When did this happen? We were out to dinner with friends last night. Our friend asked if we were already forgetting things about when Ben was small. Ted forgets everything (he knows it) already so his answer was an obvious, … Continue reading
The house was packed, the schedule was packed. I cried, I laughed, and then I cried some more. Here’s the recap:
- Four men stood around scratching their heads, gesturing and pointing, and putting tape on the floor.
- We go on a covert, undercover, highly classified, with real fake back story and all, neighborhood real estate snooping campaign to determine just what that PVC pipe is for, anyway? Tub drain, maybe?
- There was much hammering, noise, and sawdust from the garage and basement.
- Fischer-dwag locked himself in the bathroom and said he wasn’t coming out. Ev.Er. And to please shove biscuits under the door.
- Canned a whole mess of dilly beans.
- I made a killer sausage and cheese pizza. Got a “10” from the judges.
- The dog ate the crumbs and temporarily forgave us for all the hammering, sawing, and banging.
- I made friends with a bunny named “Brad”, a pig, and a goat at the Boulder County Fair, and admired prize winning tomatoes and baked goods, which I’m sure looked the part on TUESDAY, but by Saturday night were sprouting green and blue mold and attracting flies. (Photos to come.)
- 48.12 miles. 4,466 feet in elevation. 3.307 calories. $1.00 for a Coke in Ward. Saying I’d do it again in 2 weeks = priceless. And I was complaining about last weekend? At least last weekend I could stop and catch my breath. This time, no stopping. If you stop on a bike on a steep hill, you tip over. Very embarrassing and painful.
- More banging, hammering, and this time with a sledgehammer (thanks neighbor John for advice and sledgehammer with which to use it!).
- Fischer locks himself in the bathroom but forgets I have thumbs and can open the door and come in and comfort him with biscuits.
- 10 feet of 4″ aluminum duct. 20 outlet boxes. 1 vanity. 1 bathtub. a fan. 10 can lights. 100 feet of electrical wire. only 2 hours in Home Depot = amazing.
- Left my Italian heritage at the door and made this. Sour cream in pasta and calling it lasagna?I know. But I tell you, it was good.
- Fell off the counter and step stool, dropping a pile of plates, probably poisoning my family with ceramic shards, and banging a nice goose egg bruise in my right shin. Note to self: Get a bigger step stool or ask for help with those top shelf items.
- Oh yeah, and some walls were built. But, honestly, I had next to nothing to do with that. (Photos to come.)
Waffle posted her secular confessional today. I thought it was brave. I though, “I could do that, but what if my mother reads it?” Because I’m a complete wimp, you see. But, bolstered by Waffle’s confidence (or apathy, hard to tell sometimes), I’ve decided to play along. You can too, unless, of course, you were a complete angel this Christmas, in which case 1) I don’t believe you, and 2) F-off.
1. I shamelessly re-gifted two pieces of jewelry. I gave my mother the heart-shaped earings with (real!) diamonds given to me by my wasband’s father as a wedding gift (of sorts). I don’t do heart-shaped adornments and had never worn them. I also gave my sister a “K” charm given to me by wasband’s mother, same occasion. “K” was for my old last name, and is also for my sister’s name, so there you go.
2. I was rude to my sister. A. Lot. My parents were very disappointed. I am sorry for how I acted. But only a little. She has been completely difficult of late and I just didn’t feel at all like cooperating and being nice. I’m over it though. Hopefully she is too and we can move on. Being disagreeable and fighting with her is exhausting and never gets anyone anywhere.
3. I didn’t take the time to wrap presents for T. The things I got him were unplanned and spur of the moment. I had thought I would be different, taking time and finding the perfect, heartfelt item. But no. He does like his gifts and, karma being what it is, didn’t wrap mine either. And I didn’t care.
4. After going on and on about how I wanted a “gift-free” holiday this year, I was ridiculously happy with the gifts I received, even going so far as to internally reconsider my former staunchness on this issue. I admit it. I liked getting things. Especially when those things were beautiful house decor, scarves, and a wee, itty, bitty computer. The confession, then, is not so much that I liked it, because that’s obvious and rather “duh”, I mean, everyone likes getting presents, but more that I was an ass about not getting gifts, before hand. I need to just relax about it all.
5. I took advantage of my wonderful, sweet, fantastic dog boarder, dropping him off after hours, and rather last minute (realizing only the night before that we’d be leaving at like 4 a.m. and she really wouldn’t be open then). Also, he was suffering from a nasty intestinal bug. Totally contagious. To dogs AND humans. Yeah. Gross. She wasn’t psyched. I brought her jams as a thank you gift. Does that help? Hmm. Jams vs. contagious intestinal parasite? Right. Probably not. I thought I was more organized than that–pulling a last minute drop off like that. And a better dog owner–I won’t even get into how he contracted this bug…well, okay, I’ll tell you. Coprophagy. Look it up if you don’t know.
Humph. I was reluctant, but that was pretty easy. And I feel much better now.
Note to self: Use the internet for confessions of guilt and remorse. It is very therapeutic.
On her blog, Sara shared that today her token animal for today is the polar bear. Intrigued, I looked up my own. I got the Moose. Here’s what it says:
“Moose represents incredible strength and longevity, as well as the ability to see the future. Moose antlers are among the largest of the antlered animals, and are like psychic antennae—giving Moose amazingly developed hearing, smell, and depth perception. Moose is bellowing at you to open your third eye and stop pretending that you don’t know what’s about to happen.”
So, when I went on wordpress.com today to see if the blog name “NoteToSelf” was taken, I should have known that it would be and then, when it was, because that’s such a good blog name it would be impossible that no one had taken it yet, I shouldn’t have been so disappointed, having seen that coming, but no. I was still bummed. To make matters worse, it isn’t even being used. Oh, the injustice of it all! I’m totally contemplating commenting or writing to the blog name hogger who has NoteToSelf.wordpress.com and asking them to please give up the name, because someone wants it and you’re just not using it. And yes, I checked note2self and someone has that too, damitall.
My final, much lamer, solution is to start a new category here, called Note To Self. I might just do this, as I am quite despondent about the chances of those thoughts ever being posted on their own special place. Nonetheless, virtual post-its to your future self can be handy and lack of a special place shouldn’t stop me from reminding myself of the things I should–or should not–do again. Like these:
Note to self…
…don’t make more soup than you can eat in 3 days. Even when you defrost it 3 months later you will still be sick of it.
…you do not look good in capris.
…don’t call mother every day on your way to work. You’re interrupting her Suduko but she’s too nice to say so and get off the phone which is what she really wants.
…stand up straight!
…don’t get bangs again, no matter how much T complains about your too-large forehead, because they require more effort and maintenance than you have to give.