August 22nd, 2008

Out, Out, Damn Ants (and a word from my husband)

We have been invaded by ants. They started out as little tiny ants and then grew into these big, intimidating, black ants. We thought we had them under control. A few strategically placed Hot Shots ant traps, and the party wa sover. Or so we thought. We came home after a cool outing with the in-laws, and to my dismay there was a meeting of the ants, well, EVERYWHERE. I was disgusted and after beating the hell out of a dozen or so of them, my husband went to the stor to buy more traps and some spray. Now I know that children and bug spray don’t mix, but I when weighing the odds, killing the ants seemed safer than letting them shack up with my daughter in the house. So, we opened all the windows, closed SWHS’s bedroom door (where for the first time in a week she was sleeping peacefully), and went to town spraying the hell out these disgusting insects. And after poisoning our lungs, we laid traps behind the furniture. Then, I took a shower, grabbed the little one and took her into my fume-free room where we could both sleep without gagging.

I only saw ants in the living room and kitchen, but I need to check the bedrooms too. I om going to be on a cleaning mission this weekend, so ant’s beware. But if the spay and traps don’t work, I am going to call the landlord and demand that he get an exterminator.

In other news, read a totally awesome post from my husband.

August 15th, 2008

When it Rains…

SWHS was suffering from Croup but it traveled to her lower lungs and has become Bronchitis. Bronchitis means asthma attack which means nebulizers treatments and prednisone and hyperactivity. To boot, hubby and I both came down with the flu- during the summer. By the way, a tooth broke and I am certain that I have at least 6 cavities, but I had to cancel the dental appointment because munchkin was in the hospital.

Then, my blog broke and I spent the better part of today, trying to figure it out.

So, now, at 7:13 PM, I am off to bed.

July 20th, 2008

Back it Up, Yo!

Dear Slick, my PowerBook G4 13″ Laptop:

I know you have been used and abused. I know that your body is bruised and somewhat irreversibly damaged from slave labor, butter-fingers, a hostile work environment, and toddler obsession. I know that you have given me 4 years of love, honor, and respect. You have gotten me through 2.5 years of tedious grad school study, educational PowerPoints, and even fights with the hubby. You have made me feel useful, what with your needing me to turn you on and off, wake you up from your much earned cat naps, and keep you free from viruses and even trojan warfare.

Sometimes, when I get really stressed out from the daily grind, I imagine that we have run away together to the land of Memory and Power Unlimited. I dream that I can actually use you without the power cord that we have both come to rely on so dear. And then, in my reality, I create reasons to touch you, just so that you know you are not alone. I know that you will continue to run for me even when you are desperately in need of rest, and that makes me feel so warm inside.

And because of all that you have given me, I must offer you my deepest apologies. You need an external hard drive. You are in overload and every day you beg me for relief, but I have been unable to listen. I promise that I will help you out as soon as I repair all of the holes in my pockets.

Your loving and loyal partner,
Kristina Brooke

July 20th, 2008

OK, So We Never DID Have Her 2nd B-Day Party

There. I confessed. Despite sending the birthday invitations and planning the whole thing, we had to cancel. We moved the weekended of her party and between finishing the packing and getting everything into the new place, it was impossible to actually go through with her Music Soiree.

And now, months later as I was looking at the overly cute invites, I find myself feeling very guilty. She deserves a party. I didn’t really have anything special on my birthday as a child. My mom would take my sisters and me to dinner, but my oldest sister had a small case of “Me! Me! Me” and so she had to feel special too. Additionally, my other sister was born the day after me (she was older though) and for some reason that meant that we had to celebrate like twins (and often dress like them). I even got married on my birthday just to give that day some importance.

I want my daughter to have a better life than that. I want her to know that she is special and every year of her life should be celebrated. I want her to know that birthdays’ are fun and they give us something to look forward to: a day that is all about us.

Is it too late to have a party? Her birthday was in April.