Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Clinton: We have an emergency.
Me in my head: OH MY GOD MY PRESHUS BAYBEEE IS HURT!!!
Me outloud: o…kay.
Me in my head: OH MY GOD SHANE CUT HIS LEG OFF WITH THE AUGER!!!AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHH!!
Clinton: ...cut a gas line in the backyard.
Me:[ Too tired to react from all the over reacting in my head]
Clinton: He called centerpoint and they asked if it was an emergency (they’re kind of busy trying to get people fixed up from the storm.) He said he was 75 ft away and could hear it hissing and see it. The operator said, yeah that’s an emergency, we’ll have someone right out.
They came, they fixed. All is well again in whoville.
Monday, September 29, 2008
This is the back fence, posts also snapped at the ground:
This is the other side. The side with the lady with the dog. The side that disintegrated. We are missing whole pieces of this fence, and that one chunk in the middle that seems to be in one piece? That's the one I fixed, it's the only reasons it stuck together.
And the plant and branch we lost in front:
We currently literally have no fence. Clinton and Shane took it down yesterday, and Shane will be rebuilding it this week. I'll post pictures when it's done.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
While at my in-laws, one of the things we looked through together was a beading magazine. One page in particular had a bunch of pendants. So we talked about each one. These are the ones that stuck:
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
In other good news, my parents have power as of yesterday.
And, because you can’t have a major catastrophe without learning a lesson or two.
Things we did well:
We had water. We had plenty of water. One case of bottled water, a couple gallon jugs. Honestly, I kind of knew that without electricity, we’d be leaving for somewhere better anyway, so we really just needed enough to last a day or so. If we’d had a generator and intended to stick it out for the whole non-electricity debacle, we’d also need a generator. Our windows on one side of the house don’t open, so creating a cross breeze by opening windows doesn’t work.
I filled the voids of our deep freeze with ice prior to the outage (we will probably purchase dry ice to put in there for the next storm.) That ice and not opening the freezer is probably the only reason we did not have to throw out any beef. On Wednesday when we were still without power I sent Linda over to shop in our freezer. When she opened it she found that everything was still frozen and we still had ice. We got power that evening, so we were good to go.
I drained the pool as low as I could, and the rain refilled it to just over full. It kept us from having all the earthworms in the pool that normally result from a hard rain overflow.
Things we will do differently next time:
Food. Our food choices were…peanut butter on saltines…and peanut butter on saltines. I cannot find my Coleman stove, although I am still looking for it, so we had no heating up ability aside from the BBQ pit. For all the ice I put in the deep freeze, I had none for a cooler, if I stocked the freezer of the outdoor fridge with ice as well, we’d have been able to salvage a lot of stuff by putting it in a cooler, including condiments. I should have planned a “camping trip” style menu, instead of wishing for the best and thinking I could pull some kind of magic out of my butt to create a meal out of our unstocked pantry. The main issue here is that we shop like Eminem's trailer park girls (round the outside), we don’t eat a lot of canned or processed food, so we had nothing really. We also don’t eat a lot of bread, so we didn’t even have sandwich type making stuff.
Evacuating. When we finally made the call to leave, we grabbed just enough clothes for what we thought would be one night and planned to return in the morning. Clint was better prepared because he had a bag packed when he thought he’d be riding out the storm at work. Things we were missing once we realized we were not going home the next morning: my deodorant, dog food, any kind of baby friendly washing supplies, enough underwear for me, enough diapers for Landon, and any food at all. We made it work, we were able to do a load of laundry once we got to my in-laws and we bought what we needed as we needed it, but it would have been nice if we’d had it to begin with.
All in all, I much prefer the way this disaster went over Rita any day. Massive lengthy power outage not withstanding.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Actually the first one I did I used more data points, this one only has the last given data point for each day. I tried all kinds of trend lines and the linear one actually worked the best.
That is all.
The toll road is still not charging tolls, so I think people are all "GET ON THE TOLL ROAD WHILE YOU CAN FOR FREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They are in my way, and I hate them.
Landon's school still doesn't have power, but they opened up their sister school (10 miles out of my way) to kids from his school. So until they have power we are packing his stuff that normally is in his cubbie every day. Not convenient, but way better than what we did yesterday.
Did you know how exciting it is to slam office doors and sneak behind desks and bang your fists and head on the wall of neighboring offices? We lasted 2 hours before I nearly killed him. Or he nearly killed himself, since he found the keys to the drawers in the desk and thought the electrical plus looks suspiciously like key holes.
He took a 20 minute nap on the way home. And then refused to take a normal nap at home. And then starting at 4:30 pm began screaming at me, but refused anything I offered him. And then at about 5:45 banished me from my own bedroom. "GAH, MOOOM, I'm trying to watch TV in peace, how dare you disturb me with your mere presence! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! GET OUT!!!!" By 6:15 he was asleep. And then he slept all night.
So I made the executive decision that we'd go to the sister school today. Even though I can't watch him on the Internet there.
I asked him this morning if he wanted to go to school and see his friends. He said yes.
The receptionist distracted him with fissies (fishies) while I made my escape. (I am sick of fissies, I have seen enough Nemo to recite the movie in its entirety.)
And here I am sitting at not my computer in not my office with little to no work to do. But...no one is screaming at me about my existence.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Anyway, hopefully the day care will get power today, that's what the map says should happen. And tomorrow I can return to work as normal.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Anyway, work's been canceled, schools are canceled, we're not going back until we have power, and when we do, we may very well have to throw out 200 lbs of beef. If power doesn't come back on today, I have little hope for our freezer. Or we'll pull it all out in the front of the house and start cooking for all the neighbors.
Anyway, this isn't a very put together post, but I thought you might be interested in our well being.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
His sheet says he played outside, he sang songs, he "Mr. Ralphed", he sat on the potty 3 times, although apparently just for fun, and he had like 7,438 diaper changes and/or checks. I am going to go broke if they keep changing his diaper that much, but maybe it will lead to potty training, so who am I to argue? It also says he was happy and active. Also, I can only assume Mr. Ralph was the music guy.
He had spaghetti and meatballs for lunch, and since they said no bibs, even if it hadn't been on the sheet, I'd have known by the shirt I sent him in - it was so messy; it was not the shirt I picked him up in. What do they have against bibs? I realize they're not doing the laundry, but jeez. He ate "most" of his peas and none of his roll. (Weirdo.)
I did get access to the web-cams yesterday right about the time they were taking a nap. And in the afternoon I peeked in on him, he alternated between standing and sitting still watching the other blurry little kids run around him, and playing by himself. Now, I did notice that the other kids didn't really seem to be playing with each other either, so no biggie. He played with some kind of paddle looking thing, and a baby doll for a while. He appeared to be giving the baby doll the chest compressions of CPR at one point.
He also appears to be a ladies man, when he did socialize with anyone it was girls. One girl hung out with him and each had a doll at that point, they walked the dolls around the room. And later when they put all the toys up and were sitting waiting for the teacher to start some kind of lesson, he and another girl entertained themselves by holding their feet and rolling backwards. It was hilariously funny, apparently. He did check in on Noah occasionally, but only briefly to find out if Noah had a toy worth playing with.
Anyway, after watching him a lot of the afternoon and not getting much work done, I was thinking we had made a good choice and all was well in whoville.
And then I showed up to pick him up. He was bawling on the teacher's lap. He saw me and ran to me, and he kept sobbing. It was heart wrenching. The teacher said he was fine until Linda came in to pick up Noah. And when Linda left without him, he was inconsolable.
I called Linda to ask if that was going to be her normal pick up time, so that I could maybe arrange my schedule to match, and she said she didn't know, that classes had let out early, they didn't have her computer and stuff set up and they had nothing for her to do, so she really didn't have much choice but to leave.
I asked him all kinds of questions about school and what he did. He said yes to everything. Did you have eggs for breakfast? Yes. Did you have waffles for breakfast? Yes. Did you learn about music? Yes. Did elephants come in and play with you? Yes. Did Miss Linda come and pick up Noah? Yes. Did you know Mama or Daddy was going to come back and get you? Yes. Why were you so upset then? Yes.
He drank a bunch of water, orange juice and milk when he got home. And by a bunch I mean, I was beginning to think he had been dehydrated. But bonus! he was so tired from all the playing that he went to sleep at a decent hour for the first time in like...forever!
This morning, we got there at 6:00. Landon didn't want to stay. Noah wasn't there yet and I waited around for nearly 20 minutes, but they hadn't come yet. I know it will take an adjustment period for him to get used to this. I know that a two year old isn't logical, and I know that eventually he'll run in like the other little kids do. But watching Miss Keisha hold him while he screamed his little head off as I pulled out of the parking lot this morning was enough to make me want to sell the house, downsize everything, and stay home with him.
Here's a picture of what his first day of school would have looked like, except that he was wearing a different shirt, and different pants, and he was asleep yesterday and I just located his backpack this morning. Maybe I'll start a new tradition and take his picture on the second day of school every year.
If you need me, I'll be studying for my inspector test.
Monday, September 08, 2008
The last time he was in day care, he contracted a cold, which led to pneumonia. And while I know that he's got a better immune system now, thanks to licking floors, and kissing the dogs. I am terrified beyond belief.
This day care that we chose, has allowed him to be placed in a class with Noah, despite the fact that Landon is a month too young for that class. When they saw each other this morning, I know that it eased a little of my apprehension, since Noah was so excited to see Landon, and they immediately walked to the door of the nursery to see if they could get a sneak peek at Jonah. This afternoon, he'll be treated to a musical lesson, which I know he'll love.
I should have known better than to try to get a goodbye hug and kiss, or even a wave, because he screamed and hugged me so tightly as I tried to leave. But we settled him down at a table in the cafe (thank goodness for his love of little chairs), and Noah was there, and he seemed basically happy when I left.
The tears didn't really start until I left. I don't know how he did though - the internet camera set up is going to take a day or so to get me registered.
I honestly hope it's struggle to get him to leave this afternoon. That's what I want. I want him to love going there.
And here's where I should have a picture of him all ready for his first day of school...but he was totally asleep this morning - so I guess I'll get one this afternoon.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
I do my best to find unbiased information for each candidate and vote based on their overall views. I am not a one issue voter, and I am not an uninformed voter. Clinton can tell you how annoying it is around the house during election times when I can't find information on some candidates (mostly the local ones for school board and such) and feel like I'm just picking which name I like best.
Last night Clinton and I wanted to watch Governor Palin's speech at the Republican convention. Pretty much our knowledge of her has been that her daughter is pregnant - which is what the media is focusing on, even though neither the daughter, nor the baby is the one who will be making the decisions that the VP makes. Anyway, we were both interested in what she had to say. It was a good speech, I can see why she has been called a formidable campaigner, and I look forward to the VP debate whenever that happens.
Landon watched the speech too, and he clapped every time the audience clapped. I can't say he wouldn't have done the same if we'd watched the democratic speeches - because we didn't watch any of that coverage - much like we haven't and won't watch any of the rest of the republican convention coverage.
So, either he's already feeling very republican, or he's just an enthusiastic clapper.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Holy bejeebus, you are talking. Not just talking, but saying things that people can like understand and translate into a more enunciated form of English. At this point you could probably take a job as a college professor and all the students would be able to understand you just as well as any of the foreign professors. You say “see you” to the dogs when we kennel them and leave for the day. You say “hi cow!” to all the cows (and horses) you see out the window when we drive by them. You say “Mom, dat’s oww” when something hurts you. You say “dorree” to the dogs when we tell you to tell them you’re sorry after you beat the crap out of them.
You are also starting to repeat what we say. Which isn’t going to fly at the Day Care in which we are about to enroll you. Uh…that’s probably something we need to work on, not so much that you need to. Miss Linda got a job, so we’re looking into Montessori Schools and day cares. We visited one with Miss Linda and Noah, you liked it, but we’re still looking at a few other. Everything is still very up in the air, but hopefully we will find a place where you and Noah will be in the same class at least for a little while. I don’t know how long this arrangement will last, but we have to consider it a permanent change at this point.
It also appears that wherever we send you, they may very well wean you of the bottle. We’ll see, you’re a little demanding when it comes to the bottle and even more demanding of how milk is delivered to your system. You have no issue with juice in a sippy cup, but clearly milk does not belong in a sippy cup in your mind. Ever. They would prefer you use a sippy cup for everything, but said a bottle is ok for a while. Rather than shake up your entire world at once, I will give them the bottles and the sippy and we’ll see what they do.
You are very curious. This will probably serve you really well in the future, so I’m trying not to dissuade you of it, except in cases of impending injury. It has come to my attention that you are now tall enough to reach your hand up to the countertop and get things within 3 inches or so of the edge. Pot handles in on the stove now. But it also means I can leave you a snack or a juice on the counter and you can swoop by and get it. It also means that you want to taste everything we eat, which is kind of awesome. You had your first cream of poblano soup, and your first corn on the cob this month. When you like something your eyes get big and you nod yes. Like a little food critic. When you don’t like something you spit it back out on the plate…which I guess is fine, eventually we’ll teach you to do that into a napkin. You seem to like the spicier foods too. Curry satay chicken is one of your favorites, as well as sausage.
Unfortunately along with curiosity comes responsibility, and when Daddy and I say you need to stop doing something, you don’t always do it. You have probably experienced more time outs in the last month than you have in the past year. We set you on the bottom step of the stairs and you…actually stay there. It’s amazing! You know you’re in trouble. When we go to get you out, you give us hugs and tell the dogs sorry (since normally what you are punished for is hitting the dogs.)
This month will be rough for you; you will be in a new environment during the week. I hope you are happy there, I hope having Noah with you will help ease the transition, and I hope that you will meet some new kids and find out that other kids are not so scary. I hope you are as excited about the new place, wherever it is, as you were when we went to check out the Montessori School. Last but not least, I hope you do not catch a cold which develops into Pneumonia. Oh, and try to learn something while you’re there.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
A couple weeks ago I took Ivan in to the vet for his annual cortisone shot. He’s allergic to mosquitoes we believe, and basically we wait until his ears are all red and bleedy and gross and his nose swells up and get him a cortisone shot and it all goes down and he’s happy until the next year when the mosquitoes come back. He also gets his annual shots when this happens and I tried to combine this appointment with Alexander’s well cat visit, but when I went to gather the cats, the yard guys were making as much noise as humanly possible and only Ivan fell for the old tuna trick.
Well, as it turns out one of his lymph nodes is swollen in one of his hind legs. The Dr. aspirated it and didn’t see anything that indicated cancer or lymphoma saying that not only are the typical cells not present in the sample she took, but also that normally a cat with lymphoma has all his lymph nodes swollen, not just one. But she gave him an antibiotic shot and sent us packing with a huge vet bill. Thank God Alexander was hiding, because if I’d had them both there and had to pay for his shots too, I’m not sure we would have made it out of there without having to wash dishes or something. She said to call in 3 weeks or so and check back in about his lymph node.
Well, she called to check on him. His lymph node is still swollen. She said she has to recommend a biopsy. And I felt like a jackass, but I asked “how much money are we talking here?” She added the histopath and the anesthesia and came up with about $300. “And what happens if it comes back as cancer? Cat Chemotherapy?” Yeah, pretty much.
And here’s where I then have to choose between money and cat chemotherapy.
Cat chemotherapy will probably only actually extend his life a year. A sick year. A year of 2 daily pills and a shot every 3 weeks. Basically, a year of hell. And since I suck at remembering to administer pills probably less than a year. On a cat that seemingly is pretty durn healthy at the moment. I didn’t even ask how much that was going to cost me. She did say it was pretty reasonably priced. This vet also told me that the shot antibiotic I had opted for over the pills was about the same price and very reasonable ($90 is NOT reasonable for a cat antibiotic.)
Bottomline, I’m not going to go for cat chemotherapy – I’d rather watch him live happily as he is doing now, and when/if I see a decline in his health we’ll reevaluate the situation. She said if I wasn’t going to do the treatment there really no reason to biopsy. Honestly, I think that it was probably inflamed due to an infection from the mosquito bites and once it’s all good and healed he’ll be fine. Plus, he’s an outside cat, and he’s 6 years old and he’s already outlived a lot of his siblings.
The dog next door is still there, but they did get his fur cut. So yea for the system. Except, he's still alone 99.9% of the time and I still feel bad for him.
Have you seen the commercial where they ask President Bush if he ate dinner with his family growing up and claim it keeps kids from doing drugs and committing crimes? He says he did, and then Barbara chimes in about it...does no one remember his convictions for cocaine. Is he really the best spokesman for that spot?