He came back!

Monday, May 26, 2008

Things seem to have calmed down a little lately. And by lately, I mean the past 12 hours or so, when Jelly Man finally came home from Latvia. I seriously don’t know how single parents do it, but I guess they did like I did, except for longer periods of time, and I’m not sure I would have lasted another day (we were totally out of food when he got back - I was secretly considering a toddler steak in case he got delayed for whatever reason..)

I’ve managed some weird things lately, as well. I wrote “USA” on a package with a Calgary address, even though I know better, and didn’t think of it until the package was in the mail. I did about a ton of laundry, and when it was all clean I folded that shit (and I folded it good!), sorted it and put it.. like.. in the, whotzit called?.. yes, the closet!

I KNOW!

I’m just as shocked as anyone would be.

I still have a million things to do, but because my partition went *poof* this weekend some of it will have to wait. I’m slightly worried there will be no resurrection, but the thought is so nauseating that I’m not even going to go there. Instead I’m going to direct all that nervous energy on Carlita’s upcoming birthday bash. Two years, people, she will be TWO! (July 31st, mark your calendars!) I still can’t believe it.. As she is totally obsessed with balloons these days we pretty much have a theme picked out already (which, balloons, don’t actually make a theme in itself (themselves?), but we figured quantity will make up for quality in this once-in-a-lifetime occasion.)

And, as suspected, there is a plethora of gossip about S. from this weekend, but I’ll spare you - and not because I’m a decent person (geez!) - but because it’s all rather repetitive I’m afraid. The dude has no imagination, no sense of adventure. Oh well..

Home alone

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Jelly Man is off to Latvia tonight, and after we make sure Carlita and I have everything we could possibly need from the grocery store (enough stuff to survive for a couple of months, in case he gets lost) I’m going to wave bye bye to him at the door, then come in here and turn the computer off. It’s a little experiment I’m doing, just for the sake of checking if I’m able to. Cause I don’t think I can, and that would confirm my suspicion that I am terribly addicted to the internet, and that would be a very bad thing.

I know, me addicted to the internet, crazy!

There is lots to do around the house anyway, and plus, I want to try and make this extra special bonding time between Carlita and I. This is going to be the first time I spend this much time with her alone - and I’m not going to lie, it scares the shit out of me. But I think I can rise to the challenge nevertheless. I might even take her for a walk up the forest road, we haven’t been there since she was still in her stroller. And bubbles, there will be lots of soap bubbles! And time spent outside, especially if it’s not hailing like yesterday.

So, yes, I might cave in one evening, but otherwise I don’t think I will get back to posting until Monday’ish. But, because I promised, I will get a picture of the new car and upload to flickr later today - it turns out it was a very real car indeed. And it’s spacy! And I don’t hate it! Give it a year or two and I might have an opportunity to, but for now all seems a-OK. It even gets a little gold star for having tinted windows in the back. No more need for those damn Winnie the Pooh screens whose suction cups detach from the window every other week.

Unfortunately, the car is also still very white. It’ll take me a while to stomach that, I think, but I got used to the green Lada - I should be able to overlook this minor detail given some time. Funny thing is, I might not have had as bad a reaction to a rust colored car as I did this white one, but I’m quirky like that. All in all I’m glad Jelly Man isn’t a car nut. We have a small child, and we are maybe possibly planning a second tot, so how long would a new car stay new anyway? This car will last us a couple of years, hopefully, and once we don’t have toddlers in the car, and we can afford to, a brand new car might be fun to splurge on. Now, not so much.

So, it comes as no surprise that I’m utterly disgusted with S. and his Latest Greatest Thing In The World, another high cost gadget that will fail to make him happy, just like all the other expensive gadgets he has bought the past couple of years have failed to make him even a little bit happier. You’ve got to wonder how long someone can keep up that kind of consumerism/therapy without once turning to themselves and ask if all these materialistic possessions actually help them feel more whole, or if it just leaves a hole in their pocket.

And why do certain people make their own family their enemy? What is the point marrying someone if you then spend a lot of energy on getting the hell out of the house?

Ach, you know, no ordinary people would - but then I’m not talking about your average joe, I’m talking about S.

And now I’m off to put some more laundry in the machine. If I keep this up I might demolish the heap this weekend! (Yeah, riiight..)

The ode

Monday, May 12, 2008

We almost forgot about mother’s day, yesterday.

It’s OK, we’re OK, I’m OK. No one got hurt.

It was actually a nice relaxing day, and instead of trying to top himself*, Jelly Man let me sit down while he ran around taming the household. See, the house grew totally wild while we were sick, and when the last of the sickness slunk away I was left with a mess that I just couldn’t make heads or tails of. I’d walk around, pick something up, look at it, look around, I’d take a few steps and see a bigger mess and the whole cycle would start over.

Why, no, it’s not hard to distract me, why do you ask?

I’d say it’s safe to say that I got a really useful mother’s day present, and today will be all about picking up where Jelly Man left off.

* He got me a telephoto lens for the camera last year. I had a look in my archives, but didn’t find any mention. Weird.

Zzzzzomg!

Friday, May 09, 2008

So, here I was writing about Carlita and how her nap time has evolved over the (soon multiple) year, when Jelly Man calls me and totally throws me for a loop.

First, it’s unusual for him to call me. We text most of the time when we are apart, mostly nonsense at that. But he called.

And then he told me he just got us a new car.

And then I had to pick up my jaw from my lap, and gingerly put it back in its proper place, so I could ask him;

Bla bla blaeurgh, eurgh herh, erm, sorry come again?

This is what I get for cohabitating and procreating with an Aquarius.

Now, don’t get me wrong. We have had our current car since 2001. Jelly Man actually bought it a few months before we got together, and it has served us pretty well, if you just choose to ignore the couple of times the exhaust pipe fell off mid-drive (yes, it happened at least twice, that I can remember), and considering it is a Lada I’m glad it has lasted us this long - lets not kid ourselves, a new car has been on the to-do list for quite some time now. And because it is Jelly Man who drives the car, it is only fair he gets to pick a suitable one.

I just wish I’d get some time to prepare, and maybe, just maybe the illusion of having some say in what kind of car we’ll be seen in in the next couple of years.

Apparently it’s some cheap Japanese thang that he is buying off a work buddy. White, no less. Gawd, I can’t believe we are going to be driving around in a white car, white! Our so far failed attempts at keeping a clean car will henceforth be visible failed attempts, as the green Lada blends in with our surroundings like nobody’s business, and white most definitely doesn’t.

It should be noted that the Lada nearly failed our last annual car inspection, and that any car is better than no car, white or not. And I’d be lying if I wasn’t excited at a new car, even if it isn’t NEW, new. But I am also slightly nerved out. What if I hate it? Also, how much you want to bet that Jelly Man is going to get pulled over twice as much with this flashy white machine?*

*Apparently, a green hunchback** Lada is the least offensive vehicle you could possibly find, and cops wouldn’t want to poke it with a stick, much less talk to the person driving it. I’m not even shitting you.

** LOL, hunchback! Suits the Lada so perfectly..

I am still half in shock. If a white Japanese car materializes on Monday/Tuesday next week, I’ll be sure to post pictures! Until then I think I’m going to stay in denial!