October 20, 2007

• Its always something...

  Daughter1 woke us up this morning looking for her library card.

   

   “I need it for class today.  We are going to the library to get books for our research project.”  One of those things I wish she would have brought up last night.  I got up, found her library card, looked online to see if she had any overdue books, and wrote a check to pay for the fines.

   

  After I gave her the card and the check, she said, “I need to bring a lunch today, since we’ll be at the library during lunch.”  Of course, we have nothing easily thrown together for a bag lunch (haven’t been to the grocery store lately…)

   

  I stopped at the grocery store to grab some lunch items.  As I am running through the aisles in heels I think: they should have “Forget to pack a lunch?” area by the checkout.  They could just  have a few bag-lunch type items; some fruit, cheese, crackers, drinks.  I grabbed some healthy snacks for Daughters2 and 3, as they hadn’t had breakfast.

   

  As we headed towards Dunn Brothers on our trek across town, I slowed down to avoid a Golden Retriever in the road, who was voraciously eating a road-kill squirrel.  His “mom,” a lovely young woman wearing a suit and heels, ran across the street to get him.  He  looked at her guiltily, dropped the squirrel, and ran back across the street. 

   

  We went in to Dunn to get our coffee from the harried barrista, and the girls watched the guy roasting the beans. (*homeschool learning opportunity)

   

  “It smells like burnt toast,” say D3.  “I like the smell of burnt toast.”  I mentally note that they have a “forgot your lunch” cooler  with healthy but overpriced salads. 

   

  We got across town with plenty of time to spare (a minor miracle for our chronologically challenged family.)  I help Zisixi fill out paperwork, as he is seriously paperwork phobic in the best of times, let alone when his brain is not functioning well.  I had to call the insurance company to get claim numbers and contact information, and finished well before the appointment.

   

  The girls and I sat in the waiting room.  I finished reading Princess Academy, and we read the funnies together. 

   

  The exam took about 1 ½ hours.   After about an hour, I was startled by a huge clap of thunder.  I hope the MRI machines have good surge protectors.  I imagine Zisixi returning home with a new superpower…

   

  We left with a CD of zisixi’s brain, so I can bring it home and worry about it overnight.  Is this normal?  What is that? 

   

  We were all hungry after the appointment, so we stopped at a Mongolian Barbeque place.  It was loud and crowded, and made me feel kind of jangled, but the food was pretty good.  Its kind of like a stir-fry salad bar. I helped Daughter3 choose her items.  They have raw eggs (good thing someone pointed out that they were raw – she thought they were hard-boiled.  We would have had quite a surprise when we got back to the table.) She put some “dragon hot sauce” on her noodles, and was practicing her chopstick skills. 
  
  

  NOTE:  Do not practice chopstick skills on noodles covered in dragon hot sauce!

   

  It’s a good thing nurse Mom is trained in the art of eye lavage. 

  1.      Rush child to bathroom.

  2.      Grab a clean plastic cup from the drink area.

  3.      Tilt child’s head over the sink so dragon hot sauce eye is down (so spicy stuff doesn't get in the good eye)

  4.      Rinse until the stinging is gone.

   

  (A similar crisis happened when eating at a Korean restaurant with a friend and her kids.  Her son got kimchi in his eye.)

   

  Voices from the backseat on the way home:

   

  Daughter2:  I have won - I am the Queen of Silliness

  Daughter3:  I demand a refund!

  Daughter 2: You mean a recount!

   

  (Explosion of giggling)

   

  Question from guy on the radio:

  “What do ice cream truck guys do in the winter?”

   

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