Wednesday, February 28, 2007

S.O.S

The drink machine at work has been out of Diet Coke since yesterday morning. We are in full crisis mode here at WK. Pin It

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Sad news

I was horrified to read about a bombing in Irag that claimed the lives of 18 (?) young boys playing soccer. I just can't begin to understand the mentality of a subculture that encourages this kind of senseless and cruel violence. Events like this serve to remind me how grateful I am to live in this country, where we are able to lead relatively protected lives. Fortunate isn't strong enough a word. Pin It

Monday, February 26, 2007

Already?

So Girl is on the phone with Aunt Grace and has not stopped to take a breath yet. The stream of conciousness is out of this world. So far I have overhard the dynamics of vomiting, the movie "The Black Stallion Returns", her glasses, Bambi, what to do when you are bored - the list is endless. I don't think Aunt G knew what she was getting into when she asked to speak to Cecilia. That child can flat out gab. You know what they say about the apple and the tree... Pin It

Chicken for supper...

For all those who have listened to me lament the crock pot situation you will be glad to know that supper is cooking as I write. Will and I went to Target yesterday and picked up a new slow cooker (on sale, yay!) and we are back in business. You just have to have one when you are a working mom - there is just no way around it.

The ripping sound you just heard was my last shred of dignity tearing apart as I espouse the virtues of the crock pot. Oh well... Pin It

Saturday, February 24, 2007

What an awesome day!

We have all been very excited to see Dottie and Josh this week - they got into town Thursday evening and we have had all sorts of fun! We visited some Thursday night at our house (the kids were INSANE) and today we decided to do some Lowcountry things. First we had a seafood lunch on Shem Creek (which was delicious) and then we decided to walk up the Ravenel Bridge. The weather was cool and windy but gorgeously sunny and clear so it was a great day for the walk. The kids had a great time and were such troopers about the howling wind and very chilly temp at the top! Then we walked back to the car and drove into Charleston to catch the water taxi. During the round trip to Patriot's Point, we saw dolphins, cormorants, seagulls, pelicans, tugboats, a barge, a crane and a cruise boat leaving for the Bahamas. Dottie and Josh headed back to her dad's and we all headed home. Poor Will was so tired that he fell asleep in the car with a cookie in his mouth and Celi somehow had her eyelids propped open fighting it with everything she had. All in all it was a great day and we are sad that our friends are going home tomorrow but we'll see them again soon!

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The Food and Beverage Industry Part 2

Apparently there has been a shift in consumer economics that I was unaware had happened. Customers make the concessions, not the restaurant. While getting fast food at a place that shall remain nameless but rhymes with CINDY'S, I asked to pay separately and was told, no - just give xyz amount of change to the other person. Stunned silence ensued.

After we drove away laughing about this mysterious new dichotomy, I looked in the bag holding the food. Not only was the salad I ordered not there, it had been replaced with fries, which thereby cemented my theory that something is amiss in the the F&B industry.

Someone! Anyone! Please teach me the new rules! I want to play, too. Pin It

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Suburban Disposal Strikes Again.

For those who didn't already know, we have had ongoing drama with our trash service. Since we don't live within the city limits, we have to pay for trash pickup quarterly.
PART ONE:
Apparently the check I mailed them for their last payment has been lost somewhere in the world and unbeknownst to all, they discontinued our service with no warning whatsoever. So last Tuesday we had the Hurbie Curbie or whatever out with not just one, but TWO weeks of trash because we missed the week before simply because we forgot to put it out. The measures that Lawton took to balance the 14 or so bags of garbage were truly heroic and they should have picked up the damn trash based on that feat alone. Just because it was impressive. The trash truck doesn't even slow down at our driveway, giving us the previously absent notification that there was some sort of problem. We find out about the missing check, make the necessary phone calls and consider the problem solved.
ASIDE: When a federal holiday falls on a Monday, our trash is ALWAYS moved back to Wednesday because the Monday people are being picked up on Tuesday and so on.
PART TWO:
This morning (Tuesday AFTER PRESIDENTS DAY) I am putting on my makeup and I hear "OH MY GOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" coming from the dining room via Lawton's disbelieving face. The garbage truck is sitting at our driveway and the garbage men are all, wtf? I look at Lawt and I'm all wtf? Then the truck drives away, leaving us with yet another weeks worth of trash. The way I see it, the mysteries of Suburban Disposal are right up there with the location of Jimmy Hoffa's body and crop circles. Maybe one day we will know the truth. Pin It

'Nuff said.

What does Love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca- age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image) Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four-year-old child whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry." Pin It

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Boys don't make passes...


Whover coined that dumb phrase NEVER saw Cecilia in her new glasses! Because she is about the cutest thing ever. We realized that she was having a hard time with her vision at her 5 year old check up which couldn't be done until January. So on the 9th of February, Celi and I both went to have our eyes examined at Dr. Coyle's office. Celi was so grown up with the doctor - just like a little adult answering questions and putting her face to the lense thingy. I was so proud! It turns out that Celi's left eye wasn't pulling its share of the load visually and that she would need some glasses to get it in gear. The good news was that Dr. Coyle thinks that since this was caught early on, her vision is likely to improve! So we went to pick the frames and of course she had to have the Disney Princess fames with the fairly dust in the side pieces. Tooooo cute! She looks adorable in them and it was so special hearing her say things that made me know how much better she could see! Pin It

Friday, February 16, 2007

Seriously? Seriously. Seriously!

So it has only been a day and a half since I started this blog and I already have a "rant". I went to lunch today with a girlfriend to this very local and yummy place near downtown. We wanted to share two different items, but didn't to make a big mess or use more plates, etc. Then I have the idea of asking the waitress to ask the kitchen if they will do it for us. (Neither of these dishes are complicated or large, just in case you were wondering). She flat out refuses to ask them, saying that they don't do special orders during the lunch rush as they were too busy. Seriously? When did putting things on different plates become "special"? So we are all, fine, fine, whatever, and let it go. I was not pleased. Another idea came to me so I asked the waitress if she would ask the kitchen to merely cut the food in half. SHE SAYS NO AGAIN! Seriously! When it's this busy you can't ask them to do anything, blah blah blah. I was dumbfounded. I mean, it's the slice of a knife. That's all. They can cut a cheeseburger but they can't cut a crab cake?! Seriously. Pin It

Dog's Revenge

Dog has been recently given unsupervised run of the house during the day. For a couple of weeks, she did great - no accidents, no destruction, nothing! However, over the last week or so she has been taking out her frustration on paper. I have come to the conclusion that she is having parties while we are out, because the pieces of whatever paper she can find are so small they could be confused with confetti! Aside from being annoyed that I have to clean it up, it is a little intriguing as to how she can a) find the paper after I have secured the house, b) tear it into such uniform and symmetrical pieces and c) how she manages to look as if she has no idea what I am talking about when I confront her about her wild ways. Mess with the paper - fine, whatever. Just don't drink the beer. Pin It

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Is it wrong?

This happened a few days ago. Boy, from his bedroom, is yelling something that apparently requires my attention. No matter that it is going on 10:00 PM and he is still awake. But that is a story for another day. This particular evening, it appears that Boy has discovered his, uh, male member. "Mommy! Mommy! Something something something" that I can't understand, but it is obvious he is trying to explain something important to me. I go see what he wants, and he has his hand in his underwear, checking it all out. Trying to be the cool, your body is A OK mom, I ask him what he needs. Hand still on the now perpendicular body part, he looks at me and says straitfaced, "somethin's going on down here". Yes it is, ladies and gentlemen, yes it is. I have a sister. My firstborn is a girl. I want so much to not make anyone feel embarrassed or ashamed of their bodies, but that is about more than I can take. What I really want to know is why he called ME and not Daddy? Pin It

First post

I am feeling political today so this post is not all that interesting - the good stuff starts when I pick up The Rats from school.

Most know I am not a big fan of Hilary Clinton. However, my opinion sunk even lower this morning while watching a Today show clip featuring her remarks about Iran. In a nutshell, she warned the President that Congress will not make decisions about conflict with Iran based on faulty intelligence, i.e., making reference to the lack of WMD found in Iraq. Well, no shit. Conspiracy theories notwithstanding and possibly even being true, I think that was about the most ridiculously obvious statement I have heard in quite some time. I really really would love for a politician have something real, insightful and original to say. Pin It