Archive for July, 2006


Elliot: What’s that cup?

Me: What do you think it is?

Elliot: It’s my milk!

Me: Where does milk come from?

Elliot: Target

Me: **laugh**

Elliot: the fridgerator part

Four Things

for Judith…

Four jobs I’ve had in the past

  1. graduate teaching assistant at CSU
  2. telephone repair for Housing Dept at CU
  3. busser at a restaurant
  4. Database Architect

Four movies that I could watch over and over

  1. Con Air
  2. Breakfast Club
  3. Say Anything
  4. Face/Off

Four places I have lived

  1. Denver, CO
  2. Lafayette, CO
  3. Loveland, CO
  4. Broomfield, CO

Four TV shows I love to watch

  1. Buffy
  2. Grey’s Anatomy
  3. Trading Spaces
  4. I Want That

Four places I have been on vacation

  1. Singapore
  2. Cambridge
  3. New Orleans
  4. Portland

Four websites I visit daily

  1. O’Reilly Radar
  3. Joshilyn Jackson
  4. Mir

Four of my favorite foods

  1. Mexican – any & all
  2. sushi
  3. peaches
  4. vegetable lasagna

Four places I would rather be right now

  1. napping
  2. playing with my kids
  3. Pearl Street
  4. a spa

Elliot Takes a Walkabout

Sunday we joined some friends at the Denver Museum of Nature & Science. We hadn’t previously taken Elliot because I assumed he wouldn’t like it, that he’d be too young for most of the exhibits. But he enjoyed the animal dioramas and the dinosuar bones. We stopped in the atrium to eat lunch. After lunch Peter was holding Audrey and I bent down to put something in the stroller. And then Elliot was gone. HE. WAS. GONE. Friend Scott went one way, I went another and Peter remained at our table. I made it to the main entrance hall of the museum and Elliot was no where to be seen. I wouldn’t have been able to find anyone in that crowd, much less a 3-foot tall someone. My heart raced. I couldn’t breathe. I could feel the panic well up inside me. I turned to look for Peter, for some direction, for a voice to call to Elliot. And there was Elliot, with his daddy. He had taken himself on a little tour through the atrium; turns out he wasn’t far from us, he could see us we just couldn’t see him. And he couldn’t hear us call for him – too much ambient noise.

I’ve never felt such sheer terror in my life.


Dear Gentle Reader,

I have a gripe for you. You are familiar with Craigslist, yes? In case you’re not, it’s an online classifieds site. (And if you’re not, have you been under a rock?) Some of our household goods have found their way to craigslist: a dining table that didn’t fit our needs when baby #2 was on her way, the washer and dryer that came with our house, a stroller… you get the picture. But I feel I need to clear something up for people wanting to buy my things: I AM NOT A DEPARTMENT STORE. The washer & dryer work great to the best of my knowledge and for the measly pittance of coin that I asked for in exchange you should take them and run. Sure, I’ll write you a receipt, but for what? You’re not returning them to me. That baby gate? Well the posting described the width. AND there was a link to the manufacturer’s website with exact dimensions. Please don’t come to my house and then ask if you may return it if it doesn’t fit. No, you may not. Sure – you can go home and measure your space and call me. But I do think it would have been more efficient to measure before responding to my ad.

When I was new to craigslist I would see ads that contained information like, “no returns”, “don’t ask me to hold this and then don’t show up.” And I thought to myself that the poster must have marginal social skills. Of course, people knew this is the equivalent of a garage sale. Buyer beware and all that. Apparently not. Those posters were merely seasoned.

Going forward, my posts should say:
“I am not a department store. You are purchasing items from an online classified posting. There are no receipts to be given, no returns to be made. Of course, if something is not what I claim it to be I’ll return your money. But the items I post are exactly what I explain them to be. If you are someone that likes to buy, try and return then I suggest you visit your local big box store.”