I've been tagged for my first meme....thanks mammacheryl (a fellow Wisconsinite). This will be a hard one for me...I'll have to give it some serious consideration! So here goes...
1. I can't sleep with the closet door open even a little bit. This also includes the master bath door.
2. I have to wear socks when I go to bed, no matter how hot it is. I can't sleep with bare feet.
3. I have an irrational fear of birds landing on my head. This always made me uneasy, but ever since I had some one's pet bird actually do it, the thought of it really freaks me out. It's too much like a rodent crawling on me. (No offense to any hamster/gerbil fans out there.)
4. My birthday and my husband's birthday are two days apart. We briefly considered getting married on the day in between so that we (he) would always remember our anniversary.
5. I still have nightmares about showing up to teach a class and being totally unprepared.
6. I now have no live plants in my house after having killed my last ivy plant. I have a great herb garden outside and am pretty good about keeping up with my outdoor plants, but can't keep a house plant alive at all. Maybe I should get a cactus?
7. I have a serious Starbucks addiction. I need my latte each morning or I am a bear (and it has to be from Starbucks). I am convinced that there is some sort of drug in the beans.
8. When I was in college, I had a HUGE crush on a visiting professor (a PhD candidate from Harvard). Once my class with him was over, all my friends urged me to ask him out. I was too chicken and have always regretted it, just to know what he would have said.
Well, there's my 8...hope they weren't too boring! I'm still feeling a bit new to tag people, but feel free to consider yourself tagged if you would like to participate.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
Catching the Fever
I have discovered an interesting sport that grips Wisconsin every spring. It involves patience, stamina, and a sharp eye. No, I am not talking about baseball (even though this could be the year for the Brewers!). I am talking about rummaging.
Now, I have to admit that for most of my formative years (spent mainly in Connecticut and Massachusetts) rummage was a word you didn't hear unless it was in reference to what a raccoon had done to your garbage. We had our garage sales and our tags sales, but they were few and far between. Then I moved to Wisconsin. (I will add that I am not sure if this phenomenon grips the entire state, or if it is confined to just the greater Milwaukee area.)
It starts on Wednesday, when the signs begin appearing on each corner. "HUGE RUMMAGE" they scream. Blue, red, neon green, they dot the landscape like spring tulips, arrows pointing to the hidden treasures. The frenzy continues, sometimes through Sunday, although Thursday through Saturday seems to be prime rummaging time.
At first I chuckled at the hoards of people willing to spend their time sifting through other people's junk. I would slow down, cast an eye towards the tables full of glass knick-knacks, and speed away shaking my head in wonder.
Then I happened upon a rummage boasting tables full of boys clothing. Old Navy, Polo, GYMBOREE???? For a dollar a piece?? I was hooked! Soon I found myself driving aimlessly on Thursday mornings, looking for those signs. I even combed the paper on Wednesday night, looking for ads and plotting my route. I was a woman obsessed. Those expensive outdoor toys I had been buying Little J - foolish me. The $60 Little Tikes picnic table? $5 thank you very much. The $70 Step 2 art desk? $10.
And what will I do with all of these treasures when Little J has outgrown them? Stop by my HUGE RUMMAGE sale and see!
Now, I have to admit that for most of my formative years (spent mainly in Connecticut and Massachusetts) rummage was a word you didn't hear unless it was in reference to what a raccoon had done to your garbage. We had our garage sales and our tags sales, but they were few and far between. Then I moved to Wisconsin. (I will add that I am not sure if this phenomenon grips the entire state, or if it is confined to just the greater Milwaukee area.)
It starts on Wednesday, when the signs begin appearing on each corner. "HUGE RUMMAGE" they scream. Blue, red, neon green, they dot the landscape like spring tulips, arrows pointing to the hidden treasures. The frenzy continues, sometimes through Sunday, although Thursday through Saturday seems to be prime rummaging time.
At first I chuckled at the hoards of people willing to spend their time sifting through other people's junk. I would slow down, cast an eye towards the tables full of glass knick-knacks, and speed away shaking my head in wonder.
Then I happened upon a rummage boasting tables full of boys clothing. Old Navy, Polo, GYMBOREE???? For a dollar a piece?? I was hooked! Soon I found myself driving aimlessly on Thursday mornings, looking for those signs. I even combed the paper on Wednesday night, looking for ads and plotting my route. I was a woman obsessed. Those expensive outdoor toys I had been buying Little J - foolish me. The $60 Little Tikes picnic table? $5 thank you very much. The $70 Step 2 art desk? $10.
And what will I do with all of these treasures when Little J has outgrown them? Stop by my HUGE RUMMAGE sale and see!
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Spring has sprung...all over my head.
Spring in Wisconsin can be a beautiful thing...the tulips and daffodils seem to have survived our early spring snowstorm with a minimum amount of damage. Our magnolia tree is finally in full bloom and the leaves on the bushes are beginning to show their light green selves.
It's beautiful...unless you have allergies. Which I do. And, apparently, so does Little J. He has always been a noisy breather. When he was an infant, I never had the experience of running and checking if he was still breathing like so many of my friends because I could hear him breathing over the monitor at night. Lately, it has been getting much worse. Now he snores loudly both when sleeping and when awake and sitting in certain positions. I had huge adenoids as a child and had them removed at age 3. I'm guessing that Little J has inherited my adenoids and that the allergies are making the situation worse.
After numerous sinus infections, we are on our third allergy medication, and still no relief, so we will be off to visit the ENT in the near future. I am anticipating the news that we will need to take out Little J's adenoids and am trying to prepare myself. I realize that this is a minor procedure, and that it is no big deal compared with the things that some moms are faced with. But this is my little boy. And having him go under general anesthesia scares me.
So, in addition to the sinus pain and headaches that come with season allergies, I have this nagging fear that has taken up residence in the pit of my stomach. But at least the flowers are pretty.
It's beautiful...unless you have allergies. Which I do. And, apparently, so does Little J. He has always been a noisy breather. When he was an infant, I never had the experience of running and checking if he was still breathing like so many of my friends because I could hear him breathing over the monitor at night. Lately, it has been getting much worse. Now he snores loudly both when sleeping and when awake and sitting in certain positions. I had huge adenoids as a child and had them removed at age 3. I'm guessing that Little J has inherited my adenoids and that the allergies are making the situation worse.
After numerous sinus infections, we are on our third allergy medication, and still no relief, so we will be off to visit the ENT in the near future. I am anticipating the news that we will need to take out Little J's adenoids and am trying to prepare myself. I realize that this is a minor procedure, and that it is no big deal compared with the things that some moms are faced with. But this is my little boy. And having him go under general anesthesia scares me.
So, in addition to the sinus pain and headaches that come with season allergies, I have this nagging fear that has taken up residence in the pit of my stomach. But at least the flowers are pretty.
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