Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Before first communion each child had to meet with Father P privately. He wanted to be sure that all second graders had been paying attention at CCD and could answer basic questions about our faith.
Of course I was nervous. It didn’t matter that Father P was a regular visitor at our house. He came for Christmas and Easter dinners and sometimes stopped by to play the accordion. (For years I thought all people in Ireland played the accordian.) But being in a room questioned by a priest was suddenly very, very scary.
My first communion was on Thanksgiving Day but I often think about that meeting with Father P at Easter. We talked about Jesus and communion. He asked me if I knew how Jesus died and expected to hear the answer that I had been taught as a young child.
I panicked. I looked around the room and saw pictures of the Virgin Mary, a crucifix (or twenty) and a painting of the Last Supper. That’s what caught my eye. To me that long white table looked like a hospital bed and I sat up a bit straighter looked the priest in the eye and confidently said, “Jesus died in the hospital…of old age.”
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Bug thinks I drink water and eat snacks all day at work. I’m going to give it a shot because it doesn't sound like a bad way to spend the day.
I’m wearing pants that I couldn’t fit into a few weeks ago. My secret? Allergies to wipe away any trace of appetite.
Our getaway to the sweet spot (aka Hershey PA) is next week. Donnie told his parents we were going and they offered to drive down and watch Bug! That was a big surprise...now we don't have to pay our sitter. More $$ for chocolate for us AND the in-laws! Guess I can put these pants back in the closet...
I'm off to stock up on water and snacks for the office. Go to The Un Mom for more.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
By the end of the week we'll be getting out the Easter baskets and looking for the fake grass. Donnie's always a good sport and gives up something for lent so we're both looking forward to Sunday morning and having some chocolate and other sweets. (Sadly, Target was out of my favorite Easter candy this weekend...I wanted to stock up.) We also gave up Chinese food and I'm thinking our Easter dinner will be egg rolls, fried wontons and crispy beef! I just hope this Easter isn't a replay of a few years ago when I had so much chocolate that I watched The Sopranos with a heating pad on my stomach. Then again if it happens this year I'll just call it a family tradition.
Friday, March 26, 2010
So…my roommate, Teresa, and I had just returned from happy hour. It was about 9pm and we were in her room chatting about guys when we heard three loud pops. We looked at each other and Teresa said, “those were gunshots.” We were both a bit freaked. The neighborhood wasn’t great but we had never heard shots before.
The next day I found out there was a shooting on our corner but no details were given. That night Teresa was out and I was home alone. I heard a few loud knocks on my landlord’s door on the floor above ours followed by “Police, open up.” I heard a gruff TV cop voice questioning my landlord. Then I heard the knocks on my floor at my neighbor’s door. Same gruff voice followed when my neighbors answered.
I was panicking and my imagination was working overtime. I watched enough TV to think this might not be a cop but knew I would have to open the door (the walls were thin and it was obvious someone was in my apartment with either TV or music going). My plan was to have a lit cigarette and if, when I opened the door with the chain on, he tried to break the door down, I could burn him and run out of the apartment. (Yeah, I know, whatever, but it was my plan. Oh, and I wanted to look tough. Heh.)
BAM, BAM, BAM on my door. I froze, lit a cigarette and cracked the door open while hiding behind the safety of the chain. Sure enough, there was a gruff officer showing me his badge but instead of that scary voice I had been hearing, I heard a very friendly, “Hi, I wanted to ask if you heard anything last night” as if he was asking me to pass the potatoes at Thanksgiving dinner.
Me: Um, you mean like gunshots?
Me: Yeah, we heard shots. Was anyone hurt?
Officer: No, just a girl talking on the payphone. She got hit on the arm.
Nice…just a girl.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Why am I obsessed with watching repeats of your show? Sure, I’m finding plenty of episodes that I missed during their original airing but there are PLENTY of
It’s been a long week: allergies, bronchitis and a yucky reaction to medication. Fun times! Here’s hoping for a quiet couple of days...
Cough Sniffle Cough
I’m bored with you these days.
I don’t know why but I’m enjoying that you want to call me Tin Tin lately.
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Monday, March 22, 2010
Thinking about Bug and Donnie going to the forest (the park that’s a few blocks from our house) over the weekend to look for pandas.
Wearing my funky necklace that no one seems to like other than me.
Playing with my Control A Boss remote.
Remembering to bring my umbrella!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
We're going away on a Thursday so we're already covered for Friday babysitting. Technically, we'll owe her from 5:30pm (Thursday) until 8:30am (Friday). I'm inclined to pay a flat fee but not sure what it should be. Any thoughts?
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
After Bug went to preschool, I decided orange juice would be the best thing...but when I checked the fridge I found out the OJ expired last month--not yesterday or last week but last month. Good grief, how could I not have noticed that for three weeks? Off to check for cough syrup or allergy meds so I don't scare the neighbors or make them think a barking seal has moved into our house. There's nothing ladylike about my monster cough. I've got nothing--must have used it up on my last go 'round with allergies.
Seems Murphy's Law has kicked in on St. Patrick's Day.
On the bright side, since sleeping is a bit difficult I hope to get some quality time with my book.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day and today while walking to work I saw two men with green ties and a few women wearing green. Not that I’m a stickler for St. Paddy’s day attire but thought if you’ve got green why not wear it tomorrow? Then I realized I’m wearing a top with green all over it today.
Bug wanted to 'fix' my lips this weekend. He grabbed my makeup bag and pulled out a lipstick. He put it on my lips with a bit spreading to my cheek and chin and did the same with another color. Then put some blush all over my face and when he grabbed some eye shadow he said, “Mommy, you’re very patient.”
I don’t follow college basketball but absolutely LOVE March Madness. I’m in two pools this year after having seen zero games during the season. I'll pick a few top seeds and often choose a Midwest team to go far. Sometimes my picks are made by which city I would rather live in or if a school's mascot is a bulldog (I'm a sucker for bulldogs). I never win...but I've come in second in college football pools using the same logic and taken home some cash.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Our pooch pooped in the kitchen (in her defense she was very close to the back door so it seems she had every intention of wanting to get outside and had she been taller with opposable thumbs she could have done it).
I gave in and let Bug have a chocolate chip cookie as part of his breakfast because he said, "Mommy, I don't want brefast, I wanna cookie you made" [insert sweet three-year-old's smile here].
It was an Olympic event just trying to get the little guy dressed this morning.
Our sitter called about the time she usually arrives saying the bus is late so can we pick her up at the bus stop.
The only pair of hose I could find have holes from my knees to my thighs so I'm wearing them. Luckily my skirt is long.
Donnie leaves for a trip tomorrow.
My thank you note for dinner at our friends' house has to include an apology for Bug throwing up after dinner. (Or as he says, "my mouth is gonna spill." I've caught on quick to that one.)
"Toot, toot, chug, chug, big red car" is on a continuous loop through my head.
It could be a lot worse but just the same I'm looking forward to Tuesday...
Friday, March 12, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Oh, I'm going to be sad when the day comes and you can pronounce "exclamation point" correctly. I love it when you point out letters in the words from Snuggle Puppy and complete a line by saying "excamation paint...space." Thank you for making reading time even better.
Dear Seasonal Allergies,
Oh, hello again--I noticed you arrived earlier this year. Ah-choo again...
the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, oh, it's another headache gal
Wish I could see you soon
Again, what's up with the spacing?!?!??!?! It shouldn't be this difficult...why all the blank spaces?!?!?!
a frustrated Mag
Visit Amanda at Family of Shorts for more letters.
2. At Whole Foods I asked the price of the roasted garlic salsa. The man asked if I had ever tried it. Nope...so he gave it to me FREE! Something free...at Whole Foods?! Crazy, huh?
3. Our sitter said yes to working an overnight! I think we're Hershey bound in April...
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Last night Bug and I were playing and he turned to tell Donnie something but bumped his head on the wall. He looked at me and said, “I’m not happy anymore.”
I hate that right now the only thing that connects me to my youth is the outbreak of pimples on my face. Really? Shouldn’t zits be in my rearview mirror by now? I mean, it’s not as though I’m getting ready for the school dance or freaked about an algebra test.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Five minutes later Dad asked, “What are we doing for dinner tonight, Mary Ann?” I responded with the same answer I had given him moments before. It was a turning point for me, which sounds stupid but because I LOVE the Dairy Queen and still consider it a treat it seemed impossible that Dad could forget we were going there (we always went there when I visited). Somehow I'll forever think of that conversation as my acceptance/confirmation of Dad having Alzheimer’s.
So…fast forward to this weekend with my mom.
As I mentioned she looked better than she has in the past year. She’s put some of her weight back on and her hair had grown back enough that I took her for a haircut. On Friday she had a doctor’s appointment. She couldn’t find her lipstick but after looking in her purse and her room we decided to go to the appointment and look for it later. Lipstick--or lack of--was the topic of conversation on the way to the appointment, in the waiting room and when we left the doctor’s office. After the appointment we were going to go for a short drive and she asked if we could stop somewhere to buy a lipstick.
I parked the car at a store, discussed what color she would like and off I went to the store (she wanted to stay in the store). I was back in about five minutes. As I opened the door I said, “It’s tricky to pick out lipstick for someone else’s lips…” when I noticed my mom holding a ten-dollar bill. She interrupted me and said, “I hate to ask you to do this but could you go get me a lipstick somewhere.”
It broke my heart and then I felt terrible because I wondered if she felt abandoned in the car while I was in the store. If she had no memory of why I was in the store, had she also forgotten where she was or who she was with? She wouldn’t have wandered away because she needs a wheelchair to move but what if she had tried to walk on her own and fallen? Needless to say, I didn’t leave the car again unless she was with me.
The next morning I called to let her know when I would pick her up and she said, “Oh, and when are you arriving in town?” She had no idea that we had spent the past two days together.
Oh, and for the record, when I put Mom’s new lipstick in her purse, the lipstick she had been looking for was there in plain view practically taunting me. It must have been in her pocket because we both looked through her purse a few times.
Friday, March 5, 2010
I boarded my plane and saw one of my brothers on the same flight. I had just cracked open a new book so I didn't pay attention to people who boarded prior to me. We parted ways after the first flight but it was fun to see him.
On my second flight the woman across the aisle told me I looked familiar to her. Again, I had my nose in my book at the gate area and other than noticing her terrific boots when she walked by I didn't really look at people who were on my flight. As soon as she said something and I saw her face she was familiar as well...we went to high school together.
Finished my book. What a treat...enough reading time to start and finish a book in the same day.
My mom is doing pretty well. She looks better than she's looked in a year! Much to my surprise the nurse even had her walking with a walker. I haven't seen that in a very long time. When I take her out she uses a wheelchair (and we still look a bit like Lucy and Ethel when we maneuver it).
Saw another high school friend when I took my mom for a manicure yesterday as well as the younger sister of a classmate.
My brother (who lives in South Dakota) works at a school. We all went to the high school basketball game last night (district finals--his team won!) and I saw one of my good friend's sisters.
Funny thing about all of these familiar faces...I'm not visiting the town where I grew up. If that were the case I would expect to bump into people I know because it's a small town but yesterday was filled with nice surprises.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Then it hit me...he wanted to sing "Dr. Knickerbocker" that we had heard on Sprout's Wiggly Waffle that morning. Score one for Ambassador Mommy.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Apparently in addition to sweets I’ve also given up exercising for lent. Sigh…
I have a fear of leaving a restroom with my skirt tucked in my tights. Last week I was thiiiiisssssss close to having it happen...at work...on my way to a meeting. I need to buy more pants.
The UnMom is taking a break...go to The Bitchin' Wives Club for more.