I have a fun secret to share, if you do it you'll laugh hysterically, lose control of bodily functions momentarily even. ready...
Call the Nestle Crunch hot-line 1-800-295-0051. When it asks you if you'd like to proceed in English or Spanish just wait quietly for about 10 seconds, you'll like it. Keep listening to the options and press 4 and then 7.
It made a sick day really much more enjoyable. You can thank me later
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
sick as a
I now fully understand the terms sick as a dog, and feel like I've been hit by a train, or other large vehicle. I haven't been sick-as in immunologically challenged in about 10 years.that's my best guess anyway since I can't actually remember the last time I was sick. Oh I've had kidney stones, given birth, and other painful things. but not sick until this weekend. strep. I hear it's much harder on adults, and I actually believe it. Now for more ibuprofen, more antibiotics, and more sleep.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
the secret life of E
Did you know that children have whole other lives at school, secret lives even. It's like they're spies or incredibles or something equally exciting and dangerous. They have their home identity and then there is the school identity aka their 'cover'- and really who knew? not me.
At home they may loathe something, like soccer or basketball-team sports in general for instance, but at school they're all over that on the playground. Oblivious to certain things at home{all things Disney channel} but at school they are suddenly experts on the Jonas Brothers? And the whole school outfit vs the Saturday play outfits, when was there ever a difference? Why all of a sudden dresses and matching your bff's ensemble of the day? How did this evolve- is there some sort of class about it on the playground? Is that what the little girls are standing there talking about instead of jump roping now?
When did it happen that I don't know all; the omniscient Mother is no longer, may she rest in peace.
At home they may loathe something, like soccer or basketball-team sports in general for instance, but at school they're all over that on the playground. Oblivious to certain things at home{all things Disney channel} but at school they are suddenly experts on the Jonas Brothers? And the whole school outfit vs the Saturday play outfits, when was there ever a difference? Why all of a sudden dresses and matching your bff's ensemble of the day? How did this evolve- is there some sort of class about it on the playground? Is that what the little girls are standing there talking about instead of jump roping now?
When did it happen that I don't know all; the omniscient Mother is no longer, may she rest in peace.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
ready, set, wait
Oh Phil, 6 more weeks you say? I just don't know that I can handle it, maybe it'll hold true only for certain, far more easterly than here, parts of the country. I need spring, and not the teasing where you get a glorious day in the 50's and is seems to be time to plant the garden, and mow the lawn, and then the next day is back to sub-zero. I just don't think I can handle it, the anticipation is killing me.
Speaking of groundhogs and what not, lately I feel like I've been living in the movie groundhog day, except I don't get to punch people or anything. It's more the repetition, and not knowing one day from the next that has me feeling this way. Laundry continuously piles up, but I don't know where it comes from. Dishes, every day it's the same, unload dishwasher, reload dishwasher, but I have a dishwasher and that is what counts right? Get Girl child off to school in the nick of time, just like yesterday, and tomorrow. It goes on and on like this, and before I know it a whole year has gone by. apparently I need a hobby, hopefully in the form of a smallish human child, either variety. that would do wonders for the repetitiveness don't you think?
Speaking of groundhogs and what not, lately I feel like I've been living in the movie groundhog day, except I don't get to punch people or anything. It's more the repetition, and not knowing one day from the next that has me feeling this way. Laundry continuously piles up, but I don't know where it comes from. Dishes, every day it's the same, unload dishwasher, reload dishwasher, but I have a dishwasher and that is what counts right? Get Girl child off to school in the nick of time, just like yesterday, and tomorrow. It goes on and on like this, and before I know it a whole year has gone by. apparently I need a hobby, hopefully in the form of a smallish human child, either variety. that would do wonders for the repetitiveness don't you think?
Monday, February 1, 2010
continue, thief!
Today feels like a stolen day, see it's the 1st of February, but it feels more like April. Fat puffy white marshmallow clouds are floating in the blue sky, nary a rain cloud in sight. It seems like I went and stole a day right out of spring, and deposited it right here in winter. I love those kind of days.
The heat is off, the windows are cracked and fresh air is coming in. Laundry is going, vacuuming completed, bathrooms cleaned. Spring has the magic effect of making the chores fly by, enlivening everything so I don't feel so blah about it all. The work music is blaring, I'm sure any passersby can hear it. maybe they wonder just what is going on in here. cleaning, dancing, everything.and i love it.
I hope that cute little groundhog tells me that there will not, in fact, be six more weeks of winter. that spring is on its way, and that it will bring all of the pretty spring flowers I love. crocuses, tulips, daffodils, hyacinths.
Too bad there are none for my yard, those pesky squirrels ate my bulbs, right out of the ground. oh I know they need winter sustenance, but I need spring bulbs. they don't seen to understand my predicament. bulbs need to be planted in the fall, and have a long winters nap and such, in order to bloom properly. if I could plant in the spring I would, to avoid the squirrel eating, etc, but alas now that they've been eaten no such blooming will occur, 25 bucks down the drain, or squirrel if you prefer. and no they don't bloom once they come out the other side, unfortunately.
Again, my goal for this spring and summer is to not have the crappiest yard on the block, a feat yet to happen in all of the years we've lived here, much to the chagrin of my neighbors as well, I'm sure. Maybe the sprinkler valve won't break again, for the third year in row, and we won't have a pile of dirt surrounding an open hole in the lawn, waiting to swallow children and small dogs whole. even that would be a small victory in my lawn maintenance goals.
The heat is off, the windows are cracked and fresh air is coming in. Laundry is going, vacuuming completed, bathrooms cleaned. Spring has the magic effect of making the chores fly by, enlivening everything so I don't feel so blah about it all. The work music is blaring, I'm sure any passersby can hear it. maybe they wonder just what is going on in here. cleaning, dancing, everything.and i love it.
I hope that cute little groundhog tells me that there will not, in fact, be six more weeks of winter. that spring is on its way, and that it will bring all of the pretty spring flowers I love. crocuses, tulips, daffodils, hyacinths.
Too bad there are none for my yard, those pesky squirrels ate my bulbs, right out of the ground. oh I know they need winter sustenance, but I need spring bulbs. they don't seen to understand my predicament. bulbs need to be planted in the fall, and have a long winters nap and such, in order to bloom properly. if I could plant in the spring I would, to avoid the squirrel eating, etc, but alas now that they've been eaten no such blooming will occur, 25 bucks down the drain, or squirrel if you prefer. and no they don't bloom once they come out the other side, unfortunately.
Again, my goal for this spring and summer is to not have the crappiest yard on the block, a feat yet to happen in all of the years we've lived here, much to the chagrin of my neighbors as well, I'm sure. Maybe the sprinkler valve won't break again, for the third year in row, and we won't have a pile of dirt surrounding an open hole in the lawn, waiting to swallow children and small dogs whole. even that would be a small victory in my lawn maintenance goals.
Friday, January 29, 2010
play doh epiphanies
I love play doh on sick days- it keeps everyone sane around here. strep.yuck-on a friday even!
Girl Child is meticulous with her play doh- rolling, snaking, smashing, creating. No mixing colors, keep them pristine. I, on the other hand, am a squisher and a mixer. I love how it feels gushing between my fingers. She likes to take any that got mixed into a new color and keep it separate from the original color, saran wrap works well, I smush it back into a container and pop the lid on.
It's funny that in almost every other area we are opposites, I'm clean-ish, she's messy, I have ocd about how certain things go, she couldn't bring herself to put it away, so she really doesn't care how it gets cleaned up. Then there is our play doh selves. Am I far too in control, always worried about being perfect and doing it right, and my play doh self is the only place I let go and just be crazy like a kid again? Is she secretly, subconsciously wanting to be neat and tidy?
Girl Child is meticulous with her play doh- rolling, snaking, smashing, creating. No mixing colors, keep them pristine. I, on the other hand, am a squisher and a mixer. I love how it feels gushing between my fingers. She likes to take any that got mixed into a new color and keep it separate from the original color, saran wrap works well, I smush it back into a container and pop the lid on.
It's funny that in almost every other area we are opposites, I'm clean-ish, she's messy, I have ocd about how certain things go, she couldn't bring herself to put it away, so she really doesn't care how it gets cleaned up. Then there is our play doh selves. Am I far too in control, always worried about being perfect and doing it right, and my play doh self is the only place I let go and just be crazy like a kid again? Is she secretly, subconsciously wanting to be neat and tidy?
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
clean hands, not such a nice heart
Attention- much sarcasm and some snark ahead- proceed with caution
Yesterday I saw something that made me want to grab a head and shake it just to see if there were any brains occupying the space inside...
My cute friend Emily wrote a post about washing hands, it made me overly observant as I was out and about yesterday, the consequences were grave.
In the Restroom at Target:
Mom- to daughter - "you don't need to wash you hands in here, I have hand sanitizer"
Smarty Pants (in my head) "No, there is no way a mother just instructed her child to NOT wash hands. What kind of mother does this? That is beyond disgusting, you eat with those hands people"
At an office building: Lady walks out of restroom, without washing hands, stops at automatic hand sanitizer dispenser and then goes on her merry, disgusting way.
So just to get it off my chest: HAND SANITIZER IS NOT, I REPEAT, NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR HAND WASHING, AND NEVER WILL BE!!!
I will now try to calmly explain why hand sanitizer is not a substitute for hand washing:
The hand sanitizer that you (being the general public) can purchase is alcohol based. you know, the rubbing kind. In order for alcohol to kill micro-organisms (specifically the kind you don't want on your hands) it must be on the surface, wet, for 72 hours. Yes you read correctly, 72 hours.
Hand washing, on the other hand-all puns intended-doesn't kill micro-organisms really, but it does send them right down the drain with the soap and water. Not the good ones that are on your skin all of the time, nestled in your fingerprint grooves. No no, washing gets rid of the transient micro-organisms, the kind that cause illness-read hepatitis C or something equally terrifying.
Hopefully that cleared up any lingering misconceptions about the use of hand sanitizer when you could wash your hands.
There I feel so much better
*nothing against using hand sanitizer when no other option is available, just not as a primary means for hand cleanliness. also hospitals use a different type, especially when there isn't a sink in the room and according to the CDC "it's safe" I'm not sure if I buy it, but there is the information for you to decide for yourself
Yesterday I saw something that made me want to grab a head and shake it just to see if there were any brains occupying the space inside...
My cute friend Emily wrote a post about washing hands, it made me overly observant as I was out and about yesterday, the consequences were grave.
In the Restroom at Target:
Mom- to daughter - "you don't need to wash you hands in here, I have hand sanitizer"
Smarty Pants (in my head) "No, there is no way a mother just instructed her child to NOT wash hands. What kind of mother does this? That is beyond disgusting, you eat with those hands people"
At an office building: Lady walks out of restroom, without washing hands, stops at automatic hand sanitizer dispenser and then goes on her merry, disgusting way.
So just to get it off my chest: HAND SANITIZER IS NOT, I REPEAT, NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR HAND WASHING, AND NEVER WILL BE!!!
I will now try to calmly explain why hand sanitizer is not a substitute for hand washing:
The hand sanitizer that you (being the general public) can purchase is alcohol based. you know, the rubbing kind. In order for alcohol to kill micro-organisms (specifically the kind you don't want on your hands) it must be on the surface, wet, for 72 hours. Yes you read correctly, 72 hours.
Hand washing, on the other hand-all puns intended-doesn't kill micro-organisms really, but it does send them right down the drain with the soap and water. Not the good ones that are on your skin all of the time, nestled in your fingerprint grooves. No no, washing gets rid of the transient micro-organisms, the kind that cause illness-read hepatitis C or something equally terrifying.
Hopefully that cleared up any lingering misconceptions about the use of hand sanitizer when you could wash your hands.
There I feel so much better
*nothing against using hand sanitizer when no other option is available, just not as a primary means for hand cleanliness. also hospitals use a different type, especially when there isn't a sink in the room and according to the CDC "it's safe" I'm not sure if I buy it, but there is the information for you to decide for yourself
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