I heard little steps on the stairs at 7:00. This is not a good sign on Sunday morning. The bathroom door opening before my door was also not a good sign. Little One walked over to th e bed with tears in her eyes. "I think I have the stomach flu. I didn't make it to the bathroom." Oh my. These are not the words any mother likes to hear. What makes it worse is that Little One always makes it in time. This could not be good. I jumped out of bed and followed her to the bathroom. There was work to be done. She laid down on the couch while I cleaned. I ran through my mind what she had eaten the previous night, hopeful that it was something she ate and not a virus. High school basketball game, two hot dogs...a grill cheese when she got home....uh oh...nothing to indicate a bad food reaction. I took her back to bed and tucked her in, hoping it was just a freak thing. 2o minutes later, she came in again, again not making her mark, and this time, feeling even worse. Ok, well, at least I knew what was coming...
Fast forward a couple of hours. 4 trips to the bathroom. 2 long crying jags (hers, not mine) and a full load of laundry...all before 9:00. My heart goes out to Little One. I guess everyone has a predilaction to some kind of illness...something that they tend to get. The Boy gets a cold....The Husband gets upper respiratory something or other....but Little One gets a stomach virus. This is hard to watch as a mom. Lots of patting and ponytail holding....and lots of trying to discreetly chlorox everything in sight. Then there is this...
The first hour, I find myself wondering if I have it too, or is it just my reaction to her? Ok, I think I am ok. Then there is the mental review and tweak of the day, knowing that church is out...and so are any hopes of finishing the painting and the french novel. The Husband and Boy have a busy day planned, so they will be fine. Neither have risen from bed yet...and when they hear about Little One, they will make a quick exit...There was the aborted attempt to do a yoga tape in between bathroom trips, in some sort of pitiful effort to feel productive....but that failed when Little One ran through yelling "Grab my ponytail...it'c coming again!!'...
So today, I will give up all thought of any of my "best laid plans', and just try and comfort Little One. Is there anything worse than being 10 years old with a stomach virus on a Sunday? Not in her eyes.
Until tomorrow, when the 24 hour rule probably dictates that Little One will miss school...which means more rearranging and adjusting of plans.....but she is calling again....
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
On the State of the Union
I'm going to do a quick follow -up blog here this morning. I hadn't planned on watching the President's State of the Union speech. I was going to go run during this time....but it was too cold, so I was forced to watched. Therefore, I feel compelled to give a short reaction. My apologies to those of you who have this blog sent to your e-mail...sorry to put 2 in your box in one day. Remember, there were none yesterday...
Speech reaction:
1) "I am more hopeful than I have ever been"......I don't think most Americans are feeling this positive, but I could be wrong. I think there is a real feeling of worry and concern out there...
2) "Change has not come fast enough".....again, I feel there is a true disconnect with the country. The problem is, the change that has occurred has not helped or is not wanted.
3) You cannot re-name the Stimulus Bill. You can try and call it a Jobs bill now, but it is the same thing. And here is the deal....many of your job 'suggestions" could have already been passed if you had tried...but you were more interested in cramming through your agenda.
4) If you really believe that the only reason the healthcare bill is unpopular is because you "have not explained it well"....I don't know what to say. New Jersey, Virginia, Massachussetts....do you really think the people in those states didn't understand?? Isn't that an unbelievably smug and condescending reaction? Could it be that people heard and did not like it????
5) You spent very little time on National Security. Why didn't you mention the Christmas Day bombing? The terror trial in New York? Closing Guitmo?..............
6) Thanks for acknowledging that you have screwed up some this year. But you have to do more that acknowledge it...you have to change course a bit......I don't see it yet, but I can be patient.
7) I liked the talk about helping out small businesses and college students...these are things I can support.
8) You want Congress to list earmarks on a website???? ...How about you VETO anything with an earmark in it...this was your campaign promise....
9) Kudos to your wife. Childhood obesity and help for veterans are 2 meaningful and important causes. She stays under the radar and I admire this.
10) It makes me physically ill to have to stare at Pelosi and Biden while you speak.
I think the President has a hard time not being "adored". When he looks out at the republicans in his audience, and they are staring at him stone-faced...he cannot handle it. He still feels that he can somehow win people over with his charisma and personality.....
Please, Mr. President......change course....listen to the Americans.....and listen, you can blame the former administration the first month you are in office...maybe the second....but by the first year...it's your baby. YOU are Washington, Mr. Obama...you are no longer the "outsider". You are the change, remember? Don't play the blame game....it makes you look weak....
So that is it for today and tomorrow.....happy weekend to all.....
Speech reaction:
1) "I am more hopeful than I have ever been"......I don't think most Americans are feeling this positive, but I could be wrong. I think there is a real feeling of worry and concern out there...
2) "Change has not come fast enough".....again, I feel there is a true disconnect with the country. The problem is, the change that has occurred has not helped or is not wanted.
3) You cannot re-name the Stimulus Bill. You can try and call it a Jobs bill now, but it is the same thing. And here is the deal....many of your job 'suggestions" could have already been passed if you had tried...but you were more interested in cramming through your agenda.
4) If you really believe that the only reason the healthcare bill is unpopular is because you "have not explained it well"....I don't know what to say. New Jersey, Virginia, Massachussetts....do you really think the people in those states didn't understand?? Isn't that an unbelievably smug and condescending reaction? Could it be that people heard and did not like it????
5) You spent very little time on National Security. Why didn't you mention the Christmas Day bombing? The terror trial in New York? Closing Guitmo?..............
6) Thanks for acknowledging that you have screwed up some this year. But you have to do more that acknowledge it...you have to change course a bit......I don't see it yet, but I can be patient.
7) I liked the talk about helping out small businesses and college students...these are things I can support.
8) You want Congress to list earmarks on a website???? ...How about you VETO anything with an earmark in it...this was your campaign promise....
9) Kudos to your wife. Childhood obesity and help for veterans are 2 meaningful and important causes. She stays under the radar and I admire this.
10) It makes me physically ill to have to stare at Pelosi and Biden while you speak.
I think the President has a hard time not being "adored". When he looks out at the republicans in his audience, and they are staring at him stone-faced...he cannot handle it. He still feels that he can somehow win people over with his charisma and personality.....
Please, Mr. President......change course....listen to the Americans.....and listen, you can blame the former administration the first month you are in office...maybe the second....but by the first year...it's your baby. YOU are Washington, Mr. Obama...you are no longer the "outsider". You are the change, remember? Don't play the blame game....it makes you look weak....
So that is it for today and tomorrow.....happy weekend to all.....
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Is it Spring Yet? ( the Fashion Blog)
Why is it that right after the holidays, when it is still below freezing outside, the spring catalogues start showing up in the mail box? You've just bought all the Christmas presents...and you're wearing your sweaters and boots...and here comes the spring bathing suit catalogue and the resort catalogue. Now as a previous buyer, I can answer the more literal part of that question....the buying for these items has already occurred. But the more fun part of the answer is that these catalogues come just about the time we are ready for warm weather again. When you are freezing just walking out to the mailbox, it's nice to open up a catalogue and see pretty spring clothes....
On this note, I happened to pop onto the J Crew facebook page the other day. Their stylist "Jenna", who puts together a kind of 'top 10' list every season, had posted a picture of some 'must have' pieces. There was a kind of 'online' fight going on as to whether this look was relevant or not. Now, the job of the stylist is to create a kind of feeling. The look is not so much based on the individual pieces, but it is the total picture. I happened to love the picture. I thought it was a great mix of texture and color. I couldn't...or wouldn't... personally wear all of the pieces, but the picture caused me to look more closely at each individual piece. To me, this meant she had succeeded. But many had posted comments on the site critiquing the picture. I hit 'like' just to give Jenna a little support. (If you participate on facebook, you know that 'like' is a lazy way of saying 'I like that'.) This, in turn, made Big Sis laugh... I believe the word she used was "dork". But the niece quickly came to my rescue. She too had seen the picture....and she was more interested in whether or not I liked the sequined shorts.....so, here is my take on the "list'...once again, it's just my opinion...and who cares what I think anyway??
1) The sequined shorts.....These shorts got slammed more than any other item, and I understand why. You would have to be of a certain age and have great legs to pull these off. The niece could wear them. Britney Spears could wear them. Most people could not or would not wear them. But I think they were a very cool part of the whole look.
2) The boyfriend blue oxford shirt.....I love this shirt. It's a wardrobe staple. You can dress it up or down...and it's a great layering piece. She layered it under a sequined tank, which I thought was a really neat mix of texture. I wouldn't wear the sequined shorts...but I would sure wear the sequined tank. I can see it over a white shirt with a pair of jeans...but I can also see it over a sleek pencil skirt...
3)Long Beach cardigan.....at first glance, this one looks old-fashioned and dated...but the shape and texture are very modern...I would wear this over jeans or skirts...but I would also wear it as a robe or a bathing suit cover-up....again, versatility is the key.
4) Zoe Blazer...I am a real lover of jackets and blazers, but I prefer a more tailored jacket. There is a cute 'boyfriend' blazer that I have kept in my online 'wish list' for a month...but it needs a discount before I take the plunge....The Zoe blazer is too boxy for my taste...I don't like anything that doesn't compliment shape....
5) 'Bonne Vie' blue and striped scarf....Love this one...very Parisien, very chic.....perfect with jeans...very cozy-looking...
So that's it for today...6 through 10 to come.....
Until tomorrow....
On this note, I happened to pop onto the J Crew facebook page the other day. Their stylist "Jenna", who puts together a kind of 'top 10' list every season, had posted a picture of some 'must have' pieces. There was a kind of 'online' fight going on as to whether this look was relevant or not. Now, the job of the stylist is to create a kind of feeling. The look is not so much based on the individual pieces, but it is the total picture. I happened to love the picture. I thought it was a great mix of texture and color. I couldn't...or wouldn't... personally wear all of the pieces, but the picture caused me to look more closely at each individual piece. To me, this meant she had succeeded. But many had posted comments on the site critiquing the picture. I hit 'like' just to give Jenna a little support. (If you participate on facebook, you know that 'like' is a lazy way of saying 'I like that'.) This, in turn, made Big Sis laugh... I believe the word she used was "dork". But the niece quickly came to my rescue. She too had seen the picture....and she was more interested in whether or not I liked the sequined shorts.....so, here is my take on the "list'...once again, it's just my opinion...and who cares what I think anyway??
1) The sequined shorts.....These shorts got slammed more than any other item, and I understand why. You would have to be of a certain age and have great legs to pull these off. The niece could wear them. Britney Spears could wear them. Most people could not or would not wear them. But I think they were a very cool part of the whole look.
2) The boyfriend blue oxford shirt.....I love this shirt. It's a wardrobe staple. You can dress it up or down...and it's a great layering piece. She layered it under a sequined tank, which I thought was a really neat mix of texture. I wouldn't wear the sequined shorts...but I would sure wear the sequined tank. I can see it over a white shirt with a pair of jeans...but I can also see it over a sleek pencil skirt...
3)Long Beach cardigan.....at first glance, this one looks old-fashioned and dated...but the shape and texture are very modern...I would wear this over jeans or skirts...but I would also wear it as a robe or a bathing suit cover-up....again, versatility is the key.
4) Zoe Blazer...I am a real lover of jackets and blazers, but I prefer a more tailored jacket. There is a cute 'boyfriend' blazer that I have kept in my online 'wish list' for a month...but it needs a discount before I take the plunge....The Zoe blazer is too boxy for my taste...I don't like anything that doesn't compliment shape....
5) 'Bonne Vie' blue and striped scarf....Love this one...very Parisien, very chic.....perfect with jeans...very cozy-looking...
So that's it for today...6 through 10 to come.....
Until tomorrow....
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
In the News....
Short Discussion of the Day's Headlines in no particular order:
1) On the eve of the State of the Union Address, addressing the fact that his poll numbers are extremely low, President Obama tells Diane Sawyer he would rather be a good one-term President than a mediocre two term. Hey Mr. President....the point is, nobody thinks you're a good one- termer yet. WSJ has a very interesting article today entitled 'Obama and the Copenhagen Syndrome'. The jist of the article is that "Copenhagen Syndrome" is the "belief in your own miracles. It is a belief that those who crowned you king actually knew what they were doing." You sent your press secretary to the Sunday news shows to say that things are tough because of"the last 8 years. Do you really think the American people are going to give you a pass on that after a year in office? Come on...accountability......time to reassess and listen a little bit. You are the President of a country of people who are trying to tell you something. Listen.
2) Simon Cowell is said to be leaving American Idol next year. Possible replacements being mentioned? Tommy Mattola....uh...too old, irrelevant. Head of a record company, but his biggest claim to fame is being Mariah Carey's ex-husband....Jamie Foxx....I think he can be really crude and nasty. I know Simon is rotten, but one senses there is a heart there somewhere..........Donny Osmond....Love Donny, but no. Too nice. ..................Not sure there is a replacement for Simon.
3) Brad and Angelina are splitting up. Well, this is in the news every other week. If it is true, very sad for all of those kids....but really, why does this get so much attention?
4) It is being said that the US response to the earthquake in Haiti was worse than the response to Katrina. I think this is a tough one to judge. You are dealing with a country so full of corruption that there was unbelievable poverty to begin with. Factor in total devastation and a dissolving of any government structure...and what do you do? You send troops and supplies and try and figure out how to get help to the people who need it. Unfortunately, this takes time...and in a disaster of this magnitude, you just do not have time.....I really cannot blame our government for this one.....
5) Conan vs Leno. Well, I don 't really care. But from a purely business standpoint, the network is obviously going to give the Tonight Show to the guy who can bring the best ratings.....I understand that it stinks for Conan...but isn't that how it is for anyone who gets "moved around" in their job when someone else is more productive? I mean, it may not be 'fair'...but it's a business....
6) Colts or Saints in the Super Bowl? Ouch...it still hurts that I can't say Vikings. If I can't cheer for Brett, I'm going with Peyton Manning....
So that is it for today....I don't have time to get to 7-10. Just a warning to those who don't care...tomorrow is about fashion.....
Until tomorrow....
1) On the eve of the State of the Union Address, addressing the fact that his poll numbers are extremely low, President Obama tells Diane Sawyer he would rather be a good one-term President than a mediocre two term. Hey Mr. President....the point is, nobody thinks you're a good one- termer yet. WSJ has a very interesting article today entitled 'Obama and the Copenhagen Syndrome'. The jist of the article is that "Copenhagen Syndrome" is the "belief in your own miracles. It is a belief that those who crowned you king actually knew what they were doing." You sent your press secretary to the Sunday news shows to say that things are tough because of"the last 8 years. Do you really think the American people are going to give you a pass on that after a year in office? Come on...accountability......time to reassess and listen a little bit. You are the President of a country of people who are trying to tell you something. Listen.
2) Simon Cowell is said to be leaving American Idol next year. Possible replacements being mentioned? Tommy Mattola....uh...too old, irrelevant. Head of a record company, but his biggest claim to fame is being Mariah Carey's ex-husband....Jamie Foxx....I think he can be really crude and nasty. I know Simon is rotten, but one senses there is a heart there somewhere..........Donny Osmond....Love Donny, but no. Too nice. ..................Not sure there is a replacement for Simon.
3) Brad and Angelina are splitting up. Well, this is in the news every other week. If it is true, very sad for all of those kids....but really, why does this get so much attention?
4) It is being said that the US response to the earthquake in Haiti was worse than the response to Katrina. I think this is a tough one to judge. You are dealing with a country so full of corruption that there was unbelievable poverty to begin with. Factor in total devastation and a dissolving of any government structure...and what do you do? You send troops and supplies and try and figure out how to get help to the people who need it. Unfortunately, this takes time...and in a disaster of this magnitude, you just do not have time.....I really cannot blame our government for this one.....
5) Conan vs Leno. Well, I don 't really care. But from a purely business standpoint, the network is obviously going to give the Tonight Show to the guy who can bring the best ratings.....I understand that it stinks for Conan...but isn't that how it is for anyone who gets "moved around" in their job when someone else is more productive? I mean, it may not be 'fair'...but it's a business....
6) Colts or Saints in the Super Bowl? Ouch...it still hurts that I can't say Vikings. If I can't cheer for Brett, I'm going with Peyton Manning....
So that is it for today....I don't have time to get to 7-10. Just a warning to those who don't care...tomorrow is about fashion.....
Until tomorrow....
Monday, January 25, 2010
A Little Correction....l
I'm going to begin the week with a small correction. I got so many comments on my Saturday blog that I feel compelled to come clean. The point of the blog was to express how I was a little over-competitive. In my attempt to make the point, I did exaggerate a bit.( The Husband is now thinking to himself that I exaggerate about him all of the time, but this is not true.)
In regards to Little One's basketball game, I did holler out a few complaints to the referees, but nothing mean-spirited. In fact, half-way through the game, one of the guys ran by and whispered, "I know how frustrating this is. I use to coach a girl's team, too." After the game, I might have wanted to grit my teeth while shaking hands...but I didn't.
In The Boy's game, I did, indeed, get yelled at by an opposing fan, but truthfully, it was her frustration, and nothing I did. I didn't even respond to her...but I did yell loudly for The Boy after that.
My point that day was that I think I should keep the bigger picture in mind during these games. Last night, my beloved Vikings, led by my hero Brett Favre, got beat. The first quarter, I may have e-mailed the network complaining bout how the announcers were for the opposing Saints (they were!!). I yelled at the tv screen. Finally, The Husband made a sarcastic remark, which forced me to hush. I will forever appreciate The Boy and Little One for cheering with me. Somehow, it is easier to lose when you're not alone.
As I think about it, I think this kind of enthusiasm (kept in check) is a good thing. As you get older, you experience lots of things....but the giddy joy of winning, and the child-like feelings that come with it, are rare. This is why I have rooted for Brett Favre. I love to see honest child-like enthusiasm. When he runs around the field like a crazy man, chest-bumping everyone in sight, I am filled with joy. While we were on vacation, Little One and I were watching a game, and after a score, I jumped up and down. Little One found this very funny...this is not my usual behavior. At one point last night, when I had stifled my reactions...Little One and The Boy said "Come on mom, jump up and down!" Even The Husband threatened to turn it if I didn't react.
So the point today is that even though I may have exaggerated my reactions...the feelings were there. And I guess what I was trying to say was that sometimes I need to keep things in perspective. On the other hand, a little bit of giddy joy never hurt anyone....and also, thinking it is not the same as doing it....right?....
Until tomorrow. A new week, a new painting, and lots to discuss....And a very Happy Birthday to the father-in-law!.....
In regards to Little One's basketball game, I did holler out a few complaints to the referees, but nothing mean-spirited. In fact, half-way through the game, one of the guys ran by and whispered, "I know how frustrating this is. I use to coach a girl's team, too." After the game, I might have wanted to grit my teeth while shaking hands...but I didn't.
In The Boy's game, I did, indeed, get yelled at by an opposing fan, but truthfully, it was her frustration, and nothing I did. I didn't even respond to her...but I did yell loudly for The Boy after that.
My point that day was that I think I should keep the bigger picture in mind during these games. Last night, my beloved Vikings, led by my hero Brett Favre, got beat. The first quarter, I may have e-mailed the network complaining bout how the announcers were for the opposing Saints (they were!!). I yelled at the tv screen. Finally, The Husband made a sarcastic remark, which forced me to hush. I will forever appreciate The Boy and Little One for cheering with me. Somehow, it is easier to lose when you're not alone.
As I think about it, I think this kind of enthusiasm (kept in check) is a good thing. As you get older, you experience lots of things....but the giddy joy of winning, and the child-like feelings that come with it, are rare. This is why I have rooted for Brett Favre. I love to see honest child-like enthusiasm. When he runs around the field like a crazy man, chest-bumping everyone in sight, I am filled with joy. While we were on vacation, Little One and I were watching a game, and after a score, I jumped up and down. Little One found this very funny...this is not my usual behavior. At one point last night, when I had stifled my reactions...Little One and The Boy said "Come on mom, jump up and down!" Even The Husband threatened to turn it if I didn't react.
So the point today is that even though I may have exaggerated my reactions...the feelings were there. And I guess what I was trying to say was that sometimes I need to keep things in perspective. On the other hand, a little bit of giddy joy never hurt anyone....and also, thinking it is not the same as doing it....right?....
Until tomorrow. A new week, a new painting, and lots to discuss....And a very Happy Birthday to the father-in-law!.....
Saturday, January 23, 2010
On Being a Tad Bit Over-Competitive....
Well, I do not usually blog on Saturdays...but the events of the day have been so unsettling that I am forced to put it on paper.....As they say on '24'...".the following events took place within a 6 hour period"...
I admit to being a little ashamed of myself this morning. Little One had a basketball game. Now, let me preface this by saying that we (The Husband is the coach, I am the assistant something or other) have not lost a game in 2 years. I go around saying how it is not important if you win or lose, you just have to play your best and be gracious.....Well, little miss goody-goody got her ego and her pants beat today, and if truth be told, all grace flew out the window....
The game started out pretty well. We went up a few points, and it looked like we would again be victorious. But by the second period, things had taken a bad turn. We missed about 22 shots in a row, and all of a sudden, we were behind. Well, you know how some people start blaming the ref and yelling and stuff and it is so distasteful?.....It was like an alien took over my body and I started yelling at the ref. The Husband was screaming at the top of his lungs (this is not unusual)...and I was just so angry. All of a sudden, I heard one of my sweet little players yell at the ref too, and I was thrust back into reality. What the heck was I doing? Well, the game ended with us losing by a few points. There were a few tears (thankfully not mine), but we rallied enough to congratulate the other team. I will admit to gritting my teeth while I did this. On our way out of the gym, a friend as much as told us that "it's probably good that you loss...a good lesson."....Now I love this friend...but I almost punched her in the face. I almost said, "You are only saying that because we clobbered your team last week"...but I held my tongue....
Once we got home, I lectured myself on my bad behavior, and got ready to go to The Boy's game. Big Sis and SIL were travelling down to go too, and I was determined to have a good attitude. I was determined to get my hypocrisy in order. I needed to be a good role model to the kids.
As The Boy's game started, it was obvious that his team was the better team. The Boy was playing well, and I was good-naturedly cheering him on. At one point, a little boy on the opposing team travelled, and I said quietly to myself "Oops, I think he travelled".......All of a sudden, an older lady turned around and said "WELL YOUR TEAM IS DOING STUFF TOO, SO IT'S EVEN"......I was so taken aback that I literally turned around to look behind me to see who she was talking to. But when I saw the look on Big Sis's face (and SIL'S), I knew it was me!! Now The Husband, over-hearing this exchange, began to make fun of me. So I hushed......UNTIL...the lady yelled at The Boy for "going over our backs"............Well, that did it. The gloves came off. First of all, The Boy was doing no such thing. Secondly, and you will have to excuse me for saying this, but she was just mad because The Boy was killing them. And thirdly....the mother hen came out in me. Now I promise I was not rude or ugly...but I may have been a little overly vocal in my support of The Boy from then on. The Husband was laughing and so was Big Sis. I am usually the quiet on at these events....but hey, we all have our days....
As I reflect on these events, I come up with a few conclusions. My sweet mom was THE most competitive person on the face of the earth. I always thought that her boldness was responsible for my shyness. But I have learned that deep down, the apples do not fall far from the trees...
So today, I will make a promise to myself that I will never again yell at a ref......I will never again grit my teeth while I congratulate the other team....BUT I WILL NOT LISTEN TO ANYONE YELL AT THE BOY.......the end...
Until tomorrow, when thankfully, there are no more games.....
I admit to being a little ashamed of myself this morning. Little One had a basketball game. Now, let me preface this by saying that we (The Husband is the coach, I am the assistant something or other) have not lost a game in 2 years. I go around saying how it is not important if you win or lose, you just have to play your best and be gracious.....Well, little miss goody-goody got her ego and her pants beat today, and if truth be told, all grace flew out the window....
The game started out pretty well. We went up a few points, and it looked like we would again be victorious. But by the second period, things had taken a bad turn. We missed about 22 shots in a row, and all of a sudden, we were behind. Well, you know how some people start blaming the ref and yelling and stuff and it is so distasteful?.....It was like an alien took over my body and I started yelling at the ref. The Husband was screaming at the top of his lungs (this is not unusual)...and I was just so angry. All of a sudden, I heard one of my sweet little players yell at the ref too, and I was thrust back into reality. What the heck was I doing? Well, the game ended with us losing by a few points. There were a few tears (thankfully not mine), but we rallied enough to congratulate the other team. I will admit to gritting my teeth while I did this. On our way out of the gym, a friend as much as told us that "it's probably good that you loss...a good lesson."....Now I love this friend...but I almost punched her in the face. I almost said, "You are only saying that because we clobbered your team last week"...but I held my tongue....
Once we got home, I lectured myself on my bad behavior, and got ready to go to The Boy's game. Big Sis and SIL were travelling down to go too, and I was determined to have a good attitude. I was determined to get my hypocrisy in order. I needed to be a good role model to the kids.
As The Boy's game started, it was obvious that his team was the better team. The Boy was playing well, and I was good-naturedly cheering him on. At one point, a little boy on the opposing team travelled, and I said quietly to myself "Oops, I think he travelled".......All of a sudden, an older lady turned around and said "WELL YOUR TEAM IS DOING STUFF TOO, SO IT'S EVEN"......I was so taken aback that I literally turned around to look behind me to see who she was talking to. But when I saw the look on Big Sis's face (and SIL'S), I knew it was me!! Now The Husband, over-hearing this exchange, began to make fun of me. So I hushed......UNTIL...the lady yelled at The Boy for "going over our backs"............Well, that did it. The gloves came off. First of all, The Boy was doing no such thing. Secondly, and you will have to excuse me for saying this, but she was just mad because The Boy was killing them. And thirdly....the mother hen came out in me. Now I promise I was not rude or ugly...but I may have been a little overly vocal in my support of The Boy from then on. The Husband was laughing and so was Big Sis. I am usually the quiet on at these events....but hey, we all have our days....
As I reflect on these events, I come up with a few conclusions. My sweet mom was THE most competitive person on the face of the earth. I always thought that her boldness was responsible for my shyness. But I have learned that deep down, the apples do not fall far from the trees...
So today, I will make a promise to myself that I will never again yell at a ref......I will never again grit my teeth while I congratulate the other team....BUT I WILL NOT LISTEN TO ANYONE YELL AT THE BOY.......the end...
Until tomorrow, when thankfully, there are no more games.....
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Rainy day Re-cap
I'm late getting to it today. Strangely happy to have rainy day..it suits my mood. When I opened the mail yesterday, there was a small package from our vet. I figured it was some paperwork or receipts from The Dog's last visit. When I opened it, I burst into tears. It was clay imprint of The Dog's pawprint. A very dear remembrance, but it took me by surprise, along with the tears it brought. When I showed it to the kids, Little One also burst into tears. The Boy said sadly, "Frame it, mom." We miss The Dog....
Little One had an audition last night for yet another play. I have to admit I was a little reticent to do this again so soon...but for the shy Little One, this is a great confidence-booster...so there we were again in the try-out room. She came out all smiles, confident that she had done well. We won't find out for a few weeks, but I'm proud of the fact that she has the guts to try out...of course, BFF was by her side, so it made it a little easier.
The Boy and Husband headed to the school for the baseball team meeting. This was merely an excuse to go out to eat afterwards. When I tried to get some information on the team, they both looked at me like I was crazy. However, The Boy could give me the exact rundown of what they both ate....
A quick addendum on yesterday's political blog....I like this Steve Brown guy. He seems smart and genuine....and a great sense of humor. I like his take on things...he is a republican, but he acknowledges that he comes from a state that is 85% democrat...so he is anxious to work for "both sides". I think he has a great political future. I started thinking about how he is just now joining the senate, so it might be awhile before he can run for President if he so chooses....but then I remembered that our President was not long on experience either...
So that's it for today. Little One has basketball practice tonight and The Husband has indicated that I might have to be in charge...this means I will actually have to talk....
Until tomorrow....
Little One had an audition last night for yet another play. I have to admit I was a little reticent to do this again so soon...but for the shy Little One, this is a great confidence-booster...so there we were again in the try-out room. She came out all smiles, confident that she had done well. We won't find out for a few weeks, but I'm proud of the fact that she has the guts to try out...of course, BFF was by her side, so it made it a little easier.
The Boy and Husband headed to the school for the baseball team meeting. This was merely an excuse to go out to eat afterwards. When I tried to get some information on the team, they both looked at me like I was crazy. However, The Boy could give me the exact rundown of what they both ate....
A quick addendum on yesterday's political blog....I like this Steve Brown guy. He seems smart and genuine....and a great sense of humor. I like his take on things...he is a republican, but he acknowledges that he comes from a state that is 85% democrat...so he is anxious to work for "both sides". I think he has a great political future. I started thinking about how he is just now joining the senate, so it might be awhile before he can run for President if he so chooses....but then I remembered that our President was not long on experience either...
So that's it for today. Little One has basketball practice tonight and The Husband has indicated that I might have to be in charge...this means I will actually have to talk....
Until tomorrow....
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
On How the Guy with the Truck Won...
It has to be about politics today. If you don't live on the moon, you know that Scott Brown defeated Martha Coakley in the race for the Massachussetts senate seat formerly held by the late Ted Kennedy, a seat that went for the Democrats for almost 6o years. In an amazing upset, the republican Scott Brown came from about 12 points behind over the final week, despite a campaign visit from the President, and despite the big support from the Washington machine.
You could sense what was going to happen yesterday afternoon as it looked like Brown would pull an upset. The White House and key democrats began to subtly (and not so subtly) blame Ms. Coakley, saying she didn't work hard enough, she didn't have what it took...Pelosi came out and said that it would have no effect on the health care bill...the President's "team" pretended like this had nothing to do with them. The fact that a seat that was symbolic of the Democratic Party in so many ways, had overwhelming gone to a new, unheard of republican...a guy that drove a truck, and had no problem saying "I will be the vote to defeat the health care bill" and "we need to treat terrorists like terrorists".
When the President visited to campaign for Coakley over the weekend, he took a few jabs at Brown and his truck. Once again...the President seemed to take a "I know better than you all" sort of attitude...one that he has exhibited this entire first year. The whole thing reminded me of how Bill Clinton had faced a similar situation during the first part of his presidency. After getting clobbered in mid-terms, he was forced to take a step back and listen...and he did. This began what was to be a pretty amazing period in our history...a period where a democratic President worked with republicans....for the good o f the people. Compromises were made....debates were had....it was a good time, reminding us of what our forefathers had tried to lay down the framework for....But our President is not on this path. He seems to have been convinced by the Oprah Winfreys and the Chris Matthews ('when he speaks, I get a tingle up my leg") that he is the second-coming...and he is not here to listen to the "people". He has an agenda which seems to trump whatever the American people want. He is not a centerist...as he tried to lead people to believe....and he never was. There is a real danger in his attitude. What he needs to realize is that the American people still harbor good feelings for him....they still hope he gets his act together. But this election is a sign. It's like a big banner that says "We voted for you, but our patience is wearing thin. We like you, but we don't like what you are doing." If he is smart , he will listen.
As for Scott Brown, there were people this morning speculating that he might have what it takes to be President. I admit to having the same thoughts last night. He has a certain John Kennedyesque-ness about him. I don't know how intelligent he is...and he is certainly short on experience...but the guy has charisma. He also has a lovely family and a humble attitude...and a desire to "do good".
So that's it for today. The fall out from this election will be interesting. Will the Dems continue to cram the health care bill through...or will they stand back and start over? Will they learn from the successes of Clinton...or do they feel like they are invincible?...Time will tell...
Until tomorrow, with a prayer for the people of Haiti who experienced yet another earthquake over night....While we quibble over politics, there are people literally fighting for their life...
You could sense what was going to happen yesterday afternoon as it looked like Brown would pull an upset. The White House and key democrats began to subtly (and not so subtly) blame Ms. Coakley, saying she didn't work hard enough, she didn't have what it took...Pelosi came out and said that it would have no effect on the health care bill...the President's "team" pretended like this had nothing to do with them. The fact that a seat that was symbolic of the Democratic Party in so many ways, had overwhelming gone to a new, unheard of republican...a guy that drove a truck, and had no problem saying "I will be the vote to defeat the health care bill" and "we need to treat terrorists like terrorists".
When the President visited to campaign for Coakley over the weekend, he took a few jabs at Brown and his truck. Once again...the President seemed to take a "I know better than you all" sort of attitude...one that he has exhibited this entire first year. The whole thing reminded me of how Bill Clinton had faced a similar situation during the first part of his presidency. After getting clobbered in mid-terms, he was forced to take a step back and listen...and he did. This began what was to be a pretty amazing period in our history...a period where a democratic President worked with republicans....for the good o f the people. Compromises were made....debates were had....it was a good time, reminding us of what our forefathers had tried to lay down the framework for....But our President is not on this path. He seems to have been convinced by the Oprah Winfreys and the Chris Matthews ('when he speaks, I get a tingle up my leg") that he is the second-coming...and he is not here to listen to the "people". He has an agenda which seems to trump whatever the American people want. He is not a centerist...as he tried to lead people to believe....and he never was. There is a real danger in his attitude. What he needs to realize is that the American people still harbor good feelings for him....they still hope he gets his act together. But this election is a sign. It's like a big banner that says "We voted for you, but our patience is wearing thin. We like you, but we don't like what you are doing." If he is smart , he will listen.
As for Scott Brown, there were people this morning speculating that he might have what it takes to be President. I admit to having the same thoughts last night. He has a certain John Kennedyesque-ness about him. I don't know how intelligent he is...and he is certainly short on experience...but the guy has charisma. He also has a lovely family and a humble attitude...and a desire to "do good".
So that's it for today. The fall out from this election will be interesting. Will the Dems continue to cram the health care bill through...or will they stand back and start over? Will they learn from the successes of Clinton...or do they feel like they are invincible?...Time will tell...
Until tomorrow, with a prayer for the people of Haiti who experienced yet another earthquake over night....While we quibble over politics, there are people literally fighting for their life...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
On "Aha" Moments.....
I had what could best be described as an Oprah "Aha" moment yesterday. I was put in charge of taking The Boy to a batting lesson. This is usually The Husband's domain. In fact, I had never taken him before, so the drive out into the country with The Boy giving me directions ("Um, I think that is it...NO, it was back there!") was a little challenging. When we finally arrived at the building where this lesson takes place, there were a couple of guys there finishing up their lesson. Now these were high school boys...and every time they hit the ball, I flinched a little bit and Little One's eyes got really big. The Boy grinned and nodded as if to say "Yeah, pretty good, huh?" Now The Boy didn't sit by us...he made his way over to the bench across from us. As I watched him, I felt a little tug at my heart. A couple of years ago...maybe even last year...he would have sat near me and felt very nervous in this situation. I can still remember having to talk him into staying at a particular game because he was nervous. Well, those days are gone. As he sat there with his batting gloves on, helmet in one hand and bat in the other, he looked so much older, chomping away on his gum.
When the older boys finished, The Boy jumped up and ran in to help them pick up buckets of balls. This is the kind of kid The Boy is. Always happy to help...(well, except at home). I introduced myself to his instructor, a former player and very nice man, and sat down and waited. It had been a few months since I had seen The Boy hit. The Husband had told me he was much improved, but he was already a good hitter, so I hadn't given it much thought. But when he walked up and started smacking the ball...I flinched. ...Little One turned to look at me like "Wow," And Little One is not one for "wows". Here is the thing...it wasn't so much the good hitting that got to me...though he was really hitting well....it was....how old he looked doing it. He looked 16...He looked like those previous boys....And suddenly, my heart hurt a bit, because I realized that he won't be The Boy for much longer. In between "Yes Sirs", he occasionally glanced in my direction. I was proud of myself for not embarrassing by giving him thumbs up or something. I just smiled and nodded. At that point The Husband walked in, and Little One demanded that we leave. On the way home, it occurred to me how fast he is growing up. I am so thankful that he is still The Boy...Is it too much to hope that he will always be "My Boy"?
When he got home that night, he ran in and said "Mom, what did ya think?". I showered him with praise, and he smiled his handsome, goofy Boy grin and said "I'm hungry"....so much for magic moments...
I had similar moments at Little One's shows last weekend. As I sat by the lovely Big Sis watching Little One dance and sing, I realized that in a blink of an eye, she would be the Big Sis. Time truly flies...But after the show, my melancholy was replaced by the reality that Little One still has a few "Little Girl" years to go....after all, she couldn't wait to wash off the makeup, take down the hair...and ride that bike....
So that's it for today. Little One is home sick...miserable cold and cough. As I tucked her back in bed this morning, I didn't even feel that normal stressed feeling, worrying about what she might miss. Instead, I had a fleeting thought of how it would not be my "pleasure" to wake her for many more years.....I have to remember that what seems like a chore now, will one day be a wonderful memory...
Until tomorrow, when I will try my best to pull myself out of this melancholy reminiscing...and keep my "Aha" moments to myself....
When the older boys finished, The Boy jumped up and ran in to help them pick up buckets of balls. This is the kind of kid The Boy is. Always happy to help...(well, except at home). I introduced myself to his instructor, a former player and very nice man, and sat down and waited. It had been a few months since I had seen The Boy hit. The Husband had told me he was much improved, but he was already a good hitter, so I hadn't given it much thought. But when he walked up and started smacking the ball...I flinched. ...Little One turned to look at me like "Wow," And Little One is not one for "wows". Here is the thing...it wasn't so much the good hitting that got to me...though he was really hitting well....it was....how old he looked doing it. He looked 16...He looked like those previous boys....And suddenly, my heart hurt a bit, because I realized that he won't be The Boy for much longer. In between "Yes Sirs", he occasionally glanced in my direction. I was proud of myself for not embarrassing by giving him thumbs up or something. I just smiled and nodded. At that point The Husband walked in, and Little One demanded that we leave. On the way home, it occurred to me how fast he is growing up. I am so thankful that he is still The Boy...Is it too much to hope that he will always be "My Boy"?
When he got home that night, he ran in and said "Mom, what did ya think?". I showered him with praise, and he smiled his handsome, goofy Boy grin and said "I'm hungry"....so much for magic moments...
I had similar moments at Little One's shows last weekend. As I sat by the lovely Big Sis watching Little One dance and sing, I realized that in a blink of an eye, she would be the Big Sis. Time truly flies...But after the show, my melancholy was replaced by the reality that Little One still has a few "Little Girl" years to go....after all, she couldn't wait to wash off the makeup, take down the hair...and ride that bike....
So that's it for today. Little One is home sick...miserable cold and cough. As I tucked her back in bed this morning, I didn't even feel that normal stressed feeling, worrying about what she might miss. Instead, I had a fleeting thought of how it would not be my "pleasure" to wake her for many more years.....I have to remember that what seems like a chore now, will one day be a wonderful memory...
Until tomorrow, when I will try my best to pull myself out of this melancholy reminiscing...and keep my "Aha" moments to myself....
Monday, January 18, 2010
On the Big Show and the Big Game...
It was a girl's weekend. The Husband and The Boy were off on a bat convention (it would take too long to explain), so Little One and I were left to our own devices. The big 'Grease' production began Friday night. Little One and BFF were singer/dancers in the big production...and it was terrific. After the show, we came back home for a post show spend-the-night, complete with hot chocolate, popcorn...and lots of giggling.
Saturday morning, we received an e-mail from a friend about a fund-raiser for a Haiti hospital. If the girls would create a valentine, they would be printed up and sold and various venues. Though I had hoped for a quiet, late-sleeping morning, this was too good of an offer to pass up. Over chocolate chip pancakes and coffee(me), the girls came up with some lovely designs, and we were off to deliver them to our friend. What a terrific idea this was...we suggested they try and sell them at the 'Grease' production that evening, and it all worked out. Not only were they lovely cards, but a lot of money was raised for the hospital. Just an example of what good can happen when people put their minds and time into it.
Saturday night's performance was even better, and this time the girls moved to the BFF's house for the post-show spend-the-night. I was on my own. I cannot remember the last time this has happened...and I have to admit that it was a little bit of heaven to have a few hours of free time with nobody to please....I tried to stay up later than usual to take advantage...but the full day had knocked me out, so I am afraid I spent most the precious alone time sleeping...
Sunday was another performance. Big Sis and SIL came down for it, and we had a wonderful time. Post-show, we headed out to dinner, and we laughed the whole time. As previously mentioned, the SIL is good for a lot of laughs....
Now this is not a sports blog...but on a final note, I have to express my excitement about my beloved Vikings winning their play-off game. I just love and admire Brett Favre. I love how he plays like a kid at 40 yrs. old. All week, everyone said the Cowboys were going to win, and they had me convinced. So how good did I feel when they were up 17-3 when I had to leave for the show. SIL was kind enough to keep me informed on the score during the show via his phone. With a final score of 33-3...well, let's just say it made my day.
The Husband and The Boy made it home safely just in time to see Jack Bauer once again try and save the world...so all's well that ends well. Today being a holiday, The Boy will sleep until noon...and Little One is already up and about.
So until tomorrow, when we move from 'Grease' rehearsals to travel softball practice...it's always something, isn't it?.....
Saturday morning, we received an e-mail from a friend about a fund-raiser for a Haiti hospital. If the girls would create a valentine, they would be printed up and sold and various venues. Though I had hoped for a quiet, late-sleeping morning, this was too good of an offer to pass up. Over chocolate chip pancakes and coffee(me), the girls came up with some lovely designs, and we were off to deliver them to our friend. What a terrific idea this was...we suggested they try and sell them at the 'Grease' production that evening, and it all worked out. Not only were they lovely cards, but a lot of money was raised for the hospital. Just an example of what good can happen when people put their minds and time into it.
Saturday night's performance was even better, and this time the girls moved to the BFF's house for the post-show spend-the-night. I was on my own. I cannot remember the last time this has happened...and I have to admit that it was a little bit of heaven to have a few hours of free time with nobody to please....I tried to stay up later than usual to take advantage...but the full day had knocked me out, so I am afraid I spent most the precious alone time sleeping...
Sunday was another performance. Big Sis and SIL came down for it, and we had a wonderful time. Post-show, we headed out to dinner, and we laughed the whole time. As previously mentioned, the SIL is good for a lot of laughs....
Now this is not a sports blog...but on a final note, I have to express my excitement about my beloved Vikings winning their play-off game. I just love and admire Brett Favre. I love how he plays like a kid at 40 yrs. old. All week, everyone said the Cowboys were going to win, and they had me convinced. So how good did I feel when they were up 17-3 when I had to leave for the show. SIL was kind enough to keep me informed on the score during the show via his phone. With a final score of 33-3...well, let's just say it made my day.
The Husband and The Boy made it home safely just in time to see Jack Bauer once again try and save the world...so all's well that ends well. Today being a holiday, The Boy will sleep until noon...and Little One is already up and about.
So until tomorrow, when we move from 'Grease' rehearsals to travel softball practice...it's always something, isn't it?.....
Thursday, January 14, 2010
It's 'Idol' Time Again....
I love when 'American Idol' starts back every year. It's such a great family night to sit around and watch together. Last night, I was forced to tape my favorite Wednesday night shows because of 'Idol'. Then I had to stay up too late and watch the taped shows...well, ok...."had to" is being used very loosely here. I wanted to stay up and watch them because they are so funny...and I have to be able to talk about them with friends the next day...
My favorite person on 'Idol' last night was the country singer from Vonore, Tennessee. My hometown is only 10 minutes from there, and my oldest brother actually lives there. I pass the bridge they showed her jumping every time I go home. Anyway, I loved her vulnerability, and I loved that they were so kind to her. Especially Simon. But he was right in saying that she is incredibly ill-prepared for Hollywood. The thing about 'American Idol' that people underestimate is that it requires more from somebody than just talent. That Hollywood week requires a bit of toughness, a small knowledge of music....and the ability to deal with girls who can best be described with a word I do not use. I'm warning everyone now.....if the pink dress girl from Vonore gets made fun of or put down out there...I may have to fly out there and hit someone.....That is just the country-tomboy coming out in me.
The one thing I didn't like that the Vonore girl said was that she was trying out for 'Idol' because it was the only way to get out of Vonore. I understood. She was obviously from a family of small means...but Vonore is actually lovely, and it is less than 30 minutes away from 2 great colleges...and I am an alumnus of both. Maryville College is right down the road, and UT is about 45 minutes away. I just thought that the inference that 'Idol' was her only way out was sad....
The Boy is home sick today. Nothing serious, just a miserable cold. He got up and got dressed...and it was actually me who suggested he stay home. He looked pitiful. I asked if he had any pressing tests or quizzes..and he said 'no'. I suggested he stay home, but The Boy is very responsible, and he had to think it over. Finally, he gave in to his misery and headed back upstairs. Big Sis and Senior are now saying out loud that I must have mellowed if I suggested someone stay home from school......Re-read what I said, girls....HE HAD NO TESTS OR QUIZZES.....enough said.
Tonight is the premier of the new season of Project Runway. I sound like a real TV head here, huh? I usually have my nose stuck in a book while everyone else watches....but not this week. I live vicariously through that show because I would have liked to have that talent...
So until tomorrow, when The Boy will hopefully feel better. Little One has a big basketball game tonight, so she is on pins and needles...
My favorite person on 'Idol' last night was the country singer from Vonore, Tennessee. My hometown is only 10 minutes from there, and my oldest brother actually lives there. I pass the bridge they showed her jumping every time I go home. Anyway, I loved her vulnerability, and I loved that they were so kind to her. Especially Simon. But he was right in saying that she is incredibly ill-prepared for Hollywood. The thing about 'American Idol' that people underestimate is that it requires more from somebody than just talent. That Hollywood week requires a bit of toughness, a small knowledge of music....and the ability to deal with girls who can best be described with a word I do not use. I'm warning everyone now.....if the pink dress girl from Vonore gets made fun of or put down out there...I may have to fly out there and hit someone.....That is just the country-tomboy coming out in me.
The one thing I didn't like that the Vonore girl said was that she was trying out for 'Idol' because it was the only way to get out of Vonore. I understood. She was obviously from a family of small means...but Vonore is actually lovely, and it is less than 30 minutes away from 2 great colleges...and I am an alumnus of both. Maryville College is right down the road, and UT is about 45 minutes away. I just thought that the inference that 'Idol' was her only way out was sad....
The Boy is home sick today. Nothing serious, just a miserable cold. He got up and got dressed...and it was actually me who suggested he stay home. He looked pitiful. I asked if he had any pressing tests or quizzes..and he said 'no'. I suggested he stay home, but The Boy is very responsible, and he had to think it over. Finally, he gave in to his misery and headed back upstairs. Big Sis and Senior are now saying out loud that I must have mellowed if I suggested someone stay home from school......Re-read what I said, girls....HE HAD NO TESTS OR QUIZZES.....enough said.
Tonight is the premier of the new season of Project Runway. I sound like a real TV head here, huh? I usually have my nose stuck in a book while everyone else watches....but not this week. I live vicariously through that show because I would have liked to have that talent...
So until tomorrow, when The Boy will hopefully feel better. Little One has a big basketball game tonight, so she is on pins and needles...
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
On Friendship and Finishing the Darn Painting...
I was going to take the morning off the blog. The beach painting has been staring at me ever since we returned, but I have just been avoiding it. Everyone who sees it thinks it is finished, but I know better. There are some minor tweaks to be made here and there. The problem is, right now I love it. And everyone who sees it loves it...so the only way to go is down. The question is....Do I finish it and take the chance of messing it up? Or do I just call it a day and live with the minor errors? Courageous or coward? I am comforted by a couple of books I just read about Mattise and Van Gogh. Both of these masters were constantly doubting their abilities and their paintings. Now before anyone thinks I am making a comparison of myself to them....I'm Not...I'm just comparing my insecurities. The point is, after 25 years of paining, one would think that all of the doubts that set in at this point would go away...
Anyway, the reason I am briefly writing this morning is to thank a friend for being a friend. As I sat in drop-off line chatting with Little One, one of my morning crew friends brought me a new book about our relationships with our pets. She had seen it advertised and had been thinking of me because of our loss of The Dog. This almost brought tears to my eyes. Not just the book, which I am sure I will enjoy, but the fact that she was thinking about me. That is what friendship is all about, isn't it? That and the fact that she makes me belly-laugh on a weekly basis....
So today, as I attempt to finish my painting, I will be saying a silent prayer for The Dog....and for good friends...and praying also that I don't mess up the painting.....
Until tomorrow...
Anyway, the reason I am briefly writing this morning is to thank a friend for being a friend. As I sat in drop-off line chatting with Little One, one of my morning crew friends brought me a new book about our relationships with our pets. She had seen it advertised and had been thinking of me because of our loss of The Dog. This almost brought tears to my eyes. Not just the book, which I am sure I will enjoy, but the fact that she was thinking about me. That is what friendship is all about, isn't it? That and the fact that she makes me belly-laugh on a weekly basis....
So today, as I attempt to finish my painting, I will be saying a silent prayer for The Dog....and for good friends...and praying also that I don't mess up the painting.....
Until tomorrow...
Monday, January 11, 2010
Weekend Update
It was a good weekend. After the snowless-snow day on Friday, The Boy and The Husband headed to the big city to see the Hawks play. This is thrilling for The Boy on many levels. He loves basketball...and he loves to be able to eat when I am not around to edit and limit. These are times when I do not even want to know what he and The Husband ingest for a meal...
Little One and BFF had a big day. I had given them both printable stuffed animals (don't ask) for Christmas...and I knew at some point I would have to spend hours instructing them on how to do it. Friday was the day. We made our animal...and then they decided they wanted to "make a cake by ourselves". Ok, sounds good to me. Only when I saw the BFF measure the oil, I decided that I'd better pretend to do something in the kitchen so I could "watch". After the cake was in the oven, we started on the icing. It was like something out of an old "I Love Lucy" episode....(I know BIL...that reference is way too old for most of the readers...but really, what is the modern day equivalent for "I Love Lucy"???) There was sugar and butter everywhere. When we finally got the cake cooled and frosted, The Boy entered with his friends and they tested it. "Not bad" he said...and then proceeded to eat half the cake.
The girls lobbied for a spend-the-night and won. We ordered pizza and settled in to watch movies. They watched "Runaway Bride" in the kitchen, and I watched "Sex and the City" for the 200th time in the den. (Side-track....there are two perfect scenes in that movie. One is where Carrie finds her way to Miranda's apartment on New Year's Eve in the snow. I cry every time. The second is where Mr. Big asks her to marry him at the end:" Carrie Bradshaw, Love of my life, Will You marry me"........melts my heart every time.)....Ok, on we go.
Saturday was back- to- back basketball games for Little One and The Boy. They both played well and they both won. The Husband coaches Little One's team this year as previously discussed. He did a terrific job. I love my "assistant" job this year. No stress...just keep the score book and pat everyone on the back. My kind of coaching...
Sunday, I took the kids to church. (The Husband had to work. Of course, he and his BFF met for wings and talk for a couple of hours...but whatever). Little One came down dressed in a short tulle skirt, no tights, sandals, and a tank top. It was 18 degrees outside. Unfortunately, it was too late to change. So she topped it off with her short school jacket. Quite a look. I had to sit between the two of them in order to limit the bickering. I can never quite understand why there has to be an argument over who puts the offering in the plate???
Later that afternoon, I delivered The Boy to The Husband...he had a training lesson...and they were going to "grab some dinner". Again, I did not want to know. Little One and I met Big Sis at the Waffle House, and we had a perfectly wonderful girl's dinner. The Senior had to decline due to homework. She has begun the last semester of her senior year...and Sunday nights are busy.
So another weekend gone. Next weekend week is Little One's big debut in the local 'Grease' production. It should be fun...
Until tomorrow...
Little One and BFF had a big day. I had given them both printable stuffed animals (don't ask) for Christmas...and I knew at some point I would have to spend hours instructing them on how to do it. Friday was the day. We made our animal...and then they decided they wanted to "make a cake by ourselves". Ok, sounds good to me. Only when I saw the BFF measure the oil, I decided that I'd better pretend to do something in the kitchen so I could "watch". After the cake was in the oven, we started on the icing. It was like something out of an old "I Love Lucy" episode....(I know BIL...that reference is way too old for most of the readers...but really, what is the modern day equivalent for "I Love Lucy"???) There was sugar and butter everywhere. When we finally got the cake cooled and frosted, The Boy entered with his friends and they tested it. "Not bad" he said...and then proceeded to eat half the cake.
The girls lobbied for a spend-the-night and won. We ordered pizza and settled in to watch movies. They watched "Runaway Bride" in the kitchen, and I watched "Sex and the City" for the 200th time in the den. (Side-track....there are two perfect scenes in that movie. One is where Carrie finds her way to Miranda's apartment on New Year's Eve in the snow. I cry every time. The second is where Mr. Big asks her to marry him at the end:" Carrie Bradshaw, Love of my life, Will You marry me"........melts my heart every time.)....Ok, on we go.
Saturday was back- to- back basketball games for Little One and The Boy. They both played well and they both won. The Husband coaches Little One's team this year as previously discussed. He did a terrific job. I love my "assistant" job this year. No stress...just keep the score book and pat everyone on the back. My kind of coaching...
Sunday, I took the kids to church. (The Husband had to work. Of course, he and his BFF met for wings and talk for a couple of hours...but whatever). Little One came down dressed in a short tulle skirt, no tights, sandals, and a tank top. It was 18 degrees outside. Unfortunately, it was too late to change. So she topped it off with her short school jacket. Quite a look. I had to sit between the two of them in order to limit the bickering. I can never quite understand why there has to be an argument over who puts the offering in the plate???
Later that afternoon, I delivered The Boy to The Husband...he had a training lesson...and they were going to "grab some dinner". Again, I did not want to know. Little One and I met Big Sis at the Waffle House, and we had a perfectly wonderful girl's dinner. The Senior had to decline due to homework. She has begun the last semester of her senior year...and Sunday nights are busy.
So another weekend gone. Next weekend week is Little One's big debut in the local 'Grease' production. It should be fun...
Until tomorrow...
Friday, January 8, 2010
Snow-less Snow Days....
A snow day without snow. School is closed today, but there is no snow on our ground. The kids were praying for it all night long. The Boy was putting more research time into it than he does with his homework. He and his neighborhood posse of boys were calling anyone and everyone they knew who might tell them what they wanted to hear. The only thing that slowed him down was when he took a brief break to play basketball, and he went up too hard and bumped his head on the basket. He came in and said he was finished playing for the night. Since this has never happened before, I was worried. "I bumped my head...sort of a lump." I felt his head and almost fainted. There was a lump the size of a golf ball. I wondered out loud whether I should take him to the doctor...and he and The Husband rolled there eyes. The rest of the night was spent with a bag of ice plopped on his head...but he was still able to perform extensive research on whether or not he would have school. Finally, he seemed convinced by a friend on facebook who said "Our cars are covered in snow".....I pointed out that we had none on our driveway...but this seemed unimportant....
We watched the National Championship last night. I grew up in Tennessee, so cheering for Alabama is a mortal sin. That left me with Texas. The Husband likes them, so I decided to jump on his bandwagon. But it was not to be. To be honest, besides the Heisman winner guy who is an amazing athlete, I wasn't really impressed with either one. The Texas quarterback was slightly injured early on and never came back in because they had to "protect his NFL career". I wasn't sure how I felt about that. His shoulder was not even sprained, but they would not let him play in his school's National championship. The freshman quarterback who came in gave an admirable effort...but he was really in over his head. I just cannot see Tim Tebow making this decision.
The new season of 'The Bachelor' began Monday night. I made a short effort to watch it...the new bachelor seems like a nice guy. But as usual, it was just too cringe-worthy. The women were saying and doing things that literally made me turn away from the tv. I had to turn it after about 15 minutes. Maybe I'll try again when he narrows the field a bit...
So here we are on a 3 day weekend...Little One appeared at the crack of dawn and was sent back to her room. "You need to sleep late" I explained. Ok, who am I fooling? I needed to sleep in a bit. The Boy won't appear until around 11...and then he will be "starving". He and The Husband will be heading to the big city to watch the Hawks tonight. Most people would be put off by the weather, but The Husband will see it as a challenge. This means I will have to worry all night. Little One will start lobbying for a BFF spend-the-night in about an hour...
So until tomorrow, when Little One and The Boy both have their first basketball games...and we enjoy a snow-less snow day....
We watched the National Championship last night. I grew up in Tennessee, so cheering for Alabama is a mortal sin. That left me with Texas. The Husband likes them, so I decided to jump on his bandwagon. But it was not to be. To be honest, besides the Heisman winner guy who is an amazing athlete, I wasn't really impressed with either one. The Texas quarterback was slightly injured early on and never came back in because they had to "protect his NFL career". I wasn't sure how I felt about that. His shoulder was not even sprained, but they would not let him play in his school's National championship. The freshman quarterback who came in gave an admirable effort...but he was really in over his head. I just cannot see Tim Tebow making this decision.
The new season of 'The Bachelor' began Monday night. I made a short effort to watch it...the new bachelor seems like a nice guy. But as usual, it was just too cringe-worthy. The women were saying and doing things that literally made me turn away from the tv. I had to turn it after about 15 minutes. Maybe I'll try again when he narrows the field a bit...
So here we are on a 3 day weekend...Little One appeared at the crack of dawn and was sent back to her room. "You need to sleep late" I explained. Ok, who am I fooling? I needed to sleep in a bit. The Boy won't appear until around 11...and then he will be "starving". He and The Husband will be heading to the big city to watch the Hawks tonight. Most people would be put off by the weather, but The Husband will see it as a challenge. This means I will have to worry all night. Little One will start lobbying for a BFF spend-the-night in about an hour...
So until tomorrow, when Little One and The Boy both have their first basketball games...and we enjoy a snow-less snow day....
Thursday, January 7, 2010
On Getting Back into the Routine....
It's back to the routine after taking a few weeks off. No more doughnuts for breakfast...back to the "yummy" healthy smoothies. A few nights ago, I went for a short walk and jog, and I could barely make it. The next morning, I attempted my strenuous yoga routine, but I was huffing and puffing half way through it. Yesterday, I helped paint the set for Little One's upcoming production of "Grease". Now there was quite a bit of reaching and stretching involved...but this morning, I literally could hardly get out of bed. As I tried to walk up the 18 stairs to wake The Boy and Little One, I had tears in my eyes....What happened to the days when taking a few days off did not have to mean torture when I started back? You know you are getting a bit older when you keep asking yourself what on earth you did to be so sore...and realize it wasn't much...
As I said, the big "Grease" production is days away. Little One despises her 50's get up...she cannot understand why any girl would have warn a big poodle skirt and a twin set sweater. Of course, Little One hasn't put on a dress in about a year. We are definitely in our tomboy phase. I'm lucky if I can get her to wear anything besides her gym shorts and a t-shirt. The only thing that she really worries about is the hair. She wants it long and straightened.....I can use that for blackmail on just about anything. Threatening to not straighten the hair is much more potent than lowering bedtime or grounding.....
I'm heading over again today to help with set painting for "Grease". Though I was dreading it initially, it is actually quite fun. The 'Director' guy is very laid back...there are no "wrong" ways to do anything. It somehow reminded me of college...why, I have no idea, since I never did anything remotely similar in college.... Maybe it was being around all of the young girls in the cast and hearing all of their stories. The funniest part of the day came when they were having trouble laying some tape in a straight line for painting. I suggested they measure and mark it off at different points...."Wow, good idea" they replied. "Are you a professional?".....
So that is it for today. We are forecasted to get some snow, which means I better join all of my southern friends at the grocery store and buy milk, bread and eggs. I suppose people are making french toast or something when they get snowed in.....A friend of mine suggested that a better list would include "wine, fireplace wood, and pizza delivery guys with 4 wheel drive"....my thoughts exactly...
Until tomorrow....
As I said, the big "Grease" production is days away. Little One despises her 50's get up...she cannot understand why any girl would have warn a big poodle skirt and a twin set sweater. Of course, Little One hasn't put on a dress in about a year. We are definitely in our tomboy phase. I'm lucky if I can get her to wear anything besides her gym shorts and a t-shirt. The only thing that she really worries about is the hair. She wants it long and straightened.....I can use that for blackmail on just about anything. Threatening to not straighten the hair is much more potent than lowering bedtime or grounding.....
I'm heading over again today to help with set painting for "Grease". Though I was dreading it initially, it is actually quite fun. The 'Director' guy is very laid back...there are no "wrong" ways to do anything. It somehow reminded me of college...why, I have no idea, since I never did anything remotely similar in college.... Maybe it was being around all of the young girls in the cast and hearing all of their stories. The funniest part of the day came when they were having trouble laying some tape in a straight line for painting. I suggested they measure and mark it off at different points...."Wow, good idea" they replied. "Are you a professional?".....
So that is it for today. We are forecasted to get some snow, which means I better join all of my southern friends at the grocery store and buy milk, bread and eggs. I suppose people are making french toast or something when they get snowed in.....A friend of mine suggested that a better list would include "wine, fireplace wood, and pizza delivery guys with 4 wheel drive"....my thoughts exactly...
Until tomorrow....
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
On The "Politics of Fear"...
President Obama came out 2 days after the Christmas Day terror attempt by a 23 year old Nigerian man and said that a passenger had "allegedly tried to ignite explosives". The next Day Homeland Security chief Napolitano came out and said "the system had worked". Then she said it didn't. Now The President said that we had the information, but we did not act on it properly.
I've had it. While our President and his team of brain surgeons sit around and try and decide whether or not to use the term "enemy combatant", terrorists have to be laughing at us. The ACLU is concerned that body scanners at airports might be "an assault on the essential dignity of passengers", ignoring the fact that in the past, terrorists have shown no compunction at using children as living bombs in attacks. Khalid Sheikh Mohammed is now awaiting his trial in a Manhattan court room. The 23 year old Nigerian man who "allegedly" tried to blow up a plane is now lawyered-up, "with full rights", as if he tried to rob the local convenience store. What is happening here? An administration full of ideologues have decided that protecting the rights of terrorists who have proclaimed the desire to kill Americans is more important than protecting Americans. We are really not allowed to be Americans...we are just a country of people who are more concerned with how the world sees us than our own safety. The pendulum has swung so far in the opposite direction that it scares me. Why does our President have such a hard time saying that there are people out there who want to kill us, and we need to protect our country?
Let's talk about profiling for a minute. There is an extreme use of this practice which could probably borderline on enabling and encouraging prejudice. But given the current condition of the world, I see no way around it. If every terrorist who has committed a violent act in the last 10 years is an Arab of the Muslim faith..then it seems to me you have to be suspicious of anyone of this description. Yes, I know...very unfair to all of those honorable Muslim Arabs who would never participate in these acts. But unfortunately, the safety of our country trumps their feelings. If the local mall is burglarized 10 times in a row by a blond, blue eyed woman who is 5'9'', I fully expect for the police to be keeping an eye on me when I enter the mall. It's like drawing a picture of a suspect...you have to know who you are looking for. If you are wrong, so be it. But as we learn early on, the way to narrow down a search is to look for similar characteristics and go with the odds.
I don't believe in torture. But I also don't believe in putting a criminal in a 4 -star hotel and discussing what they did over a nice meal. If there are humane ways to get a terrorist to tell us what he knows, I am all for it. I have ambivalent feelings about the closing of Guitmo.....on one hand, I want to be sure that basic human rights are insured....on the other hand, when a terrorist's rights are equal to mine......I'm not sure.
I'm sick of hearing about the "politics of fear". Unfortunately, no matter what you want to call it, there are real reasons to be afraid in our world. Ask the passengers who were on that flight on Christmas day how they feel. Do you think they would be opposed to having a body scan before they walk onto a plane next time? Do you think they will object to having any young Nigerian men who have just been to Yemen pulled aside for questioning? I doubt it.
The Husband use to travel 300 days a year. We use to fly all over the world fairly often. I am thankful that we do not have to do that anymore. It's not a matter of being "scared"...but more a matter of being realistic. There was time after 9/11 when you at least felt that our government was trying to look out for us...trying to protect us. Maybe they went overboard...maybe they made some mistakes. But at least they were trying. At least they weren't sitting around a table trying to make sure that the terrorists were given full rights....
Am I suppose to be excited that the President came out yesterday, weeks after the Christmas Day incident, and admitted that they (our intelligence community) let us down. "We had the information, but we didn't act on it". Maybe that needs to be the round-table discussion for the day at the White House.....If we knew this man was a threat...why weren't we acting on it?
Until tomorrow...when we all need to be pushing that pendulum in the other direction....
I've had it. While our President and his team of brain surgeons sit around and try and decide whether or not to use the term "enemy combatant", terrorists have to be laughing at us. The ACLU is concerned that body scanners at airports might be "an assault on the essential dignity of passengers", ignoring the fact that in the past, terrorists have shown no compunction at using children as living bombs in attacks. Khalid Sheikh Mohammed is now awaiting his trial in a Manhattan court room. The 23 year old Nigerian man who "allegedly" tried to blow up a plane is now lawyered-up, "with full rights", as if he tried to rob the local convenience store. What is happening here? An administration full of ideologues have decided that protecting the rights of terrorists who have proclaimed the desire to kill Americans is more important than protecting Americans. We are really not allowed to be Americans...we are just a country of people who are more concerned with how the world sees us than our own safety. The pendulum has swung so far in the opposite direction that it scares me. Why does our President have such a hard time saying that there are people out there who want to kill us, and we need to protect our country?
Let's talk about profiling for a minute. There is an extreme use of this practice which could probably borderline on enabling and encouraging prejudice. But given the current condition of the world, I see no way around it. If every terrorist who has committed a violent act in the last 10 years is an Arab of the Muslim faith..then it seems to me you have to be suspicious of anyone of this description. Yes, I know...very unfair to all of those honorable Muslim Arabs who would never participate in these acts. But unfortunately, the safety of our country trumps their feelings. If the local mall is burglarized 10 times in a row by a blond, blue eyed woman who is 5'9'', I fully expect for the police to be keeping an eye on me when I enter the mall. It's like drawing a picture of a suspect...you have to know who you are looking for. If you are wrong, so be it. But as we learn early on, the way to narrow down a search is to look for similar characteristics and go with the odds.
I don't believe in torture. But I also don't believe in putting a criminal in a 4 -star hotel and discussing what they did over a nice meal. If there are humane ways to get a terrorist to tell us what he knows, I am all for it. I have ambivalent feelings about the closing of Guitmo.....on one hand, I want to be sure that basic human rights are insured....on the other hand, when a terrorist's rights are equal to mine......I'm not sure.
I'm sick of hearing about the "politics of fear". Unfortunately, no matter what you want to call it, there are real reasons to be afraid in our world. Ask the passengers who were on that flight on Christmas day how they feel. Do you think they would be opposed to having a body scan before they walk onto a plane next time? Do you think they will object to having any young Nigerian men who have just been to Yemen pulled aside for questioning? I doubt it.
The Husband use to travel 300 days a year. We use to fly all over the world fairly often. I am thankful that we do not have to do that anymore. It's not a matter of being "scared"...but more a matter of being realistic. There was time after 9/11 when you at least felt that our government was trying to look out for us...trying to protect us. Maybe they went overboard...maybe they made some mistakes. But at least they were trying. At least they weren't sitting around a table trying to make sure that the terrorists were given full rights....
Am I suppose to be excited that the President came out yesterday, weeks after the Christmas Day incident, and admitted that they (our intelligence community) let us down. "We had the information, but we didn't act on it". Maybe that needs to be the round-table discussion for the day at the White House.....If we knew this man was a threat...why weren't we acting on it?
Until tomorrow...when we all need to be pushing that pendulum in the other direction....
Monday, January 4, 2010
A Fond Farewell to the Dog
Heaven's Doggy-Door
My best friend closed her eyes last night,
as her head was in my hand,
The Doctor said she was in pain,
and it was hard for her to stand.
The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled her in my arms,
Were of her younger, puppy years and OH...
her many charms.
Today, there is no gentle nudge,
with an intense "I love you" gaze,
Only a heart that's filled with tears,
Remembering our joy filled days.
But and Angel just appeared to me,
And he said "You should cry no more.
God also loves our canine friends,
He's installed a "doggy-door!"
Jan Cooper
Our loving farewell to the Dog...after 15 years, we will miss you so much.
My best friend closed her eyes last night,
as her head was in my hand,
The Doctor said she was in pain,
and it was hard for her to stand.
The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled her in my arms,
Were of her younger, puppy years and OH...
her many charms.
Today, there is no gentle nudge,
with an intense "I love you" gaze,
Only a heart that's filled with tears,
Remembering our joy filled days.
But and Angel just appeared to me,
And he said "You should cry no more.
God also loves our canine friends,
He's installed a "doggy-door!"
Jan Cooper
Our loving farewell to the Dog...after 15 years, we will miss you so much.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Beginnings and Endings....
A few weeks before my mom died, she took a regemin of steroids to help with some of the side effects of her brain cancer. Somehow, the steroids brought her back to life. She remembered things. She wasn't in pain. She talked and talked...and talked. It was like a miracle, and I was so excited that I remember calling The Husband one afternoon and telling him how great it was. He paused a moment and then said "Don't get overly excited. Just enjoy it. It may not last." I was hoping that this was just The Husband's pessimistic nature. But my oldest brother called and said the same thing. "It's great" he said, "but it's probably temporary." Well, they were both right. Weeks later, mom died. But I will always be grateful for that last dose of "mom".
This is how I feel about the Dog right now. After a week of paralysis at the beach, she got up and walked a few steps when we got home. From the car to the bed. The kids were ecstatic, assured that she was now 'cured". They were upset with me for not sharing their excitement. But I had been there before, and sure enough, yesterday, she refused to eat and could not move. Her breathing has become laboured...all of the signs pointing to the end. I mean, I know the vet was right...15 years for a doberman is a miracle in itself. And she has had a great 15 years. She and I have co-mothered for years. I laugh when I remember how worried I was about getting a doberman. The Husband had been determined to have one (part of his Magnum complex)...but my parents and his parents and myself...we were all terrified that it was not a good dog to have with kids. But we were so wrong. The first night in our house, she went from room to room, checking on everyone, a habit she continued until she could not do it anymore. When the babies cried, she licked their tears. She was never a mother herself, but she helped me. It won't be the same starting the day without her anymore. We have risen before anyone else for many years. Now I will have to face the cats by myself. She and I have a certain disdain for the cats...in fact, I talk to her each morning about how annoying they are.....Anyway....as I prepare to say yet another good-bye, I suppose I will once again tell myself that she will be better off...and she has had a good run...
Yesterday was spent doing all of those chores that one dreads after Christmas....packing away, re-organizing, cleaning. The Husband was at work, and the kids were out playing with friends...so it was the perfect day to accomplish it.
School starts back tomorrow. Back to the routine, but the routine will be a bit different. I think it's good to mix things up a little bit. The kids are both creatures of habit, (Like their mom) so tweaking the routine makes things interesting.
So today, I'll take a few moments and get the resolutions on paper. I like to stare at them and meditate on them. Beginnings and endings, that's what life is all about...
Until tomorrow....
This is how I feel about the Dog right now. After a week of paralysis at the beach, she got up and walked a few steps when we got home. From the car to the bed. The kids were ecstatic, assured that she was now 'cured". They were upset with me for not sharing their excitement. But I had been there before, and sure enough, yesterday, she refused to eat and could not move. Her breathing has become laboured...all of the signs pointing to the end. I mean, I know the vet was right...15 years for a doberman is a miracle in itself. And she has had a great 15 years. She and I have co-mothered for years. I laugh when I remember how worried I was about getting a doberman. The Husband had been determined to have one (part of his Magnum complex)...but my parents and his parents and myself...we were all terrified that it was not a good dog to have with kids. But we were so wrong. The first night in our house, she went from room to room, checking on everyone, a habit she continued until she could not do it anymore. When the babies cried, she licked their tears. She was never a mother herself, but she helped me. It won't be the same starting the day without her anymore. We have risen before anyone else for many years. Now I will have to face the cats by myself. She and I have a certain disdain for the cats...in fact, I talk to her each morning about how annoying they are.....Anyway....as I prepare to say yet another good-bye, I suppose I will once again tell myself that she will be better off...and she has had a good run...
Yesterday was spent doing all of those chores that one dreads after Christmas....packing away, re-organizing, cleaning. The Husband was at work, and the kids were out playing with friends...so it was the perfect day to accomplish it.
School starts back tomorrow. Back to the routine, but the routine will be a bit different. I think it's good to mix things up a little bit. The kids are both creatures of habit, (Like their mom) so tweaking the routine makes things interesting.
So today, I'll take a few moments and get the resolutions on paper. I like to stare at them and meditate on them. Beginnings and endings, that's what life is all about...
Until tomorrow....
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