... without her, I wouldn't have much of a post today.
(yeah, like that's a surprise lately...)
A - Available or single: how about, no.
B - Best Friend: my pet
C - Cake or Pie: cake
D - Drink of choice: diet coke
E - Essential item you use everyday: my brain
F - Favorite color: Orange
G - Gummy Bears or worms: Bears. Worms are unwieldy
H - Hometown: currently New Boston
I - Indulgence: a good book
J - January or February: January - it's my birth month
K - Kids & Names: yes, one, Foo.
L - Life is Incomplete Without? - caffeine
M - Marriage Date: 09.06.03 - i like round numbers
N - Number of Siblings: nil
O - Oranges or Apples: Oranges for cooking, Apples for eating
P - Phobias or Fears: dark
Q - Fave Quote: At the side of the eternal Why, there is a Yes and a Yes and a Yes - e.m. Forster
R - Reason to Smile: fancy and whim
S - Season: autumn
T - Tag 3 or 4 people: um, how about - no.
U - Unknown Fact about Me: ancient Chinese secret
V- Vegetable You Don't Like: eggplant
W - Worst Habit: Grousing about that which I cannot control
X - Xrays: Probably enough to emit a slight glow
Y - Your Fave Food: Starch
Z - Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
14 December 2006
13 December 2006
Tick Tick Tick
winding down.
the clock, that is, not me. i'm about as not wound-down as someone can be without caffeine for blood. so much to do, so little time. i can't even wonkafy it, because truth be told, it's not even funny to me anymore.
i don't exactly want to cry.
i just really really really want to get in gear, tell work to get bent, and spend the rest of this week and next finishing the house and moving in and feeling like life at home is life at home, and not something happening in a mildly disarrayed construction zone.
we got the toilet into the w.c. last night.
and the first coat of paint on the bedroom walls
and the doors down (for stripping and refinishing) on the first floor
i don't have room to list everything we have left to do.
and at least two of the 'left to do' items fall into the category of 'shopping' which might not be so bad if it weren't for:
- - the fact that it's mid-December and there are lunatics out there that don't have their shopping done
- - the fact that in order to have my shopping done, and as much of the stuff in for the house as we already do have, i'm flat out broke
we ABSOLUTELY must finish the flooring this weekend.
the clock, that is, not me. i'm about as not wound-down as someone can be without caffeine for blood. so much to do, so little time. i can't even wonkafy it, because truth be told, it's not even funny to me anymore.
i don't exactly want to cry.
i just really really really want to get in gear, tell work to get bent, and spend the rest of this week and next finishing the house and moving in and feeling like life at home is life at home, and not something happening in a mildly disarrayed construction zone.
we got the toilet into the w.c. last night.
and the first coat of paint on the bedroom walls
and the doors down (for stripping and refinishing) on the first floor
i don't have room to list everything we have left to do.
and at least two of the 'left to do' items fall into the category of 'shopping' which might not be so bad if it weren't for:
- - the fact that it's mid-December and there are lunatics out there that don't have their shopping done
- - the fact that in order to have my shopping done, and as much of the stuff in for the house as we already do have, i'm flat out broke
we ABSOLUTELY must finish the flooring this weekend.
12 December 2006
Finderella
It falls apart later, but i'll get to that. later.
currently my life feels like a somewhat Disnified version of itself.
me as overworked finderella
my friends and family as the little mice and birds that do more than half the work, make me feel special, and keep me singing
the house as the wicked step mother
time and money the ugly step sisters who keep trying to get in the way
it falls apart with the whole who's the prince and what's my glass slipper, and where the heck is the fairy godmother in all of this...
but so far, the story fits, and sometimes it feels like i'll NEVER get all the work done in time to make it to the ball
currently my life feels like a somewhat Disnified version of itself.
me as overworked finderella
my friends and family as the little mice and birds that do more than half the work, make me feel special, and keep me singing
the house as the wicked step mother
time and money the ugly step sisters who keep trying to get in the way
it falls apart with the whole who's the prince and what's my glass slipper, and where the heck is the fairy godmother in all of this...
but so far, the story fits, and sometimes it feels like i'll NEVER get all the work done in time to make it to the ball
08 December 2006
Ho Ho Ho!
this the awesome Santa that the baby got to see on tuesday evening.
he's my all time favorite mall Santa. and he's lovely and diplomatic, telling each and every child who asks for something wonderful for Christmas, "I'll see what I can do." as a mom, i have to love it. Rock on Santa.
she loved it too... dancing with the Happy Feet penguins, waiting in line and being excited, using the static of wool coats and too much little kid energy to get most of her baby-duck-down hair to stand nearly on end (i.e. making mama a wreck about how she's going to look in the actual photo), seeing Santa and conspiratorially whispering to him he longing for a deer...
best of all, dinner that night was a trip to Olga's Kitchen (a treat for me, really) where i ate too much and loved every minute of it. if i would have thought for a second that i'd have room for it, i would have ordered soup, dessert, and some snacks too!
in other news - good news! - our flooring came in about a half a week earlier than we expected, so we'll be installing our new floors this weekend (instead of next!) and i couldn't be more giddy. tonight i'm painting the trim downstairs (the last step before we can install the floor!) and tomorrow morning we'll be getting the house into a truly livable state. wowzy!
05 December 2006
Claws
we're taking the baby to see Santa tonight.
when we prepped her ( ok, when *I* prepped her) the conversation went a little like this:
me: ok, so when Santa's says, "Hello there little girl, what's your name?" what do you say?
foo: Foo*
me: and when he says, "and have you been a good little girl this year, Foo?" what do you say
foo: You betcha' Santa.
me: and when he says, "well then, what can I bring you for Christmas?" what do you say
foo: toys!
me: and when he says, "what kind of toys do you want?" what are you going to tell him
foo: a deer
me: a deer? what kind of deer?
foo: a little deer we can put in the yard at my house
that's right, friends, my little girl wants a lighted yard deer from Santa for Christmas. don't you doubt for a minute that shortly after the first time we had this conversation, i trotted my big-mommy-backside off to Target and got her a lighted yard deer. my husband and i decided we're going to put it on the front porch for her to find on Christmas morning.
in other news we're still plugging along with the house. it won't kill me, i'm certain of it. i'm just really REALLY wondering if we're actually going to be able to have folks over between the holidays... at least without having to issue them some sort of tool or paint brush when they walk through the door. my husband assures me that we'll be just fine. but that's not really my style - - being all relaxed and having faith in things working out. i'm more the peel your nails off and stress until the last minute when it all actually does fall into place kind.
- - breathe - -
i'm off to lunch with a friend i haven't seen in months.
when we prepped her ( ok, when *I* prepped her) the conversation went a little like this:
me: ok, so when Santa's says, "Hello there little girl, what's your name?" what do you say?
foo: Foo*
me: and when he says, "and have you been a good little girl this year, Foo?" what do you say
foo: You betcha' Santa.
me: and when he says, "well then, what can I bring you for Christmas?" what do you say
foo: toys!
me: and when he says, "what kind of toys do you want?" what are you going to tell him
foo: a deer
me: a deer? what kind of deer?
foo: a little deer we can put in the yard at my house
that's right, friends, my little girl wants a lighted yard deer from Santa for Christmas. don't you doubt for a minute that shortly after the first time we had this conversation, i trotted my big-mommy-backside off to Target and got her a lighted yard deer. my husband and i decided we're going to put it on the front porch for her to find on Christmas morning.
in other news we're still plugging along with the house. it won't kill me, i'm certain of it. i'm just really REALLY wondering if we're actually going to be able to have folks over between the holidays... at least without having to issue them some sort of tool or paint brush when they walk through the door. my husband assures me that we'll be just fine. but that's not really my style - - being all relaxed and having faith in things working out. i'm more the peel your nails off and stress until the last minute when it all actually does fall into place kind.
- - breathe - -
i'm off to lunch with a friend i haven't seen in months.
04 December 2006
got the snow
it's snowing outside.
'they' said we were supposed to only get flurries.
'they' also said we were only getting flurries when we were obviously under 'showers' conditions
didn't surprise me - - my head's been splitting for the past 2 days.
and no, it's not from the stress of the presentation I had to give today
or the fact that it's december and we ONLY JUST finished painting the downstairs rooms
or the fact that the flooring is still two weeks away
it's from the weather. it almost always triggers a migraine
'they' also say that we're not supposed to be getting much more than flurries tonight or tomorrow and that we might get showers on Wednesday, but my head tells me otherwise, and since i second guessed it this morning (and came out to a snow-covered car at 3) when i shouldn't have, i'm guessing we might get more than they're predicting.
still, it's not deep or sticky wet
or impairing the actual road conditions
(though it did almost destroy the ability of most of the other folks on the road to drive faster than 35 miles an hour - - except for those who had to drive 90)
and certainly not snowman quality
but it's pretty.
and i love pretty snow.
especially in december.
all of a sudden
in spite of the head
and the presentation
and the pitiful state of the house that would be home
i am almost feeling a hint of holiday spirit
stirring in my self
and wondering if it's too cold for stringing lights
'they' said we were supposed to only get flurries.
'they' also said we were only getting flurries when we were obviously under 'showers' conditions
didn't surprise me - - my head's been splitting for the past 2 days.
and no, it's not from the stress of the presentation I had to give today
or the fact that it's december and we ONLY JUST finished painting the downstairs rooms
or the fact that the flooring is still two weeks away
it's from the weather. it almost always triggers a migraine
'they' also say that we're not supposed to be getting much more than flurries tonight or tomorrow and that we might get showers on Wednesday, but my head tells me otherwise, and since i second guessed it this morning (and came out to a snow-covered car at 3) when i shouldn't have, i'm guessing we might get more than they're predicting.
still, it's not deep or sticky wet
or impairing the actual road conditions
(though it did almost destroy the ability of most of the other folks on the road to drive faster than 35 miles an hour - - except for those who had to drive 90)
and certainly not snowman quality
but it's pretty.
and i love pretty snow.
especially in december.
all of a sudden
in spite of the head
and the presentation
and the pitiful state of the house that would be home
i am almost feeling a hint of holiday spirit
stirring in my self
and wondering if it's too cold for stringing lights
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