2008-05-21

Today though, not really many moments like that.
The man is gone, he's in San Francisco doing his 'thing' which is basically going from library to library researching things, and then some morning--Saturday maybe, he gives a paper at a conference. So of course this is the week that we have so much going on that it is ridiculous. And of course it is the week that I pile more stuff on, because I'm not busy enough. so today, it was not enough to have hair appointments and sign up for "safety town"--oh no, I had to throw in pick up consignment check, go to the bike store, run to the bank and buy some jeans at Salvation army in there too.

The consignment check is annoying because they are supposed to mail it to me, but they never have (but ha! I gave all the rest of the basement crap to goodwill!), the bike store is frustrating because I wanted a basket--functional, but kept getting drawn to cute (bought practical). But I always feel like a moron when they ask--oh how old is your bike--I have no idea I bought it in 1993, and it was old then. So I have no idea if it has a rear mounting bracket. The bank lady didn't ask first before handing out the suckers (but that was ok--I told them they could have one). so we get to Salvation Army (I always buy from salvation army, but give to goodwill--oh ok I buy at goodwill too--but salvation army has better selection) and I start the shuffle through all the jeans looking for my size. I find 5 pairs, we head for the fitting rooms. I spy shorts, manage to see 3 pairs in my size but we can't find the rooms. We ask. Well, they have no fitting rooms. I thought--AHA someone has been having sex in there (and given that the "rooms" were basically screens it seems well... likely). I did ask why--and the poor woman who it turns out has to answer this question from lots less nice people than me--although I was pretty frazzled at that point--explains that "corporate" made them remove them on Monday. She says--you can always return what doesn't fit. Ok--but the policy on returns is: you must have your receipt (check), must be within 3 days (well we could on the way home from hair), and you'll only get store credit. Big eyeroll here. I decided that this policy meant I should only buy the 2 best pairs of pants and the two best shorts--well I bought three pants but you get the picture. Everything fit though. Fit wonderfully. but you know--had the other pants fit--I probably would have bought another pair--certainly if the other shorts had fit. I filled out a comment card--signed my name too--the store people said that was the only way it might change.
With all that nonsense, we ended up having only 15 minutes for lunch--which is ok if you are 39, but impossible when you are 5.

the haircut went fine--I love my stylist--and she does the girls' hair too--and they love her. She curled their hair which Emily sad was a "permanent." they look great!
Then we came home and ate our real lunch (not the green beans and crackers I gave them at 1pm) and messed around until it was time to go sign up for safety town.

You don't need to know anything but this about safety town: the red cross runs it, it is for those entering kindergarten, and people in my town are crazy.
ok, well you also should know that Amy doesn't want to go because they are talking about things she doesn't like to talk about; fire safety and stranger danger. It also costs $30 per kid, and I called two weeks ago and was told they'd take a debit card or a credit card. (of course by the same people who neglected to on at least 2 different handouts, mention the fee). So yep, cash/ checks only. Fortunately, I still had the checkbook from the bank run--I NEVER carry the checkbook.
I couldn't decide what was more aggravating--being one of the 5% of people who read the signs or listening to the dumb people around me while in line. I mean one woman was sitting, filling out the form next to a PHONE BOOK saying: I don't know my peds phone number?! How should I know that off the top of my head? But anyway, I told the coordinator how disappointed I was that they were giving out such conflicting info. I'm sure the other woman marked Amy and Emily's name with a special mark that means--the mom is a bitch watch out!
But by 4:30 I out yuppied everyone and had my kids in our first choice of date/time (registration opened at 4).
Plus I know the doctor's phone number. Also I know how to use the phone book.

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