Crazy from the heat

Our air conditioner motor did not show up yesterday because apparently it wasn’t actually in Austin but may have been in Bryan or perhaps the repairman is just taking a hiatus and doesn’t want to work this week. All I know is that I am sick and tired of our living room and kitchen feeling like the equivalent of living on the sun. It’s making me very irritable. So I spent most of yesterday in a bad mood that I’m going to blame on a dangerous cocktail of no air-conditioning and hormones. Ladies, your late thirties do not play around. Honestly, after I snapped at no less than three people by 9:30 a.m., I felt like I should quarantine myself. Preferably at a day spa where they serve wine all day.

Instead, I dropped Caroline off at soccer camp by 9:00 a.m. and then headed back home to spend a little bit of time catching up on my correspondence. In other words, I read blogs and Twitter and Facebook updates. In that time I discovered that Jake and Vienna have broken up which makes me so sad because what is the world coming to when fake publicity stunt relationships don’t last forever? It’s like all those helicopter rides and bungee-jumping dates don’t prepare people for the daily struggles involved when two people try to share their lives.

After I felt like I’d gotten a good grasp of current events, I drove over to Everything But Water to look at swimsuits. And there really isn’t anything else to say about that but BLARGH. The salesgirl sweetly asked me if I’d found anything as I walked toward the door empty handed and I explained they really didn’t have anything that would work for me. She insisted, “But we have so much cute stuff!” Yes, if I were seventeen years old and a size 00, they had some darling things. As soon as I step into some alternate universe that turns back the hands of time, I’ll go back and try again.

Sufficiently deflated and foul from the swimsuit experience, I journeyed to Target to pick up a few things. I bought a ten pack of paper towels, some Triscuits, dental floss, self-tanner, and five cans of antiperspirant for P because I know his love language is bulk purchases.

(I don’t know why I just shared what I bought at Target. It’s a new low.)

I picked up Caroline from soccer camp and we came home to eat lunch and huddle in the bedroom in search of cold air. Finally, around two o’ clock it was time for us to head to the theater to see Toy Story 3.

Yes, I cried. I’m not made of stone.

(Also, see mention of hormonal issues in the first paragraph.)

After the movie was over, Caroline tried to convince me that we should go to the pool and eat dinner. I said no because I still haven’t recovered from the mediocre nachos I ate there the day before and also because I just wanted to get home and get us settled in for the evening. This decision did not help me win friends and influence people, especially my daughter who declared, “BUT MAMA, IT’S TEN TIMES WORSER AT HOME WITHOUT ANY AIR-CONDITIONER”.

Which actually isn’t correct because it’s at least SEVENTY TIMES WORSER.

Last night I made chalupas in honor of the new kitchen color and also because the only thing I happened to have on hand were some corn tortillas, beans and cheese. For dessert I made homemade vanilla ice cream using the vanilla extract I bought in the Dominican Republic two and a half years ago, which makes everything extra delicious. I’m sad to report that I have approximately one teaspoon left in the bottle and then I’ll have to say goodbye to extra tasty baked goods until the next time I can visit the Dominican or bribe someone to bring me back a bottle.

The bottom line is we sat in the un-airconditioned living room last night and ate chalupas with a side of guacamole. Between the heat and the food and the bright turquoise kitchen it was just like being in Mexico. All we were missing was someone trying to sell us Chiclets while a mariachi band played and a burro walked through the kitchen for no apparent reason other than lax health code standards.

Boring and boring with a side of nothing

Here’s a quick list because I am tired and I’m hot. Also, if I tried to write about what we did yesterday it would read like this:

“We went to the pool. We ate some nachos while we were there. They weren’t very good. Then we came home, complained about how hot the house is without air-conditioning and went to bed. The end.”

Trust me, it’s better this way. Not much better, mind you, but better.

1. Does anyone else think that someone in charge of production of The Bachelorette this season went to Big Lots and found a bunch of big fur Elmer Fudd hats on sale?

2. Also, is it just me or is anyone else hoping they never hear the phrase “protect and guard your heart” ever again?

3. Lastly, did anyone else experience the need to bless Casey’s heart and then intermittently hide your face behind a pillow while whispering “No, no, no. Please, no.”

And then, dude, she left him on a glacier. That’s just cold, ABC, in every sense of the word.

4. If our air-conditioning repairman doesn’t show up with the motor later today, I’m driving to Austin myself to get it. And I’ll blast the air on high the whole way there. I can’t remember what it feels like to be cold.

5. Thank you for making me feel more secure about the new color in the kitchen. Now I can focus on obsessing over how to accessorize it.

6. My friend Julie bought me the new Courtyard Hounds CD and I love it.

7. There’s one last chance to win a $50 gift card from BlogHer over on my Tropicana Juicy Rewards page. Just click over here.

8. I think we might go see Toy Story 3 later today. I’m prepared that I might cry because I am a big old sap and Sunrise, Sunset and all that stuff. I have a feeling I should clean out the playroom one more time before we go because, otherwise, I might lose the ability to get rid of all those Barbies that have been played with approximately zero times.

Caroline has never been much of a Barbie girl. It’s hard for me to understand considering that I played with Barbies until about junior high and only gave them up for fear of being mocked.

8. If I could find one more great swimsuit for the summer I’d be so thankful, but I don’t know that I have the strength to endure the whole ordeal.

Speaking of strength, I’m going to wrap this off. I think we’ve all been bored enough.

Quisiera unos tacos, por favor

Caroline and I were at the pool on Thursday afternoon when my cell phone rang. It was P and he was calling to see if I’d noticed if the house felt hot before we left for the pool. I told him that I didn’t remember it being any hotter than usual but, considering it’s June in South Texas, everything feels hot. Hot is a way of life right now which makes me want to go back and kick the version of myself that complained about the cold this winter.

Unfortunately, it was truly hotter than usual because our air-conditioning had gone out. Thankfully we have two units. One controls the temperature in the bedrooms and the other controls the main living areas of the house and the one that was out was the unit that cools the main living areas. I’ve never been so grateful that we have a T.V. in our bedroom.

The repairman showed up on Friday morning and had my utmost sympathy as he climbed up into our attic because it is approximately the temperature of hell. After about five minutes he came down, looking like he was about to die, and showed me something that is apparently part of our air-conditioning unit . He launched into a lengthy explanation about the motor and the circuit board and I can’t remember what else because I wouldn’t have questioned him if he’d told me that the air-conditioning was powered by fairies. Sir, I don’t care what the problem is, just FIX IT PLEASE.

He went in search of a new motor and, in a last minute effort to make this already uninteresting tale of woe end sooner rather than later, the short version is that there isn’t a York air-conditioner motor to be found in the San Antonio city limits and it’s being shipped from Austin. And it will be here on Tuesday.

For those of you doing the math at home, that means we won’t have any a/c in the main areas of our house until Tuesday. The only upside is it’s given me a brilliant excuse to not cook for the last four days because “we shouldn’t turn on the oven because it will just heat up the kitchen”. That’s what you call making lemonade out of lemons. Which is actually the one thing I made over the course of the weekend.

However, because I am very focused and not easily distracted from my goals (unless I see something shiny or a Real Housewives marathon on Bravo) I spent all day Saturday painting the kitchen turquoise. I hated to do it, what with the whole idea of manual labor and no cool air, but P had already planned to take Caroline and some friends down to the ranch so I had the whole day to paint without a “helper”.

So I went to Lowe’s and bought a gallon of an Eddie Bauer color called Sea Breeze, five different paintbrushes, blue painters tape, and plastic dropcloths to cover the floor. P set up a box fan for me in the kitchen before he left and I spent the rest of the day painting my little heart out.

At the end of the day, the color is somewhere between a box from Tiffany’s and Taco Cabana, leaning a little more towards the Taco Cabana side. If I’m totally honest, it’s a little brighter than what I wanted but not nearly as bright as it looks in these pictures because holy bean and cheese tacos.

My long term goals involve finding some big pieces of white pottery to place on top of the cabinets. Maybe something like this pitcher along with some bowls and whatever else I happen to find.

And then I may do some window mistreatments out of some kind of retro-looking fabric like this pattern from Amy Butler.

I also found these Thomas Paul plates that I think would look so cute hanging on the wall somewhere, but then I’d need to go with a simpler fabric for the windows or just leave them plain or maybe hang the plates above the windows and oh my word you’re getting a live look inside my brain and it’s very crowded in there.

photo from babygadget

Or maybe I’ll just hang a neon pink sign that reads “Estamos abiertos las 24 horas del día”.

I think I need a little time to adjust to the new color and decide if it works. Especially considering I’ve never been good with change of any kind. And, if I ultimately decide it’s too bright, I’ll repaint it a lighter shade in the fall because painting is like childbirth. You have to forget the pain before you’re ready to do it again.