Sunday, November 30, 2008

Why I'm Not a Rocket Surgeon (Reason #427)

(Or a Brain Scientist for that matter.)

For the past few weeks I've been freezing my butt off out here. I have one sweatshirt and a couple of long-sleeved shirts that I bought when I went to Michigan this fall. Other than two pair of capris (which look awful on me since I'm so short), all the clothing I own is suited for a tropical climate.

So tonight I was sitting at the computer, wrapped in the throw from the sofa, and trying to stay warm while I attempted to get some work done. It was laundry night, so my limited supply of warm clothes were dirty.

Suddenly it dawned on me that the Hubster wasn't here......and I knew he had some sweatshirts somewhere.

I ran upstairs and started looking through his half of the closet. It didn't take long before I hit the jackpot - there was a box on a low shelf clearly marked with his name followed by "Winter Clothes". I tore through it and found sweatshirts galore! As I was pulling one over my head, I caught a glimpse of a box on the next shelf up.

It was clearly marked with my name......

Followed by "Winter Clothes".

I swear I got rid of everything when we moved from Oklahoma, but obviously I was wrong.

The box contained three sweatshirts, two thermal shirts, three sweaters, a pair of wind pants, two pair of yoga pants, a pair of jeans, and a ton of socks!

Bring on winter!! (Or at least the SoCal version....)

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Seven Days

That's how long Destructo had to keep his attitude in check in order to get a fish.

fishie (day 12)

He wants to teach it to do tricks, like a dolphin, and wave with its hands.

But it can't ride a motorcycle, because fish don't ride motorcycles.

His big disappointment? Fish don't have eyebrows.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Ten Things I've Never Done

A photo group I belong to has weekly challenges. This week's theme is "I've never....."

This got me thinking, and wondering what I've never done, and if I'm missing out on anything. So, I put together a list of Ten Things I've Never Done. It was more challenging than I thought.

1. Gotten a massage. I don't like the feeling of having my muscles kneaded like that, and I don't like people touching me. My sister is a massage therapist too, so I bet I could get a family discount if I wanted one. But I don't.

2. Eat sushi. Looking at it grosses me out. I think it goes all the way back to our days in Japan when we would go out for sushi with a group of friends. (I always stuck with the tempura.) The restaurants were always hole-in-the-wall places down tiny side streets that smelled like binjo ditch/raw fish/rotting flesh. Thank God for good beer.

3. Fix my own car. It's the one area where I prefer to be a dumb girl. I don't want to know how to fix things, I want someone to do it for me.

4. Love science. I find those science and nature shows to be incredibly boring. The Hubster loves that sort of thing, and passed the gene on to all the kids. I'm thankful, for their sake.

5. Skydive. Someday I will.

6. Smoke (anything). Just never appealed to me.

7. Watch Oprah or The View or Desperate Housewives or Grey's Anatomy or anything with CSI in the title. Actually, now that I think about it, I can count the shows I DO watch on one hand. I like it that way.

8. Read Harry Potter. The boys have all the books and love the series. I don't get it.

9. Wear anything strapless. It'll fall off. Enough said.

10. Drink coffee. The smell nauseates me. I keep some on hand for guests and have a stash of Hawaiian coffees I give as gifts, but I've never tried the stuff myself. The Hubster doesn't drink it either. This is the one I decided to photograph for my group.


So, what have you NOT done?

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Change, Damnit.

Destructo's attitude, that is.

The past few weeks have been tough on him. He's a bit unsure what all the weirdness around here is about, and doesn't quite know how to handle it.

So, he acts like a teenager. But he does it on the level of a four y/o who doesn't understand teenage behavior or know how to apply what he observes in the Wildcard to his own four y/o life.

For example, the other day I asked where he put his shoes.

His reply?

" the widdle baby wants a bottle."


Anyway, the other day we were driving home from somewhere and he had been sassy most of the afternoon. I was discussing his attitude with him, and recommended he change the attitude immediately.

Dead silence from the backseat, for several minutes.

"Did you hear me? Do you understand what I'm asking of you?"

"YES!!! I'm just trying to decide what attitude I want to change it to! Gah!!"

(I could almost hear his eyes rolling.)

Today we had a much better day than most of the past week. Again we were talking in the car. (I seem to do a lot of that, don't I?)

I mentioned that I was really happy with his attitude today. We talked about how everyone has bad days but they just have to deal with it and not use it as an excuse to be sassy or mean to other people. I told him that we all have bad days, even grownups.

His response?

"Yeah. I think Thursdays are my bad days."

Wish me luck. It's Thursday.