Saturday, 30 May 2009
I forgot about the bum cream in his top drawer.
I put the dresser/change table next to the crib.
I went in to get him this morning, and he was so white he looked like a ghost of himself. It was such a stark white that he actually kind of looked pale blue.
Bum cream does not come off, you have to wait for it to soak into skin. Unless of course your baby is climbing all over you, or the couch, or any other fabric surface in the house, and then it will lovingly transfer to all of those whilst remaining also on baby's skin.
Can you still classify your couch as 'beige' if it has brown chocolate smears, blue pen ink drawings, unidentified purple blotches, grey watermarks, and is covered in a fine white film of bum cream?
You just KNOW there is a post coming wherein I slipcover it...
Thursday, 28 May 2009
The Dining Room, or should I say "Dining area of the Living Room" is so small, but I've been wanting a china (chinet) cabinet for storage. Then I found this one, and it was love at first sight!
I love the decorative shape of the door panels and, well, the shape of the whole thing.
I love how it holds all my collectables, and I ADORE the chicken-wire over glass in the bottom panels. It's a PITA to clean, but the things we do for beauty...
I also love the little stained flowers. You have to really look to see them, so it's not loud and obvious and in-your-face.
Working in such a small space means you have to kind of jam everything you need in one on top of the other, which is why the Ficus tree is stuck between the couch and cabinet, and then has a table in front of it (which actually works well at keeping the baby out of the dirt! I think this little nook of my house turned out pretty well! I just want to cozy up and be surrounded by my favorite things.
(By the way, when I first got this cabinet home it REEKED of cigarette smoke. Gross. That is what the Lemon Oil in my last post was for, and it worked a charm! Imagine if it had actually been the Furniture Stripper after all? All those pretty little flowers would be gone. Gone gone gone. And I'd be PISSED.)
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
Sunday, 24 May 2009
Saturday, 23 May 2009
SOMEHOW Lily walked into a parked car and broke her front tooth. Her new, front, ADULT tooth.
HOW she didn't see the huge hulking hunk of metal is beyond me. HOW she walked into it hard enough to break her own toothi is beyond me.
What I'm going to do about it is beyond me. I forsee us spending much time at the dentist for her with her cornerless tooth and me with my cavernous cavity.
First we have to sort out the dental coverage on The Daddy's insurance. Barf.
I hate teeth.
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Next month, repeat. And again.
I am so. frustrated. Why can't the bank understand this simple concept? Is it because they're not making any money off of taking one direct payment account off my payee list and adding another? Are they all one armed monkeys? Pigeons learn faster than this. Call up payee list. Find desired payee. Delete one account number. Write in another. Easy peasy. Here, let me do it.
I've been on the phone while they do it. I've stood over the teller while she did it. I've done it myself online. Somehow those idiots still manage to keep paying my OLD account while my new one goes to disconnection.
I may need a new bank. That or I'll have to start hand-delivering all my bill payments, which would be a real pain in my ass.
At least I've made friends at bill companies. They're going to be able to do all this without me even calling soon.
By the way, why don't dead accounts get deleted? Why is my old account even able to accept a payment? That makes no sense to me.
Monday, 18 May 2009
I will tell you a very vague little bit, and you all tell me what you think, ok?
I guess the best way to describe it would be to say that it is about a man who is a vigilante serial killer (and he really does focus on a certain kind of earth-scum, though I haven't fully decided on his motivations yet). Does that make any sense? It's not going to be a shootkillmaimdestroy action novel, but darker and hopefully more though-provoking. I am kind of living vicariously through my main character, and I really want my readers to side with him, and root for him, and think of HIM (or 'them', he may have allies) as the good guy even though he's sort of a bad guy. Now that I've reduced it down to that, it kind of sounds like a boatload of other books out there. Just remember it's the details that will make it unique. ;) I don't think the focus of the book will be primarily what he does, either, but more the other characters' thoughts and actions regarding what he's done. The police, the media, general society, and the judicial system. The novel will be propelled by the idea that being bad for good reasons is still being bad - but can the impetus ever be good enough that people want to overlook the bad - or do most people seperate the motivation from the action and judge accordingly? Basically, all killers have their own motivations. But what if inherently good, normal, law-abiding people agree with it? If someone good does something bad to a bad person, what does that make them? Is a vigilante really ever any more, any better than a villian?
I don't know how else to explain it, I've probably just muddled it all up and left you all scratching your heads. At the very least, it is interesting to me, and I am enjoying writing it. Not that that will help pay the bills at all.
My main character's name is John. Discuss!
We got rained out at about 2pm, but we had a decent run for less than 24 hours notice, haha.
I've rescheduled for this Saturday, it is supposed to be sunny and warm! Now to advertise and round up anything else I can think of. Next time I will be more successful, this we'll call practice. This one was just to make the money to cover the cheques I wrote. I did that at least. Next weekend is for PROFIT. ;)
Anyone wanna come babysit my kids next weekend? I really don't want to just let them fend for themselves again.
I'm so tired.
Sunday, 17 May 2009
Ohhh, tonight is gonna be an all-nighter, methinks.
Who's dumb idea was this anyway, to hold a last-minute, thrown-together yard sale with three kids and no help? Lily, Rachel, consider yourselves drafted.
I'll let you know how it goes. If I don't post tomorrow night, it either went so well that I'm exhausted, so poorly that I'm drunk, or I just gave up and sold myself into slavery.
Wish me luck!
He is afraid of it.
Friday, 15 May 2009
FAIL. Not impressive at all. For the amount of scrubbing I had to do with it, I could have used a wad of spit and a cotton ball and gotten the same results. My glass/ceramic cooktop was not restored to new with a few quick passes and a look of accomplishment. There was sweat. There were tears. There was a complete thrashing of my manicure. There were minimal results.
You know what works better, for 1/20th the price? A good old fashioned S.O.S pad. Man I love those things.
Scrunge bad. S.O.S pad good.
Now you know.
Also, today at Walmart I got sucked into buying some Sham-Wow knockoffs. Review coming soon!
The Daddy has returned, briefly. Let's all thank the powers that be for me having someone to hold down the couch. You'd think someone who had been holed up with a bunch of other men deep in the woods, living in a tent would want to go out and partake in civilization. Oh no, not MY husband. The couch it is. Which means I have been subjected to nothing but sports and Family Guy since he got here. I don't know which I dislike more. At least with sports I can be vindictive and root for whichever team he isn't. Hehehehe. Because I am a good wife that way.
In other news, I got a notice from the girls's school the other day that they both are participating in a play. This means they need costumes. In FOUR DAYS. Freaking great. I say that drawing whiskers on them and writing "dog" and "bunny" on their respective foreheads is costume enough. Pig tails can double as floppy ears for both, no?
The baby is becoming quite the chatterbox, and also quite the cheese-a-holic. Which means I am forever hearing "Chee? Chee? Chee?" until I break down and give him a cheese string. Could be worse, could be junk food. Finn has taken it upon himself to teach The Daddy (who is a mechanic) what a car is. Everytime there is a car on tv (much fun during Nascar) on the road, driving by the house, in the parking lot, parked outside our house, Finn will point and tell Andrew "Car!" except it comes out more like "cahhh...r?" because he's not quite two. It's pretty cute, and it gives me a break from the constant begging for cheese. Solution? Download the movie "Cars" and put it on the big screen! Ohhh, it was entrancing. Two hours of silence, except for the occasional chubby little finger pointing and baby-voice "CAHH...R!" from the peanut gallery.
My house is destroyed. The kitchen is a disaster, with no clean dishes whatsoever, the living room is absolutely wall-to-wall, and the bathroom... Let's not even talk about the bathroom. It makes me want to cry. Even the little room at the front door, remember that tiny little space? Even it is in desperate need of some domestic attentions. My lawn needs to be mowed, my bed needs to have bedding put back on it, I'm not caught up on laundry, and today is a freaking HOLIDAY, which means all the kids are here. And the damn cat won't shut up. He is so dumb, he doesn't even know what he is meowing at. He wants to go outside, but he is afraid of outside. He is hungry, but forgets where his food dish lives. He is thirsty, so he waits in the bathtub for someone to have a shower, unless I place him literally IN his waterbowl. At least he is clean, and affectionate. I swear though, his mother must have dropped him on his head too many times.
OK, I think we're caught up. Nothing terribly interesting, but this isn't freaking Disneyland. I have some posts coming, but they will have to wait until I muck out my house. Ugh. I think I'll just move.
Saturday, 9 May 2009
Does anything work? I mean, aside from moving?
Thursday, 7 May 2009
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
But then, then I mopped again, AND waxed, and now look! So shiny!
Is it only me though, who thinks that these real-wood floors always look dirty? Do you know how many knots I tried to scrub off today, thinking they were ground-in raisins? I think I'm just used to my old fake-wood floors...
I'm not going to bed tonight. Oh no, I will be sitting here enjoying my clean floors for the precious few hours they will be clean. Children have an aversion to clean floors, as evidenced above. I mean, just hazard a guess as to where the baby sits. I dare you.
So, so pretty... I need better smelling wax though, this smells like fake fruit. Ick. But so pretty!
Sunday, 3 May 2009
I don't know why Lily has a topknot. She did her own hair today.
Do I win the 'Ugliest Tablecloth Ever' award or what?
I don't know why the colour is coming out funny, it's actually a mustard yellow print on a khaki background. Fantastic.