Saturday, July 05, 2003

What a great 4th of July! I have to say that I'm more impressed with my daughter every day. She is just such a trooper.

Surviving on only a 45 minute nap yesterday afternoon, she played with the best of them. My parents-in-law's block has so many kids ranging from 2-7. They all play really well with each other and they just love my daughter. They drive her around on her little tricycle and are always holding her hand.

Yesterday, during the July 4th festivities, one of the neighbors rented a bouncehouse. My daughter bravely faced it (with adult supervision, of course ... boy does it get hot in those things!). She had so much fun. She tried her hardest to stand up, only to fall back down when someone else jumped. But she never quit. I need to be more like her.

Then she chowed down on chips, hotdogs, watermelon, milk and lots of water (I think yesterday was the hottest it's been since I moved here four years ago. She just never stopped. She pet the dogs, she danced to oldies music, she smelled the flowers, she joined the other kids in a sidewalk chalk art show (she was covered with chalk, and we only had to stop when she became more interested in eating the chalk than scribbling).

When it got dark, she watched in awe as the other kids walked around with their sparklers. My husband got one for her (not to hold of course) and her eyes lit up. It didn't even scare her when she heard the crackling sounds and pops of fireworks as other neighborhoods celebrated the day.

She was out like a light when we got home. Watching her peaceful face as she slept, I just don't know how we got so lucky to have a little girl like her.

Thursday, July 03, 2003

I thought I'd do the Friday Five a little early since I'm going to be busy with July 4th preparations:

1. What were your favorite childhood stories?
I loved the E.B. White stories: Charlotte's Web, Stuart Little, Trumpet of the Swan. Charlotte's Web was my absolute favorite, but I also wished sometimes I could be small like Stuart Little and sleep in his little bed made out of a matchbox. Of course, I also loved the Judy Blume books: Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, Blubber, Are You There God It's Me Margaret. She really knew how the capture the angst of growing up. I also read Nancy Drew, but mainly to read what outfit she was wearing. These were always described down to the button for some reason. What her outfits had to do with solving crimes I'll never know.

2. What books from your childhood would you like to share with [your] children?
I bought the collector's set of the E.B. White books. I only hope my daughter will love them as much as me. She loves her books now: Goodnight Moon, Goodnight Gorilla, The Hungry Caterpillar. I can pretty much recite them by heart because she wants them read over and over.

3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything?
I've noticed that with most children's books, as well as cartoons or movies, always have some element of adult humor or adult themes. Not like dirty jokes, just more sarcastic comments, poignant moments or funny undertones or facial expressions in pictures that kids just don't get. That's most recently evident in the Harry Potter books. Of course, kids love them, but there are so many things that adults can appreciate, simply by being adults.

4. How old were you when you first learned to read?
I'm not sure. But I do know that I wrote my first story when I was five, so I must have known how to read then.

5. Do you remember the first 'grown-up' book you read? How old were you?
I know in Sunday School we always had to read some of the Bible. That's about as grown up as you can get. But if you're talking literature, I read Jaws when I was about 10 or 11. It was during the summer at my grandmother's house. There wasn't much to do there, so I always read her books. The part I still remember to this day was the scene in the beginning when the two lovers are skinny-dipping (did I just say "lovers"?). When the girl first feels she shark, she's not sure what it was. But then she reaches down and doesn't feel her foot, which is when she starts freaking out. From that point on, I was hooked.

Wednesday, July 02, 2003

Well, one down, one to go. I finally heard back from one of the companies that I was (im)patiently waiting for a reply. They've decided to go with another candidate. This was the job that I thought would be really challenging, but I guess I just didn't have enough experience. I must say that I'm really bummed. But, in a way, I do feel a load lifted. One less thing I have to wait for.

I also heard from the other company today (Wednesday must be the day for call backs). This is the job where my first and second interviews went really well. They were supposed to have made a decision by last Friday who they would hire, but I never heard anything. She called today to apologize for not getting back to me, but that they were holding off on making the decision until next Monday. I'm not sure what that means, but I hope it's not more bad news for me.

The more I think about it, the more I wish that my husband and I had just splurged and gone ahead on that trip to Vegas. At least I wouldn't have been sitting around for days waiting for the call.

But, I do have to say that despite all that, we had a lot of fun going to the beach yesterday, going swimming in my sister-in-law's pool today and just enjoying these beautiful summer days. I'm going to see a matinee of Legally Blond 2 tomorrow with my sisters-in-law (sister-in-laws?) so that should be a fun way to kill a few hours. Then of course there is the 4th of July celebration where I'll load up on hot dogs, hamburgers, and lots of beer. Before I know it, Monday will be here and hopefully I'll have good news to report.

Tuesday, July 01, 2003

I had such a great day today, despite the fact that I'm still waiting to hear about whether I have a job (yesterday I was so bummed that I didn't hear anything ... I was so sure I'd hear something ... my husband and I even joked that if I got the call, we'd head off to Vegas to celebrate since he doesn't have school this week ... no luck).

Anyway, today was such a beautiful day. I had a really great, sweaty workout this morning. Then I came home, and fed Boogie lunch and then my husband, Boogie and I headed off to the beach. This was the first time little Boogie has been in waves, and I just have to say she's fearless (how I envy her). She loved it. She played in the wet sand and stood her ground when the waves threatened to push her over. She's amazing. We spent about almost two hours enjoying the surf and sand and then headed home so Boogie could take her well-deserved nap.

We went out tonight to eat Japanese food with some people who are very special to us. We were celebrating the fact that they are finally having a baby. They've been trying for a very long time and finally had to go the in-vitro route. Now she's 5 weeks along and we're just so excited. I just want the best for them.

So now, I'm a little buzzed on Asahi beer and great food and just thankful that I had such a great day. Now if only I could hear something soon about a job, then I'd have nothing more to complain about (for now!).

Sunday, June 29, 2003

I have turned into such a girl. Yes, I can still take out the trash and move furniture around, but the girlie part comes into play when it comes to killing bugs.

I've lived on my own since I was 19. Sometimes I had a roommate, sometimes I've lived alone, sometimes I had an ex-husband, but in all those cases, if I had to kill a bug in the house, I did it.

My first roommate used to kill the bugs, but leave them where she killed them. So I'd turn on the light in the kitchen and lo and behold, a dead roach would be laying in the sink. Not a pretty sight first thing in the morning, or at anytime for that matter. After a few discussions, we agreed that whoever killed the bug cleaned it up.

But I digress. My point was I wasn't afraid of killing bugs. I didn't like it, but I did it. Once, I lived with my ex-husband (then my boyfriend) and another girl roommate. The three of us shared a shower with a separate bathroom (a toilet and sink) on each side. One morning, very early, I turned on the light to take a shower and saw this gigantic roach above the doorway to my roommate's bathroom. Knowing I was the only one up at that time, I knew I had to kill it. Now, if you've never been to Florida, you cannot grasp how big roaches are. And in Florida, having roaches doesn't mean you're not clean. They go everywhere, even to the richest person's house. But that's not all. They fly. Palmetto bugs are what we call them, but they're just gigantic roaches.

Now my method of killing bugs is to just spray bug spray on them until they're dead. I cannot stand the crunching sound of either hitting them with a shoe (which I'll do if I don't have bug spray), or worse yet, just taking some tissue and killing them with your hands (I've never done it and never will).

So I stood underneath the doorway of my bathroom and sprayed my heart out trying to kill this thing. But as soon as the spray hit the roach, it started flying ... toward me! I stood there shocked, a small scream coming from my mouth, but unable to move. I guess the spray finally killed it though because it dropped right at my feet. I don't know what I would have done if it had actually landed on me. Fainted I guess.

I've had a few bad bug experiences. Once, while I was still living in Florida, a friend and I were heading out for a night on the town. I had my window rolled halfway down because it was such a nice night. I was rambling on as I usually do, and she looked over and said, "You might want to roll up your window." "Why?" I asked, looking over at my window. "I thought I saw a bug on the window," she said. "I don't see anything. Are you sure?" "Oh, it must have crawled back down. Don't worry about it." I rolled up my window just in case it decided to crawl back up, and we headed to the gas station. As I was pulling in, I felt a little tickle behind my ear. I thought it was my hair and reached up to push it back. I felt a large mass behind my ear and became frantic. Here I am trying to drive while brushing this giant bug from my head. The bad part is when I brushed my ear, the bug went down my shirt. I quickly jerked the car into the gas station parking lot and jumped out of the car screaming, stomping my feet and fanning my shirt to get whatever it was out of there. "Here it is," my friend said, pointing to a roach in the driver's seat. "Get it out!" I screamed, my stomach rolling at the thought that the roach had been in my hair nd down my shirt. The funny thing is there were these really cute guys in a jeep getting gas. "Are you OK?" one of them asked. "Yeah, I just had a roach in my hair," I called back. He looked at me, got in the jeep and drove away. I guess that's not such a great pick-up line.

A few days later, I was at a bar with my friends. We were sitting in a booth having a great time, when I felt something hit me on the front of my chest near my shoulder. I thought someone had thrown something at me, so I looked at the booth in front of me, but no one was really paying attention to me. So I looked down and saw this June bug on my shirt. It kind of freaked me out, one, because I wasn't expecting it, and two, because from that angle, it looked really big. I was probably a bit over dramatic as I brushed it off my shirt, but it just creeped me out.

Which brings me to the point of this blog. A few nights ago, I was laying in bed reading the latest Harry Potter book. My husband had already fallen asleep as it was nearly midnight. I heard a weird sound, and thought it might be my daughter rolling over in her sleep. The sound went away, so I went back to reading. Eventually I turned off my light and just started dozing off when I heard a buzzing and clicking sound coming from the overhead ceiling fan. A lay there for a few minutes trying to figure out what it was, but the sound went away. Then I heard the same sound over by the window and realized that a bug was caught between the window and the blinds. I turned on the light, got up to investigate and saw a June bug crawling on the windowsill. All of a sudden it took flight moving toward the bedroom door. I was worried that it would fly into my daughter's room, but then it circled back, flying toward me. I ducked a little and it flew toward my nightstand, where it settled on the rug. "Hon," I said to my husband. "You need to wake up. There's a June bug in the room." "Mmmmwwhhat?" he asked groggily. "It's a June bug!" "Well, kill it," he said, rolling over and going back to sleep. So I went to get a shoe from my closet, knowing in the back of my mind that a shoe on carpet rarely works, and preparing for the angry attack when I took the shoe away and the bug flew at me (which is always what I worry about ... hence, the bug spray). Anyway, I tried to hit it with the shoe, but it crawed behind the night stand. From that angle there was no way I was going to try to it. Imagine the only thing the bug sees is my face peering over the nightstand? That's just asking for trouble ... a bug in the eye, or worse yet, the mouth. "Hon, you have to get up and kill it," I pleaded. "Mmm, where ish it?" he mumbled. "Behind the nightstand. Please?" "Get me some toilet paper," he said. I gave it to him, he reached over and pinched the bug between the toilet paper. "Here you go, you can flush it," he said calmly, rolling over and going back to sleep. I walked with the toilet paper far in front of me and gave the toilet a satisfying flush.

It's just weird how since I've been married I've stopped doing the not-so-pleasant tasks that I used to do. I mean, I did everything but stand on a chair shouting, "Eek!" So much for me being this tough strong girl who can do anything. But I do appreciate a husband who is willing to be woken up from a dead sleep to kill a harmless bug that I just find creepy. I guess it's one of the many perks of being married.