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Overall it was pretty neat...
But I have to say, I was a bit surprised by the prices... $19,999.00 for a desk? (A REPRODUCTION) desk? What would the Keno brothers have to say about that!?!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Williamsburg!
On the way back to the NJ we stopped in colonial Williamsburg...
Overall it was pretty neat...
But I have to say, I was a bit surprised by the prices... $19,999.00 for a desk? (A REPRODUCTION) desk? What would the Keno brothers have to say about that!?!
Overall it was pretty neat...But I have to say, I was a bit surprised by the prices... $19,999.00 for a desk? (A REPRODUCTION) desk? What would the Keno brothers have to say about that!?!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
This Evening...
So tonight I went out with some of the ladies from high school. Indeed, I've known one of the ladies since the fifth grade, if my memory serves me correctly. It's always so funny when you see people after a long time and they really do look the same! Thankfully, I have better hair now then I did the last time they all saw me. It's also amazing to think that we each have children-- who would think we'd all be old enough to have little people of our own running around! Here's to visiting the ancestral homestead!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Georgia Aquarium!
Today we visited the Georgia Aquarium!
And then we got lunch at The Varsity!
And then we saw these goofballs on the Segway tour of Atlanta!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
It's All Thisbe's Fault
So, years and years ago not long after I moved to the city and started at the Job, Thisbe was kind enough to teach me how to knit. At the time there was quite a little knitting resurgence going on and I jumped on the craft bandwagon. After all, knitting ran "deep through our veins!" since it was Grandma who knitted a creamsicle orange one-shouldered pantsuit for my Barbie doll when I was a kid (and she didn't even use a pattern!) (I do have to say, the pantsuit design was mine, color choice I believe was left up to whatever Grandma had left in her odds and ends of un-used "pound of love" yarn skeins bought at the local Pearl.
Flash forward to present day where I have a ridiculously large yarn stash and am slowly trying to make my way through a long list of projects. The Mom tells me that there's this great knitting store in town and I'm thinking: okay, I'll go because I always love a good yarn store, but I can't buy anything because I've already got more yarn than you can shake a knitting needle at.
So, we visited the Whole Nine Yarns in Woodstock and can I say, what a fabulous place?!? Its not only got an amazing selection of top quality designer yarns and notions but then it has this glorious sitting area where one can sit and knit! While walking around I saw a lovely little angora hat (made with a multi-colored Louisa Harding angora blend). The store had a free pattern for the hat and it can be made with only one skein! How could I pass that up?
Now I'm home and I can't wait to start making the hat but I've told myself I have to finish my bolero sweater first. Its with Noro Silk Garden and a pattern called Halfobi. Knit all in one piece it is going faster than imagined... Will post pictures soon!!
Flash forward to present day where I have a ridiculously large yarn stash and am slowly trying to make my way through a long list of projects. The Mom tells me that there's this great knitting store in town and I'm thinking: okay, I'll go because I always love a good yarn store, but I can't buy anything because I've already got more yarn than you can shake a knitting needle at.
So, we visited the Whole Nine Yarns in Woodstock and can I say, what a fabulous place?!? Its not only got an amazing selection of top quality designer yarns and notions but then it has this glorious sitting area where one can sit and knit! While walking around I saw a lovely little angora hat (made with a multi-colored Louisa Harding angora blend). The store had a free pattern for the hat and it can be made with only one skein! How could I pass that up?
Now I'm home and I can't wait to start making the hat but I've told myself I have to finish my bolero sweater first. Its with Noro Silk Garden and a pattern called Halfobi. Knit all in one piece it is going faster than imagined... Will post pictures soon!!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Jury Duty!
Today I came back to the Ancestral Homestead and I notice some opened mail with my name on it. It was a jury duty notice that the Dad had opened on my behalf. Dad also went ahead and called Cobb County on my behalf to complain.
I turned my Georgia Driver's License in to the State of New York back in 2000! Hell, I moved from New York to New Jersey in 2004! (Speaking of which, I actually served on a jury in New York back in 2003, or thereabouts, one tries to forget jury duty, especially in New York!).
Now, what would have happened if my parents had moved and someone random had gotten my jury duty thingie and no one had forwarded it to me? And, I love how the jury duty notification indicates that "persons not living in Cobb County are ineligible to serve" (as if one wants, desperately to serve, but unfortunately you're just not qualified). To add insult to injury, in order to convince the county that I am "ineligible", I have to include "proof of my new address" when sending back the form. Proof of my "NEW" address? I've lived in my house for five years and that's the second place I've lived since I left the state!
Let's not even discuss all of the personal information they want you to fill out like employer, length of employment, nature of employment, spouse's employer, favorite color, favorite number and zodiac sign.
The best part of this story is that my Dad, when leaving the message with Cobb County, asks the key question-- how can he have lived here for 25 years and never been called for jury duty and yet I've lived out of state for 9 years and just got called.
(Finally, in the world of coincidences, the Husband just got called back home)...
I turned my Georgia Driver's License in to the State of New York back in 2000! Hell, I moved from New York to New Jersey in 2004! (Speaking of which, I actually served on a jury in New York back in 2003, or thereabouts, one tries to forget jury duty, especially in New York!).
Now, what would have happened if my parents had moved and someone random had gotten my jury duty thingie and no one had forwarded it to me? And, I love how the jury duty notification indicates that "persons not living in Cobb County are ineligible to serve" (as if one wants, desperately to serve, but unfortunately you're just not qualified). To add insult to injury, in order to convince the county that I am "ineligible", I have to include "proof of my new address" when sending back the form. Proof of my "NEW" address? I've lived in my house for five years and that's the second place I've lived since I left the state!
Let's not even discuss all of the personal information they want you to fill out like employer, length of employment, nature of employment, spouse's employer, favorite color, favorite number and zodiac sign.
The best part of this story is that my Dad, when leaving the message with Cobb County, asks the key question-- how can he have lived here for 25 years and never been called for jury duty and yet I've lived out of state for 9 years and just got called.
(Finally, in the world of coincidences, the Husband just got called back home)...
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Today's Adventure
Today I had lunch with MCM, a friend from High School. It was fun to see her after so many years! We went to Pure Taqueria in Alpharetta. In Dave's honor I finally tried some fish tacos! They were pretty darn good!
Then it was on to an emergency dentist appointment. Last year I had a wisdom tooth pulled because it was impacted and I kept getting these goofy gum infections. On the way down to SC I felt like I was getting another one and it just wasn't getting any better. Go to the dentist and they ended up cauterizing my gum. Afterwards my mouth tasted just like barbeque. That was a lot less fun than the fish tacos.
Then it was on to an emergency dentist appointment. Last year I had a wisdom tooth pulled because it was impacted and I kept getting these goofy gum infections. On the way down to SC I felt like I was getting another one and it just wasn't getting any better. Go to the dentist and they ended up cauterizing my gum. Afterwards my mouth tasted just like barbeque. That was a lot less fun than the fish tacos.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The Past Few Days, or So I Guess I Really Am in Georgia
As you may know, the Fam took a road trip this past Friday to visit the Husband's fam for a mini-vaca in Myrtle Beach (or, more technically, Pawley's Island, SC). I had wanted to return our last Redbox rental before we got on the road but didn't have the chance, so I figured I'd give that whole "return it to any location" thing a try. Yup, I crossed state lines with a Redbox rental. And, when I say cross state lines I mean 7 states and a district. So, today was our first full day with the Mom and Dad at the Ancestral Homestead (to borrow a Thisbe-ism) in Marietta. A fun day was had by all and after Miss B. hit the sack the Dad and I decided to catch a flick. We headed over to the local multiplex to see the 10:45 showing of The Hangover. The Dad and I hot-rodded it over to the theater in his fancy-schmancy Chevy SSR convertible pick-up. Can I take a moment here to mention how much the Dad takes care of this vehicle? For instance, it's under a car-cover (a special, SSR specific, form-fitted car-cover)when it's in the garage. It's been waxed so much it's actually slippery to the touch and the leather interior has been armor-alled to within an inch of its life so you actually have to take care not to just slip out of the seat, as if you were covered in PAM. Point being: this is one well-maintained automobile. It's show quality.
SO. After the flick we were on a mission to finally return my out-of-state Redbox. The Dad has informed me that the Redbox kiosks are located in the lobbies of all of the Wal-Marts. First Wal-Mart? Closed. So we head over to the Wal-Mart on Highway 92 in Woodstock. It's Huge. It's more than a superstore, it's a football field of savings. It's a grocery store and a shopping mall all under one roof and at 1:15am it's got about 12 people inside. We parked and I was a bit surprised that the Dad left the convertible top down.
We go in and the Redbox was actually re-booting. I don't know when they actually stock the machines with the Tuesday new releases but I will say that we were certainly the first people to have access. Then we did some browsing. We picked up a Mr. Potato Head for Miss B., got a giant bag of dum dums. We were being leisurely. We looked for Nantucket Nectars and Tasty-Kake products. We bought a bag of ice. We got stuck in line behind a woman buying cigarettes for her children (sure, they were teenagers, but still).
Then we headed out to the car, loaded our goodies in the covered pick-up bed and the Dad went around to get in to the driver's side. As I'm walking to get into my side, he says to me: "Don't get in the car. There's a Creature in the car."
WHAT? (For some reason, the first thing I thought was tarantula. I have no idea why).
The Dad comes around to my side and opens my door. There we find:
A baby lamb in the passenger seat. (All I could think of was the tiger in the back of that mercedes in The Hangover). I was just waiting for either hoof prints on the pristine leather seats, or god forbid on the paintjob.
Yup. It was about 1:30am. We're in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart. There's a cloven-hooved animal in the passenger seat of our car. I guess I really am back in Georgia.
So, now what? The Dad tried to coax it out of the car but Lambchop was perfectly contended to stay where she was. Apparently, she wasn't bothered by the leather seats. There's nobody in the parking lot, the Dad doesn't want to try and move the lamb, lest we scare her and really even if we did get it out of the car, we can't just leave her in the parking lot.
Thus the police were called. I dialed 911 and asked for the non-emergency number. The dispatcher said he could try and help and asked what the problem was. Have you ever had to convince someone that you're neither drunk nor crazy and that yes, indeed, there is a displaced farm animal in your car? I just tried to remain calm and acknowledge that the situation sounded odd and emphasize that the car is a convertible and the top was down (clearly making it an attractive nuisance for lamb-depositors).
A little while later two police cruisers showed up. Both officers admitted that they'd never been out on a call like this before. (To be honest, I'm sure they were glad it really was just a stray lamb and not a hold-up at the Wal-Mart). One officer just bent down and scooped up Lambchop nice as could be and proceeded to hold on to her while the other radioed for someone at animal control to come and take her away. We had seen three college-age guys coming out of the store (I say they looked suspicious) and a couple who were parked next to us came out of the store while the officers were there and they said that they didn't notice anything in the car when they parked, but that they also noticed the college guys.
Random prank? Abandoned pet? Does a baby lamb in a pick-up truck at a Wal-Mart after midnight have some sort of cosmic or religious significance? You decide. But the one thing I'm sure of is that I doubt this would have happened if I was in New Jersey.
SO. After the flick we were on a mission to finally return my out-of-state Redbox. The Dad has informed me that the Redbox kiosks are located in the lobbies of all of the Wal-Marts. First Wal-Mart? Closed. So we head over to the Wal-Mart on Highway 92 in Woodstock. It's Huge. It's more than a superstore, it's a football field of savings. It's a grocery store and a shopping mall all under one roof and at 1:15am it's got about 12 people inside. We parked and I was a bit surprised that the Dad left the convertible top down.
We go in and the Redbox was actually re-booting. I don't know when they actually stock the machines with the Tuesday new releases but I will say that we were certainly the first people to have access. Then we did some browsing. We picked up a Mr. Potato Head for Miss B., got a giant bag of dum dums. We were being leisurely. We looked for Nantucket Nectars and Tasty-Kake products. We bought a bag of ice. We got stuck in line behind a woman buying cigarettes for her children (sure, they were teenagers, but still).
Then we headed out to the car, loaded our goodies in the covered pick-up bed and the Dad went around to get in to the driver's side. As I'm walking to get into my side, he says to me: "Don't get in the car. There's a Creature in the car."
WHAT? (For some reason, the first thing I thought was tarantula. I have no idea why).
The Dad comes around to my side and opens my door. There we find:
A baby lamb in the passenger seat. (All I could think of was the tiger in the back of that mercedes in The Hangover). I was just waiting for either hoof prints on the pristine leather seats, or god forbid on the paintjob.
Yup. It was about 1:30am. We're in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart. There's a cloven-hooved animal in the passenger seat of our car. I guess I really am back in Georgia.
So, now what? The Dad tried to coax it out of the car but Lambchop was perfectly contended to stay where she was. Apparently, she wasn't bothered by the leather seats. There's nobody in the parking lot, the Dad doesn't want to try and move the lamb, lest we scare her and really even if we did get it out of the car, we can't just leave her in the parking lot.
Thus the police were called. I dialed 911 and asked for the non-emergency number. The dispatcher said he could try and help and asked what the problem was. Have you ever had to convince someone that you're neither drunk nor crazy and that yes, indeed, there is a displaced farm animal in your car? I just tried to remain calm and acknowledge that the situation sounded odd and emphasize that the car is a convertible and the top was down (clearly making it an attractive nuisance for lamb-depositors).
A little while later two police cruisers showed up. Both officers admitted that they'd never been out on a call like this before. (To be honest, I'm sure they were glad it really was just a stray lamb and not a hold-up at the Wal-Mart). One officer just bent down and scooped up Lambchop nice as could be and proceeded to hold on to her while the other radioed for someone at animal control to come and take her away. We had seen three college-age guys coming out of the store (I say they looked suspicious) and a couple who were parked next to us came out of the store while the officers were there and they said that they didn't notice anything in the car when they parked, but that they also noticed the college guys.
Random prank? Abandoned pet? Does a baby lamb in a pick-up truck at a Wal-Mart after midnight have some sort of cosmic or religious significance? You decide. But the one thing I'm sure of is that I doubt this would have happened if I was in New Jersey.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Jumpy Jumpy
Yes, that would be me trying out the "Euro-Bungee" in the Coastal Grand Mall in Myrtle Beach. This Bungee kiosk was run by Ari and Avi two Israeli guys that had a certain "Don't Mess with the Zohan" about them. It was unique to say the least.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Pronunciation
So today at Gymboree Miss B. was asking for "socks" (which sounds more like "sucks"). You don't even want to know what "fork" sounds like!
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Pictures Stolen from
the Mom blog
Grandma and Grandpa on their wedding day... how dapper!
Grandpa, golfing.... or as we like to call this picture "Weekend at Bernie's"
Grandma and Grandpa on their wedding day... how dapper!
Grandpa, golfing.... or as we like to call this picture "Weekend at Bernie's"
Monday, July 06, 2009
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Saturday, July 04, 2009
Friday, July 03, 2009
Fireworks!
Tonight we watched Fireworks thanks to the Spirit of Princeton organization. The fireworks display started just after 9:15pm and could be viewed from the playing fields right next to the Princeton University Football stadium.
We got there early and the Husband picked out a great spot for us on the lawn. I had packed a picnic dinner and the weather was beautiful! Our picnic included tuna salad in pita pockets (but not just any tuna-- a combination of albacore and italian tuna with red onion, capers, lemon and pepper), home made mini blueberry muffins, deviled eggs, pesto pasta salad, macaroni salad, two kinds of chips, salad with dried cranberries and balsamic vinagrette, fresh fruit and cheese and a baguette thrown in for good measure. We also had cookies for dessert.
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This is Miss B.'s reaction after the first of the fireworks...
They put on a great show!
Happy 2nd of July!
We got there early and the Husband picked out a great spot for us on the lawn. I had packed a picnic dinner and the weather was beautiful! Our picnic included tuna salad in pita pockets (but not just any tuna-- a combination of albacore and italian tuna with red onion, capers, lemon and pepper), home made mini blueberry muffins, deviled eggs, pesto pasta salad, macaroni salad, two kinds of chips, salad with dried cranberries and balsamic vinagrette, fresh fruit and cheese and a baguette thrown in for good measure. We also had cookies for dessert.
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This is Miss B.'s reaction after the first of the fireworks...
They put on a great show!
Happy 2nd of July!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Grounds for Sculpture
Today we visited the Grounds for Sculpture in Hamilton.On the way there one passes a giant molar on the side of the road. Not sure why.
Miss B. really got a kick out of the prayer bell!
A play on a French impressionist favorite...
Interesting shapes and whatnot...
This was pretty neat...
A rare glimpse at the author...
There were quite a few of these folks wandering the grounds while we were there...
As we all know, Miss B. loves sculpture!
Deviled Eggs
a new way.
A good, but sad, read.
Counter advice to Master Oogway's contention that there are no accidents, or perhaps, coincidences.
Finally, Frugal Paris.
So sometimes we love the Times.
A good, but sad, read.
Counter advice to Master Oogway's contention that there are no accidents, or perhaps, coincidences.
Finally, Frugal Paris.
So sometimes we love the Times.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
IKEA
Thirtysomething Mommy just had a post about Ikea and it reminded me of living in Paris in the summer of '98 with the Mom, on the eponymous Rue de la Clef.
We had been to Ikea before-- namely the one off exit 13A of the turnpike in Elizabeth. Nothing says touching down at Newark Liberty Airport quite like seeing the giant "13A/IKEA" sign across the runway.
Then, when we were making the drive one day from Paris out to what was then "Eurodisney" and is now "Disneyland Paris" we passed by an IKEA and of course had to stop. It turns out there are now seven IKEAs on the outskirts of Paris, making Paris the city with the most IKEAs anywhere. This might explain why everytime we watch "House Hunters International" it seems that most people in Paris have Ikea furniture.
Out of this trip I ended up buying (i) a gi-normous duvet cover (white, with giant yellow polka dots) which for some reason ended up being far larger than any king size duvet would ever be in the states, (ii) lamps (yes, lamps... which had Euro plugs, which I was convinced the Dad could swap out for american plugs) and the Mom bought a lazy susan and carried it across the Atlantic (despite the fact that the IKEA stores here carry the same thing). (Much like when I insisted on bringing back Nutella from Germany, only realizing later that it was sold at Publix.)
But, not to be out done, at the end of our stay in Paris we took a mini-vacation to Germany. While driving on the Autobahn near Stuttgart we came up over a hill and there, in the distance, called out to us (in the same voice as in The Simpson's theme) was a giant sign that said "IKEA!" And yes, we had to stop there too. I can't remember now what we bought at that IKEA but I'm sure it was something that wasn't necessarily unique to that store and probably something that we could have gotten for the same price in Elizabeth.
I can't quite explain what the draw to IKEA is other than that it is somewhat foreign, yet oddly familiar at the same time. Each store has the same maze-like quaility, goofy product names and questionable swedish meatballs, but still there's just something that draws you in.
And, as an FYI: Check this out... Wikipedia has a whole section on the secret behind Ikea's product naming convention... yes, there is a rhyme and reason to the whole "Ektorp" phenomenon. Who knew!?!
We had been to Ikea before-- namely the one off exit 13A of the turnpike in Elizabeth. Nothing says touching down at Newark Liberty Airport quite like seeing the giant "13A/IKEA" sign across the runway.
Then, when we were making the drive one day from Paris out to what was then "Eurodisney" and is now "Disneyland Paris" we passed by an IKEA and of course had to stop. It turns out there are now seven IKEAs on the outskirts of Paris, making Paris the city with the most IKEAs anywhere. This might explain why everytime we watch "House Hunters International" it seems that most people in Paris have Ikea furniture.
Out of this trip I ended up buying (i) a gi-normous duvet cover (white, with giant yellow polka dots) which for some reason ended up being far larger than any king size duvet would ever be in the states, (ii) lamps (yes, lamps... which had Euro plugs, which I was convinced the Dad could swap out for american plugs) and the Mom bought a lazy susan and carried it across the Atlantic (despite the fact that the IKEA stores here carry the same thing). (Much like when I insisted on bringing back Nutella from Germany, only realizing later that it was sold at Publix.)
But, not to be out done, at the end of our stay in Paris we took a mini-vacation to Germany. While driving on the Autobahn near Stuttgart we came up over a hill and there, in the distance, called out to us (in the same voice as in The Simpson's theme) was a giant sign that said "IKEA!" And yes, we had to stop there too. I can't remember now what we bought at that IKEA but I'm sure it was something that wasn't necessarily unique to that store and probably something that we could have gotten for the same price in Elizabeth.
I can't quite explain what the draw to IKEA is other than that it is somewhat foreign, yet oddly familiar at the same time. Each store has the same maze-like quaility, goofy product names and questionable swedish meatballs, but still there's just something that draws you in.
And, as an FYI: Check this out... Wikipedia has a whole section on the secret behind Ikea's product naming convention... yes, there is a rhyme and reason to the whole "Ektorp" phenomenon. Who knew!?!
Fries!
Or more like: "FW-EYES!!"
Which was being shouted from the backseat at the disembodied voice coming from the drive thru speaker as I attempted to place our order.
Which was being shouted from the backseat at the disembodied voice coming from the drive thru speaker as I attempted to place our order.
Roadshow!
Apparently, the Antiques Roadshow found its first million dollar item. Sure, had we been able to get tickets for their Atlantic City visit like
Miss Laura I'm sure our Pulp Fiction Kangaroo
could have easily beat out some "old" carved jade any day!
Miss Laura I'm sure our Pulp Fiction Kangaroo
could have easily beat out some "old" carved jade any day!
Stitch Witchery
Brain cloud alert! So I'm finishing off a dress for Miss B. and I wanted to attach a ribbon trim. I knew I couldn't machine sew it and I hate hand sewing so I decided to try some technology... enter: Stitch Witchery fuseable bonding "for hems, trims and belts!" Presto! Now I have had limited experience with this stuff before and thought that it should kind of look like super-thin fiberglass, or kind of like if you took polyfil and made scotch tape out of it. I just happened to have a roll in my sewing box so I took it out of the package and unrolled some. It came off the roll and looked like plastic wrap.
I was confused. I thought maybe that was just the outer wrapping. I kept unwrapping. More and more plastic wrap. So then I figured, "well, this must be it, maybe it's not the same stuff that I thought."
I then cut a few of the plastic wrap strips and put them between the ribbon and the dress fabric and attempt to melt them together with my iron.
It kind of sticks. Kind of. And my first thought is:
"this is some cheap-ass fusible bonding!"
Yeah, check that package again brainiac.
It was plastic wrap. For some reason there was like five feet of plastic wrap before you actually got to the aforementioned fiberglassy/polyfill tape material.
Needless to say, that stuff actually worked.
Note to self: Let's not do late-night sewing so much, huh?
I was confused. I thought maybe that was just the outer wrapping. I kept unwrapping. More and more plastic wrap. So then I figured, "well, this must be it, maybe it's not the same stuff that I thought."
I then cut a few of the plastic wrap strips and put them between the ribbon and the dress fabric and attempt to melt them together with my iron.
It kind of sticks. Kind of. And my first thought is:
"this is some cheap-ass fusible bonding!"
Yeah, check that package again brainiac.
It was plastic wrap. For some reason there was like five feet of plastic wrap before you actually got to the aforementioned fiberglassy/polyfill tape material.
Needless to say, that stuff actually worked.
Note to self: Let's not do late-night sewing so much, huh?
Monday, June 29, 2009
Mail Call
In today's mail I received a postcard from "Media Paradise-- DVD Rental"
Media Paradise is located beside the Apna Bazaar and Millennium salon in the Liberty Mall Plaza.
It features the latest Hindi, Telugu, Tamil, Malayalam, Kannada and Bengali movies!
Bollywood here we come!
Media Paradise is located beside the Apna Bazaar and Millennium salon in the Liberty Mall Plaza.
It features the latest Hindi, Telugu, Tamil, Malayalam, Kannada and Bengali movies!
Bollywood here we come!
Real-time Goofballs
We've got a pick-up truck in front of us in line at McDonald's with a "Boycott France" bumper sticker. Oh, how enlightened!
In other developments, Miss B. just said "Bee-sicka-milk!"
We still have no idea what "bee-sicka-beez" means but she has been using it lately as a modifier, for example, "bee-sicka-mama", "bee-sicka-dada" and now: "bee-sicka-milk!"
In other developments, Miss B. just said "Bee-sicka-milk!"
We still have no idea what "bee-sicka-beez" means but she has been using it lately as a modifier, for example, "bee-sicka-mama", "bee-sicka-dada" and now: "bee-sicka-milk!"
WHY?!?
on earth are the tree cutting people in front of our house again? They were just here like 3 weeks ago. Trees don't grow that fast! All this is accomplishing is keeping Miss B. from nap time! But, the presence of the giant cherry-picker truck did elicit a "Crazy!" from Miss B.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Etiquette
One of the Gymboree moms recently met another mom who suggested starting a knitting/crochet circle play group. This with the hope of blending play dates for the kids with knitting time for the moms. Sounds like a good enough idea, right?
An email was circulated to the group and Crazy Mom was one of the first to weigh in:
"Farm camp is over! Kindergarten is over! Dance class and swim class and t-ball are over! This coming week is flexible. Thing 1's first camp is 8:30-11:30 week after next, so 9-11 I'm cool."
9-11? First of all, I love to knit but there is no way in hell I'm waking up early enough to get myself and Miss B. anywhere to knit at 9am.
Secondly, what the *)^&? is "Farm Camp"?
Okay, fine. The first meeting coincided with our visit to Mel's house so we had to politely decline. Prior to this first meeting one of the other Gymboree mom's had suggested that maybe the next meeting could be at her house or at my house so the collective group wouldn't have to drive all the way to Pennsylvania (where the first meeting was to take place... so get this, I would theoretically be getting up early enough not only to knit at 9am, but knit at 9am IN PENNSYLVANIA. Yeah, so *not* happening, but I digress).
This suggestion was thrown out while we were at the park. In all honesty I was only really half-listening. It took me a moment or so to realize that she had said that we could have the meeting at *MY* house. Okay, let me process this-- you've just offered up my house?
Fine. So she keeps talking and I say, "okay, whatever, we'll see-- I'm fine with coming to your house or going to Yardley" I really didn't say too much about it because I'm thinking to myself that I'm not going to be able to go to the first meeting so I'm not even going to have met any of the people who are in the group who we don't already know... she can't honestly expect me to host this thing, right?
WRONG!
The day after the knitting group I get a message on Facebook telling me that everybody will be coming over to my house Thursday at 10am! Not only that but Crazy Mom and her kids will be there (at which point I flash back to Thing 2 climbing on my furniture attempting to molest my deer head) and the lady who hosted last time (who I've never met) will not only be bringing her child but will be bringing a friend and their child! All told there will be approximately 5 adults (in addition to myself) and 6 children (in addition to Miss B!)
Let's start lining up the food now. I don't think I could possibly buy enough juice boxes and baloney for this crowd. Yowzers.
I'm one of those people who likes the idea of social gatherings but is inherently anti-social. It's why I forced myself to participate in the Cornell Ambassadors throughout college-- so that I would be required to talk to people. It's why I only will order pizza over the internet (that way I don't have to talk to the Domino's man on the phone). I love the concept of social interaction but when it comes right down to it I don't like people I don't know. Yes, I've said it before, couple all of this with my germaphobe ways and I am very Howard Hughes-esque. Without the fortune, unfortunately.
Moral of the story is, this whole thing is so not happening! I'd love to host an outdoor thing by the pool or whatnot (where the kids could be OUTside of the house, thus messy food and drink would not be of a concern and my taxidermy would remain unharmed).
And, I really don't have an issue with being part of the rotating hosting duties but I'd at least like to meet everybody first!
Geesh!
An email was circulated to the group and Crazy Mom was one of the first to weigh in:
"Farm camp is over! Kindergarten is over! Dance class and swim class and t-ball are over! This coming week is flexible. Thing 1's first camp is 8:30-11:30 week after next, so 9-11 I'm cool."
9-11? First of all, I love to knit but there is no way in hell I'm waking up early enough to get myself and Miss B. anywhere to knit at 9am.
Secondly, what the *)^&? is "Farm Camp"?
Okay, fine. The first meeting coincided with our visit to Mel's house so we had to politely decline. Prior to this first meeting one of the other Gymboree mom's had suggested that maybe the next meeting could be at her house or at my house so the collective group wouldn't have to drive all the way to Pennsylvania (where the first meeting was to take place... so get this, I would theoretically be getting up early enough not only to knit at 9am, but knit at 9am IN PENNSYLVANIA. Yeah, so *not* happening, but I digress).
This suggestion was thrown out while we were at the park. In all honesty I was only really half-listening. It took me a moment or so to realize that she had said that we could have the meeting at *MY* house. Okay, let me process this-- you've just offered up my house?
Fine. So she keeps talking and I say, "okay, whatever, we'll see-- I'm fine with coming to your house or going to Yardley" I really didn't say too much about it because I'm thinking to myself that I'm not going to be able to go to the first meeting so I'm not even going to have met any of the people who are in the group who we don't already know... she can't honestly expect me to host this thing, right?
WRONG!
The day after the knitting group I get a message on Facebook telling me that everybody will be coming over to my house Thursday at 10am! Not only that but Crazy Mom and her kids will be there (at which point I flash back to Thing 2 climbing on my furniture attempting to molest my deer head) and the lady who hosted last time (who I've never met) will not only be bringing her child but will be bringing a friend and their child! All told there will be approximately 5 adults (in addition to myself) and 6 children (in addition to Miss B!)
Let's start lining up the food now. I don't think I could possibly buy enough juice boxes and baloney for this crowd. Yowzers.
I'm one of those people who likes the idea of social gatherings but is inherently anti-social. It's why I forced myself to participate in the Cornell Ambassadors throughout college-- so that I would be required to talk to people. It's why I only will order pizza over the internet (that way I don't have to talk to the Domino's man on the phone). I love the concept of social interaction but when it comes right down to it I don't like people I don't know. Yes, I've said it before, couple all of this with my germaphobe ways and I am very Howard Hughes-esque. Without the fortune, unfortunately.
Moral of the story is, this whole thing is so not happening! I'd love to host an outdoor thing by the pool or whatnot (where the kids could be OUTside of the house, thus messy food and drink would not be of a concern and my taxidermy would remain unharmed).
And, I really don't have an issue with being part of the rotating hosting duties but I'd at least like to meet everybody first!
Geesh!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Real-Time Fekkai Blogging
So here I am waiting at Fekkai for Misin. I just had my signature Klingon eyebrows tweezed back into something more befitting a homosapien and am now awaiting delivery of a soda. I had been hoping for champagne, but I'll take soda. Okay, for starters who knew that eyebrow plucking could actually be relaxing? Its kind of like reverse accupuncture. Now that my brain is all loosey-goosey I'm ready for shampooing!
I just finished speaking with Misin, after the required Euro-double air kiss.
Okay, now I'm back from being shampooed by Marie Antoinette. Yes, Marie Antoinette. Let them eat cake!
Only at a french hair salon.
I just finished speaking with Misin, after the required Euro-double air kiss.
Okay, now I'm back from being shampooed by Marie Antoinette. Yes, Marie Antoinette. Let them eat cake!
Only at a french hair salon.
Friday, June 26, 2009
To the Person Who Drives a Foreign Motorcycle Up and Down our Street at 2:30am going Approximately 70 MPH
Do you really have to do that? And, could you get louder mufflers? Not to mention, where is it exactly that you're going since after you drive down my street I can still hear your whiny Yamaha/Honda/Mitsubishi Motorcycle Engine revving a few streets away? Did you notice you're in a 40 mph zone? Trust me, no one is going to hire you to be in the next Fast and Furious movie so why not just take it down a notch. Thanks.
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