...list...
Lee Press-On and the Nails: El Bando En Fuego
Snow Patrol: Final Straw
The Arcade Fire: Funeral
The Notwist: Notwist
The Chariot: Everything is Alive, Everything is Breathing, Nothing is Dead, and Nothing is Bleeding
DJ Dara: The Antidote
Bride: Kinetic Faith
Slechtvalk: At the Dawn of War
Psalters: Us vs. Us
Mamdy Keita: Afo
Del Castillo: Vida
Mad Caddies: Live From Toronto—Songs in the Key of Eh
Gerg
Two parents, four children, and our adventures in food, music and travel.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Crazy days
Yesterday was quite a day. Grace graciously agreed to come up here with us for the week to help me out with stuff -- I just sold a ton of stuff on eBay and had to get it all mailed yesterday, so the idea was that she would take care of Andrew for me while I did that. Also, since I'd be dropping Greg off at work and using the car, I'd also get all the food shopping done, and any other errands I could think of. Sooo....yesterday morning Andrew woke up with the worst case of whining that he's had for some time. I couldn't get ANYTHING done at all. We went outside to play, where he was marginally happy (unusual for him -- usually going outside is like entering the promised land for him!), but then an unfortunate thing happened. Some guy in BDU's (the uniform that Greg wears to work every day) came out of his apartment near us, and Andrew immediately started saying "Datty?! Datty?!" more and more frantically. I tried to explain that it was "just a guy", but he was convinced. The guy was white, had a buzz cut, and was wearing "Datty's" clothes, so that means that it must be him. Andrew ran towards him just as the guy got into his jeep, unaware of the drama that he was creating. As the guy drove away, Andrew had a total meltdown. His Datty had not noticed him, and had driving away in a cool, big car. This was all so terrible that he lay down in the parking lot and I had to carry him back to the house. The only think I could think of next was a good long walk, so I packed him into the stroller and we walked around our neighborhood. We didn't really go that far, but it took about a half-hour -- the baby has dropped so low now that It's hard for me to get anywhere very quickly. =0 We got home and after a Donut Man video and a very long bath, Andrew finally went down for his nap.
I took this opportunity to start printing out my eBay invoices, matching up payment receipts, etc. By the time I had almost finished, Grace, who was washing my dishes (isn't she great?!), starting shouting about water. I ran (wait -- walked with the intent of great speed) over to find water pouring out from under the sink. Our apartment Handy Man had installed a new garbage disposal over the weekend, and apparently hadn't finished the job properly. I went over to the landlady's office, and she said that the guy, Larry, was out for the day, and wouldn't be able to look at anything until nighttime. This was no good for me. I called my Dad, and after assessing the situation with him over the phone, Grace and I noticed that the garbage disposal unit under the sink was only partially screwed into the blade unit. I started to wiggle it a little, gave it a twist, and the whole thing came off in my hand! So here I am, legs aching with the circulation pretty much all stopped since they were folded up under me (pregnant people have %150 of the normal blood volume!), not able to bend forward very far because of The Huge Belly, holding this heavy unit attached to pipes that could break if I dropped it! Grace was right there and helped me stabilize it on a bucket and several phone books until we could decide what to do next. After much manipulation of everything involved, we were finally able to line things up, and while Grace strained to hold the garbage disposal in place, I successfully screwed the two units back together. Triumphantly I called my dad, then went to tell my landlady, who was relieved that the problem had been solved. (An old guy who was visiting her in the office commented "Hire the girl!") I was now walking on a cloud of "DoItMyselfNess", but I hadn't gotten anything done!! Or had I?
The next hour was spent going over recipes, creating a meal plan for the next two weeks, and then creating a grocery list to go along with that (the meals requiring highly perishable items are made the first week, the others the second week), and a mini-list for any super-perishables that had to be bought next week.
I was going to take a shower before leaving to finally complete my missions (it was 4:30 already!), but then Andrew woke up from his nap! I quickly ran out the door with all the merch that needed to be mailed and my grocery list, while Grace went to take care of the little guy.
The post office used to close at 6pm, but they've recently (unbenounced to me) begun closing at 5:30, so by the time that I had everything all packed up and addressed, I was closing them out, and left there at around 5:45. I felt so bad! Then I went food shopping, and by the time that I went to pick up Greg, it was around 7:00. Oh well.
I had to remind myself that I actually DID get a lot done...just not quite as I had planned it. And in the end, I finished everything that I needed to. At 10:00 though I was ready to drop, and fell asleep almost as soon as I hit the bed. Maybe I'll actually get to hang out with Greg sometime this week...
As it turns out, Andrew was coming down with something and now has a fever, poor guy. No wonder why he was whining.
In other news...Greg and I are in the market for another VW Passat, since I need a car badly and we can finally afford one. Does anyone know of one that's for sale? Our requirements: 2001 or newer, no more than $12,000, not dark green or dark blue, and it has to have a manual transmission.
I took this opportunity to start printing out my eBay invoices, matching up payment receipts, etc. By the time I had almost finished, Grace, who was washing my dishes (isn't she great?!), starting shouting about water. I ran (wait -- walked with the intent of great speed) over to find water pouring out from under the sink. Our apartment Handy Man had installed a new garbage disposal over the weekend, and apparently hadn't finished the job properly. I went over to the landlady's office, and she said that the guy, Larry, was out for the day, and wouldn't be able to look at anything until nighttime. This was no good for me. I called my Dad, and after assessing the situation with him over the phone, Grace and I noticed that the garbage disposal unit under the sink was only partially screwed into the blade unit. I started to wiggle it a little, gave it a twist, and the whole thing came off in my hand! So here I am, legs aching with the circulation pretty much all stopped since they were folded up under me (pregnant people have %150 of the normal blood volume!), not able to bend forward very far because of The Huge Belly, holding this heavy unit attached to pipes that could break if I dropped it! Grace was right there and helped me stabilize it on a bucket and several phone books until we could decide what to do next. After much manipulation of everything involved, we were finally able to line things up, and while Grace strained to hold the garbage disposal in place, I successfully screwed the two units back together. Triumphantly I called my dad, then went to tell my landlady, who was relieved that the problem had been solved. (An old guy who was visiting her in the office commented "Hire the girl!") I was now walking on a cloud of "DoItMyselfNess", but I hadn't gotten anything done!! Or had I?
The next hour was spent going over recipes, creating a meal plan for the next two weeks, and then creating a grocery list to go along with that (the meals requiring highly perishable items are made the first week, the others the second week), and a mini-list for any super-perishables that had to be bought next week.
I was going to take a shower before leaving to finally complete my missions (it was 4:30 already!), but then Andrew woke up from his nap! I quickly ran out the door with all the merch that needed to be mailed and my grocery list, while Grace went to take care of the little guy.
The post office used to close at 6pm, but they've recently (unbenounced to me) begun closing at 5:30, so by the time that I had everything all packed up and addressed, I was closing them out, and left there at around 5:45. I felt so bad! Then I went food shopping, and by the time that I went to pick up Greg, it was around 7:00. Oh well.
I had to remind myself that I actually DID get a lot done...just not quite as I had planned it. And in the end, I finished everything that I needed to. At 10:00 though I was ready to drop, and fell asleep almost as soon as I hit the bed. Maybe I'll actually get to hang out with Greg sometime this week...
As it turns out, Andrew was coming down with something and now has a fever, poor guy. No wonder why he was whining.
In other news...Greg and I are in the market for another VW Passat, since I need a car badly and we can finally afford one. Does anyone know of one that's for sale? Our requirements: 2001 or newer, no more than $12,000, not dark green or dark blue, and it has to have a manual transmission.
Order Music Here!
I recently ordered a CD from CDBaby.com, and below is the very funny confirmation e-mail they sent me:
_______________________________
Greg - Thanks for your order with CD Baby!
Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves withsterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow. A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure it was in the best possible condition before mailing. Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that moneycan buy. We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of Portland waved 'Bon Voyage!' to your package, on its way to you, in our private CD Baby jet on this day, Thursday, April 14th. I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did. Your picture is on our wall as 'Customer of the Year'. We're all exhausted but can't wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!! Thank you once again, Derek Sivers, president, CD Baby the little CD store with the best new independent music phone: 1-800-448-6369 email: cdbaby@cdbaby.comhttp://www.cdbaby.com
_______________________________
Greg - Thanks for your order with CD Baby!
Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves withsterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow. A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure it was in the best possible condition before mailing. Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that moneycan buy. We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of Portland waved 'Bon Voyage!' to your package, on its way to you, in our private CD Baby jet on this day, Thursday, April 14th. I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did. Your picture is on our wall as 'Customer of the Year'. We're all exhausted but can't wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!! Thank you once again, Derek Sivers, president, CD Baby the little CD store with the best new independent music phone: 1-800-448-6369 email: cdbaby@cdbaby.comhttp://www.cdbaby.com
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Listen here!
...here:
Michael Gulezian: Language of the Flame
Psyopus: Ideas of Reference
Jet: Get Born
Leahy: In All Things
Decahedron: Disconnection Imminent
Paul Oakenfold: Creamfields
Ganglion: The Stripped EP
The Hives: Tyrannasaurus Hives
Havalina Rail Co.: Russian Lullabies
Steve Taylor: Lament (Radio Interviews/Promo)
Danielson Famile: Fetch the Compass Kids
Ion Dissonance: …breathing is irrelevant
Gerg
Michael Gulezian: Language of the Flame
Psyopus: Ideas of Reference
Jet: Get Born
Leahy: In All Things
Decahedron: Disconnection Imminent
Paul Oakenfold: Creamfields
Ganglion: The Stripped EP
The Hives: Tyrannasaurus Hives
Havalina Rail Co.: Russian Lullabies
Steve Taylor: Lament (Radio Interviews/Promo)
Danielson Famile: Fetch the Compass Kids
Ion Dissonance: …breathing is irrelevant
Gerg
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Little boy, big bed.
On Friday last week, I tried to get Andrew to sleep in the twin size bed that's in his room. This way, when the baby is born, there will be no sudden changes for Andrew, and he will just be the Big Guy who sleeps in the Big Bed. Anyway, Friday was hugely unsuccessful, and ended with me putting him in his crib after about an hour-and-a-half of him jumping off the bed to run around his room and play, jump up-and-down on his bed to look outside at the "caws" (cars), etc.
On Monday I tried again, and this time...victory was mine! He's been sleeping in the bed ever since. Generally he spends at least a half hour jumping on the bed and looking out the window, but he hasn't been getting out, and he actually falls asleep!
Last night was pretty funny -- I couldn't fall asleep, so I was downstairs at the computer (that part wasn't funny), when I heard a few light thumps, and some little verbal noises from Andrew. Then there was silence. A little while later I went up to check, and he was asleep...on the floor NEXT to his bed. Not sure if he fell out, or just got out and then fell back to sleep where he was.
This morning Greg and I were awakened by a terrible wailing. Greg went in to check and couldn't help but start laughing. Andrew had fallen out of his bed into the laundry basket, and didn't know what to do. What a guy.
On Monday I tried again, and this time...victory was mine! He's been sleeping in the bed ever since. Generally he spends at least a half hour jumping on the bed and looking out the window, but he hasn't been getting out, and he actually falls asleep!
Last night was pretty funny -- I couldn't fall asleep, so I was downstairs at the computer (that part wasn't funny), when I heard a few light thumps, and some little verbal noises from Andrew. Then there was silence. A little while later I went up to check, and he was asleep...on the floor NEXT to his bed. Not sure if he fell out, or just got out and then fell back to sleep where he was.
This morning Greg and I were awakened by a terrible wailing. Greg went in to check and couldn't help but start laughing. Andrew had fallen out of his bed into the laundry basket, and didn't know what to do. What a guy.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Everybody Should Care
Listening List for the Week:
The James Dean Trio: Getting Scary
MxPx: Before Everything and After
Over the Rhine: Drunkard’s Prayer
Miss Argentina: Yes I am No You Can’t
Eluveitie: Ven
Me Without You: Catch For us the Foxes
Aradhna: Marga Darshan
The Locust: Plague Soundscapes
Calibretto: Dead by Dawn
Nasum: Shift
From A Second Story Window: Not One Word Has Been Omitted
Antestor: The Forsaken
Living Sacrifice: In Memoriam
Gerg
The James Dean Trio: Getting Scary
MxPx: Before Everything and After
Over the Rhine: Drunkard’s Prayer
Miss Argentina: Yes I am No You Can’t
Eluveitie: Ven
Me Without You: Catch For us the Foxes
Aradhna: Marga Darshan
The Locust: Plague Soundscapes
Calibretto: Dead by Dawn
Nasum: Shift
From A Second Story Window: Not One Word Has Been Omitted
Antestor: The Forsaken
Living Sacrifice: In Memoriam
Gerg
Monday, April 04, 2005
Egg Hunt
easterhunt01
Originally uploaded by faithdarling.
Yesterday Greg and I organized a late Easter Egg Hunt for Grace, Joy, their friend Yvonne, Christopher, Joel, Rachel and Andrew. The only problem with Andrew being in on the hunt was that everything he found, he felt he needed to eat right away. He ended up eating 4 small chocolate eggs (I think!), which is more chocolate than he's ever had in one shot. Last night, I put him to bed at 9:30pm, but after talking to himself and then crying on and off for about an hour-and-a-half, I got him back up, gave him some water and cuddled with him before finally putting him back to bed. We both fell asleep around midnight, I think. No more chocolate for that child!
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Broken Arm
About two weeks ago, Joel returned from a wrestling tournament with a broken arm, and a 1st place trophy. In is own words: "The first kid gave me a scratch on my face, and I beat him. The second kid bit my chest, and I beat him. The third kid broke my arm, and I beat him."
In this picture, there is a plastic bag over his cast because he'd just taken a bath.
In this picture, there is a plastic bag over his cast because he'd just taken a bath.
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