Just Another Manic Monday...
Or soemtimes you just have to laugh.
Here is how Monday went...daughter woke up with blood in underwear, but being almost three we ruled out her turning into a woman. The doctor wanted to see her at 7 PM to check for possible urinary tract infection. Then the boys had an end of year program for one of their extracurricular programs, so they didn’t get home until almost 6. It was cold, so we went to turn on the heat. I went downstairs, and smelled smoke, so we called the fire department who told us to go outside and wait until they got there. Still no dinner. Then we realized we had to take 8 y-o-son for 7 PM Piano lesson, so Mrs Air Time, daughter and son need to leave by 6:45 to get son to piano and daughter to doctor. The police came, checked out the furnace, where the smoke was coming from, and told us it was safe to come in, and don’t turn on the heat until it is fixed. Then they pointed out several fire hazards in our basement (now cleared away – we are safe again). The kids can come back in the house, but we have fallen behind in grocery shopping, so there was nothing but waffles in the freezer, which we tossed in the toaster for the kids. Off to piano and the doctor for those three; me and 5-y-o-son play video games waiting for 'dre to call me back. Now I have to pick up 7-y-o. from piano, taking 5-y-o with me even though it is now past his bedtime. Get home. Kids are freezing and wearing extra heavy PJs. Daughter gets home. She is fine. Blood in underwear is mystery, but fortunately does not need to be dropped off at rabbis house in a brown paper bag. House is getting colder, Pistons are on TV, 'Dre is still not calling back. Pistons win. We consider trying turning on the furnace but decide we would rather not wake up in the middle of the night looking and feeling like charcoal. Furnace guy comes and charges $$$$ to fix furnace, while telling us that he has four other furnaces to fix today and it is already mid-May.
Here is how Monday went...daughter woke up with blood in underwear, but being almost three we ruled out her turning into a woman. The doctor wanted to see her at 7 PM to check for possible urinary tract infection. Then the boys had an end of year program for one of their extracurricular programs, so they didn’t get home until almost 6. It was cold, so we went to turn on the heat. I went downstairs, and smelled smoke, so we called the fire department who told us to go outside and wait until they got there. Still no dinner. Then we realized we had to take 8 y-o-son for 7 PM Piano lesson, so Mrs Air Time, daughter and son need to leave by 6:45 to get son to piano and daughter to doctor. The police came, checked out the furnace, where the smoke was coming from, and told us it was safe to come in, and don’t turn on the heat until it is fixed. Then they pointed out several fire hazards in our basement (now cleared away – we are safe again). The kids can come back in the house, but we have fallen behind in grocery shopping, so there was nothing but waffles in the freezer, which we tossed in the toaster for the kids. Off to piano and the doctor for those three; me and 5-y-o-son play video games waiting for 'dre to call me back. Now I have to pick up 7-y-o. from piano, taking 5-y-o with me even though it is now past his bedtime. Get home. Kids are freezing and wearing extra heavy PJs. Daughter gets home. She is fine. Blood in underwear is mystery, but fortunately does not need to be dropped off at rabbis house in a brown paper bag. House is getting colder, Pistons are on TV, 'Dre is still not calling back. Pistons win. We consider trying turning on the furnace but decide we would rather not wake up in the middle of the night looking and feeling like charcoal. Furnace guy comes and charges $$$$ to fix furnace, while telling us that he has four other furnaces to fix today and it is already mid-May.
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and still, you manged five posts. your devotion to this time-wasting, yet strangely rewarding, endeavor is commendable.
yes, but not a single post was after 5.
Sorry if I have to laugh at your expense. But you expressed everything beautifully (especially the undies in the paper bag to the rabbi).
Sorry the woes belonged to your family yesterday.
Hope all is well hereafter.
Well, at least the Pistons won. Always a silver lining...
-OC
I did notice you dropped off early. I figured you just had work to do. fat chance, right?
Pearl - Glad you had something to laugh at. In the middle of all this my wife and I just started laughing. That's just the way some days go.
SW- We are in the two weeks of waiting for work while looking busy cycle.
you should do a post about effective 'look-busy' technique
AirTime, have you never heard the expression: "We cried till we laughed, and we laughed till we cried." I think that about sums up your May 23, 2005!
Doesn't that one end, "We cried til we drank" If not, maybe it should
I'm laughing because you're right on top of things, looking busy as still wonderin' implies.
Are you familiar with the song "Can't Touch This" by MC Hammer...? I apply it to you:..."It's airtime time...can't touch this!..."
(the song appears in Shark Tale, so it's pretty much at the front of my brain, considering my youngest had me play and replay the DVD's music sequence over and over and over...)
Pearl -- lyric from a famous song...it's coming to me. Kinda gay, chick song, ends with "...and the snow turned to rain."
they play it around christmas time, john fogerty, no, dan fogelberg (thank you google).
I think MC Hammer will be thrilled to know that someone still remembers who he is.
still wonderin' -- i'm still wonderin' what you just said. huh?
what does dan fogelberg have to do with the movie shark tale...or does it? i know the song you're referring to, but what does it have to do with anything? maybe i should check out the lyrics before i ask -- i'm familiar with the tune.
sure i remember who mc hammer is...oh, i'm sorry. these days he's a minister. can you imagine him in the pulpit wailing from the new testament and suddenly his feet get itchin', his toes get tappin' and he does his infamous break dancing, but yelling "PRAYER TIME...take out your bibles!"
Stillwonderin' Explains:
The phrase "We cried till we laughed, and we laughed till we cried," struck me as being from a song by Dan Fogelberg.
Being an aging hipster, I freak when i hear a song lyric and can't place the song or artist.
I'm not implying that Dan Fogelbery is hip, just that I was in a panic trying to place your reference. Dig?
thanks...i'd have gone through my day still scratching my head in wonder.
btw, aren't we all aging hipsters, as in my hips are beginning to hurt, my knees and back are beginning to hurt...
thanks a lot, air time! that fogelberg song will now be running through my head for the rest of the day... (but then again, i guess its saccharine sweetness is "in tune" with the romance books i copy edit)
"AirTime, have you never heard the expression: "We cried till we laughed, and we laughed till we cried." I think that about sums up your May 23, 2005!"
not that anyone's counting pearl, but you're the one who got that song running through MY head all day.
Hey, we don't need Air Time around; we'll just continue to use his blog to have conversations amongst ourselves (You know, "Talk amongst yourselves" a la Mike Meyers doing his famous SNL talk show host shtick)!
So let me get this straight: air time, still wonderin' and just passing through are chaverim? And OrthoMom is an innocent bystander who knows some or all of you? I get the sense that you're all separated geographically but are bound by past common yeshiva high school histories -- am I understanding this, so far?
It seems like you have been able to keep yourself busy while I was out on a fire drill.
Or maybe this was an actual emergency. We had a fire drill last week, and then today the alarm went off again. This time a fire truck showed up, so maybe it was more real.
AT & JPT know each other from school, SW knows JPT from the 'hood, SW knows AT because we talk on the phone and have similar jobs, and OM is friendly with all of us but knows none of us because the casting director decided the script needed a woman to balance the mix. Isn't that right, OM?
pearl- you got it close but not quite. want to guess again.
Okay, sometimes I'm a bit slow, but I'll figure it all out -- or I'll get my nine-year-old to explain your six degrees of separation to me. He's good at that kind of stuff! :)
or....maybe one of you is married to OrthoMom?
nope. you got her right.
Pearl, I am Mrs. AirTime, as you may have figured out. I know JPT from The Chevra a long time ago. Olah Chadasha knows who we are, but we don't know who she is. Mom of 4 is nice, but I don't know her, although I think we would be friends. And I am convinced your real name is Penina!
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I always have to work on the fun days!
better you than me, baby.
ask dav if you want to know who oc is.
Mom, looks like the two of us missed out on a good day.
Great post Air!
Welcome out of the woodwork Pearl. We have to keep you guessing to stick around.
Hi Veev.
JPT, how is the family? How is our (one) female mutual friend and her family? How are her parents? I worry.
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