Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Unfortunately I was drinking coffee when I read this.

Check out the Grandpa's post ( from yesterday. It's hilarious. Be warned, though, hot coffee in your sinuses hurts... As a person with low self esteem (PwLSE), I particularly felt the first one.

Friday, March 26, 2010

...and I was like, "Basic cable and a minivan? What is this? 1992?"

I'm so funny. Listen to this joke I told:

We were trying to make dinner plans on a recent Friday with some Catholic friends of ours and I told the husband that they needed to decide where to go since they were the ones with the diet restrictions (no meat on Friday) and he said that I should decide since we were the ones who invited them and I said that I had picked a place but their no-meat thing had...

Oh never mind. I think you had to be there. Instead you should enjoy this photo of my Tiny Gardener.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Time Machine Wanted

I am a reactive person. And impulsive. Those are different enough that I think it's right to list both. Husbandguy isn't good with the foresight either, and neither of us is good at telling the other "no" when something is wanted. This has led to several (hundred) spur-of-the-moment decisions and consequential bail-outs down the road. Like a new car we couldn't quite afford (HG's impulse - Poppop bailed us out) and a For Sale sign in our front yard (my desire - we are just bailing on that). We love the car, still have it and use it way more than we would have the old car, and have learned our lesson about shiny, new-smelling things that we just can't pay for. The house is kind of the same thing, I think. Except in this case, the shiny new thing was a larger paycheck. Why not, then, a larger debt (mortgage)? Right?

We can absolutely use more space. Sure, we can (and will) pare down all the crap we have that we don't need, and the tiny kitchen works, it just doesn't have room for more than 1½ people in it at a time. But the girls and the dog all need a place to run outside, and we, being lazy, decided to take the easy route and just buy a back yard, not considering that, because of the real estate market we would probably have to take quite a bit less money than we wanted to sell the back yard we already have. It occurred to us; we just didn't consider it. You know?

Yesterday I realized that we were looking at it all wrong. Yes, a larger paycheck is nice. Yes, a larger paycheck means that we could have a larger space to call home. Yes, we are constantly stepping on each other and there's nowhere here to go for quiet time what with the giant TV right in the center of everything and always on (don't get me started on that - it's not on now, by the way, because I'm home alone). But we have ⅓ acre of land, and at the bottom of the steep hill that begins a scant 10 ft from the back of the house is a nice flat area. Sure it floods when it rains a lot, and right now it's heavily wooded, but the right people, with a little know-how and a larger paycheck (see where I'm going?) could turn the giant, currently unusable space into a fenced, grassy haven where there could be dogs and children running around safely and perhaps a gazebo (HG wants this) for quiet no-TV time and a swing set. And then when the market turns around and we list our house again, potential buyers won't be able to say they liked the house but want more back yard because it will be beautiful and useful.

My other plan, if this turns out to be too much, is to sell HG's parents' house and move them into this one and get a bigger one for ourselves. But that might actually be more work than a complete back yard overhaul here.

I want to clarify that not all of our spur-of-the-moment decisions have required rescue. We were married within 2 weeks of deciding we really wanted to get married more than 12 years ago. We had been talking about it for a while, but the deed was done lickety-split.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

It's like, you know, whatever...

Last night someone I had just met told me that she feels like she knows me. I started to say that I have one of those faces (because I do - seriously - I look like that girl you went to 2nd grade with), but before I could say anything she added, "Because of the Follies. I had fun watching you in the Follies, and I feel like I know you." (first of all, wow! really?)

"Great," I said facetiously, "You know me as Zuzu [a clueless ditz]. That's not good."

And she said, "But I like you!"

We were coming from a meeting at which I managed to have an overwhelming coughing fit and had to leave the room just as the meeting was starting, and when I got back and everyone (EVERYONE) inquired whether I was okay, I said, "I'm just trying to get out of participating." Am I clever or what?

Don't say "Or what," because you'll hurt my feelings. Unless you're being funny. Then you'll only mock-hurt my feelings.

Back on track: It's been a long time since anyone outside of the Follies 2010 Writing Team has mentioned Zuzu (not counting my kids) or me in the Follies at all. It was cool of her to say something because, frankly, the glow was starting to wear off for me. Sure, I'm all participatey in the writing of the Next Big Show with all my funny suggestions and whatnot (at least 2 of my ideas are definitely IN the show in October), and that's cool and creative and those 6 people on the team with me appreciate me, but with all the other stuff, the house not selling, me messing up Lulu's educational future, the dog costing $80,000,000,000 and not having anything wrong with her, I haven't seen my mom in forever and she's only an hour away, etc., etc., etc... WHIIINE... Where was I? Oh, right. It was nice to feel special for a moment.

And isn't it weird that she was so affected by my performance that she remembers it even now, 5 months later? Maybe not weird, but... you know.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Hi. My Name Is Bel, and I Have a Problem

I am certain that my family is the only family that deals with this issue. It seems like such an unlikely problem for a small group of people who love each other very much to have. Our children, Sweet Pete and Lovely Lulu, suffer from a terrible affliction. It's awful, really. It makes everyone miserable. And irritable. And loud.

Oddly, the problem crops up mainly when they are in proximity to each other. Separately, they don't seem to suffer much at all. Oh, every once in a while one of them will exhibit the occasional bout here and there, but those instances that occur when they are apart seem infinitely more manageable than when they are together. Husbandguy and I have considered that perhaps they are allergic to each other, but unfortunately we think the difficulty is not actually something that can be treated with Benadryl or immune-building allergy shots.

I'm just going to say it. The first step to solving a problem is admitting it, right?

My darlings suffer from... suffer from... I can't say it. It's too terrible... Okay. Deep breath... Our beautiful girls have... AAUGGHHH! THEYHAVESIBLINGRIVALRY!!!

There. I said it. That was sooo hard to admit. You should be grateful that you don't have to deal with this. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Well, maybe my worst enemy. But not the 2 of you, my faithful readers.

Don't try to claim that your children also talk over each other and tattle on each other and take each other's toys/markers/shoes/etc. and shove each other and whine, "STOP IIIT!" or "MOahOM!" (seriously. that's what it sounds like. not normal, right?) and complain non-stop about everything or intentionally get into trouble so that the focus is shifted away from the other child and onto her. I won't believe you if you say it happens to you. It's too terrible, too difficult, too miserable-making for other families to possibly be experiencing it too. There can't be that much negative energy in the world.

So what are our options, we wonder. We've considered sending one of them to live with grandparents but cannot decide which to send away and which to keep. It's not an option that one of us takes one of them and lives somewhere else (although I'd move with Pete to the house we saw on Monday if I had to) (what? I didn't say anything). Yesterday afternoon I made a rule that they weren't allowed to talk to each other, but that only worked for about half-an-hour, and I had to really focus on paying attention to both of them at the same time for it to work.

Sigh... I don't know. Poor me...

Thursday, March 18, 2010

It's Not Just Because I Win Sometimes

I love this blog (<--that's just a link to my featured post from last week, which is incredibly witty, but you know that you can click the title at the top of the page to see the whole blog, right?).

Thanks, you guys, for stroking my ego again!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

A Leprechaun Visited Lulu While She Was Away this Morning

Lulu didn't catch the tricky guy, but she did get his hat, his shamrocks, and several of his pennies (she knows they're not gold) and then spent several minutes looking under things in case he was still around. Pete got a quarter to keep my secret.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Oh Hey! Don't Forget...

Remember that April is National Poetry Month and that at TIBM it means a poem-a-day challenge. I will endeavor to post a verse or 2 each and every day during April and I challenge anyone who is willing to join me. They don't have to be polished (check out last April and the one before you'll see what I mean), and you don't have to post 1 per day (although I encourage you to), but if you decide to come along for the ride, let me know and I'll be sure to let everyone (all 1 of my other reader) know so they can follow you too.

Get ready...

Friday, March 12, 2010

Lulu School Update

Because I know it's keeping you up at night that I messed up Lulu's school for next year, here is what's going on at this moment.

We are holding our breath.

Enough? No? Oh, then...

After the initial panic and gut-wrenching guilt I felt when I realized that it was actually most likely my fault that Lulu wasn't absolutely going to Pete's school like she should be or any school at all next year (this lasted several days, by the way, because I'm a worrier and really hard on myself), I filled out the application for wishful thinking, which is our only hope for getting her in for next year and crossed my fingers (but had to uncross them to do other things, like eat and write and type and wash my hair and stuff, but they're still mentally crossed until the end of April when we'll find out if our little sweetie will get in). Then today I stopped by the office at Lulu's preschool, where they are done with registration and are actually sending out class assignments next week and said, "Oh help! I messed up. Please will you have us next year, just in case?" and they said, "Fill this out and we'll put you on the waiting list," and as long as no one else turns in a form before the end of the day, we'll be first on the waiting list and I feel good about that. Well, I feel fine, better-than-nothing about that.

So, after today, all we can do is wait for news one way or the other. But I'm not going to worry about it, and here's why:
  • Worrying won't make any difference in how long we have to wait except that it will keep me from sleeping, which will make the time pass more slowly;
  • Worrying won't change the outcome, what's going to happen will happen;
  • We have a plan and a back-up plan and at the very least I'll be more teacher (because that kid is ready to learn), less mommy next year, which would be a back-up-back-up plan;
  • I am 98% certain that the sibling guarantee will apply again to Lulu the year after next and now we know all the things we have to do to make it stick.

On a happy, braggy note, my sweetie read "The Vet" to me yesterday. It's the last book in the first set of Bob Books. So I know she can read, and she knows she can read Bob Books, and the trick is convincing her that she can read other things too, but we're working on it.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Oh Crap

I'm an idiot, apparently. Pete goes to a magnet school here so Lulu should be guaranteed a spot next year as long as we, her parents, jump through all the right hoops and apparently I missed one. I thought I jumped through it but must have missed a step because I don't have a confirmation and Lulu's school assignment for next year, which should now match Pete's, is "unassigned" and it's too late to go back. All we can do now is apply for reassignment and wait, but the guarantee isn't guaranteed anymore. I didn't enroll her in the school she's in this year because I didn't think I needed to so now she might not have anywhere to go next year. But we won't know until late April, when it may be too late to make arrangements for her to go to a good school.

And no one can figure out what's wrong with our dog except that she's really expensive.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Check This Out

Septembermom and some of her friends have started this great blog, Write With Pictures. Every weekday they post a new photo and a writing challenge. I'm really enjoying the excuse to write a little something (I just posted about yesterday's photo). You should stop by!
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