The man who didn't like me...

My computer needs help--an assistant. It does a few things very well, but it does not have enough RAM to make it able to do everything that I would like it to do. It takes it about 10 minutes to boot up in the morning and I have to reboot at least once during the day. So my wonderful dear husband got me a new one to assist my current computer. Actually this one will probably be demoted and become an assistant for my new one since my new one will have 2GB of RAM! This one will only be used for internet and be useful for the kids to learn on. Anyway, we ordered it the end of last week. So I immediately started to track the order of my computer. It shipped on Monday, I think. However, it didn't give me a shipping company or a tracking number. Hmmm, I thought. The estimated delivery date was yesterday--the 6th. Around 11am yesterday I saw a DHL truck touring our street. I was so pumped--this all makes sense now. I'm not sure you can track shipments with DHL. Sadly it turned into the drive across the street. I saw our neighbor Sid talk at length with the driver and then deny the package. I anxiously waited for him to point across the street to our house, but he didn't and the van drove away. I was very sad and still not convinced that that man didn't have my computer. So this morning around 7:30 my phone rings and it was the DHL guy. He asked me where I lived and said that he couldn't find my house. I told him I was right across the street from where he was yesterday. He said, very skeptically, "Well, if that is your neighbor, he didn't recognize the name on the box." "Oh", I replied, "We are newer to the area so it makes sense that he might not recognize it." "Ooookaaaay" was his response still not convinced.

When I left to take my girls to school, Sid came running out to van. I got out and he profusely apologized saying that the man had stopped by and he couldn't remember our last name. The guy was so embarrassed. I assured him it wasn't a big deal and that they were going to deliver it this morning.

Around 10:30 the DHL van appears again--this time in my driveway. So I answered the door and the guy just stared at me. The first think he said "Your neighbor didn't know your name." I once again proceeded to explain that we are new. He glanced across the street and very reluctantly handed over the package. I smiled as I signed my name and he glared at me and left. I still don't think he believed me. Maybe I should have Sid write the man a letter.

In any case, hopefully, my next post will be from my speedy fast computer!

The trip to the hair stylist

What a difference a year makes. That was the last time I posted about one of the girls' haircuts. Ashley announced afterschool on Wednesday that she wanted her hair cut very short and Sara informed me--again--that she didn't want any length taken off of hers. And both made it very clear that they want their bangs to grow out. So here are the results:

Confused!

So it has been typical spring here--50 degrees one day and then snow the next. Actually I think it has been extreme spring. It has been more like 60 degrees one day and then single digits the next (it suppose to be 8 degrees Saturday morning). Anyway, because of all this I think my Christmas cactus is confused. Check out all its blooms--more than it had at Christmas. Weren't they only suppose to bloom at Christmas....

My new health kick...

I'm not exactly a health nut. I try to watch what I eat--not too much ice cream, a meat and veggie for dinner, we watch our carb intake, I have oatmeal or Special K for breakfast and I don't drink pop. But when it comes to fruits and veggies, I must admit that I figure why eat them when you can take a vitamin. I recognize my faulty logic in this, but it still can't help but cross my mine occasionally. Its not that I don't like them, I just don't love them very much. I also am very ignorant about herbs, organic food and the like. However, as I have been aging (I have another birthday in May and I will no longer be considered "early 30s") I've thought that maybe I should pay more attention to such things. And recently a friend of my told me I needed to drink green tea for the antioxidants. Okay, in all fairness she didn't tell me that I needed to, she used her gentle spirit and strong suggestions powers as well as a cup of hot green tea to show me what I was missing out on. My initial response was "So do antioxidants help you to breathe better?" Obviously, I guess, the answer is no. I think they help fight cancer and maybe some other stuff--still not really sure but I guess it's suppose to be good for you. So I also was not real fond of it. It just tasted like slightly flavored hot water (no offense, dear friend, if you are reading). I'm a coffee girl at heart and so on my way home I pondered if perhaps they could put green tea in coffee--then maybe I could drink it. Well, a few days later I was at the grocery store and passed by the teas. I thought to myself--we'll maybe I should pay attention to this antioxidant thing so I grabbed a box of Lipton green tea--it was the variety pack--and I have to admit that when I make it very strong I actually will drink the raspberry flavor now--and (I am so proud of this) I don't even add sugar!!! So my cancer fighting cells now have help from raspberry green tea. Maybe I'll have an apple for lunch...

Oh the trauma...

Sara lost another tooth. This is number 5 for her so I don't have a picture. Actually she is about to lose another one so I'll take a picture then. (okay, so maybe I am a little lazy...). She was convinced that it wasn't ready to come out. Daddy was convinced otherwise. I didn't actually feel the tooth so I can't really give an opinion. What I do know is that it came out within 10 seconds of Joe pulling it. However, the screaming that ensued before and after the tooth was removed was much longer. It was very traumatic for all involved and all observers. The following day John asked me if his teeth were going to start coming out when he turned 5. I said "probably". He then informed me that he didn't want his teeth to come out when he was 5. I asked him at what age he wanted his teeth to come out. After a few moments of thought, he said "I think when I'm 1,000". Maybe we will usher him out of the room the next time a tooth comes out...