Nov
4
I have to tell you, sometimes when Sunday evening rolls around, I realize just how incredibly ready I am for the weekend to be over, and how much I’m looking forward to heading into work the next day, where I will get an 8-hour break from the midgety little person I love most in this entire world. Ahhhhh.
Riley was sort of brutally exhausting all weekend, and the extra hour Daylight Saving gifted us with this evening nearly killed me dead. I know there’s all kinds of uproar over cold medications for children and so I’m guessing that animal tranquilizers aren’t condoned either, but a teeny, tiny well-aimed dart . . . would that really be so bad? My god, I can picture it so clearly: the jolly sssst! of the needle flying through the air, the confused batting as the boy realizes something has embedded itself in his flesh, the blissful, blissful silence that would follow . . .
When we weren’t chasing our go-go-gadget kid around, JB and I managed to get a lot of boring domestic crap done over the last couple days. We cleaned out closets, built bookshelves (that involved a family trip to IKEA, which is something I plan to do again approximately never) (although I will say IKEA meatballs with IKEA lingonberry goo is a fine way to recover from such a traumatic event), hauled stuff to Goodwill, and JB manfully took on the dogshit-shoveling task, which was both Significant and Truly Awful.
We also got rid of our old refrigerator via Craigslist, thank you jebus. That thing had been sitting in our living room so long it nearly had squatter’s rights, and I was thrilled to finally see it go. For the sake of truthfulness, I did have to amend JB’s original posting, which read something like: “FREE FRIDGE, WORKS GREAT, COULD USE A BIT OF CLEANING ON THE INSIDE.” Saying it needed “a bit” of cleaning was sort of like saying the Titanic had a bit of a leak, you know? I did clean the terrifying crisper drawer, because my soul is not completely black (unlike the crisper drawer), but I left the rest of it, because in my opinion when a person lives through eighty jillion months of a home remodel, they get a bye on scrubbing out their ooky old fridge.
Instead, I wrote “COULD USE SOME CLEANING ON THE INSIDE.” See the difference? JB sounds like a shit salesman with a mouthful of samples, while I stand for virtue and journalistic integrity.
In picture-related news:
We finally have shelves in our new office, hooray! Also, JB seems to have located something with his stud finder, heh heh heh heh.
JB felt that Dog shouldn’t miss out on the home improvement efforts, so we got her a new dog bed (with extra-cushy insert, because she’s a senior citizen). I actually tried to color-coordinate it with our new living room, which I think means I have officially gone batshit crazy.
Here is a touching moment: a father and son reading together. Awww. Although Riley seems to be wondering where the hell Brown Bear Brown Bear is, and what’s with this Sea Technology crap?
Also, note JB’s bald-ass head. He didn’t keep the hawk, but not only did he personally raise $2500 for his charity (with his company matching dollar for dollar), but his workplace as a whole has raised—through employee donations/fundraising/volunteering and company matches—over $72 million in 2007 as of November 2. $72 MILLION, is that not insane? I mean, in a good way? It’s the company everyone loves to hate (in my industry, anyway) but holy shit, color me impressed and then some.
Nov
2
Thing the first:
Is anyone else watching that TMZ show on an embarrassingly regular basis? I am ashamed to admit how entertaining I am finding it. Like maybe even more so than my Us Weekly subscription. Shut up.
Thing the second:
Lots of people have asked me how Riley feels about having a little brother on the way. I think the answer is “fairly clueless”. I mean, we’ve talked about the Baby in Mama’s Belly etc etc blah, but I don’t think he really groks the whole concept yet. He doesn’t even seem to notice the mondo belly protuberance, although if he spies me changing my shirt he will announce to the entire world that “MAMA BEEBEES!” are on display.
Thing the third:
Can we play the What Are You Doing This Weekend game? My weekend is shaping up to be so boring (clean out old office, shovel wet dogshit out of the backyard, maybe get crazy and revive my 3-month-old DYI pedicure) I’m hoping to live vicariously through you. So tell me, what have you got planned?
Bonus thing the fourth:
Behold! The weirdest toes west of the Mississippi.
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