The Fidget Spinner

This summer on family vacation, Little Boy purchased a fidget spinner at the souvenir store.
In case you haven’t seen one before, it’s a plastic and metal thingy that kids an spin around in their hand for fun.
They are wildly popular and were being confiscated left and right by the teachers at the twins’ elementary school all year for disrupting class. This of course makes them all the more a fabulous and coveted object in the world of kids.
He was extremely excited about his new fidget spinner and showed it to everyone at the vacation house. In a family full of schoolteachers, this did not go over well. Invariably they said, “Ugh! I hate those things!”
But Little Boy loved it! He played with it all the time.
That’s why I was surprised a day or two later to come in and find the fidget spinner resting in a pan of hot water in the kitchen.
“What’s this?” I asked. Little Boy complained that Little Girl had gotten annoyed with him and taken the fidget spinner away. “And she put it in her UNDERWEAR!!” he finished with indignation.
“I see,” I said. “So now it has to be sterilized?”
He eyed the offending object doubtfully. “Dad said he could get it clean but I don’t know…”
Well, so much for the fidget spinner, I guess!

 

It depends on what the definition of “old” is

Conversation with my just-turned-nine-year-old son:

  • HIM: Is Adventure Time an old show?
  • ME:  I guess… I mean it’s not a brand-NEW show…
  • HIM: So it’s old, then?
  • ME:  Well, I wouldn’t call it OLD, exactly…
  • HIM: Why not?
  • ME: It wasn’t around when I was a kid or anything.
  • HIM: (laughs) Well I know THAT. It’s in color!
  • ME: How old do you think I am, kid?
image from https://collectionofawesome.com

How I plan dinners

Usually I stand in the kitchen and ask myself, “What will I NOT HATE that I can make tonight without too much trouble?” And then I answer myself, “Cold cereal it is!”

No, I’m joking, obviously.

I do have to cook so the people in the house don’t starve. The trouble is, I really HATE meal planning.

I know people who have wonderful little calendars planned out with each meal for the week all written down, and they buy all the ingredients in advance to fit each dinner so that both grocery shopping and cooking are a model of efficiency.

This is SO NOT ME.

I have mentioned before my model for food shopping, which is basically just throwing stuff onto my cart at random. (Click here if you want to see an illustrated version of that.)

And whenever I try to assign certain meals to certain days of the week I feel trapped and suddenly lose my appetite for whatever I’ve planned.

It feels like Food Slavery to me. But of course, we have to eat SOMETHING.

So here’s what I do.

When I get back from the store and start putting away all my random purchases, I make  list of all the meals I can possibly make from the stuff I just bought.

(While I’m saying to myself, “Why did I get this again?” and “Oh shoot, I forgot some essential thing!” of course.)

I post the list on the refrigerator. Then when it’s time to make dinner, I can look at the list and pick something, crossing it off after I make it.

ACTUAL PHOTO FROM MY FRIDGE

So.. THERE.

Don’t say I never put anything practical on this blog. Have you SEEN my new recipe tab?!

I tried to save a few bucks on formal wear

Shopping for New Furniture

As evidenced by the state of my couch in my previous post, I’m in the market for some new furniture.

So here’s how that went:

  • Me:  *Enters lovely showroom*
  •          *Sits on pretty couch*
  •          *Checks price tag*
  •          *Faints dead away from shock*
  • Nice Saleslady: *approaches cautiously*
  • Me: *Sits up and tries to look normal*
  • NS:  “May I help you?”
  • Me: “Um, Do you have anything on sale?”
  • NS: (brightly)”We don’t have any sales, because of our everyday low prices. “
  • Me: *Struggles mightily not to roll eyes* “Oh….kay…”
  • NS: “But we do have our clearance warehouse…”
  • Me: “Aha! That’s for me!!”
  • NS: (uncertainly) “I’ll just have to get the key…”
  • Me: “Awesome! I’ll wait here.”

She came back with a key and led me out the back door, across the snow-packed lot, past a dumpster, and then into a warehouse crammed full of mismatched furniture with red tags.

I do believe I have found myself something I can afford, I thought!