Annoying Radio Ads

We listen to the radio a lot, both at home and in the car. Although some radio ads are pretty cute, some can be as annoying as TV commercials.

A local tanning salon has a bit at the end of their ad that says, “We also have sunless options!” I hate to tell you this, honey, but ALL of your options are sunless. The sun is the big bright thing in the sky, not the lamps in your tanning beds. Continue reading

Was It Valentine’s Day or Friday the 13th?

Okay, I’m really not a superstitious person and Friday the 13th is just another day for me, but I have to wonder what happened on Tuesday.

I was supposed to get up early and take my friend’s cat to the vet for an 8:25 drop-off. Bennett kept waking me up all night with nightmares. When I finally got him settled down and got into a nice deep sleep myself, Jeffrey woke me up yelling because of HIS nightmare. I got back to sleep just long enough for my alarm to wake me up out of a dead sleep at 7:00. It was just not possible for me to get up. I reset the alarm for 7:30, thinking I’d still have plenty of time, as I had originally planned on a quick workout. Let’s just say that by the time I took a quick shower, got both boys up and moving, and everyone was dressed, it was 8:20. Amy had already left to take the cat to the vet herself. I sent her a quick email apologizing because I was sure she’d be driving, and I hate to call people when they’re driving if I can help it.

Our homeschool group’s Valentine’s Day party didn’t start until 10, but I needed a couple things from the store anyway, so we set out for Kroger. One of the things I bought was apple cider vinegar. The organic kind. You know, the kind in the glass jar? Yeah, that one.

When we leave Kroger, I see that we can either head to the party location and be 30 minutes early, or we can go home for 10 minutes and head back out. I knew if we came back home, we’d end up being late for the party (not critical, but still…) so we just drove to Jump2It. Where we sat until a couple minutes after 10 waiting for someone with a key to let us in. We were all starting to wonder if we were actually going to have a party after all.

The kids head inside with friends and I opened the front passenger door to get the chips I’d bought at Kroger and guess what was sitting against the door. At least until I opened the door. Yes, the only breakable thing in the car. The glass bottle of apple cider vinegar. Which smells, even on rain-soaked pavement.

We made it through the party and went back home. I always throw my purse and Bennett’s bag in the front passenger seat. His bag is one of those black diaper bags you get from the formula company to take home from the hospital. I keep a couple of pull-ups, a change of clothes (for him), his drawing notebook, and sometimes a couple books for him in it. It’s more a “just in case” bag than a diaper bag these days. The bag had ended up against the door, so when I opened the door, the bag fell out and into the mud. At least it wasn’t my purse. I carried the bag in and wiped all the mud off, leaving the bag hanging in the shower to dry.

Around 5, I left to go pick up the cat. Bennett went with me, and about 10 times before we left, I asked him if he had to go to the bathroom. Of course he didn’t and of course I really should know better by now. Five minutes into our 10-minute drive, he tells me he has to go. At that exact moment, I was sitting at a light behind other cars and couldn’t even get to the Rite-Aid that I could see just ahead. Thirty seconds later, he tells me he’s wet his pants. Obviously, he did have to go before we left or he could have waited more than 30 seconds, but it was a moot point by then. Of course, we didn’t have our “just in case” bag because it was at home drying. I didn’t think we’d need it for a 10-minute drive.

I still had to get out of the car to get the cat. I couldn’t leave the three-year-old in the car alone, so he had to get out, in wet pants, in the cold, so we could get the cat. I told the lady I was there to pick up Martin, and gave the last name. When she handed me the cat carrier, she asked, “Are you going to be able to get him in?” Um, what? He was already in the carrier, so I had no idea what she was talking about. I guess the blank stare gave me away because she asked, “Are you going to be able to get in the house? It’s too cold to leave him outside.” My still-confused response was, “Yeah, I can get in. I live there.” Why would she think I was picking up a cat just to leave him on someone’s porch? Weird.

We head back home and the drive that took us 10 minutes one way, took 30 minutes the other direction. With a wet little boy in the back seat. We came home, got him changed, and I took apart his car seat and washed the cover and the little “piddle pad”, which did nothing at all to keep his seat dry. Guess three-year-olds have too much “piddle”.

Wednesday morning, I got up, blow-dried the seat cover and reassembled the whole mess so we could go to Callaway Gardens. Which is a whole ‘nother post.

Know Me Better – Round 8

“Know Me Better” is a weekly meme hosted by I Am A Reader Not A Writer. Each week five questions are asked as a way for your readers to get to know you better. Want to play along? It’s easy! Just click the link above to take you over to the host’s page. From there, copy and paste the meme image into your blog along with the meme code. Link back to the host and you’re done!

This week’s questions were tough! I had to think a while about some of these.

This week’s questions:

If someone wrote a book about your life, what would the title be?

The Merry-go-Round. It’s fast and fun, but sometimes I get dizzy and need to take a break.

If you could have a signed copy of any novel what would it be and why?
A novel? Anything by Stephen King. But book, in general? Charlotte’s Web (Well, I guess that is a novel, right?) because it was my favorite book growing up.

Horror or Romance?
Romance, definitely. I used to love horror, but I don’t have the stomach for it anymore.

If you could choose only one time period and place to live, when and where would you live and why?
As much as I would love to visit other time periods, I’m happy living right now. I’m a computer nerd and I can’t imagine being without all the friends I’ve made online over the past few years. And I love being able to easily look things up. No more out-of-date encyclopedias. Place is a tough one, too, as most of my family is in another state, and my best friend is in yet another state, but I think where I am works for now.

Do you prefer a bunch of small gifts or one big expensive one?
I just like to know that someone is thinking of me, so price doesn’t matter. If it’s a bunch of small gifts, though, I’d prefer that they were something practical. I try to keep clutter to a minimum, although I’m discovering this week that I still have way too much stuff.

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Parking spot stalkers

I need to work on being more regular with posting. I’m always thinking of things to write about–when I’m away from my computer. Like how Jack can spell most of his name. He was calling up the stairs the other day, “Can someone come help me?” I went down to see what he needed. He was playing on Nick, Jr and there was a game where he needed to his name. He had JEFF. I just had to help him with the RE. He got the Y by himself.

Or that he knows the names of several states by their location on a map and also by their shape. I didn’t “teach” him that. It was just something that he was interested in and kept asking me questions about. There are public high school grads who don’t know as much geography as he does.

He can also count backward from 13 to 1. Not a big deal unless you consider that he did it by himself. Hmm. Is there a theme here?

Anyway, my post today is not about my smart, funny, cute…..what? Oh, right. One of my pet peeves is parking space stalkers. You’re walking out to your car, usually with a full buggy (or cart, depending on where you’re from), with kid(s) in tow, and some car starts following you to your car. Then they just SIT there for 10 minutes while you unload the cart, get kid(s) in the car, get everything situated, take the cart to the little corral thing, and then they’re in the way when you try to back out. Grrr. If they’re going to sit there waiting to pounce, they could at least get out and help unload the groceries.