Whenever I go to the grocery store at odd hours I tend to wonder what is going on with people shopping at odd hours. Today I went to Kroger at around 11 PM. There is this guy who is checking out in front of me. He is all sweaty and wearing a camel back. He only has one item: A large can of tomatos. As I’m leaving I see him sitting on a picnic table outside the store, with his large can of tomatos.
There must be an interesting story there.
Did he sit down and eat the tomatos?
Why buy the tomatos? If you are out biking or running, maybe go for some gatorade?
How did he get to Kroger? Did he drive? If so, why the camel back?
Why is all of this taking place at 11 PM?
I had a nice post written up about the Ice Cream Social at Eli’s school (Ann Arbor Open/Mack) but it got lost in my phone somehow.
Here is the short version. Eli went on a few rides, we had various snacks, saw lots of friends, and Eli won a round on the cake walk. He selected the cupcakes, to the delight of his mom. I think she might have suggested them as a delicious option. Notice Parke participating in the cake walk. Once she saw the cupcakes, she had to take a chance.
We went to a fun event at The Hands on Museum tonight. The local tech community put on a Tech Night. It featured many of the local tech companies and was a great way to learn more about some of the interesting things these companies are doing. But it was really a fundraiser for the museum.
Parke and I took Eli while Oliver stayed home with his Nana. It reminded us how much simpler things are with one kid vs. two. The highlight of the night was a scavenger hunt. Eli was actually quivering when he found the last treasure. It was great to see the museum without all the crowds. Hopefully they’ll do something similar again next year.
I think I’ve figured out how to blog from my phone. If I’ve done this correctly, there should be a photo of Ryan for all to enjoy…..
After a year of terrible hair, we finally gave Ollie his first haircut. The mullet had to go.
…………..Here’s an email I just wrote to my mom’s group a few minutes ago:
From: Parke Wiegman [mailto:email@example.com]
Sent: Wednesday, March 26, 2008 2:49 PM
Subject: Anyone have a snake???
Soooooo. Eli got a pet mouse for Easter. Actually, he got the equipment for a mouse from the Easter bunny, and then went last night to pick out his pet mouse. He wanted a boy mouse, and named him “Squeaky”. We got him home, put him in the cage, and discovered two problems: 1) the cage the Easter bunny brought was more of a cage for a rat, and had bars that were wide enough for Squeaky to escape from. Within his first, oh I don’t know, 5 seconds in the cage. So we put him right back into the cardboard box that he came home in. And the second problem? He smelled. SO BAD. The cage is set up in the boys room, and Ryan could smell the mouse as soon as he walked in our front door, he said the house smelled like a pet store. Awesome. Did a little googling, found out that boy mice are notoriously smelly. Way to do your research, Parke and Ryan… We talked to Eli about the smell, and suggested that maybe we could take Squeaky back to the store and get a girl mouse. No Go. He was already attached to this boy mouse. So (I am hanging my head in shame here), I went back to the pet store to get a new, made for a mouse, escape-proof cage. And brought Squeaky along to “help pick out his new home”. Yes, I admit, I took him back and exchanged him for a similar looking, slightly fatter, but much less smelly female mouse. When I got back home with the new cage and the new Squeaky, Eli asked if I had replaced his mouse, and I totally danced around the question and then changed the subject. I know, I am terrible. At least I didn’t lie to him and tell him it was the same one. Anyway, Squeaky seemed more interested in building a nest than playing last night, and most of today. He/She finally came out to explore the cage for a bit, and I noticed she was looking slimmer….then I noticed the nest was still moving, even though she was no longer in it. Yup, you guessed it…..Squeaky had himself some babies some time between last night and this afternoon. Sigh. I was totally busted, although Eli didn’t directly accuse me of switching his mouse, he is now totally aware that Squeaky isn’t a boy. And we also have the additional problem of what to do with the babies. I don’t have the heart to kill them, but we cannot keep them for long. Some might be boys and they will start smelling and making more baby mice. I wonder how long it takes for a baby mouse to reach sexual maturity? Probably about 3 hours….. So if anyone has a snake, and needs some baby mice to feed it, please feel free to have ours!!
Not too much to say today, I’ll let the photos speak for themeselves…if you’re dying for something to read, here’s an amusing exchange between Ryan and myself this morning:
From: Parke Wiegman
Sent: Thursday, February 28, 2008 10:13 AM
To: McGee, Ryan (R.A.)
Subject: I tried to stop myself….I really did.
But I couldn’t do it. Your cookie is gone. Sorry, dude. But seriously, you can’t leave something that yummy just lying around and expect that it will still be here when you get home. J
From: McGee, Ryan (R.A.)
Sent: Thursday, February 28, 2008 10:18 AM
To: Parke Wiegman
Subject: RE: I tried to stop myself….
I actually mentally wrote that off just a few minutes ago. I’ve known you for a while now.
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