annoyed

but of course

I had to go and mention that John is a pretty good sleeper because all hell has broken loose. Last night it was party time at 1:30am until oh, 4:30 or so. Normally on a Friday morning, this wouldn’t be so bad because I could sleep in; however, today we had to go for his 4 month checkup. So now he’s cranky because he’s overtired, teething and had shots today. It’s been full of awesome. I was hoping he’d just pass out and sleep all morning, but alas, it was not meant to be. He’s finally settled down and sleeping in his crib. Hopefully that will last more than 20 minutes.

too hard, who knew?

Apparently, it’s impossible for a supermarket bakery to make a cake that is "not in the book". We called them all and explained that we wanted a custom cake that was not in any of their books; we just wanted a cake that looks like a ladybug. But they all either flat out said "No" or went to look in the book anyway and then said no.

I’m looking at a bakery brochure for one of the supermarkets, and it has a whole section on birthday cakes and says "Your next birthday party is sure to be a smash. We have cakes for everyone in mind — just pick your favorite theme! Or, if we don’t have exactly what you want we’ll help you design your own." (emphasis mine) Then to the right of that little quote is a photo of a cake with bees on it.  But this particular store was one that had a whole lot of trouble even understanding what we were asking for and Bren just said "You know, I don’t think this is going to work out" and hung up. Just not worth it to get a cake that I’d probably end up submitting to CakeWrecks.

 Maybe we just should have said, "Do you make round cakes? Do you have red icing? Can you put black polka dots on the red iced round cake?" But seriously, it should not be that hard.

All the stand-alone bakeries close to us "don’t do that" so we’re out of luck on that front. And I don’t need something along the lines of a Duff creation so I think we’re on our own. 

I don’t know that I’m going to attempt to decorate a round cake as a ladybug. I have zero confidence that the dots wouldn’t look like little mounds of poo. So I think the plan now is to either look for ladybug toys to put onto the cake, or to maybe decorate strawberries to look like bugs. Or something else entirely. Rest assured, no matter how pitiful the cake is, I’ll post photos.

 

so much for plans

This post was going to be about how awesome the new front flower beds look. But about halfway through digging out the old flowers and small, young forest that has sprouted there, I had to take a break, planning on finishing up after Bridget’s nap. And then it rained. And rained some more. And it’s still raining today. I hope it stops at some point.

why, oh why?

What the hell am I doing up? The smoke alarm upstairs decided that it was going to beep to let us know the battery was dying at about 4:15am this morning. I tried to go back to sleep — and normally this is not a problem for me — but I just kept tossing and turning. An hour later, I just decided to get up. My brain will just not stop working. It’s working overtime at the moment, figuring out how to code things for work and considering preschool for Bridget and how exactly  maternity leave is going to work…

Now, I’m just wishing we had coffee here in the house.

just my luck

We had been planning on visiting Brendan’s brother and his family this weekend in Texas. Unfortunately, seeing as they live across the street from the school that was just recently closed due to several cases of the swine flu, we won’t be going. What are my chances that we’ll get a partial refund or vouchers for our airplane tickets?

done

I’ve sort of mentioned the guy who lives down the street before. He and his buddies tend to test out their cars by running them down to the stop sign and around the park. It’s terribly annoying. And now that it’s spring, it’s become more prevalent. Granted, I’ve never been down there to tell the guy how much I hate it, but it just seems like common sense.

I’ve got nothing against a guy working on his car at his house and testing it out on the road. In fact, the guy across the street from Mr. Monte Carlo works on his bike from time to time, but it’s not every single day. I feel like it’s just gone a little bit too far at this point. To me, it seems like he’s running a business out of his home, fixing up cars/ATVs/motorcycles… So it’s not just him, but a bunch of people. This morning when I heard him run his car up and down the road, I just went ahead and called the police complaint line. We live on a street that has extra fines — because it is a cut through and has playgrounds. Hopefully a police presence will take care of the issue. 

 

ah responsibility

In the past few weeks we have:

  • had the truck inspected (it failed)
    • took it to mechanic, he "fixed" what turned out to be a non-problem with some extra grease and had the truck re-inspected (it passed)
  • had extra maintenance done on the truck
  • got a new roof on the house
  • had the house thoroughly power washed

The new roof was originally supposed to go up on Tuesday, but the foreman called and said he was sick, so they’d put it off until Wednesday. So Brendan and I changed our regular schedules around (we normally work from home on Wednesdays) and got childcare squared away. Then, we came home to roofers working on the house Tuesday evening. Not a bad thing, just unexpected. So it was out to dinner and to Target and hoped they’d be done banging for the day before Bridget had to go to bed. They were more or less. They still had to come out on Wednesday to finish up, so all our schedule shuffling was not for nothing.

Then today the power washers arrived. They have been here for approximately 2 and a half hours. I had no idea it would take this long and be as loud as it is. Thankfully, Bridget (who is getting a cold) is napping through it. The compressor is giving me a slight headache, however. Seriously, who would have thought it’d take probably 4 hours at the rate they are going to rinse of the house. It must be pretty freaking dirty. Maybe we don’t have beige siding after all! 

In short, we are not moving any time soon. Our assessment came and let’s just say that although the property tax rate has gone up a good bit in the last year, we’ll end up paying less this year than we have in previous years. SIGH. I suppose I should be thankful we can make our payments. 

really necessary?

The other day we got our converter boxes for the digital switch in February. You know, in case we at some point choose to live without cable (or satellite). And Brendan has been completely obsessed with getting it to work upstairs in our bedroom. I must first say that I’m pretty against having a television in the bedroom in the first place. But some people just need it — and Brendan is one of those people.

Last night he just plugged the box into the TV to see if we could get anything. Right, as if we just see if something just works around here. No way. I went to dry my hair and when I came back he was not in the room. He was down in the storage area in the basement looking for a damn antenna. Which did not work. Today he decided to get a new “fancy” digital antenna on his lunch break at work (for those of you paying close attention to the minutia of our lives, this is partially why he was forced to eat McDonalds for lunch). Guess what, that didn’t work either. After dinner, it was off to Best Buy with Bridget to get yet another antenna. I guess that didn’t work too well on it’s own either, because now there are wires askew all over our room. I had to duck under one to get in. It seems that he’s placed an anntena out in the crawl space above the roof on the short-side of the house, and maybe has another one going pointing in another direction towards the back window. I don’t think that’s working either. I just looked at him and said, “Seriously?” and left.

As long as it’s cleaned up before bed. I’m not trying to choke myself if I have to pee in the middle of the night.

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