Sunday, April 22, 2012

How much I love that boy....

More than I am tall ... 
More than I love raspberries ... 
More than I am funny ...
More than the number of leaves on the trees in a forest ...
More than the stars in the sky ...
More than air in the room ...
More than water in the oceans ...
More than my heart can hold ...
And lastly, more than I can possibly explain.

I just look at him, sleeping, in his bed, at his beautiful little face, and wonder how I got this lucky.


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Dinner tonight


Chop and seed 4 small Roma tomatoes, add to cooked pasta, add handful of shredded parmesan cheese, add a generous squirt of olive oil, add pinch of salt, grind black pepper.  Eat!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Summer camp

For summer camp?  One week overnight summer camp through the YMCA is $710 for the week.  If you want your child to have horseback riding too, its an extra $170, and canoeing is an extra $67 on top of that.  So we're talking $1000 for a single week of summer camp.  Holy crap!

Good lord, kids are expensive.  Thank god I only have one.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Yellow tree pollen

This stuff is the bane of my existence.  It doesn't make me sneeze so much as it gives me a big time headache.  Both Wheeler and I woke up with gonzo big headaches this morning.  Blick.

On the positive side, said trees and shrubs that generate pollen are beautiful.  Taken with my iPhone around the neighborhood the other day:





Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Reason #3,109 not to break your neck

#3,109: Pressure sores. 

[ highly disturbing graphic gory photo not pasted in here since its a G-rated blog and all ]

[ but trust me its U-G-L-Y ]

[ and scary ]

[ and disGUSTing]

Wheeler has a pressure sore on an existing flap surgery* site, right on the ischial bones (the "sit" bones on your butt).  Right now, he's looking at a minimum of 4-6 weeks in bed, keeping 100% pressure off of that sore, IF absolutely NOTHING goes wrong in the healing process.  (pardon me while I go laugh hysterically at the thought of nothing going wrong)

Sigh.  Poor Wheeler.

* if you are not spinal cord injury initiated, and don't know what flap surgery is, here is an article with photos.  But be prepared before you click that link.  Its gross.  And Wheeler has had two of these surgeries, one on each side (each leg/sit bone side).  Flap surgery is reason #3,108 not to break your neck.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

A case of over-engineering

Yesterday was an absolutely gorgeous day, mid 80s, sunshine, light breeze.  Offspring and I were outside in the yard, having just gotten back from the neighborhood park.  My dad then drove by in his red convertible Corvette..... top down, music playing.



He stopped in our driveway and asked if we wanted to take the car for a spin.  Hell yes!

We drove around the neighborhood for a bit and then decided to go get ice cream at our favorite place.  We parked, and I pushed the button to turn the car off.  Yes, you push a button to turn the car off, there is no key.  I was worried right then because I realized that I would need the key fob to turn the car back on and my cursory inspection of the car turned up no key fob.  I hastily pushed the button and to my relief, the car turned back on.  Ahhh, problem solved.  Either the fob was indeed somewhere in the car, or it didn't need to be in the car to start it.

We got out of the car and I didn't bother trying to lock the car because its a convertible for Pete's sake - you could just reach in and take anything you wanted.  We walked up and got our ice cream.  My was pistachio ice cream - and there must have been $15 worth of pistachios in my serving, holy crap there were a lot of pistachios in that!  Offspring got his usual "N & Ns and sminkles", but they were out of "sminkles" so it was just M&Ms in vanilla.  Despite being able to pronounce M&Ms and sprinkles now, he still says it the other way because he knows I find it endearing.

Walked back to the car, got in, pushed button.  Nothing.

Great.

Pushed it again.  Nothing.  Kept pushing it, kept doing nothing.  ARGH!!!!

So I was forced to call my dad, who was actually mowing my lawn at that moment, so my mom answered his phone, to come rescue us.  She drove down, gave us the key fob and we were able to then start the car.

RANT.  Why the hell would anyone NOT want a key????  Just having a fob leads to this sort of problem.  And it has led to this exact problem on more than one occasion for me, in both the Corvette and their Cadillac.  It makes me insane.  Is a key really that big of an inconvenience that they had to engineer it completely out of the picture?  REALLY?  I think not!  Give me a key any day.  And if you have a fob, LEAVE IT IN THE *#@&(*%#& CAR, NOT YOUR POCKET!!!  Then when you get out and let someone else drive it, you won't leave them stranded.  RANT OVER.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Hands down the scariest flight I have ever been on



I took a quick business trip to Phoenix and the way back was a bit exciting.  And not the kind of excitement that I like.  I flew from PHX to Las Vegas, where I was to connect home to Raleigh.  Am connecting to Raleigh I should say, because I am actually posting this from the air.  There is WiFi on the flight from Las Vegas to Raleigh.  So I have given away the punch line of this story: I live.

The pilot came on near the end of the flight from Phoenix, at about 10,000 feet, to tell us the approach and landing in Las Vegas would be bumpy.  OK, no biggie, that happens all the time, <insert jersey girl here> whatevah.  As we got closer though, it became rapidly obvious that to even this exceptionally experienced and blasé flyer that he was not kidding about bumpy.  He came on again and said that winds were nearing 40 mph, and to be sure to fasten our seatbelts tightly. I cinched up my belt.

Down, down, down we went, and the plane lurched and skated, skittered side to side with truly frightening moves.  The wings were dipping up and down wildly, tilting us up and down 45 degrees at least each direction and then flopping us 45 degrees the other direction - all the way, doing that skating on ice sort of thing were it feels like the plane is sliding, which is from cross winds.  The luggage bins started popping open and bags fell out.  My backpack and other people's things dislodged from under our seats and slid all over the place.  I kept hoping and hoping and hoping and HOPING that we would swing around and try a different approach or return to Phoenix or go ANYWHERE but windy Las Vegas, but the plane continued to get lower and lower.  This went on for a good 7-8 minutes.  Trust me, this is a very long time.  Try timing it and see how long it is and then imagine lurching like that for 7-8 minutes.

I was sitting in an exit row and realized 'holy crap, I may have to USE this exit door!'.  As we got closer to the ground, the winds and turbulence only got worse, not better.  When the runway was in sight, I was absolutely petrified.  I was afraid for my life, and I am not kidding.  I was literally afraid the plane was going to crash, and I had good reason to be scared.  The wings were still tilting at alarming angles and I (and pretty much everyone else) was afraid one would slam into the ground before the wheels would hit the ground.  The flight attendant came on and said "Hold on everybody!".  I have never heard that from a fight attendant in all of my years of flying.

I braced myself, staring out the window at the wings, hoping and hoping and hoping that they wouldn't hit the runway when BANG, we slammed into the runway like an elephant onto a china cup, which of course caused even more bags to fall out and scatter.  But we were down, safe, and I could have kissed the ground. The flight attendant got on again and said "We're all still here!".  And I absolutely have never heard anything remotely like that from a flight attendant.   Navigating all of the bins and bags was interesting, trying to match bags to people as we tried to exit.  People were holding up bags and hollering "whose bag is this?" but we all managed to get our bags and luckily, no one was hit on the head by a falling bag.  

As it turns out, the winds were exactly 1 mph lower than the limit for closing the airport, so I did have good reason to fear for my life.  They did close the airport for 50 minutes shortly after our flight because the Raleigh flight was delayed on takeoff.  Trust me, that was one delay I was MORE than happy to tolerate.

Now let's hope for no wind in Raleigh, eh?

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Coffee



So this morning Dogley took a great big slurp of my coffee.  He licked his lips forever and was poised to take another drink when I called a halt to such nonsense.  Wuzzup with THAT?!!!!  

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Under my desk is where I kick off my shoes


Can you tell?

HOW much did you say???

I dropped our external hard drive about a year ago, and I didn't bother getting it fixed because we couldn't afford it at the time and also, it wasn't really pressing that we fix it right away.  I mean, I knew we'd have to fix it eventually because it has gobs of photos on it that are not anywhere else, but it wasn't at the top of the spend-money-on priority list.  But, this new consulting gig I have, I really need some templates of stuff I've done in the past and they are on that hard drive.  So I called around today and did some investigating ... and get this: it is going to cost between $700-$2400 to fix it.  OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

< insert me falling over here >

I think I'm going to stand on a street corner tonight with a low cut shirt and stillettos.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

I am a consultant

And I just love this poster.  It is so true.  Check out House of Lies on Showtime, its about management consultants (the worst of the worst in terms of consultants) - it utterly HILARIOUS.  Raunchy, but hilarious

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Elegant Universe


We have been listening to The Elegant Universe by Brian Greene, an acclaimed theoretical physicist.  It is about string theory, and how it relates to Einstein's general relativity (the laws of the very very large) and quantum mechanics (the laws of the very very small). These two sets of laws rule our universe - but hold on, get this! These two sets of laws conflict.  Its as if we were living in a city with one set of traffic laws for bikes and pedestrians and one set of laws for cars and trucks.  Bottom line, that just doesn't work.  And the fact that general relativity and quantum mechanics mix like oil and water is somewhat of an embarrassment to the physics establishment.  Furthermore, there are four forces in the universe: the gravitational force, the electromagnetic force, the strong nuclear force and the weak nuclear force.  Physicists in the 80s and 90s won Noble prizes for unifying 3 of the 4 forces: all but gravity.  But yet gravity has yet to be incorporated into the fundamental forces of the universe.  Into that, and with that embarrassing little traffic problem I described, comes string theory. String theory, at its heart, says that point particle physics is not the way to look at the world - that the world does not come down to a set of billiard balls that can be infinitely subdivided.  But rather, the smallest unit in the universe is a vibrating strand of energy called a string.  String theory, if correct, requires 11 dimensions (10 regular dimensions + time), but unifies general relativity and quantum mechanics.  If I told you any more, I'd have to charge you tuition. 

We listen to it at night, at bedtime.  It is tough listening though, it is not easy stuff to understand by any stretch.  We have learned about quarks, bosons, selections, kalabee-yow shapes, mirror spaces, flip transformations, and all other manner of strange mathematical gyrations.  I actually tried to read the book, several times, but my eyes kept crossing in front of me and I couldn't get through it, but I was determined to learn it, so I downloaded it and started listening on audio.  I figured I would have Offspring listen with me, and I have been shocked that he understands it just as well, sometimes better, as his multi-math degreed mother. As in dude, I have a PhD in a quantitative science, a masters in a math field and an undergrad in math.  Its then amazing to hear him say "mom, turn it off because it is SO interesting that I can't fall asleep, its too exciting!".  I took electromag, quantum mechanics and lots of physics classes in college and yet I still find it difficult to follow, but my 5th grader is keeping right up with me.  Several times as we listen, I will say "huh?" out loud, only to have him succinctly summarize for me what I was confused about (often just before the narrator then summarizes it, and says precisely the same thing that Offspring just said).  

I love that kid.  Me thinks he's gonna be a smart one. 

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Letter Offspring sent in the snail mail to Lego yesterday

Offspring Lastname
Our address
Our city, state
Our zip code

Lego
555 Taylor Road

P.O. Box 1138

Enfield, CT
06083-1138
USA


Dear Lego City,
My name is Offspring. I am eleven years old, and I love Legos. I have some advice for Lego City.I think that Lego City should sell more medical things like, hospitals, or ambulances, or paramedics. I think that Lego City would make more money and those sets would be fun to play with.

From,
Offspring Last Name 

Monday, February 13, 2012

A funny thing happened on the way to the theatre......

Offspring has been looking forward to Feb 10th, 2012 forever because that's the day Star Wars Episode I in 3D comes out.  I figured it would be jammed packed at the theatre, so I bought tickets online in advance, and we left at 6:15 for a 7 pm movie, because I wanted to have plenty of time to snag the h/c seats.  We went outside and as we have done gad zillions of times before, we got Wheeler onto the ramp.  Here's how it usually goes:



Instead, when he rolled into the van, he hit his head on the top of the door jam going in.  This was strange because, well, he never hits his head there.  I have to back up a bit though to give some background.  Wheeler's chair is so tall that he cannot fit into the opening of the van on the ramp unless he reclines some.  As such, he reclines and rolls in, then sits up and finishes rolling into the van and positioning himself so that I can tie down the wheelchair. So when he hit his head, I figured that he must have forgotten to recline and that's why he was too tall to fit in the van.

So now he's chin to chest, pinned down pretty much, and stuck.  He obviously can't roll backwards, that would chop his head off. He is pinned so tightly that I don't think he can even roll forwards, so we sit there and think.  I decide that the best thing to do would be for me to climb through the front seat, get out, disengage the chair so that I can roll it (when he is driving it, its not possible to just pull it, you have to move a lever on the bottom so that it can roll freely) out enough for him to recline further.

But he says that he thinks he can drive forward, so stupidly, I agree.  This is what resulted:


His chair CLIMBED up and OVER one of the flip-up guards at the end of the ramp (not pictured because I suck at drawing) that are supposed to stop him from falling off the ramp.  Well, they would have except that the chair climbed over it.  The picture is simplified (see suck at drawing comment), but what happened is that his left front tire was dangling in space, hanging over the side of the ramp.  The left front tire was driven up about half way over the flip guard, but wasn't totally over the flip guard.  That was what saved his life - that that 2nd tire didn't go completely over.  Somehow he managed to stop the chair and we all just froze in place with his chair dangling over the edge, crooked. Realizing just how close to death he came (<---- not hyperbole, if he'd gone face first onto the concrete, in a 350 pound wheelchair, he would have died).

Now we had to figure out how to get him down.  Because his front wheel was totally over the flip-up guard, and it was wedged under his wheel, so if I let the ramp down, it was wedge even further.  But there wasn't really any other choice but to lower the ramp, so I did, and as I thought, it wedged on the ground.  At that point, I disengaged the chair and pushed with all my might and to my utter shock, I was able to push his wheel up and over the guard and his chair was now back on the ramp.  I raised the lift up some, then lowered it all the way to the ground, where the flip guards laid down flat to allow him to roll off the ramp, just as they are supposed to.  Which he did.  

Then we all stood there and looked at each other.  

Eventually we figured out what had happened.  Earlier in the day, Wheeler had been at his desk, playing on his computer.  To do so, he has to raise the seat of his chair up a little, so that he is at the right height for the desk.  Unfortunately, he forgot to lower his chair and that's why he got wedged in the door jam when he got in the van.  So he lowered his chair, we tried it again, all went well and we went to the movies. 

But as Wheeler summarized once we got all situated in the van finally, "Anyone need a change of pants?"

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Downward Facing Dog


Dogs on a yoga mat.  One in corpse pose, one in sitting dog position.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Damn, teeth are expensive

Aquafresh Bubble Gum Flavor: $1.84
Crest mouthwash: $5.04
Pronamel toothpaste: $5.69
Oral B Replacement Brush Heads: $24.99
Cleaning last month: $169
Crown last week: $1,166
Antibiotics and narcotics associated with infection of above: $48

Total: Damn!  

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

I do not like to converse whilst showering


I step into nice hot shower, where I get all nice and warm, a welcome break from the chilliness of the morning air at the farmhouse in New Hampshire where we're visiting my brother and his family.  Then I hear.....

MOM!!!!!!!

I stick my head out.  Cold air rushes in.

WHAT? (thinking there better be a damn good reason for interrupting my hot shower in a cold farmhouse)

WHERE ARE MY SNOWPANTS?

BY THE FIREPLACE!  

OH. OK!

Mutter, mutter, that was not a good reason since they were in plain friggin' sight.  I stick my head back in, warm up again, lather up....

MOM!!!!!!!

I lean out with suds in my hair, trying not to get suds in my eyes, as the cold rushes into my shower again.

Me, exasperated: WHAT?!????!!!!!!

WHERE IS MY PARKA?

Me, leaning out again: WHAT, ARE YOU BLIND BOY?  RIGHT BY WHERE YOUR SNOWPANTS ARE!

OH. OK!

Good grief.  I'm beginning at this point to think he really is blind, and just as I think that... 

MOM!!!!!

Now I'm beyond exasperated and into irritated.  Still with suds in my hair, I lean out and inform him that

YOUR GLOVES, SOCKS, WORM*, HELMET, GOGGLES, VEST, AND APPARENTLY YOUR BRAIN ARE ALL BY THE FIREPLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  AND STOP PESTERING ME WHILE I'M IN THE SHOWER! 

Why can't I just have 5 minutes of peace?  Its the curse of motherhood.

* the worm is one of these, I don't know the actual name of it.  Its an absolute necessity when skiing or sledding when its single digits in New Hampshire.  He also wears one under his bike helmet when its cold (relatively speaking, when its high 20s, low 30s).


Sunday, January 1, 2012

The dog that deadbolts


We ordered pizza tonight - to my utter delight, our local pizza joint now carries gluten free pizza - and the delivery guy arrived.  As always, Dog and Dogley went absolutely ballistic at the sight of a stranger at the door, so I stepped outside and closed the door to sign the receipt and get the food.  As the guy walked away, I turned back to come back into the house.  

Only now, the door was locked. 

Wha????  I jiggled wiggled and tried absolutely everything, but the dabgum door was utterly and irrevocably (at least from the outside) l-o-c-k-e-d. I couldn't figure out how I had locked it by shutting it - maybe I'd pulled it too hard or something weird, some strange confluence of space and time?  The only lock we have is a deadbolt that turns though, so I just was utterly confused, until I saw Dog (very tall, very big) Dog bounding up and down pawing the door ... and it all clicked. Pun intended.  I tried everything to unlock it from the outside, but since its a deadbolt, the idea is that, well, it doesn't open from the outside.  And we got our money's worth - it didn't open.  [sidebar: I feel very safe at night now.]

But here's the problem now.  It's raining (of course it's raining).  I'm standing outside holding hot food.  My paralyzed husband is inside.  My non-paralyzed child is not home.  I don't have my phone on me.  I'm wearing just pajamas and socks.  The only other door is around back.  Sucking it up, I plunge through the front, then side, then back yard, where I step in a pile of dog doo.  Great.  I sit on the edge of the porch, take off my soaked and utterly disgusting socks and go to the back door.  I try the handle JUST as I remember I had deadbolted the back door the last time I let the dogs out.  

Now I'm am 100% deadbolted out of my house - front and back doors.  I have one last hope though ... the garage door.  We have a keypad, so I punched in our code and much to my relief, the door opened.  I came flying in the door and breathlessly asked Wheeler if he heard all of the commotion.  He blithely looked up and said "No".  NO?!?!   I shook the door, yelled at the dog, swore like a sailor as I walked around the house, jiggled the back door, swore some more and then opened and came in the garage door ... and he didn't notice that I was gone for all that time just answering the door for pizza???  For an observant guy, he sure is clueless sometimes.

On the plus side, perhaps I can just tell Dog to go lock the door instead of having to get up and do it myself from now on.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Defective gift

I got this coffee grinder for my birthday (which is on Christmas, if you recall from 6 years of posting it on this very blog), but so far my chamber maid hasn't arrived....


Other than this defective gift, my Christmas was great - as was everyone else's.  

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Dog washing

I just washed the dogs in coconut shampoo.  And now the house and dogs smell disconcertingly like a giant semi-dog scented pina colada. Throw in the pine scented candle I've been burning all day and we are scentsibly confused here.