Archive for February, 2009

Home Again…

February 26, 2009

The sun was soaked, paparazzi was spotted, Mickey and Minnie were visited, the Lego inauguration was impressive, miles were traveled, souvenirs were purchased, and Idaho was once again realized.

We’re back!

What I learned on our trip:

  1. When you trade your tried and true Maui timeshare, remember there are those choice few properties in the trading mix  that will take you back to 1984 in all its powder blue and mauve glory.

  2. Checking your kids out of school and taking them on a surprise trip ANYWHERE is awesome!

  3. A GPS navigation in the rental car was pure genius on the part of Hertz.

  4. I’ll be first in line to petition for an In-N-Out Burger in the greater (or lesser) Boise area.

  5. You’ll have tons of email and blogging catching up to do when your 1984 timeshare hasn’t heard of WiFi.

  6. Star Tours is fun the first time and gets a little monotonous after about 5 trips to The Moon of Endor.

  7. Seeing the mix of people at Disneyland will make you feel better about your physique.

  8. But looking through your trip pictures may make you change your mind.

  9. It’s hard after 6 days of sunny California to come home to a windy 35 degrees.

  10. After 6 days of reprieve, it’s hard to get back to blogging.

I’m off to do laundry, emails, grocery shopping, bills, phone calls, and repack so I can fly to San Francisco tomorrow for my sister’s baby shower.  But here are some lots of pictures from our trip.  I’ll be back on Sunday to catch up on reading all the blogs I missed while I was away.

Happy Weekending!!!

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A Reprieve!

February 20, 2009

We are off to check the kids out of here:

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To  hop onto this:

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Destination:

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and

mickey

and here:

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(OK, not that last one.  But wouldn’t THAT be fun?!!)

And the best part?

The kids have NO IDEA!

Do you know how hard it is to pack for a 13 year-old girl without her noticing and hoping you included all her “must-haves”?

See you next week!!!

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Stop by Lorena’s blog and take a look at the sweet little bull calf their dairy cow birthed Wednesday morning.  Jedi Will and I mucked through the manure seconds after the birth in time to see him in all his steamy, newborn glory.  Bruce even put Will to work collecting eggs and feeding the llamas.  Thanks you guys! ! !  Our agricultural cup runneth over.

Faking It…Part Deux

February 18, 2009

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Remember a few weeks back when I went to H-E-double hockey sticks in a hand basket?  And how the one good thing that came out of that experience was my love affair with a thrift store pair of lenseless reading glasses?  Well, it seems my affinity towards faking it has rubbed off on some of my offspring.  Here’s how it went down at the dinner table this evening:

Erik:  Mom, I’m afraid I need glasses.

Me:  Why?

Erik:  Well, my eyes don’t work sometimes.  Like, at school when I look at something, it’s hard to stop looking at it.

Me: (fighting back a grin) Uh huh.

Erik:  And also today when I  looked at the board I saw a 3 and then the next time I looked, it turned into a 5.

Me:  Do you think maybe your teacher’s handwriting was just too scribbly?

Erik:  Maybe.  But she said I should tell you to take me to the eye doctor and have him check them.  The nurse checked them but I think I should go to a doctor.

Me:  The school nurse checked them?

Erik:  Uh huh.  She said my eyes are perfect.  But that was in January. (eye roll)

Me:  Oh…….Well, do you want glasses?

Erik:  Oh yeah!  I really want them.

Me:  Hmmmmmm.  Well…… how about if we get you some glasses like mine?  You don’t even have to go to the doctor that way.

Erik:  OK!  But only if we can find some that are rectangular.  That’s the kind I want.

Me:  Sure…

(Jack pipes up between bites of baked ziti.)

Jack:  Well, I want to break my arm so I can have a cast like Peter’s that people can write on.

(Ralf and I staring blankly at each other)

Ralf:  How about we don’t break your arm and you can just put a cast on it.

Jack:  (thinking) Yeah.  That’ll work.

Well, at least Jack was willing to legitimately earn the cast by breaking a bone.  I guess all isn’t completely lost.

So if you see me in all my bespeckled glory toting a really short Darth Vader, a skinny little kid with rectangular glasses, and a cast-wielding 10 year old, do me a favor.  Humor me and just play along.  I’m sure it’s just a phase we’re going through. Together.

What-in-the-Heck Wednesday

February 18, 2009

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Caught on my Flip camera at the local sports store the other day

Woo hoo!

Yessss!

Fiiiiiiinally!

I was beginning to wonder where I was gonna get myself a hand gun.

Pick up Lines

February 16, 2009

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We’ve been married almost 16 years.  I think we’re both in it for the long haul.  Some days I find myself reconsidering.  But for the most part we’ll probably stick it out.

Why, then, does my husband feel the need to come up with and test out new pick up lines on me all the time?

It’s not like there’s any question where I’ll end up at the end of every day.

“Sorry Honey, I really can’t come up for a nightcap.  It’s getting late.  I best be gittin’ on home.”

And, as far as I know, he isn’t practicing these lines to use on coworkers since not a single woman works in his office.

Maybe it’s his way of adding a little spice to the marriage.  Role-playing (on his part) perhaps.

Whatever it is, my usual response is a patient rolling of the eyes and a snarky critique of said pick-up line.

“Neh, I wouldn’t go with that one. That’s a little too 1989.”

And lest you think these are witty little gems, here’s the one he tried out this evening as he was lying on the couch watching 24 and the evening news and I was catching up on Facebook updates, emails, and blogs:

Come to bed with me and I’ll show you a stimulus package.

Eye roll.  Snicker. Not bad.

And here I sit blogging while he’s fast asleep in bed.

Happy Monday!

Happy Valentines Day!

February 12, 2009

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I’m now writing a monthly column in our little tiny local paper.  My first one came out yesterday.  Is it at all surprising that this little tiny paper isn’t online yet?  I didn’t think so.  So here it is (and it isn’t  the Annandale Advocate, if you were wondering.  Like my glasses?):

I went out and did a little shopping with my 4 year-old today.  We hit our regular haunt:  Target.  Since moving here 8 months ago, we’ve become intimately familiar with the store.  Ask us where anything is and we could probably tell you both the aisle number and shelf location.  But I digress.

Lightbulbs, sneakers, cake mix and moisturizer.  That‘s what we had set out to find.  But not one to be deterred by the rigidity of a list, we did our fair share of browsing.   I soon noticed that the shelves and displays that had recently been home to Christmas Clearance were now celebrating Valentine’s Day.

All the usual suspects were present.  Conversation hearts, cupids, cinnamon gummy lips, stuffed teddy bears, chocolates, lacy under things, and cards galore.  The place practically oozed sweet nothings.

Without realizing it, I was making a mental checklist.

Conversation hearts taste like chalk.
Cinnamon gummy lips.  Red food coloring.  Sugar.  Ummm, No.
Teddy bears.  Please! Our house is already overrun with Webkinz.
Chocolates don’t  mesh with the diet.
Lacy under things.  Let’s see how that diet pans out first.
Cards are so much better caked with crayon and Elmer’s glue.

I guess you can’t call me a sucker for timed commercialism.

There was a time when those things appealed to the consumer in me.  Before I assumed the task of  finding just the right box of valentines at the last minute. Before volunteering to be the one to make a bazillion pink cupcakes for school parties.  Before I found myself amid the combination of sugar highs and bedtimes.  Before I became a mom.

Thirteen years and  four children later, I’m a little older and a heck of a lot wiser.

For instance, I know that the best way to divert a child away from the allure of candy is toy bribery.  We were soon moseying our way toward the coveted Star Wars  aisle.  With a child hanging off the cart humming the Star Wars theme song,  I asked myself,
“What do I really want for Valentine’s Day?”
Here’s what came to mind during our migration from the candy aisle to the toy department:

  1. To have everyone eat the dinner I’ve made without the threat of bodily harm.
  2. A conversation with my 13 year-old daughter without her rolling her eyes in that  “Mom, you’re so weird” way.
  3. A family drive without a discussion or demonstration of bodily secretions.
  4. Seven minutes in the bathroom.  Alone.  Without notes being passed under the door, a “Wherrrrrre’s Mmmommm?”, or a Lego emergency.”
  5. A complete telephone conversation without the words “texting”, “potty”, or “timeout” ever being mentioned.
  6. Someone to clean out the backseat of the van and remove the chewing gum, rotting apple core, missing library book, softball mitt, putrid sock, and caramel corn that have taken up residence.
  7. Time to finish the stack of parenting books on my nightstand before the kids become adults.
  8. To be able to eat my entire bowl of oatmeal and read the front section of the newspaper before having to take on the role of Princess Leia.
  9. To have someone besides ME replenish the toilet paper stash in all the bathrooms.
  10. To have an adult conversation with my husband without having to spell, sign, or mouth any words to each other.

We eventually emerged from Target toting light bulbs, sneakers, cake mix, and moisturizer … along with a Clone Wars battle droid, a couple of magazines, and Neutrogena MoistureShine Lip Soother in Glisten (I‘m a sucker for lip gloss).

On the way home, as he sat in the backseat with the chewing gum and the softball mitt, his little voice piped up,
“Thanks for the battle droid Mom.  Do you wanna play Star Wars with me when we get home?  I’ll be Darth Vader and you can be Leia.”

On second thought, the aroma of rotten apple cores is kinda growing on me, a conversation without the eye rolling would seem strange, and I probably don’t really need to eat the entire bowl of oatmeal anyway.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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What's For Lunch?

February 12, 2009

I have four kids.  Two independent kids buy school lunch.   One very dependent one eats lunch at home with me because we hang out together frequently.  And one takes a lunch to school. Every. Single. Day.

Who packs the lunch?

Moi.

If you’re anything like me, by mid school year, your well of sack lunch creativity has run dry.  Aside from the daily peanut butter and Nutella sandwich, goldfish, Oreos, apple slices, and juice box, I’m plum out of ideas.

A sack lunch rut you might say.

Imagine my joy in finding this:

Click HERE-> Pictures of 113 of Ethan’s Lunches (in full detail)

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Someone has taken her sack lunch creativity and displayed it for the whole world to see.  She is a sharer and I’m a grateful acceptor.

So I’m passing the sharing on to you.

Because I’m nice like that.

I hope it sparks the sack lunch imagination in you too.

Enjoy!

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It’s Mamakat’s Writer’s Workshop time again.  This week’s prompt:

4.) Share some blogging advice.


Wondering whether to remain a guilt-free, sane member of the masses of lurkers or join the other commitment-laden half and start a blog?  Maybe this will help you decide.

Top 10 Reasons to Blog:

  1. Like yesterday’s post, blogging gives you license to rant and rave about things that bug you and gives the general public free access to experience you in all your PMS glory.
  2. No longer do you have to be bothered by face to face interaction.  You can interact with family,good friends, and newly rediscovered Facebook friends exclusively through your posts and comments.  You can entertain your deepest hermit desires.  No more dinner dates, church callings, outings, and PTA Meetings.  Save money on movies, make-up, hairspray, deoderant, and underwear.  Especially helpful in the current economic crisis.
  3. Change simple to sublime.  Think you lead an embarrassingly ordinary life?  Who needs to know, when you’ve got a flair for exaggeration?  Before you know it a stroll to the park has become a 5K  training run for your upcoming qualifying race for next year’s New York City Marathon you’ll be participating in at the end of a girl’s weekend of broadway shows, shopping and club hopping. See?  How hard was that?  Same thing, just more impressive.
  4. You can have your very own celebrity worthy blog stalker.  The guy from Kentuckaderby, Arkansas that your Blog Statter reports visits your blog in the wee hours of every morning for hours on end.  Keep your eyes peeled for a dark Mercury Marquis with pimped out rims and the Confederate flag lurking around  town.
  5. Find out who your true friends really are.  After posting your URL on your Facebook wall, in your Christmas  letter, as your email signature and in the ward bulletin every week, everyone you know should be reading it, right?  But only your true friends (and that creepy stalker guy) will. “What have you been up to lately, Wenderful?”  You’d know if you’d been reading the blog. Not true friend.  “Where are your fake reading glasses, Wenderful?”  Most definitely a true friend!
  6. You have vastly more leverage to use with your close friends and family.  Need a free ticket out of hosting Thanksgiving next year?  Tell your sister if she hosts instead you promise not to post those incriminating pictures of her birthing her last baby.  Works like a charm…unless she has a blog of her own.  In which case the potential for a blogging war is catastrophically high.
  7. The budding writer in you can increase her pool of critics and editors.  Not sure your use of the word “contretemps” was accurate?  Just wait for the masses to get wind of it and you can count on plenty of “constructive alternative suggestions” to litter your comment box.  Helpful, no?
  8. You can fill the world wide blogging world with misinformation.  Did you know that flossing is directly related to the number of grandkids you’ll have?  That crossing your legs can lead to Alzheimers?  That if you smile too much you’ll eventually lose your hearing?  That if you don’t comment on my blog, I’ll sic my creepy stalker guy on you?  That Pluto and Goofy are actually played by the same guy?  Snopes will love you.
  9. With Photoshop, a blog, and your new hermit status, nobody will ever know that your South-Beach-Atkins-Grapefruit-Cabbage-Slim-Fast-Best-Life diet hasn’t worked.
  10. Got too much free time?  Start a blog to fill in those gaps between cooking, cleaning, working, child rearing, laundry, exercising, bill paying, church callings, appointment making, appointment going, scrapbooking, carpool driving, eating, sleeping, bathing, and breathing.

Happy Tuesday!

Who's Your Super Hero?

February 9, 2009

Quiet.  Shy.  A Peacemaker.  A Pleaser.

That’s how I’d describe myself growing up.  Since having 4 kids, being their advocate when dealing with teachers, medical specialists and school administration, and moving around a lot, I’ve come out of my shell.  My family would agree that I’ve become opinionated.  And fortunately (or not) I’m not afraid to share these opinions.  I generally try to keep my opinion sharing to a minimum because I inevitably offend someone along the way.  But today I am bugged.  And I’m choosing to share.  Lucky you.

As I was driving home from the gym before dawn this morning, I was listening to talk radio. The topic was Alex Rodriguez. And how it’s come out that he tested positive for steroids back in 2003.

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Now, first of all, we’re not into  professional sports around here.  At all.   My husband doesn’t watch pro football or baseball or basketball.  He’s too busy running, biking, or swimming to sit and watch a game.  Our family doesn’t have a favorite sports team.  We don’t watch the Super Bowl or the World Series or the NBA finals.  The boys would rather play outside or make a fort than watch a game on TV.  In fact, the only sports we enjoy are local middle school and high school games.  And the Olympics.  Basically sports where the athletes don’t get paid an exorbitant amount of money.

So this news about Mr. Rodriguez didn’t faze me.  But as I listened to the program I learned that this guy had requested an interview with Katie Couric back in 2007 where he swore he had never taken performance enhancing drugs.  Followed by a caller explaining how disappointed her son was to hear this news because  he greatly admired this guy and remembered watching that interview with Katie Couric when he swore he’d never taken steroids.

I got to thinking. What kind of role models do our kids have?  What is our role as parents in influencing what kind of people our kids look up to and admire?

So when I came home this morning to get the kids up and off to school, I talked to each one separately.

Me (as I was straightening her hair):  Who’s your role model?

Maddy (peering suspiciously up at me):  Ummm….you?…  Is that the right answer?

Me:  There’s no right answer.  And I’m not fishing for you to say me.  C’mon.  Who do you admire and look up to?

Maddy:  Well, I really like Taylor Swift.  She’s a really good person and I love her voice.

“OK”, I thought. ” That’s not too bad.  I better remember to Google her later though, just to make sure.”  Then I cornered Erik as he was putting on his shoes.

Me:  Erik, who is your role model?  Who do you want to be like when you grow up?

Erik:  You. (smiling up at me)

What is going on?  Do my kids really think I need a self confidence boost?

Me:  You don’t have to say me, Honey.   Who do you admire?

Erik: (thinking…)  Jack.  He’s almost always nice to me.

Me:  That’s awesome, Honey.  Is there anyone famous?

Erik:  No.  They’re all singers and I don’t want to be a singer.  I’d get stage fright.

Later, as I was doing a “clean teeth check”, I asked Jack the same thing.

Jack:  Nobody.

Me:  Are you sure?  There’s nobody that you admire?

Jack:  Nope.  We have to GO or we’ll miss the bus!

Morning is Jack’s arch nemesis.  I’ll ask him after school.  In third grade he did his hero project on Ben Franklin and he named Bill Gates (he admires money makers) and Abe Lincoln as people he wanted to be like, in the past.

And just now I asked Will.

Me:  Who do you want to be like when you grow up?

Will:  A Jedi!  (Of course)

Not a single professional athlete made the list.  Is that because my kids aren’t into professional sports?  Is that because we as parents aren’t into professional sports?  Is it because the kids are just too young to admire those athletes?

I think it’s a little of each. But I do think we have a responsibility to our kids to talk with them about what qualities make a good role model.  To share with them who our own role models are and why.  And also to talk to them about the disparity between many of the role models in today’s media and the unfortunate actions of those individuals.  How our country’s skewed value system is illustrated by the outrageous discrepancy between professional athletes’ salaries and those of  true heroes like quality teachers, emergency personnel, nurses, and servicemen and women, etc…

The media is to blame for much of this.  So I’m grateful for the rare occasion when the media vultures hone their sites on true heroes  like Captain Chesley Sullenberger.  A man who was calm and prepared when he had to be and who was concerned with others before himself.  A humble and compassionate man with unquestionable integrity.  Who, with all the media blitz and chaos, quietly contacted the public library to tell them the book he had checked out had been lost in the crash and then offered to pay for it. What a great example of someone who went above and beyond what was expected of him.  A true hero.

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So I guess my point with this long-winded and more-serious-than-usual post has not much to do with Mr. Rodriguez.  It has more to do with our role as parents in influencing what kinds of people our kids want to become.  Kids mimic what they see.  Are we emulating  good values?  Are we spending time talking to them about the people they see in the media or in the community?  Do they realize how skewed the media is and how it really isn’t a reflection of reality?  Do they understand the value of integrity?

Today’s thoughts brought to you by early morning XM Talk Radio.

So, there you go.  I shared.  I may have offended.  Maybe not.  But hopefully I sparked a few thoughts of your own. I plan on bringing it all up at the dinner table tonight.

Who do your kids admire?  Do you know?

Things we did this week:

Took one 4 year-old with me to a church meeting dressed (all day long) like this:

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Decorated the house with a little Valentine Spirit:

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“Helped” Ralf and the boys make this cake for the Cub Scout Blue and Gold Banquet.

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Cheered with the elementary kids as the Special Olympics Torch Run came through town.

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runners

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But spent many hours writing and rewriting my first ever article for a monthly column I’ll be writing for our little local paper.   More on that to come.

Now, if I could just stop eating “two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun…”

(But the day old frosting is the perfect mix of crisp on the outside and creamy on the inside.  GAH!)

Happy Friday!!!