Sunday *updated

December 16, 2007

Among the three of us, we have: jet lag, 2 stomach bugs, a correlating pile of vomit-covered laundry (sorry), A BROKEN TOILET, a snowed-in car, and a missing magnet to open our child-proof cabinets.

Team Round is Funny is OUT.

*** ETA: Toilet fixed, magnet found (in the shredder), car dug out, laundry done, jet lag mostly resolved. Kid still vomitocious, wife still just a little pathetic, daycare closed. It’s definitely progress, but only for a Monday.


I am a jackass

November 3, 2007

Walked right into some big metal thing sticking out of a brick wall while wearing my (formerly) favorite jeans.

My leg faired only slightly better.


Thank you, thank you very much

October 29, 2007

Dear City of Boston:

A small request: do you think when you reconfigure the roads 4 billion times a week for seventeen years that you could put up enough signs so that someone who has only been living here for TEN YEARS can find their way to the airport?

Thanks for your consideration,

RiF


Question of the day

June 4, 2007

How come chewing tobacco, singly packaged tylenol tabs, and razor blades are in every store in the airport, but baby formula doesn’t make the list of things a person might want to buy when trapped in an airport for hours?

(Note to self: it’s impossible to be TOO compulsive when deciding how much formula to pack for a flight).


Oh, romance

February 14, 2007

A romantic Valentine’s Day chez Round is Funny:

5 am: Baby is awake. Baby is starving. Everyone has to know until it gets fixed. Cuddly, but very loud.

6:30 am: The phone rings. NSG is calling home to report that she has risked her neck to get to her childcare job despite the icy roads. I cancel my 10 am meeting and decide not to risk mine and Roo’s necks to do the usual 8 am baby-swap at NSG’s job.

6:30-10 am: Roo and I hang out. Lovely. Overdue.

10:00: NSG comes home. We have 15 minutes and open Valentine’s cards together. I bolt for work (2 1/2 hours late).

2:59:  My supervisor comes in to tell me they are closing the office early because things are icing up.

3:00: I realize I have a proposal due… tomorrow.

4:15: Finally leaving work, papers in hand so I can get it done tonight – freakin’ Valentine’s Day and I’m bringing work home.

5:30: As I’m pulling up in front of the house, my phone rings. NSG, with Roo in tow, has a flat. Tow truck will be 2 hours because of the weather emergency.

5:45: She gets impatient, puts the damn donut on herself and cancels the tow order. She drives about 10 feet and realizes the donut is flat. Calls again. I head out the door to get them in an abandoned parking lot. We leave the car directly under a sign that says “no overnight parking. Violators will be towed.”

7:00: We call roadside assistance again and are told that they can’t tow the car unless we are there. Baby needs to go to bed, roads are icy, and the wait on the tow truck is now closer to 3 hours.

7:00-7:30: Make about 47 calls to sisters, co-workers, supervisors, and the police in an effort to make sure everyone has wheels to get them to their job in the morning, the baby won’t have to watch himself, and that car will not be towed from the parking lot. The police say they have no control over who gets towed on private property. In the process of making calls, score free babysitter for Sunday night date.

7:30-9:00: Gulp down dinner (was going to be good but given the events of the evening came from a package), put baby to bed, sit together and focus on each other for a whole 10 minutes. NSG off to bed in preparation for 5:30 am wake-up.

9:00-9:45: Finish proposal, cap off romantic evening by blogging about it. Feel grateful that I was never too hung up on Valentine’s Day to begin with.


Scrambled

January 18, 2007

I have many things to write about – the temporary chaos that is my job, our meeting today with a sleep consultant (hallelujah!), the almost-tooth that is wreaking havoc with Roo’s days, and other things bouncing around in my head. In the meantime, all I can manage to produce as far as original content is: I am a tired girl. (See: sleep consultant).

If you’re looking for something much more exciting, please head over to A Life in Two Keys to congratulate Clementine and her partner Petunia on their adoption of the beautiful and long-awaited Ms. Hester Willa.

Congratulations, Mamas!


Is this thing on?

January 10, 2007

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It’s National De-Lurking Week!

You don’t have to do it. Being shy is okay. I’m not the boss of you.

But if you’re not shy, just quiet (at least on this little corner of the web), now would be a fantastic time to let me know who you are.

Anyone? Bueller?