I was doing laundry and I had Baby X sitting in the laundry basket. He was playing patiently while I finished up. Our Cat was munching his Meow mix on top of the laundry table happily swishing his tail over the edge. We put his bowl up there so he'd be safe from the dog while eating. Dog never wants to hurt the cat, he just thinks it's fun to sneak up on him and watch him jump 5 feet.
Swish, swish went his tail. Just enough to cath baby X's eye. I saw my little angel get a wicked little grin and hunker down. He looked a like cat stalking it's prey.
"Uh-oh Cat. Better move."
Cat looks at me with his bored 'I don't have time to speak to the likes of you' look.
Too late.
Yank.
'RRREEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRR!'
Crash!
Followed by my little angels hysterical laughing.
I don't think they're friends anymore.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
Temporary Hiatus
Did something funky to my arm. One-handed typing sucks. Be back when arm is better.
Friday, August 19, 2005
The great Mustard vs Ketchup battle of 1980-something
I'll admit it right up front. My siblings and I weren't the nice neighborhood kids. We were beasts unleashed from hell to wreak havoc on the neighborhood.
Have you ever seen that show Malcolm in the Middle? The writers must have been neighbors of ours. Neighbors who are being kind.
My dad and stepmom trusted alone in the house by the time I was 8 and the oldest of us was 14. They should have known better.
They loved to collect antiques. They had lots of antique tools hanging on the walls in the kitchen. Since this is where most food fights take place, it was probably not the most brilliant of moves.
One day my brothers got into an argument over which could shoot further from a bottle, ketchup or mustard. The only fair way to settle this was to try it out. We propped the bottles up a bit on the table with some of the fine irish linen my stepmom kept in one of the drawers. Then we broke out the measuring tape, and started firing away. They went pretty far, but let's face it, nothing works better than the packets. Especially when you pile about 7-10 of those suckers and hit them with a hammer.
I have no idea which went further. There were so many condiments flying around the kitchen no one could really tell. I can tell you 3 things.
*Relish doesn't go very far. Too heavy.
*Owners of neighborhood delis don't like it when you come in and take all of their condiment packets for your experiments.
and finally,
*Mustard and ketchup stains white walls and wooden antiques equally well.
Have you ever seen that show Malcolm in the Middle? The writers must have been neighbors of ours. Neighbors who are being kind.
My dad and stepmom trusted alone in the house by the time I was 8 and the oldest of us was 14. They should have known better.
They loved to collect antiques. They had lots of antique tools hanging on the walls in the kitchen. Since this is where most food fights take place, it was probably not the most brilliant of moves.
One day my brothers got into an argument over which could shoot further from a bottle, ketchup or mustard. The only fair way to settle this was to try it out. We propped the bottles up a bit on the table with some of the fine irish linen my stepmom kept in one of the drawers. Then we broke out the measuring tape, and started firing away. They went pretty far, but let's face it, nothing works better than the packets. Especially when you pile about 7-10 of those suckers and hit them with a hammer.
I have no idea which went further. There were so many condiments flying around the kitchen no one could really tell. I can tell you 3 things.
*Relish doesn't go very far. Too heavy.
*Owners of neighborhood delis don't like it when you come in and take all of their condiment packets for your experiments.
and finally,
*Mustard and ketchup stains white walls and wooden antiques equally well.
As if they needed further proof that we're crazy.........
This requires a bit of explanation so please bear with me.
Mr X has been growing hair these past few years where before, there wasn't any. Ex: the middle of his forhead. There is this random lone hair that keeps returning no matter how many times I pluck it while he's sleeping. Ok, go ahead and call me mean. I know I am. While I'm at it, I'll admit that I pluck chest hairs to get him to stop snoring. He knows it. It never fully wakes him, just makes him roll over. It works. Yes. I am very mean. That is a story for another day.
Today, it's all about the random hair.
Baby X has been getting those random hairs. No, I don't pluck them. He, like many newborns, had the furriest of elfin ears I'd ever seen. Thick black hair on the top of his ears. Eventually, it fell out.
Then there was the eyebrow. It was pale so really hard to see, but there it was. This one random hair that stuck straight out from the others. It was like a little exclamation point, "here I am! I'm adorable! Love me! Feed me!"
I loved that little hair. I couldn't bring myself to cut it even though I knew I should. It wasn't in his eye, yet, but it was pretty long.
For some reason, every time I'd pick up the scissors to do it, I couldn't. Baby X would look at me with those big blue eyes and smile and I had to put the scissors down.
The other night I noticed it was getting in his eye. Unfortunately, I couldn't put it off anymore. Mr X held his hands and I cut the little exclamation point.
Now the part where we're nuts..................
It's now taped into his baby book.
Someday he is going to open that book and wonder what we were thinking.
Mr X has been growing hair these past few years where before, there wasn't any. Ex: the middle of his forhead. There is this random lone hair that keeps returning no matter how many times I pluck it while he's sleeping. Ok, go ahead and call me mean. I know I am. While I'm at it, I'll admit that I pluck chest hairs to get him to stop snoring. He knows it. It never fully wakes him, just makes him roll over. It works. Yes. I am very mean. That is a story for another day.
Today, it's all about the random hair.
Baby X has been getting those random hairs. No, I don't pluck them. He, like many newborns, had the furriest of elfin ears I'd ever seen. Thick black hair on the top of his ears. Eventually, it fell out.
Then there was the eyebrow. It was pale so really hard to see, but there it was. This one random hair that stuck straight out from the others. It was like a little exclamation point, "here I am! I'm adorable! Love me! Feed me!"
I loved that little hair. I couldn't bring myself to cut it even though I knew I should. It wasn't in his eye, yet, but it was pretty long.
For some reason, every time I'd pick up the scissors to do it, I couldn't. Baby X would look at me with those big blue eyes and smile and I had to put the scissors down.
The other night I noticed it was getting in his eye. Unfortunately, I couldn't put it off anymore. Mr X held his hands and I cut the little exclamation point.
Now the part where we're nuts..................
It's now taped into his baby book.
Someday he is going to open that book and wonder what we were thinking.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
....not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
One of the most disgusting things about cat ownership is the occasional 'present' they leave you.
My old cat, Oscar, used to bring me field mice and leave them on my kitchen chair. There was also the one that he didn't kill right away. I came home from work one night to find him torturing the poor thing in my bath tub. It was 1 am and I had to lock Oscar in a room while I tried to catch this mouse with a pot and lid.
Today my anti-social, potty trained masochist cat brought me a mouse. Or at least what was left of it. I think it was a mouse. It was pretty nasty and rather hard to tell.
I need to find a way to stop him from doing this again. I'm not a terribly squeamish person, but ew. Ew. That's an image that is going to stay with me for way too long and will probably pop back up when we have dinner at my MIL's this weekend.
Ew.
My old cat, Oscar, used to bring me field mice and leave them on my kitchen chair. There was also the one that he didn't kill right away. I came home from work one night to find him torturing the poor thing in my bath tub. It was 1 am and I had to lock Oscar in a room while I tried to catch this mouse with a pot and lid.
Today my anti-social, potty trained masochist cat brought me a mouse. Or at least what was left of it. I think it was a mouse. It was pretty nasty and rather hard to tell.
I need to find a way to stop him from doing this again. I'm not a terribly squeamish person, but ew. Ew. That's an image that is going to stay with me for way too long and will probably pop back up when we have dinner at my MIL's this weekend.
Ew.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
When does a practical joke go to far?
I was reading another blog tonight, one that I recently found and really like. Funny guy. He was talking about some pranks he'd pulled years before. It made me think..... Is it possible to go to far with a prank?
Mr X and I are always joking around. I love messing with his head and he's a good sport about it. I've had our daughter help me out a few times. So far our favorite was last year. It took a bit of time, but the payoff was well worth it.
While he was at work, I pulled out all of his underwear and carefully sewed the seams together. Then I folded them back up and put them away.
I'm a light sleeper so I always wake up when he gets up for work. I'll never forget his reaction when, at 4:30 that morning, he tried to pull out a pair. He kept pulling until they were all out. Then he picked up one and started shaking it wildly. I pretended to be asleep as he shook it and mumbled. He finally got one of them seperate. Or so he thought. I lost it when he put them on and started to walk to the kitchen for his coffee; a trail of underwear following behind him.
He did get me back. We had a lone rat in our garage. Naturally, it was enough to ensure that I wouldn't be going anywhere near the garage while he dealt with the thing. 20 minutes later he came running in with a bloody finger. When I asked what happened, he told me that rat bit him and then got away. As I'm picturing rabies shots and wondering if it'd be possible to find the rodent, he was almost giddy watching me panic.
That one might have been almost too far, but here we take what every opportunity to poke fun at each other.
Mr X and I are always joking around. I love messing with his head and he's a good sport about it. I've had our daughter help me out a few times. So far our favorite was last year. It took a bit of time, but the payoff was well worth it.
While he was at work, I pulled out all of his underwear and carefully sewed the seams together. Then I folded them back up and put them away.
I'm a light sleeper so I always wake up when he gets up for work. I'll never forget his reaction when, at 4:30 that morning, he tried to pull out a pair. He kept pulling until they were all out. Then he picked up one and started shaking it wildly. I pretended to be asleep as he shook it and mumbled. He finally got one of them seperate. Or so he thought. I lost it when he put them on and started to walk to the kitchen for his coffee; a trail of underwear following behind him.
He did get me back. We had a lone rat in our garage. Naturally, it was enough to ensure that I wouldn't be going anywhere near the garage while he dealt with the thing. 20 minutes later he came running in with a bloody finger. When I asked what happened, he told me that rat bit him and then got away. As I'm picturing rabies shots and wondering if it'd be possible to find the rodent, he was almost giddy watching me panic.
That one might have been almost too far, but here we take what every opportunity to poke fun at each other.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
It's the Baracuda himself
I wanted a picture, he wanted my camera. We compromised. Er..... I compromised. I got a close-up and he got the strap.
Monday, August 15, 2005
Baracuda
My son has a new nickname. He's always been a chewy boy, but since his 2 lower teeth have come in, he has become the bite-and-run baby. Thankfully he doesn't do it while nursing. He doesn't want to lose his food. He seems to be mastering the art of the sneak attack.
Tonight I was putting him to bed. I thought he was asleep as I carried him back to his room. Then I felt this sharp little nip in my shoulder. When I pulled him back, he smiled at me. Little bugger.
He likes to do it when we're playing on the floor. He'll lean over as if he's going to pick up a toy and then quick bite my leg. Or he'll lean over as though he's getting tired then BAM! He bites my arm.
For months he's been grabbing my face and pulling me in for a 'kiss'. I come away with my face dripping wet, but I love it. Now, he bites. Not every time. He doesn't want me to know when it's coming. Just when he thinks I'm not expecting it.
He doesn't do this to Mr X or his sister, BC. Nope. For people, he only chews on me.
He does like to chew on his high chair though. And his crib.
Have you ever seen A Series of Unfortunate Events or read one of the books?
Baracuda reminds me of the little girl in those stories.
Tonight I was putting him to bed. I thought he was asleep as I carried him back to his room. Then I felt this sharp little nip in my shoulder. When I pulled him back, he smiled at me. Little bugger.
He likes to do it when we're playing on the floor. He'll lean over as if he's going to pick up a toy and then quick bite my leg. Or he'll lean over as though he's getting tired then BAM! He bites my arm.
For months he's been grabbing my face and pulling me in for a 'kiss'. I come away with my face dripping wet, but I love it. Now, he bites. Not every time. He doesn't want me to know when it's coming. Just when he thinks I'm not expecting it.
He doesn't do this to Mr X or his sister, BC. Nope. For people, he only chews on me.
He does like to chew on his high chair though. And his crib.
Have you ever seen A Series of Unfortunate Events or read one of the books?
Baracuda reminds me of the little girl in those stories.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Too much time leads to too much thinking
I haven't thought much about my mom in the almost 6 years since she died. Thinking about her always made me angry so I just avoided it. Don't get me wrong, I bawled like a baby in the first few weeks after she was gone. But then I had time to think. I thought about her and all that had really happened between us. All the times she wasn't there or had said something cruel. I thought about how she often favored my siblings and flat out ignored me. I thought about how she laughed at my views on parenting and did the exact opposite of what I wanted with my daughter, just for spite. I started wondering who it was I was mourning. Was it really my mom? Or was it what I wanted her to be? Or was it the fact that now I'd never get to tell her what I really thought of her?
She died in a freak accident very early one morning.
We had, at best, a difficult relationship. She viewed motherhood as a heavy shirt you wore when it suited you. None of her kids lived with her. When any one of us failed to live up to her high expectations, she became a martyr, complaining to her friends or husband #2-5 how horrible we were to her. While my siblings eventually met with her approval, I never did.
Now? I'm grateful that I don't.
Still, there were some good times. Watching movies in the dark with a big bowl of popcorn between us late into the night. The few times she let me help decorate Christmas cookies. That one time she called me out of the blue and asked me to dinner. Her tears of pure joy when she was in the delivery room for the birth of her granddaughter.
I realized today that as much as she frustrated me, I really do miss her. Unfortunately, thinking of her also means thinking of the way she died. It's still a bit of a mystery exactly what happened, but I pray it was fast. I hope that she didn't realize what was happening to her.
I don't know what things would be like if she was still here. Would I ever have had the guts to tell her how I felt? Would it have made a difference?
I'd like to think I would've forgiven her either way. I guess that's what I need to do now.
She died in a freak accident very early one morning.
We had, at best, a difficult relationship. She viewed motherhood as a heavy shirt you wore when it suited you. None of her kids lived with her. When any one of us failed to live up to her high expectations, she became a martyr, complaining to her friends or husband #2-5 how horrible we were to her. While my siblings eventually met with her approval, I never did.
Now? I'm grateful that I don't.
Still, there were some good times. Watching movies in the dark with a big bowl of popcorn between us late into the night. The few times she let me help decorate Christmas cookies. That one time she called me out of the blue and asked me to dinner. Her tears of pure joy when she was in the delivery room for the birth of her granddaughter.
I realized today that as much as she frustrated me, I really do miss her. Unfortunately, thinking of her also means thinking of the way she died. It's still a bit of a mystery exactly what happened, but I pray it was fast. I hope that she didn't realize what was happening to her.
I don't know what things would be like if she was still here. Would I ever have had the guts to tell her how I felt? Would it have made a difference?
I'd like to think I would've forgiven her either way. I guess that's what I need to do now.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
I am evil.
Mr X had a golf tournament last Friday. It was something through work he does every year. His work pays for it, he gets a free dinner and at the end of the night they have a raffle. Mr X has won something a couple of years in a row now.
So, Friday afternoon at the 8th hole. The other foreman is up to hit. Mr X sees one boss dive to the left, the other dive to the right. He looks up just in time to catch a nine iron to the face. Mr X is a pretty tough guy, not one to complain when he gets hurt unless it's bad. This knocked him flat on his butt. His gums were bruised, a little bloody. His face was swollen. He had a cut below his lip. I think he may have at least chipped his cheek bone.
He got up and was ready to continue golfing despite his boss telling him to go get checked. The other foreman felt awful, very apologetic. Mr X brushed it off as no big thing. No one else knew what had happened and they let it drop.
At the end of the night, they have the raffle. Naturally, Mr X wins something.
Want to guess what he won?
Come on, it's really not that hard....................
A nine iron.
I almost peed my pants I laughed so hard. That is why I'm evil.
I love irony.
So, Friday afternoon at the 8th hole. The other foreman is up to hit. Mr X sees one boss dive to the left, the other dive to the right. He looks up just in time to catch a nine iron to the face. Mr X is a pretty tough guy, not one to complain when he gets hurt unless it's bad. This knocked him flat on his butt. His gums were bruised, a little bloody. His face was swollen. He had a cut below his lip. I think he may have at least chipped his cheek bone.
He got up and was ready to continue golfing despite his boss telling him to go get checked. The other foreman felt awful, very apologetic. Mr X brushed it off as no big thing. No one else knew what had happened and they let it drop.
At the end of the night, they have the raffle. Naturally, Mr X wins something.
Want to guess what he won?
Come on, it's really not that hard....................
A nine iron.
I almost peed my pants I laughed so hard. That is why I'm evil.
I love irony.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Fart Humor
I don't know what it is about passing gas that makes my family laugh, but it never fails. We sit down to a lovely dinner, start talking about our days and then it happens. Something ripe and obnoxious fills the air and we play the blame game.
"That was Daddy!", "No way! It was the baby." "Quit blaming the baby, that was you."
And so on until someone finally owns up to it.
There was the time when our daughter was 4 and I caught her with her butt in my laundry bucket.
"What are you doing?"
"Farting."
"Why are you doing that in the bucket?"
And with a big grin she replies,
"It stinks real bad and I wanna' save it for Daddy."
But what can I expect?
She's the same girl who needed to know if fish fart. In case you were wondering, they do. A friend of mine looked it up while she was at work. Can you imagine explaining that one to your boss?
Today, she wanted to know who farts more. Girls or boys?
Even the baby gets in on it. You would think that something that small and adorable couldn't cause much damage right?
There have been many a time he's gassed me out of a room. Or actually had lift off from his seat because of the force. He always gets this little grin on his face before he toots. Not his full-on mega-watt toothy smile. Just a little they-have-no-idea-this-is-coming-and-I-hope-it's-a-good-one grin.
Now our daughter likes to toot on her Dad's pillow. I swear it wasn't me who taught her to do that. :)
I don't know what it is about passing gas that makes my family laugh, but it never fails. We sit down to a lovely dinner, start talking about our days and then it happens. Something ripe and obnoxious fills the air and we play the blame game.
"That was Daddy!", "No way! It was the baby." "Quit blaming the baby, that was you."
And so on until someone finally owns up to it.
There was the time when our daughter was 4 and I caught her with her butt in my laundry bucket.
"What are you doing?"
"Farting."
"Why are you doing that in the bucket?"
And with a big grin she replies,
"It stinks real bad and I wanna' save it for Daddy."
But what can I expect?
She's the same girl who needed to know if fish fart. In case you were wondering, they do. A friend of mine looked it up while she was at work. Can you imagine explaining that one to your boss?
Today, she wanted to know who farts more. Girls or boys?
Even the baby gets in on it. You would think that something that small and adorable couldn't cause much damage right?
There have been many a time he's gassed me out of a room. Or actually had lift off from his seat because of the force. He always gets this little grin on his face before he toots. Not his full-on mega-watt toothy smile. Just a little they-have-no-idea-this-is-coming-and-I-hope-it's-a-good-one grin.
Now our daughter likes to toot on her Dad's pillow. I swear it wasn't me who taught her to do that. :)
Friday, July 22, 2005
Ouch!!
It's been a busy week. Wednesday, I should've stayed in bed. I was to take the kids to a kid concert at a park with their cousins. After ruining my favorite shirt, finding that another of my shirts shrank, I finally threw my last clean t-shirt on only to spill juice all over it. I was screwed and I hadn't even left yet.
Map quest gave crappy directions that left me wondering over a field with the stroller and a cooler for our lunch. The kids had a great time at the concert even though we were 30 minutes late.
Things were starting to look up until the bees started bothering us. One kept landing on Baby Boy and I was worried he'd get stung. I tried one final time to shoo it away and got stung instead. Bugger got me on the palm of my hand up by my middle finger. My whole hand felt like it was on fire for hours afterwards. The swelling finally went away today and it just itches like mad!
Still, I had to somehow manage to cross that field with a stroller, a cooler, and one hand in an ice pack.
I should have stayed in bed.
Tonight Mr X lost his John Wayne fan club card. We were watching Jeopardy and he missed the final question. I told him they were coming to take his club card away and I think he said he will now have to get rid of that felt painting. I think it's just wishful thinking on my part.
Incidentally, it's still hiding in the closet. I turned it around so I'll no longer have to face John Wayne's pleading eyes. Please burn me! I'm on freakin' felt! For that is good and manly, burn this thing!
Thankfully Mr X has a wonderful sense of humor, if not good taste in art.
I've been following this story lately:
Texas Man Makes History He Receives a Kidney Transplant from a Texas Stranger
Found On MatchingDonors.com. This is the first surgery in Texas history where the both a Patient and Donor from Texas met on a commercial website.
Site Endorsed by Various Health Officials, Ethicists and Doctors across the Country
So far, things are going fairly well. I have placed a lot of hope in this working for him as I know that someday too soon, I could be sitting in that man's wife's seat. We know that Mr X will need a liver. He has Hepatitis B, got it as a child and never knew. We found out Christmas 2003. His Dr gave him maybe 10 years before he'd need a liver then. That time is already moving too quickly.
I find myself looking closely to see if he's at all yellow. I know that his best hope will be with a living donor. Someone who thinks that perhaps his life is worth saving. I try not to think about it too much though. I can't imagine my life without him. He's my partner in crime. When that moment comes, I want to have these happier days to fall back on for support.
I also got this e-mail last night (names changed to protect the stupid):
My name is Scott @@@@@@@ Internet Sales Manager at Hyundai of @@@@@@.You may have worked with Ray @@@@ in the past. Ray was in my deptment and has choose to seek a new line of work. I would like you to know that there will beno changes in the quotes that you may have gotten from Ray. In fact I may be able to in most case sweeten thing up a bit. Please feel free to contact me for any of your needs. If you have boughten a car from Ray I would like to let you know that I would be happy to aid you in any contact that you may need at this dealership. My goal in the Internet Sale has always been to make it a team effort. Please stop in at anytime so that we can take time to meet and look over you auto needs. Once again thank you for your interest and business at Hyundai of @@@@@. I know that I met alot of Rays customers whenthey were here so the change should be very easy. I'm still always here to help as before.Come on in the coffee's always hot and I'll save you time and money like always.
To me, this screams unprofessional. I may not always be the best speller, and often I think faster than I can type so I mess words up, but that's what spell-check is for. For the record, we 'boughten' our car from a different dealer 4 months ago because this dealer lied to us.
Then tonight, another e-mail.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST IN THE Hyundai .ONCE AGAIN WE HAVE MORE CARS THEN OUR RETAIL OR STORAGE LOTS WILL HOLD. IF YOU HAVE THE TIME THIS WEEKEND TO WADE THROUGHHUNDREDS OF NEW HYUNDAI'S TO FIND THE PERFECT CAR FOR YOU I'LLPAY YOU TO TAKE IT. BY THAT I MEAN THAT I NEED TO MOVE CARS NOW.I WILL DISCOUNT ALL THE INTERNET CARS TO ATLEAST $495 BELOW DEALERINVOICE PLUS YOU KEEP ALL THE REBATES FOR SUMMER FUN OR USE IT AS YOUR DOWN PAYMENT. THIS INCLUDES THE ALL NEW 2006 HYUNDAI SONATA'S. BRING ME ALL OFFERSTO GET THIS SPECIAL INTERNET OFFER JUST CALL ME OR E-MAIL ME AND LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU ARE COMING IN. YOU MUST SEE ME FIRST SO THAT I CAN SIGN YOU UP FOR THE SPECIAL OFFER. PLEASE BRING IN THIS LETTER AND THE INTERNETDEPT. WILL SAVE YOU A TON OF DOE. THIS OFFER IS FOR IN STOCK OR INCOMINGREGULAR STOCK CARS ONLY. DEALER TRADES WILL BE MADE IF I CAN NOT FIND YOU THE PERFECT CAR IN STOCK OR INCOME. AND THE COST OF THOSE TRADES WILL BE PASSED ON TO YOU IF IT IS A OUT OF THE AREA TRADE. I WILL FIND YOU THE VERY BEST HYUNDAI OF @@@@@ REP. TO HELP YOU IF I CAN NOT HELP YOU IN PERSON. SO SEE ME FIRST SO I CAN SET YOU UP TO GET THE VERY SPECIAL OFFER FOR THIS WEEKEND. DON'T PAY RETAIL THIS WEEKEND ANYWHERE. BRING ME ALL OFFERSBRING ME ALL OFFERS, I'M HERE TO MOVE CARS AND SHOW YOU THE SERVICE THAT WILL BRING YOU BACK TIME AFTER TIME. WE BECAME NUMBER ONE THROUGH HARDWORK, AND ALWAYS DOING THE RIGHT THING FOR OUR CUSTOMERS. WHERE OTHER DEALERS BUSINESS IS DOWN OURS IS UP 40 %. WHY ITS ALL THE REPEAT AND REFERALS FROM OUR CUSTOMERS AND THERE FAMILYS. COME BE PART OF THE HYUNDAI OF @@@@@ FAMILY. I'LL SAVE YOU TIME AND MONEY WHILE MAKING THIS THE BEST CAR BUYING TIME OF YOUR LIFE. BRING ME ALL OFFERS Scott
No it didn't format funny. That's really how it arrived in my inbox. Although, I must admit, I'm a little curious about how he's going to save me a lot of 'doe'.
LMAO, I just ran spell check for my entry and it went nuts trying to get through those e-mails. :P
It's been a busy week. Wednesday, I should've stayed in bed. I was to take the kids to a kid concert at a park with their cousins. After ruining my favorite shirt, finding that another of my shirts shrank, I finally threw my last clean t-shirt on only to spill juice all over it. I was screwed and I hadn't even left yet.
Map quest gave crappy directions that left me wondering over a field with the stroller and a cooler for our lunch. The kids had a great time at the concert even though we were 30 minutes late.
Things were starting to look up until the bees started bothering us. One kept landing on Baby Boy and I was worried he'd get stung. I tried one final time to shoo it away and got stung instead. Bugger got me on the palm of my hand up by my middle finger. My whole hand felt like it was on fire for hours afterwards. The swelling finally went away today and it just itches like mad!
Still, I had to somehow manage to cross that field with a stroller, a cooler, and one hand in an ice pack.
I should have stayed in bed.
Tonight Mr X lost his John Wayne fan club card. We were watching Jeopardy and he missed the final question. I told him they were coming to take his club card away and I think he said he will now have to get rid of that felt painting. I think it's just wishful thinking on my part.
Incidentally, it's still hiding in the closet. I turned it around so I'll no longer have to face John Wayne's pleading eyes. Please burn me! I'm on freakin' felt! For that is good and manly, burn this thing!
Thankfully Mr X has a wonderful sense of humor, if not good taste in art.
I've been following this story lately:
Texas Man Makes History He Receives a Kidney Transplant from a Texas Stranger
Found On MatchingDonors.com. This is the first surgery in Texas history where the both a Patient and Donor from Texas met on a commercial website.
Site Endorsed by Various Health Officials, Ethicists and Doctors across the Country
So far, things are going fairly well. I have placed a lot of hope in this working for him as I know that someday too soon, I could be sitting in that man's wife's seat. We know that Mr X will need a liver. He has Hepatitis B, got it as a child and never knew. We found out Christmas 2003. His Dr gave him maybe 10 years before he'd need a liver then. That time is already moving too quickly.
I find myself looking closely to see if he's at all yellow. I know that his best hope will be with a living donor. Someone who thinks that perhaps his life is worth saving. I try not to think about it too much though. I can't imagine my life without him. He's my partner in crime. When that moment comes, I want to have these happier days to fall back on for support.
I also got this e-mail last night (names changed to protect the stupid):
My name is Scott @@@@@@@ Internet Sales Manager at Hyundai of @@@@@@.You may have worked with Ray @@@@ in the past. Ray was in my deptment and has choose to seek a new line of work. I would like you to know that there will beno changes in the quotes that you may have gotten from Ray. In fact I may be able to in most case sweeten thing up a bit. Please feel free to contact me for any of your needs. If you have boughten a car from Ray I would like to let you know that I would be happy to aid you in any contact that you may need at this dealership. My goal in the Internet Sale has always been to make it a team effort. Please stop in at anytime so that we can take time to meet and look over you auto needs. Once again thank you for your interest and business at Hyundai of @@@@@. I know that I met alot of Rays customers whenthey were here so the change should be very easy. I'm still always here to help as before.Come on in the coffee's always hot and I'll save you time and money like always.
To me, this screams unprofessional. I may not always be the best speller, and often I think faster than I can type so I mess words up, but that's what spell-check is for. For the record, we 'boughten' our car from a different dealer 4 months ago because this dealer lied to us.
Then tonight, another e-mail.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST IN THE Hyundai .ONCE AGAIN WE HAVE MORE CARS THEN OUR RETAIL OR STORAGE LOTS WILL HOLD. IF YOU HAVE THE TIME THIS WEEKEND TO WADE THROUGHHUNDREDS OF NEW HYUNDAI'S TO FIND THE PERFECT CAR FOR YOU I'LLPAY YOU TO TAKE IT. BY THAT I MEAN THAT I NEED TO MOVE CARS NOW.I WILL DISCOUNT ALL THE INTERNET CARS TO ATLEAST $495 BELOW DEALERINVOICE PLUS YOU KEEP ALL THE REBATES FOR SUMMER FUN OR USE IT AS YOUR DOWN PAYMENT. THIS INCLUDES THE ALL NEW 2006 HYUNDAI SONATA'S. BRING ME ALL OFFERSTO GET THIS SPECIAL INTERNET OFFER JUST CALL ME OR E-MAIL ME AND LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU ARE COMING IN. YOU MUST SEE ME FIRST SO THAT I CAN SIGN YOU UP FOR THE SPECIAL OFFER. PLEASE BRING IN THIS LETTER AND THE INTERNETDEPT. WILL SAVE YOU A TON OF DOE. THIS OFFER IS FOR IN STOCK OR INCOMINGREGULAR STOCK CARS ONLY. DEALER TRADES WILL BE MADE IF I CAN NOT FIND YOU THE PERFECT CAR IN STOCK OR INCOME. AND THE COST OF THOSE TRADES WILL BE PASSED ON TO YOU IF IT IS A OUT OF THE AREA TRADE. I WILL FIND YOU THE VERY BEST HYUNDAI OF @@@@@ REP. TO HELP YOU IF I CAN NOT HELP YOU IN PERSON. SO SEE ME FIRST SO I CAN SET YOU UP TO GET THE VERY SPECIAL OFFER FOR THIS WEEKEND. DON'T PAY RETAIL THIS WEEKEND ANYWHERE. BRING ME ALL OFFERSBRING ME ALL OFFERS, I'M HERE TO MOVE CARS AND SHOW YOU THE SERVICE THAT WILL BRING YOU BACK TIME AFTER TIME. WE BECAME NUMBER ONE THROUGH HARDWORK, AND ALWAYS DOING THE RIGHT THING FOR OUR CUSTOMERS. WHERE OTHER DEALERS BUSINESS IS DOWN OURS IS UP 40 %. WHY ITS ALL THE REPEAT AND REFERALS FROM OUR CUSTOMERS AND THERE FAMILYS. COME BE PART OF THE HYUNDAI OF @@@@@ FAMILY. I'LL SAVE YOU TIME AND MONEY WHILE MAKING THIS THE BEST CAR BUYING TIME OF YOUR LIFE. BRING ME ALL OFFERS Scott
No it didn't format funny. That's really how it arrived in my inbox. Although, I must admit, I'm a little curious about how he's going to save me a lot of 'doe'.
LMAO, I just ran spell check for my entry and it went nuts trying to get through those e-mails. :P
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Where did my rampage go?
We had a recall on our brand new vehicle. I call the dealership to arrange a time to come in and have it fixed and they inform me that they won't have the part to fix it until the end of August because it's back ordered. She says this so nicely as I'm staring at a piece of paper that says the malfunctioning part can cause an accident. I'm imformed that my best bet is to call their consumer assistance number and complain.
Of course I do.
This is where I had a little run around with Felicia. Felica told me, and I quote, "That part isn't back ordered, it's back-ordered from Korea."
And there's a difference? I ask her to explain and she can't.
She tells me that I can have the dealership at least check to see if they are bad. Then what if they are bad? What am I going to do then? Felicia had no answer to that so I called the dealership back.
I was told that once the bearings are taken off, they can't put them back on and they can't give me a replacement vehicle until they can fix my van.
So I plead. After having been transferred through 4 different departments and talking to 5 different people about this, my head is ready to implode.
I took a page from my stepmom instead and told her I have 2 kids and I need a safe vehicle and asked if there was anything she could to help me.
Today my van is all better. They 'found' a part somewhere. I can go back to being completely oblivious when it comes to all things automotive.
I did get a new favorite saying courtesy of a dear friend:
Some people are like Slinkies. They're really good for nothing. But they bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.
We've been home from vacation for 10 days now and still not a peep from MIL. We were over at her house on Sunday, but she never showed up so we left. Their house makes me cry. I'm not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination, but everytime I step in that front door all I can think about is how I want to clean it. I think she's been on a buying binge again. She buys clothes for the kids thinking how great the sale was- and it really is- but the kids won't be able to wear the clothes for another 5 years or so. At least she's happy.
Baby X called me 'mama' yesterday. I melted. Then when I put him to bed, he started fussing a little and he used 'mama' in this pathetic weepy voice. I thought I was never going to be able to walk away from that door! He was asleep in less than a minute but I still felt like crying. Stupid, I know.
We had a recall on our brand new vehicle. I call the dealership to arrange a time to come in and have it fixed and they inform me that they won't have the part to fix it until the end of August because it's back ordered. She says this so nicely as I'm staring at a piece of paper that says the malfunctioning part can cause an accident. I'm imformed that my best bet is to call their consumer assistance number and complain.
Of course I do.
This is where I had a little run around with Felicia. Felica told me, and I quote, "That part isn't back ordered, it's back-ordered from Korea."
And there's a difference? I ask her to explain and she can't.
She tells me that I can have the dealership at least check to see if they are bad. Then what if they are bad? What am I going to do then? Felicia had no answer to that so I called the dealership back.
I was told that once the bearings are taken off, they can't put them back on and they can't give me a replacement vehicle until they can fix my van.
So I plead. After having been transferred through 4 different departments and talking to 5 different people about this, my head is ready to implode.
I took a page from my stepmom instead and told her I have 2 kids and I need a safe vehicle and asked if there was anything she could to help me.
Today my van is all better. They 'found' a part somewhere. I can go back to being completely oblivious when it comes to all things automotive.
I did get a new favorite saying courtesy of a dear friend:
Some people are like Slinkies. They're really good for nothing. But they bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.
We've been home from vacation for 10 days now and still not a peep from MIL. We were over at her house on Sunday, but she never showed up so we left. Their house makes me cry. I'm not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination, but everytime I step in that front door all I can think about is how I want to clean it. I think she's been on a buying binge again. She buys clothes for the kids thinking how great the sale was- and it really is- but the kids won't be able to wear the clothes for another 5 years or so. At least she's happy.
Baby X called me 'mama' yesterday. I melted. Then when I put him to bed, he started fussing a little and he used 'mama' in this pathetic weepy voice. I thought I was never going to be able to walk away from that door! He was asleep in less than a minute but I still felt like crying. Stupid, I know.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Today I bought Baby Signs. I hope that it works. I somehow doubt that he'll be able to sign his reason for constantly trying to eat my face but maybe someday he'll be able to sign that he wants apples or bananas.
Even more I hope that it doesn't end up on my bookshelf collecting dust next to my editions of Learning Cherokee and Gardening for Dummies.
My Mother-in-Law is amazing at gardening. She can make anything grow. Unfortunately for her neighbors, she does her growing in her front yard. It looks like a jungle and when they start to decay, the smell can be overwhelming.
Back to baby signs......
I can't wait to get started! I wonder if I can get Mr X to try it too. Maybe if I show him what he's supposed to do.
I'm still searching for a picture of that awful painting from the previous post. I know it's on my computer somewhere. Meanwhile, I'm devising ways of accidentally destroying it.
Even more I hope that it doesn't end up on my bookshelf collecting dust next to my editions of Learning Cherokee and Gardening for Dummies.
My Mother-in-Law is amazing at gardening. She can make anything grow. Unfortunately for her neighbors, she does her growing in her front yard. It looks like a jungle and when they start to decay, the smell can be overwhelming.
Back to baby signs......
I can't wait to get started! I wonder if I can get Mr X to try it too. Maybe if I show him what he's supposed to do.
I'm still searching for a picture of that awful painting from the previous post. I know it's on my computer somewhere. Meanwhile, I'm devising ways of accidentally destroying it.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
So what would you like to know? That is the point of these things right? To vent, to tell all. It seems like writing in a diary knowing that your little brother is going to sneak in later and read it all. I guess I'll start with the basics.
I've been married for 3 years. We have 2 kids, one is 7 the other is under a year old. I have an over grown lapdog and masochist cat. I have a great extended family. My Mother-in-law is, what's a nice way to put it........ slightly less than sane. But I've actually grown to love her quirkiness. She's this little Asian lady with a loud voice. I have a hunch you'll be hearing quite a bit about her.
Today I'd like to discuss John Wayne. Or more specifically the ugly felt John Wayne painting that is in my guest bedroom closet. Mr X bought this thing about a year ago. I think at one of those police auction sites. If there is a law against bad taste, I bet that the previous owner of this painting is in for a very long time. For a few months it sat in our living room while Mr X made vague threats to hang it. Somewhere. My idea of somewhere was by the curb on trash day but I was vetoed.
Then one day it disappeared and I thought that perhaps the good taste fairy had at last smacked my dear Mr X into tossing it.
Then I went to put some sheets away in the closet and there it was staring at me.
Poor John Wayne is up there somewhere begging someone to please just shoot the thing and put it out of our misery. It's not even a nice picture of John Wayne.
Did I mention it's felt?
Yeah. Felt.
I closed the closet door and just pretended I didn't see it. I even started to forget about it after awhile. I refused to look down anytime I had to open that closet door. I was hoping that by some miracle Mr X would have forgotten that it was there too.
No such luck.
He has once again begun making threats to hang it "somewhere".
I wonder if there's a place ugly paintings go to die?
I've been married for 3 years. We have 2 kids, one is 7 the other is under a year old. I have an over grown lapdog and masochist cat. I have a great extended family. My Mother-in-law is, what's a nice way to put it........ slightly less than sane. But I've actually grown to love her quirkiness. She's this little Asian lady with a loud voice. I have a hunch you'll be hearing quite a bit about her.
Today I'd like to discuss John Wayne. Or more specifically the ugly felt John Wayne painting that is in my guest bedroom closet. Mr X bought this thing about a year ago. I think at one of those police auction sites. If there is a law against bad taste, I bet that the previous owner of this painting is in for a very long time. For a few months it sat in our living room while Mr X made vague threats to hang it. Somewhere. My idea of somewhere was by the curb on trash day but I was vetoed.
Then one day it disappeared and I thought that perhaps the good taste fairy had at last smacked my dear Mr X into tossing it.
Then I went to put some sheets away in the closet and there it was staring at me.
Poor John Wayne is up there somewhere begging someone to please just shoot the thing and put it out of our misery. It's not even a nice picture of John Wayne.
Did I mention it's felt?
Yeah. Felt.
I closed the closet door and just pretended I didn't see it. I even started to forget about it after awhile. I refused to look down anytime I had to open that closet door. I was hoping that by some miracle Mr X would have forgotten that it was there too.
No such luck.
He has once again begun making threats to hang it "somewhere".
I wonder if there's a place ugly paintings go to die?
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