Fun, fun and DONE!
Fun, fun! That's how the last 24 hours have been (And just for the record, I'm being snarky, folks.) Lessee...
-Went to Penn Station for dinner, where Brandon (who has been sick) gagged at the sight of food. Now, I have to say. It was quite funny to see our 1yo smiling and gagging all at the same time. It was even a bit funny when Carl and I got too engaged in chatting with our other kids (who wanted to sit at their own booth behind Carl) to notice that our 1yo got a hold of Carl's iced tea and was loading up on as much caffeine as possible while he could (with half of it spilling into his lap). But I wouldn't say it was exactly funny when he got this strange look on his face that left Carl and I with furred brows of confusion. Nor would I say it was funny that as we pondered, "Huh? What's that look for?" Brandon proceeded to chuck up 15 pounds of baby food and iced tea.
All over himself.
All over the high chair ("Mr. Penn Station dude, you might want to grab the sanitizer.")
All over the floor ("Mr. Penn Station dude, and grab the mop while you're at it.")
All over my shoes ("Mr. Penn Station dude, you wouldn't happen to have a spare pair of,....never mind.")
Nothing says delicious like a Penn Station sub served with the toxic aroma of baby yack. Nice!
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-Went to Michael's to check out their after Christmas sale. All the good Gouda was already picked over, but I did find some smaller cheesy items in the dollar bins. I grabbed a few sticker and ribbon items for scrapbooking and headed to the checkout.
Scan. Wrong price.
Scan. Wrong price.
Scan. Dang it, wrong PRICE!
I began.
"Those items should all be on sale."
(scowling expression, then monotone) "They're ringing up full price for me."
"Well, I got them all from the dollar bins, so they should be 50 cents each."
"Uh huh. Well, they're not ringing up that way."
(bite tongue and proceed) "Uh huh. Well, they should be."
(sighs out loud, then picks up phone)"I'm gonna take care of this right now because I can see you're it's gonna be a problem all day." Dials extension.
"Yeah, Donna? We've got another sign reader customer here whose items are cheap to begin with and she won't just pay the flippin' dollars and get out of my face aren't ringing up on sale. She got them from the cheap, cheesy bottom of the barrel bins discount bins. Uh huh." (looks at me with that "we're talking about you" expression).
"Okay then, that's what I'm gonna do. Oh, and Donna? You'll need to pull those signs before I have more sign cops up here like this one a bunch of dissatisfied customers because of the error."
Error??? What error? They were Christmas items and there were signs EVERYWHERE that read 50% off. EVERY. WHERE.
You know, I think her digits were bruised last night after the angry plunking she did to type in my discount. But hey, a deal's a deal. If I had wanted full price cheap stuff, I'd have spent my money at Joanne (I have a discount card there, snicker snicker.) Carl says I needed to have a professional with me; one who knows how to read the signs and hold 'em accountable. I'm such an amateur by comparison. But (evil grin) I'm a great student of the master!!!
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-Carl woke me this morning before his shower, stating, "Did you set up the coffee last night?" He usually does it and had forgotten. Off I went, sleepy eyed, to put our morning pot on.
Icky, what in the world is that?
While making the coffee, I stepped in a big puddle of wet on the floor. Wet what? I dunno. It was bluish green in color. And it was about 3 inches from the baseboard under our kitchen sink. Not oozing out from under the baseboard. No water noted in the cabinets under the sink. Freestanding puddliness, if you will. But, what is it? I dunno. Puddles don't generally just appear. There must be a source. I didn't really think so, but,...cats do tend to be prone to bladder infections. Could it be?
Smell check.
Nope (thank goodness).
But,...what IS it? I still DUNNO! I clean it up and assume it must be a melted down Noodle. Silly assumption, I know. But one reaches for bizarre answers when trying to explain the paranormal (which I don't ascribe to, so that makes it REALLY hard to explain away).
Clean up mess.
An hour later, mess has...GASP!...reappeared.
(play Twilight Zone ditty now.)
OKAY THEN, just what kind of freakish blue-green puddle IS this? I again open the cabinet, this time with a flash light.
Holy haberdashery, Batman!
Oh well, too late to save the pressboard. I literally did a clean sweep. One gigantic swipe of my arm to clear the entire cabinet out. Then the mess. The soppy wet mess under the sink. The mess that was leaking out the front left joint where the base of the cabinet meets the cabinet front (and thus the freestanding puddle that kept forming about 3" out from the baseboards).
Dry. Dry. DRY! I blow dried the now spot-warped pressboard until I couldn't stand it anymore. So, just where was the leak coming from? Well, I'm no plumber (though I play one on tv). But it appears our seal is broken around our right basin, where it meets the drain. Where the rubber meets the road if you will (I'm losin' it, I tell you. I'm losin' it.) It still doesn't explain the blue-green though. Not at all sure what that's about. Is the dishwasher somehow involved? Could the little bit of water left in the sink overnight with a bit of green dishwashing liquid, cause that deep of a color on the floor? I dunno. I can tell you this, though. It put a serious cramp in our homeschool morning and now I'm just,...just,...done.
I'm just done.
Done cleaning baby yack.
Done cleaning bluish-green mystery puddles.
Done cleaning up the floor of bad attitudes at the after Christmas sales.
Just done already.
So if you find yourself in need of a cleanup on aisle 9, don't call me. At least not until I change into a proper pair of plumber pants.
Toni
12 comments:
If anyone deserves to take the rest of the day off, it's you!
How did the coffee turn out?
A discount card for Joanne's??? Oooh, too bad you don't live closer... I'd insist on going shopping with you!
One of the reasons I'm seriously considering homeschooling isn't just the curriculum--or the lack thereof--but the way the students are treated. A friend of mine has a son that goes to the elementary school that my son would end up attending, and I'm amazed the kid hasn't gotten pneumonia! He fell into a huge puddle before school started. They called her phone at work once--she works in an assembly plant, and can't keep her phone on her, so she didn't get the message until she got off work, and he was out of school at that point--to ask her to bring a change of clothes. Apparently, when she picked him up from the babysitter after school, the gal told her that he was still soaked through when she picked him up from school. They let him wear his wet clothes all day. In the cold and snow. Playing out in recess. They didn't bother to get some clothes from the lost and found, they just made him stay wet. And I think that's just wrong. They have three other numbers of people to call--myself being one of them, as an emergency contact--and they only called her, when they know she works all day. I think that's just ridiculous.
Sadly, the agenda in many school districts has grown so exponentially that teachers are hard pressed to get the actual teaching done, let alone deal with "distractions." Like you, the curriculum was probably the least of my concerns. There are so many other issues I have real concerns about when considering giving my child's mind, physical care and heart over to strangers for 6 hours or more, 5 days a week. And as I stated in my other comment, I only wish every parent would give ALL schooling options a serious look; not just based on what those options are about, but what the parent's vision for his/her child's mind, physical care and heart are about. With that vision in mind. How does each option nurture or interfere with that vision? There was probably a time it could be safely assumed that traditional schools were partners in that vision. Now? That's a dangerous assumption imho. But again, I understand that we all need to consider and do what's best for our own families. It's not a one size fits all issue. What's best for my family won't be the same "best" for the next.
Blessings,
~Toni~
What a mess! Im so sorry for you! I'm also sorry I laughed...well... a teeny bit sorry anyway.
I really enjoyed this post. I feel like your house is a lot like our house.
Oh goodness. Have I ever been 'there' at the checkout.
Glad you got the sale price.
Your description of it all was too funny! : )
Oh Toni. Silly girl. That's RETRIBUTION GOO. All underpaid overworked pubescent store clerks are given a supply to secretly send home with unruly customers like yourself. And you just HAD to rock the boat and point out that the 50% off signs were probably meant to convey a message of some kind - like, that the stuff was supposed to be cheaper than it was originally. And between two holidays for crying out loud. Have you no shame?!!! :) No really, what was that stuff???
Hi, Toni! So sorry that it's only now that I was able to return the favor. I was advised by my gynecologist to rest completely due to threatened abortion. I've even asked my friends to do my paid postings for me since I can't come to the computer because I need to lie in bed for 2 weeks. Anyway, better late than never. ;-). It sure is heartwarming to see your 1 year old smiling. I hope I’d see mine smile too someday. I hope and pray that God will give me this child this time. Belated Merry Christmas and Advance Happy New Year! :-)
Girl, you do me proud. I'd say you earned your professional status from that little visit. I described it so well, I was there, I tell you. But then again, instances like that seem to be the norm for me! And you and both know we ain't budgin when it comes to a bargain!
I wrote this comment in two parts because my computer has a huge problem and goes on and off line randomly throughout the day. I can't tell you how many long comments I've written that are gone before they get published because of my lovely computer. Anyway, those mysterious messes that appear are a huge thorn in my side. No wonder you are done!
What a day! Wouldn't it boring w/o a few of them? :D Hope everyone is healthy now.
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