Pet Peeve #2

"Simon Says"

This pet peeve involves songs that tell you how to dance to them. Some examples are obvious - The Hokey Pokey is never fun, especially if you are wearing roller skates and trying to put your whole self in and out. The song should be called The Recipe for Disaster. But I digress.
Other songs don't actually tell you what to do, but they are choreographed - The Macarena, That Funky Chicken song, line dancing in general. I am still scarred from my 8th grade PE unit on line dancing. What I learned from that unit was to burn both calories and my dignity all to the catchy tune of "Achy Breaky Heart."
Then there is the insidious class of songs that people have created imaginary choreography for. I was driving around on my lunch break yesterday when "Rock Lobster" came on the radio. It's a catchy tune with amusing lyrics. I was enjoying the song, and the flashback to my teen years, when the song got to that part where they say "Down, down, down, down, etc." My pleasant flashback turned to horror as I pictured everyone around me at a church dance sinking down to lie on the floor at that particular point in the song. I always hated when everyone did that. Why? Because for the first thing, I don't like lying on cultural hall floors especially while wearing a dress. Two, I am contrary by nature. You say "black" and I'll say "white." Everyone lies on the floor and I just don't want to join in. I am not a joiner by nature. Same thing with CrissCross wanting me to "Jump Jump" or the Village People and spelling letters with my arms.

p.s. You are probably thinking, "But Lindsay, what about square dancing? You didn't mention square dancing." Well, I don't have much experience with square dancing except for once in 6th grade when we square danced one night at camp. It was a lot of fun, but mostly just because I got to hold hands with some cute boys.

Pet Peeve #1

"Roy G. Biv"

It totally bugs me when my boss sends me multicolored emails instead of spending time doing something useful like answering the phone or helping a customer. I'm used to my boss spending most of the day in her office, but I try to assume she is doing something important. However today I received a very colorful email from her. And I mean colorful literally. She emphasized her various points by making them all different colors and fonts. This was not just visually disconcerting but also infuriating as well. More so because it wasn't the first time. I wonder what our customers waiting in long lines for service would think if they knew the store manager was sitting in the back creating multicolored emails.

"Crazy" August Update

To arms! To arms!

The Stewart house has been under attack. We usually have the occasional ant invasion but the last couple of days have been ridiculous. The ants are everywhere. Mom spent pretty much all today just fighting ants. We think the problem is that Mom sprayed around outside the entire house and now all of the ants are trapped in the house and have no choice but to come out into the open. We are all going a little crazy.

The other thing increasing our craziness is the late arrival of baby girl Stewart. We are accustomed to the grandbabies coming early so we have been eagerly awaiting the baby's arrival since early last week. Now that we are several days past the due date we are going a little crazy. The phone rang tonight and Dad said, "Maybe Chelsea's having the baby." Anyone who knows Dad knows how unusual it is for him to even notice the phone is ringing, let alone want to answer it. Chelsea is handling the delay the best out of any of us. We went to the movies and out to eat on Saturday and she was still comfortable. Brandon even got her to go to an Angels game tonight. I think he was just hoping the baby would be born at the stadium and he would get permanent season tickets.

The other crazy thing is that we have been getting use to Ryan crutching and wheeling around the house. Most of you probably know, but Ryan was in a pretty severe biking accident last month and had surgery on his shattered tibia. Mom and Dad were up in Utah with him for awhile and then brought him to recuperate for about a week. It has been good to have him home for a bit. We have had some fun giving him a hard time. Brandon has been calling him "Tiny Tim" and Mom and I had fun getting him to open and shut her bedroom door over and over while we rested comfortably on her bed. He's been a really good sport and I will miss him a lot when he goes back to school on Wednesday.

Here are some pictures of his gnarly staples:

The yellow on Ryan's leg is actually bruising. He won't be able to put any weight on his leg for 3 months, so next semester should be pretty interesting for him. Especially since he lives in a 3 story condo.

I'll try to post some pictures of the baby once she finally comes.