05.07.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 12:11 pm by Anne
another spider on another daisy
Originally uploaded by Dux
Yesterday after filling out the packet of information, making copies of various certificates and shot records, Piper and I went to drop it all off at the elementary school Lily will attend this fall.
Deep down I am okay with her going to school. This is one of the best in our community(based on whatever standards the schools use in competing against each other), it is close to where we live, and Lily has a few friends her age that may wind up in class with her.
On one of the papers I was asked to list any concerns I may have about her in class and I drew a blank. She knows her letters, can spell a few words, is not far off from reading… I’m not worried about her intelligence or her abilities at all. But then I was struck with the sweetness quotient. Her niceness. Her desire to please and laugh with friends and make others happy and my heart was breaking as I wrote:
I am only concerned with Lily’s ability to deal with possible mean streaks of other children.
Because there are a few little hags in her preschool class right now, little princesses who at the tender age of five are flexing their iron fists and tossing barbs when they don’t get exactly what they want out of anyone. I’m all for assertiveness; I highly respect that quality, but I remember the mean girls too. Don’t you?
Be the spider on the pretty flower, Lilz.
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05.06.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 2:38 pm by Anne
So I have never had the chicken pox. Even when my sister caught it when we were little, I still never got the pox. Lily and Emma have had the vaccine but it wasn’t until I was pregnant with Piper, and a few cases were popping out at preschool that I got nervous.
This morning I called my doctor, the only one I have, and asked him about it. He is my OB.
Me: So Bill, I need the varicella vaccine.
Bill: Ahhh…well, we don’t have any right now, and you can only buy them in doses of 10. Why don’t you call your pediatrician. It’s Dr. Fry, right?
ME: Yea.
Bill:Ok, call me if there is a problem.
-hang up-
ME: Hi! I need to get vaccinated for the chicken pox!
Nurse: Ok. Which child?
Me: Just me.
Nurse: (long pause) Well…(pause) we don’t give those shots to adults. You’ll need to see your regular doctor.
Me: My doctor told me to call you, that it wouldn’t be a problem.
Nurse: Sorry!
-hang up-
Bill: Wow. You are a pain!
Me: They won’t do it!
Bill: Let me call the office.
-hang up-
ME: Hello?
Bill: Hi Anne. Ok. I talked with Henry. Your family has been seeing him for a long time. The nurse was just giving you a pat answer. He’ll give you the same vaccine that he gives teenagers, no problem.
Me: Thanks Bill!
So Piper and I run down to the office and I get the shot. Not bad at all. On the way out one of the nurses called out to me “So did you cry?”
“Oh a bucketload!”
I should have asked for my GD sticker and lollipop.
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05.05.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 4:59 pm by Anne
lilaciris
Originally uploaded by Dux
So a friend of mine is getting married this autumn (the poor thing).Lily was invited to be a flower girl and since she’s done it twice now, I am hoping and praying that it goes off without a hitch. Emma, as you might guess by now is feeling a little furious about not having the opportunity but those are the breaks, kid. At least you aren’t the oldest! I assured her that flower-girl assistants are every bit as important, which you’d know if you had this book.
So my idea for a wedding gift is to print out a number of iris photos I’ve taken. This might be a bum gift if she didn’t like these flowers but they are her favorite. I took this picture a few weeks ago at the girls’ greatgrandparent’s house. They have enough iris plants to open a nursery and it is lovely out there.
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Posted in Uncategorized at 4:39 pm by Anne
Oh man oh man oh man. I just learned about the coolest thing, which means it is very likely old news and no longer cool but day-am. DIGISCRAPPING. I love it. I want it. I wish I had hours and hours to devote to it.
A pal of mine, you can call her Trendy if you want, mentioned that she was going to make a card for her kids’ teachers. Then she showed me the product. I drooled all over the keyboard and begged her to share with me her secret, promising buckets of good red wine in return for the precious knowledge, and she gave in. Trendy can be bought.
And now, out of the pure goodness that is my unburdened heart, I share it with you. You lovely, lovely, people.
taa-daaaaaaa.
Thank me tomorrow but not today. I’m far too busy scrapping.
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05.04.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 9:17 am by Anne
chive blossom
Originally uploaded by Dux
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Posted in Uncategorized at 9:15 am by Anne
I’m just going to come out and say it.
Life is too short for me to waste time and energy listening to close-minded, short-sighted people. I don’t know how many of you bothered to read “The Golden Compass” or the other two books in the series, I don’t know how many of you actually went to see the movie in the theatre (the cast is GREAT btw), but if you just choose not to. Fine. My feelings are unaffected.
However, if you are going to tell me that the series is about ‘Children Killing God.’ and that the author (who is actually a diehard bristish liberal.) has a personal vendetta against C.S. Lewis, but that you have not even READ the books yourself. Well. Fuck off. I’m sorry your religious beliefs are not strong enough to absorb anything other than the status quo and even sorrier that you would rather parrot a bunch of bullshit someone else has told you than to investigate on your own; I have no use for you or your lackluster mind.
note: Lameasses like you make the baby Jesus cry.
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05.02.08
Posted in Emma, Uncategorized at 9:19 am by Anne
So Emma and I are watching TV together and a commercial for the veritable pukefest that is Wendy’s comes on. Once it is blessedly over…
Emma: Wendy is in Peter Pan!
Me: She sure is.
Emma: Wendy is in The Wizard of Oz too!
Me: Um, no… That is Glinda.
Emma: Glendy?
Me: No, Glinda.
Emma: Wendy is not in the Wizard of Oz?
Me: No babe. Remember the good witch of the north? Her name is Glinda.
Emma: Oh. (pause) Well, then who is in Meet the Robinsons?
zzzZZZZzzz.
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04.29.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 7:19 am by Anne
Yes, ya’ll, it’s that time of year…
END OF THE YEAR PARTIES AND TEACHER APPRECIATION GIFTS!
It kills me every time and fills me with such unmitigated revulsion. Why do so many people want to get creative (and I don’t mean it in a good way, obviously.) Why in the world, would a grown teacher, someone who has been taking care of your child and teaching them preschool level skills, why in the hell would she want to receive a plastic pail filled with a variety of ’summer items’? I can understand if we knew she liked a particular nail polish brand (like OPI for example) and someone suggested we make her a pedicure kit, that would actually be useful. No one likes spending money on overpriced beauty aids, do they? However, the idea of filling a plastic pail with ‘beach themed ideas’ like a towel, sunscreen. cheap sunglasses…is not cool and to me, a real bummer. (Honestly, would you want someone else to pick out your sunglasses?) I am a huge fan of collecting money and putting it on a gift certificate to a nice restaraunt in town. A dinner out. Am I so old-fashioned? Maybe there are people in the world who don’t like to eat as much as I do; it’s possible I suppose.
Anyway the ‘room mother’s’ came up with a real shitty gift idea, for Emma’s class and I’ll need to augment just to let them know how much our family appreciates them. Lily’s class came up with the clever/fun/cool idea of getting the kids to place their painted fingerprints on a serving platter in a sweet design. Now that I like. How can you not like that?
Then, on the last day of school they have a ‘water day’ of sorts. Everyone brings bathing suits and plenty of sunscreen to splash around at various stations. Class parties follow that and it just so happens that both Emma’s and Lily’s will be having ice cream sundae parties. Sprinkles and chocolate sauce and melted icecream in every possible crevasse. Good stuff. Great stuff. And then we get to take our overheated, overtired, cranky, sunburned, sugar-hopped up screeching meemies home, not to return until the fall semster.
It’s going to be a long, hot summer.
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04.22.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 10:31 am by Anne
Yeah, so over the weekend, following Piper’s foray into artistic glass breaking, I noticed some red bumps on the soles of her feet. I found a few red spots on the back of her hands. I saw a tiny ulcer on the edge of her tongue. After consulting with other adults, and looking at google images, I determined she had somehow gotten a dose of Coxsackie virus.
About one hundred dollars later, the pediatrician confirmed it.
This baby is turning into such a troublemaker…a sweet, precious, goodnatured troublemaker.
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04.20.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 11:12 am by Anne
taken from Jenny over at Stickyfeathers. She has all the fun!
finish the sentence.
maybe i should go back to college.
i love the smell of fresh cut lavender.
people would say that i curse too much.
i don’t understand why there are so many assholes in the world.
i lost shooting pool against shan on our first date.
life is such a gift.
my past is important but not key to who I am.
i get annoyed with insensitivity.
my idea of a good time is spending it with other adults while the children are safe at home with a sitter.
i wish i was more patient.
Twins are cute when they are someone else’s.
Dust bunnies make me sneeze.
tomorrow i’m going to make sure all my camera batteries are fully charged.
i have low tolerance for boredom.
i’m totally terrified of evil hearts and their damage to society.
i wonder why i have a ganglion cyst.
never in my life have i had an affair.
high school was tedious and somewhat painful, besides a huge waste of time.
when i’m nervous my stomach hurts.
one time at a family gathering i fainted.
take my advice: Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.
Taking a good picturemakes me happy.
i’m almost always missing my Dad.
i’m addicted to good conversation.
i want someone to give me a chicken pox vaccine. stat.
Wow. Your turn.
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