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Something to Say

As in, “I wish I had…”

But alas, most of yesterday and today I have had zero inspiration to write more then 20 words about anything.  So let me give you a few 20-odd-word snippets of thought tumbling about in my brain.

Christmas Tree Shops ran out of loveseat slipcovers.  This really disappointed me.  They were cheap and I need slipcovers.  Our couch & loveseat are in need of a good slipcovering.

I’m supposed to be at the in-laws’ right now for dinner, but sent the kids & husband over while I did the previously-mentioned errand.  I’ll leave to go there soon.

I am at a point where I would seriously pay upwards of hundreds of dollars for my son to sleep through the night.  But not yet at a point where I want to night wean him to accomplish that.

Peeps are yummy.

I might be getting a part time job.  Not because I need it, but because I want to.  More details as I feel like talking about it.

Eh, I guess that’s it.  I should head over the to in-laws’ before they eat dinner without me.

Black and white and read all over

I just subscribed to the local newspaper.

I probably should have a while ago – to learn more about the town and whatnot, since I’m new to the area. I told myself I’d regularly visit the newspaper’s website, there was no need to subscribe and receive the physical paper. And yeah, that didn’t happen.

The thing is, though, I despise newspaper. Not newspapers, mind you. I think the institution of the newspaper is worthy and wonderful and probably a couple other adjectives that start with “W”. I despise the physical news paper. The paper that you have to go outside in the snow or rain or cold or blazing heat to retrieve from your neighbor’s driveway because your paper boy is an idiot. The paper that you have to bundle up to recycle, and carry to the curb, and then you don’t do it for awhile and all of a sudden you are overtaken by the giant pile of old newspapers in your kitchen.

Frank’s going to detest this decision, at first. He’s going to complain and he certainly won’t read the newspapers. But then I’ll give him the $20 Best Buy gift card I got for subscribing and he’ll shut up for a little while.

Frank is collecting Best Buy gift cards. They are good gift cards, in that they don’t ever expire and they don’t start dwindling if you don’t use them. After this Christmas, I think he has over $400 in gift cards in his wallet. His boss has been good for a $100 for the last three years, and he’s gotten other random smaller ones from my dad, my brother, etc. I think he’s planning to buy a surround sound system with them, but Frank generally keeps his evil plots to himself. I’ll probably be none the wiser until one morning I’ll wake up to 5.1 surround sound goodness, because he’ll most certainly install the thing while I’m sleeping. Have I ever mentioned my husband is the undead? Well, OK, that’s an exaggeration, but he certainly has a thing for doing stuff at night and sleeping during the day.

But I digress. I think I’m ready to get the newspaper. But to be sure, I’m going to make these promises to myself:

  1. I will not let multiple days of newspapers accumulate on the front lawn.
  2. I will remember to suspend service when we go on vacation in April.
  3. I will religiously bundle and carry the paper to the curb every week to avoid bitching and moaning from my husband an avalanche of black and off-white.
  4. I will not let my son eat the newspaper.
  5. I will clip the coupons, and I will try very hard to remember to use them, and to only use the ones for stuff I would have bought anyway.

We’ll see how it goes. I’m not entirely optimistic. But it is local knowledge I lack, and local knowledge I am trying to acquire. Local newspapers are good for that.

Join the Party

The family and I attended the annual big Czech dinner get-together tonight.

Lest you think this is odd… my husband’s parents came to the U.S. from the Czech Republic in the late 60s (then Czechoslovakia). Since then they have accumulated a smörgåsbord of Czech friends, who all have kids, and there are lots of grandkids, etc. So once a year around the holidays they plan this big brunch or dinner and a whole bunch of jabbering Czech people come and catch up and eat and fawn over each other’s grandkids. They are nice people and it is generally a good time.

First gripe though, is that this event has grown, a lot.  It first happened 3 or 4 years ago, and maybe there were 30 people there.  I’d estimate today at least 70 people were there.  This isn’t a bad thing, except that those that plan it I think are consistently underestimating the attendance and the group ends up packed in a space too small, especially given the amount of mingling and number of small children running about.  This vexes me to no end, but at least this year we were all in one room, vs. last year where the restaurant had us in two rooms, and the elder folks decided one room would be all the grandparents and the other room would be the kids & grandkids.  Stellar.

Anyway, onto the whole purpose of explaining this.  In attendance today were 3 boys, I’d say in the 8-10 year age bracket, who brought along their handheld game system doohickeys.  Damned if these boys didn’t spend the whole four hours of the party with their noses in their laps, save maybe the 5 minutes it took them to wolf down their food.

I was nine once, and I remember how awkward it could be to attend adult-focused parties.  At that age, you’re too big to run around with the little kids, too small to expect adults to not talk to you like a preschooler, and you’re at a socially defensive age where it’s weird and uneasy to just chat up the kids your age that might be around.

But you know what?  You learn social skills by enduring those situations.  You might get to meet someone interesting.  You might get so bored that you do resort to running around with the little kids and find you have fun doing it.  At the very least you are forced to spend a bit of time with your relatives and family friends.

As a relatively new parent, I’m currently learning as I go, feeling out for me where I want to be on the Passive:Autocratic Continuum* and what works best for me and my family.  Please, though, if I ever become the kind of parent who is so permissive that I allow my child to act this way at a social event, please punch me in the face.

*(c) me, 2008