Things that Go BUMP in my Mind

Knitting, stitching, reading, gardening, cooking--I have no time for any of it.

Monday, February 28, 2005

It's "Reject Reality Day"!

There appears to be a general consensus among my online stitching friends that February pretty well sucked. Most of us had some kind of upheaval in our personal lives, and all of us were affected by the actions of certain cretins who evidently have nothing better to do than to cause trouble for others (and no, honey, I'm not putting you into that category!)

So, today has been declared "Reject Reality Day" in the stitching blogosphere. Participants (which include yours truly) have decided to construct their preferred alternate reality in their blogs.

So first, let's get rid of this current reality, shall we? Hmm, what implement shall I use? A flamethrower? Nah, too risky--I might singe the ends of my hair. Flood? Nope, it just gets everything wet, but it's all still there. Acid? Maybe, but I'm not sure where to get my hands on the right amount. Fertilizer bomb? Nope. Materials are not a problem, but the Feds are kind of twitchy about these things. (I probably just got myself onto a list someplace....)

That leaves Owen, the ultimate implement of toddler desctruction. Able to leap baby gates and crib walls in a single bound. Able to spit juice accurately to a distance of 10 feet. His tantrums alone can shatter glass, and left alone in a room, he can destroy it in mere minutes. Yep. Owen's our man. Go to work, kiddo!

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All right. Having gotten rid of the old reality, on to the better one!

I've decided that my new reality is Andy's version of Monopoly--or, as he calls it, "the hatted game." (No, I don't know why he calls it that. He probably doesn't, either.) In the hatted game, peace, harmony, and untold wealth are the rule. I think we can all get behind that.

In Andy's version of Monopoly, the number you roll on the dice may or may not be the number of spaces you move--that's up to you. It is, however, the number of "moneys" you get from the bank. The moneys are usually distributed across the color spectrum, but as he's particularly fond of orange, you are likely to get a lot of $500. I assume that none of us have a problem with that. If you take too many moneys, they don't go back to the bank, you just share them with the other players. See, I told you--peace, harmony, and wealth.

Also, you can pick a card from "chance" or "community chest" on just about every turn. If they pay you money, great! If you owe money, just put it back on the bottom of the pile. Those cards are no fun, so we don't bother with them.

In Andy's version of Monopoly, the bad guys go to jail and stay there. 'Nuff said.

In Andy's version of Monopoly, everyone gets a house, and we all live on the same block. No need to buy your house--Andy will just give you one because everyone needs a house to live in. In Andy's version of Monopoly, there's really no ownership at all--everybody just shares. John Lennon would be so proud.

So that's my new reality. Anyone is welcome to join. I'm the scottie dog piece right now, but if you want to be the scottie dog piece, that's cool. I can be something else. Here, have some money and a house--this one, right next to me, my friend.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Spring is coming!

Andy and I started some seeds last night. If they all sprout, we'll have about 20 green bean plants. Yay!

I still have many, many other seeds I need to get started. So far, I've got impatiens, sunflowers, cosmos, and something called "sweeties" that look a bit like carnations. And, I need to order some more--melampodium, zinnia, and a couple of others. Wheee!

If the weather cooperates, this weekend I'll have DH build me a raised bed for my perrenials (and all those green beans) and maybe dig a new bed in the front, where the mail box is.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Run away! Run away!

Do you ever have one of those days when you just want to disappear from the world? I'm having one. It's been a truly crappy week, and the thought of sitting here at my desk for the rest of the day makes me want to weep. But I don't want to go home, either. If anything, that would be worse. And there's nothing I want or need to do. I just want to go away. Well, more accurately I want the bad stuff to go away, but it won't. So instead, I'm wishing I could run away from it. Because right now, all I can see is the crappy stuff continuing forever.

But really, even running doesn't help, because eventually I have to come back. And the crappy stuff will right where I left it, waiting for me.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Rock star in training...

Owen trashed his room last night. We're used to finding it somewhat disheveled when we check on him before we go to bed, but last night was truly an accomplishment, even by his lofty standards. The rocking chair was overturned (pretty normal--he likes to pull the cushions off and put them in his crib). The bookshelf, a small one, was overturned and on top of the rocking chair. The night light--which had been attached to the bookshelf--was dismantled. Books, stuffed animals, and blankies were everywhere. I'm telling you, the boy has talent.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Zzzzzzz.

If you want a blog entry today, you're going to have to look elsewhere. It's not my fault, really. It's Owen. As is his way, he decided that 3:30 a.m. was "snuggle with mommy" time. So, I spent the remainder of the night with him on the couch in the living room. You see, Owen doesn't just go back to sleep like normal toddlers. Oh, no. There are rules, people.

Rule #1: snuggling will only take place on the couch.

Rule #2: Owen must have a sippy cup full of juice during snuggle time. If some of it leaks and gets Mommy wet, so much the better. Cold mommies snuggle more tightly.

Rule #3: Owen must also have at least one (1) railroad car, preferably Thomas, and at least one (1) lovey, preferably the puppy dog. If these items are not present, Owen will scream until they are obtained.

Rule #4: There will be no coverings or bedclothes of any kind. If Owen catches Mommy trying to put an afghan on her poor freezing feet, he will scream until it is removed.

Rule #5: The remainder of the night will be spent on the couch. Do not attempt to (a) put Owen back in his crib or (b) leave him on the couch after he has fallen asleep. Failure to comply will result in screaming until the status quo ante is restored. A refill of the juice may be required to achieve detente.

Rule #6: Owen may or may not go back to sleep. Even if he does, he will squirm and wiggle regularly. Owen will take no responsibility for the lack of sleep this causes to Mommy. If Mommy wanted sleep, she had no business becoming a mommy in the first place.

I've figured out his plan, though. He wants me to be so exhausted that I make a horrific mistake at work and get myself fired. Then he will have me all to himself. He's does not seem particularly interested in the potential disadvantages inherent in this plan, not the least of which is the fact that if our couch is repossessed, there won't be any place to snuggle.

It's a darn good thing he's about the cutest little kid ever. Otherwise, I might have to sell him to the gypsies.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

The eye of the storm...

If it's February, it must be time for a blowup on the stitching boards. Ugh. We had a mini-blowup yesterday, complete with a swan-song (you know, "everybody hates me, nobody likes me, I'm not posting here anymore so pbbbbbt!"). My knee-jerk response to those kinds of posts is, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out." If there's one thing I can't stand, it's self-pity. Get off the cross, we need the wood.

So anyway, after yesterday's little brou-haha, it's been quiet.... too quiet, if you ask me. A storm's brewing, and it ain't gonna be pretty. I predict lost tempers, hurt feelings, a banning or two, and much hate mail. Oh, joy.

I'm not going to wax poetic about why people act this way in internet bulletin boards. Frankly, it's not that interesting a topic to me. From my experience, people behave on the internet the same as they behave in real life, only more so. If you're prone to lecturing others, a bulletin board gives you a perfect soapbox. If you prefer rational discussion without name calling, you'll probably get very, very lonely at times, when everyone else has gotten all passionate and irrational.

I've actually found my various BBs a wonderful place to practice self-restraint. I can't tell you how many times I've had my finger on the posting button of a particularly snappish post, only to pull it back at the last minute. Let me tell you, it's really hard not to be snappish sometimes with people who are being utterly stupid--especially when they're not normally that way.

Well! So much for not waxing poetic. Back to moderator duties and the coming storm.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Tuesday Twosome

Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Under the weather...

1. What is worse: having the flu or getting your wisdom teeth pulled?
At this point in my life, the flu. It’s a mom thing. If I have my wisdom teeth pulled, I’ll have pain for a couple of days but otherwise I’ll be okay, so I can go about my usual business of being a mom. If I have the flu, I’ll feel like total crap but I’ll still have to be a mom, and it will suck royally.

2. What are two "comfort" foods you want when you are sick/ill?

Cranberry juice cocktail combined with ginger ale. Is that one or two?

3. When sick, do you need somebody to take care of you or you can take care of yourself?

Generally when I’m sick, I just want to crawl into bed and sleep, which doesn’t require much pampering. It is, however, nice to have someone around who will go to Publix and obtain the beverages mentioned in the previous answer.

4. When you start to feel ill, do you go straight to the medicine cabinet to pop pills or do you wait it out to see how bad it will get?

I generally don’t take medicine of any kind unless I feel like I need it to function.

5. What are two things you do to help prevent illness (vitamins, eat healthy, etc.)?

I take a multivitamin and I exercise regularly. The problem is, I generally exercise too hard, which depletes me and thus makes me more vulnerable to illness. Gotta love life’s little ironies.

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About that race...

I posted on a couple of my boards last week that I planned to run a 5K on Saturday. Like so many other things in Greenville on Saturday, it was cancelled due to snow and ice. It's been rescheduled for Feb. 26, so I'll have a race report after that.

January was kind of a disappointing month for running. I only got 29.6 miles in, due to work pressures, illness, and general exhaustion. I'm aiming for 50 miles in the month of February. Assuming I get out the door on a regular basis, that shouldn't be too tough to accomplish. Given that I just spent beaucoup bucks on high-tech running gear for the purpose of being able to run outside in the cold, I had darn well better get out there.