Tuesday, June 29, 2004

We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo 

Okay, not really. But the Girl loves that song and we listened to the cd several times on the way to the beach last week. And thank goodness she likes it because I had to sing it to her in the bathroom of Frenchy's restaurant. I know you're thinking: why did she do this? It's because my daughter is obsessive about privacy when she poops. She doesn't care if you're in the bathroom when she's peeing, but if she's got to poop she wants privacy.

Obviously, I couldn't give her privacy in the stall at Frenchy's because I had to stay with her. So I told her I wouldn't look at her. Well, that won't work because she doesn't want you to hear her poop. You read that right. She doesn't want you to hear her poop splashing into the toilet. So I commenced singing. I started off singing "The 'quarium" but couldn't remember enough words. That made the Girl mad because the song was too short. I moved on to "Going to the Zoo" which got us through the pooping. We exited the stall to huge grins.

Next week I'll be singing at Carnegie Hall. ;-)

Monday, June 21, 2004

I live in a deathtrap! 

Okay, maybe not really but it sure feels that way. As mentioned previously, we had to have the a/c replaced because it was tripping the breaker. Well, yesterday the breaker started tripping again. Come to find out, our breaker panel is a Federal Pacific box. Guess who went out of business because of their boxes shorting and catching on fire?!

So now in addition to all the money spent on a new a/c, we're going to spend another big chunk of change, probably, to replace the breaker box. However, it's still better than having my house burn down.

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Homeownership can suck 

Normally, I love my home but not this week. The a/c went out on Saturday. Thankfully, the Aggie and I both have family close by so we could bunk somewhere without paying. Saturday and Sunday nights were spent at my mom's house.

Mr K, the a/c man, came out Monday morning and we were up and running again, until Tuesday around lunch. He came out again, installed a part and it ran again, for awhile, when it started to kick off the breaker again. So, Tueday night and Weds night were spent at the ILs' house. Today, Mr K came and installed a new compressor for a pretty penny and it's getting cooler. I'll be glad to spend the night in my own house. And I think the Girl will be too. She's been a tad cranky.

Tell me 

Okay, I took this from Bond Girl's blog.

Answer these questions in the comments section, pretty please.

1. Who are you?
2. Have we ever met?
3. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
4. Describe me in one word.
5. What reminds you of me?
6. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
7. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
8. Are you going to put this on your weblog and see what I say about you?
9. What do you love like a fat kid loves cake?
10. What makes you come back here?

Friday, June 11, 2004

The shopping gene runs deep 

There were four generations of M women in my minivan today. My granny, my mom, my daughter, and I were headed to Dillard's for an afternoon of shopping. It's not often that all four of us get to go together. Usually it's the Girl and I with my granny and grandad or the Girl and I with my mom.

The women in my family can really enjoy shopping. And boy, can we go through a store and find the bargains. The Girl is usually a major beneficiary of the shopping trips. Today, she scored a cute t-shirt, seven dresses, and a pair of sailor pants with a striped top that looks like it came out of a Shirley Temple movie.

Where am I can going to find room to put all these clothes?

Her name was Lola 

I was reading Bond Girl, who had been reading Miss Doxie, a few days ago and got jolted back about seven years.

Once upon a time, I was part of a small group that met on Compuserve and bonded over Friends and their younger child status. I was the sole member of the group that was an elder child. Anyway, occasionally, someone would post and just throw out: Her name was Lola. And that was all it took. We'd run through the whole song, line by line. I have no idea why we did this.

I managed to scare several members of this group when we all met up in Chicago. For some reason, they were unnerved when we tuned into a radio station that was playing disco and I could sing along with all the songs. The rest of the weekend, I'd suddenly start singing Knock On Wood and make MB jump.

Thanks to Bond Girl and Miss Doxie for making me remember this.

Saturday, June 05, 2004

No FlyLady here 

I hate, loathe, despise, and abominate cleaning the house. But after the mad rush last night to get the house respectable for a party this morning, I've sworn to do better. I really think I need to adopt Holly's plan because, otherwise, this house just ain't staying clean. We're way too likely around here to pile stuff up because it's just too easy.

Just don't expect to be able to do the white glove test. I said respectable, not neat freak clean.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home 

Personally, I'm hoping they don't fly away. I tried killing aphids the natural way two years ago. All the ladybugs flew away the first day. So last year I went back to the chemicals. This year's crop of aphids, however, seem very resistant to the poison so it's back to the ladybugs. I'm hoping since I have seen a couple in the rosebed on their own that the new batch will stay since we have a virtual aphid buffet. The Girl is going to help me distribute them before bed tonight.

She's very into ladybugs eating aphids thanks to this book. She was quite taken with the tub full of ladybugs and held it all the way home. I think she was trying to inspect the ladybugs for spots. She informed me that she found one ladybug with only one spot. Maybe that one will stay and keep her happy.

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