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I'm starting to think my kid has a real good reason to be afraid of the ice cream truck.
He's been coming everyday for three weeks, and somehow, by luck or something, he comes during my son's nap time.
This can be a bit frightening, when a child can be expected to be awakened by the sound of his worst nightmare everytime he lies down for a rest.
The really frustrating part is that I can't work around the Ice Cream Man's schedule. I have tried everything I can think of. I put my son down earlier or later for a nap, and he still comes during it. I've tried waiting until after the man comes to do the nap thing, but then he'll wait until I have no choice but to put Jesse in bed, because he's so tired. The next thing we know, the strains of a weirdly demented "Turkey in the Straw" can be heard coming up the street.
Monday was one of these days. I waited as long as I could, but had to finally put Jesse in bed. I got my mail key and headed outside to the mailbox, only to hear the music in the distance. I turned around and went in my son's room, thinking I'd just lie with him until the truck had passed.
20 minutes later, I could still hear the music, and it wasn't moving. It was far enough away that it could only be heard faintly, but close enough to warn my son of what was coming.
I patted him gently as he lay there, wide eyed and terrified, but he must have gotten used to the music because he started to drift off. I climbed out of his bed and went in the living room, and THEN the stupid truck decided to finish it's route up my street. I walked back into my son's room as he was bolting up in his bed, and beginning to cry. I sat with him until the truck went by once, and waited for it to make it's turn at the end of the cul-de-sac (about 20-30 yards away) and come back.
20 minutes later, it was still at the end of the cul-de-sac.
Now, I KNOW he wasn't serving kids during those times, because I looked out the window. He also turns the music down when he has a customer. What he was doing was sitting there with the music playing while he drank a beer or something, just waiting for some little kid to wear his mom down and make her get him an ice cream.
Anyway, my son was beginning to fall asleep again, and I was getting tired of laying in a toddler bed with my legs hanging in the floor. I got up and walked into the living room again, and waited. The ice cream man wasn't coming. I took the mail key again, began to walk outside AGAIN, and, you guessed it....
"Turkey in the straw, la la la-laaaa..."
Back into my son's room I went, to comfort him back to sleep.
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Now, I don't always rush to my son's side the minute he whimpers. But I am very protective over this deal, because the Truck passes RIGHT outside my son's window, and is very loud. I have never seen him more afraid of anything, and he's a pretty wimpy kid, I'll be honest.
Yesterday, the truck came during Jesse's nap as usual, but so early on that he wasn't able to get enough rest. So, I was forced to put him down for a second nap later in the day. Now, if you can't guess what happened next, you haven't been paying attention.
That's right. The Ice Cream Man came twice that day.
He drives by so slowly, I'm thinking he's gotta be desperate for a drug fix or something. We've only bought ice cream from him once (quite a while ago) and he had the nerve to ask for a tip. My husband said, "I just paid you out of a can of pennies. What makes you think I can afford a tip?"
Besides, it's not like this guy works for The Man, or anything. I think the ice cream truck deal is a franchise or something like that. Every cent profit goes into his pocket.
The guy is a freak. He's a white boy, but he raps while he's talking. He's definitely on something, and he creeps me out. So I'm not thinking I'm going to attempt to ask him kindly if he can stop his music when he's near my front door. I mean, it IS his livelyhood we're talking about. I really do understand that.
So, for the first time in my life, I find myself trying to think of a way to commit a quiet murder and get away with it.
The best thing I've come up with is to train in the art of Ninjutsu, buy a blow gun and a pair of gloves, sit on the roof of the apartment complex, pop him one as he's leaving my neighborhood, and do several awesome backflips across the rooftops. Then I can disappear into the woods, leaving the evidence behind and, moving quickly through the shadows, slip around the building and into my frontdoor.
Considering the margin of error, the chance of this working is probably like 0.0000056%, or somewhere in that neighborhood.
Not to mention that by the time I'm finished with my training, my son will be comforting HIS child when the freak drives by, and then it will be his problem.
But what do I do in the meantime?
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Can you put him down for a nap in a bedroom that's farther back in the house? Poor little guy. Hopefully he'll outgrow it soon. Operaetta is scared to death of thunder even though she's old enough to understand that it doesn't hurt her, etc. Usually I just do the same as you - comfort her till it's gone. By the way, one day you'll look back at this and laugh, I mean - I'm laughing right now.
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Poor little guy. Can you put him down for a nap in a bedroom that's farther from the street? I would also try playing some soft classical music.
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Wow, I THOUGHT that seemed like too many posts for the two minutes it was up.
I live in an apartment, which runs along the road. Every room has a window facing the street.
And I didn't see the beer, that was my "humorous" attempt at guessing what he was doing, since he made such a spectacular impression upon us at our first meeting. It could have just been a Coke.
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No, with your luck the ice cream man would drive over them right outside your house and wait for three and a half hours with his music playing for the two-truck guy.
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*cough* First off I suggested music first. Twice in fact. And second off, I'm feeling alone and neglected with Annie gone. I want recognition! *acting like a two-year-old graemlin*
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Hobbes, I was responding to you when I mentioned the music. The "I didn't think of that" was in response to the waiting for two-and-a-half hours thing.
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I think the caltrops idea is best. You just have to do them far enough away from the house and often enough. Once he's had to replace his tires often enough, he probably will decide your street isn't very profitable.
Besides, white noise won't give you any feelings of retribution.
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You're not even listening to me any more are you? I'm sitting here talking and you're not listening. I could be saying something about your mother and would you know? Of course not! You don't even know that you don't know, since you're not listening which was the orginal point of this disccussion that's turned monologue due to your inattention.
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8:45am> Went to Health Care Provider. Appointment is for Dermatological problem. They give me an internal medicine specialist.
9:00am>Shivering in aircondtioned examination room. Put on sweater.
9:15am>Butt is getting sore. Have to stand up and pace.
9:30am>Doctor arrives. I advise her about what to do with my skin problem (eczema). She concurs. Perscription>same hand cream as always, just no auto refills until I saw a doctor--big help.
10:30>Finally get to work. Am informed that they are unable to make coffee without me.
So how's your day, Hobbes?
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In this program will examine tales from the area of the great Napoleon Bonaparte. We’ll be treated to a discussion of his childhood, how he was teased mercilessly, but driven harder. We’ll see how this small man grew to be the most powerful ruler in the known world, and then watch as he looses it all. And lastly, well try to understand what was it that made this man who he was. Was it his shear determination? A desire to compensate for his lack of height? Or perhaps just plain desire, the desire for raw and un-inebriated power over all things.
And yes of course Annie makes me who I am, someone who is a much better person than who I am without her.
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My day? Ohh it's been werid actually. I got up at 6:00am as I have been all this month to watch live coverage of le Tour de France. In the middle of this incredibly exciting coverage I find out my Dad may have a detrached retina. The (really amazing) Tour stage finishes and I bike into work (9 miles in under 30 minutes! Yah!) I call my Mom about ou dinner plans only to learn my Dad is going into a kind of emergency surgery. I then get really worreid but try to keep working.
My Mom calls with the news that my Dad is fine, I feel great and finish off a good section of the thing I've been working on, which is good. I also began posting on Hatrack more and eat lunch.
I've just finished up a long letter to Annie, I like talking to her, even if she wont hear what I say for a little while. And now I'm talking to you and thinking of what I should do next here at work.