Thursday, February 28, 2008

Yes, I'm fine.

Just busy. I'm working on a garden, and some other major yard renovation projects, plus work, plus a nasty cold I got for a while.

And why bother posting when my only (one) regular reader was on vacation? ;)

But I'll try to have more to say later.

There must be something to snark about.

Friday, February 08, 2008

I Can

Idea courtesy of Aidel Maidel: list of some things I can do, compiled in 15 minutes.


  • Look like I'm working while actually blogging
  • Actually be working and blogging at the same time
  • Eat an entire bag of Reese's mini peanut butter cups by myself
  • Brew a really good cup of tea
  • Bake bread
  • Design quilts, gardens, and home decor in my head while nodding thoughtfully during a meeting
  • Give birth without medication of any kind
  • Buy shoes online
  • Hold a baby in one hand, stir a pot with the other, while maintaining a conversation and planning the next stage in dinner preparation
  • Document a product which does not yet exist. With pictures.
  • Photoshop the heck out of my pictures to get rid of blemishes, bad hair days, etc. Not that I would. Just saying I can...
  • Get completely dressed without realizing there's an enormous stain on my shirt.
  • Make my son giggle uncontrollably.
  • Give really good backrubs
  • Do a great dance to chiri-bim-bom
  • Vote
  • Name all the characters on Gilligan's Island
  • Remember the lyrics to most songs I've heard
  • Curl my tongue
  • Wiggle my ears
  • Spot misspellings and typos (at least, those made by others)
  • Hem pants
  • Mow the lawn
  • Start a compost heap
  • Save the world! (one baby step at a time)... ;)
  • Find out lots of stuff online, that may or may not be true
  • Remember what a K-Mart "blue light" special was
  • Go without enough sleep for longer that I thought humanly possible
  • Be a royal bitch
  • Recite an Ancient Greek anagram
  • Speak a modicum of German, Hebrew, Spanish, and Arabic
  • Drive stick
  • Create new holiday traditions that stick
  • Roll pepparkakor as thin as my grandmother did
  • Write a fantastic d'var
  • Obsess about something for way too long
  • Change my mood on purpose

What can you do?

(and by "you" I mean BoTH, Caroline of Juggling Frogs (where the heck are you these days, anyway?), and anyone else led enough astray to find this post)

Friday, February 01, 2008

Avoiding mirrors

We're not having good luck with glass, lately.

Last week, after the baby was asleep, and Bad Cohen settled down with a book, I went out to the car to go meet some other mommas from our group for margaritas and nachos. (Yay margaritas!)

It was a bit nippy out, and as I yanked the door open, fighting the creeping frost along the edge where door meets car, I heard a little 'tinkle-tinkle' from the rear windshield. Assuming it was a thin layer of ice that had formed since returning from work a few hours earlier, I went back to brush it off - and found my hand pushing right through into the back of the car.

(***mind was blank with horror for a moment - one of those weird situations like stepping down onto the final step in a staircase, and having your foot slam down on the floor because you've already reached the end***)

The whole rear windshield was spiderwebbed with tiny cracks. I mean, the WHOLE thing. As if the entire glass had decided to commit suicide at once. Or vitricide, I suppose.

Don't worry, margaritas were still had - I drove slowly over the less bumpy route - and the glass was fixed a few days later. We had some fun maneuvers swapping cars with the grandparents (who, understandably, didn't like the idea of tinkle-tinkling glass trickling down on their grandson's head as he sat in the rear carseat).

Well, no big deal, after all. These things happen.

Then, yesterday, I went home mid-day to eat lunch and do a few quick chores, as I often do. Crazy cat (pictured below) decided it was REALLY EXCITING THAT MOM WAS HOME!! and, in addition to her usual constant meowing, started running laps around the house. one of her favorite tag-points in these games of "spaz-cat" is the back of a big chair in the living room that both rocks and swivels, providing her with an extra measure of crazy. Only this time, it kept going. Right through the living room window.


I've heard that troubles come in threes. Let's just say, I'm going to be avoiding mirrors for a while.