Originally posted by Terrah
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I remember S7 Kate1013, It seems such a long time ago now, but I do remeber the anti's not liking this.
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I just wanted to dust off my old ani, I have not looked at my old photobucket account for a long time.
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I just wanted to dust off my old ani, I have not looked at my old photobucket account for a long time.
Yeah baby!
Originally posted by Akamaimom
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Maybe Sam and Jack CAUSED the Earthquake. Hmmm? I like that explanation!
I haven't been here in WAY too long--family came to visit, and then getting the kids ready for school, and doctor's appointments are getting more frequent (only 9 weeks to go! Yikes!) and I've been looking longingly at the link on my favorites bar every day, but haven't had a moment to hop into the discussion. Thanks for carrying on and giving me a lovely time in catching up, people! I appreciate it!
By the way, I had a funny thing happen to me the other day, which I will spoiler because it's looooooooooong:
Anyway, we got our two year old out of his crib and took it apart and hid it, then put him in the big boy bed in his room. We had such a problem with him getting out and coming back downstairs that we turned the lock around on the door, which got me in MAJOR trouble on Thursday. I had put him down for a nap in his room and then went about my business. I had the baby monitor on, so I heard when he woke up. I hadn't locked the door, so I kept telling him to just get out, but he didn't, so I went up to his room to get him out of bed. While I was in there, I did a little cleaning while he was playing with his toys, and turned around to look at him just in time to see him turn the lock on the outside of the door and then close it. Now, I had no key (it's one of those little holes in the knob that you can open with a little tiny blade screwdriver or key specially made for the door), no cell phone, and my kids had to be picked up from school in a few hours. And I was locked in this room with no way out! I tried to force the door open, but it didn't work.
I looked out the window, but there wasn't anyone there, and it's a second story window, so it's not like I could jump out. Even if I could jump (seventh months pregnant. . .), all the outside doors were locked, anyway. So, I looked around and tried to find something to get me out of the room. I found some playing cards and tried to fit them into the doorframe to slip the closer thingy open, but that didn't work. I found a wicker basket that had wicker about the same size as the door knob hole, so I ripped a piece off and tried to form the end into a blunt screwdriver-like edge, but the wicker wasn't strong enough. I pulled a few steel picture hangers out of the wall and unbent them so that they were flat and straight and could go into the hole, but they were just too big to go in. The nails were too pointy and too short. All the toys in there were baby toys, but I found a baby plastic hammer and a long hard skinny toy and tried to pound the hinges out of the door, but they weren't strong enough, and the door had been painted, so the paint was making it hard to get the hinges out.
Finally, I found a plastic hanger that had a secondary hanger on it for pants--the kind that slips over the pointy curved hanger part and rests on the top of the other hanger (does that make any sense?). It had these straight plastic pieces on the top part that I worked free very carefully so that I didn't compromise the shape of the plastic. It took about twenty minutes to half an hour to get it off. Then I chewed on the end of it to blunt the edge and knelt in front of the door to see if it would work.
Now, remember that I had to get the kids from school. My mind immediately goes to the worst case scenario in times like these, and so I was thinking that if I didn't get the kids, the first person the school would call would be my best friend. She'd go get them, bring them home, and find that my car was there, but that I wasn't answering the door. I have a history while I'm pregnant of passing out and having hemorrhaging problems, so I imagined that she would think that I was having a health issue, call 911, and the firefighters and police would force the door open to make sure I was okay, only to find that I was stuck upstairs in my kid's room because I'd turned the lock around to lock him into his room at night. Seeing that, they would determine that I was an unfit parent, and then the would call CPS and my kids would be taken away.
This is what I'm thinking as I'm kneeling and trying to use a piece of plastic hanger that I've been chewing on to get the door open. So, I'm praying of course, and working on the door, and Josh comes up to me and says, "Hey mom." "Yes, Josh?" And he sticks out his little fist and says, "Fist bump!" I about died. I worked with the plastic hanger piece for about half an hour with no luck until I finally said one more prayer, jammed the plastic piece in, and turned the handle upward with all my strength. It simply clicked open. Success!!
Later, I was having a chocolate party at my house (my brother's girlfriend sells Lindt chocolate at home parties), and I told the story, and one of my friends said, "You totally MacGyvered your way out!" I said, "Well, I more thinking Carter on the Prometheus, but I'll take MacGyver." I totally missed all of you, because you would have understood! My friend didn't get me at all!
By the way, don't be surprised if that little episode shows up in an S/J fic if I ever find time to write again. . .
I haven't been here in WAY too long--family came to visit, and then getting the kids ready for school, and doctor's appointments are getting more frequent (only 9 weeks to go! Yikes!) and I've been looking longingly at the link on my favorites bar every day, but haven't had a moment to hop into the discussion. Thanks for carrying on and giving me a lovely time in catching up, people! I appreciate it!
By the way, I had a funny thing happen to me the other day, which I will spoiler because it's looooooooooong:
Spoiler:
Anyway, we got our two year old out of his crib and took it apart and hid it, then put him in the big boy bed in his room. We had such a problem with him getting out and coming back downstairs that we turned the lock around on the door, which got me in MAJOR trouble on Thursday. I had put him down for a nap in his room and then went about my business. I had the baby monitor on, so I heard when he woke up. I hadn't locked the door, so I kept telling him to just get out, but he didn't, so I went up to his room to get him out of bed. While I was in there, I did a little cleaning while he was playing with his toys, and turned around to look at him just in time to see him turn the lock on the outside of the door and then close it. Now, I had no key (it's one of those little holes in the knob that you can open with a little tiny blade screwdriver or key specially made for the door), no cell phone, and my kids had to be picked up from school in a few hours. And I was locked in this room with no way out! I tried to force the door open, but it didn't work.
I looked out the window, but there wasn't anyone there, and it's a second story window, so it's not like I could jump out. Even if I could jump (seventh months pregnant. . .), all the outside doors were locked, anyway. So, I looked around and tried to find something to get me out of the room. I found some playing cards and tried to fit them into the doorframe to slip the closer thingy open, but that didn't work. I found a wicker basket that had wicker about the same size as the door knob hole, so I ripped a piece off and tried to form the end into a blunt screwdriver-like edge, but the wicker wasn't strong enough. I pulled a few steel picture hangers out of the wall and unbent them so that they were flat and straight and could go into the hole, but they were just too big to go in. The nails were too pointy and too short. All the toys in there were baby toys, but I found a baby plastic hammer and a long hard skinny toy and tried to pound the hinges out of the door, but they weren't strong enough, and the door had been painted, so the paint was making it hard to get the hinges out.
Finally, I found a plastic hanger that had a secondary hanger on it for pants--the kind that slips over the pointy curved hanger part and rests on the top of the other hanger (does that make any sense?). It had these straight plastic pieces on the top part that I worked free very carefully so that I didn't compromise the shape of the plastic. It took about twenty minutes to half an hour to get it off. Then I chewed on the end of it to blunt the edge and knelt in front of the door to see if it would work.
Now, remember that I had to get the kids from school. My mind immediately goes to the worst case scenario in times like these, and so I was thinking that if I didn't get the kids, the first person the school would call would be my best friend. She'd go get them, bring them home, and find that my car was there, but that I wasn't answering the door. I have a history while I'm pregnant of passing out and having hemorrhaging problems, so I imagined that she would think that I was having a health issue, call 911, and the firefighters and police would force the door open to make sure I was okay, only to find that I was stuck upstairs in my kid's room because I'd turned the lock around to lock him into his room at night. Seeing that, they would determine that I was an unfit parent, and then the would call CPS and my kids would be taken away.
This is what I'm thinking as I'm kneeling and trying to use a piece of plastic hanger that I've been chewing on to get the door open. So, I'm praying of course, and working on the door, and Josh comes up to me and says, "Hey mom." "Yes, Josh?" And he sticks out his little fist and says, "Fist bump!" I about died. I worked with the plastic hanger piece for about half an hour with no luck until I finally said one more prayer, jammed the plastic piece in, and turned the handle upward with all my strength. It simply clicked open. Success!!
Later, I was having a chocolate party at my house (my brother's girlfriend sells Lindt chocolate at home parties), and I told the story, and one of my friends said, "You totally MacGyvered your way out!" I said, "Well, I more thinking Carter on the Prometheus, but I'll take MacGyver." I totally missed all of you, because you would have understood! My friend didn't get me at all!
By the way, don't be surprised if that little episode shows up in an S/J fic if I ever find time to write again. . .
BTW. We missed ya too. **hugs** Good to have you back.
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