Thursday, November 24, 2005

She's Got Her Daddy's Lashes

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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Don't tell anyone but

Sam is 10 and he still likes me to do this if he is going to have a banana.

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A.

Friday, November 18, 2005

It's like I am trying to win some sort of dork contest

Below is a copy of an email I sent my husband at work yesterday. Brackets with info have been added.

Subject Line: GULP. Bad News.


HI.

Remember in the summer when I backed out of our driveway and sorta hit that car?

Um, yeah. Well, I did that again. But harder. Wahhh!
I had Seth (montys little friend) and Monty and they were running around and I was trying to get them in the car to take Seth home and Monty to school. Seth got in the car but Monty kept running away from me, around the driveway. I got frustrated and got in and thought I would back the car up, get it on the street and then get him and put him in the car. So I was looking at him, standing in front of the garage door, as I backed out. And then I hit the car.

I knew it was someone from Bruno’s place’s (guy across the street) car. So I ran across the street and knocked on the door and rang the bell but noone came. So I took monty to school and seth home, came home myself and put a note on the car that it was me that hit it and please come over and get my information.

After a while I see the lady out there so I came out and told her it was me. (She is Bruno's cousins wife, italian lady in her 60s) She freaked out at me. Started yelling and saying “Why did you do this to me?” and I was like, “I am sorry and don’t worry I will pay for the repair” Her passenger back door has a scrape and a dent. She starts like leaning over the car and saying, “Oh, my stomach! Oh my new car!!” and then she said, “I have to go in to see Bruno” and I said okay well I will meet you in there I will go get my information. So I go back home to tell Oma (my MIL who lives with us) to watch Lucy for me, by this time I feel so bad I am crying myself!

So I come back out and Bruno and her are outside the car and she is crying and Bruno yells at her, “Come on! Amy is right across the street she said she will take care of it! Why are you getting all emotional!” (It was kind of funny). She said, “I can’t drive it to work” and he said, “Oh stop it, of course you can drive it to work!” So she left for work and I said I am sorry about ten more times and all she did was give me a dirty look like I had just offed her grandmother.

So then Bruno takes me into his house and says, “My God! She came running into the house screaming, I thought she was having a heart attack!” I went in and talked to them. Bruno tried to get me to have a shot of something to calm my nerves. I told him I already hit one car, better just have water. They were great. Alma (B’s wife) said, “She is just emotional, don’t take it personally, she is like that, high strung, the important thing is that noone got hurt and your kids are okay.” So they took my insurance info.

I am sure I will have to pay something out, maybe her deductible or something. And um, heh, our back bumper on one side got kinda cracked up (a lot). I feel like such an idiot that it happened not once but TWICE.

So that’s that. How is your day going?

Bye bye! Call me if you can.
Aim

It's like I am trying to win some sort of dork contest

Below is a copy of an email I sent my husband at work yesterday. Brackets with info have been added.

Subject Line: GULP. Bad News.


HI.

Remember in the summer when I backed out of our driveway and sorta hit that car?

Um, yeah. Well, I did that again. But harder. Wahhh!
I had Seth (montys little friend) and Monty and they were running around and I was trying to get them in the car to take Seth home and Monty to school. Seth got in the car but Monty kept running away from me, around the driveway. I got frustrated and got in and thought I would back the car up, get it on the street and then get him and put him in the car. So I was looking at him, standing in front of the garage door, as I backed out. And then I hit the car.

I knew it was someone from Bruno’s place’s (guy across the street) car. So I ran across the street and knocked on the door and rang the bell but noone came. So I took monty to school and seth home, came home myself and put a note on the car that it was me that hit it and please come over and get my information.

After a while I see the lady out there so I came out and told her it was me. (She is Bruno's cousins wife, italian lady in her 60s) She freaked out at me. Started yelling and saying “Why did you do this to me?” and I was like, “I am sorry and don’t worry I will pay for the repair” Her passenger back door has a scrape and a dent. She starts like leaning over the car and saying, “Oh, my stomach! Oh my new car!!” and then she said, “I have to go in to see Bruno” and I said okay well I will meet you in there I will go get my information. So I go back home to tell Oma (my MIL who lives with us) to watch Lucy for me, by this time I feel so bad I am crying myself!

So I come back out and Bruno and her are outside the car and she is crying and Bruno yells at her, “Come on! Amy is right across the street she said she will take care of it! Why are you getting all emotional!” (It was kind of funny). She said, “I can’t drive it to work” and he said, “Oh stop it, of course you can drive it to work!” So she left for work and I said I am sorry about ten more times and all she did was give me a dirty look like I had just offed her grandmother.

So then Bruno takes me into his house and says, “My God! She came running into the house screaming, I thought she was having a heart attack!” I went in and talked to them. They were great. Alma (B’s wife) said, “She is just emotional, don’t take it personally, she is like that, high strung, the important thing is that noone got hurt and your kids are okay.” So they took my insurance info.

I am sure I will have to pay something out, maybe her deductible or something. And um, heh, our back bumper on one side got kinda cracked up (a lot). I feel like such an idiot that it happened not once but TWICE.

So that’s that. How is your day going?

Bye bye! Call me if you can.
Aim

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Workin' At The Mall

I did my first shift at the candle booth last night. It wasn't bad. It is a pretty big booth, and I must have walked around it six hundred and forty eight times. My eyes were tired by the end! It wasn't that busy, so you know how it is when you are trying to sort of look busy, I windexed the glass and straightened the boxes of candle holders, walked around. I wanted to sit on my little stool more but I am too friggin short and when I was sitting on there I could barely see over the top of the candles if there were customers looking or not. I sat on my foot for a bit for some height but then my foot fell asleep.

I was nervous when I got there! What a weiner. Not because it is some high power job ha ha, but I haven't worked outside my house in like, five years. And I had to do the wheelin and dealin babysitting tango before I left. Each kid went somewhere different. So by the time I got there my stomach was all knotted up from being outside my comfort zone. Blech.

The girl that was there in the day trained me for an hour. And just before she was leaving I went to get a tea and to hit the bathroom, because I would be alone for four hours, no breaky breaky. So I am walking with all this cash register/debit/credit card information in my head. I had a pretty good handle on it. I got a tea and walked back, feeling a little sassy in my criss cross top and tweed Aline skirt and maroon boots.
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But I must have been too in my head. Because then I walked INTO A WALL.
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I didn't see the corner. And OOF! My tea went all over. One side of my short, spiky hairdo went flat. And I felt like a complete and utter idiot.
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Luckily alot of other people at the mall must have been in their own heads like i was, because as far as I could tell, nobody really noticed. In the movies that would have been the part where Julia Roberts or Sandra Bullock crashes into the wall like a beautiful klutz and lands in the arms of some hunk. In real life you just kind of look around like 'who put that wall there?' and then when you see that noone really noticed you sort of walk away from the scene of the crime, wiping the tea off your hands onto your skirt because it is brown and anyway already has tea on it.
And then you do your four hours at the candle booth. And then you go home.

A.

Friday, November 11, 2005

All I want for Christmas....

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Oh, the Sloan kids loved this show. Doris, Leroy, Bruno (my favorite person on TV after Gopher from Love Boat and Erik Estrada), Coco, Danny Amatulo (also very cute, In '84 I danced with a guy at Sandy's school who looked a little bit like him, oh! my heart.) Mr. Sharofsky, the blonde teacher, Debbie Allan ("You want Fame? Well, Fame costs. And you're gonna pay right here. In sweat.")

What a great show. I honestly thought high school would be like that, with people dancing on the tables out of nowhere doin the Hot Lunch Jam. And I could sing "Starmaker" like nobody's business. Bruno was so cute. I remember when he did a song about Mr. Sharofsky. "Here he comes, flappin his gums, what's he gonna say? have a nice day?" I can't believe I remember that.

If you are a FF (Fame Fan) why not treat yourself to this.

I have watched it three times this morning. I know. Leroy's split leap at the end almost makes me cry. Especially since he is gone now, he's dancing with the angels. Poor guy.

"I'M GONNA BE A DANCER! A GOOD DANCER! YOU KNOW WHO SAYS SO? ME!"

A.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

On My Mind

I got a new little job. I will be working in a booth at the mall on the weekends for the Christmas Season. It is a candle booth! I am kind of excited to wear nice pants and watch people shop. And be all by meself at my booth in Limeridge, selling things to grown ups.

Grown ups aren't as cute as kids, but they don't cry as much, either. And they can all wipe their own bums and hold a cup without spilling it and they would take responsibility if they happened to eat a whole bunch of Halloween candy before 8 am.

So yeah, I start on Friday. I can only work on the weekends I told the guy because that is when hubby is home. No friggin way I am paying a baby sitter to work for eight bucks an hour.

I am hoping I get a lil discount on the candles though. If you are one of my peeps, don't read on. Because you are probably getting a candle type thing for Christmas. Surprise!

I have also been asked to do another one of my 'girls night out' parties at my aunt's friends house. Which is good because I have lots of stuff left over from the last one.

Since I got a head startino on my Christmas shopping last weekend i am now all over it. I almost wrapped a few things tonight. If there weren't sixteen loads of laundry to put away I would have done so. I just want to get this house reasonably tidy because one of the first things I am doing with my extra moola is getting a housecleaner in, just once, in December. To hell with a new outfit. I want to come home and hear the vacuum overheating and smell the pine sol and have them say, 'We are almost done!' It is the BEST.

And now it is two minutes to ten and I am going to grab the baskets of L. to fold in front of the TV whilst I watch I don't even know what because tuesday is not usually a tv night for me. Hmmmm.

Toodles,
A.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Hola

Good weekend.

GOT AWAY FOR A NIGHT with some friends. Oh yes, I did. And it was mighty fine. Five of us went to Niagara Falls NY for a night, which is less than an hour away. Shopped. Ate at TGIFridays. Went to Target! And Tops! Laughed our heads off. Shopped. Slept in. Ate at Applebees.
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It was great. In twenty four hours I don't think I have laughed so much. I did some early Christmas shopping. I got Lucy the BEST coat. I got a skirt at the Old Navy outlet for four bucks, and a cookie sheet, loaf pan AND square baking pan for 11 bucks. Good times!

Jay held down the fort quite nicely whilst I was away. I did not come home to a messy house, which was one of my criteria for getting away well. My only regret is that I brought my camera but took no pictures! Wahh!

Saturday night we had an old friend come by for a visit. We hadn't seen him in about three years, it was great to catch up.

Sun we had church. And someone stole some stuff from our van right outside the church! Jay plays electric guitar in the church band. And after the service, he popped outside and put his guitars in the van. Came back in to help me get the kids from Sunday school. So he left it unlocked for about five minutes. (He insists that he locked it, so let's just say, um, maybe the lock thing on his keys didn't work. Because he LoCKED it, people. ) Anyhoo, it must have been unlocked because there was no other way it could have happened. We were getting the kids in after and I look on the passenger side floor and the floor mat is all yanked up and there are CD cases all over the place. I say, "Man! These KIds!"
Then I see my makeup bag is dumped everywhere. And Jays case/bag thing is on it's side and empty. And I am like, "Uh Oh. We got ripped off!"
First we were freaking out just a tad because Jays empty case thingy meant that his newish mp3 player was gone ($300) along with the accessories and cables ($100) and his philishaver that he keeps in there, too ($150). Which would be just about what we would pay for a deductible if we were to put a claim in. Which we couldn't anyway because Jay had left the car unlocked. (I mean, locked! I swear I locked it! You KNOW me, Aim!)

And there were all the cd's in the bottom drawer thingy gone. And all the spare change was gone.

But then, I started moving the mess around and oh! there was the mp3 player under my seat and the shaver under the car mat and the cords. All they took were about ten cds and about 8 bucks in loose change.

So really, we were happy. And a little stunned that we got off so easy. Jay had both his (expensive) guitars in the back, not taken either. Our church is right downtown. So someone probably was walking by and saw the door unlocked and decided to go for it. But they were obviously so focussed on getting cash (and cd's you can trade in for cash) that they didn't bother with anything else. I feel kinda sorry for that person. How frantic and desperate they must have felt to be scrambling through our car, looking for money. Now, had they taken the expensive stuff, I probably wouldn't be feeling so compassionate.

But it's a good lesson. Because I leave my purse in the car 80 percent of the time. But yesterday I didn't. And from now on I will take it with me.

So tell me,
1. When was your last night out with the girls and where'd you go?
2. What has been stolen from you?

A.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

It's Not Just that He Looks Like Me

Sam lost some of his violin music. Two pieces, to be concise. And he looked for them for about sixty seconds and of course didn't find them.

Instead of taking time to look further and probably finding them, he takes ten minutes to make a little sign. He comes down to the kitchen and thumbtacks it to the wall with a flourish and a little smile.

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Oh, he is so my kid.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Trick or Treat

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Kids had fun. Mom and Daddy ate too much candy.