Whoa! Time to buy more Hungry Jack.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
We are a completely wireless, paperless, online banking, bill paying sort of family. Everything is stored online. EVERYTHING.
So last night when our internet went out I was helpless.
This morning I found myself embarking on the dangers of what is also known as our garage to make my way over to the wireless router. No lights. On/Off. Reboot. Reset. (There is a difference)
Well crap. I need to call Verizon Fios. Where, oh where, would their number be? Online. Well shoot, how am I supposed to get to that without internet access? Oh, yes, look on the bill. Dang it...we went paperless with them years ago. No paper bill to be found.
So I call my dear in-laws and have them surf for the number. Do you know how difficult it is to find a silly customer service PHONE NUMBER?!?
So I start calling and getting transferred and disconnected and starting all over again. Those voice prompted systems simply do not work when you have two loud kids in the background. None of my hiding places seemed to have enough reception. They never seem to look for me in the master closet. Is it awful that I know that?
The most fun part was having them follow me into the hot garage and climb on old furniture and play with chemicals while I trouble-shooted with a computer voice on the other end of the line. I finally told the girls there were big scary hungry spiders in the garage and they better get inside and QUICK. It worked. Praise God.
Finally on my 6th call I got a human. Wow. A human in the correct department. Wow Wow. A human in the correct department who actually knew what they were doing. Wow Wow Wow.
So after a sweaty conversation with her in my garage, performing various tests on our wireless router and battery backup boxes, she decided our router was dead. Hallelujah. Now what?
Well, she said, bring your laptop into the garage and hook it up to this blue cord so we can be sure the router is fried. Okay.
It's dead. Gone. Fried. Whatever.
New one doesn't come til Monday. Glory. And I get to set up all by myself...with just a simple phone call to Verizon. Yeah right.
So, I'm unplugging the blue cord and dusting the cobwebs off myself and surprising the girls that I survived all the garage spiders.
Later internet peeps.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thankfully we have the second session today where I can prove I learned my lessons.
Last week I wore my "outside, non-dance" shoes into the studio. *gasp* But it wasn't until Jade also wandered into the studio with her little "outside, non-dance" shoes that we were gently corrected. Oops.
I did recall from the recess of the dance etiquette portion of my brain that we weren't to wear our dance shoes outside the studio, and thank goodness I did...imagine the looks we would have gotten.
They kindly handed us a "Dancer Policy Handbook" on our way out. I have a feeling I will be the only mama reading it word for word. It seems all the other mothers had gotten the memo already...especially regarding hair.
I originally had taken this picture to capture the word "dance" written so cutely across my daughter's hiney.
But now I can't even look at it without gasping over her wild hair. They had told me to "secure" her hair for the lesson. Boy, am I a rookie. I slapped that hair into a pony tail and called it "secured".
See all the other little ballerinas? Notice their nicely secured hair?
Hair that was carefully and painfully pinned into ballet buns not as they rushed out the door to their lesson but probably hours before as they prepared diligently in advance.
In the words of the "Dancer Policy Handbook"...no swinging hair will be tolerated. I started to feel bad for Lily...oh how her mother had failed her. And then I thought about my hair styling deficiencies and how I had no clue how to properly secure her wild hair into a neat ballet bun resting gently on her head.
Thankfully the mama sitting next to me filled me in on a little tip. Apparently a little tool has been made for hair styling challenged mamas just like me. And being the kind person she was, she not only told me where to get one, but offered to show me how to use it at today's lesson. What a gem!
A mere hours later, we arrived at the cutest dance boutique a girl could ever dream of. Oh the tutus and leotards of every shade of pink imaginable. The dance bags in every shape and style possible. The shoes and accessories were countless. But I was on a mission...pushing through to the hair bows, clips and bobby pins...and then I laid eyes on it...the "Whirl A Style" was in stock. I flipped it over expecting impossible instructions and difficult to follow diagrams. But alas, it simply said, "Saisir, Enrouler, Fixer". Oh wait, that must be in French. "Grab, Roll, Snap"...I think I can do it! I can whirl a bun! Well, it is still sitting in it's package, but I will try it on Lily when she wakes up. Yes, hours in advance I will prepare with diligence. No more swinging hair!
I had to laugh at the dance boutique though...with all of the frilly girly stuff there, Lily focused in on this one accessory.
Does this scream 80s or what?
Who didn't have one of the brushes that could be turned inside out like this?
I had to tell her no though, because baby, once your mama gets your hair "secured", there will be no brushing allowed.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
We were enjoying watching them enjoy each other.
Watching Jade perfect her two footed hop and Lily flirt with the water in the unusually vacant fountain area.
Not us though, we were just there to watch, listen, play and enjoy each other's company.
Daughters, sisters...finally friends...running in the evening sunlight.
Parents, lovers...always friends...sneaking quiet moments on the park bench together...thanking God for the two precious gifts before their eyes.
And then it happened. A splash, followed by screams and two, once quiet parents, running full force.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Mixed voices of Lily and Jade.
"i'm hungry. can i have chocolate? i want chocolate too! look! birdies! where? i don't see them. an airplane! where? right there! where? where is it going? the airport? i think its landing. where is the airport? why? how do you know? are we almost there? i want my donuts! i need to go potty. singing twinkle, twinkle, little staaaaarrrr. a water tower! is that our water tower? look at those apartments. i want to live in apartments. why can't we live in apartments? i really need to go potty. a sprinkler! i want to play in the sprinkler. can we play in the sprinkler? sprinklers are fun. let's turn on our sprinkler. why are we stopping? this isn't the donut store. let's go! mommieeeeeeeeeeee."
Mommy- "Yes, I need a grande of the strongest thing you've got...plus two shots...one for each kid".
"now are we going to get donuts? what's that? a horse! i saw i horsey, mama! where? i can't see it. mommy, i can't see the horse. singing i'm going to let it shine, i'm going to let it shine. the donut store!! the donut store!! i want chocolate! i want chocolate too! can i have chocolate?"
Mommy-"We'll have two chocolate covered and a dozen donut holes, please."
S I L E N C E. Smacking. SILENCE. Silence. silence.
"I'm sticky. I'm messy. I want more! I'm done!................"
I woke up with a splitting headache this morning. There was no coffee to be found. We headed out the door in our PJs to the closet drive-thru donut store with a Starbucks along the way.
It was TOO far.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Do you ever have those weekends when you actually look forward to doing nothing on Monday...and getting some rest? This was one of those for me. Then I had insanely crazy and realistic dreams last night that left me even more worn out. Ugh!
Anyway it was a fun filled weekend to say the least.
Lily got to experience her first real Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey circus on Saturday...in box seats no less. Someone had donated them to the ministry that my husband works for and there were two left, so Lily and I got to go hang out with some of the kids he serves.
We also managed to get a good workout in, go to evening church and join some friends for dinner.
The craziest thing is that she won't teetee in the potty. Strange, huh? We had the exact opposite problem with Lily...and if I had my pick, I think I'm sticking with Jade's issue.
I'm sure it is just all a fluke anyway though. I mean, this is the stuff of dreams, right?
Hopefully not tonight though.
Friday, August 7, 2009
My current fave...though it isn't anything new...is Ralph.
Just a couple of weekends ago we were all sitting around and talking fragrance.
Past faves of mine are mostly ones by Estee Lauder. But I also wore Clinique Happy for quite a while.
Remember Colors de Benetton? Not sure that I spelled that right. And oh my word, Sunflowers. That is one I'll never forget.
For guys, high school memories are filled with Eternity, Obsession, Drakkar, and Cool Water. Some guys must have thought Cool Water was for bathing in. Or drinking perhaps.
I am probably too cautious when putting on perfume. Erring on the side of too little vs. too much. Perhaps forever scarred by those who bathed in Cool Water back in the day.
When our conversation of perfume was going on that weekend, my sister schooled me in perfume application. Apparently I've been doing it all wrong. She mentioned things like spraying it in the air and walking through...making sure to get it in your hair. Maybe that is why one bottle lasts me so long. I am not spraying it enough or in the right ways or places.
As far as other memories, any scent of Estee Lauder's Youth Dew immediately brings me to my Grandma Shirley. A sniff of Chloe or Shalimar? I'm hugging my mother's neck. I love how fragrances can do that.
What is your current fave? What about past memories? How do you apply it? Do you wear it everyday, or only on special occasions?
If you want to link up, visit Missy at http://www.itsalmostnaptime.blogspot.com/ for her Friday Faves Perfume Edition.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
I seriously almost woke Lily up to try on her new ballet and tap apparel/shoes.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Jerry and I just spent a week celebrating our tenth anniversary. Our plans were really nearly undecided up until right before we left. Our real gift to each other was this...
Now, before your heads go somewhere that mine isn't, I'm talking about the bed itself. Who knew mattresses were such an investment? Moving from a queen to a king has been heavenly. I am dreaming again...haven't slept this good in years.
It is the oldest town in Louisiana and happens to be where they filmed Steel Magnolias. It was perfect. Plenty of history for Jerry, plenty of shopping for me, and plenty of yummy food for both of us.