Sunday, January 25, 2009—drove to Chicago, brunched at the Peninsula Hotel (bargain price for our party of four broke $300!), shopped at American Girl (since Adrienne got all A’s on her report card she appropriately used her $20 reward to buy roller skates for her doll), then went to see Xanadu (Yes, the Tony-award nominated Broadway musical where the Greek muses help a surfer dude from 1980 create Xanadu with a roller disco—cute and funny, but definitely gender bending, therefore not for the homophobic). Unfortunate part: not a recession-proof day.
Monday, January 26, 2009—Adrienne spikes a high fever and is forced to stay home from school which forces me to ditch my writing and reading plans for the day. Unfortunate part: forced to watch the Disney channel until her fever broke six hours into a marathon of The Suite Life of Zac and Cody.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009—Horoscope says: “If someone is soliciting advice, try to clam up. The likelihood of having to furiously backpedal (once you’ve already made your opinion known) is high. Unfortunate part: Date to meet with writing friend to offer my opinion on her work—despite horoscope, went anyway—not sure if we’re still friends.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009—Orthodontist appointment. Yes, I have braces—clear brackets on the bottom. It’s a long story about how my husband (the dentist) found my front two teeth loose. Unfortunate part #1: without braces Eric was sure I would lose my two front teeth! Unfortunate part #2: I’ve had the braces since September and since I haven’t been compliant with my retainer (for the top teeth) my front two teeth are still in danger. Kind of like Groundhog Day for me—at least six more weeks of braces!
Thursday, January 29, 2009— Drive to Ace Hardware in my pajamas just after a.m. car line to obtain Cub Scout uniform shirt for Andrew’s meeting TONIGHT. BTW, he is the only scout in the den (i.e. WHOLE SCHOOL!) without appropriate shirt (Totally ironic when you read what happens tomorrow!). Unfortunate part: I spend twenty minutes in the store looking at patches and wondering why I can’t find the number 9 for his den—927. Reason? 9 and 6 are the same! With stuff in hand, I come home to find out that the patches are not iron-on patches! Those darn scouts make everything DIY and I’m not a DIY kind of chick. I tried hot glue (FYI, it peels right off when dry!) then used “stitch witchery” with minor success. (After the fact footnote: cub shirt is at the alterations store being sewn by a true professional).
Friday, January 30, 2009—Family Mass day at school. Unfortunate part #1: forced to “have it out” with Andrew’s teacher for telling him his attire was not appropriate which made him cry (BTW, he, of course, wore jeans—reference Christmas Letter on “denaoutloud” for further information on jeans, third grade, and the importance thereof). Unfortunate part #2: forced to “call out” teacher on not wearing any panty hose (reference Pretty Woman, movie from 1990 with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere where panty hose, or lack thereof, is specifically defined). Took kids roller skating to make us all feel better about such a negative day. Unfortunate part #3: roller rink was littered with middle school kids skating very fast and very recklessly. Result? Adrienne and I got “taken out of the action” causing me to limp along singing, “This old gray mare just ain’t what she used to be,” and causing Andrew to stand (in fear) at the wall for the rest of the 30 minutes Adrienne and I tried to make a go of it. Finally left after the DJ played the Cha Cha Slide for the third time. We did “three hops this time” right out the door.
Saturday, January 31, 2009—Super Soccer Saturday! Tried to go to the grocery store before the game—got caught up looking for edamade and missed Andrew score his first goal. Unfortunate part for Andrew: he allowed three goals to be scored on him as a goalie. I told him, "It's okay, you can't save every one of them." Later that night, Andrew vomited five times. His comment: “Didn’t I get a flu shot? And I still got this?” I told him that doctors and medicine are a lot like soccer goalies--you can't save every one. Its better they all learn that young don’t you think? Life can be unfortunate.
Sunday, February 1, 2009—Stayed in my pajamas all day. Unfortunate part: spent the entire day doing laundry (YET AGAIN!) and bombing the house with Lysol—hoping that no one else gets the upchuck fever. Oh—and also, I spent the day rotating windows—opening one on the main level for thirty minutes then closing it and opening one upstairs for thirty minutes and so on. The stench of regurged Tombstone pizza and Sugar-Free Tropical Punch Kool-Aid is a b**** to get out of the house—even with the help of Lysol!
Monday, February 2, 2009—The worst of all and the culmination to my calendar of unfortunate events: My Nordstrom Fashion Reward status was downgraded. I just didn’t spend enough money this year to maintain my spot at the top. No longer will I get my free lunches at the café and no longer will I get the “all-access” pass to beauty and fashion events in NY and LA. Not the I ever went, but its the thought of being invited! I still have $300 of free alterations, so I showed Nordstrom! I went to Target then hit a HUGE sale at Kohl’s (I’m talking shirts for $1.20 and jeans for $9). I spent $32 total and plan on taking every last piece to Nordstrom for free alterations! I realize the revenge is small. And, I realize that if I just bought more stuff I wouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place, but I’m doing an experiment in 2009 called “Life doesn’t need so much stuff or at least expensive stuff from Nordstrom every other week.” I actually kicked it off a few months ago. And I think it was that commitment to “less is more” that booted me down a notch on the Nordstrom list. Oh well. Most unfortunate thing: probably just lost chance of ever meeting Justin Timberlake. Drat!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009—had a recurring dream last night about the old sitcom “Cheers” and kept hearing in my head, “You wanna be where everybody knows your name and they’re always glad you came...” At noon today it hit me what my subsconscience was trying to tell me so I called Nick at Nordstrom in Salon Shoes just to see what would happen. We chatted about the economy and how things are going in shoes. I admitted to him that I did, in fact, return five of the seven pairs of shoes I bought at the Anniversary Sale. I told him how sorry I was and that I promised never to be so over-indulgent again. I explained by 2009 experiment (FYI-dead silence at the other end for a good five seconds) and he laughed a fake kind of laugh, so I assured him I’d call him again if I needed anything. Unfortunate thing: came to the realization that I don’t need anything. Or is that the best thing about the whole week?
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