2002-10-27 - 2:09 p.m.
My daughter smells like baked beans. Why? She gets a bath, a book and a warm bottle before she goes to sleep every night. Then, when I sneak in there to check on her before I go to sleep, the whole room smells like sweet baked beans. Strange. She used to smell more like freshly baked bread. My child smells like baked stuff.
I have to say, I'm a bit giddy right now. I've got the whole house to myself. Sonny and Lou went to visit grandparents for the day. I believe this is only the second time in the last year that I've had the whole house to myself for any real length of time. After I finish my coffee and read the Sunday paper, I'm going to do some serious Projects. First, I'm going to kick some kitchen butt and then it's smackdown-time on the hall closet. Or....I could go to a movie. Hmm. I've been wanting to see several. I'm excited about Punch Drunk Love and Bowling for Columbine. Ah...decisions.
Yesterday, I went and checked out the community center that is up the street from us. There is a drop-in toddler time where they bring out mats and toys and big wheels and stuff and let the kids loose. The charge is $1.25. How cool is that. The only trouble is it's from 9:45-11:45 in the morning which is exactly when Baby Lou takes her morning naps. Oh well, it's something to keep in mind for the future as her napping time changes. The center seems to be focused on seniors. There's a little Senior Cafe that serves lunch every day and all sorts of activities....drop-in cribbage, drop-in bridge, belly dancing (would I lie about that), senior aerobics, some group called the "hanky pankys" (aw yeah, I'm thinking they're either swingers or handkerchief embroiderers). I'm telling you, it almost made me want to be a senior citizen. I'm going to be all over that stuff when I hit 60. If my sister-in-law were here she could find her old person there. (She's been wanting to "adopt-a-grandma." I think she just wants the inside scoop on purling.) Anyway, it seemed like a great setup and I'm hoping to hang there with Lou soon.
Survivor....what can I say? Go back to Tempe, Jackhole. They can edit the footage all they want to make Robb appear to be less offensive, but his inner creepiness still shines through. I'll give him one thing...he did have nice tattoos. That's all I'll give him.
Alrighty, I've wasted enough of my precious project time.
I almost forgot to mention that my buddy, Andy, has started his own web log. It's very entertaining and has great links. Check it out. I'm hoping he and D. end up on Vashon with lots of animals that Lou and I can go visit and ride. Right now, they only have dogs and chickens, and none of them are rideable.
Hope your day is filled with completed projects and happy, old people.
