It's hotter then hades this weekend. I don't have A/C, therefore I have a plethera of fans. My favorite box fan bit the dust yesterday, it actually sparked, smoked and then stunk up the house.
This is how I ended up at Lowe's. Mind you, Wal-Mart is in the same parking lot but it's always SO jammed I avoid the place at all costs. The kids and I stand in the fan aisle looking like... Well, like a bunch of girls in a guy store. I find a pretty fan. Mistake #1. Who cares what it looks like as long as it blows air, ya know? Gack.
The fan weighs 110lbs and on the box it says "some assembly required". I don't own a screwdriver, I use butter knives. Mistake #2.
Maddie and I lug the fan to the car. The trunk won't close, so we drive home with it open. We then drag the box up the stairs into the house. Already, I hate the pretty fan.
I open the box. I turn it upside down and dump all of the pieces out. Screws the size of ants, no joke.
The directions are only 4 pages long, no biggie! So I thought... It took me 2 hours to assemble the blasted fan. I actually cried out of frustration! I have a bruise the size of a golfball on my thigh. My hands are tore the *F* up. My butterknife is bent at an odd angle now and guess what? THE FAN DOESN'T FREAKIN' WORK!
So... I am not going to dissasemble the pretty fan, take it back to Lowe's to get my $100 back and go to Wal-Mart.
May the force be with me.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Welcome to the Winder clan Sarah! ♥
http://abclocal. go. com/kabc/story?section=news/business&id=6058960
My little brother Charlie & my to-be sister in law Sarah were supposed to fly to Hawaii for their wedding... They are stranded here until Sunday because ATA filed for BK!!!! OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =*(
Here's one of the local news clips with Sarah's mom talking...
Please hold while I cry.
*insert sobs here*
Love you Charlie & Sarah!! XXXOOO
P.S. Welcome to the Winder family Sarah...♥
My little brother Charlie & my to-be sister in law Sarah were supposed to fly to Hawaii for their wedding... They are stranded here until Sunday because ATA filed for BK!!!! OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =*(
Here's one of the local news clips with Sarah's mom talking...
Please hold while I cry.
*insert sobs here*
Love you Charlie & Sarah!! XXXOOO
P.S. Welcome to the Winder family Sarah...♥
Sunday, March 30, 2008
My 4th Child
I garden. It's the nerd in me. (That and reading anything I can get my hot little hands on!) It's a passion that started at a young age and has only flourished these last 4 years or so.
Flowers are of no interest to me, really... I garden veggies. *smaken lips*
Catherine and I started the garden in mid-February. Lemon cucumbers, yellow tomatoes, early girl tomatoes, grape tomatoes & squash. MMM! We start everything from seeds which, yes, takes more time to be able to harvest but it's worth the wait.
My garden is my 4th child. I tend to it every day. Pulling weeds so they don't choke the hell out of my veggies, watering & leveling the soil . The plants start in terra cotta pots that can fit into the palm of your hand. I then transplant them to cup sized pots. From there onto gallon pots & then into the ground. Ü It's a lot of work, but totally worth it! *insert nerdy squeal here*
Thursday, March 27, 2008
*boo boo face*
Sometimes being a parent is the hardest job in the world.
My 4 year old daughter has a lump on her neck the size of a marble.
I'm stressed out beyond belief.
The thought of anything being wrong with my kids makes me dizzy with grief.
Please keep us in your prayers.
♥ Sheri & Kids
Monday, March 24, 2008
I'm considering voluntary surgery!
There is a disease that is running through my place of employment and I’m getting nervous that it may be contagious.
It is known as the “Santiago Spread”. It is known by a few other names in the corporate world. (Example: Secretaries Ass).
After doing some research, I believe I have discovered the cause of the beast.
Junk Food.
Our kitchen is always stocked with the following: Cheezits, Pretzel Mix, Candy Bars, Beef Jerky *drooling*, Cup-o-Noodles, Corn-Nuts, Licorice, and a few other things I can’t even look at without gaining weight. Oh, yes. I forgot the fridge that is stocked from top to bottom with soda. *BuRp*
Perhaps my best line of defense in the war against The Spread should be having my jaw wired shut. Insurance should cover a portion of that surgery. I mean, really now, it’s got to be cheaper then gastric bypass surgery, right?!
Eesh.
It is known as the “Santiago Spread”. It is known by a few other names in the corporate world. (Example: Secretaries Ass).
After doing some research, I believe I have discovered the cause of the beast.
Junk Food.
Our kitchen is always stocked with the following: Cheezits, Pretzel Mix, Candy Bars, Beef Jerky *drooling*, Cup-o-Noodles, Corn-Nuts, Licorice, and a few other things I can’t even look at without gaining weight. Oh, yes. I forgot the fridge that is stocked from top to bottom with soda. *BuRp*
Perhaps my best line of defense in the war against The Spread should be having my jaw wired shut. Insurance should cover a portion of that surgery. I mean, really now, it’s got to be cheaper then gastric bypass surgery, right?!
Eesh.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Chino Is A Time Capsule
Chino, CA is like a time capsule.
Last night I dropped my girlfriend Kelly off at her parents house, which just happens to be spitting distance from the house I grew up in. I haven't driven through Chino in several years.
Getting off the 60 fwy was surreal for me. Turning North on Central Ave, East on Philadelphia, South on Benson... (Disclaimer: I am directionally retarded in the OC. In my head, the beach is W E S T, like on the map of the US. I don't understand why I have to take the 55 SOUTH to get to the beach. Mexico is South!! But anyway...in Chino, the mountains are N O R T H. Kinda hard to get lost there...) And then into my childhood stomping grounds.
I was giggling pointing at the crosswalk outside of the Chino Town Square. "Kelly! Do you remember when we tried to cross the street while they were building the Target only we couldn't comprehand why cars were turning when we had the cross-walk signal?" We were like... 10? Clearly should not have been walking across major intersections at that age, in my opinion.
One summer, Kelly's older sister Sherri had a fantastic idea!! We were having an unusual summer storm. It was muggy and rain was coming down in buckets. We covered our feet in plastic grocery bags and went tromping thru the gutters. (gross) And one time we filled up garbage cans with water and made our own "jacuzzis". (double gross) We were always up to something. I remember when Kelly's folks bought a new fridge and we got the ginormous box. Sweet... We had the coolest clubhouse ever! Until it rained.
My childhood was filled with a lot of drama which seems to have blocked out my good memories of being a kid. Divorce, moving, vicious custody battles, arguing with my parents, moving back and forth between the two homes, more divorce: All of these things made me a pretty jaded little girl. I can imagine I wasn't easy to live with. (Sorry mom, dad, elva & roy!! XXXOOO)
Meanwhile back on the ranch...
Driving through Chino with my kids asleep in the car was so hard. I wanted to wake them up! Drive them by Walnut Ave. to show them where I attended 2nd - 6th grade. Magnolia Jr. High. Chino Senior High, with the big "COWBOYS" sign still painted across the front of the gym. I wanted them to see the huge Chino Town Square and say, "I remember before any of this was here. Your uncles and I used to ride our bikes in the huge dirt piles. We would make jumps out of any debris that was left there. And now look, tons of stores and a parking lot. Some of my childhood memories are buried under there."
Summer's in Chino were spent in my dad's pool. The neighborhood kids would all come swimming as temperatures would hit the 100's (triple gross, btw) - we would swim until the sun went down, then do it all over again the next day. My dad would get home from work and see 10 kids in his pool (half which were biologically his) , 20 towels hanging over the pool gate and just grin & shake his head.
Chino holds a lot of sad memories for me. Some of which are depressing enough to have kept me away for all these years. But, the simple drive through last night made me realize something: My good memories as a child totally outweigh the bad and I need to start sharing them with my kids.
Last night I dropped my girlfriend Kelly off at her parents house, which just happens to be spitting distance from the house I grew up in. I haven't driven through Chino in several years.
Getting off the 60 fwy was surreal for me. Turning North on Central Ave, East on Philadelphia, South on Benson... (Disclaimer: I am directionally retarded in the OC. In my head, the beach is W E S T, like on the map of the US. I don't understand why I have to take the 55 SOUTH to get to the beach. Mexico is South!! But anyway...in Chino, the mountains are N O R T H. Kinda hard to get lost there...) And then into my childhood stomping grounds.
I was giggling pointing at the crosswalk outside of the Chino Town Square. "Kelly! Do you remember when we tried to cross the street while they were building the Target only we couldn't comprehand why cars were turning when we had the cross-walk signal?" We were like... 10? Clearly should not have been walking across major intersections at that age, in my opinion.
One summer, Kelly's older sister Sherri had a fantastic idea!! We were having an unusual summer storm. It was muggy and rain was coming down in buckets. We covered our feet in plastic grocery bags and went tromping thru the gutters. (gross) And one time we filled up garbage cans with water and made our own "jacuzzis". (double gross) We were always up to something. I remember when Kelly's folks bought a new fridge and we got the ginormous box. Sweet... We had the coolest clubhouse ever! Until it rained.
My childhood was filled with a lot of drama which seems to have blocked out my good memories of being a kid. Divorce, moving, vicious custody battles, arguing with my parents, moving back and forth between the two homes, more divorce: All of these things made me a pretty jaded little girl. I can imagine I wasn't easy to live with. (Sorry mom, dad, elva & roy!! XXXOOO)
Meanwhile back on the ranch...
Driving through Chino with my kids asleep in the car was so hard. I wanted to wake them up! Drive them by Walnut Ave. to show them where I attended 2nd - 6th grade. Magnolia Jr. High. Chino Senior High, with the big "COWBOYS" sign still painted across the front of the gym. I wanted them to see the huge Chino Town Square and say, "I remember before any of this was here. Your uncles and I used to ride our bikes in the huge dirt piles. We would make jumps out of any debris that was left there. And now look, tons of stores and a parking lot. Some of my childhood memories are buried under there."
Summer's in Chino were spent in my dad's pool. The neighborhood kids would all come swimming as temperatures would hit the 100's (triple gross, btw) - we would swim until the sun went down, then do it all over again the next day. My dad would get home from work and see 10 kids in his pool (half which were biologically his) , 20 towels hanging over the pool gate and just grin & shake his head.
Chino holds a lot of sad memories for me. Some of which are depressing enough to have kept me away for all these years. But, the simple drive through last night made me realize something: My good memories as a child totally outweigh the bad and I need to start sharing them with my kids.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wha' the...?
I’ve been told lately that I’m too picky when it comes to dating. GASP. (O_o) Wha’ the…? No way. I actually have very few “requirements” when it comes to a guy I am willing to date.
-Under no circumstance is it acceptable to still live at home with your parents unless you are their caregiver. If your mommy still makes you toast in the morning and does your laundry, I do not want to date you.
-“In Between Jobs” = LOSER, in my book. Being unemployed is not acceptable unless you are a Trust Baby. And I don’t date T.B.’s.
-If your ‘job’ is commission only and in sales, I do not want to date you. One quick shake of the economy and you will be living at home with your folks again. Not okay.
-Should you believe that women are only “after your wallet”, I will tell you to get over yourself. And, I will not want to date you.
-Having any time “behind bars” is not an admirable quality. I do not care if your friends find this entertaining or cool, I will think that you are an idiot and will not want to date you.
-Any use of drugs. Really, pot smoking is for teenagers not grown adults. (Not that I condone drugs in any way, but if you are an adult male who does drugs, you are a double loser in my book.)
-When dating me, the following language is unacceptable:
*Referring to me as your ‘woman’, ‘ole’ lady’, or ‘chick’ to your friends.
*Using the term “I’d Hit That”.
*"I swear she's just a friend! It's not what you think! She kissed me first!" Yea, right...
See? Not so picky, huh? ;)
-Under no circumstance is it acceptable to still live at home with your parents unless you are their caregiver. If your mommy still makes you toast in the morning and does your laundry, I do not want to date you.
-“In Between Jobs” = LOSER, in my book. Being unemployed is not acceptable unless you are a Trust Baby. And I don’t date T.B.’s.
-If your ‘job’ is commission only and in sales, I do not want to date you. One quick shake of the economy and you will be living at home with your folks again. Not okay.
-Should you believe that women are only “after your wallet”, I will tell you to get over yourself. And, I will not want to date you.
-Having any time “behind bars” is not an admirable quality. I do not care if your friends find this entertaining or cool, I will think that you are an idiot and will not want to date you.
-Any use of drugs. Really, pot smoking is for teenagers not grown adults. (Not that I condone drugs in any way, but if you are an adult male who does drugs, you are a double loser in my book.)
-When dating me, the following language is unacceptable:
*Referring to me as your ‘woman’, ‘ole’ lady’, or ‘chick’ to your friends.
*Using the term “I’d Hit That”.
*"I swear she's just a friend! It's not what you think! She kissed me first!" Yea, right...
See? Not so picky, huh? ;)
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