Nov 16 2006

Like, OMIGAWD, Buffy!

You wanna know what’s sick? I have a gorgeous son who is so much fun to play with, a nice husband, a lovely dinner planned for tonight, plenty of chores that could get done, and a dog who would, I’m SURE, love to go for a walk. Do you know what I can’t wait to do when I get home?

Effing watch episodes of Buffy.

I. LOVE. THIS. SHOW. I am thoroughly addicted. We had to bump our netflix up to three discs at a time to try to satiate my need. John made the mistake of putting an actual movie in the queue (weird word…) and I just about lost it. (It turned out to be a pretty good one- Thank You For Smoking, but still.)

I think we’re on the 4th season now. I will cry when we get to the last. CRY.

If you’ve never seen it and you have some time to burn, give it a try. And be sure to have your sense of odd humour with you.

Oh!Oh! The part I absolutely love about it is that Cole’s favorite song is the themesong to Buffy. He can recognize it by the howls at the beginning. If you’ve never seen a 1 year old bouncing and headbanging his way through a Nerf Herder song, you haven’t lived. It’s a beautiful thing. Or maybe scary, because now you know how much we watch these that he can recognize the song so easily…

(I feel like I’ve written about this before, but I can’t find it in my archives. Either way, I think it’s probably yet another indication of my impending insanity.)

(Really, I’ll be much better after my 5 days off. Just wait it out. Only 4 more work days!)

Nov 15 2006


How frustrating. To work as hard as we do and make as much as we do (which isn’t a lot, but still should be enough to get us out of the working poor category) and still not be able to afford much of anything in the way of a house.

I won’t go into details, but we are about $100,000 short of qualifying for a mortgage that would get us something worth having. It’s sad that a young, educated, two-income family would have this much trouble in America these days. It scares me for other people who I know are worse off than we.

No decision has been made because we may have some hidden resources that would get us a lot closer. But we may not. We may be forced to rent forever.

No wonder people rush into interest only or adjustable rate mortgages without thinking of the future. They make it so easy to choose those options. We will not.

I still want that house so badly. It sounds so materialistic, so shallow, but it really hurts that it may be so far out of our reach. It’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility, but pretty damn close.

Nov 14 2006


I just found a house that I’m really excited about. It’s 3 bed, 2 bath, 1536 sq feet, tree in the front, fenced lawn in the back, nice kitchen (I’m big on kitchens, stereotypically). Best of all? It’s right down the street from Cole’s daycare and only about 5 minutes from work. It’s a really nice neighborhood.

I’m now imagining walking Cole to daycare in the morning, waving to the other families we know (2 of them already!) who live on the same street. The house isn’t perfectly beautiful, but with everything else it seems… well, perfect.

Of course, I won’t tell the realtor that.

I always feel like I need to point out the really bad parts of a house (or a car) that I might think of buying. I feel, somehow, that it makes it seem like I’m doing them a favor by buying it, therefore getting a better deal. I’m not really sure that this is true, but I can’t help myself.

Anyway, I’m going tomorrow to get pre-approved for a mortgage so that if we really like the place we can make an offer.

I’m nervous about the pre-approval thing, though. I have no idea what kind of credit we have. We were… less than perfect in college. Things have been pretty good since then, but I’m not sure we’ve put enough distance between that time and now to have the good outweigh the bad. We’ll see.

Nov 13 2006

So Friday. Yeah. I wasn’t here. Unexpectedly.

I got a call late on Thursday from his daycare that Cole had a fever and was “inconsolable.” I knew already that he had the two ear infections (I think I mentioned that, right?) but I hadn’t filled his antibiotic prescription because I hate antibiotics. HATE.

Anyway, I rushed to pick him up and found him to be his normal, happy self. But he did have a fever (102) and so needed to go away from other children. The policy at the daycare is also that he needed to stay at home the next day, so I was FORCED into staying at home on Friday with a not-really-very-sick child and feeling fairly well myself. Big BIG bummer, I tell ya.

I did break down and get the effing prescription, though. M*@#*$&%@$* doctors.

Cole was the preciousest monkey this weekend. Such a sweetie. I think I kinda love him. Weird. What freak loves their own beautiful perfect child?

He now gives kisses on command. (Hear that? That was my heart exploding with joy.)

He’s also been biting ALL.THE.TIME. Little pooper. At least he only bites me. When I yell and say “NO BITING!” he just gives me a devilish grin and taps his lips. STINKER! I think he must think that “no biting” means “oh yeah! Bite me again because it’s like tickles and I know it means that you really love me.” He actually left marks on Saturday. I know he’s teething, but- damn. It still freakin’ hurts.

(Anyone know how to make a 1 year old stop biting? Anyone?)

Now I feel like I have a sinus infection. I have so much pressure in my sinuses, headaches, and a sore throat. Yuk. I’m really glad that this is the last full week before Thanksgiving (when I’ll have 5 days away from work in a ROW!!).

Okay. Enough randomness.

Nov 13 2006

Quick Answer

I am and I am not on Blogger. No, this is not a zen thing. I use Crumpled as my host, but I publish and have comments through Blogger.

I can never do anything the easy or simple way. I can actually blame it on my husband for real this time, except that if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be doing it at all, so I thank him instead.

More later.

Nov 09 2006

I’m such a dork

(But what else is new?)

I’m usually 4th string back-up receptionist where I work. With so many people out sick or leaving early today, I’m up to the second on phones.

The first on phones called me a couple minutes ago to ask if I could cover phones for a bit so that she could clean the kitchen (if there are saints in the world? She is one of them.). I said of course and then got into some other work I had.

Not five minutes later, the phone began to ring. At every ring I thought “why aren’t they getting that? Why aren’t they effing getting that?” It was almost at the last ring before the service picks up when I realized Oh eFF! I’M supposed to be getting that.

I’m such a dork.

Nov 09 2006

Switch Bitch**

John is trying to convince me to switch to Blogger so that I can use their Beta features. I’m less than impressed at the moment. Blogger irritates me in general and I’ve found nothing, features wise, to make the hassle of the switch worth it. In some ways I’d love to switch to MT or something like that, but my host doesn’t support it and I’m not so obsessed that I’m willing to go out and spend money for my very own spot (though, elex- I’m sure we should be pitching in at some point here. Just let us know, man.).

The point of this is if any of you are on Blogger Beta and want to pitch it to me (or do a pros/cons thing), I’d be very interested and grateful. At the moment I’m feeling pissy about it, though, and that never lets me weigh something fairly. I’d love to hear from some real users.

Honestly, I don’t give a s**t about tags. More stability would be nice. Being able to post pictures when I want to would be real special. That’s what I really care about. And preserving all of the effing work I’ve done in the last (what- 3? something?) few years. It’s not good, but it’s mine and it documents parts of my life that aren’t in any other way.

So thanks in advance, if you choose to drop me a line. You’re fantastic.

**The title of a funny adult short story book by Roald Dahl (I love him so much). You should read it.

Nov 08 2006

General update-y type stuff.

Cole finally had his One year check-up today. Aside from two ear infections, he’s doing great, according to the doctor. I coulda told you that. Not fond of this doctor.

He gave me another prescription for antibiotics for Cole’s ears, which John and I have already decided not to fill, and instead will just keep an eye on him. If it seems like he’s actually being bothered by them , then we’ll fill it. But with the cough, the vaccination boosters (3), and the flu shot, I just couldn’t bring myself to pump more junk into his little body (that was 4 shots total. FOUR.). Besides, antibiotics are so rarely even necessary for ear infections. Most other countries don’t even prescribe for them because they just go away on their own more often than not.

I hate how overprescribed antibiotics are in this country. Sometimes I really hate American medicine in general. But I suppose we save a lot of lives and make stunning new advances in treatment and all that. So…anyway.

I had to fight with the doctor about the chicken pox vaccine. I don’t believe that it’s good. At all. I’m still feeling a little paranoid that, even though I told him that Cole was NOT to have that vaccine, he forgot to tell the nurse who prepared the shots and he got it anyway. I need to get his records to try to put my mind to rest there. I might sue if he went ahead with it anyway, and I’m really not litigious by nature. It’s that important to me.

For reference, Cole’s last stats (only about a month ago):
30 inches
24 pounds

Cole’s new stats:
31 inches
24 pounds

Seriously- I could have sworn that he gained a few pounds. I think that everyone who holds him regularly would have been in agreement. But there it was on the scale- 24 pounds. He’s stretching out and getting to be a lean little boy. Really, he looks fabulous. We’ll start his modeling career any day now.

Can you imagine growing an inch in one month though? No wonder he’s cranky sometimes.

He was very brave about the shots (did I mention there were 4?). The first one went in and he just gave me a funny look. It was only when the second was being pulled out that he realized the level of suckitude that he was experiencing and started to cry. He cried until I pulled him into my lap to try to get his mind off of it all with a magazine with cute babies in it (he’s very into pictures of babies right now). Then he discovered his Bugs Bunny bandaids and all was well.

I asked for a sticker from the receptionist so that Cole would have something to keep him busy on the ride to daycare. She gave me this look like she really didn’t want to give him one and then sighed and asked if there was one already up there that he’d like. I just grabbed one and left.

It turned out that I grabbed a ghost sticker that had little face stickers so that you could put a the facial combination you chose on the body of the ghost. I made one with a funny face for Cole and stuck it on is fingers. I knew he was playing with it in back, but I didn’t pay much attention (as I was driving at the time). When we got to daycare I discovered that he had chewed the head off of the ghost and that the head piece was missing. He had fallen asleep at some point during the ride and I feared that he had the piece in his mouth. I pulled down his lower lip and, just as if he had been a chewer all of his life, there was the mashed up ghost head, sitting like a little plug of tobacco. Yuk.

Oh, as we’re going with the general theme of Cole updates, he’s been hitting at school. His daycare lady tells me that he’s extremely stubborn and willfull (I wonder where he got that?) and that when he thinks that he’s right he’s liable to hit the party who is threatening to take what he thinks is his. He hasn’t hit us at home. Usually he does the “cry until I get it back” routine (which doesn’t work even a bit, so I’m not sure why he’s persisting) or the “passive resistance/act like I suddenly can’t stand and no longer have any shoulders” routine. Cute. I thought he was supposed to be older before we got this crap. Anyway, the point is that I can’t even work with him about hitting because we never see it. I feel a little guilty, because I know that he is one of the favorites where he goes and the girl he is hitting the most is kind of not (my daycare lady is weird. Great with the kids, but a psycho freak bitch otherwise.). I do think we’ve finally stopped the biting though. Brat (goddamn, do I love him).

Nov 08 2006


But not surprising, sadly.

I just checked the election results for everything I voted on. They were in an online article from our local paper. It gave the comparisons between how our county voted and how the state voted (California). If the county I live in had its way, the Republicans would have swept the floor with the Democrats in every race. We’re an anomally. Thankfully, the rest of the state balanced us out.

It’s strange to be reminded once again of how different my views must be from the people around me. Nothing like an election to make you feel like an outsider.

Nov 08 2006

We voted!

How about you? You didn’t vote? Are you crazy?

Cole’s pretty pleased with how things are generally turning out, too.