Thursday, April 29, 2004

We've been busy lately doing spring things. No illnesses per se have hit us, but Greg did sprain his ankle on Monday night. He was helping our daycare provider's husband move a playset and he just stepped wrong.

Of course, that was the same night he got our lawnmower back just for the night from the repair/tuneup place, so I went out and mowed the yard. I like mowing, as long as it isn't hot, and it wasn't this night. Good thing, too, because it took forever. There was an awful lot of grass in our yard (and weeds, and dandelion blooms, and dog poop, since a popular walking route runs alongside our house).

Greg has been limping around the house and work ever since and he says it doesn't feel better. Sigh. We must be cursed or something.

Julia is having adventures in food. She'll be nine months old tomorrow and she's experiencing new food flavors almost every day. Yesterday, she had baby lasagna for the first time. She voted no to the noodles and yes (or at least OK) to the sauce.

Her favorites (besides the plain fruits, of course) are the fruit/meat combinations. Mmm-mm. Ham with apples. Chicken with pears. Chicken with apples. Beef with carrots--of course that's not a fruit, but carrots are sweeter, so you'd think she'd be OK with it. Nope. It's not fruit and she knows it. And it's amazing how much orange baby food can stain a bib and clothes.

And so much is orange--carrots, sweet potatoes, squash, beef with carrots, garden vegetables (carrots, potatoes, peas all together), peaches, peaches with mango, mango with apples, you name it. Am I making any of you hungry?

Well, consider this. Orange baby food leads to orange baby poop. I'm going to just leave that thought there, thank you very much. Have a good day!

Monday, April 19, 2004

I've been sick again. Yeah, yeah, who cares.

Today I served a pizza lunch to 683 people. Well, I made the arrangements for 683 people at work to have pizza, to celebrate a large order we received from a company I won't name but whose initials are UPS.

It's enough business to keep about 1/3 of our workforce busy for about 8 months. Worth celebrating. And thank god the pizza party is finished now and we had enough pizza for everyone but not too much left over.

Our bill for pizza, just for the city that I work in, was almost $1700, without tax. We gave them a $40 tip. That's 2%. Before I get nasty e-mails from waitstaff and delivery people, I want to state that we based the tip on information from one of our supervisors who works at Pizza Hut nights delivering pizza.

He said that $10 per driver would be a respectable tip but not outrageous. Gosh, they only toted around 162 pizzas, no big deal!

I should add that I am in absolutely no hurry to see sausage, pepperoni, or cheese anytime in the near future.

Monday, April 05, 2004

An acquaintance of mine was robbed last week.

She lives, along with her husband and their two kids, in a two-story house with a partially exposed basement. Both the basement and their kitchenette area have sliding glass doors.

In the middle of Thursday night, she woke thinking she had heard something. When she didn't hear anything else, she went back to sleep. In the morning, she went downstairs and her slider was slightly open and the door to the attached garage was partially open.

She said she never even considered that they had been robbed; she just thought one of the boys had left the sliding door ajar and the wind or suction or something had caused the other one to open.

She got ready for work and was set to leave. That's when she realized that she couldn't find her purse. Even then, she said she didn't think robbery. She just thought she must have left it in her car.

When she went in the garage, she found that the door from the garage to outside was open also and that her purse was not in her car. That's when she figured out what had happened.

The thief had come up on their deck, got in through the slider (which she can't swear was locked, but she thinks was), stole her purse and her briefcase, and left by way of the door to the garage and then outside. The police found muddy men's size footprints and no fingerprints.

There were four other houses hit on our side of town the same night. Did I mention she lives two blocks from us?

She lost $5 cash; that's all she had in her purse (and she and her husband are both lawyers!). She had taken most of the papers out of her briefcase to work on and hadn't put them back, so she didn't lose much work-wise. Though she knew not to keep her social security card in her purse (you all know not to do that, right?), she did have a paystub in her purse. Of course, her social security number was on her paystub.

She and her husband have signed up for some kind of monitoring service on their credit cards that watches for fraudulent charges and other signs of identity theft. And they bought curtains for their basement sliding door. And deadbolts for the doors into the garage and into the house from the garage. And they're faithfully using bars in their sliding doors now.

She says she lies awake at night listening. She can't stop thinking about what might have happened if the thief had decided to come upstairs, after her husband's wallet, for example.

The biggest loss, of course, is their sense of security. And some of mine, too.

Friday, April 02, 2004

Another week has gone by. The only good thing about that, I suppose, is that it's closer to spring and the weekend.

Last weekend, we took Allie to the ballet as planned. She loved getting dressed up and getting to go out with Mommy and Daddy while Julia had to stay home (though she really likes our babysitter too).

She was eager to get into the theater and we showed her our watches to let her know how much time was left until the show started. We sat in the front row on one side.

Then the music started, the lights went down, and the ballet started. She did wonderfully. She asked questions, but did it quietly and not very frequently. She stayed in her own seat (unlike last year when she was afraid of the folding seat and spent the show on our laps). She knew the basic story this year, too, so she was waiting for the crocodile.

It was very nice, except for the annoying little girl behind us (who was old enough to be told to behave and do it), who continually asked loud questions about what was happening. And her parent answered back just as loudly and very, very frequently. I almost wished Allie would do like last year when she shushed the people behind us. We should have spoken up, but what do you do at a kids show.

Afterwards, we took Allie out for ice cream. She loved that best of all, though she did start complaining that her dress shoes hurt (she had nasty red marks on her feet, we unfortunately found later).

It was wonderful and I think we'll do it again, but I have to admit that it didn't have the same sense of magic as last year. My expectations were too high, though. How can you expect that your daughter will always be as thrilled as she was the first time she saw theater.

I guess we'll have to look forward about two more years, when we can take Julia!