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99 bottles of beer on the wall….
99 bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall…..
Who ever came up with this song? I can remember singing it when I was a kid, with my cousins in the back of my grandpa’s pick-up truck on the 5-1/2 hour drive to the summer vacation home that was simply called Up North, because, you see, it was actually up north.
This was before it was a law to wear your seatbelt, and it definitely was before things like walkman radios, and Gameboy. We did have those little puzzles with the numbers on them, and you had to slide the numbers around until you got all the numbers in order 1-15, remember those? I have it on my Palm Pilot now, and when Kid gets bored in the car, I let her play it.
So back to the bottles of beer…. what a dumb song. We must have driven our grandpa c~r~a~z~y singing that song! Which, is most likely why he made us ride in the back of the truck, with the little window closed between the front and the back.
What a memory! Do people still sing that song???
Neat freak
I’m a neat freak, but only on some things. For instance, I don’t mind if the desk is messy and in disarray, but I need to have the toys picked up, and the house vacuumed. It’s an urge that I have, it’s as if the walls are closing in on me, and I might not make it out alive … unless I vacuum the house, and pick up the toys. They don’t even have to be put away, but they need to be out of the way. In a corner somewhere is fine by me.
We live in a house in the city. There’s about 15′ between my house and my neighbor’s, and when I’m in the dining room, I can see straight into my neighbor’s bedroom window. That is, if he has his blinds up. On this particular night, his blinds were up, and his dresser drawers were wide open and the clothes were hanging out!!! Remember I just told you how sometimes the urge comes over me? Well, the urge was coming over me big time. I knew that I couldn’t go over to his house, ring the doorbell, and say: ‘Hey, uh, could you do me a favor and tuck your clothes into your dresser drawers, and then slide them shut? And do it before I lose my freakin’ mind over here???’ I was feeling a little Monica-like, from Friends, when she had to go over to Ross’ messy girlfriend’s house and clean it. Remember that episode? That was me. Except I didn’t want to be outed as some neurotic neat freak, so I stayed in my house and tried to forget it.
Thank God he has a girlfriend now, and the blinds stay shut about 99% of the time.
That’s not nearly as bad as last night, when Zoe dumped her popcorn in the car. It was all over her, and the backseat. Gah!
Car shopping …..
We spent a few hours yesterday car shopping. This is something we’ve put off for three weeks, and have been sharing a car (my car) since then. It’s worked out fairly well, except for the time we went to pick up the new push lawn mower from Sears, and found out that you can’t fit two adults, a 4 yr. old in a booster seat, and a huge box into a Honda Civic sedan. Hmmm, we need something that has more room …. and it has to be used, reliable, and did I mention dirt cheap?
The first car we looked at was a Chevy Venture. We didn’t even leave the lot with it, it looked great, but the salesguy was, how do I put this …… slimy. Uh, yeah, we’ll be back on Monday (when you aren’t here).
Next car lot had a much nicer salesguy (SG), and he pointed us in the direction of a 2000 Saturn LW2. It met all three points that I mentioned before: used, reliable, dirt cheap. And it met Kid’s requirement that it be a boy color, blue.
We piled in, Kid and I in the back, our chauffeur - I mean Hubby in the front. Drove like a dream, and Kid should know, because she fell asleep by the time we got to the corner. Since naps are like GOLD around here, I decided to sit in the back with her, while SG and Hubby looked around the lot.
They came back with a souped up Chevy Venture, with wood grain on the dash (which I guess some people like). I took one sit inside of it, and said, “Nope, it reminds me of the car Clark Griswald drove in Vacation”.
And that’s when it happened, that’s when I opened my big blabbermouth and said, “We are looking for payments around $200 a month, and we have $2500 to put down”. SG’s eyes twinkled, and said that he has the car for us. After seeing the Griswald car, I wasn’t too worried about it. I went back to sitting in the Saturn with Kid. SG and Hubby trekked back to the car lot.
I had nothing to do, so I preset the radio stations, and read the owners manual. Here they come again ….. no car this time. Silent yay! Uh oh, SG showed him a Lexus RX300, oh jeez, a LEXUS!! And now he desperately needs it. He swears that it within the budget, and since we were running out of time, and it actually wasn’t even on the lot yet, we’re going look at it tomorrow.
Of course, I’m pushing for the Saturn because, like I said, I’ve already preset the radio stations.
Can you carry my purse?
Where did the need to carry a purse come from? And why do some women carry them, and others don’t? I can’t go anywhere without mine, but other than my cellphone and my wallet, I really don’t have anything in there that I need with me all the time. Last night while I was at the park with Hubby and Kid, we saw two little girls running around the jungle gym with their purses over their shoulders. They couldn’t have been older than 8 or 9. Does the need to carry essentials around with you really start that young?
I’ve yet to find the perfect purse, but I’m constantly on the lookout. Currently I have a med-sized black leather hobo kind of handbag. It’s small enough to not weigh my shoulder down at the mall, but big enough to hold all the crap (I mean, essentials) that I insist upon bringing with me wherever I go. Right now I carry my Palm Pilot, cellphone, checkbook, wallet, lip balm, compact, pen, bandaids, hand lotion, little container of ‘just-in-case’ medicine, and my glasses. I’ve tried to cut a few of those out, but as soon as I take an item out of my purse, wouldn’t you know that I need it.
I have a scads of purses that I thought would be The Perfect Purse. They weren’t, yet I can’t get rid of them. Like there’s my cute little Dooney & Bourke purse that I bought to go on my trip to Martha’s Vineyard, that was 8 years ago and I haven’t touched it in about 7-1/2. Or my Louis Vuitton Speedy handbag that I bought, gosh, at least 13 years ago. I used it for about 4 years non-stop. It was very close to receiving TPP status, but it was too big. I could actually lose something in that purse! So my Louis sits in the back of my closet, I take it out every now and then, and wonder if I should give it another try, and then put it back.
Then there is the pink purse that I really really REALLY want. I’ve been looking for TPPP (The Perfect Pink Purse) for over a year now. There is a sea of pink purses out there, and I can’t find the one that’s for me. Past experience tells me that this purse will end up in my closet with the rest of my purse castaways, so I don’t want to spend the big bucks on one, and have considered buying a fake. I just can’t do it. And what happens if I finally find TPPP, and then they go out of style? Hmmm, what happens then? I’ll feel like I’ve got avocado green appliances, when everyone knows the ‘in’ color is stainless steel. I may live out the rest of my life pink-purseless.
No matter what kind of purse it is, I know this for a fact, Hubby will not carry it for me. And this is why I’ve promised that when he dies, instead of a rosary in his hands, he’ll be holding my purse.
I’m cool!
That’s right, according to Kid (who is 4 remember), I’m cool. YEAAAAAH! That’s right! What took ya so long to figure out that your Momma is cool?! I was tucking her into bed tonight, and I turned on her music, to which she said “Thanks mom, you’re so cool!” 
This is much better than what she told me last week, which was that I had a big butt. And I don’t! Remember, she is ONLY 4 years old. What the heck does she know about butt size? I mean, she’s teeny tiny, and I’m well, um, just tiny.
What have your kids told you? C’mon, spill it!
I’ll take it in pink please
A fellow blogger, Anita, asked if anyone else worries that their kid might never outgrow some of their childish ways today. And my answer is a hands down, no questions asked, YES!!!!! So here is my blog about it……..
Approximately two months ago, Kid decided that she’s only going to wear the colors pink or purple. You are probably thinking, what’s the big deal? So she wears a pink/purple t-shirt…. However, this is Kid we are talking about here. For her, it means this: The outfit, from head to toe, must be either ALL pink, or ALL purple. Including underwear, socks, pants, top, and shoes. Yes, she has purple shoes. Did you even know that they sold purple shoes?
It’s trying at times, because she’s got drawers full of other colored clothes that she has zero interest in. What’s wrong with wearing red? Or yellow? Or even white? Well, perhaps white isn’t the best color for a 4 year old.
Another thing I hope she grows out of her habit of being so headstrong. She’ll stick her heels in the ground and not budge, AT ALL. If she thinks she’s right, she’s going to BE right and argue with you about it until YOU and HER are blue in the face. This happened one time when Hubby, Kid and I were in the car. Hubby was driving, and Kid claimed he ran through a red light. I was paying attention, HE DIDN’T GO THROUGH A RED LIGHT. The backseat driver, Kid, insisted he did it. And for 5 full minutes she scolded him for it …. until he finally admit that he drove through the red light, said he should have waited until it was green, and wouldn’t do it again. My jaw hit the floor. Kid got Hubby to admit to something that he didn’t do … AND APOLOGIZE for it as well!
Nothing drives me more crazy than when some one accuses me of doing something I didn’t do. With an adult I can reason with them, but with Kid, the concept is lost.
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Speaking of Lost …. what did you think of the season finale? Hubby called it when that The Others were looking for Walt, as soon as Danielle said she heard voices say they were coming for the boy. Yep, that would be Walt. I haven’t a clue as to what could be going on underground. How freaky was that?
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