It is so fascinating to ponder the Roderick verbiage in day to day life. Not only do we say the most outrageous words, but we say them at the most inappropriate moments.
"Your dog's butt smells" said Hope while riding in the car in Forks, WA. (Why were you smelling her behind?)
"I don't want to wait in this line" said Addison while we were stuck in traffic. (Did we have a choice?)
"Any seniors?" as asked by the ferry guard and directed toward me. (Seriously?)
"I haven't pooped yet" said Shae clear out of right field. (Maybe a little over sharing.)
"Oh, Shae, did you poop" as asked by one of the sisters. (Sisterly concern perhaps?)
"I'll sleep between beds" said Hope because she was tired of fighting for blankets. (Always the youngest.)
Now that I have put these phrases in print, they aren't as funny as they were at the time they occurred. Must be a Roderick thing. Your guess is as good as mine.
Friday, December 11, 2009
CHERYLYNN'S BOOTS
Today was a day like no other. I have lured my good friend Cherylynn to the dark side. We did some real damage shopping for Christmas and for ourselves. You must understand, Mrs. Hurdle is the mother of three strapping young boys. She is not acquainted with the art that is shopping.
Our morning started when we picked up Shae's senior pictures and looked at Nathan's. Cherylynn is still trying to decide what to get in the photo department with NEH. He took a lot of great shots and it's so hard to pick the best. But, alas, no time today. We had to begin the spending frenzy.
We hit South Coast Plaza. Nordstroms was our first hit, where we both purchased boots. I, one pair, Cherylynn, two pairs. We continued down through the mall to VS where I did some shopping for my girls. Cherylynn's eyes glazed over as she perused all the pink and pretty "things". Again, boys.
Off to several other stores, where Cherylynn purchased some much anticipated cheer. We enjoyed lunch at a small bistro and chatted it up some more. Buy, buy, buy. Shop, shop, shop. Spend, spend, spend. Did I mention I love Christmas? We ended up at Barnes & Noble in time to enjoy a nice cup of coffee.
It was a great day . . . started at 9:30am and we got home at about 4:00pm. What made it even better? Scott was dealing with carpet cleaners and Don was dealing with Isaac and school. Welcome to our world fellows.
I love the season and cooperative husbands.
Our morning started when we picked up Shae's senior pictures and looked at Nathan's. Cherylynn is still trying to decide what to get in the photo department with NEH. He took a lot of great shots and it's so hard to pick the best. But, alas, no time today. We had to begin the spending frenzy.
We hit South Coast Plaza. Nordstroms was our first hit, where we both purchased boots. I, one pair, Cherylynn, two pairs. We continued down through the mall to VS where I did some shopping for my girls. Cherylynn's eyes glazed over as she perused all the pink and pretty "things". Again, boys.
Off to several other stores, where Cherylynn purchased some much anticipated cheer. We enjoyed lunch at a small bistro and chatted it up some more. Buy, buy, buy. Shop, shop, shop. Spend, spend, spend. Did I mention I love Christmas? We ended up at Barnes & Noble in time to enjoy a nice cup of coffee.
It was a great day . . . started at 9:30am and we got home at about 4:00pm. What made it even better? Scott was dealing with carpet cleaners and Don was dealing with Isaac and school. Welcome to our world fellows.
I love the season and cooperative husbands.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
DINNER TOGETHER
Scott and I rarely go out to dinner alone. There is always a someone else with us, which is great most of the time. But sometimes I just want to go out with him and no one else. Those times almost always occur at home. Not tonight.
I had scallops thawing on the counter and baked potatoes ready to go in the oven when Scott walked through the front door. Hope and Shae were both going to the Drive-Thru and Addison was baby sitting. Scott said "Put the scallops in the fridge. I'm taking you to dinner." No argument from me and we were out the door.
We went to a little Italian place near our home. Capone's was virtually empty and those who were there seemed a wee bit older that Scott and I. I noticed this fact right away and mentioned it to Scott. We glanced at the clock and it was 5:20pm and we started snickering. Of course, we were eating much earlier than is normal for us so that must explain the more mature crowd. As it got closer to 6:00pm the family type people started arriving and we felt much better. We finished at about 6:30pm, came home, showered and watched a recorded CSI when I glanced at the clock. It was 8:20pm. I hate regular time. It gets dark so early.
Scott said "Cindy, when you eat at 5:00pm, you generally are in bed by this time."
This is what I have to look forward to . . . bring on the early bird special.
I had scallops thawing on the counter and baked potatoes ready to go in the oven when Scott walked through the front door. Hope and Shae were both going to the Drive-Thru and Addison was baby sitting. Scott said "Put the scallops in the fridge. I'm taking you to dinner." No argument from me and we were out the door.
We went to a little Italian place near our home. Capone's was virtually empty and those who were there seemed a wee bit older that Scott and I. I noticed this fact right away and mentioned it to Scott. We glanced at the clock and it was 5:20pm and we started snickering. Of course, we were eating much earlier than is normal for us so that must explain the more mature crowd. As it got closer to 6:00pm the family type people started arriving and we felt much better. We finished at about 6:30pm, came home, showered and watched a recorded CSI when I glanced at the clock. It was 8:20pm. I hate regular time. It gets dark so early.
Scott said "Cindy, when you eat at 5:00pm, you generally are in bed by this time."
This is what I have to look forward to . . . bring on the early bird special.
COFFEE
Today in HB was gorgeous, albeit chilly, but gorgeous. It was also a scheduled walking day. Holly, Kim, Sue and I took off at our designated time and Kim was peeling off her sweat shirt a few steps down the road. She must run hot because when I got out of the car it was 57 degrees and I was freezing. I know that really isn't cold, but for those of us in sunny SoCal it is cool.
I have jacked up my left heel and knee, thus slowing my pace somewhat. I took a pit stop at Starbucks while my girls kept on walking out to the pier.
I love coffee. Not just coffee, Starbucks coffee. Even when Scott makes a pot of espresso at home it must be Starbucks. That's right, I am a coffee snob and proud of that fact. Special stops at Starbucks for coffee is in the family budget right up there with manicures and pedicures.
Scott is our family barista and he makes the best lattes at home and serves them up steaming. Chivalry is not dead in the Roderick domain. We have a Mr. Coffee espresso maker and it is awesome. Great Christmas gift for someone you love. Give a pound of Starbucks coffee as a compliment and you will have friends for life.
You have got to try the caramel brulee latte. You have not lived until that warm, frothy, sweet confection is running down the back of your throat soothingly. It's like a massage in a cup. Aromatherapy should be so good. I told my friends that they have got to try it. Holly got a frappacino and she said it was just as remarkable.
Coffee and friends. Not much in life is better than that.
I have jacked up my left heel and knee, thus slowing my pace somewhat. I took a pit stop at Starbucks while my girls kept on walking out to the pier.
I love coffee. Not just coffee, Starbucks coffee. Even when Scott makes a pot of espresso at home it must be Starbucks. That's right, I am a coffee snob and proud of that fact. Special stops at Starbucks for coffee is in the family budget right up there with manicures and pedicures.
Scott is our family barista and he makes the best lattes at home and serves them up steaming. Chivalry is not dead in the Roderick domain. We have a Mr. Coffee espresso maker and it is awesome. Great Christmas gift for someone you love. Give a pound of Starbucks coffee as a compliment and you will have friends for life.
You have got to try the caramel brulee latte. You have not lived until that warm, frothy, sweet confection is running down the back of your throat soothingly. It's like a massage in a cup. Aromatherapy should be so good. I told my friends that they have got to try it. Holly got a frappacino and she said it was just as remarkable.
Coffee and friends. Not much in life is better than that.
LAUNDRY DOGS
As you can imagine, we have a weekly mountain of laundry at our house. I am responsible for the laundry. It is the bane of my chore list. The girls must bring their laundry down to the garage, where the appliances are located, and I load and empty the washer and dryer. They, in turn, are responsible for sorting, folding and putting away their personal items. This seems to be easily achievable in theory. Reality is a whole other tank of gas.
Things go wrong. Whites turn pink, laundered wool shrinks, rayon wrinkles, socks are never bright white after being run through the wash cycle and sometimes the unexpected occurs. For instance, puppies that everyone had to have two years ago. Don't get me wrong . . . we love our dogs, but they do take some added surveillance.
I do the laundry during the day while everyone is off and running in every direction. I have grown accustomed to having Diesel and Dakota with me. They watch my every move and follow me everywhere without missing a beat, including to the garage to do laundry. They enjoy a romp on the mountain, tunneling under the mountain, pulling treasures out of the mountain. A favorite discovery are panties.
It must be something in the human scent. They are obviously found of the Roderick aroma and have taken that to the next level. I can not tell you how many pairs they have utterly destroyed. Let's just say that VS has sent our little pooches thank you notes on several occasions. This canine activity infuriates the girls because their clothes budget takes a hit when they have to purchase new under garments and since no one sees said garments . . . well, you know.
Perhaps it's time for the girls to do their own laundry.
Things go wrong. Whites turn pink, laundered wool shrinks, rayon wrinkles, socks are never bright white after being run through the wash cycle and sometimes the unexpected occurs. For instance, puppies that everyone had to have two years ago. Don't get me wrong . . . we love our dogs, but they do take some added surveillance.
I do the laundry during the day while everyone is off and running in every direction. I have grown accustomed to having Diesel and Dakota with me. They watch my every move and follow me everywhere without missing a beat, including to the garage to do laundry. They enjoy a romp on the mountain, tunneling under the mountain, pulling treasures out of the mountain. A favorite discovery are panties.
It must be something in the human scent. They are obviously found of the Roderick aroma and have taken that to the next level. I can not tell you how many pairs they have utterly destroyed. Let's just say that VS has sent our little pooches thank you notes on several occasions. This canine activity infuriates the girls because their clothes budget takes a hit when they have to purchase new under garments and since no one sees said garments . . . well, you know.
Perhaps it's time for the girls to do their own laundry.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
RAIN FOREST
We were able to visit the Hoh National Rain Forest while visiting Kelsey in northern Washington. It is the wettest place in the continental United States and it proved to be true as the skies opened up on us. Everything was damp. The tall trees capture all of the sun's rays.
While driving through foilage so dense it was like fog, the girls were trying to get a glimpse of wildlife. We saw remains of definite species. A beaver had started gnawing his way through a tree, expecting to finish the job later. Gamble sought out a new and wonderful scent, elk droppings. Scott, Kelsey and Hope hiked up to a stream and viewed coho salmon on their last journey of life.
We stopped at the ranger station and viewed a telephone booth covered in moss. Shae was intrigued. The sun did peek through and steam rose from the floor. It was ethereal. Chilly, and yet steam.
As we were leaving the forest, we were all in a state of contentment and appreciation for God's creation. The car was quiet. Then, without warning, Addison asks "Are their panthers in tropical rain forests? Do you think we'll see one?"
Hmm. Maybe if we were in a "tropical rain forest." Out of the mouths of Roderick's.
While driving through foilage so dense it was like fog, the girls were trying to get a glimpse of wildlife. We saw remains of definite species. A beaver had started gnawing his way through a tree, expecting to finish the job later. Gamble sought out a new and wonderful scent, elk droppings. Scott, Kelsey and Hope hiked up to a stream and viewed coho salmon on their last journey of life.
We stopped at the ranger station and viewed a telephone booth covered in moss. Shae was intrigued. The sun did peek through and steam rose from the floor. It was ethereal. Chilly, and yet steam.
As we were leaving the forest, we were all in a state of contentment and appreciation for God's creation. The car was quiet. Then, without warning, Addison asks "Are their panthers in tropical rain forests? Do you think we'll see one?"
Hmm. Maybe if we were in a "tropical rain forest." Out of the mouths of Roderick's.
THE CLIMB
I usually miss my walks while on vacation. I just don't have time to do it all. This time, however, I had a great idea.
Seattle offers many items that we can not get here in Huntington Beach. For example, wool yarn, and I have a favorite shop in the Queen Anne district of the city.
The girls were all watching TV, using computers, showering and sleeping. It was our chance to have some alone time so off we went. Our walk began with a destination, my favorite fiber shop. It was about a mile away. The challenge was the "hill". Probably 1/2 mile up and very steep in comparison to HB standards.
I pride myself in being able to do a pretty fast walk, but this hill was kicking my behind. I had to stop and catch my breath every block. No kidding. I was knocked down a couple of pegs in the pride-o-meter.
After the climb everything else was cake including the gorgeous yarn I found. Colors, fibers, new patterns, needles, smiling faces, warm and cozy, bells on the door. It was very Louisa May Alcott, you know, "Little Women". I love that yarn cottage.
The walk back to out hotel was chilly and utterly amazing. Seattle city lights at night are breath taking and there are people out and about taking in the evening spendor.
I have a new appreciation for walking, knitting and holding the hand of the one I love.
Seattle offers many items that we can not get here in Huntington Beach. For example, wool yarn, and I have a favorite shop in the Queen Anne district of the city.
The girls were all watching TV, using computers, showering and sleeping. It was our chance to have some alone time so off we went. Our walk began with a destination, my favorite fiber shop. It was about a mile away. The challenge was the "hill". Probably 1/2 mile up and very steep in comparison to HB standards.
I pride myself in being able to do a pretty fast walk, but this hill was kicking my behind. I had to stop and catch my breath every block. No kidding. I was knocked down a couple of pegs in the pride-o-meter.
After the climb everything else was cake including the gorgeous yarn I found. Colors, fibers, new patterns, needles, smiling faces, warm and cozy, bells on the door. It was very Louisa May Alcott, you know, "Little Women". I love that yarn cottage.
The walk back to out hotel was chilly and utterly amazing. Seattle city lights at night are breath taking and there are people out and about taking in the evening spendor.
I have a new appreciation for walking, knitting and holding the hand of the one I love.
Monday, December 7, 2009
SUBMARINE
We were driving on a two lane highway on the Olympic Peninsula and came to an abrupt halt. The line of traffic had no beginning that we could see and cars were piling up behind us. We sat in the Jeep and chatted. That's the thing about this vacation . . . no schedule, no place to be, no appointments, no stress.
All the cars in our lane were stationery and people actually started getting out of them and carrying on conversations with each other. We were fascinated. That does not happen at home, ever.
What is a Roderick to do? Get out and join in the fun, of course. Scott and the girls jumped out while I knitted in the hole. People were walking by me toward where they thought the event that was holding up traffic was occurring. I was enthralled with the feel of wool running through my fingers as the activity was enfolding around me.
Scott and the girls came back, got in the car and said, "You won't believe why we're stopped. It is a draw bridge and a U.S. submarine just went through. Not nuclear, but still cool. We missed seeing it by a few minutes. Traffic should be up and going shortly."
That's the Roderick's. A day late and a dollar short.
All the cars in our lane were stationery and people actually started getting out of them and carrying on conversations with each other. We were fascinated. That does not happen at home, ever.
What is a Roderick to do? Get out and join in the fun, of course. Scott and the girls jumped out while I knitted in the hole. People were walking by me toward where they thought the event that was holding up traffic was occurring. I was enthralled with the feel of wool running through my fingers as the activity was enfolding around me.
Scott and the girls came back, got in the car and said, "You won't believe why we're stopped. It is a draw bridge and a U.S. submarine just went through. Not nuclear, but still cool. We missed seeing it by a few minutes. Traffic should be up and going shortly."
That's the Roderick's. A day late and a dollar short.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
BAG O' POO
Kelsey's dog, Gamble, joined us on our Thanksgiving trip to Forks, Washington. She is an 8 month old Lab mix and is a complete hand full just as every Roderick aspires to be. Gamble is all legs and weighs the same as Dakota. She jumps, chases, licks, chews, eats, sleeps and generally does everything a puppy is expected to do.
Puppies must potty, so we stopped along the road to give her a walk and some private time. Of course, you must pick up after your dog and we certainly complied. The issue arose as what to do with the poo. No one wanted to transport it in the car, especially Adds, and there was not a trash can in sight. Kelsey solved the problem with her keen, college graduate mind.
We drove into Forks with the bright blue bag of poo clamped on the passenger side window and blowing lazily in breeze.
Ahh, the life of a Roderick pet.
Puppies must potty, so we stopped along the road to give her a walk and some private time. Of course, you must pick up after your dog and we certainly complied. The issue arose as what to do with the poo. No one wanted to transport it in the car, especially Adds, and there was not a trash can in sight. Kelsey solved the problem with her keen, college graduate mind.
We drove into Forks with the bright blue bag of poo clamped on the passenger side window and blowing lazily in breeze.
Ahh, the life of a Roderick pet.
CHRISTMAS SHOPPING 2009
Normally on Sunday afternoon I take a nap. Normally on Sunday afternoon I catch up on some laundry. Normally on Sunday afternoon I watch soccer with Scott. Normally on Sunday afternoon I knit. This was not a normal Sunday afternoon.
Shae and Addison used their silver tongues and hijacked me at one of my weak moments. Off we went to South Coast Plaza. Honestly, the mall was not crowded. We found a parking spot easily and were in Nordstrom's in half a minute. Headed straight for men's. Adds knew one of the sales associates, and he hooked us up with perfect Christmas gifts for Scott. Nice.
Then it was off to Steve Madden for boots for the two I was with, followed by a quick stop at VS. Somewhere along the way we were informed that if you spent a certain amount at the mall today, you could present your receipts and receive a beautiful gift from one of our favorite stores . . . Tiffany's.
We lined up and one of the associates checked our receipts, gave Shae and Adds the once over, and said we should have no problem redeeming our aqua bag. We continued to wait as others were turned away by the said associate. We stood for about 1/2 hour and then we were there. So close we could have grabbed the bag and ran. I presented my receipts with my ID and waited to get my hands on the coveted gift. Then the words every shopper fears "you don't qualify". NOOOOOOOOOO!
How do you not spend enough at the designated stores when shopping at South Coast Plaza?
Ask a Roderick.
Shae and Addison used their silver tongues and hijacked me at one of my weak moments. Off we went to South Coast Plaza. Honestly, the mall was not crowded. We found a parking spot easily and were in Nordstrom's in half a minute. Headed straight for men's. Adds knew one of the sales associates, and he hooked us up with perfect Christmas gifts for Scott. Nice.
Then it was off to Steve Madden for boots for the two I was with, followed by a quick stop at VS. Somewhere along the way we were informed that if you spent a certain amount at the mall today, you could present your receipts and receive a beautiful gift from one of our favorite stores . . . Tiffany's.
We lined up and one of the associates checked our receipts, gave Shae and Adds the once over, and said we should have no problem redeeming our aqua bag. We continued to wait as others were turned away by the said associate. We stood for about 1/2 hour and then we were there. So close we could have grabbed the bag and ran. I presented my receipts with my ID and waited to get my hands on the coveted gift. Then the words every shopper fears "you don't qualify". NOOOOOOOOOO!
How do you not spend enough at the designated stores when shopping at South Coast Plaza?
Ask a Roderick.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
CAR SEAT CHRISTMAS
Several years ago the car seat laws in California were increased to maximize the safety of our children. We, as Rodericks, try to follow the laws that govern us, thus, we purchased a new car seat for Hope. What we did not factor into the equation was that another Roderick daughter was also under the new car seat regulations.
The girls woke early, once again, on Christmas morning. We desire to see our happy children, on that blessed day, dancing down the stairs with twinkling eyes, wide yawns and stringy hair. We must burn the images into our minds as well as on celluloid. They are not permitted to come out of their rooms until we have the living room perfect. Christmas lights on, Mom has her coffee and is positioned on the couch, Dad has camera ready, Christmas music playing softly in the background. The stage is set. Action.
The girls walk down the stairs, youngest to oldest, searching for their pile of loot. Two car seats set under the tree with big, red velvet bows.
Merry Christmas. Hope and Addison were not amused.
The girls woke early, once again, on Christmas morning. We desire to see our happy children, on that blessed day, dancing down the stairs with twinkling eyes, wide yawns and stringy hair. We must burn the images into our minds as well as on celluloid. They are not permitted to come out of their rooms until we have the living room perfect. Christmas lights on, Mom has her coffee and is positioned on the couch, Dad has camera ready, Christmas music playing softly in the background. The stage is set. Action.
The girls walk down the stairs, youngest to oldest, searching for their pile of loot. Two car seats set under the tree with big, red velvet bows.
Merry Christmas. Hope and Addison were not amused.
A CHRISTMAS STORY
The following was shared with us over a lovely dinner at Stone Fire Grill with some very good friends.
We we're going to my husband's mother's house for Christmas dinner. Everyone in the family knows that everything she cooks has no taste. That's not exactly correct, everything she cooks tastes the same. Turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, it's all the same. No variety to awake the palate.
What is a family to do? Well our family makes a quick pit stop in Garden Grove on the way to Grandma's house. Just for a snack. We pulled up to a drive-thru "Taco Bell" to grab a fast bite. The truck in front of us appeared to have ordered and sped around the corner as we pulled up to the speaker box. We waited. "Probably a skeleton crew since it's Christmas, so we'll give them some extra time" said one. We chatted for a bit and then noticed people were intrigued by our behavior. You know, pointing and laughing. Ten minutes had passed before we realized that "Taco Bell" is not open on Christmas Day.
Guess who our very good friends are?
We we're going to my husband's mother's house for Christmas dinner. Everyone in the family knows that everything she cooks has no taste. That's not exactly correct, everything she cooks tastes the same. Turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, it's all the same. No variety to awake the palate.
What is a family to do? Well our family makes a quick pit stop in Garden Grove on the way to Grandma's house. Just for a snack. We pulled up to a drive-thru "Taco Bell" to grab a fast bite. The truck in front of us appeared to have ordered and sped around the corner as we pulled up to the speaker box. We waited. "Probably a skeleton crew since it's Christmas, so we'll give them some extra time" said one. We chatted for a bit and then noticed people were intrigued by our behavior. You know, pointing and laughing. Ten minutes had passed before we realized that "Taco Bell" is not open on Christmas Day.
Guess who our very good friends are?
COMPUTERS & PEE
We get very bored, occasionally, on our long road trips. Everyone begins to get punchy. Some of us begin doing stuff that we normally would never do. Computers run out of battery power. People need to pee. Girls need to unfold and walk. This is the fine line we tread.
In the movie "ELF" Will Farrell makes up this little song for his his biological father. It goes something like "yada, yada, yada, and I found you and I love you, I love you, I love you."
Picture Addison in "The Hole" singing "I am so sad, my computer is bad, batteries not to be had, I don't feel rad, come on Dad, I am so mad". It was something close to that rendition. Now Picture Shae singing in the middle seat "I have to pee, I have to pee, I have to pee, woo is me, I am Shaebee, please stop for pee," etc. etc. etc. Neither of them can carry a tune in a bucket. They take after their father . . . and their mother.
At least, that's how I remember it.
In the movie "ELF" Will Farrell makes up this little song for his his biological father. It goes something like "yada, yada, yada, and I found you and I love you, I love you, I love you."
Picture Addison in "The Hole" singing "I am so sad, my computer is bad, batteries not to be had, I don't feel rad, come on Dad, I am so mad". It was something close to that rendition. Now Picture Shae singing in the middle seat "I have to pee, I have to pee, I have to pee, woo is me, I am Shaebee, please stop for pee," etc. etc. etc. Neither of them can carry a tune in a bucket. They take after their father . . . and their mother.
At least, that's how I remember it.
Friday, December 4, 2009
CORVALLIS
Add another college to Shae's list of choices. She has visited the campuses of University of California, Santa Barbara, Westmont, Oregon State University, University of Oregon, University of Washington and University of California, Long Beach. She has applied to Westmon, Oregon State University, University of Oregon and University of California, Long Beach. She would still like to visit Point Loma University.
As of today, she is leaning towards Oregon State University. They are one of the top ten schools that have a science program in forensics. She would like to major in Chemistry which could lead to a career in a forensic lab. Maybe she had watched to much CSI.
Addison is also looking at University of California, Long Beach. She will be finishing up at Goldenwest College in the fall of 2010. She is still unsure of a major, but she has been thinking about being a walk on in their women's soccer program.
Don't even think about Hope yet. We're going to get her through a couple years of high school before getting on that bus.
One college graduate down, three to go . . . pray for us . . . next it's weddings!
As of today, she is leaning towards Oregon State University. They are one of the top ten schools that have a science program in forensics. She would like to major in Chemistry which could lead to a career in a forensic lab. Maybe she had watched to much CSI.
Addison is also looking at University of California, Long Beach. She will be finishing up at Goldenwest College in the fall of 2010. She is still unsure of a major, but she has been thinking about being a walk on in their women's soccer program.
Don't even think about Hope yet. We're going to get her through a couple years of high school before getting on that bus.
One college graduate down, three to go . . . pray for us . . . next it's weddings!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
JINGLE BELLS
We loved Oregon Christmases. We would go out in the woods, pick out the perfect tree, cut in down, tie it to the top of the car and bring it home for the decorating ritual. Remember the scene in "Christmas Vacation" when the Griswald's find the perfect tree? That was also the Roderick's tree, minus the roots.
Kelsey, Addison and Shae were very excited this year, 1993, because Grammy and Grandad had come to spend the holidays with us. We dressed in our finest and went to our church's Christmas Eve service and followed that event with dinner at home by the fire. The girls were very anxious about Santa Claus, and yes, we still do the man in red, and they were extremely hard to get settled down and into bed.
Finally, Grandad went into their bedroom and had a little talk with them. He told them that if they were very still they might be able to hear Santa and his sleigh as it landed on the neighbor's roof. They already understood that Santa could not come to their house until they were sound asleep. He tip toed out the their room, to add to the drama.
Grandad had rigged up some jingle bells outside the kids room, without their knowledge of course. He very quietly stole out the back door and stood by their window and gently shook the bells randomly, loud enough for the girls to hear. Very quickly he made his way back into the house in time to see the girls come running out of their room convinced Santa was almost here. Grandad hussled them back to bed with another caution to go to sleep and we did not hear a sound from them the rest of the night.
The next morning, after all the excitment, the girls found the jingle bells that Santa had dropped off the roof on Christmas Eve.
Kelsey, Addison and Shae were very excited this year, 1993, because Grammy and Grandad had come to spend the holidays with us. We dressed in our finest and went to our church's Christmas Eve service and followed that event with dinner at home by the fire. The girls were very anxious about Santa Claus, and yes, we still do the man in red, and they were extremely hard to get settled down and into bed.
Finally, Grandad went into their bedroom and had a little talk with them. He told them that if they were very still they might be able to hear Santa and his sleigh as it landed on the neighbor's roof. They already understood that Santa could not come to their house until they were sound asleep. He tip toed out the their room, to add to the drama.
Grandad had rigged up some jingle bells outside the kids room, without their knowledge of course. He very quietly stole out the back door and stood by their window and gently shook the bells randomly, loud enough for the girls to hear. Very quickly he made his way back into the house in time to see the girls come running out of their room convinced Santa was almost here. Grandad hussled them back to bed with another caution to go to sleep and we did not hear a sound from them the rest of the night.
The next morning, after all the excitment, the girls found the jingle bells that Santa had dropped off the roof on Christmas Eve.
THE GREAT ESCAPE
Kelsey was five and Addison was two when we decided to meet friends from Alaska in Eugene, Oregon. They were coming down for a quick vacation and we thought it would be a fun to spend the weekend together. We made our hotel reservations and off we went on yet another Roderick adventure. Dan, Kathy and Andrea met us and we enjoyed a delightful dinner full of good food, lots of laughs and two drowsy little girls.
We said our good nights and looked forward to a good morning with our friends. The rest of the evening was uneventful as we bathed and tucked the girls into a "big girl" bed. They were asleep before our feet hit the floor. We enjoyed some quiet time in front of a TV with a remote. At the time, we were very old school and had not joined the technology of the eighties.
We slept very soundly that night. I awoke to complete quiet in our room. Absolute silence. No little girl noises at all. Through a hazy, dreamy state I was curious as to why that was and then I sat bolt upright in bed. Our girls were not in their bed. I jumped up to find that a trash can had been tipped upside down by the room door and the chain lock was unlatched, the door slightly ajar. How did I not hear this? I screamed at Scott and we both took off down the hall calling for the girls. My biggest fear was the pool. I was out the door in seconds and dashing towards the still water.
Scott was still searching the halls of the hotel as we met back up with no little girls. This all took place in probably about three minutes although it seemed as if time had stopped altogether and I did not know how to turn it back on. We were ready to dial 911 when our friends poked their heads out of their room and asked us if we had lost something very dear to us. Two little blondes were standing behind them. I felt such relief I can not begin to describe the emotion. We thanked Dan and Kathy and gathered up our skilled renegades and took them back to the room.
We sat them both down and explained that they must never leave us without our permission, especially when we were away from home in a strange place. Kelsey looked up at me with those big blue green eyes and said "You were sleeping and we didn't want to wake you up." Addison stood next to her shaking her head up and down in agreement.
Needless to say, to this day we hide the trash cans when we enter a hotel room.
We said our good nights and looked forward to a good morning with our friends. The rest of the evening was uneventful as we bathed and tucked the girls into a "big girl" bed. They were asleep before our feet hit the floor. We enjoyed some quiet time in front of a TV with a remote. At the time, we were very old school and had not joined the technology of the eighties.
We slept very soundly that night. I awoke to complete quiet in our room. Absolute silence. No little girl noises at all. Through a hazy, dreamy state I was curious as to why that was and then I sat bolt upright in bed. Our girls were not in their bed. I jumped up to find that a trash can had been tipped upside down by the room door and the chain lock was unlatched, the door slightly ajar. How did I not hear this? I screamed at Scott and we both took off down the hall calling for the girls. My biggest fear was the pool. I was out the door in seconds and dashing towards the still water.
Scott was still searching the halls of the hotel as we met back up with no little girls. This all took place in probably about three minutes although it seemed as if time had stopped altogether and I did not know how to turn it back on. We were ready to dial 911 when our friends poked their heads out of their room and asked us if we had lost something very dear to us. Two little blondes were standing behind them. I felt such relief I can not begin to describe the emotion. We thanked Dan and Kathy and gathered up our skilled renegades and took them back to the room.
We sat them both down and explained that they must never leave us without our permission, especially when we were away from home in a strange place. Kelsey looked up at me with those big blue green eyes and said "You were sleeping and we didn't want to wake you up." Addison stood next to her shaking her head up and down in agreement.
Needless to say, to this day we hide the trash cans when we enter a hotel room.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
THE HOLE
Teddy, Addi's Jeep Commander, was oiled, gassed up, tire pressure checked and good to go . . . we packed him up and headed north. There was room for one person in the back seat, three in the middle seat and two in the front. We called the one seat in the back "the hole" because luggage engulfed the person riding there. I have to admit it was a coveted spot, even roomy.
We had just made one of our many fueling stops and I volunteered to sit in "the hole". I climbed in and got cozy. The girls are always the last ones to get back in and buckle up, so I had time to formulate my plan. I was not surprised when Ads came over to sit in front of me. She grabbed the lever on her seat and pushed it back. I yelped in sordid pain, as if she had pinned my toes under the seat. All three girls jumped into action trying to get the seat off of me. Of course, I was faking it, and I started laughing at them. They were not amused. "Mom, I thought you were really hurt" said Ads as she started laughing with me.
No wonder our girls have trust issues. But we do laugh a lot . . . a whole lot.
We had just made one of our many fueling stops and I volunteered to sit in "the hole". I climbed in and got cozy. The girls are always the last ones to get back in and buckle up, so I had time to formulate my plan. I was not surprised when Ads came over to sit in front of me. She grabbed the lever on her seat and pushed it back. I yelped in sordid pain, as if she had pinned my toes under the seat. All three girls jumped into action trying to get the seat off of me. Of course, I was faking it, and I started laughing at them. They were not amused. "Mom, I thought you were really hurt" said Ads as she started laughing with me.
No wonder our girls have trust issues. But we do laugh a lot . . . a whole lot.
AQUA BAGS
I made a huge error in judgement last Christmas. The gift was a good idea. It was the marketing that was the mistake.
It all started in September when I began shopping for charm bracelets for each of the girls. I wanted to get the charms for different events in their lives and I wanted to include the grand parents in on the giving. In my mind it played out perfectly and the girls were going to love it. After all, it states in the book "The 100" by Nina Garcia, that every stylish girl must have at least one charm bracelet. I had purchased a copy of that book for each of them the year before.
I was so excited on Christmas morning to see the girls faces when they opened their bracelets. I had saved a couple of gift bags from Tiffany's and I strategically placed each bracelet in a bag and carefully laid it under the sparkling Christmas tree. This was going to be great.
There was a grave tactical error in my plan. The girls assumed when they saw the "aqua bag" that I had spent oodles of money at Tiffany's for each of them. When they opened the pretty package, they were hugely disappointed and unhappy with me the rest of the day. "Mom, that was a cruel trick" and "Mom, how could you do that to us" and "Mom, don't ever try to be clever again" were some of the quotes that I suffered through on that day.
This year I am going to be smarter with my wrapping abilities. I am using only ribbon.
It all started in September when I began shopping for charm bracelets for each of the girls. I wanted to get the charms for different events in their lives and I wanted to include the grand parents in on the giving. In my mind it played out perfectly and the girls were going to love it. After all, it states in the book "The 100" by Nina Garcia, that every stylish girl must have at least one charm bracelet. I had purchased a copy of that book for each of them the year before.
I was so excited on Christmas morning to see the girls faces when they opened their bracelets. I had saved a couple of gift bags from Tiffany's and I strategically placed each bracelet in a bag and carefully laid it under the sparkling Christmas tree. This was going to be great.
There was a grave tactical error in my plan. The girls assumed when they saw the "aqua bag" that I had spent oodles of money at Tiffany's for each of them. When they opened the pretty package, they were hugely disappointed and unhappy with me the rest of the day. "Mom, that was a cruel trick" and "Mom, how could you do that to us" and "Mom, don't ever try to be clever again" were some of the quotes that I suffered through on that day.
This year I am going to be smarter with my wrapping abilities. I am using only ribbon.
ROSA PARKS
We were in Portland, Oregon on our continuing trek north to Seattle. There, before us, was an exit for Rosa Parks Blvd. That triggered a fond memory.
We were watching the news and Rosa Parks, the lady who would not give up her seat on the bus, was being discussed. Addison walked in during the segment and she said "Wait, I know her . . . what happened . . . who is she?" She was sure Rosa was one of her many friends, she just couldn't nail it down. Finally, Addison realized, she did know her . . . from a history class.
Addison Roderick . . . gotta love her!
We were watching the news and Rosa Parks, the lady who would not give up her seat on the bus, was being discussed. Addison walked in during the segment and she said "Wait, I know her . . . what happened . . . who is she?" She was sure Rosa was one of her many friends, she just couldn't nail it down. Finally, Addison realized, she did know her . . . from a history class.
Addison Roderick . . . gotta love her!
LOCKED OUT
We made our first stop after leaving Kelsey and Seattle behind under a thick cloud cover. I always have a sad heart when I have to leave one of my babies. It never gets easier.
Starbucks, once again, was calling me and we have them all scoped out up and down the 5 freeway. This one was right by a gas station. Scott dropped the girls and I off for our craved coffee and he went on to fuel up the Jeep.
It was a busy morning at this normally slow Starbucks, so I got in line and waited for about 10 minutes until our coffees came up. The girls were sitting at a table and chatting as I walked over to serve them their toasty drinks. I only do this coffee delivery thing when we go out of town. Most of the time the kids are on their own and must grab their own beverages. I joined them as we waited for Scott, and waited, and waited, for almost 45 minutes. What could he be doing? The girls saw him at the station . . . what was taking so long?
Yes, he'd done it again. He had locked the keys in the car with his phone and his wallet. The station attendant told him to call the local fire department. He explained that this sort of thing happened all the time and the firefighters in the area didn't have anything else to do so they like to come out and lend a hand when needed. Another lock guy was in the station and he gave the firefighters a tutorial on a new tool that would help with locked car doors. Everyone was happy that Scott had made a mistake because the community could now benefit from the new found knowledge the firefighters had gained.
Scott got a cool coffee and we laughed all the way down the road.
What can I say . . . we're Roderick's . . . it's what we do.
Starbucks, once again, was calling me and we have them all scoped out up and down the 5 freeway. This one was right by a gas station. Scott dropped the girls and I off for our craved coffee and he went on to fuel up the Jeep.
It was a busy morning at this normally slow Starbucks, so I got in line and waited for about 10 minutes until our coffees came up. The girls were sitting at a table and chatting as I walked over to serve them their toasty drinks. I only do this coffee delivery thing when we go out of town. Most of the time the kids are on their own and must grab their own beverages. I joined them as we waited for Scott, and waited, and waited, for almost 45 minutes. What could he be doing? The girls saw him at the station . . . what was taking so long?
Yes, he'd done it again. He had locked the keys in the car with his phone and his wallet. The station attendant told him to call the local fire department. He explained that this sort of thing happened all the time and the firefighters in the area didn't have anything else to do so they like to come out and lend a hand when needed. Another lock guy was in the station and he gave the firefighters a tutorial on a new tool that would help with locked car doors. Everyone was happy that Scott had made a mistake because the community could now benefit from the new found knowledge the firefighters had gained.
Scott got a cool coffee and we laughed all the way down the road.
What can I say . . . we're Roderick's . . . it's what we do.
BETHLEHEM
We were coming back down from Seattle and were searching a hotel room. We had stopped and looked at several and we just weren't finding what we wanted. As we were leaving one of the hotels Shae said "I feel just like Mary and Joseph while they were seeking a room in Bethlehem."
The car became still as we all thought about that night so long ago. We sighed and continued our search in the cold, damp Oregon mountains.
Shae has a gift for putting our spiritual minds in perspective.
The car became still as we all thought about that night so long ago. We sighed and continued our search in the cold, damp Oregon mountains.
Shae has a gift for putting our spiritual minds in perspective.
RODERICK GIRLS WISH LIST FOR CHRISTMAS
We thought it would be interesting to let you enter the domain of the Roderick girls twisted Christmas wish list. Our concern is that you will feel sympathy for the parents of this family of unrealistic children. We do not want your sympathy, however, we would covet your prayers. The list is a compilation of all their requests in lieu of singling them out.
Tiffany's jewelry
Any kind of boots
Airline ticket vouchers
Clothes
Gift Cards
Perfumes
Designer jeans, actually designer anything
Anything organic
Anything that gives back to the community
Shopping with unlimited use of parents credit card
Season tickets to Galaxy games
iPod anything
iMac notebook
Camera
Flip video camera
Wet suit
Surfboard
Gas card
Wheels and tires
This doesn't begin to cover the requests that have been tossed around the house in passing. Only at the Roderick's.
Tiffany's jewelry
Any kind of boots
Airline ticket vouchers
Clothes
Gift Cards
Perfumes
Designer jeans, actually designer anything
Anything organic
Anything that gives back to the community
Shopping with unlimited use of parents credit card
Season tickets to Galaxy games
iPod anything
iMac notebook
Camera
Flip video camera
Wet suit
Surfboard
Gas card
Wheels and tires
This doesn't begin to cover the requests that have been tossed around the house in passing. Only at the Roderick's.
FORKS HIGH SCHOOL
We went to Forks, Washington while on our Thanksgiving holiday. It was interesting, to say the least. We had to see all the "Twilight" stuff in that small town and it didn't take us long, I assure you.
We happened upon Forks High School on Thanksgiving morning and all was quiet on the small street where it was located. The girls jumped out of the car and started setting up photo opportunities. There was a large sign indicating where they were and we had to plan our pictures perfectly for the Roderick ladies. Jumping, smiling, pouting, etc. was all included in their "Twilight" menagerie.
They were posing and I saw an older Ford explorer coming down the road towards us at a leisurely pace and thought nothing of it until I heard the girls scream and Addison yelling "You live in Forks." Scott was shaking his head and laughing. Hope had covered her face, Shae was gaping and smiling. Addison ran out in the street to get a better look. Kelsey and I stared at each other with blank expressions.
That's right. The Roderick girls were "new" mooned in Forks.
We happened upon Forks High School on Thanksgiving morning and all was quiet on the small street where it was located. The girls jumped out of the car and started setting up photo opportunities. There was a large sign indicating where they were and we had to plan our pictures perfectly for the Roderick ladies. Jumping, smiling, pouting, etc. was all included in their "Twilight" menagerie.
They were posing and I saw an older Ford explorer coming down the road towards us at a leisurely pace and thought nothing of it until I heard the girls scream and Addison yelling "You live in Forks." Scott was shaking his head and laughing. Hope had covered her face, Shae was gaping and smiling. Addison ran out in the street to get a better look. Kelsey and I stared at each other with blank expressions.
That's right. The Roderick girls were "new" mooned in Forks.
SHEEP FARM
As many of you know I am an avid knitter, especially so during the chilly winter months. It gets down in the 60's here in SoCal and I am all about the cozy knitting in front of the TV or fire. I love quick, small projects that include beanies, socks, scarves, hair bands, flowers and I also enjoy the occasional sweater. Natural fibers are my favorite.
We were driving up the 5 on our way to Seattle for Thanksgiving. Just outside of Eugene, Oregon there are the most gorgeous sheep farms I have ever seen. My idea of retiring some day may include living on a small piece of land similar to those observed along that stretch of freeway. So green you got lost in the color with sheep so wooly you could feel their warmth.
Once we got to Seattle, I was able to share my observations with Kelsey and she was all over the idea. She said "Mom, I could buy a farm and raise the sheep for you. I could have dogs and chickens, too. I could write and take care of the whole venture. You could come up and stay during the sheering and lambing months and we could spin the wool and knit up garments and market them. We could do a start to finish business and it could totally be organic. That would be so cool, huh? I am going to research it and I will let you know how hard it would be, but I think it would be a piece of cake if we can find the right fit, a perfect farm for us, right?"
Yes, Kels, it would be cool, but I get tired just thinking about it. Perhaps we can revisit this idea once your sisters are out and on their own like you. For now, my feet are firmly planted in California. And there would be the matter of convincing your father of moving to a colder climate. He loves the tropical heat.
Keep the dream alive, Kelsey, just keep it alive.
We were driving up the 5 on our way to Seattle for Thanksgiving. Just outside of Eugene, Oregon there are the most gorgeous sheep farms I have ever seen. My idea of retiring some day may include living on a small piece of land similar to those observed along that stretch of freeway. So green you got lost in the color with sheep so wooly you could feel their warmth.
Once we got to Seattle, I was able to share my observations with Kelsey and she was all over the idea. She said "Mom, I could buy a farm and raise the sheep for you. I could have dogs and chickens, too. I could write and take care of the whole venture. You could come up and stay during the sheering and lambing months and we could spin the wool and knit up garments and market them. We could do a start to finish business and it could totally be organic. That would be so cool, huh? I am going to research it and I will let you know how hard it would be, but I think it would be a piece of cake if we can find the right fit, a perfect farm for us, right?"
Yes, Kels, it would be cool, but I get tired just thinking about it. Perhaps we can revisit this idea once your sisters are out and on their own like you. For now, my feet are firmly planted in California. And there would be the matter of convincing your father of moving to a colder climate. He loves the tropical heat.
Keep the dream alive, Kelsey, just keep it alive.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
GERSEY
I never thought I would meet another dog like our own pampered pooches. We did, and her name is Gersey. The cutest little beagle you will ever encounter and she lives on about 75 acres in Medford, Oregon. She belongs to the Pearson family and she is like no other canine you will ever have the pleasure to make company with and enjoy.
Gersey loves to beg at the dinner table, chew up shoes, run over, under and around the furniture, jump up on visitors and into their cars. She is generally a happy young lady. Not so when other creatures invade her perceived space.
You can hear Gersey baying from everywhere on the property. The Pearson's have a trail cam (a camera placed on the trail to catch glimpses of wildlife) and Gersey is the star. She has treed bears, raccoons and any number of roaming creatures. She is, after all a hunting dog, barely a year old and has learned her job well.
In all the years we have known the Pearson's, they have always had some sort of domesticated pet. Forgive me, if I've forgotten any. Their was Aspen, Bailey, Checkers(cat), Derby, Eddie(cat), Fresca and now, Gersey.
Last Tuesday morning, November 24th, Hope came drowsily down the stairs, at the Peason homestead, and neglected to take care of her slippers. Gersey got a tight hold and took off like a shot out of a .38. Hope chased her around the house until Marybeth explained she would never catch Gersey by mowing her down. Hope had to come up with better tactical moves. So she just stopped. Gersey dropped the slipper and all was right with the universe once again.
Love and best wishes to Gersey and her family for keeping up with the Roderick's and their crazy road trip.
Gersey loves to beg at the dinner table, chew up shoes, run over, under and around the furniture, jump up on visitors and into their cars. She is generally a happy young lady. Not so when other creatures invade her perceived space.
You can hear Gersey baying from everywhere on the property. The Pearson's have a trail cam (a camera placed on the trail to catch glimpses of wildlife) and Gersey is the star. She has treed bears, raccoons and any number of roaming creatures. She is, after all a hunting dog, barely a year old and has learned her job well.
In all the years we have known the Pearson's, they have always had some sort of domesticated pet. Forgive me, if I've forgotten any. Their was Aspen, Bailey, Checkers(cat), Derby, Eddie(cat), Fresca and now, Gersey.
Last Tuesday morning, November 24th, Hope came drowsily down the stairs, at the Peason homestead, and neglected to take care of her slippers. Gersey got a tight hold and took off like a shot out of a .38. Hope chased her around the house until Marybeth explained she would never catch Gersey by mowing her down. Hope had to come up with better tactical moves. So she just stopped. Gersey dropped the slipper and all was right with the universe once again.
Love and best wishes to Gersey and her family for keeping up with the Roderick's and their crazy road trip.
SOME OF MY FAVORITE THINGS
While lying wide awake after a long day, I just wanted to write down several thoughts to put everything into perspective.
Late at night or early in the morning . . . quiet time.
Stepping into any Starbucks and breathing deeply.
Visiting Ebay and finding the elusive Starbucks gift card.
Laughter and giggles from our fabulous blond beauties.
Natural fibers knitted up into wearable treasures.
Rain all night long joined with the sound of gentle thrumming on the roof.
Warm, tight hugs from my guy.
Revisiting friends after a long separation and feeling like you never missed a beat.
The Books of the New Testament as recited by K-2nd graders.
Frequent walking days with truly cherished friends.
Shopping and spending with my four favorite daughters.
Nights alone with Scott in a hotel room.
Eating off the table with no tableware.
Watching TV with Diesel and Dakota snoring next to me.
Waking up to a sparkling, clean sink.
Catching totally up on the laundry.
Jane Austin movies while eating a bowl of black walnut ice cream.
Long road trips with the family.
A book that I can't seem to put down.
Many more . . . they will have to wait for another blog.
Late at night or early in the morning . . . quiet time.
Stepping into any Starbucks and breathing deeply.
Visiting Ebay and finding the elusive Starbucks gift card.
Laughter and giggles from our fabulous blond beauties.
Natural fibers knitted up into wearable treasures.
Rain all night long joined with the sound of gentle thrumming on the roof.
Warm, tight hugs from my guy.
Revisiting friends after a long separation and feeling like you never missed a beat.
The Books of the New Testament as recited by K-2nd graders.
Frequent walking days with truly cherished friends.
Shopping and spending with my four favorite daughters.
Nights alone with Scott in a hotel room.
Eating off the table with no tableware.
Watching TV with Diesel and Dakota snoring next to me.
Waking up to a sparkling, clean sink.
Catching totally up on the laundry.
Jane Austin movies while eating a bowl of black walnut ice cream.
Long road trips with the family.
A book that I can't seem to put down.
Many more . . . they will have to wait for another blog.
DINNER IN FORKS
We arrived in Forks, WA at about 7:00pm and the sky had sprung a leak and it was pouring. We did a couple of rounds in a couple of "Twilight" stores and then ducked into a little diner called "The Forks Coffee Cafe." It was just what you would expect in the town of Forks.
I ran to use the bathroom and while I was gone, my loving family threw me under a huge bus. They told the server that I was the reason we were visiting the small town and I guess he found that quite amusing. When I returned to the table he boldly said "You girls didn't tell me your mom looked like Bella." Yea, right.
We had a great meal and the best coconut cream pie anywhere. Scott paid the bill and herded the girls out the front door. I found our server, smiled and asked "Could I buy a dozen forks from you?" He looked at me, grinned and said "That is the first time anyone has asked me that. Sure. How about $5.00 for the dozen?" I immediately accepted and walked out with my treasure.
Our girls crawled into the car in disbelief.
Hey, you only live once and I may never get back to Forks, WA.
I ran to use the bathroom and while I was gone, my loving family threw me under a huge bus. They told the server that I was the reason we were visiting the small town and I guess he found that quite amusing. When I returned to the table he boldly said "You girls didn't tell me your mom looked like Bella." Yea, right.
We had a great meal and the best coconut cream pie anywhere. Scott paid the bill and herded the girls out the front door. I found our server, smiled and asked "Could I buy a dozen forks from you?" He looked at me, grinned and said "That is the first time anyone has asked me that. Sure. How about $5.00 for the dozen?" I immediately accepted and walked out with my treasure.
Our girls crawled into the car in disbelief.
Hey, you only live once and I may never get back to Forks, WA.
BATTERY
Last night, Shae went out to her car, only to find that it would not turn over. She was a little angry, but we calmed her down and called AAA. They came over within 30 minutes and the crisis was averted. Shae went on to complete her evening plans without a hitch.
Today was a late start day, so the girls sauntered out the door at about 8:00am only to come back in with smoke emitting from their ears. The car would not start. Scott was immediately contacted and raced home to chauffeur our two chickadees to school.
The family was home for lunch and a new strategy was compiled. I would call AAA again to get yet another jump. I would then proceed to take Shae's car directly to the dealership for a new battery. Shae would use the Highlander to do drop offs and pick ups of Hope and Scott. Averted crisis, part deux.
I arrived at the dealership without interruption and left the car running with the door open, avoiding another dead battery incident. Mike, my assigned service guy, said that was great and I could wait in the hospitality room. While waiting, I gave Scott a quick call to say everything was good. I also asked if I should have them look at the quirky little thing Shae's car does. It locks it's own car doors and turns on it's hazard lights randomly, with no provocation. He gave me a very stern negatory and we left it at that.
I was knitting when Mike came to chat with me. He said "The guys shut the car door. Do you have an extra key with you?" I did not. The extra key was at home. "No problem," he said, " they'll make another." I would only be able to use that key in the door, not the ignition. That would set off a different bunch of grief.
About an hour later, out came Mike. He asked "Does your car just automatically lock the car doors?" I replied "Frequently. It has been dubbed Megatron." He rolled his eyes and said "We had to make another key. You now have two extra keys that will only work on the car doors." I felt like the woman who knows nothing about cars and was treated as such. I was fuming. I had asked Scott about that and now I was the dumb blonde with brown hair.
Sometimes I just want to . . . well, you know.
Today was a late start day, so the girls sauntered out the door at about 8:00am only to come back in with smoke emitting from their ears. The car would not start. Scott was immediately contacted and raced home to chauffeur our two chickadees to school.
The family was home for lunch and a new strategy was compiled. I would call AAA again to get yet another jump. I would then proceed to take Shae's car directly to the dealership for a new battery. Shae would use the Highlander to do drop offs and pick ups of Hope and Scott. Averted crisis, part deux.
I arrived at the dealership without interruption and left the car running with the door open, avoiding another dead battery incident. Mike, my assigned service guy, said that was great and I could wait in the hospitality room. While waiting, I gave Scott a quick call to say everything was good. I also asked if I should have them look at the quirky little thing Shae's car does. It locks it's own car doors and turns on it's hazard lights randomly, with no provocation. He gave me a very stern negatory and we left it at that.
I was knitting when Mike came to chat with me. He said "The guys shut the car door. Do you have an extra key with you?" I did not. The extra key was at home. "No problem," he said, " they'll make another." I would only be able to use that key in the door, not the ignition. That would set off a different bunch of grief.
About an hour later, out came Mike. He asked "Does your car just automatically lock the car doors?" I replied "Frequently. It has been dubbed Megatron." He rolled his eyes and said "We had to make another key. You now have two extra keys that will only work on the car doors." I felt like the woman who knows nothing about cars and was treated as such. I was fuming. I had asked Scott about that and now I was the dumb blonde with brown hair.
Sometimes I just want to . . . well, you know.
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