I'm a little sick to think about it, so I don't, usually. But I've lost a box of cds. I boxed them up 3 years ago when we moved here because I was tired of them and needed a break. About a year ago, I sat several bags and boxes of clothes on the curb to be picked up for donation. ?? Now that I want to hear my old music, I can't find them. I can't imagine I would've mistaken a squishy box of clothes for a rattling box of cds. I'm about to take apart the garage. Until then I have seeqpod.
Show us your favorite flower.
What have you tried in life that you just weren't very good at?
Programming. When I was 15, Brad helped me write a program to convert Celsius to Fahrenheit in BASIC (for my computer class). I understood how we got the finished product, If/Then and whatnot..... but could not have gotten there on my own! I just don't think like that. I must get from A to B on the more meandering path :-)
On a related topic, when Brad went to Mississippi earlier this year to be with his family, he was gone one month. Eventually, about three weeks into his visit, all FOUR of our movie watching devices weren't working. Have you ever thought your home had an electronic ghost?
1)Arwen kicked the sound system (the one hooked up to the mac mini) and I couldn't get the sound back no matter what combination of buttons I pushed. Brad figured it out, but I don't remember what he told me. Sorry, Brad.
2) The monitor for the playroom dvd/vcr seemed fried. I changed the brightness/contrast/tint, also in all manner of combinations. (Turns out it was just on the wrong input. I watched The Devil Wears Prada with that awful picture.)
3) An old, but capable laptop that the children use just stopped working. Still not sure what Brad did to fix that.
4) Seth slipped a piece of craft felt into my laptop dvd. We never had to send it off for fixing because Brad bought the new Air and I'm using his hand-me-down.
I know I'm inept, but I have my guru back :-)
Do you have a particular "catch phrase" for which you are known?
"What do you mean?"
Savannah came home yesterday saying she'll never eat another Twinkie, not that I was concerned about it since I haven't brought those home in years. Her teacher told her that they have animal lard and beef fat in them. I didn't look it up because I figure she's probably right.
Completely unrelated....
Today Savannah came into the kitchen before breakfast and said that she didn't catch a leprechaun. (This is her third year and third attempt.) This year, she set the trap in her closet. I'm a closet closer because I believe it saves energy with central heat. She insisted that the door stay open for the leprechaun. Savannah was hoping he would stay in the closet for awhile, kind of like a pet :) Of course, she's 8 years old. I know that she knows better, but I play along.
When she said the gold was still in her closet floor, I said, "Maybe he replaced it with fool's gold."
Savannah, "What's fool's gold?"
Me, "It looks real, but it's not."
Savannah, "That's what I used. It was a chocolate coin."
Me, "Maybe he knew it wasn't real." I could see her thinking about this. I said, "Maybe they don't like chocolate."
So do leprechaun's like chocolate? jelly beans, gummi bears, or just gold? Whichever, next year may be too late. She may have outgrown this kind of fun.
Also, I hadn't had a twinkie in years, until last August. Brad and I shared a two-pack while we were visiting Mississippi. It seemed like a suitable place to eat a twinkie again. No offense to any Mississippians, but....
What are you ashamed of?
the times I hurry my children to bed so that I can sit down and watch tv. then I wonder, did I hurry them to bed for this?
I am nursing and cleaning up after the third sick child, in as many weeks. Arwen, almost 4, went to bed last night with a low grade fever. 11 o'clock she vomited up most of the contents of her stomach onto her bed, mostly strawberries and cup cake icing. More information than my neighbors want? Trust me, it could've been so much worse. Of course, little children are horrified that this could happen. But we introduced her, again, to the vomit bucket.
At about 12:30, she used the bucket for the 1st time, in the night, in the dark! Bullseye. I'm very proud, and relieved. Now her next milestone will be getting her head over the toilet in time.
Sadly, she's the crankiest sick patient of the three of them. Her fever wasn't nearly as high as Seth's and she was griping from her bed today with grunts and hollers either because Seth was singing too loudly or shutting a cabinet door too loudly. I just told her to hush. Good thing she's so cute.
Which, ahem, "internets" clichés do you wish would go away already?
I except that language has to evolve. When Shakespeare had his heyday, our language saw all kinds of new words created like "critic", "circumstantial", and "hush". I like that. But I like old things.
I'll be glad when "whom" makes it's way out of the grammar book because so few people ever remember how to apply that word. It's not practical for me. Anything that would sound pretentious to my family members, I can't use it. And if I can't use it, I can't remember the rules for it. (I was relieved to figure this out because I'd thought I was just dumb.)
Most of our new words, I'm guessing, are being created in technology and medicine. That's necessary, useful. But there are new words on the internet, slang that hurts my teeth. "I has a cheeseburger." ?? "Woot" ?? I truly don't want this to get into the mainstream, face to face language. My internet friends do this. Good people. I like you all very much. Please stop!
Either it was for fun that we scared ourselves as children or the dark side of our imaginations. Savannah got out of bed last night, trying not to smile and a bit embarrassed to admit it, whispering, "I feel like someone's watching me."
I remember that. When I was a teenager, the eyes of my pop star posters followed me. (I wonder if that feeling ever really leaves.) For me, the big fear was getting into bed after the light was out. I had to take a running leap because I was sure snakes would grab my feet! What a terrible thrill!
Funny thing about having children. Fears creep in that you never had before. I had no problem with Brad's traveling before our eldest was born, but the first time he went away on business when she was a baby, I was more surprisingly paranoid. I was sure a woman at the craft store was stalking me. Now, whenever I finish a netflix movie at night, I should package it up and get in the mailbox before I forget. But I hate the thought of opening the door at night, due in part to that awful Kevin Bacon movie Hollow Man. I know that if anyone did show up at the door, they'd just be trying to sell me something. And that's not scary. That's just annoying. Somehow, knowing doesn't make a difference.
I've heard that the birth of a baby takes part of a mother's spirit. I know what it means. I've felt it a lot. When Savannah was tiny, I used to come home with her from running errands and wonder how we made it home alive. Last night, I completely woke up from a half-sleep realizing how dangerous it was for me to do 80 on the interstate. It was accidental, but how careless of me with three kids in the car! I can see how my "spirit" has changed. Perhaps it's something we need to pass on to them. Father's too, to a degree. Put simply, you get to trade in your old fears for new ones.
