There was no question in her mind. No doubt. No concern that she wouldn't be up to it.
(Even though her poor muscles were pretty stiff last night. And this morning.)
It's amazing though. She didn't feel well enough for me to blow dry her hair. Standing still in my bathroom was just too much for her body to handle.
Ummm... "then I guess you're not up to riding your bike today."
She soon pedaled off with freshly dried hair.
Last year when I did it, the cleaners charged me about $220.
I can go out and buy a good carpet cleaner for $180 (after my discount).
Is it worth having the professionals come out and do it for $250+ every year? Or should I just go out and buy my own machine and do it myself?
On the way home? She wrecked.
She was putting her cell phone in her pocket, causing The Accident.
She ended up with a big scrape on the side of her knee (that's bruising), there's a tire mark on the back of her calf from her friend's bike. She even ended up with a big scrape on her chest. Another friend's dad stopped and made sure her finger wasn't broken.
She says she didn't cry. She can be so tough and brave. Sometimes.
Let's take a poll: do you think she'll want to ride her bike again tomorrow? Or will she be content with me driving her?
Amazed that I'm this stinkin' old!
I can't believe that I have a girl in YW!
It wasn't THAT long ago that I was running around the building on a Tuesday or Wednesday night with Becka and Jody and Becky. Sometimes Patrick H. and Allen W. Oh, don't forget the White Twins and David C.
But wait! It was that long ago! Try 20+ years!
Maybe I should go pluck some gray hairs or put on my girdle.
What started as one of my wacky cravings (nope, not pregnant) has turned into an impulse purchase.
But let me back up.
I think I've mentioned before, one of our many family traditions is to make ravioli from scratch. We even served them at my wedding - without Jody's fingernail. We had ravioli at Jaye's wedding too.
About 30 years ago, my great-grampa Johnson built a ravioli cutter out of wood. (boy do I miss the sounds and smells of him working in his garage)
That cutter is now a family treasure. (the only treasure this family has)
It's been a long time since we gathered together to make raviolis.
Too long.
I hope the wait is over.
Presenting: My impulse purchase and a junior to my grampa Johnson's work of art - my own ravioli cutter!
Jaye mentioned that the baby shower she had attended that morning was really nice.
"Ohhhh..." Maddie said nodding. "It had a chocolate fountain."
Finally.
It's my Thursday night.
Finally.
It started several years ago - probably around the time Must See TV was born.
But lately it's been few and far between.
Thursday night. My way of celebrating and rewarding myself for surviving the week.
I stay up way past my normal bedtime and soak up all that smutty TV has to offer. In the early days (and back before DVR) it was F*R*I*E*N*D*S and ER. A few years back I graduated to Grey's and now Private Practice.
Not long ago, David invited me to watch Grey's in our room while he slept. That was one of the most romantic things he's ever done.
I'm headed back to the couch, my trusty old friend, to finish one show, and will maybe dive in to another.
Nothing ruins Thursday nights like a rerun - and May is just around the corner. All of the suspense and drama will wrap up with a season finale, then keep me on the edge of my seat until mid-September. But I'm going to live in the moment, going to get comfy, and watch Izzy spew chemo all over Meredith's wedding dresses.
Cheers
(smirk - Cheers - another Thursday night contributor)
Do you think that Maddie will remember that I rode California Screamin' with her?
Do you think that Isaac will remember that the whole family sat around for 40+ minutes waiting for him to become a Jedi?
I'll tell you what they will remember - we didn't go swimming at the hotel.
R.P.C. - Rude People Conference (or Convention if you'd rather)
As if maneuvering shoulder-to-shoulder through a crowded park wasn't bad enough, a majority of them were SO Rude.
Example: our family was approaching a little table in California Adventure to sit and enjoy sundaes, but as I was reaching (literally) to pull out a chair to sit down, a woman and her daughter elbowed their way in front of us and sat in our seats.
I'm only sightly embarrassed to say that I didn't keep my mouth shut as I walked away.
Word to the R.P.C: YOURS is NOT the only family in the park!
PS As always, all park employees were polite and curteous.
Sure, I should appreciate their concern about a possible theft, but it seems that it would be more effective to call my cell phone (that they have on file) before blocking the card.
The 'helpful' man on the phone actually said something about a flag being raised about the spending because we don't live in Disneyland. Does anyone?
Okay, fine Smarty Pants. Does anyone live there besides Mickey, Minnie, Donald and Pluto?
Ahhhhhhhh...
One noticeable difference in waking up at a 'normal' hour: instead of my shampoo smelling like rotten fruit, it smelled like Trix cereal.
I listened to that prompting. I did.
I checked David's pockets before throwing that load of darks in to the washer.
So when he called looking for his wallet, I ummm... knew that it couldn't still be in the brown cords he wore yesterday.
Couldn't be.
Next time I need to listen to that prompting to the fullest. Guess what was buttoned into the back pocket.
I confirmed (via I.M.) that I had found his wallet.
Should I have told him that it's a little soggy?
Last night David was shoving homemade peanut butter cookies in Isaac's face, trying to get some meat back on his bones.
Our boy has been growing his hair out. At nearly 10 years old he's in to (gasp) The Trend.
When he is fresh out of the shower, it makes for an awesome little 'do, but he's a night time shower-er, so many mornings he goes off to school looking sort of... wild.
Last night I forced him in to a haircut. He thought he could be in charge and tell me "No".
Nice Try.
We tidied things up, keeping the length so that he can have 'wings'.
When David got home, he was disappointed to learn that I'd taken Isaac for a trim. (ok, at first I told him we buzzed it)
Don't you think it's weird that THE DAD is disappointed that THE SON is sporting a shorter 'do?
He's living vicariously through Isaac's freedom to be shaggy.
I get it now!
It goes back to when he (David!) had to shed his locks because of a fussy girlfriend (me) 15 years ago.
I remember the day she was born.
In detail...
Lynette and I were in 6th grade, and Ashley's birthday is in May, so the school year was winding down. I was sitting at my desk, which was near Mr. Skow's (hmmm...), when the news came in for Lynette, letting her know that her mom had just delivered a baby girl.
Though I'm NOT a country music fan, Kelly is gorgeous and would look hot wearing even an old dish towel.
I can't think of a better way to spend a birthday... tending to a post-op husband.How about if we reschedule your birthday for April 17th?
