Had a wonderful and full (our stomachs too) day. Started out early with my friend visiting from New York. Too bad we didn't take any pictures. But we had german pancakes together and was so happy to see her and her family today. Then we went to Julie's house for dinner, where the typical Thanksgiving activities ensued. Eating, what else?
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
So I decided to try again with my couch. And I can't believe it, but I actually got most of it out.
My biggest success came from the "goof off." I sprayed it and really let it soak in. Then I scrubbed with a magic eraser. I repeated the process I trillion times.
And to get the blue tint stain out I found that mixing the "goof off" with baking soda and then scrubbing with a toothbrush, really helped.
So basically I did everything to it that every leather cleaning website said not to do.
So I probably ruined the leather.
Oh well! at least I got it off!
It's not like I could have made it any worse, right?
Friday, November 15, 2013
Don asked me in the morning if I would like to have a burial ceremony for the ottoman, if that would help me heal.
Don doesn't think it is quite the tragedy that I do.
But if you know me very well, you will know that my white leather couch is almost as important to me as my children.
But. I really, really, really love my white leather couch.
And with that, I will no longer speak of this. (Unless you ask me, and then I will likely speak of it for the next uninterrupted 15 minutes.)
So I was so upset about...well you know...that I just skipped over "The Lion King."
Which is a funny and very typical family story.
A week prior, my brother told me my Dad had bought us tickets to see the Broadway show,"The Lion King." And by "us" I mean Chloe, and either my sister Liz OR me. I didn't bother to write it on my calendar because:
1. How could I forget? It's not like we go to Broadway shows every day.
2. I figured there would be some sort of communication prior to the event.
And I was wrong on both accounts.
So my Dad shows up at my house on Wednesday night, 7:00 P.M.
And I think he has just come over to say hello, which he frequently does.
And then in dawns on both of us that I had no idea the show was happening tonight, as in 30 minutes.
So I said, just a minute! I'll get Chloe changed!
And he says, "Well aren't you coming?"
To which I replied, "Uh....I thought Liz was going."
I figured since I had neither been reminded nor told I got the ticket, that Liz was going. (*I take full responsibility for the fact that I forget and that I am an idiot. However, a phone call an hour before, might have been helpful.)
So...I frantically showered and put on real human clothes (because I had not bothered to do either on Wednesday). And I called Don to say he was needed at home pronto!
And the miracle of it all is we actually made it to the show before it started.
And I was even wearing makeup.
And loafers and white socks.
So we were all looking pretty classy.
The show was great. The costumes were amazing. I loved sitting next to Chloe to witness her reactions, she was captivated the whole time. It is amazing to me how much she is growing up and how I can take her to a show now and she will actually sit there and be involved.
It was such a lovely evening.
And then we arrived home to the incident that I promised I would not talk about anymore.
It's funny how life has a way of evening things out, doesn't it?
Wow, we made the show on time! Wow. my leather ottoman is ruined.
(Sorry, I talked about it.)
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
This time something is ruined. And I feel so ill about it I want to hurl.
This afternoon Macie took a pen and scribbled a circle on my ottoman. I freaked out about it and spent 3 hours trying to get it out. After 3 hours it was still there, but much less noticeable.
That seems petty compared to what I came home to tonight. She had scribbled over pretty much half of the ottoman. And it is ruined. There is no salvaging it. Any cleaning attempts have just made it worse.
I know it is just a stupid couch. And we are all still alive so I should just count my blessings, but I feel livid.
This all happened while Chloe, me, my Dad and Chelsey went to "The lion King." It was a good show and we had fun. But I think I would rather have my couch.
Monday, November 11, 2013
So a few months ago I saw that there was a new place opening up called "Butterfly Wonderland." I was pretty excited because Chloe loves butterflies. Almost as much as unicorns. Well I thought today would be an opportune time to go, being that she had no school due to Veterans Day. I knew the price was not cheap, so I expected something akin to a miniature Disneyland. I had very high expectations. I was a little worried that we would not have enough time to take in all the attractions since we got there at 3 PM and it closed at 5 PM.
Let me tell you about Butterfly "Wonderland."
First you arrive at the ticket center, and fork out your weekly grocery budget for tickets.
$20 for adults. $10 for children 3-11
Then they make you watch a 15 minute 3-D movie about butterflies.
And I was feeling pretty excited, like the movie was preparing us for something truly awe inspiring.
(Macie kept trying to touch the 3D butterflies and saying she wanted to touch "real" butterflies.)
I kept telling her with anticipation, "just wait!! We are almost ready to seem them!"
Again, I am not sure what I was expecting.
Maybe a choreographed butterfly routine to Chopin?
Afterall, it was $20.
After the movie we are led into another room where we got to see some paltry display of some cocoons and what not.
Then we were led to a special holding room where we were instructed how to treat the butterflies and their environment and finally the doors swung open and butterfly paradise awaited us!
We walked in to some measly sized atrium that instantly made me want to tear off all my clothes.
No, not because I had a sudden urge to become a flower child, and prance around naked with the butterflies.
It was because it was 90 degrees and 90% humidity in that room.
And I was wearing a sweater.
In the movie, part of the migration was the butterflies ending up on a mountain in Canada.
I wanted to visit that habitat.
Not a sweltering rain forest.
I can't even imagine how they could get anyone in there in July!
I kept asking myself, is this all there is to see?
Alas, it was.(Unless you count the small room of Petco Fish and the plastic box with a tarantula and a scorpion.)
And Chloe screamed in horror if a butterfly even got close to her. So much for enjoying the feeling of soft butterfly tickles on her shoulder.
The only way I could get her to stay in the room was to tell her if she twitched incessantly, the butterflies would not land on her.
And so she did just that.