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Let it Shine
4 days ago
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Evening Reading
Cozying up beside my laptop, learning all about my Tempwood, and my dreaded thru-da-wall chimney and my CMP-luvin' Eden Pure heater. I know that some cultures are warm for free, they get their tsunami demolitions for free, but HERE, we get to work and pay for our houses to burn to the ground. Awesome!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Little Hands
...know what they want! For some reason my desktop lost its ability to internet (sob!) so we're down to the laptop, and I'm starting to get the feeling that Jimmy doesn't like the internet much at all. On the laptop I'm in a different chair and closer to his play area and he's started to grab my head to tear my eyes away from the screen and into his face. He slyly picks off keys, sometimes I can't get them back on (goodbye, Caps Lock and Number Three) and when he's really done with the laptop, he's figured out that he can close it shut and wave it buh-bye.
Tonight I put those useful little hands in fingerpaint.
I know that fingerpainting is supposed to be messy, but I forgot just how much!
Tonight I put those useful little hands in fingerpaint.
I know that fingerpainting is supposed to be messy, but I forgot just how much!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Stacked
About 3 years ago Blue Eyes from CJ's Firewood dropped off the final 2 cords of our firewood, and today the planets all aligned so that I was home, Hubby was home, no one's back was broken, we started bombing the moon, the weather was good, there was no Elvis impersonator practice, and most impressive of all, Jimmy was taking a decent nap so we could finally stack it! We were pretty psyched, but also pretty surprised when Channel 8 showed up, presumably to cover the event.
I mean, I knew it was a big deal to us, to finally get the pile out of our driveway, but I didn't think it was THAT big of a deal! I was a little mortified to think that Southern Maine would consider it newsworthy that we were finally picking this huge mess up, that our wood pile was so blightful and such an inconvenience to everyone in the region, but ultimately I think I scared the newsguy away with my camera, he drove off after "pretending" to check out a mild car accident at the corner. Jeez, slow news day, Channel 8????
But we're stacked up for a warm winter with our wood dry and cozy under the Jethro wrap. More happy fall, y'all!
I mean, I knew it was a big deal to us, to finally get the pile out of our driveway, but I didn't think it was THAT big of a deal! I was a little mortified to think that Southern Maine would consider it newsworthy that we were finally picking this huge mess up, that our wood pile was so blightful and such an inconvenience to everyone in the region, but ultimately I think I scared the newsguy away with my camera, he drove off after "pretending" to check out a mild car accident at the corner. Jeez, slow news day, Channel 8????
But we're stacked up for a warm winter with our wood dry and cozy under the Jethro wrap. More happy fall, y'all!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Four Day Foliage
I took this photo October 4.
Today it looks like this:
I also took this photo 4 days ago:
Today, it looked like this:
It's kinda like a page out of Highlights!
Four days ago my baby looked like this:
Then today, this kid came out of my camera.
Who is this little BOY?
I always figured I was just a lazy slob because my zippered hoodies always do this:
but it turns out the left-shoulder thing is hereditary! Whoa!
Jimmy wouldn't eat the leftover stuffed shells I served for lunch, but he did eat baseball field dirt.
Other stuff from October 8:
Pinecones,
Pineneedles!
Helicopter.
Mumma.
Freakishly large greenbean,
...and a whole bunch of other stuff I didn't have a camera for. I love Thursdays, Thursdays are my favorite!
Today it looks like this:
I also took this photo 4 days ago:
Today, it looked like this:
It's kinda like a page out of Highlights!
Four days ago my baby looked like this:
Then today, this kid came out of my camera.
Who is this little BOY?
I always figured I was just a lazy slob because my zippered hoodies always do this:
but it turns out the left-shoulder thing is hereditary! Whoa!
Jimmy wouldn't eat the leftover stuffed shells I served for lunch, but he did eat baseball field dirt.
Other stuff from October 8:
Pinecones,
Pineneedles!
Helicopter.
Mumma.
Freakishly large greenbean,
...and a whole bunch of other stuff I didn't have a camera for. I love Thursdays, Thursdays are my favorite!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Monday Handicap
Cableless and air-prone to pixelated problematics, I bow to gawds and divine t.v.ention that this show airs on Channel 8. It takes up a lot of my time and my innermost soul so I'm a little light on Monday night updates. Go Kelly!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Errrm, 'Scuse Me....
....I thought the SkyMall was just for useless shit.
http://www.skymall.com/shopping/detail.htm?pid=102910355&c=69753853
It sorta doesn't even matter that it's spelled wrong, I love it so. I heart kre8tifs spellings and portmanteaux (hell-o, 'kickasserole') and all, but I have to apollo-jize to any 2-A'd Rachels, because I never really got it. I recently read that the alternative spelling 'Rachael' came from the popularity of the name 'Michael.' But it's a "ch" sound...not a "k" sound... what's the urge to make it match 'Michael'? AND I've been a Rachel long enough to know that everyone spells the double-A'd one wrong, it's a force so strong that it even makes them spell mine wrong. Countless correspondence pieces I've received addressed to 'Racheal.' But no one ever spells 'Michael' wrong. It totally screws with people's minds-ael! Casserole agita!
http://www.skymall.com/shopping/detail.htm?pid=102910355&c=69753853
It sorta doesn't even matter that it's spelled wrong, I love it so. I heart kre8tifs spellings and portmanteaux (hell-o, 'kickasserole') and all, but I have to apollo-jize to any 2-A'd Rachels, because I never really got it. I recently read that the alternative spelling 'Rachael' came from the popularity of the name 'Michael.' But it's a "ch" sound...not a "k" sound... what's the urge to make it match 'Michael'? AND I've been a Rachel long enough to know that everyone spells the double-A'd one wrong, it's a force so strong that it even makes them spell mine wrong. Countless correspondence pieces I've received addressed to 'Racheal.' But no one ever spells 'Michael' wrong. It totally screws with people's minds-ael! Casserole agita!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Our New Toddler Group!
Being under the weather didn't stop me from getting Jimmy all spiffy for his new Toddler Group this morning. Truthfully, we weren't tooo excited, the group was scheduled at some "community center" and for only 45 minutes at a time, but it was something. We used to go to one at a fancy private school but when I went to register him for the Fall session I couldn't help but notice that the age limit had been adjusted to 28 months. Jimmy just happened to be...28 months. Peculiar. Why 28 months? Why not 36? Or even 30. 28? They also made a point of saying the toddlers had to be walking (Mr. Late Walker started with them before he was walking...jeez, sorry it was such an inconvenience) and that younger infant sibs were no longer invited. That they could handle a few, but not many. How did they choose which ones they could handle?? AND they jacked the rates so my 2 year 4 month old and I chose to keep our eyes out for something new.
We found one which meets on my day off, we were there at 11:00 on the dot....and we were only ones there besides the two facilitators that the City of Portland Recreation Department picked up at the homeless shelter, put into Rec Dept t-shirts and placed into a room with crappy dirty toys and expected me to accept this as a safe place for my son to play. Jeb (the other Jeb, not the Bush one) and Lara Louise of Rosemary's Baby tried, but they obviously had very little experience with children or being in charge of...anything. The English language included. I sat on the floor with Jimmy, stunned, I couldn't even look up. We waited 7 long minutes for other toddlers to show up, none did, I was getting sweaty and in one blurry moment I whisked Jimmy into my arms, thanked them, and darted out. Way to go, City of Portland. Thanks.
Outside Jimmy played on the playground.
There was a group of 1st or 2nd graders also playing out there and I couldn't help but question whether some parts of "playing" actually work. As I stood there I witnessed countless attempts to initiate games of make-believe and none of them worked out "You be the Father and I'll be the Baby." "Caitlyn---put me in jail! Caitlyn, put me in jail! Put me in jail! Jail! Caitlyn!" "You be the Dogcatcher and I'll be the Dog. Arf!!! Catch me!" No one ever responded to these suggestions (demands?) and it was stressing me out. Was this considered 'fun' to anyone? Having your efforts go ignored, or being annoyed with someone's repeated attempts for your attention? And that it's an epidemic on this playground? That, combined with the failed playgroup experience I couldn't help but think that in a society that so values 'socialization', on top of having such a neurotic mother...poor Jimmy is screwed!
Later on li'l unner-da-whedder me threw together a breakfast-for-dinner casserole but my frugal homebodiness backfired when I had to run to Shaw's for a $10 bottle of maple syrup. But I'm glad I did, it made it sooo goooood.
...and now Jimmy and I are watching Finding Nemo and dreading the 5am alarm, back to another workweek! /groan/
We found one which meets on my day off, we were there at 11:00 on the dot....and we were only ones there besides the two facilitators that the City of Portland Recreation Department picked up at the homeless shelter, put into Rec Dept t-shirts and placed into a room with crappy dirty toys and expected me to accept this as a safe place for my son to play. Jeb (the other Jeb, not the Bush one) and Lara Louise of Rosemary's Baby tried, but they obviously had very little experience with children or being in charge of...anything. The English language included. I sat on the floor with Jimmy, stunned, I couldn't even look up. We waited 7 long minutes for other toddlers to show up, none did, I was getting sweaty and in one blurry moment I whisked Jimmy into my arms, thanked them, and darted out. Way to go, City of Portland. Thanks.
Outside Jimmy played on the playground.
There was a group of 1st or 2nd graders also playing out there and I couldn't help but question whether some parts of "playing" actually work. As I stood there I witnessed countless attempts to initiate games of make-believe and none of them worked out "You be the Father and I'll be the Baby." "Caitlyn---put me in jail! Caitlyn, put me in jail! Put me in jail! Jail! Caitlyn!" "You be the Dogcatcher and I'll be the Dog. Arf!!! Catch me!" No one ever responded to these suggestions (demands?) and it was stressing me out. Was this considered 'fun' to anyone? Having your efforts go ignored, or being annoyed with someone's repeated attempts for your attention? And that it's an epidemic on this playground? That, combined with the failed playgroup experience I couldn't help but think that in a society that so values 'socialization', on top of having such a neurotic mother...poor Jimmy is screwed!
Later on li'l unner-da-whedder me threw together a breakfast-for-dinner casserole but my frugal homebodiness backfired when I had to run to Shaw's for a $10 bottle of maple syrup. But I'm glad I did, it made it sooo goooood.
...and now Jimmy and I are watching Finding Nemo and dreading the 5am alarm, back to another workweek! /groan/
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