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Apparently, Absent-Mindedness is a Condition Without a Cure


Good morning Everyone!

I would like to be able to tell you that my 3 1/2 week absence was due to something spectacular, such as completing a full novel during NaNo month, FN. 1, but, alas it is just due to puttering around with various things, some of which I am sure I will share with you later.  I am fortunate enough to have a story or two to share with you that will at least make you smile, if not laugh.

Cell phones, smart phones

In my “little black book”, which these days is basically my cell phone, I have two cell phone numbers that have multiple sixes in them.  One of those cell phone numbers belongs to my sister, and the other belongs to my friend.  A little while ago, I spent the night at my sister’s house in Huntsville, and was able to leave later than my sister and her husband did.  I enjoyed sleeping in, and their dog was happy to have me there, but when it was time for me to go, Wolfgang had to go into his crate.  He was NOT happy about it.  I sent a text to my sister telling her that “Your dog is not very happy with me right now.”  I shortly received a reply to my statement – a question mark from my friend, followed by the pertinent observation that she very much doubted that her dog was unhappy with me, since she didn’t have one!

You’ve guessed it – I had mixed the two numbers up.  I sent the correct text to my sister, apologized to my friend and that was that.

Question Mark

Obviously, having made that mistake once would have cured me from making it again – or so anyone who doesn’t know me through this blog would think.  Apparently I am a slow learner, though – this weekend I sent a loooonnnnngggggg text to my friend about a project we are working on together.  Shortly afterwards, I received a response, which was simply “?” from my sister.  I mentally shook myself, sent the correct text to my friend, apologized to my sister and have resigned myself to waiting for the next installment of the story!

From Print Shop Professional 3.0Used under license; protected by copyright

From Print Shop Professional 3.0
Used under license; protected by copyright

Have a great day!

Nancy

FN 1.  “NaNo” stands for National Novel Writing Month, or something like that.  It is fairly well-known among writers.  It always is in November.  The challenge in NaNo month is to write an entire novel, or 50,000 words, whichever comes first, in one month.  I fully intend to participate in the insanity one year, but this year was not it.

Dog Wars


Good morning Everyone!

Having either fully recovered from my bronchitis, or being perfectly poised for a relapse, I’m not sure which, I am more than overdue in starting my posts back.  It’s good to be back with you!

From Print Shop Professional 3.0
Used under license; protected by copyright

The dogs have entered into a bed war at night.  It really got serious once we started letting Darwin join Mandy and Tyra in the bedroom at night.  We bought a new dog bed so each of them would have one, so now we have a small older bed, a rectangular dog bed with fake fur/fleece on the top and another brand new rectangular dog bed with a flannel top in the bedroom.

Husky Basset Hound Mix, Dog Bed

Boo in the Preferred Dog Bed

Mandy and Tyra have been politely warring over the fake fur bed for quite a while; Tyra in particular keeps trying to go to bed earlier and earlier so that she will have (and keep) possession of the fake fur bed over the other one, forcing Mandy into one of the two other beds.  Last night, I caught Tyra entering the bedroom at 6:30 so she could lay claim to it.  When Mandy misses out on the fake fur bed because she has stayed up later than Tyra, you can tell from the expression on her face that she really is quite miffed, which sends me into hysterical giggles.  (Mandy is so unflappable about most things it really is funny to see her nose out of joint!)

Dog, Dog on bed

Darwin’s Preferred Sleeping Spot – Our Bed!

When Darwin entered the bedroom ranks, we supposed that he would take over the brand new dog bed, but that is not how things worked out.  Darwin infinitely prefers to sleep on our bed, but since we don’t allow that (he’s just too big), he has had to settle for his second choice.  For example, last week, Tyra got the fake fur bed, and Darwin managed to curl all of himself (I still don’t know how he does it) into the small old bed, leaving Mandy with the big, new bed.  She stared at the other two for a while, hoping to stare one of them off of the other two beds, but that didn’t work – especially since the other two dogs had their eyes closed already – so after I turned the light out she started trotting back and forth in the bedroom.

Lab, Great Dane, Small Bed

Darwin in the Small Dog Bed

In the old house, that didn’t matter too much, but in our rental house, where there is only wooden floor and no carpet, there is only so much tap-tapping of a dog’s paws one can take at night.  Eventually it sounds like the entire cast of Riverdance is pacing around the bedroom in taps desperately trying to find the stage entrance.  I got up, frustrated, but then Mark suggested that I bring the second small old dog bed from the den into the bedroom and put the new dog bed in the den.  I did so, expecting that Mandy then would get into that bed and everyone would be still where I could go to sleep.

Tyra, Australian Shepherd, Dog Bed

Tyra in the “New” Round Bed from the Den

I had to go into the other room for just a minute, and when I came back, everyone was settled in nice and comfortably, but not as I expected.  Tyra stayed on the fake fur bed, but Darwin had co-opted the old small dog bed from the den, leaving Mandy with the old, small dog bed that was in the bedroom originally.  I’m not sure what the difference was, but it mattered to Darwin.  Mandy, at least, was mollified.

Last weekend, I decided to move the old, small dog bed from the den back to the den, and to replace it bought a bigger round bed that had more room.  It’s probably not much of a surprise that Darwin co-opted that bed.  Mandy is now beginning to regularly lay claim to the new, rectangular dog bed that she formerly rejected.  She’s managed to get it squished up into just the right shape.

Go figure!

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Concrete and Abstract


Good morning Everyone!

I thought I’d share a couple of “Kayla-isms” with you this morning, along with some views of my re-done abstract painting.

1) Beautiful Music

Symphony

Symphony: From Print Shop Professional 3.0

Some of you may recall that our family is gifted in the art of gentle satire.  One day last week, Kayla was bemoaning some terrible fact of her existence, such as her parent’s inexplicable insistence that her room does need to be picked up every now and then, and I responded with that gentle satire we are known for.  I don’t think she appreciated it, because she looked at me as she was getting out of the car and said, “Thanks for the symphony, Mom!”

2) Upside Down

Upside Down

Upside Down: From Print Shop Professional 3.0

Kayla recently acquired an iPod Touch with her own money, and apparently watched a YouTube video on how to make your hair longer, because she entered the living room, sat down in our armchair, then flipped herself over where her feet were sticking up in the air and her head (and consequently her hair) were sticking upside down.  More than a little curious, Mark and I inquired as to her new sitting position, only to be told that the YouTube video had said that one way to grow your hair long was to blow-dry it upside down.  When I started to laugh, she wanted to know what was so funny!

Blow Drying Hair

Blow Drying Hair: From Print Shop Professional 3.0

3) The Abstract Finished

A couple of week’s ago, in the art retrospective post that I published, I showed you this picture of my first abstract painting, and told you that I had decided to go back and do some more work on it:

After a few more weeks of work, here is the final version of the painting, which is called Fibonacci Zero: The Beginning (from Genesis: “In the beginning…the earth was without form and void and the Spirit of God moved over the waters…”):

Fibonacci Zero

Close-up: Fibonacci Zero: The Beginning

Here is a different view:

View 2

And finally, a third view looking at the painting from the right towards the left:

View 2

I like it a lot better now; the colors are richer and darker.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

The Sound….


Good Morning Everyone!

Picture, if you will, the following scene:

I am at the breakfast table, huddling over my breakfast and trying to wake up.  In the rooms in the back, which include my bedroom, I hear the normal tap-tapping, shuffle, shuffle sounds of the dogs playing.  I hear the scuffle, snarl that means that they are playing with some kind of fabric, and then there is silence.   (I should have started worrying then, but I am a slow starter in the a.m.) Suddenly, out of the blue, I hear “CLINK, Clink, clink.”

Only one thing could make that sound – my wedding ring bouncing onto the floor from my bedside table, and, earthquakes being in short supply this morning, there is only one way it could get there – being pulled down by a dog interested in chewing.

(To make matters worse, I have already lost my wedding ring twice in the last five years, and although Mark has been very sweet about it both times, the second time replacement was accompanied with the very reasonable request that I try to hold on to this one for a while!)

Fortunately, I rescued it in time, but it was a close call!   I never thought the day would come when I wanted them to chew socks….

Have a great day!

Nancy

The Mysterious Landscape of the 10-year-old Mind


Good morning Everyone!

80% of the time Kayla makes perfect sense, but then there’s the other 20% of the time…

Exhibit One

On Thursday, Kayla tells me that her (huge, bright green, state of the art) Nike backpack that we bought this year is too small.  I suggest that she go through and trim down what seems to permanently reside in said  book bag.  For some reason, that solution is not acceptable.

On Friday, when we are already running about 15 minutes late from the time we normally leave, and after I have been waiting in the car for her for five minutes, she comes out of the garage door carrying her purple and white backpack from last year, announcing that she has switched over to it because it is bigger.

On Monday, she exits the house after me with a small red and white backpack that is smaller than anything she has ever carried to school.  The reason?  Her other backpacks were too big!

Kayla has emphatically refused to take gymnastics for the past two years, and has decided this year to give up dance, so of course, Sunday afternoon, when I hear strange thumps and bangs in her room and go to check, she has set up a kind of gymnastics routine/obstacle course in her room with pillows that she wants me to watch!

Yesterday, we had a soccer game at 5:30, which means that the kids are supposed to be at the field by 5:00.  That time-table is fairly difficult for us to  meet but we managed to have just a minute or two where I could stop at a nearby convenience store and buy her a Gatorade and myself a soft drink.  When I got back in the car, she wanted me to open her Gatorade and I told her no, she needed to finish getting on her shin guards, socks and cleats before I would do so.  (Experience has taught me that I need to get what I want first, or I never will get it.)

She fussed mildly, but then announced as we were pulling into the parks and recreation area that she “ought to give me a break because she would be a mother some day.”

I glanced sideways at her, and then said, “There’s more to it than that.  Has anyone told you about the curse yet?”

She was curious.  “What curse?”

I answered, “They call it the parent’s curse.  When you have a child, she will be exactly like you.”

Kayla was silent for a minute, then asked, “Exactly like me?”

I answered, “Yes.”

She thought about it a minute more, and then said, “I need to change some things!”

The Daily Homework Dialogue:

Me:  Kayla, do you have any homework.

Kayla:  No.

Me:  Really?

At this point I get one of three answers.

Kayla Answer 1 (Angry):   Really, Mom, why don’t you believe me?

Kayla Answer 2:  Well, yes, but I’ve already done it.

Kayla Answer 3:  Well, yes, but I’m almost done.

Have a good day everyone!

Nancy

A Stranger at a Strange Sport: In Which I Become Soccer Mom


Strange – 4.  Outside of one’s previous experience; hitherto unknown; unfamiliar…

Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary, Random House, 2nd Ed. (2001)

Good Morning Everyone!

Our town’s Parks and Recreation Department supports a Fall soccer league.  Since Kayla has wanted to try soccer (football to those of you in parts outside of the United States) for years, and since this is the first year I have been able to arrange for her to make practices and games, I agreed to let her play.

fall

For someone who is attuned to the rhythms and rules of (American) football, the transition to soccer has not been easy.  I strongly suspect that I am not the only parent with a child in the league for the first time; at the first game, all of the parents sat fairly silent in their lawn chairs, almost like they were politely watching a tennis match.  I know what my problem was:  I didn’t know how to cheer or what positive encouragements to shout.

Applause, audience

Polite Applause

Don’t misunderstand me; I have the general idea that in soccer, the goal of one team is to kick the black and white ball into the soccer goal defended by the other team, but the rules are fairly foreign to me.  For example, during the second game (in which Kayla was assigned to play left forward), I kept yelling for Kayla to help defend her team’s goal, only to find out later from Kayla that a forward wasn’t allowed to go that far back.

soccer field

Soccer Field
from Print Shop Professional 3.0

Another mystery is exactly why the referee decides to blow his whistle sometimes, and not other times.  I understand the out-of-bounds call (although there are times when I don’t understand why he gave the ball to one particular team over another – I would have sworn the last person to touch the ball was on the team that got to throw it in), and the fact that the whistle will blow if one of the players touches the ball with their hands, except for the goalie.  But there are other times when the whistle blows for no discernible reason.

From Print Shop Professional 3.0

At one such whistle blow, a helpful parent explained to me that the penalty was “off-sides.”  When I asked what “off-sides” in soccer meant, she told me that the offense was not allowed to dribble the ball down the field to the defensive goal without the defense having a chance to catch up.  At least, that’s what I thought she said, but I may have completely misunderstood.  It seems a little unfair that the offense would have to wait for the defense to catch up before scoring; isn’t that why the goalie is there?

Game Official
From Print Shop Professional 3.0

When the ball is kicked from the corner of the goal box by (what I think is called) a fullback – one of the three players that don’t cross the center line and stay on defense all the time – versus when the goalie can either throw it out of the goal box or kick it out of the goal box is something else I have yet to understand.  I am about convinced that the referee reads tea leaves on the go in order to make that call, since I have yet to discern a pattern.

From Print Shop Professional 3.0

As far as penalty kicks are concerned, I am hopelessly confused.  I have seen the kids make several fine “run-in” tackles (where they run into each other) without a single whistle blow, and then other times when, to my inexperienced eyes, it looks like nothing wrong has happened, but  a whistle blows and a penalty kick is awarded (usually to the other team – or maybe my observations are a bit biased?)

Cheers
from Print Shop Professional 3.0

I have figured out the names of most of the kids on the team and have learned several decent ways of cheering – simple statements like “Good kick, _____” “Great hustle, ____!”, “Kayla, attack the ball!”, “Come on Green, let’s get the ball out of there” – that one is designed especially for the defense –  and “Great effort, ____!”.  In addition, any time Kayla does anything on the field that looks good to me, I pop out of my lawn chair like a crazy woman screaming at the top of my lungs, “Way to go, Kayla!”  Any time anyone on the team scores, I also leap out of my lawn chair, screaming something brilliantly original such as “Yea!”

Fall soccer season is short – our last games have to be played by October 15 – so I only have a few more games to try to decipher the rules.  If I don’t, then I am going to show up at spring soccer with my own, rigged tea leaves for the refs to use in making their calls – that way I can be sure that all of the calls are against the other team, not our team!  Because, at the end of the day, the only requirement to be a soccer mom is to have a child in soccer, and to cheer for her team.

Tea Leaves

Tea Leaves, Ready to be Rigged
from Print Shop Professional 3.0

Have a great weekend everyone!

Nancy

Rules I Never Thought I’d Need – An Addition


Good morning Everyone! 

I have a new rule to include with my parenting list of rules I never thought I’d need:

Do not blow-dry the dogs after they have been outside in the rain.

Image designed by me with clip-art from The Print Shop III.

We think Mandy will recover emotionally, given time.  She seems, however, to have acquired a newfound respect for even vacuum cleaners. 

Mandy

Go figure!

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Things that make me go hmmm….


Good morning Everyone!

Here are a few things that make me go  “hmmmm….” :

1)   “Mom, where is the screwdriver?”

Dog, eating, counter

2) Plates clinking mysteriously in the kitchen when Mark, Kayla and I are together in the den.

3)  Squirrels hopping aimlessly in the center of the road after I screech my car to a full stop to keep from hitting them.

4) My dogs playing the “barking” game every time I pick up the phone.

5)  The following dialogue:

From the other room:  Bang, squeak, Bang, BANG!  
Me:  What are you doing? 
Kayla:  Nothing! 
 
 

6) Watching the Gecko, Flo and the Allstate mayhem guy and wondering exactly how far can each insurance company spin the campaign out?

7) The AFLAC Duck’s mysterious absence from the airwaves.

8)  For the past three months, the cashier announcing at the drive-thru at the local Burger King that the frozen coke machine is broken.  (I don’t know if I am more bemused by the fact that the thing has been broken for three months now and they are not fixing it or the fact that I am stupid enough to keep asking about it after three months.)

8) A local fast food burger joint running out of hamburger!

9) An Auburn University football season starting at 0-2.

10)  The chewed, now toeless sock sitting in the middle of the living room floor when I know for certain I safely locked all the socks away from the dogs only thirty minutes ago.

11) Political commercials.   Any of them.

12) Political commentary.  All of it.

13) The fact that I can’t make a comment about the Chick-Fil-A cows good or bad without the possibility that it will be construed as a political statement, good or bad.

14) The mysterious return of my soft pastels (a chalk-like type of painting substance) to my bedroom when they are supposed to be safely in the craft-room unused.

Have a great day!

Nancy

The Working Parents’ Olympics


Hi Everyone!

I have, a little to my surprise, found that I miss the Olympics, both the competition and the pageantry.  So, to fill this void in my television watching life (at least during those moments when I’m not watching football) I want to propose a new set of Olympic games – the Working Parents’ Olympics.  There are several interesting events that we could use to start them off.

Road Rage = Automatic Disqualification from the Event!

The first event would be “Rush Hour Racing.”  Contestants begin at various points equidistant from the race’s end at the height of morning rush hour (for the qualifying heats) at the major city closest to the Olympic venue, with the finish line in the very heart of the city’s business district.  To provide a challenging twist, the race for the gold is held during Friday afternoon rush hour preceding a three-day weekend and is run from the business district to the suburbs.  There would be time penalties given to contestants for road rage, swearing and any unfair tactics imposed on innocent drivers, but a contestant could also receive time deductions for successful management of stress as well as creative, productive uses of rush hour time.

The Commuter Cup Event

Another competition that would draw good TV ratings would be the commuter’s cup.  Each contestant is required to receive a car load of eight children with eight different activities to attend scattered across the Olympic venue.  The task is to deliver the children on time to each activity; a contestant is automatically disqualified from the final round if the drive and delivery exceeds 45 minutes, tops.  The winner is the one that, in the final race, delivers the children to each designated activity in the least amount of time.  Shamelessly exploiting America’s inexplicable and insatiable appetite for reality TV, each car will be provided with a hidden video camera.  To make the commuter cup races more realistic,  two of the eight children must be related to each other, and there is at least one child secretly assigned the role of whiner and another secretly assigned the role of instigator.

Grocery Shopping Relay

One of the more challenging events would be the Grocery Store Relays.  These races have both 400 and 800 meter races.  The 400 meter teams are teams of 4, while the 800 meter teams consist of 8 parents.  Each member of each team must complete a grocery shopping run in the shortest amount of time possible.  Each lap of the relay includes a shopping list, $100.00 in spending money and two children, although the ages of the children vary with each lap.  To add the element of chance, during at least one lap of each relay, randomly determined by drawing and hidden from the contestants, at least one child will demand an unexpected bathroom break.

The 1st lap includes a 1 and 2-year-old, the 2nd lap must be completed with a 3 and 4-year-old, the 3rd lap contestant races with a 5 and 6-year-old and (in the last lap for the 400 meter racers), the 4th lap comes complete with a 7 and 8-year-old.   In an effort to challenge the racers in the longer competition, the 5th lap will continue with two children, a 9 and 10-year-old, while the last three laps include on one child, but with additional circumstances.  The 6th leg of the 800 meter relay must be completed with an 11-year-old girl interested in leaving the store with one of everything she sees, whether she needs it or not, while the 7th leg includes a tired 12-year-old girl or boy barely willing to move.  Finally, the 8th lap must be completed with a hungry 13-year-old boy in the middle of a growth spurt – this situation challenges the contestants’ patience and wallet in one fell swoop!

Multi-Tasking Muddle

In an effort to bring some sense of realism to these games, another competition is the “Multi-tasking Muddle,” where contestants are placed at various work sites with tasks to complete, some work related, some family related.  The tasks require different skills to complete them, ranging from negotiation skills to typing skills to budgeting.  All of the tasks must be completed in less than one hour; the first contestant who finishes with the fewest mistakes wins the gold.

Preparing for Synchronized Sorting

An event that will bring fun to one of the most boring activities on the household chores list is that of “Synchronized Sorting.”  A cross between crewing and synchronized swimming, synchronized sorting requires teams of four parents to sort through a large pile of dirty laundry in rhythm, in a recognizable pattern,  and as fast as possible – as a team event, the winner is the team that performs the best routine in the least time possible.

Sample Cooking Contest Entry

The next event, which will be scored based not upon time but skill and presentation, is the Menu Planning/Cooking Medley.  This contest, somewhat like the “Iron Chef” competition, but more reality based, requires each contestant to plan three consecutive dinner meals from a prescribed list of ingredients.  Each meal must be able to be prepared in 30 minutes or less using only the ingredients provided to each contestant.  Take-out is not allowed.  The ingredients will vary.  For example, one person may receive three apples, four pork chops, ketchup, pickles, flour and corn, while someone else may receive a head of lettuce, 1 pound of hamburger, ketchup, six peaches, 12 tomatoes and rice.  Contestants receive scores based on originality, acceptability to young children and spouses, presentation and time.

The final event in this first edition of the Working Parents’ Olympics provides the excitement of a ping-pong table tennis event with the tension of a scored event such as gymnastics – this is the “Arena of Argument Event.”  Teams of parents will compete with teams of children.  There will be different areas covered, such “Room-Cleaning,” “House-keeping,” “Attending Other Events,” and “Activities Beyond Years.”  There also will be different age levels – after all, arguing with a two-year old (which bears a suspicious resemblance to arguing with a computer, except that the computer cries less and reasons more) is very different from arguing with a 13-year-old!  Scores are based upon creativity of argument, tone (the less hateful and heated, the better), lack of sarcasm and use of humor.  A parental contestant is disqualified if he or she uses the rejoinder “Because I said so” while a child contestant is disqualified if he or she stomps a foot or makes a fist declaring, “You just don’t understand!”  Each round of argument  is restricted to three minutes.

I think that would be enough to cure my current Olympic void.  What other events might you like to see, and which do you think you would be the best at?

Have a good day everyone!

Nancy

What I Learned Over Summer Vacation


Good morning Everyone!

Sun, Summer

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

My mini-summer vacation and Kayla’s full summer vacation came to an end on Monday, and so I thought I’d share what I learned over my summer vacation.

Morning, wake up

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

1) I like not having to get up before 6 a.m.

Multi-tasking, work

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

2) Work expands to fill the time available for it.

3)  Planning is essential, even when you’re off.  Otherwise nothing gets done.

Moving Dolly, Moving Boxes

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

4) A six-week mini-break definitely helps when you are moving into one house and getting another ready to sell.

Tearing Out Hair

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

5) A parent can come up with multiple, innovative ways to discipline a 10-year-old, and the 10-year-old can still come up with multiple, innovative ways to drive the parent over the edge.

6) Kayla works very well with animals; both Darwin and Mandy are much better behaved at the end of this summer than they were at the beginning and it is all due to her training.  Mandy still grazes counters at will and Darwin still likes to chew, though!

Holding Hands

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

7) My little girl is growing up way too fast.  I”m glad she’s still willing to hold hands.

Different Rhythms

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

8) Stay at home parents work as hard as parents who work outside the home.  It’s just that the rhythms of the jobs are different.

9) Even off work, the temperatures in July and August in Alabama vary between miserable and intolerable. 

Dog Smiling

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

10) The dogs like having me home during the day.

11) I don’t mind hanging around with myself, after all.

Siesta, Nap, Snooze

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

12) I didn’t take a nap everyday like I thought I would!

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

13) Farmville is a lot of fun, but it takes way too much time to play.

14) Picking up is even more important in a small house than in a large house.

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

15) Your friends at work are still your friends even when you’re off work.

From ClickArt Online, by Broderbund

16)  Cooking is not my calling.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy