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Wow, I thought I deleted everything yesterday, but it didn't happen!

To explain: I went through the motions of deleting everything...deleting each post, but it didn't take and I'm relieved. I was suffering from a fit of paranoia yesterday, thinking a certain coworker may have read a certain unflattering post of mine, but all's well. Today I was regretting deleting my whole blog, and then I check, and voila!

Amazing, the ineptitude of technology has saved me.

It is especially boring and slow at work. I am all done. All the invoices are done and accurate. Everything is ready to be shipped, sitting in the shipping room waiting for Nancy, our UPS girl, to pick up.

Anything that could possibly be filed has been filed away.

I finished all the reports that Shonnelle (the girl before me) never did weeks ago.

We are not out-of-stock on any possible item anywhere.

Of course, I'm up-to-date on all the current reports.

Even my desk is neat and tidy.

And yet...

I fear. I'm afraid that Steve or Chad may pop up behind me and find me slacking. Chad would want to start teaching me something about PC/104 boards, something I find about as interesting as counting them for inventory. (This is an extreme example and it's a shame no one can understand the depths of how boring it is to count PC/104 inventory. It is so boring it can be used as a technique for insomniacs.)

Tonight I'm going to SF to film the Ch. 29 review of Gothika. What I have to say is sadly, not entirely positive. I hate not being positive (almost as much as I hate Gothika.) Ooo, that was mean. I'm just kidding. I just never never never never never want to see that film again. Watching that movie is like being scared for 2 hours straight. That is not a healthy feeling and it makes you act funny afterward. (I want my mommy!)

I just read some junk email. That's how bored I am.

I have an idea!

Here's some funny stories Kathy sent from Utah. (Cut and pasted by moi with some editing.)

Hi All,

Hope everyone is doing well. We had an enjoyable visit from Mark's father and grandparents this weekend. It was nice to see them!

Today, I had to wake Alex for preschool. A true shocker as he usually is up and around as soon as Mark gets up. I asked him to get his clothes out for the day and he asked if it was snowing -- "No, no snow yet today."

"Mommy, can I wear my shorts then?"

"Ah, no. It's still chilly outside."

"Chilly means its not snowing, but might snow later. OK, MOMMY!"

"Ah, ok."

After getting dressed, he had a nice breakfast of oatmeal -- "Mommy, its chilly outside so I NEEEEEED some nice warm oatmeal and pancakes for breakfast." He got the oatmeal, no pancakes.

I told him to get his shoes on, he responded, "Well ok, but its chilly outside so I NEEEEED to wear your nice warm scarf to preschool. I don't want my neck to get cold." Of course not. That would be terrible -- his neck cold. What kind of mother would I be?

As soon as we got to his classroom, "Ok everybody, I have on my mommy's nice warm scarf so my neck didn't cold because its really chilly outside." No reaction from the others, luckily the teacher did acknowledge the importance of scarf-wearing on 'chilly' days.

This month, they're learning "All About Me." Last week he discovered all his body parts and senses and the importance of his skeleton and skin. After preschool, he was playing outside with me when he took a tumble off his trike. "Oh, Mommy, my skin sure doesn't feel good when I fall down off my motorcycle."

"No, I would imagine it wouldn't. Does your skin need a kiss?"

"Yes, but don't kiss my skeleton THAT'S INSIDE MY SKIN. Just kiss my skin. OK, Mommy."

"Ok."

Next we were playing a variation of golf which involves hitting the ball back and forth. Unfortunately for Alex, he hit the ball right into the street drain. Fortunately for Alex, he has Super Mommy watching out for his best interest.

He said, "Mommy, I have a brilliant idea."

(FYI, since Alex picked up the word brilliant, all his ideas have been brilliant).

"What's that?"

"First we should call Daddy and see if he has a golf ball grabber like to get fish with but with something to grab golf balls at the end of the string. Next, we'll go to Home Depot and get a grabber like to get fish with..."

I humored him, we called Daddy, who was not answering. Then I suggested my ingenious golf ball recovery plan. Take a golf club. Stick some tape and the end. Stick golf club into street drain and attach golf ball to club. Then pull golf club up with golf ball attached.

"Oh, Mommy, I think that might be a good idea."

(Apparently, I do not have 'brilliant' ideas as well).

I recovered the golf ball in a matter of moments. To a cheering peanut gallery of one. "Yay, you did it! Mommy you got my golf ball out."

Its nice to know I can come through in a jam.

Take care,
Kathryn

Ahh, aren't three year olds cute? Here's another funny one:


Hi all,

I just put Alex down for his nap. Originally, he wanted to take a nap together. Fine with me as I'm supposed to be doing the whole bed rest thing much of the day.

(Editor's note: Kathy is very pregnant and her baby boy is very big inside her and so she's on bedrest.)

We get into my bed. "Now, Mommy, I don't want any covers or sheets on me either."

"OK, be quiet and go to sleep."

Two seconds later, "Mommy, I'm really cold. Can you turn that thing on in the basement that makes fire and then the fire turns into warm air and then I won't be really cold anymore?"

"No. We can put the sheet, blanket, and comforter on."

"Well, Mommy, I want you to go downstairs and turn on the thing that makes fire. That will be a really brilliant idea."

"No, its called the furnace. Be quiet and go to sleep."

A few moments later, big sigh, "Oh, Mommy, these are hard times."

"What?"

"These are hard times. I wanted the thing that makes fire on and you said no. I'm going to go to my bed to take my nap."

"Ok."

"Mommy, you come check on me in a few minutes OK?"

"OK."

I can hear the pitter-patter of little feet. Someone isn't yet asleep.

Love to all,
Kathryn

What else can I put on here? It's so much more fun than finding work to do around here.

Here's one final one from Kathy, her latest: (It is funny if you know how Mark sounds when he's being sarcastic. So use your imagination.)


Hello everyone,

It's that time in our pregnancy to tour the hospital. It gives Mark an idea of where to get my ice chips, where the vending machines are, what they do with your new baby, etc...

So, Monday night, one of our neighbors graciously offered to watch Alex while we headed to the hospital to find out about their policies, procedures, where to go in the hospital, etc.

The tour was interesting. A baby has been delivered in the lobby -- apparently that couple left to go to the hospital a little late in the labor.

I'm most excited about the fact that the nursery is actually used at the hospital, they keep the baby in the nursery and bring him to you as he needs to be fed. They deal with the general care for that first day, I'll actually get some rest and not have diaper duty as I did with Alex!

After the hospital tour, we headed home. As we got out of the car to walk to our neighbor's and get Alex, a visitor pointed out a 6 - 9 week old kitten. "Is it yours? (Mark is reaching for the little thing) Ah, it has poop on it." Mark almost drops it.

"No, its not ours. Let's go door to door and find out where it belongs."

First door, stunned looking man. Mark asks, "Is this your kitten?"

"Ah, yeah."

Mark practically tosses kitten into stunned man's arms.

Where did you find it?"

"It has poop on it, on the sidewalk next door."

Kitten is crawling all over stunned man.

"Oh, where do you live?"

(Huh, we're returning your cat, who cares where we live. Kitten is still crawling all over him.)

"Two houses over."

"Well, thanks."

"Sure."

Mark's jokes after the delivery:

"Why do you think the stinky thing was outside?"

"Would you want it in your house?"

"It's got poop on it. Do I look thrilled to have it back?"

He had me laughing for about 1/2 an hour. I finally had to stop because it became so painful.

Seriously, if we couldn't have found the owner, it would have spent the night with us (in a bath tub according to the man of the house) and been driven to the local animal shelter in the morning.

Unfortunately for Alex, he missed all the excitement. By the time we picked him up the cat was delivered, and Mark was looking anxiously around for a place to wash his hands.

Love to all,
Kathryn

Ah, I love my sis and her fam. I miss Alex!

The only thing left to say is I'm frustrated with SmileCare, who are being very difficult about scheduling a time when I can pick up the bleaching tray and stuff to bleach my teeth. It shouldn't take but 5 minutes to pick it up and learn about using it but they're making me schedule an appointment and the only times they have are in mid-December, which sucks for me cuz whenever Kathy has her baby we're all going to Utah for that week. (She's due Dec. 15 but everyone expects she'll have it early.) Heavens.

I'm going to post this because it is getting pretty long.

Have a splendid Thursday everyone!

Carolyn
Born Slacker