I thought I was in the clear for a while, but apparently not. Yesterday, Chaco sprung on me the fact that he needed a dress shirt and some khakis. Shopping? Again? What is this conspiracy!?
Anyway, I was back in the same store in the same young men's department as I was last week with Wolfgang and the jacket caper. The trick here was that all of the dress shirts are all neat and tidy and pinned and folded, a.k.a. non-try-onable. Okay, so now what?
Eventually we found some try-onable ones that also had numbers that looked similar to the ones that were non-try-onable. We took our best guess, and he grabbed one of suitable color. It almost seems unexplainable to me now to realize that we made it out of there in a decent amount of time with shirt, pants, tie, belt, and shoes.
We returned home, me feeling quite successful. Chaco asked me to iron his new stuff, so I got out some other wrinkly things and fired up the iron. I was part way through the second wrinkly thing when Meego reminded me that we were going to get him some shoes (he reminded me by walking in with his quickly disintegrating shoes, his only pair), so I said to him, "Oh yeah, do you want to go get shoes now?"
"Yes"
I said to Chaco,"Okay, iron's all warmed up. Get the wrinkles out of your clothes". I was joking. He's never ironed a piece of fabric in his life that I know of.
He didn't realize I was joking, and got up to make an attempt. I decided to keep my mouth shut and let him continue. My crumbling credit card and I left with Meego.
We returned a little less than an hour later to find Chaco sitting at his computer, the new clothes having slightly shifted in position. I said he should hang them up after ironing.
"I don't know how to iron", he said, the realization finally hitting him.
"Sure ya do, you just put the stuff on the board and move the hot iron around until the wrinkles are gone".
"You never showed me how to iron!", he explained.
"I think it's best to learn by trial and error"
"I tried, but all I did was error!"
"Okay, I'll iron them. You can clean the bathroom".
I was joking. He didn't realize I was joking. I need to do that more often.
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Monday, May 7, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Silver Liningness Sunday
It was a lovely weather week all around, and yesterday, Cinco de Mayo, will be recorded as the first morning of 2012 that I ran in sunscreen and a tank top. It was 60+ degrees at 7am! Of course today is in the 50's and I'm back in a hoodie...
But with the nice weather comes reminders that it's nearly summer. School will be out in less than a month. Magnum pointed out a letter a local crossing guard (not me) had written to the newspaper op-ed page. The letter said, "School's not out YET. Get off your [censored] cell phones and follow the rules in school crossing zones!!" or something like that.
On that note, I had a visit from my motorcycle cop last week. Real life Avengers!
Speaking of movies...
Magnum and I watched Oyster Farmer, a fun enjoyable movie with great scenery and wonderful casting.
We also watched Born to Race with Meego. Clearly, I was not born to watch "Born to Race". *AHEM*
But with the nice weather comes reminders that it's nearly summer. School will be out in less than a month. Magnum pointed out a letter a local crossing guard (not me) had written to the newspaper op-ed page. The letter said, "School's not out YET. Get off your [censored] cell phones and follow the rules in school crossing zones!!" or something like that.
On that note, I had a visit from my motorcycle cop last week. Real life Avengers!
Speaking of movies...
Magnum and I watched Oyster Farmer, a fun enjoyable movie with great scenery and wonderful casting.
We also watched Born to Race with Meego. Clearly, I was not born to watch "Born to Race". *AHEM*
Work was good with some setbacks followed by victories, which is better than the other way around. It looks like a few of my students are going to stay on to keep things fresh over the summer, and that's nice.
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Saturday, May 5, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
play
It's a new month and it feels like spring! Since I managed to continue the post-everyday business through April, I've gone ahead and signed up for another NaBloPoMo for May.
This month's theme is "Play", not that I've really been doing much with the themes lately. Last month's theme was poetry and I didn't write a single solitary poem. But to make up for it, I decided to play today!
I currently have a light schedule on Fridays, and rather than get caught up on housewifery or similar, I decided to play. I rode my bicycle under the guise of errand running, and I played with my pencils and paper.
I decided to do more Comic Con prep and drew Anakin Skywalker. It's not that I'm even a Star Wars fan but...
I decided that should be my subject since it's May. May the 4th.
And May the 4th be with you.
(so sorry)
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This month's theme is "Play", not that I've really been doing much with the themes lately. Last month's theme was poetry and I didn't write a single solitary poem. But to make up for it, I decided to play today!
I currently have a light schedule on Fridays, and rather than get caught up on housewifery or similar, I decided to play. I rode my bicycle under the guise of errand running, and I played with my pencils and paper.
I decided to do more Comic Con prep and drew Anakin Skywalker. It's not that I'm even a Star Wars fan but...
And May the 4th be with you.
(so sorry)
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Thursday, May 3, 2012
the clueless go shopping
My "look presentable" work was done for the day. I was hanging laundry while wearing a comfy ensemble bordering on clash, my hair up in a sort of ponytail/bun combo. Wolfgang entered.
"Can we go to the mall?"
"Uuuhhhh....", I contemplated.
He needed some fancy clothes, and fancy clothes are not something we keep a stocked supply of. We don't regularly attend events that require fancy clothes, and none of the kids has particularly fancy tastes. They are all jeans-and-t-shirts guys, the only exception being Meego who has a strange "no jeans" rule that no one really understands, but it's not worth the battle.
But occassionally, a need presents itself, so we must make a mall run. Their needs, my credit card.
My mom loves to shop. She literally has several closets full of clothes. When I was growing up and my mom came to school events, I always knew she'd be the best dressed. Even for my wedding, she didn't go out shopping for a mother-of-the-bride dress. She simply went to one of her closets and pulled out something perfect. I didn't inherit the shopping gene.
Wolfgang and I headed to the mall, my Mexican purse only further pushing my look into the clash realm. We were in the young men's fancy clothes section looking for a sport coat (or is it a blazer?).
"What do the numbers mean?", Wolfgang asked
"I have no idea", I supplied.
"I mean, I know they're sizes, but how do I know what size I am?", he continued.
"I have no idea", I supplied.
"And what do the letters mean?", still barking up the wrong tree. I just looked at him, no words necessary.
"Here, just put this one on", I said, holding up a brown courduroy.
"That's hideous", he observed.
"I know, but it has a number on it. Put it on so we have a reference point".
He put it on. It was both hideous and big. Reference obtained. Eventually, he selected a suitable sport coat or blazer or whatever. He wanted a tie.
"The red one?", he queried
"I have no idea... ", I haven't been around a place where men wear ties in a long time.
All in all, it was a pretty painless trip. A low maintenance shopper with a clueless companion makes for pretty short work. Maybe that's why God spared me having to shop with a daughter?
In the end, I think his outfit is quite stylishly dressy and appropriate. But then... I could be wrong.
p.s. I've since learned what the numbers and letters mean. Thank you google.
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"Can we go to the mall?"
"Uuuhhhh....", I contemplated.
He needed some fancy clothes, and fancy clothes are not something we keep a stocked supply of. We don't regularly attend events that require fancy clothes, and none of the kids has particularly fancy tastes. They are all jeans-and-t-shirts guys, the only exception being Meego who has a strange "no jeans" rule that no one really understands, but it's not worth the battle.
But occassionally, a need presents itself, so we must make a mall run. Their needs, my credit card.
My mom loves to shop. She literally has several closets full of clothes. When I was growing up and my mom came to school events, I always knew she'd be the best dressed. Even for my wedding, she didn't go out shopping for a mother-of-the-bride dress. She simply went to one of her closets and pulled out something perfect. I didn't inherit the shopping gene.
Wolfgang and I headed to the mall, my Mexican purse only further pushing my look into the clash realm. We were in the young men's fancy clothes section looking for a sport coat (or is it a blazer?).
"What do the numbers mean?", Wolfgang asked
"I have no idea", I supplied.
"I mean, I know they're sizes, but how do I know what size I am?", he continued.
"I have no idea", I supplied.
"And what do the letters mean?", still barking up the wrong tree. I just looked at him, no words necessary.
"Here, just put this one on", I said, holding up a brown courduroy.
"That's hideous", he observed.
"I know, but it has a number on it. Put it on so we have a reference point".
He put it on. It was both hideous and big. Reference obtained. Eventually, he selected a suitable sport coat or blazer or whatever. He wanted a tie.
"The red one?", he queried
"I have no idea... ", I haven't been around a place where men wear ties in a long time.
All in all, it was a pretty painless trip. A low maintenance shopper with a clueless companion makes for pretty short work. Maybe that's why God spared me having to shop with a daughter?
In the end, I think his outfit is quite stylishly dressy and appropriate. But then... I could be wrong.
p.s. I've since learned what the numbers and letters mean. Thank you google.
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Wednesday, May 2, 2012
getting my geek on
Over the weekend, I was with Wolfgang at the video game store. He was purchasing an "M" game, so I was there as a representative of maturity.
As he went about his business, I tried to stay occupied. I came across a stack of flyers for Denver Comic Con.
I half-joked to Wolfgang, "Oooh, Comic Con, we should totally go..."
We continued to half-joke about it in the parking lot.
On the drive home, we half-joked about it some more.
Back home, we half-joked about it to the rest of the family.
All those half-jokes summed up to full on jokes, and now we are totally going. I've made the reservations and purchased the tickets. My first geek convention!!
In an attempt to prepare myself for this thing - and maybe because I was trying to think of a way to make the June-and-me-switching-places-for-test-days story less boring - I got out the sketchbook and began forming a graphic novel. Meet the main characters, basedloosely on some people I... uhm... know.
Crossing guard and playground monitor, Big John is the village protector. He's a big guy with a big heart. Don't let the elementary school job fool you. He likes beer, baseball, and muscle cars. Pedophiles beware!
Playground monitor Dee has a bit of rebellious biker chick in her. She's great with kids and she also wields a mean crocheting needle!
Crossing guard and lunchroom monitor June is the Matriarch of the bunch. She's nurturing and kind, but tough. Growing up with livestock made her that way!
Crossing guard Abby is a bit on the quiet side and often looks lost in thought. But really, she's just watching... watching EVERYTHING. Don't slip up!
Together, they operate like a strange well-oiled machine. Their main common bond is that they all care about the health and safety of kids...
... they just have no desire to be indoors with them all day.
They are
The Outsiders.
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As he went about his business, I tried to stay occupied. I came across a stack of flyers for Denver Comic Con.
I half-joked to Wolfgang, "Oooh, Comic Con, we should totally go..."
We continued to half-joke about it in the parking lot.
On the drive home, we half-joked about it some more.
Back home, we half-joked about it to the rest of the family.
All those half-jokes summed up to full on jokes, and now we are totally going. I've made the reservations and purchased the tickets. My first geek convention!!
In an attempt to prepare myself for this thing - and maybe because I was trying to think of a way to make the June-and-me-switching-places-for-test-days story less boring - I got out the sketchbook and began forming a graphic novel. Meet the main characters, based
Crossing guard and playground monitor, Big John is the village protector. He's a big guy with a big heart. Don't let the elementary school job fool you. He likes beer, baseball, and muscle cars. Pedophiles beware!
Playground monitor Dee has a bit of rebellious biker chick in her. She's great with kids and she also wields a mean crocheting needle!
Crossing guard and lunchroom monitor June is the Matriarch of the bunch. She's nurturing and kind, but tough. Growing up with livestock made her that way!
Crossing guard Abby is a bit on the quiet side and often looks lost in thought. But really, she's just watching... watching EVERYTHING. Don't slip up!
Together, they operate like a strange well-oiled machine. Their main common bond is that they all care about the health and safety of kids...
... they just have no desire to be indoors with them all day.
They are
The Outsiders.
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Tuesday, May 1, 2012
peds
The second time's a charm apparently. Remember the two left shoes I got last week? Did I mention that they weren't even the same size? Oh well, even if they were the same size, it would still have been a major wardrobe malfunction.
I took a second chance and tried again. The box arrived. I didn't get my hopes up. I opened the box, pulled out one properly sized shoe then pulled out... another properly sized shoe for the opposite foot. Success!
I took a second chance and tried again. The box arrived. I didn't get my hopes up. I opened the box, pulled out one properly sized shoe then pulled out... another properly sized shoe for the opposite foot. Success!
Good thing because my knees and shins were starting to feel the effects of walking in shoes long past their useful life.
So now I'm off to take China for her beauty walk. I came across this video, and now I'm wondering if I can train her to do this for me.
Watch 'til the happy end!
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