Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Ted





Everyone has funny autocorrect message stories. This one happened a couple of months ago, but came to mind recently so thought I'd share. 

Me: Can you grab a couple of bottles of aspirin for my parents today?
DH: What strength? Low dose?
Me: Ted
Me: Yes.
DH: No, this is not Ted. Try again.
Me: LOL. I don't know why an attorney at yes got auto corrected to Ted.
DH: What?
Me: Attempt
DH: Ur at an attorney?
Me: Yep, I'm leaving you got Ted.
Me: Dammit! For
DH: Finally

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Weird News




May 2, 2013. The Royals are in 1st place. It's snowing. And we are completely caught up on work in my office. Either the world is coming to an end, or the stars are aligned. My boss is going to buy a lottery ticket in hopes it's the latter.

In other weird news, we had decided to sell our house before it completely collapses. There was a passionate, irrational debate about it in which DH swore he wouldn't sink another $40k into this money pit, and I cried about leaving our neighbors and walking distance to 4 parks, the school, our church and the library. And reliving the nightmare of moving 4 years ago when I was pregnant with Baby R. (This is one of the first posts that leads up to that story.) We called a realtor, signed the paperwork, and then DH decided we were going to lose all our equity and be lucky to break even. Which was exactly what I had told him at the beginning. :)

So we're staying. Which I'm happy about. Except that our crazy neighbor is at it again. (You may recall my Turf War post from last year.) The most recent issue we've had is that she built a fence along our property line in the fall. No one on our side of the block had a fence from our place to four houses down on the corner. Our visual backyard was the size of a football field. Granted, it wasn't all ours to play in, but it was a nice open space in the middle of the suburbs. It wasn't ours to keep open, but it was definitely disappointing to see it built.

But not wanting it there isn't the issue. The problem is that our understanding of where our property line was turned out to be wrong. By 2-3 feet. Thankfully DH built our raised garden beds 3 feet off the property line, but now her fence is an inch or two from them. Which is a huge pain in the butt since two of the beds along the fence are 8' - 10' long, so it's hard for us to get to everything. But we didn't plant anything this year anyway since we thought we were moving. And because the coating on her fence seems to be potentially hazardous, per the following email from another neighbor who had looked up the chemicals the fence company told her were used on it:

Don’t want to scare you…but that fence does seem to be somewhat of a health hazard…especially to pregnant people.
Here are some of the things I read today.  The possibility of the chemical washing off into your garden does seem possible. 
The lady at Guier fence said that it was unusual that the fence still had that strong of an odor.  She said it was not toxic…and that there was not anything that could be done about the smell. 
Wish we could make her take it down!  


Treated with copper naphthenate.  These chemicals all have serious a adverse impacts on human health and the environment.

The oil-based wood preservatives, pentachlorophenol, creosote, and copper naphthenate are all easily absorbed through the skin, as well as through inhalation. The arsenicals are less easily absorbed through the skin, but are readily absorbed by inhalation of dusts or smoke from burning treated wood. Children may ingest all of the chemicals in soil contaminated by leaching from poles.

Wood preservatives are known to cause a variety of chronic health effects, though copper naphthenate is mostly untested. Some of the known health effects are:
·         Impair the immune system: creosote, penta, arsenicals.
·         Interfere with reproduction: creosote, arsenicals, penta.
·         Cause birth defects: penta, arsenicals.
·         Cause cancer (EPA's cancer classification): creosote (B1 - probable human carcinogen), penta (B2 - probable human carcinogen), arsenicals (A-known human carcinogen).
·         Cause genetic mutations: arsenicals, penta, creosote, copper naphthenate.
·         Interfere with hormone function: penta, creosote.
Reproductive Toxicity and Teratogenicity Chemicals may interfere with reproduction in different ways-by causing infertility, death of the fetus (fetotoxicity), low birth weights, or birth defects. Creosote, penta, and the arsenicals all interfere with reproduction, and/or cause birth defects.

Leaching potential and environmental fate Studies on the movement of wood preservatives from poles have found that they move from poles into soil and from the soil into aquatic ecosystems. The mechanisms by which the various chemicals move are different. Some of the materials are water soluble and are transported as dissolved salts. Others are adsorbed onto soil particles and are carried into streams as suspended particles in heavy rainfall. Once in an aquatic setting, the soil particles provide a steady source of contaminant.

So needless to say, we're not happy about the fence to begin with. The coup de grace happened this past Sunday. 

DH's 40th birthday was Tuesday, so Sunday night we had about 30 people over, and I made shishkabobs, corn on the cob, baked potatoes and cupcakes - yum! It was fun. Until our neighbor started walking through our yard with her dog and banging on our side of her fence with a hammer (which she does from time to time, even though it's been there less than 6 months and is in perfect condition). We were clearly having a party; people were sitting on the back porch and kids were playing in the yard. Not the time for trespassing and needless hammering.

Then she walked up to the patio door and called to DH inside and asked him to come talk to her for a minute. During this time she told him that she wanted to have her fence stained so she needed him to move the raised garden beds so the painters could get to the fence. He told her no, and she didn't understand why he wouldn't do it since he's moved them before. He told her he's never moved them. She left in a huff.

So Monday we get home from work and there's a message on our answering machine. She says she doesn't know what she did to piss us off, but she doesn't understand why we won't just move the garden beds, and she's mad that he blatantly lied to her about not having moved them before.

Um, people? I have photographic evidence that the garden beds are in the same place they've always been. Exhibit A:



This was taken the first summer we had the gardens. The red line I drew to show where we thought the property line was. The reason we thought it was there is because behind where I was standing to take the photo is an electrical box that is the corner of our yard. The red line is a straight line down the middle of our houses back to the box. You can see that it's a few feet from the edge of the gardens.

When our neighbor had her yard surveyed to put the fence up, we found out that the edge of our property is actually where the white line is, and it does a funky curve at the back to incorporate the electrical box. 

Why she thinks we moved them and where she thinks we moved them from, I have no idea. Do you realize how long it took DH to build those? And how much time and effort it would take to move them? If we had moved them, she would have seen him working on it for days. Not to mention the enormous section of our yard that would be a big dirt spot. And when did this move supposedly take place?

But the real question is, why does she care if our side of the fence gets stained? She can't see it. If we lived in a subdivision where everyone had fences, she wouldn't even be able to get to our side.

That's not even getting to the petty points of not wanting to do it because she was rude and crashed our party for this conversation. Or that she could have built the fence back to the electrical box instead of on the property line in the first place. Until she had it surveyed, she didn't know that section was hers anyway. Our yards are huge! Neither of us needs that strip of land. If we had built a fence, we would have kept it straight back simply out of common courtesy. If we didn't have garden beds there, I wouldn't care that she put the fence where it is now. It's all ridiculous. Hopefully she'll forget about it and let it go. I'm not going to get into a fight with her over it.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Perspective

I still love being pregnant, but it's funny how this time around I notice little things that I won't miss about not doing it again. Like the acne. Jeez! I don't think it was as bad before, but maybe I just don't remember. And the utter exhaustion of the first trimester. Which I kind of recalled, but was surprised by how much it knocked me out and how much better I feel now that I'm solidly in the second trimester at 18 weeks.

This time I have restless leg syndrome a bit which is new. I realized today that when Pineapple graduates from high school, I'll be 57. Which means I'll be 61 when s/he graduates from college. (If s/he takes the direct route which neither parent did.) YIKES.

When we were still on the fence about having a third baby, there were times I'd feel wistful thinking about never again experiencing the blessing of growing a little person, feeling the kicks and wiggles and stretches in utero. And even though I always said I only wanted 2 kids, I would wonder what it would be like to have 3. Knowing this is our last, I think these negatives, though fleeting, result in the contentedness I feel about that decision. So thankful for the chance to do it one last time, though.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Update

If you look back to my "Poor Pinterest Projects" post from last March, you'll see I made some homemade laundry soap. It cost about twenty bucks to make it. I used the last scoop in a load tonight. Talk about a frugal option!

On a less positive note, we had an accident in the bath tonight. The girls like to bathe in our tub because it has jacuzzi jets. After we finish washing, I let them turn on the jets for five minutes for a "bubble bath." On the wall behind the tub, hang two small shelves. One has a jar with sand in it, and the other has a jar with sea green beads in It. Tonight, the glass jar with the beads fell as we were finishing up bubble time. It shattered everywhere and some shards made small cuts across Baby R's back. I felt horrible. S was crying because she was scared of sissy being hurt. They're both fine, but I should have thought about the possibility that those could fall. Thankful it wasn't worse.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Dream A Little Dream

I had my first pregnancy dream last night. I can't remember how it started, but I ended up delivering the baby this Friday. A girl I work with is pregnant and due in two weeks. We have a pool at the office to see who can most closely guess when she'll deliver. I guessed this Friday, and another girl guessed today because it's a full moon. I'm sure much of the dream was related to that.

I was on a gurney in the hospital hallway. There weren't any rooms available because a bunch of women had gone into labor. DH wasn't there yet; he was on his way. I think it was my sister who had brought me? Anyway, there was a mirror in the hallway, and I could see some of the other women in their rooms. My labor was progressing rapidly, and I knew I couldn't keep the baby from being born any longer, and I was worried because I knew there was no way a C-section could happen. (Having had two previously, I'm at too great a risk for a VBAC now.) I could see the baby crowning in the mirror and yelled out for help. A nurse swooped in, caught the infant and placed it in my arms before rushing off to help another woman delivering nearby. It was full-term, beautiful. I realized she hadn't told me the sex. I lifted it up and saw it was a boy.

As much as my husband would like to believe my dream was psychic, I think it's also related to the girl at work. She and her husband had the sonographer write the baby's sex on a piece of paper and then took it to Party City and told them they wanted pink or blue balloons put in a box for when they came back to pick it up. Then they opened it later when they were at dinner with their families and were all surprised at the same time. The balloons were pink.

In the last week or so, several old wives tales have popped up, along with comments from other people that indicate the baby is a boy. She's started to question everything since they never saw the sono showing the baby's genitals. She said it will probably be born on April Fool's Day and be a boy. Ha! That would be funny.

Anyway, I'm not putting too much credence in my dream. But it will be fun to find out how things turn out for my friend, and for us.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Hellllllllooooooo??? Is Anybody There????

Wow. Three months. Where has the time gone? So many funny kid stories to share. I've been scribbling them on notes scattered around the house, and dictating them into my voice memos on my phone. No promises, but I'll try to transcribe them soon.

For now, the latest news with us combines, per the new norm, great highs and great lows. First, the bad news. Our house is sinking. My BIL is a structural engineer and came by last night to take a look. (Super fun way to celebrate DH's and my 8th annivesary.) He told us what we already knew. We have to get it piered to save it. DH wants to sell it and run. I don't think we can without fixing it. Which we're guessing will cost around $40k. Will get some estimates, and then decide if we can patch it a little and get out of here breaking even, or if we'd be upside down and have to suck it up and stay. I don't want to move. For the first time in my life, I love our house. But it's just a building. I can give it up. What I don't want to give up is the backyard and our neighborhood. But I just need to let it go and remember that God will provide.

Speaking of which, our latest blessing is that we're expecting again! DH had this awesome suggestion for announcing our news:



The girls can't wait. S wants a brother and Baby R wants a sister. She wants to name it Pineapple. I told her we'd talk about it. For now, that makes a good name to use instead of "it," though. So far, I'm feeling well. No nausea, but I do tend to have a sour stomach frequently. I wasn't sure if I was eating something that disagreed with me or if it was some kind of morning sickness. My doc said she had that with one of her pregnancies, too. Kooky.

More news to come sooner rather than later, I hope!

Saturday, January 12, 2013

New Year

I feel badly that I didn't post much in December, especially with the Sandy Hook tragedy, and Christmas in St. Louis with my side of the family since my sis was uber preggo. My nephew was born a week ago today and is a tiny version of my BIL. So excited to go meet him tomorrow! Just a quick note to say hi, and will post again when I can. Working on a set of letters for my nephew tonight.
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