In case any of you were wondering, yes, there are still sexist jerks around in 2010.
Okay, so for those of you who don't know me, here's a quick description. I'm about 5 feet, 6 inches tall, about 125 pounds, with reddish-brownish hair and lots of freckles. When I'm not wearing make-up (particularly mascara), I look like I don't have any eyelashes.
So today, I wasn't wearing make-up when the solar panel engineer guy came to our house to take measurements.
Here's how it went down:
The guy was supposed to be here at 2 p.m., by which time I'd planned to have the chicken (touted as delicious whole slow cooker chicken) in the Crock Pot. He showed up at 1:40, when I was in the middle of cutting the skin off the chicken. So I went outside and brought the dogs in, as the solar guy was still sitting in his truck.
A few minutes later, I heard him shouting, "Hello? Hello?"
Yes, he was standing outside the gate, shouting, "Hello?"
So I went outside and he asked if this was the Dartt residence, to which I replied, yes, it is.
So then he says, "Is it your dad?"
I say: "My dad what?"
He flips through his papers and says, "Um .... MrDartt."
"Nope, that's my husband," I answer.
"Is he home?"
"No."
"Okay, so should I just talk to him by phone then?"
"About what?"
"I just want to go over a few things about what will happen next."
"You can talk to me about that."
"Okay. I'll just take some measurements and come back inside."
So he starts heading around the house, and comes back within about 20 minutes, by which time I still haven't gotten the delicious whole slow cooker chicken into the Crock Pot.
"All right," he says, "I'm all done."
"Okay, do you want to come in?" I ask, quite pleasantly.
"Oh, no, I'm pretty much done."
"Didn't you say you had some things to discuss?"
"Oh, well, I answered all my own questions."
Seriously?
I'll bet you five bucks he's on the phone with my husband right now.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Training Wheels
Well, we're getting to the point where Big Boy may officially be big.
He is ready to take the training wheels off his bike.
Last year at this time, we were potty training, so this must be his annual Big Thing.
I remember when he first got this bike, for his second birthday. We helped him ride it around and around and around and around and around our house (there's a kind of "track" in the house, which goes from the front door, through the dining room and kitchen, through the living room, and then back to the front door).
It took him a long time to learn how to pedal on his own, with us helping him, saying, "push," over and over!
So needless to say, now that we're taking off the training wheels, my back is killing me. The first day, MrDartt and I took turns helping Big Boy ride in circles on the driveway (he has much too much speed now to ride inside).
Yesterday was Day Two with no training wheels, and I was on my own. Big Boy kept listing to the right. I kept saying, "you're leaning this way." I made him practice -- I held him up, but leaned him to the right, and coached him to straighten the bike up again.
But again, he was listing to the right.
Finally, after about eight thousand laps of the driveway, I said, "Why do you think you keep leaning this way?"
He said, "Probably because we took my training wheels off."
Right.
He is ready to take the training wheels off his bike.
Last year at this time, we were potty training, so this must be his annual Big Thing.
I remember when he first got this bike, for his second birthday. We helped him ride it around and around and around and around and around our house (there's a kind of "track" in the house, which goes from the front door, through the dining room and kitchen, through the living room, and then back to the front door).
It took him a long time to learn how to pedal on his own, with us helping him, saying, "push," over and over!
So needless to say, now that we're taking off the training wheels, my back is killing me. The first day, MrDartt and I took turns helping Big Boy ride in circles on the driveway (he has much too much speed now to ride inside).
Yesterday was Day Two with no training wheels, and I was on my own. Big Boy kept listing to the right. I kept saying, "you're leaning this way." I made him practice -- I held him up, but leaned him to the right, and coached him to straighten the bike up again.
But again, he was listing to the right.
Finally, after about eight thousand laps of the driveway, I said, "Why do you think you keep leaning this way?"
He said, "Probably because we took my training wheels off."
Right.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Funny Stuff
Well, it has been a loooong time since I posted.
A lot of funny stuff has transpired during the past few weeks and I thought I should share it.
Plus, I had a friend over today who I haven't seen in a loooong time, and she said she started a blog. So I got on here to check out her blog and was inspired to blog, too.
So without further ado:
A couple of days ago, I asked Big Boy to vacuum up some cereal he spilled after I told him he could not have any cereal for a snack. He'd taken the box down from the pantry and taken the bag out and spilled cereal all over the pantry floor.
So I set up the vacuum and said, here you go.
He said: "No way! I'm not vacuuming. That will make me a boring man!"
Last night, at dinner, we used a strange cheese on our pasta. Admittedly, it was kind of yucky.
Big Boy said: "This dinner is yucky. I'm marching off."
And he marched off.
A couple of weeks ago, Little Boy got into the protein powder and spilled it all over the kitchen floor. At first, he got the broom and started sweeping it up. When he discovered how fun that wasn't, though, he and Big Boy got on the floor on their stomachs and licked up the protein powder.
The other morning at breakfast, Big Boy announced he wanted a March birthday (his is in October -- those winter months are cold!). I said he couldn't have a March birthday because he was born in October. You know what happened next. He asked why. I told him it's because he came out of my tummy in October.
He said: "So you have to come out of your mommy's tummy in March if you want a March birthday?"
I said: "Yes."
He said: "That's the rule?"
Okay, and finally, here's a direct quote from Big Boy: "Give me back my gloss!"
Yes, gloss. As in lip.
A lot of funny stuff has transpired during the past few weeks and I thought I should share it.
Plus, I had a friend over today who I haven't seen in a loooong time, and she said she started a blog. So I got on here to check out her blog and was inspired to blog, too.
So without further ado:
A couple of days ago, I asked Big Boy to vacuum up some cereal he spilled after I told him he could not have any cereal for a snack. He'd taken the box down from the pantry and taken the bag out and spilled cereal all over the pantry floor.
So I set up the vacuum and said, here you go.
He said: "No way! I'm not vacuuming. That will make me a boring man!"
Last night, at dinner, we used a strange cheese on our pasta. Admittedly, it was kind of yucky.
Big Boy said: "This dinner is yucky. I'm marching off."
And he marched off.
A couple of weeks ago, Little Boy got into the protein powder and spilled it all over the kitchen floor. At first, he got the broom and started sweeping it up. When he discovered how fun that wasn't, though, he and Big Boy got on the floor on their stomachs and licked up the protein powder.
The other morning at breakfast, Big Boy announced he wanted a March birthday (his is in October -- those winter months are cold!). I said he couldn't have a March birthday because he was born in October. You know what happened next. He asked why. I told him it's because he came out of my tummy in October.
He said: "So you have to come out of your mommy's tummy in March if you want a March birthday?"
I said: "Yes."
He said: "That's the rule?"
Okay, and finally, here's a direct quote from Big Boy: "Give me back my gloss!"
Yes, gloss. As in lip.
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