Friday, July 18, 2008

gah.

I canceled our service with ChemLawn when we returned from Hilton Head.
The conversation went like this:

"I want to cancel our service."

"I'm sorry to hear that .. may I ask why?"

"You're killing my kids."

"Uh .. wha .. um ........................ well, is there anything .. we can do... to change your mind?"

"Uh .. well .. you can stop trying to kill my kids."

"..................... Oh .. okay. I've canceled your service. Call us back if you change your mind."

Of course, in my head I'm thinking... When I change my mind? You mean when I'm ready for you to kill them?

brilliant.


Flash forward to today .. David comes downstairs and asks if I canceled the service.
Of course I did.
He then informs me that someone had just treated our lawn. Awesome. All three cats out .. walking all over it .. bringing the damn poison inside. Thank goodness he told me and I didn't take the girls out to play on it.

I'm livid.
LIVID
Some poor customer service rep is in for it tomorrow.


ETA: I just realized that they did the regular granular application PLUS an extra dose of the liquid. Awesome.
Here's what has been tracked into the house...
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

hold me

The girls and I went shopping at The Forum. While we were there we stopped into a place that specializes in kids' haircuts. It was super cheesy, but the second we stepped in, Kaelin exclaimed, "I get a haircut today!" Hard to argue with enthusiasm like that. I have dreaded this day ... the baby hair being chopped off. All I could think of as the stylist brought the scissors out was that the hair being cut is the hair that I kissed when the girls were in the NICU for all those weeks. uuuuugh.
I overacted my little heart out feigning excitement and pride the whole way though. If someone had caught my act on film, surely I could have submitted my name to the Oscar committee for consideration.
The girls were great... smiled and giggled almost the whole way through. They wouldn't be my kids if there weren't moments of raised eyebrows .. seemingly wondering if this woman really knew what she was doing. They got over those moments quickly and decided that she wouldn't leave them looking like complete fools.
In the end they were strutting all over the place like supermodels. We're talking serious attitude. The stylist put little stick on earrings on them too .. which only added to the "look at me .. I'm fabulous" demeanor they were sporting. eesh.

Kaelin starts to wonder about the stylist's ability

She decides she's not so bad after all ..

Very excited that another Mom told her she looked like a Princess

Checking herself out

Reese's turn in the chair

Her turn to question the expertise of the stylist too

She kept sucking in her cheeks trying not to smile (guessing that was her way of saving face if the cut turned out horrible)

Happy with the results



The Strut

Monday, July 14, 2008

Smile.

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Where the Hell is Matt?

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.