Buh bye, Irene.

Well, we’re here.

We went to our friend’s house last night for a hurricane party (basically a potluck dinner!)—something that’s a bit of a ritual, and which actually has been good luck for us as we don’t get hit with much of the expected weather. By the time we were leaving around 8pm, the storm had already been downgraded to a Cat 2 from a Cat 3, so that was good news.

If you hadn’t heard a hurricane was coming, you’d probably not even have noticed—there was just some light rain and a little bit of wind. By the time we went to bed around 11:30, we could hear it getting a bit busier, though some of that might just have been since we didn’t have the TV on anymore. 🙂

I woke up about 3am to go to the bathroom and it was definitely more fierce and I slept fitfully until 5:30 when the power went off (at which time Tom had to get up and turn off all the UPS backup units because they beep to let you know they’re using internal power—we had thought about turning them off before we went to bed, but we really didn’t think we’d lose power), and then I didn’t get much sleep until we got up at 8 (when we both woke up with a start with a huge blast of wind that shook the house).

Owen was a little cranky because he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t watch his shows or play with his puzzles (iPad), so we tried to explain that the big wind and big rain made things broken. He had his snack as normal and I tried to keep him occupied with his train set, some puzzles, and a few new toys. He told us when he was ready for breakfast and he had a normal breakfast (PB&J and yogurt!), played some more, and then went down for his nap at his usual time with no problem.

Tom wasn’t feeling well and had a major headache so he was already napping when I came in after putting Owen down. About 15 minutes later—after I had JUST fallen asleep—the power came back on (noon) and got us excited…except, of course, it woke us up from our naps because the house alarm was beeping an annoying “I’m ready again” beep and one of the UPS units upstairs was beeping. By the time we got them both fixed, the power was off again. I had just fallen asleep AGAIN when Tom’s cell got a text—which beeped twice because he didn’t look at it—and he was sleeping so didn’t even hear it (and hadn’t turned it off after the last beep which woke me up—GRR). So when the power came back on at 1pm, I had to go down and reset the alarm again…and my shot at napping was over since I had been awoken three times. Tom and Owen had no problems with their naps.

So for the rest of the afternoon we just kept our fingers crossed that we didn’t lose power again…and that the cable stayed intact (I was actually surprised it was up and running). We have a small tree blown over across the street and tons of leaves and small twigs around the yard but not anything I’d consider actual damage. The only thing somewhat “damaged” was when the screen came off our sliding screen door.

We did post this photo to Facebook about our damage… :p

Hurricane Irene Damage

We haven’t even really seemed to get that much rain—probably because it was coming down slow enough that the system could handle it (usually when we get a thunderstorm deluge, the drains back up and the streets start to flood—but we didn’t even see that). The rain and wind mostly tapered off before dinner.

A surprising thing? Maggie, our scaredy cat little dog who trembles at the mere thought of rain? She apparently can sense that there’s no thunder with this system and is pretty damn calm. She even went out twice to pee!

The best thing? Other than our house is still standing with no damage…we can return the $800 generator! WOOHOO!

Prepping for Irene

So we apparently have a hurricane headed this way. 😐 We’ve had them before, but this one is supposedly a lot worse, so we’ve been prepping…

  • I busted my ass yesterday cleaning out half of the garage so we can at least get one car inside.
  • The grill is strapped down.
  • The patio table and chairs are flipped and strapped down.
  • All Owen’s stuff (water table, slide, playset) is off the deck and in the garage—which, when he noticed this morning, prompted him to say “Oh no! What happened?” :>>
  • The freezer and fridge have been turned to the coldest temps.
  • We have moved what we might want/need to eat from the big freezer to the little freezer so we don’t have to open the big one at all.
  • We have flashlights and candles.
  • We have plenty of non-perishable food.
  • We have two full propane tanks for grilling.
  • We have two cases of bottled water (and gallons and gallons of other beverages if necessary).
  • Both cars are gassed.
  • Tubs will be filled.
  • Suitcases will be packed and pet crates readied—just in case we need to leave in a hurry.
  • I’m making sure laundry is done and dishes are clean.
  • We are buying a generator, just in case we have a worst case scenario. We don’t plan on actually having to use it (we can return it if it’s unopened) but we know we will feel better having it ready if we really need it.
  • On a lighter note, I washed and straightened my hair yesterday. I figure if we lose power and can’t shower, my curly hair would start to look really bad after a day or so. But if it’s straight, I have at least a week of it looking good! 😛

When Tom gets home early today (the base is closing at noon, except for essential personnel), he has to unhook the fireplace propane tank and we need to do one more sweep of the outside to pick up anything that could go flying.

We’re not in a flood zone, but areas around us are, so if we get the 12″ of rain they’re predicting, we could be stuck for awhile (some roads around here flood during a regular rainstorm). We have no big trees directly near us that could fall and be potentially precarious.

Wish us luck. We’re not terribly worried, but it has the potential to get interesting…so luck is always a good thing to have on your side.

=> If we lose power, we lose our new home phone (since it’s connected through the computer) so we’ll have to use our cell phones. Phone lines will likely be jammed, so I will post to Facebook and/or Twitter because texts go through much easier (I will also be able to email from the phone). That said, if/when we do lose power, we’ll only have one cell phone on at a time to conserve battery power.

Owen, where’s your diaper?

So I had left off Owen’s PJ bottoms since I had anticipated potty training activities today and wanted it to be as easy as possible. After the tantrum, I just left them off.

So imagine my surprise when I came upstairs with his pre-nap snack…and saw his diaper on the couch next to him! He was just sitting there watching TV.

WHAT?

Yeah, it’s the first time he’s EVER taken off his diaper!

So of course I proceeded to put that diaper RIGHT BACK ON. Lordy. I hope it doesn’t become a habit!

Credit card fraud, YAY.

Mint.com sent me a notice of a large transaction, otherwise I wouldn’t have discovered it until I checked my monthly bill weeks from now.

Apparently someone booked a trip and hotel to San Diego via getaroom.com with my Discover card using our old Michigan address and a cell number one digit off from Tom’s. Starting on our anniversary of all things.

I immediately thought it’s somehow the current tenants at the Michigan rental, but did we somehow leave a credit card behind? That got lost in a crack or a drawer somewhere? I just can’t imagine that. And all mail was forwarded (plus I get online statements only) so they couldn’t get an account number that way. And to have a number really close to Tom’s cell (123-456-2000 vs 123-456-2001) just makes it even stranger.

Ugh.

Discover is taking care of it, but it’s still a pain in the butt.

Owen is a rock star!

Owen is such a rock star when it comes to going out and about.

  • First, he loves car rides, and always asks for a car ride, so running errands is no big deal.
  • Second, he usually takes cars with him, so if he’s not in the cart, he’s playing on the shelves with his cars.
  • Third, when I say “Owen, follow me please / Pick up your cars / I’m walking away, come here please” — he does.
  • Fourth, when he’s sitting in the cart (usually in the basket, not the kid seat) he’s just so happy looking around and doesn’t mind me packing in stuff around him.
  • Fifth, he doesn’t get cranky when he’s looking at/playing with something and I make him move on.

We just got home from two hours of errands and it was no. big. deal.

//knock on wood//

In a nostalgia-related funk.

So this past weekend was my 20th high school reunion…which I missed. 🙁

Now, before you think I’m going insane because I actually WANTED to go to my reunion, let me assure you I am mentally stable.

Well, wait. At least in this case, anyway. :p

We had a great class—we had cliques of course, but everyone was still friends. And we haven’t had the typical five-year rotation of reunions—we didn’t have a 5, I went to our 10, and we didn’t have a 15—so it’s not like I was burned out on them. Besides, 20 is a nice round year to attend. And it was going to be convenient since we were actually living in Michigan!

But, as fate—or rather, as life in the military—would have it, after almost three years of living in Michigan, we moved back to North Carolina 1½ stinking months before the reunion. GRRRR. I have to admit, however, that a small part of me was ticked because I had wanted Tom to have to reciprocate for me having to go to his 20th reunion! :>

Anyway. People are finally posting pictures and it’s just bizarre to see everyone again. I mean, I’ve been keeping up with some of them on Facebook, but it’s different seeing them in pictures TOGETHER. Knowing I was thisclose to being there, as well. And everyone is saying what a great time they had.

/sniff

Are reunions the best thing ever? No.

Did I want to talk to every single person? No.

Would I have been a bit of a wallflower? Yes. (I am still an introvert, no matter what anyone wants to think.)

Would I have had a good time? Yes.

So, I’m in just a bit of nostalgia-related funk today…

Hi. My name is Jen and I’m addicted to sheets.

We are still unpacking boxes, and this weekend I discovered three more sets of king sheets. I had thought some were missing, but my linen closet was already pretty full so I didn’t think too much about it. So I counted my sets, and I have a total of nine—seven summer (cotton-type) sets and two winter (fleece) sets. Actually, 11 sets if you count the two crappy sets that we used for camping and are now pretty ratty and are used mainly for covering furniture when we go away. That’s too many for one bed. Maybe if we didn’t wash them right away and had a set as backup, but even then we’d need three MAYBE four.

Ironically, we still haven’t found the Queen size summer sheets [that were on the bed in the last house]—we found everything else that was ON the bed, but not the sheets. What the hell did they do with the sheets? I do know I only had two sets for that bed—one summer and one winter—so the winter sheets are on, just because I wanted to get the bed made. And I really don’t want to get started on the slippery slope of buying “just one more set” for that bed, because you see what happened with sheets for our bed. 😐

And then there’s Owen’s bed, the Full. Originally we had green and pink sheets (before it was his bed). I have no idea where the green sheets are, and I didn’t want him to have the pink (though we did use them at first), so I bought him boy-themed sheets. Then I figured we needed a backup pair, so I just bought some brown sheets. And then I found a pair of ivory sheets that I thought were the missing Queen sheets, but were Full. So now Owen’s bed technically has four sets. Five if the missing green ones show up.

Help me. I’m addicted.

More words…and short sentences!

I think he’s still technically behind in speech, but he’s continually progressing so we’re not worried. Here are the latest words…which brings us to about 328 total (and of course, I’m sure I’m still missing some)!

Ambulance
Black
Blocks
Brown
Bull
Burp
Car ride
Castle
Chocolate
Crash
Excuse me
Fart
Faster
Fence
Flashlight
French fry
Friends
Mack => Thanks, Cars!
Maggie move
Other one
Over there
Party
Sausage
Sneeze
Squid
White

I love Amazon but I also hate them.

I know I’ve bitched about this before, but Amazon is on crack when they figure your Amazon Seller shipping credit. I should only sell media because the media mail prices are pretty close—but anything else you get screwed on.

I sold a toilet seat this week. If I just shipped the box AS IS, exact size, no extra packaging, straight from the USPS site it gives me a price of $15.03 (so once I add packaging and insurance since it’s going to Alaska and I figure it has a higher chance of being destroyed), I’m at $17 and change.

Their credit to me? $8.49. Less than HALF of what it actually cost me.

PATHETIC. :down:

As they say:

Amazon collects a per-item shipping fee from the buyer and passes it on to help cover your shipping costs.

Help cover. Yeah, I guess you could say that.

I know I didn’t have to sell it via Amazon, and I still made money, but it just pisses me off.

Playing outside–finally!

He wanted to go outside for bubbles, and since it was fairly nice out (considering), I cleaned out his water table, put the slide together, and let him play. Of course, pretty much as soon as I had the slide up, he was on it!

As soon as I was done filling his table with water, he pointed to the hose, said “Hose. Water” and then made the sign for more.

And this was him hiding when I was trying to spray him with the hose!

I thought I killed Maggie.

She likes to go out, just not for long (obviously) when it’s this warm. So I put her out and went upstairs for maybe 15 minutes (it might have been a little longer, but it was definitely less than half an hour). I came back down to let her in and she was under the patio table (in the shade) but came to the door…except she was severely panting and stumbling around and OH MY GOD THE DOG HAS HEATSTROKE.

She got a drink and I immediately wet a towel and put it on her (damn NC water won’t even get remotely cool) and she kept trying to move but was wobbly and stumbling and OH MY GOD I’VE KILLED THE DOG.

So while I’m holding the cool towel on her, I debate calling the vet, but think I just need to get her cool so I Google on my phone and basically the wet towel is one step, and another is to get her under cool running water, so I carry her upstairs and put her in the tub, but of course it’s just lukewarm water—not cool at all—and she doesn’t like the tub, but oh well and she’s still panting and she still feels quite warm and all I can think of is HOW WILL I LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I KILLED OUR DOG. :'(

So I put a fan on and made her lay down in front of it while trying to get her to drink more (she didn’t). I kept following her around with the wet towel and after about 10 minutes she seemed to be doing okay (no panting, her skin wasn’t hot, she wasn’t stumbling anymore) and now she’s laying in her bed in the sun seemingly no worse for the wear.

Of course, I’m still freaked out that I damaged her irreparably, but logically I think she’ll be just fine.

And I learned my lesson—no going outside unless I am there to keep an eye on her. At least not until fall. :meh: