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My mom tagged me to write 8 random things about me so here goes!
1. I like to put chips in my sandwiches. Not sure when it first seemed like a good idea, but it’s something I never really outgrew. The weirdest thing I used to eat as a kid? Boloney & sugar. How gross is that?!
2. I must have the shower curtain closed, as well as all drawers & the hall closet doors. I know this isn’t really so odd, except that when you have a husband who is constantly leaving drawers open, it’s an ongoing battle. What bugs me the most is the shower curtain, though. If I don’t close it right away, I can feel that open space just staring at me.
3. Except for driving through Canada on two seperate road trips to the lower 48, I’ve never left the country. No Mexico for spring break, no romantic trips to Europe with Honey. Someday…..
Oh wait! I just remembered! We went to Nassau in the Bahamas for our honeymoon! I didn’t need a passport ~ does that technically count?
4. I love, love, love Audrey Hepburn. I can still remember the first time I watched Breakfast at Tiffanys, and how much in awe I was of her beauty & grace. I think that she was a kind person in real life solidifed how much I adored her. I think I’ve seen most everything she’s been in, but Breakfast will always remain my favorite. Honey bought me “How to be Lovely” last year for Christmas; we could all learn a thing or two from Miss Hepburn.
5. I am very competetive, but hate sports. Bucky teases me about how pissed off I get when he plays dirty at Uno. I know, I know, you’re supposed to play all those nasty Reverse & Draw 4 cards, but I can’t help taking it personally!
6. I am both a planner & a procrastinator. How is that possible, you ask? I make lists. Lots & lots of lists, and I plan ahead for things that I know have deadlines. And yet, I’m still always waiting until the last minute to finish them. Even in college, I was forever writing my papers up the last possible moment. There’s just always so much to do and never enough time, you know?
7. I’m not quite as picky about how things go into the grocery cart (although I do start at the back & work forward for obvious reasons) but I HAVE to place my items on the conveyor belt according to type. Fruit & vegetables, frozen, cold-case, canned or boxed, meats, personal hygiene, miscellaneous. My reason for this is that the baggers generally don’t know how to bag my groceries properly. They’ll toss canned green beans right on top of my caged-free eggs! Or ground beef on top of apples! So, I try to help them out & make it fool-proof. It helps my anxiety by not feeling the need to correct them. It’s really a good system! Even better? Honey has now adopted my system and will also group our groceries on the conveyer belt. I am a proud wife.
8. I hope that our baby gets Adam’s sense of balance & coordination. Physically, he’s good at everything, and I am, arguably, the most uncoordinated person on the planet. I’ve never been comfortable in my own body, and I will never be one of those willowy women who saunter down the sidewalk while men look on. Actually, you can generally see me staring at the sidewalk so as to not trip on a crack or step in dog-poo. Classy, huh?
So that’s it. Eight things you didn’t know about me.
Adam & I are heading north to Anchorage this weekend for my office’s holiday party. The company pays for airfare & one night at the hotel, so we just have to pay for the second night & we get ourselves a mini vacation! I’ve not been to Anchorage in years, and Adam’s never been. I believe our hotel is right downtown, so we’ll be able to walk to restaurants & shopping. Or maybe we’ll be taking taxis: I checked the weather forecast this morning and the high temp is forecasted to be around 26 degrees with lows in the teens. Brrrrr.
Hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving
A few months back, my bathtub drain was clogged. The problem was quickly resolved with a bottle of Drano. Within that same week, we gave Porter a bath, which is an entirely different, and much more amusing story, and my bathtub drain became clogged once again. Ever since, I have been calf-deep in bath water everytime I take a shower. Forget about taking a long, leisurely shower on the weekends, because my bathtub would have overflowed. I have spent close to $50 on various drain-unclogging products, all to no avail.
This weekend, Honey went into the crawl-space to take apart the pipes and remove the source of the problem. I just hoped he wasn’t going to show me whatever he found. He came back from under the house only to announce that the plastic pvc piping was glued tight. Having to hire a plumber simply to unclog a drain was so not on my list of things to do. My anxiety level was already running high because I had finally gotten the last of the body work done on my car from my accident last spring and my car was still making noises it ought not be making. These are things that Tracy-on-Zoloft could handle. Tracy without Zoloft, not so much. I don’t do well with things like this ~ multiple things happening at once, things that are out of my control although easily solved with a simple phonecall to a professional. They just seem so out of my reach, you know? I’d rather curl up in my chair and not attempt to find a solution.
Honey, on the other hand, in a uncharacteristic moment (he usually gives up, too), took the one wire hangar I had; one from the dry cleaners with the felt covering it to protect our fine garments, and shoved it down the bathtub drain to loosen the massive hair glob. Except that he couldn’t. The hanger would only go so far before it stopped against something metallic. It was at this point that he called me into the bathroom.
Honey, have you tried putting the drain stopper down?
Of course, I’m thinking, no, I did not try putting the drain stopper down. I was so stunned at my stupidity, however, I literally couldn’t say anything. I could have been stubborn, I could have been indignant & said I never put the drain stopper up, because I hadn’t. Instead, I just stood there & grinned like an idiot. And was thankful as hell we hadn’t gone through the humiliation of calling a plumber.
More importantly, I love that Honey can still surprise me. Yes, it was a simple fix, but like I said, he normally would have given up, too. It’s like now that I’m unable to deal with certain things, he has realized that we have to have at least one person our household that can cope, and for that I’m very appreciative.
Oh, let’s see….what’s been going on…..
Saturday afternoon Adam took Porter on a walk before we went to dinner at my brother & Michelle’s house. (This is not a cute story, so today he’s “Porter”, not “Doodles”) When he got back home, he told me all about how Porter had found, and subsequently ate a dead bird. Since it was already dark out, Adam had no idea what he was in for when he tried to fish out of Porter’s mouth whatever it was that Porter was eating. Even though he realized there were feathers dangling from Porter’s mouth, he furthered tried to retrieve the dead bird from his jaws, because “he had already touched it at that point”. EWWWWW! He finally gave up and Porter gulped it down.
But wait, it gets grosser than that.
Later, at Bucky & Michelle’s house, Porter started to make pre-vomiting noises, and if any of you have pets, you know exactly what that sound is. Unfortunately, I had forgotten all about the dead-bird incident, so after Porter vomited, and I very foolishly looked over to see how bad it was, I saw a lump of brownish-black muck. Yes, Porter had vomited up his dead bird.
Michelle went running out of the room, I wasn’t about to help Honey clean up that mess, and I think even Bucky had to leave the room, too. Now, I’m not overly squeamish, but I cannot deal with a dead bird and then the dead bird’s return.
This morning, after I had forgotten all about the disgusting incident, Adam brought it up out of the blue. He shook his head in dismay and said ~ I can’t believe you all are about to have children. Like he’s not. Bucky & Michelle, by the way are due November 26th. I had to remind Honey that there is a difference between poopy diapers & baby spit-up and dead birds, and cleaning up dead bird vomit is where I draw the line.
I told you Porter would eat anything.
One day ages ago, when Porter still drank from his puppy water bowl & not from the toilet where he leaves drippings on the toilet seat for me to sit on when I go pee for the hundredth time that day (and before I painted all of our trim white), I noticed something floating in Porter’s water dish and HORROR! It appeared as though we had not only developed a mouse problem, but we had a mouse suicide on our hands. But wait! It was just one of Riley-cat or Mendy’s toys, and it went from THE WORST THING EVER to being really quite funny. And you know I had to take a picture of it.
Hello, my dear internet friends. Honey googled me one day & finally found my blog. He reminded me that I haven’t written since the 4th of October. He also said good job for not trashing him on the internet, and that in the future when I’m pissed at him, I should read my blog since I portray him in such good light. Indeed, Honey has been a prince during these last 2 months of hormone hell. At any rate, not only have I not written for at least a month, but I haven’t even been reading about what all you fabulous people have been up to. I’m sure you’ve been creating your hearts out, have been preparing for the holiday season, and have dressed your kids up as various animals and cartoon characters. I’m sure one day soon, once I’ve closed a few loops (that was for Jerusalem’s benefit), I’ll sit & read for hours & smile at your lovely lives.
I also got my first issue of Victoria ~ horray! Well, not my first issue, of course, but you know what I mean. AND, Honey got his drivers license today! Yes, my 26 year old husband finally is licensed to drive. After moving here from California in 1999, he lived downtown & worked downtown. We have the same work schedule, so when we bought our house in the “valley”, we drove into town together. And even though we don’t talk much during our 15-20 minute commute (ha!), other than the occasional commentary on an NPR news tidbit, I really love that we have that time together. Anyway, Honey still maintains he does not want his license & that he only got it because I got pregnant & he had to. I don’t care ~ he got his license, and you have no idea how big of a milestone this is in our lives. There are countless people who have hounded him on my behalf for years, and even though he says he’s not happy he got his license, he was thinking of who he should call to tell. How cute is that?!
We got manicures & massages, and while we waited for our treatments, we got a foot soak. The manicure was like a massage in itself. I was lying down, & before actually doing my nails, she massaged my arms & hands. I slipped into a relaxed state of being that rarely happens. Even my massage, as lovely as it was, wasn’t as relaxing as my manicure.