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What a brilliant mom.
No, not me. 🙂
Mom Has Son Sign 18-point Agreement For iPhone
Dear Gregory
Merry Christmas! You are now the proud owner of an iPhone. Hot Damn! You are a good & responsible 13 year old boy and you deserve this gift. But with the acceptance of this present comes rules and regulations. Please read through the following contract. I hope that you understand it is my job to raise you into a well rounded, healthy young man that can function in the world and coexist with technology, not be ruled by it. Failure to comply with the following list will result in termination of your iPhone ownership.
I love you madly & look forward to sharing several million text messages with you in the days to come.
- It is my phone. I bought it. I pay for it. I am loaning it to you. Aren’t I the greatest?
- I will always know the password.
- If it rings, answer it. It is a phone. Say hello, use your manners. Do not ever ignore a phone call if the screen reads “Mom” or “Dad”. Not ever.
- Hand the phone to one of your parents promptly at 7:30pm every school night & every weekend night at 9:00pm. It will be shut off for the night and turned on again at 7:30am. If you would not make a call to someone’s land line, wherein their parents may answer first, then do not call or text. Listen to those instincts and respect other families like we would like to be respected.
- It does not go to school with you. Have a conversation with the people you text in person. It’s a life skill. *Half days, field trips and after school activities will require special consideration.
- If it falls into the toilet, smashes on the ground, or vanishes into thin air, you are responsible for the replacement costs or repairs. Mow a lawn, babysit, stash some birthday money. It will happen, you should be prepared.
- Do not use this technology to lie, fool, or deceive another human being. Do not involve yourself in conversations that are hurtful to others. Be a good friend first or stay the hell out of the crossfire.
- Do not text, email, or say anything through this device you would not say in person.
- Do not text, email, or say anything to someone that you would not say out loud with their parents in the room. Censor yourself.
- No porn. Search the web for information you would openly share with me. If you have a question about anything, ask a person—preferably me or your father.
- Turn it off, silence it, put it away in public. Especially in a restaurant, at the movies, or while speaking with another human being. You are not a rude person; do not allow the iPhone to change that.
- Do not send or receive pictures of your private parts or anyone else’s private parts. Don’t laugh. Someday you will be tempted to do this despite your high intelligence. It is risky and could ruin your teenage/college/adult life. It is always a bad idea. Cyberspace is vast and more powerful than you. And it is hard to make anything of this magnitude disappear — including a bad reputation.
- Don’t take a zillion pictures and videos. There is no need to document everything. Live your experiences. They will be stored in your memory for eternity.
- Leave your phone home sometimes and feel safe and secure in that decision. It is not alive or an extension of you. Learn to live without it. Be bigger and more powerful than FOMO—fear of missing out.
- Download music that is new or classic or different than the millions of your peers that listen to the same exact stuff. Your generation has access to music like never before in history. Take advantage of that gift. Expand your horizons.
- Play a game with words or puzzles or brain teasers every now and then.
- Keep your eyes up. See the world happening around you. Stare out a window. Listen to the birds. Take a walk. Talk to a stranger. Wonder without googling.
- You will mess up. I will take away your phone. We will sit down and talk about it. We will start over again. You & I, we are always learning. I am on your team. We are in this together.
It is my hope that you can agree to these terms. Most of the lessons listed here do not just apply to the iPhone, but to life. You are growing up in a fast and ever changing world. It is exciting and enticing. Keep it simple every chance you get. Trust your powerful mind and giant heart above any machine. I love you. I hope you enjoy your awesome new iPhone. Merry Christmas!
xoxoxo
Mom
I am Frazz!
Interesting Statistics
Just for shits and giggles, this morning I decided to look at some of the website statistics. I know it doesn’t get a lot of traffic since it’s really just a friends and family website (and mostly family at that), although I do publish links to Twitter, where anyone can see them…but I found a few interesting things.
- This week there have been 82 visits and 168 page views. I wonder just who is reading the blog, since that’s obviously more than family.
- The countries that have visited my site this month? United States of America (96.95%), Canada (2.44%), and Poland (0.61%). Poland?
- I got a referral from a page called Payday Links which has a link to my old page of retail customer rants (which is no longer published, but may be again some day when I get time).
- Two search engines brought people to the site: images.google.com (80%) and bing.com (20%).
- People searched the keywords “kid belly button” and “snoring animals” on Google to get here. Huh? I did those same searches just to see what comes up, and my site is nowhere that I can see.
- The top three browsers used are Firefox (38%), Safari (26%), and Chrome (16%).
Toddlers are Hard!
The 15 Hardest Things About Raising a Toddler
These are three of my favorites:
Getting Out Of The House/Being Out Of The House
The hours between 6am and 9am are the worst for me. The grind of feeding, cleaning and dressing two toddlers and then hauling them out of the house with the proper toddler accoutrements and strapping them into their seats just about does me in. All this, to get out of the house.Low Self-Esteem
You have to be on your parenting game when dealing with toddlers. They are sneaky, wily sons of guns. And yet, I find this period of time a point at which my self-esteem is at its lowest both physically and mentally. The baby weight should be gone – it’s not. I should have more energy because they’re sleeping more at night than they did when they were babies – I don’t. I’m MORE tired. I should trust my judgment more because I’m a couple years into this whole thing but I don’t. I just end up constantly questioning my parenting decisions because these years are so formative.Potty Training
Not to mention trying to teach a wild animal to crap in a hole. I think I’d have an easier time training my dog to poop in the toilet.
Sushi pizza
I was at the computer and happened to be looking at the pictures on the Wow Sushi page on Yelp. Owen came up and saw this picture and said “Wow! Pizza!!” I said No, it’s sushi—so he says “Ohhhhhhh!!! Sooooooshi!” 🙂
Update your bookmarks!
If you bookmarked the blog since it’s been revamped, you might have a link that includes a bunch of numbers and a strange userid (the address I needed to use until all the background stuff was taken care of). It will still get you to the same spot, but if you want to change it, it actually appears as www.hudson2001.com now!
Email notifications FYI
If you sign(ed) up for email notifications (I can’t tell), I just wanted to let you know that if you opted for immediate notification (instead of once a day or whatever) you might not be seeing the entire post. I often make changes right away (I blame mommy brain, often forgetting all that I wanted to say) but the notification has already been sent out. So I recommend either clicking the link and reading it on the website or opting for the once a day notifications.
Happy 39th!
My birthday started out wonderful…I got to sleep in until 9:30 (thanks to Katie getting me up at 5 to eat and “wish me happy birthday!”), Owen said “Happy Birthday Mama!” all on his own (I wonder how much instruction that took!), Tom made waffles for breakfast, and I had a Facebook wall full of birthday wishes from friends and family waiting for me!
After a nice lazy day of hanging around the house with the fam (and publishing my updated blog!), my day was topped off with a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday from my niece and nephew (Gabrielle and Robert), reading my entire wall of Facebook birthday wishes, and CLEAN SHEET NIGHT! I’m a lucky girl! 🙂
Happy birthday to me!
Well, it’s been a long and tedious road, but the day is finally here: my blogs have been migrated, completely revamped with new themes and widgets, and now live at the main website—www.hudson2001.com—instead of a specific blog address (so change your bookmarks!). All of the content is the same, though the Blather and Owen/Katie blogs have been merged! And I’ve even added a lot from the pages that were on the website before (like Tom’s writings and photos from Iraq and our “new” house stories). However, one slight change with content is that the Recipes blog is currently locked. Long story…but they may be going away now that technology will let me compile and access them in a better fashion.
I have to give mad props to my friend, Tori, who basically did all the heavy lifting on this project—and I can honestly say it would NEVER have gotten done if it weren’t for her. Migration sounds easy, but is a total pain in the ass. That said, this blogging platform (WordPress) is a lot more involved and easier to use (behind the scenes—not for you!) so my life just got a lot easier.
Since the blogs were out of commission for about three weeks, I had A LOT of posting to do in the past two days…but I think I got completely caught up. Thanks to Tom for keeping an eye on the kids all day for almost two days so I could knock it out. There is still some tweaking going on behind the scenes, but nothing you should really notice. Let me know if you run across anything really weird or glitchy.
If you want to get emails when new posts are made, you will need to enter your address over there to the right—your old subscriptions from the old blog are no longer valid.
Enjoy!
😀
The best things I did today.
The best things I did today. [Link dead as of 6/9/2016.]
Sooooo much this. Exactly.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when my hubs comes home from work and the house is messy, there’s no real plan for dinner, the kids are acting wild, and I’m stressed and overwhelmed, and he has the nerve to ask me, What did you do all day?
As if taking care of three children, one of which is attached to my breast every two hours, isn’t enough in and of itself. Thank.you.very.much.
….
It can be so frustrating. To feel like I’m not getting anything done. To look at my To-Do List at the end of the day and realize I can’t check anything off the list. To realize that tomorrow will likely be very much like today.
But here’s the thing. Life with little ones pretty much never fits into the neat little boxes we form in our minds. When you have little kids around the only thing you can pretty much plan on, is that things will not go according to plan.
And even though those plans I make are all good things, I cannot forget that the best things are what I get to do every day.
10 Things I Worried About Before Giving Birth That Didn’t Matter At ALL During Labor
http://blogs.babble.com/b…l-during-labor/
Hilarious blog post that anyone who has given birth will surely appreciate. Click through the link for the whole story, but here are a few of my favorites (even though I personally wasn’t worried about them):
My water breaking
I was utterly frozen with fear that my water would break at the most embarrassing possible moment. Like, in the middle of a business meeting, in the checkout line at the supermarket, while having sex with my husband (although, of course, who’s really having sex during the time in which they think they might be eligible for their water to break?).As it turns out, when I was pregnant with my older daughter, my water broke at 2 in the morning when I was dead asleep and it took me four hours, three books, two calls to my obstetrician and, ultimately, a test in the hospital to determine that, yes, in fact, my water had broken and I hadn’t just peed the bed.
In retrospect, given that only something like 13 percent of pregnant women actually have their water break, it was a pretty silly thing about which to worry.
What to wear
What to wear? What to wear? This isn’t the prom, people. The jig is up. I’m giving birth for chrissakes. What I’m wearing is whatever the hell is going to get that baby out of me fastest and with the least amount of pain.What I’m wearing? Sheesh.
Everyone looking at me down there
I was all insecure at my vagina hanging out for so many people to see, what, with nurses and doctors and other strangers walking in and out of the hospital room.
When it came down to it, however, I was all, like, “If you staring at my vagina is going to get this thing out of me faster, then let’s make it the 8 p.m. showing at the local movie theater. Hell, let’s turn it into a freakin’ national release.”
Toddler Plus Diapers
So in researching diapers for Owen in case he gets any bigger and the size 6s no longer fit, I ran across a site that I thought would be the answer: Dignity With Diapers that sell “Toddler Plus” sizes. Except what the hell? The sizes listed are 28-42# and then 65-85#. Of course, Owen is right in the middle at about 52#. And the regular diapers we currently use are listed as 35+ so I’m not sure how 28-42# would be any better. Ugh.
He HAS GOT to get potty trained. :**:
Facebook Status Updates
- There’s nothing quite as disheartening as losing weight, going to buy new pants, and NOTHING fits—even in your old bigger size. WTF?!
- I’m ready to call it quits already today. Everything is driving me insane and I want to scream. It’s a good thing these days are rare…
- I just watched Brokeback Mountain. Welcome to 2005.
- I finally finished a book at Shutterfly only to realize upon final edit that I had two empty pages in the middle. #firstworldproblems
- One thing I miss about Michigan? Not being able to easily get my favorite Traverse City wines.
- How long would 25# of rice last in your house? Our last bag was about three years. Recipes, anyone? #samsclub
- Oh my gawd. 21 Jump Street was freakin hilarious.
- It wouldn’t be a normal night at our house if we didn’t have to go in and get Katie at least four times after we put her to bed. I don’t know HOW she can store burps like she does…
- I never imagined the most productive hours of my day would be from 6:30–9:30am.
- Where do all the pacifiers disappear to?! We started with four and are down to two. In two weeks.
Wilmington Children’s Museum
We had been wanting to take Owen to the children’s museum, so Tom took today off and we headed over early. Once we actually found it (the address in Yelp was wrong, plus it’s in a quiet residential neighborhood with bad signage) it was pretty good.
Owen got to plant some basil with daddy:
He liked the circus mirrors:
And this mirror—“Look at all the Owens!”
Playing grocery store (he likes the buttons):
Here he got to be on TV with daddy via a green screen:
We had fun, but it’s not somewhere we’ll be rushing back to.
Sesame Street USO Experience
Since its debut in July 2008, the Sesame Street/USO Experience for Military Families has taken its message to more than 248,000 troops and military families and performed 433 shows on 131 military bases in 33 states and eleven countries.
We learned tonight that Owen really doesn’t do LOUD. (We know he doesn’t like sudden loud noises and in general he doesn’t like loud areas…but I was holding out hope.) So, yep, the Sesame Street thing was a fail. But let me start at the beginning…
We were in the third row on the end of the aisle. I was excited because it meant I could get good pics of the stage and Owen would be close enough to see. The mom next to me said “You know they come down the aisles right?” obviously warning me. I said no I didn’t know, but we’d see what happened (if Owen liked it or was freaked out). I loved the Sesame Street sign.
He loved seeing all the kids waiting in line and in the auditorium (“Look at all the kids!”).
He didn’t seem to mind the noise level of the auditorium (the first big challenge).
He loved that he got an Elmo spinny light toy (he LOVES those type of toys).
He let me take a picture (that turned out awesome).
He did awesome waiting the half hour—playing with the spinny toy and my phone (and the mom next to us even commented on how awesome his behavior was, compared to her 2yo monkey who wouldn’t stop climbing and moving).
But…he started saying DONE before the show even started. But it was a calm DONE, like a polite suggestion. I figured once he saw Elmo, maybe he would change his mind. Well, the first thing that happened was a guy came out to welcome everyone and give thanks to certain people…and Owen was okay with that…and I learned he apparently really likes clapping when everyone else is:
Then there was a video of the First Lady and Elmo, welcoming everyone and setting up the premise of the show. And he was okay with that. (This is one of the videos we saw.)
And then Elmo came out and it was LOUD and they started LOUD music and dancing.
And that’s when he became more emphatic with his HOME, DONE, and pointing. He would be excited momentarily when each new character came out, but it was still LOUD songs and he was not a fan. I kept trying to talk to him to hopefully calm him a little and get him through the music to where there would (hopefully) just be talking…but he alternated between putting his head in my lap (trying to hide) and pointing and saying HOME. I thought we might make it, but then he started whining and almost crying, so I knew we were done.
So about five minutes in (before the thing really got started—they were still in the warm up songs) I decided it was time to go and moved to get out of my seat—and he was off like a shot up the aisle, weaving through all the little kids in the aisle who were dancing, not even looking back for me. As soon as we got outside, he was completely fine, playing with his spinny toy and having a ball.
On the way to the car he started saying “Great job, mama, great job.” ❓ He’s been saying that lately and I assume he’s just parroting me saying it (I say it A LOT) but sometimes it’s appropriate for the situation. So I just thanked him, and eventually he said “Great job, mama, seeing Sesame Street.” So to him, he saw Sesame Street and he was just fine. 🙂
So in once sense I was disappointed (I kinda wanted to see the show—it wasn’t just for him!) but he was apparently happy AND we were out of there before it ended so we didn’t have to deal with the crazy traffic AND we got home in time for his bedtime AND at least we learned the lesson a cheap way (free tickets to something local), instead of traveling and spending $$$ on tickets for something in, say, Raleigh.
I’m guessing this is one of the areas we’ll be working on when we eventually start therapy. 🙂
A great food day!
Tom and I decided to go to Wilmington for an overnight trip…with plans to go out to eat, of course. Well, on the way there, we decided to stop at Jebby’s on 17 (that I spotted on Yelp)—a bar that was really REALLY good. I had She Crab soup, a fried oyster po’boy, and breaded fries (yes, breaded fries—they’re as decadent as they sound); Tom had the oyster stew, a fried egg/bacon/cheeseburger, and onion rings. All fresh and hand made (even the dressings and dips). We will definitely be back.
Then we got to Wilmington and decided to see if our friends were up for dinner—which they were, so we told them to pick the place. And we ended up at manna which was absolutely AMAZING. It was one of those menus that you didn’t know what half the items were but you knew they’d be delicious. And they soooooo were. I’d go back in a minute. Here’s what we ordered (don’t you love the names?):
- Bread & Butter—house-made bread with home churned manna butter
- (Me) Beet Box Salad—roasted beet & goat cheese terrine, field greens, orange supremes, pistachios, red wine, and ginger vinaigrette
- (Me) Iron Chef: Bobby Filet—seared filet of beef, housemade chorizo, confit of root vegetables, shaved brussels sprouts, sauce of porcini
- (Tom) Duck, Duck, Roots—confit of root vegetables, candied duck, olive oil, balsamic cardamom reduction, truffled cream, preserved lemon, spiced walnuts
- (Tom) The Porkshank Redemption—braised & smoked pork shank with chilies, cocoa, ras al hanout, almond & cilantro barlotto
Plus we all got to try each other’s dishes, so I got to try two other apps/salads (including a cheese & local charcuterie course) and three main courses (including lamb and grouper). Plus we all split a chocolate cake dessert.
Total food coma. But soooo worth it. SO WORTH IT.
The bonus? Our friends surprised us and picked up the check…so when we do it next (when both husbands are home from their months away), it will be our treat.
EWWWWWWWWW
Outside on the porch today, I happened to look up and see this. EWWWW. What the >:XX is it? I’m not sure I want to know, but it gives me the heebie jeebies. And it’s staying there until Tom comes home and takes care of it.
And leave it to my Facebook friends to make me laugh…
Paul O => Aliens
Lesleigh T => Ewwww
Tony K => Gorbachev’s eyebrows?????
Richard J => Don’t worry, they’ll eventually hatch…
Sara D => That right there is a fine pair of Muppet larvae.
Sara D => Or Chenille Pods.
Stuff I should do with my kid…
How to Land Your Kid in Therapy
http://www.theatlantic.co…kid-in-therapy/
Why the obsession with our kids’ happiness may be dooming them to unhappy adulthoods. A therapist and mother reports.
By Lori Gottlieb
Consider a toddler who’s running in the park and trips on a rock, Bohn says. Some parents swoop in immediately, pick up the toddler, and comfort her in that moment of shock, before she even starts crying. But, Bohn explains, this actually prevents her from feeling secure—not just on the playground, but in life. If you don’t let her experience that momentary confusion, give her the space to figure out what just happened (Oh, I tripped), and then briefly let her grapple with the frustration of having fallen and perhaps even try to pick herself up, she has no idea what discomfort feels like, and will have no framework for how to recover when she feels discomfort later in life. These toddlers become the college kids who text their parents with an SOS if the slightest thing goes wrong, instead of attempting to figure out how to deal with it themselves. If, on the other hand, the child trips on the rock, and the parents let her try to reorient for a second before going over to comfort her, the child learns: That was scary for a second, but I’m okay now. If something unpleasant happens, I can get through it. In many cases, Bohn says, the child recovers fine on her own—but parents never learn this, because they’re too busy protecting their kid when she doesn’t need protection.
Craigslist. Again.
We have a single dryer listed for $600.
Someone emailed about our washer/dryer set today. Yes, our set. And wanted to pay $500 for both.
SERIOUSLY?!
What’s so hard about reading the posting? Which was EXTREMELY direct in saying it’s a dryer for sale for $600. Not a set. And not both for $500.
GRRRRRR.
Craigslist…AAAARRRGGGGHHHH!
I had a brand new item listed (complete with all the info Amazon has on it plus pictures) and some women emailed me about it, and scheduled her husband to pick it up today. There was no price negotiation at all, so I was thrilled. THRILLED!
So fast forward about five days to today, an hour before he’s supposed to pick it up, and he emails me and asks for more info, how much it sells for new, is the item new, what are the specs, etc.
Um, what?
Haven’t you already looked at the listing? And how is it MY responsibility to tell you how much the item sells for new? So I sent him the link and said I really didn’t have any more info, and was he still coming to pick it up?
His next email was asking if I’d take half what I was asking.
>:XX
NO.
NO NO NO.
Not 30 minutes before you’re supposed to pick the damn thing up and NO because you could have negotiated a week before and NO because apparently you’re an idiot and couldn’t even read the >:XX listing.
Ironically, had he/she/they negotiated the price at the beginning, I would have been fine with it. And it IS Craigslist so I should just expect morons as a matter of course, but I just. cannot. stand. shit like that.
So then he emails back “Well if you change your mind, email my wife.” Yeah, no. I told him we’re moving in three days so I’ll just sell it on the other end.
Yeah, I could have taken the money and been done with it, but I refuse to deal with morons if I can help it.
Yelp ROTD–The Big Salad
TweetStats!
http://tweetstats.com/graphs/dailyblather
I love colorful graphs. And seeing interesting stats like these.
- I have averaged 3.3 tweets a day and 70 tweets per month.
- Most of my tweets are around 3pm (237) with 10am and 11am coming in a close second and third (217 and 215 respectively).
- Most of my tweets are on Wednesday (432).
- Replies (retweets) account for 13.08% my total tweets.
- The person I’ve retweeted the most is @SelfishMom (10).
- The person I reply to the most is also @SelfishMom (34).
- The top five words I’ve tweeted: Owen (230), www, took, main, mugshot.
- The top 5 hashtags I’ve used: #yelp (83), #cutetoddler (28), #iphone (25), #hmdwl (23), #ugh (20).
- I have had 85 twooshes (a 140-character tweet)!
Yelp ROTD–Peacock’s Poultry Farm
My turn at the ER.
It started innocently enough, doing dishes. Well, I wasn’t even really washing dishes per se—like the knife wasn’t hiding in soapy water (my mom taught me that knives never go in the water—they sit to the side). I was just washing the one knife, with a scrubby, under water. It wasn’t even dirty, it was just new and needed a cursory 5-second wash. But I wasn’t paying too much attention and I was trying to do it really quickly—and suddenly I felt a ZING! and saw blood spurt into the sink. Egads.
And there was sooooooo much blood (it’s a good thing blood doesn’t really bother me). It hurt but not like I thought it would. I was actually more ticked because I couldn’t see the extent of the injury due to all the blood. When I finally got to look at it, I saw that I sliced my fingernail at the base along with about a 1/2″ gash in my finger.
Then…the Twitter and Facebook posts commenced. 🙂
2:16pm I just cut my finger with a new knife. More blood than I’d prefer. #thingsthatmakemeswear
2:30pm See? Not TOO bad. Right?
2:45pm It’s bandaged now (with a spray of pain reliever and a big band-aid).
I was pretty sure I didn’t need stitches, but after seeing the picture, friends told me it might warrant a few stitches, but…
- I didn’t feel it was worthy of having Tom come home from work so I could go.
- I’m not good at deciding, having only gotten stitches maybe twice in my life (I think five total, including childbirth!).
- I was actually waiting to examine it more closely—to pull apart the skin to see how deep the slice really was—but I had to wait until it was REALLY done bleeding.
When Tom came home I unwrapped it to show him and it started bleeding again, and he told me I should go to the ER. Ugh.
6:34pm At ER waiting for stitches—Tom convinced me to go. At least they’re fast (waiting for a PA).
7:11pm Up next: tetanus shot, since I can’t remember when I last had one.
7:20pm Well I thought this was going to be a super quick visit—I was triaged and waiting for the PA within 10 minutes. Then it was 30 minutes before they took me to the minor care center. I’ve been here 25 and have seen the PA but am waiting for my tetanus and then the stitches. Hopefully the rest goes more quickly as I didn’t eat dinner.
7:33pm I wish I knew why it took 30+ minutes to get a tetanus. At this rate I’ll be home at midnight. 🙁 Otherwise, I like this place.
7:44pm Harnessing the power of posting… How long does it take to get stitches? (I posted re: the tetanus and had it 5 min later.) #knockonwood
8:14pm I’m all numbed up. The PA was awesome. She said lacerations are her favorite thing and she loves doing stitches. Lucky me! It was neat watching her efficiency…and thinking that numbing agents are awesome, because I should really be able to feel that needle sewing me up! (I had warned her that I might need more than the normal amount of anesthetic—recounting my birth story—but I ended up only needing the usual amount.)
8:20pm Five stitches (which brings my current lifetime total to 10).
8:35pm I guess 2 hours round trip wasn’t bad (from my house back to my house), but it felt soooo much longer. The PA said that tonight was really busy, but you’d never know from how un-busy it looked.
The funny thing is, I’m all about doctors and medicine and having someone be able to fix something, but I really didn’t feel my injury necessitated a trip to the ER. I told the PA I didn’t want to take up valuable time and resources for what was essentially a CUT. She said an ER visit was definitely warranted. Especially if it cuts into the nail (had I cut more of it, she would have had to take the whole nail off!). Well, now I know.
I can’t believe all the normal day-to-stay stuff that is hindered by having this finger out of commission. Like using any silverware, unscrewing jars, putting in contacts (I use that specific finger), writing, picking up Owen, typing, etc.
I’m just glad it wasn’t worse.
Frecklebox deal at Plum District today!
https://www.plumdistrict.com/?ref=ub74d7667d83
I posted about Frecklebox way back on April 16, 2010 so I was thrilled when I saw them as today’s deal at Plum District!! I plan on ordering Owen a lunchbox to keep all his cars in when traveling!
Another Craigslist Idiot
So I have a DVD box set listed. Some guy emailed me asking if I would take X and I replied I could take X + $5 and he agreed and gave me his number. I looked it up just for shits and giggles because I didn’t recognize the prefix—and it was from somewhere about an hour away…but I figured maybe he worked in the area and would pick it up next week.
So I called and left a message saying today before 2, tomorrow, or next week. He texts back tomorrow would be better…and oh, can I meet him halfway? Um, NO. My listing clearly says PICKUP ONLY (yes, in all caps and bold). I didn’t let on that I knew where he was (because it doesn’t matter) and I told him, Sorry, no. Then he says “Well I’m two hours away so it would cost me [price of item] to come get it.” I tell him my listing said where it was…so I assume he doesn’t want it now?
IDIOT. :##
My Yelp Breakdown
Who doesn’t like fun statistics with colorful charts and graphs? These are various breakdowns of all the [so far] 277 reviews I’ve done at Yelp.
