I guess some days are just tired days. Yesterday was 86 and sunny, and then it thunderstormed all night and has been miserable today, and I have absolutely no energy or happy.
Yesterday Bear had a pediatrician appointment for his appx-18-month checkup, and even though he got vaccinated he was not tired, and then today it took me almost an hour to get him down for his nap. I had just been telling BiebzBear's dad on Sunday that it has been a few months since I've had trouble putting Bear down.
I met up with Stellina and Space Monkey and their mom at the park yesterday so I could help with dinner, bath, and bed while their dad is in trial and working late. It really was a team effort. Chocolate milk went everywhere during dinner, toys did not pick themselves up, hardcover books were waved around far too close to Space Monkey's head. I am now completely convinced that I put Stellina in the wrong pull-up for bedtime, even though her mom put out the correct kind for overnight. It was all just kind of a blur of trying to get Stellina to bed without having a screaming fit while tiny Monkey was having a screaming fit. For some reason I have been second-guessing my pull-up selection since I left their house.
After my hour and a half at the gym last night, I went home and was out before 11:30, and didn't wake up to my beeping alarm until 8:37, which is exactly 8 minutes before I need to leave to get to Bear's house on time. I have been trying to wake up ever since and it has not been successful. Unfortunately it is too rainy to take the Bear outside to get coffee and donuts.
I will have to think of something.
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
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31 March 2011
Payback
In anticipation of the cats receiving their first spring dose of flea medicine tomorrow, the little buggers got baths today. It went as well as could be expected. First I couldn't find the tub stopper, so I had to crouch down near the faucet with Zoe curled up in my lap, which was probably what I was going to be doing anyway.
Zoe was very sad but did pretty well, I managed to get all her sides all the way wet, and then a bit of kitten shampoo on and rinsed off. Rhett, however.... Rhett. Since these guys have avoided a bath since probably February of 2009 (seeing as how cats don't actually really need water baths so much), I had forgotten that Rhett makes the saddest noise on the planet while he is getting bathed. He actually managed to sound like a child crying. A very very sad child with claws. Needless to say, he got his back slightly moistened, his feet run under the faucet, his tail wiped down, and then a good toweldry. I ended up with scratches on my shoulder and my collarbone, so ... not so bad!
Here is where karma kicked in. Because I was covered in cat hair, and hadn't showered yet, it was my turn! but as soon as I switched the converter from tub to shower, the hot water was GONE. gone! So I took a quick shower that was transitioning from lukewarm to ice even quicker, and then got out to find two cats staring up at me in a mixture of hatred and fear. I'm pretty convinced that they had something to do with the hot water's disappearance.
I stuck all the towels in the wash and sat down to finish Monday's episode of the Daily Show. Who should come sit on my lap but a very damp Zoe! So now I have a wet cat on a wet lap.
At least she doesn't hate me!
Zoe was very sad but did pretty well, I managed to get all her sides all the way wet, and then a bit of kitten shampoo on and rinsed off. Rhett, however.... Rhett. Since these guys have avoided a bath since probably February of 2009 (seeing as how cats don't actually really need water baths so much), I had forgotten that Rhett makes the saddest noise on the planet while he is getting bathed. He actually managed to sound like a child crying. A very very sad child with claws. Needless to say, he got his back slightly moistened, his feet run under the faucet, his tail wiped down, and then a good toweldry. I ended up with scratches on my shoulder and my collarbone, so ... not so bad!
Here is where karma kicked in. Because I was covered in cat hair, and hadn't showered yet, it was my turn! but as soon as I switched the converter from tub to shower, the hot water was GONE. gone! So I took a quick shower that was transitioning from lukewarm to ice even quicker, and then got out to find two cats staring up at me in a mixture of hatred and fear. I'm pretty convinced that they had something to do with the hot water's disappearance.
I stuck all the towels in the wash and sat down to finish Monday's episode of the Daily Show. Who should come sit on my lap but a very damp Zoe! So now I have a wet cat on a wet lap.
At least she doesn't hate me!
29 March 2011
The Writing on the Wall
The other day I gave a $40 donation to Planned Parenthood! did you??
LP'oh11 is not going terribly well lately. It went from nice spring to super cold again, and snowed a bit over the weekend, and supposed to snow again tomorrow. It is difficult to do much of anything. I! Hate! Cold!
Bear is getting faster at learning stuff. He is identifying pictures in books and stuff (Where's the banana?? where's the dog!), so that is good. he makes this funny "huh??" sound when you ask him something, as though he were an old man hard of hearing. But last week BAM six new teeth, so he looks a little less like an old man, at least.
I am reading all the Harry Potters over again, which is actually pretty great because it means I get to go to the library! The library is great. I went to the Northeast branch for the first time yesterday, and it seemed nice, I guess! I just got my book on hold, put another book on hold, and did my checking out, so I didn't really look around. I wanted to go home. It was cold and I wanted to read my book!
I was thinking about taking Biebzbear to the library, as it is very near his house, but he is SO loud, with the screaming and the noises, and the way he asks to read a book again, which sounds remarkably like the word "again," but with out the first syllable, and it's screamed at the top of his lungs. So, I think we'll wait on the library. I'm pretty sick of the same books over and over, though, so I might just bring him books from the library.
LIBRARY! YAY!
I want to see the cherry blossoms but I hate the tourists. They suck suck suck. I am devising a plan to go at dawn one of the days soon, but it is So Cold, and that is So Early, but I Really Hate The Tourists, so we will see what party wins the cherry blossom fight. First round will be Seeing Cherry Blossoms vs. Not Seeing Cherry Blossoms. If the former wins, then it will be a battle of Hatred of Cold and Early vs. Hatred of Tourists. aaaaaand... FIGHT!
LP'oh11 is not going terribly well lately. It went from nice spring to super cold again, and snowed a bit over the weekend, and supposed to snow again tomorrow. It is difficult to do much of anything. I! Hate! Cold!
Bear is getting faster at learning stuff. He is identifying pictures in books and stuff (Where's the banana?? where's the dog!), so that is good. he makes this funny "huh??" sound when you ask him something, as though he were an old man hard of hearing. But last week BAM six new teeth, so he looks a little less like an old man, at least.
I am reading all the Harry Potters over again, which is actually pretty great because it means I get to go to the library! The library is great. I went to the Northeast branch for the first time yesterday, and it seemed nice, I guess! I just got my book on hold, put another book on hold, and did my checking out, so I didn't really look around. I wanted to go home. It was cold and I wanted to read my book!
I was thinking about taking Biebzbear to the library, as it is very near his house, but he is SO loud, with the screaming and the noises, and the way he asks to read a book again, which sounds remarkably like the word "again," but with out the first syllable, and it's screamed at the top of his lungs. So, I think we'll wait on the library. I'm pretty sick of the same books over and over, though, so I might just bring him books from the library.
LIBRARY! YAY!
I want to see the cherry blossoms but I hate the tourists. They suck suck suck. I am devising a plan to go at dawn one of the days soon, but it is So Cold, and that is So Early, but I Really Hate The Tourists, so we will see what party wins the cherry blossom fight. First round will be Seeing Cherry Blossoms vs. Not Seeing Cherry Blossoms. If the former wins, then it will be a battle of Hatred of Cold and Early vs. Hatred of Tourists. aaaaaand... FIGHT!
26 March 2011
Psalm 23
There was a spring thunderstorm the other day! A thunderstorm! yay! A thunderstorm that started right as I was putting DaveyBug Jr down for bed! Not so great!
Right around Christmas there was one evening when he wouldn't sleep, so I sang him a song, and then he started asking for a song every time, and since I don't know all that many songs, or at least complete ones, it tends to be the same ones every week. And, since all the music I've constructively sung in the past 5 months has been church-related, they tend to be church songs. He's started asking for Amazing Grace by name. Which is cute. I also wonder if I'm crossing an invisible line drawn by his Buddhist(-ish?) parents? Should I not be singing about Jesus?
On Thursday while Tiny was napping, Big and I were having a delightful round of Ring Around the Rosie, and after a few particularly good spins we were both on our backs on the floor giggling. I have always been very easy to dizzify, so I was definitely dizzy. and apparently so was Big, because he stared up at the ceiling and said quietly, "Mooooving..." which was hilarious.
When I lived in my various apartments (all in the same building) in Northwest DC, I always kind of assumed that all living spaces have cockroaches, and they will always be in your kitchen and/or bathroom at night, no matter how clean you keep your house. I did a pretty good job of keeping a clean apartment, and stopping the sink at night, and all the other things that you do, and there were not many of the nasty things, but they were definitely there.
But now I live on the East side of town, and mostly work on the East side, and NONE of my houses that I work in have cockroaches! Doesn't matter if it is a clean house or messyish house or a basement apartment, I have seen no cockroaches! However, all the houses/apartments I work in over in Northwest have them. A few of my houses in Southeast have had trouble with mice, though. I've never seen mice at Bear's house, though, and that may have something to do with his two cats, who may only have a combined total of 7 legs, but are very fierce.
I am well aware that this is not the way that household pests work. I'm sure that cockroaches are not restricted to the northwest quadrant of the city, and that mice are not restricted to Southeast, and that not all houses in Northeast have an opossum that occasionally hangs around on the transom of their back door. These are merely my observations.
Right around Christmas there was one evening when he wouldn't sleep, so I sang him a song, and then he started asking for a song every time, and since I don't know all that many songs, or at least complete ones, it tends to be the same ones every week. And, since all the music I've constructively sung in the past 5 months has been church-related, they tend to be church songs. He's started asking for Amazing Grace by name. Which is cute. I also wonder if I'm crossing an invisible line drawn by his Buddhist(-ish?) parents? Should I not be singing about Jesus?
On Thursday while Tiny was napping, Big and I were having a delightful round of Ring Around the Rosie, and after a few particularly good spins we were both on our backs on the floor giggling. I have always been very easy to dizzify, so I was definitely dizzy. and apparently so was Big, because he stared up at the ceiling and said quietly, "Mooooving..." which was hilarious.
When I lived in my various apartments (all in the same building) in Northwest DC, I always kind of assumed that all living spaces have cockroaches, and they will always be in your kitchen and/or bathroom at night, no matter how clean you keep your house. I did a pretty good job of keeping a clean apartment, and stopping the sink at night, and all the other things that you do, and there were not many of the nasty things, but they were definitely there.
But now I live on the East side of town, and mostly work on the East side, and NONE of my houses that I work in have cockroaches! Doesn't matter if it is a clean house or messyish house or a basement apartment, I have seen no cockroaches! However, all the houses/apartments I work in over in Northwest have them. A few of my houses in Southeast have had trouble with mice, though. I've never seen mice at Bear's house, though, and that may have something to do with his two cats, who may only have a combined total of 7 legs, but are very fierce.
I am well aware that this is not the way that household pests work. I'm sure that cockroaches are not restricted to the northwest quadrant of the city, and that mice are not restricted to Southeast, and that not all houses in Northeast have an opossum that occasionally hangs around on the transom of their back door. These are merely my observations.
22 March 2011
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum*
It is spring! My handsome man cat is allowed outside now, with adult supervision. Today and yesterday he spent a bunch of time fiercely hunting stalks of grass and then triumphantly devoured his prey. He then helped me select some excellent pieces to harvest and bring inside for his sister, and creepily watched her while she nommed them all gone.
Yesterday I made these tasty puffs! They are very dense and there is quite a bit of shortening in them, but they are super yummy. I fully intend to mess with the recipe to make them lighter and less full-of-shortening.
My phone is acting stupid again, though a few weeks ago I finally updated my OS, in hopes that would resolve all of its freezing issues. It is even worse now. And of course because I am not the account holder at AT&T, I am not authorized to do anything on the phone with them. NOTHING. but having the account holder call will do no good, because how is he supposed to know what's wrong with my phone? Stupid stupid.
Here is a photo of the baby lions at the zoo.
*"Don't let the bastards grind you down," from Margaret Atwood's A Handmaid's Tale
Yesterday I made these tasty puffs! They are very dense and there is quite a bit of shortening in them, but they are super yummy. I fully intend to mess with the recipe to make them lighter and less full-of-shortening.
My phone is acting stupid again, though a few weeks ago I finally updated my OS, in hopes that would resolve all of its freezing issues. It is even worse now. And of course because I am not the account holder at AT&T, I am not authorized to do anything on the phone with them. NOTHING. but having the account holder call will do no good, because how is he supposed to know what's wrong with my phone? Stupid stupid.
Here is a photo of the baby lions at the zoo.
*"Don't let the bastards grind you down," from Margaret Atwood's A Handmaid's Tale
14 March 2011
100% Apple Juice
it is a good thing that Space Monkey was born last week, because this week is super super busy already. Well, ok part of the reason it is so busy is because Space Monkey was born. I get leave Biebz's house to meet Space Monkey in about an hour, right before he goes to his first doctor appointment, and I will hang out in the house while Stellina naps, so that she knows that no, we're not done with naps now just because there's a new baby. My goodness, multiple children. Then tomorrow after I hang out with Bear in the morning, I will pick Stellina up from school and get her lunched and napped, so that again she knows that there is still naptime in her life, and then I will go back to the BieberBear's house for the afternoon.
Then! I have Davey Bug, Jr. on Tuesday evening AND Wednesday evening, and the Bear from 9 to 5 on Wednesday, and though I don't have Big & Tiny on Thursday, I do have a different family for which I am subbing for the afternoon. Friday I don't know yet! Man though it is like I have a real full-time job. except it's not real, and not full-time.
LP'oh11 is going well, so far. I guess there is a thing with Lent where you get Sundays off ? so I am choosing one day a week to take off. Last week it was Friday, this week it looks like I will take Tuesday off, because a three-family day is exercise enough. but that means I have to today, even though I don't want to because my allergies(/sickness? I'm hoping I didn't pick up Big's nasty cold) are making me MISERABLE. I would like to replace the front half of my head, please. Anyway there has been lots of ballet and bicycle so far. Saturday I was going to go to my very first hip-hop class, but instead I got my exercise for that day by running around the house at 6am furiously looking for my keys, and then tearing south on my bicycle to get to Stellina's house so they could leave for the hospital. I'm glad I hurried! He arrived 20 minutes after they got to the hospital.
Yesterday I napped too long (booo) so I didn't get to do as much as I would have liked at home, but I did scrub my pots and pans, and do dishes, and finish my laundry, finally. Still did not vacuum or sweep or mop. I have grand plans for that, though. Grand plans which I am dreading.
I am so, so tired, but I am doing the things and being alive. Bear and I went to get donuts today and walked past BLOOMED DAFFODILS. and it looks like the beginning of peak bloom for the cherry blossoms is only 15 days from now, which is so soon. Winter was so, so long and I'm suddenly afraid I'm going to blink and miss spring.
Then! I have Davey Bug, Jr. on Tuesday evening AND Wednesday evening, and the Bear from 9 to 5 on Wednesday, and though I don't have Big & Tiny on Thursday, I do have a different family for which I am subbing for the afternoon. Friday I don't know yet! Man though it is like I have a real full-time job. except it's not real, and not full-time.
LP'oh11 is going well, so far. I guess there is a thing with Lent where you get Sundays off ? so I am choosing one day a week to take off. Last week it was Friday, this week it looks like I will take Tuesday off, because a three-family day is exercise enough. but that means I have to today, even though I don't want to because my allergies(/sickness? I'm hoping I didn't pick up Big's nasty cold) are making me MISERABLE. I would like to replace the front half of my head, please. Anyway there has been lots of ballet and bicycle so far. Saturday I was going to go to my very first hip-hop class, but instead I got my exercise for that day by running around the house at 6am furiously looking for my keys, and then tearing south on my bicycle to get to Stellina's house so they could leave for the hospital. I'm glad I hurried! He arrived 20 minutes after they got to the hospital.
Yesterday I napped too long (booo) so I didn't get to do as much as I would have liked at home, but I did scrub my pots and pans, and do dishes, and finish my laundry, finally. Still did not vacuum or sweep or mop. I have grand plans for that, though. Grand plans which I am dreading.
I am so, so tired, but I am doing the things and being alive. Bear and I went to get donuts today and walked past BLOOMED DAFFODILS. and it looks like the beginning of peak bloom for the cherry blossoms is only 15 days from now, which is so soon. Winter was so, so long and I'm suddenly afraid I'm going to blink and miss spring.
12 March 2011
mazel tov!!!!!!!
A Space Monkey! he was 6lbs, 14oz at 8:07 am on today, March 12, 2011. I have not met him! Soon I meet him, in the next week. Stellina and I hung out all morning, from about 7am to 4pm (she napped from 1:30 onwards). it was great.
TODAY IS FANTASTIC. It is a great day to be born.
More on this matter when I am sober!!!
TODAY IS FANTASTIC. It is a great day to be born.
More on this matter when I am sober!!!
08 March 2011
Whatever the Mess You Are
Yesterday I did not get quite as many things done from my list as I would have liked! This is what I accomplished :
+ put shoes away! this only took me three days! wooo
+ check Mint.com, which is still suffering from lack of communication with Bank of America, which is making me very very sad. A week without my Mint.com account is leaving me with frantic energy that is generally targeted toward obsessive budgeting and financial planning, and presently seems to be channeling toward making to-do lists every second possible. Not a bad thing, but it's making the lists seem to never end.
+ make awesome playlists for quiet focus time and energy focus time. This included buying too much/never enough trashy pop music on iTunes yesterday, and also rediscovering how much really awesome classical music I have.
+ look up dance class schedules for LP'oh11. it turns out there is also ballet at my neighborhood studio on Saturday and Sunday!
+ catch up on Teen Mom 2 and 9ine. I am currently obsessed with teen pregnancy and parenting. I could not possibly begin to explain why. TM2 has this trainwreck aspect with some of the moms, but some of the storiesare seem so incredibly genuine that I often find myself being really moved by the end of the episode. Also, trashy TV! So great.
+ Buy plane tickets to home for May. This is one of the reasons I wish that Mint would resume communication with Bank of America, so I can figure out how that $877.60 is going to affect my monthly budgets. Booooo. Yay for a trip home!
So now I have to rearrange the to-do list and probably start a new one, because this crazy budgeting energy needs to go somewhere.
Yesterday I stopped at 7Eleven on the way back from the bank and left with three Cadbury creme eggs! SPRING.
+ put shoes away! this only took me three days! wooo
+ check Mint.com, which is still suffering from lack of communication with Bank of America, which is making me very very sad. A week without my Mint.com account is leaving me with frantic energy that is generally targeted toward obsessive budgeting and financial planning, and presently seems to be channeling toward making to-do lists every second possible. Not a bad thing, but it's making the lists seem to never end.
+ make awesome playlists for quiet focus time and energy focus time. This included buying too much/never enough trashy pop music on iTunes yesterday, and also rediscovering how much really awesome classical music I have.
+ look up dance class schedules for LP'oh11. it turns out there is also ballet at my neighborhood studio on Saturday and Sunday!
+ catch up on Teen Mom 2 and 9ine. I am currently obsessed with teen pregnancy and parenting. I could not possibly begin to explain why. TM2 has this trainwreck aspect with some of the moms, but some of the stories
+ Buy plane tickets to home for May. This is one of the reasons I wish that Mint would resume communication with Bank of America, so I can figure out how that $877.60 is going to affect my monthly budgets. Booooo. Yay for a trip home!
So now I have to rearrange the to-do list and probably start a new one, because this crazy budgeting energy needs to go somewhere.
Yesterday I stopped at 7Eleven on the way back from the bank and left with three Cadbury creme eggs! SPRING.
06 March 2011
How Can It Be
I have a terrible terrible Methodist hymn stuck in my head. Today church went on forever, I guess Methodists aren't used to communion so it takes a really long time?? anyway it got to be like 11:50 and the pastor was like "You know what? Go in peace to love and serve the Lord" (which I almost just spelled "swerve") and we skipped the last page of the bulletin.
It's the little things, you know?
the King's Speech was excellent, I am very glad that Mr. Firth got his little golden statue for his role.
outside is storming and windy and police sirens, and on my iTunes is a sweet track from the King's Speech soundtrack that I got for free from Fandango for buying my advance movie tickets through them? I spent only $9 on two movie tickets instead of $24.50 AND got a free dramatized arrangement of the second movement of Beethoven's seventh?? I am a fan of this situation. Also, it feels like a trap, somehow.
The extended forecast on Accuweather.com shows me that the weather for the beginning of Lenten Project Oh-Eleven looks good! Right now I am going to put the shoes away into my closet and take my vitamins and make my bed, and those will be my small projects for today.
It's the little things, you know?
the King's Speech was excellent, I am very glad that Mr. Firth got his little golden statue for his role.
outside is storming and windy and police sirens, and on my iTunes is a sweet track from the King's Speech soundtrack that I got for free from Fandango for buying my advance movie tickets through them? I spent only $9 on two movie tickets instead of $24.50 AND got a free dramatized arrangement of the second movement of Beethoven's seventh?? I am a fan of this situation. Also, it feels like a trap, somehow.
The extended forecast on Accuweather.com shows me that the weather for the beginning of Lenten Project Oh-Eleven looks good! Right now I am going to put the shoes away into my closet and take my vitamins and make my bed, and those will be my small projects for today.
06 February 2011
week 1
Many things to do before my sister comes to visit! Things include make/eat soup, keep BiebzBear alive, ride bicycle, go to doctor, clean house, make delicion plans, and magically make the weather into warm spring. which it is today! And I am not outside, of course.
Baby Bieber has been asleep for an hour and a half, which is excellent, but at 15 months, 33 inches, and 31 pounds, he is still not putting himself to sleep. It doesn't even really work to let him cry it out in his crib, because he either hasn't figured out that he needs to lie down to go to sleep, or he has figured out that if he stands up long enough someone will come in and probably pick him up (uh... latter). So, he stands in the corner and cries until he nods off, but then because he's standing he wakes himself up and starts screaming again.
I don't quite know how to tell his parents "your child should probably be putting himself to sleep by now, especially because he is way too big to hold and rock/bounce while trying to get him to fall asleep," because no one wants to be told by a 20-something how to raise his/her child, especially when that 20-something doesn't necessarily know what she's talking about. But I am pretty sure that 15 month olds should be putting themselves to sleep. I'm also pretty sure that the extinction method, letting him cry it out, will not ever work. I think that if parents are going to do that it has to be done and finished before the baby can pull up in the crib, which is usually around 10 months or so?
It drives me crazy that he doesn't put himself to sleep. The only other baby I know that wasn't putting himself to sleep at 15 months was Captain Bananio, and he is 2 and a half and STILL doesn't put himself to sleep (however, at 2.5, CB still doesn't weigh as much as BB does right now). I hope it is not a lost cause.
Here is what Lance Armstrong has to say on the matter. What!
Baby Bieber has been asleep for an hour and a half, which is excellent, but at 15 months, 33 inches, and 31 pounds, he is still not putting himself to sleep. It doesn't even really work to let him cry it out in his crib, because he either hasn't figured out that he needs to lie down to go to sleep, or he has figured out that if he stands up long enough someone will come in and probably pick him up (uh... latter). So, he stands in the corner and cries until he nods off, but then because he's standing he wakes himself up and starts screaming again.
I don't quite know how to tell his parents "your child should probably be putting himself to sleep by now, especially because he is way too big to hold and rock/bounce while trying to get him to fall asleep," because no one wants to be told by a 20-something how to raise his/her child, especially when that 20-something doesn't necessarily know what she's talking about. But I am pretty sure that 15 month olds should be putting themselves to sleep. I'm also pretty sure that the extinction method, letting him cry it out, will not ever work. I think that if parents are going to do that it has to be done and finished before the baby can pull up in the crib, which is usually around 10 months or so?
It drives me crazy that he doesn't put himself to sleep. The only other baby I know that wasn't putting himself to sleep at 15 months was Captain Bananio, and he is 2 and a half and STILL doesn't put himself to sleep (however, at 2.5, CB still doesn't weigh as much as BB does right now). I hope it is not a lost cause.
Here is what Lance Armstrong has to say on the matter. What!
05 April 2010
Assignment 1A
I've got a hell of a lot more of this to do.
Also, I got an awesome sunburn that day where my convertible tights stopped, and so I have a line where my skin is slightly more red. It's like the reverse of a sock tan. only it's burn. and right above that on my left leg I have bruises from hopping concrete barriers at the Tidal Basin.
It's clear that this blog is now only about injuries to my lower extremities. It must be spring.
20 March 2010
leave my girls no faster
Somehow I had forgotten how much my friends from high school understand me, much better than almost anyone except maybe my sister. Not that I'm like, wah, no one understands me, but no one is quite the same as they are. Leaving them the other day made me feel very alone.
Okay, I'm done having feelings now.
Soon I will show pictures of daffodils in DC. daff-o-dils, dils of daff-o!
Okay, I'm done having feelings now.
Soon I will show pictures of daffodils in DC. daff-o-dils, dils of daff-o!
10 March 2010
my ears are ringing
and as a result, no song lyrics for a blog title today.
instead, PICTURES.
Boats at the DC Waterfront, with East Potomac Park and Hains Point on the other side of the Washington Channel
BOATS!!!!
Ducks in the marina, they wanted my Haribo Gold-Bears but I told them that they would get sick from them, so I would have to eat all the bears on behalf of the ducks, to save their lives. I wish I had gotten crackers to share instead!
My new shoes!
This week is escaping from me too quickly.
instead, PICTURES.
Boats at the DC Waterfront, with East Potomac Park and Hains Point on the other side of the Washington ChannelBOATS!!!!
Ducks in the marina, they wanted my Haribo Gold-Bears but I told them that they would get sick from them, so I would have to eat all the bears on behalf of the ducks, to save their lives. I wish I had gotten crackers to share instead!
My new shoes!This week is escaping from me too quickly.
09 March 2010
Killing people's not my scene
It seems as though my cat doesn't need to go to the vet, presuming my roommates take care of him properly upon their return from Israel and my departure for New Orleans. Which I'm hoping they do. Everyone cross your fingers, because not only do I not want him to be sick, I really really don't need a vet bill, emergency or otherwise.
I've been sitting Niki's regular kids while she's in Israel, two boys, 11 and 14. Totally different than what I'm used to, which is mostly under the age of 2. The majority of my responsibility involves being there when they get home, nagging them to do their homework, making sure they don't beat each other up, and cooking them dinner before their mom gets home.
On Tuesdays they get out of school at 2:15, which is maybe an hour earlier than usual? And it was 66 degrees out (!!!!!!!!), so I nagged extra hard to get them to finish their homework, then we played basketball outside. This involved a lot of me sucking at basketball and a few quality fence hops to retrieve the ball. Then it involved me falling off a skateboard, and the older boy pelting his little brother and me with icy snowballs of death and stealing my keys so we were locked out and couldn't escape the icy snowballs of death (I was able to deflect some with a Frisbee). It was weird getting in a snowball fight in 66 degrees, and also completely rad to kick everything and play outside for a while.
HERE IS A GREAT THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY IN MY CITY:
I've been sitting Niki's regular kids while she's in Israel, two boys, 11 and 14. Totally different than what I'm used to, which is mostly under the age of 2. The majority of my responsibility involves being there when they get home, nagging them to do their homework, making sure they don't beat each other up, and cooking them dinner before their mom gets home.
On Tuesdays they get out of school at 2:15, which is maybe an hour earlier than usual? And it was 66 degrees out (!!!!!!!!), so I nagged extra hard to get them to finish their homework, then we played basketball outside. This involved a lot of me sucking at basketball and a few quality fence hops to retrieve the ball. Then it involved me falling off a skateboard, and the older boy pelting his little brother and me with icy snowballs of death and stealing my keys so we were locked out and couldn't escape the icy snowballs of death (I was able to deflect some with a Frisbee). It was weird getting in a snowball fight in 66 degrees, and also completely rad to kick everything and play outside for a while.
HERE IS A GREAT THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY IN MY CITY:
07 March 2010
If I could do just one near-perfect thing
The new shoes that I have ordered! I think maroon will be more interesting than navy blue. I guess I'd better get a belt that is not hot pink.
I am far too excited to go to New Orleans; I can hardly contain myself. I have made a pact with one of my fellow travelers to make severe inroads on thesis work before departing... perhaps another of our fellows would care to join this pact?
Blerg I can't concentrate on anything except that exact point in time when I get bored of drinking mai tais and switch to hurricanes. I need vacation so hard.
HAY GUYS IT IS SPRING IN DC NOW
IT IS SO GREAT
Oh let me also say something about this horrible girl in my radical cartography of DC class. She's so horrible. She has not gone through an entire class yet without mentioning at least twice that she works at the Senate (let me tell you how much I hate people who love to brag that they work at the Senate. SO MUCH.), and also that she works at the University Information desk so OMG SHE WORKS WITH MAPS like omg she must know so much about everything ever! She never seems to know what she's talking about, but somehow can relate anything to her work at the Senate (did I mention she works at the Senate? Well, she does), or at the info desk. And it never makes sense. Most of the time the professor just kind of ignores her and moves on. I mean, I don't always know what I'm talking about, because the class is confusing as hell, but at least I don't pretend that I do know.
It is a total coincidence that she is a cheerleader.
So on Friday, we come into class and sit down to take our midterm. all 9 of us are kind of last-minute studying and making sure we have all the members of the DC City Council memorized, and know what food deserts are, and stuff. (HERE is some stuff on food deserts) Cheerleader says, "The closest grocery store to my apartment is 0.9 miles, so I have no sympathy for people who complain about having to walk to the grocery store."
um.
excuse me?
Dear Cheerleader,
I see some flaws in your argument! Let me point them out to you.
1) You live in Northwest DC. Not a food desert. I don't care if you live a mile from the grocery store. You only live a mile from the grocery store.
2) You JUST pointed out that many red line stops in NW DC have grocery stores within a block! Look at that, easy transportation, conveniently enough for you, because you live in NW DC.
3) You may work at the Senate AND at the info desk, which is two jobs and I'm sure that is a lot of work. But I guarantee your Senate work is unpaid, and therefore, you can afford to have an unpaid internship, and that makes you pretty damn privileged.
4) You to go American University, which costs $40+k a year. That makes you hella damn privileged and not qualified in the least to talk about having no pity for those who are less privileged than you.
5) Okay, say that you are here on scholarship and you are getting paid at the Senate (because you are actually really intelligent and are just really good at hiding it?). You don't have three kids to feed. Not to mention cart along with you to the grocery store! or, find care for while you travel to the grocery store, which is Really Far Away.
6) Even if you're here on scholarship and you're getting paid at the Senate, I don't see you getting a payday loan at 500% interest in order for you to pay for groceries for you and your three kids, and also to pay for transportation to and from the grocery store.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that after cheerleading practice, you shop at Whole Foods and lay down Daddy's credit card. And you're so preoccupied thinking about which cute J. Crew or Banana Republic outfit you're going to wear when you have to get up tomorrow at 8 am (gasp! so early) to go to the Senate that you don't even look the minority minimum-wage cashier in the eye, let alone glance at your grocery bill. And then you slip Daddy's credit card back in your Prada wallet behind your fake ID, which cost you $120 but is soooo legit, see? Look, it's even your own picture!
Oh, I forget where you work, did you say it was the Senate? Also, all those photos on your FaceBook of you macking on your boyfriend are really classy. Man, I really wish I could work at the Senate and have a boyfriend whose face I could eat all over the internet to prove that he's mine.
So dear Cheerleader, feel free to name-drop where you work as much as you want, but please please STFU about how hard it is for you to get to a grocery store.
Disdainfully,
Mo
(I love how the beginning of this post is about how privileged I am, buying shoes and going on vacation. self-awareness makes it okay, everyone! no but seriously, I don't pretend that I'm not privileged. ugh, I'm that well-meaning middle-class white girl.)
I am far too excited to go to New Orleans; I can hardly contain myself. I have made a pact with one of my fellow travelers to make severe inroads on thesis work before departing... perhaps another of our fellows would care to join this pact?
Blerg I can't concentrate on anything except that exact point in time when I get bored of drinking mai tais and switch to hurricanes. I need vacation so hard.
HAY GUYS IT IS SPRING IN DC NOW
IT IS SO GREAT
Oh let me also say something about this horrible girl in my radical cartography of DC class. She's so horrible. She has not gone through an entire class yet without mentioning at least twice that she works at the Senate (let me tell you how much I hate people who love to brag that they work at the Senate. SO MUCH.), and also that she works at the University Information desk so OMG SHE WORKS WITH MAPS like omg she must know so much about everything ever! She never seems to know what she's talking about, but somehow can relate anything to her work at the Senate (did I mention she works at the Senate? Well, she does), or at the info desk. And it never makes sense. Most of the time the professor just kind of ignores her and moves on. I mean, I don't always know what I'm talking about, because the class is confusing as hell, but at least I don't pretend that I do know.
It is a total coincidence that she is a cheerleader.
So on Friday, we come into class and sit down to take our midterm. all 9 of us are kind of last-minute studying and making sure we have all the members of the DC City Council memorized, and know what food deserts are, and stuff. (HERE is some stuff on food deserts) Cheerleader says, "The closest grocery store to my apartment is 0.9 miles, so I have no sympathy for people who complain about having to walk to the grocery store."
um.
excuse me?
Dear Cheerleader,
I see some flaws in your argument! Let me point them out to you.
1) You live in Northwest DC. Not a food desert. I don't care if you live a mile from the grocery store. You only live a mile from the grocery store.
2) You JUST pointed out that many red line stops in NW DC have grocery stores within a block! Look at that, easy transportation, conveniently enough for you, because you live in NW DC.
3) You may work at the Senate AND at the info desk, which is two jobs and I'm sure that is a lot of work. But I guarantee your Senate work is unpaid, and therefore, you can afford to have an unpaid internship, and that makes you pretty damn privileged.
4) You to go American University, which costs $40+k a year. That makes you hella damn privileged and not qualified in the least to talk about having no pity for those who are less privileged than you.
5) Okay, say that you are here on scholarship and you are getting paid at the Senate (because you are actually really intelligent and are just really good at hiding it?). You don't have three kids to feed. Not to mention cart along with you to the grocery store! or, find care for while you travel to the grocery store, which is Really Far Away.
6) Even if you're here on scholarship and you're getting paid at the Senate, I don't see you getting a payday loan at 500% interest in order for you to pay for groceries for you and your three kids, and also to pay for transportation to and from the grocery store.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that after cheerleading practice, you shop at Whole Foods and lay down Daddy's credit card. And you're so preoccupied thinking about which cute J. Crew or Banana Republic outfit you're going to wear when you have to get up tomorrow at 8 am (gasp! so early) to go to the Senate that you don't even look the minority minimum-wage cashier in the eye, let alone glance at your grocery bill. And then you slip Daddy's credit card back in your Prada wallet behind your fake ID, which cost you $120 but is soooo legit, see? Look, it's even your own picture!
Oh, I forget where you work, did you say it was the Senate? Also, all those photos on your FaceBook of you macking on your boyfriend are really classy. Man, I really wish I could work at the Senate and have a boyfriend whose face I could eat all over the internet to prove that he's mine.
So dear Cheerleader, feel free to name-drop where you work as much as you want, but please please STFU about how hard it is for you to get to a grocery store.
Disdainfully,
Mo
(I love how the beginning of this post is about how privileged I am, buying shoes and going on vacation. self-awareness makes it okay, everyone! no but seriously, I don't pretend that I'm not privileged. ugh, I'm that well-meaning middle-class white girl.)
04 May 2009
Finals: Frick on a Stick
Funny bits from my lecture notes:
"Ike pres, old dude, had cabinet full of old dudes."
"Jack & Bobby obsessed w/Cuba, used every single resource to overthrow Castro
why? was action presidency"
I'm an action president! Running, jumping, climbing trees! and I'm an executive president. un president d'action et un president executif.
"one way tix on PanAmerican
astronauts - in case one was not successful would blame Cubans
rattlesnakes?"
"Trujillo finally assassinated -> great celebration -> CHAOS"
sounds like college
"we didn't care much abt indochina - French colony
♥ Mark Hatfield ♥"
"we were never going to fight communism after we left Vietnam -
even tho the wall didn't fall until 1989
the QUEEN!!!!
next time Jackson, Rostow"
"Marshall Acheson, lots of secretary said no Israel, didn't want lose oil"
"we took canal & chunks on side - since T. Roos."
"Sadat did own thing, was assassinated"
bummer
"[Reagan] also supported Israel w/o any neutrality
-heart of conservatism - God gave Palestine to Hebrews, hated Arabs"
Does Reagan hate Arabs, or is it just God that does?
trust me, they make no more sense in the context of my notes.
"Ike pres, old dude, had cabinet full of old dudes."
"Jack & Bobby obsessed w/Cuba, used every single resource to overthrow Castro
why? was action presidency"
I'm an action president! Running, jumping, climbing trees! and I'm an executive president. un president d'action et un president executif.
"one way tix on PanAmerican
astronauts - in case one was not successful would blame Cubans
rattlesnakes?"
"Trujillo finally assassinated -> great celebration -> CHAOS"
sounds like college
"we didn't care much abt indochina - French colony
♥ Mark Hatfield ♥"
"we were never going to fight communism after we left Vietnam -
even tho the wall didn't fall until 1989
the QUEEN!!!!
next time Jackson, Rostow"
"Marshall Acheson, lots of secretary said no Israel, didn't want lose oil"
"we took canal & chunks on side - since T. Roos."
"Sadat did own thing, was assassinated"
bummer
"[Reagan] also supported Israel w/o any neutrality
-heart of conservatism - God gave Palestine to Hebrews, hated Arabs"
Does Reagan hate Arabs, or is it just God that does?
trust me, they make no more sense in the context of my notes.
14 March 2009
Running Mates
I kind of want to blog about the kids, but then I realized that I don't actually have that much to say and it's just a subliminal procrastination tactic. I should be either sleeping or doing homework.
But the kids! They're so cute! last Sunday was my first adventure of handling all three at the same time, and it was kind of hectic in the house because Kidlets 1 and 2 fought constantly while I was trying to deal with Kidlet 3, but as soon as we went to the park, it was pretty awesome. We only had one "injury" incident, where Kidlet 2 (age 3) banged his head a little bit but I examined the "elephants in his ears" for a little while and he totally forgot about it.
Kidlets 2 and 3 went to sleep almost as soon as we got home, which was super sweet. Naptime rocks! And Kidlet 1 (age 6) played in the potting soil in the tiny backyard! Which I am a huge fan of, not because her parents don't let her get dirty or anything, I just think it's important for city kids to get dirty as frequently as they have the opportunity. Then she piggybacked up the stairs to the bathtub, and we made macaroni and cheese after she had changed into her Princess Giselle nightgown.
Kidlet 3's newest thing is BABY FOOD! he sits in the high chair, which still dwarfs him, and eats Cheerios with carrots sprinkled over them, and bangs the spoon he has for playing, and avoids the spoon I wield with sweet potatoes (the trick is to sneak by him while he's opening his mouth for a self-induced Cheerio, and then hold the spoon in his mouth to make him swallow). It's a whole different ballgame when you break out the pears, though. He loves pears. I'm sure he'd eat pears all day if he could.
And he is so totally about to start crawling. Of course, that will make my job harder, but still!
I have to seriously get cracking tomorrow on the homework that I've neglected all week, which is disheartening. What 20 page paper due in 3 weeks? What are you even talking about?
But the kids! They're so cute! last Sunday was my first adventure of handling all three at the same time, and it was kind of hectic in the house because Kidlets 1 and 2 fought constantly while I was trying to deal with Kidlet 3, but as soon as we went to the park, it was pretty awesome. We only had one "injury" incident, where Kidlet 2 (age 3) banged his head a little bit but I examined the "elephants in his ears" for a little while and he totally forgot about it.
Kidlets 2 and 3 went to sleep almost as soon as we got home, which was super sweet. Naptime rocks! And Kidlet 1 (age 6) played in the potting soil in the tiny backyard! Which I am a huge fan of, not because her parents don't let her get dirty or anything, I just think it's important for city kids to get dirty as frequently as they have the opportunity. Then she piggybacked up the stairs to the bathtub, and we made macaroni and cheese after she had changed into her Princess Giselle nightgown.
Kidlet 3's newest thing is BABY FOOD! he sits in the high chair, which still dwarfs him, and eats Cheerios with carrots sprinkled over them, and bangs the spoon he has for playing, and avoids the spoon I wield with sweet potatoes (the trick is to sneak by him while he's opening his mouth for a self-induced Cheerio, and then hold the spoon in his mouth to make him swallow). It's a whole different ballgame when you break out the pears, though. He loves pears. I'm sure he'd eat pears all day if he could.
And he is so totally about to start crawling. Of course, that will make my job harder, but still!
I have to seriously get cracking tomorrow on the homework that I've neglected all week, which is disheartening. What 20 page paper due in 3 weeks? What are you even talking about?
25 February 2009
Overheard on the Playground
Today was warm-ish, so when Kidlet #3 and I went to pick up Kidlet #1 from school, we got to sit around outside while big sister played on the playground.
There was a quite intense football game going on to my left, with a 2nd-grade-ish age girl clearly dominating the 4 boys she was playing with. I smiled at her as she was on the bottom of a dogpile, on top of the football, and later she decided to sit on the bench next to me. I said "You're kicking their butts, aren't you?" and she pointed and said "Well it's because he's a first grader" and then ran back into the game.
Of course, the inherent superiority that comes with being a second grader.
The first grade boy that she had pointed out ran by, saying "I'm too young to die!" and then immediately picked up his speed for a tackle.
Five boys, ranging in heights and ages it seems, were playing some fighting game, who knows. A very tow-headed, very small, and very indignant little girl stomped into the middle of them and screamed "I just wish everyone would get bloody noses!"
Kidlet #1 ran up to me with her friend, and kindly introduced me to said friend. I told her that her baby brother was getting sleepy, and I was getting cold, so she had five more minutes. She said "Ok five more minutes, that's all right" and then turned to her friend and said, in the exact same tone of voice, "Can we go back to the boat? I'm running out of air." and they ran away towards the monkey bars.
There was a quite intense football game going on to my left, with a 2nd-grade-ish age girl clearly dominating the 4 boys she was playing with. I smiled at her as she was on the bottom of a dogpile, on top of the football, and later she decided to sit on the bench next to me. I said "You're kicking their butts, aren't you?" and she pointed and said "Well it's because he's a first grader" and then ran back into the game.
Of course, the inherent superiority that comes with being a second grader.
The first grade boy that she had pointed out ran by, saying "I'm too young to die!" and then immediately picked up his speed for a tackle.
Five boys, ranging in heights and ages it seems, were playing some fighting game, who knows. A very tow-headed, very small, and very indignant little girl stomped into the middle of them and screamed "I just wish everyone would get bloody noses!"
Kidlet #1 ran up to me with her friend, and kindly introduced me to said friend. I told her that her baby brother was getting sleepy, and I was getting cold, so she had five more minutes. She said "Ok five more minutes, that's all right" and then turned to her friend and said, in the exact same tone of voice, "Can we go back to the boat? I'm running out of air." and they ran away towards the monkey bars.
02 February 2009
Sunday Morning Talk Shows
This is a really nice article about the extended First Family. I especially enjoy everything about Craig Robinson... I'm hoping to someday be on the same DC to Oregon plane or something.
It's weird to think that I could run into someone really famous, or someone related to someone really famous, just by walking down the street in this city. I'd likely have no idea, because who can identify all 441 voting and non-voting Representatives by face alone? I could only pick David Wu, Earl Blumenauer, and Eleanor Holmes Norton from a crowd.
I mentioned Representatives because I'm pretty sure I know people who could pick out all 100 Senators from a crowd.
Today was 61 degrees here in the District. we are supposed to get snow and ice on Tuesday. Silly East Coast!
Bed? What?
It's weird to think that I could run into someone really famous, or someone related to someone really famous, just by walking down the street in this city. I'd likely have no idea, because who can identify all 441 voting and non-voting Representatives by face alone? I could only pick David Wu, Earl Blumenauer, and Eleanor Holmes Norton from a crowd.
I mentioned Representatives because I'm pretty sure I know people who could pick out all 100 Senators from a crowd.
Today was 61 degrees here in the District. we are supposed to get snow and ice on Tuesday. Silly East Coast!
Bed? What?
26 January 2009
The Drop-In
Reasons why this is the best semester that could ever happen:
+ Maeg is my roommate. 'Nuf said
+ I get to read Latin American, and quite often magical realist, literature every day.
+ I get to dance 3-4 times a week, and eventually probably 5 times a week
+ I get to study my most favorite era of American Presidents, Teddy Roosevelt through Bill Clinton, and I get to do it with Adam in my class!
+ I get to golf.
+ I can basically teach CPR and first aid with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind me, and so even though the professor is a complete dickwad, I get to learn something easy! that I already know! and get 3 credits, and recertified!
+ I get to nanny 3 adorable children, and then at the end of the day I get paid for it! And also at the end of the day I get to go home from the 3 children!
+ Can I just say Chamber Singers?
+ Can I just say Chamber Singers tour to Hungary and Romania?
+ I have recently really discovered my intense love of tea, so I get to drink tea!
+ Three of my professors are grandmas, and one is even the Queen of England!
+ President Obama. mmmmmhm.
+ haha Maeg just did a funny Sarah Palin impression!
+ Mock trial will be over by the third weekend in February, which is soon.
+ it will be SPRING and WARM soon! not only does this mean I can wear less than 3 layers at all times, it also means I can wear cute things!
+ I freaking LOVE DC and because of my (mostly) easy classes this semester, I will actually be able to spend time in it???? maybe.
+ I am finally me.
Reasons why this semester will not be as good as it COULD be:
- I won't get to see my adviser very frequently, because her office hours are in the middle of my giant block of classes on Mondays and Thursdays!!
- My first aid/CPR professor is a complete dickwad.
- ....
that's it.
Dear Mrs. Maeg's Mom:
You make freaking delicious brownies.
Love,
me
I think I'm psychic about good days. Yesterday night I declared to my sister "yay tomorrow, it will be a good day"
And it was!! I got up on time, got to class on time, classes were all good, Chamber Singers was a crazy laughing-fest, I made delicious rice in my rice maker, and then mock trial was another crazy laughing-fest, which was completely not productive other than the fact that it was really good bonding.
I have done this sort of predicting before. I enjoy this skill that I have.
About tomorrow I have no feeling, other than I know I will be very tired and cranky at 8:15 when I need to leave for 8:30 class with Professor Dickwad.
+ Maeg is my roommate. 'Nuf said
+ I get to read Latin American, and quite often magical realist, literature every day.
+ I get to dance 3-4 times a week, and eventually probably 5 times a week
+ I get to study my most favorite era of American Presidents, Teddy Roosevelt through Bill Clinton, and I get to do it with Adam in my class!
+ I get to golf.
+ I can basically teach CPR and first aid with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind me, and so even though the professor is a complete dickwad, I get to learn something easy! that I already know! and get 3 credits, and recertified!
+ I get to nanny 3 adorable children, and then at the end of the day I get paid for it! And also at the end of the day I get to go home from the 3 children!
+ Can I just say Chamber Singers?
+ Can I just say Chamber Singers tour to Hungary and Romania?
+ I have recently really discovered my intense love of tea, so I get to drink tea!
+ Three of my professors are grandmas, and one is even the Queen of England!
+ President Obama. mmmmmhm.
+ haha Maeg just did a funny Sarah Palin impression!
+ Mock trial will be over by the third weekend in February, which is soon.
+ it will be SPRING and WARM soon! not only does this mean I can wear less than 3 layers at all times, it also means I can wear cute things!
+ I freaking LOVE DC and because of my (mostly) easy classes this semester, I will actually be able to spend time in it???? maybe.
+ I am finally me.
Reasons why this semester will not be as good as it COULD be:
- I won't get to see my adviser very frequently, because her office hours are in the middle of my giant block of classes on Mondays and Thursdays!!
- My first aid/CPR professor is a complete dickwad.
- ....
that's it.
Dear Mrs. Maeg's Mom:
You make freaking delicious brownies.
Love,
me
I think I'm psychic about good days. Yesterday night I declared to my sister "yay tomorrow, it will be a good day"
And it was!! I got up on time, got to class on time, classes were all good, Chamber Singers was a crazy laughing-fest, I made delicious rice in my rice maker, and then mock trial was another crazy laughing-fest, which was completely not productive other than the fact that it was really good bonding.
I have done this sort of predicting before. I enjoy this skill that I have.
About tomorrow I have no feeling, other than I know I will be very tired and cranky at 8:15 when I need to leave for 8:30 class with Professor Dickwad.
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