The Big DumpTruck

Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996

Month: June, 2004

Magically Delicious

I had a bowl of Lucky Charms for breakfast this morning. You’d think that would have set me up for a great day, what with them being lucky and all. Well, nothing spectacular to report so far, and in fact, I forgot my security badge at home which is actually a strike against it being a lucky day.

But I continue to maintain my chipper attitude and look forward to all the luck in store for me today.

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Welcome, Banana Eaters!

There’s a link on the Banana website back to an early issue of the dump, because one day I happened to write about eating banana number 4077. This was back in 1997, kids. When it was cool to be a banana eater. Check out the link, if you will. Dig that groovy page design! And if you’re on a high rez monitor, dig my inability to do a background correctly! (I’m better now, really).

I was reading the first part…I don’t remember the treadmill ever being in the living room, but if I said it was, it was. But I’m guessing it didn’t last long before being shuffled to the basement.

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All The Important Stuff

More thought pebbles. I know you’ve been sitting by the warm glow of your monitor just waiting for them.

  • On the drive home from work late last week, I was behind a jeep that had one of those customized license plate holders. Not unusual. Some advertise the dealership where said vehicle was purchased, some root for a school or sports team. This one said “I’d rather be at a Journey Concert”. Oh Lordy, that’s quite a statement to make, my friend. Are you sure you want to admit this to strangers who happen to be driving behind you?
  • Nobody’s come through with ten thousand dollars yet, so it looks like I’ll be stuck working all summer. Hey, can’t blame a girl for trying.
  • Scorecard in effort to pink-ify my life: I am sporting pink nail polish today, and I grabbed hot pink folders out of the supply cabinet. Hey, it’s not like the guys were going to use them. There is a nagging feeling that I could be doing more, and that it has something to do with capri pants, but I’m just not ready to take that plunge right now.
  • It’s the first day of summer. Shouldn’t we be allowed to go home early today to celebrate it with our families? No? How ’bout tomorrow, then?
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Happy Father’s Day

To all the dads out there – biologically or emotionally – have a great day.

We’ll let you watch sports and we won’t even complain about it.

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All Done Tee Ball

Well THAT was fast. Tee Ball is done for the season, and next year Junior will probably be good enough for instructional league, which is where they start getting a little more serious. We’re going to practice throwing and catching this summer, which is where he could use the work. His batting is actually pretty decent. Must take after his dear old mom!

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“Because I Have to Work”

Junior is on my case about me staying home with him all summer. Which sounds great to both of us, but, well, unless the bank fairy wants to bling me with $10,000 (give or take) to cover the time between now and when he goes back to school, I’m afraid I’ll be going to work every morning.

Trust me, there is nothing I want more than to be able to stay home with him this summer. I am aware that the older he gets, the less likely it will seem like a fun option to him. But I can’t talk about that because it’s too depressing.

So instead, I tell him if I don’t go to work, we won’t be able to put money in our Disneyworld fund, which has more of an impact on a six year old than “we won’t be able to pay the mortgage,” if you can believe it.

So if any of you were thinking of sending me a lot of money, now would be the time to do it. I just wanted to put that out there.

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"Because I Have to Work"

Junior is on my case about me staying home with him all summer. Which sounds great to both of us, but, well, unless the bank fairy wants to bling me with $10,000 (give or take) to cover the time between now and when he goes back to school, I’m afraid I’ll be going to work every morning.

Trust me, there is nothing I want more than to be able to stay home with him this summer. I am aware that the older he gets, the less likely it will seem like a fun option to him. But I can’t talk about that because it’s too depressing.

So instead, I tell him if I don’t go to work, we won’t be able to put money in our Disneyworld fund, which has more of an impact on a six year old than “we won’t be able to pay the mortgage,” if you can believe it.

So if any of you were thinking of sending me a lot of money, now would be the time to do it. I just wanted to put that out there.

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He’s All Done

Well, the boy finished kindergarten. Not a lot of tears to be seen by the kids, and the moms I saw were holding it together. The kids are so excited about going to first grade that I don’t think they’re sad that they won’t be going back to kindergarten.

I’m still amazed at how fast the year went by…


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Out With The Old, in With The New

Today I met Junior at the elementry school he’ll be attending next fall. They bussed all the kids over from the kindergarten, but there wasn’t room for parents.

I get so emotional over things since becoming a mom. I mean, it’s a tour of the school, and I could feel the sniffles starting with just some things they were saying about moving from the current school to the new school, and showing where he’ll eat lunch, and where he’ll have gym, and I’m looking at the kids going there thinking “but he’s just a baby!” Except he’s not. He’s 6.5, he can play tee ball, he can read (pretty well, I must say), etc. etc. He is ready for first grade, doesn’t want to have to wait all summer to start. Me, I could wait a few more years.

Tomorrow is his last day of kindergarten. Where the hell did the past year go? Didn’t he just have his first day?

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Nose-y

Every time I blow my nose, my sinus cavity follows up with this weird squeaking noise, which I have determined is the equivalent of pulling the end of a balloon taut so the air squeals on its way out. My nostrils are serving as the end of the balloon. *blow* eeeeEEEEeeeeeee

This is probably more than you wanted to know about my nose.

I’m okay with that.

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