7.05.2008

"Green" Gift Wrapping



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I was stuffing gifts into gift bags and wrapping them one day when I had an idea. Why not use one of those cute little Trader Joe's bags instead - not only is it usually big enough for some of these odd shaped toys, but then the recipient (or their mom, in my case, usually) can use it later for groceries.
So I drove to my not-so-nearby Trader Joes (because theirs were the only ones I thought were festive enough) and bought a handful of these things. Found some decorative tissue paper and here you go:
(one of these is a boy's gift, one a girl's)
I think they turned out pretty cool!

Small Town Holidays

One of the things I love about our small bedroom community town is the holidays. Mostly the 4th of July. The day starts with a race. Runners from all over a 3 mile radius come to compete in this highly rated 2 or 5K run. Kids of all ages are invited to run in the Kiddie run - once around the bank and back, or for the older kids, twice around the bank and to the finish line.

From there, you go to the pancake breakfast.
If you like pancakes.

Then there is the dog parade. We didn't do that this year, although I did put a very patriotic scarf on M's dog and bring her with us to the race. (I forgot my camera though. aaaaghh.)

The big event for us is the bike parade. We forgot about it last year, so this year we made sure we had all the crepe paper and stuff we could find.
 
No sense in doing something like this unless you can be excessive about it. One of Moraga's finest gets on his bike and leads the parade. Until the speedsters take off and lap him a few times.
 

After that, games like three legged race, burlap sacks and all; wheelbarrow race; egg and spoon relays; watermelon eating contest. stuff like that.
oh, and the ever popular jumpy houses. This year they had an American Gladiator type thing where you whack your friend around with big ol thingies. The girls lasted about 2 minutes in that one. But it was a fun 2 minutes.
 
Oh - and looking back at the schedule, I see we completely missed the bocce ball tournament! What were we thinking? Oh well, there is always next year.

And of course, the day ends with a concert at the bandshell (Larry Lynch and the Mob. ha ha. Get it? Lynch and Mob. yeah. well...) and fireworks. Yes, little Moraga has a nice little fireworks show. You can drive a bit and see a really big one, but we all gather together on the hill at the park or at a nearby club/golf course and watch the admittedly smaller show. But it's our community there "ooohing" and "aaahing" instead of some random anonymous crowd. And you can't beat that with a stick.

Yep. This is why I live here.
 
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6.22.2008

you crazy liberal, you

Check it out - Wish I could convey my thoughts as well as Looky Daddy does!
Listen dammit!

This is just the kind of stuff that has me banned from the DH family email strings. That and the fact that I ran out to support Wal-Mart in the wake of what was perceived as a misguided donation to a group that would ruin our country and every family moral we've ever envisioned.

So I get left out of the long hotly debated political and moral email strings.

and I couldn't be happier.

6.21.2008

It could be this year's Christmas photo except...

 


The more children you have, the more likely one of them is going to mess up the family photo.
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6.08.2008

Reason #7438 Why I Love my Son

 
He not only plays catch with his little sister when she just needs a friend,
 
He'll go swimming with her too.

Damn, we're gonna miss him in the fall.
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5.28.2008

Help! PC or Mac?

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OK - High school senior graduating. Want to buy a laptop for next year.

Sr. dude wants a Mac (duh). We're trying to figure out if it's worth the extra money. School says Mac operating systems aren't the problem they once were with the school systems, so it's a toss up. They do issue a very nice warning about VISTA, so if it's a PC - we need to get it fast so we can get it with XP still on it.

So help me out bloggyfriends - Mac or PC?

btw - went on the apple website and spent WAY too much time enjoying the ads - they have one very good ad firm!

*thanks to pjlighthouse.com for the image!

5.10.2008

Happy Mother's Day

 


Beware of a child's room just prior to Mother's Day.
Especially when they've just learned to write.

Happy Mother's Day to all my favorite moms. Hope your day is one to remember!
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5.09.2008

D.R. Part III

More Dominican Republic pics and fun


Anyone want to go to a carnival?
Yeah - I thought not.









The Sexy Fiesta was on the way to the beach. Attention getting, no?







The day at the ranch, which turned out to be the night hour at the ranch. LK did get to ride a horse, but this particular horse was really not feeling much like giving rides. She took off with one of the guys. He had a tough time controlling her. So LK only rode with the guy whose family owns the horse. I rode too, but the horse was fine with me.





We spent a LOT of time with this game. It's called "Find It" or something like that. We had found nearly everything except the penny. It was driving us nuts. Here is evidence we finally found the penny. This is a very good game to take with you on a vacation where you will have a lot of time to kill play with it.





There is a lot of artwork in the D.R. Most of it looks like this. There was one metal sculpture I considered bringing home, but the guy wanted $60 for it. He wasn't willing to cut his price in half, so I left it in the D.R. I've been ok with that decision.







And proof positive that fun was indeed available. How many little girls get to be a sand mermaid? OK, don't answer that, there are probably tons, but it made this little girl happy, and that kind of stuff saved us!

5.08.2008

What's in a link? and more boob squishing

It's been a while since I've looked to see what brings people to my blog. This month is pretty new, but I've already had someone find me by typing "How to steal a xbox". ???? Have I ever written about stealing an x-box? (yes, dear googler, it's AN, not A when followed by "xbox".)
I have also gotten hits with "son biting my tit" and "women squishing their breasts". I guess I should lay off the boob stories. And just when I was about to relay my latest wonder visit for my 6 month diagnostic mammogram. Well - I will anyway. Might as well, since this post has the words "tit", "breast" and "boob" in it already!


So, "diagnostic" just means they find at least 6 new and different methods of torture per visit, many of these involving removing the breast manually from the chest wall and placing it somewhere across the room. If you have ever seen the size of my breasts, you know this is extremely difficult. The good news this time is that only the 6 new and different methods REALLY hurt this time. The others were tolerable. First time for everything! The other good news is that I'm back on the yearly screening plan again. WaHOO!
So will next month have someone googling "placing breasts across the room"???

American Idol Relief





Have you EVER seen anyone so happy to finally be released from a show???!!!

That poor dude has been trying to get voted off for at least 3 weeks. He looked miserable in where were they? Las Vegas? Have to say, I still liked him, and I didn't think his "I Shot the Sheriff" was all that bad, but it was certainly time for him to go.

We're watching A.I. this year - the first year we've ever actually watched it. But we have our technique. I can't stand Ryan Seacrest, and I'm not particularly fond of the judges, but I like the "kids". So we DVR it (like Tivo) and then speed through it, watching only the performances and then only the elimination. Takes about 10 minutes to watch a 2 hour program. Perfect. (except sometimes just to be ornery, DH will go out of his way to play and replay Ryan's "THIS is American Idol" which grates on me like fingernails on a chalkboard. - the drawback of DVR.)

Predictions? Everyone seems to think it will be a David/David finale. Could actually happen this time, since that would be a tough one to call. Either David with Syesha, and we all know who's going to be the next A.I. That girl is going places, though. I think we'll see her on Broadway, or at the very least, on tour. She may end up the most successful of the bunch this year, though she won't end up winning.

OK I'm done. Haven't watched this much TV in years!

edited to add: I just LOVE this guy!

5.03.2008

We interrupt this program

to bring you some Senior Ball sweetness.


The painting on the car windows was part of the "asking" activity. The two of them go to different schools and this was her school's Sr. Ball, so she had to do the asking.





But he does a pretty good job of CUTE too - early the morning of the ball, he and I got up at 5 am and set out a red carpet for her from her door to the car. It was not easy!












(and it looked better before people started walking all over it... but then, I suppose a red carpet is supposed to be walked on. oh well.)




I know, I'm predjudiced.
BTW - she just decided she's going to Dartmouth. She narrowed her choices down to Notre Dame and Dartmouth. Cripes. So who gets admitted into Notre Dame and DOESN'T GO????
Those who also get admitted into Dartmouth, apparently.




atsa my boy.
my little boy.
my little premie.
my Hoosier. Yes - he also made his decision. He's going to Indiana.
sigh.

D.R. Part II





Some Dominican artwork in the main square in Santiago, along with a very cute little lady.







Veintesiete Bocas.





We tried hard to capture the volumes of people on motorcycles/scooters. There were singles and doubles everywhere. But as you get out of the city, you start seeing 3, 4 and 5 people on these things. And they're not necessarily even built for two!
Here's 3.







And four.





Unfortunately, the glare makes this one hard to make out, but it's our best picture of a 5 person motorcyle. Little kid in front, then dad, then medium kid, then baby, then mom. wow - and I worried about LK wearing her helmet with her bike and training wheels.

The other thing you notice here is the number of people hanging out in the median of the highway. And people do not drive slow. But there are always men and women just standing there in the middle, waiting for just the right moment to dash across. One of M&M's friends told us that once in a great while you'll see body parts from someone who didn't quite make it. Thank heaven we did not have that experience.



D.R. Part III coming.

4.19.2008

D.R. Part I



TGIF's menu - Kid's Fingers for dinner anyone? (top, middle)








This is a typical street. There are lines in the road, I swear. It's just that they don't matter. If you think your car will fit, you make it fit. The timid driver gets nowhere in the Dominican Republic.






One form of public transportation - always with one or two people hanging out the doors. The other form is a regular car, called a "public car" where for about $.50, you can ride as far as you want, in a straight line. There are typically from 6-10 people smooshed in this type of car. ewwww.







Very common sight - trash heaps along the sides of the road. Infrastructure is not their strong suit.







Also a very common sight - unfinished buildings everywhere. Some people just build a little whenever they have some money, others just start building, run out of money and abandon the building.




Let me tell you - this country was pretty eye-opening to us little old sheltered and clearly spoiled Americans.

send prayers, please

This is a sure-fire way to put me away in the nut house. I can imagine the horror, and I imagine that what I imagine is only a fraction of the horror felt by those involved. My heart cries out for them and my prayers will be heading eastward as well. Maybe if we get LOTS of prayers heading their way, something good could happen. Sometimes I hate reading the news.

4.15.2008

Tax Fun

This has made the rounds for more than 10 years, but especially on 4/15, I like to be reminded about my lovely deductions.


Dear Sirs:

I am responding to your letter denying the deduction for two of the three dependents I claimed on my 1994 Federal Tax return. Thank you!

I have questioned whether or not these are my children for years. They are evil and expensive. It's only fair that, since they are minors and no longer my responsibility, the government should know something about them and what to expect over the next year. Please do not try to reassign them to me next year and reinstate the deduction. They are yours!

The oldest, Kristen, is now 17. She is brilliant. Ask her! I suggest you put her to work in your office where she can answer people's questions about their returns. While she has no formal training, it has not seemed to hamper her mastery of any subject you can name. Taxes should be a breeze. Next year she is going to college. I think it's wonderful that you will now be responsible for that little expense. While you mull that over, keep in mind that she has a truck. It doesn't run at the moment, so you have the choice of appropriating some Department of Defense funds to fix the vehicle, or getting up early to drive her to school. Kristen also has a boyfriend. Oh joy! While she possesses all of the wisdom of the universe, her alleged mother and I have felt it best to occasionally remind her of the virtues of abstinence, or in the face of overwhelming passion, safe sex. This is always uncomfortable, and I am quite relieved you will be handling this in the future. May I suggest that you reinstate Dr. Jocelyn Elders who had a rather good handle on the problem.

Patrick is 14. I've had my suspicions about this one. His eyes are a little closer together than those of normal people. He may be a tax examiner himself
one day, if he is not incarcerated first. In February, I was awakened at three in the morning by a police officer who was bringing Pat home. He and his
friends were TP'ing houses. In the future, would you like him delivered to the local IRS office, or to Ogden, UT? Kids at 14 will do almost anything on a
dare. His hair is purple. Permanent dye, temporary dye, what's the big deal? Learn to deal with it. You'll have plenty of time, as he is sitting out a few
days of school after instigating a food fight in the cafeteria. I'll take care of filing your phone number with the vice-principal. Oh yes, he and all of his friends have raging hormones. This is the house of testosterone and it will be much more peaceful when he lives in your home. DO NOT leave him or his
friends unsupervised with girls, explosives, inflammables, inflatables, vehicles, or telephones. (They find telephones a source of unimaginable amusement. Be sure to lock out the 900 and 976 numbers!)

Heather is an alien. She slid through a time warp and appeared as if by magic one year. I'm sure this one is yours. She is 10 going on 21. She came from a bad trip in the sixties. She wears tie-dyed clothes, beads, sandals, and hair that looks like Tiny Tim's. Fortunately you will be raising my taxes to help offset the pinch of her remedial reading courses. "Hooked On Phonics" is expensive, so the schools dropped it. But here's the good news! You can buy it yourself for half the amount of the deduction that you are denying me! It's quite obvious that we were terrible parents (ask the other two). She cannot speak English. Most people under twenty understand the curious patois she fashioned out of valley girls/boys in the hood/reggae/yuppie/political double speak. The school sends her to a speech pathologist who has her roll her "r's". It added a refreshing Mexican/Irish touch to her voice. She wears hats backwards, baggy pants, and wants one of her ears pierced four more times. There is a fascination with tattoos that worries me, but I am sure that you can handle it. Bring a truck when you come to get her, she sort of "nests" in her room and I think that it would be easier to move the entire thing than find out what it is really made of.

You denied two of the three exemptions, so it is only fair that you get to pick which two you will take. I prefer that you take the youngest two, I will still
go bankrupt with Kristen's college, but then I am free! If you take the two oldest, then I still have time for counseling before Heather becomes a teenager. If you take the two girls, then I won't feel so bad about putting Patrick in a military academy. Please let me know of your decision as soon as possible, as I have already increased the withholding on my W-4 to cover the $395 in additional tax and made a down payment on an airplane.

Yours truly,
Bob

*Copied this time from basicjokes.com

Happy Tax day - we just had to write checks for 1/2 our current bank balance. Better get back to work!

4.07.2008

Look for the Silver Lining

Look for the silver lining
When e'er a cloud appears in the blue.
Remember somewhere, the sun is shining
And so the right thing to do is make it shine for you.



As you might have guessed, I did not come back from the Dominican Republic a mother-in-law. I did not even come back from the D.R. liking it very much. But the food was GREAT! (silver lining, aka SL)

Given the track record of my son and his "projects", I fully expected to get out there and have to arrange for flowers, food, or whatever. I came out armed with birth certificate, baptism, confirmation - you name it, I had it. Just in case.

Day 0 - work/school/finish packing/errands/get to airport for 9pm flight. Try to sleep on plane. Get to New York 5am EDT (2am for us); stay awake for 4 hour layover. Back on plane; try to sleep again. zzzzzzz

Day 1 - needing more zzzzz's. At dinner - chat about plans for wedding. It's still on the beach. No minister or anyone to do vows with them. Oh and by the way, it won't be legal in the U.S. unless they go over to Puerto Rico and go to the courthouse there. It only costs about $300 or so each to do that. No extra beds in this place, but we're going to the mountains tomorrow so no worries. We blow up some beach rafts (yes - I said BEACH RAFTS), BK and I take a couple of couches and we snuggle in for the night. Luckily, I was so exhausted the couch didn't matter even a little. Can't say the same for DH who was on a raft.

Day 2 - drive to the "mountains". It's beautiful, if not exactly what I consider mountains. We're going with a friend whose family has homes all around the island. He directs me by saying "get to your right. Now go straight all the way" Then he pulls a "get to your left" or a "turn here" now and then just to keep me on my toes.
[off track] Road rules in D.R. = none. There are lines painted on the road. These don't matter. There are traffic lights at some intersections. These don't matter either. If you can go, you go. You honk to let someone know you're there. I honked a lot, but not as much as BK wanted me to.
We have to stop at a Burger King twice b/c M's fiance (M2)is hungry. We also stop at a nice little bakery to sample some local goods. Good stuff. Visited local river. Garbage everywhere, not preventing the locals from swimming in it. (No swim suits - just skivvies) Kids on horses trying to sell us horse rides. Dinner in Santiago - very nice (silver lining). Entertainment = singer with karaoke machine in background. Pretty square in the middle of town with LOUD music and political signs everywhere. We couldn't stay long because M2 is tired and doesn't feel like she can walk.
House = little, on hill, great place for dogs to run (SL). Beds are somewhere around 45+ years old. And they look and feel it. We grab the room with two full beds. We start out with two people in each. Then LK joins us. I have approx 3 inches of space between person and wall. I get up and climb in with BK. He is a bed hog and I end up with a small triangular spot near the top of the bed. I get off and arrange some chair pads on the floor and try to make a mattress of sorts. Pay back for having the couch the night before, I figure. Oh yeah - and there are roosters who don't just crow at daylight to welcome the morning. They crow all the time. ALL THE TIME.

Day 3 - must drive back because oh by the way, we're moving today and have to get the keys from the landlord. We get back early afternoon, but it takes until about 6pm for any moving to take place. I don't know why moving in the dark was a good idea. But this place does have beds. We pull the mattress from the "Maid's quarters" into one of the bedrooms so BK and LK each have their own beds. Electricity goes on and off randomly. Tension is still thick. I sit M down and ask him how he's doing. What's up. He let's me know that they are "probably not going to get married on Saturday". This is M-speak for "it ain't happening, dude". They have "things to work out first". Darn tootin', they do. We're not disappointed in this rare moment of clarity. It only took a little over a day for us to figure out this might really not be the most compatible couple ever. However, when we find out they've been reconsidering for 2-3 weeks, we're a little bothered - it would have been good information to have 2 weeks ago! Prior to the $5k trip and all the other stuff we rescheduled. Would have much rather paid the $50 to reschedule the trip, but hey. we're here, we're gonna vacation anyway. Wake up to very loud birds and very loud street noise many times during night.

Day 4 - clean up rest of stuff left at old apartment. Take tepid showers b/c water heater is teeny tiny, and must be turned on to work. Sometimes it doesn't work. Maid makes lunch of rice and beans with meat mixed in. Food so far, is very good (SL) M needs to do some errands for new apt - get internet service etc. so he guides us to the local mall where we wander for a few hours finding nothing to buy and wondering why the movie theaters aren't open. Finally give up and try to find our way back to new apt. More D.R. driving. We consider leaving early and manage to find out it would cost us another $1K to change the return tickets now. Still debating. And why do people have to have their radios on and motors revving all night long? And why do those blasted birds squawk ALL FREAKING NIGHT?

Day 5 - We drive to a beautiful beach and wander through some resorts, which apparently we're not supposed to do, but no one seems to mind. The beach is beautiful, and everyone enjoys the swimming time (SL). Guys try to sell me jewelry, paintings and coconuts as well as cigars. I tried to talk the guy out of smoking in broken spanish. Told him it was very bad for your lungs. I'm sure he thought I was crazy, but he left me alone after that. Got some pizza to eat on the way home. Great Italian "cracker crust" style. We all decided we need to learn to make that.(SL) Also decide we will figure out some way to survive until our planned departure.

Day 6 - Rain rain rain rain rain. Read read read read read. Watch more movies.

Day 7 - Same as before. M & M2 go out on occasion to return movies or get something from store. Plan to be back in 1/2 hour. Return more than 3 hours later. Aggravates the dad who bought and made ribs for dinner for everyone.

Day 8 - See day 6. We go to beach anyway, driving through torrential downpour. Get about 2 hours of no rain. Beach is ok. Wonderful for finding shells (SL). We're going to make a few picture frames with the shells we found. We can make many picture frames with the shells we found. Many. Many. frames. yes.

Day 9 - can we go yet? We want to go to the beach because it's the only place where there is fun to be had that we can see. Also, we like the pizza (SL). M&M2 will join us there later (they don't), and we will go from there to a friend's ranch where we can ride a horse. We finally hear from friend and by the time we get to the ranch (you don't even want to hear about the drive there), it's dark. We take some very quick rides on a horse and enjoy the dogs and cows and get the heck out of there.

Day 10 - Pack and leave. Spend 13 hours in airports and airplanes and LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT! Get into our very own car, drive in lanes where people stay in their own lanes (well, most of the time) and sleep in our own beds.

This trip goes down in the annals as one of the absolute worst trips ever, for so many reasons, but there is always a silver lining. We absolutely appreciate every little thing we have here. The abject poverty in the third world countries is still such an eye-opener. I'm glad my kids got a chance to understand just how privileged we are living the way we do, and living where we live.

We're happy the big kids decided to wait until things were more stable for them before taking a step as big as marriage.

Look for the silver lining. It's there. Somewhere. Sometimes it's just kinda hard to find.

3.25.2008

And I leave you with this thought


Had lots of ideas, not lots of time, so I will pack them into some little crease in my mind and they will come out at odd times. Like maybe when I'm asking someone to pass the ketchup.

Anyway, I will be off-line for a couple of weeks. I leave you with a picture and a thought. When I get back on line again, I will be a mother-in-law.
Seriously.

I'll come back with some beach wedding pictures. Looking forward to some serious sun and serious warmth. And maybe a story or two.

Until then...

3.15.2008

My idol pick

I've never been an American Idol watcher. I might catch a show once or twice a season near the end, but all the "fluff" drove me nuts, so I never got hooked. I watched twice this year, and I have a favorite. Unfortunately, I don't think he'll win, but I just love listening to Jason Castro. I even like the dreads. He's got a great laid back style and doesn't try to be something he's not. Unusual for A.I., yet perfect for him.

Overall, I'm not terribly impressed with this group, but there are a couple I really like. I might even have to vote this year. I want Jason around as long as possible.
Go Jason!

3.14.2008

Happy Pi Day



Happy Pi Day!

Last year we surprised my colleagues with "Pi Day". Having never celebrated it, and actually only hearing about it 6 months or so prior, it was new to me, and I presumed most of my department. We put out a notice to hold a block of time for a special occasion and let people start wondering and guessing. Then a day or two prior to 3.14, I started sending out "hints". On 3.14, I sent out a word problem having to do with pi, and the fun began.

Peanut, the overexcited dog, makes 40 laps around a stake and travels a total distance of 1 mile. If his bowl of water is 20 feet away from the stake, can he get a drink?*

The programmers shot back the answer right away. Done. The analysts wondered if he got his leash stuck and so his laps would be increasingly smaller, or perhaps there was a big rock in his path and he would run around it every time - but what if it wasn't exactly every time? hmmmm. And what if he decides to back track, or a scent takes him on a different axis. Mostly they decided that was too much work and figured it out like the programmers, but you could sure see the difference in approach.

This year we decided to have Pick a Pi(e) day. We posted a bunch of pie recipes - people tried new pies or brought favorites. I ordered pizza for the crew and we ate. You don't have to do a ton of stuff to have some fun in the workplace.

* from a math forum site

3.02.2008

Creepy Toys

There have been strange toys since toys became toys. And I know that I should probably lighten up a little – none of my friends who had Barbies (I didn't, but that's a whole other post) growing up actually thought they were going to look like Barbie when they grew up. I don’t think they even wanted to. But these are still disconcerting –

I have problems with these dolls on so many levels.






The make up. These dolls have the heaviest made up eyes and lips I’ve ever seen.

  • The hair. Like Barbie’s, it’s long, silky and shiny. And ridiculous. And it has some strange painful plastic thingy coming out of its head. Gross.


The body. Actually, I’m not that bothered by the body. The boobs aren’t like Barbie’s, so strangely out of proportion. Instead, they’re teeny tiny. Kind of pubescent. Perfect for the pervert in the family.

Sexy clothes. Not so unlike Barbie’s, I have to admit, unless you bought Nurse Barbie or Corporate Ladder Barbie.

Anyway, it makes me cringe that we have such dolls in our home (I am not responsible for the purchase of any of them).

But the thing I think is creepiest, and just wierds me out everytime I see them around the house is the feet.

You don’t change the shoes of these dolls.

You dismember them.



  • See – I told you – CREEPY.


    And just LOOK at the size of these feet! Ewwww.