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Preparing to Lose My Mind- Hurricane Sandy

Mental and physical preparations for this storm have been extremely stressful for our family. At first we said “screw it all” and considered leaving the area. But because I insisted that we take the dog with us, we had to find a dog friendly hotel. After calling around, the only affordable hotel with availability, that would accept a big dog, was The Red Roof Inn. Um, no thanks. If we can’t ride out the storm in a 4 star suite we’d rather stay home and risk death. That’s how we roll.

Once we officially announced that we were going to hunker down, I decided that we just had to have a camp stove. So my hunt began late Sunday morning. That was stupid. Apparently everyone else wanted a camp stove too, but they were smart enough to buy one in advance. At every store I walked in, the salesmen laughed at me like I was a pregnant woman looking to buy condoms “too late lady, too late”.

On my way out of one store, I heard the salesman say “Remember, camp stoves are designed for outdoor use. Make sure you’re in a well ventilated area because carbon monoxide..blah blah blah” That’s all I needed to hear. Right there I knew that a camp stove was not for us. I’m that OCD person that checks that their curling iron is turned off before leaving the house, at least 5 times – never mind worrying about carbon monoxide “the silent killer” (or is that hypertension?)

*NOTE- OH MY GOD, GUYS…as I’m writing this, the kids are constantly fighting and interrupting me…and we’re not even in the basement yet!!! Is there such a thing as an inappropriate time to drink on a day like this?

Sorry about that. Where was I? Oh yeah…

So over the past 24 hours, I told everyone that they were responsible for gathering what they thought were important items to take to the basement. We agreed on many things: flashlights, water, batteries, snacks, etc. But some of our priorities were not in alignment and that’s where the bickering began.

Our basement was getting filled to the gill and we had to make some cuts (the violin) and tough choices. It’s like that game: if you were going to be stranded on an island and could only take 1 thing, what would it be? In the end, I chose wine, Brian picked chocolate, Collin took 1,000 tiny Lego pieces that will wedge up our asses in the darkness, and Ana grabbed as many stuffed animals as her little arms would hold. (And Mr.Bojangles took his bacon flavored bone- if you care).

And get a look at our non-perishable food stash that is meant to sustain us in the event that we are stranded for a week or more…

No need for a can opener.

I’m guessing we’ve made some poor choices.

I can’t even imagine the evening that we’re in for. Wait, yes I can- the power will go out, the kids will wrestle, the dog will crap on the floor (in the dark), and there’ll be plenty of yelling and crying (both emanating from me).

When we emerge from this storm, I can almost guarantee you’ll see marks on the basement door where I tried to claw my way out.

I have to go now because everyone is in a tizzy and driving me craaazy! It’s getting increasingly hard to string sentences together.

If you’re in the Northeast too, stay safe, stay dry, stay sane! I’ll catch up with everyone when the power returns.

They asked, I answered

For this week’s Theme Thursday, myself and other bloggers are answering several questions that have been posed to us.  Some answers may be predictable, some might be surprising, and a few might be better read after you’re done eating.

Questions:

1.What’s the dorkiest thing that gets you excited?

The Dewey Decimal System!  There’s something about its order and predictability that just turns me on.  As a teenage, I spent many Friday nights at the library.  While most girls were on dates, running their fingers through their boyfriend’s hair, I was running my fingers through the card catalog.  As I got older, I would only date guys that were librarians because they knew how to turn me on – they’d start with my ankle…then my back…over to my chest…”Oh god, yes!  Alphabetize me!”

Then I discovered wine.

2.  What hidden/odd talent do you have?

I think this video sums it up. I’m available for birthdays and bar mitzvahs. (P.S. My best Marilyn Monroe impression)

Ankle Idol

3.  What’s the worse job you ever had?

I was an appointment setter for a door to door meat man (insert your own joke here). I sat in a 5×8 closet, making cold calls to people, selling them on the opportunity to possibly buy frozen meat. But you know, that still wasn’t as bad as the week I spent as a waitress.  They had 50 burgers named after famous people (Laurel and Hardy burger, the Catherine Hepburn burger, the Cheech and Chong burger…) and I was suppose to memorize them all during my free time instead of going to the bars with my friends.  Well, after day 5, I said “stick this job up your Three Stooges ass”.

4. If your readers met you in person, what would surprise them most about you?

That I don’t curse much in person, and never in front of my children.  It’s true god dammit!  What, you don’t believe that shit?

5.  Is there someone you wish you could apologize to?

Dear Denny’s staff in Burlington VT,

I am so so sorry.  It was an ill attempt by a very drunk person to hover over the toilet seat while peeing.  I really don’t remember the incident but my friend tells me that it was quite a mess. And that is why we suddenly took our Over My Hammy meal to go.

Sincerely sorry,

Kim

6.  What’s you guilty pleasure?

That’s easy, wine and chocolate…and giving back to my community.

7. Which skeeves you out the most: vomit, poop, snot, or pubic hair?

Vomit, no. Poop, no. Snot, if it’s smeared and dried. Pubic hair, intact – no, laying on the toilet – yes!  In fact, I even have problems eating the grain quinoa because they leave these little things behind when they’re cooked that look like mouse pubes.

8.  Is there anyone you’re secretly jealous of?

Pretty much anyone that gets paid to do what they love.  Of course, I would never wish them otherwise, I just want that too!  Don’t we all?

9.  What’s the grossest thing you found in your food?

I was once in a Vietnamese restaurant enjoying some kind of shrimp dish in some kind of weird sauce (Vietnamese cuisine sucks).  While I was chewing, I bit into something hard.  I pulled out of my mouth, what looked like a tiny tibia and femur bone.  I was horrified, but I made it do a little jig before I called the waiter over. He says, “Oh, haha, no worry. That just a frog leg.”  Then he walked away. Just. walked. away.  I think he considered it a bonus, like finding a diamond among shit.  He probably added a damn dollar to my bill.  Needless to say, I did not return.

10.  What do you want on your tombstone (the actual stone, not the pizza)?

I thought long and hard about this…

Here lies Kim

she made us laugh

a wonderful person

with a mighty fine ass.

 

Pop in and check out my friends’ responses. Click on the links under Theme Thursday, over there ——->

Date Night – fairy wands & crabs

Our gym offers a wonderful program called “Kids Night Out”, which is an evening that allows parents to drop their kids off from 6-9pm so that they (the parents) can spend 3 hours actually talking to one another without interruption or wiping an ass.

Prior to this past Friday, we had only done this once before. We sold our 8 year old on the idea by convincing him that it was an opportunity to go swimming, to play soccer, and to meet new and exciting friends. But when we picked him up and asked him to tell us about the cool things he did, he shoved this in our faces…

Make a wish! What? You wish your parents didn’t suck?

Unfortunately, he was an 8 year old among 4 year olds and as such, he was pressured into coloring fairy wands with broken and chewed crayons. I responded with “that stinks, but hey- you did a great job staying in the lines”. I think this only agitated him further because he walked away, leaving my high five hanging.

So it came as no surprise that we needed to do little bribing to get him into “Kids Night Out” again with minimum bitching. Ana, on the other hand, was happy to go. Here she is on the way to the gym…

An eye for an eye mom, an eye for an eye…

Yes, she’s reading the New Testament again. Though maybe “reading” is the wrong word, it’s really more like staring at me while turning the pages. I’ll be honest, it scares me a little. I keep waiting for her head to spin around and pop tarts to start spewing out.

So we dropped the kids off and headed to a nice wine bar/restaurant. We engaged in real conversations, composed of complete sentences and the occasional bad word. It was lovely. Then I happened to offhandedly mention a change in our weekend plans.

Brian: “What?! You’re dropping this on me now, while we’re out at dinner?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

Me: “My god, I’m sooorry, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Jeez, it’s not like I’m saying ‘I have crabs!’ ugh.”

Well, my retort wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t of raised my voice on the second half of that last sentence.

This is what the other diners witnessed…

Me- “I HAVE CRABS!” (while doing jazz hands, no less).

I think our friends (oh did I mention we were out with another couple?) were a little uncomfortable. I’m not sure if it was the sudden tension between Brian and I or the crabs announcement. The husband gave a nervous laugh and his wife opened her menu to hide her face, muttering something about trying the Schnitzel. What the hell is Schnitzel?

The meal concluded with my friend and I going to the bathroom. Instead of the usual stall set up, it was one of those big single bathrooms that’s decorated like a mini family room with the toilet in the center. This bathroom was clearly meant for entertaining, so she did what any good hostess would do, she invited me in to relax on the chaise while she peed. And then we traded places. I admit, it was a little weird. I mean the whole chaise thing was weird, not the peeing in front of each other. In fact, once you’re a mom, peeing in front of other people is the norm, it’s almost lonely otherwise.

After dinner, we picked up the kids. I breathed a sigh of relief that Collin wasn’t as pissed as last time. Apparently, the teachers took pity on him and let him kick a ball in the gym in lieu of macaroni art.

So, despite my crabs announcement, I consider it a successful date night…but maybe not for the couple that came with us, they probably have higher standards.

Spirited vs Spiritual

As you may have guessed by now, Ana is what some might call a “spirited” child. She’s adorable and charming but can be difficult when she’s tired, or it’s morning, or if the day ends in a “y”. So it was no surprise when I ran into a mother at the gym and we had the following conversation:

Her- I think our kids are in the same class at preschool, Ms. Natalie’s class.

Me- Oh yes, I recognize your son (no, I didn’t)

Her- All he talks about at home is Ana. It’s always Ana this and Ana that.

Me- Really? (how sweet- but I never heard of her kid)

Her- Yes, it’s “Ana wouldn’t let me in the kitchen”, “Ana didn’t want me playing with the play doh”, or “Ana said I could play with her today if I didn’t talk”.

Me- Oh gosh, that doesn’t sound like her at all (totally sounded like her). She was sick last week and she’s been so tired and grumpy. Sorry.

Her- Uh huh.

;

When we got home I planned on speaking with her. But before I could, this is what I stumbled upon….

Yes, that’s her on the pot, reading The New Testament. She received it from a man at the State Fair, back in July. It’s like he knew.

I figured she was looking for repentance, enlightenment, spiritual guidance. But then she looked at me like this…

Later, I found torn out pages littering the floor of our family room. Scriptures were everywhere!

I’ve concluded that she just likes the book because it’s little. Damn. I guess we still need to have that talk.

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