Saturday, September 30, 2006
Every night we get one of these from our back patio. Amazing, isn't it. Make sure you click on the picture so you can see it real big.
HARD TO BELIEVE IT SOMETIMES
A VERY BLOGGY BIRTHDAY!
Hey! We have been so busy lately that I plumb forgot it was my blog's birthday.
A little over a year ago, I accepted a job with NYCA and we started preparing to move to California! Now, a year later, here we are.
I think I will pick out a new template for Bloggy's birthday. I remember when it was just a little blog, with just a few entries. You blink, and they grow up.
WHO IS THIS PERSON?
Saturday, September 23, 2006
The other day, there was an odd piece of signage in our house. At first, I was impressed at the perfect spelling. Then I had a major flashback to my own room as a kid... I needlepointed a sign that said DON'T BOTHER ME I'M HAVIN' A CRISIS and hung it on my door. And then I thought... wait a minute! Wasn't I much older when I did that?
The same kid that a minute ago (or so it seems) was clinging to my leg in preschool has posted a KEEP OUT sign on her door. At least, she looks like the same kid. The other night we were visiting friends, and Sarah and two other 9-year-olds were trying to summon the dead to levitate them. I would have predicted that kind of thing would have scared the daylights out of her. But she slept soundly that night and not a word about it. I guess I had better embrace the new Private Sarah.
GUT UPDATE PART 2
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Ultrasound is normal. So that's good... no ulcer or gallstones. I have been diagnosed with being 42 years old, however, and surely I will die within 50 or 60 years.
So now I progress onto a GI specialist because I am still having some interesting Symptoms. I won't go into detail (trust me on this), and they aren't sending me to the ER anymore, but it needs to be investigated.
OUR STUFF, EXPOSED
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Last weekend we unpacked the LAST of the boxes! Hoo-ray. We found a couple of items that we had written off as lost, as they were in mislabeled boxes. So it was like opening presents. Despite the fact that unpacking and organizing a closet is generally the dullest activity in the entire world.
As things have come out of boxes over the course of the summer, I could not help but notice that we seem to have bought a lot of certain items. It's easy to understand why people buy a lot of toilet paper, for example, because running out of toilet paper is No Fun. But there are certain items that we have on overstock, which you would not really think were items to hoard.
We have a preponderance of:
- timers
- surge protectors
- hair conditioner
- light bulbs
- caulk
- scissors (both adult and kids)
When I say we have a preponderance, I mean we have a half-dozen extra timers, a dozen pair of scissors, dozens of light bulbs. A disproportionate amount of the stuff.
I think there is a theme here. We must be control freaks. It's not enough that we can turn the lights on and off whenever we want... we have to be sure they are on an exact schedule. God forbid there is a hanging string on a shirt and no scissors to snip it. And hair cannot be considered done right unless it is tamed.
We are fresh out of those things that non-control freaks might have, like Play-Doh, taffy, and comic books....
MEMORIES OF SUMMER
Monday, September 11, 2006
There's a chill in the air (ok, not here, but surely someplace there is). My birthday is tomorrow. So it must be fall.
Looking back on summer, it was crazy. The move the guests the camps the work! But looking back at my photos, it was actually a great summer. We spent a lot of time with people we love, and being tourists in our new city.
As a little tribute, I've made a compilation of photos. These among dozens of great moments. Enjoy... and remember.
MICHELLE'S IN TROUBLE!
Friday, September 08, 2006
Those of you who know me, know that I am very much interested in pulling together a Michelle Edelman Convention of sorts, which would include the violinist Michelle and also the Warner Brothers executive Michelle. I really want to know what the other Michelle's do for fun, and how having the name Michelle Edelman has affected their lives. And how they got the name and all that.
Anyway, I periodically check on these two gals unbeknownst to them via the Web. And Look! Violinist Michelle is having issues.
http://home.earthlink.net/~michy/Michelle%27s%20Homepage.html
I feel virtually violated for her. I am afraid to reach out and give her my sympathy because she will probably think it's a scam at this point...
HAVING A CALIFORNIA MOMENT HERE...
Becca's been at preschool for 3 days and already got her first birthday party invitation. Here we go again with the birthday parties!
OK here's the interesting thing. The RSVP is TO THE KID'S NANNY. It's like the little kid version of "have your people call my people and we'll do lunch." Barf.
THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF CLEAN
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
"Hello?"
"Yes, this Esther. You Greg's neighbor?"
"Yes... oh hi Esther, thanks for calling us back."
"I come clean you house. I be there 8 o'clock, yes?"
"Well, if you come that early, you might run into our houseguests who are still going to be here from the weekend. But they won't mind if you don't."
Silence. "I be there 8 o'clock, yes?"
Shoot. I knew I should have taken Spanish instead of French. "Yes."
Our house hasn't really been clean -- not truly clean -- since we moved in the first box coated with a fine layer of Chicago February dust. And it's been compounded by many a house guest. So Esther cleaned for 6.5 hours.
It gleams. It shines. She cleaned dirt off things that now appear to be a slightly different color than they once were.
Before Esther left, she said, "Is clean." And I said, "Yes, is clean." And we stood for a moment of revered silence looking at ourselves in the shiny floor. And it didn't matter that she didn't speak English. She spoke Clean. And it was good.
GUT UPDATE
For all those concerned, I am okay. Still have to have tests done to see what the trouble really is, but I am upright and haven't had to be carted into the E.R. in a cold sweat.
Until I find out what the problem is, I can't have caffeine, anything acidic, or spicy foods. So in other words, everything that I had been eating except bananas is now off limits.
BREAKDOWNS
Friday, September 01, 2006
This week, I spent Wednesday night in the emergency room for some unknown stomach problem. Why do unknown stomach problems always occur at 1 in the morning? Can't stomachs become terribly upset at, say, 11 in the morning? Well, it will be more fun tests and boring food for me.
And then tonight, my car died. It needed a new car battery. Why do cars always die and need new batteries on Friday nights at the start of holiday weekends? Come to think of it, I suppose there is no convenient time for the car to die.
If you believe these sorts of things come in 3s, then you're probably wondering what the next one will be...