Thursday, May 31, 2007
"Memorial Day passed with a silent whisper. We watched on CNN as President Bush laid a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. We saw crosses on a beach in California dubbed Arlington West. We thought long and hard about what it means to be here, what it means to be there, what it means to sacrifice and what it means to have lost. But we didn’t slow down. Not externally. We couldn’t. Here, the things others memorialize are still happening. Here we have a responsibility to the present in honor of the past. And the present moves quickly.
So I'm going to hold off on the lighthearted for a little bit. Maybe I'll be back later.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Now this is so completely unlike our normal Tuesday routine that I woke this morning feeling as though yesterday was Sunday. Which meant today is Monday. Every once in a while I realize what day it actually is and it's like a little treat to discover the real weekend is only 2 more days away.
I complained a while ago about Pittsburgh weather and how the nice days when you can stand to be outside are few and far between. This spring has been a uncharacteristic delight. But today is a classic Pittsburgh summer day; scorching hot and the humidity rising by the minute. I tried valiantly to play outside with Grace and do some gardening but I had to admit defeat by 1:00. The new table and the Goblet of Fire sit outside the window calling to me but the central air is winning.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Came home with nothing except 4 (yes 4!) different books that will hopefully give me some direction. I spent the afternoon sitting in a sad little lawnchair, wearing a floppy hat, re-reading The Prizoner of Azkaban and humming along to the soundtrack from Pirates 3. As I told Justin, I am about to be 34 years old and I no longer have to pretend that I have been or ever will be cool at any point in my life. It is time to embrace my geekiness.
So, we've decided we're going to tackle it piece by piece. We are in the midst of planning a massive renovation and I'm going to make some effort to learn about this stuff so I can make some decisions. I may end up just copying stuff verbatim from a magazine but that is much better than the alternative.
And today we are tackling some exterior stuff. I am going to pick a patio set. Maybe a canopy. Maybe a hammock. Maybe none of it when I look at all the choices and find myself freezing up with indecision. Definitely a hammock though. Gotta get one of those.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Very interesting stuff with the Monica Goodling testimony. It's like a little drip drip drip that's getting faster and faster. I am very curious about what criminal prosecutions will ultimately result from this whole US Attorney scandal that we were told was much ado about nothing. Seems like it's turning about to be much ado about a whole bunch of somethings.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Some things I played around with this week. I'm obviously still in search of a style.
Charlie convinced me he was sick this morning but I discovered around lunchtime that it was simply a nefarious plot to stay home and play on the Slip n Slide. That hasn't worked out too well for him.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Today has just been a weird day. It started off on the wrong foot after Justin and I had a little spat about taking out the garbage. But we made up; Gracie and I ran around doing errands, shopped for summer clothes, visited the scrapbook store, picked up Justin's medals from his last wine competition and then we met him for lunch at Red Robin. So far, so good.
We came home and goofed around for a bit and I handed Gracie her leotard to put on for gymnastics. This is the 2nd leotard this year because she somehow lost her other one when I went to CKU. Strangely, between me handing it to her and the next 5 minutes, she lost this one as well. We've looked everywhere and I have no idea where it went. She's not allowed into the gym without the leotard so we are out of luck.
So then we picked Charlie up from school and he saw the Red Robin balloon and promptly burst into tears that he didn't get to go out to lunch. Should have seen that one coming. Then he discovered we weren't going to gymnastics due to the misplaced leotard and began signs of hysteria - he gets to play gameboy there so I thought this was the problem. I decided he needed a nap and I assured him he'll get to play gameboy later tonight and that it was still pizza night (his very favorite). At this point, he began hyperventilating because he wanted to watch Grace do gymnastics. I made him lay down, snuggled him for a few minutes and he fell instantly to sleep.
I sure hope he can find his tae kwon do uniform when he wakes up!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Errr....umm.... that's about all I've got. I spent the day doing inheritance tax returns and inventories and that always renders me brain dead. That was probably inappropriate considering the dead part.
Edited to respond to Joyce and Mimi!
Joyce, I am so glad you are going to go see it, my pictures don't begin to do it justice! My mom and I are going to go back and see it at night too. I was in the store a couple weeks ago and hope to stop in again tomorrow if our morning goes smoothly.
And Mimi, I just used regular 8 1/2 x 11 sheets of chipboard sold at a little used book store/lss around here. I have plenty so if you'd like me to send you a few pieces, I'd be happy too! It's pretty thin and I didn't have any trouble cutting it with the tonic. And I painted both sides which seemed to counteract the warping that happens when you only paint one side.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
I made this little garden journal with some of my photos from last weekend. I've never really done anything with transparencies before so it was a learning experience.
And we went back to regular, healthy food so the sugar high is wearing off. Thankfully, Grace was out of control this morning and spent nearly 30 minutes in time-out on the chair because she refused to apologize for screaming at her brother and then spit at me everytime I asked her whether she was ready to get down. She finally decided she would apologize if she could do it in Spanish.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
(I lost a whole paragraph here so I'm retyping from memory). Anyway, he said with 100% certainty that I won't have to worry about the area in which he did the surgery again and that's pretty much all I needed to know. That's also pretty much all I'm going to say about it because I'm not one of those people who thinks everyone is fascinated with my every ache and pain. I guess I will update again if the new spot is melanoma too.
My mom and I took the kids to see Shrek the Third. Ignore the reviews, it's awesome.
I'm still working on the schedule o' fun for the kids. Decided (after a well-placed ad in the Shrek previews) to make Coke floats with the remainder of the homeade ice cream. And I let them get Kids Cuisine for dinner. It's only fair because I let myself get some margarita mix. (insert that evil little smiley guy again.)
Justin was all kinds of anxious before he left yesterday, I think he felt horribly guilty he was going away and this was all going on. But the trip was scheduled for a year and the surgery only got scheduled this week, so you know, what can you do? His cell phone doesn't work where he is (honestly in probably one of the most remote areas left in the country - he has elk in his yard) but he called me from a landline last night to give me a number to call him. I was kind of let down with his call because he no longer seemed to care (okay, he and the guys had been "celebrating" for a while at that point) and more like it was an inconvenience. I didn't bother taking my cell phone with me because I couldn't reach him anyway. Anyway, I got home to discover literally about 20 missed calls on my cell phone and an equal number on the answering machine. Sometimes, it's nice to be reminded that you are loved.
Friday, May 18, 2007
I'm an ice cream making diva!
Little bit of changed plans for tomorrow. One of my parents is coming with me. That's kind of weird but I'm glad, I was worried about driving home. Trying to decide whether to stay up all night scrappin' or call it an early night. Right now, the computer is winning.
We measured and mixed, the kids taking turns, and then I assembled the ice cream maker and carefully layered in the salt and ice. We turned it on and... nothing. Just nothing. It makes a sad little whirring sound like it wants to turn but the motor seems to be shot.
What to do? I spent a small fortune on the ice cream ingredients, the kids were totally psyched up for some homemade goodness. I gathered some ziplock bags and poured ice cream mixture into them. And then loaded them all up in a big bag and filled it with ice and salt and we took turns tossing it back and forth for 15 minutes.
I have no idea if this will work. The bags were definitely hardening up when I put them in the freezer but I just don't know if the process of being stirred around for 15 minutes is vital to the end product. I guess we will soon find out!
I'm friendless tonight after all. So I decided to keep the kids home and we'll have a slumber party. My mom will pick them up for breakfast in the morning and then I will head off for my surgery. It can't be worse than the procedure they did in the office on Wednesday on my leg. I've been wobbling around like there is a bar between my legs for 2 days. I can't emphasize enough how cool this looks.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Last night was Grace's pre-school graduation ceremony. In Grace's case, she is "graduating" from the 3 yo room to the 4 yo room, but nonetheless, this is a delightful evening where the kids get to sing their little hearts out and mommies and daddies cry because of the wistful music and poignant pictures played during the slideshow.
I was prepared. As prepared as I ever am. This time, I was going to get it right. I packed hairspray. I packed leave-in conditioner to deal with any untameable wispies. I even packed an extra dress for Grace. Just in case.
What I did not pack was the camera.
Okay, sad but not catastrophe because I did remember to pack the new videocamera. This is a videocamera we purchased immediately after Charlie's pre-school graduation last year. See last year, we did not get any video from his graduation because our crappy old videocamera died in the first 3 minutes of the program. Bought a new one. We are covered.
Justin agreeably stopped at the grocery store to buy a disposable camera so we would have at least a few pictures. But this then made him late for the ceremony. (Are you starting to get a hint how the night went?)
And three minutes into the ceremony, the newly charged battery for the videocamera conked out. Not to worry. I am PRE-PARED. I have an extra battery. Except. Oops. The extra battery is in the camera bag. At home.
Sweet! No pictures. No video. Gotta love being prepared.
Cue the music. It's the very first song, appropriately enough, about singing. The kids all have very colorful wooden drumsticks with which they are pretending to play the drums. This is delightful! This is so sweet! What a great idea! Why is that boy hitting Grace on the head with his drumsticks?
Yeah. Cue mommy racing in front of everyone else's happily taping videocameras (hey, they all seemed to remember to bring tri-pods for their cameras. Why didn't I think of that? Oh, never mind.) to rescue hysterically sobbing Grace from the stage.
She finally calmed down but she is not going back up there. No way. Nuh uh. Never. Nicholas HIT her. Bad Nicholas. I finally convinced her to go back up so she wouldn't miss singing her very favorite song "I'm a Little Leprechaun." Mommy sends Grace back up on stage. Without a kleenex. After she has been crying for quite some time.
Mommy sits down. Grace starts picking her nose. She was really going for it. This is a new thing, Grace does not normally pick her nose. Mommy catches Grace's eye and shakes her head "no." Grace ignores mommy. Mommy becomes more animated - shakes head again and mouths "no picking your nose!" Grace bursts into tears. Several teacher's aids race to her aid and ask her what is wrong. Whereupon Grace announces to the auditorium filled with 200 friends and families that "Mommy made me cry." Good job Mommy.
In the end, I don't think we'll need the pictures or the video to remember how this night turned out. Oh, but daddy got her flowers. And that's all she really cared about when it was all said and done.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Fast forward to March of this year when CASA opened an office in my county. I spent the morning with the new executive director and there is definitely an opportunity there. I'm really torn right now between pursuing a job I know I'd love and giving up the great situation I've got going on right now. I've got some time to decide, she's not needing to do anything until September and even then, she'll have another opening next year if all goes according to plan. In the meantime, I've agreed to help train the first class through the summer and she and I are going to go visit my old office in 2 weeks. Maybe after all of that I'll have a better idea what I want to do.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Thursday, May 3, 2007
So this will just be a quick purge of the mind sort of post.
Finally heard back from the doctor. I won't be dying just yet. I still have some follow-up surgery and then likely back to check-ups every six months but you can bet I won't be skipping any of those from here on out. Will soon be uncorking the celebratory wine.
Little man entered the science fair with his "Qualitative Analysis of Toasted Oat Cereal". Dude, he ate cheerios! Science is awesome. He got a gold medal. And he has just started reading chapter books all by himself. He's been lugging his "Tigers at Twilight" book around everywhere; in the car, on the bus, out to the yard. I think he might be my kid after all.
Little monkey graduates 3 yo pre-school next week and we've been treated to endless renditions of "I'm a little leprechaun" (I'm guessing one of the graduation songs) as she prepares. I think I'm going to have to take her shopping for a new dress if my recall of the little girl pre-school graduation dress code is any guide.
And... I had a tough day at work. For all the wrong reasons. Never (never never) get involved with any cases that involve family members who suffer from an untreated mental illness. It never works out that well.