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- Yesterday I worked 8am-10pm (many thanks to my sister for keeping me from dying of boredom after I ran out of internets at 8:30pm; we discussed smallpox, syphillis, and pernicious anemia, as one does). Then I woke up about every half hour all night - every time to heat came on - because the air vents made some noise that kept triggering my "a child is crying downstairs" reflex. Yawn.
- It's cold in Georgia. Even the NYTimes noticed! http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/09/us/09georgia.html There's a mall in the ATL that makes snow outside every hour from 6-9pm on weekends, and I think we are going to try to go on Saturday. My kids are in love with the idea of snow. Simple frost on the windshield of the car had them shouting with excitement this morning. It's ridiculous, but very cute.
- My Girl Scout rant issues continue. I faxed in an RSVP on Friday 12/3, the stated deadline, for my troop to attend an event on Saturday 12/11, and was supposed to receive an email confirming the time (they are scheduling the troops). On Monday I emailed the contact just to check if the fax had been received. She was out of the office but said she would check with them. On Tuesday, not having heard from her, I emailed back. She said she hadn't been able to reach anyone ion the office, but I should give her my troop's info directly and she could register us. I did. On Wednesday, not having heard from her, I emailed again, just to say, "are we registered?" On Thursday morning I called the office, where they told me a) she was the only person who could register troops for this event in their system, b) she was out of the office all week but working from home some and c) the office was "crazy" this week and closed early yesterday and today. The event is now in less than 48 hours and I was supposed to - an email just came in. We are confirmed. Good grief, though. I mean, honestly? Who sets a deadline of Friday the week before an event (in 6 locations across Georgia, all RSVPing through one office) and then takes the next week off? When she's the only one who can register people?
- We are going to buy a digital piano as the big family Christmas gift this year. We went in to a local independent store and looked at them, but then I looked on Craigslist and there is a used one for sale in Atlanta for half what they want in the store for a used one, same model. I feel guilty about not patronizing my local store - worse, patronizing and then not buying from them - but saving $250 is not to be sneezed at. We're getting a Yamaha P-60 (replaced now by the P-95), which is an 88-key, weighted machine, with good sound (8 sounds total), and a midi export line so we can buy a $100 cable and hook it up to Garage Band if we want to. I am looking at piano lessons for me, maybe.
- I am sort half done Christmas shopping. I hope to accomplish a lot this weekend in the city, at the Fernbank Natural History Museum gift shop, and the big mall where it snows. mr. flea is under strict orders to make some headway in dealing with his family (i.e. acquiring suggestions, which is their practice) by Saturday.
- I am so tired.
Could this be it, please?
Apr. 10th, 2010 05:58 pmTwo and a half weeks ago, Casper broke her thumb.
Last weekend, a pipe burst in our bathroom ceiling.
Today we set out to deal with the bathroom - hit Lowe's at 8:30 am, kids in tow. We bought a shop vac, pipes, and stuff, and headed home.
Dillo and I had fun watching mr. flea cut chunks out of the bathroom ceiling. Mold was already beginning on the wet drywall, so it was a good thing. (The homeowners insurance people are coming Tuesday morning, and they said to go ahead and open up the ceiling.)
We took a break at 11:45 so I could get a ride into an event at work. The car, on startup, made a horrible sort of valve-ish noise, and would not start. mr. flea thinks the engine may just have up and died (for no particular reason - the car is 10 years old, and it's a Ford, so we weren't expecting it to run forever, but I hardly expected the engine to go!)
The tow, which we called at 12:45, didn't come until 2:30. Since the dealer (to which the car was being towed) closed at 2:00, mr. flea couldn't ride along and pick up a rental car. We've looked at other options but I think he's going to call their courtesy shuttle on Monday morning and run out there then to get a rental (it's cheap, and they have a courtesy van!)
We're pretty resigned to the idea that this means a new car. (A 2000 Ford Focus is worth almost nothing; certainly not the price of a new engine!) Yes, we wanted to get a roof, but maybe we'll get a car instead.
None of these are huge, catastrophic catastrophes. But I'm getting a little tired of lurching from one crisis to another, and would like a little break. Please?
Last weekend, a pipe burst in our bathroom ceiling.
Today we set out to deal with the bathroom - hit Lowe's at 8:30 am, kids in tow. We bought a shop vac, pipes, and stuff, and headed home.
Dillo and I had fun watching mr. flea cut chunks out of the bathroom ceiling. Mold was already beginning on the wet drywall, so it was a good thing. (The homeowners insurance people are coming Tuesday morning, and they said to go ahead and open up the ceiling.)
We took a break at 11:45 so I could get a ride into an event at work. The car, on startup, made a horrible sort of valve-ish noise, and would not start. mr. flea thinks the engine may just have up and died (for no particular reason - the car is 10 years old, and it's a Ford, so we weren't expecting it to run forever, but I hardly expected the engine to go!)
The tow, which we called at 12:45, didn't come until 2:30. Since the dealer (to which the car was being towed) closed at 2:00, mr. flea couldn't ride along and pick up a rental car. We've looked at other options but I think he's going to call their courtesy shuttle on Monday morning and run out there then to get a rental (it's cheap, and they have a courtesy van!)
We're pretty resigned to the idea that this means a new car. (A 2000 Ford Focus is worth almost nothing; certainly not the price of a new engine!) Yes, we wanted to get a roof, but maybe we'll get a car instead.
None of these are huge, catastrophic catastrophes. But I'm getting a little tired of lurching from one crisis to another, and would like a little break. Please?
i can haz bedtime?
Feb. 28th, 2008 07:56 pmToday I:
woke up at 6
dressed self and 2 kids
packed lunches
went to work
worked
all day
actually did a lot of work
came home, picking up Dillo
cooked dinner
ate dinner and fed family
washed some dishes
went to a memorial/open house (with children)
came home
read books
nursed Dillo to sleep
put in laundry
[points to subject line]
woke up at 6
dressed self and 2 kids
packed lunches
went to work
worked
all day
actually did a lot of work
came home, picking up Dillo
cooked dinner
ate dinner and fed family
washed some dishes
went to a memorial/open house (with children)
came home
read books
nursed Dillo to sleep
put in laundry
[points to subject line]
the report is there is nothing to report
Feb. 17th, 2006 12:45 pmI have been falling through this week - not terribly busy at work until yesterday afternoon, when the contractors from Utah started relabeling our collection into LC and my boss started freaking out, but not having anything interesting sparking in my head as a form of procrastination. I'm tired a lot - I've been sleeping poorly, falling asleep at 8:30 while mr. flea reads to the Fuss and then restless and wakeful from 2am on. I've probably been up before 5 every day this week. Minor sore back from uncomfortable sleeping positions. Need to start stretching - I have a yoga tape but a broken VCR, and a functional DVD player but no yoga DVD. Have missed most of the Olympics; why can't they have a 6-8pm broadcast for the tiny kiddies and the exhausted?
It will be drear and cold again this weekend, and mr. flea is banging out a paper for Monday so will be working lots. (Paper is for a cool conference in Montreal, where we have family and I've never been, but we can't afford to all go and it's in June, anyway, when I will be built like a bus and disallowed from travel.)
It will be drear and cold again this weekend, and mr. flea is banging out a paper for Monday so will be working lots. (Paper is for a cool conference in Montreal, where we have family and I've never been, but we can't afford to all go and it's in June, anyway, when I will be built like a bus and disallowed from travel.)
