Technical Difficulties and Other Stuff

I just got finished reading 70 blog posts.  That’s right.  Seventy.  That’s how many I’ve missed since Saturday, when I couldn’t have read a street sign, much less a blog post,  for getting ready for Tater Tot’s party.  It’s also the day our internet connection dropped dead.

Our internet people finally came Tuesday.  I explained that Tater Daddy had already crawled around under the house and marked the place on the cable where the problem was.  He just couldn’t fix it himself.  Charles, the internet man, wandered around the backyard for a few minutes, came back in and said that the problem wasn’t back there.  I repeated the whole thing about the cables running under the house and even showed him the hole in the floor.  Then I pointed to a spot on the floor and said, “My husband said to tell you that you’ll find the problem spot right about here.”  Charles went back outside, stood there for a minute or two, and returned to tell me that the whole cable was damaged and that he’d have to put in an order for someone to come out at a later time to run a new one.

Charles is no fool.  He didn’t want to crawl around under the house.

Tater Daddy came home and he was…er…kind of put out.  After supper, he went to Lowe’s, bought what we needed and tried again.  It took the better part of the night and two trips under the house, but we are now connected to the outside world again.

According to my husband, though, Charles is an idiot.

In other news, we’ve been without a dishwasher since I mentioned it to you a couple of weeks ago, but I finally picked on out yesterday.  It is supposed to be delivered and installed before 8:30 this morning.  While I’ll be happy to have my new dishwasher, with its Jetclean II and ToughScrub powers, it should be illegal for deliveries to be made at 7:15, don’t you think?

I’ll be back in a day or so because I do have other stuff to blog about.

By the way, “I really loved the last haircut.  I think I might like to go even a little shorter this time,” does not translate smoothly into hairdresser-speak.  I know this because I spoke those very words yesterday when I got my hair cut.  I left the salon not with a shorter version of the very cute and sassy hairdo I got four weeks ago, but with a short haircut resembling one Princess Di once sported. In the 80s.

I still love they guy who cuts my hair, and I should have been more clear about keeping the same general style and less enthusiastic and “going shorter!”  Fortunately, my hair grows like a Chia Pet.

I have to go water my head now.

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I’m Playing Along

I’m playing along today in Kelly’s “Show Us Your Life” carnival.  I love it when someone else thinks up something for me to do, especially when I have a bazillion other things to do.  Tater Tot’s birthday is Sunday, and his party (we just do a family thing for now) is tomorrow.  He will be three years old.  THREE!  He was a baby, and then I blinked twice and now he’s three.  Whew!

Back to the carnival.  Today’s theme is to show your wedding dress.  Tater Daddy and I got married in October 1994.  When my mother and I went shopping for my dress, I was determined to find one with a super long train and absolutely no bows.  Naturally, I chose one with a sweep train and a huge bow on my rear end, not to mention the bow that attached to my veil.

The skirt was plain with a beaded bodice, as was the look in the day.  Here I am with my Daddy.  It’s one of my favorite pictures of us.

With Daddy

Here’s the happy couple coming out the front doors of the church after all of the pictures had finally been taken.  And look!  Tater Daddy didn’t have any gray hair!  I guess fifteen years of being married to me put the gray right in him!  Haha!

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So there you go.  Head on over to Kelly’s Korner and check out what other people were wearing the day they got hitched.  Feel free to play along.  Let me know if you do and I’ll be sure to head back over and check it out.

I’m off to pick up some last-minute things for Tater Tot’s party.  He’s really into Lightning McQueen and the Cars characters.  Kachow! Kachow!

Well, I Guess He TOLD Me

Tater Tot was bumping into Zeus on purpose.  Zeus is 14 and, though pretty healthy for his age, kind of feeble.  The following exchange took place.

ME:  Stop bumping into Zeus.  He’s old.

TATER TOT:  (yelling)  No!  YOU’RE old!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s 5:00 and I have to go.  I want to beat the crowd at Luby’s.

What I Did On My Bloggy Vacation

It appears that I’ve channeled my inner 7th-grade spirit and have decided to write about what I did on my vacation in which I went absolutely nowhere.  It was fabulous.

Believe it or not, I only napped once, and it was interrupted by a phone call after about 40 minutes.  Let’s face it.  Napping falls into the category of Things I’d Like to Do Again when a toddler and a newborn are in da house.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I watched a fair amount of TV, mostly whatever Tater Daddy was watching.  Oh, my!  There is a whole other world of television outside of Diego and Caillou.  Have y’all seen any of The History Channel’s The Revolution?  I’m normally snoring by the second word when it comes to these shows, but this is a GREAT series.  I’ve also become hooked on Drop Dead Diva, and I hope I can remember to watch it or at least record it.  When Army Wives came on the air, I was all over it.  Then for some reason I forgot to watch one episode, and that was it.  Big Brother started last week.  Some seasons I’m interested, others not so much.  This season seems to promise several train wrecks (Chima is one all unto herself), so I just can’t turn away.  I also want to see if I can catch Jesse with his shirt ON.  

My mother’s garden is starting to come in, so Tater Tot, Small Fry and I met her about halfway between Memphis and her house one day last week.  She loaded us up with tomatoes, cucumbers, and eggplant.  We nearly killed ourselves on BLTs and fried eggplant.  Shut. Your. Mouth.  It was divine.  (She just called to say the corn is ready to be picked.  I wept tears of joy.)

One night we made a homemade pizza.  Exciting, I know.  We’ve never made one, though, and it was pretty good.  I wish the crust had been thinner and crispier, but for a first time effort, it wasn’t bad.  Plus, it was fast.  I was so proud bored that I took a picture of it.

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I found the recipe at cooks.com.  I’ve had a lot of luck using that site, but there may be some others out there.  Do you know of an online recipe site that has great recipes?  I’d love to know about it, because I am in a food RUT.

Our dishwasher died a couple of weeks ago, so I’ve been looking around for one to replace it.  I got serious about it last week and have narrowed it down to two.  Then, because the appliance gods apparently hate us, the microwave joined the dishwasher and “crossed over to the other side.”  Nice.  Have you looked at microwaves lately?  Some of them promise to do everything from cook a roast to make your bed for you every morning.  Those are nice perks, but I don’t want to pay $800 for a microwave.  I’d like a simple microwave; one that will let me set the time to pop my popcorn and reheat leftover pizza; one that will tell me the time; and one that has a timer.  Guess which company makes this model?  Not a single one.

I watched movies with Tater Tot.  We played with dumptrucks and tow-trucks, tractors and bulldozers.  We pretended to be trains and bears and dinosaurs.  We ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches together, and we ate melting popsicles on the porch.  We read books and played catch and sang songs.  Sometimes, we were simply quite and still.

It’s good to step away for a little while every now and then.  

I guess you could say I took a bloggy nap, and it did me a world of good.

How are YOU?

Like a Needle in a Haystack

You wouldn’t think it would be that hard to find a pair of casual sandals; plain old brown go-with-everything sandals.

You, my friends, would be wrong.  That is, if you live in the world of me.

The thing is, I don’t like the thong sandal.  (Come to think of it, I don’t care for it in underwear-britches, but this post is about sandals.)  Don’t get me wrong.  I like the sandals themselves.  I just don’t like to wear them.

I’ve never liked that little strip of leather or nylon or whatever in between my toes.  It irritates me to no end.  Always has.  When I was little, around six or so, the big thing (in sandals) was to have a white or navy  blue pair of them — with a thong.  A single strip ran up your foot from the thong, met a strap that ran around the back of your foot and buckled at the ankle.  I still remember the blisters between my toes, and the memory still makes me wince.

There’s one more reason I avoid thongs, and it’s very simple.  I have the ugliest feet in the free world.  I’m not kidding.  They are U-G-L-Y.  It’s one of the main reasons I don’t get pedicures.  Subjecting an innocent person to my feet is just wrong.  I worked with a guy at my first job who was one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.  We were having a discussion about feet one day — we were very serious about our jobs, what with both being fresh out of college and all — and, long story still long, I let him look at my feet.  We became hysterical after making all kinds of jokes about my hideous feet, and then he summed it up.  “Oh, my word!  You have Tasmanian Devil feet!”  I’ve never actually seen a Tasmanian Devil, but if I ever meet one, I should apologize to its species for the insult.

For the longest time I agreed with my mother that no one has cute feet except babies and toddlers.  But then I went off to college, and when I moved in with my friend, Diane, do you know what I discovered?  Diane had beautiful feet.  And she wore sandals that actually showed her toes.  Amazing!  Honestly, Diane should be making the big bucks as a foot model.

Any-ol-hoo, a couple of weeks ago, Tater Tot was at Parent’s Day Out and I had a whopping case of cabin fever, so Small Fry and I decided to wander about.  I haven’t bought sandals in a while, so we went into DSW (Designer Shoe Warehouse).  I thought surely they would have a variety of sandals, not only in color, but in style, what with their 5 million pairs of shoes.

Here’s what I’ve been wearing for the last three years or so.  It’s what most of my sandals look like; no thong and a strap wide enough to cover the foot ugliness.

Just look how worn they are.

shoe

And, yes, that is some sort of stain on my sandal.  No doubt it is Tater Tot related.

If you look closely you can see all the dog hair on the carpet.  So much dog hair, so little time.

Anyway, I hauled Small Fry in his carrier up and down those aisles only to find thong after thong after thong, along with a couple of really ugly Gladiator-style sandals.  (I think I’m going to write Big Mama and ask her opinion on those.  What do you think?  Will she agree with me and say they are all kinds of wrong, or will she say they are actually a fashion must, thereby proving to the world that I am, indeed, a fashion idiot?)  What do you think about the Gladiator look?

I did find these, which are very comfy.  They’re not quite what I had in mind, but I do love the way they feel.  If you’ve ever worn anything Merrell, you know what I mean.

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What in the world is a girl like me to do?  It’s a thong-lover’s world, and looking for a cute sandal without one is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Sighhhhhhh.

One haystack down, so many more to go.

Peeking Out

I’m poking my head back into the blog for one quick thing.

I just read this post from Missy’s blog.

Even if you don’t have children, it’s worth reading.  It’s reminds us how quickly things can happen to any of us.

Mama Needs A Vacay

I’d love  to tell you that I’m headed off for a week of rest and relaxation, but the odds of that happening don’t even exist.

I’m simply heading off for a week of not blogging.  I’ll keep reading your blogs because I’m hooked and couldn’t keep away if I tried.  What can I say?  Your blogs are like Diet Coke to me.  I’m hooked.

As for me, well, I’m running out of steam.  Y’all know how I need my steam.  So I’m going to take a week off.  Unless, of course, something fabulous happens.  In that case, I’ll be back immediately.  I wouldn’t hold my breath for it, though, so y’all have a great week, and I’ll catch you next Monday.

Do you think there’s any way I can possibly sneak in a few naps now that there are two little Taters around here?  You know how I lurves me some naps!

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