“Whether the weather be fine, Whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Whether the weather be hot, We’ll weather the weather, Whatever the whether, Whether we like it or not”

November 30, 2006

On my way to work yesterday morning, the external temperature gauge in my van showed 65°F (18°C).

By lunchtime, the temperature had risen to 75°F (24°C).

I had to pick up SuperBoy early from the sitter yesterday afternoon; when I left work at 1:55, the temperature was 77°F (25°).

When I arrived at the sitter’s house seven minutes later, the wind was blowing and the temperature was 57°F (14°C).  That’s right.  A twenty-degree drop in seven minutes.  The cold front blew in just that quickly.

By the time I picked up The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude from gymnastics at 5:30, it was 44°F (7°C).

This morning we awoke to find a light layer of snow, slushy roads and frigid temperatures.  (28°F (-2°C))

With weather changes that drastic and that quick, I’m forecasting snotty noses, asthma trouble and chest colds, with a 60% chance of a trip to the pediatrician’s office next week.

“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”
–Oscar Wilde


Short and sweet … well, short, anyway

November 17, 2006

This has been a helluva week, and it ain’t over yet.

(Sorry ’bout that; the shittiness of this week calls for a little Texas drawl, ya’ll.)

~ Miss Attitude was out of school with pneumonia two days this week.

~ Tuesday evening found me alone (Deputy Dad was working) with all three kids in the emergency room at the hospital in [larger town an hour away, where we go for shopping and pediatrician visits] while we waited for Miss Attitude to get a chest x-ray. Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh. I went into OCD Overdrive as I watched the walking wounded (and presumably contagious!) around us.
(To clarify, I didn’t take all three kids and head to [larger town] to take Miss Attitude to the E.R.  We went for a pediatrician appointment, and he wanted to get a chest x-ray after hearing her junky-sounding left lung.  It was after-hours by then, so we had to go through the E.R. to get it done…which meant waiting in the E.R. waiting room, a terrifying experience for an OCD/anal-retentive mom of three.)

~ SuperBoy is trying to kill us with his Terrible Twoness.

~ At this moment, even as I type this, Deputy Dad is on the couch, alternately dozing and writhing in pain, as he tries to pass another kidney stone. We just went through this two weeks ago. He’s opted not to go to the E.R. this time, as long as we can manage the pain with the spiffy drugs they prescribed him last time.

Hydrocodone Haiku

A little white pill
Taken with some Seven Up
Deputy Dad, sleep


More tomorrow, if I make it through tonight with my sanity intact.  At this point, it’s questionable. 

Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

November 5, 2006

This weekend is officially over in 45 minutes.

Which means, good grief, I’d better hurry up and get this posted before my NaBloPoMo-sanctioned midnight deadline.

My day started waaaay too early this morning, when my good friend and across-the-street neighbor, T, called at 5:30.

“Umm…[LadyBug]?…Would you ask [Deputy Dad] what I should do about a fire behind my fridge?”

“Whuh? Wait, lemme get my glasses. … Now, what? A fire?”

“Umm, yeah. It’s behind the fridge, and I’m thinkin’…do I pull the fridge out from the wall? What should I do?”

T’s husband was out of town on a hunting trip. This sort of thing ONLY happens at their house when he’s out of town.

I asked T if she had a fire extinguisher. I was pretty sure I knew the answer, and had already made my way to the garage and grabbed ours.

“Umm…no, I don’t think we do.”

“I’m on my way.”

I was surprised to discover it had been raining, as I walked barefooted down the driveway and across the street. I got to T’s house and made my way to the kitchen, where I could see the orange glow behind the refrigerator. I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to try to move it, so I just reached as far back as I could between the wall and the refrigerator and blindly shot the fire extinguisher.

The kitchen instantly filled with a cloud that had us sputtering and coughing. The powder in the extinguisher had bounced off the wall and was now hanging in the air around us.

“I think we better call the fire department and get out of here. You and K can come to my house.”

I called 9-1-1 and told them to send the fire department.

“What’s on fire?”

“The refrigerator. We’ll be across the street at my house.”

K is The Drama Queen’s age, and one of her very best friends. I asked her to keep an eye on Henry – who was awake and whining by that time – to keep her mind off what was going on at her house.

Long story short (too late!), the fire department got the fire out quickly. It had started inside the back panel of the refrigerator. There was very little damage to the wall, but the fridge is certainly shot. The fire department even moved the fridge out of the house for her. I helped her empty the perishables into a couple ice chests, and she and K left for her mom’s house about 6:10. The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude had woken up at 5:45 during all the commotion, and Super Boy woke at 6:15. I had purposely let Deputy Dad sleep; he needed as much rest as he could get after yesterday’s chaos.

So, yeah, it appears this weekend has pretty much been total crap. But, hey, at least it’s over in…20 minutes, now.

I’ll be out-of-pocket tomorrow, taking Super Boy to the pediatrician for his persistent runny/stuffy nose.

Oh! One last thing…

We’re relieved that Henry finally found his appetite today. We were fully prepared to take him back to his Mama dog for a few days, if he didn’t start eating today. But I opened up a can of food this morning, and he gobbled it up like he’d been doing it all his life. So, at least that’s a little less stress, there.

Have a great day, everyone!

You know it’s too damn hot when…

June 8, 2006

…a forecasted high of 99°F (37°C) is cooler weather.

You know your life is incredibly lame when…

April 12, 2006

…you suddenly realize you’re standing in line at the Post Office, having a Steve versus Joe debate* with the other residents of Small Town.

…and THEN you realize that this is the only adult conversation you’ve had all day.

*Steve wins, of course. Duh.


March 28, 2006

…at The Drama Queen’s basketball game:

Man, they are on her like flies on cowpies!

A few random and completely unrelated items

March 9, 2006
  • It’s so dang windy here in Small Town, Texas, today, I’m half-expecting Mary Poppins to come floating down from the sky at any moment.
  • Today is Career Day at Miss Attitude’s school. Parents (including Deputy Dad) will be talking to the kids about their jobs and careers, and the kids were allowed to dress for their future careers. Miss Attitude’s career choice? A movie star.
  • It’s a good thing I don’t cave under pressure. I’ve had so many offers to NcrEEs [my] MnhUd! and P|eeZ [my] WmeNz – L@t3st Ph@rM@cEE New&! lately…..surely someone more easily influenced by peer pressure would’ve caved by now.