The Queen's Rambles

If you haven’t heard by now, there was a very unexpected earthquake in our area at 5 am. Looking at the map, I can see the epicenter was across the street from my babysitter’s house. Meaning it was less than 1/4 of a mile from our house. We felt it, but we weren’t even sure if it was really an earthquake. I was feeding Elsa, felt the bed vibrate, and told Mike I thought we were having an earthquake. He told me to go back to sleep.

I’m hearing from local friends that a lot of them jumped out of bed and ran to their kids’ rooms. Or they got up because they couldn’t sleep. Or they ran around like maniacs.

Duh. I never even thought to go check on Erik. I am not good in an emergency. I did briefly think that I was glad we didn’t have anything hanging over our beds.

Other than that today has been non-eventful. We had a MOMS club brunch and Erik had swim class. Big excitment.

Erik no longer watches DVDs in the van. This is good except for one small problem–country songs are not necessarily appropriate for four year olds. One of the really popular songs out right now goes “Rain makes corn/corn makes whiskey/whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky.” Erik has latched right onto that, but since he doesn’t have a baby he sings “whiskey makes my mother feel a little frisky.” And no, I have no idea why he is calling me his mother instead of his mommy.

Can you imagine if I drank a shot of whiskey? I suppose since most of you have never met me and know nothing about my alcohol consumption (there is none), you don’t know that a shot of whiskey would knock me out cold. There would be no friskiness.

In other non-related news, I HATE selling used crap. No wonder I give everything away on freecycle. I feel like I can’t just give these diapers away since the ones I want to get rid of are barely used. I hate bargaining. I’ve finally figured out that if I put a price a few dollars more than I really want I can bargain and not feel ripped off. But then there are the people who want something for nothing.

One lady has been e-mailing me all freakin’ day long about these two diapers. She basically wants them for nothing and keeps telling me I’m not giving her a chance. A chance for WHAT??? She has a chance. Just like anyone she could paypal me the amount of money I want and I would happily send her the diapers. She has tried everything to get these diapers from me, asking me if I would just sell the pockets and not the inserts, if I would double the amount of inserts, if I would send it the cheapest shipping (that was already my plan), if I would not do delivery confirmation (ummm. . . NO!). Ugh. I am thinking about putting my next batch of outgrown diapers on Craigslist so I don’t even have to deal with shipping. We shall see.

I guess baby needs me. She’s slept all day so I hope that doesn’t mean we are in for a long night!