Friday, December 22, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
nighty-night wii
No joking here ... My son could not be talked out of his choice of bedtime story, tonight.
Are you ready?
It was the Best Buy Wii catalog/magazine. (The one you get in the store, not the sales flyer in the paper.) Yes. There I sat on the couch, this evening, describing some of the pictures of games to him. I felt ridiculous, but he wouldn't even discuss changing his choice of story. Darnnit ... I wanted to look at that later, and now he has it in bed with him...
My son is two and half, and said,"dehtjsu god fo mawio" in his prayer this evening. Thank goodness he prayed for his Papa Brown and Mama, too, or I'd be really worried.
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This all parallels a desparate search for a Wii. My husband wants one for Christmas. I believe him when he says somethingliek this is good. He loves to "game" (as they call it...), and used to work for a video game company. He's no dummy ... I did my own short-term research, too. I decided it was likely a good buy, and decided to go ahead with things. Unfortunately, this started this past Sunday (17th). Friendly advice: When someone tells you something is sold out everywhere, believe them. You are not going to find it in Sticksville, or anywhere else. Don't bother calling Best Buy or Toys R Us. They are so completely sold out, they've added this bit a trivia to the recording that picks up their phone, when you call the store. Toys R Us online might offer a bundled package, but it's not likely that you really want to pay that much for a bundle including games you'd never buy without the bundle. Don't bother with Circuit City, Target, or Wal-Mart, either. Wal-Mart may be offering a Wii gift card, but it ain't the real thing. I've got a bid in on one on Ebay, but since I'm not willing to pay more than the $300 minimum bid, I'm really not holding my breath ...
Wii shall have to wait until January for our game play.
Are you ready?
It was the Best Buy Wii catalog/magazine. (The one you get in the store, not the sales flyer in the paper.) Yes. There I sat on the couch, this evening, describing some of the pictures of games to him. I felt ridiculous, but he wouldn't even discuss changing his choice of story. Darnnit ... I wanted to look at that later, and now he has it in bed with him...
My son is two and half, and said,"dehtjsu god fo mawio" in his prayer this evening. Thank goodness he prayed for his Papa Brown and Mama, too, or I'd be really worried.
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This all parallels a desparate search for a Wii. My husband wants one for Christmas. I believe him when he says somethingliek this is good. He loves to "game" (as they call it...), and used to work for a video game company. He's no dummy ... I did my own short-term research, too. I decided it was likely a good buy, and decided to go ahead with things. Unfortunately, this started this past Sunday (17th). Friendly advice: When someone tells you something is sold out everywhere, believe them. You are not going to find it in Sticksville, or anywhere else. Don't bother calling Best Buy or Toys R Us. They are so completely sold out, they've added this bit a trivia to the recording that picks up their phone, when you call the store. Toys R Us online might offer a bundled package, but it's not likely that you really want to pay that much for a bundle including games you'd never buy without the bundle. Don't bother with Circuit City, Target, or Wal-Mart, either. Wal-Mart may be offering a Wii gift card, but it ain't the real thing. I've got a bid in on one on Ebay, but since I'm not willing to pay more than the $300 minimum bid, I'm really not holding my breath ...
Wii shall have to wait until January for our game play.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Fun, Fun, Fun 'till the roaches take the bread away
Yes, cockroaches. In my kitchen. Two different kinds. I am often disinfecting countertops and sinks ... I'm paranoid about that sort of thing ... but, this week, I think I've disinfected, boiled, washed, disinfected again, bleached, disinfects, washed more times than snowflakes on my porch. I've called our association, because I want an eterminator in here, and I'm guessing it's not just my unit that needs attention. Here's hoping they actually pay for it. (hahahahaaa! I'm so funny.)
(normally, I'd insert a picture of the topic, now ... but I've been staring at these pictures all week, trying to identify and learn about my new pets, and they make my sking crawl ... I've decided to spare you that. You may thank me now.)
On the bright side, I have a brand-new-shiny stainless steel (with a lid) garbage can and many pretty (and very expensive) new containers for cereal, pasta, and other misc. food items.
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On an entirely different note, I've started my son's very first "potty chart." For those of you not familiar with the concept, it's very simple. Every time he puts his pee-pee in the potty, he gets a sticker to place in that day's column, on a chart. When the chart shows the required amount of stickers (this week it's 2), on each day of the week, a treat has been earned. I thought it would make it more tempting for him, if he knew he could pee standing up ... so I tried to tell him, and position him for the deed ... he thought I was a very silly, silly mama. Here I am, putting him on a step stool, lifting the lid to the toilet, and trying to show him how to direct his pee into the potty ... my daughter (who cannot mind her business) keeps peeking around the corner and giggling. I said to my son that this is what Daddy did sometimes, and my daughter yells out,"Daddy doesn't do that!." --To which I responded, "yes he does, he just closes the door, first." This, apparantly, was a suprising and new revelation. My son, giggling now and trying to instruct me that the seat should be down, still thought me loony. When I related this to my husband, he laughed and said he supposed he could understand how I thought it was an enticing novelty, but asked me to please not encourage our son to do this for at least a few years. He was anticipating pee being sprayed everywhere. Funny, but in my
efforts to make this whole thing "fun," I hadn't thought of that...
<--------------- the cat gets it ... how hard can it be!?
(normally, I'd insert a picture of the topic, now ... but I've been staring at these pictures all week, trying to identify and learn about my new pets, and they make my sking crawl ... I've decided to spare you that. You may thank me now.)
On the bright side, I have a brand-new-shiny stainless steel (with a lid) garbage can and many pretty (and very expensive) new containers for cereal, pasta, and other misc. food items.
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On an entirely different note, I've started my son's very first "potty chart." For those of you not familiar with the concept, it's very simple. Every time he puts his pee-pee in the potty, he gets a sticker to place in that day's column, on a chart. When the chart shows the required amount of stickers (this week it's 2), on each day of the week, a treat has been earned. I thought it would make it more tempting for him, if he knew he could pee standing up ... so I tried to tell him, and position him for the deed ... he thought I was a very silly, silly mama. Here I am, putting him on a step stool, lifting the lid to the toilet, and trying to show him how to direct his pee into the potty ... my daughter (who cannot mind her business) keeps peeking around the corner and giggling. I said to my son that this is what Daddy did sometimes, and my daughter yells out,"Daddy doesn't do that!." --To which I responded, "yes he does, he just closes the door, first." This, apparantly, was a suprising and new revelation. My son, giggling now and trying to instruct me that the seat should be down, still thought me loony. When I related this to my husband, he laughed and said he supposed he could understand how I thought it was an enticing novelty, but asked me to please not encourage our son to do this for at least a few years. He was anticipating pee being sprayed everywhere. Funny, but in my
efforts to make this whole thing "fun," I hadn't thought of that...<--------------- the cat gets it ... how hard can it be!?
Thursday, December 07, 2006
better late than never ...
As promised ... a little late, ribut better than never! Allow me take you on a tour ... to the left you'll see the pumpkin I carved. I'm very proud of myself, so please feel free to oooo and ahhh. On the right you'll notice the lovely purple wizard robe sewn by my very own hands. The black one was sewn by my mother. It needed to be drastically cut down from the pattern, and veteran sew-er that she is, took on the task. I'm breaking some of my own rules, here, to show you these pictures ... go ahead and remark on how cute they are...------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Happy Birthday to my daughter ... this castle is my first time working with fondant. I liked it, but wouldn't mind another crack at it sometime ...
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We visited family at Thanksgiving, and had our annual trip to Chocolate World ... I get very nostalgic there.
Friday, December 01, 2006
snowed in
It took my daughter's antics to get me out of my blogging funk. I absolutely had to write about it. Every school in the Chicago area is closed. It's windy and cold and the snowhas been coming down all night. My daughter is soo excited that she actually got up, got dressed and came into our room wearing a spring jacket, asking if she could go outside to play. It was
6:30am. Too funny. It's 8, now, and the snow is still coming down. Every 15 minutes or so, she asks if she can go out, yet. No way. No how. I am not standing out in the bitter wind and snow while she plays. If that makes me a monster, then call me Sully or Mike and get over it. Now that I'm actually typing again, I guess maybe I should do this thing up right. Updates, apologies and promised pictures. On second thought, I think I'll make it a second entry, and I'll try and do it later on today...
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