Thursday, March 23, 2006


And the Klutz week continues. I made a nice size dent on my car by driving it into something while backing out of, lets just say, a parking space. The dent is big and now whenever I open my door it makes an awful sound, just horrid. My husband, bless his soul, asked if I was okay and reassured me that I would not be dying this weekend. He said the car was already dented in other places by him so he could easily forgive me for being stupid.
Mind you, I am not telling him the truth about where I was when the car was dented, and not telling you either.

Now look at the picture. Tell me should I be worried about my sons obsession with shoes? I mean really! He walks around in high heels better then I do!

Wednesday, March 22, 2006


So my wonderful husband fixed my computer for me. All I have to do now is wait for my adorable son to break it again. This kid isn't even 2 years old and he is already breaking expensive electronics. Oh well, good thing we have that priceless Chinese vase hidden away at an antique store where we will never buy it.
I fell like such an idiot lately. I keep spilling stuff, forgetting to turn off explosive stuff, and in general being a klutz and stupid. Just this morning after spilling half of V's milk and boiling 4 cups of water into nothing I decided to stay away from cooking and order Chinese. Placed the order, they confirmed it twice, and 2 hours later when I called them they said, 'We no deliver to you city'. The right response would have been to kill them all but I blame myself for being an idiot because I am sure this is somehow my fault.
We are going to live with my parents for 2 weeks soon and I am dreading it. I love my mom but in very small doses contained in one weekend, my dad I can stand for months and months without being irritated. Talk about dad's little girl.
Another reason I don't like my moms is the room V sleeps in. He shares a room with us and it can not be made dark so he sleeps less. When V sleeps less I sleep horribly, esp. if he is in the same room. Maybe I should take a page form Dooce and cover the windows with tin foil. Now that would be one hell of a fashion statement for Teacher of the Year.
Shoot it is late and I have to sleep.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Rainbow Fish

I know this is horrid but I HATE that Rainbow Fish book. Maybe HATE is too strong a word but I am using it! I know the book is about being happy because of sharing. For those without children; there is a fish with shiny scales, and he is the prettiest fish, and another fish asks to have a scale and rainbow fish refuses. So little fish tells all the other fish and they no longer want to play with Rainbow fish, so then Rainbow fish gives up a scale to the little fish and then every fish wants a scale and he is left with one scale and is happy because now all the other fish want to play with him. I know sharing is good. Maybe it means that I am a shallow person but what I see in this story is not a lesson I want V to internalize. To me it screams, people will want to be your friend not for you but for the things you can give them. If the story line just had little fish asking for a scale and rainbow fish happily giving it I would like it more, but right now it just seems wrong to me. Maybe someone has a better way to look at this story but for now I am hiding it between the couch cushions and refusing to read it to V no matter how pretty the pictures are.

Should V have a pet or is it way to early?

my spell checker refuses to work so sorry for any errors.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


So when we first moved into our house I stayed home all the time. I was terrified to take the car down the long narrow driveway. I hate driving backwards and so I try to avoid it, hence the staying home. Don't get me wrong we went out and walked the driveway and out in our backyard but in a few weeks we did not get into the car and GO anywhere. This hermit existence was fine by me, sort of, yeah, kind of. Then my neighbor Mrs Garden stopped by and we chatted. She asked me if I ever went out, and well hearing myself explain to her why I didn't made me realize how stupid that was. So the past 2 weeks we have been going out.
We took in a class at Gymboree and V loved it. He loved all the climbing, all the kids, all the balls, EVERYTHING. I liked it too but it did a number on my back. Too bad we can't continue with the classes because of the whole back thing. I think right about now I would pay anything to get V with other kids. We also went out to eat and shop and V seems to handle it very well.
Hmm don't know what the point on this post was but posting it anyway.
Sorry will try to be better in the future with more umm interesting posts.