Saturday, May 31, 2008
The second and I mean the SECOND someone mentions the word "tornado", I freak. I have no idea why - I have never experienced one, never been around one and I am fascinated with watching all the tornado specials on the Weather Channel. The first time I ever even heard the word or saw one, was while watching the Wizard of Oz (a favorite movie of mine, to be sure) and maybe, at such a young age, it just set in motion a lifetime fear of them. Unfortunately, I have passed along that fear - not intentionally, mind you - to my oldest daughter. As soon as the skies turn dark, she suddenly decides that she CANNOT leave my side no matter what. It turns her into a weepy, scared child. I think that if she could have crawled back into my uterus today, she would have. Of course, she would have been joined by two very big dogs who feel that when it starts to thunder and rain, they must stay on TOP of mommy's feet or hide between her legs while she's walking in order to gain a little protection from the big bad storm. And when I happen to stop walking, they both flop right on top of my feet, legs, or whatever body part happens to be closest. Did I mention they were big dogs?
I feel bad that I have passed this irrational fear onto Liv, because her dad is fascinated with the weather and nothing gets to him! We always check with Brian when we want a weather update - he should have been a weatherman. Maybe as she grows up, the fear will go away, I don't know. Sydney doesn't seem very affected by it. I'm trying not to show my panic when the sky turns dark and green and yellow and menacing and the television starts beeping incessantly "WARNING! WARNING!" And really, this is not a place that is known for it tornadoes, so what am I scared of?
It's starting to hail a little bit now, so I am going to sign off before I hear Helen Hunt's voice yelling "Cow! We have cows!" at which point I will retire to the basement to wait out the rest of this miserable day......
Stay safe my friends.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Anyway, Brian told me about a place to get cantilevered umbrellas, so mom and I hopped in the car and off we went! They were EXTREMELY cheap (which I'm sure means that they won't last very long) so I got two! They are about 9 1/2 feet wide - nice and big! As you can see, we have a very big deck that gets lots of afternoon sun...
(Liv - chiling on the deck)
And we need to get a little table and chairs for here. I'm still looking...
Let me know what you think - I wasn't sure about the rust color, but I really like the way it complements the brick and terra cotta planters.
And I noticed that there was something very important missing from this blog - you have seen numerous pictures of my girls, but none of my boys!
The boys playing on the deck - Chauncey and Baxter....
Brian's boy, Chauncey aka "The protector of all he surveys" Don't even try to get near me or the girls, unless he know you. He even gets upset with Brian when we joke around if he thinks Brian is threatening me! He's the greatest watchdog in the world. I fully believe he would lay down his life for Brian, me or either of the girls. He's very protective of them...
And this is my boy - my Baxter... He's not so very protective - he's a big lump of love who gives me a smile as soon as I walk through the door. He's just got a gentle soul and there are not enough words to describe how sweet and loving he is...
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Not us!! Here's what we are doing....
POWERWASHING!! Which is fun...for about the first 100 square feet....then, not so much. We started at 10:30 this morning.....
By 1:00 I was fried....Damn Irish, German fair skin.....
The rails are done, inside and outside.....and Brian is now finishing the lower level of the deck. We have A LOT more to do....and then we have to seal it. I'll post more tonight when we (hopefully) have the the whole thing power washed!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
First Sydney on Saturday (sorry about the dark picture...no flash allowed and I haven't used a manual camera in so long now that I have my Rebel! Completely forgot how to change my shutter speed and ISO!)
After Sydney's recital we had a late birthday party for Sydney at the house. Lots of good food, lots of good friends, lots of kids running around like Banshees, and lots of sitting outside on the deck, talking, laughing, drinking beer and generally having a great time. I have the greatest friends in the world!
And then Olivia on Sunday......she's front and center...and dad changed my camera settings, so this one looks a little better! Thanks Dad!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
This is her costume for one of her dances - it's tap (which she's not too fond of....) but she was FABULOUS! It's always amazing to me to see her up there dancing - I know she's been in dance for 5 years, but I'm just blown away to think MY DAUGHTER can dance like that! She's a beautiful dancer! And just look at this gorgeous face....
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Tell me if you've heard this one....
Seriously though, each of the above represents someone I had to deal with in the past 48 hours. Let's start with the Professor.
So, you all (meaning the two of you who actually read this) know how I have been anxiously awaiting my grade for my second class this semester. I should preface this by saying that my class was the first and only class he had taught at JHU, and he was probably the most unpopular professor in the history of the school. Nice enough guy, but horrible teacher. I won't go into all of the details, but suffice it to say that the rumor is, he will not be teaching any more classes at the school. So, having received not only my final exam grade but also my final semester grade in my finance class and nothing from this professor - let's call him "Bow-tie" - I e-mailed him Sunday night (and yes, these are actual e-mails and responses):
Can you please send my final exam back to me if I send you a self addressed stamped envelope? I like to obsess over the answers I got wrong and beat myself up about it until my husband gets tired of listenin to me berate myself and pours me several cocktails. Crazy, I know, but it works for us =)
Liquor is quicker. Don't obsess too much.
Two days later I get this message:
A very good job. Overachievement, or achievement? Either way, very good.
So then I realize that I have completely miscalculated my grade and even though I bombed the midterm I have an 89.2 (or thereabouts, depending upon my class participation grade, which I gave myself about 80% on to be conservative) and can still pull an A and walk away with a 4.0 for this semester if he gives me just a little more credit for my class participation. Then I get my final grade.
WTF? A B+???? It's worse than a "B" because it means I was this close. At least with a B I would have known I wasn't even close to the Nirvana that is an "A". You couldn't have pulled one more measly little point out of your ass and given me an "A"? B+ is like saying "Oh my, well if you had only tried a LITTLE bit harder I could have given you an "A", but alas, you suck, so here's a B+".
I'm off to a great start.
Who says she has Strep. And a nasty ear infection, with a ruptured ear drum. Which the doctor wants to consult with another doctor about before we leave. Say it with me now, "Lovely". We get antibiotics for the Strep, antibiotic ear drops for the ear, a follow up appointment for Olivia on Monday and an appointment later in the day for Sydney and I to get strep tests. Oh, and did I mention that dress rehearsals are this week and the recital is this weekend? Right. Get my children on meds NOW. So, Sydney and I come back with a negative Strep, but we still get antibiotics and they send our tests out to be cultured. I am typically against any sort of antibiotics unless it's a proven fact that they are needed (Stop taking those antibiotics for a cold, people - you're creating super bugs! It's not helping you to take them so suck it up and take some aspirin! ) Sydney and I will not start our meds unless the cultures come back positive.
At 5:00 last night Olivia starts throwing up - not from the meds - she hadn't had a dose yet (pharmacy snafu - don't ask!) She didn't stop until almost 5 this morning - you could have set your watch to her. Every hour on the hour. She slept on one couch downstairs and I slept on the other. My reasoning was:
Well, let me rephrase number 4 - I was apparently VERY comfortable because I fell into a coma after her tenth trip to the bathroom. I believe I remember hearing her jump up at about 4 o'clock a.m., grab her bucket, run to the bathroom and retch, run some cold water over a fresh washcloth to wipe her face and then trot back out to the couch. Being the good mommy I am, I reminded her that her bucket was still in the bathroom.
Move over Dinah Lohan - I'm a'nipping at your heels for Mother of the Year.
- Parking Deck Attendant
9 to 6 $1.00 for the first hour
$ .75 each hour thereafter
After six $1.00 - exact change only
As a native Fredericktonian who used to frequent the bars downtown - frequently - I smiled at all the old memories of parking in the deck, perusing the entertainment downtown as we went from bar to bar to bar, then stumbling back to our cars at 2:00 in the morning at which point everyone would frantically search for the dollar we knew we had saved to "get out of the deck". It's been $1.00 to get out of the deck on evenings and weekends since I was a an innocent wee lass of 21 - some five ...no ten ....well, um, it's been that way for a lot of years OK?
Sydney has her dress rehearsal and she is FANTASTIC. The kid should be in pictures. She could have performed the dance by herself - kicked all those other kids who were crying and "scared" off the stage and shown them how it's done - while I stand in the back of the theater screaming "Sing out Rose Louise!" - no wait - that's Gypsy...anyway - she was great.
At which point parking lot attendant lady just about comes through the glass, spit flying saying "I need your ticket! I don't know why all you peoples (yes, "peoples") keep a'thinking it's only a dollar to get out this deck after 6:00".
When I got over the shock of her CLEARLY unfounded tirade at me and picked my jaw back up I said politely "B-B-B-because that's what the sign says?" (I was scared!)
At which point her head spins completely around and she launches into Tirade #2 with "That's only if you come in after 6:00. You gotta pay what your ticket says".
OK, now I'm getting a little pissed. If all us "peoples" read the sign the same way, then don't you think perhaps its an issue with THE SIGN??????
And my husband is still on speaker phone in the car,which comes through my stereo speakers - great for hands free driving, bad for situations where not only can he hear what's going on in and around my car, but she can also hear every...word...he says... And he's not really "tactful", my Brian, God love'm. I was terrified he would blurt out "Who is THAT bitch? Tell her to get a real job and shut the hell up". Thankfully he didn't, but at this point I want to get out of there before he says something that will get me beaten up.
So I politely say through gritted teeth as I hand her my ticket and three dollars (which is all I have on me) "Well then the sign isn't really that clear. Here you go."
She Barks "Well, I am not HERE to ARGUE with YOU!"
"Really?" I say, "Because you are." Big Smile.
At which point she hands me my change, and I drive away. As I get to the stop light, I look down at the money she's unceremoniously shoved back into my outstretched hand. And guess how much it cost me to park in the deck and be subjected to that?
A dollar. Go figure.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
That's my mom and Dad, Olivia, Sydney and Brian and I. Note to Bunkabee- this is where we were when you called last night and the reason you couldn't get in touch with the parental units or us. I took more pictures when we got home, but I haven't gotten them off of my camera yet. I'll download them tonight and post them...
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
In honor of my little flirt (she's been kissing boys in school and taking her clothes off on the bus...God Help Me...) here are some pictures of my baby over the years.
Notice the tears? She fell over and bumped her head about two minutes before this picture - she was six months old....
Here she is at about 18 months old.
Her first Dance Recital 2007....
The first day of Pre-K - waiting for the bus. My how she's grown. Isn't she gorgeous? And so grown up! I'm going to cry now.....
That line is from the original Willy Wonka movie..not the one with Johnny Depp. The newscaster said it when that last Golden Ticket was "found" (but later turned out to be a fake....
Those words were ringing in my head as I wrote my last sentence in my last final exam for this semester. Can I just say ....YAY!! I feel a bit better about these exams than the last ones. I feel like I knew a little bit more about what to expect this time. I hope I'm right! After class all of my classmates went to an Irish Pub for a few drinks. It was wonderful being able to interact with them on a social basis. The people I go to school with a great and I'm glad that I will be spending the next two years of my life with very cool people. Of course, the talk - as much as we tried not to - inevitably turned to business, but that's what it's all about right?
And now, I can begin my four week break - filled with three dress rehearsals, two recitals, a birthday, a birthday party, Mother's Day, Memorial Day and the plethora of projects I have planned...But I won't have to study - How wonderful is that?????