Monthly Archives: August 2009

All I wanted to do was go to the effing movies

Every time someone babysits my kids I kind of freak out a little. I can count the amount of times Andy and I have left the boys in the care of someone else (not counting daycare) on one hand because we’d rather miss out on date night than worry about one of them freaking out and me/us not being there to soothe him/them. Fun with pronouns! Anyway, when Zain was three months old, Andy’s parents were in town and had agreed to babysit while we went to Andy’s company party. I told my father-in-law to hold Z facing outwards if he got upset and he’d immediately calm down. That little tidbit of information, I explained, was really all he needed. Cut to two hours later when my fil calls us at the party, little Z screaming in the background.

“He’s been crying for an hour nonstop!” my fil said. “I really think something’s wrong with him.”

“TURN HIM AROUND.” Andy coached.

“Oh, hey, it’s working!” my fil yelled (he yells a lot). “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” ARGH. The evening was shot. I kept hearing Z cry in my head long after Andy hung up the phone. My baby was crying for an HOUR?! Poor little guy. We left the party. Did we overreact? Sure. But we were new parents! You know how it is.

So now every time someone babysits for us, I immediately plan for the worst. “If Zain completely flips out you can try A, B, and C…” I basically freak the babysitter the fuck out before the night’s even begun. You know, start the night off on the right foot and all that. Just trying to do my part. Of course, wouldn’t you know it, Z and Mad were perfect angels. I like to think it was the 2 mile walk that I forced us all to take beforehand that left Z tuckered out and complaisant.

So Andy and I made our way to the theatre sweaty and anxious. Our first roadblock, literally, was that the 405-S was closed that day. We kind of knew this, but we hoped that roadwork had finished the day before and decided to take a chance. Which is probably not the best course of action when you’ve only got ten minutes to spare. YEP. We doubled back the way we came and took the super annoying detour route to our destination. I checked my watch. We were going to miss the previews. Meh. I could live with that, since I watch them all on anyway. We park.¬† We figure that since it’s Sunday, we don’t have to pay for a parking sticker. NOPE. As of July 31st or somesuch nonsense, the city of Portland decided to bend us all over and … you get the idea. But HUH? We have to pay for parking on Sundays now? WHAT?! Way to suck Portland. So we go to the machine to buy said sticker. It is broken. We go across the street. It too is broken. We go a block over. The sad song continues, until we finally manage to track down a working machine what felt like ten minutes later. Then we book it to the theatre. THE MOVIE HAD ALREADY STARTED. This irritated me to no end. But I moved on and laughed and cringed and laughed some more.

Got back to the car and guess what? A lovely yellow envelope lay beneath our windshield wipers. Every car on the car sported one, their owners having decided that a broken machine meant they got a free pass. NOPE. And when we pulled the ticket from the envelope? We noticed that we weren’t even ticketed for going over our time limit. One of our tags had fallen off. So basically, Mr/s Douchebag¬† had to have a full set. Can’t have one car without a ticket!

So many shades of lame!


Filed under Good times, Portland, Rant, Truly?

Compiled random thoughts

Preggo brain is so intense that it sticks around for like a year after the fact. My ability to retain memory is shot. “Oh right!” is a constant refrain for me lately. I’ve also been thinking out loud a lot, which can make things awkward. More fun stuff: My hair has been falling out in handfuls at a time -almost forgot how fun this was last time! Our bathroom floor is always covered with it, no matter what I do. And these last ten pounds aren’t taking a fucking hike. Granted, I’ve slowed down my workout regimen (although I still try for 2-3 times a week). And I continue to eat sugar. It’s just so…GOOD. I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight, so at least I’ve got that going for me.

But otherwise, life has been pretty good. Andy and I might be zombies but we’ve gotten pretty good at sleepwalking. It’s intense, but worth it. My boys are both changing so much lately, in these really amazing ways that make me want to pause everything for a moment, lest they grow up too fast. Mad is rolling over and scooting around and Zain is mimicking every.single.thing. that Andy and I say. You can imagine. And sometimes, he says other things, things that are completely his own thoughts. It’s cuckoo.Everything is big. That truck? BIG truck. The baby I’m holding? BIG baby!

*is distracted* What is up with the intense heat/chilling cold switcheroos round these parts?  I mean, choose one and go with it, Portland.

Um, what else?

Hey, this skirt is pretty:


I want to buy it and wear it with my current pair of favorite shoes:

Happy Feet

Happy Feet

Still haven’t seen 500 Days of Summer, but I will do my darndest to make that happen. Every screenshot I see makes me crave Zooey’s wardrobe. I’m especially drawn to the top (or is it a dress?) below. The “Love will tear us apart” shirt (I see what you did there) is also awesomesauce.

I’m starting a class the end of this month. It’s a short story workshop. I’m equal parts nervous and excited. I haven’t taken a class in almost 9 years (!), I hope I can get back on that bicycle and ride it into the sunset. Am I crazy for adding one more thing to my already heaping plate of responsibilities?


Filed under Crazy Life