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March 27, 2009
This and that
I'm trying to get back into the swing of this writing thing, and tonight seems like a good night, since Rex and the girls are at TKD, and Owen's in bed. I'm mostly caught up on the DVR, and there's nothing good on tonight, so I might as well be in here typing, right? (Actually, I should be working on a friend's page, but that entails getting up and going to another room, which leads to eating another cookie, and then I might sit on the couch, and we all know where *that* leads. Some stupid show about something I don't care about until it's time to drag my ass off to bed.)
I'm going to start off easy, with some nice bullets.
- Rex took my van in on Wednesday to get a new tire. Apparently I had one that was treadless, and the rest are fine, mostly due to the number of flats I've gotten in the last three years. When he brought it back, he said the left rear turn signal was out. He thinks it's a coincidence, I think it's more likely someone knocked something loose, we barked at each other a bit, and then we both went on about our days. I completely forgot about figuring out how to fix it until I was heading out to pick up Katie on Thursday. Halfway to preschool, it started to work again. I have no idea what's going on, but that was the cheapest and easiest repair I've ever made.
- I'm also having an on-again-off-again problem with my lovely, adored washing machine. Every now and then, just often enough to wonder if I'm imagining it, the tub fills with water between loads. I'm guessing it's a leak where the water line hooks up to the washer, but if so, its a totally random leak. I hate paying repair men to tell me a) nothing's wrong or b) it's a 2 minute fix, so I'll probably just wait until it floods, and then deal with a much bigger, more expensive problem.
- I desperately needs to scrub my kitchen floor. Only, every time I get ready to do it, I think about how pointless it is. I mean, I basically have to get it scrubbed between meals, but as soon as we sit down, three kids are going to drop crap on it. Why even bother? I mean, aside from the fact that Owen and the cat compete to see who can eat the leftovers off the floor first. (Owen has even started leaning over and sucking the Cheerios off the floor like the cat, you know, save that extra step of picking it up and moving his hand to his mouth.)
- Owen has developed opinions and attitude lately. Which he expresses at DEFCON 2. His most frustrating opinions occur during mealtimes, when he waves off the first 18 things I'm trying to get him to try like an ump gesticulating "safe" to a crowd of nearsighted geriatrics. Then he indicates his desires by pointing and grunting at some common carb across the kitchen. Today we had yet another battle of wills over pureed squash (which I *know* he likes), and, well, anything else. I was finally winning the battle at dinnertime, when he spied the beer battered fish sticks the rest of us were having. Nevermind that I have never succeeded in getting that boy to eat any form of meat, he wanted fish, and he wanted it NOW. Not exactly what I wanted to serve for his first exposure to seafood. I spent my entire dinner frantically trying to scrape off greasy breading and blow burning hot fish cool enough for him to eat, while he shrieked like his fingers were being torn off one by one.
- There's also the saga of the cat pee, but I'll leave that for another day...
Posted by me at March 27, 2009 8:06 PM