Archive | April, 2012

Unsolicited

28 Apr

If there’s one thing that can make my heart melt, it’s when I’m doing something, and Clara runs over to me and says, “Wuv you, Mommy” completely unsolicited. Or when she asks for kisses out of nowhere.

Little things like that can make any day better.

And Once Again

20 Apr

Exam season is upon us. And wedding season is upon us. It’s funny, it’s the same every year – I turn the page in my calendar to April/May and I have to catch my breath a little bit. I really am trying to be a bit better about posting here, but the reality of it is, I’ll be lucky to have a moment to sit down in the next 2 months or so. That’s why I’ve been on a tear with my projects around the house, too. I know that if I don’t do it now, it’ll be months before I get back around to it.

Just a little sneak peek into what I’ve been doing:
-tiling the space above our shower built-in, and a little tile border on the rest of the bathroom
– painting our master bedroom
– painting the guest room
– refinishing (STILL working on this) our kitchen table

One quick note though… I hate it when I look at someone else’s blog/facebook/twitter/whatever and think that they’re trying to say that I’m not good enough because I haven’t done all that stuff with my free time. I just want to make it clear that I’m really really not trying to do that.

I had paint chips up on my walls for over a year. I couldn’t even pick a color. I stared at the flaking polyurethane finish on my 30 year old kitchen table for years before I decided to tackle it. I am definitely not the master of productivity. I just forsee my free time getting very very slim coming up, and there’s nothing like a little procrastination to help me do my best work under the pressure of a deadline.

And, lest anyone think I have it all together, let’s just remember that last week I couldn’t remember the last time I had bathed my child. Actually, that might be true again…

Yep.

Mother of the Year, right here.

Date Day or the Case of the Impossible Go Karts

18 Apr

This story starts almost 6 years ago… yes, I know.  That’s crazy.

Joel and I were dating, I don’t think we were engaged yet.  Joel usually planned our dates, and we usually ended up going out to eat and to a movie.  He loves movies, in case you don’t know my husband.  Movies are fun and all, but every now and then, I want to do something different.  So I decided to plan a date.

I had seen this place advertised – Rush Hour Karting.  They were supposed to have fast indoor go carts, and I knew Joel would love that.  So one day, when he had a day off, I picked him up and off we went in search of this place.  These were the days before iPhones, and I didn’t even have a gps in my car.  I know.  Wow.  Well, we drove out to Garner… and drove and drove and drove… we could not find the road this place was supposed to be on.  We stopped and asked at a gas station.  No luck.  I, of course, became an emotional mess because I had tried so hard to plan something fun.  Finally we just gave up.  Since we were over by White Oak shopping center, we decided to stop and get some dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings.  Love that place, but they seem to attract really weird people to be their servers.  On this particular occasion, we asked our *very* southern waitress if she knew where Raynor Road was.  Her response, “I don’t know no Raynor Road.  I know a Rand Road, but I don’t know no Raynor Road.”  And then she proceeded to bring out our food while making airplane noises.  Yes, like the noises you make when you feed your infant with a spoon the first time.  It was all very strange.

So we gave up.  It was just not to be.  Go carting would have to wait for another time.

Fast forward about 6 years (engagement, marriage, law school, baby), and you arrive at last Friday.  I bought Groupons for the very same go carting place for Joel for his birthday in November.  They were about to expire, but we’d been planning this day for a while.  Joel had the day off from school, his sister, Kelli, graciously agreed to watch Clara for us for the day, and so we were all set for our date day.  Our plan: Buffalo Wild Wings for lunch, see The Hunger Games movie, and go carting.  The first two items went off without a hitch.  Lunch was good, I now belong to the club of people who have seen The Hunger Games, and off we went to find the go carting place.  Again.  This time, finding it was not a problem.  Thanks, Apple.

This time, the problem arose when we walked inside.  We waited behind a father and son who were told that the boy could race in 15 minutes.  Then we walked up to the counter, pulled out our Groupons, and were told that it would be 2.5 hours before we could race.  Seriously?  Nevermind asking your customers what they need, just take one look at their Groupon and tell them sorry, too bad.  He didn’t care that we didn’t live close by or had already gotten a babysitter, and he didn’t care that the Groupon itself said “No Reservations” so it wouldn’t have done any good to call ahead.  So, a little angry and a few more tears later, we left and decided we are just not meant to drive go carts at this place.

And I’ll never ever try to go back to Rush Hour Karting, and I’ll never tell anyone else to go there either.  They have officially lost my business due to poor customer service, and I am fighting with Groupon right now to get my money back since we were unable to use the deal. (Update – I got my money back. Thanks, Groupon.)

We thought we might head to the shooting range, but it was packed since people had Good Friday off from work, so we just went back to Kelli’s house to get Clara and headed home.

And so ended another failed go karting date.  Well, the go carting part failed… but it was a pretty great day in general.  Now we just have to make it through exams and 2 years of law school will be behind us!