Adding Insult To ....

OK, so not only are we being asked to fund raise till the cows come home for school, but the system, she is not so wel organized, to wit:

A. In DD's folder, I get two order form copies, one belonging to DD, one belonging TO ANOTHER CHILD, and someone had just put DD's name on it.
B. In the same folder, I get a letter stating I am over $100 short, which is not true, as I had doublechecked the checks before sending them in the big white envelope.
C. I go to the fundraising website to see the total of DD's online orders, which I had received various email notifications of. NOTHING shows up, under her name. I call the customer service desk, and THEY ASK ME FOR THE TOTAL OF HER ORDERS, CAUSE THEY CAN'T FIND THEM EITHER.

Oh, The Agony

So, this lady with whom I am working to benefit the Fall Festival at the preschool, sends out a mass email "to the lucky soles (sic) who are part of the PTO" and signed hers and MY NAME to it.

Oxymoron of the Day

From the local deli: "Try Pickle Pepper Loaf -- sweet pickles and hot peppers in a delicious pork and beef loaf.
Tasty!

Uh, Thanks?

DD1: Mommy, your tummy is so big it looks like you're going to have a baby, and that makes me proud, because I feel like I'm ready to be a big sister.

Dear Tom and Katie

Please go away.

Love,
Playwriter Girl

p.s. Did I say "away"? I meant "far away". We, as a nation, are tired of hearing the minutiae of your lives. We don't care what baby Suri looks like. It is time for the nation to obsess over the relationship of someone else.

p.p.s. Take Brad and Angie with you.

A Pic of Me

OK, I don't really look this good anymore. But I can pretend.

Or...

I have decided I am going to give everyone on my Christmas list a Barbeque Clip-On Light. You know, for all those times you barbecue in the dark. Handy!

Same Song, Second Verse

So we just went to DD's first Brownie meeting of the year. And guess what she gets to do? SELL STUFF. So, if you're not already experiencing donor fatigue and feel the need for some candy or nuts, give us a call....

No Home Should Be Without One

So I'm at Sharper Image today, reclining in one of those fabulous massaging chairs, and I see the perfect Christmas gift for everyone on my list, to wit, AN ELECTRIC WATCH WINDER.
Um, isn't that why God gave us opposable thumbs?

Re-creation

The older I get, the stronger the desire to recreate my youth becomes. I am currently looking for a white ceramic christmas tree, about two feet tall that has christmas tree lights on it, like those popular in the 70s. I would LOVE to have one of those silver aluminum trees. You know, with the cool color wheel? When I bring this up, my DH curls his lip and snorts, so the likelihood of me acquiring one in the near future seems dim.
I heard a feature on NPR the other day about how most of us are open to new concepts, food, and music between the ages of 14 and 24. After age 31, most of us are not trying anything new. For example, sushi. I eat pseudo sushi -- the kind that doesn't actually have any raw fish in it. Because, ew.
In regard to music, I must say, upon examination of my iTunes lists, that the majority of my music comes from the 70s and 80s. I try to like the new stuff, I really do, but rap is so abrasive, and a lot of the grunge or whatever one calls it nowadays is not melodic at all.
I currently have 590 songson my iPod. From this century, I have:

Mr. Brightside by the Killers,
Rihanna's two hits,
Black Horse and Cherry Tree,
Better Together, Jack Johnson
Collide, Howie Day
La La, Ashlee Simpson (i KNOW, shut up)
Since U Been Gone, Kelly Clarkson
Caught Up, Usher
Rich Girl, Gwen Stefani
True, Ryan Cabrera
Ramalama Bang Bang, Roisin Murphy
Pretty Vegas, INXS
Baby, I'm Home, Trace Adkins

That would be 14. Out of almost 600. I really try to be hip and cool, I do. It's hard when I drive a minivan, tho...

Repeating Myself

I have tried everything. Cajoling, yelling, threatening, statements of fact, statements of feeling.
Nothing works.
I still can't get my older child to put her dirty clothes in the hamper. And the hamper is right there in her room.
I read this parenting book and it said instead of yelling, try statements of feeling. here's what happened:
Me: It upsets me when I find your dirty clothes on the floor.
DD: Duh.

Yesterday I did the yelling route -- arms waving, eyes bulging, the whole route. Which got her upset and was counterproductive.
Today, I came in and said, "Please pick up the striped shorts, the Dora shirt, the white slip, the nightgown, the robe, the sleep pants, the pink shirt and the underwear off the floor." She'd worn all of those TODAY. and they were ALL on the floor. so, my dramatic yelling of the previous day had had no effect whatsoever.
sigh.