Pet Peeves

Daily Dose of Kids – Lisa Frank

Some of you may remember the infamous day last month when I celebrated E’s birthday with not one, but two trips to the store for replacement Lisa Frank backpack and lunchbox. (for those who missed it, the dog ate them). Well now you lucky folks get the update on this situation…

Exactly one week after the purchase of those replacement items, E came home with a completely busted zipper on the backpack. Argh. I was done with this situation so I dragged her to Office Depot and forced her to choose a real backpack. She was not happy about this. These backpacks were just plain old backpacks, sure to last more than a week, and there was no bright color beautiful (aka horrendous) backpack in sight. She pouted. She stomped. She whined. She refused to choose. She insisted I take her somewhere else for something pretty. The Denise voice was used and we came home with a plain powder blue backpack that has now lasted quite nicely for just shy of one month. Success. (I also purchased a real backpack for his highness, J, because he’d been walking around with a rip in the brand new backpack his other parents bought him and the zipper broke on it as well. Some folks need a lesson in back to school shopping or they ought to leave it to the professionals… whatever).

Fast forward a few weeks and we see E climb into the car after school with a broken Lisa Frank lunchbox! I’m not kidding. The little plastic ring that you slip the velcro tab to close it came off. Seemed relatively functional to me so I wasn’t all that concerned with it. Two minutes later I see whiteness floating in the air when I glanced in the rearview mirror and I hear RJ shrieking at E to stop throwing that stuff at her. Sigh. The child decided it would be fun to tear the lunchbox completely apart and throw it at her sister. Again the Denise voice was used and I decided to share a little bit of health news with the child…

That stuff she was happily tearing apart and playing with and throwing all over the place might just contain high levels of lead. And E, did you know that lead is really dangerous? The fluff stops flying.

Lisa Frank’s lunchboxes might not be on the list of death boxes but then again, we didn’t test the darn thing. Regardless, no more Lisa Frank products will be purchased by any member of the Flamingo House family. We’re done with Lisa Frank and her beautiful colorful madness. Good riddance is all I can say about it.

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Daily Dose of Diet – Dogs

Did you know dogs love Capri Sun? Well it’s not just Capri Sun, these dogs are well known coffee, coke and hot chocolate fans, too. Everyone knows not to leave their drink sitting anywhere near the dogs because it will be gone as soon as you turn your back or even turn your head. Many a Starbucks drink has been lost to these dogs.

Monday morning there was a Capri Sun package on the living room floor. I figured a little kid had not thrown away the package and the dogs enjoyed gnawing on it to get the residuals out. Tuesday morning, another Capri Sun grimey and wet and full of dog gnawing marks. Again, I assumed a little kid leftover. Wednesday morning, same thing and I assumed it was Michelle’s Capri Sun package because she had been drinking a Capri Sun during Gilmore Girls. But, as I bent to pick that one up I noticed the straw was intact, still in its packaging a few steps away from the dog mangled pouch. Hmmm… This morning, another dog gone mangled Capri Sun. And again, an intact straw. What the….

I was pondering this question as I headed into the kitchen to toss the evidence in the trash when my leg knocked the Capri Sun box off of the shelf by the kitchen door. Ah ha! They are taking the Capri Suns out of the box in the kitchen and carrying them into the living room without pulling the box all of the way off of the shelf!

These dogs are geniuses when it comes to getting their Capri Sun fix.

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Daily Dose of Life – Vacation and Back Again

I was on vacation. I’m not on vacation any longer. I miss vacation already but I’m not really sure why I miss it.

I didn’t go on vacation in the way “normal” people go on vacation. I didn’t take a trip to the beach or visit family or anything remotely close to that. I took vacation from work in order to regroup and prepare for September. I hate September. And I was really getting scared of September after the August I had. So. I. Took. Vacation.

I had big plans for my vacation. I had a very long list of things I was going to do. I had a long list of things I was not going to do. I had a long list of things I was going to blog about.

I make lists but I rarely achieve the things on my lists because the lists are too long. This time, I took those long lists and I created mini-lists and I actually got some things done. Not a lot of things done and that’s sort of disappointing. But as usual, my life got in the way and things that were not on my list appeared at the top and so it goes.

Join me as I review my lists and consider whether I should attempt another little vacation of this sort in the near future. (I hope my boss is not reading this and my coworkers don’t kill me for considering it after they so nicely covered for my short notice, surprise vacation request)

Things to Blog:
Michelle’s Reading List
Michelle’s World Religions
Why I Want a Hybrid
Michelle and the Pecans
Virtues
Being a Bad Unitarian
Vegetarians Who Don’t Eat Vegetables
Boys
Us/Them

Things I am NOT Doing:
Reading my boards
Reading anyone else’s boards
Reading my work email
Taking work conference calls
Laundry

Things to Get DONE:
Call Gateway
Get the cats spayed
Clean the kids bathroom closet
Clean the cat closet
Deal with J’s Game Cube issues
Paint E’s dresser
Deal with the little kid clothing chaos
Organize the videos and DVDs
Stow the recent purchases piled up in the bedroom
Put away the TW laundry mountain
Us/Them – TG stuff for Koan
Clean the closet
Clean my office
Prepare Michelle’s curriculum
Install software on Michelle’s computer
Clean the kitchen cabinets
Write 2 reports
Read, a lot
Write in the “Brilliant Women Journal”
Take TW to the doctor for her “procedure”

Unlisted Things That Got Done:
Supervised Hazel a lot
3 trips to Publix
3 trips to CVS
1 trip to Walgreens
2 trips to the car dealer
1 trip to the smelly bookstore
1 trip to the women’s bookstore
A Meme blog post
Some Katrina Red Cross posts
Baked Banana Bread
Set up TW’s new telephones
Shopped a LOT on eBay in the Red Cross auction areas

I miss my vacation. I want another one. Soon.

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Daily Dose of Life – Arghhh!

It all started at 1am when I woke with a blinding sinus headache. I thought I was going to DIE. I don’t do well with OTC meds but I was in serious pain so I searched the bathroom for those little red death pills and came up empty. Settled for little pink benadryl and somehow fell asleep around 2am. Woke again at 5am still feeling the pain but dozed through it til the alarm went off.

Made it through the initial morning rounds – dogs, cats, coffee, morning posts, email, blogs. All was right with the world, even if my head felt like it was about to burst. Stopped at Starbucks for my fix, took TW to work and spent $30 to fill up the gas tank.

Came home and went into the bedroom to read my blog feeds on the laptop since I was ahead of schedule. Finished that and headed back to the office to get back to work. Uh oh. My computer screen was black. Power light was on but the pretty blue windows wallpaper and my cluttered desktop were nowhere to be seen. Just blackness.

I moved the mouse. Still blackness. I clicked the keyboard. Still blackness. I fiddled with the monitor settings. You guessed it, blackness. I turned off the power button, waited a minute and turned it back on. Blackness. Turned it off and fiddled with wires. Black, black, black. (insert profanity)

It’s an all in one that TW’s mom bought me a couple of years ago and I love it or I did until this happened. I had 3/4 of a report on that thing! I had my metrix for the report on that thing. I had work for next week half way completed so that TW and I can take the weekend off and hit the beach before Michelle comes home next week. All of that work and on a kid crazy, school pick up, little kid birthday day!

(insert a lot of profanity)

I went back to the laptop in the bedroom and struggled along. Recreated my report. Scraped up an old metrix spreadsheet and recreated. Struggled along some more. Wrote to Gateway about my poor black screen computer. Worked some more. Took a break to wrap birthday presents for E. Worked some more. Took a red pill of death that TW found this morning before she went to work. Struggle, struggle, struggle.

1:15, time to drive across town and pick up the girls from their school. Got disgusted with a woman who sought my white face out of a crowd of non-white faces to complain about the way folks triple parked during pick up. I love NYC, triple parking doesn’t faze me a bit but her assumption that another white face would agree with her – well that bugged me. (I hope it is not her son’s birthday party we are suppose to attend next weekend)

Got home at 2:30 and struggled through work for another 45 minutes while assisting RJ with homework, fixing snack for both girls, talking to E about her birthday presents and just general life with kid stuff.

Drove to the other side of town to pick up J from school and from there picked up TW at work so she could come home and make E’s birthday cookie with her. Ha. We hadn’t been home long when E discovered the evil dog who ate the cuties earlier in the week had EATEN HER BRAND NEW BACKPACK! sigh

I shut down the work I had been trying to do and jumped in the car. “I think we got that backpack at Target, or maybe Walmart” says RJ. I figure Target. I figured wrong. Luckily Walmart is in the same vicinity as Target so I head there. Target was empty. Walmart was PACKED. No Lisa Frank backpacks! No cutie backpacks at all! They couldn’t have gone to Kmart, it’s not their style! Where did they get that thing???? I was about to give up and head to Kmart when I saw a huge bin of backpacks near the electronics with some bright pink and bright blue in the middle. Paydirt. Lisa Frank – but no pink ones with some funky looking girl and a poodle. I grabbed a light blue one with a CUTIEEEEEEEEEEEE dog on it and hoped for the best.

Drove home, showed it to E, apologizing profusely when she said “I like this one better!” Yea! Crisis averted. So I’m repacking the new backpack and say “Where’s your lunchbox.” Silence. He didn’t. Yes, he did. He ate that too.

Back in the car I go. Back to Walmart. By now it’s 6pm and traffic is umm bad. Walmart is even more crowded than before and again, no Lisa Frank lunchboxes! grrrr! No cutie lunchboxes AT ALL. I’m thinking I’m going to have to drive in the other direction across town and try the other Walmart when I see a wee bit of pink underneath the Spidey lunchboxes. Ha! A Lisa Frank lunchbox just like the backpack Jake ate! It’s not the ugly purple Lisa Frank but surely she will like this since it is the same design as the original backpack, right???

I pay. I drive home. She giggles. Funny. Oh yea, I’m laughing my rear off here as my head threatens to explode some more.

We light the candles on the birthday cookie. We eat. I make a wish that she really was still 4 as she blows out her candles. I don’t know what she wished for but it had better not be another Lisa Frank backpack or lunchbox. I don’t think I can handle that.

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Daily Dose of Life – Cars

Let me tell you about my yesterday and how glad I am that it is my yesterday and not my today. Yesterday stunk. And this is much longer than my preferred three paragraphs but I don’t particularly care, ya know?

I got up with the alarm at 6:10am, which is really 6am because my clock is screwy and it’s some funky travel clock that TW bought in the airport a few years ago to replace my old Korean Air travel alarm clock that I loved until it died and I hate changing the time or the alarm on it. I’m never sure I’ve done it just right, which is ridiculous because it’s just not that hard but whatever.

I turned on the computer, grabbed the smiley coffee cup with an inch of coffee left in it from the night before and nuked it for 30 seconds. Fed the dogs, fed the cats and sat down to drink the coffee and read email. Thank goodness for webcrossing and their email digests! I posted some morning posts on message boards, read the news feeds in my aggregator, let the dogs in and checked to see if there was another inch of coffee lurking in the pot from the day before. There wasn’t. Typical morning, except for the no coffee part.

By then it was 7:10 and I headed to the bedroom where I found TW still asleep. I suggested she get up since we leave to take her to work at 7:30. She moaned and murmured she wasn’t going to work, she was sick. I sighed and sat on the floor contemplating how TW at home might change my day. The biggest issue was lack of coffee. No regular morning trip to Starbucks was going to happen and I had no beans to grind! I figured she wasn’t up for any grand gestures that would totally disrupt the day. (I was right)

I sighed, got dressed and grabbed Dexter and the keys and headed toward the Subaru dealer to leave Babe for his 90,000 mile check up (he’ got 102,000 on him lol) and to get the clock fixed and have them figure out what’s causing the road noise in the back of the vehicle.

I got there at 8 on the dot and was told the courtesy shuttle had just left but would be right back. Right, I figured it would be 9 before I was picked up and sat down to read. I’d only read about 3 pages when I was called to the shuttle – cool! This was shaping up to be a great day. Just me and the shuttle driver, or so I thought. Turns out another dude was going to drive a vehicle over to the glass shop and we’d have to go there as well so the guy could ride back in the shuttle. No problem, it’s on the way. But we get there and the parking lot is filled with the Blood Donor bus and lots of maneuvering and cursing ensued about how to get the car that needed the glass repair in there. Why would they park that blood donor bus there? No street traffic and the place is just not big enough to warrant an employee blood drive. Weird.

No sooner do they get the car into the parking lot and they discover the windshield that needs to be installed isn’t in the vehicle! So, we drive back to the dealer which is still not a big deal because it’s only 8:25 or so. I’m still ahead of schedule. I’m reading my book again and the driver comes back and says it will be a minute, h’s got a kid to drop off over by my house but he needs to get his bag. I quickly realize that when he said kid he really meant kid.

I hear a mom and a kid arguing about which is the right bag and a lot of mom fussing about hurrying up and what are you doing in there and then a 10 year old boy jumps in.
Before the driver could get the door shut, the kid is jumping out again – to give his mom a kiss. Aweeeeee (weird but still an aweeee moment). The kid’s mom is the manager and he’s heading to golf camp. And he sits behind me making odd noises which were amusing because it was still only 8:45 and I’d be home by 9. Still earlier than I had expected!

The morning passes relatively well. TW slept and I worked. I started some more laundry, cleaned up the dirty towels from the little kids’ bathroom that they’d left there two weeks ago and hid E’s birthday gifts which had been sitting in the living room for a week. And, my 40lb surprise from TW arrived! Yea!

Kids arrive at 2 on the dot. Dogs didn’t eat their step mother (which is good but also a shame, if you know what I mean). J is immensely pleased with the COOL chain he got for his flute and I was successful in showing some enthusiasm as well. E was excited about her Lisa Frank lunchbox and I did a fair job of not showing my true feelings about it (that is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life!).

Life is moving along nicely when the phone rings from the dealership. We need a new clock and the road noise is actually a busted wheel bearing. Do I want them fixed, parts are in stock? I started to say can I schedule an appointment, thinking it is 3:30 and how will they ever do that by 5:30? But she says they can definitely go ahead and do it today and she can have the shuttle pick me up at 4:30 and I may have a little wait but it would be done. So, I agree.

I shut down the computer at 4:10 and head out with my next book (Dexter was finished earlier in the day during a lunch break) to wait for the shuttle. Arrive at the dealership at 4:40 and am told they are done and just test driving. At 5:15 I go out to the service bay and ask if my car got lost during the test drive or what??? She says oh it’s done, let me pee and I’ll write up the bill. Ooooooooooook. 5 minutes later I’ve paid a whopping $1200 for the 90,000 mile service, the clock and the wheel bearing and I’m looking for my car which she had said was being pulled up. Well there it was at the end of the bay being vacuumed. The dude had forgotten to do that and the manager sent him back to do it right. (ha, last time we had it serviced, they didn’t vac it either). So I wait and wait. The guy finally finishes and tries to drive through the bay straight to me but realizes there are actual cars there and that won’t work. Soooooooo he backs all the way out and drives up around the outside. I jump in happy to be on the way home. I wonder what time it is and look up to where the nicely installed new clock should be and the clock is ummm dead.

I back up, get out, and march into the service bay to explain that this nice new clock that cost me $130 to have put in isn’t actually ummm working. The nice girl says she’ll grab a technician. Unfortunately the Subaru technicians are gone and all I’ve got is a nice Chrysler tech. He checked the fuses and finds the cigar lighter (really that’s what he called it) is dead. But that’s it and it doesn’t help the clock. So he looks for a screw to remove the clock and realizes the screw he’s just taken out actually removes the top compartment and that’s not helpful. He runs for more tools and comes back and pries it out thinking maybe they got in a hurry and didn’t actually plug it in. No, it’s plugged in. By this time I notice that this clock face is really smudged and looks like it has caramel macchiato on it. I mention that to the guy and he says “hmmm is that what that is?” I said “Yes but wouldn’t that be odd since this is suppose to be a new clock?” “Are you sure they didn’t just order you the part?” I showed him my papers and he said “No, looks like this is a new clock, maybe they just transferred your caramel macchiato smudges for you”. Ha. The guy is nice and funny but by then I am ticked.

I head into the service bay and they want me to bring the car back tomorrow to solve this. Ha, that won’t work, Friday is meet the teacher day. I’m seriously grouchy by then and she says she’ll just order me another new clock and when it comes in she’ll call and they’ll put it in while I watch. Ha, great. I could put the freaking thing in myself I’ve now watched the guy take it out and put it in three times already. Whatever.

I get back in the car and head for home. Happy that at least there is no more noisy back-end but looking at that dead clock and feeling totally defeated. I hate going to the dealer for car repairs. It’s TW’s thing to do that and I’m not doing it anymore, ever again. Well except to get this damn clock that I’ve already paid for and to drop off my nasty customer comment card. I’ll enjoy that part of my next visit.

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Daily Dose of Life – Cold Water Communication

When the older three children were small, they did not like lasagna.  (To put it mildly.) They would happily eat boiled lasagna noodles with a serving of sauce on the side and a serving of cottage cheese and mozzarella on the side but put it all together and they would act like you were trying to feed them brussel sprouts.   They knew that all of those things that they would happily eat, separate, made up lasagna and a couple of them loved to make lasagna but they would not eat it.

The youngest went further than not liking it, she would proclaim her disdain loudly if she even saw lasagna on a restaurant menu or if she saw the noodles in the commissary (that’s supermarket for you non-military people) or smelled it cooking in the oven.  She would tell us how horrible it was all through dinner and how it would probably KILL us if we kept eating it.  We’d send her off to eat in another room and she’d still be mumbling about the horrors of lasagna when she brought her clean plate into the kitchen.

Moving right along…

I have some friends who have complete and utter disdain for all things religion.  They continually share the horrors of religion with us.  They never share any positive stories about the good done in the name of a religion.  If you’re lucky enough to be standing in front of them and mention something about your church or the positive experience you’ve had through religion you can see them cringe.  If you’re lucky enough to be sharing this information with them online, they do an internet cringe or worse yet, they get snarky. 

I’m not really a religious person.  I don’t do God or The Goddess or Buddha or any other deity you want to bring up.  I do however enjoy attending the local UU Fellowship.  When I mentioned this once, in the course of a morning hello post, to some internet friends, one threw cold water on my good feelings so completely I couldn’t breathe for a moment. 

And here we are, the point of this…

Why do people do this type of thing?  We all do it to some extent but why do some people do it so often and so intensely?   

Spanglemonkey suggested that a recent instance of narrow-mindedness was in part due to age, or lack of.  The idealism of youth.  The ability to see things only as black or white, right or wrong, good or evil. 

My children definitely outgrew their hatred of lasagna, (though some love it more than others).  But people don’t seem to outgrow the inability to open their minds.  Why is that?  Why do some of us respond with “If I don’t get this, it’s not true” and others don’t?  What causes a person to focus only on what they see and dismiss anyone who sees something else entirely?

Is it lack of identity that causes this type of narrow-mindedness?  Are these people so busy trying to protect themselves that they can’t allow themselves to see from someone else’s point of view?  Is it fear of the unknown?  Or is it all of those things?

My children didn’t eat lasagna for years because it was unknown, it looked like something other than they were use to but they braved their fear, and they tried it.  My friends may never step out of their safety zone and look at spirituality in a way that might positively affect their lives but I do hope they learn to appreciate the good feelings and the good work that their spiritual friends have found and do through religion.  Or at least be respectful.

All I ask, all I have ever asked, is that when someone presents an idea that is foreign to you, do not give a knee-jerk reaction.  When someone shares their good feelings, don’t throw cold water.  And, when someone suggests a new form of building community and shows you example after example of how it has worked, do not dismiss it because you can’t see its benefit to YOU.  (And oddly enough, this isn’t directed at my new blogging pal, DnW – she was pretty open minded for a stubborn woman!) 

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Daily Dose of Anger – Don’t Tell

Military ousts more gays for online ads – Read the article, I’m not summarizing this one because it’s long and you need to read it all, especially if you’re GLBT and considering military service! Sheesh!

I just don’t understand why people, gay or straight, or so appalled and up in arms and just plain surprised when active duty military members are released from service due to online personals ads. Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell doesn’t just mean your superiors won’t ask and it doesn’t mean you’re ok as long as you don’t go up to another active duty person and proclaim your gayness. It means you CANNOT TELL ANYONE YOU ARE GAY, except maybe your doctor and that doesn’t happen in military clinics too much – trust me on that.

Let me help you folks who are gay and serving or gay and considering serving. YOU CANNOT TELL, not on a message board not on a blog, not on a personal ad and not in a chatroom, not in an email, not in a telegram (too bad this all doesn’t rhyme, I could do Daily Dose of Dr Seuss!). You cannot talk about being gay and you cannot live gay AT ALL because if you do and someone finds out and reports you then you have violated your enlistment and you can (and should be, because you knew the rules when you raised your right hand) discharged.

You may not like Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. I may not like it either. But those are the rules, right now. Either live with them or violate them, but do not be surprised when your career suffers because of your violation.

Personally I would prefer you not enlist if you cannot live within the rules of military service. Crummy rule or not, you’re wasting tax payer dollars by being brought up on these charges. Paperwork and man hours lost might not be a big deal when you compare it with bombs and searches for WMD but it’s bugging the heck out of me. Don’t ask, Don’t tell or Don’t Join.

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Daily Dose of Anger – Starved

I was seeing posts about this “new TV show about eating disorders” mentioned on message boards I was reading and wrote a note to remind myself to check out Starved. I’m glad I waited til after I was officially finished working. Had I looked earlier, it would have ruined what has been “Nancy White Day” around here and made it very difficult for me to keep on working. I’m just that ticked off about this.

* The picture on the network page was enough to trouble me. Not funny.
* Watch the preview clip. A man obsessing over the scale, an anorexic man, maybe the fact that he’s a man is supposed to take the edge off since most people don’t associate anorexia with men? Whatever, not funny.
* Then, we see him eating chocolate cake out of the trash, confessing to his support group and we see a woman in his support group say “If you were a dog, I’d kick you in the face.” Not funny (and where are the PETA people???)

There is NOTHING funny about this, nothing funny about eating disorders. Imagine all of the people out there who are hiding their eating disorders, it is a well hidden illness, having to sit through this show while their family members laugh. All of those people suffering in silence because they are afraid to tell people who love them. Those people won’t be laughing and they won’t find it any easier to tell once the first episode is over.

I don’t generally encourage people to boycott television shows or write to networks but today I am. Join the NEDA and tell these people what you think.

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Daily Dose of Pet Peeves – I hate “I Heart…”

Why do grown men and women, women in particular, insist in saying “I heart ______ ” in their blogs and in their emails and in their AIM messages and in their message board posts? They don’t even make a heart like my pal Karen did in her comments about Starbucks yesterday. I could live with that, it doesn’t bug me at all. But typing out “I heart Johnny Depp” or “I heart iTunes” or “I heart my cat” just makes no freaking sense.

It’s worse than kids who use an odd mix of uPPer AnD lOwEr CaSe or use numbers instead of letters (my teen does this all of the darn time to me on AIM – CUL8R -). Kids, I can see doing this sort of thing but it’s the grown-ups who do it that drive me to want to say mean things in their blog comments, put them on my ignore list on message boards or ban them from the internet foreverrrrrrrrrrrrr. And while I can’t do any of those things, I can and I have unsubscribed from some blogs because of the frequent use of that phrase and there are some more blogs on my soon to be unsubscribed to list if they don’t quit it. Once, I can live with but once a week is pushing it and once a day is too much to handle!

If it was the movie, “I Heart Huckabees” that caused this trend then they have some answering to do. If it wasn’t that, then what was it? I really want to know!

Why, why, why do people do this? I H8 “I heart”!!!!!

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