Friday, April 04, 2008

A person's a person, no matter how small

Okay, here's how you know for sure that there is serious humidity in the atmosphere: This morning the alarm went off and as I rolled over to turn it off, I felt a strange sensation. That sensation was my hair being ripped from the pillow because the humidity was so high that the hairspray glued my head to my pillow.

Now, that's humidity.


I slept in till all of 6:15 this morning, instead of my usual 5:00, since I didn't have anywhere to go until 12:30. I got the kids off the school, worked on a writing project that I've recently undertaken, argued with Paul about just exactly how many eggs he desired for breakfast, then got in the shower. About halfway through, I heard the bathroom door open then I heard Paul say, "Uhhh....Jill at the school called. Sam just puked." He's been so dang well all winter; in fact, before Spring Break, every morning began with him whining, "Why can't I just get sick like the girls? I haven't gotten to miss ANY school!"

And bless his heart, he got a good one. More than once today he's been on the toilet with his head in the trashcan. Double whammy.

Today was Kady's field trip to Pizza Hut and to the movies to see Horton Hears a Who! and Paul and I had both planned on going, though neither of us really wanted to. The plan was to go to Radio Shack, trade my stupid piece of poop Rockr for a RazrII, then meet the class at the theater, but since we had a puker, Paul volunteered to stay home. Lucky turd. I told him I had no problem pulling puke duty, but he insisted. Sam hadn't gotten sick again by the time I left for town, but I guess he just waited for me to leave because he yakked almost continually the entire time I was gone. Paul was none too happy that I went to Wal*Mart after the show, adding another hour and half to my absence, but hey, he volunteered to stay home.

It's 8:00pm now and Sam has finally gone an hour without barfing, so he's eating a grape popsicle. I know he wants to badly to devour it and about 17 more, but he's showing amazing restraint. I hate that feeling of being sooooo thirsty after nearly 12 hours of puking.

I don't know how it happened, but we were completely out of groceries and important supplies. Okay, not completely - there was plenty of stuff here to like, cook and prepare, but who wants to do that? Actually, I buy very little convenience food - except Hamburger Helper because I am completely addicted to that stuff - but we were out of the basic stuff like sugar, dishwasher detergent, baking soda, milk, deodorant and microwave popcorn. And Paul kept insisting that I could run the dishwasher with Tide, but you know, I didn't take his advice. I don't entirely trust his homemaking skillz. He's also the one that told me that powdered milk tastes just like regular milk. Riiiiiight. You'll be happy to know that now we have clean dishes and I have pits that smell like Oriental Silk, so says Secret. And no one is in danger of having to drink powdered milk. Oh, and because buying only essentials and necessities at Wal*Mart is absolutely no fun whatsoever, I bought Alvin and the Chipmunks today. Next on the list: Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium and Enchanted. The kids haven't asked for them - this is entirely me.

Did you catch that brief mention of that piece of poop cell phone Motorola calls a Rockr? I did not like that phone. I did when I wrote that I loved it so much I was going to sleep with it under my pillow, but that was before it became posessed by an angry, evil, electronic demon whose entire mission was to make me crazynuts. I use my cell phone as my alarm clock so the continual shutting down was quite inconvenient and annoying as all get out. I figured out after about the 90 millionth shut down that sliding it shut was what was making it shut down. Pops looked at it Wednesday and said there was a short somewhere in it and I should take it back. I also wasn't all that crazy about the slidy-ness of it anyway.

I traded for a RazrII since I had one of the old dinosaur Razrs and loved it. I gave $52 more bucks over what I had given for the Rockr PLUS I have to buy a USB cable to sync it with Windows Media Player AND I have to get the software for Bluetooth capabilities (something that only Razrs require) AND get a Bluetooth adapter for the computer AND a MiniSD card. Yeah. I hope I learn how to poop money soon. Pops said I could borrow his Bluetooth adapter until I get one of my own. I figure by the time I buy everything necessary to make my phone fully functional I'm going to be out $150 for the phone plus another $130 or so. Maybe putting up with a stupid slider wasn't so bad.....

Horton Hears a Who! was quite disappointing, I thought. Tater had taken her kids to see it and she fell asleep. Mom and Pops took Sam and Kady to see it and they both fell asleep. Naturally, I was not looking forward to it. Granted, there were times I chuckled out loud, but for the most part I was really just plain expecting more. The best part was where Horton was imagining himself as an anime hero. That amused me very much. Overall, though, Jim Carrey annoyed me, as usual. Even as an elephant, he annoyed me. Steve Carell was funny, but I really think he's just better on screen as a person and not a Who because it's not just his voice, but his facial expressions that make him so funny. But have I mentioned how much I *heart* Seth Rogan? Even though he was just the voice of a wussy blue mouse in this movie, I still couldn't help but fantasize about running my fingers through his adorable curls the entire time I was cringing every time I heard Jim Carrey's voice.

1 comment:

Carmel said...

Diva: Good to know about Horton , I'll make sure I don't volunteer to take the girls to that! I did buy Enchanted even hubby liked it. He said he didn't but that was just the "I'm a guy, so I don't like that crap." talking. He liked it.

Webcasting -- yeah, I've been planning on starting the sports thing a long time ago. One of these days.

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