Sometimes you want total silence. Sometimes it’s as scary as can be.
Trying to get some things done in the office. Cartoons are on and I’m trying to do paperwork. Mommy ears tune in and, knowing that the one-year-old can’t make it through a whole 30 minute show without getting totally bored, I wonder what he’s doing that he’s so quiet. I quietly climb over the baby gate that I have barricading my office door and sneak into the kitchen.
I find the one-year-old sitting in a pile of cheerios on the floor. He’d dumped out the box and had both arms in up to his shoulders. Searching for something? Who knows. He was making a mess, no more than usual though. So I left him be, he was happy, and I retreated back to the other side of my barricade. I’ll vacuum later.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Humpday
Everyone should only work 4 days a week. I was thinking Wednesday would be a nice day to have off. I had a job once where Wednesday was the day off I chose to take and it never felt like I had a Monday to deal with, just a Thursday and Friday, twice a week. It’s a fantastic break up of the week. Imagine how productive you’d be if you only had to work two days at a time, you’d always have a break to look forward to, in a positive-crunch-time sort of way.
Tuesday and Thursday would be terrible days to have off. You’d either always call in sick (and by sick I mean disinterested) on Mondays or Fridays. Yeah, Wednesday is good.
The problem is that if EVERYONE had Wednesday off, you couldn’t run any errands..on..your..day..off.... Solution: 1/3 of the population takes Mondays off, another 1/3 takes Wednesdays off, and the rest take Fridays off. Man, do I have it figured out or what!?....of course I’m self-employed, so it doesn’t apply to me...I work 8 days a week.
Tuesday and Thursday would be terrible days to have off. You’d either always call in sick (and by sick I mean disinterested) on Mondays or Fridays. Yeah, Wednesday is good.
The problem is that if EVERYONE had Wednesday off, you couldn’t run any errands..on..your..day..off.... Solution: 1/3 of the population takes Mondays off, another 1/3 takes Wednesdays off, and the rest take Fridays off. Man, do I have it figured out or what!?....of course I’m self-employed, so it doesn’t apply to me...I work 8 days a week.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Down on the corner
Went for a walk with the kids to get them out of the house. It was overcast but at least it wasn’t raining. The gray clouds brought out the green in the mountains so much it looked like I could expect to see a dinosaur walking down the slope at any moment. I never cared for Jurassic Park all that much as a kid, except for the beauty of it’s surroundings.
I live in a small town completely surrounded by mountains, and this time of year, it’s especially beautiful. I couldn’t stop staring at the landscape so much so that I nearly walked into a mailbox. Just kidding, we don’t have mail boxes here. It was a parked car, and really embarrassing.
I live in a small town completely surrounded by mountains, and this time of year, it’s especially beautiful. I couldn’t stop staring at the landscape so much so that I nearly walked into a mailbox. Just kidding, we don’t have mail boxes here. It was a parked car, and really embarrassing.
Monday, July 2, 2012
The car wash
Took my new (to me) vehicle through the car wash in town for the first time. It’s much bigger than the Explorer I used to have. Now I have an Excursion, which is at least 50% larger, I’m sure. So trying to be efficient with my time, I took a spray bottle and rag with me and gave the interior a good wipe down while the car wash did the rest.
The car was dark. I would have been better off just relaxing and drinking my coffee in the car wash because you can’t detail in the dark! I realized this halfway through and put the cleaner away (besides not being able to open the window...choke, choke). Then I sneezed and spilled coffee, (fortunately?) on my leg, not my cloth seats.
Time to drive through the “spot-free” dryer, which is a joke. 60 seconds will not get you spot free. Plus, my car being a lot longer than I remember, I just got the windshield mostly dry.
IF ONLY they would keep the dryer on a timer for 2 minutes, I may have the chance for a spot-free dry. But then again, I doubt I would sit there for 2 minutes, especially if someone were waiting to get in.
When I lived in South Florida, there was this awesome car wash that you drove up to, picked your wash from a menu bigger than most diners have, wait in the waiting room, and 15 minutes later you’ve got a new-looking car, in and out. So worth the $25.
So now I spend $8 and have something to write about.
The car was dark. I would have been better off just relaxing and drinking my coffee in the car wash because you can’t detail in the dark! I realized this halfway through and put the cleaner away (besides not being able to open the window...choke, choke). Then I sneezed and spilled coffee, (fortunately?) on my leg, not my cloth seats.
Time to drive through the “spot-free” dryer, which is a joke. 60 seconds will not get you spot free. Plus, my car being a lot longer than I remember, I just got the windshield mostly dry.
IF ONLY they would keep the dryer on a timer for 2 minutes, I may have the chance for a spot-free dry. But then again, I doubt I would sit there for 2 minutes, especially if someone were waiting to get in.
When I lived in South Florida, there was this awesome car wash that you drove up to, picked your wash from a menu bigger than most diners have, wait in the waiting room, and 15 minutes later you’ve got a new-looking car, in and out. So worth the $25.
So now I spend $8 and have something to write about.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
The last place you look
Today I did some searching, not soul searching, but certainly up there on importance. My husband couldn’t find a very important part for a job coming up. We searched the house, assuming the kids took it, which would have been deserving for having left it in their reach to begin with, something I still do.
Though I wasn’t the one to lose the part, I’m still half owner in the company, so it is going to cost me time and money not to find it. I searched every room in the house. I even played pick-up sticks with the toys in the toy box, removing each one very slowly and quietly as the baby was sleeping 4 feet away. He didn’t even stir. I was always good at that game, and card houses.
It was trash day. I couldn’t risk the part getting thrown out, so I pulled the two weeks worth of trash bags off the curb and gloved up. Didn’t find the part, though I did find my eyeliner, some money, my kid’s race car, and some scrapbooking supplies I couldn’t find yesterday.
It was NO WHERE in the house or garage. The only place left to look was outside...on the deck...in the kids’ drawing easel. If only I could’ve check the last place first, I wouldn’t be debating on whether to keep my eyeliner or not...
Though I wasn’t the one to lose the part, I’m still half owner in the company, so it is going to cost me time and money not to find it. I searched every room in the house. I even played pick-up sticks with the toys in the toy box, removing each one very slowly and quietly as the baby was sleeping 4 feet away. He didn’t even stir. I was always good at that game, and card houses.
It was trash day. I couldn’t risk the part getting thrown out, so I pulled the two weeks worth of trash bags off the curb and gloved up. Didn’t find the part, though I did find my eyeliner, some money, my kid’s race car, and some scrapbooking supplies I couldn’t find yesterday.
It was NO WHERE in the house or garage. The only place left to look was outside...on the deck...in the kids’ drawing easel. If only I could’ve check the last place first, I wouldn’t be debating on whether to keep my eyeliner or not...
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Small town behavior
I took my in-laws to the post office today so they could ship their back-up winter clothes they shipped here, in case it snowed, in June. They were still putting tape and labels on their 40-lb box, out of the line, when a man walked in and waited behind them. They politely let him know they weren't in line yet. His response was "Well, maybe by the time the two people in line get done you'll be ready. I'll save your spot just in case."
Within 5 minutes they were done and ready to get in line as 6 people had come in behind him. He still gave them their spot, which put them first in line. They took a while at the counter, inquiring about every price combination there was. As we left, we thanked the man, who then responded, "Hey, what's the point of living in a small town if we can't do things like this?"
The thing about living in a town with a population of 4000 is that you are guaranteed to see the same people all over the place. If you are rude and impatient, you'll be branded and remembered that way. If you are nice to every one who crosses your path, you'll hardly be noticed, which is a good thing, because then you belong.
Within 5 minutes they were done and ready to get in line as 6 people had come in behind him. He still gave them their spot, which put them first in line. They took a while at the counter, inquiring about every price combination there was. As we left, we thanked the man, who then responded, "Hey, what's the point of living in a small town if we can't do things like this?"
The thing about living in a town with a population of 4000 is that you are guaranteed to see the same people all over the place. If you are rude and impatient, you'll be branded and remembered that way. If you are nice to every one who crosses your path, you'll hardly be noticed, which is a good thing, because then you belong.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Shifting the blame
Why is it that we automatically blame other people for, well, everything?
For example:
*Trips over shoe in the middle of the night*
(Screams in head) “HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL....oh, I guess those aren’t my husband’s Jimmy Choos in the middle of the floor...”
Is it just me that does this? Or do we all do this with people we love and see all the time? Interestingly though, we will blame ourselves, make ourselves look like the bad guy, when we hope to never see the person again. For example: “It’s not you, it’s me.” Oh, really? Yet, we have no problem blaming our husbands/wives/brothers/sisters on default, even if it’s never spoken out loud. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?
Not really surprising, though, when you look back to our first parents.
God: ‘Adam, you ate the fruit I told you not to.’
Adam: ‘It’s not MY fault! It’s that woman YOU gave me that got me to eat it!’
Hmm...maybe the forbidden fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree?
For example:
*Trips over shoe in the middle of the night*
(Screams in head) “HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL....oh, I guess those aren’t my husband’s Jimmy Choos in the middle of the floor...”
Is it just me that does this? Or do we all do this with people we love and see all the time? Interestingly though, we will blame ourselves, make ourselves look like the bad guy, when we hope to never see the person again. For example: “It’s not you, it’s me.” Oh, really? Yet, we have no problem blaming our husbands/wives/brothers/sisters on default, even if it’s never spoken out loud. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?
Not really surprising, though, when you look back to our first parents.
God: ‘Adam, you ate the fruit I told you not to.’
Adam: ‘It’s not MY fault! It’s that woman YOU gave me that got me to eat it!’
Hmm...maybe the forbidden fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree?
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