The Roller Coaster that is Project Runway

I practically screamed when Vincent and Angela came back tonight. I thought they both deserved to go, and was so relieved at the top five tonight. But then to have those two come back was terrible! I was relieved that they made their usual stuff, and were gone once again.

I was sorry to see Kayne go. I think he really did try to adjust his stuff to please the judges, but couldn't quite get there. I think he makes great stuff, and will do very well in the future. He'll be called on to design lots of red carpet gowns, I'm sure, and his pageant business will go through the roof. Like Austin Scarlett in Season 1 (who is now designing wedding gowns), he has a definite niche that suits him very well.

Yay for Laura! I liked her dress, although I can't tell what the judges will or won't like, either. Her style adjustment was much more successful than Kayne's. I'm glad she got the win, although I thought Michael was a close contender. The best part about her dress was that, although the silhouette was new for her, it was still a "Laura dress." The fabric and the details (feathers & beading) kept it true to herself. When she was so upset, I just wanted to give her a hug, although she doesn't seem to be a very "huggy" person.

Jeffrey just did more same old, same old. I guess you could say the same of Uli, but I like her style a lot more than his.

I'm going to miss this show so much when the season is over. Top Chef just isn't the same.

Happy . . . Father's Day?

Since our Father's Day was a little preoccupied this year, we never went to our traditional Father's Day baseball game.

Happily, my parents got all of us tickets to a Tigers game yesterday. And the Tigers even beat the Mariners, 6 - 2!

The kids made out like bandits: they got free t-shirts at the door (they'll make great nightshirts for the next few years), plus hats & t-shirts from Grandmama, plus lots of great stadium junk food!

Such an exciting life I lead

Grammy & Grandpa are coming to get the girls shortly. Sleepover, yay!

So I have the whole day to myself. How am I going to spend my day of freedom?

Right now it's a toss up between

• getting caught up on the laundry and doing a deep clean on Sarah's room/closet (did Lauren's last week, but Sarah's is worse)
• buying some perennials & flowers to put in front of the house, finally, and then spending the afternoon digging.

Wow, I can hardly stand the excitement! But Jeff & I are finally going to see Pirates of the Carribean tomorrow, so that will be a good reward.

Project Runway

Last night:

• Angela: Totally deserved to go. Those butt rosettes (fleurchons, as Tim Gunn would say) were heinous. I was worried about Kayne, because his outfit really was too Elvis, but it wasn't as bad as hers. So relieved to see her go!
• Jeffrey: His outfit was good, as in the recycling challenge, but I don't know that it deserved the win. It kills me that he has immunity for next week!
• Jeffrey vs. Angela: I heard a theory that he had a huge crush on her. Now really, that makes sense. Can't you just see him dipping her pigtails in the inkwell? Hence all the deliberately trying to get her goat, etc.
• Laura: Love you, love the dress, how did you manage those heels? Glad to see you a little out of your design box, although I'm not so sure about that color on you.
• Uli: The judges finally called her on always doing the same thing, rightly so, but on a challenge where she was designing for herself, that seemed a little unfair. I think Uli is a major party girl--she again referred to "getting wasted" while at a party.
• Michael: Um, nice, but no standout. I have to say, though, that for the second time, he's changed direction successfully. He thinks on his feet and is flexible.
• Vincent: What a snoozefest.
• Kayne: stop bringing up that you're "white trash." We can see that in your clothes; we don't need reminding.

Now THAT was a nice vacation

Cottage life is awesome.

The beach is awesome (even when the water is freezing).

S'mores on a beach campfire are awesome.

Sitting out on a blanket to see 100 times as many stars as we're used to is awesome.

Listening to the water hit the shore is hypnotically awesome.

Playing games with the kids like Disney charades or badminton is awesome.

No TV or computer is awesome.

My friends who took us up to their cottage for the weekend are awesome!

When we go swimming

When we go swimming at Jeff's brother's pool, my favorite way to get into the water is to jump from the diving board or the side, and kind of flip myself over. It isn't a somersault by any means, but it does make a considerable splash. Last year, I christened this move the Mommy Tsunami.
This year, the Mommy Tsunami continues, with some adaptations. It's been compacted into TsuMommy, although Lauren keeps yelling "Mommy Salami!" every time I walk toward the deep end of the pool. We also have Grammy Tsunami when she does a cannonball (though the resulting waves aren't all that big), and Tsunamis from the three big kids when they jump in. Oh, and of course when Lauren jumps in the shallow end, it's a Lauren Salami. I think that's the one that cracks me up more than any other.

The pool keeps working its magic on the kids. Last week, Sarah swam down to the very bottom of the pool (12 feet) to retrieve some diving weights that had rolled down there. She was coughing and out of breath when she came back up, but I couldn't believe she'd done it!

My nephews have gone from not being able to swim at all to being able to swim well enough and be brave enough to jump off the diving board and swim to the side. My niece has started swimming around the shallow end, and even Lauren has started putting her head under water a bit more.

It's made a huge difference to us, and I'd love to get Jeff's brother & his wife a thank you present. I wanted to do it last year, too, but couldn't think of anything. Any suggestions for a pool-related thank you? I could always do flowers, but that's kind of uninspired.

P.S. I desperately want a digital camera that I can take in the pool.

Can't Believe It, Part Deux

I can't believe Project Runway last night. Oh, I can believe that Keith got booted off for having pattern books under his bed. He doesn't seem too interested in following rules in general. I'm also not suprised that he seems to have no real remorse or guilt about what he did, or that he considered himself a scapegoat. (insert derisive noise here) He was an ass, not a goat.

No, what I totally can't believe is Angela. That outfit was gorge (TM Michael Kors)! Understated and classy, and I give full credit for that to Michael & Laura. They even managed to make her stupid little doodads look cute and stylish. And the lining of the jacket was cute, too! Sadly, she gets the win instead of either of them getting credit. Angela was smart to listen to them and let them have so much input. I still can't stand her.

While I was raving about her last night, Jeff said, "How old are you again?"

Vacation Bible School

On a Roll

We went swimming yesterday with Jeff's cousin, who is an elementary school teacher. Just talking with her about this year's curriculum helped me a lot. I still don't have anything more planned, but I do feel more focused. I'll be doing a lot of planning this weekend, and then next week we'll start reviewing.

Tonight is the Parent's Night at VBS. It's been a fun week, but I am glad tomorrow is the last day.

Loved/hated Project Runway last night.

• I can't believe Angela and her hideous hooker bubble skirt outfit didn't get auf'd. The story alone--about working with kids--should have been enough. I also find it sad that bubble skirts seem to be making a comeback. Two little girls at VBS wore them Tuesday, including our neighbor that came with us. Hate 'em.
• I can't believe Bradley pulled that outfit off at the last seconds, and that the judges seemed to love it so much. I'm glad he didn't go home on his birthday, but still.
• I can't believe that I'm liking Laura considerably less. Scary sternum or not, she always seemed classy. Then she was dissing those cute little dogs. I'm not a big fan of tiny dogs like that, but her active dislike was unpleasant to watch. Then she dissed the fabric of a couple other designers. Her outfit was nice, and definitely her style, but not terribly original.
• I can't believe Michael's fabulously woven bodice didn't make it into the top three.
• I really can't believe Kayne's dress & coat, which was lined with that same fabric, didn't make the top three. The print fabric reminded me a little of Nick's Barbie Challenge dress last season. So few of the designers use bright (loud) fabrics like that, but he really made it work! (TM Tim Gunn)
• I can totally believe that Vincent needs meds. Or more meds. Or better meds. That laugh he had when he was looking at the dog's picture & talking about its outfit was creeping me out!

Been a while, huh?

I know I haven't updated in a long time, but there hasn't been much going on. I think that after all the craziness of Jeff's surgery and the dance recital, I've been enjoying the relative peace and quiet.

Really, there isn't a lot going on. I made some sundresses (I still hate zippers) for the girls to wear to have their pictures taken at a park. I'm planning on going back and taking some pictures of my own in a week or so, to supplement what the photographer got so I don't buy as much.

VBS started this week. I volunteered again, but instead of being a Crew Leader (takes groups of kids to different stations), I'm a Station Leader, and I run Chadder's Desert Drive-In Theater. It's fun, and I get a break when the kids have snacks and get together at the beginning and end. Yesterday, Sarah invited our neighbor to come with us, and to my slight suprise, her mom said yes! Apparently, their church isn't having a VBS this year, so it works out well.

I haven't been working much, but I've got class all next week. Nice paycheck, but I need to plan our dinners, so that I don't have to think too much once I get home.

I've started thinking about school coming up in a month or so. I had such big plans/high hopes for stuff to do over the summer. I wanted to pick up German, music and geography, all of which got largely ignored during the regular school year. Well, they got ignored over the summer, too, so now they're going to be added in to the schedule.

I'm having some trouble figuring out my objectives and units for most things. So far, I've really only worked on Sarah's stuff. I'm really deadlocked with what to do for Lauren. It's early for her to start kindergarten, but when Sarah's working, she wants stuff to do, too, and she was doing so much preschool stuff last year that I think she can move ahead.

I'd like to be able to start reviewing and getting rolling again during the second week of August, but we'll see how it goes.

Recital

The recital went really well, if really long. We didn't get home until about 10:30. Maybe next year's recital can be on a Saturday afternoon instead of a Friday night?

Both girls' performances were fine, though you could see Lauren looking up at the lights and some of the people backstage. Sarah's hat fell in her face, but she just pushed it up and kept on dancing.

At intermission, my mom took Jeff home--he had been sitting in one position for too long and really needed to go, but was glad he got to see them.

After the big finale, I made my way up to the stage to get the girls (younger kids had to wait up there), but it took a few minutes. When I got there, I saw Lauren, eyes red and very upset. When she saw me, she ran up, and clung to me when I picked her up. I think she thought she'd been abandoned, poor thing. And the first words out of her mouth were: "Did you bring me any flowers?" Heh, I bet she saw some other girl get flowers and tried to horn in, and got rebuffed. I told her that of course we had flowers for her, and that Grammy & Grandpa had them down by the seats. We found Sarah, calmly sitting and waiting for us. Sadly, I didn't have my camera to get pictures right there (cameras are big time verboten during performances), but I got a few once we got home.

Dance

Tonight is the Dance Recital. Finally. This week has been so crazy, with rehearsals and pictures and all. I'm glad we're almost done. Both girls want to continue--Lauren is made for Tap, and Sarah wants to try Hawaiian (Jami, you can come and give us some tips!)

Sarah's song is Perfect Isn't Easy from the movie Oliver & Co. Lauren has Rubber Duckie. Yesterday was Dress Rehearsal, and Sarah's went smoothly (although they started the wrong music for a second). Lauren knows her routine well, and her song was going fine, too--until she noticed a lost bobby pin on the stage and picked it up to return it to the teacher. After that, they had to start over from the beginning. And even then, Lauren was so distracted, she was all over the place. I'm curious to see how she does tonight, but if she's remembered as the comic relief, that's fine, too.

He's home!

Yay!

I picked him up from the hospital last night after dinner. How odd is it that he'd been on a liquid diet for two meals, and for his first meal on solids, his choices were:

1. a hamburger
2. mostaccioli
3. cottage cheese & fruit

He still isn't eating much, nor sleeping enough, but he feels a lot better, now that he's home. He has a boatload of drugs, mostly antibiotics, to take for the next couple weeks, and there's no telling when he'll go back to work.

I so don't care--I'm so happy and relieved to have him home!

Evil, the thing about appendicitis is this: usually, you get a little warning. There is pain that is manageble at first, and gets worse. If you catch it in time, the appendix can be removed laproscopically, through the belly button, before it perforates. Jeff's pain was quite severe right away, and by the time the surgeon got there, his appendix had ruptured. There was a hole in his lower intestine, so to speak and some nasty stuff was coming out of it. This is the point where you get peritonitis, an infection of the peritoneal cavity. It's very severe and it had gotten to that point with him. That's also why they had to make a regular incision, and why his recovery is taking as long as it is.

Priorities

While we were all at the ER Friday, waiting for Jeff to be seen, I kept thinking, "I have to be out of here by no later than 4PM in order to get to dance class on time." If it had been a regular class, I wouldn't have cared, but this was the Finale Rehearsal, and it's been drummed into us that it is mandatory--miss this, and you don't dance in the recital.

We did make it in time, and some of the other moms were teasing me about Dance being more important than Dad (at this point, there was still hope that it was not his appendix, just an extreme case of the stomach flu). This is how the imaginary monologue conversation went:

"Honestly, hon, I'd be rather be here with you the whole time, but we can't miss Dance. No, of course you're more important than Dance class. It's just the one time we can't miss. Well, and pictures next Tuesday for Lauren. And pictures Wednesday for Sarah. And Dress Rehearsal on Thursday. And of course, the recital on Friday. Any time other than those, and you're at the top of the list. Really."

The real kicker of all this is that Jeff had been asking if he had to stay through the entire recital. "We have to sit through the whole thing? We can't cut out at intermission, once our kids are done?" My stepdad is already getting ready to tease him about the extremes to which he'll go in order to avoid sitting through two hours of dancing, heh.

In medical news, Jeff is feeling better, although that's still a relative term. We're hoping he can come home in a few more days.

Since I'm awake anyway . . .

I might as well blog about why I'm awake.

I got home from the hospital about 45 minutes ago--Jeff just had his appendix out. It had perforated, and the surgeon said it was pretty ugly. He'll be in the hospital at least three or four days, maybe longer. His total recovery might be as long as a month.

My awesome in laws picked up the kids for a sleepover, so I could be at the hospital without worrying about a babysitter having to sleep on the couch.

I really do need to go to bed.

Garage Sale Weekend

Clean House, it ain't. Honestly, I would love for Miss Niecy to come and deal with all my "foolishness" and bring a crew to get rid of all my crap.

Short of that, we are having our own yard sale. Yesterday went well enough, to the tune of about $150 and a sunburn for me. I realized that I needed to get all the utterly adorable baby clothes that no one is interested in off the table so that people realize that the table itself is also for sale. But what to do with the clothes? I fear that putting them on a blanket on the ground will only make them less appealing, if that's even possible.

Eh, whatever doesn't sell gets donated, although I'll probably cull the best of the clothes for my niece anyway.

Sarah also has a dance performance this afternoon, and then a birthday party, which means that she & Daddy will have to make a trip to Toys R Us this morning.

Summer

Stolen from Snapper

Cookie Monster is probably my favorite Muppet, after Grover.

You Are Cookie Monster

Misunderstood as a primal monster, you're a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth. You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you'll eat anything if cookies aren't around. You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and usual way of speaking How you life your life: In the moment. "Me want COOKIE!"

The Sesame Street Personality Quiz

sick

I've been sick all week. It started on Monday with some sinus issues, then I got an ugly cough, and then a sore throat. By Friday, I made a doctor's appointment. The last time I went to see our GP was when I was pregnant with Lauren (again, sinus issues, about a month before all the wierd stuff with my eye).

At the doc's office, I had a temp of 101.9, and the doc thought it was strep throat, so she ordered a swab. I have a bad gag reflex, so that wasn't fun, but I got through it. But when the test came back negative, the doc wanted it done again (she really thought it was strep), so I got a different nurse, one who really jammed it into the back of my throat. Damn, it hurt. Luckily for her, I hadn't eaten all day, or I think I would have thrown up on her. That test came back negative too, but the doc still gave me a scrip for antibiotics and an expectorant.

So I stayed in my pajamas and watched TV and slept all weekend. Jeff was so awesome. He picked up groceries, and did everything for the kids, including getting them to church in time to plant flowers Sunday morning.

So how do I feel now, after three days of meds? Well, the fever is gone. But other than that, I feel about the same as I did in the middle last week. Barky cough, lots of phlegm, sore throat that I can feel in my ears when I swallow. I don't think I need an expectorant. I think I need a heavy duty antihistamine. I think all this garbage is thanks to sinus drainage (though my nose isn't runny or stuffy at all). My throat is raw from coughing, not strep. My mom suggested Chlortrimatron tabs, and I'll wait until I finish the prescribed meds, but then I'm going to jump on that.

McCall's 4359

Easiest dresses I've made so far. Lined bodices instead of facings, and no sleeves or gathers. Zippers still give me trouble, but I'd rather deal with that than buttonholes. There's a good chance I'll do this pattern again next year, and if I do, I'll make the sash double sided (the only thing I didn't like).

Originally, I wanted to make one of the more complicated views (chiffon overlay, pretty!), but couldn't find fabric that I thought went well together. Last weekend, I was really glad that I was doing the most basic version, since they went together amazingly quickly!

They got new shoes and cardigans from Grammy & Grandpa J., and baseball gloves in their baskets from my Dad & stepmom.

Quickie

Just a quick "hi" so everyone knows I didn't fall down a well or something.

We've been so busy lately, it's nuts. Sarah had a Brownie/Girl Scout overnight carnival last Friday (I got to go, too!), and then choir practice Sat, and both girls went to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese on Sunday.

This week is being dominated by sewing Easter dresses. When I originally got the pattern, I really wanted to do one of the more complicated options, but now I'm glad I couldn't find coordinating fabric. Aside from the zippers, they should go together in a flash.

I also have to (FINALLY) take in my paperwork for the German class I started teaching, so I can get paid. We so need the money; I can't believe I've put it off so long. I like teaching German again, but I feel a little out of my depth sometimes.

As for my computer classes, that's just a mess. They still don't have the lab up and running (they moved to a different building), so there's no way of knowing if I'll be able to teach any time soon. I've complained about them so much for so long, but it's really hard to walk away from the money and the schedule that works so well for us.

Lauren is starting her Gym class today. We tried her in Sarah's baseball practice last week, but she just wasn't that interested. Almost all the kids were at least a few years older than she, and she really doesn't have the focus to practice hitting, catching, throwing. Sarah seemed to have a good time, though. Gym is more for smaller kids, with tag, follow the leader, and basic hand/eye coordination. Should be perfect for her, but now we have classes for the kids four days a week. That is right on the brink of being overscheduled, which I always said I wanted to avoid.

Oh, and we started cleaning out the basement. I'm finally ready to get rid of the baby stuff (except for the crib, because that converts to a toddler bed and then we can use the headboard when Lauren grows out of that), so we're in the process of getting it all up to the garage. The big question now is whether to donate it or have a garage sale. If I didn't have such a laundry list of projects that require $$$ staring at me, I'd happily donate it and take the tax credit. As it is, I'm willing to do some work to get a couple hundred bucks. Wish me luck!

A Little Good News, Please

I'm ready for a little turnaround in things. I'm kind of sick of:

• needing to call the plumber, and--$200 later--finding out that "someone" flushed a baby hairbrush
• having Sarah throw up five times since she got home last night (Jeff's parents babysat at their house while I was working)
• having Sarah refuse to eat either chicken broth or Jello, and having neither Pedialyte nor Gatorade in the house, so missy is both crabby and hungry
• learning that my neighbor needs some help getting a resume together (he didn't get fired, but his job is a bad situation, so I said I'd help with getting a resume together)
• my Dad being all stressed out about trying to get their house together to sell
• my mom needing four more chemo treatments (but they're planning to be here by the middle of June, yay!)

So, if anyone wants to leave comments, please tell me something funny or happy. I need it!

Cool!

Word Cloud, from http://www.snapshirts.com/index.php

The Go-To Girl

Yep, I'm the Get It Done Kid. My Dad and Sharon (stepmom) are putting their house on the market in May, so are trying to get rid of a lot of their stuff, including a painting, a lamp, and hunting rifles. So I said I'd see what I could find out about pricing and the best way to sell said things. I can understand not wanting to take it to a middle man (gun shop or antiques dealer), because then you won't get as much back. Since they're going to move into a condo, they're also getting rid of their lawn mower and snow blower. Problem is, I have no freaking idea how to go about finding the worth of any of these things. But I said I'd try.

Yesterday, my brother called. He essentially asked if I could go over to Ann Arbor (about a 45 minute drive) to pay his storage unit bill. He said they won't take a money order, so he UPS-ed me an envelope with $400 in it, and I'm going to take it over there. Once we get home, I'm making a Lazy Daisy cake for my dad's birthday. It's his fave from when he was a kid.

And since the bell just rang while I was writing this, I need to get going. More later!

Notes:

• Shish Tawook is broiled chicken with spices sauce, and a dill pickle wrapped in a fresh hot pita. The pickle sounds weird, but it's what makes it. And I don't even like dill pickles!
• I can't wait for the Project Runway finale tomorrow night, but I'm going to be really sad that it's over again. I'm hoping Top Chef will be good.
• I DVR my favorite X-files episodes. I never seem to watch any of our DVD's, but I'd die without the DVR.

Edited to delete rant and add link.

Thanks, Pez!

Four Jobs I've had in my Life:
1. Hotel Maid
2. Au Pair
3. Curriculum Development Specialist/Reading Instructor
4. Tutor
Four Movies I'd Watch Over and Over:
1. The Blues Brothers
2. The Fifth Element
3. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
4. The Princess Bride
Four Places I've Lived:
1. Grosse Pointe Farms, Michigan
2. Hailey, Idaho
3. Zürich, Switzerland
4. Pocatello, Idaho
Four TV Shows I like to Watch
1. Project Runway
2. Veronica Mars
3. X-Files
4. Good Eats
Four Favourite Places I've been on Vacation:
1. Arosa, Switzerland
2. Cancun, Mexico
3. Diamond D Ranch, Idaho
4. Stratford, Ontario
Four Web Sites I Visit Daily
1. www.delphiforums.com
2. www.televisionwithoutpity.com
3. www.woot.com
4. www.jigzone.com
Four of my Favourite Foods:
1. Shish Tawook Sandwish and Fattoush Salad
2. Chocolate
3. Sesame Chicken and Potstickers
4. Chicken Pot Pie
Four places I'd rather be right now:
1. Cuddling in bed with hubby & kids
That's all I got for that--I'm glad I'm here.
Four People I feel sorry for because they're getting tagged: Snapper, Dawn, DMouse, EvilAmy

Motivation

I should really go clothes shopping more often. Before I walked in the store, I fully intended to get McDonald's on the way home. Once I'd spent about 30 seconds in the fitting room, that wasn't even an option.

Oatmeal for breakfast today, yum!

By the way, Lauren can stand on her snowboard, but I didn't want to get it out at the park when we last went for various reasons. Now, the snow is all gone, so I don't know when we'll be able to go again. Heh, we'll probably have blizzards all through March.

What NOT to Say

"Sarah, as soon as you get your schoolwork done, we'll go sledding!"

This guarantees that Sarah's mind will not be on the schoolwork, and she'll do a poor job.

Eh, we had fun anyway, and she can practice stuff this afternoon.

Grizzly Man

I recorded Grizzly Man off the Discovery Channel last time it was on (have I waxed rhapsodic over my love of the DVR recently?), and finally got around to watching it last night.

For the first half hour, I was really on edge every time he got too close to the bears. I felt myself tensing up and nervous about how close he was, and really couldn't believe it when he would go so far as to reach out and touch a bear.

One winter while I was in college, I went snowmobiling with my parents in Yellowstone. At one point, I stopped to take a picture of a bison. It just stood in the snow off the side of the road, while I fiddled with my camera. After I got the picture and drove off again, my stepmother stopped me and practically took my head off (which I deserved). In my eagerness to get a really good, close picture, I was too close, and was blocking its path back to the road. I could easily have been trampled if it had been so inclinded. It's nothing like a bear, but it was still dangerous.

I understand that Treadwell felt a spiritual connection with the bears. When Jeff asked me about it after the first half hour or so, I said, "He thinks he's Dian Fossey." Back in the 70's, there was a TV show called Grizzly Adams. Man, I loved that show. It absolutely captured my city-kid desire to be out of the city. Of course, fueling that fire were our summers spent in Idaho. I loved being in the mountains, where it was so quiet and clean and open. Yep, the classic pastoral fantasy. So I do understand Tim Treadwell's love of that place, and his passion for it.

But he crossed the line. I understand that he talked to schools about the bears, and did a lot to help protect them. But when he mentions studying them, I wondered what exactly he studied. All I saw was his emotional attachment to them. Maybe he did scientific studies, and those clips weren't shown. I'm sure they wouldn't have been very exciting, but I think it would have given more depth to the film.

A curator at a local museum mentioned how Treadwell did more harm than good, in that he "habituated the bears" to humans. There's a reason that the local native culture has a tradition of giving the bears their own space--it's respectful to the bears, as well as safer for the humans. Treadwell didn't seem to anthropomorphize the bears much, but I did get the sense that he looked on them as spiritual kin, in spite of his apparent realization that they could kill him.

I have to admit, I found it a little distracting that Werner Herzog's voice reminded me of Connor MacLeod. "There can be only one!"

In the end, Treadwell was a guy who lived on the edge. Like the people who climb Everest, he knew death was a real possibility. He took the risk, and for a long time, he survived. But he knew there were no guarantees, and in the end he paid that price.

I'm going to need a nap

Lauren has been doing really well at staying dry all night. This is largely because Jeff & I have been religious at making sure she goes to the bathroom right before bed. Last night, we forgot. Right after I got in bed, I realized that, and thought about waking her up to take her to the bathroom, but didn't. I should have known better.

She woke up at three, and Jeff got up to take her to the bathroom. The thing is, when Lauren wakes up wet, she's hysterical and crying. Always. So I gave Jeff the clean sheet and said, "Trade." I got her cleaned up and new pajamas on her, and let her come lay down with us.

But. Jeff was snoring, and she was kicking and rolling (not in her sleep), so I tucked her back in bed between 3:30 & 4, and came out to the computer. I got my Project Runway follow up done (Tim Gunn's blog and podcast, and all the bonus videos), started a load of laundry, and played a few online games. It's now almost 5:30, and I'm not really tired. But I know I need sleep, because I have a really busy day ahead.

Also, Sarah's been complaining of a sore throat, and my throat is a little sore as well. If we get colds, I hope they come and go quickly. Any recomendations for knocking this out?

Eye Roll - Just Have to Share

When the phone rang a few minutes ago, I answered even though no name came up on the caller ID. Usually I don't do that (never at night), but my work number comes up that way, so I answered.

It was some young kid, asking for my first name. "This is," thinking maybe is was one of the kids from Brownies or dance class, though why they would call, I've no idea. Then the kid said, making his voice "deeper," "This is the sex line. Do you want to come?" Now, that's so stupid, that I thought I must have been hearing wrong, so I said, "What?" The dumb kid actually repeated himself, so I asked for his mom. He mumbled something, but didn't hang up. So I said that maybe I should call back so I could talk to his mom, or "would it be better to talk to your dad?" Then he hung up.

Dang it, I wish just once I would have the presence of mind to talk like a phone sex operator, and really scare him off!!!

Potty Training

Before I get to the topic at hand, let me say that I picked Sarah up within 15 minutes of being called. (By the way, Pat, I laughed hardest at your comment!) She had fallen asleep at 5:30--from what I hear, it was the first time she'd stopped moving--and didn't wake up until I got there at 6, so I'm not sure she even realized that I was the worst mom at the Brownie Lock In.

So does anyone have any good ideas for a suck up/apology present for the Brownie Troop leader?

OK, on to the topic at hand. Lauren's potty training has gone so much better lately. Remember the major meltdown I had a few months ago? That was largely due to potty training frustration, though there was other stuff involved as well. But happily, there have been almost no daytime accidents in recent memory. The one notable exception was when she she tried to clean things up herself, but I'm not getting into that.

The stumbling block now is that she wets the bed at night. This has happened pretty much every night this week. Part of the problem is that when she wakes up in the middle of the night, we get her cleaned up, get the sheet off her bed, and let her get into bed with us rather than hassle with remaking the bed. Yeah, it's easier for us, but I don't think it's really helpful. So we now have an official policy that if she wets the bed, she has to sleep back in her own bed, but if she stays dry all night, she can come and cuddle with us in bed in the morning. We'll see how it goes. I just have to remember to set out clean pajamas, underwear, and sheets on her dresser before she goes to bed.

Worst. Mom. EVER.

%#*&!!!!!

Last night, I put the phone next to my bed, just in case Sarah needed to come home in the middle of the night. The phone rang, and when I answered it, it was her troop leader, "You gonna come get her?" Ohhhhhhhh, *%&#$^!!!!! Jeff and I both slept through the alarm. How does that happen? So I threw on clothes, raced to get her, and she was the last kid left. Out of 160 girls, she was the last one to be picked up. Well, there's more fodder for the therapist in 20 years . . .

Wow

It's been a long time since I've posted, so I guess this will be an overall, catch-up issue.

Addictive TV
Last year, I was a complete Lost junkie. This year, I still watch, but Project Runway is my obsession. Every Thursday morning, I check out the website to read Tim Gunn's blog and listen to his podcast. I think Santino is a jerk, Nick, Chloe and Daniel V are the best designers left, and Andrae has some good stuff in spite of the drama and the exaggerated expressions.

Homeschooling
I've got a new system now, where I plan out the whole week in advance, including links to anything I want on line, and print any worksheets. I still don't always get everything done that I plan for, but I do a lot better. I'm still in the beginning stages for next week. I always did love lesson planning. In a few months, I'm going to look for a way to have Sarah tested so that I can see where she is objectively.

My Mom
Her surgery is scheduled for February 9 (so much for her hopes that she could work through the heavy part of tax season!), and I'm going down to see her on the 22. We still haven't planned out who is going to take care of the girls, and we do need to do that, but we have plenty of help, so I'm not worried about it. Sarah, of course, started, "I'm going to miss you, Mom" the day after I bought my ticket.

Kidlets
Sarah loves Brownies. Tonight, she's at a Lock-In. They're going to "stay up all night, swimming and eating pizza and playing in the arcade and watching movies!!!" I get to pick her up at 5:30 tomorrow morning. I have a feeling she won't go to church, heh. She's also having a lot of fun in Tap and singing in the choir at church. We've also been walking around the neighborhood selling cookies. Good Lord, either we live in a ghost town, or people hide in the basement when they see us coming, because it seems like no one is ever home!

Lauren kept asking to pack her bag for the Lock-In tonight, too. She wasn't too upset when I reminded her that she isn't old enough yet, but I did have to repeat that four or five times. She loves Tap and choir, too, and I need to see if story time at the library has started up again yet.

Hobbies
I got to go scrapbooking last week, which was nice, but I realized that my style has "reverted" to what it used to be instead of the more intricate stuff I've done lately. I haven't taken many pictures yet, but I have got about half an hour on the camcorder. I desperately want the cable/software that will let me plug it straight into the computer and burn DVDs, but it's a little pricey. I'm going to clean a friend's house tomorrow, so maybe I'll get enough to feel justified in splurging.

OK, that's all the updates I can think of, and then some!

Christmas

So now that it's New Year's Eve, I guess I'll officially update on Christmas.


Christmas Eve we went to my parents' house. Lauren got lots of dressup clothes, which of course she loved. Sarah got a Light Bright box and a Barbie Karaoke Guitar, which she adores. Luckily, it has volume control. :D

I got to open my present before anyone else - a video camera, horay! As we were driving over to their house, I'd been thinking that I wanted to buy a camera after Christmas, and wondering how much it would cost. Perfect timing! Of course, my 18 year old cousin Danny had to figure out how to use it. I think we have about 10 minutes of film on that.

Christmas morning was at our house; pretty quick and quiet. Jeff's favorite present was the pennant I got him from the All Star Game. The 2004 Houston All Star Game, not this year's here in Detroit. Why would that be his favorite present? Why, because it means he gets to give me shit about being an airhead and not noticing that I got the wrong pennant for the rest of my life. It's the gift that keeps on giving!

By the way, it would appear that one of our Christmas traditions is that not only will the girls get new jammies on Christmas Eve, but that they will fit badly because I didn't check the measurements. Sarah's aren't too bad, but Lauren's in particular are far too long!

After going to church, we came home for a light lunch and quick nap, then off to Grammy & Grandpa's! More dressup clothes for Lauren (that's Grammy looking at her birthstone bracelet next to pink Tinkerbelle, and Aunt Andrea behind the purple feather girl), and Sarah got the Barbie Laptop she's been craving for so long. Lauren also got a scooter just like Sarah's, which she whizzed around on all night. Also, lots of clothes, so hopefully no more fighting with Sarah on Sunday mornings about what she's going to wear.




















The highlight of the night was that Jeff's brother Greg brought his guitar. The girls were all over him. Sarah had brought her pompoms, and Lauren really got into the cheerleading thing, which was hilarious. Greg has a nice voice - he sounds a lot like the Green Day song "Time of Your Life."


















Jeff and I also got a considerable bit of cash from his parents. There are so many things I'd like to do: upgrade my digital camera (something with more megapixels and more zoom), get the gingerbread cookie charm for my bracelet, get some new clothes, etc. But we decided that it's smarter to hold onto it and put it toward plants for the front of the house next spring. The new grass looks great, but we still don't have anything in front of the hosue, and it needs it, badly. We'll still spend some of it on fun stuff, but nothing too big.

I just realized that I got a lot more fun pictures of Lauren than of Sarah, so I'll throw in my most recent favorite of my big girl, getting a piggy back ride from Grandpa.

Candied Baklava

(I'll recap Christmas later)

Yesterday, I went over to my friend Jami's house (waving, 'cause I know she reads here) to learn to make baklava from her mom, who was visiting for a week. Mmmm, baklava. And this is Persian baklava. The baklava you get in bakeries is usually Greek baklava, which means it has walnuts & honey. Persian baklava uses almonds and sugar, and I think it has a more delicate flavor. I just found out that Lebanese baklava uses pistacios, and I might have to try that sometime. Although I knew the basics of how baklava works, it's nice to have someone to walk you through it the first time.

When I got there, we had to run out to the store to pick up more almonds and another pastry brush, since we made two pans simultaneously. Also, Jami needed a little breathing room from her mom, which I can totally understand. When we got back, we got down to business.

Each pan of baklava calls for a pound of melted butter. Start layering the phyllo sheets, with butter between each layer. I quickly forgot how many layers I'd put down, because of course I was constantly talking and not paying attention. Margey (Jami, how does your mom spell her name?) works with a charity that is building schools in Afganistan, and one of the fundraisers they did was an Afgani dinner. That is so the kind of fundraiser I could get behind! Luckily, baklava is forgiving of that kind of distraction.

After putting down 8 layers of phyllo, add ¼ of the filling. The filling is four cups of nuts and four cups of sugar. More phyllo, more filling, etc. Total of four layers of filling, five layers of phyllo. Then cut into squares or diamonds (the hardest part!), and bake for about 30 to 45 minutes, until the top is golden brown. While it's baking, make the syrup, which is a cup of water, two cups of sugar, a couple cinnamon sticks, and a tablespoon of lemon juice.

As she was copying the recipe (from this fabulous old cookbook called The Persian Kitchen), I noticed that she wrote down that the filling calls for TWO cups of sugar. Not four. Two. When I noticed, she said, "Oh, that's right," crossed out the 2 and wrote a 4. But then she went back to the book and realized that indeed, we should have used just two cups of sugar. Well, it was too late to do anything about it, so we decided to just wing it. Once it was done baking (it looked gorgeous!), we pulled it out and poured the hot syrup over it. Then we waited for it to cool. And waited. And waited.

While we were waiting, we snitched samples. The phyllo was wonderfully crisp, yet chewy due to the syrup. The filling was . . . um. Yeah. The filling was sweet. Really sweet. Hence the name "Candied Baklava." I'm going to cut a couple pieces for the kids and take the rest in to work today, and hopefully it'll all get eaten. I do plan to make baklava again, but I think that Candied Baklava is going to be retired. The story will certainly make it into my recipe book, though! ;D

Pity Party

Uuuuurgh.

I feel like crap.

My sinuses are all raw.

I had to pull the car over on the way to work so I could throw up.

Since my morning student didn't show up, I've been taking naps back here. It helps, but then I walk around and feel queasy again.

I really intended to go to the post office and run other errands, but it's not happening.

Bleagh.

Queen Kim the Productive

Yes, I saw Narnia last night; it was great!

My awesome wonderful parents had the girls for a sleepover last night, so I got to run errands this morning all by myself, which totally rocked!

I went to the mall for a present for Jeff and perfume for my SIL. Barnes & Nable for books for my Dad & my brother. Dollar Store for stocking stuffers. Grocery shopping (somehow, I lost a bag of groceries - d'oh!), too. Now I'm tired, but the house is a wreck, and I still have to make dinner. Once the kids are in bed, I'm up for some sewing.

The best things, though, are these: They're birthstone bracelets for my MIL, Sarah, Lauren, and stepmom. Sarah's birthstone is amethyst, and Lauren's is aquamarine. I realized, though, that since they're birthstone bracelets, I really should wait for their birthdays to give them to the girls. I so want to give them to them right away, though! I just hope they fit - I might try them on them while they sleep.

Hee

We went to the Rockettes last night, and had a lot of fun. One of the other moms from Sarah's tap class reserved a block of tickets, so in addition to getting the seats for half price, Sarah got to sit by one of her friends in dance class. I'm glad we got tickets for this instead of the Nutcracker, although that was a tradition when I was growing up and I really love it. But this was a little easier for little kids to get into (Lauren kept asking "Where's Santa?" every time he was off stage). Sarah said her favorite part was the living Nativity at the end. I was glad to see the show end on a non-commercial note.

As we were leaving, it was snowing, and had been for a while (which we'd expected--we have quite a bit of accumulation this morning). As the huge crowd was crowding toward the parking structure, a group of people behind us began singing, "let it snow, let it snow, let it snow." For me, that was the high point of the evening--people taking something that was an inconvenience and having fun with it. It got a laugh out of pretty much everyone else, as well.

As for that last entry, well . . . the beginning of the week was rough. And I still have too much to do, but I'm not stressing about it as much anymore, though I did add "blender and margarita mix" to my Christmas list). Thanks for the good wishes, everyone!

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The Story Behind the Dresses

. . . or, How Kim Almost Got Herself in Way Over Her Head.

When I screwed up cutting out the bodice front piece of Lauren's dress last week, I scrambled to the nearest JoAnn Fabrics. Not the same one where I bought the fabric, but it was closer and I was hopeful. As soon as I walked it, I saw this gorgeous fabric. It looked like velvet with detailed metallic embroidery. Very flowy, graceful, Christmasy. And they had, in addition to deep red with gold stitching, midnight blue with silver stitching (which looks great on blondes) and hunter green with gold stitching (which looks great on redheads).

As soon as I saw it, I fell in love. I seriously considered putting aside the dress I'd already done, as well as the one I'd cut out (and screwed up) in favor of making two entirely new dresses out of this fabric. Did I mention that I did this on Saturday night? And that the pictures were going to be on Tuesday morning? And still I thought, "Yeah, I'd have to sew pretty much non-stop, but I could make it." Luckily for me, a saleslady saw the pattern envelope in my hand and said that the fabric wouldn't work with a gathered skirt. So I was off the hook. For this year.

I wonder if it would go on really deep sale after Christmas . . . I could find a pattern that would work, and buy enough to make the next size up, and be all set to make the dresses in September if I wanted! No rushing next year!!! That would be so awesome!

Um. Yeah. Anyway, THIS year's photo session went very well. Here's what we got (by the way, I don't know how true the color will be, but they're purple shot with some silver, and silver ribbon at the waist and cuffs):

Sewing, part deux

Here are the dresses, finally finished (almost--I still need to put a hook & eye at the tops in back). I think they're cute, but as always, I think they "look homemade." I've never made dresses in matching fabric before, so I also think they're a little "matchy-matchy." But at least they're done, and now I can move on to my next 50 projects.

Bleep

I like sewing, right? So why am I so ticked off right now?

Because, even though I made multiple perfect practice button holes on some test fabric, the top buttonhole on Sarah's dress has not worked three times now. I'm starting to worry about the integrity of the fabric, but I put it away for now. I still have to hem it, and it's too big around, but I can't change that.

Because I wasn't paying attention when I laid out the bodic pieces for Lauren's dress this afternoon and I cut the bodice front right down the center. I don't have enough fabric to cut the front out again, so now I get to go to the fabric store again and try to get a new piece. I am not looking forward to that.

Pictures are Tuesday, did I mention that?

16 days 0 days since Lauren's last accident.

You know, like the signs they have at construction sites?

Although she still frequently wets the bed at night, she hasn't had a daytime accident since November 3rd.

Hey, she needed a bath and hair washing anyway . . .

Scientists say cold noses reduce ability to fight virus attacks

Interesting, but short of a balaclava, how do I keep their noses warm?

http://www.cnn.com/2005/HEALTH/11/14/cold.chill/index.html

"If they become chilled, this causes a pronounced constriction of the blood vessels in the nose and shuts off the warm blood that supplies the white cells that fight infection. The reduced defences in the nose allow the virus to get stronger and common cold symptoms develop."

Edited to add: I guess a balaclava really wouldn't cut it, since it doesn't cover the nose, as I thought. "Ski mask" probably would have been better, but I don't think they would wear that, either, so I'm back where I started.

Well, that's cleared up

Last night, around quarter after 10, the phone rang, and the caller ID said, "Nevada." Um, I don't know anyone in Nevada, so I didn't answer it. But I checked the voicemail a few minutes later, and apparently, I do know someone in Nevada. It was my brother. My brother that no one has heard from in weeks. When my sister-in-law got a really good job offer in Las Vegas, they couldn't turn it down, so they moved. I told him that I understood that every bit of money they had needed to go to keeping the family afloat, but that I was still pissed that he hadn't let anyone know. He accepts that, and is sincerely sorry. I'm sad that they live so far away now, but glad they're ok.

Dude, are you mad at ME?!?

Remember this? When I said, "eventually, we got to an ER," what I didn't say is that we went to an urgent care facility first, waited for half an hour, and then when we finally got up to fill out the paperwork, someone came out and said that the X-ray machine was broken, and that since it was a head injury, she'd probably need a CAT scan, anyway (which they don't have), so we should head down to the ER a couple miles away. I was pissed, especially at having to wait for nothing, but left. Happily, the ER was great, and everything was fine.

Today, when I checked voicemail this afternoon, I had a call from the doc in charge at the Urgent Care facility first, wanting to know why I'd left without getting Sarah checked out. I called him back and explained what had happened. He talked about how she should have been checked out there first, and then done an official transfer. If something had happened to her on the way to the ER, the UC facility would have been liable. He said that he wanted to make sure his staff knew that what happened shouldn't have happened, and wanted to know if I remembered who had told me about the X-ray, what that person looked like, etc. Well, I didn't remember; I barely remembered what time we'd been in.

So then he got this tone in his voice, and said that they rarely do CAT scans on children anymore unless a concussion is indicated, and got all snotty. You know, I appreciate that your staff screwed up, and you want to make sure it doesn't happen again. But don't take it out on me.

Doing a little better

I've been really crabby all week. No suprise there, I know. But I talked to my mom last night, and at least now I know the plan. She's going to take some meds, then start chemo probably on Monday, and have three or four courses of that. Then the double mastectomy probably in January, then more chemo. Sounds horrible, but she's in good spirits. I asked her if she'd get medical marijuana, and get to be a big ol' pothead, but she laughed and said no. I'll probably go down there sometime in January to help out. I really want to thank everyone for all the good wishes--it really does make a difference.

I think I'm going to crawl into a hole

Or maybe crawl into bed. My grandfather died this morning. I am totally at a loss.

Edited to add: Apparently, the pictures I took back in June are the last ones of him.

Trick or Treat!

Happy Halloween! We had a good time - the rain held off, except for a drop or two, and it wasn't too cold. I can't believe how nice it's been the past three years on Halloween--we've really lucked out.

We went to our neighbor's house first, and since the three girls play together often, we all went around the neighborhood together. We only stayed out for about an hour, but they still got plenty of candy, of course.

The most memorable part of the night was when we went to a house with a person sitting outside. The person was dressed up as a witch or scarecrow or something, and sitting very still. Sarah & Sammy hung back--they could tell something was up. Lauren didn't even seem to notice and walked right past him/her. When the person moved, she kind of did a double take ("Wow, that's a real person!") but then asked for candy right away. It never even occurred to her to be scared. We went to another house that was intentionally scary, that the two big girls wouldn't go near--that person was walking around, and wearing a very scary mask, but again, nothing was going to keep Lauren from the candy.

It Never Fails

When I go out shopping with little or no money, I find so many things I want. When I go out with money burning a hole in my pocket, I find nothing. This is doubly so if I'm shopping for myself.

I was going to make these dresses for the girls for Christmas, until I realized that the skirts are taffeta, which is dry clean only.

So even though I love the pattern, it's not going to happen (a bonus is that I don't have to make piping, which I have a feeling would be a pain). I'm frustrated that there aren't more moderately fancy winter dress patterns out there.

For now, I'm making the dresses for which I already have patterns and fabric, and looking for holiday sweaters. For Christmas, I might use the same pattern I did last year, but different fabric and no collar. I don't know yet, but I'm a little frustrated.

Happily, I found out that My Photographer now gets your pictures back to you the same day, instead of having to wait three weeks! I was so happy about that, but I was a little overwhelmed to realize that I have almost a month to find something for the kids to wear, instead of barely two weeks!

Kinda Tired

When I got home from grocery shopping this morning, all set to make Calico Beans for the church potluck and Pecan Tartlets for the Baking Contest (because I didn't have time to make my Torte, even though I think it's more impressive), and Jeff mentioned that Sarah had fallen a little earlier, and hit her head.

We didn't think anything of it until she started throwing up. Eventually she and I made it to the ER and she got a CT scan (was terrified at the thought of an X-ray) and was pronounced ok. At home, Jeff made the beans, which came out yummy as always. The tartlets never got started - oh well! - and Sarah is asleep right now. I think I might go take a nap, too.

Spoke too soon

Remember this? Yeah, well. Not so much.

As it turns out, my mom does have some variety of inflammatory breast cancer. She meets with the oncologist next Wednesday (which infuriates me that she didn't see him/her the same damn day, but has to wait a fucking week), and they'll give her the course of action, but a double mastectomy is a given. Before they can do that, though, she has to have chemo to reduce the size of her breasts, so that they have enough skin left to cover things up. They also have to see if it's metastasized.

I've spent a lot of the past day and a half swearing and crying. My mom, however, is in very good spirits. She is very comfortable leaving it up to God (though of course she's getting treatment), and has joked about finally being able to wear cute little bras, and getting a blue & yellow striped mohawk wig. She feels that she's going to come through fine. I should mention that she's been cancer free for over nine years.

I'm also incredibly pissed off and frustrated at my brother, who has apparently dropped off the face of the earth. He doesn't really have a relationship with my mom, and she's said that I shouldn't feel obligated to tell him about this, but it's making me even crazier that I can't get ahold of him.

Picture of the day

I'm running to get ready for work this morning, but couldn't resist putting up this picture from yesterday. Feel free to suggest a caption!

Extravagant

I went in to get my hair cut & colored yesterday morning. I had to miss my last haircut, so I just skipped it altogether. "Mistake. Big mistake. Huge." (a cookie for the first person to get that quote)

Also, I think I've been watching too much What Not to Wear, because I got a sudden urge for color. I've had blonde highlights before, but I've also been auburn, which looks nice, and highlights cost too dang much.

I got there about 10 minutes late (I hate having to get cash for the tip - I live for the debit card!), and since there was another woman coming in, two other people than my regular stylist put the goop on my hair. As long as Danielle (regular stylist for 8 1/2 years now) gave them the color formula, I didn't care who put it on me.

As for that color, I wanted a change, but nothing too drastic, so we went with a red/brown mix. Sadly, I realized that I couldn't get my hair to Lauren's color without serious work.

After they get it all on my hair (with a pause to mix some more, because nobody ever seems to get just how much hair I have), they washed it and I sat with some magazines to try to figure out a cut. When my hair gets too long and unruly, I get utterly sick of it and say, "Shave it all off for all I care. Just fix it so it doesn't drive me crazy anymore." Eventually, I came up with two choices. A longer cut, still down to around my shoulders, that flips up on the ends (it took me a long time to deal with the flippiness of my hair, though it is considered stylish now), or a considerably shorter 'do. I've had very short hair before, and like it, but longer hair gives me more options, and is easier to deal with, except for time involved in getting it dry. Besides, I can always go shorter later if I feel like it.

Cut, cut, cut. Haul out the hairdryer. "How does the color look?" "It's great, very rich looking." Once it's all done, I look at it. Huh. It looks almost the same color as it was when I walked in. We go outside to get some natural light. There, I can see the red undertones, but really, it still just looks brown. "You know, I was really looking for the red to 'pop' a little more." Thinking: I'm not spending $$ for color to not see any difference!

We head back in, and Danielle decides to use a demi permanent color, true red, the most intense demi color they have. She tells me that my hair just didn't pick up the red before, so we're not going to mess around. They mix this up, and the same two people apply it, again needing to mix more. What, you guys didn't learn earlier?

After they wash it out, again with the blowdryer. This time, I can tell it's red, but it's a pretty dark red. I like it. After four hours (I'm so glad Grammy came over to babysit instead of someone I had to pay!), I was done.

Later, Jeff & I were talking about the charm (a gingerbread cookie) I want for my bracelet . It's pricey (almost $100), and I said, "Maybe that should be a Christmas present instead of a birthday present. My hair can be my birthday present!" He looked suprised. "How much was your hair?" "Heh, more than the charm." He was suprised, so I broke it down. $30 for the cut, $50 for the color, and $13 each for a bottle of shampoo & conditioner, $20 for the tip. The product is the truly extravagant part, I think. I generally go for the cheapest stuff around, and it doesn't make a bit of difference to my hair. But when chemicals are involved, I splurge a little and go for the good stuff. But still, eeek at that much for two bottles! So I spent more than a week's worth of groceries in a few hours, just on myself! That's an odd feeling - I'm generally very frugal.

Making Lemonade

The bright spots of the cancellation of the class I was supposed to start today:

• Since the class I'm getting instead will only be two days a week, I won't have to pay for any babysitting.
• Since I can pick up an extra class over two Saturdays, I won't be losing much money (the total is almost the same amount, just over five weeks instead of three).
• On the days I do work, I'll be home by 1:30 instead of 4:30, so it'll be lots easier to do schoolwork and whatever else is going on around here.

Cross your fingers

Overheard yesterday at my house:
Mom: There's a hockey game tonight - do you guys want to go?
Sarah & Lauren (jumping in the air): Yeah! Hockey!
Mom: OK, Lauren, if you want to go, you have to poop on the potty first.
Lauren: (runs to bathroom)

Eventually, a few hours later, after multiple potty breaks and a few false positive reports, we had results! Yes! So this morning, Lauren got to watch TV after breakfast and will get to sing with the choir at church. And last night, she got to cheer at the hockey game (minor league) and eat popcorn and a hot dog--the real reason for her excitement, I think.

The whole night, we kept telling her that now she could use the potty all the time and wouldn't go in her pants anymore, because she's such a big girl. Oh, how I hope . . .

I knew it was coming

I knew 80's fashion would eventually reappear. Cringe. I mean, I really bring the whole big hair look, but I'm not looking forward to shiny fabric and linebacker shoulder pads.

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The Plan

The plan for today:

Call work and get the mistake with my check worked out. Part of it is my fault for not checking the contracts more closely before I signed them. If they don't want me to cash this check and make up the difference, but wait for a new one, I will sweetly offer to go and pick up a new check TODAY. No, I don't want to wait for three days, thanks.

Work on Lauren's Halloween costume. That is, start Lauren's Halloween costume.

Continue to look for the mask to Sarah's costume, which I found out was lost on Friday. I'm still pissed off about that.

Read The Strong Willed Child. Lauren's potty training is still not moving forward; to make a crude and obvious pun, she just doesn't give a shit. Even though I've told her that only big girls get to sing in the choir at church and have sleepovers, and she wants those things, she obviously doesn't want them enough. Last night, I started "only big girls get desserts." If I don't see some progress soon, I'm going to be ready for "only big girls get to watch TV." Jeff suggested that one a while ago, but I thought it too severe. HA!

Scale Mount Laundry, and try to get it down to a foothill.

Wow, that was a good movie

Crash.

See it.

One of the user comments on the www.imdb.com site reads, "in one absolutely brilliant moment I was literally sobbing at the expectation of horror unfolding, only to be cathartically released in a most unexpected way." That is exactly the way I felt.

And I can't say any more, because I have to get ready for work tomorrow, which includes getting everything ready for the babysitter.

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Color Blind, or Just Blind?

When Kanye West said, "George Bush doesn't care about black people," I agreed, but thought it would have been more accurate to say, "George Bush doesn't care about poor people."

I feel fairly certain that our president is just as happy to take money from black people as from white, and to advance their interests, as long as those interests coincide with those of other wealthy people. It's about money, not race.

But. That's what most white people think. Most black people disagree. Why is this?

There's talk of putting a WalMart Super Center fairly near the current Wal Mart in our area, on the site of a deserted mall in Livonia. I knew people were up in arms about it, because Wal Mart is notorious for killing surrounding small businesses. Maybe people don't like it, I thought, but something there is better than a big empty nothing.

I couldn't believe it this morning when I read an article in the local paper that said, "Bypassing the common practice of using code words or euphemisms when speaking critically of African Americans, some white residents expressed fears about people from mostly black Detroit coming to mostly white Livonia to shop and work, and suggested that Livonia would become a ghetto."

HUH? Where did that come from? And how is it that I keep forgetting that so many people feel this way? When I hear about local hate crimes, I feel sad, but know that it's the work of lone hateful idiots. Normal, rational people don't feel this way, right?

During the first mayoral debate, standing mayor Kwame Kilpatrick said, "In Birmingham, in Bloomfield Hills and all these places they do more meth, they do more ecstasy and they do more acid than all the schools in the city of Detroit put together." No one disputes that drugs are everywhere, but the comment was unsubstantiated and looked like he was trying to shift blame. (For the record, I am not a fan of Kwame Kilpatrick, and I hope Freeman Hendricks kicks his ass in the election.)

Still, some people aprove of his remarks and feel that he stands up for them. I think there are some who think that Freeman Hendricks is a puppet of the suburbs.

Another controversy is that Grosse Pointe school districts have recently required its students to reregister in order to prove they live within district boundaries. I understand that many feel this is a "keep the blacks out" move, but I see it as a sincere attempt to relieve overcrowding. My aunt used to use my grandmother's GP Woods address so that her daughter could go to a Grosse Pointe school. It bugged me then. If I'm paying higher taxes so my kid can go to a better school, I don't want 5 extra kids in the class from families who aren't contributing, and that includes white kids from St. Clair Shores as well as black kids from Harper Woods.

Several years ago in college, one of my friends posed the hypothetical question, "If you were walking down the street, and saw a black man walking toward you, would you cross the street?" I told her that I was too shallow to deal with skin color, and would probably look at what they were wearing first. "If I saw a bunch of rowdy white guys with tattoos & motorcycle gear on one side, and one black guy wearing a sweatshirt and carrying a backpack, I'd probably stick to the side with the black guy."

Maybe I just don't get it. I grew up in white bread Grosse Pointe (though I did go to school in Detroit for kindergarten & 1st grade). I graduated high school in ultra white bread Idaho. I currently live in a multi-racial neighborhood, but most of our immediate neighbors are white. Sarah had a couple black girls in her dance class over the summer, but I can't remember if any of them are in her current class. A few of our neighbors are elderly, and I'm curious about what kind of new neighbors we'll get when they move. I'm more concerned about "will they have kids the same age as my kids" than "will they be black or Middle Eastern or whatever."

Confession: one time, I told one of my friends that over the summer, she'd gotten brown as a "nigger." I still can't believe I said that, but I wanted to see what kind of reaction I'd get. Neither of my friends said anything about it, then or ever, though I saw them exchange a shocked look. That's a hard (embarassing, shameful) confession to make, and it's hard for me not to delete this paragraph.

There's no real point to this entry. I just don't understand why this is still an issue. I know that it's natural to see similarities and differences when you first meet people, and to try to categorize them, but doing that is getting in the way of living and prospering. Sadly, I don't see things turning around on a large scale. At this point, I don't think my kids notice skin color. I hope I can keep it that way.

Thanks, Everyone!

I talked to my mom a few minutes ago, and while her problem is not mastitis, neither is it inflammatory breast cancer. The docs that she spoke with feel that it is a long term side effect of the radiation treatment she recieved a few years ago. They'll follow up with a mammogram, but everything looks ok.

I really appreciate all the good wishes from everyone - it helped a lot.

Calendar Juggling

I'm teaching a day class next week and the week after that. I took it because, even though it's all day, every day (except the first Friday), it's very good money and only two weeks. I even thought, "Heck, maybe I'll do these once in a while as a semi-regular thing."

Then I looked at the calendar.

All my evening classes are getting pushed back by two weeks, because there's no way I'm teaching all day, coming home, and leaving again to teach at night. This works out for the best, though, because now they have time to get the word out to more people, and we should have a better turnout for those evening classes when they do start.

Lauren's dance classes will be ending right about the time I get home. I think on the first week, I'll be able to cut out an hour early, which will get me home in time. The second week, either my Dad will take her (I hope he can come over those days); we'll switch to the other day and Grammy can take her; or she'll miss it.

Story time is in the mornings, but I could switch her to a different day in the evenings. She could just miss it, but she really likes it.

Add to this the babysitter issues, critical meal planning and school planning that I'll need to do, and this "Working Mom" stuff is for the birds. I briefly thought about taking the next full time class as well, but I think I'll pass. I do hope they can get the Monday/Wednesday classes rolling, because two days a week is a very happy medium.

Today, I have a dentist appointment, I have to call the ped for Lauren, who sounds like a frog right now, I need to call my Dad back, I have a class tonight, and my mom is going to see a doc this morning.

I'm off to update my Outlook calendar!

Yeah, that was fun

Yesterday, a guy came to our front door saying that he'd been in the neighborhood trimming trees, and wanted to know if we wanted the dead one in the back taken down. "Sure, come give us an estimate." He suggested $400, which was about what I'd heard before. If not for the brakes on the car a while back, it would have been a done deal. He offered $200 to take off the big branches, leaving just the trunk. OK, that's not too bad, and then the major hazard will be gone, and we can get rid of the trunk next year.

So he's up in the tree like a squirrel, lopping off branches. Sure enough, one fell on the power lines, and ZAP! ripped it right out of the power pole behind the house. Jeff had asked him if was insured, and he said he was, but! - he didn't have his card with him. As we were getting information, it turns out he didn't have a driver's license, either. As I'm fuming that I don't want to give him a thin dime, Jeff wrote him a $75 check and said good bye. I couldn't even talk to him - I was afraid of what I might say.

I called Edison, and they said someone would be out "between now and 2." Alrighty! We borrowed our neighbor's generator, Jeff stayed home from his Bible study, and we kind of winged it for the rest of the night. Sarah got to break in her Incredibles flashlight a little earlier than planned, though. After the girls were in bed, Jeff & I watched Suspect Zero on his laptop, plugged in to the extension cord. He went to bed, but I stayed up reading/dozing on the couch to see when the guys got here.

They didn't come. I called Edison at 8, and they had no ETA for the repairmen, but "a crew has been assigned, so they should be on their way, if they're not there now."

At noon, I called Edison back. "Did they get lost?" The lady I talked to was very nice, and I realized that they thought we needed tree trimming first. Nooooo, that's what got us into this problem in the first place! The tree is absolutely not the issue! About 20 minutes after that, the tree trimmer guy showed up. Too bad they can't contact these guys, huh? He ripped some vines off the power pole, then left.

FINALLY, at about quarter after four, the Edison truck showed up. We have power again, and I can get my computer fix.

On the bright side, the guy didn't fall out of the tree and break his neck. He didn't drop a log through the roof of the garage. The wire came out of the pole, not the house, so it wasn't hot. We didn't get charged for the Edison call. (I still have to call the phone company, because that wire is sagging in a big way.)

We have an agreement to find (or make!) a No Soliciting Sign ASAP.

Frustrated

Although my mom tells me that my frustration energy would be better put toward prayers, I'm still pissed off on her behalf.

She's been jumping through hoops to get in to see a doc, and hasn't gotten anywhere. She's had financial appointments (yes, plural), only to discover that their income is too high by $1oo/week to qualify. So next she's calling the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, and will hopefully get an appointment there soon.

The issue? One of her breasts is red, painful and swollen. At this point, the most likely culprits are a) mastitis (due to previous radiation therapy) or b) inflammatory breast cancer. Luckily, mastitis is MUCH more likely, because inflammatory breast cancer is some nasty shit. Of course, if it isn't mastitis, and she needs chemotherapy, etc., these few weeks could make a very large difference.

She's been taking colloidal silver (a natural antibiotic) for a while, and the redness & swelling have diminished, which is good news, but the only way to rule out cancer is a) a fine needle biopsy, b) a regular surgical biopsy, c) an ultrasound, or d) an MRI.

So I'm pissed at the health care system (she was actually suprised at how "insurance-driven" it all is) and concerned, but hoping for the best.

PORK TENDERLOIN WITH BALSAMIC-CRANBERRY SAUCE

For the original recipe, which involved roasting a pork tenderloin inthe oven: http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/recipe_views/views/100314?id=100314&kw=&action=filtersearch&QueryZip=%28%28cranberry%29+%3CIN%3E+%28CNContent%2Ctitle%29%29&Filter=recipe%2Dfilter%2Ehts&ResultTemplate=recipe%2Dresults%2Ehts&QueryText=%28%28cranberry%29+%3CIN%3E+%28CNContent%2Ctitle%29%29&Collection=Recipes&ResultStart=151&ResultCount=15&BrowseLink=%3CA+HREF%3D%22%22%3EQuick+Search%3C%2FA%3E+%26gt%3B+keyword%3A+cranberry

PORK TENDERLOIN MEDALLIONS WITH BALSAMIC-CRANBERRY SAUCE

salt & pepper
1 8- to 10-ounce pork tenderloin
1 ½ Tablespoons butter
½ cup chopped onion
1 Tablespoon chopped fresh rosemary
½ cup canned low-salt chicken broth
1/3 cup canned whole berry cranberry sauce
1 Tablespoon balsamic vinegar

Slice pork into 1 inch wide medallions. Season with salt & pepper. Saute pork in a large frying pan. Don't over cook - the meat should still have some resiliency when you push on it. Remove from pan to a plate, and cover with tin foil.

Melt butter in the same pan, and scrape up any bits that are stuck to the bottom. Saute the onion & rosemary until the onion is soft & translucent. Add the broth, cranberry sauce, and balsamic vinegar and whisk until the cranberry sauce is melted. Add any juice from the pork chops to the sauce. Boil the sauce until it has reduced enough to coat a spoon (according to the original recipe, about six minutes).

These amounts are supposed to serve two, so I always double it, and the sauce takes considerably longer to reduce. Of course, I also use vegetable broth instead of chicken. If I'm feeling ambitious, I'll make spaetzle to go with it, but noodles would be just fine. It's very tasty - I really like many pork/fruit combinations - and very impressive.

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Proud of herself

We took the training wheels off Sarah's bike yesterday, and she was off! It only took about 15 minutes for her to get the hang of balancing and steering, as long as Jeff gave her a push to get started. Getting herself started was another story--she kept braking--and led to a lot of frustration, so we'll go back to it another day, after more practice.

Funny how things work out

So, we had to pay big bucks for getting the brakes fixed on the car. And our summer taxes (which were raised by a few hunderd dolalrs) are due shortly. And we're planning on having the lawn ripped out and sod put in at the end of the month.

So, our finances are a little tighter right now than we'd like them to be. We're not going to cancel our cable modem or DVR or Blockbuster subscriptions, but the wooden swingset has been put on hold, and we're skipping the baseball game Monday.

So, I called the landscape guy this afternoon, to see if we could do hydroseed instead of sod. He said that would be no problem, but that it would still be about $1800, because he'll still have to rip out the old lawn, and the roots, and such. Well, $1800 is a WHOLE lot better than $3000, so we jumped on it, though we won't have InstaLawn.

So, by incurring these extra expenses, we ended up saving money. We thought about going to the ritziest restaurant we could find to celebrate, but decided not to. ;D

August Homeschool Review

So, August. The first three weeks of school. Here's how it went.

Me:

I didn't do as well as I'd hoped with getting through certain lessons. Though we did hit Reading, Math and Spelling almost every day, Art, Science, Writing and German kind of fell by the wayside. I'm going to start doing more extensive lesson planning on the weekend, and printing out the worksheets we'll need in advance.

I'm also going to revive my old Learning Connection personality. When I first started working at a reading clinic while I was in college, I was pretty shy with people I didn't know well. The woman training me explained that quiet reserve would not help me with bored nine-year-olds. Then she said the Words That Changed My Life: "Act," she said, "like a game show host." A light bulb went off in my head, my inner goofball slipped her leash, and I started having a really good time. The Game Show Host needs to show up around here for school time, too.

Sarah: academically, I'm satisified so far.

She does ok with her reading. We're working through a lot of the Amelia Bedelia, Henry & Mudge, and Rookie Read-About Science series. Young Cam Jansen books are more challenging, and she doesn't like them as well, but I think that will start to change in a few months.

We're working through a 1st grade spelling list I found, set up for 32 weeks. The first week was so easy that I thought we could double up on the weeks, but that proved to be too much, so we're back to one set a week. Besides writing the words on the board, on the computer, etc, we're also working on alphabetizing.

Math is also ok, now that I'm not so worried about her using her fingers or a number line or some other manipulative to get to the answer. We do addition & subtraction flashcards, worksheets I print out, and a few online games. We're also doing some work on telling time, and will start on money soon.

Her attitude frequently leaves something to be desired, but I think a better attitude on my part will go a long way to help that.

Lauren: not much to report there. Too often, I have to ask her to stop yelling/talking or play in her room while I'm working with Sarah. The other day, we did some three letter word cards (a picture divided into three parts, with one letter from the word on each part; once you put the picture together, you can "read" the word.) She had fun and did ok with them--not reading, but identifying the letters. There are also some good online games for her.

This month, tap lessons, story time at the library, and (hopefully) Girl Scouts will start up. My stepsis and I want to start getting together every other week again for Cousin School, too. I'm also slated to start working two days a week, but that isn't until the end of the month.

Gibson

I found out today that they're planning to open next week, for at least a semester. They're still hoping for an endowment to continue. But since they didn't say anything about needing a computer teacher, I guess it isn't in their budget. I totally understand, though I am disappointed. I'm glad I have the other classes lined up!

Catching Up

What's going on around here these days:

• The final decision on Gibson is supposed to come today. If they haven't been able to confirm they'll be back yet, I don't have a lot of confidence that they will at all. It's sad, but I'm glad I have a backup day job, even though it won't start for a few weeks.
• We had to have the brakes in the Toyota fixed on Tuesday, to the tune of $600+. I'm really glad I was able to work even a few nights a week over the summer!
• I'm taking the girls to register for tap this morning. Earlier, Sarah said she didn't want to take tap anymore. I told her that was ok, but I was still signing Lauren up, because I knew she really wanted to take it. Mysteriously, Sarah changed her mind . . .
• We have another critter in the attic. Jeff is going to fix the hole in the soffit or gutter or whatever this weekend.