April 30, 2008
What's in YOURRRRRRR wallet?
This entry is about Random Stuff
Hassle-free, my ass. That's all I'm saying. Actually, no, that's not all I'm saying, but I'm going to say other stuff first and then get back to that. Remember it: Hassle-free, my ass.
- Dylan is talking like a real person now. It's awesome. I left the room before and he yelled, "Mommy! [Where] you go? [Where] you go?" (Ok, he left out the where, but the way he said "you go?" you could tell what he meant). When he's looking for something, he'll ask, "Where'd ______ go?" or when he's looking for a person, "Where's _______ ?" He also has become a TV zombie for Elmo's World, Thomas & Friends and Disney's Cars (which, by the way, is an awesome movie). He'll sing along to the theme from Elmo's World. He'll also sing along with the radio in the car. It's awesome. He's awesome. When we're playing, he'll yell, "Dylan's turn!" and then "Mommy's turn!" It's so cute. (Of course, this also means he can boss us around. "Mommy, sit HERE." or "Daddy, put ball in TREE!")
- The Mustang is >this< close to being sold. The agreement is signed, now we're just waiting for the bank (see reference in title for hint to what stupid bank it is) to get me some Third Party Agreement and then for the money transaction to go through. And I hate said bank, because they've been nothing but unhelpful.
- Speaking of >this< close.... I was >this< close to storming over to the neighbors house before and yelling, "Please don't throw your shit out the back window because it blows into my yard and then my baby picks it up." Yes, that's right. Our neighbors are known to throw bags of trash out their back window into the yard. I've grown accustomed to that. I can't say I like it, but it's on the far side of the yard and there are big bushes between our yards and it doesn't bother me enough to care right now. BUT I was outside a few minutes ago, measuring my garden so I can pick out pretty plants and their window opened and they threw an empty plastic container and something else out in the back yard. Just by themselves. Just THREW garbage OUT THEIR BACK WINDOW. And it's not like I live in a frigging slum. And their shit blows into my yard and it's disgusting. This is the neighbor that looks like Chong.
- The house is slowly becoming less and less of a hot mess. We just had the windows in the front two bedrooms replaced (Dylan's "big boy" room and the guest room), as well as the one in the Playroom Formerly Known As The Parlour. I also replaced the curtains in said Playroom and it looks a ton better. The windows in the front two rooms are now the ones we wanted in the first place before the ass from the Pella store F'd up our order and told us they didn't sell vinyl/fiberglass replacement windows anymore. But it worked out, because now the window in the Playroom F.K.A.T.P. is wooden and it can be stained to match the molding. Of course, the windows in the Nursery Soon To Be Known As The Playroom And Office are still wood and need to be painted. This fact pains Darren. I don't so much care. Of course, this could be because I'm not going to be the one to paint them. Now the only windows we have left to replace are the ones in the dining room, our room, my closet and the upstairs bathroom. Getting closer. And now that all the windows on the front of the house have been replaced, the siding guy can come and reside the front of the house and then FINALLY the front of our house will look pretty again. That is, once we get the grass to come back and plant some more bushes. I bet there's a picture on Darren's flickr. Let me check...Ooh - here it is:
That was before the front two windows were replaced. Now they're prettier. Notice the shutters are missing on the downstairs window (will be rectified when new siding goes on). The new siding will match the peak over the porch.
- My job continues to suck. I can't say much about what happened, for fear of suddenly finding myself unemployed. All I can do is make my commentary on the nature of certain people. If you are going to organize an event which is supposed to help people feel better, making that event exclusionary to certain people is not the best way to handle things. I don't care if you blame these people for what happened, it is not right to invite everyone but a few people to something that EVERYONE else is invited to. This happened to me in 4th grade. My so-called friend tried out for cheerleading with me and did not make it. She then proceeded to invite EVERYONE IN 4TH GRADE to her birthday party except for me. That hurt. Especially since the boy I was totally and completely in love with was there. But you know what? That was FOURTH GRADE. When you get mad at someone in FOURTH GRADE you do things like this. Grow up! And secondly, if someone is not ready to be cheered up, should you really be imposing 50+ people on them - as a surprise to them, no less - who are intent on either cheering them up, or badmouthing the company or people in the company who everyone blames for the horror of the current situation? And when I mention that 1) said person expressed that she was not ready to be cheered up and 2) we should not exclude people, the proper response is not to yell at me.
- We were supposed to go to the Bronx Zoo this weekend. The trip was canceled. Boo. BUT Dylan's school is sponsoring a trip to Land of Make Believe. YAY! So that one comes out kind of neutral. Plus I'll get lots of awesome pix of Dylan & his friends at LoMB. *sniff* Since he'll only be in school with them through August. Oh well. He came home again with poop residue on his butt, so I do think we're doing the right thing by switching schools. Plus, the new location is kind of ghetto. There is a telephone pole with a transformer on the top right in what is going to be the playground (it's not finished yet). There's lots of other ghetto-contributing factors. I'll have to take a picture with my phone the next time I drop him off and post it, because you can't appreciate the ghetto factor until you see it.
I guess that's it, for now.
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April 30, 2008 08:36 PM
April 24, 2008
Todays word is... plethora
This entry is about Random Stuff
So yesterday, we pulled out a T-shirt from Hershey for Dylan to wear and he takes one look at it and says, "Hershey Kiss." Darren and I were both like, "Say what, child?" Because we've never had any Hershey kisses in the house. Then, of course, he denied saying it:
Darren: Did you say "Hershey Kiss"?
Dylan: Nooo
Me: Did you say "kiss"?
Dylan: No! No kiss!
But he definitely said, "Hershey Kiss." It was clear as purple crayon.
Today I am at work. It is bring your children to work day. Of course, your children have to be between the ages of 9 and 12, so I can not partake for another 7 years. If I'm still employed here. Which you never know.
I don't want to be here. It's nice out. I could be home playing with Dylan. It's like a frigging mortuary around here. It is silent, and yes, it is an office building, but it is never silent. Everyone is pissy and upset (understandably so), and nobody wants to be here. It's such a change to what it used to be like. Oh well. I dare not say any more. I may have said too much already.
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April 24, 2008 09:41 AM
April 22, 2008
Word of the Day
This entry is about Stuff I Do For Amusement
I've decided that every day I will work a new and strange word into a sentence when talking to some unsuspecting coworker.
Today, it was "behooves."
That's right. I used "behooves" in a sentence. AND I did it with a straight face. Go me.
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April 22, 2008 11:46 AM
April 21, 2008
WTF???
This entry is about That Which Does Not Amuse Me
My entry disappeared. Gone. WTF?
So now I'm even more pissed off than I was before.
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April 21, 2008 03:41 PM
April 15, 2008
F. U. Avery!
This entry is about The World Around Me
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April 15, 2008 09:54 AM
April 07, 2008
I'm sorry... can you repeat that? I didn't quite hear you...
This entry is about The People In My Life
It's really too bad that every time Dylan sees a video camera he yells, "Cheese!" at it, because I would love to get him on video doing some of his stuff.
Like last night, Darren was finishing up the re-model of the kitchen broom closet and I was cooking, so we put on On Demand Thomas The Tank. (I have completely caved with the TV thing. It started with Elmo's World in the morning, then Elmo's World DVD while cooking, and now this). He had never watched Thomas before, but he sat down in his Elmo chair and as soon as Thomas came onto the TV, he screamed at the top of his lungs,
TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!!
By the way, the child is LOUD. He gets it from his father.
Anyway, he just sat there and yelled, "TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!! *pause* TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!! *pause* TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!!" over and over and over.
Me: Dylan, are you ok??
Dylan: Yeah.
Me: Do you like the train?
Dylan: Yeah. *pause* TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!!
Oh. My. God. Seriously.
Or I'd love to video all the other cute things he does.
-He sings "The Wheels On The Bus" - complete with hand movements.
-He sings "Happy Day To You" and he tells me who is coming to his "Happy Day" party. (Mommy, Dada, Uh-oh Mike, Eeshah and Papa, if you were wondering).
-He sings along with the radio and then claps and says "Yay!" when a song is over.
-He yells, "Green! Go!" when the stoplight changes.
-He bosses Darren and me around. ("Mommy sit here. Dada sit here. No, Mommy. Mommy sit HERE.")
-He loves playing outside. ("Outside? Walk? Slide?")
-If he likes something, he nods his said and says, "like." If he doesn't like something, he shakes his said and says, "like."
Of course, when he gets excited, we all go deaf...
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April 7, 2008 03:16 PM