Just thought I would post for those who knew the good ole' 1988 Chevy Nova (my first car)... it finally died.
My dad took possession of the Nova 4 years ago when I upgraded to something slightly more reliable when Molly was born. At that point, it burned oil and I would have to add oil every few days religiously or risk burning up the engine.
Alas, dear old Dad forgot this bit of important information recently and killed my beloved car.
Farewell dear friend. God speed to the great salvage yard in the sky.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
It's Curtains For You
Sometimes things just snowball in your life. One little decision ends up making for a whole lot of work. Exhibit A.
About 6 months ago, Drew saw a pool table at Sam's Club. The man has been obsessed with having a pool table for as long as I've known him and in a moment of weakness, I said what the hey.
The problem was that the pool table was going to have to go on the 3rd floor which was full of random crap and storage. So, after cleaning out the attic, up the pool table went. The pool table was soon joined by a foosball table, 2 leather recliners and the requisite TV. And thus, the "man cave" was born.
The next thing I hear is that he wants to paint the man room but he didn't know what color. So I have this lady come in to tell us what color to paint the man room and just for fun, the rest of the house.
Inspired, I picked up a roller and began painting: dining room, sunroom, powder room, family room, office, the hallways, Molly's room, Brody's room, and our bedroom. (Do you notice what room still has not been touched by a coat of paint?) So after painting all the walls, I decided that my window treatments were completely sub par, and began the quest for the perfect fabric by which to sew new curtains. Today, I began sewing the last set of curtains. And all I can say is Oy Vey am I tired.
I'm off now to thank Drew for buying the pool table. I can't believe how much work it's caused.
About 6 months ago, Drew saw a pool table at Sam's Club. The man has been obsessed with having a pool table for as long as I've known him and in a moment of weakness, I said what the hey.
The problem was that the pool table was going to have to go on the 3rd floor which was full of random crap and storage. So, after cleaning out the attic, up the pool table went. The pool table was soon joined by a foosball table, 2 leather recliners and the requisite TV. And thus, the "man cave" was born.
The next thing I hear is that he wants to paint the man room but he didn't know what color. So I have this lady come in to tell us what color to paint the man room and just for fun, the rest of the house.
Inspired, I picked up a roller and began painting: dining room, sunroom, powder room, family room, office, the hallways, Molly's room, Brody's room, and our bedroom. (Do you notice what room still has not been touched by a coat of paint?) So after painting all the walls, I decided that my window treatments were completely sub par, and began the quest for the perfect fabric by which to sew new curtains. Today, I began sewing the last set of curtains. And all I can say is Oy Vey am I tired.
I'm off now to thank Drew for buying the pool table. I can't believe how much work it's caused.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Boogers
In my opinion there is one event in the life of a child that is the most momentous. Is it that first smile? Very sweet, but no. The first tentative steps. No. Sleeping through the night? Using the potty? Both exciting, but no and no. My friends, the most important day in the life of a small child is the day that he learns to blow his own nose.
I have just spent the last 2 weeks dealing with sick, snotty children. Molly will blow her nose. She hates it, but she will do it if bribed with candy. Brody however is no where near able to blow his nose.
And thus the aforementioned Pinky Dinky Do game "Eat It or Wear It." In this game Pinky will show an object like a banana for instance. Children must decided whether you should eat it or wear it. In the case of the banana, the answer is obviously eat it (for most).
In the case of boogers, for those of you without children, the answer is also quite obvious. Neither. Boogers are certainly not considered by most to be fit for consumption nor do they provide beautiful accessories to your outfit.
But, if you are my son, the most wonderful Brody, your answer is BOTH!!!
You have not lived until you have watched your perfect baby become the most disgusting creature on the planet. A snot monster. And what fun is it if you don't cover both yourself and your mother in it?
So, until he learns to blow, I will just wear yellow shirts and grey sweatpants in an attempt to camouflage the fact that I am indeed covered in snot.
I have just spent the last 2 weeks dealing with sick, snotty children. Molly will blow her nose. She hates it, but she will do it if bribed with candy. Brody however is no where near able to blow his nose.
And thus the aforementioned Pinky Dinky Do game "Eat It or Wear It." In this game Pinky will show an object like a banana for instance. Children must decided whether you should eat it or wear it. In the case of the banana, the answer is obviously eat it (for most).
In the case of boogers, for those of you without children, the answer is also quite obvious. Neither. Boogers are certainly not considered by most to be fit for consumption nor do they provide beautiful accessories to your outfit.
But, if you are my son, the most wonderful Brody, your answer is BOTH!!!
You have not lived until you have watched your perfect baby become the most disgusting creature on the planet. A snot monster. And what fun is it if you don't cover both yourself and your mother in it?
So, until he learns to blow, I will just wear yellow shirts and grey sweatpants in an attempt to camouflage the fact that I am indeed covered in snot.
Alone.
I'm doing this blog for two reasons.
1. Drew is in California and after much praying and cajoling, I have two sleeping children. Thus, I am alone with nothing but time on my hands. I just finished my second book in a week and my brain is too tired to comprehend any more words on a page. So I turned on the old Philips Magnavox.
2. There is NOTHING on TV. Seriously. Nothing. You know it's bad when you click onto a show that you never watch just because and 5 minutes into it you realize that you've already seen it. Twice. Between the reality shows (spent several minutes watching Celebrity Rehab) and the awful game shows (Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?? - Um. Most days.) I have given up.
Please. For the love of God. If you are a writer in Hollywood, PLEASE go back to work.
Anyway, thanks to the striking writers, I turned to the only media left that is quiet enough to not wake said sleepers - the Internet. And even here I found very little:
Email - More spam and 4000 more eagle photos from my parents.
MySpace - Like a Virgin wants to be my friend and I have no new messages or comments.
Charlotte Mommies - More of the same.
Searched Vicki's and Frederick's for a Valentine's present for Drew to no avail. (Do these companies not understand the sex appeal of flannel??!!)
So that brings me here. To the blog. I love reading my friend's blogs. I love reading stranger's blogs. I do not assume that anything that I have to put out into the universe is worth reading. However, due to pure unadulterated boredom I am putting it out there anyway.
And that's it. I've got nothing left. I have now wasted enough time this evening that I am tired enough to go to bed.
Tomorrow I will pontificate on boogers. We will play Molly's favorite game from Pinky Dinky Do - "Eat It or Wear It?"
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