Friday, August 31, 2007
It's the Little Things
This week two Little Things brightened my life: graham crackers and a trash can.
Have you seen these little gems? They're just plain ol' graham crackers by Honey Maid. What makes them a really wonderful Little Thing is that they are exactly square and packaged like saltine crackers: in a long stack. Now I can seal them up with a twist-tie! No more fumbling with a half-consumed rectangular package with torn up cellophane, trying to stuff it back into the box. I looked on the Nabisco web site and saw "limited edition" in the description. I should go buy a case. (Another bonus: they cost the same as the cello-mess ones.)
The second Little Thing is our new trash can. It's a city-supplied outdoor behemoth with wheels and, brace yourself, an ATTACHED LID. Our neighborhood is changing to once-weekly trash pick-up and our city has supplied us these large cans in place of our own. It is brand-spankin' new. It's so cool I thought about putting Mickey and Alex in it for a ride before I contaminated it with our trash. I love it because it takes up less space in our garage and I can lift the lid with one finger...and did I tell you it is brand-spankin' new? Oh, and it has a thingy on the front that will be lifted by the truck. No grubby trashman hands will be touching it. Little did they realize how much this can would appeal to we germophobes in the city.
So there ya go. What Little Things have graced your life this week?
P.S. Lest you are thinking "wow, doesn't she have anything better to do..." take note of the fact that I did not take time to photograph these Little Things. I do have time to be lazy, thankyouverymuch.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
The facts of fall
Today Pete got the email below from his buddy, a die-hard college football fan. The friend's comment about the article, which was not written by him, was something like "this sums it all up for me..."
And Pete wholeheartedly agreed.
For all you soon-to-be football widows out there, it's time to face the inevitable. This week our husbands suddenly become glassy-eyed TV remote hogs who yell and whoop during televised games, thinking the players will somehow here their pleas and play better. Pete has had his poor-man's picture-in-picture set up for a week (that's two TV's downstairs: one solely for football, the other still for Barney. I think I will be in a corner somewhere rocking back and forth...).
For other teams, legitimate visions of BCS glory bubbling forth between now and Friday are erased before the leaves have fallen from the trees. Others will stumble in the midst of the yet-to-be determined "Showdown Saturday." A select few will be allowed to hold onto August's anticipation until fall's final games are played.
I love this week.
The last few days leading up to the first game of a college football season are the closest I've found as an adult to those exciting, anxious days of my youth right before Christmas.
Now, as then, hope springs eternal. Optimism is the norm.
Would I get the ThunderCats action figures? I asked Santa and he seemed pretty positive. Will my beloved Buckeyes erase the sting of the final game of last season? I read the papers and everybody says they're using the doubts as motivation. It looks good.
Then again, it always looks good this week, doesn't it? Just as those unopened packages underneath the tree on December 22nd always contained the requested gift.
This week, the season is still perfect. This week, The Big Dream is possible. This week, none of those packages contain underwear and socks. Of course, for all but two teams, that dream eventually dies. For some it was unrealistic from the get go. They never really had a shot except for this week. They were fooling themselves. (Did I really think Santa was going to bring me the cute girl from Facts of Life that one year?)
Yet still it will end. By a flat effort against an inferior opponent. A lucky bounce. A trick play. A missed call.
But not today.
Today we all sit on the right knee of the mall College Football Santa, reading off our wish list for 2007. And I'll be damned if he doesn't listen. And give "that smile" that makes you believe it's all going to come your way. Which is good enough. Because right now, this week, it doesn't get any better.
Okay, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, I always say. Have fun, Pete and all your friends, and the guy who wrote this article. May the season bring your teams lots of W's, no injuries to the first-string quarterback, and, heck, maybe even a visit from Lisa Welchel.
WFMW: $10 Keepsake
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
"Way to go, Mickey!"
Monday, August 27, 2007
Even scarier than the jam-packed wave pool...
Personal: To my mom on her 75th birthday
Friday, August 24, 2007
Taking another break...
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Shut. UP. I had a "favorite find"?
Yep. Guess whose diaper bag was in the first submission!
Just so you know what an honor this woman has unknowingly bestowed upon me, there are thousands and thousands of items sold at this sale. I submitted 98 of them. The chances that my diaper bag would turn up on this blog are almost as slim as winning the lottery (which is currently up to $300 mil. Methinks I need to run an errand to Quik Trip tomorrow).
Anyway, I will make about $4 on that "favorite find." Which may not seem like a lot, except when you consider it was given to me by a friend. Who I hope does not read my blog.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Things I fear
To describe the scene, which isn't nearly as much fun as seeing the video, it was a jam-packed wave pool at a water park in Japan. So many people were in the pool as its artificial waves began that you could not even see the water. Looked almost like those horrible tsunami videos. Only these people weren't screaming for their lives and clinging to debris.
Going off a bridge in my car.
An airplane crash.
Suffocation of any kind.
And this. Scroll down to the video of the wave pool.
Thanks, Budget Travel. I most assuredly will not sleep tonight.
Got my Babeebrite!
So thanks, once again, to 5MFM for my loot!
Note: someone suggested putting Alex's diaper on backward at night to keep him from getting hold of the tabs. We tried it. Let's just say I'm up for any other suggestions if you've got 'em...
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
WFMW: Just Between Friends consignment
Today's tip: check out the Just Between Friends event in your city to consign kids' clothes, toys, equipment, etc.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
"Hot" just doesn't do it justice
Now, you might have already gone to weather.com and checked the temps in Death Valley. If not, I'll save you the frowning face. Read on for an explanation:
Temp in My City, Oklahoma: 105
"Heat Index": 107
Temp in Death Valley, Californai: 109
"Heat Index": 103
So technically it feels hotter out on my front porch than in Death Valley. For some reason think I should write this on my calendar.
Oh, and the current temp in International Falls? 74. And the weather guys up there have never heard of "heat index."
Monday, August 13, 2007
PGA Recap (and no "Tiger" puns!)
We got to go on Wednesday and Saturday, the former being autographs-and-pictures day. The latter, well, if you got caught even WISHING you had your camera, you'd have been whisked away in shackles.
Below are some shots I got before my camera started to melt. I took tons more, but suffice it to say most of them look like pictures of kelly green carpet.
The tent area for corporate types who are too wimpy to endure the 100+ temperatures. Not really tents, more like gigantic cocoons. Air conditioned. And since mostly men frequented these tents, it was about 55 degrees inside. Ahhhhhh...
Number 12 green, supposedly Southern Hills' signature hole.
Number 18 fairway. Has to be the most photographed hole on the course. Breathtaking.
Padraig Harrington during the practice session, teeing off at Number 8. See the guy hunched over on the far right? See Padraig's ball at the tip of the guy's foot? See Padraig's head still in the "down" position? I know zilch about a golf swing, but I think that's a good thing.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
If you really want to meet your neighbors...
Friday, August 10, 2007
I won a Babee!
Yes, I know I do not have a newborn requiring middle-of-the-night diaper changes, but I do have Alex: king of the late-night I'm-going-to-attempt-to-remove-my-diaper-even-while-wearing-pajama-pants. Somehow he manages to get in there and dismantle the whole thing, so every night after he falls asleep I sneak in, turn over his thirty-some-odd pounds, and put everything back together.
So thanks 5MFM. I will wear my Babeebrite with pride.
(And if you haven't checked out 5MFM...get over there now!)
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Knock, knock. Who's there? Nobody...
I've got some irons in the fire, though, and they are keeping me hopping. I'll blog about them at a future date when the dust has settled in a few weeks.
I've also begun the countdown to when Alex and Mickey start Mother's Day Out. Then I'll have some quality time to blog. Or sleep. Or do my nails. Or nothing. I love my boys more than I ever imagined...and I love them having organized play time with other kids. Twice a week for five hours.
So don't stop knockin'; I may answer with some real content someday.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
'Cause you just never know...
Overheard: My 3-year-old jokester
Little Boy: Are you leaving?
Mickey: No! I'm Mickey!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
"Hey, brother...let's shake things up a little..."
Somehow, though, the two of them have conspired against me lately. Alex (the little one) has decided he likes his naps earlier in the day, and Mickey has decided he is going to try everything in the book to avoid one altogether.
So that's one of several reasons I've been a little scarce here lately. Bear with me as I try to resist the mutiny...
Thank you, five readers!
So, to the five of you: thank you for visiting. When I become rich and famous for blogging I will remember that it was you who were charter Home Team supporters...
Now you can sleep tonight.