Archive for the ‘Everyday Stuff’ Category
Shopping:
Sticker Shock:
And finally, waiting very patiently in the check out line:
As we approached the cash register I asked her who was paying and she looked at me and said, clear as a bell, “I need you debit card, Mama.” So I gave it to her and she held tight to it all the way up to the counter where the checkout guy completely and totally ignored her. Good thing she was fascinated with the teeny cart and didn’t notice his lack of pint-sized customer service.
With rings bells on her fingers wrists,
and bells cow slippers (that moo) on her toes;
she shall have music wherever she goes bounces:
Up…
and down.
Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing on that darned horse screeching, “Mama – look at meeeeee” and “turn around” and “take peek-chur” until I finally do because, my heavens, she can’t STAND it if I actually have the audacity to try and do something else if we’re in the same room.
Thank you, freecycle. This has been one of the best and most loved toys EVER.
And yes, I’m totally embarrassed about the strip of unpainted trim behind her. I could lie and tell you that it’s a new project nearing completion, however that would be totally false since it, and its corresponding baseboard trim, has been unpainted for at least 3 (and maybe even 4) years now. I’d also like to say it will be painted soon but that’s probably not likely to happen either.
Would you believe I got NO flowers after my surgery? I got plenty of get well wishes and even a few get well gifts but not even one bouquet of flowers – which actually would have been nice seeing that I was pretty much confined to one part of my house for a long while. Apparently I protested too well to folks: “No, no – don’t spend your money on me” and “Flowers just die in a couple of days anyway,” I said. Hmmph, won’t do that again.
The get well gifts were very thoughtful. Spa sets, a cheese basket (still puzzling over this one a bit but I LOVE the basket it came in – it was repurposed right away to hold Ava’s hairbows), and even a snack bouquet.
The snack bouquet was very cute but I think J enjoyed it even more than I did. I had to near fight him for the KitKat bar and he somehow managed to snag the oreos when I wasn’t looking. Although, in all seriousness, food wasn’t even the slightest bit interesting or appetizing at this point anyway (except for KitKat bars). I love the snack bouquet idea though and will definitely use this in the future. It looks pretty easy to make – sticks glued on to the backs of the packages and stuck into florist foam with a little bit of green cellophane arranged to look like grass.
But the best gift?
My visits with this little thing (especially once she decided she liked me again):
That’s the best medicine on Earth.
Clearly she has none.
When I asked her what on earth she was doing, she replied “Cleaning my toes, Mama.”
What could I do but laugh? She answered my question, didn’t she?
And then we had a chat about the appropriateness of putting our feet on the table…especially while eating. So far the message seems to have stuck, thank goodness.
We’re big BBQ fans around here but we pretty much mainly roll with the Carolina style – the more vinegar and hot sauce the better. None of this ketchup based stuff for us…with the exception of an occasional Pierce’s pulled pork sandwich and even then I’m usually grouching about how (too) sweet it is. My favorite local BBQ place is a family owned (near-literal) hole in the wall, complete with a plywood counter, where people line up outside to get food. They have to, considering it’s just about big enough for 3 customers inside at a time. It’s also in a not-so-good neighborhood yet you’ll see folks in business suits and driving $$$ German engineered vehicles standing alongside the blue collar and obviously unemployed people while waiting their turn. Yes, it’s that good.
Ava got her first taste of pulled pork and she quite liked it (despite it being store bought) once she got over that first unexpected tang.
She’s such a good eater. Not terribly picky and will try most anything even if it is spicy or heavily seasoned. Except lentils – she still won’t eat those (neither will I) and has literally thrown up every single time she’s ingested some (only twice).
After dinner and a bath, while getting ready for bed, she asked that she be allowed to sleep with Pooh and Mickey and Minnie. We knew this would be logistically impossible but we let her give it a shot.
While she had a blast with them, she ultimately decided on her own that they were space hogs and kicked them out.
But, sweet girl that she is, of course she kissed them goodnight first.