From the profound:
"Are Oma and Opa going to go up to the sky to be with Papa Jesus soon?" Pause. " Is Missy going to go with them?"
Oma and Opa being my paternal grandparents and her great grandparents who are by no means ill or infirm. Missy being their dog.
To the ridiculous:
"When I grow up and have a baby in my tummy can I go to a Wiggles concert?"
Open to suggested responses on either!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Lesson Learned
1) When you call the gas company and say you smell gas leaking from your stove when you turn it on and as it heats up, they take you seriously and send a tech out right away, no matter the day or hour. In fact they take you so seriously that they won't even let you hang up your phone in fear that could cause a spark and they disconnect it for you remotely.
2) It probably would have been wiser to call last Thursday when I first noticed the smell instead of just turning the stove off, getting away with not cooking dinner and going about our business throughout the weekend.
3) If your immediate neighbor in attached housing is having their kitchen redone, including having new hardwood floors installed and finished, that "gas" smell emanating from your stove could very well be the chemicals from their work burning off through your gas line. Huh? Curious. At least the Washington Gas techs didn't treat me like I was a fool and reassured me that it's better to be safe than sorry (even 4 days later!)
Guess I have to come home to cook dinner again after back-to-school night tonight. Sigh...
2) It probably would have been wiser to call last Thursday when I first noticed the smell instead of just turning the stove off, getting away with not cooking dinner and going about our business throughout the weekend.
3) If your immediate neighbor in attached housing is having their kitchen redone, including having new hardwood floors installed and finished, that "gas" smell emanating from your stove could very well be the chemicals from their work burning off through your gas line. Huh? Curious. At least the Washington Gas techs didn't treat me like I was a fool and reassured me that it's better to be safe than sorry (even 4 days later!)
Guess I have to come home to cook dinner again after back-to-school night tonight. Sigh...
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Homeowner Woes
I love our house. I do. And people did warn me that as soon as we moved in shizz would start to happen and the repairs and maintenance would be on us, but there are some days I really do miss our nutty old property manager and being able to place the responsibility on her to get things done for us. This past weekend for example:
1) Our 2 year old roof leaked. Into Leila's bedroom. Causing plaster to fall down around the A/C vent in her ceiling. The plaster that is still barely hanging is now Duct taped up. Ghetto fabulous I tell you, but can't do much about fixing that until we tackle the source of the roof leak. That 2 year old roof is under warranty for issues of workmanship and materials found to be at fault of the roofers. They went out yesterday and whatever the issue it is apparently one that is not covered by warranty. They're probably shifting the blame to the air duct work. I don't really know, but the woman who answers the phone gives me 2 word answers and says they'll send me an estimate when the owner of the company gets back in town...
2) PESTS. Yes, it is a 50 + year old attached row house. Yes, I recognize we will have pests no matter how clean we keep the place. However, it seems that my pest issues are always just slightly more gruesome than most. Sunday, I'm sitting on the kitchen floor playing with Leila and her train tracks when something catches my eye hanging out of the bottom of the dishwasher. I catch Cesar coming up the stairs from the basement and say "look down there, does that look like a mouse's tail to you." He looks and says "yeah, no, I think it may be a cable..." but puts on a latex glove and gives it a tug and sure enough, a nice, dried, rotting tail snaps off between his fingers. We had no clue how to get into the bottom of the washer to access the rest of the corpse and I had to go in search of the Kenmore manual. Finally figured it out and it was clear to our noses that the little guy had been there a while. Accompanied by a fair smattering of droppings and cockroach carcasses. Thank god for the suction of my Dyson's hose b/c I'd be do squeamish to clean it out otherwise.
1) Our 2 year old roof leaked. Into Leila's bedroom. Causing plaster to fall down around the A/C vent in her ceiling. The plaster that is still barely hanging is now Duct taped up. Ghetto fabulous I tell you, but can't do much about fixing that until we tackle the source of the roof leak. That 2 year old roof is under warranty for issues of workmanship and materials found to be at fault of the roofers. They went out yesterday and whatever the issue it is apparently one that is not covered by warranty. They're probably shifting the blame to the air duct work. I don't really know, but the woman who answers the phone gives me 2 word answers and says they'll send me an estimate when the owner of the company gets back in town...
2) PESTS. Yes, it is a 50 + year old attached row house. Yes, I recognize we will have pests no matter how clean we keep the place. However, it seems that my pest issues are always just slightly more gruesome than most. Sunday, I'm sitting on the kitchen floor playing with Leila and her train tracks when something catches my eye hanging out of the bottom of the dishwasher. I catch Cesar coming up the stairs from the basement and say "look down there, does that look like a mouse's tail to you." He looks and says "yeah, no, I think it may be a cable..." but puts on a latex glove and gives it a tug and sure enough, a nice, dried, rotting tail snaps off between his fingers. We had no clue how to get into the bottom of the washer to access the rest of the corpse and I had to go in search of the Kenmore manual. Finally figured it out and it was clear to our noses that the little guy had been there a while. Accompanied by a fair smattering of droppings and cockroach carcasses. Thank god for the suction of my Dyson's hose b/c I'd be do squeamish to clean it out otherwise.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
I've been wondering how long...
...it would take her to discover mom's lipstick.
The real deal. Not chapstick.
The real deal. Not chapstick.
Well, as real of a deal as $3.95 Rimmel gloss from Target is.
Leila Takes Manhattan
Or not...
Granted, and lesson learned, that 45 minute drive from Hartford to New Haven and 2 hour Metro North ride to Grand Central is a long one.
And mom... is just a big old geek like always!
Granted, and lesson learned, that 45 minute drive from Hartford to New Haven and 2 hour Metro North ride to Grand Central is a long one.And mom... is just a big old geek like always!
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