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Over the past week or so we've had two main developments. Our computer died, or did something that rendered it unusable, anyway. We get nothing but blue screen of death when we turn it on. We hooked up Saren's laptop to the monitor (her screen being broken) so that we have internet access, but it's really kind of pathetic. Being on it is too infuriating to use it for more than the basics. So I expect posting to be very light until the situation changes, a couple of months probably. I was going to post my book log reviews for October, but I think I'll hold off and do a couple of months at once later on.
One of the saddest things about this computer issue is that it has made playing Bejeweled Blitz nearly impossible. You click on Play and when it finally gets loaded up, your minute's up and you got zero points. So sad.
As for foreclosure and moving news, we're moving at the end of the year, no matter what the bank is doing, and it's not looking too good that the bank will do what they say they're going to do when they say they're going to do it. Which would be great if we wanted to stay in our house without paying the mortgage, but we just want to get out.
For crying out loud, I've been trying to get this written for two hours. I better just call it quits. Oh, the other thing that I was referring to in the first paragraph was that the washing machine also became unusable, but I'm going to see if Pat can get it to where it will hobble along until we have to leave so that I can avoid going to the dreaded laundromat.
The end.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
Feh.
Money. Feh. Computers. FEH. Government idiocy. FEH FEH FEH. Does someone want to tell me what having a tax id number has to do with being able to have health insurance? Today I am full of ire.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Did we REALLY need more confirmation that we need to move??
Need it or not, we got it.
Read Pat's POV of this incident here.
Last night I was lying in bed attempting to go to sleep when I noticed flashing lights coming through the bedroom window in between the cracks in the curtain and landing on the ceiling. I went out to the kitchen to look outside and investigate and I saw a police SUV parked a couple of house down and a cop walking down the street (in front of my house) toward it. I shrugged and went back to bed.
A couple of minutes later I hear KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Now that's a police knock if I've ever heard one. Which I haven't. Unless maybe on TV. Still, I knew who was on the other side of the door. They knocked once more before I was able to get my glasses and get out of bed and to the front door. Pat was right behind me. I opened it up and two police officers told me that they were having everyone in the neighborhood go down to the Wal-mart down the street because there was an explosive device at the park. Not "there may be an explosive device" or "a possible explosive device." That is definitely not what they said.
So, I'm like in immediate action mode and I say to Pat, "Get the kids," and we did. Saren was upset about the cats and I told her we couldn't worry about them. The girls put on shoes (but not their normal ones and let this be a lesson to put your shoes on the shoe shelf every time you come in the house because then you know where they are (sorry, can't resist momming out there)) and we left.
We walked because I didn't want to take the time to find Silas's recently pooped on and then washed but not replaced car seat cover and put it back on the seat. The cop had said we could take our van but that was why we didn't. I regretted it later because we could have spent all that time hanging out in our van, nice and warm. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So we got to Wal-mart and we figured we must have been the first people who were notified because we were all alone for a long time. Makes sense since we are the closest to the park. I was wishing I had asked if we had time for me to get some stuff because I surely would have loved to have an elastic for my hair and a bra. Please don't ask me to go out in public without a bra because that is all I will think about the whole time I am out. I AM NOT WEARING A BRA. I WISH I WAS WEARING A BRA. Plus Saren and Harper had both been sleeping in shorts and t-shirts and I only grabbed one light jacket on the way out for them (let this be a lesson to put your jackets blah blah blah...). Later on a few more people showed up and they were all in jackets and scarves and not pajamas and I felt stupid, like these people must get evacuated from their homes all the time and for them it's all just la-de-dah, and I must look like such a newbie, me with my bedraggled hair, braless under my shirt, with my ragamuffin kids.
In fact, some woman at Wal-mart handed us $9 as she was leaving and I feel almost certain it was because she thought we were a poor homeless family seeking shelter in the Wal-mart. Possibly not, because the Wal-mart greeter knew exactly what was going on because we told her and she offered us some money on her McDonald's tab to get some food while we were waiting (which was incredibly nice and Saren gave her a hug for it). So I'm pretty sure there was some sort of connection there. I think that nine dollars may have been the change from the greeter-lady's offer, and it kept getting passed around by people saying "no, no, you have it". Or something.
Anyway, eventually a bus came for us to sit in and wait and it wasn't too long after that that we were given the all-clear to go back home. Walking back we saw a whole bunch of people driving back. Which made me think that we were definitely the first people to be told because that original police officer had to ask whether we were allowed to drive out or not and must have just told subsequent people that it was fine from the get-go.
We passed a police officer who was rolling up yellow tape and I said, "So what was it?" He laughed and said, "A smoking bong." IT WAS A BONG. Sure, I am glad that there was not an actual explosive device right next to our house, but DUDE. IT WAS A BONG. Not a BOMB. Someone needs to get their ears cleaned out.
I was originally going to blog about how we all got sick, but totally not at trick-or-treating time, just before and after, but the trick-or-treating sucked a lot because half the houses were empty (foreclosed), half of them weren't participating, and half of them were handing out hershey's kisses from 1985 (that's 150% of the houses right there!), but all that got pre-empted by A BONG.
Later on I need to blog about my October reading choices and what's going on with the foreclosure and such. Don't let me forget.
Read Pat's POV of this incident here.
Last night I was lying in bed attempting to go to sleep when I noticed flashing lights coming through the bedroom window in between the cracks in the curtain and landing on the ceiling. I went out to the kitchen to look outside and investigate and I saw a police SUV parked a couple of house down and a cop walking down the street (in front of my house) toward it. I shrugged and went back to bed.
A couple of minutes later I hear KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Now that's a police knock if I've ever heard one. Which I haven't. Unless maybe on TV. Still, I knew who was on the other side of the door. They knocked once more before I was able to get my glasses and get out of bed and to the front door. Pat was right behind me. I opened it up and two police officers told me that they were having everyone in the neighborhood go down to the Wal-mart down the street because there was an explosive device at the park. Not "there may be an explosive device" or "a possible explosive device." That is definitely not what they said.
So, I'm like in immediate action mode and I say to Pat, "Get the kids," and we did. Saren was upset about the cats and I told her we couldn't worry about them. The girls put on shoes (but not their normal ones and let this be a lesson to put your shoes on the shoe shelf every time you come in the house because then you know where they are (sorry, can't resist momming out there)) and we left.
We walked because I didn't want to take the time to find Silas's recently pooped on and then washed but not replaced car seat cover and put it back on the seat. The cop had said we could take our van but that was why we didn't. I regretted it later because we could have spent all that time hanging out in our van, nice and warm. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So we got to Wal-mart and we figured we must have been the first people who were notified because we were all alone for a long time. Makes sense since we are the closest to the park. I was wishing I had asked if we had time for me to get some stuff because I surely would have loved to have an elastic for my hair and a bra. Please don't ask me to go out in public without a bra because that is all I will think about the whole time I am out. I AM NOT WEARING A BRA. I WISH I WAS WEARING A BRA. Plus Saren and Harper had both been sleeping in shorts and t-shirts and I only grabbed one light jacket on the way out for them (let this be a lesson to put your jackets blah blah blah...). Later on a few more people showed up and they were all in jackets and scarves and not pajamas and I felt stupid, like these people must get evacuated from their homes all the time and for them it's all just la-de-dah, and I must look like such a newbie, me with my bedraggled hair, braless under my shirt, with my ragamuffin kids.
In fact, some woman at Wal-mart handed us $9 as she was leaving and I feel almost certain it was because she thought we were a poor homeless family seeking shelter in the Wal-mart. Possibly not, because the Wal-mart greeter knew exactly what was going on because we told her and she offered us some money on her McDonald's tab to get some food while we were waiting (which was incredibly nice and Saren gave her a hug for it). So I'm pretty sure there was some sort of connection there. I think that nine dollars may have been the change from the greeter-lady's offer, and it kept getting passed around by people saying "no, no, you have it". Or something.
Anyway, eventually a bus came for us to sit in and wait and it wasn't too long after that that we were given the all-clear to go back home. Walking back we saw a whole bunch of people driving back. Which made me think that we were definitely the first people to be told because that original police officer had to ask whether we were allowed to drive out or not and must have just told subsequent people that it was fine from the get-go.
We passed a police officer who was rolling up yellow tape and I said, "So what was it?" He laughed and said, "A smoking bong." IT WAS A BONG. Sure, I am glad that there was not an actual explosive device right next to our house, but DUDE. IT WAS A BONG. Not a BOMB. Someone needs to get their ears cleaned out.
I was originally going to blog about how we all got sick, but totally not at trick-or-treating time, just before and after, but the trick-or-treating sucked a lot because half the houses were empty (foreclosed), half of them weren't participating, and half of them were handing out hershey's kisses from 1985 (that's 150% of the houses right there!), but all that got pre-empted by A BONG.
Later on I need to blog about my October reading choices and what's going on with the foreclosure and such. Don't let me forget.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Superhero Princess, Bear
I had a small budget for Halloween, but after going over on groceries and a few other things, it dwindled away to nothing, so all the kid's costumes have to be put together from what we have around the house. Saren is going to be a gypsy and already has everything she needs, though some jewelry would be a nice addition. Harper is going to be a cat using the wolf costume that Saren wore a couple of years ago, since it looks like a cat costume anyway and did from the beginning. Irina said something different every time I asked her what she was going to be. Sometimes she just said nonsense words, so she really was no help at all. Yesterday and today I came up with this superhero costume. If you call it a superhero princess costume it really makes her happy. If you call out "help!" while she's in the other room, she'll come and save you.
(I could have waited until she had taken a bath and washed the marker off of her face and I could have tried to find a less cluttery background, but I didn't. So sorry.)
Total cost: Zero dollars! I totally made the cape and the skirt (not very well, but good enough!) from my prom dress. I had been holding on to that thing for years because my mother made it and it was purple and lovely, but I finally decided that I would turn it into some dress-up clothes the other day when I was going through my giganto box of mementos. I figured now was as good a time as any. The 'I' and the crown were from felt and elastic I already had. She's got a dancing leotard thingy over a purple shirt and then Silas's babylegs to top (or rather, bottom) it all off. I think it all looks pretty good for a couple hours' work.
I also made this wonky hat thing for Silas. I will probably make him some pants too, but if I don't it doesn't really matter to Silas. He pretty much hates the hat anyway.
(I could have waited until she had taken a bath and washed the marker off of her face and I could have tried to find a less cluttery background, but I didn't. So sorry.)
Total cost: Zero dollars! I totally made the cape and the skirt (not very well, but good enough!) from my prom dress. I had been holding on to that thing for years because my mother made it and it was purple and lovely, but I finally decided that I would turn it into some dress-up clothes the other day when I was going through my giganto box of mementos. I figured now was as good a time as any. The 'I' and the crown were from felt and elastic I already had. She's got a dancing leotard thingy over a purple shirt and then Silas's babylegs to top (or rather, bottom) it all off. I think it all looks pretty good for a couple hours' work.
I also made this wonky hat thing for Silas. I will probably make him some pants too, but if I don't it doesn't really matter to Silas. He pretty much hates the hat anyway.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
20 minutes of Silas's life
Sitting Up
Lying Down
Very Earnest in the Production of Spit Bubbles
Not Happy
Nursing
Asleep
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