Sunday, July 29, 2007

A Rocky Saturday

A few days ago the Wildcard's fish, Rocky, left this world for the clear, blue waters of eternity. Or, maybe he went in the trash can. No one knows for sure.

Anyway, Destructo has been asking about Rocky. We told him that Rocky grew too big for his fish bowl, and decided he wanted to swim in the ocean. Keep in mind that he is only 3 y/o, and really isn't wondering exactly HOW Rocky got from his fishbowl on the bookshelf out to the ocean.

Tonight we walked to the beach after dinner and Destructo brought along the nets. He wanted to see if we could find Rocky and bring him home.

No biggie, we often walk out on the rocks and catch little fish in the tidepools.

I, of course took my camera.

This is the Wildcard, attempting to catch fish in the tidpools that are formed where the waves crash on the rocks. Notice the rocks. See how jagged and sharp they are in some places?

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While the Wildcard and Destructo chased the fish around, the Hubster supervised and I climbed up onto the highest rock to take some pictures. The rock was about five feet high, but gave me a much better vantage point for the pictures I wanted to take.

I've been a tomboy since the day I was born, and climbing on the rocks is no big deal to me....I've climbed up there dozens of times to get better photos.

I took lots of pictures of the waves crashing on the rocks.

Like this one.

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And then, to my right, the moon was rising.

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When I finally decided I was done, I had two choices. I could climb across the sharp, wet rocks the way I came, or I could step about one foot down, onto a rock about four feet from the sand, then jump down making sure to time my jump so that a wave wasn't coming in when I jumped.

The rocks were wet and slippery, and I knew that I would probably fall if I attempted to step down them and jump onto the sand. The safer route would be to climb across the lower rocks, the way I came.

So, obviously I chose the more dangerous route.

And I fell.

I managed to bruise my right foot, cut and bruise my right shin, split my right elbow open, scratch/bruise my right forearm, and bang up my hip and right butt cheek so badly that they are now twice their normal size.....which isn't pretty, by the way.

I did, however, manage to keep from dropping my camera in the water and only banged it a little on the rocks. It is still functional, but the Hubster thinks I should get a new one.

And I'm okay with that, bruises and all.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Brutal Reality Check

I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was make a mental list of all the things I needed to accomplish by the end of the week. I'm heading to Michigan on Tuesday, with Destructo in tow, and leaving the Hubster in charge. Normally, not much of a problem, but school starts for the Blonde One and the Wildcard while I am gone and I need to make sure they are good-to-go before I head off on vacation.

This was my list:

-Grocery shopping, as I haven't really done that all week.
-PPD for the Blonde One, it's a job requirement and they won't let him work until he has one.
-Get some Books/Puzzles/Distractions for Destructo on the 12+ hour trip.
-School clothes for the boys.
-School supplies.
-Drop off paperwork at various places around town at various times for a volunteer project I am working on.
-Pay the bills.
-Make rental car reservations.
-Return a call to the Wildcard's Annoying Friend's parents, who want to get the boys together before school starts.
-Update the blog, of course!

After making my mental to-do-list, I closed my eyes and tried to drift off for a few more minutes of sleep....after all, it was only Monday and I had the entire week to take care of everything.

Ahhhhh.....Mondays. Five more days to check things off the list.

A few seconds later I jumped out of bed, realizing that it was freakin' Thursday already!!! I don't know how I let the week get away from me the way it had.

Now I have Thursday, Friday (the weekend is already shot), and Monday.


Thursday, July 26, 2007

Vacation Friday

This week's Photo Friday theme is "Vacation" and nothing says vacation like
digging your toes into the sand.

Or should that be 'heels' into the sand?

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

The Planets All Aligned. And Then.....

So, the Diva had a job thing to do downtown today. Parking is tricky in that area and she needed to transport a bunch of supplies, so I offered to just take her there, help her set up, and then pick her up at the end of the day. It would be easier for her, and it would give me an opportunity (excuse) to do some shopping without a toddler in tow.

We made it to the job site in plenty of time and I illegally parked the MomVan while the Diva made several trips unloading things and taking them inside. When she finished, she said all was good and I set out on my merry way.

I had two goals for the morning. Destructo and I are going home to Michigan next week for my parents' 50th anniversary party. I need a new dress and Destructo needs entertainment for the trip. The Blonde One and the Wildcard were home watching their brother, so there was no rush.

I stopped at the ATM to get some cash in case I decided to have a quiet lunch by myself.

I browsed a picture framing store, getting some ideas for a project I am working on.

Then, the dress shopping.

I hate shopping. (Have I mentioned that?) I never find anything I like, and if I do, it looks awful on me. The lighting in the dressing rooms is less than flattering, the colors are never right, and I always seem to discover lumps where I never realized I had lumps.

Surprisingly, I found a dress I liked on the first rack. Then another and another. Before I knew it, I had snagged six dresses that I actually liked/loved. This was unheard of. I never find anything I like, let alone six items!! It was like a surreal, out-of-body experience.

The limit for the dressing room was six articles, so I headed in that direction.

This is when my cell phone rang and totally burst my bubble.

The Diva: Mom? Come and get me NOW.

Me: Huh? But the pretty dresses......

Diva: The job thing? It's tomorrow. I am so embarrassed. I just want to crawl into a hole....

Me: Huh? The dresses....

Diva: I totally thought it was today. I set up and everything. And the guy thought it was today. He was cute, by the way....then we found out it was tomorrow. Get me out of here now!!

Me: But...the dresses....

Diva: Pleeeeeeaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

The dresses went back on the rack, I picked up the Diva and headed home for the day.

Maybe tomorrow.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Yes, I'm an Idiot (Times Two)

You know how when someone makes a comment that is just so stupid that you can't help but remind them of it for an eternity?

Like when the Hubster was explaining the grading policy of his law exam, that's your grade. Except he said their policy was "Flunk or Fail".

Or when we were discussing my love for math, especially Geometry, and he mentioned how much he hated it because he never understood those "truth serums" (aka proof theorems).

So, on to my idiot moment (times two).

The Hubster and I were standing in the kitchen, just chatting about whatever came up. I was fidgeting with a little booklet that we had taken off a bottle of Bacardi (unopened, by the stupidity couldn't be blamed on the alcohol). I looked at the booklet and it had a recipe for Mojitos.

(I immediately thought of my Mojito friend, by the way.)

Me: Hey, look. A recipe for Mojitos.

Except I pronounced it "Mo-jito" instead of "Mo-hito".

I had no time to correct myself, as the Hubster immediately picked up on it.

Him: Would you like some Fajitas with your Mojito? Perhaps Jose can bring you some Fajitas with your Mojito....

Knowing I had been caught, I burst out laughing and tried to cover my ass. No luck, as the first thing out of my mouth was this:

Me: Cut me some slack. You know I never studied Mexican in school.....

And that was my blonde moment of the day. Times two.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Barren Friday

It's been a while since I've done one of these!

I love
this picture because it's just so simple.

It was taken in May, one of many pictures I took when we did the Sunrise at Haleakala National Park thing again.

Monday, July 16, 2007

"You Seem Very Grumpy Today."

That was the Hubster's brilliant observation at 6:45 this morning.

At that point, my choices were to throw something at him or bury my head in the pillow and ignore him. The pillow route seemed easier.

The Wildcard needed to be somewhere at 4:15 this morning.

I rolled out of bed at 3:45, got him up and dressed and headed out in the rain at 4 a.m. I dropped him off (on time), stood in the rain and chatted with the person in charge for ten minutes, then headed home and attempted to fall back asleep.

I tossed and turned until about 5:30, then finally fell asleep.

At 5:45, the Hubster woke me up to tell me it was 5:45.


The Hubster's alarm went off at 6:15. He woke me up again to ask me if I took the Wildcard to his thing. Since he didn't hear me leave or come back, he assumed not.

I told him I had, and went back to sleep.

Now, Destructo has been keeping summer hours since the kids have been out of school. He stays up until 9 or 10 p.m., and sleeps until 9 or 10 a.m. I love those late mornings!

Except today. He was up at 6:45, which is when the Hubster woke me up to inform me that he was leaving for work in half an hour.

I should have thrown something at him.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Backpack Inventory

School has been out for more than a month now, and the Wildcard's backpack has been almost untouched since he walked in the back door after the last day of school and dropped it on the floor next to the hook where it belongs.

The first few days I nagged him to at least hang it up, which he eventually did.

After a week or so I began nagging him to empty it. This went on for several days before he made a little effort. He carried it to his room and dropped it on the floor in there.

It was smart thinking on his part, because he knows that if I don't see it all the time I won't nag as much.

So, since then I have been nagging him on and off to empty his backpack and put it in his closet where it belongs. School starts in a few weeks and it would be nice to have it empty and out of the way for at least a little bit of the summer.


Tonight I was in the room he shares with Destructo, cleaning up one of Destructo's messes, when I spotted the backpack and gave in.

I opened it and started pulling things out, sorting them into "trash" and "save" piles. This is what a 12 y/o keeps in his backpack:

-Dozens of loose worksheets, most of them completed, many of them crumbled in little wads at the bottom of the backpack.

-A Naruto book, Volume 6, I think.

-A Japanese/English dictionary.

-A bike lock.

-A note from the cafeteria letting me know that his lunch account was negative.

-Half a bottle of glue, random pencils, pens, and a broken ruler.

-Notebooks of his drawings (he and his friends love to draw anime, thus the Japanese/English dictionary).

-A mysterious plastic grocery bag, filled with....what?

I opened the plastic bag. Inside was another plastic bag.

Inside the second bag?

The clothes he wore the last day of school.....the day they were allowed to have water fights, play water games, and basically get totally soaked before changing into dry clothes and heading home for the summer.

The clothes were still wet, after 30+ days in the bag inside of the bag inside the backpack. No mold, not much smell, just wet and yucky.

Boys. (sigh)

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Senior Pictures, Take Two

It doesn't seem right that we are in our second round of senior pictures. It wasn't THAT long ago that the Diva was planning and primping in preparation for her pictures.

Today I took the Blonde One for his pictures, and it was a totally different experience than two years ago.

The Diva began 'researching' different backgrounds and poses in her yearbooks toward the end of her junior year. We actually discussed the difference between the maroon and dark brown backgrounds, totally dissed those who chose the gold disco background, and scratched our heads at some of the poses chosen for the 'official' photo.

The Blonde One said, "Huh? I like blue."

I made two shopping trips with the Diva. She selected five different outfits, which she had to narrow down to two because whe was only doing one change of clothes. She had me take photos of her in each outfit, then compared the results to see which one photographed better.

The Blonde One? "I'll wear a blue t-shirt."

The Diva wanted an early morning appointment when the outdoor lighting would be better. She woke at 5:30 a.m. to prepare for her pictures, and spent fifteen minutes searching our tree for the perfect plumeria to put in her hair.

The Blonde One wanted an early afternoon appointment, and still had a problem rolling out of bed and looking presentable.

The Diva chose the premium package, which involved a change of clothes, a formal, and both indoor and outdoor photos.

The Blonde One wanted the smallest package available and argued when the photographer suggested putting him in a tux for one shot.

The Diva had re-takes because she wasn't happy with any of her proofs.

The Blonde One said, "Can I leave now? You choose something for the yearbook."

Hard to believe they share genes and were raised in the same household.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

So I Had a Bad Day....

Did you ever have one of those days where everything goes wrong, and at the end of the day you blog about your crappy day?

And when you re-read your vent about your crappy day, you realize how whiny it sounds and decide that no one wants to read your crap, so you delete the post?

And then, being in a pissy mood, you set your blog to 'private' so no one has to read your crap any more?

Ummmm....yeah. That was yesterday.

Lately I've not had much blog-worthy material. Hopefully that will change soon.

I have a lot on my plate right now, and have been crossing paths with more than my share of incompetent idiots lately. Unfortunately it isn't even good blog fodder.

On a positive note, I did finish up a major volunteer project tonight, and it is a huge relief to have that finished and (soon) forgotten. That eliminates one incompetent idiot from my daily life.

The Wildcard's best friend is moving to the Mainland this week, and he's taking it hard. That has always been the most difficult part of military life - it's heartbreaking to see your kids lives turned upside down like that. His friend is such a nice kid too, we are all going to miss him.

Finally, a family member is having a difficult time dealing with a traumatic event. If you could send prayers, good thoughts, or whatever you have, it would be appreciated.

Anyway, I hope to have some upbeat crap soon!!!!

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Not Good, Not Good At All

Remember when you were little, and you hated going to bed at night? When you were certain that as soon as you drifted off to sleep, your parents brought in the clowns, party hats, and balloons and had a whole lot of fun without you? And you just knew that your older siblings got to stay up late and were in on the whole thing?

Yeah, that's where we are right now.

Yesterday was the final day of
Bayfest, an annual event with three days of carnivals, contests, and concerts.....each day capped off with a fireworks display.

Friday was the first night of Bayfest, and we let Destructo stay up to see the fireworks. He had never seen them before and really didn't know what to expect. The downside was that the fireworks didn't kick off until the concert ended, which was some time around 10 p.m. The upside was that we could watch from our house, so it was just a matter of stepping outside when we heard the first "boom".

Destructo was in awe. He was totally silent for the first two minutes, then made up for it by jabbering non-stop for the remainder of the show. It was awesome to see him so totally excited about it, which made the 10:30 p.m. bedtime worth it.

Or so we thought.

Saturday came and he was unbelievably ornery from being up so late the night before. When bedtime rolled around, he was in such a delirious state that he couldn't sleep.....he was still awake when he heard that first "boom".

So we took him outside to watch the fireworks.

Big mistake.

Sunday night the Hubster and I went to the concert and left The Siblings in charge of Destructo. Needless to say, he was still up when the fireworks went off, and they all ended up sitting outside watching fireworks until 10:15.

So, it's Monday, Bayfest is over and there are no more fireworks.

Really, there aren't.

No matter how late you stay up