Call AAA. They tell me my membership is expired. I tell them that can't be since it's supposed to be on auto-renewal (because as evidenced in this blog... I NEED them. often) They transfer me to their membership dept, I renew on the phone, they transfer me back to the chick who will send me someone who can unlock my door. Tell me he'll arrive in about 30 minutes.
uh, oh. That's going to be really cutting it close.
Go inside. Tell my parents I locked myself out, leave kids with them, head to the car to wait.
Finally get a call from the AAA guy saying I had to meet him at the Gate (since I'm on the Navy base) and they won't let him in without my being there.
Walk to the gate, explain my situation.
The guy gets there and the guard tells him to pull over and wait for an escort.
WHAAATTT???
AT this point, it was 10 minutes before my apt, 20 minutes after I was supposed to arrive to register. After waiting on hold forever on the apt line for the hospital (the entire time I was walking from van to gate and until the tow guy got there), I get a human who transferred me to the GI clinic who I explain my situation and beg them to still see JM. They sound confused and say 'well.. I'll let her know what's going on.' click.
Call Larry frustrated and ask him if he has the keys. He doesn't.
Sitting there with the tow truck guy, it seems like an eternity. I ask 'how long does it usually take for an escort?' and he says 'sometimes an hour'
oh.no. That's not going to work. Go back to the guard and fill him in that I NEED to get to the hospital, my son's been waiting for this apt for 4 months, I'm supposed to have been there 25 minutes ago.... and he says he'll call (again) and about 20 second later the 'escort' show up. Which is just military police.
Tow guy takes 40 seconds to open the van. MP then needs my registration and ID to make sure the van I had the buy break into was really mine to break into. Joey proudly informs my parents that he knows they use a long special stick to open the van. And he knows this from the last time I locked my keys in the truck.
Into the Van, race to the hospital.
Leave the Van running with my parents and older kids trying to find a parking space while we sprint the 1/2 mile to the other end of the building after finally finding the Ped GI clinic. Which doesn't have a sign. The PICU has one right there, but it doesn't.
Meet a team of Senior Citizen Santas as we were running down the hall who made JM stop in his tracks in fear. That didn't stop them from touching him, talking to him and giving him a bear. Now named "stuffy bear" and goes with us everywhere.
Get to the apt was whisked to vital signs and seen and done with the DR in about 20 mintues. She seemed as thorough as one could be trying to get history on a kid who's had newborn stool since he was a newborn.
Sent me to schedule him for an EGD. Waiting to schedule it took about as long as my visit with the dr.
As we get out to where my parents are, Sonia has to use the bathroom. And the last place I saw bathroom signs was about 1/2 mile away. Trudge back up to the hospital and see an hourly child care place. hmmm... stop in and inquire about leaving the older 3 there for the AM of the EGD (because it's 2 days before christmas and we'll have to leave at 6:30 in the AM and finding a babysitter at 6:30 am 2days before Christmas will be challenging) and arrange that while Sonia uses their rest room.
All this time my father's been stuck in a traffic jam trying to get out of the parking garage. And absolutely none too happy about it. We didn't leave to find the bathroom until after he'd called about being stuck and were back to the parking lot just as he got out.
Back home, ate dinner, went to paint the new house
Next AM tried again to get them to the airport (successfully this time), actually got to fill the van with diapers (which wasn't going to happen with suitcases and stroller), ran a trillion other errands and got home in time to make dinner.
Oh.. yeah, those missing keys?
They were in my father's coat pocket.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Pictures. Finally
Spectacular view of the ugly orange post in the middle of the house. Behind it is the soon-to-be office (to the right, by the bay window) and to the left will be the living room.
Room currently decorated with 5 gal buckets of primer and ceiling paint.
Dining room, Toward the Right will be the kitchen. The bricks used to be the fireplace mantle thing. But we needed the 18 inches of floor space to fit our table. And they were ugly. And fun to tear down. Destruction is sometimes fun.
Yes, That is a double vanity. I know you're Jealous, Andrew ;-)
The Elephant Room.
Soon to be boy bedroom. Minus the elephants. Apparently they liked them so much that when the painted the walls from tan to blue, they tried to paint around the elephants, rendering them even scarier looking than they would have been otherwise.
Note the freshly painted ceiling and missing floor tile.
These people liked painting their ceilings. This room was tan, the girls was pink, the master bath was Mississippi mud brown.
Master bedroom. Bathroom to the left, patio door to the right.
Yes, all the ceilings in this house have odd angles.
Master bath and closet. yeah, crummy picture.
View from kitchen. Through dining room. You can see through the future "guest room" and the last doorway leads into the elephant room.
Those white things you see in the foreground are electrical wiring.
Backyard. Looking from back kitchen door, there is this little patio-bricked area and then the back yard. Beyond our yard is open space. (yeah!!!) and a firebreak and coyotes. What would our backyard be without a fire break and active coyotes? But.. if you're going to have a few square feet for a yard, it's nice not having to share your back fence with another family.
Since it's rained 1 day (and not even a whole day- a few hours) since.. uh.. forever. The plants are mostly dead and so is the grass.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
He's not a baby anymore!
My youngest wanted a snack yesterday mid-morning. I was in the middle of something and when done (4 minutes later) I went into the kitchen and found him
With...
bread
Peanut butter
Fluff
knife
AND a half eaten sandwich that he proudly told me he made.
whoa.
Time to rethink where things are kept in the pantry
If you're not from New England, you've probably not heard of a Fluffernutter sandwich.
You are missing out and must go to the grocery store today and buy a jar of Marshmellow Cream (which is the closest thing you'll find outside of New England to actual Fluff) put it on one piece of bread, peanut butter on the other and munch. So easy, even a 2 year old can do it.
Especially Yummy to the under 10 crowd.
With...
bread
Peanut butter
Fluff
knife
AND a half eaten sandwich that he proudly told me he made.
whoa.
Time to rethink where things are kept in the pantry
If you're not from New England, you've probably not heard of a Fluffernutter sandwich.
You are missing out and must go to the grocery store today and buy a jar of Marshmellow Cream (which is the closest thing you'll find outside of New England to actual Fluff) put it on one piece of bread, peanut butter on the other and munch. So easy, even a 2 year old can do it.
Especially Yummy to the under 10 crowd.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Today might be the day
That the house is officially ours. We were told last night it was supposed to be yesterday. So.. we'll see.
Spent the better part of the AM trying to find who controls the utilities in the town. Sadly, when you move to towns with a population under 4000 there isn't a city hall to call to get this sort of information. There isn't even a town hall. gasp!
There are, however.. 3 liquor stores, 1 bar and 1 tattoo parlor. So you know we're moving up in life.
Just kidding.
It's really a cute town. (as far as southern CA cute goes) and if it wasn't for the liquor stores and tattoo parlor at the one traffic light in town you wouldn't know the town even existed.
Oh, yeah, there's also a big ole horse track. Which is why our neighborhood has names such as 'thoroughbred lane and triple crown drive' I don't think any major race happens there.. but I have no clue.
Anyway..
This week's lesson is life is...
"If you think you know what feeling stressed is, just wait until you see what the future holds for you. It's only been practice so far."
Good thing I've had so much practice, cuz the next few months look like some real doozies.
Spent the better part of the AM trying to find who controls the utilities in the town. Sadly, when you move to towns with a population under 4000 there isn't a city hall to call to get this sort of information. There isn't even a town hall. gasp!
There are, however.. 3 liquor stores, 1 bar and 1 tattoo parlor. So you know we're moving up in life.
Just kidding.
It's really a cute town. (as far as southern CA cute goes) and if it wasn't for the liquor stores and tattoo parlor at the one traffic light in town you wouldn't know the town even existed.
Oh, yeah, there's also a big ole horse track. Which is why our neighborhood has names such as 'thoroughbred lane and triple crown drive' I don't think any major race happens there.. but I have no clue.
Anyway..
This week's lesson is life is...
"If you think you know what feeling stressed is, just wait until you see what the future holds for you. It's only been practice so far."
Good thing I've had so much practice, cuz the next few months look like some real doozies.
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