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No Thank You notes afterwards.

Posted on 2014.04.27 at 11:52
It was Easter.

The kids got one of those roadmap rugs to drive toy cars on. (I don't know why.) All that Hokey Pokey wants to do is drive cars on the roadmap rug.

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(I never would have guessed that a roadmap rug held any appeal, so don't listen to me when it comes to presents. I find it hard to intuit which toys will be immersive, though.)

I had a passing thought about my failure to acknowledge Passover to the kids, since they get deluged with The Easter Avalanche by virtue of life itself. Easter is a giant snowglobe of bunnies and candy and egg hunts and potlucks. It would be nice if they felt a tad alienated from it all, like I do. (I don't have much of a personal connection to Passover anyway, nor drive to host a seder. It just feels like the only available balance to offset Easter Intensity besides general surliness.)

It was Hawaii's 5th birthday.

We had a book exchange at Hawaii's party, in lieu of presents, and she was pissed at us. Everyone brings a book, everyone takes a book. Here's why a book exchange is great: no plastic crap comes into the house, no goody bags to prepare (because all the guests leave with a book), and no thank you notes afterwards.

Hawaii felt the sting of the loss of the presents that never were, though.  She took me aside several times throughout the party to tell me how sad she felt.

(She got a modest stack of presents from family. She wasn't totally empty-handed. Also that display of ennui above wasn't during the party. That would have been too sad.)(Favorite gifts: Mary Poppins, Frozen, box of Lucky Charms, nail polish.)

Jammies and I have different opinions. Jammies is in favor of keeping the book exchanges in the future. I think I'm caving. You don't have that many magical kiddie birthdays in your life.

It was Ace's 1st birthday.

She ruptured her eardrum. We got a call from daycare that her ear was oozing, but that she still seemed happy.  This was actually the day before her birthday. On her actual birthday, she got a cupcake.

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Pictures would help this entry not feel like such a slog.

I feel like a slog. Every morning for two weeks, I cough until I throw up. I keep plastic bags in the car.

(Yes, Heebie, you're pregnant. People throw up. But not me! I never have before! This pregnancy is different in many ways - I don't crave gatorade and ramen. I'm throwing up.  If this were my second pregnancy, I'd attribute all this to "MUST BE THE OPPOSITE GENDER!" It's so easy to attribute everything to gender. Good thing I can't do that here.)

This past month has been maybe the most brutal physical slog I can remember. One more week of classes. Also one more week until I should feel a bit better.

Then Things Got Better

But then! Yesterday morning I got to go browse countertops! Jammies dropped me off and took the kids to Target.

When you enter the warehouse, you get a clipboard and instructions. Rows J-M are lowest price, and fine-grain. (Read: speckled granite.) Rows A-I are medium-high priced, and rows D-E are marble.  I asked what a typical price was, in these ranges, and she demurred, "We are a whole saler. Your contractor will have a fabricator, who will bid on the counters you pick, and we'll go from there."  Gee, what an intentionally obfuscatory process. I'm sure a low-information single buyer from outside of Austin like me will score a great bargain.

In the warehouse of slabs, another customer passed me and said, "This is awful. Everything's running together and looking the same." I remembered to nod in commiseration, because that is what polite people do. On the inside I thought, What? This is amazing. A warehouse of countertops! We get to wander around and be opinionated! It was divine.

Oh so beautiful.

Counters which I fell in love with, but do not fit my vision:


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Let's splash in the cool blue water of this counter. I can picture cooking dinner on this, and finding it soothing.

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It's a counter Mars-scape! Let's frolic in this acid green sci-fi-scape. I love it.

If I could figure out how to incorporate either of these, I would. I did ask for prices on them.

This is the current front-runner:

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You are truly pink!

These below are two that I'm very fond of, even though they are so nondescript.  I love them.

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They are like a monument. Or a black and white photograph. Of a monument. Calm, eternal, etc.

And even more

Chuck E. Cheese is sort of fun? This was not Hawaii or Ace's party, but merely one we attended yesterday, after the glorious countertops.

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It's not awful.

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It does what it's supposed to do.

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During the cake and Chuck E. Cheese Rock Band portion of the event, they played a song called "My Karate Kid" to the tune of Bobby Brown's "My Prerogative", for one of the strangest song-location mash-ups I've ever conceived.

When Bobby Brown breaks it down and says "It's MY PREROGATIVE! You can do what you want to do", Chuck E. Cheese sang "It's MY KARATE KID! The one with Elizabeth Shue." No lie, that was honestly a lyric.


panisdead at 2014-04-28 07:50 (UTC) (Link)
Aww, happy birthday, kids!

What a bizarre song choice. I guess we mash them up...because they're there?

Hope you get some relief from the nausea and slogging soon.
heebie_geebie at 2014-05-04 18:43 (UTC) (Link)
I am in a state of relief! It feels doubly fantastic for having been such a slog to get here.
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