Saturday, September 20, 2008

And another thing... and then one last thing

Another thing:

QB also informed me this morning that when the larm goes off from my key not working in the door of our car, it is called a mistake and that will make people frighten out from the horn blowing so loudish. So don't do that mistake.

Just, you know... so you know about that.


AND the last thing:

I pack snacks for QB to eat at preschool in little tupperware containers.
I try to always put a little piece of tape on the outside of the container that
says what's inside. My line of thinking is that it's easiest for the teacher to
tell her what's in each container, so she only has to open the one(s) that
QB seems interested in eating.

As I sat here writing the previous post, QB began putting stickers
all over one of these little plastic containers.
I absent-mindedly
(I'm on the computer, I can't pay attention to what she's doing right now LOL)
said "Don't put stickers all over that."

QB replied "I have to, so I know what's in there."

"Oh, " I said. "So, what's in there?"

QB smirked at me, maybe a little frustrated
at having to explain something that seems so obvious.

" Our Heavily Father."

"Oh" was all I could say. I'm just so pleased we have labels for that.

EDITED TO ADD: Lovely! The stickers on the container are Moto K's.
They are skateboard stickers. World Industries. Their logo is a little
devilish-looking guy with a pitchfork. Fabulous.
**H**

Queen B explains why our basement is cold.

Me: It's cold down here.

QB: Yeah, it's cold in the basement.

Me: I think basements are always cold.

QB: No, it's cold down here because we have so many wind-ers.

Me: You think the windows are making it cold?

QB: No, the wind-ers. They are blowing and blowing.

Me: The windows are blowing??

(QB walks over and puts her hand atop one of the three fans that are running to dry out our basement.

QB: NO! THIS! THIS WIND-ER, and THAT WIND-ER over THAY-ER. Too many wind-ers blowing is making this basement SO COLD!


So now we know. Too many wind-ers = cold basement. Mystery solved.

**H**

Thursday, September 18, 2008

"I'm incorporated. I'm two idiots." - Gallagher

If you have a preference over which way I sign my posts:

** H **



or

Heather




You should keep it to yourself.

That's all.

Wait - I gotta keep it real..

In that previous post's title I made it sound like
I'm all organized now.

Nope, floods change lots of things. Just look at Noah.
Well, this is nothing like that, and Noah is not visible
to the naked eye at this time, so forget I mentioned it.

But I don't want you thinking I'm all changed
and really super-duper awesome at organization
now that I had some water seepage in my basement.

Nope. I'm still a loser. But things are getting a little more
organized, because we've been forced to go through things
that either DID get wet or were GOING to get wet if
we didn't move them.

These things have to get new homes, on higher shelves, in
containers.

(You know, even though it's not likely we'll have
that kind of rain again soon, I want to be sure, in case I don't
get back down there this year - or next.)

Anyway.... no miracle organizational conversion has occurred.

But don't be all up in my grill about it. I'm workin' on it, ok?

Just wanted to set the record straight. "Organized" doesn't
truly describe what's happening here.

This has been a "keepin' it real" announcement.

I'm Heather, and I approve this message. But I'm not proud of it.

Dried out now. Humbled, more organized, thankful, and dry.

Last weekend's rains were just crazy.

My car was also having some issues, so I wasn't out & about anyway.

I didn't realize until I saw pictures this week how bad it really was.

If you ever want to feel really incompetent,
avoid spending time in your basement unless absolutely
necessary, even if your bedroom and laundry room are down there.
Then you can take everything you don't know what to do with
and shove it down there.
You can do this repeatedly for months on end,

assuring yourself daily that
soon "things will calm down",

and THEN you'll get a complete handle on it.


(Diagnosis..... perfectionism, short attention span,
multi-task performance deficiency,
mother-of-"busy"-toddler-ism,
procrastinati..... I'll finish the list later, but you get the point.)

Later, when there's a stinkin' deluge, and
water seeps into your basement for days on end,

your inadequacy will come to light.

In fact, it will seem to you as though the mostest huge spotlight
(like the kind Crazy Eddie uses for his Midnight Madness sale)

has been shineded down right upon your pajama-clad, bed-headed self.


You'll be humiliated beyond belief.

You'll feel relieved when Mr. Amazing and Moto K -I mean YOUR FAMILY-
don't yell at you, but instead put their durable bodies, forgiving spirits,
and jump-to-it-ive-ness to work to bail (laugh, snort- literally BAIL) you out.


You'll wonder at how God created such a wonderful human being as
your mother-in-law, as she takes all of your laundry to wash, dry, and fold.

You'll feel really terrible for wondering how this awful thing
could have happened to you, once you realize that just down the ridge
there are families who
left their homes that first night,
and have no idea when they'll be allowed to return.

We're all fine, praise the Lord.

Sending up prayers for those who still wait to even get started on the
evaluation of damage done.

Hugs n' kisses (unless I don't even know you, and then.. ewww..)-
Heather