Averygoodun's Personal File

LJ ate all my post except the subject line. Probably just as well. I am seriously pissed, and I used excessive exclamation marks and caps-lock and ranted about the stupidity of husbands and all that.

I won't try to write it out again, but suffice to say: god damn, I am mad.

Had meatloaf mixture to use up (my own, and a little too heavy on the onions [yes, it is possible]), so I spiced it up with McCormick's Hot Shot pepper mix, and about a teaspoon of mustard powder.

Perfect. Really, truly. Babe asked for THIRDS! (Happiness is making dinner your child(ren) like!)

I also made white comfort food and, as last time it was too watery, left it on the stove to evaporate a bit.

Much better and yum.

And then... We had about a dozen apples sitting on our table, not getting eaten. I was tired of that, so today I made gluten-free apple crisp (same crisp topping recipe, just using millet and amaranth flours plus xanthum gum). And I had some. (!) And Babe didn't!(!!) (He asked for seconds on his ice cream, and I told him that to get more ice cream he needed to try either the white comfort food or the apple crisp. He withdrew his request.)

( Blah blah blah good things blah )

Night all!

Who would have thought I'd ever be in the role of peacemaker?

Tonight was Geoff's night for reaching his limit where Babe is concerned. Drama ensued. I think all's well now, but...

I hope Babe feels better soon. We're all pretty worn down at this point, physically and emotionally.


In other news, Geoff and I attended the first of four little classes on the Transcendentalists tonight. It's interesting on many levels. I thought of you, zalena quite a bit, and I also thought of you, borbor_chan, when Parker and his study of the Bible in Greek and Hebrew came up. I would instigate conversations on both topics with you, but I am so out of my depth and breadth here, that would be intellectual-ego suicide.

Maybe after I've done a bit of the homework, though... ;-)

Now to bed.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100204/ap_on_sc/us_sci_pluto

That should be the Onion's take, anyway. (I actually think it's pretty cool. This has been a neat week for astronomy pics, what with the asteroid collision pics yesterday (or thereabouts).)


I feel very internal (physically) and needy (emotionally). And because of that, I make an unpretty picture of a pouty, whiny mom. Be glad you aren't here with me. Be very glad.


However, I do have some good things. For example, Babe decided to try oatmeal the other day, and has actually requested it a couple of times. And he really enjoys eggnog for breakfast. Yay for small advances!

( More Babe stuff, including the 'p' related words )


I watched The Iron Giant last night. Wow. Just... wow. I won't be watching it as often as I want to since Babe starts imitating the military actions and maneuvers every time he sees it, but... I need to go fan Brad Bird on facebook.


It's been warm the last couple of days. Without windchill, it's been in the thirties! I think it even cracked freezing the other day! As soon as the sun sets, however, it feels pretty dang frigid.


We're starting to emerge from the burden of debt. It's still there, and a good hefty amount of it, too, but it's getting better. Come July, there's the possibility that it'll ease even further. I hope so, anyway.


Aaaaaand... the sweet tea I just had seems to have helped my stomach a fair bit. I'm still zonked, but maybe now I can be productive enough to go choose a movie to watch with Babe.

Oh, and my zygo cactus is blooming. It's pretty.

Cheers, all.

Last night:

I feel like I should have sympathy for Babe, as he is coughing mightily, and he is tired and he is feeling miserable, but I don't. I do feel sympathy for Geoff who needs his sleep and is getting yelled at by a cranky kid in payment for his efforts of soothing instead.

Babe has been a royal pain in the keister the last couple of days.

Now I just have to figure out a way to survive the rest of the summer (and any other summers we spend here). I guess window a/c is the way to go. Bleh.

Now I should get myself to bed. 2 hours time difference should not be so difficult to overcome.\

ETA: (as a reminder to myself) I should note that Babe did restore my sympathy in him when, five minutes after he'd sent me away (and I'd gone to bed), he started crying for me. Geoff was still sitting with him at that point. I went in, sat down next to Geoff and said, "You know I love you, don't you?"

Babe replied with a very quiet and hesitant "Mm-hm."

"No matter how annoyed I am with you, or how angry I get, I will love you for always and forever."

No verbal response, but he calmed down significantly and finally relaxed enough to go back to sleep, holding onto my finger.


This morning:

Good things - The alcohol worked in eliminating the smell of the pee-soaked cushions. This is especially good because Babe piddled in bed this morning. Another good related to this is that rubbing alcohol works just as well and is a) cheaper, b) more widely available and c) can be bought on Sundays.

Good thing - The neighborhood children are out, and Babe is out with them. This means that the likelihood of me killing Babe has gone down significantly. I am still tremendously peopled out.

Good thing - internet access in the middle of the night to look up kitchen ideas.

Bad thing - My computer hates LJ. I need to post this now and get off of LJ before it crashes yet again.

( The good: )

( The bad: )

I guess I will be looking at a new point-and-shoot camera... Any recommendations/advice?

( The ugly: )


Anything else? We leave in three days, and I haven't done much of anything, preparation-wise. I just want to go out and do the patio now, but that will have to wait. I did gather two little bunches of lavender blooms, leaving about a third of the blooms on the plants. I've hung the bunches on the door handle to dry out and then they will be going in the linen closet. Hopefully I won't react.

Oh, and I've finally lost patience with Geoff's work schedule. He's averaged 15 hour days, seven days a week for the last month. That's (way more than) enough. Fortunately, the conference is done so he can (and has) cut back to more reasonable hours now. Tomorrow is his last day before vacation! I'm very excited.

He pooped in the pot! He pooped in the pot! And without prompting! He didn't even ask for a diaper first!

Granted that tomorrow he won't be doing naked time, but maybe, if I explain it to him well enough, he'll ask to use the bathroom rather than use his diaper (or underwear)? Please?

Sorry if this grosses you out, but he's over three-and-a-half now. It's past the time of hope and into that of desperation. The fact that there is hope is making me giddy.