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Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Hoop-lah all wet 2011, vol. 1
It's that time of year again. I know you're anxiously waiting for my pool report.
Here's the thing. Sending the teenage nanny to the pool with the cherubs apparently is the thing to do these days. Which in theory should work out fine, as long as your babysitter is responsible enough to actually watch the kids.
But I'll tell you, I spent two hours watching a girl making out with her boyfriend. I'm talking the laying down, legs over each other kind of stuff. It didn't even occur to me that they were there with kids. Until they went to leave, when three young girls who hadn't been supervised all afternoon suddenly appeared.
Normally I'm not big on ratting people out, but I hope someone who saw them lets a parent know what's going on. If I were paying for that "service," I'd be asking for a refund.
Here's the thing. Sending the teenage nanny to the pool with the cherubs apparently is the thing to do these days. Which in theory should work out fine, as long as your babysitter is responsible enough to actually watch the kids.
But I'll tell you, I spent two hours watching a girl making out with her boyfriend. I'm talking the laying down, legs over each other kind of stuff. It didn't even occur to me that they were there with kids. Until they went to leave, when three young girls who hadn't been supervised all afternoon suddenly appeared.
Normally I'm not big on ratting people out, but I hope someone who saw them lets a parent know what's going on. If I were paying for that "service," I'd be asking for a refund.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Marlo Thomas is mocking me
I figured out today why I never pay my bills on time. It's not for a lack of money, although I wouldn't describe the bank account as overflowing. It's not because I'm forgetful, although I really am. It's not because I enjoy paying late fees, although I must because it would cost less to just hire a personal assistant.
It's because the fund raisers have written me off. In the good old days, solicitations arrived every other day, usually with freebie mailing labels. But now, thanks to the economy, nothing. Apparently those labels were the first thing to go for freeloaders like me.
Without labels, how can I mail my bills? Don't even tell me to write my return address. That would be like asking someone to get up and change the TV channel. We don't do that anymore. So the bills sit, waiting for someone, anyone to fill out those three little envelope lines. Every morning I think, "I'll do that today." Every night I realize that I forgot again. When I finally get around to it, I'm usually a week late and have to fill out 10 at once.
I should have sent Marlo some money.
So if you happen to work at the National Turkey Wildlife Federation, stop sending me weekly postcards and send me mailing labels instead. I promise I'll be more grateful.
It's because the fund raisers have written me off. In the good old days, solicitations arrived every other day, usually with freebie mailing labels. But now, thanks to the economy, nothing. Apparently those labels were the first thing to go for freeloaders like me.
Without labels, how can I mail my bills? Don't even tell me to write my return address. That would be like asking someone to get up and change the TV channel. We don't do that anymore. So the bills sit, waiting for someone, anyone to fill out those three little envelope lines. Every morning I think, "I'll do that today." Every night I realize that I forgot again. When I finally get around to it, I'm usually a week late and have to fill out 10 at once.
I should have sent Marlo some money.
So if you happen to work at the National Turkey Wildlife Federation, stop sending me weekly postcards and send me mailing labels instead. I promise I'll be more grateful.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The facts of life
Tonight, with all his fatherly wisdom, Big Dog was explaining to Riley the difference between Friday night girls and Saturday night girls. Meaning one is a little more fun than the other.
He forgot there was another pair of ears in the car, belonging to a certain Hoop-lah, who proudly proclaimed, "I'm going to be a Saturday night girl!"
God help us all.
He forgot there was another pair of ears in the car, belonging to a certain Hoop-lah, who proudly proclaimed, "I'm going to be a Saturday night girl!"
God help us all.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Memorial Day memories
We met up in East Moline last weekend for a 50th anniversary party for Big Dog's parents. The last time we saw the cousins in Pennsylvania Tori was just a baby. Time goes by so fast.
We worked a lot into three days. Got our picture taken, ate at Hungry Hobo, Roy's Tacos (an old favorite of Big Dog's brother), Whitey's ice cream (twice!), and Happy Joes, where the kids played on the jungle gym and in game room. Probably the last time on the jungle gym for Riley. He is too big (surprise) to go down the slides anymore. A party, swimming at the hotel, hustling back for a baseball game yesterday . . . nonstop all weekend long.
Those kids are adorable. I enjoyed every minute of being with them. Well, except for the part where the photographer referred to me as Tori's grandma. Say what?
Here are a few more photos from the weekend.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
A walk down memory lane
My filing system is sort of lame. I take things downstairs, set them on the desk, where they remain for anywhere from 4-7 years before I figure out what to do with them.But hey, I can usually find what I'm looking for . . . sooner or later.
Today I found this picture from the Elephant Bar, circa 2006. I think. I also found $25 hidden away in cards. Ka-ching!
Compare it to the picture from a few months ago. So what do you think? Do these Hoop-lahs look the same?
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
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