I am sitting in my living room waiting with bated breath for the UPS fairy to deliver Harry Potter 6. This is SO EXCITING! It's 7:00 in the morning and I have already checked my shipment from Amazon, and have already cursed UPS because Amazon told them my book was ready to be picked up at 5:00 AM and it's not been picked up yet. Lazy bastards!
This is a very special weekend. I arranged with Mr. Me a month ago to have this weekend off of all duty and responsibility because I must sit and read! Until it is all done! All 5 inches of book in smallish type and single spaced! I must know what happens. So Mr. Me will be packing up the Little Man and hitting the road the minute - The Minute! - that UPS comes to our door. They shall go to the land of Grandma and Grandpa and I will be left in peace to bury myself in a book. Which is my definition of a perfect, wonderful weekend.
Yeah, I realize that Mr. Me is married to a geek too. And I don't care!
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Snippits
The Little Man is growing in leaps and bounds it seems. He's really started to crack me up. Some of my favorite moments . . .
This child has more personality in his little finger than any one person is rightfully allowed. Man, do I hope I'm ready for him.
- I learned that he is starting to pay attention to body-part labels when my cousin walked in during bathtime and said something about him having his daddy's ears - and he pointed to it! So far we're good with ear and belly, and sometimes nose and mouth. He normally stick his finger UP his nose to point it out, but that counts in my book.
- I was trying to sleep in one Sunday morning on my dedicated morning off of childcare, but I about rolled out of bed laughing when I heard the Little Man thundering down the hallway with his father in hot pursuit yelling "Put . . . the pizza. . . down" in Gene Wilder style from Young Frankenstein (except he was talking about a candle)
- The Little Man vocabulary is growing, but limited. I'm hoping it's this - and not pig-headed stubbornness - that makes him think everything is a ball. Moon, wheels, anything remotely circular is christened a ball, and he'll argue with you until he's blue in the face defending his point.
- My Little Man has decided he is Trader Vic. I have no idea where he got this concept, but if you have something he wants, he'll go get another item that he thinks you might want and see if you'll trade him. If you have the toothpaste tube (that you've taken away from him for the 108th time), he naturally wants it back and so will go get your keys off the table, bring it in and see if you'll give up the tube for the keys. In his concept of trading, this works with food too. If you have sausage - his favorite - on your plate, you can rest assured that if he's in arms length you'll soon see a grimy piece of potatoes/egg/grapes on your plate and the sausage will be gone, gone, gone.
This child has more personality in his little finger than any one person is rightfully allowed. Man, do I hope I'm ready for him.
Geeks Anonymous
Oh dearie dear, how I have not posted in the while. I have had several posts written in my little noggin, but I'm currently sharing the laptop with the wireless connection with Mr. Me and it has been Questing night after night after night. So, no posting for you.
Yes, I am married to a geek. A true blue, tech absorbed, game playin', Cheetoe munchin' geek. So much of a geek that my cousin got me a t-shirt that says 'I *heart* my geek' on it for Christmas - and I wear it in public. Why deny the painfully obvious, eh?
When I came home from work the other night he was the most excited I had seen him in quite some time. I asked him what his deal was, and he said "I'm growing potatoes". Now, you must understand that as far as the both of us are concerned, gardening and outdoor work in general is for the birds. We manage to keep the yard mowed (more often when the neighbor boy stops by and offers to do it for us) but that's about the size of our outdoor effort unless something is an obviously falling apart or might get us turned into the city.
So, you might understand why the growing potatoes thing did not compute. Until he informed me that he's now allowed to farm online in the game he plays. "I've got 19 potatoes so far - they're all in little bags ready to sell. Isn't that cool?" Gardening is all good - even exciting! - when done electronically.
And I'm so very sure this won't be the last time I shake my head in disbelief at my husband.
Yes, I am married to a geek. A true blue, tech absorbed, game playin', Cheetoe munchin' geek. So much of a geek that my cousin got me a t-shirt that says 'I *heart* my geek' on it for Christmas - and I wear it in public. Why deny the painfully obvious, eh?
When I came home from work the other night he was the most excited I had seen him in quite some time. I asked him what his deal was, and he said "I'm growing potatoes". Now, you must understand that as far as the both of us are concerned, gardening and outdoor work in general is for the birds. We manage to keep the yard mowed (more often when the neighbor boy stops by and offers to do it for us) but that's about the size of our outdoor effort unless something is an obviously falling apart or might get us turned into the city.
So, you might understand why the growing potatoes thing did not compute. Until he informed me that he's now allowed to farm online in the game he plays. "I've got 19 potatoes so far - they're all in little bags ready to sell. Isn't that cool?" Gardening is all good - even exciting! - when done electronically.
And I'm so very sure this won't be the last time I shake my head in disbelief at my husband.
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