June 29, 2010

parenting do's and don'ts and shouldn'ts

The other day my daughter ran across a website filled with supposedly humorous "Do's and Don'ts" for "Raising Baby". I say "supposedly" humorous, because as I'm looking back at family photos, I have to wonder . . .

Truthfully, I always thought playpens seemed a bit like "Baby Prison" to suit me, so I never used one. My Alaska friend, Paula, however, told me once that her mother absolutely LOVED their playpen. Seems that Paula was one of 5 children and her mom would set the playpen up in the middle of the house, climb inside and read . . . just outside the reach of all five children. Mother of Year nominee in the category of Creative Parenting!

Careseats? We never had carseats as children. Heck, we never even wore seatbelts. On long trips, I would straddle the console between the front seats while my sister would lounge in the safety of . . . the back window. Yep. Those were the days. (The picture on the right shows us transporting Kacey off the trailer we shipped from Anchorage to Seattle. She was sure glad to get out of that box!)

Hey, I may not win any parenting awards, but I did win a $100 gift card to Radio Shack with the next picture. And yes, for all my 20-something friends, I'm certain the tennis shoes ARE BPA-free! :o)

June 24, 2010

sighs and thighs

> Yesterday was a mile-marker anniversary for my sister's death. I was going to do a long blog, but just couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe later this week. What I did do was take off work, drive out to the location of her wreck and pray. Then on to the cemetery. Then later on to meet my parents at dinner. I don't usually mark the day that way, but it seemed important to me this year.

On a lighter note . . .

> I have a doula client who is due TODAY. We all thought she would go early, but she just called to inform me that today's appointment indicated she is still just dilated to 1 cm. and she is not at all effaced. Baby looks to be healthy, but only around 6 1/2 pounds. So . . . it could still be another week or two! (Hang in there C, I know you're ready, but waiting is the right thing to do! You'll see!)

> Our lovely friends in Ada, Oklahoma have a toddler named Jude who apparently came to the breakfast table earlier this week in his birthday suit. He was sent back to his room and told he could come back to the table after he put on his underwear. He came back, still naked, with his briefs on his head. Gotta LOVE a nonconformist.

> A few weeks back when I had the newspaper run a classified ad for the yard sale, this is what was printed. (I PROMISE, this is NOT how I told it to them!)
Church-wide Yard Sale
Saturday, only 7 a.m.
ONLY 7 a.m.??? You better get here early, 'cause apparently we're only doing this for ONE MINUTE!

> I ran across an article from Discovery that showed research indicating people who have larger thighs also have stronger hearts. "A new study has found that the thinner your thighs, the greater your risk of heart disease. The study looked at more than 2,800 men and women with an average age of around 50. It found the risk of heart disease more than doubled for both men and women who had a thigh circumference of less than 22 inches."

What this research means is that I now expect to live, well, pretty much forever.

June 15, 2010

life is beautiful

Photographs that makes me smile. Enjoy!

These are from Clark Little Photography (www.clarklittlephotography.com) via my high school/facebook friend, Moose (Allen Morris).

June 08, 2010

grammar nazi strikes again

Kacey just texted, "Knock, knock"

I returned, "Who's there?"

She replied, "To"

So I typed, "To who?" but I couldn't do it. Before I hit SEND, my Zero Tolerance Approach to Bad Grammar required me to correct the blunder, so I changed it to "To whom?" and pressed the green button.

Her next text stated flatly, "DANGIT" and then proceeded to curse me with extensive PG-rated cursing while I laughed my silly little head off.

Apparently I ruined her joke.

Come on, it's not like she didn't know.

June 05, 2010

just deserts

So Daughter-Face tagged us all in her “Desert Blog”. She stated, “The premise of Desert Island is to imagine that you are stranded on an island and you are only allowed to take certain things with you." For example, 5 movies. Now, while some movies lend themselves to viewing on a small screen, others need the whole “theatrical experience” complete with 44-oz drink holder seating. Before I can effectively choose my 5 Island Movies, I need to know: Does the island simply have DVD or is it Blu-Ray friendly? Hi-Def? Surround-sound?

Kacey says she supposes somebody is banishing us there, because if our plane crashed, we probably wouldn't have all our favorite things with us....but like she said, ‘imagine’.”

So, I’ve been imagining. I imagine if I’m being banished, hi-def and surround-sound aren’t likely.

Here is what I decided to pack in my “Exiled to a Desert Island” trunk.

> Three 64-gig touch iPods

Ipod #1 will be loaded down with 8,000 individual songs, ranging from Simon & Garfunkel, James Taylor, Elton and the Beach Boys to Jason Mraz, Matt Nathanson and Rob Thomas and about a thousand apps to include my favorite games (Unblock Me, Sudoku, Words with Friends, Scrabble, TaiPei, and Tetris.)
Ipod #2 will hold 20 movies, the favored few being You’ve Got Mail, Monty Python & the Holy Grail, Men in Black, Lake Placid, and America’s Sweethearts - just because they’re all so doggone quotable.
Ipod #3 will be loaded with the entire series of The Gilmore Girls.
>1 Kindle 2
Kindle 2 can apparently hold 1500 volumes, so I can take all my favorites, plus a couple of those books I’ve been planning to read “one of these days”, like, say Mencken’s Chrestomathy. My favorites would include: Jane Eyre, Little Women, Stephen King's "The Stand", Agatha Christie’s ‘And Then There Were None’, Ian Rankin's "Inspector Rebus" books, Tom Bodet’s “The End of the Road”, and Nora Ephron’s “I Feel Bad About My Neck”. The latter two are essential because, if I’m alone on this island, I need real stuff to make me laugh.
>1 Honkin’ Big Solar Battery Recharger, ‘cause, you know, if I’m on a desert island, sunshine should be a plentiful enough resource.

I asked Kacey if I could have a “man with skills” accompany me to this remote location, and she said, “Sure, as long as he’s equipped with a pocket knife and a q-tip.” But after checking the Official Packing List for Banishment, it was determined that “men with skills” are not allowed. This makes me very sad . . . for MULTIPLE reasons . . . but mostly because, well, who will kill the desert island bugs??? Anyway, I have determined I will need the following Mulit-Tool:

You will note it is complete with kebab skewar, ax, fishing net, a sewing needle, and a spork. About now, my children are reading this and thinking, “Sewing needle? Does she even know what a needle is for?” Why, yes, I do. And let me tell you, if I’m being sent away for lifetime confinement, I will need hobbies. I think sewing little outfits for all the native wildlife so they can all be dressed like Jimmy Buffet will make the island a happier place, don’t you?



>Seed Packets. I know, I know, I don’t garden. But I don’t sew either, and you see how well those Hawaiian shorts turned out on Timmy the Tree Frog. I will need asparagus, corn, potatoes, lettuce (never mind, salad doesn’t really work without a good raspberry vinagrette), chickpeas & red peppers (to make my own hummus), rice and wasabi root (what with the abundance of seaweed and fresh fish, I will need ingredients to make my own sushi.)
> Pretzels. Crunchy dipping accompaniment for my home-grown hummus.
> Low sodium Soy Sauce. For the sushi. Duh.
> Butter
> Sugar
The butter and sugar are for the seafood and island fruits. I mean, why not? I could choose to eat healthy, but do I really want to live longer in solitary confinement? So . . . eat healthy/live long OR eat yummy/die young? You do the math.

> Shampoo.

> Hairbrush
> Toothbrush
> Tweezers (For ticks and such. Not because I care at all about that little hair that sprouted on my chin the day I turned 40.)
> Razor - After all, I’ll be on a desert island, not in France.

> Mascara, waterproof.
> Lipgloss
> Oil of Olay Regenerist Night Cream
> Silver Hoop Earrings (because they go with everything)
> Skinny Jeans

The way I see it is this: If I’m alone on a desert island, I’m not going to be worrying about my appearance, much less clothing. Heck, I hardly wear anything at home now, so I sure don’t think I’m going to be bothered with it on a remote South Pacific island. Although, before I finalize my packing list, I would like to be CERTAIN they are taking me to a tropical DESERT island and not a DESERTED island somewhere near suburbian Reykjavik.

So, if I'm alone on this island, why the vanity items? Well, eventually, I might run out of butter and sugar, and all that gardening and fishing and chasing around the little critters to dress them in my handsewn Margaritaville costumes might reduce my now plus-size status to a nice size 6. So, in the event that I am pardoned, or the dictator who banished me is overthrown, or whatever, I want to look good when they rescue me.

And finally . . .

>Matches. More than RainMan can count in one drop on the floor
>A journal and a gross of clicky ink pens
>My eyeglasses
>A digital camera to visually document my adventures and accomplishments.
>A wide-mouth canteen. Why wide-mouth? Because, just before my dying breath, I will need something big enough to hold my visual "message in a bottle". See, if I do manage to ever get into the skinny jeans but never get rescued, I want to send the digital camera out into the world with proof.

Oh, and one more miscellaneous item:
A Wilson volleyball. Gotta have somebody to "bounce things" off of.

June 04, 2010

22 years ago today . . .

Saturday, June 4, 1988 . . . My sister, Stacey's wedding

June 02, 2010

this town ain't big enough fer the two of us

There's not really a blog here, it's just that these pictures make me smile. The first one is my baby boy, circa 1996. The second one is Titus, circa last week. Titus reminds me of Kevin in so many ways, minus the red hair, so it was fun to see them both dressed in Woody attire.

Kevin LOVED "Tore Story" as he used to call it. Seeing the movie at age 2 is one of his earliest memories. But Kevin will tell you that he is dressed as Woody by default. See, my mom bought after-Halloween costumes one year for the kids to play dress-up, and Woody and Buzz happened to be among them. Kevin wanted to be Buzz. Kevin always WANTED to be Buzz. But the Buzz costume was a size 5 and the Woody costume was a size 3. And since Kevin weighed in at 26 pounds and Parker weighed in at 38 pounds, well . . . Kevin always had a "Snake in My Boot", while Parker got to go "To Infinity and Beyond!"

You'd think at 17 he wouldn't still be bitter about it. :o)