Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Phew! Things take a turn for the better....

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Ah, loyal readers. I am so sorry to have caused you distress and worry about my sad mental state these past few days. You will be happy to know that I feel better today, both physically and emotionally. I suspect one often follows the other.

Today was the turning point of our vacation, I think. I woke up feeling much better than I did yesterday and so my outlook was greatly improved. This morning, we took a trip to Solomon's Castle. It was too cold for the beach and we thought that this way-off-the beaten-track attraction would be interesting. Solomon's Castle was built entirely out of used stuff, or junk, if you will. The outside of the place is made from discarded printing plates from a local newspaper. And so it goes from there. Inside of the place, you take a guided pun-filled tour of Mr. Solomon's sculpture, also made exclusively from discarded materials. It was incredibly wacky and clever and just a delight. Mr. Solomon and his wife (his fifth, by the way) actually live in this "castle" and there is also a "luxury" room available for an overnight stay. Adjacent to the place is the "Boat in the Moat", a boat built by Solomon to resemble the Santa Maria. It is a restaurant and not a terribly bad one at that.

The trip to Solomon's Castle takes you over miles of VERY rural roads and that in itself was a sort of tonic for me. I was refreshed by resting my eyes on some lonely orange groves rather than strip malls. It was simply a nice little trip.

Later in the day we went to the beach and although it was a little chilly, okay, a lot chilly, we had a great time.

Tonight, we FINALLY found an excellent place to eat. Bella Roma was a superb Italian restaurant and it restored my faith in the dining here. Tomorrow we will try an authentic Peruvian place and the night after, our last, we will probably go back to Bella Roma.

Jack was an absolute delight for most of the day. What else can I ask for? Okay, maybe a lap pool and a really great gym, but I can have that when I go home.

Well, the Indiana/Duke Basketball game is on ESPN and I must go and see it. Our tickets are being used by our neighbor tonight but perhaps it is just as well. I suspect that IU is going to get smashed by Duke. So sad.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

The Charms of Florida

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Have I mentioned how very much I love Florida? Of course not. Because, quite simply, I DON'T. Apologies to my loyal readers who live in areas which must not be at all like those I detest. I have not visited you but I am sure that your taste in location is superb. Perhaps we should have visited you on this vacation, but we were shooting for warmer weather, which, by the way, we aren't getting terribly much of here.

Anyway, I am going to unfairly say that I do not care for this state, with the exception of Sanibel & Captiva Islands which have escaped the strip-mall/B-Movie look common wherever else I have visited here. Apparently those towns have some effective zoning. Perhaps George Carlin would not be able to say accurately that America was one big shopping mall if the rest of the country had good zoning. But alas, that is a topic for another time. If you don't like the superior cranky me, read no further. I am superior and cranky today.

Today is not a fair day to be taking the measure of Florida or the measure of anything else to be sure. I have been sick all day and it rained buckets for at least half of the day. I don't know what is wrong with me but I suspect- perhaps wrongly- that I had some sort of intolerance to the five hundred pounds of garlic that were in my not very expertly prepared pasta dish last night. Don't get me going on the food in this town. We will try again tomorrow night, we hope, with better results. I know I am incredibly spoiled and it is quite unbecoming to complain about a perfectly fine Florida winter vacation. But, I guess I will simply suffer being ill thought of for today. Check in again tomorrow to see if I have straightened myself out.

Jack is having a great time. That must be said. He LOVES the beach and is enjoying being away, as he mostly does wherever we go. He is a good traveller. But he has been very obnoxious for at least half of every day. Good thing that it is the early part of the dinner when we are in public he is as good as gold. And right now, he is quite charming as he plays a card game with Chris as I write. The solution is to go to a place that has a great kids' camp every day for the half when Jack might feel obnoxious. That way, Chris and I can enjoy some time alone and Jack can be heartily entertained. He loves that sort of thing. I seem to remember making that point strongly to my dear husband in the trip planning stages but he apparently didn't hear me. I thought his hearing was improving as regards myself, but apparently I was mistaken.

Well, that's enough complaining. Don't despair of my happiness, loyal readers. There are indeed wonderful things about this vacation...I just feel too tired and cranky to write about them just now. Perhaps tomorrow.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Here is the House that Jack Built

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We are in Florida and this is a picture of the sandcastle that Jack built today. Just kidding. We are in Florida but the castle that Jack built was more like a big mound of sand with a half moat around it.

I am way too tired to be remotely interesting or witty so I will keep this brief. We will be here for a week and we plan to do very little other than relax. We are staying in a tiny little "resort" near the beach, almost on the beach. It is a sleepy and relaxing place.

Jack is loving the beach. I got to read almost the entire Sunday NY Times today (the short version available outside the metro area) while Chris and Jack built sandcastles there. This was worth the whole trip for me. It has been ages since I got to sit down on a Sunday and actually read the paper at my leisure. I miss that paper. (Okay, so I miss the east coast...what can I say?) The pathetic Bloomington Herald Times can barely be called a newspaper so I rarely take the time to read it all. I catch up on the Times on line but it just isn't the same as having it in your hands.

Even though I did get to relax and read the newspaper for an hour today, I have to say this: Jack was incredibly obnoxious today until dinner time when he finally shaped-up rather nicely. I was ready to give him up for adoption but most of the couples here are far too old to consider such a thing. I love my kid but let's face it. A vacation with your five year-old is not that. My idea of a real vacation is either to go away alone with Chris (hasn't happened since Spain, two years before Jack was born) or to go to a resort where they have a great little camp for Jack. The latter is perfect. It would give us a chance to have an excellent family vacation and give me daily alone time with my husband or just by myself without feeling guilty that Chris wasn't getting time to relax. Okay, so I am a rotten mother...but at least I am honest.

Well, it is time to sign off. I am SO tired for some reason. Perhaps it is the sea air. More likely it is the two glasses of wine with dinner.

Drowsily yours,

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Wild Turkey

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When we lived in Connecticut, I came home one day to find a big wild turkey standing on the roof of Meg's car in our driveway. I ran to get my camera but was not fast enough. I wish I had that photo to post today. We used to have about twenty or so wild turkeys that strolled through our neighborhood in CT. I always thought it was so cool. Little did I know. The news is filled today with stories of wild turkey uprisings...mean little birds pecking at humans! Please. Do they seriously think that they can stop us from eating them?

Undaunted by these attacks, we ate some turkey today. Chris did a turkey breast on the charcoal grill and it was wonderful. The Thanksgiving dinner I made was not my best ever, but it was very good and miraculously, all dishes were ready at the same time. We ate quite early because Chris had to go to the hospital at 2:30 and work what we call the goofy shift. At least he won't be working Christmas. New Years, yes. But that has never been a big holiday for us.

Kate is in NY visiting her boyfriend and Meg stayed in Kokomo to be with her in-laws, so it was just Chris, Jack and me for the holiday. I considered really scaling everything back and having dinner in the kitchen, not making all the side dishes...etc...but, it felt wrong to me. I mean, why wouldn't you go all out for two of the people you love most? So, I prepared everything I usually do (minus the whole bird) and I set and decorated a formal table. Okay, we did a Dinosaur Thanksgiving motif for Jack, but it was lovely and seasonal. A sort of Martha Stewart does Thanksgiving at the Museum of Natural History. Something for everyone at the table.

In a way, it was a cozy and delicious day. Because we were not having other people over, there simply was less cooking/clean-up to do. Jack and Chris had time to go on a hike this morning. Often when Chris tries to take Jack on an outdoor excursion, Jack complains a great deal about, well, everything. This time though, it was just magic. They both had a great time. When Jack returned from the hike, he was so happy and unusually affectionate. He was cold so I made him some hot chocolate to warm him up. You would have thought that it was the best thing he had ever had. When he was drinking it, he was happy all over. Pure joy. I just wanted to freeze him in time and hold us all there forever.

On the other hand, this holiday was a little lonely. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I love the preparation of the traditional meal and all that goes into it. I love that it isn't a religious holiday and that everyone celebrates it. For as long as I can remember, we have had lots of people around our table. So, this year was different for me. It really made me think about friends and family. I wish we didn't live so far away. But, as my late friend Michele always said..."It is what it is."

This year I am thankful for many know, the usual, friends, health, martinis... I am also thankful that it isn't last year. At last Thanksgiving we didn't yet know that Chris would be having open heart surgery. I am grateful that THAT is behind us.

Well, time to bed. Tomorrow I will be busy getting us packed and ready for our vacation and I need to get my rest.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

My New Love

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Isn't she lovely? My laptop's operating system is ancient (does one computer year equal about one hundred human years?) and I couldn't upgrade it because of limitations inherent to the computer itself. So, Christmas is coming a bit early this year. I ordered an IMac today for my husband to give me for Christmas. Wasn't that nice of me?

In other news, I am happy to say that I believe that we have nailed down the concept for the Christmas Card this year. For those of you on our list already, you know what a project this has become for me and how much pressure your poor dear BloomingtonGirl is under every year as the holiday season approaches. I thought that all hope was lost this year but then a ray of genius entered my brain and VOILA! a concept was born. I hope that we can put it all together and get it out in a timely manner. If you aren't on our card list, don't despair. I will post the card here or you can get on our list by sending me an email.

Well, off to bed. Watched Empire Falls Part 1 tonight on HBO. Paul Newman is still a looker after all these years. What a class act he is.

More tomorrow between Thanksgiving preparations. Jack and I are going to make a mobile out of turkey drawings and other exciting crafts to brighten up our little holiday.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Home Town Hero

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This is a picture of Errek Suer, an IU junior who was a walk-on to the IU basketball team. Isn't he a cutie? He is a home town boy, having gone to Bloomington North High School and he is a whopping 5 feet 8 inches tall. Tonight he scored 13 points, including three three-pointers. The crowd went WILD. They go wild for any walk-on who has a hot game, especially if the walk-on is a short white guy. I love watching this kid play. He is so scrappy and focused. The other guys tower above him but he holds his own and then some.

Indiana crushed the Flordia A&M as expected but it was still a good game. We had Chris's group's seats tonight instead of our own season tickets. The group's seats are in the second row, just about in the middle of the court. The seats are shared among the partners. It is a really exciting place to sit. Our own seats aren't bad, but there is no comparison. The floor seats just spoil us. I looked into getting two floor seats for Chris for his birthday last year but I would have had to pony up five grand a seat just to get the opportunity to buy the seats. It is a (tax deductible) donation to the IU Varsity Club and supports the team. It isn't a one time deal, either. You have to write that check every year to keep the privlege buying the tickets. I guess if they can get it, they might as well do it. Lots of people are that wild for basketball around here.

I am amazed at how much I enjoy the games. The whole Big Ten thing is just a spectacle. The cheerleaders do some really impressive acrobatics and the band is wonderful. I just love the whole scene. I am actually learning a bit about the game as well. Who knew?

Well, I am off to bed.

Chinese Cyclists Sold Separately

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I don't know about you but I think it would be nice if we had a real president instead of a wanna-be action figure.
There. Got that off my chest.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

The Patented Kegel Master

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Hi folks. I just couldn't resist this one. My friend Michelle e-mailed me a picture of another device called the Kegelcisor. Of course, it prompted me to do a search for other such devices. You know me, I can't resist this stuff. Not to use, of course...I just gotta know what's out there.

Anyway, there was a myriad of products ostensibly designed to assist one in doing Kegel's exercises, but the most interesting and may I say tacky item I found was this one, the Kegel Master. Note the lovely lavender plastic rose in the photo and the lovely pastel color of the dildo, I mean device. Its retail price is $149.95 but if you order now, you can get it for $98.95 on some websites. One of the sites touts the KegelMaster "as seen on TV". Wow. It must be good if it has been seen on TV.

Here is an animated demonstration of how it works:

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Reminds one a bit of the old PacMan video game doesn't it?

Testimonials revealed that not only was this device easy to use, but it was "pleasurable " as well. I bet it is. But for that much money, I am certain sure that I can find a reasonable facsimilie in my kitchen. Perhaps the toaster tongs? Nah, made of wood. Could end up in the ER for splinters. You can't be too careful when you are a doctor's wife. You definitely do NOT want to end up at the ER of your husband's hospital with anything involving your vagina and another object. I think that I will skip this altogether.

In other news, I am off the muscle melters and I think that my affect is coming back. My back is much much better. I weigh fifty more pounds from eating and lying around, but I guess that is the price I must pay to heal.

Rome is on. I must go!

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Piano Recital

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My readers will be happy to know that I am much better today and can actually move around the house without yelping in pain. Many thanks to Dr. Deirdre for her phone consult. The muscle relaxers are doing their job magnificently. Can I have a glass of wine with them? It could only help, right? Feel free to leave your comment. I am still not 100% but at least I am not all crippled up, as my good friend Cindy's mom would say. Crippled up. Love that phrase.

Jack had his first piano recital today. He was brilliant, of course. I was able to sit through it, though it was challenging to become upright afterward. Anyway, Jack's rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star was far superior to the ten other kids who played the SAME SONG OVER AND OVER AND OVER...oh, excuse me. Yes, it was a little tedious and I was glad when the older kids started playing so I could listen to something besides Twinkle. But, still, it was sweet to see the little kids at the piano. Jack was a little nervous but he had no problem getting up there, taking his bow (he bows really funnily) and playing his little piece. The teacher asked me if I wanted to be in the recital but I declined. Maybe next time...hahaha. The oldest kid was 14 and he was WAY better than I could ever be.

Seriously, I am loving my piano lessons. Right now we are renting a piano for a year to try it out. I am pretty sure that I want to buy one at the end of the rental period. It is more satisfying than other instruments I have played in the past (flute and sax). I still stink at it but I enjoy it nonetheless.

In other news, well, there is no other news really. Chris is grilling hot dogs for dinner and taking care of Jack so that I can rest my back. I feel pretty wimply lying around like this but I have to admit that I am enjoying not doing much at the moment. I even got to take a nap this afternoon before the recital. I LOVE to take a nap and I so rarely do.

I can't say I am looking forward all that much to Thanksgiving, thought it is one of my very favorite holidays most years. This year, Chris has to work the "goofy shift" from about 2:30 to 10PM. Last Thanksgiving, I had two couples and their kids over for dinner and it was really nice. Well, this year, one of those couples is having Thanksgiving at their house and we are not invited. Ostensibly, I have been crossed off the wife's friend list over a babysitting dispute. I apparently stepped on her toes by using her favorite babysitter twice. A babysitter whose name I provided to this woman in the first place. I suspect it must be more than that but the babysitter thing is all I have been told. I mean, she knows that Jack and I will essentially be alone for the holiday and still, she didn't include us. In any event, I don't get this competitive, petty mother bullshit and I hope I never will. It is harder to stay out of the crossfire of that kind of nonsense in a small town like Bloomington, but I am going to attempt to steer clear. It is too aggrivating. I think that my husband is absolutely right when he says that the key to a happy life is a thick skin and a short memory.

Well, the hot-dog chef is calling me to dinner and I have complained enough. One HUGE brightspot today...I learned that Rome will have at least one more season! Hooray...I love that show. Season finale is tomorrow night.

Friday, November 18, 2005


On my back, that is. I threw my back out in the late afternoon and I literally cannot get up without great pain and pathetic moaning. I was originally going to entitle this entry "Guess I'll Go Eat Worms" because I was feeling that nobody loved me...ect. I am happy to say that this back pain got my mind right off those stupid problems. The bright side is that I get to stay in bed all evening and drink wine (hey, I don't have any Rx muscle relaxers and my husband didn't have time to write me any before he went to the game) while my one of our favorite babysitters takes care of Jack. The only think I am missing is a bag of Tostitos or something like that.

I haven't even had any stiffness in my back for a million years but I think that this trip- so much sitting & sleeping in a different bed every night- might have brought it on. I probably should have skipped my workout today but it's too late now. Besides, I had a great flip turns were lovely!

This back thing hasn't happened to me for years. I feel so pathetic. I literally had to crawl to the bedroom. I saw first hand how much I do need to hire someone to clean this house. I wanted to vacuum immediately. Alas, I could not.

So, my readers might be wondering why my husband abandoned me and went to the game...well, I forced him to go. It's the season opener ( is against Nickles State...who?) but is should be really fun and energetic all the same. We had a babysitter anyway, so I figured he should go. And, I am glad that he went.

I am writing this in installments and since the last paragraph, I have successfully been to the bathroom (no small feat, believe-you-me) and have gotten myself an icepack and a bowl of my favorite cereal. Yum. Eating helps almost everything.

Well, faithful readers, I fear that I should sign off now. I am unable to find a comfortable postition in which I can hold my laptop and type. Woe is pathetic me.

I hope I will be up and around tomorrow. Otherwise, my husband won't be able to find anything...

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

More Basement Blues

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When we got back from our trip, I thought I would post this know...There's No Place Like Home...There's No Place Like Home.

Yeah, there is No Place Like Home for Tornado sirens and irritating periods in the basement listening to that hand crank radio I bought after 9-11. (Along with all that stupid duct tape and plastic sheeting....yes, I did feel stupid for buying it afterward, thank you for asking.) You don't have to use the crank because it does take batteries but the crank is handy when the batteries die or when you have taken them out for use in one of your kid's stupid toys that came without batteries. But, I digress...

Anyway, yesterday, it was about sixty five degrees and not all that bad weather-wise. It was a little overcast and in typical fashion, I paid no attention whatsoever to the weather or the weather report. My husband called me from work to tell me that there was a tornado watch until ten PM. For those of you not living under these delightful weather threats, a tornado watch means that conditions are right to possibly produce a tornado. A tornado warning means that a tornado has been spotted and you are possibly in its path and you should take cover. Cover means the basement for us. And I think that you are supposed to be under a table or workbench while you are in the basement. Of course, we ignore the last part.

The reason that there was a tornado watch was because this huge cold front was going to move through and push out the warm we had been enjoying. Essentially, the forecast was for tornados followed by instant winter. And that is what happened...

But anyway, yesterday, when I picked Jack up from school, it was just starting to get pretty dark and starting to rain. Mid trip, it started to thunderstorm. By the time we got home, a good storm was going. Shortly after that, the sirens went off. We stayed in the basement for about an hour and had to go back down for another hour in the evening. I do NOT want to add any more living space to this house but it looks like we are going to finish part of the basement, just for tornados. My husband complained more than a few times about the tornado thing yesterday and I lovingly reminded him that it was he who dragged us here in the first place so he might want to keep his complaints to himself.

The wind blew like crazy all night and by this morning the temperature was in the thirties and we had some good snow flurries today. Lovely weather here. Grey, damp and mostly pretty cold winters followed by a beautiful spring - beautiful if it is a mild tornado season which it was NOT last year, followed by a hot as hell, humid as hell summer sprinkled with strike-your-house-knock-down-your-chimney electrical storms, followed by what should be an idyllic fall but isn't because somehow it is still tornado season. Is it me or do I seem a little negative tonight?

Truth-be-told, I am feeling a little down. I don't like to write about such things in my blog because I don't like my readers to worry even the slightest bit about this little HoosierMama. But, honestly, I am feeling a teensy-eensy bit sorry for myself today. It is always hard to return from such a whirlwind trip. Even though I am happy to be back, the trip reminded me of how much comfortable I am in CT and how much I miss my friends there. There, I said it. There is an energy on the East Coast that just isn't here for me. On the other hand, the daily living here is SO easy and the general quality of life is excellent. I do accept that it takes more than a year or two to make really really good friends. I will just have to wait for that.

Okay, enough of this ramble. Blech. I am off to bed to try out my new book, Miss Mapp by someone or other I had never heard of. I will report back.

Still wading through Salt but I always end up breaking up my non-fiction reading with novels.

Monday, November 14, 2005

We're Back!!

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I can hear the sighs of relief, oh loyal readers. "Phew!" You say. "She's back."

Many of you know that I have been on a whirlwind tour of the Northeast with Jack while Chris toiled away at work and ate fried eggs for dinner each night. I am SO glad to be back but I must say that I enjoyed most of the trip immensely. Jack was a great traveller. I am a bit tired to go into all details, so I will do it in installments, as the spirit moves me.

Our trip schedule was to be in my home town at my parents' house, the very house in which I grew up, on Wed, Fri & Sunday nights. Thurs we would visit my dear friend Cindy & her family in a nearby town and on Saturday, we would be in Connecticut.

Well, Wednesday evening, we arrived at my childhood home. I grew up on the block of Bellinger Ave that is not only one-way but is so narrow that you have to park half-way up on the sidewalk. Anyone driving past a parked car must drive up on the opposite sidewalk. The block has been called Pig-Tail Alley as long as I can remember. As a kid, whenever I had to give someone's parents directions to our house to pick me up or drop me off, I used to say that we lived half-way up Pig-Tail Alley in the toothpaste green house.

Years ago, when my folks decided to have aluminum siding put on the house, they chose a strange shade of green. It was originally a nice little white house with dark green shutters. The choice of this wacky green was odd, because my mother was always quick to derisively comment on the unusual colors that the "DPs" chose for their homes. (DP meant Displaced Person, often having "come over on the boat". For a long time I thought DPs were only Italian because she used the term most for Italians. My mother's own parents were DPs from the Ukraine or somewhere like that where cabbage is a popular staple. But, I digress.

Back to the house of my childhood. It is incredibly tiny and there is not more than ten feet between it and the house next door. I remember it as being sort of small growing up. I know that everything looks small when you go home as an adult. But to be fair, my parents have become sort of packrats in their advancing age and the tiny toothpaste green house is packed with all sorts of stuff, mostly dust collecting crap if you ask me...but of course, nobody does ask me. So, the house seems smaller and smaller as it fills up more and more with these irrelevent items. My mother constantly complains about my father collecting stuff and not being willing to throw anything out, but I took a good look around on this trip and I see now that he is clearly only part of the problem. She is almost as bad.

Let's talk about the kitchen. My mother's domain for sure. The kitchen is so packed with stuff that my mother has taken to storing snacks in the upper oven and all of her frying pans in the lower oven, the door for which lost its springs years ago and falls open heavily when pulled. KABOOM. Whenever my mother needs to use an oven, she has to empty out its contents first. It is me? Am I the only person who finds this incredibly odd? And, a fire hazzard to boot? There would be plenty of cupboard space if my mom would just clear out the four or so cupboards which are never opened because they are packed with stuff she NEVER USES. The kitchen table is too big for the kitchen and if four people are seated at it, one cannot get to any part of the kitchen without at least two people getting up.

Ooops...I just realized it is getting very late and I have to get some sleep. I will write more tomorrow. My home town stories must be told!

Sunday, November 06, 2005

A Night in the Basement

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And here I thought twister season was over. Last night at about three AM I woke up to a thunderstorm. Before we got struck, I actually enjoyed them. They can be quite spectacular out here in the heartland. But now, they are a little ruined for me. At least until we get some lightning rods installed.

Anyway, soon after the thunderstorm woke me up, the town tornado siren went off. We dutifully got Jack and all went to the basement, where we remained, for an hour or so, until we figured out from the television where the fronts were exactly. Then, we had a midnight snack and went back to bed at 5:30. I am too tired to write much more and certainly too tired to, well, you know.

I hate the thought of adding more square footage to this house, but if we decide to remain here vs. selling this and building smaller, we are going to have to have some part of the basement finished, for these special occasions.

Well, I must go and try to figure out what on earth I am going to read tomorrow night at the read-around.

Bye for now.

Friday, November 04, 2005

IU Basketball Begins Tonight & Jack Gets in Trouble

IU Basketball
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Well, it sort of begins tonight. Tonight is the first exhibition game of the season against a no-name team. Still, it should be pretty fun. We have season tickets again this year and a parking pass, which is key.

This picture is of D.J. Ratliffe (sp?) jumping over his teammates's heads. This guy can jump incredibly high, especially when you consider that he is only 6'4" tall. Now, I know what you are thinking. You are thinking, BloomingtonGirl, when did you get interested in sports? Have you abandoned your high-brow cultural leanings? Rush back East, BloomingtonGirl, quick before you start attending Nascar!

Calm down, gentle readers. All is well, when I get home tonight, I shall read some Henry James to balance out the evening.

In other news, Jack got into trouble today at school for flicking a younger kid in the face with his finger. Apparently this is the second day he has done it, having recently learned the compelling skill of flicking. When I tried to discuss the flicking of the younger child, he explained it thus: Well, Mommy, I was teaching Neil how to flick and there wasn't anyone else to demonstrate on, so I did it to him." I fear this kid has my bullshit gene.

Well, we are off to the game.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Freudian Slip Correction

Last night, I woke up at about 4AM and couldn't get back to sleep. I started thinking about the blog I had written earlier in the evening. And I realized that I wrote "Too Tired to Fuck" instead of the correct song title..."Too Drunk to Fuck". I laughed out loud. Was this a sort of Freudian slip on my part?

Maybe I should write a song called Too Tired to Fuck, sex from the perspective of a middle aged mom.

Too Drunk to Fuck is what you might be occsionally when you don't have to get up at the crack of dawn with your kid.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Random notes from driving around town

Yesterday I was listening to Nouvelle Vague in my car. The track was a cover of the punk (?) song "Too Tired to Fuck" and I had it sort of loud. I stopped at a light and didn't worry about anyone hearing what I was listening to because I thought that my windows were closed. The singer enunciates FUCK so clearly and says it many times. Well, my windows were NOT closed on the passenger side and there was one of those massive SUVs next to me with a mom-like person in it looking my way, a little agog. I shut my windows immediately. I hope she didn't know who I was. This is a very small town. But, now that I have written that, I guess I can honestly say that I don't care. So, there.

Speaking of music in the car, I was channel surfing on my radio yesterday and heard a country song about this woman who was driving a car and had her kid in the back and too much on her mind. She hit a patch of black ice and threw her hands up and cried "Jesus take the wheel!" Huh. Now, that's a strategy. I don't think I'll try that one, but hey, there is a screw for every nut.

On the same drive, I was behind a pickup truck at a stop light. The driver was smoking a cigarette in a macho kind of way. He had two bumperstickers. One was something expressing that he stood with W. The other had a peace sign on one side of the sticker. On the other side it said, "The footprint of the American Chicken." It was all I could do not to get out of the car and do, well, I don't know what. It was so rediculous but it made me so aggrivated. I just don't what a peace sign has to do with being a chicken. What a stupid way to see the world. Good money says I wouldn't get along with that guy. Even though this town is not like the rest of Indiana, there is still way more of that here than there was in Fairfield County. Case in point, when I was at Harry's barbershop once. Harry and this other guy were going on about Watergate. They didn't understand "why the democrats were so upset about the break in. They had nothing good to hide anyway." I held my tongue. It wasn't my turf and I knew it.

Well, that's all for tonight. I have to get to some serious writing. I have to do a reading on Monday evening at the read-around for my reading group and I need to get going on a piece for it. Any votes on what I should read? Any entries from this blog strike anyone's fancy? Write in and let me know...

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Mighty Girl

power drill
Originally uploaded by Bloomington Girl.
Recently, I purchased two ottomans at Target. They were really great looking and inexpensive. I thought they were perfect for what is becoming a sort of modern looking living room. They seemed to be low enough to fit half-way under the glass & steel coffee table. It was the look I was looking for.

Well, next time I won't leave my measuring tape at home. The ottomans were too tall and there was no way the existing legs could be altered without employing a sheet-metal worker. Further investigation revealed, however, that the legs could be removed and possibly replaced. I went to Lowes and purchased some new legs and brackets into which the legs would attach and that I could screw on to the base of the ottoman. The brackets holes alligned with the existing holes in the ottoman. I couldn't believe how easy this would be!

Well, of course I was right not to believe it. The holes in the brackets were too small to accomodate the size screw needed to fasten to the bottom of the ottoman. So, I went to the hardware store and asked the advice of the cute hardware guy with longish hair and a cute...well, I digress here. Let's get back on track.

Anyway, cute hardware guy helped me pick out an appropriate drill bit and I went home to try my luck at power drilling.

I figured out how to insert the bit into my my husband's power drill. It seemed securely attached. So far, so good. I held the bracket and pointed the drill at the existing hole. How hard could this be? I was simply enlarging the hole, not actually drilling a new hole. Of course, upon contact with the whirling drill, the bracket flew spinning from my hand. Truth-be-told, it was a little scary. I realized that I needed to secure the bracket with something other than my hand. I found a clampy thing and fastened it onto the bracket and tried again. It was hit or miss, or shall I say drill or flight. I got one piece drilled and figured that my luck would probably run out and the departing luck might take one of my eyes with it. I donned some goggles (the ones that Jack used for 'digging diamonds" )but I hadn't solved the problem of my bare hand, which was getting a bit nicked up every time the bracket was ejected from the clampy thing. I needed some hand protection and I went with what I know best. I got a hot mitt from the kitchen and used that. It worked! I was able to get the remaining holes drilled without injuring myself. (It wasn't the pain of injury I feared. It was my husband's reaction when they paged him to meet me in the ER...You were doing what??!)

Anyway, I feel so mighty having gotten the job done. Now, the legs need to be painted. Spray paint? Perhaps. Just not in the driveway this time.