odds and ends and archives

I’ve been under the weather all week. I either have meningitis, bubonic plague or a sinus infection.

Advil PM has been my friend while Cranky McCrankyPants has been my arch-nemesis. It’s been hard to concentrate on writing a post, so if you were looking for my freshly narrated goodness yesterday, you now know what’s what.

To that end, a few updates: by lottery, Jordan is accepted into Camp ReCreation for a weeklong summer camp in July. It’s the affordable one I mentioned a few weeks back that has the 1:1 camper to counselor ratio. I’ve got about 20 pages to fill out and I’ve got plane tickets to buy, ground transportation to arrange and a one very warm sleeping bag to add to my Internet shopping cart. She’ll need all new stuff, and I need a PayPal button on my blog for all the millionaires who find my blog searching for porn who may want to help a special needs kid enjoy a well stocked week in California.

Animal Crackers Dog Day Care has stolen my puppy. Call us any time, indeed. Why would they even tell me that if they didn’t mean it? [UPDATED] With bewildered apologies to Animal Crackers, it turns out they’ve been trying to reach me on my home phone. I never answer that thing, and sometimes forget I have it. It’s installed only for the kids to call 911 if ever necessary. Kidnapped dog alert: [off]

I had to solicit the peanut butter side of this PB&J sandwich to help me finish my blog design. He’s working on the header and a few other elements like the read more graphic at the bottom of each post excerpt. Who knew a full time job, three kids and a dog were such spare time killers? Q loves me.

Choosing a random post from my archive, you get to read this one:

100 Most Played, March 2008

Hey, no…be not dismayed. I’m not about to list 100 of the most “exciting” things about me. Just using that title to tell you I changed my [iTunes] dynamic 25 Most Played playlist to 100 Most Played and I am wondering what took me so long to become part of the goodness of playing 100 of my current favorite songs while cleaning my apartment.

Yes, most people when it’s time to pack just get right to the packing. I have to clean first. Not because of the perfectionist thing. I claim no perfection when it comes to organization. I’m cleaning first because it’s a mess around here. Instead of packing from off the floor, I think I want to organize it and, dunno, wash a dish or two before moving everything to the new apartment.

Did you know you can take your handwash only laundry to the dry cleaners and the cleaners will hand wash them for you? You could have slapped me silly when I overheard this woman bringing in her beaded sweater and asking specifically for Rodrigo to wash it for her because Rodrigo always does such a good job on her stuff. While the woman and Rodrigo proceeded to engage in oral sex on the counter, I ran home and grabbed all my sweaters and hand wash only shirts. Who the fuck knew this and never told me? I pay people to do stuff I do not like to do. I need a hand wash only t-shirt that declares that in bold print.

So I promised the kids that if they helped me clean up today, I’d take them to the movies in the morning for Horton Hears A Who. Which I just figured out today is not Horton Hatches The Egg, my favorite Dr Seuss book. Anyway, Jon Alex has been sick, so he was unavailable for cleaning and very good for lying still and complaining. Jordan got her laundry together. Then my dad called. My “help” is now at the grandparents eating barbeque and watching The Temptations biography for their 1,000th viewing. My dad’s house is always spotless, so they are doing no cleaning while there. Ask me later if we end up going to the movies anyway. I’m waffling.

Back to cleaning. Thanks for the break!