embracing the inevitable can still

embracing the inevitable

can still be edgy
a hip, cool super mama
and drive a Volvo

This weekend we bought a car. It’s a used Volvo station wagon – only a few years old – and very peppy if I do say so myself. Of course, it’s not as peppy as the convertible I had right out of college. But it’s a helluva a lot more peppy than some dratted minivan we could have gotten.

So we own a Volvo now. It’s nice. And very safe. And it has a sunroof.

I feel a little like I’m giving in to the suburban demons, but not really. If I listen to Powerman 5000 in my Volvo everything will be right with the world.

I heart Jamie Oliver why

I heart Jamie Oliver

Jamie

why do I love him?
not just because he says "mate"
or cause he’s chubby

The real reason why I love Jamie Oliver is because when he covers a chicken with aluminum foil he pronounces it "ah-loo-min-ee-um" with the emphasis on the "min" part.

"Ah-loo-MIN-ee-um"

"Ah-loo-MIN-ee-um"

love. it.

Holy crap whole new universe

Holy crap

whole new universe
began in my house last night
that’s how big bang was

So at 3:30 AM this morning everyone was asleep. Even the wee one was asleep – in his own bed! All of a sudden there’s a flash and a wall-shaking

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Though, it was really more of a crashing, clashing, ear-splitting sound.

The power goes out. Off goes the fan, off goes the clock, the computer back-up system starts to beep. Then it was totally silent and scary.

I startle awake and literally clamor onto my husband, clawing at him to protect me from whatever it was that was surely about to kill us all. He politely reminds me that we have a son who is probably more frightened than me, so I leap out of bed and run down the hall to the wee one’s room.

When I get there it’s pitch black. His night light is out, his fan is off, and I hear a whimper come from his bed. I can’t see anything, but I distinctly hear a whimper. Then I hear the really scary thing. Somehow, the electrical surge from the lightning activated one of the wee one’s battery-operated toys – his Baby Tad alphabet stuffed animal creature. So, across the room, on the bookshelf, in the pitch black, Baby Tad is singing, "And here’s a song to sing to you…"

IT WAS FRIGGIN CREEPY.

I grab the wee one out of his bed, practically throw him over my shoulder and we book it out of his room helter skelter. I plop him into my bed, next to my hubby and I climb in, and all the while Baby Tad is serenading us from down the hall.

UBER-CREEPY.

Then Baby Tad finally shuts up and the entire house is silent except for the beeping of the computer back-up, a few small thunderings, and the wee one saying over and over, "That was a loud bang. That was a loud bang. That was a loud bang."

Eventually I realized that the power wasn’t out, the lightning had tripped the circuit breaker. So my poor hubby had to shlep outside in the evil night and flip all the little switches. But it worked, power was restored, and we eventually all went back to sleep. I don’t know what to do about that Baby Tad, though. That shit is scary.