Monday, October 5, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
bejeweled in Facebook
How embarrassing is that? The other day I was teasing the girl and said, Hold on, I'm playing the best game of my life!!!
She replied, If it's the best game of your life, then why are you 7th?
Hardee har har.
What did I do to deserve such scorn?
Friday, March 13, 2009
Things are good, I've had ups and downs and more downs, but overall I am mostly healthy, the kids are healthy, what more can you ask for? The boy is a junior, the girl finishing first grade and the are beautiful, brilliant children. I just marvel at them.
Today the boy went to a protest march and the girl to jazz and tap class. Now he is at a friend's place probably gaming and eating - a perfect guy night. He has a girlfriend and all that drama....who knew girls could be so annoying! But he is happy and I suppose that is what counts. The girl is a figure skater now. I suppose years of gymnastics (lol) prepped her for triple lutz's and sal chows. My bank account has prepped me for paying for single jumps. She has been in 3 comps since this past fall and placed 2 in her first and 1st in her last two. Did I mention she sings too? A lead solo in a christmas play...
Alas she is not much bigger... She will always be a little thing - she will probably barely make 5 feet tall. It's hard to imagine becasue her brother is almost 6 feet tall and now has muscles and shoulders and is well on his way to being a man. :(
And I went camping renctly and we woke up to a light snowfall every morning. Totally cool and MUCH better than rain.
Off to see how everyone is doing.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
So a road trip it is! My great auntie is having a party and we are invited, I'm am positive it will be fab.
Right now I have a bit of nerves, here in So Cal Big Bear got snow, Orange got hail and roads are flooding, so do keep happy thoughts that I have an easy six hour drive. Just 6 months from now and the boy can get a permit to help out. Maybe... I just need to get out there and see the road and just do it.
I am now selecting my wardrobe and jewelry. Sheesh, I haven't worn jewelry in a couple years! I think I might be low maintenance. Or neglecting myself.
So hoping you all have a wondertastic long weekend. See you next week (unless something B.I.G. happens and I jump on grandma's laptop).
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
If anyone has a cure, let me know...
I'd love a martini lunch.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Here is a tip so you know your car has "issues":
You know the service department. You know all of their names, you know the different shuttle drivers names, you know when someone has transferred and they all know your voice when you call. Your service department is programmed into your cell phone and you know "your guy's" schedule.
I'm not bitter! This experience has made me meet people I wouldn't otherwise have met.
I like my car. Not love it, just like it. It is one of those first year models, first off the production line and needs a lot of warranty attention. Today is a computer part replacement for the TPMS, a new seal on one of the doors, the circuits checked for the i-pod (a horrible buzzing sounds when you use the i-pod and the headlights), and the new key doesn't work right (they broke one, and replaced it). I know you are wanting my life. :-P This car will hopefully be passed to the boy for his use in a year or so. If he can have a car at college, it may go with him.
TPMS (tire pressure monitoring system) is a device I just hate. It constant flashes on my dashboard. Then I get out, check the tires and make any adjustments if necessary (usually none are needed), but this time, the light would not go off. It's a little stressful having your car tell you there is a tire problem when there is not one I can see. My brother said at his friend's business, they disengage the device because it upsets the customers (it's a turn your car into a custom car business). I wish mine would magically disengage. I'm not brave enough to drive knowing it's off. But I hate the warning light. Let's keep our fingers crossed that this is the last repair it needs.
And it's hot this morning. Warm I like, but this is simply, hot.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
After church, we dropped the boy off at his study group and the girl and I headed for the shopping mecca of Orange Country for white tennis shoes for a cheer performance later this week. She needed regular shoes for school too, so I got her whatever her heart desired...black Converse that glow in the dark with a space monkey on them. The coolest of the cool!
We bought her a couple bathing suits and swim shirts for camp (which now I'm thinking some will need to be returned and some will need to be exchanged), and finished with lunch at Boudin, and played with the boutique perfumes at Nordstrom. The saleswoman was very nice when I told her we were just fooling around. However, I did find a spicy scent that I will now shop online to find the price (the boutique does not have prices on their items).
Found it! Annick Goutal 'Mandragore' Eau de Toilette - here is the description:
In this rare and subtly vibrant perfume, the freshness of bergamot, black pepper, spearmint and star anis oil gives way to a dizzying host of sensual delights. These top notes create an immediate impression of strength and vitality, enhanced by boxwood, ginger and mandrake.
It had a spicy scent on my skin, that mellowed to a soft warm glow after a few minutes. I think I may put it on my Christmas list.
I could spend all day admiring the bottles, colors and scents. Much more fun than shopping for a handbag.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
When I got back home, I fed the girl a bowl of fruit and we went BACK to bed to watch cartoons. Eventually I showered and brought her over to ice skating.
I'd like a nap about now...but if I fall asleep, I'll be whiny and get a headache. I wish I had my feet in a kiddie pool on the front lawn and a big Long Island in my hands. I'm not in the mood for dealing with sand in the car...
Just a lazy afternoon.
Friday, May 16, 2008
This evening after work, I took the girl to the grocery store and told her "pick whatever you want for dinner that doesn't involve cooking". We came home with a chicken and fresh tropical fruit salad and some how four packs of gum. Girls who are hungry and without a plan shop strangely.
After dinner we abandoned our mess and and strolled over to the park where she played with a variety of children and I laid back with a new magazine. It's the perfect location, with a beautiful view of the ocean.
We got home at 8:30 and I cleaned up the mess and thought to check in. I like the past boyfriend stories, so keep them coming.
Mine feels very personal, it was one of those things where one day you are friends and the next you're making out. There wasn't really an "ending", so it was one of those things that always felt sweet in my heart. One of my most vivid memories is of him teasing me for my terrible singing voice. And before that laughing because I made a Mercedes sign instead of a peace sign on a notebook cover. And how music reminds me of him - hearing anything from that era always brings me back to a younger time. When I see pink high tops, I remember the ones he wrote over and signed. I kept them for about 10 years and in one of the last moves they were lost. I suppose if there had been a tragic series of breakups, cheating and lying, it would all feel different. But it was just "over". He was beautiful - kind of lanky, an inch or so taller than me with amazing dark curly hair. I remember pulling some of the curls and watching them "boing" back up. Definitely one of the smartest boys I've known and I'm think he is one of the smartest men I've communicated with as well. He was one of those cool laid back kids whereas I was a little too loud, silly and obnoxious. I was desperate to be the bad girl and failed miserably. I still try to be the bad girl and am still too loud, silly and obnoxious. I suppose some things never really change.
The night is ending, I've put the girl to bed and I'm waiting for the boy to come home from his night out.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I have a wonderful friend from my childhood who I don't email or talk to enough, but she is in my thoughts often. Whenever fate puts us in the same sport, we have always just picked up where we left off. Will it be the same - easy going and chatty? Or will the shock of seeing someone you knew at 15 turn 35 make us akward?
In any event it is something to look forward to in a month's time.
Who was your high school sweetheart?
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Dolce&Gabbana - the one
L, a L.A.M.B. Fragrance by Gwen Stefani
Amariage de Givenchy
I sadly returned Amariage to the shelf and walked out the door with the one and L. Yes, I am not good at ignoring impulses. I know that. Everyone knows that about me! Feeling very spoiled right now.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Chillin' out with some hot chocolate. Yes, by now the hair is a mess. :D
The parties are over! It is strange saying I have a 15 and 6 year old. Makes me feel very old.
The end of the school year is a whirlwind and we are all suffering for it. The girl is finishing her k end of the year project and to be honest - I'm really worried! She is doing such a beautiful job, I'm terrified her teacher will say I helped! She has accused me in the past for doing the girl's work. How weird is that? Like I have nothing better to do than paint diorama's about a mammal in South America...I wish her project looked more immature.
The boy has not been dealing with AP's and finals very well. He gets bad stomach aches and bemoans his grades - A "B"??? How can I live with a B??? My future is over because I have a B!!!!! I tell him it's not the end of the world and sheesh what does it matter if you are doing your best and get a B, but he beats himself up over it. His goal is Berkeley and he feels if he gets a B, he has no chance. Sort of weird to have your teen parent themselves.
I talked to my grandmother and whee!!! We are having an unplanned trip to see her and then see my great auntie for her birthday. She is so special to me that my little girl is named after her. I am not going to think about the price of gas there and back.
I haven't been writing much, mostly because there hasn't been anything news worthy. I go to work, come home and once or twice a week take the kids to ice skating (the girl won 8 events out of 8 events at her first competition - 4 golds and 4 silvers!). The girl started cheer and seems to really love it. It's community cheer so everyone is welcome, not try outs, and a fair price. If she still loves it by the end of soccer season, I'll let her got into competition cheer. I suppose her 3 years of gymnastics should come in handy.
I went to the Getty Malibu last weekend and almost started crying my eyes out at a statue. I think it is funny how I can see 300 statues and be fine and then see one that makes me all emotional. The kids listened to some live music and I took the tour headphones and saw EVERYTHING on my own. It was so nice to be totally absorbed. Later, the boy pointed out in Greek and Roman times that there must not have been penis envy as everything was in normal proportions to the size of the statue. Personally, I thought everything was on the small side, but I didn't want to give anyone a complex. The girl never pointed out that area, but she would get all pretend embarrassed when she saw a butt.
Alright Liz and MJ, I think I have caught you both up to the present. And if anyone else still reads, I apologize for the giant gaps.
For those with kids unexposed to Hannah Montana, just take a moment of silence and be grateful. I have her albums in my head ALL the time.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Because I don't have a house, the girl's birthday is more complicated. It's the whole send out invites, hope you get rsvp's, make a fancy cake, get the extra decorations, food, and party favors to the site and hope that fun is had by all. It's honestly a lot of work!
The girl I fear is dropping gymnastics. She just isn't happy anymore. I worry that she will grow up an regret dropping, but for now, I just want her happy and enthusiastic. She had an injury a couple weeks ago and just hasn't snapped back. It involved smashing her cute little nose on the metal bar underside of a trainer vault while flipping over a bar. I ended up moving her down to a more relaxed class level with a coach that seems to understand dd and her anxiousness. So after April, I'll put her in swim three nights a week and make sure she has two ice times a week. Once the soccer season ends, I'll see if she wants to go back to gym or take up an acrobatic style of martial arts.
For those wondering, after a trip to the hospital for a series of xrays, her nose was not broken, just badly bruised and swollen.
I'm also a little angry with her regular coach. She didn't stay with the girl after she was injured. She dropped her off with the gym manager and yelled up for me that the girl was hurt. She also said she told the girls to not flip off the bar. The girl - told me that she told the girls not to do it AFTER she was hurt. She has an assistant coach who could have kept working with the other girls. I don't know, I guess I had higher expectations after the girl has been in her class for almost three years.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
When we got home I called my grandmother to tell her her salad recipe was a hit (again), I started in with the retired gentlemen and she said interrupted with "I'm not interested in any men." I'm still giggling about it.
My grandmother is a hottie who doesn't need to be fixed up.
She reads this blog so I'm expecting to be in trouble later.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Easter reminds me of my mom. She knew how to make a basket! We always got more candy than we knew what to do with and a bunny of some sort. Sometimes it was a stuffed animal other times a fuzzy bunny bank (I wonder if they still make those???). I just always got the sense that she loved the whole process.
I've been all domestic recently. I'm trying to decide if it not my style to be a domestic goddess. I have fun putting an idea together but hate maintaining it! Cleaning is just so bothersome and I am thinking I'll have to dust more regularly. I need the boy to be home more to pull more weight around.
I would LOVE to have had Frank Lloyd Wright build me a Unsonian house. Make the furniture, art, make it small and force me to never bring crap into the house. Showroom ready at an instant. *sigh*
Tomorrow is Disneyland!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The girl has the day off school so it will just be her and me. The boy has a party to attend so he doesn't want to come. As much as I hate Disney and all it stands for, it will be fun to see the girl light up. She reverently asked me "Maybe we can have lunch there?". Yes, maybe my little chickadee. I don't know if we will stay till midnight but hopefully we can take in the fireworks.
What are your Easter plans? I'll spend Saturday with the kid at a friend's party and Sunday is church and brunch. If it hits 80, we'll head for the beach.
Monday, March 17, 2008
2. girl did her first unassisted back hip circle
3. I got lost at the music festival
4. boy broke up with his girl
5. girl got a sort of double promotion in her newest sport
6. boy and his girl get back together *rolling my eyes*
7. girl has been jumping rope so much the rope finally gave out
8. I colored my hair and it's rather...orange
9. I forget what 9 was...
10. I think the kids are better than me in every way (aside from the bf/gf drama-that all sort of just sucks eggs).
I have done some more stuff around the house including something called "window mistreatments" I saw from a blog...http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/ It was fun but hard work. I might even throw some new covers for pillows in the living room together tomorrow night. She makes it look so easy. I do own and operate a sewing machine. :)
Friday, March 14, 2008
The boy shared this with me this week.
Just do a search for Uncle Chin and Uncle Same.
I feel bad posting this so close to a Sunday.
I'll write more when I have something going on in my life that isn't "kid-centered". :D
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
The prettiest girl in the world. And I'm not saying that because I'm her mom... behind her is my little patch of ground and tiny sprouts of morning glories. I'm hoping they take off and can crawl up the wall. The vines there would look nicer covered up with flowers. Okay, it's a little blurry, but it was so strange. This is "The Circle of Orange" and these guys were walking around with bottles of milk. First it was about 87 degrees out - who does this????
- got the girl her first ever library card
- went to Orange and decided antiquing smells bad and Watson's Drugstore is a bad restaurant
- there are weird men wearing tiny white shorts in Orange selling milk (I'll put up a pic)
- the boy asked girl advice. :O
- I found a one of a kind book and have been emailing the author's husband (she passed away a couple years ago). It's a pretty amazing find - not super valuable I think, but it's the only one I can find on the internet hardbound.
- I've read a book (This is BIG for me. After my mom died I've had a hard time reading. It makes me miss her so I avoid it, but every once in awhile I'll find a book and not be able to put it down.)
- I grocery shopped. And cooked. It doesn't sound big, but I was down to water and a million condiments.
- did the girl's charity webpage (thank goodness schools use the internet, it makes fundraisers a little less painful.
- planting! I'm checking craigslist and freecycle for more containers. I'd love a big garden and only have a patch of earth on the ground. Containers make it possible.
- work is workfilled. I don't really appreciate being busy. I like quiet time.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I need to remember that it is okay to pick stuff like this up at the store instead of standing for 5 hours trying to make them perfect. I've been waking at 2 and then at 4 for almost 3 weeks. I was about to cave to ambien or Tylenol PM when I remembered the time change. Up at 5 isn't a problem, hopefully I can survive this!
I missed dinner and thought I'd have a cup of miso before bed. I've tried everything else to sleep all night, so I figure it's worth a shot. Wish me luck.
I've been so tired I have been reading as much, and I'm dying to know how Elise is making out, how Ted's bass player works out and how Rod is doing after Disney plus many many more blogs I love to visit. It isn't fair that work is picking up again (and Rod and Ted aren't sfw anyway:P), so I have to carve out time between being Taxi Mom and Cupcake Madwoman.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
If I have time I'll make round empanadas for dinner and pancakes for breakfast. The boy has an assignment to write a poem following the "rule" of pi. For those of you belonging to a "cult", you might try this instead of the more common haiku.
1 word three letters long
1 word 1 letter long
1 word 4 letters long
1 word 1 letter long
1 word 5 letters long, and so on.
The catch is that is has to make sense.
If I can find some evening events at a nearby university, we might have a field trip. So start getting ready, before you know it, pi day will be here!
For your listening pleasure: A Pi(ano)Song
Pi Party Tricks (I'm going to see if the girl will learn it for me)
And yeah, this one is a stretch, but the boy thought it funny...
Monday, March 3, 2008
I've never known a family that was so close that the kids never tease or fight each other. They don't have an unkind bone in their body. For them to have to go through this is painful for me to even think about. My heart really hurts for them. So please say a prayer for them and keep them in your thoughts.
Friday, February 29, 2008
The girl's friend's mom offered to take the girls for an afternoon and the boy will be with his girlfriend. I am really at a loss! It's been what feels like forever that I haven't had a child within a couple feet of me.
I'm wishing I had a girlfriend to just hang out with at non Starbucks coffee shop. The last time I had unexpected "freedom" I spent it shopping and bought unneeded items so I do not want to go to a mall. I'm really bad about shopping!
I'm feeling seredipitous about this little bit of pleasure. I love love love my kids, but once in a blue moon I like to just be me without attachments.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I had to wake really early to get ready to take the girl to her lesson. It's so cold in there, I needed to be dressed and have dry hair. I went once with a wet ponytail and was terribly sorry. After the lesson we went to pick up her new medicine and grab a sandwich at the grocery store.
I suppose I'm a creature of habit because when I went to order the sandwiches, the menu was completely different and I almost walked out. Instead of subs, they had things like brie and roast beef. All very tasty I'm sure, but I had the order already planned in my head. The girls at the counter were confused too - asking each other "Is this the baguette or the french roll?". To make things easier on all of us, I had them use croissants.
We had lunch with the boy at home. Then I brought him over to his girlfriend's house. We did the birthday party thing for a friend and the day was over too quickly.
The next day, I wasn't feeling well so we skipped church. I took her to her other lesson and then the boy called saying he needed a new black dress shirt for concerts. So we ended up at the mall for some returns and shopping. Dinner was there too, it wasn't worth it to end up back at the grocery store.
My gas light went off and I was stuck - do I drive the 405 and pray I can make it to my regular gas station? Or get off and and try to find one that matches my gas card. You will all laugh as I admit, I drove off the freeway and made it to the gas station, but in the end, it didn't matter - I CAN'T FIND my gas card. I hate having to call and report it lost, but I will. It's probably in the seat of my car or a random packet, but I hate using cash at the gas station with kids. Do you drag them out of the car and risk someone running one over? Abandon them in the car for a couple minutes? It's a decision I hate to make. Hopefully it will turn up by much time. And I'll try not to chance the gas gauge at night.
I don't think I'm sick, but my voice is half missing. I was told to sing Marlene Dietrich songs in the office, but I don't know any. It's a raspy and froggy - my guy friend in high school called it my phone sex voice. How a gay teen knew what phone sex was like, I'll never hazard guess...
Enjoy the week!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Off to color my hair. I'm really dumb, but cannot commit 2 hours to a chair so I'm doing it myself. I'll warn you all - I am NEVER happy with the results when I do it myself. But, being my disillusioned self, I'm going to try it again. Cuz' this time will be different.
***update*** If I was born with red hair, this would be my natural color. I'm not quite sure how it happened. My only complaint is that i usually like colors in my hair that aren't found in nature, but as an instant pick me up, this should do well.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
So I showed the girl - I feigned excitement "Look this doll is even better!, She comes with a book, lots of clothes, WOW!".
The girl glanced up and said, "No thank you, she is not cute."
???? How does she know what is cute and what is not cute? Oh well, here is her wish. To be fair, I think part of the allure is that the doll is half white and half Asian and not many dolls (aside from Bratz) feature ethnic dolls. So I will keep hunting.
Monday, February 18, 2008
We arrived to an 8 floor parking garage and then sprawled out in front of us was an adult Disneyland. If you are a serious shopper, you can only leave thrilled (and broke). Between the fountain, live music, free trolley, and the Farmer's Market at the end of the line, even the kids were spellbound.
The boy ditched us with his girlfriend. The girl isn't a doll kid. The two babies she has lay in the bottom of her cradle and on top are dinosaurs and stuffed animals. So I had no trepidation as we strode in the big doors. And then the girl booked it. Hands on everything - shouting out lovely sentiments about these dolls. She walks up to me with two in her hands and starts picking up clothing. I was in shock! My little darling wanting a doll? In the hidden recesses of my mommyness, I wanted to buy them all for her. Common sense and a limited budget kicked in and I had to remind her that we were they to get her friend a little birthday gift not to have a second Christmas. She looked so dejected that I told her if she read several of the books and if she still wanted one, she had to wait for her birthday.
The food at the Farmer's Market is scrumptious. The girl and I split nachos. These were amazing, and then the boy had fish and chips and his girl had crepes. When we were done with lunch, we had ice cream. We popped into the Apple store to get a new dock, Barnes & Noble to get the girl her American Girl books (she picked Jess and Ivy) and we rode the trolley up and down the street.
I got home exhausted but the boy and his girl wanted to go to a party so I dropped them off. So girlie and I snuggled as she read me the first chapters of her new books. As she drifted off to lala land she announced..."I really want the Jess doll..."
For those of you in the know - there are annual dolls that are only out for a year. And then, they are gone forever (okay, I suppose eBay). And Jess is a girl of the year - two years ago. So now I have a month and a half to find the doll. I'm obsessive, so I won't be really content until I have her socked away. It's a weirdness that I suppose they can medicate me for, but part of me thinks feeling the "itchiness" of the search feels good.
The boy is suffering - he skipped a grade so ALL of his friends are driving or getting their permits. He won't be able to drive until his senior year. So this birthday really sucks for him. And now that his ipod dream has come true and his belt made of bullet shells in his closet, he is going to be lost trying to come up with his perfect birthday gift. For the record, the kids are 9 years and 5 days apart do we have "birthday week". Sort of like a spring Christmas.
Anyway for all you California tourists, The Gove is a great spot to visit. And don’t go unless you REALLY want to spend money.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday's trip to LA was cancelled because even though she seemed better, I wanted her to rest up.
Tuesday night she woke up screaming her ear hurt. She has had earaches in the past, but never felt them so of course I was worried sick.
Today, Wednesday, we find another ear infection and wheezing in her chest. Another antibiotic and now an inhaler. Poor kid. I don't know if I've mentioned it, but she is now almost 6 and still 39lbs. There isn't a lot of her to be sick. I really worry when she has no appetite.
She really wanted to deliver her Valentine's to her activity group so we dropped them off and then left. She fell asleep at 4 and is still asleep. Her brother agreed to drop off her Valentine's in the morning. Hopefully, her teacher will put the girl' received cards in a bag until Tuesday. She is very sad to miss the class party. And to be honest, I'm very sad for the girl.
What does Valentine's Day mean to me? Pretty much nothing except I cook a nicer dinner. I'm making the kids a rack of lamb. They adore lamb and because of the cost, it's a rare treat.
Ah, but what does the 15th mean???? It's my Lie-Day. I'm 29 (again). I love my birthday, but I was a little melancholy this year so I signed up to watch a bunch of preteens at a school dance. I'm not sure what I was thinking aside from I don't really want to be 29 again - I just want to be 29 without the "again" and the easiest way to forget my old age would be to watch a gym full of kids trying to make out. Of course, if she is sick, I'll have to cancel out and stay home with my munchkin. And maybe the boy will stay home for my birthday too, and I'll be perfectly content.
On top of all of this, I'm suffering by having a jury duty week. Everyday I have to call in at 5 to see if I have to show up the next day. It's hard to plan a life (example: having a sick kid) with calling in for jury duty. And I have a sinking suspicion my number will be up Friday. Woohoo! A birthday-jury duty-sick kid day. I'm not bitter. My only hope is that because Monday is a holiday, all of the judges and lawyers will be leaving town early.