Is it bad that I just couldn’t find the baby?
Archive for April, 2008
Along with all of the home improvements we are about to undertake, I would like to finally add some treatments to my dining room windows… I’ve been at a loss as to what to do. I just couldn’t decide. Ask me to decide for someone else, sure, no problem… I go back and forth between liking the windows without anything and wanting to warm it up in there with some fab treatments… I’m on the treatment kick at the moment…
That’s what you can do with a ginormous wall, btw… Fill, fill, fill it up with plates. I have plates all over my house. It’s pretty common now to see them, but my family has had plates up for years. I collect antique china and especially love to display it on the walls… (I collect a zillion different things… But, that’s another post.) Blue Willow, which you see on the wall (only the old stuff…) and Rose Medallion (chinese canton, and only the old stuff…) are my two main collections. There is also a small collection of Indian Tree in my bedroom above my bed (that is about to be moved elsewhere, I have an enormous framed tapestry of my great-grandmother’s to put there.)
I got my love of china from my uncle. Especially my love for canton. He had a rather extensive collection of blue and white canton at one time. But, he has been known to sell his collections from time to time and he only has a few of the rarer pieces left. Anyway, the Rose Medallion is by far my favorite one. I started collecting it as a child. If you are ever looking for something to buy me, you can always buy me a nice, old piece of Rose Medallion!
Also, on my very long wish/to do list is a new (antique, so new to me) dining room table and buffet. This table was my grandmother’s and I love it, but it’s just not big enough. The buffet was the Mister’s grandmother’s and is sort of beaten up…. The china cabinet was my grandmother’s and matches the table. It works for the space.
Anyway, picture overload again… But, I was serious about starting to blog about interiors. Mine and others’. So, there ya go. I’ll have to let you know what I decide about the windows.
Wow. There really is a floor in the laundry room. A nice tile one… You would never have known it by the way that room has looked for, oh, the last three years. It’s one of those rooms that the door stays shut on and that nobody, I mean NOBODY, ever sees. Am I the only slacker with one of those rooms? Surely not.
It was not a very functional room, either, before the Mister replaced the door with a bi-fold one. There is a pretty big utility sink in there and there are cabinets and everything, but it’s just not a big room, by any means. I thought it was huge when we bought the house… We had a ninety year old house before and laundry rooms, and closets, were hard to come by in those days… So, coming from somewhere that had a stack unit in a closet, this laundry room was enormous.
Until the freezer arrived… The biggest freezer known to man… To take up what little extra space my little laundry room had. It was a house warming gift from my mother-in-law… She insisted. We told her, repeatedly, that we didn’t need it, or certainly didn’t need one that big. We thought it was over until the doorbell rang and it was the delivery guy. I have no idea how that guy got it in. Seriously. It took him all afternoon to wedge it into the place he had to put it. And there is barely room enough to slip a piece of paper between it and the counter on one side and the wall on the other. No joke. It was a good gift, and she meant well, and it stays full of her stuff, so a great buy for her.
Anyway, the old door opened into the room, and onto the sink. And the washer and dryer take up the right side, under the cabinets. On the left side of the room are the sink and the freezer. The room is just small enough that if you put a laundry basket or anything in there, you have to move it to either open the dryer or open the freezer… There is nowhere to fold. And, to use the sink, you have go in and close the door behind you. But, if you have more than one or two laundry baskets (or the Mt. Everest of laundry on the floor) you can’t even open the door all the way. It’s a matchbox. My next house will have a monster of a laundry room, I assure you.
The bi-fold door solves most of the problems! Genius idea on my part. Mister Engineer didn’t even come up with that one. You can open it and walk in and use the entire space. Voila! Problem solved. Now, if the Mister will just fix the sheet rock where he ripped out the door frame and paint the whole sha-bang, it will look fab. Seeing as how the new door sat in the garage for a year, and we’ve had no door frame for almost as long, I’m not counting on it any time soon. Maybe I better have a party, that always makes us get our asses in gear and start crossing stuff off the list… (Or a repairman… And you thought I was just that motivated…)
So, I spent the E.N.T.I.R.E. day doing laundry yesterday. It’s still all over my den. My goal today is to get it all finished. And, then sit down and do nothing for the rest of the week. I’ve accomplished enough to satisfy my housework quota for the week, I think. Apart from the daily maintenance crap.
But, I blew up my vacuum cleaner yesterday… It was fairly new and a pretty nice one. I think my kids are just so messy that it couldn’t hang with all the shredded paper, plastic, ribbons and dried bits of gumball sized play-doh… I think the Mister was secretly excited. When I emailed him asking “if the vacuum cleaner produced enough smoke to fill this side of the house, do you think it’s broken?” His reply was “Yes. I guess I can now go buy a Dyson.” I refused him the Dyson when we bought this one last year. I think he will just scrap it without even bothering to see what’s wrong… He better go buy it today. There is a baby that crawls all over these floors and I may go crazy chasing after him and picking little crap up off the floor that is in his path. Avery must have crumbled handfuls of “daddy crackers” at a time (aka, saltines) yesterday and she did an art project that included ten thousand little circles of tissue paper, which 9,000 of wound up on the floor.
Maybe Baby Henry and I will just go hang out in the laundry room. I can take the laptop and he can crawl in circles on the clean floor. Sounds like a fine idea to me…
He got me right as I was about to take my very first swing at tennis last night. That shit hurt. And, I couldn’t stop, there was nobody to pity me or help me… I was left to suffer in silence and keep right on playing without even a second’s pause. It swelled up and stung like a bitch. I’m talking my whole forearm was bright red and swollen. I wanted my mommy. Or for Avery to hug and kiss on me… That always makes me feel better. At least I had something to blame my poorly played first half of the match on… That ^^^ motherlovin’ hornet.
Three year olds need naps. Most definitely, they do… Can someone make mine understand that? And, while you’re at it, could you make her understand that she needs to eat something other than cheese, peanut butter, Goldfish and bread? Oh, and tell her that she’s big enough to use the potty. Pullups just don’t hold big girl sized pees or poops… They explode. I’ll be your bestfriend… Thanks.
That’s what we’ve been all weekend… Friday night was Disney Princesses on Ice. Man, our two little Princesses (Princess Avery and Princess Sophie, aka Snow White and Tinkerbell…) had an amazing time. I don’t think we’ll ever be able to get the cheap seats again… We sat right on the ice. The skaters were so close we could have almost touched them and you definitely felt the breeze as they skated by. You really felt like a part of the show sitting that close. It was way kewl.
Jasmine, Sleeping Beauty, Belle, Mulan, Ariel and Cinderella were featured. The girls had to have snacks and those light wand things that cost $50.00. And, some of those skaters were pretty good. I have a sneaking suspicion some of them had high hopes for their skating careers and didn’t quite cut it. They were probably all Olympic hopefuls, or wannabes, at one time… Probably from the Czech Republic or the Ukraine or somewhere… And wound up touring the US dressed up as a fork and a spoon.
Anyway, it was fun and the girls were amazed. Am I the only sentimental sap that cries at shit like that? Anytime I take Avery to something, whether it be that or the Wiggles or a damned birthday party, I cry like a fuckin’ baby. Seriously. I get so overwhelmed with the joy of being a parent and being somewhere special with my child, and overwhelmed with the joy of seeing her so excited, that I just well up and bawl. It’s actually really embarrassing. I’m sure people think I’m some nutjob.
Yesterday, I hit the ground running (at 9:45, but still…) I played tennis in the AM. It was hot as hell. I probably lost 5 pounds just from sweating. Anyway, if yesterday was indicative of how I am going to play in the tournament, that starts tomorrow, I’m going to get my ass handed to me on a platter. I’m blaming it on the fact that I had only been awake for 45 minutes, had only had coffee to drink and was using my old, worn out racket… Yeah, those are the reasons. I’m seriously NOT taking home any trophies if that is how I am going to play this week. I did leave and go straight to buy a new racket.
Then, we went to a little league game, and a barbecue. Then ran errands all afternoon. We came home, chilled out and the Mister took out many trees and bushes with the tractor. He is clearing the spot for Avery’s ginormous play thing that he is supposed to have up by her birthday. Yeah, that’s May 26th… And, we’ll be at the beach for five days before then. He better get bizay. After he worked for a while, we went out to his parents’ and goofed around and had dinner. (And beer, of course…)
Today, the Mister is back on the tractor (I’m sure he is looking forward to it, he gets so excited when he has an excuse to play on the tractor…) and then we are going back out to the ils’ for a boat ride and for hunting arrowheads. (And beer….) Our usual Sunday afternoon…. I should probably find someone to go play tennis with, too, so that I can work out the kinks from yesterday and feel a little more confident in my game. It really sucked. I know that I say I play tennis strictly for the fun of it, but I’d be so lying if I said I didn’t want to win…. A shiny trophy would look very nice on the shelf. A shiny first place trophy, of course…
Okay, so I’ve been putting it off… Laura, at Our Crazy Wonderful Life , tagged me, like two weeks ago… Yeah, I’m slack, I know it. I embrace it.
So, to be a good sport I will play… You are supposed to list seven things about yourself and then tag seven other blogs, asking them to do the same. I don’t have seven people that I feel comfortable tagging. That’s part of the reason I have been reluctant to do it. So, I’m skipping that whole part…
Okay, here goes…
1.) My two kids are IVF babies. I’ve mentioned it here, but only once… We tried and tried and tried and tried. We tried to the point of it being absolutely no fun whatsoever… I was on clomid for a year before moving on to a fertility doctor. We did IUI (artificial insemination, turkey baster style,) three of them, unsuccessfully. We finally moved on to IVF. We were extremely fortunate in that we got pg on the first try with twins. We went on to have one healthy, beautiful, energetic baby, Avery. We had three frozen embryos left over from that round. We transferred all three and got extremely lucky again, getting pg with Baby Henry. So, I guess, technically, they are twins. Weird to think of it that way, huh?
2.) Herpetologist wannabe… I’m obsessed with snakes and alligators and crocodiles. Have been ever since I can remember…
3.) I’m extremely interested in history, especially Egyptology. Devour ancient Egyptian history… When I was a little girl, until I got much older, I told everyone I wanted to be an archaeologist when I grew up. My passion for Egyptology being the main reason.
4.) I’m an Arthurian Legend Geek. Or, I used to be really… I don’t get to read much anymore. Even if you think you don’t like King Arthur type stuff, please read Bernard Cornwell’s trilogy, The Warlord Chronicles. It’s more of a realistic, down and dirty, filthy, flea-ridden dark age tale… Like what it really would have been like for King Arthur, not romanticized at all, no hocus pocus magic, no mythical beasts, etc… A lot on war, ancient war strategy, ancient politics, Welsh, British, and Roman history and a whole lot on the struggles between Druidism and Christianity. Seriously fantastic. (I love to read any historical fiction, btw…)
5.) I don’t cook anymore. I “cook” easy stuff for Avery, but she doesn’t eat much, so it’s nothing time consuming or laborious… The Mister and I pretty much eat out or eat cereal or sandwiches every night. Totally not kidding. I like to cook, and I’m actually a damn good cook, I just am lazy and I despise the thought of having to clean the kitchen afterwards. NOT appealing to me right now…
6.) All things paranormal and “occult” interest me. I know a lot, actually, about “occult” topics… A whole lot. And, paranormal and occult things don’t really belong in the same category, but since I only had one slot left, I lumped them together… And since I’m talking paranormal stuff, here’s a bonus tidbit… My house is haunted.
7.) I owned a bar in a former life… What a fitting occupation, you say? Surprisingly, I drank the least during that time period…
Have I revealed too much?
Okay, instead of me tagging people and linking to their blogs, just pick seven from my faves to the right over there…. There’s some good stuff. Maybe you will find some new daily reading. Enjoy!