Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Lovin' Every Minute of It

Here are some trays of corn.

My day was so much different than I thought it would be. Since I'm not a structure person, it didn't stress me out. I kind of like going for a ride and seeing where it takes me.

My friend e-mailed me early in the day to tell me that happy hour would have to be postponed on account of her allergies acting up. I've had many friends with that very same affliction, and they have all assured me that this time of year can really fuck a person up bad. We've rescheduled, and hopefully, the elements will behave a little better next week.

Just a little before two, I got a call from the school nurse at Stinky's junior high to tell me to pick up a certain teenage girl who had a temperature close to 102. So, I got out of work 2 1/2 hours early, walked home, got my car and drove up to see Stinky lying on the bench outside the school. Poor baby. She had the chills and she was all different kinds of dizzy. We made a quick stop at the store to buy chicken noodle soup and rent .99 videos.

If you're into stats, I was just given the gift of about four extra hours today. How sweet is that? I got some business stuff taken care of before 5, I cleaned, I sat with Stinky and watched a movie and I extended my run to seven miles. Now, all I have to do is get through tomorrow and I'm off on Friday. Yea me!

It seems I hardly ever talk about Coadster on here, and that's because I rarely see her anymore. Lately, I've been walking past her room, and noticing her TV sitting on its perch all lonely and abandoned, and I started coveting it. I know that technically, it's my television so I'm actually coveting my own possession, but you know what I mean. I've been thinking how nice it would be to have it in my room where I could love it and give it my full attention.

I know I've detailed all the difficult things about having teenage daughters on here, but I don't talk about the bonuses - of which I can only think of two right off the top of my head. Number one is that they're so easy to embarrass. Apparently, all you have to do is drive past them when they are running down the street with a gaggle of other girls during cross country practice and honk and yell woooo-hooooo! out your car window very, very loudly. I've never seen anyone run and roll their eyes that hard at the same time before. (I'm sure that bit works better if you're wearing your robe and have curlers in your hair, but I haven't had that pleasure yet)

Number two, is that by the time you've raised them to that point, you learn exactly how to work them. So, say you want to move the television set from their room, into yours, you just have to figure out how to set it up to your advantage.

Me: Coadster, I'm going to propose something, and you're probably not going to like it. Are you ready? (If you prepare them for something really horrible, they'll be almost relieved when you tell them the tiny, little thing you want)

Coadster: What is it?

Me: You know how you're almost never home, and I'm a loser so I'm always home?

Coadster: silence

Me: Do you agree that you're almost never home? (I'm still setting the stage here. Sure, it's a little manipulative, but the pay-off is usually worth the guilt)

Coadster: I don't know. Maybe...

Me: (going in for the kill) I was thinking that maybe we could move your TV into my room. If you wanted some alone time to veg-out and watch a movie or something, you could always visit it and hang out on my amazingly comfortable bed. (At this point, I was trying to think of other things I could use to argue my point after she would almost assuredly shoot me down)

Coadster: Okay. Sure.

Me: Wait. Really? Last time we talked about moving the TV in the other room, you were totally against it.

Coadster: I know, but that's because it was for Stinky. It's not that I wanted the television so much, I just didn't want her to have it.

Me: I can't believe you treat your sister that way. When did you get so mean?

Coadster: It's something I perfected in junior high.


Remiman said...

I miss having my kids at home.

AlienCG said...

Hmmmm...corn? In Iowa? You're kidding me?

Remind me never to get into negotiations with you. I'd be toast.

not fainthearted said...

Ah yes. I believe that's part of the phys ed. curriculum...right after reproductive health unit.

Yay for TV in the room!

booda baby said...

More proof that it all works out.

Hey, my word verification on your post about teenage girlzzz is BOYZ (plus a few other letters, like N and Q).

laura b. said...

I'm sorry that Stinky is sick, but glad you added some hours to your day.
From one mother to another I must applaud your mad negotiating skills! Enjoy that tv, you have earned it!

Tara said...

You and your girls are so funny, I love how you talk to one another! I enjoy doing that with my mom, too. Is Stinky feeling better?

I'm beginning to think that the cold I thought I had recently was just allergies. The symptoms come and go. I prefer to call it a callery.

evil-e said...

Allergies do suck....

You are rather shrewd in the negotiations department, you should go to work for the UN or something. I have new respect for you now. You won a property dispute with a teenage girl.

Brando said...

Is the title of the post referring to what I think it's referring to? Because now I have that song stuck in my head.

Poptart said...

I love Coaster. That's hilarious.

Why do you have tomorrow off, beeyatch? I have an 8am meeting, to which I am supposed to bring the coffee. Erg. Sleep in for me, willya?

Please tell Stinky to get better for me! Poor little peanut.

fringes said...

Butterbup would chop my hand off if I took her TV. As a matter of fact, I'm actually typing this one-handed. We waged an epic battle this summer.

fringes said...

butterbup...haha...uh, buttercup.

Churlita said...


I'm sure I'll miss mine when they're gone too.


Ha ha. who would have thunk there'd be corn here?


Unfortunately, they seem to learn that curriculum better than most others.

Booda BAby,

It all works out one way or another, for sure.


It was a hard fought victory.


Stinky is much better, thank you. She slept a lot.


It's probably the only one I'll ever win.


It's the same song, but I'm referring to loving every minute of my life.


I took a vacation day because Amy and Dale (from Mold fame) were coming into to play at the Picador with Ed Gray and Liberty Leg. (Ethan's Band)


Hey, I kind of like Butterpup.

Les said...

purple corn!!!

Michelle said...

LOL, this is exactly what my sister and I do to each other >:)

Churlita said...


Haven't you ever seen "blue" or purple corn before?


Why do sisters do that? It's so mean.