You all made my day! I got up at the arse crack of dawn, it was -3 air temp, -26 wind chill, and then Lil Lotto I had to wait for a late Metra train that was supposed to arrive at 6:21, but didn't come until 6:32. Yes, that means we had to wait for 660 seconds, which is the way you count time when the wind is causing your eyes to tear and the temperature is causing those tears to start to freeze the corners of your eyes shut. No. Really. That's what it felt like. Then I tried to work out (hill run on the treadmill at my club) and this funky electricity-like pain was shooting down my right hamstring after only about 8 minutes. It's just a spot of bother, not any kind of real injury, mind you. I don't have time for an injury. (And if I hear anyone even breathe the word Sciatica I'll come at 'em like a spider monkey all jacked up on Mountain Dew. I do NOT have anything like that.) As a result, I had to (just) stretch and come to work early. But then, since I was at work early, I checked the blog, thinkin' there wasn't gonna be much there.
Wow, was I wrong. T-flo... Nomas...Shizzle...Tango...Mumby... and even Poppa Bear!! Is this what a gardener feels like? I turned my back for a few days and BLAM-O, there's all manner of stuff sproutin' up... and I don't mean weeds! Cool stuff... like I was hoping I'd get. HappybirthdaymerryChristmasandhappyflagday to me!
No time to comment on all of them, but I love the screen saver thing, and hearing about Dadiator's arrival was cool... anyone else wanna weigh in? As you can imagine, my recollection of that bundle of joy is a tad foggy, as I was only 2 and a half. The only thing I "remember" about it is him stealing my crib. And by remember, I mean I've seen a picture of some forlorn looking toe-head (sp?) sucking her finger and curlin' her ear in on itself to warm it up (yes, that's what I was doing when I did that), standing next to a crib that may or may not be occupied by it's new tenant. That counts, right? From the look on my face I can only imagine that his arrival was not my favorite thing, at the time. However, he turned out to be a pretty cool dude. Happy belated B-day kiddo.
Thanks again for making my day everyone!
Now back to the grindstone.
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2 comments:
Despite the grotesquely fabulistic reliability of my "memory" as so aptly demonstrated by Poppa's authoritative clarification of the Dadiator's incarnation, permit me to step into it again and suggest that in the photograph to which you refer you do indeed have a look which suggests shock, disbelief, betrayal and grief in the most charming, funny, guileless manner but the reason that these emotions are so palpably, so viscerally communicated is that you have one hand at your side and the other on the rail of what was until that very moment "your" crib. It may in fact have been this very moment that led to the increasingly bizarre behavior that began with the ear warming/bent finger sucking and progressed to hurling projectiles at the barn and found it's fullest expression in your adult years in riding a bicycle.
We can always go to the photo, but before anyone resorts to that, what does anyone else remember about RiderX and the Crib?
My version of the family lore on this one includes momma bear's insistence, despite the extra work it required of the beleagured parents of five living in a continual construction zone, that pappa bear take down the crib riderx had been sleeping in, and that she begin sleeping in a "big girl bed" about 2 months before the blessed event. The hope was that she would not consider the crib hers anymore when it was hauled out of the attic and set up in her room for the new arrival. Apparently that didn't work, as the photo clearly demonstrates.
In related bedtime memories, I clearly recall sharing a double bed with her, and one of us was afraid of the dark while the other was afraid of the cat, which pounced on your feet if you moved them under the covers. This led to much wailing and gnashing of teeth. And no, a night light in the room would not have solved the problem. If you are afraid of the dark/monsters under the bed, the door must always remain open regardless of the brightness of the room. It is important for your parents to be able to hear you scream when the monster gets you.
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