My So Called LifeCalGal -- Tuesday, January 08, 2008 -- 06:39:16 PM
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My son Declan had his first tap-dancing class today. He's taking tap with his best friend N, and their teacher is a 13 year old boy who's in the blues band Mairead sings for. He taps and plays flute, and he's really good. Also patient with these 6 year old boys. Declan and N are thrilled to be learning from A, and he's excited to be teaching. N's mom and I are each paying him $5 per 45 minute class. Deal!
The really funny thing is watching my long-straight-blonde-haired, blue-eyed, dimpled 11yo daughter wail the blues. And she's good! She can riff and harmonize and weave a melody around the guitars. It's very very cool to witness.
I know. They grow up so quickly! She'll be twelve in 3 months. She and her first boyfriend broke up over the weekend. She cried hard for an hour or so, but then seemed fine with it. They're friends... he just emailed her about one of his friends liking her best friend.
It wasn't much of a romance... they never went anywhere together, only saw each other in school in fact. No PDAs allowed at school, and he lives in another state, so I wasn't worried that it would get physical. She said they never even held hands. But he did buy her some very nice Christmas presents: 2 bracelets (one of which he made himself), a journal and froofy pen, and a copy of L Frank Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. She gave him a Red Sox scarf that he put on immediately and is still wearing daily.
I just went to the cvs.com site and switched all my prescriptions over from my old sloggy, annoying, ineffecient pharmacy. I've been without meds a couple times this month because they fucked something up and I didn't have time to make still ANOTHER trip to the next town for a few days.
So now I go online once a month, order refills, and presto, they'll be in the mail. It's amazing how little it takes to make me happy. Next up, sliced bread.
Them little furry rat bastards are always digging up something in my yard. They ate 200 Dutch bulbs we planted last year. Send me your killer attack dog when you're done.
They ate 320 bulbs out of my yard, including 100 crocus bulbs that I peppered, because I heard they don't like that. Instead, I think I just provided them with a spicy snack, because they ate all but one of them.
OK, 319 bulbs.
Chicken wire is your friend, people. Hide it under a layer of mulch. Bulbs grow up through the chicken wire, but the
thieving bastards squirrels can't get to them.
I actually like squirrels and find them to be hilariously entertaining unless they're treating an entire bed of tulip bulbs as a buffet.
Artie, I don't plant that many - we only have a back patio with surrounding planter beds, so there's not that much space. I would usually plant by just shoveling the top few inches of soil off to the side, laying most of the bulbs out, and then shoveling it all back over. I R LA-Z. Seemed to work fine.
(Of course, Mr. Paw and I have neglected our back patio for the past several years, so it looks like something out of a white trash caricature. Thank God we have a fence so it's not visible from the outside.)
I could never keep up with the previous incarnation of this thread.
BUT, I can use it to brag right now! My son's group won second place in the Rube Goldberg division of his school's Invention Convention. They gave them medals, which son immediately put on and wore the rest of the evening.
He is so pleased with himself. It's delightful. Their device really is clever, too.