Friday, September 29, 2006
The end of this week saw me in our nation's fine capital attending a two-day job related seminar. Needing to be at designated location in DC by 8 AM two weekdays in a row is vastly different than venturing into the city for recreational purposes on a lazy weekend. I live far enough outside the city that getting there during morning rush hour is a hassle, but not so far away that it would make sense to get hotel room and stay on location. I ended up taking the Metro, always a hateful experience. It never fails that there's a crazy person on my Metro car who (1) wants to talk in my general direction, and (2) conveniently happens to have flexible travel plans, meaning that he/she is free to go WHEREVER I'M GOING. Thursday morning I was not in the mood to have any Stinky Petes following me, so I hotfooted it off the Metro and practically jogged from the station to the seminar site.
Now, the actual walking distance was maybe about a tenth of a mile (taking into consideration my usual and customary wrong turn after leaving the station) but Thursday represented my first day of wearing heeled pumps after a long summer of sandals. By the time I plopped down in a chair at the seminar room in the Hilton, my dogs were barking. A few minutes later I happened to look down and notice that the back of my ankle was a bloody mangled mess. I hobbled off to the restroom to clean up.
Fortunately I had one of Sophie's bandaids in my purse - nothing says "I am a competent professional" like a visibly applied DisneyTM Princesses bandaid! That held until noon, at which point we turned loose to go forage the city for food, i.e., more walking. By the time I returned, I was in dire need of a fresh covering for my wound.
Rummaging through my purse turned up no other bandaids, but I did find (1) some not-very-clean-looking napkins, (2) some old receipts that had turned felty from being in the bottom of my purse, and (3) an individually-wrapped thin-but-absorbent feminine hygiene product with stick-on backing. Hmm, what to do, what to do...
Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?
I...I...
I went to the hotel concierge and asked for a couple of bandaids, of course.
What were you thinking?
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Thursday, September 28, 2006
Overheard in Southern Maryland
"That big storm we had last week, my neighbor had a tree come down in her yard. It missed the trampoline and the hottub, but wouldn't you know it, it smashed her pickup like a tin can."
I had to bite my tongue to keep from asking if all of those items were in the front yard.
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Money Well Spent
We're involved and conscientious parents, so each evening we ask Sophie about whatever enriching preschool/library storytime/music class/ballet class she attended that day.
We're engaged and committed, so we meet her typical shrug or blank look response with probing questions.
We're gluttons for punishment responsive, so we try different approaches to attempt to elicit some little nugget of information, backing off when Sophie signals her irritation with an angst-laden sigh (translation: "My parents are, like, sooooo annoying!").
And eventually our persistence pays off.
During dinner at a crowded restaurant.
In the form of Sophie using her public speaking voice to announce to the world in general, "The other day, at preschool, Roy took his pants off AND SHOWED EVERYONE HIS WEINER."
Um. Hmm.
Well, at least something at school made an impression.
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Good news for you single ladies out there: Bobby Brown is back on the market. Yes, it's true, the world's most dysfunctional couple has apparently called it quits after 14 drug-laced years of marriage.
20 bucks says it will be a bitter custody battle over the crack pipes.
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Friday, September 08, 2006
"Mom? Why do some men have...have...HANGING BOOBIES, just like yours?"---Sophie, aged 3 years and 8 months, apparently still distraught over what she saw at the beach this summer.
And there you have it. My preschooler still has to be bribed to wipe her own butt*, YET she is familiar with the concept of the manboob. Awesome.
I swear, we sink just a little lower every day here.
* Oh, c'mon, you KNOW if it was possible you'd just as soon have someone else do this for you, too.
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Thursday, September 07, 2006
Kind friend Allura alerted me to a phenomenon known as the "Flabongo". It's pretty much what it sounds like. Go see for yourself. Be sure to check out the photo gallery, where you can see flabongos AT A WEDDING.
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Friday, September 01, 2006
Let's see now...
Tickets on a bankrupt airline with a possibility of a flight attendants strike? Check!
Heightened security measures at the airports? Check!
Recent foiled terrorist plots involving air travel? Check!
Travelling with a three year old who has lately become the Queen of Throwing Up For No Apparent Reason? BIG ASS CHECK!
Well alrighty then! It looks like the Cheezletons are set to jet off on another adventure! Y'all have a happy and safe Labor Day weekend!
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