Only The Lazy Resort To Blogging In Bullet Points
I just got back from taking The Girl for a check-up at the pediatrician. I hadn’t taken her for a routine physical in ages and, with her starting Middle School later this summer (I just threw up in my mouth a little); I figured it was time.
Apparently, it was more like past time since she, as it turns out; she needed five shots. Yes, five; three basic inoculations (think Hepatitis A, etc.) plus a booster for the Chicken Pox vaccine and, just for the heck of it; the first in a series of three shots of Gardisil to prevent HPV. So, that was fun.
Of course, The Girl was brave as usual, and is very happy to report that she is officially vaccinated against Middle School Cooties. Oh! And she is in the 25th percentile for weight and in the 55th percentile for height; I'm thinking of changing her name to String Bean.
In other news, our weekend was crazy-busy. I wish I had time to elaborate on it in its entirety but, I have a week’s worth of work to do today because I will be attending a class for the next three days and won’t have time to work at my usual (and glacial) pace and still get everything finished. So, I’m not lazy, I’m efficient. Thus: My Weekend In Bullet-Form.
*The Man-Cub’s team won their game Friday night 17-1.
*I ate my weight in Cheese-Its crackers and peanut butter M&Ms. PMS, anyone?
*Got a haircut and covered the grey for what I swear is the last time. Last time, damnit!
*Took the Man-Cub to the Farmer’s Market, the library, a parade and a Mexican Fiesta, where The Girl was helping a friend from school sell snow-cones to a million sweaty children. It. Was. Hot.
*Bought and planted five tomato, two basil and two cilantro plants.
*Shook my fist at the heavens and cursed sunstroke.
*Drank my weight in iced tea while rocking on the front porch as the Man-Cub played in the sprinklers with the neighborhood kids.
*Kissed Hugh good-bye as he and his bowling team left for Reno. Eyed the golf clubs that he casually tossed into the back of his buddy’s van suspiciously.
*Fell asleep on the couch while watching The Illusionist.
*Wondered when Netflix declares a movie officially Missing and charges your credit card for its full value.
*Weeded the front flower beds.
*Did enough laundry to clothe a small nation.
*Drove the children to the neighboring city to buy new shorts and capris for The Girl (because she reached the 55th percentile for height, like overnight).
*Called Hugh on his cell phone and interrupted him mid-putt on a golf course in Eli, Nevada. Well, excuuuuse me.
*Bought a pair of knee-length shorts because The Girl swore that they are all the rage and that they look good on everyone.
*Refrained from killing The Girl on the spot when she burst into laughter upon seeing me in my new knee-length shorts later that day.
*Inhaled a Starbucks venti orange frappuccino. Declared it my new favorite drink. Was seized by massive Brain Freeze and spent the rest of the day recovering from the resulting ice-cream headache.
*Watched the series finale of The Sopranos. What. The. Fuck? David Chase and HBO got some ‘splaining to do.
Which brings us to today and, as I told you, I am crazy busy. So, I should get to work. Or, to Starbucks for a venti orange frappuccino. Of course, this time I will drink it, slowly.