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same_skyLet's imagine for a moment that your beloved gives you a Valentine's Day gift that includes a small balloon on a plastic stick. You stick it in the cup that holds your pens, next to your monitor. Contrary to your expectation, the balloon does not begin to grow sort of tired and limp after a while, but remains as perky as the day it was given to you. Now, at what point is it okay to, you know. Remove the pristine balloon from your desk and put it in another location? Such as a trash receptacle? It is nearly September over here and I am still loking at decorations from February. Please advise. ;)
(Since Evelyn insisted that it was also for her when he gave it to me, I told her that we'd share it but it'd live on my desk. I contemplated just handing it over to her because there's no limit to what a four-year-old can't destroy, and then I wouldn't feel bad about trashing it. That made me feel sneaky though.)
My family makes fun of my memory, which is quite capable of filling you in on details of great importance, like what I wore on the first day of high school. (Pale blue jeans, pink Guess t-shirt, white socks, which I snagged a hole in during homeroom on the metal rack under my desk.) However, I have a tendency to forget what I want to tell people in the middle of conversations. I am probably really annoying to talk to sometimes. M went to take the trash out and while he was gone, I decided to post something. The first thing I wrote, though, was "Remind me to tell M about UPS delivery.", which I then deleted after he came back. It wasn't much of a story but it was driving me crazy because I kept forgetting to tell him this thing. (Short version: poor internet guy finally had a TouchPad delivered to him, except he was home and it WASN'T delivered. He called UPS and eventually discovered that the UPS guy had thrown the box over an eight-foot privacy fence, onto a concrete walkway.. Cracked screen. This was after six other orders were canceled, and though he'll get his money back, he certainly won't be getting a replacement tablet because there ARE no more replacement tablets. Man, it sure sucks to be that guy, I bet.) I think that mking lists is a wonderful thing to do but I like to think I'm too young to be making lists of conversations that I want to have.
I had a coupon for Mr. Gatti's today where Moms eat free with the purchase of a $3 kids meal, and so we took the little one down for terrible pizza and overpriced games. It was pretty fun. She's still a little young to do those games but of course that doesn't stop her from enjoying them. I have decided that I should be able to have a skee ball machine at my residence someday. M has always wanted a pinball machine. I think it's a fair trade. I inexplicably love skee ball, when I'm at places like that. I suppose that I don't actually think that I need to have one at home but I do think it's a lot of fun. I get this feeling it wouldn't be as much fun if there were no tickets popping out. This Mr. Gatti's is new and all electronic, with cards that you swipe instead of tokens, and they'd raised their prices randomly. It was all $.33 or $.50 or $1 (or more1) to play each game, and that also means, of course, that you get stuck with unusable cash at the end. I think there was six cents left on our card at the end. That sort of thing makes me want to hit someone. We also had a couple moments of near-disaster. M tried one of those claw machines, and of course didn't win anything. She was very disappointed, so we found one with a better claw and smaller toys for grabbing. Those turned out to be play-til-you-win, but we didn't know that at first. Evie grabbed a rubber duck and it came up into the air...and then fell off. She was heartbroken to have come so close! We ended up winning two ducks and a mountain of small, worthless stuffed toys. They made her happy, at least. I will try not to think about how little she needs more plushies.
Ballet lessons start tomorrow. I am kind of nervous about the whole ballet thing. We've decided to take a break from gymnastics for the month so she can focus on ballet. Dosen't that sound nice and navel-gazey? She's just mentioned skipping gymnastics a couple of times, so I thought a break would be good for her, to remind her that she likes it and hates to miss it. It's unfortunately timed, though, because she is actually starting to make some progress lately. She's more focused than she used to be, and she's doing things she couldn't do not long before. The little kids are no longer in her class, and actually, she's had a few classes where she was the only kid there, so two instructors for one child. I will most likely start again in October because I want M's parents to come to class when they come over. The ballet class has a gymnastics portion in it, though, which makes me interested to see how that turns out. Seems like it would really help to have the same skills taught to her in another setting with different methods. Not that I'll know, I guess. Parents are apparently not allowed to watch the ballet lessons. I'm a little unhappy about that. Looking forward to seeing her all dolled up in her ballet clothes and shoes, though. :)
(Since Evelyn insisted that it was also for her when he gave it to me, I told her that we'd share it but it'd live on my desk. I contemplated just handing it over to her because there's no limit to what a four-year-old can't destroy, and then I wouldn't feel bad about trashing it. That made me feel sneaky though.)
My family makes fun of my memory, which is quite capable of filling you in on details of great importance, like what I wore on the first day of high school. (Pale blue jeans, pink Guess t-shirt, white socks, which I snagged a hole in during homeroom on the metal rack under my desk.) However, I have a tendency to forget what I want to tell people in the middle of conversations. I am probably really annoying to talk to sometimes. M went to take the trash out and while he was gone, I decided to post something. The first thing I wrote, though, was "Remind me to tell M about UPS delivery.", which I then deleted after he came back. It wasn't much of a story but it was driving me crazy because I kept forgetting to tell him this thing. (Short version: poor internet guy finally had a TouchPad delivered to him, except he was home and it WASN'T delivered. He called UPS and eventually discovered that the UPS guy had thrown the box over an eight-foot privacy fence, onto a concrete walkway.. Cracked screen. This was after six other orders were canceled, and though he'll get his money back, he certainly won't be getting a replacement tablet because there ARE no more replacement tablets. Man, it sure sucks to be that guy, I bet.) I think that mking lists is a wonderful thing to do but I like to think I'm too young to be making lists of conversations that I want to have.
I had a coupon for Mr. Gatti's today where Moms eat free with the purchase of a $3 kids meal, and so we took the little one down for terrible pizza and overpriced games. It was pretty fun. She's still a little young to do those games but of course that doesn't stop her from enjoying them. I have decided that I should be able to have a skee ball machine at my residence someday. M has always wanted a pinball machine. I think it's a fair trade. I inexplicably love skee ball, when I'm at places like that. I suppose that I don't actually think that I need to have one at home but I do think it's a lot of fun. I get this feeling it wouldn't be as much fun if there were no tickets popping out. This Mr. Gatti's is new and all electronic, with cards that you swipe instead of tokens, and they'd raised their prices randomly. It was all $.33 or $.50 or $1 (or more1) to play each game, and that also means, of course, that you get stuck with unusable cash at the end. I think there was six cents left on our card at the end. That sort of thing makes me want to hit someone. We also had a couple moments of near-disaster. M tried one of those claw machines, and of course didn't win anything. She was very disappointed, so we found one with a better claw and smaller toys for grabbing. Those turned out to be play-til-you-win, but we didn't know that at first. Evie grabbed a rubber duck and it came up into the air...and then fell off. She was heartbroken to have come so close! We ended up winning two ducks and a mountain of small, worthless stuffed toys. They made her happy, at least. I will try not to think about how little she needs more plushies.
Ballet lessons start tomorrow. I am kind of nervous about the whole ballet thing. We've decided to take a break from gymnastics for the month so she can focus on ballet. Dosen't that sound nice and navel-gazey? She's just mentioned skipping gymnastics a couple of times, so I thought a break would be good for her, to remind her that she likes it and hates to miss it. It's unfortunately timed, though, because she is actually starting to make some progress lately. She's more focused than she used to be, and she's doing things she couldn't do not long before. The little kids are no longer in her class, and actually, she's had a few classes where she was the only kid there, so two instructors for one child. I will most likely start again in October because I want M's parents to come to class when they come over. The ballet class has a gymnastics portion in it, though, which makes me interested to see how that turns out. Seems like it would really help to have the same skills taught to her in another setting with different methods. Not that I'll know, I guess. Parents are apparently not allowed to watch the ballet lessons. I'm a little unhappy about that. Looking forward to seeing her all dolled up in her ballet clothes and shoes, though. :)
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Date: 2011-08-30 10:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-30 01:14 pm (UTC)It's cute. I hate to get rid of it but I've been looking at it for so long now that it's beginning to burn itself into my brain.
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Date: 2011-08-30 07:23 pm (UTC)I'm curious about the ballet/gymnastics combo, too. Interesting. Why won't they let parents watch? That's kind of weird. I think it's great that you're encouraging her to be involved in stuff. I didn't really have that and *longed* for it. Bet the tutu will be adorable! :)