Tuesday, November 25, 2008

What Happened

So, Saturday night I got home around 6. Made dinner, put the kids to bed, decided I was too exhausted to go to the work-related function I'd planned to attend (Saturday was crazy busy). John and I watched some TV and went to bed.

Sunday, we headed out the door to go to Church, which starts at one, and the car was gone. Trea noticed first - she turned around and asked John where the car was. He thought she was joking. Then we looked up and realized it was not in our parking space. We filed a police report and still made it to part of church. The detective who took the report said all we could was wait; most cars turned up in a few days, sometimes wrecked, sometimes not.

We only carry liability insurance on the car, so there wasn't any help coming from that direction (the car's old and paid for, it would be ridiculous to pay for comprehensive). We never really made an effort to lock it, because the automatic locks are broken, we are lazy, and for real, who steals a 12-year-old car with no stereo?

Sunday morning at 1:15 am, I get a call that they've found the car. Thing is, they want me to go meet the police officers right then. Um, ok, we only have one car, the busses aren't running all that frequently at that hour (if at all? I'm still not sure) and if I don't go get it, the car gets towed and impounded. Which means I'd have to pay a whole lot of money to get it back. Turns out, it's only a little over a mile away, so I walked. I was almost there when a cop pulled up and gave me a ride the rest of the way (which is how I ended up in the backseat of a police car at 1:30 am. It is really, really cramped back there. I feel sorry for tall criminals.) When we got there, there were no less than four cops just sitting around - why one of them couldn't have picked me up, I'll never know.

So, the funny thing is, the car wasn't really abandoned - at least it didn't look like they intentionally abandoned it. A security guard for the apartment complex had noticed it idling (yes, they left it running, and the cops didn't even think to turn it off). He checked with the resident who was assigned that space, who said the car wasn't his, and then he called the cops. It was a good thing too, because I think they were leaving town, and we'd never have gotten it back. There was a Gatorade bottle in the cupholder, a woman's bag in the back seat, and two suitcases in the trunk. The bag and the suitcases were stuffed - there were even prescription bottles. They dusted for prints and took the suitcases and stuff back to the crime lab hoping to get a print. The cops think the people who stole it probably just stopped to get something from an apartment and then were taking off. I haven't heard anything from them yet but I really, really hope they catch someone. I'm not normally a vindictive or revengeful person but this time I would love to see someone pay. They took the kids' carseats - which sucked because they are not cheap to replace - but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the look on Trea's face when I told her the carseat was gone (it came up and I couldn't avoid telling her); I think she just had this moment where she realized Mom and Dad didn't have control over this. Not that I think she's traumatized or anything, but she was genuinely upset and it made me really angry that at 4, she had to experience that.

So, car's back, we have new carseats, and all is well.

Monday, November 24, 2008

I have a very exciting story. . .

and it involves me in the back of a police car at 1:30 am, but right now I'm exhausted so it will have to wait.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

This is my one hundredth post

So I should probably say something profound.

Hmm, I got nothing.

So. Saturday night we splurged and ordered Thai take-out from the place up the street. The guy who owns it is SO nice, very friendly, he's Thai and his wife is Cambodian, and their food is awesome. I was eating Massaman curry when Adia walked over and made her "um, um" sounds, which means "I want a bite." I told her it was hot. She insisted. I gave her a teeny bit of curry with some rice, and waited for her to spit it out.

Nope. She ate it. And asked for more.

Adia loves spice. She won't eat ground beef without some taco seasoning on it. She won't eat bland scrambled eggs. I wonder if the flavor of food a pregnant woman eats affects the amniotic fluid? Hmmm.

Trea, on the other hand, does not even like black pepper. But, aside from an aversion to spicy foods, she's a really good eater. She'll try almost anything, and she eats most of the things I cook on a regular basis.

I'm not sure how I got lucky with good eaters, since I was the world's pickiest child. I outgrew it, though.

We're getting portraits done tomorrow. I need Trea and Adia to cooperate, look at the camera, and smile at the same time. Wish me luck.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Everything but the kitchen sink

I always mean to post, then I get busy, then I try to post in a logical, organized way. . .and it's just too hard. I do NOT have time to live my life and record it in an orderly fashion. So, here's the latest.

The Kids

Adia is just a little over 20 lbs. She talks CONSTANTLY (she knows somewhere around 50 words). She learned to say "trick or treat" REALLY fast. I think she, like Trea last year, thought we had been holding out on her. All you have to do is knock and say "trick or treat" and you get candy??? She is most definitely a toddler - we hear "no" a lot. She's part monkey, and gets in to everything. My house is always a mess and it's mostly her fault. She's also super cute when she is being affectionate, and tonight she said "I love you" to me without any prompting at all. Her favorite song is "I'm Bringing Home My Baby Bumblebee." She tries to sing along.

Trea is cute, and a drama queen. No idea where she got that. She says a lot of very funny things. The other day, we got off the bus, and the bus driver lowered it for us. It makes a hissing sound, and Trea turns to me to announce "Mom, the bus has GAS!" I don't think the bus driver heard her. She also has her very own special version of "Called to Serve." It goes something like this:

Called to serve him, every king of glory
Joseph, Mary, something something name

She loves to sing, even if she has to make up the words. She loves going to the library for storytime, and she loves her once-a-week swim lesson with her cousin.


My forty-something Korean student, John, who is very serious looking, told me the other night that he is "down with that." He's been learning English from his 15-year-old again. It totally cracked me up.

One of my tutors gave me the nicest compliment a week ago. She told me that she thought I was much better than my predecessor. To be fair, the previous specialist was balancing two jobs and single motherhood, but it still made me feel good. I told my tutor that it really meant a lot to me; I have only a bachelor's and the other teacher has a master's, so I was intimidated by taking over for her. And then the tutor said "It's not the degree, it's the commitment." And I almost teared up. I'm just really glad it shows, you know? Because I really put a lot into my lessons, and try new things, and even if they don't always work the way I planned, the effort is there. And I'm glad she can tell. She said it made her feel like trying more, too.

That said, work occasionally drives me a little batty. The problem with volunteers is that you have to be really careful with how you correct them. So when they ignore your carefully planned lesson and do what they THINK you want done, instead of reading the instructions, it can be frustrating. But you can't just rip into them about READING THE FREAKIN' LESSON PLAN. You have to be nice, and tactful. And then come vent on the blog.


John has a new calling - he's assistant ward clerk over finances. It's perfect for him - a few hours a week, no need to organize other people. His work is planning layoffs. Only 2-3%, but still. We're hoping that his lack of seniority will actually help, since it's much cheaper to keep him than some of the other people who have been there a long time. If they go strictly by seniority then we may have to find him a new job. I think we'll be ok with our savings, food storage, my job, and whatever severance or unemployment he's able to get.

So that's it.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

I think the word I am looking for is "memorable"

Happy birthday to Trea! She's four, and so cute and fun (most of the time). We had a pretty normal day but the fun started when Dad got home from work. She decorated her own cake and unwrapped her gifts, and generally had a good time. I'll post pictures tomorrow.

And the election! Wow. Did you see Obama's speech? Did you notice the call-and-response type moments? Interesting. I'm excited that he won - I also have a little bit of an "what have we DONE?" feeling. He's unproven. I hope he can deliver.

Very exciting day.