31 July 2006
30 July 2006
28 July 2006
"Should I get a lot of hamburger meat? The avocado's not ripe so I need a different dinner."
"I don't think it's a good idea. The freezer's not fixed and I'd hate to have more meat spoil. We'll stock up again after the parts get here." I ignore the part about the avocado, figuring all will become clear eventually. My call-waiting beeps and we hang up.
A bit later the house phone rings, another call from the store. "What kind of wild rice do we get? I thought it comes in a box but all they have here is bags. Long grain?"
"The wild rice comes in a yellow box, the size of box mac & cheese. It's down by party couscous (tricolor - very festive)."
"Oh! Right. Not in foreign foods. With the other rice." I hear cart noises and picture his path from imports to domestic carbs. A beat or three after the cart noises stop, he says, "I don't see it. Long grain & wild?"
"No, just wild. Yellowish box. Either on the very top shelf, or down toward the bottom. Around your knees. The only kind of all-wild rice they have," I offer, "We get it all the time! You must remember the box?"
"Welllllll..." There's a pause, then he begins to ask about salsa (which is right next to domestic rice in that aisle. He sounds much less stressed while talking salsa than he sounded about the rice. I think I should be worried.
"We like the lime & garlic salsa. Did you find the rice?"
"Oh! No. But salsa's right here. Lime & garlic store-brand?"
"That's fine. The rice should be toward the bottom. Do you see the party couscous?"
"HERE it is. On the bottom, near my ankles. How will anyone know to buy it if it's down there?"
More phone-support follows, on topics like cereal and baking supplies. I wonder if it wouldn't have been easier to just go myself. I wonder that every single time I don't go on the grocery trip. I wonder if I can use these calls on my resume in case I'm ever out for a telephone tech support position. Anyone who has ever sent her spouse out solo for groceries would probably hire me in an instant.
27 July 2006
23 July 2006
All proceeds from the tournament benefited the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.
I'm off to Chicago for a few days for work...
21 July 2006
The pictures are a little foggy, as I had the camera under a gallon size baggie to keep it dry (it was still pouring out). Thankfully, the creek is at the lower edge of our property. We got some water in the basement but the houses down the hill from us were much worse off. Also, for some magic reason, we're the only house in the road with power. Chris thinks they're afraid I might rewire something if our power goes off. Go figure!
In case you weren't worried, maybe you should consider it.
20 July 2006
19 July 2006
I managed to give myself permanent blue hair highlights this week, using cyan ink from my printer (I was trying to fix the printer…it was hot, I was pushing hair off my face…didn’t realize I had ink all over my finger!). After several curious looks and guarded comments (as if they thought I maybe liked odd blue patches in my hair) during meetings yesterday, I resolved to try to fix my hair. So, this morning, I spent half an hour worrying my hair would fall out/turn pink/break into frizzy shards while I colored it, wondering if blue streaks would be better than a hot pink head for an important meeting tomorrow. In the end, it seems I picked a good shade to use – the blue streaks are no longer visible and my hair is exactly the same color as it usually is. Still...while this result is exactly what I wanted, it’s sort of disappointing to go through the whole coloring your hair dance for absolutely no change.
17 July 2006
16 July 2006
15 July 2006
14 July 2006
Chris and the kids came to watch the last hour tonight and then we all went out to Rita's for ices after. Yum!
12 July 2006
10 July 2006
Tour the Boudin Sourdough Bakery. Who knew watching bread being made could enthrall kids for an hour and a half?
Feed the birds. We did, twice.
Get ice cream at Swenson's. Jody's right, Chewy Crunchy Chocolate was totally the best pick.
Test out a west-coast playground. Good ratings were given by both reviewers.
House hunt. In my next life (or when I have $142M, whichever comes first...), I'm living here:
09 July 2006
Specific Ocean - the one touching the USA West Coast, right by where the wedding was. As in, "Mama! Come this way! The Specific Ocean is RIGHT HERE!"
Terrorgraph Hill - the one with all the steps and parrots in San Francisco or an amusement park ride Chris would rather avoid.