Okay, let's see if I can come up with seven things I want to do next year.
1. Vastly improve my cooking skills. For some mere mortals, this would be a fairly easy task. But I have already mastered boiling water, making toast, and bechamel sauce. However, my knife skills are far from "Top Chef" quality. So I'd like to get the basic cuts (chiffonade, julienne, etc.) consistent and excellent. And I'd also like to make a really amazing turkey roulade for Thanksgiving.
2. Change jobs in an upward direction. 'Nuff said?
3. Help my church develop a religious education strategy for children with disabilities. I see other churches addressing the rise in autism diagnoses with special programs which welcome families with children with autism. We can do that. We can grow.
4. Be more present when I spend time with the kids. Being busy means being distracted. The kids deserve a mother who is dedicated to them and acts like it.
5. Do at least three catering gigs. The two I did this year went well. I can do even better next year.
6. Keep blogging.
7. Crud. This gets harder. There are several things I'd like to do better: singing, being a better wife, getting more exercise, increasing my community involvement....okay. I'd like to get an iPod or MP3 player for myself. That's the goal.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Okay, let's see if I can come up with seven things I want to do next year.
I figure now's a good time to look at the year and see what happened. These are in no particular order, but they're all things that made 2006 different from other years.
1. Didn't get the job I wanted. To be completely honest, this has never happened to me before. It was a crushing blow at the time, but it also taught me that I can recover from disappointment better than I thought I could.
2. Threw myself a spectacular birthday party. It was a milestone year (35) and I figured I was due. It was the best party I've ever thrown. Amazingly good time. And no pictures at all (I was way too busy being a hostess and I never asked anyone else to take pictures). If you missed it, you're in the minority, since it felt like every cool person in Memphis was in my house. It lasted a whopping eight (!!) hours. Great time.
3. Started blogging. Which has been great for disciplining myself to write. I feel like my writing is better than it was when I started, and I don't post about what I cooked for dinner anymore (unless it's amazing).
4. Grew my own food. Not exclusively, but more than I've ever done before. This has really been fun for the kids, and it's also caused my family to eat better. Whatever we weren't able to grow we tried to buy from the farmer's market (until October), and I got to plan meals around what was fresh and looked good instead of making the menu before we shopped. We didn't buy tomatoes from June to October (and beyond), we cook with fresh herbs, and I even got these from the garden today.
|From plant pictures|
5. Made some new friends. This is pretty crucial, because from 2001-2002, all my close friends in Memphis moved away or died. (Really.) It's been difficult at times, but things are coming around. I still can't claim that I have a really, really great friend in Memphis, but I do have some very good friends. And it will be fun to see which of those relationships deepen.
6. Built a patio! No, I didn't do it alone; the husband did most of the physical labor. But it's a project that we planned, started, and completed all within a month. And I did all the landscaping. Isn't it pretty?
|From plant pictures|
|From plant pictures|
|From plant pictures|
Friday, December 29, 2006
I'm frustrated with my digital camera. When I purchased it, it was for one reason only: to document the construction of our house. As a result, I bought a cheap model that is, well, lame.
The problem is that when it needs the flash, the focus is, well, unfocused. Meaning most of the pictures I take look fine in the camera's little display box, but when I upload them to the computer, they are fuzzy.
I was uploading pictures last night and was really frustrated that I had some really good shots that would have been great if they had been in focus. So I started playing with Picasa (which is brand! new! to! me!) and I think I made something neat.
|From NTJ Concert|
|From NTJ Concert|
|From NTJ Concert|
|From NTJ Concert|
But I also am hoping for suggestions on replacement cameras.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
I don't make New Year's Resolutions, as a rule. They are too often negative (like, "Stop smoking") or unrealistic (like, "Exercise every day") and seem to start from the assumption that life would magically improve so much more if only you could do a few things differently.
Most of my life's major changes were not at all determined by the calendar. Falling in love, getting married, getting pregnant, changing careers...not a one was influenced a bit by a New Year's resolution. But the changing of the year, especially since it happens so close to the Christmas/Hanukkah/Festivus/Yule megaholiday, does seem to be an opportune moment to pause and reflect and think, "Now what?"
I realized one day, while walking home from work, that my life is very much the fantasy adulthood I dreamed of when I was about Susie's age. Married, a girl and a boy about two years apart, a cat, two dogs, great friends, a PINK house, wearing fun clothes....all the trappings that I expected and hoped for in a grown-up life. Of course, my nine-year-old self knew nothing about jobs (my mom stayed home until I was in high school), mortgages, life insurance, the expense of pet food, serving on multiple committees at church, balancing work, family, and community involvement, or the intensity of emotion that sharing life with a man and two children can inspire.
At nine, as best I can remember, I wanted to be a chemist (because test tubes and beakers were cool looking) or a concert pianist. High school chemistry pretty much beat that fantasy out of my head, and my interest in piano waned in my teens (although I did continue to study, and still do play). By the end of high school, I had considered the following careers with varying levels of seriousness:
- Singer (nope....I'm simply not that good)
- CIA agent (seriously!)
- Translator (which pretty much came to a screeching halt when I transferred to a high school that did not offer German)
- Missionary or minister (yep! I even looked at divinity schools)
- Deaf eduator (a direct offshoot of missionary, since I participated in a summer mission trip working with kids with hearing impairments)
- Art gallery owner
- Art conservator
Fast forward a bit.....after graduating college, I worked in local museums for four years. If I had decided to go on directly from my B.A. work into a Master's or Ph.D. program, I'd probably have a very different life. My academic interest at the time was feminist art. So if I'd taken a different fork, I'd probably be a college professor teaching art history and women's studies. Sounds like an interesting life. But it's not the one I've got.
During my museum career, the previous interest, in working with deaf children, started rearing its head. I did a bit more than half of the coursework to become certified as a Special Education teacher (and switching to emotional disorders), then tried my hand at teaching while I was still in the graduate program. Yikes! Perhaps it was because I was pregnant. Perhaps it was because I was still in school and had much to learn. Perhaps it was where I was teaching. At any rate, it didn't go well. Perhaps if I'd stuck it out, or at least finished the degree, my life would have been different. I might be teaching exceptional children locally, having all the same breaks as my children, never needing to think about what they'll do in the summer.
Near the end of the school year, I applied for an education position at my church. I got the job, and it was great for the first year, and even part of the second. In many ways, it was really the perfect job. But I had a baby, and got pregnant again, and found myself overwhelmed by the brain-drain of mothering and growing another life, and the situation deteriorated to the point that I needed to resign. And I did. Again, staying would have meant a different road. Quite possibly I would have found my feet again and recaptured the magic of the first year in that job. And life would be very, very different. (Especially because I changed churches afterward and can't really imagine my life now without my "new" church.)
So after baby #2, I stayed home for a few months but the economic reality was that I needed to work. Baby #2 did not think that was such a good idea, but we compromised: I worked four hours per day, five days per week. He could go exactly that long without nursing (never ever would accept a bottle...I expect he'll drink beer from a cup when he's in college). It wasn't much of a job (bank teller) and I was bored. But the benefits were great, and a promotion happened and I did find some fulfillment in my second position with the bank (in consumer sales). Another promotion to a different division was short-lived; the bank cut that department ten months after I transferred there, and my position was eliminated. Another fork: to stay with the bank, going back to a position that I had liked, but to a location that I dreaded? Or to take the severance package (which was ample) and try something else?
I tried something else, which has landed me where I am today, at a very well-known and respected non-profit organization. If I'd stayed at the bank, I would almost certainly have been promoted again. Maybe more than once. But I'm somewhere that I feel like I'm making a difference (not personally, but as part of a larger whole), and I commute merely two blocks (on foot!) each day. My job itself? So-so. But the knowledge that I'm NOT a tool of the man, not a cog in a horrible corporate machine? Is priceless.
So that's how I got this far. And there will be other forks in the road that will give me more opportunities to change direction or stay the course. I can't wait to see what's next.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Mom's table grace for Christmas dinner:
Mend a quarrel.
Seek out a forgotten friend.
Dismiss suspicion and replace it with trust.
Write a love letter.
Share some treasure.
Give a soft answer.
Manifest your loyalty in word and deed.
Keep a promise.
Find the time.
Forego a grudge.
Apologize if you were wrong.
Try to understand.
Examine your demands on others.
Think first of someone else.
Be kind, be gentle.
Laugh a little.
Laugh a little more.
Take up arms against malice.
Express your gratitude.
Go to church.
Welcome a stranger.
Gladden the heart of a child.
Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth.
Speak your love.
Speak it again.
Speak it still once again.
Printed in the Kansas City Times and credited to McCall’s magazine about 1960.
|From Holidays in M...|
I don't have pictures yet (hint, hint, Lil Bro), but will post the highlights of the holiday celebration.
Kids: got Heelys. Wow. That went over well. And MP3 players. Also a success. And a portable DVD player. Which made the twelve-hour drive from Michigan to Memphis much less irritating. Number of movies watched: two. Number of times Susie listened to "Twelve Days of Christmas" by the Muppets: 58. Number of times The Boy listened to the Grinch song: 63. Hours of NOT hearing "Are we there yet?": priceless.
Our haul: I gave the Husband an Ipod for his birthday. So for Christmas his gifts mostly followed that theme: speakers, car adapter, car charger. And a green sweater and a giftcard for a book retailer. I did quite well - the food processor that matches my mixer, a necklace and earrings set, a cookbook and a recipe organizer, and a beautiful diamond and pearl necklace (which doubles as a Mother's Necklace since the kids are June and April babies). And chap-stick, of course.
But the best part of the holiday wasn't the gifts. It was having time to reconnect with the family. Getting to know Lil Bro's Hot Blonde Girlfriend was fantastic. She brings out good things in him and smooths over some of his rough spots. They seem to have so much fun together. And the side-bonus was how well she and Susie got along. She may reach "Favorite Aunt" status without even being an official aunt. Of course, purple woolen removeable dreadlocks make for some great tween bonding opportunities!!
|From New Year's Eve|
After Christmas dinner, after sorting and consolidating the stuff and getting the kids and Grandma to bed, we four thirty-somethings were about to head back to the hotel but sat and talked with Mom and Dad for a while. That was nice. And then we went back to the hotel and realized that there was wine to drink that we hadn't even opened yet. So we drank it and had a wonderful time chatting, rehashing the weekend, and then watching an episode of Angel that The Husband and I hadn't seen (disclaimer: we hadn't seen any of that season....but will likely rectify that soon). And then the wine was gone but we realized that there was a whole CASE of wine in the car. No, we didn't drink the whole case, but we did get another bottle. Because we were just going to be traveling the next day and who cares if we had a little more? Fortunately none of us seemed any worse for the wear yesterday, and we all made it safely home.
And by 9 a.m. the children, at my direction, had unpacked their suitcases and put away many of their new toys and stuff. Susie has mostly figured out how to make her Heelys work, and The Boy has been playing Lego Star Wars 2 most of the day. There's definitely a grocery run in the works if we want to eat anything for dinner, but I anticipate a family game night getting started in a few hours.
Glad it only happens once a year, but it was definitely a good one.
Monday, December 25, 2006
My mom, bless her heart, is quite tolerant of the, er, quirkiness that her offspring display much of the time. This weekend, what with the rare convergence of all her descendants, has given her a run for her money.
A short, not even close to comprehensive list, of things we did that somehow made her laugh instead of smack us upside the head:
1. Various blasphemies, including:
And the Lord sent the angels unto them and did decree that from this day forward they shall commemorate the birth of our Lord Jesus with _______ (fill in the blank with a random action or item that is totally unrelated to the birth of Jesus, like "gifts of rubber ducks" or "copious drinking" or "chocolate fondue with marshmallows" or "gifts of miscellaneous electronics" and so on). That joke wore thin a couple of times, especially when the blank was filled with something patently offensive. But mostly she laughed.
2. Gift from Lil Bro's Hot Blonde Girlfriend to Susie: purple woolen dreads. But the best part? Matching dreads for Susie's American Girl doll. Because every little girl in the Great Depression really needed purple woolen dreadlocks.
3. Kids in Heelies in her kitchen. Nuff said.
4. I wore my pajamas to her house today for the opening of the gifts and Santa reveal.
5. Hangover? What hangover?
6. Did I mention that Susie's hair is pinkish-purple? Oh, and that The Boy has a mohawk? I thought so.
7. Many more inappropriate and frequently politically-incorrect comments about almost any topic.
I did remind her that she only has herself (and her husband, my darling father) to blame. After all, we're NOT adopted and they raised us.
|From Christmas Dec...|
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Posting from the hotel in Michigan's exercise room. No, I'm not multi-tasking that effectively. I'm keeping The Husband company while he works his butt off on the treadmill. However, he's using his new Ipod (his birthday gift from me) and doesn't seem to need much company. I actually think I'm here because if two people are in here, another person is less likely to join him on the machines. So I'm here to psych people out and scare them away. Which, if you could see my hair right now, wouldn't be a stretch.
The family holiday visit is going well thus far, with the only glitch being that The Boy and Susie both have fevers again. The Boy radiated heat yesterday and I took his temperature....101.8. Susie followed suit later, at 100.7. We medicated them both and decided to carry on with our family's plan for the Best Christmas Gift Ever. Since the folks don't want gifts, my mother suggested that Lil Bro and I take the fam out to a fancy dinner. And we went last night. Oh. My. Heavens. Two and a half hours later, we waddled/staggered back out to the cold where the handsome man smartly gave our car keys to The Husband, as I had consumed enough wine to have become a cautionary tale.
The evening's highlights included watching my 98-year-old grandma's face as she realized that we were paying HOW MUCH for the privilege of COOKING OUR OWN FOOD? The biggest stress we had was worrying that somehow the check would find its way to her, which would have resulted in an immediate heart attack. (Although the drama of a heart attack easily could have created a chain of events that could have led up to a free meal.....hmmmmmmm....)
Susie held her own in the cheese course, keeping an impressively steady pace of stabbing bread or apples and dipping them in the molten cheese. The Boy was seated at the end of the table so had to stand to dip. I did have a moment of passing guilt as I saw that my dad was working very hard at coordinating the kids in their fondue efforts. But it passed. Something about all that cheese makes guilt not last long.
But it was the CHOCOLATE that was truly the super-prize of the evening. I was already way too full from my main course (shrimp and steak) so I chose to be a witness instead of a participant. The Boy was asleep by then (and doesn't really like chocolate anyway). The parents were also stuffed. So Susie, as well as Lil Bro and his Hot Blonde Girlfriend, sat in a row and ate melted chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers FLAM-fricking-BE. With cheesecake. Here's what they looked like:
Friday, December 22, 2006
Watching how well Susie and The Boy get along is one of my favorite things about being a mom. I remember being a kid, living overseas in a gated compound with ten other families; my brother was the only other kid to play with most of the time. And we were great friends. Sure, we fought like most siblings, but we were always pretty tight. We had a lot of friends in common in the one year of high school in which we attended the same school - he even had a crush on my best friend for a minute or two. Since my kids also share many friends and attend the same school, will they have a close relationship as adults, too?
My brother (waving at lil bro) and I have a relationship that is very different from the relationship the Husband has with his sisters (and from the relationships I've seen in friends). While the Husband and his sisters remain in contact, say, once a month with some regularity (although the number of times he has called any member of his family in the past ten years can probably be counted on one person's fingers), my brother and I go in spurts. We'll talk A LOT for a month or two, then have almost no contact for six months or more.
I assume that our current "on again" phase was inspired by the impending holidays, and our family's extremely rare moment of "all together". The last time we were "all together" was in 1997. Susie was a six-month-old baby, The Husband had just finished his Master's degree, there was no Boy yet, and Lil Bro had never been married (although he was dating his first wife). It was a lovely holiday celebration, captured on my Dad's brand-new video camera. I had a great job that paid more than I had ever made, and I'm pretty sure that Lil Bro was in the same situation. My strongest emotional recollection of that holiday was, "Yes, this is how it was supposed to be. We have succeeded. All is well."
A few years later, however, there was upheaval. Lil Bro married shortly after The Boy was born, and divorced less than a year later. I quit my great job because I couldn't handle pregnancy, a toddler, and a job very well, and a newborn, a toddler, and a job were unimaginable. The Husband was teaching more and more classes.
A couple more years passed and Lil Bro met someone else. I had been working at a much less wonderful job (but it was what I needed to be doing....didn't go home with me and only required a little brain power since I was breastfeeding and that took half my intelligence away), The Husband continued to teach. Lil Bro's job was becoming less great by the minute. Months passed, then another wedding.
In 2004 it all hit the fan. I was jacked up on a lot of prednisone because I had just had my thyroid gland nuked to high hell, visiting the family in Michigan (with the kids, but not the husband). I was grumpy and hungry and being the evil version of myself. Lil Bro was miserable in his job and in his marriage. We had cross words followed by tears. Just hours after I left to return to Memphis, all hell broke loose. Lil Bro, in a brave and reckless and necessary move, quit his job and his marriage ended. Just like that. The last time I saw him was Thanksgiving weekend 2004. I was about to start a new job (the one I have now) and his life was pretty uncertain. Newly-divorced, trying to make a living freelancing. I worried about him.
Fortunately, this story has a pretty happy ending so far. He left Michigan after many months of distance-dating a woman in Chicago, who is coming to Michigan for Christmas (and for this big sister to check out the new woman in my brother's life). He's got a great job. And he called me last night, so excited about the holiday. It was so cool (and yes, so cute) to hear him say, "I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight; I'm so excited to get on that train tomorrow!" I told The Husband about the conversation and even he was touched to hear about my brother's excitement. So be patient, Lil Bro. We'll be there in less than 24 hours. And we can totally make stupid jokes all weekend. I'm excited too.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
The kids are better - hooray! Just in time to go to school one day for their holiday parties. They were really sweet this morning, and obviously happy to be back to normal.
Their illness also made my very, very busy week a lot less so. I was supposed to attend a party Monday night, but that's when their fever started and I figured choosing a party over sick kids would suggest that I was, er, a bit too cavalier about my children's health and well-being. My Tuesday volunteer commitment was too important to skip, and it ended fairly early (6 p.m.) anyway. Yesterday was Girl Scouts, so that, of course, was missed. And my event scheduled for this evening was canceled due to the hostess being sick (I promise, she didn't get it from my kids!).
Add to the calm week the fact that THE BOY STAYED IN HIS BED ALL NIGHT OH MY HEAVENS and you get a fairly well-rested blogger.
Who will drive all night tomorrow night to visit the ancestral home.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Another night with the human radiator has left me completely useless. The kids are still running fever, which means no field trip today for Susie, and no girl scouts tonight. She's heartbroken. I wish I could just snap my fingers and make everything okay, but I can't.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I was awakened at an unknown time this morning by a very warm little Boy who was insistenly stage-whispering, "Mom! Mom!" while standing next to my bed. Yes, the kids spiked a fever yesterday afternoon, but even in his compromised state (read: 102.5 degrees Farenheit), he remains polite, not just climbing into my bed, but waiting for the invitiation.
Needless to say, I got very little sleep. What with the Husband on one side and the very toasty Boy on the other, and the little dog up there somewhere, I was very warm and crowded.
Interesting how the same bug (almost certainly a virus) manifests so differently for the kids. Susie gets achy and whiny and her stomach bothers her when she's sick. Her fever tipoff? Headache and really tired. The Boy gets a croupy cough and gets really annoying. His fever tipoff? Hot skin.
So they're all dosed up with motrin and tylenol and hanging out in their pajamas and watching tv and playing video games. The Husband looks on and hydrates them.
Sad part is how many times I took my temperature, hoping for a triple-digit number so I could join them.
Friday, December 15, 2006
At Susie's school holiday program last night, I learned a couple of interesting things.
Susie has undergone some major personality changes in the last few years. In first grade, when I asked her if she wanted to take ballet, she vehemently told me that no she did not because she did not want to perform in front of people. Now, I'm a complete sucker for little girls in ballet outfits zipping around a stage, and I really, really wanted my little darling to do that. So I tried to convince her: "But sweetie, you sing in the children's choir at church...and that's performing in front of people..." She's no dummy. She had an answer: "But I know all those people at church. It's not the same. I'm shy." And I dropped it. She's always been a child who knows her limits, actual or self-created. (A trait that will hopefully serve her well in her teen years.)
Fast-forward a couple of years, and suddenly she's not only okay with performing in front of strangers, she's actually happy about it. She's performed very well at piano recitals, appearing composed and not choking if she made a mistake in the song. When she was invited to join the school's chorus, she was really excited. Part of that excitement stems from her efforts to be a more responsible, more mature version of her mother. (Yes, you read it right.) Mom sings, and now Susie sings. All is well in the world. And last night, all was most definitely well in the world. She was great - played a xylophone and though I could tell when she goofed, she stayed focused and didn't panic, and sang the songs just fine - due in part to much much much preparation, both at school and at home. (And, by the way....a major plug for Orff music programs....what they're doing in my kids' schools is so much more interesting and challenging than the music programs of my childhood. And all this talk of arts programs being cut is not an issue in our school - we have three regular music teachers, then also a strings teacher and a piano teacher. So there's a point in favor of Memphis City Schools.)
But also at this program, in which The Boy was not a participant but an audience member (and a seasoned one at that: the students had already seen the program earlier that day), I learned that The Boy is beginning to want to open his wings on the stage too. When he was very little (three years old) he wanted to sing in the children's choir at church (probably because his sister was participating), which was open to children from kindergarten to sixth grade. Our minister at the time had grandchildren about the same ages as my kids, so she really couldn't say no to a cherubic little blonde boy whose hair looked like the Campbell's soup kid. Even if he was too little to sing the songs correctly.
Within a couple of years, the Boy was no longer interested in children's choir. (Which really hurt my feelings because he's got a really pretty voice.) But in the past six months, he has expressed interest in a local Boy's Choir and in a larger children's choir. (Our church no longer has a children's choir because the minister who was the director of it has retired.) And last night, as we watched the school's modern dance group perform (I'd call it more like hip hop dance), he told me that he'd like to join that group. There's one boy in the group and the Boy took Karate with him last year and has pronounced him "nice." He also said he'd like to participate in the after school acting program. And then said, "I just want to perform!"
Last year, his grandparents gave him a book by Jay Leno, "How to Be the Funniest Kid in the Whole Wide World." He leafed through it a bit, but it got put on the bookshelf and not looked at again until close to this past Thanksgiving. And now he's all about telling jokes and funny stories. And, honestly, he's funny. His delivery is really good, and he makes up some really wacky material. He does the little quote marks in the air gesture in random moments, and it works. He isn't a class clown type kid - in fact, he's very serious at school - but he may really have a knack for comedy.
So our job now is to figure out how to proceed with this one. Susie is obviously interested in the world of music, which is a path I know very well from years and years and years of piano and choir. The Boy, however, has shown promise in music and now acting and is interested in dance. Too bad that school from "Fame" isn't here and available for second grade!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Y'know what? All this meetings and rehearsals and concerts in the evening thing? Has a result: I miss my kids. Even on the weekend, when we should have loads of time together, we've all been busy.
One of my favorite memories of 2006 is New Year's Day. We had had a few people over the night before and three of them spent the night (because home was a 45-minute drive and I don't like the thought of my friends being in car accidents). So we got up in the morning and I made breakfast (yay for chorizo sausage!) and they went on their way. I hadn't changed out of my pajamas at that point, and I didn't all day. The kids drifted downstairs (also in jammies) and we snuggled on the couch under blankets and drank cocoa and ate comfort food and watched "Mythbusters" on TV for hours and hours.
The Husband, in general, does not favor "Pajama Day" as a family activity, arguing that it's not an activity, just wearing pajamas. I, however, find that "Pajama Time" (whether just an evening or an entire day) is very much a family activity. When the kids and I haven't had time in the week to really connect (which, for my daughter, entails rubbing my arm a lot while snuggling....for The Boy, it's just the snuggling...he never took on the arm rubbing as a pastime), we look forward to Pajama Time. Because we know that means we'll stop rushing around and just be together. Sure, we may watch television or movies, but we may be in the kitchen making something sweet and cheesy and comforting. Or we may play with the dogs. But the important part? We're together and that's what we're focused on.
And I've eyeballed my calendar. It appears that tonight and next Thursday are the two opportunities for pajama time. (And next Thursday? When I'm packing? To go to Michigan? My kids are much more likely to be victims of child abuse than to bask in the family glow that is Pajama Night.) (Not that I'd ever really abuse them, but the possibility of pajama time when packing is, well, not.)
So guess what I'm wearing tonight?
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Two interesting facts, both concerning old people.
1. My grandmother turns 98 today. That's very old. And I'll see her in ten days, approximately.
2. The oldest person in the world died yesterday. She lived here in Memphis. And one of my co-workers is her great-granddaughter. She was 116 years old.
If my grandmother lives to be 116, I'll be 53 years old when she dies. My kids will be 27 and 25. Which would mean she possibly would live to see her great-great-grandchildren.
However, if that happens I'd be dead at 53 just from the shock of having seen my grandmother turn 116. Holy cow. That's old.
Last night, the worst happened.
(Wow, what a great beginning! Don't you just want to keep reading and find out what was so horrible? Here it comes!)
We're pretty much done with our holiday shopping. A few of the gifts were sent directly from the online merchant to my parents' house, so to leave us as unburdoned as possible for the long drive. (And because my mom is so cool that she wraps without me asking!) (Thanks, Mom!) But the balance of the gifts were lurking in the dark recesses of my closet until last night. When I removed them to make sure we hadn't missed something or the kids were uneven or something horrible. Also, I needed to wrap. (Mom, don't you want to come for a quick weekend? Pretty please? I'll cook!)
Before the wrapping and during the evaluating, with The Husband in the room, what to our wondering eyes should appear but THE BOY!!!! Oh! My! God! The! Boy! Saw! Everything! Every single present (except one that is big and still in the closet since it's for both of them) was laid out lovingly all over my bed and the floor nearby. The Husband panicked and yelped and The Boy ran.
After trying to convince myself that (a) he probably didn't really see much and (b) he didn't have his glasses on and (c) who cares anyway?, I went upstairs to do damage control. Because that's what I do.
The Boy was in his bed, crying. He knew what had happened, and he didn't want that to happen. I asked him what he saw, and he told me that he didn't see any of it clearly but maybe he had detected a board game (there *is* a board game in the mix, but he could not have seen it because it was under something...which means he didn't correctly identify something entirely different). I assume he's telling the truth. Much of the stuff is small, and even the big stuff is not necessarily easy to recognize without glasses. At last I hope.
Did I finish wrapping? Um, no. I got really tired of it. I did slog through and get my kids' and The Husband's gifts wrapped. And the gifts for my family. And a little of his family. But there's still a big bag of gifts for his family that need to be wrapped, and still a wee bit of shopping to be done.
Monday, December 11, 2006
The concert was great! We sang quite well and the audience enjoyed it. One piece in particular, a very modern setting of Blake's poem "Little Lamb" was really quite spectacular - and being part of a group in which everyone is singing it right and well and we're all one sound together - it's hard to explain how that qualifies (to me) as a spiritual experience. But it was.
Speaking of spiritual experiences, Dana's memorial service on Saturday was amazing. The service was spot-on. Our minister, who is young and new and everything that would make one a bit nervous as to how he would handle his first memorial service at our church, especially for someone who was such a central member of the congregation, did an incredible job. His eulogy of her was insightful, sensitive, and really captured her essence. The hymns were appropriate; the choir's anthem was a song Dana liked.
When I was a kid, my mom was a "church lady" in the best sense of the term. She was active and involved and had her hand in much of what happened at church. As a result, I saw a lot of the "behind the scenes" things at church, and that stuck with me. What stuck most was those images of women working together, whether serving food or making crafts or wrangling children. Those tasks that traditionally are in the world of women.
More than half a year ago, the eldest member of our church died after a few months of poor health. His death was not a tragedy nor was it a surprise. His memorial service was, truth be told, a wonderfully fun tribute to a remarkable individual. After the service, I headed to the kitchen to help bring out the food and drinks that a small committee had organized. My involvement in this operation was marginal, but it reminded me of those days as a child, watching the women work. And I realized that now I was one of those women. That's one of those moments in which it clicks that I'm a "real" adult now. (You'd think having two kids would have done that, but not really.)
At Dana's service, there were more women, more tears, and more food. And I was more involved. The kitchen (and the classroom next door) was the location of an intricate ballet, danced by women who loved Dana. Each of us shared at least that in common. But there was so much more going on than just arranging food on platters or mulling cider. There was a feeling of support, of "it's all right to cry", of being in this together, with each woman being able to pull away for a moment, with nobody being overwhelmed with the task. The task of caring for each other as well as for our church community and the larger community of people who cared about Dana or her family, was holy. A husband came into the kitchen for a moment, and I saw him watching us, in our silent dance. He noticed that there was something special happening. "It's like being backstage at a magic show," he said, lightly. He got smiles.
The next day, back at church, back in that same kitchen, with several of the same women, the moment was different. We were just taking care of the monthly potluck. Nothing special. But I mentioned how sacred the same task had felt the previous day to a couple of the women, and they both "got" it. They understood that feeling that really evades the spoken (or written) word. That feeling for which there are no words.
Friday, December 08, 2006
That's what I am today. This week. Hopefully not, but it seems like this month. The holidays get much of the blame. More parties, concerts, school events than normal, shoved into three weeks. Add a couple of birthdays and upheaval at work (nothing bad, just upheaval in general caused by moving offices due to construction), and you've got an overbooked blogger.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Ugh, so politically incorrect!
So after I got home yesterday I walked the dogs. And I noticed that nobody else in my family had brought the trash and recycle bins back to their home behind the house (yesterday was trash collection day, nearly a holiday in Memphis because of 1968 and the only real reason we're famous other than Elvis) (that was an amazing sentence). And I did what any normal person would do. I put the dogs inside and went to the curb to get the garbage cans, lugged them up the stairs to our house, then did a double-take. The strip of lawn between the sidewalk and the curb had been OVERTAKEN with clover. And the clover was deep and luxurious and really effing inappropriate for our house, so lovingly decorated for the holidays.
This is where things go a little nutty. (Keep in mind the course of events: arrive home from work, walk dogs, lug garbage cans.) (Notice I never mention "Change into casual clothes.") I go to the back of the house, where our storage room is, and get the weed-eater. Which is a little broken, so I have to hold it together. And I weed-eat the clover. Which doesn't seem too insane, except it was 40 degrees, I'm wearing my work clothes, and oh, did I mention that it was DARK outside?
Yep. I'm a tard. And also? Busted by two neighbors. And my kids even came outside to watch mommy go completely bat$hit.
And I'm off to post on the new blog that the Husband and I have started.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
It's not cool to post something that is destined to be awful and boring. (Which is probably a good reason to just remove this entire blog.) (But no.)
Last night I learned that I made a tactical error in our holiday plans. We're driving (in a rented car) (because both our cars are aging) to a state that borders Canada. So far so good. Since my wonderful parents are caring for my grandmother (who turns 98 next week!) they don't have a guest room anymore. So the kids will stay at their house and the Husband and I, along with my brother and his girlfriend (which is such a stupid word to use when we're all over 30 and they live in the same apartment, presumably sleeping in the same bed), will stay in a hotel suite nearby.
Did you notice the tactical error?
My darling mother, before making the arrangements, asked my brother and me what we'd prefer: two separate rooms or a big suite. I haven't seen my brother in over two years, and I've never met his "friend". Two rooms could possibly be quite far apart. And I don't want to run around a hotel in my pajamas. (Because I'm 35, for God's sake!) So my brother took the incredibly smart road of saying "Whatever." (Why can't I do that, like EVER?!?) But I voted. Yes indeed. I voted for a suite. A suite with a bedroom containing a king-sized bed and a living room with a fold-out bed.
The husband learned of these plans yesterday and now has further evidence that I'm at best unstable. At worst trying to ruin his life. Because a door? Is not nearly enough privacy. And sharing a bathroom? I kept telling him about the kitchen and the minibar, but he was not hearing it.
But at least he didn't insist on changing the reservation.
So brother, if you're reading this, we call DIBS on the king sized bed. And first in the shower!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
I'm delighted to announce that I'm almost done with my holiday shopping. Still a few little odds and ends left to purchase, but we're in good shape at this point. Wrapping? Um. No. Haven't started that.
The weekend was one of those, "What the hell just happened?" kinds of weekends. I received word on Friday that a woman at church (a fond acquaintance? is that a legitimate term?) who had been battling ovarian cancer had stopped treatment and begun hospice. Which was a surprise to me because (a) I'm not in her inner circle and (b) I'm totally not at all observent and thought she was doing okay. Saturday I learned that things were expected to progress quickly. As I got ready for church on Sunday, my sweet husband, who knew that church would be emotional at best, made me promise that we would go shopping after church. Because I would need to promise in advance to do something like that or I'd wind up sitting home crying on the couch and drinking too much wine. (Unlike me, he's not a bit unobservant and has a clue much of the time.)
Turns out that "things will likely progress quickly" was the understatement of the year. Dana died Saturday morning (I learned at church). So there was much crying at church by me and by lots of other people. But I kept my promise and zoomed home to take the kids for a playdate and then we shopped.
And we accomplished much! Susie? Done. Nephews and niece? Done. The Boy? Done. My mother? Done. (And I had already completed shopping for the Husband.) That leaves my dad (which I've already selected, just have to purchase), the mother-in-law and her husband, the sisters-in-law (one I already know what to buy, just need to run over and buy it, the other shouldn't be too hard...), the husband of one sister-in-law (again, should be easy), and my brother and his girlfriend. And I think I know what I'm getting her. And now that it's all written down that sounds like a pantload of shopping left to do. Crud. I thought I was almost done.
Concert is Friday. Thank goodness. The last two weeks of rehearsals have been tiring and not very fun and I'm honestly sick of the music - this is the first concert that I've been indifferent (or worse) about the majority of the music. I like about three pieces, but I only love love love one piece. Usually the music for these concerts haunts me for weeks and months and sometimes years after the concert. I don't think this one will. It just doesn't thrill me. But come anyway. Taste is in the mouth of the beholder, right?
I sound much grumpier than I am. Really. I'm in a pretty good mood. Honest.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
So it's very awkward now, here at work, because my boss and my closest co-worker both know full well about my non-job-offer (since they were called as references). Sort of like being a lame duck without the perks of having an exit date. So I feel pretty uncomfortable.
I suppose this, too, will pass. But I think I need to meet with HR and see what the deal is. I've been second place on several jobs now, and it's starting to really get to me. Maybe I need to go elsewhere. I dunno.
HOWEVER (big cleansing breath), I do have so many great things in my life. There's my family, of course. How awesome are they? Well, since you asked, last night when I cooked an amazingly delicious meal (really!), Susie exclaimed, "This spinach is awesome!" Really. And then The Boy, while I was fixing his plate, told me, "I want some of that spinach." So that's cool. Because I never said that as a kid. Or really as an adult either. And the curried veggies and red lentils? Heaven. Susie was practicing the piano (for her recital! Tonight! Bring tissues!) and burst into the kitchen while I was cooking to lodge this complaint:
"How am I supposed to sit there and play the piano when it smells so good in here?"
Yes indeed, I like that girl more than I like beer.
And my husband isn't bad either. He shot out a great string of obscenities about the whole situation and boy, if that hiring manager has between his ears what my husband thinks he does, then it's a pretty smelly cranium. That's all I'm sayin'.
Oh, and another good thing in my life? The super-fun people that I hang out with in my singing group, one of whom sent me the most touching and supportive email this morning. I practically could feel the hug through the screen. And my neighbors are so funny and distracting. And my minister also emailed all the right things yesterday afternoon and this morning. So my good deeds seem to not go unnoticed, for which I'm grateful.
And my close co-worker was awesome yesterday when I was concentrating so hard on my eye makeup, and she's been so great today too, and she gives really good advice when I need it. I appreciate having someone to trust, because work is tricky that way.
So I'm not going to wallow in this and get in a horrible funk. Didn't you hear? It's almost Chrismukkah! And I'm not letting any stupid job ruin that holiday of holidays. Plus, there's the Husband and Neighbor's birthday party to plan. Did I mention the menu? Cause I know everyone will be clamoring for an invitation if they hear that I'm serving miniature meatloaves, wild mushroom pizzas, chocolate fondue with fluffernutter sandwiches, fruit, Swedish fish, pretzels, and marshmallows, and cheese fondue with bagels and assorted breads. And the cakes? Well, we'll have to wait and see about the cupcake extravaganza that will be there. Suffice it to say, "Holy cupcakes in a tree!"
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
You know that pit-of-the-stomach feeling? The one you get when you're watching a scary movie and something really really bad is about to happen? That feeling when there's an unexpected envelope in your mailbox from the IRS?
That's the feeling I've had for a week. Not hearing either way about this job is crazy-making. I've already been told, unofficially, that it's mine. They've called my boss and one of my co-workers. So what's with the going dark?
I really, really expect to hear something today. But this delay suggests to me that I'm not going to hear what I want to hear.
Fingers tightly crossed.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Back in my AOL days, there was a message board in the parenting area called "Other People's Parenting". It was a hoppin' board, full of snarkiness. I was a bit too busy (parenting!) to keep up with it regularly, but I'd sometimes head over there when I needed a bit of snarkiness.
One of my most-used lines, sometimes even a mantra, is "I did my best parenting before I had children." Because it's all too easy to look at someone's parenting (at the mall, in the park, at the grocery store, at church) and judge. Kids often pick the absolute worst times and places to fall apart. And it's hard to parent with an audience.
HOWEVER (you knew I couldn't be all understanding and sympathetic for a whole post, right?), there are things that we can do as parents, when our kids go completely bat$hit in public (or semi-public, even). Like lose the audience. Get away from the crowd. Go to the restroom with your toddler. Or to the car. Or the hallway. Somewhere that you can be a grown up and remind junior that, yes, indeed, you are an authority figure and are to be respected as such. (And if you can do all that without raising your voice or hitting anyone, even better!) (Because I'm not going to be impressed with your disciplinarian approach if you hit your kid in the aisle at Kroger.) (Especially if you hit the kid with your shoe.)
It's hard to watch people trying to reason with toddlers. It's hard to watch people make empty threats. There's a rule I try to follow (I'm not perfect, though). Don't say it if you're not going to do it. That goes for positive things and negative things. Don't tell the kids you're going to make smoothies and then not do it. (See, I'm not perfect. That was yesterday.) Don't tell them they have to clean their room or they don't get to go to the movies when you know good and well that the only thing that would prevent them from going to the movies would be an act of God or projectile vomiting (which is the opposite of an act of God...possibly even an argument for atheism). They'll test you. They'll find out if you're for real. And if you're not, they know that it's open for negotiation. And that? Is the path of destruction. Beware all ye who enter.
Did I mention that my darling son, The Boy, who often has difficult moments, was a perfect angel all Thanksgiving weekend? He played with his cousin (well, step-cousin, but that's just too many syllables) and had the greatest time. No testing at all. Even took a shower without arguing with me. Aunt S., feel free to send T. to our house whenever you want. You probably don't even need to call. He and The Boy are like peas and carrots and seem to bring out the best in each other. So that whole post I was going to write about The Boy and how he deals (or mostly does not) with peers? Maybe not so much. He really did great this weekend.
Susie, of course, was perfect. She's good at that. She entertained and corralled her younger cousins (ranging in age from three to five). She was patient. She was kind. She was tireless. I don't really know how I got such a child. She's really amazingly mature in those situations.
And The Husband was so good sticking to his diet and exercise program. His brown corduroy pants were tight in the spring and they were falling down yesterday. Progress.
And our Christmas lights are up. Yay.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Should I write about Thanksgiving? Because it was fine. Turkey, dressing, all that. Just dandy.
I opted to not shop today. The whole "I have panic attacks in crowds" part of me won out, and I decided to be on kid duty. The best part? Hanging out in the car for an hour, in the driveway, when my three-year-old, extremely exhausted nephew napped in his car seat. I didn't want to risk waking him up by moving him, so I studied my music for the concert (quietly) and let him sleep. Apparently that's insane-people behavior from the reaction I got when the shoppers returned. Oh well. I thought it was nice. And he really needed that nap. Yes. Indeed.
The best thing about spending time with the young neice and nephews is that it reminds me how awesomely awesome it is to have older children. I have so darn much fun with my kids, and they are considerably less labor-intensive. Very nice.
Back to the football game. Or the nap. Same difference to me, except the former is much noisier with this crowd.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Meme....from Tater & Tot....(http://www.taterandtot.blogspot.com).
Ten Things I Like About Me
1. I'm really funny. (Really!) Maybe more so in person.
2. I'm a cool mom. Did I mention that I re-dyed Susie's hair PURPLE yesterday? And that The Boy's mohawk now sports red streaks? Because we're punk rock.
3. I can get along with darn near anyone. Just ask anyone at work.
4. I'm scary smart. My undergrad years don't necessarily reflect this (especially not that freshman year....sorry Mom and Dad!), but I've re-read some of the papers I wrote in graduate school and DAMN! I really had an astonishing mind back then. Maybe I should stop drinking after all. Maybe I've already lost too many brain cells.
5. Duh. I'm a very good cook. I sometimes flirt with greatness.
6. I wake up in a good mood almost every day.
7. Pretty singing voice.
8. This is kind of like a 2a. I'm the kind of mom I always wanted to be...the mom that all the kids like to be around. The kids seem to congregate at our house. Especially the girls. They like being around me and they talk to me. I hope hope hope hope hope that stays the same for the next at least ten years. And the next fifty would be fine, too. Because I really do care about these kids and their lives and dreams and problems and I'd honest to god adopt any of Susie's friends in a heartbeat if they ever needed a new family. (The Boy has a different experience of friendship that probably one day deserves its own blog entry. But not today. This is about me!)
9. I throw fabulous parties. Unless the party is for a tween girl. But if it's for adults, watch out. The Husband, at my behest and artistic direction, makes fantastic mix cd's that are always *perfect* and my food is the bomb and I decorate if I need to and the clothes we all wear are perfect. My 35th birthday party - Asian themed - is legendary. People are still talking about it.
10. I look really good in my clothes. My body is far from perfect (you try carrying a 10 lb. baby on a 100 lb., 5'2" frame and see what it does to your belly) (and a four-month-long course of high dose prednisone didn't help) (plus quitting smoking) (and I like beer) (and I work in food service), but it's strong and in proportion and I think it looks pretty darn good for 35 and two kids. (And the Husband is not complaining either.)
Okay, any takers?
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Still no news about the job.
This can't be good.
Trying not to get disappointed.
That's what I get for saying anything. (Not that I'm superstitious or anything.) (I just firmly believe that the universe sometimes gets a huge laugh out of pinging people down when they get too confident.)
Glad there's wine at home.
This job offer may never come! I'm really hoping today is the day. Because I'll probably need to blow off some steam afterward. And if I hear tomorrow, I'll be stuck blowing off steam for five hours in a car, traveling to the in-laws'. And that's not my idea of the perfect steam-blowing-off location. (The car part, not the in-laws' part.) (But maybe that too.) (I'd better stop before I dig myself a hole.)
Had a very good half of a rehearsal last night. We normally rehearse on Tuesdays, which means The Husband has arranged his schedule so that he's home on Tuesdays. But not on Mondays. So when rehearsal changes to Monday, the kids come with. Which is fine except (a) it's boring if you're not participating and (b) they go to bed at 8, and rehearsal ends after 9. So we attended half the rehearsal. And rehearsed exactly one song, measure by measure. And note by note in some spots. I honestly love workshopping a piece of music like that. I feel 7200% better about that piece than I did 24 hours ago. And since the piece is 36 pages (!!) long, that's 200% per page.
Until quite recently, I felt like I was the "weakest link" in my section (alto). But working with this group has really exercised my musical "muscles" to the point that I feel like I'm definitely holding my own. My sight reading skills were never all that great (ask one of my many piano teachers), but now they're decent. And I find myself singing the part correctly sometimes sooner than other, more experienced, vocalists. Which is pretty neat. Add to that the fact that there are people there who genuinely seem to like me and take an interest in my life and even THINK I'M COOL (ohmygod!), and yeah, I'm hooked. (Let's take a moment here to note that said people are actually even quite cool themselves...professional and amateur and in-between musicians with a lot of talent.)
So yeah, that was cool.
But with no rehearsal tonight, I'm free to watch House. Even without the TIVO. Which is also cool.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Wow, I was sure grumpy last week. Sorry. Will try harder to smile and be charming again. (Wipes vaseline on front teeth - a pageant trick I learned back in the day.) (Another pageant trick: duck tape keeps your strapless dress in place, but owwwie when you remove said tape.)
So It Was The Will Of The Lord that my family (the Husband, The Boy, and Susie, as well as yours truly) all hang out in bed and watch Caddyshack 2 instead of attending church yesterday. Not being one to interfere with God's will, I complied. Very relaxing. Followed by breakfast at the Cafe then shopping at Target and the nearby grocery (nearby to Target, not to us, because our wonderful neighborhood does not have amenities like that) (because we live in the rough urban city, folks, not the suburbs) (and yeah, I'm tough).
We'll be visiting the Husband's family for Thanksgiving and he volunteered me to do much cooking. Which is fine....that's what I like to do anyway. So here's what I'm making: Pumpkin Soup (this recipe originates in Jamaica, where my family lived when I was a wee tot....and it's the only way to convince my father to eat pumpkin....everyone loves it), Creole Succotash (did you know that the first Thanksgiving feast included succotash? no? now you do. It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without succotash.), Roasted Winter Vegetables with Rosemary and Kalamata Olives (just like the name....very tasty way to serve brussels sprouts and parsnips), and an Apple Tart with Caramel Sauce (okay, so The Boy requested apple pie...but I'm fancy).
My mother-in-law called yesterday and really, really wants me (me!) to go shopping with her and her daughters in the morning the day after Thanksgiving. I dunno why. Maybe because I'm such good company?
Still waiting for news. Would love to know today. That's a hint.
Posted by Kaleigh at 11/20/2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
I don't know why I'm ranting so much this week. It's not hormonal. Maybe it's the diet. Anyway.........
Don't you hate people who don't follow up? Like not answering emails? Or returning phone calls that need an answer? Urgh. I've spent too much time today trying to track someone down. I had pretty much decided that she was not in the office at all, but I did call another person and found out she was there. Frankly, that made me even angrier. If she'd been home with the flu that would be a much better reason than just ignoring my messages. If this were an isolated incident I'd probably be less irate. But this office in general is really, really, really bad about following up.
Which won't matter a whit to me anymore if the news I'm about to get is the news I'm 99.9% sure I'm going to get. Because I'll discontinue my affiliation with the no-follow-through office. And I'll be more than happy to say more about that later, but not today. I'm just superstitious enough to not want to jinx things.
But hey, the Husband claims that I have lost weight on his diet. Not sure if he's right (we don't own a scale), but he might be. I got rid of a lot of clothes that don't fit anymore (quitting smoking plus being a foodie equals weight gain), so I'm no longer torturing myself with things I can't wear. Just torturing myself with an almost-vegan diet at home.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
It went well. So well that I had to tell my boss about it because she's going to get a phone call tomorrow. I'm tied up in knots waiting to find out what's going to happen. I really really really don't want to reprise my first loser performance of Saturday. This job is way better than prom queen.
Not much else to say. My arm hurts 'cause I got a flu shot today. Bought cute PJs for the family (early early early Christmas presents for all of us). Sock monkeys. Oh yes. Because we love monkeys almost irrationally.
And boy did it rain hard this morning. Woke up the kids, which is saying something.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
I'm working on a theory.
I think (but I have no proof) that there's a relationship between car size and a man's, um, yeah, that.
Think about it: who is buying these Hummers and Jeep Commanders? Think of your neighbors, your co-workers. Which of them is in that behemouth of a vehicle, gulping down gallons of gas and, thank-you-very-much, NEVER carpooling? Is it the really cool guy that you'd love to have lunch with every day of your natural life? Is it the ironic and hip girl who always has the best jokes? No? I didn't think so. No. It's the dude with the Napoleon complex. Except maybe he's tall. But I'm thinking that Hedwig and the Angry Inch? Strikes a chord.
That's all I'm sayin'. It's freaking retarded to buy a gigantic SUV.
Monday, November 13, 2006
I have a confession to make. I come in second place a lot.
Take this weekend as a recent example. Our church's annual auction is the scene. This year's theme is retro prom (think blue ruffly tuxedo shirts....). There's a prom queen election. I started campaigning early. My platform was: Vote for me or I'll kick your a$$. Pretty good, I thought. And it was looking good. I was going to win. All those miserable years as a teen would be avenged. I would be the prom queen. Oh yes. I bought pink tiara earrings in advance.
And a year prior....same place, different theme. Old West Chili Cook-Off. I work in food service. I've cooked for a Nobel prizewinner. I can make darn good chili. And I even bought freakin' OSTRICH meat.
And both times....second place.
My chili was defeated by a chili made of CANNED chicken and canned beans and nothing special whatsoever.
And who defeated me in my bid for prom queen? A guy. A big guy who is straight. And wore a dress and bad fake tits and an ugly wig. That ugly non-drag-queen beat me, looking ULTRA HOT in a sheath of a black dress, my second-highest heels, hair done.
Life lesson: don't try to win. Extra effort results in second-place finishes. And the man will ALWAYS try to keep you down, even if you're hotter and your boobs are real.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Okay, I'm breaking the most important rule of blogging. I'm blogging about work. Everyone please pray that I don't get fired.
I interviewed for a new position at my company yesterday. And I had a conversation today with someone that indicated that I was the top contestant. The job is a few pay grades higher than where I am, and it's definitely got more prestige. Not necessarily a wardrobe change, but could lead to one.
I spent part of today tidying up my office just in case I need to start packing it up next week. I'm ready for a change and this really does seem to be a great opportunity.
And I'm getting a haircut tomorrow.
It's girls' night in for Susie this evening...she'll have two friends spend the night. One is the daughter of the foreign politician who has his own Wikipedia entry (my geeky entry last month); the other is just a normal kid from what I've witnessed. The Boy will spend the night with a friend. I, on the other hand, will be across town at a rehearsal. And I may do a little celebratory shopping beforehand. Because I'm gonna get that job.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
We've been busy enough for the past few days that I wasn't focusing on the new diet that we've picked for The Husband in order to reverse his Metabolic Syndrome. Yesterday I had some downtime, however, and worked out a new weekly plan. And last night, even though the pantry was close to bare, I managed to find the ingredients to make a really yummy minestrone soup. (With a few insignificant substitutions.) Baked some apples for dessert, which satisfies the sweet tooth AND is a serving or two of fruit.
If all the recipes from this upcoming week go over well, we'll have a good two week cycle of recipes from the www.mediterrasian.com site. I have sufficient cookbooks of different styles (and enough culinary knowledge, skill, and creativity) that I am confident that I can create a monthly cycle. And probably even seasonalize the menus, with different rotations for different times of the year (i.e., tomatoes for every meal in July!!).
Of course, there's a challenge. Because I'm too busy to make two dinners every night, these recipes must also pass the kid test. Now, Susie and The Boy are both pretty adventurous eaters, especially when compared with their peers. And I have a policy that if you don't like what I make, you can make yourself a PBJ sandwich. They rarely take me up on that one. Last night was no exception. They glared at the food, but they ate it. Even finished it! I've been augmenting their meals with a fattier side dish (kids' developing nervous systems need fat...and the kids thus far show no signs of a weight problem). So they had cheese mini-ravioli with butter and parmesan with their soup. I have confidence that the Greek dishes, Middle Eastern, and Indian dishes will go over well. Italian is a no-brainer, and most of my "regular" cooking is French-influenced (but richer than the Provencal dishes on the Mediterrasian diet). It's the Tunisian and Turkish items that I'm less certain of, since those are different flavor signatures and combinations than our usual fare. The kids also have not yet tried Thai, which I really like (and The Husband is somewhat lukewarm about). Susie has a mostly-hate relationship with Chinese food (and The Boy loves it, doesn't that figure....) but she is a huge sushi/edamame/miso soup fan, so we should be able to make Japanese dinners work for her.
The upcoming week will have more of a Mediterranean focus than the first week, which was mostly Asian foods. Fortunately we have a great Mediterranean grocery store (which is just as fun to visit as the Vietnamese grocery, with the added bonus of being able to see sheep heads in the butcher area!). No more Farmer's Market this season, so we'll be visiting Easy Way for most of the produce. I'm pretty sure it's no different than the produce at the regular grocery store, but it's a locally-owned store and I think they turn over their inventory a little faster, so it at least seems fresher. And the prices are usually better.
A whole post about food? Looks like it. Maybe I'll have more to post later.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Shall Article XI of the Constitution of the State of Tennessee be amended by adding the following language as a new, appropriately designated section:
The historical institution and legal contract solemnizing the relationship of one man and one woman shall be the only legally recognized marital contract in this state. Any policy or law or judicial interpretation, purporting to define marriage as anything other than the historical institution and legal contract between one man and one woman, is contrary to the public policy of this state and shall be void and unenforceable in Tennessee. If another state or foreign jurisdiction issues a license for persons to marry and if such marriage is prohibited in this state by the provisions of this section, then the marriage shall be void and unenforceable in this state.
That's the amendment that resoundingly passed in my state yesterday. I haven't quite had the heart to throw away my "Vote No on One" sign that's been in my yard for months. I really don't have the heart to email everyone I know to decry what's happened. Because we just added discrimination to our constitution.
Voting No on One didn't mean you were in favor of gay marriage. It wasn't going to suddenly become legal due to the failure of Amendment One's passage. Voting No on One was more a vote to keep discrimination out of our constitution.
It wasn't that long ago that marriage was defined as the union of a white man and a white woman or a black man and a black woman. For a long, long time, that was how marriage was legal. Society managed to change enough that marriage stopped being defined by race. And our state's constitution never was amended to exclude interracial marriages. That was just legislation. Which is relatively easy to overturn.
Maybe one day society will change again. I have hope for that when I think of my daughter, proudly helping me vote yesterday. She didn't need to ask which button to push on Amendment One. She hit that "No" button decisively and happily. She gets my vote any day.
If you think it's a good idea, pass it on; turn it into a meme (I don't mean a survey, but an actual, self-replicating meme); infect the world with it. And make it happen.The idea is this:
Shaq must be the next James Bond.
We're going public with this because of the recent talk about Puff Daddy, or P. Diddy, or Diddy, or whatever his name is this week, wanting to be the first black James Bond. This must not be allowed to happen. Diddy is handsome, all right, but there's no evidence that he can act and, due to the unfortunate societal mindset that there can only be one black element in a traditionally white idiom (e.g. newspaper funnypages featuring either "Curtis" or "Boondocks" but seldom both, even though the two strips are totally dissimilar), his likely-inept performance will spoil any chances of there being a second black Bond for ages and ages.
Here's why Shaq must be the first:
- He has natural acting ability, as anyone who's seen him flop can attest to. And he's not as conventionally handsome as P.D., but he has that killer smile.
- He's incredibly charismatic. People who didn't like the Lakers, people who don't like the Miami Heat, people who don't even like basketball like Shaq.
- He's already interested in law enforcement and high-tech gadgets.
- Literally and figuratively, he is a larger-than-life figure who transcends race. Most people of any race who hear of this brilliant casting move won't think "black James Bond" first; they'll think "SHAQ James Bond."
- He's probably going to retire next year and will need a new job.
- He's one of the coolest people in the world, just like James Bond.
- Even I, with my ignorance and general dislike of movies, know that the current Bond sucks and is hated by all hardcore James Bond fans.The only real drawback I can see is that it will be hard to find a stunt double for him, but surely that can be overcome.
Shaq as James Bond. Think about it. If you like Shaq or James Bond, I think you'll see the beauty of it. If so, spread the word. You never know ... like Tinkerbell or that giant oyster-thing in Robert Arthur's "Do You Believe In Ghosts?", if enough people have faith in it, maybe it will come true.
Friday, November 03, 2006
This cold doesn't want to go away. Plus it's getting cold outside. We had a freeze warning last night, so after dinner Susie and I picked the still-green tomatoes off the tomato plants. We filled a large bowl. I was surprised that we had that many left so late. They're now in a paper bag - we'll see if they ripen and taste good. I let a few counter-ripen this summer and they were all right. Still better (fresher) than what we get at the store. And now the Farmer's Market is done until April, so we're stuck with store-bought produce for the next five months.
Busy weekend ahead: rehearsal tomorrow morning, then Susie's girl scout troop (and other troops, too) will be going on a hayride in the afternoon. Since the hayride is in the suburbs, we'll take advantage and visit the large wholesale store and the mall because I threw away all my candles when we moved and never replaced them. It's time. (I realized the gravity of the situation on Halloween, when we had to scramble to find sufficient candles to light the pumpkins....one of the pumpkins got a "Glade Candle-Scents" candle because we didn't have the proper supplies. Smelled strange....mulberry + natural pumpkin.) We also want to go to the health food store because they sell things like non-instant oatmeal in bulk. And we eat it in bulk.
Sunday, if it's not raining, we're going to go hiking in the nearby State Park. There's a nice 3 mile loop that's just challenging enough for the kids (I hiked it pregnant several times, so it's not hard!). Last time we hiked there, though, we somehow got off the trail and wound up hiking more like 5 miles, and it was getting dark. There was crying. There was wailing. There was gnashing of teeth. And that was just the Husband. Sadly, the crying washed off the bug spray - and that state park is mosquito heaven. Bug bites near the eyes are really unpleasant.
This time we'll all pay attention (the trail is well-marked) and it's late enough in the season (and cold enough) that we won't see any mosquitos (I hope). But I'm bringing extra hot chocolate, just in case.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
I hate being sick.
I hate being sick.
I hate being sick.
However, I really love planning parties, so to make myself feel better, I started planning a birthday party for the Husband and our neighbor. They both have birthdays within a week of Christmas, which means they normally get lame birthday parties. Or none at all. So I've decided to have no other seasonal parties...no Christmas party...no New Year's Party. And instead I'm going to focus the fun on these two lovely people.
And everyone better come and bring them good gifts. Because they deserve a good time.
In other news, my singing group begins rehearsals on Saturday for our holiday concert. I'm very excited, since I sat out from the last two holiday concerts, and, despite being a mostly agnostic, I really really really really love Christmas music. Almost as much as I love planning parties. Which is a lot. Because I'm an extrovert.
Also I've been looking at diets. And I found this really cool site: www.mediterrasian.com. I like what they have to say and I think we can implement a lot of their suggestions in our family. All the research I've done about the Husband's "Metabolic Syndrome" diagnosis suggests that the Mediterranean diet is the solution. So we're gonna try. And if I lose a few pounds in the process, even better. He even told me today that he's interested in tai chi. As long as there's red wine, I can follow any diet.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I didn't write anything yesterday, despite my insistence that the entire purpose of this blog is to discipline myself to write something every day. Sorry, self. I was sick and feeling punky and pretty much couch-surfed much of the day. I did watch my favorite movie, so that was a bright spot.
Oh, and it was also Halloween. The kids had a great time, they looked fantastic, and much candy now resides in our house. Hopefully very little will make it to my hips.
Still not feeling well, but better than yesterday. Mostly just achy, but not as bad as the flu. So I'm done writing.
Monday, October 30, 2006
The chili cook-off was quite a success, especially given the honestly little effort that went into it. At least fifty people attended (I think more like seventy), and thirteen chilis were entered. My chili received praise from the judges but did not win the grand prize. That honor went to a woman who has lived in the neighborhood a long time (probably longer than I've been alive)....and she deserved to win. You can see pictures here.
What I really liked about how yesterday went was that it gave all of us neighbors a chance to remember why we live here. This neighborhood is special - a soon-to-be-shining example of new urbanism and urban renewal. The first wave of homeowners of the new houses is a pretty neat group of people...mostly young, white, and solidly middle-class. None of my neighbors are rich, and a few are poor, but at yesterday's event, that didn't matter a bit. Hopefully we can keep the momentum and keep having successful events.
Friday, October 27, 2006
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
Amenable adjective See liable,
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can...what do you touch first?
A pamphlet for Laura's Lean Beef
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Part of a movie with the Husband. It was about vampires.
4. WITHOUT LOOKING, what time is it?
5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear:
Various people talking.
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?:
This morning I walked the dogs.
8. What are you wearing?
Brown shirt & sweater, tan pants, brown boots. I'm looking awfully cute today.
9. When did you last laugh?
Earlier today. It was work-related, and I don't wanna get dooced, so we'll leave it at that.
10. Seen anything weird lately?
Have you heard about the manatee? Watching live raw footage from the news chopper is about as weird as it gets.
11. What did you dream last night?
I can't remember, but the kids both told me about their very interesting dreams this morning. Susie's included falling off a rollercoaster and landing in a Japanese classroom, and she had great problem-solving skills...she pantomimed using a telephone and said "Moshi-moshi; ohayo gozaimasu" (which are typical Japanese greetings) in order to get assistance using the phone. I don't know how she knew that, but I think she's very smart. The Boy's dream included a magical rubber duck and an evil clone of his sister (who was "immature" and "liked" him - "liked" in that girl liking a boy way that is extremely icky to seven-year-old boys). They crack me up.
12. When did you last laugh?
Didn't I just answer that question?
13. What's on the walls of the room you're in?:
A calendar and various stuff pinned on the bulletin board. Nothing terribly interesting.
14. What do you think of this survey?
Better than some.
15. What's the last film you saw?
That one I watched on TV, I guess. Does that count? I didn't see the whole thing. Last one I watched all the way through was "Memoirs of a Geisha", which I liked even though the Japanese characters were mostly played by Chinese actresses. I guess Hollywood figures that white people think that all Asians look alike. Well, I know better. I think a lot of other people know better too. That's annoying.
16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
New clothes. And an electric car. And a motorcycle and a scooter. Honestly that would all happen the same day, so I don't know what would come first. Oh, and some really cute black boots.
17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.
That who doesn't know? Because different people know different things. Okay. Here's one that nobody knows. I once cheated on a French test in high school. (I hope they don't take away my diploma!!)
18. If you could change one thing about the world, what would you change?
Hunger. Nobody should ever have to be hungry.
19. Do you like to dance?
Sometimes. Especially with the kids.
20. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
I've named her already. But here's another name that I didn't use: Marley Eliza
Ditto the above. If there were another boy in my life, he'd be Jackson Joseph. Called JJ.
22. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Done it. But I was a kid then. Yes. I'd consider it. Especially the Netherlands. Or some parts of Canada. Or many other places. But it would be hard because of family. So there would have to be lots of money being earned to allow travel to happen.