Buh?
It's Friday? How did that happen?
It's been a nutty week. First off -- on Tuesday, our washing machine broke down midcyle, so I had to hand wash the clothes in the bath tub around midnight. [Edit: Aric DID help, for the record, with the hand washing] Woke up poor Will and Aric. Found out it'll cost 65 dollars just to have someone look at the damn thing. God damn it. (We are responsible for the cost of this due to complicated arrangements with our landlord.) We've also been interviewing nannies this week -- three of them. One of the three is officially out of the running because she asked if she could take Will to McDonalds for his meals. Uhm... no, jackass. And she also said she'd let him watch cartoons -- which (call me a Nazi) I don't let him do. We don't let him watch any TV, and I'm not going to pay someone 15 dollars an hour to sit him in front of the tube. For 15 dollars an hour, the nanny had better be teaching him botany or something. (Just kidding.) But I'm not hiring someone who would do a worse job than I do taking care of him. That would be a disaster. :)
We've also had some problems with our back yard. A couple of weeks ago, our gardeners landscaped our back yard, putting down some beautiful sod that we've been diligently watering. Well, on Tuesday morning (Tuesday was a shit day, all things considered), Aric went out to water the yard to find that someone or something had rolled back several pieces of the sod and dug around in the dirt. Awful. We (read I) replaced it and went about our lives. [Edit: whilst I replaced the sod, Aric fed and watered Will.] Wednesday, we found the same thing had happened again. What could it be? And we (read I) were starting to be creeped out that we were being terrorized by humans who had it in for us somehow. That night, Aric went out to water the yard, and he discovered a raccoon in the yard. Mystery solved. A quick Google search revealed that raccoons love sod -- little bastards -- and there's really nothing you can do about it. In California, every goddamn animal is protected, so it's not like you can kill them. You can trap them, but you have to have animal control take them away to Tahoe or something.[Edit: Tahoe is a lot better than here.] So anyway, we've been pillaged daily this week, and each day we keep putting back the sod. It's like an elaborate chess game in foliage form. I talked to the gardener today, and they are going to try putting a mesh fence around the yard in an attempt to keep the buggers out of the sod. (It'll take a couple of weeks for it to root.) So much for having grass for Will to run around in. We'll have to go to the park for our greenery fix.
Let's see... what else? Seems like this week's had even more fun crap to report, but that's all I can think of right now.
I started reading A Confederacy of Dunces in the last couple of days. It's like Ignatius Reilly is a modern Falstaff. I love it. It reads just like something Jon wrote, too. Funny stuff. I know he's read it before. Must talk to him when I'm finished with it. I'm glad I picked it up the other day. I just got done reading Running with Scissors by Augusten Buroughs. While I found it to be moving, funny, and a great read, I also found it to be all-too-familiar. I had started reading it about a year ago, but put it down because I couldn't bear reading about another crazy family when I had plenty of crazy in my own life. [Edit: That crazy wasn't Aric.] Anyway, I'm glad I read it, and I will likely pick up some other books by him down the line. For now, I'm glad I'm reading something less oppressively familiar. I needed something a little lighter after all that neurotic madness.
Tomorrow is Aric's birthday. I'm excited to give him his presents! I hope that he likes them! [Edit: first and foremost... the editing of this entry...]
It's been a nutty week. First off -- on Tuesday, our washing machine broke down midcyle, so I had to hand wash the clothes in the bath tub around midnight. [Edit: Aric DID help, for the record, with the hand washing] Woke up poor Will and Aric. Found out it'll cost 65 dollars just to have someone look at the damn thing. God damn it. (We are responsible for the cost of this due to complicated arrangements with our landlord.) We've also been interviewing nannies this week -- three of them. One of the three is officially out of the running because she asked if she could take Will to McDonalds for his meals. Uhm... no, jackass. And she also said she'd let him watch cartoons -- which (call me a Nazi) I don't let him do. We don't let him watch any TV, and I'm not going to pay someone 15 dollars an hour to sit him in front of the tube. For 15 dollars an hour, the nanny had better be teaching him botany or something. (Just kidding.) But I'm not hiring someone who would do a worse job than I do taking care of him. That would be a disaster. :)
We've also had some problems with our back yard. A couple of weeks ago, our gardeners landscaped our back yard, putting down some beautiful sod that we've been diligently watering. Well, on Tuesday morning (Tuesday was a shit day, all things considered), Aric went out to water the yard to find that someone or something had rolled back several pieces of the sod and dug around in the dirt. Awful. We (read I) replaced it and went about our lives. [Edit: whilst I replaced the sod, Aric fed and watered Will.] Wednesday, we found the same thing had happened again. What could it be? And we (read I) were starting to be creeped out that we were being terrorized by humans who had it in for us somehow. That night, Aric went out to water the yard, and he discovered a raccoon in the yard. Mystery solved. A quick Google search revealed that raccoons love sod -- little bastards -- and there's really nothing you can do about it. In California, every goddamn animal is protected, so it's not like you can kill them. You can trap them, but you have to have animal control take them away to Tahoe or something.[Edit: Tahoe is a lot better than here.] So anyway, we've been pillaged daily this week, and each day we keep putting back the sod. It's like an elaborate chess game in foliage form. I talked to the gardener today, and they are going to try putting a mesh fence around the yard in an attempt to keep the buggers out of the sod. (It'll take a couple of weeks for it to root.) So much for having grass for Will to run around in. We'll have to go to the park for our greenery fix.
Let's see... what else? Seems like this week's had even more fun crap to report, but that's all I can think of right now.
I started reading A Confederacy of Dunces in the last couple of days. It's like Ignatius Reilly is a modern Falstaff. I love it. It reads just like something Jon wrote, too. Funny stuff. I know he's read it before. Must talk to him when I'm finished with it. I'm glad I picked it up the other day. I just got done reading Running with Scissors by Augusten Buroughs. While I found it to be moving, funny, and a great read, I also found it to be all-too-familiar. I had started reading it about a year ago, but put it down because I couldn't bear reading about another crazy family when I had plenty of crazy in my own life. [Edit: That crazy wasn't Aric.] Anyway, I'm glad I read it, and I will likely pick up some other books by him down the line. For now, I'm glad I'm reading something less oppressively familiar. I needed something a little lighter after all that neurotic madness.
Tomorrow is Aric's birthday. I'm excited to give him his presents! I hope that he likes them! [Edit: first and foremost... the editing of this entry...]