Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Lindsey wondered and wondered about this for some time, and then I made the mistake of telling her that once her Grandpa Horsman had a dog with three legs.
L: Why'd he have three legs?
Me, outside voice: Well, he had an accident with a car and hurt his leg so badly the veterinarian had to cut it off.
Me, inside voice: Why did I just tell her that?! What a horrible visual to give a child! I can't believe I just said that!
L: What did he cut it off with?
Me, outside voice: Uh...uhh...
Me, inside voice: Think faster!! You do NOT want your child waking up at night screaming about a saw.
L: I know, maybe he used doggy scissors.
Me: That's a good idea, maybe he did.
L: Was the doggy asleep so he didn't feel it?
Me: Yes, yes, honey, that's exactly right.
L: And was the doggy happy?
Me: Yes, he was a very happy dog.
L: Why doesn't Grandpa Horsman have him anymore?
Me: Uhhh...Look! We're at Target!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
This evening I got a jump start on dinner while Wayne attempted to take the two girls down to the park on their bikes. This involved helping one girl down one section of a block, having her wait at the corner, then running back and helping the other girl go down the city block.
The last little block we go down has a bit of a hill but not much. Still, for a novice biker you can gather speed quite quickly, which Marissa LOVES to do and Lindsey does not. So Wayne was going to help Marissa get down the hill first, since he wasn't confident she was going to wait patiently at the top of the hill, and then come back for Lindsey.
Wayne was halfway down the hill with Marissa when Lindsey decided she did not want to wait for him, so, being the conservative, conscientious little girl that she is, she got off her bike and began walking it carefully down the hill.
Through careful coordination, she managed to trip while walking and fell anyway, the bike rolling off into the grass on the other side.
She is the only girl I know who can have a biking accident while not actually on the bike.
When Wayne told me this story I laughed so hard I cried.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I was immediately swept back in time, about 20 years or so when we had to sell candy bars as a fundraiser for my high school band. I never put much effort in to it and could never convince my dad to take the candy bars to work, which is how many of my friends made many of the "highest fundraisers" prize list.
So instead I was resigned to walking around our neighborhood selling them door-to-door, or selling them to my own family.
And by my own family I mean me.
I believe that by the last year we were selling these damn candy bars I finally just plunked the box of candy bars in a corner of my bedroom. Whenever I wanted a candy bar I plunked 50 cents into the envelope and took one.
By the time our fundraising timeframe was over I had "sold" half the box and had $30 to turn in. I'll do the math for you: that's 60 candy bars, folks, one a day for every day of the two months of fundraising.
If only I had known then about Team in Training, I would've worked those 60 candy bars back off.
The one take-away I had from this experience was the power of saving just a little bit, every day. Hmmm....if I set aside 50 cents every day for 60 days, I would have 30 dollars! That's a lot to a 16-year-old in 1987. That means I could have:
- Gone to the movies 5 or 6 times.
- Bought three pairs of jeans and a pair of shoes at the thrift store at St Vincent de Paul, my favorite store at the time.
- Rented 10 movies at $2.99 each (including tax)
- Gotten my blonde streak in my hair re-bleached. (Note, I have naturally BLACK hair)
At least I didn't do what my one friend did. Her mom finally refused to bring the candy bars in to work, and instead of getting prizes for being the top fundraiser, she turned in a half a box of candy bars with an IOU that said, "I owe the band $30."