I am a planner. I plan ahead for things. Sometimes way ahead. It drives my husband nutty sometimes. I tell him to blame my dad, who is also a big planner. Dad is worse than me though, he'll barely have breakfast swallowed and he's wondering what's for lunch. If he goes to a new place for dinner he looks at the menu online before so he can decide what he's having. I'm not THAT bad, I don't think.
My latest case in point is our Spring Break vacation. Tommy wanted to go back east to visit his grandparents and aunts and uncles and learn how to make maple syrup. In early January I looked up flights and saw we could go direct to Boston and back for $99 each way. I booked it, I knew it wouldn't get any less expensive and two people flying round trip for $430 total was awesome.
Adrian was scheduled to be out of town that weekend, I kept asking him to look into switching things around and he kept putting me off. So yesterday he arranges to not be on that road trip and says now he can go with us. Uh huh. Less than a month out I check Southwest and our flight out is now over $400 for ONE WAY. The flight back is sold out. So now if he goes, I don't know how he'll get there, how long he will stay, etc. A big, fat I TOLD YOU SO was on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't say it. I just revelled in the fact that as usual, I WAS RIGHT.
Then there is the rental car. Renting a car in Boston is like paying off the national debt, it is super expensive. I have a friend whose husband named me as his sister-in-law to get a big discount at Hertz in the past (Thank you Laura and Paul!) but he's no longer there. Adrian thinks he is the king of getting cheap rental cars because he travels so much. I have been asking him for weeks to get me a car for that week. In his defense, he has been working super hard and it's not really a priority, so I will give him that. Last night I got tired of waiting and got one myself for $200 for the week. That's pretty killer, usually it's over $500 for the week, so again, pretty dang happy with my skills.
Not sure how the trip will go, Tommy and I are moving forward with our cheap flights and car. As for Mr. Dater, he may be flying in on a cargo plane and hitchhiking to NH and Vermont because I'm sure not going back to Boston to get his procrastinating self.
So, for all of you haters out there, planning ahead pays off. Waiting for a cheaper ticket or getting a better deal at the last minute? That's NOT how I roll. And for those who are interested, I am having a yakisoba noodle bowl and a yogurt for lunch! Maybe the apple doesn't fall THAT far from the tree...
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
8 years ago today...
I went to my 36 week OB appointment. I was tired of being pregnant and hadn't felt real great that week.
They did the routine stuff, peed in a cup, got my blood pressure taken, etc. Things got pretty serious and they took my BP a few more times. As it turned out I had Pre-eclampsia and they were worried so they sent me to the hospital for observation. Adrian was in the process of heading to the airport for St. Louis and my doctor said to call and have him come back.
So I leave the OB office and drove myself in a wicked bad snowstorm to the hospital. My mom (she worked at the doctor's office) offered to go with me but I declined because it didn't seem like a big deal.
Turns out it was a big deal since I ended up having a baby the next day! Thomas Alan Michael Dater was literally pulled into the world on February 12, 2004 and changed my life forever.
You love your spouse and you love your family but loving your child is completely different. Tommy has made our lives so much better. He's smart and funny and sassy and he keeps us on our toes. He's the perfect blend of Adrian and me. Happy Birthday Tommy! Love you!
They did the routine stuff, peed in a cup, got my blood pressure taken, etc. Things got pretty serious and they took my BP a few more times. As it turned out I had Pre-eclampsia and they were worried so they sent me to the hospital for observation. Adrian was in the process of heading to the airport for St. Louis and my doctor said to call and have him come back.
So I leave the OB office and drove myself in a wicked bad snowstorm to the hospital. My mom (she worked at the doctor's office) offered to go with me but I declined because it didn't seem like a big deal.
Turns out it was a big deal since I ended up having a baby the next day! Thomas Alan Michael Dater was literally pulled into the world on February 12, 2004 and changed my life forever.
You love your spouse and you love your family but loving your child is completely different. Tommy has made our lives so much better. He's smart and funny and sassy and he keeps us on our toes. He's the perfect blend of Adrian and me. Happy Birthday Tommy! Love you!
Monday, February 6, 2012
It's a dark, sad time in the Dater household
Adrian opted not to stay at the jinxed Marriott last night and came home. I was asleep but vaguely remember hearing some pretty serious swearing coming from him.
I just hope that the below is still intact when I get home from work later:
You may send your condolences to Adrian through this blog!
PS: A note to Gisele, getting caught on video blasting the receivers isn't a way for your Tommy to have too many friends in the locker room, just sayin'
I just hope that the below is still intact when I get home from work later:
You may send your condolences to Adrian through this blog!
PS: A note to Gisele, getting caught on video blasting the receivers isn't a way for your Tommy to have too many friends in the locker room, just sayin'
Sunday, February 5, 2012
It's the biggest game of the year, and Adrian's team, the Patriots, are playing...
We have the big screen TV all ready...and where will he be watching? In a hotel room. Yup, you read that right. At first he told me that I needed to take Tommy and go watch somewhere else. Riiight...on a Sunday night, Tommy has school the next day, you are NOT kicking me out of my own house.
I suggested he go to his friend Bob's house. Nope, because the last time the Pats were in a big game he watched it there and they lost, so now Bob's house is a jinx. I'm not sure if that means the house, or if maybe Bob is the jinx, or their dog Brady (yes, named after Tom Brady) is a big, hairy jinx.
So a hotel it is. Let me tell you about past championship games.
Super Bowl XXXVI in 2002, we were newly married. I always want to watch for the commercials (I work in advertising, I'm interested). He said the game couldn't be on in the house. Riiiight, that's not happening, so I holed up in the bedroom to watch while he yelled at me from downstairs that I was ruining everything. Finally I gave in because it wasn't worth the trouble and turned it off. My parents called to ask if Adrian was happy about the win and I had to tell them he didn't know they had won. He spent the rest of the night watching the highlights.
Super Bowl XXXVIII in 2004...this is the year Janet Jackson had her wardrobe malfunction and I was VERY pregnant. Tommy was actually born 9 days later and was NOT named after Tom Brady FYI. Anyway we were at my sister's house amongst her friends who were rooting against the Patriots if I remember correctly. Adrian got so worked up (frankly I am amazed he was even there watching) he finished watching the game in the basement alone.
2004 World Series, the Red Sox against the Cardinals, it's the final game, which he had been watching downstairs (I was upstairs, do you see a pattern here) and suddenly I am aware the TV is no longer on downstairs so I go looking for him. He's pacing in the backyard, in the dark. Once the Sox finished off the Cardinals I yelled out the window "you can come in and stop acting like a jerk now". Again, he spent the rest of the night watching the highlights and what he missed whilst pacing in the dark.
We were actually AT game 4 during the 2007 series when the Sox beat the Rockies, so he was fine, all wrapped up in the game and the excitement. I believe that's the only championship game we have actually watched together.
So tonight, I'll be upstairs watching the game while Adrian is across town at the Marriott. Likely pacing the halls with the game turned off. I really hope the Patriots win, otherwise the Marriott will be deemed a jinx and we'll never get to stay in one again.
Go Pats!!!
I suggested he go to his friend Bob's house. Nope, because the last time the Pats were in a big game he watched it there and they lost, so now Bob's house is a jinx. I'm not sure if that means the house, or if maybe Bob is the jinx, or their dog Brady (yes, named after Tom Brady) is a big, hairy jinx.
So a hotel it is. Let me tell you about past championship games.
Super Bowl XXXVI in 2002, we were newly married. I always want to watch for the commercials (I work in advertising, I'm interested). He said the game couldn't be on in the house. Riiiight, that's not happening, so I holed up in the bedroom to watch while he yelled at me from downstairs that I was ruining everything. Finally I gave in because it wasn't worth the trouble and turned it off. My parents called to ask if Adrian was happy about the win and I had to tell them he didn't know they had won. He spent the rest of the night watching the highlights.
Super Bowl XXXVIII in 2004...this is the year Janet Jackson had her wardrobe malfunction and I was VERY pregnant. Tommy was actually born 9 days later and was NOT named after Tom Brady FYI. Anyway we were at my sister's house amongst her friends who were rooting against the Patriots if I remember correctly. Adrian got so worked up (frankly I am amazed he was even there watching) he finished watching the game in the basement alone.
2004 World Series, the Red Sox against the Cardinals, it's the final game, which he had been watching downstairs (I was upstairs, do you see a pattern here) and suddenly I am aware the TV is no longer on downstairs so I go looking for him. He's pacing in the backyard, in the dark. Once the Sox finished off the Cardinals I yelled out the window "you can come in and stop acting like a jerk now". Again, he spent the rest of the night watching the highlights and what he missed whilst pacing in the dark.
We were actually AT game 4 during the 2007 series when the Sox beat the Rockies, so he was fine, all wrapped up in the game and the excitement. I believe that's the only championship game we have actually watched together.
So tonight, I'll be upstairs watching the game while Adrian is across town at the Marriott. Likely pacing the halls with the game turned off. I really hope the Patriots win, otherwise the Marriott will be deemed a jinx and we'll never get to stay in one again.
Go Pats!!!
Monday, January 23, 2012
Random thoughts
I spent the weekend being foiled by fish. After the drama of the original 5 fish...well, 4 fish died and the last one just up and disappeared...I started the tank over.
New rock, new water, scrubbed the entire tank and plants and stuff down. Ran the sucker for a week. I also got a thermometer for the outside of the tank to make sure I wasn't boiling them in there. Friday we go off to PetSmart for new fish. Talk to the fish lady a long time, and leave with 3 Tiger Barbs. She said in 3 weeks we could add other fish but to start with these 3.
Got home, dumped them in, fed them, life is GOOD. Sunday morning, we flushed 2 of the 3. Mother Trucker. BACK to PetSmart where I tell my tale of woe. Part of the conversation goes like this, AFTER she tests our water and deems it perfect:
FishLady#2: Do you have your receipt?
Me: Yes
FL#2: Do you have the fish?
Me: The DEAD fish?
FL#2: Yes, do you have them?
Me: Why on earth would I still have the dead fish?
FL#2: Well we can replace them with a receipt and the dead fish.
Me: Seriously you want me to bring in dead fish carcass? That's disgusting!
FL#2: Well most people put them in a ziplock baggie and freeze them to bring in
Me: You want me to put dead fish carcass in my freezer???
Seriously. I'll buy new fish. That's just wrong. So we bought 2 more fish. As of this morning they all looked pretty good. Every morning that they are swimming is a huge relief because fishing out those dead suckers is disgusting. Wish us luck!
New rock, new water, scrubbed the entire tank and plants and stuff down. Ran the sucker for a week. I also got a thermometer for the outside of the tank to make sure I wasn't boiling them in there. Friday we go off to PetSmart for new fish. Talk to the fish lady a long time, and leave with 3 Tiger Barbs. She said in 3 weeks we could add other fish but to start with these 3.
Got home, dumped them in, fed them, life is GOOD. Sunday morning, we flushed 2 of the 3. Mother Trucker. BACK to PetSmart where I tell my tale of woe. Part of the conversation goes like this, AFTER she tests our water and deems it perfect:
FishLady#2: Do you have your receipt?
Me: Yes
FL#2: Do you have the fish?
Me: The DEAD fish?
FL#2: Yes, do you have them?
Me: Why on earth would I still have the dead fish?
FL#2: Well we can replace them with a receipt and the dead fish.
Me: Seriously you want me to bring in dead fish carcass? That's disgusting!
FL#2: Well most people put them in a ziplock baggie and freeze them to bring in
Me: You want me to put dead fish carcass in my freezer???
Seriously. I'll buy new fish. That's just wrong. So we bought 2 more fish. As of this morning they all looked pretty good. Every morning that they are swimming is a huge relief because fishing out those dead suckers is disgusting. Wish us luck!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Notice to strange men looking to pick up women in bars...
Friday night my friend Leslie and I went to our favorite girls' night hangout, Baker's Street. Leslie is newly single and sometimes there are some decent pickings. We scored a table and ordered some drinks and dinner. Brenda joined us shortly thereafter and we were having a good time.
This guy approaches the table. Number one, he has a soul patch. Gross. He asks if he can share some space on our table. Not wanting to be rude we said OK but then I said he had to be quiet and not talk to us...so much for not being rude. Then his friend walks up and we start chatting with them, but also continuing the conversation the three of us had going on.
It comes out that I am a People Hater. Soul Patch asks why I hate people and I said I hate stupid people. He asks for a frame of reference so I throw out that I don't like people on Capitol Hill who try to tell Americans what they can and can't do. Gay's should be able to marry and women should maintain the right to choose. Oh Jesus. This guy grabs hold and won't let go. I keep telling him that this was girls' night out and that I wasn't there to discuss politics with a soul patch wearing right winger. He gets all in my face about why do I care so much what he thinks about me. Um, I don't. And anyone who knows me knows I don't give a rat's all WHAT people think of me and my beliefs. Finally they left. Good riddance.
Then Brenda had to go...so along come two other losers. Much younger and much more intoxicated than the first two. These guys were slurring their words, the one tried to tell us he was a chemist but it came out more like chemicalist...they called Leslie a "stewardess"...Leslie and I looked at each other, determined the night a bust, and went home.
So men...if you approach women in a bar who look like they are having a good time without your presence, have the decency to move on to the next group of gals. ThankYouVeryMuch.
This guy approaches the table. Number one, he has a soul patch. Gross. He asks if he can share some space on our table. Not wanting to be rude we said OK but then I said he had to be quiet and not talk to us...so much for not being rude. Then his friend walks up and we start chatting with them, but also continuing the conversation the three of us had going on.
It comes out that I am a People Hater. Soul Patch asks why I hate people and I said I hate stupid people. He asks for a frame of reference so I throw out that I don't like people on Capitol Hill who try to tell Americans what they can and can't do. Gay's should be able to marry and women should maintain the right to choose. Oh Jesus. This guy grabs hold and won't let go. I keep telling him that this was girls' night out and that I wasn't there to discuss politics with a soul patch wearing right winger. He gets all in my face about why do I care so much what he thinks about me. Um, I don't. And anyone who knows me knows I don't give a rat's all WHAT people think of me and my beliefs. Finally they left. Good riddance.
Then Brenda had to go...so along come two other losers. Much younger and much more intoxicated than the first two. These guys were slurring their words, the one tried to tell us he was a chemist but it came out more like chemicalist...they called Leslie a "stewardess"...Leslie and I looked at each other, determined the night a bust, and went home.
So men...if you approach women in a bar who look like they are having a good time without your presence, have the decency to move on to the next group of gals. ThankYouVeryMuch.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
'Twas three days before Christmas
And Mother Nature dumped a lot of snow
I had one day of work left and didn't want to go.
I wished for a snow day but Todd said "oh no"
If you want a snow day you take PTO!
The Weatherman scared everyone, no one wanted to drive
I made record time to the office, I made it alive!
I got all my work done, I'm not staying 'til five
I'm leaving here early, for this I will strive.
I've got presents to wrap and food to prepare
The guys in my house are of no help, they really don't care.
All the work falls on me, it doesn't seem fair
There would be no Christmas if I were not there.
So tonight I will sort and lable and wrap
Who's idea was it to buy all this crap?
Video games and Lego and Xbox...
Is this what he asked for when on Santa's lap?
As much as I Bah Humbug and act like the Grinch
The reason I do all this work is a cinch
The joy that I see on my Tommy's face
Is the reason I participate in the holiday rat race.
See, even Mrs. Scrooge can find some holiday cheer
To all of my friends who are far and near
I wish you the very best over the holidays and for the coming year.
PS: I'll work on my rhyming for next year, I promise!
I had one day of work left and didn't want to go.
I wished for a snow day but Todd said "oh no"
If you want a snow day you take PTO!
The Weatherman scared everyone, no one wanted to drive
I made record time to the office, I made it alive!
I got all my work done, I'm not staying 'til five
I'm leaving here early, for this I will strive.
I've got presents to wrap and food to prepare
The guys in my house are of no help, they really don't care.
All the work falls on me, it doesn't seem fair
There would be no Christmas if I were not there.
So tonight I will sort and lable and wrap
Who's idea was it to buy all this crap?
Video games and Lego and Xbox...
Is this what he asked for when on Santa's lap?
As much as I Bah Humbug and act like the Grinch
The reason I do all this work is a cinch
The joy that I see on my Tommy's face
Is the reason I participate in the holiday rat race.
See, even Mrs. Scrooge can find some holiday cheer
To all of my friends who are far and near
I wish you the very best over the holidays and for the coming year.
PS: I'll work on my rhyming for next year, I promise!
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