Saga of the Watch

by Marilyn on February 27, 2008

I’m one of those people who HAS to have a watch.  At ALL times.  If I ever am to (*shudder*) LEAVE the house without wearing my watch, it throws off the whole rest of the day.  My life, believe it or not, is thusly ruined.  Luckily, I’m not terribly picky and don’t have to have super fancy watches all the time.  Shoot, anything that can halfway reliably tell time is good enough for me.  I do have a fondness for Fossil watches, but am also practical.  Sometimes I just need something that tells me if it’s 2:00pm or 2:15pm (and yes, it matters) and any old drugstore watch can tell me that.  As long as it looks halfway decent and doesn’t turn my wrist green, I’m good to go.

I got my most recent watch at Walmart last year, shortly after Christmas.  My previous watch (which happened to be a Fossil) kicked the bucket shortly before and we just didn’t have the money in the budget for a new Fossil.  And time was of the essence (har), and I had to have a watch, like yesterday.  I wasn’t feeling particularly picky.  The watch did the job well enough too.  It was a metal band with a pink face.  The band was a little loose on me and the clasp had an annoying habit of coming open at inopportune moments.  Luckily, I was always able to catch that the watch was loose(r) and/or had fallen off.  That is, until today.  After MOPS and a nice lunch at Applebee’s, we stopped by Babies R Us to do some scouting out for more baby stuff.  On the way into the store, I thought I heard a clinking noise, but I knew there wasn’t anything in my purse that would make that noise so I dismissed it.  We browsed at cute clothes, checked out Boppy covers (NEED ONE, omg, you have no idea), saw they now have our double stroller in stock, checked out wooden letters to spell out her name with and made sure they had our baby book in stock (they do).  We were in there for about 30-40 minutes.  On the way back out to the car (hands empty, of course), Kile saw something on the ground of the parking lot.  It was… my watch.

Busted watch

GAH!!!  The face was all smashed, all the glass gone with just some jagged bits around the edges.  The band was bent on the one side.  Plainly put?  This watch was screwed.  It had met it’s destiny with the tire of someone’s car and that’s all there was to that.  And I could even see what time it had been run over too.  Despite not noticing that my wrist had been awfully naked for the last half hour, I now felt a desperation creep up.  I had to have a watch.

Luckily, my husband knows I’m a neurotic mess when it comes to my watches so we stopped at Walmart on the way home.  I ran in real quick and picked out a new watch.

New and Improved watch

What can I say? I’m not one for variety.  But give me some credit here.  I saw my exact same watch in Walmart but resisted getting it in favor of getting something (slightly) different.  And the important thing?  I have a watch again.  WHEW.  That was a close one.

Liam couldn’t handle the excitement, however, and crapped out on the way home.

Battery ran out

Someday, someday, he’ll understand just how important it was to hunt down a new watch for his mother.  In the meantime, he better watch out.  Cuz if he keeps looking this cute, he’s just going to get up getting eaten.

Dozing Angel
OMG, the cheeks, ya’ll.

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Wednesday Whimsy

by Marilyn on February 27, 2008

Yeah, it’s one of THOSE Wednesdays.  Not a bad thing, but when it comes to having a lot of time to do the things I love (sit in my chair, read blogs, post here, etc), I’m a little shot on time.  We have MOPS this morning (in, oh, about an hour) and Kile has the day off and we’ll be doing lunch and running a few errands after that so it’ll probably be this afternoon before I even get home.  And then, you know me, I’ll probably want a nap.  So if there’s going to be a post this morning, I better get to it while the getting is good (resist the emails!).

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I have some sort of bug bite on my knee.  I’m pretty sure it’s just a mosquito bite as it started out small and rather innocuous looking.  And then, of course, I scratched it.  Because I’m 8.  And now it’s not a smal, innocuous looking thing, but a much larger and angry looking thing.

My son, who is not 8 and is perhaps really 32, admonished me against scratching it.

“I learned in kindergarten that you have to scratch around it, not on it.”

“But it itches!” I whined.

“But if you scratch here,” he indicated a spot to the left of the bite, “It’ll still feel good to scratch it, but you won’t scratch the bite.”

While I marveled at my son’s compassionate and helpful nature, my husband peered at the bite and said nonchalantly, “Looks like a spider bite to me.”

GAH.  Don’t TELL me that!

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We made the Pioneer Woman’s Chicken Spaghetti Casserole last night.   It was the first recipe of hers that we’ve tried so far and OH. MY. GOD.  I think I’ve died and gone to chicken spaghetti heaven.  If you haven’t tried on of her recipes, then you are totally missing out.  And if you need somewhere to start, TRY THE CHICKEN SPAGHETTI.  Seriously.

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This will mean NOTHING to those of you who aren’t gamers, but the other night Kile and I both finished Halo 3 campaign on LEGENDARY.  I cannot tell you how good that felt to have that accomplishment under our belts.  We had to eek it out, one level at a time, here and there while the kids were asleep at night.  But we made it.  That gave us like 425 gamerpoints each, all at once.  Awesome.  The last level wasn’t even as hard as I thought it would be.  We had a heck of a time with that level on Heroic so I was expecting a fight.  Turns out, we only had to adjust our strategy some and it was no problem.  If I had to pick a “hardest level”, I’d probably say “The Ark” because it was so long and never ever seemed to end.  That was a long night.

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In Wii news: I officially suck at pretty much everything on that game.  I am marginally decent at bowling.  But tennis?  GAH.  I think I need some good practice time but I never seem to have a chance to do it.  Meanwhile, my boys both cream at regular intervals.

My suck, let me show it to you.

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Liam is still not moved into Harry’s room.  God help me.

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Have a great Wednesday, ya’ll.  I’ll try to post again later this afternoon when the hubub dies down.  In the meantime, keep your noses clean.

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