Monday, June 29, 2009

Why I am Going to Bed at 9:30 pm Tonight

Saturday- pulled a float in a parade. Yes. Pulled. A float with kids on it.
Went grocery shopping. Spent $160, saved $44 using coupons, plus qualified for a free tank of gas.
Took Little to a pick your own cherry farm. Picked 10.5 lbs of cherries. That's a lot of freaking cherries. Oh yeah, and took the dog too.
Stopped by the Sweet Tooth Fairy for a va-nie-illa cupcake to celebrate Nie's birthday. Let me just say, Little and I haven't stopped talking about those cupcakes since. Totally lived up to the hype!
Got home, changed clothes, took a fast shower, and left for the Real Salt Lake Game.
Watched the most awesome Real game this year.
Walked the dog.
Watched JONAS.
Had "girl time" with Little.
Pitted and sliced approximately 5 lbs of cherries. That's a lot of freaking cherries. 
Got to bed very very late.
Got me and the kid up for 8:30 am church.
Came home made 2 from scratch cherry pies.
Watched Princess Protection Program.
Had a random dog run in our house and scare the crap out of me, the cats, and Little. Our very protective dog has never barked so loud before!
Said goodbye to Little.
Got a very very short nap in.
Went to choir practice.
Got home close to 10 pm, cleaned some of the kitchen.
Could not for the life of me get any sleep.
Watched random shows on hulu.
Finally fell asleep around 1:30 am,
Woke up at 4:30 am  thanks to oppressive heat, a kitten, and a brain on overload.
Finally gave in and just got up and walked the dog at 6.
Worked, worked, worked until 3.
Took a cherry pie to a neighbor. 
Picked up Little.
Did our thing. Went to the Hannah Montana movie. Have I mentioned I am now a teen pop expert? And I can do the Hoedown Throwdown? I really need a place to use that skill besides my car.
Had the following conversation:
Erin: I'm going to run back in the cafe and grab a napkin. 
Little: Leave your phone, I'm going to do the Twittering for us. 
Erin: Do you know how to use Twitter on my blackberry?
Little (giving me the "duh face"): Of course. And people need to know what I'm doing. 
Erin: I've created a monster. 
Little: Don't forget the napkins. 
(end conversation)
Got awesome news that a very deserving friend got a job!
Got home at 8 pm, had strange experience with sheriff's department. (Its a former dispatcher thing. If you call 911 and tell them "I'm a former EMT and dispatcher. Do you mind if I speak frankly?" Trust me, they let you be honest and frank, and will call you back multiple times.)
Quote of the day: If it is a prison outbreak, we will give you a call back and let you know. If we can't find him, we may call for additional information.
Um... Ok?
Walked the dog.
Got in bed with the laptop and 2 movies and said "goodnight moon."

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Sometimes you just have to believe in Divine Intervention...

... either that, or that Misty and I manage to attract the strangest experiences together.

I'm willing to say that I believe that tonight was Divine Intervention.

Let me start at the beginning of the night!

I invited Misty out for a girls night of Curry in a Hurry and a movie in SLC. I grabbed our food en route, picked her up, and we rushed (because I was running late) to the movie. We bought our tickets, where I swear to you I would never have intentionally bought front row, floor level tickets, and that there wasn't a completely empty row 2 rows above us, and rushed inside the theater.

When we got inside, having snuck our incredibly stinky curry in with us, we realized that we had bought seats in the handicapped row, and that everyone would see our contraband curry. So we moved up a few rows and sat in someone else's seats. (for those who don't know, most of the big theaters in Utah have assigned seating.) I do recall seeing the woman in a red shirt in a wheelchair right in front of us. Or right next to where we should have been sitting.

We saw "My Sister's Keeper." And all I can say is, this movie is beautifully done and very touching. It will not be for everyone. In fact, if you do go, take a box of Kleenex with you. This is the first movie I have ever seen where I actually audibly sobbed during the movie. I started crying about 10 minutes in, and didn't stop crying the entire movie. When we left the movie, my eyes were actually sore and puffy from all the wiping and tears. I wasn't alone. It was one very very sad and touching film.

So to cheer ourselves up we went for some Ben and Jerry's and girl chat around the fountains. It was fun and dandy.

Did I mention that I was wearing my beloved white cotton linen shirt, skinny (and too long for me) jeans, and 3 inch hot pink pin-up girl heels? This is a key detail later.

While we were enjoying the water fountain and girl talk the thunderheads moved closer and the wind picked up. So we headed for the car. We got to the car dry and fine, but by the time we got the car out of the garage, it was a full on downpour. Yet another massive torrential rainstorm, Utah style.

We were in no rush to get anywhere, and I hate driving in such crappy visibility. So I suggested we turn down a small street, pull over, and just wait for the storm to pass us by. These storms never last that bad for more than 10 -15 minutes. Misty agreed, so I turned.

Up till this point the story sounds fine, right? But here's how things should have gone down. I shouldn't have been running late to pick her up. We should have had time to eat outside in the sun. We should have had time to pay more attention to our tickets and bought better seats. And really, Misty doesn't live that far from the theater, so I don't know why I felt so compelled to just pull over and wait this storm out. It would have been just as easy to go to her house and wait out the storm inside.

Remember this though- Divine Intervention. Sometimes God just wants you in a certain place at a certain time. This was one of those days.

After I pulled onto a side road I realized I was nearby a little office space I am interested in. So I drove painfully slow down that street looking for it. I should have known full well that I was a block off. I shouldn't have accidentally turned down an obvious garage ramp and had to back out. And heaven only knows (truly) what compelled me to pull over in a no parking zone, right next to a perfectly good parking lot, to wait out the storm.

And I pulled over and turned off the car, just in time for a woman in a red shirt in a motorized wheelchair to cross in front of us, and have her wheelchair go completely dead, blocking my car.

Do you think it was purely by coincidence that that many little things all came in to play at that moment? And that it was an accident that the girl in the wheelchair would get caught in a bad nasty storm unexpectedly, and have her chair go dead in front of a car with 2 trained EMT's in it?

Misty- wearing a black windbreaker and running shoes- jumped out to go see if she could help. I grabbed a hoodie from the backseat and put it on first, not wanting my white linen shirt in the rain to get me arrested for indecent exposure. But it looked like Misty had it under control. The chair moved again. And then it stopped, further blocking my car. At that point I felt bad for this woman getting absolutely pelted in the hard blowing rain. I jumped out and gave her my hoodie. Misty told me the chair was dead, because the electrical components don't work well when they get wet.

There was only one thing to do. Put the girl in my car, and load the wheelchair in the hatchback, and take her home. Why not? We were both drenched already.

So, we assured her she just happened to get stuck with 2 qualified EMT's who knew how to help lift and move her. Her legs are tiny, and she had braces on her legs. She was wearing shoes, but I'm not sure that she had feet. Standing, she barely came up to my chin. We got her into the car, and began wrestling with the very heavy and expensive chair. Did you know those suckers cost $20K??

We also quickly realized that the chair weighs a good 400 lbs. And that we were never going to be able to lift it alone. Especially not with me wearing 3 inch hot pink hooker heels. I kicked off my shoes, with my pants now dragging the ground, and ran into the completely full parking lot looking for help. I saw 3 luxury cars, all with women in them, and not one would make eye contact with me. I'm sure I looked a complete fright. I was soaked to the bone, wearing a mostly see-thru white dripping shirt, and jeans that were getting wetter by the second, and I was barefoot. Not to mention, who wants to roll down their window for the crazy barefoot girl running in the pelting rain??

I ran back over to Misty and we tried in vain again. That's when the limo drove up. Because what else could make this story better than a limousine, right? Sorry, no rich or fancy people got out of the back and came to our rescue. Instead, a limo driver, waiting for his customer to come out of the restaurant by us, rolled down his window to see if he could help. With him, we were able to lift the chair into the back of my car. Misty sat in the back of the open hatchback and held on to make sure it didn't go anywhere. The limo followed, and I drove the stranger in the wheelchair home (barefoot).

She only lived 2 blocks away. Hardly an inconvenience at all! Now, getting her dead wheelchair out of the car was a trick, but we did it. The limo driver even pulled out the biggest golf umbrella I have ever seen to hold over us as we slowly pushed her wheelchair into the building. The chair was still refusing to work after getting wet. The driver left, and Misty and I went to work getting the girl back n her apartment, and trying to dry the chair out with a blowdryer. By the time we left, the chair would start, but wouldn't really move. We think some air drying will solve it. At least, we hope so!

We got to know the girl for a few minutes, while we stood there dripping on her carpets. Yes, she would have been sitting next to us had we not snuck our dinner into the theater. She told us how last night she had prayed that she could make new friends, and how this was the last way she thought it would ever happen. And she told us how when you have a disability, you just have to roll with the punches when crazy things like this happen to you. You have to learn to accept help from total strangers. You have to figure out what to do when you are stuck in a bad storm. You have to take walking lessons and physical therapy for years so you can learn to use a walker, in case your wheelchair ever breaks down on you.

Misty and I enjoyed chatting with her, but were both getting a little chilled by that point. Not to mention, my car was very illegally parked. So we excused ourselves and left. And I still feel awful that I didn't get her last name or a phone number. But I bet I could convince Misty to go back with me next week and make a surprise visit on her. Maybe we can take her to a movie, and get some ice cream?

Say what you will, and think what you might. But I believe in Divine Intervention, and that there are no coincidences.

Friday, June 26, 2009

And now for something NOT about MJ

I discovered this priceless gem of a video today. It may not be funny dancing, but it did make me smile, and the kids are adorable. So here is your "happy dance" video of the day, sans the dancing.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Little Lady Lessons

For the past few months, "Little" and I have been discussing holding some "Little Lady Etiquette Lessons." These aren't necessarily for her. But because she and I have both noticed a serious lack in certain manners in a lot of the girls that we know. And now that summer is finally here, it is time for me to actually plan out what should be taught.

Right now I'm thinking-
Formal table manners- how to chew with your mouth closed, which tableware to use, and when, how to properly pass and request items at the table, etc.
Hygiene- how often a girl should shower once she's reached a certain point in life, how to properly dispose of feminine products, how often you should change panties, etc.
High Heels, Crossing Your Legs, and How to Avoid Pulling a Britney- granted, I won't call it "pulling a Britney" when I explain to the girls how to get out of a car without flashing your goodies.
Nail care- how to keep their fingernails nice and clean

Am I missing anything? We're going to have girls UNDER 13 years old. So we'll not be discussing how to talk to boys (like I could really teach that class anyway), and proper dating behaviors.

Little and I are thinking we should have a slumber party for our etiquette lessons. I'm thinking we have a little lady bootcamp at night, a silly girly movie, sleep, and then in the morning a little fashion show, or tea party with their mothers where they can show off their new skills.

Anyone want to send me their 7-13 year olds? (Jules- we can make an age exception for Andi if you think she would want to come too.)

Monday, June 22, 2009

Drum Roll Please...

You know what? This is such a big happy moment, I think it deserves a happy dance. Please pause for the Dance of Joy! (yes, its a repeat, but really, is this not the best Dance of Joy EVER??)

Now, for the reason that we do the dance of joy!

As of 6:15 pm today, I finally - FINALLY - finished my foster care application! The whole thing is finally done. The physical, the background check, the fingerprinting, the paperwork, even getting the cashier's check! FINALLY! Now, assuming I can find stamps somewhere in my house tomorrow, they will go out in tomorrow's mail!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Back By Popular Demand - The McBride Family Tribute to Dad

In case you missed it, this is the same post we ran last year for Father's Day. Its back by popular demand (by my sisters who probably also sent belated gifts to our dad!)

Dear Dad,

For Father's Day we got together and decided to show you all of the ways we are glad you are our father. This is far from a complete list of everything you have done for us. But we hope you enjoy the pictures and the memories with us!

Erin, Natalie, and Steph (and Scott, even though we didn't ask for his input)

Thanks for never being embarrassed to have fun with us.
Thanks for teaching us the chicken song. It comes in handy at dinner parties.

Thank you for always calling me your little princess.

Thank you for letting me think the cats were buried by I-66. Even though I don't know why that is a comforting thought.

Thank you for always reading with us. Even when you were tired.

Thanks for making our house the coolest in the neighborhood by being the first one with a "tramp."

(Sorry about the leg.)

Thanks for not noticing my hippie phase.

Thanks for providing me with music lessons.

Thank you for supporting us in Voices and all of our other choirs.

Thank you for putting me in sports.

And dance classes! (pictures withheld so as to not create jealousy amongst the internet masses)

Thank you so much for all of the great Christmases.

Thank you for paying for all the pretty dresses!

Thank you for paying for the car insurance. It's probably getting expensive!

Thank you for taking us to Disney World- twice! And for all the great family vacations. We had some great ones!

Thank you for all the trips to Kings Dominion. And for getting Mom to try one ride each year.

Thanks for the cute baby brother and sister. And thanks for keeping them once the novelty wore off.

Thank you for always loving our mom. And for giving her a big noisy kiss every day when you came home.

Thank you for all the nights you played the guitar and sang to us. And for teaching us every word to every oldies song ever.

Thanks for always posing for the funny pictures.

Thank you for supporting me in all my trips to Europe, even when they were bad ideas.

Thanks for trying to be interested in all of our crazy activities and new ideas.

Thanks you for letting us experience being treated like royalty in San Antonio.

Thanks for all the cute pets! Even the ones you never liked much. (But they all loved you!)

Thanks for all the times you drove us to be with our cousins. And thanks for teaching us to love them and be friends with them.

Thank you for giving me a wedding and a honeymoon to Hawaii. And for sacrificing all your frequent flyer miles for us.

Thank you for letting me wear the blue cast to the wedding. - Steph

Thanks for taking us to fun dinners for our birthdays and other occasions.

Thank you for taking us to cool movie premieres.

I don't know anyone else who can say they have seen all 6 Star Wars films in the same theater. But I have! And I have seen them all with my dad! - Erin

Thanks for standing in line for HOURS so we could see this one on opening day at the coolest theater (hey- same place we saw all of the Star Wars too!)

Thanks for the horseback riding lessons.

Thanks for the horse.- Steph

Thanks for getting us through to graduation! Even when for some (ahem) of us it seemed impossible.

Thanks for supporting me through all of my schooling, major changes, career changes, and more.

Thank you for helping us do things we have always wanted!

Thank you for always sending us to EFY.

Thank you for being a good Papa.

Thank you for teaching us to be friends with each other.

Thank you for our special nicknames (and whistles). Thank you for everything, Dad. We love you! There just isn't enough room or pictures to show all of the things we are grateful for.

Happy Father's Day!

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