Around here, we don’t just have birthDAYs. We celebrate for several days. This is Jack’s birthweek, and today another homeschool mom conveniently scheduled a field trip to pizza parlor. So we got to hang out with friends, make new friends, eat great pizza, and watch the staff “throw” pizza dough.
I would have a great video, but I’m a dork. Apparently, I hit the record button without realizing it, and when I actually tried to record the cool stuff, I actually turned the video OFF. Then turned it back on, when I was through “recording”. So I have a great 35-second video of the floor and no video at all of the dough-throwing. *sigh*
Tomorrow is the zoo, and I’ll try to actually have pictures of animals and stuff.
Here’s a picture of my “little” boy, though. I always knew he’d be as tall as me when he turned twelve. And…yep.
After dealing with my water issues, I thought everything would be easy for the next few months, maybe even years. (One can hope.) Then I glanced at the peephole in my front door and saw this:
It looked like a cork stuck in my door. Before I touched it and smeared it, it was actually a nice little spiral. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed like dirt or something. I was really freaking out, and when I took some trash up to the dumpster, I stopped by the leasing office and showed the picture to the property manager. She was curious, too, and we set off with a screwdriver.
This is what we found:
Turns out it was wasp larvae. There were a lot of them in there. She dug several out and put them in a clear bottle to show the exterminator so we could find out what they were. Continue reading
I’ve told you about our trip to Daytona, and the fun I had when we got back. But wait! There’s more! It’s like a bad dream that won’t end. If I believed in a water god, I would wonder what I had done to make him mad.
We took my ex’s truck to Florida, and I left my car at his house. When we came back, it was in the midst of a torrential rain storm. It was pouring rain, and the lightning and thunder were horrendous. Bennett was scared to get out of the truck, but he was so scared of the storm that he was hiding in the back floorboard, and we had to drag him out. Continue reading
Last week, I wrote about our fun trip to Daytona Beach. You’ll never believe what happened at home while we were gone.
First, a little background….
We moved here in March. At the end of either April or March, the upstairs neighbors decided to shampoo their carpet. Then they decided it would be a good idea to dump the water from the shampooer over their balcony, onto my patio. I went upstairs and asked them to (very nicely) not to do that again. They said they wouldn’t. Well.
The next night, I had to call maintenance because there was water dripping from my bathroom ceiling. It was only dripping, but it had been going on so long before I saw it that there was a puddle in my floor. Maintenance took care of that; it was a leak, and the residents upstairs had nothing to do with that one.
Several times (at least once a week) thereafter, I would hear water pouring onto the patio, and I’d open the door, to find that (apparently), the 5-ish-year-old son was pouring cups of water over the edge. I would call up, asking him to stop. I’d get no response, and when I’d go knock on the door, they would ignore me.
Then they dumped soapy water onto my patio again.
Technically, this could be Part .5 and Part 1. You know, like a little prequel.
It has rained almost every day this summer. We have a pool for the first time ever, and we were only able to use it four or five times because the weather just won’t let up. Bennett wanted to go to the pool on his birthday. I checked the radar. Nothing there. Checked the forecast. Nothing until late in the afternoon. So around one o’clock, we step out the door, already sunscreened and ready to go — and it starts raining. Check the radar again. Nothing. It’s not storming, so we went to the pool anyway, and it stopped after a few minutes, but really? Poor Bennett still hasn’t had a birthday party this year because we planned to have it at the park and we couldn’t work it out on a day when it wasn’t raining. (The Atlanta area has already received more rain this year than we get in a average year.) Fortunately, so many other things have been going on that I think he’s forgotten about it. Continue reading
I’m still in the process of writing a post about our camping trip. Meanwhile, we had a school paper due about “a special day”. So we picked one chock-full of interesting things. He’s actually combined some things from all three days into one day. Most of this happened on one day, though. He said I could post it, but I couldn’t put his name on it. So here is a condensed version of our camping trip written by my ten-year-old son who shall remain nameless. (He wanted the title in big blue letters, but I couldn’t let him do that on his actual paper.) Continue reading
I’m hopelessly behind. These pictures are from our zoo visit in Arkansas. Back in June.
Bennett woke up that morning and popped up. “We’re going to the loo!”
We picked a very hot day, so most of the poor animals were hiding. There was also some major construction going on, so a few of the animals weren’t on display. Including the “libra” and the “wino”. Yeah, zebra and rhino just isn’t as much fun. Continue reading