Thursday, October 28, 2010

Laughing, laughing.

I opted for a DVD home workout yesterday becasue I had the sprinkler blowout company scheduled at the same time (and only time) that I could have gotten to the gym.  

I'm busting though it.  Mimi is jumping on the couch behind me.  Moose is so much in the way, I can't even really get into a plank position, and every time I do, he puts his nose in my ear.  From the couch comes, "come on Momma . . . push it . . . . you've gotta work hard."

And so I laid down on the floor with Moose and laughed.  Her tone and inflection are just like Jillian's.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Hats We Wear . . .

It's sort of an ongoing marvel in my mind this week . . . the hats we wear.  I'm turning in my mind over and over and over and over this phenomenon.  In one compartment of your life, things are green and flowery and perfect.  There's acceptance and good communication and no judgement.  And then in the same day, maybe the same hour, different compartment, there's exclusion and judgement and the springy, warm, flowery feelings are suddenly devalued and crap.  Amazing.

Autumn is an annual introspective time for me.  Always has been, probably always will be.  I'm busy thinking today about the people around me.  I'm going out to have some face to face time with people that matter. 

Sunday, October 24, 2010

When the Queen
is Happy there is
Peace in the Kindom.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010


Parks.  I love parks.  I love finding parks.  I love playing in parks.  I love taking my kids to parks.  I believe in parks . . . well, and outside time (which being at a park fulfills).   

I'm starting a new tag for park posts . . . mostly because my offspring LOVE to look back through park pictures.  There are such fond memories attached to park outings.  What's NOT to love to relive??

Here's two weekends ago.  I loaded all the munchins & biked to this one.  We packed a picnic & were the only ones in the park for a long, long time . . . .

This monkey can CLIMB!!

Monkey in a cage!!

Oh, Man!! She looks so, so, so rotten!!

I pink-puffy heart these guys!!

Friday, October 15, 2010

More: E-chip

I have to revise all my previous ethnic chip comments.

Thanks for all the TLC & defense . . . but . . . know:

a.  This gal IS a good friend of mine.  One of my BEST.  Still. . . . probably always will be. 
b. The comment wasn't mean spirited AT ALL.  It was said in the 'true friend' spirit.
c.  I'm NOT mad at her . . . not at all . . . I'm just surprised by others' viewpoints.
d.  I'm not hurt, mad, upset, pissy, bitchy, frustrated, frowny, cross or maimed.  I'm still me.

E-chip.  It's like a new pet.  I like to think of it as imbedded in me . . . like Moose' microchip. 

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Dear Becca,

What a surprise!  Receiving your card in the mail was such an unexpected gift.  Thanks!  The words are so kind!!

And to the REAL business . . . Did you MAKE that card???  It's gorgeous!


Monday, October 11, 2010


My moody pre-teen is beginning to talk in text lingo.   There was a conversation about an annoying boy in Middle's class who has a tendence to slobber when he speaks.  That morphed into a conversation about how to -- the actual mechanics of -- hock a loogie (how DO you spell that?).  That morphed into Little's painful failures to spit on the walk to school.  He keeps trying to spit and ends up with goobery drool running down his chin and clinging to his shirt every morning.  Soon, it will freeze and be a giant spit-cicle.  Then came the conversation on dingleberries.  Is that a word?  

The Big exclaims, "Enough . . that's WTMI!"

MOTH's eyebrow goes up.

I chuckle.

Little says . . . "Yea, SEVEN words.  WAY - TO - MUCH - IN - FOR - MA - SHUN."

To which we all chuckle.

October Run . . . .

Saturday morning was cold, cold, cold.  But I pulled the girls out of bed at ten minutes to six anyway.  We had a quick and light breakfast & headed down to the CC campus for the Tiger Classic.  I'm so, so, so proud of my girlies for completing their first 5K! 

Whoop Whoop!!!

Friday, October 08, 2010

Promise to my children . . . becasue I'm the Mama.

I will stalk you, freak out on you, lecture you, drive you crazy, be your worst nightmare, embarrass you in front of your friends, hunt you down...'cause I LOVE YOU! When you understand that, I will know you are a responsible adult. You will NEVER find someone who...loves you, cares about you, and worries about you...more than your mama!

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Stuck in my craw - Revised.

Thanks for the internet TLC. 

I didn't quit.  I won't quit.  I don't quit.  I'm not a quitter.  Besides, I have a few things to accomplish before my reign ends.  Tee hee.   I'm thinking a multi-cultural fair. 

Okay, but on a more serious note . . . . I have a totally new and stupifying idea of how others feel.  It's made me more empathetic.  I guess I NEVER REALLY, in ALL my LIFE looked at my life & my kids life through race-colored lenses.  I do think I'm colorblind.  And I do believe I've raised my kids to be colorblind.    I'll just keep on keepin' on . . . .

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Something's stuck in my craw.

I have something stuck in my craw today.  You know how sometimes, someone or something or some series of events just rubs you wrong and almost immediately following, you start seeing the light on other things that you didn't get? 


I'm not sure which came first . . but here's part of what happened. 

I have a friend.  I'd consider her a good friend.  One of my best, actually . . . . we disagree on ALOT of things, but always start fresh & friendly.  She usually gets my platform . . and I get hers, most times.  Recently, in a moment of extreme honesty, she told me that I am "hard to get to know".  I agreed.  I am.  I'm not a social butterfly type person.  I get alot of things done . . . all day long . . almost every day.  I'm super efficient and I don't spend a lot of time in idle chit chat or social communications or situations.  I don't enjoy it.  It's painful to me.   The second part of the conversation was this:  she said that she thought I just had "an ethnic chip on my shoulder" and was mad at the world becasue I'm not white.


My first response:  Leave it to a fellow half-bred ethnic woman to assume that my non-social-ness is an ethnic chip.  My second response:  Seriously? 

So I have a whole new insight into the way that other people view me . . . .
I'm thankful to have her honesty and absolutely astounded at that painful revelation.  BECAUSE, how I am and what I am  has NOTHING to do with ethnicity, color or race. 

Because this whole thing happened at school, I'm absolutely despising walking through those doors.  I want and love to spend time with MY kids at school, but fear that my volunteer "role" has spiraled into something that I can't do.  Can't.  Yes, I said it.   Apparently, it takes a socially superior, smily faced white woman to do this job.  I can do smily from time to time, but I will NEVER be socially superior or white.  I'm doomed.  I would like to quit effective tonight.   I would like to walk out and take my bad attitude and ethnic chip home.  I'd fry up some eggrolls or marinade some teriyaki and sulk, sulk, sulk.

The Weekend . . .

The weekend update is an ongoing game between me & Homestead.

Last weekend went like this:

Friday, I spent ALL day at school for the kids.  Annual field day, so I was there wearing my parent hat . . . supporting my own children, taking their picture doing ridiculous things like stuffing balloons and themselves into giant white hazmat suits, and doing a relay with five other kids.  Good fun.  Middle and Big had field day in the morning.  Little was in the afternoon rotation.  MOTH came along too . . .

So, we packed lunches for seven, sunscreen, hats and all the extras and did field day.  Friday was also Dot-delivery-day.  Dot, our California king snake, is the new class pet for Mrs. Weaver.  Yeah.  MOTH took her in, did the snake talk, let her eat three defrosted pinkies, set up the tank.  Good news.  And good riddance.  I can use the space on Little's desk.  

For part of the morning, I manned the sno-cone machine at the snack station.  Mimi bopped around rotating with Middle and playing in the parachute, then rotating with Big and being doted on by all her 5th-grade, top-of-the-school friends.  She was in heaven.   And she ate sno-cones.  Like three in the morning session.

We had lunch with ALL the kids.  I was brilliant enough to pack a picnic blanket (thank you, Thirty-One for the awesome, portable picnic blanket & thermal tote!)  Little's class came through.  He and two buddies sat on my blanket and shared cheetos with Mimi.  Two little girls tagged along, too.  It was cute.  Middle's class came next.  Five girls on my blanket teaching Mimi to say "Mississippi".  Big's class was last . . . five more not-so-little girls on my blanket sharing pickles with Mimi.  Priceless.

After lunch, Mimi made the field day circuit with MOTH and Little while I manned the "school store" . . . here's a stroke of teaching brilliance.  In Middle's class, the kids earn scholar dollars.  They can earn scholar dollars for any number of things . . . . good deeds, great papers, extra effort.  In addition, at the beginning of the year, there was a job posting board.  Each kid had to write a resume and apply for two positions.  The arrived for a face to face interview and waited to see if they got the job.  Great life skills.  Each kid ends up with a job in the classroom.  Middle is the Class Manager.  There is a personal assistant, carpet care technician, mastery mathmetician, mountain language engineer and cubbie clerk.  Pay can be docked or not paid at all for poor performance.  Each week, every child pays rent for their desk & coat hook including taxes.   They have to have money in savings at all times.  Each job is salaried, and paid weekly by the Class Manager.    The kids then get the opportunity to spend money in the class store . . . which is stocked completely by other people's trash.  We mostly move shit from one house to another . . . but seriously, many of the boys are paying $200 scholar dollars for an off-cast batman die-cast that Little didn't want anymore.   Silly bands are a hot, hot purchase and go for $25 each.  (Okay, so I jack the prices up . . . you have to understand that there are NO one's and very few 5's.)  Last week, the roof of the classroom fell in and the kids all had to pitch in to repair the roof AND they took a class vote to purchase insurance.  Nice.

Okay . . . after school on Friday, we shuffled home and fell down. 

Until 5:30 . . . gymnastics.
6:30 . . . volleyball
7:30 . . . MOTH's parents came over for pizza. 
Bedtime was such sweet surrender.

Saturday morning, we debated an air show, but decided to play in the back yard.  I pulled weeds and planted some ornamental grass that Lowe's had on clearance for $1.22.   We did the school beautification day at 10.  MOTH spent an hour whippersnipping.  I directed traffic.  Middle cruised around with Mimi and took pictues of the volunteers for yearbook.  Big set up camp under a crabapple tree and cut down all the suckers.  Little imagined invaders were in the school and mostly ran around with a stick.   12:15 . . soccer games for Middle and Little.  Middle was subbing for her old team.  She hated it.  It made her gymnastics decision look damn good.  MOTH coached Little's team to a victory. 

Home.  Snack.  Recorded Survivor.  Mimi napped.  Everyone else showered.  Then, a CC hockey game at 6.  Good fun.  They won.   Home.  Bed.  Sweet, sweet, bed.

Sunday . . . up late and lazy morning.  MOTH got called to work, even though he wasn't on call.  Hmmm.  Brought donuts home from breakfast.  Happy children with chocolate faces.  Broncos at 11.  I went to Target for grocery run with Mimi and Big.  Much easier, not Olympic sport caliber.  Big is super helpful.  She fed Mimi tic-tacs while I thought through what I REALLY needed.  Home.  Unload.  Back in the car for Big's open gym at a new club-level facility.  Two hours of drills . . . she held her own & I think she has a shot.  Who-hoo.  Home again.  Grilling for dinner.  Not hungry.  Feed the kids.  Bathe.  Clip nails, condition hair.  Read books.  Bed, sweet, sweet bed.

Then, that realization . . . . tomorrow is Monday.  Eeek.

In the World of 8-year old gymnastics . . .

In the world of 8-year old gymnasts, my daughter is "tight".  This is an utterly amazing fact to me.
 In the last couple of months, she's been struggling with splits (and oversplits) during classes.  Splits because coaches make them sit in splits FOREVER.  Think Yin Yoga.  In order to get a deep tissue stretch of surrounding ligaments & tendons, you have to hold a position for an agonizing two minutes.   Parental committment to see your child succeed (and not cry her eyes out through class that you've just paid for . . cha-ching) dictates some home stretching.  We do it at least once per day.  Twice sometimes on weekends.  A distraction is the best medicine.  She's up to holding those right splits (her weakest side) through a full game of mancala.  Yee haw. 
 And then, there's "ovesplits".  Even a hundred years ago, when gymnastics was MY cup of tea, we had to do this . . . . only our coaches put us up between two beams & pushed down the center.  Now, it's one leg at a time.  But, lookie, lookie . . . she's holding 30 seconds with chest up, then a ten second push, then another 30 seconds with chest up.  That's a long friggin' time.  Counting, by the way .  . is another distraction.  Sometimes she counts in English, sometimes LOUD, sometimes she sings.  I taught her to count in Japanese.  MOTH taught her to count in French.  Her favorite is pig-latin.   She's multi-lingual when it comes to counting to ten.