I spent 2.5 hours this morning priming 3/4 of Fynn’s room, which used to be hot pink. Not glamorous hot pink. 1 coat of hot pink that my brother, painter turned electrician, had to be coerced under pressure into painting and lectured me the entire time into why painting her walls hot pink was a bad idea. Having only bought 1 can of primer and having 1/4 of the room to finish priming and realizing that it will take two coats of primer to cover 1 coat of hot pink with only 1/2 can of primer left, I can see his point. It is going to take me a couple of hours of painting over the next 3 or 4 days and a trip to the hardward store for a 2nd can of primer to finish her room.
Does the work never end?
While Fynn was busy using paint sticks to explain the difference between an obtuse, right and “abtuse” * angle, I was busy taking pictures of the back of her head. I never realized how annoying it must be to have naturally curly hair until Fynn’s hair magically curled around age 5. Believe it or not, her hair used to be poker straight. Someday when I get a scanner I’ll prove it by showing you every photo I have of her up until the age of 5. In the meantime I spend my time denying the rumors that I take my 8 year old for a salon perm every 6 weeks. Ironically, Fynn’s understanding of the word ‘perm’ involves getting her hair chemically straightened, which she asks for on an almost daily basis. So when people ask her if she has a perm, she looks at them like they’re retarded.
* She meant “acute”. I didn’t correct her because I’m evil.
Cake for dinner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today started off with a phone call from Sweet while I was in the middle of getting Fynn off to school. Today’s client cancelled on her so she was free to play with me all day long. Yay! Here’s a pictorial break down of my day:
First, Sweet and I broke my corkscrew trying to open this bottle of Aegir’s Cauldron Mead (left over from Summerset last year). Then Sweet broke the $1.17 corkscrew we picked up from the corner store trying to open the same bottle. Then, while I was looking for a pair of pliers to pull out the metal screw-part and thereby release the cork, Sweet took a hammer and knocked the cork down inside the bottle, spewing a geyser of wine all over both of us and my kitchen. Then Sweet and I drank lunch and played euchre.
After lunch we watched The Office on DVR. Well, Sweet lounged on my couch messing with her myspace page while I finished Rae’s hat. Yes, I plan to add drunken knitting to the skills section of my resume.
Please note the white bar…can anyone guess what Fynn is doing right now? Whatever it is, it’s obviously more interesting than posing for my knitting pictures.
I was just checking my email and my sister, formerly President of the Whole Entire World, forwarded me the following. I have no idea who the original source is, but it made me giggle so here it is:
A dentist noticed that his next patient, a little old lady, was nervous so he decided to tell her a little joke as he put on his gloves. “Do you know how they make these gloves?” he asked. “No, I don’t,” she replied. “Well,” he spoofed, “there’s a building in Mexico with a big tank of latex and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size.” She didn’t crack a smile. “Oh, well. I tried,” he thought. But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the procedure, she burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” he asked. “I was just envisioning how condoms are made! “
Cast on a hat for Rae today. I think I’m satisfied with the way this one is going, so I don’t forsee ripping it out. Color choices medium blue and a variegated blue/green. I think she’ll like it.
I’ve come to the realization that I like knitting in the round using dpns. I’ve tried a couple of different circulars and I just don’t like it. I’ve also decided that I like the bamboo dpns as opposed to the aluminum. They’re lighter and my stitches don’t slip off. Plus they come in sets of 5 as opposed to sets of 4. I now own 1 set of 4 aluminum size 7 dpns and 1 set of 5 bamboo size 7 dpns. I mean to use the bamboo in place of cable needles so I can try my hand at cabling on my next project. I can do that, can’t I?
Zoey has spoken. Again.
Meghan (my sister) : I’m the President.
Me : Uh, no. I’m the President. Right, Zoey?
Zoey: Um, no. Mommy is da pwesident. You da Bice-Pwesident.
Me: WHAT!?!?! So what do I do?
Zoey: You do awe da cweanin’ and da chores.
Me: So what does the President do?
Zoey: Jus’ nuffin’. Jus’ havin’ fun awe da day.
Me: Well that hardly seems fair.
Zoey: Um, Actuway, Unca Pat is da President. He do aaaaawe da cweanin’ and aaaawe da chores and we jus’ havin’ fun.
Me: Sounds good to me.
So there you have it. Uncle Pat is now The President and therefore responsible for ALL of the cleaning and ALL of the chores. While the rest of us just have ALL of the fun.
Zoey has spoken.
I get tired of people who don’t have kids or whose kids are much much younger than mine telling me what they think I’m doing wrong as a parent. I also don’t like being told what my kid needs or in what areas she’s lacking. I never claimed to be a perfect parent, and I certainly don’t lay claim to a perfect child, but I’m the only parent she has and we do the best we can. So from now on I’m not going to worry so much about what other parents think and I’m going to take the route that I think is best for us. After all, as my niece pointed out, I am the Decider. At least in this family.
*UPDATED MARCH 10th*
Office Tally has reported that the upcoming March 15th episode of The Office is an hour long special, re-edited and containing never-before-seen footage from Travelling Salesman and The Return. While it’s not a new episode (and won’t be until April 12th), it’s also better than a rerun.
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Office Tally has announced 2 reruns to be airing this day. Frak.
So after at least 7 minutes of scouring my favorite sites, giving up and doing a google search, I found out that the next new episode of The Office is supposedly airing on March 15th. Let’s hope this is true ‘cuz I don’t really want to wait 6 weeks to see if Roy really does kill Jim.
Zoey: Aunt Mowwy, awe you da pwesident?
Me: President of what?
Zoey: Pwesident of da whole entiwe word.
Me: Yes, Zoey, I am. President of the whole entire world.
