I don't normally buy books at the dollar store but when I saw "So Many Ways to Reproduce" I couldn't leave it behind. After all, there is nothing more fascinating and entertaining than the intimate relations of our animal friends. Just now I read an interesting tidbit about the clown fish. They are hermaphrodites at birth, but here's the weird thing: if the mommy dies, the daddy will turn into a female, and one of the babies will turn into a male to become the new daddy. Seriously. I'm imagining an alternate version of Finding Nemo.
I went to the dollar store because I had to renew the licence sticker on my car so I went to that kiosk in the mall. You can theoretically renew your health card, licence, whatever at this stupid little machine without the ordeal of actually having to talk to another person. Unfortunately it didn't work, as it rarely does. Apparently it didn't have stickers for the date I wanted, which is right now, so I honestly don't get it. I went to the dollar store and to buy a treat for my reasonably-well-behaved three-year old (and also so the trip didn't feel like such a waste). Tomorrow I'll talk to a real person and get a new sticker and renew my daughter's health card (fun). I would have gone today but the office is closed on Thursday. Yes, they are open Monday through Wednesday and Fridays. The universe is clearly against me getting any errands done.
I did manage to get to the vet so they could examine a lump Worf had on his shoulder. Either it's something harmless that dogs get all the time, or its a hideous cancerous growth. I paid $260 to find out which one it is. In the Dominican Republic dogs live in the streets like overgrown rats and here we pay hundreds to investigate their boils. (Stay tuned for more about my recent Punta Cana vacation when I feel like writing about it).
Showing posts with label mall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mall. Show all posts
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Early Father's Day
I've gone to the mall several times with my children over the past two weeks, in preparation for our family trip to California. For those of you who don't have children, let me give you some idea of what this entails. There are two reasons that children misbehave: they are tired, or they are hungry.
Children eat every two hours on a normal day, every fifteen minutes during a growth spurt. Whenever I take my kids out, I pack at least twice as much food as I think I'll need. I'll still run out, inevitably, and mall food is as expensive as it is unhealthy. I like to pack sandwiches if we're going to be encroaching on lunchtime, but Jadzia is not crazy about bread, so I give her an applesauce, which means William must have an applesauce as well.
I try to rush from store to store to minimize actual time in the mall. But neither child wants to ride in the stroller for any length of time, so we're usually going at the pace of an easily distractable 17-and-a-half-month old. And of course, when it's finally time to go home, even though we've spent the entire time looking at men's and women's clothing, William will have a meltdown because he doesn't want to leave.
Crying children tend to attract elderly people who come up and say things like "What's a matter cutie?" which tends to stop the tantrum for a moment (just long enough for a wtf face). Once, a little old man followed us all the way through the mall saying "Don't cry. If you cry you will not go home, you will come home with me!" I'm sure he was trying to be helpful, but it just came off as creepy.
So that's what the mall is like with children. (Without even mentioning the toy section and the kiddie rides).
Anyway, I bought Adam a bathing suit for "Father's Day", and today (which is not really Father's Day, don't get excited), the kids and I got up while he was still sleeping and made him breakfast in bed and a card. Eggs (which would've been sunnyside up, except my son cracked the eggs), bacon, and hashbrowns (or what passes for hashbrowns in the frozen food aisle), and toast with jam. Yummy! (The kids and I had Rice Krispies).
Later we had all you can eat Sushi for lunch and went to Walmart where Adam got to fully appreciate what I have to go through to "pick up a few things" with the children (and I got a new bathing suit).
It occurs to me that I should get something for my Dad, this not after all being "Husband's Day". But it's not Father's Day yet, I can think about it while I'm in California. That's right, I know you're jealous.
Children eat every two hours on a normal day, every fifteen minutes during a growth spurt. Whenever I take my kids out, I pack at least twice as much food as I think I'll need. I'll still run out, inevitably, and mall food is as expensive as it is unhealthy. I like to pack sandwiches if we're going to be encroaching on lunchtime, but Jadzia is not crazy about bread, so I give her an applesauce, which means William must have an applesauce as well.
I try to rush from store to store to minimize actual time in the mall. But neither child wants to ride in the stroller for any length of time, so we're usually going at the pace of an easily distractable 17-and-a-half-month old. And of course, when it's finally time to go home, even though we've spent the entire time looking at men's and women's clothing, William will have a meltdown because he doesn't want to leave.
Crying children tend to attract elderly people who come up and say things like "What's a matter cutie?" which tends to stop the tantrum for a moment (just long enough for a wtf face). Once, a little old man followed us all the way through the mall saying "Don't cry. If you cry you will not go home, you will come home with me!" I'm sure he was trying to be helpful, but it just came off as creepy.
So that's what the mall is like with children. (Without even mentioning the toy section and the kiddie rides).
Anyway, I bought Adam a bathing suit for "Father's Day", and today (which is not really Father's Day, don't get excited), the kids and I got up while he was still sleeping and made him breakfast in bed and a card. Eggs (which would've been sunnyside up, except my son cracked the eggs), bacon, and hashbrowns (or what passes for hashbrowns in the frozen food aisle), and toast with jam. Yummy! (The kids and I had Rice Krispies).
Later we had all you can eat Sushi for lunch and went to Walmart where Adam got to fully appreciate what I have to go through to "pick up a few things" with the children (and I got a new bathing suit).
It occurs to me that I should get something for my Dad, this not after all being "Husband's Day". But it's not Father's Day yet, I can think about it while I'm in California. That's right, I know you're jealous.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
At least the building didn't burn down.
The weather today was cold and rainy and icky, so William and I decided to take our daily walk at the mall. I bought a five dollar top that covers my stretch marks. When we returned to our apartment building we found that the new maintenance crew were turning the fire alarm on and off for no reason.
The loud BRRRRIIINNNNNG that echoed through the halls was enough to shake my brains loose and send souls to Stovocore. Needless to say it woke the baby and he let out one of his drown cat cries. Despite the brrrrinnnging, I wanted to go home, but the guys who were messing with the alarm were also messing with the elevators, and we couldn't go upstairs. One portly gentleman was getting in the maintenance crew's face, yelling "This is ridiculous!" and being louder than the alarm.
Outside, a hundred and three old ladies waited with their terrified froo froo dogs for the brrringgging to end. I took a walk with one of the old ladies and we talked about how my grandmother was doing (she knew everyone in the building), and about William, and about how the new maintenance people didn't know what they were doing, and about how we wished it wasn't so cold and rainy and icky.
The alarm stopped and we (all a hundred and five of us) went inside, but the elevators still weren't working. Some of the old people decided to take the stairs, but I had a stroller and couldn't.
Finally I went back to the mall and nursed William in the comfy chair in the family washroom. Nice, but not as nice as home.
The loud BRRRRIIINNNNNG that echoed through the halls was enough to shake my brains loose and send souls to Stovocore. Needless to say it woke the baby and he let out one of his drown cat cries. Despite the brrrrinnnging, I wanted to go home, but the guys who were messing with the alarm were also messing with the elevators, and we couldn't go upstairs. One portly gentleman was getting in the maintenance crew's face, yelling "This is ridiculous!" and being louder than the alarm.
Outside, a hundred and three old ladies waited with their terrified froo froo dogs for the brrringgging to end. I took a walk with one of the old ladies and we talked about how my grandmother was doing (she knew everyone in the building), and about William, and about how the new maintenance people didn't know what they were doing, and about how we wished it wasn't so cold and rainy and icky.
The alarm stopped and we (all a hundred and five of us) went inside, but the elevators still weren't working. Some of the old people decided to take the stairs, but I had a stroller and couldn't.
Finally I went back to the mall and nursed William in the comfy chair in the family washroom. Nice, but not as nice as home.
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