My Real Life

August 31, 2011

Me, Myself and Irene

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Saturday night started with the monkeys cuddled up on the sofa bed, in the basement, watching movies and eating popcorn.

It was a fun adventure and we were so ready for Hurricane Irene.

We had decided to sleep in the basement, just to be safe.

Flash forward to Sunday night, and Real Man and his brother and a friend of ours were just finishing pushing out 8 and a half inches of water from our basement while my Mother and I tried to figure out what to do with all of the stuff we rescued and brought upstairs.

Move ahead to Monday night and Real Man and our friend had just finished cutting up, rolling and tying the carpet from the basement and chucking it out into the lawn, where the insurance adjuster told us to leave it.

I had ideas about how I’d write the story of everything that happened in the wee, small hours of Sunday morning, but in the days that followed, seeing the devastation up and down the coast, knowing that many of my friends are still without power, knowing that some of my friends have lost absolutely everything…a fun twist on Irene doesn’t feel right.

Instead, I’ve decided to count my blessings with regards to Irene.

1.  I woke up when the power went out.

It was around 1:30 am and I had dozed for about 15 minutes, but the beeps throughout the house that notify you of power being lost woke me.  I went upstairs and watched the storm for a bit, then decided to wake Real Man, because he loves a good storm as much as I do.  We lit candles and got the flashlights out in case any monkeys woke up.

2.  I heard the water start filling the basement.

After being upstairs for awhile, we decided we should get some sleep, because Irene wasn’t going to keep Monkey in the Middle asleep past 5 am.  We headed downstairs and cuddled up in the recliner.  Real Man fell asleep, but around 4:30 am, I started to hear a strange bubbling sound.  I woke Real Man and we looked at the windows and the ceiling and couldn’t figure out the sound, until we realized the carpet was getting wet from underneath.  Water was seeping in through the floor.

Because we had been up before, we had flashlights at the ready and we started to pick things up and carry them upstairs to the kitchen.  Monkey Girl woke up and started to help.  Then, Monkey in the Middle awoke and also started to help.  While Baby and Tiny Monkey slept peacefully on the couch and the pack-n-play, the four of us tried to get everything out of the basement that was possible.  And, we did.

Had I been asleep and not heard the gurgle, we would have awoken to 8 and a half inches of water and much more loss than we did.

3.  We get by with a little help from our friends.

On Sunday, Real Man’s brother was here with a cooler so we could empty the fridge, and when he saw the basement, immediately started looking for a pump for us, went home and put on his hip waders, and came back and began to help.  One of our friends, from high school, saw our posts on FB about the basement and came over to help, as well as Real Man’s father.  This was not a one person job, and there is no way we could have gotten the water out on our own.  It eventually took Real Man removing some bricks to create a pathway for the water to escape and then all of them shoveling water toward the escape route to get the water out, but after many hours, they did it.

On Monday, our friend came back and he and Real Man cut up, rolled up, and tied the carpet to get it out of the basement.  All that is left down there are the couches, the recliner, the entertainment center, the desk, and the exercise equipment all of which need to be disposed of, but insurance has asked us to hold on to them until they’ve been out to assess the situation.

There were multiple offers from so many friends of a warm house to sleep in, a hot meal to eat, fridge and freezer space in which to store out food, etc.

People are good.

We spent Sunday night at my father-in-laws house and he made us dinner and we collapsed and slept a good sleep in his warm, dry house.

4.  Basements can be replaced.  People can’t.

We’re okay.

We’re healthy and we’re not hurt.

So, what did we lose?

We lost two sleeper sofas, an entertainment center, a computer desk, a recliner, a treadmill, a recumbent bicycle, and the carpet.

There is only one thing we lost that cannot be replaced, and that is my wedding album.

When Real Man carried that up the stairs I broke a little and finally cried.

However, I’m doing my best to dry it out, and although there is damage, it may not be a total loss.

We will have to replace the baseboards and most of the drywall, although we’re hopeful we can just cut and replace the lower section of drywall and not have to redo the entire walls.

We will buy a generator or a battery powered back-up sump or something to ensure this doesn’t happen again and we will also have someone in to see if we can do more to waterproof the basement.

We’ll use tile or linoleum with area rugs instead of re-carpeting the space.

We live, we learn, we move on.

We were lucky.

I simply cannot believe the devastation I am seeing across the area.

A neighboring town is still under water, and when I say under water, I mean that there is footage of people Jet-Skiing down the streets.

My friend, Darlene, lost everything and you can’t look at the pictures of the inside of her house with the water-line almost as tall as I, the mud on the floor, and the furniture completely knocked over by the force of the water without getting tears in your eyes.

And what does she say?

“…but we’re fine and we still have each other.”

It humbles me to witness such grace in such disaster and it reminds me again and again and again how very fortunate we were.

Here’s hoping that all of you who were touched by Irene were spared any physical harm and that your losses were minimal.

August 27, 2011

The Calm Before the Storm

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So, Irene is headed our way.

Yesterday, the kids had some good friends over and were all playing beautifully, the baby was sleeping, and so I walked outside to get the mail.

It was absolutely beautiful day.

Like, a perfect summer day.

And, it was hard to imagine the storm that is coming.

Granted, where I live, we are inland, but all the weather channels and websites are telling us that we will need to “batten down the hatches” and prepare for big-time trouble.

So, we are.

But, right now, it seems silly.

As I walked down the driveway, letting the sun soak into my skin, it felt strange to know that I was doing all the laundry in the house, so it was done in case we had no electricity for a few days.

That there will be a bathtub full of water for flushing and there are cases of water and non-perishable foods.

That the kids are prepped to possibly sleep in the basement tomorrow night.

And, I started thinking how annoyed people are going to be if she shifts her path and goes out to sea; annoyed with the amount of preparation they did for nothing, instead of feeling grateful that they were spared.

I started thinking about weather and natural disasters and thinking ‘You know, I don’t live in California so I don’t have to experience earthquakes, and I don’t live in the Gulf region so I don’t have to worry about hurricanes, and I don’t live in the Midwest so I don’t have to deal with tornadoes, and yet we’ve had the trifecta of all of this in the past few months, here in NJ.’

It’s like all bets are off with Mother Nature.

In fact, I had to laugh when one of my piano students put as her Facebook status, “I think someone needs to give Mother Nature a Midol.”

My sentiments exactly.

Then, I started thinking, what does this all mean?

Global warming?  End of the world?  Just really bad luck for humans lately?

Who knows?

All I know is that the Chinese proverb of “May You Live in Exciting Times” is definitely coming to pass, recently, and these are some exciting and unexpected times.

So, for now, we’re keeping a cool head and enjoying the weather while it’s still beautiful.

Because, honestly, who knows what tomorrow will bring?

August 25, 2011

Me and My iPad…A Love Story

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I bought myself an iPad.

I’ve been working hard at losing the weight I gained during my pregnancy.

Yet, I have a hard time keeping myself on track with eating and exercise, sometimes.

I know myself and I, sometimes, need a little extrinsic motivation.

So, I made a deal with myself that, if I got back to the weight I was before I got pregnant, I would buy myself an iPad.

Last weekend, finally, I did it.

I was very proud, and we went to the Apple store and bought an iPad.

I love it.

I love it so much.

I’ve downloaded apps for me, apps for the kids.

So far, my favorites are the NYTimes Crosswords, HBO Go, The Weather Channel, The Onion, Archie Comics, Cozi, PBS Kids. (all free)

And those are just my very favorite!

I still use my laptop for my blogging (which could explain the slow down in blogging this week, because I rarely put down the iPad) because it’s easier to type on here, and for that same reason, I am doing my lesson planning on my laptop, as well.

However, I just love, love, love the iPad.

Also, I love Apple.

Because, I dropped my iPad when trying to carry both it and Tiny Monkey from one room to the other.

The screen cracked.

It was two days after I bought it.

I was devastated.

I hadn’t bought the Apple Care Protection Plan.

Still, I went back to Apple and Luis replaced it for me…free.

Then, after one day, the new one wouldn’t recognize Wi-Fi (I bought the Wi-Fi only iPad) so I went back to the store again.

It was a problem with the chip, and Luis replaced it for me…free…again.

So, I’m on my third iPad and it’s working great and I’m being more careful and I am in heaven.

August 23, 2011

Curb Your Enthusiasm

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I’m desperately wanting to start off this post by saying something like, “I can’t!  I just can’t curb my enthusiasm for this show!” but there are limits to the depths of cheese which I am comfortable with.

So, instead, I’ll just let you in on my newly discovered secret, which is Curb Your Enthusiasm.

People have told me I should watch this show for years.

I am an enormous Seinfeld fan, and the show is by (and about) Larry David, who was the c0-creator of Seinfeld.

However, we didn’t get HBO.

We changed our cable package, when we moved, and we are now getting HBO, but CYE is in it’s 8th season, and I figured it was too late to come to the show, so I still didn’t watch.  Thought, maybe, I’d start from the beginning on Netflix.

But then I downloaded the HBO Go app (for free) to my iPad (which is a post for another day) and I discovered that I could watch all of the episodes (for free) from the beginning of Season 1.

I gave it a try.

Good Lord, I love this show.

So very, very funny, in a similar yet different way from Seinfeld.

My kind of humor.

Real Man watched an episode with me a few days ago and commented “Why did we wait so long to get HBO?”

So, if you get HBO, or even if you don’t, but you do have Netflix or some other streaming service, you might want to give Curb Your Enthusiasm a try.

A seriously hysterical show.

August 22, 2011

John Popper…AKA…The Baby Whisperer

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I’m assuming that most of you know of John Popper as the lead singer of Blues Traveler.  One of my all-time favorite groups, and he is one of my all-time favorite performers.

Nobody rocks a harmonica like John Popper.

Musical talent aside, John Popper holds a very special place in my heart.

When Monkey Girl was a baby, we had to take a long car trip.  She was always a good baby in the car, but this trip was, apparently, a little longer than usual.

She started to cry.

And cry.

And cry.

And cry.

And…well, you get the picture.

We tried everything, but we were stuck in traffic and there was no getting out of it.

We talked to her quietly and calmly.

We sang lullabies.

We sang James Taylor.

We sang Bon Jovi.

We sang Metallica.

We sang anything we could think of.

And then…

We started to sing Blues Traveler songs.

More specifically, we started to sing “Hook.”

Now, “Hook” is a song that says that the meaning of a song is essentially meaningless, because people want to listen again and again based on the “hook” or the catchy part of the tune.

Basically, it calls mainstream musical listeners idiots.

Good song.

So, we start to sing, and at this point, we’re trying to get her to stop crying, but also, admittedly, trying to drown her out.

So, we’re singing loud.

“It doesn’t matter what I say…as long as I sing with inflection…if it makes you feel I’ll convey…some inner truth of vast reflection…”

She is still crying.

But, it’s a little quieter.

“But I’ve said nothing so far…and I can keep it up, as long as it takes…and it don’t matter who you are…if I’m doing my job, it’s your resolve that breaks…”

She’s taking little breaks.

Like, she’s listening.

And so it continues until we get to the best part of the song.

You know the part.

Where he starts singing fast and when the song is new, everyone tries to memorize THIS part so you can seem cool when there are people around and you sing it and you know it all?

Yeah, that part.

And it makes no sense.

And she’s quiet.

And we finish.

And she’s asleep.

Next time she cried and we couldn’t get her to stop, we sang the crazy part, and she stopped.

Ten years and four kids later, we still sing Blues Traveler to our crying babies.

And it still works.

So, if you have a baby who won’t stop crying, click here.

It’ll change your life.

August 17, 2011

You Know You’re Tired When…

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…you fall asleep sitting on a cold, granite counter!

August 15, 2011

Anyone Care to Explain

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…why in a dollar store full of toys, where we went upon his adorable request, does my kid just want to play with the plungers?

August 11, 2011

Boardwalk Empire

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Last night we hit the boardwalk.

Actually, yesterday afternoon, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law drove down for the day and took Monkey Girl and Monkey in the Middle with them to the water park across the street from the Boardwalk, due to extra wristbands they had.  Then, we met up at the boardwalk and the monkeys and their cousins had almost 3 full hours of Boardwalk ridin’ fun.

They had a blast and there was a lot of “You go with those kids, I’ll go with these kids,” and I usually wound up with Baby Monkey and Tiny Monkey, so I don’t have many pictures to share, but I do have a few.

However, before sharing the cute ones of the kids, you must indulge me.

Perhaps you remember last year when I posted this post about the dead psychic on the Boardwalk?

Okay, technically, she wasn’t actually dead, since she opened her eyes soon after I snapped this shot.

Still, you see my penchant for snapping photos of people who aren’t members of the family if they strike me as…”interesting.”

Well, this woman was “interesting.”

She was wearing a tube-top, which in and of itself is not a rarity at the Jersey Shore.

However, stuck in between her cleavage, which was actually non-existent, based on the level to which the tube-top part of the “outfit” had fallen, was an ice pack.

Yes, it was hot, but ice pack out of the freezer in the cleavage hot?

I’m not so sure about that.

I was concerned that between the low-rise tube top and the weight of the ice pack, we’d soon be seeing a lot more than we bargained for.

So, interesting?

You betcha.

Then, Real Man shot this photo of me facing one of my biggest fears.

Okay, he was plastic, but as I’m typing this I am thinking about what I would have done if the “statue” had leaned over and started talking to me.

Now I have goosebumps.

Now I won’t sleep tonight.

Way to go.

Hopefully these cute shots of the monkeys and their cousins will help.

Probably not.

But, maybe.

August 9, 2011

Just Sayin’

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Last night, my parents decided to treat us to a dinner out.

We ate at a local Italian restaurant, here at the shore, and it was delicious.

So, I am not complaining about the meal.

At all.

However…

#1  If you are going to own a place of business with bathrooms for public use, just call them “Men” and “Women.”

I’d even be down with the more cutesy “Boys” and “Girls” or the refined “Gents” and “Ladies.”

However, when I gotta go, I gotta go, and I don’t need to be standing in front of two doors, one marked “Cappuccino” and the other “Espresso” and wondering which one is for me.

#2  Look, I get it.  Waiters and waitresses are busy waiting tables.  However, I do enough of this at home, and I don’t need to be the person who changes the toilet paper roll in your restaurant, too.

If it had just been once, I might be able to forgive, but we ate here last week, too, and guess who had to change the roll?  And, honestly, it happens to me everywhere I go…work, restaurants, friends houses, doctors offices…

And before you start in on my frequent trips to the bathroom and start imagining me as one of those pipe people from the commercials, keep in mind I have 4 kids who never have to “go” before we leave the house, but always need to “go” as soon as we get there.

So, the moral is…assign someone to paper duty, cuz I’m not your maid, too.

August 8, 2011

Someday

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Someday, I will not be covered in spit up when I go out in public.

Someday, I will eat a hot meal.

Someday, I will own a sedan.

Someday, there will be no fruit snacks in my house.

Someday, my tv won’t turn on to the Disney Channel, nor my radio to Radio Disney.

Someday, it won’t be routine to wipe someone’s bottom during my day.

Someday, Real Man and I will be able to have an entire conversation, uninterrupted.

Someday, I will not know the name of every SuperHero and their villainous counterpart.

Someday, I will walk through my house carefree, unconcerned about stepping on an unseen toy.

Someday, I won’t be too tired to stay up and watch late-night tv.

Someday, I’ll sleep in past 5:30.

Someday, there will be no messy little faces to clean up.

Someday, there will be no little hands to hold.

Someday, there will be no little sweaty heads to kiss.

Someday, there will be no little bodies to snuggle.

Someday, there will be no sweet little voices saying “I love you.”

Someday, Real Man’s lives and I will be our own.
Someday, I’m going to miss those babies so much, my heart will break.

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