5:30 am: Hubby wrestles me into an upright position, pries open my fingers, places a hot cup of coffee into my hand, and bellows: “TIME TO GET UP!”
Yeah, well it takes a LOT to get me out of bed in the morning.
6:00 am: Tiger and I are barreling north on the I-5, on our way to an Irvine swim meet. Hubby went Thursday and Friday, but it’s my turn today. And as I pass through the border checkpoint, I realize the dangers of dressing while only semi-conscious: I’m wearing capris, something you should never do if you haven’t shaved your legs in a week.
I resign myself to looking as if I wore Ugg boots inside-out—when I notice something in the van’s console… a little piece of machinery that might come in handy later.
7:00 am: Tiger and I arrive in the aquatics center parking lot. He tells me to hurry but I tell him to go on ahead, that I’ll catch up. He shrugs and leaves. When the coast is clear I reach for…
…the cordless electric razor Hubby accidentally left in the van. Bwa ha!
7:15 am: I set up shop under the parent tarp. I did about half of my Super Sabado last night and it’ll probably be late again, seeing as how I’ve got this swim meet to do. But hey! Why not work on what I’ve got so far?
I open my laptop, and seconds later choirs of angels sing a heavenly chorus:
“The Aquatics Center has Wireless Access… Oooh wahhh.”
Today’s Super Sabado is another mish mash, as several swim team parents didn’t do their mandatory volunteer hour of timing and some of us had to fill in for the deadbeats.
Oh, yeah, and I had to chase down a few parents who’ve been successfully avoiding my snack bar duty roster.
And then there was Tiger to watch in his events… that’s the whole point of a swim meet, right?
Yes, it may be startling if you don’t realize you’ve encountered one until it goes off, or feel the breeze when it flushes too early, but the benefits far outweigh the drawbacks.
April of Desperate Writer, on one of the wonders of modern civilization. It’s pretty nice, but not as handy as wireless internet access.
I’m not a nutritionist, but I think cheese fries count as a fresh vegetable.
Non-Nutritionist Joe Ditzel. We prefer a far superior vegetable: the CHILI Cheese Fries, perhaps the second best wonder of modern civilization.
I look out the van window and coming towards us are about 100 people on bikes…and the first thing I remember thinking is that’s a lot of people wearing beige.
Vicky of Desperate to be a Housewife, and her very first impression of the World Naked Bike Ride.
No more comments on the wonders of modern civilization, okay?
Big booty, little booty, it doesn’t matter. It hurts like hell to ride for more than 3 or 4 hours.
Susan of Church of Angst, and HER first impression of riding in the World Bike Ride.
WAH! We’re just messin’ with ya. Susan was on a MOTORCYCLE. FULLY CLOTHED. But not, we presume, wearing capris.
Herself is standing at the head of the bed, on the pillows. Seeing me, she unfurls her little bat ears, ear tassels straight out, big, buggy little dog eyes unblinking.
Pat Kirby of Prickly Pear Wine in a classic Rat Dog Standoff. (You can dart from blog to blog all you want, Pat, but we’re gonna find you anyway.)
Each time, Rachel would hold out a nugget, Lucy would work it out of her fist and eat it, and both would turn to me. Rachel would be grinning proudly and the dog was… not. “She’s going to get bored before I starve to death, right? Because I’m really hungry.”
Dale of To Love, Honor and Blog II, on another kind of stand off.
Jennifer Connelly has a spooky dream *drip* her daughter plays with an “imaginary friend” *drip* the creepy super refuses to fix the leak *drip* *drip* a missing little girl’s backpack keeps appearing/disappearing *drip* maybe Jennifer Connelly is crazy and it’s rubbing off on her daughter, like her own mom did to her *drip* teenage punks ogle Connelly *drip* maybe her ex-husband is behind it all! *drip* No wait! The imaginary friend is a ghost! *SPLAT*
Screamwriter summing up a pretty drippy movie.
Think about it. You go to the pump, intending on putting $15 in the tank. As the pump nears $15, you slow down, and do the little shuffle of squeeze, stop, look, squeeze stop, look, “damn, $15.01?, and the proceed to go to the next dollar. That could easily happen again at $16, and now you’re at $17. Say it stops. You put the pump away, go about your business, not thinking about the extra $2 you spent that you didn’t intend to. If that occurs with 60% of the customers, that could be an extra $1000 or more a day
Miklb’s Mindless Ramblings, with a little bit of a conspiracy theory.
Mary [Holiday – 10]: What do I want to take with me? What is appropriate for our destination, time of year and latest weather forecast? Which items are still in fashion or favour? Which ensembles work together well? What is still in the laundry basket that needs to go through the washing machine in order to be clean and ironed in time to pack?
Mark [Holiday – 1]: Opens wardrobe. Is it clean? Yup. That’ll do then, job done!
Mark McLellan of Gullible’s Travels, on the differences in the way men and women pack for a holiday.
I’m having a bit of revenge on my sinuses which is causing both of us a lot of pain but it’s blowing the cobwebs away. I’m listening to ‘Supermassive Black Hole’ by Muse at an ear bleeding volume.
Gary Shewan, who claims this tune will blow the spiders away, too.
J’s at a friend’s all day. P is at school. D might be going out – would you believe I had to show her how to use the washing machine? She’s 15!
Hello, Podz? TEENAGER.
Aw Mawage…
…is not wot bwings us togevver tooday.
A Perfect Anomaly, channeling her inner Princess Bride.
Is it just me, or do you notice weird phrases, titles and advertising? I’ve written a couple of times about a local alternative paper listing certain Mexican activities as “Day of the Dead Sugar Skulls.” I wondered at first, now chuckle to myself, “What is a dead sugar skull?”
Georganna of Writers Edge. We’re guessing it must be the opposite of a “live sugar skull,” which is harder to catch and therefore more expensive.
Dust bunnies flying every where. Or where they running for their hairy lives, trying to dodge the vacuum and me?
Kristen, who moved, but Chaos found her anyway.
Me ~~ “You are so beautiful”.
“A” ~~ ” Thankyou, you are beautiful too”.
Me ~~ “Awww, thanks my love”.
“A” ~~ “Your welcome, you’re the most beautiful mum i know and i love you”!!
Michelle‘s daughter, “A” doing one of those things that make us parents go all squishy inside. Way to go, A!
I am tired. Fortunately, I have mastered the fine art of sleeping nearly anywhere. Unfortunately, I have also mastered the fine art of sleeping with my mouth hanging open like a vast cavern, and usually in the vicinity of my childrens’ friends.
TC of Fish in My Hair, doing one of those things that make us parents want to jump up and give each other high fives.
And for those of you who’ve stayed until the very end, here’s a video I saw earlier this week and I can’t get it out of my head! Did you guys know that Christopher Walken is a dancer? He’s a good one, too!
Hairy…
LOL….
The dangers of warm weather…
Oops, there goes another hairy dust bunny. They’re spawning, again.
Thanks for the fix. I was frantic for a bit. 😉
Hilarious!! Trust me, you’re not alone in last minute hairy leg rescues!
I was so nervous about picking the right suit for a meeting with a new client that I completely forgot to shave my legs. It was summertime in Phoenix, so nylons were not required – in fact, wearing them would have given my customer-to-be the first impression that I was a complete dodo. And yet there I was in the sweltering parking lot of a major corporation with hairy legs, a gym bag containing a disposable razor and nothing but my own sweat for lubrication.
I got the business. I wonder if that means no one noticed that my legs looked as though I’d just contracted chicken pox.
BTW, LOVE the Christopher Walken video! Who knew!
Man! that leg shaving story is a classic.
My kids studied ballet for a few years, until they hired Attila the Hun as artistic director at the Arizona Ballet School. I keep trying to entice them back with offers of concurrent classes in jazz, or tap. Maybe I’ll show the boy that Christopher Walken video, see if he reconsiders.
Mornings are the worst. And I’ll make a note for myself to always leave a handy razor in the car because that is a brilliant idea. LOL.
-Mary Anne
Hi, guys! What a weekend!
I just got back from the Wren Family Party and 1st Annual Karaoke Competition… and boy, am I pooped. But wait until you see tomorrow’s Monday Morning Mojo. Stinky!
Hi, Bernita!
The dust bunnies may be hairy, Kristen, but at least they’re not shaving. I’d call that a good sign.
Ouch, Elizabeth—my legs are cringing!
M.G., isn’t Walken amazing? He does such a great job.
Hello, Mary Anne… thank you for dropping in for a visit.
yes… but did you use the razor? I’d be buzzing up a storm!
I’m so proud of you! You are a hero to all potential “Ugg Booted” women world wide :o)
Yup, I used the razor, Dennie… the first time I’ve ever shaved in a car, but not the first person to do so, as you can see by Elizabeth’s comment. I’d say she wins the Parked Auto Shaving Tournament, based o the huge amount of of pain tolerance in that story.
Thank you, Michelle… I hope to be visiting everybody’s blogs today, including my favorite legal eagle down under!