Het Gaat Lijk Lukken Bakken

Well, for anyone keeping score, the Red Hot Velvet Cake with Cinnamon Buttercream recipe from Baked is definitely a keeper. It's available online here for anyone feeling indulgent. Definitely worthwhile to make and a bit unusual.

There has been a parade of dumb/demanding people in the office today. One called this AM for an appt because her dog was vomiting. Leslie double-booked her at 3:50. She calls at 3:45, still 20 miles away. And still insists that she must be seen tonight. *eye roll* Lady, this is not an emergency clinic. I'm not obligated to let you wander in the door whenever you damned well feel like it. She's here now. I'm not doing anything, but I'm going to wait for my 4:40 and make her cool her heels for a while. Just so we don't set the precedent that she can come in whenever she wants. Grrrr. And that has been a repeating pattern today. Topped only by the guy that showed up this AM with his dog for me to look at a cyst. He has no money, so he had somehow made a deal with the local humane society, that they would pay 1/3 of the cost, up to $150. In his head, this translated into him not needing to actually pay anything today. I turfed him. IT's not an emergency, and you are trying to pull a fast one.

In other news, there are at least 6 Irish Dance schools in the Greater D.C. area, including 2 in Manassas. Part of me wonders if it's too early to at least ask them how they feel about an Autistic student.

And, for whatever odd reason, Trone research sent me TWO Amazon reward certificates. And Amazon accepted both. So I get to do some Shoppin'!!

Actually, I have a bit of shoppin' to do. I still know what on Earth to get Anneliese for her B-day. Apparently Toys-R-Us has some mega sales on. I should go wander. In all my free time. But I hate to just get her something to get her something. I'd like to try to find something that will actually hold her interest for more than 2 weeks. *ponder*

No the living room isn't done yet. But I need to seize the opportunity of Mom taking Boo for an overnighter to paint her room.

So, which color combo?

Cool teals:



Or vibrant lavenders:



With a contrasting door and trim, natch.

Thoughts?

I'm still on the hunt for an aide for Anneliese. But I have a few new leads. I've contacted GVSU and Calvin. I've also found a couple of advocacy groups I didn't know existed. One for ASD specifically, and one for Developmentally Disabled people. So hopefully somebody will have something helpful to say.

John makes me pound my head sometimes. Note: If Rori gets up two hours early, then two hours before naptime assumes Baby Sleepy position (On tummy, butt in the air, little footies crossed) and fusses on the floor.... she's tired - put her down for a nap!!

Otherwise same ol', same ol'. Need to make more Gesso, get a Latin translation of the Court Barony text, and finish my costumer's ATCs.

I DID buy a couple of new knitting books:

This one may need to be cancelled for a while. It says "Ships in 2-3 weeks" but is listed as printing Nov 1 2009. So I'm not sure if it's in print yet or not.

I've wanted this for a while

This one is on the "want" list.

Hmmm, time to make the shopping list for Fiber Fest.

I outsmarted myself yet again, yesterday. I offered to take the girls out of the house so that John could clean, reasoning that since he had let the house get into that state, he could get it out.

So, I put Anneliese up front in the van with me, where she couldn't pull out Rori's pacifier, and off we went. Thus far, the plan worked well. Rori napped, Anneliese watched her DVD player, all was well. We arrived at the mall, and I unpacked all the baby gear necessary for an outing, then the baby, then Anneliese. As we walked into the mall, I thought to myself that I ought to have packed a spare outfit for Rori - the last two trips I'd taken with her in the stroller had gotten.... messy.

Sure enough, about 20 minutes later a massive baby blow out necessitated a complete change. *sigh* I changed her diaper, removed her adorable little leg warmers, and rolled up the soiled portion of her romper. Then upstairs we went to Gymboree, where a clearance sale was underway (lukcy for me). $4.79 later I was changing her into a clean, cute onesie. Soiled outfit went into the shopping back for biological containment.

Then to the bookstore, where I sent an elderly clerk in search of the Liffey Rivers series of books, to no avail. I wanted to shoulder her away from the screen and do the search myself - as search results are closely related to what you put into each field. *sigh*. I found them on line when I got home, here.

Still killing time, we wandered down to the Dairy Queen. I got a cone for Anneliese (who wants the cone, but not so much the ice cream). And a Blizzard for Rori and I. I frog-marched them over to a table, set down the ice cream, and went to sit the baby upright for easier feeding. Anneliese, not knowing the meaning of the word "patience," grabbed her cone, pulled it to her, and let go again - knocking it on the floor. I sighed, and picked it up to put in the trash. Cue Anneliese sobbing, as she only knew Momma had thrown away her treat - not understanding really that I was going to go get her another. So I picked up the other cup of ice cream - which I had set down in front of Rori - and she started sobbing - also deprived of ice cream. So the Parade of Woe hiked back to the DQ for another ice cream cone amid much weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Rori launched her pacifer, which was retrieved and returned, with significant trepidation, by a kind gentleman. By the time the interlude was over and everyone was again content, I had spent a slid 5 minutes - that felt like an eternity - being "that" mother with the weeping children that everyone looks askance at in silent horror and pity.

I shoulda stayed and cleaned the house!