i hate ants! first they’re gross and whenever you see them you feel like they’re crawling all over you. second, they get into food and they’re nearly impossible to get rid of. third, none of the products that we’ve used actually stop them from coming. the sprays kill them, yes, but none of that other stuff actually prevents them from STILL COMING! and finally, i hate ants because THEY’RE TAKING OVER MY KITCHEN!!
this weekend we found quite a few ants on our island bar. we *think* they were coming in from the vent for the stove from under the house, but we’re still really not sure. we managed to kill all of those and over the course of several days J was able to clean out the whole island, get rid of all of those ants, and then put everything back.
well, yesterday when i got home from work i saw that there was a new path of ants across the floor headed to the cat food bowl. right. next. to. our. pantry. we got rid of all of those and it didn’t look like there were any in the pantry.
until this morning.
this morning i saw tons of ants as i sleepily opened the cheerios box and started to pour it into my bowl. they were all over it! UGH! now we’re going to have to clean out the entire pantry!
now people, it kills me to think of all that food that is wasted now. if any of you have been to my house or even if you just know me, you know that i’ve stockpiled enough food in my pantry to last practically a lifetime. (i wouldn’t ever want to be caught without something to eat – gasp! – and of course i also like to buy in bulk to try to save a few pennies. besides, i’m so type-A that the second i use a can of food or see that the sugar is getting low or whatever i immediately add it to the grocery list so that i am always prepared.)
as usual, this has come back to bite me in the butt. it’s always those people who work ahead to be prepared in advance and be ready for whatever that get crapped on. by the ants, no doubt.
leave me some love as i will be cleaning and cleaning and cleaning and cleaning out our pantry today.
Thursday, September 7, 2006
triangle shorts
we exercised again yesterday morning. sigh.
after Monday's run i felt like a failure. i don’t know why but i just couldn’t do it. since j and i both had the day off on Monday we were able to sleep a little later and he and little j ran with me. it was the first time we got to use the jogging stroller (fun!) although hubby pushed it the whole time (isn’t he nice?!) and despite the fact that i was thrilled to have people going along side of me for a change i still just couldn’t run very far. i managed to run for a total of ten minutes (in only about 1.5 minute increments - i know, i suck) but at least i exercised for thirty minutes total.
so anyway, yesterday it was back to the usual grind and because of work we had to get up before the baby and go in the dark in shifts. for some odd reason i was able to do much better. (i still have a hunch that it’s the iPod or maybe just the fact that i over-ate this past weekend and was sluggish, but whatever.)
so finally i will get to the point of this post. yesterday i was out running with my own private thoughts and my shorts kept creeping up my butt. now in my family we have labeled fat-people-shorts-that-creep-up-the-crotch “Triangle Shorts” because they somehow look like they make a triangle as people’s crotches eat their shorts and the outer leg part of the shorts stays in place. i’ve always told my mom and sister when we see someone out wearing "Triangle Shorts" to PLEASE not let me get that fat (and my mom has asked to be told when her bra makes her back look like it has boobs too, oh but i digress).
just imagine my dismay this morning when i realize that i do in fact, now possess “Triangle Shorts.” it’s not just the shorts either. i think i’ve just gotten to that point where all of my exercise clothes are so snug that they all ride up my crotch.
first of all, family, why didn't you tell me??! second, i'm gonna have to do something about this disastor. help me get rid of my triangle short wearing body and i will totally love you forever. and maybe i'll even post a picture...
after Monday's run i felt like a failure. i don’t know why but i just couldn’t do it. since j and i both had the day off on Monday we were able to sleep a little later and he and little j ran with me. it was the first time we got to use the jogging stroller (fun!) although hubby pushed it the whole time (isn’t he nice?!) and despite the fact that i was thrilled to have people going along side of me for a change i still just couldn’t run very far. i managed to run for a total of ten minutes (in only about 1.5 minute increments - i know, i suck) but at least i exercised for thirty minutes total.
so anyway, yesterday it was back to the usual grind and because of work we had to get up before the baby and go in the dark in shifts. for some odd reason i was able to do much better. (i still have a hunch that it’s the iPod or maybe just the fact that i over-ate this past weekend and was sluggish, but whatever.)
so finally i will get to the point of this post. yesterday i was out running with my own private thoughts and my shorts kept creeping up my butt. now in my family we have labeled fat-people-shorts-that-creep-up-the-crotch “Triangle Shorts” because they somehow look like they make a triangle as people’s crotches eat their shorts and the outer leg part of the shorts stays in place. i’ve always told my mom and sister when we see someone out wearing "Triangle Shorts" to PLEASE not let me get that fat (and my mom has asked to be told when her bra makes her back look like it has boobs too, oh but i digress).
just imagine my dismay this morning when i realize that i do in fact, now possess “Triangle Shorts.” it’s not just the shorts either. i think i’ve just gotten to that point where all of my exercise clothes are so snug that they all ride up my crotch.
first of all, family, why didn't you tell me??! second, i'm gonna have to do something about this disastor. help me get rid of my triangle short wearing body and i will totally love you forever. and maybe i'll even post a picture...
Wednesday, September 6, 2006
wanna pay for a stem cell transplant?
remember my idea of helping more people? well, pfffbbbbtttt to that! here i am thinking that i’m doing all this good by going to buy a few caps for a woman that our Sunday School class helps and then i find out what a teensy, tiny dent it really is that i’m making. you see she’s going into the hospital to have a few tests done and she needed a few items. she’s not supposed to drive because she takes daily chemo for whatever type of blood cancer that she has. she’s also on Medicare and lives alone with no family nearby. she relies on our class for her groceries and laundry among other things. she’s waiting for a stem cell transplant.
anyway, i volunteered to get the sleep caps to catch her hair at night and then when we got to class on Sunday i heard the sad update. apparently, Medicare denied covering her stem cell transplant. the reason had something to do with the fact that a stem cell transplant is such a challenging procedure to go through that you need a full-time caregiver for at least two weeks after it. plus you have to go to the hospital and get daily shots in preparation, etc. because this lady has no family nearby and lives alone, the claim was denied. now she's thinking about not even going through with it at all because she really doesn't have a lot of choice. the class will probably write a letter offering to support her and be her "family" and she is going to keep persuing ways to get Medicare to pay, but the whole ordeal is sending her on an emotional rollercoaster. and i thought i was all sweet and smart by picking up a few hair loss caps. turns out she needs more than that so if you think of her send up a little prayer.
anyway, i volunteered to get the sleep caps to catch her hair at night and then when we got to class on Sunday i heard the sad update. apparently, Medicare denied covering her stem cell transplant. the reason had something to do with the fact that a stem cell transplant is such a challenging procedure to go through that you need a full-time caregiver for at least two weeks after it. plus you have to go to the hospital and get daily shots in preparation, etc. because this lady has no family nearby and lives alone, the claim was denied. now she's thinking about not even going through with it at all because she really doesn't have a lot of choice. the class will probably write a letter offering to support her and be her "family" and she is going to keep persuing ways to get Medicare to pay, but the whole ordeal is sending her on an emotional rollercoaster. and i thought i was all sweet and smart by picking up a few hair loss caps. turns out she needs more than that so if you think of her send up a little prayer.
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
my lovely flexible baby girl
i did something that was very uncharacteristic of me this weekend. actually, i did it twice.
i missed two of J’s naps. GASP!
but wait! i can justify myself. first, we were out of school on Friday so i went for a long overdue trip to the mall. now anyone who's had a baby knows that it is VERY slow going when shopping with a little one. needless to say i was at the mall and running other errands from 10:15 am until 2 pm. little J usually takes a nap around 12:30 or 1 pm so we totally missed that one. she slept for about thirty minutes in the stroller, but that was it. so when we came home i immediately fed her and put her down for nap # 3 (usually at 4 pm, but i put her down at 3).
then Saturday i went to a girl’s house who was selling a lot of her daughter’s old clothes for cheap-o and after that i checked one relative visit off the list (if i hear one more person say, “she’s going to be walking before I see her next” i’m gonna puke). anyway, she missed nap #3 then and was Miss Crankypants for the rest of the evening.
now for my reasoning (read: sorry excuses). i am really starting to feel like she’s in a good enough routine that she will bounce back after one or two days of being off schedule. a month ago i would NOT have done any of that. i would have stayed at home under all circumstances to protect The Nap Schedule (since i have to uphold my title as Mrs. Nap Nazi). fortunately, my instinct was right and Sunday she did just fine napping just as usual and was back to her normal cheerful self.
i missed two of J’s naps. GASP!
but wait! i can justify myself. first, we were out of school on Friday so i went for a long overdue trip to the mall. now anyone who's had a baby knows that it is VERY slow going when shopping with a little one. needless to say i was at the mall and running other errands from 10:15 am until 2 pm. little J usually takes a nap around 12:30 or 1 pm so we totally missed that one. she slept for about thirty minutes in the stroller, but that was it. so when we came home i immediately fed her and put her down for nap # 3 (usually at 4 pm, but i put her down at 3).
then Saturday i went to a girl’s house who was selling a lot of her daughter’s old clothes for cheap-o and after that i checked one relative visit off the list (if i hear one more person say, “she’s going to be walking before I see her next” i’m gonna puke). anyway, she missed nap #3 then and was Miss Crankypants for the rest of the evening.
now for my reasoning (read: sorry excuses). i am really starting to feel like she’s in a good enough routine that she will bounce back after one or two days of being off schedule. a month ago i would NOT have done any of that. i would have stayed at home under all circumstances to protect The Nap Schedule (since i have to uphold my title as Mrs. Nap Nazi). fortunately, my instinct was right and Sunday she did just fine napping just as usual and was back to her normal cheerful self.
Monday, September 4, 2006
mmmm... socks!
the girl tries to put everything in her mouth. i swear she even tried to put me in there the other day. she was laying in the floor (as she often is these days) and i bent over her to give her a playful kiss. she promptly grabbed both sides of my face and shoved me towards her mouth with her chubby little cheeks grinning and her mouth wide open ready to accept my face.
one day i came in the room to find her like this:
one day i came in the room to find her like this:
Friday, September 1, 2006
school's out!
well, because of this school’s out today. i am going to try to spend the day being productive around the house and catching up on lesson plans. i know that those are lofty goals and that i’ll probably spend most of the day reading blogs and playing with the baby, but nevertheless they are goals. i think i'll also run some errands... the mall maybe?
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