Sunday, November 30, 2008

The end of Nablopomo

This is what happens when you leave a 2 1/2 year old alone in a room with a tree. Please note that no children were actually hurt in this picture, but there were quite a few ornament casualties, and we rehung the gingerbread cookies without thinking that then rendered all of the cookies inedible (since they likely have glass shards in them).

Otherwise, the weekend was great. The tree looks great (again). The outside lights are up and cheering up the early arriving dusk. I am currently enjoying my Thanksgiving weekend tradition of Beaujolais Nouveau with the leftover cheese as a pre-dinner snack. Tonight's application of leftover turkey is Stroganoff. Alec has stock going with the turkey carcass, so the whole house smells wonderful. We have a loaf of baguette in its first rise, and a batch of peanut butter cookies resting in the fridge. Tonight will be a bit of baking before we get into the hustle-bustle of December.

We did some new stuff this year - we ate the turkey liver sauteed with bacon, onion, and apples on Wednesday after we set the bird a-brinin'. It was very good, although Alec and I were a little timid, the girls thought it was terrifically delicious and demanded more. We shared the holiday with friends. We went to see a matinee movie. We didn't shop until today, and that was only to stock the Advent calendar (since tomorrow is December 1) and we picked up a few baking items we'd maxed out over the weekend.

Oh, I should say something about this year's NaBloPoMo, even though I failed. Twice. I should resolve to post more often just for me because the formula is easier. It works better. Every year it has improved my writing. Having said that, I don't know that I will even try to post every day in December. In fact, I will probably take Saturdays off.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Some quick Thanksgiving Weekend takes

We had a fabulous Thanksgiving, and hope you did too! We spent the day with Adam, Rose, and Hannah who arrived early to join in the prep, armed with hard cider, beer, wine, and two cakes. We had advance prepared 2 loaves of bread, both recipes courtesy of Lisa: two loaves of baguette and a loaf of Apple Cheddar Beer bread. We had a cheese plate with Jarlsberg, Gouda, triple cream brie, and Maytag blue with pears and grapes. Garlicky humus with flat pretzel crackers and olives. Our dinner included carrots with a maple glaze, Brussels sprouts with pancetta, roasted spice-rubbed sweet potatoes, rye and apple stuffing, and the brined bird. Oh, that turkey was amazing. And the hard buttered cider with rum? Yum!

After dinner, we played Rockband2, of course. Everyone got to sing, play all the instruments, and pick their favorite. Funny that the other Rockband parties I've been to, everyone was entirely intimidated by drums, and yet in this crowd, Rose and Hannah both loved playing drums. After an hour or so of Rockband, we enjoyed the desserts - a pumpkin cheese cake and an amazing cake that had ginger, carrots, macadamia nuts, pineapple, and coconut icing.

When I woke up this morning, I heard Lauren remark, "That was a really great Thanksgiving." And I would have to concur. It was really great.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

God, for those who hunger, give bread,
For those who have bread, give hunger for justice.
South American Table Grace

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

It's beginning to look a lot like...something

I was at Target this morning. There was very meticulous stocking of shelves going on. There were more employees there than I'd ever seen at one time despite the few of us shopping in the store at 8 AM. Sybil wrote about how she enjoyed her years worked during the season in retail, and I have to say, everyone was in a good mood there. I chatted with one employee on line at the Starbucks at Target. She seemed downright excited about being there at 4 AM (our local store opens at 6 AM on Black Friday). Weird.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Amazing

I'm trying to stay in the happy bits today, otherwise I will surely grumble my way into this holiday which is decidedly NOT what its about. I should feel good, I gave my all yesterday. I moved 4 refrigerator boxes worth of cans and boxes of food. Our friends and neighbors' generosity will likely feed the 11 needy families in our school through the winter: they each received 20 cans of vegetables, 15 cans of soup, 8 boxes of pasta, 8 cans of fruit, jars of tomato sauce, peanut butter and jelly. More kinds of meat than I even knew came in cans. All told, each family will receive at least 4 boxes of food. All sorted out on the cafeteria tables, I can tell you it was an amazing amount of food.

About 17 years ago, my parents were newly separated and underemployed. We'd left our family home to live in a too small, falling apart house my mom rented. A few days before Christmas, someone from the PTO dropped off a box packed full of pasta, macaroni, stuffing, and cereal. It was so stacked with cans of fruit and vegetables that some of them had to stay on the counter because they wouldn't fit in our cupboard. There was an outfit in the box for each of us complete with socks and underwear, a board game and some toys for my youngest brother and my sister. Probably the person who packed that box had a sore back and knees the next day. Maybe she also wondered why she still expounded the time and effort when so few people can be bothered to show up and do a boring, back-breaking task like sorting cans and boxes. Or maybe there was a day also when her family needed help that someone she didn't know - who didn't even know who she was - came through for her. And maybe that is the "giving" part of this week that I have to focus on.

Monday, November 24, 2008

God answers in ways you don't expect

I find Sunday service hard. I'm glad my family loves church as much as I do, but trying to listen to the sermon and prayers is challenging. My husband also usually has a running commentary, so I try to put at least a kid between us and hope that he's sitting next to either Jessie or Nick who don't mind the distraction.

This Sunday, Jessie hosted Coffee Hour, so neither she nor Nick were around. Although Max and Andrea sat in our row, Alec doesn't know them well enough to share his thoughts. Lauren sat in the row in front of us, playing stickers with 2 other kids.

Lindsay, although she'd eaten a bowl of oatmeal and at least 2 slices of zucchini bread, spent the entire time saying, "I want a snack right now" about every 3 1/2 seconds. I couldn't even tell you what the sermon was about.

It also always seems that the only time anyone wants to talk to me is after Alec has said, "Ok, we're leaving now, I am bringing the kids to the car" and then 6 people have something urgent to let me know.

So I left church at noon feeling like I had gotten little out of it and I was frustrated with myself. When I checked my email on Sunday afternoon, I was reminded that a nearby church was hosting an interfaith Thanksgiving service where one of our pastors was going to speak along with a rabbi and an iman. I went by myself since it was at 7PM. What an amazing service it was! The church that hosted it was Methodist, so the Christian organization of the service and music selections was very similar to ours, but listening to psalms in Hebrew and the reading from the Quran in Arabic was very cool. I'm sure it's something not a lot of people have the opportunity to do, or many communities are so diverse that it would even happen that way.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

What is with Saturdays?!

Sorry, gentle readers. I failed yet again. I did have a paper due yesterday, spent an ungodly amount of time in the car and had to spend the afternoon with my inlaws, so perhaps that might give me a bit of a reprieve.

Nanny gave both of the girls dolls yesterday. Lindsay declared that it was, "Her very favorite doll". When asked what she named her doll, she replied, "Sharon."

I looked up at Alec, "That's cool. We don't have anything named Sharon. She named her last doll Missy."

"Yeah, well I guess we know who will be the novelist."

"What do you mean," asked Alec's father.

"Lauren still names stuffed animals things like 'Turtle'."

"Actually," I replied, "I think she branched out and called the newest one 'Turty'..."

"Very clever." Alec retorted.

Friday, November 21, 2008

And the first rule is...

Lauren, Lindsay and I helped out with a craft hour after school to create snowflakes for our winter community service initiative at school. We were there until about 5 PM with another mom and her son. Adrian is a year younger than Lauren, but they were playing some sort of game that was somewhat violent while Maddie and I finished stringing snowflakes and cleaned up all the crayons and scraps of paper. At some point, a para came in and had an exchange with the kids. It ended with her yelling at Lauren for blocking the door with a foot raised.

At talking time once Alec was home, we discussed the days events.

"And then Lauren got in trouble for trying to kick a para..." I said.

"What made you think that that was a good idea?" Alec asked.

Lauren erupted into tears. "I...don't know..."

"I think that maybe Lauren and Adrian were playing a game and they thought that the para was playing too until she...wasn't..."

"Is that what happened?"

Lauren sobbed.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"Adrian and me were playing cops." She said through tears. "And we were investigating a perp who tried to get away, so I was trying to stop her."

"Was the para playing?"

"I thought she was, but then she got mad." Lauren once again began sobbing.

"Alright. You don't have to cry about it...it sounds like a misunderstanding. But Lauren, trying to kick a teacher is not a good idea - that will always get you in trouble. So, it sounds like you were playing, and there was a misunderstanding and you made her angry. What are you going to do about it?"

Lauren hiccuped.

"What do you think the first thing is?"

"Don't kick a para?"

Alec and I avoided each others eyes and stifled a laugh.

"To say, 'We were playing yesterday, and there was a misunderstanding. I am sorry for making you angry.' to the para."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Oh, and Lauren?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Don't kick a para."

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Trying not to be too frustrated

I've so far really enjoyed Thursday as my "day off" from meetings and after school activities, but today I have both. I can't complain too much, I didn't do any of my regularly scheduled stuff yesterday.

Last night, Alec and I cut, washed, blanched, and spread all the vegetables we picked on cookie sheets in the freezer. There was a bit of frost damage on some of the stuff, but we ended up with enough broccoli and cauliflower to fill 2 gallon-sized freezer bags. We saved a pint-sized bag full of the fibrous stalks to use in making soup and stock. I've also begun saving my cutting scraps - the tips of carrots, celery, and onions - in freezer bags for making stock. We have about 6 2-cup Pyrex containers of stock made from chicken, ham, and beef bones.

The result of the production left the kitchen a pretty big mess. Spending the afternoon in the house left my living room a mess. This was really frustrating after I spent Monday home to make a dent in the cleaning that had gone undone the week before. I managed to finish my paper last night, but the result of 3 hours of working at my computer left me not in the mood to fold 2 loads of laundry or tidy the living room.

Well, anyway, I'd better get to work. My house isn't going to clean itself.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Gleaning


The idea was somewhat romantic, like Millet's painting - harvesting what remains on the fields after the frost. We piled the kids in the car and headed down to the farm. We got down there shortly after they opened with a basket and a bag, bundled in our winter coats. We took our maps from the farmhand, and listened to his instructions that we could pick as much as we wanted, but in exchange we had to return to hand over 15% of our pickings which would go to the local soup kitchen.

The idea wasn't to end up ankle deep in mud as we froze on the windy field without proper tools to dig up radishes and turnips, or to trim broccoli. We filled our bag and basket as quickly as we could, separating to make the task end quicker before Lindsay's quivering lip turned too dangerously blue.

Anyway, we returned home with about 15 pounds of vegetables, which will go directly into our freezer.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Things with a very high Eww factor

I had said to a friend yesterday that I really need to blog about something besides Lauren's school and church. Today is not the day to start that.

A friend of mine called me yesterday. "Do you know where you can bring kids to get them deloused?"

I took a deep breath. Before I could even answer I realized I was scratching at my scalp because just the mention of lice makes me itchy. And it's a kid Lauren plays with a lot - they were at Katie's birthday together on Saturday night watching a movie. Oh gosh, were they sitting next to each other? Touching heads? Eww!

"No," I replied. "You really need to call a townie for that," and I suggested a mutual friend who might know.

When Lauren came home I grilled her about whether the nurse had done a scalp check. She looked annoyed, "No. She measured us and checked our hearing."

I carefully looked at her head. No bugs.

I told Alec this morning while he was getting dressed. "Ew. Don't get near anyone's head. No hugging."

"Why?" Lauren demanded.

"Lice are worse than fleas. They lay eggs on your head."

Lauren, who has a fascination with bugs, blood, boogers, and all things icky, replied, "That is the grossest thing you've ever said."

Monday, November 17, 2008

Annoying people

I have a friend I like to joke with that he can't actually go outside because he is just too reactive to annoying people. The world is full of annoying people.

The current height of annoying for me is the afternoon pick up at Lauren's school. Today the line was very slow moving. There were 5 paras, but they were loading only 2 cars at a time. So I turned up my music and tried not to get too aggravated.

Although they open the door for your child(ren) to get in, they don't buckle them in. This isn't a huge deal for us because Lauren knows how to put on her own seatbelt. It does, still, however, take a few extra seconds for her to do it.

In the car in front of me, Pastor Seth picked up about 4 kids in his minivan. After they got in the car, he pulled forward presumably to buckle them all in. I pulled forward also, waiting for Lauren to stop talking and buckle in.

The para banged on my window, "You need to pull out now."

I shook my head and turned to tell Lauren to sit and buckle in.

She banged again.

I lowered my window.

"You need to leave."

"I am not leaving yet." I said, somewhat snappishly.

"You have your child, right?"

"I'm not driving my car until she is buckled in. " I said flatly.

She turned to pull a face at the para standing closest. I heard her say, "Well these people are just going to sit here in their cars."

Right, I'm just doing it because it is inconvenient for you...

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Sunday Stealing

Cheers to all us thieves!

1. Do you like blue cheese salad dressing?
Yes! Though I have to say on the yummy scale, I prefer crumbled cheese with oil and vinegar to creamy out of a bottle...though nothing really completes Buffalo wings better.

2. Favorite late night snack?
Popcorn popped in the Whirly Pop, a gift two Christmases ago from Ben and Maria, sprinkled liberally with Kosher salt.

3. Do you own a gun?
I don't. We have discussed buying a shotgun which would be locked in a case. Alec and I have both completed the NRA's Basic Shotgun I and II courses.

4. What’s your favorite drink at Starbucks or other specialty coffee shop?
I love Starbucks. I change favorite drinks often. This time of year, I love the Gingerbread Latte. I also really loved the Honey Latte...there was something unexpectedly tasty about the dark flavor of espresso mixed with honey's fruity sweetness.

5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?
Yes. I absolutely have white coat fever unless I am very ill.

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
I don't eat them very often. Hebrew National makes the best one, which is served exclusively Chez Stoll. I like mine with mustard and sauerkraut.

7. Favorite Christmas song?
White Christmas by Bing Crosby. I am a traditionalist at heart.

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Coffee, stat. I hear about these husbands who bring their bleary-eyed wives coffee in bed to wake them up.

9. Can you do push-ups?
I haven't tried. Calisthenics are pretty boring.

10. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry?
I don't wear much these days, just my gold wedding band as my bridal jewelry isn't very comfortable any more. I have two beautiful eternity bands (a diamond one and a sapphire one) that were Mudda's. I have a solitaire that's been reset that was my engagement ring. My favorite piece of jewelry is a sapphire and diamond ring Alec bought me for my 25th birthday.

11. Favorite hobby?
I don't have time for hobbies these days.

12. Do you have A.D.D.?
Not everyone does, contrary to what the pharmaceutical companies would like you to believe.

13. What’s one trait that you hate about yourself?
Next question.

14. The last disease you contracted?
Gestational diabetes.

15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.
1. I am not answering question 13 because it is in conflict with my practice of being self-loving.
2. I've got to wrap this up so I have time to stop at the packy to bring beer to Jessie's.
3. Jessie had asked I also bring ginger ale, and Lauren asked if someone had a tummyache because that's the only time anyone drinks ginger ale in our house.

16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?
1. beer - these days Sammy Winter Lager
2. wine - mostly red
3. the occasional martini

17. Current worry right now?
I have a paper to write for Art History class. It's due on Saturday and I haven't started it.

18. Current hate right now?
I am trying to direct my volunteer time to things that are very important to me, and I feel like that's like walking in molasses. My church friends have been very supportive, but my PTO friends, well, I think they'd like it if I'd just do my "regular" job and stop making waves.

19. Favorite place to be?
Anywhere with my family is awesome. On vacation with my family is most cool.

20. How did you ring in the New Year?
Our New Years tradition is with Karen and family, last year was at her house. All of the kids made it to midnight, the first year that's happened. In past years some have snuck upstairs and tucked themselves into beds before the ball dropped.

21. Like to travel?
I like to see other places, but getting there is hard for me.

22. Name three people who will complete Sunday Stealing this week:
More thieves, obviously.

23. Do you own slippers?
No. I can't remember the last time I did.

24. What color shirt are you wearing?
My shirt is orange.

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
No. I like sleeping on either crisp linens or flannels. We have our flannels on now with a quilt, a duvet and a blanket.

26. Can you whistle?
Yes, though not well.

27. Favorite singer/band?
It depends on the day. Currently I really like Jason Mraz.

28. Could you ever make it 39 days on the show Survivor?
It depends on what you mean by make it. Could I survive six weeks underfed, dehydrated, and sleeping outside for the chance to win a million dollars? Probably. From watching the show it seems like unless you do an injury, if you make it through the first week, you're fine. I'm not sure I have the personality to pull off a win.

29. What songs do you sing in the shower?
Mostly I am half asleep in the shower.

30. Favorite girl’s names?
Lauren and Lindsay. Surprised?

31. Favorite boy’s name?
If we had a boy, we would've named him Jacob. I still really like the name.

32. What’s in your pocket right now?
I don't have any pockets.

33. Last thing that made you laugh?
Jessie and Nick discussed having Pastor Seth sing Jeff Buckley's "Broken Hallelujah" at Jack's baptism.

34. Like your job?
Yes.

36. Do you love where you live?
Most days. When it's not infested with cats, fleas, or there's something leaking.

37. How many TVs do you have in your house?
Two.

38. Who is your loudest friend?
I've had very loud friends, but I can't think of one...but my hearing may be getting worse as I get older. I might be the loud friend.

39. Do you drive the speed limit or speed?
I drive the speed limit.

40. Does someone have a crush on you?
A crush? Wouldn't I *not* know if they had a crush?

41. What is your favorite book?
The Stranger by Albert Camus.

42. What is your favorite candy?
Dark chocolate. I'm still hankering for the one we had at Lisa's house that was salted.

43. Favorite Sports Team?
The Pumas - Lauren's soccer team. They had so much fun this season.

44. What were you doing 12 AM last night?
I was sleeping.

45. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up today?
I remembered I told Diane I'd email her the topic for the Sunday School class discussion.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Being perfect in my imperfection

I've been debating whether to start a post now because I have to leave for class soon, but I know if I don't sit down the nervous, frantic cleaning will happen. Karen will be here in a few minutes with Lars to watch the girls while I'm at class.

Why is it easier to let a friend see you vulnerable after arguments with parents or spouses, troubles with siblings, frustrations with other friends than it is to have crumbs for the past few meals on the dining room floor? Because the needing-to-be-emptied garbage cans, bag of bottles to be recycled, and full compost bucket would be more shocking to someone whose seen me so drunk my words slur all together?

No. I'm leaving it as it is because...screw it. This woman has seen me hours after giving birth, she surely won't decide not to be my friend over coffee table stickiness.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Welcome to 15

I've been magically transported back to age 15 this week, starting with a visit from a friend from high school. We discovered a week ago that we live about a mile apart, and her daughter is about 4 months younger than Lindsay.

I don't have a lot of good memories of high school. With my overloaded academic schedule, chamber choir, orchestra, a smaller string group, a civic orchestra, drama club and working 2 part-time jobs, I was always running around like a crazy person. Near the end of my sophomore year, Carolyn and I became friends along with a couple of boys from the next town. They were all seniors. There was another girl who hung around with us who was a junior. I remember we had a good time that summer, and then Carolyn and the boys all went off to college. Most of the rest of the details pretty much escape me - other than it was a very straight-edged crowd: no one drank, did drugs, or had sex.

"Do you remember when we used to decide whose house we were hanging out at based on who had Tostados and salsa?"

I squinted at her. I have no recollection of this at all. I remember we played a board game called "Encore" that involved a lot of singing. I remember we went to see the laser light shows at the Science Museum's planetarium, but I don't remember any details about that other than we were probably the only ones there who weren't stoned.

Perhaps my life became very tumultuous after that? A lot of bad things happened to my family - death and divorce. I got into a relationship that wasn't good for me. I don't regret the things that happened. They made me who I am. The year and a half that followed eradicated that summer. Or maybe it is just it's now almost 20 years ago.

We listen to a radio show when our alarm goes off in the morning. Every day at 7:10 AM, they have a call-in contest. If your initials match the ones they announce, you call in to win $1000. This morning they called my initials. I squealed and ran downstairs to grab my replaced cell phone. My hands were actually shaking when I tried to key in the number.

But with my replacement phone all of my user preferences haven't been added yet, so there's no auto-redial when I got a busy number. I tried a bunch more times and finally got through, but no one answered - someone must've already called in. As I listened to the phone ring I thought, I haven't called into a radio station since I was trying to win tickets. I was 16, I remember driving around trying to find a pay phone to call.

I know a lot of people say they'd like to turn the clock back 20 years, but after this week, I think I'll pass...

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Things that are annoying me today

Joy is spending 30 days being thankful. Apparently here at Screw Perfection, we're focusing on ranting.

I lost my phone and my new one hasn't arrived yet. Yes, of course the other one turned up moments after I'd submitted my request and paid $50, and of course there's no way to undo the claim. It is damaged. I plan to send it back to them and let them know I found it and it's broken. You should still send me your digits if you haven't.

The opossum (thanks, Lisa) is just about the meanest ugliest thing ever. I think Karen is right. God's having a good laugh up there.

I hate having to read people's long rambling emails that are trying to make several points simultaneously. I really hate responding to them because I will surely strike a nerve not being particularly diplomatic. At least my emails are usually to the point.

I am so tired of the littered state of my living room. Gah. It's extended to my desk. Bigger gah. I find it impossible to work in clutter.

SP3 almost killed my laptop this morning. I've a paper due in 10 days I haven't started yet. That would be very very bad.

If you've got some extra patience, please send a cup my way.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Enough, thanks

I lost my phone. I am supposed to get a new one tomorrow. Please email me with your phone number if I am supposed to have it because as of right now I don't have anyone's phone number. I mean, I don't even have a phone.

In the middle of filing my online claim, I needed to get my debit card out of the car - I'd locked my purse in the car. There was a possum outside the back door eating cat food.

Ok, I have officially had it today.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Monday announcements

I was sad to miss our Monday morning swimming lesson, but I seem to have overdone the weekend between running around on little sleep and not eating properly. I sat down to our very yummy dinner last night of beef stew and homemade bread and realized it was my first meal of the day. I'd eaten a bite of zucchini bread and had 2 cups of coffee. I woke feeling entirely sick to my stomach, and crawled back into bed with Lindsay after dropping Lauren off at school and Alec at the train.

I helped out at Sunday School yesterday, which was a full house - there were a dozen kids. I don't really know what happened. It seemed like the lead teacher had decided to attend Adult Education this week and next. The coordinator, who was filling in for her, asked me to come and sing with the kids because she was worried the designated helper would be "a few minutes late". As it turned out, the coordinator hadn't scheduled enough, and chose an activity with a lot of reading - we have the K-1st grade group so not all of them can read. So I had to come up with an activity to do on the fly. I passed out paper plates and called them"Prayer Plates" and declared we would draw something that we were praying about on them. The kids were amazingly receptive to talking about things that worried them and they that prayed about, but just at moment, some groundsperson came by with a leaf blower so most of the conversation was lost, and the helper showed up 5 minutes before the class ended with her 2 kids. One kid drew a picture of a menacing person who he said was a bully, and another drew a field of green and said it was Grandpa's grave. Lauren drew a dog.

Oh, if you can't get enough of Lady Epiphany, Mondays are my day over at Worst. Mama. Ever. I posted this morning about not realizing Lindsay knows her letters and numbers.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Fail

Well, after 3 years I blew it. I tweeted yesterday and updated Facebook, but I didn't blog.

So, I guess that leaves me with, after having failed, do I give in (up) and update periodically, or do I stick out the rest of the month and accept I'm not in the running for any of the Nablopomo swag?

Yep, that's what I thought too. See you tomorrow!

Friday, November 07, 2008

Some quick hits while the water boils

I have an exam tomorrow. Eek!

Why oh why is it that every time I have an exam, Lauren has a 4-day weekend. My parenting, uninspired at best today. I grumped a lot about the state of toys in the living room and yet it is still a mess in my living room. I played a 22-song set of Rockband and then when she asked to play, I only had the energy to make it through a song.

I said we'd have dinner out and then reneged, remembering Alec and I'd had take out last night, lunch at the hospital, and coffee out twice. Now I am making pasta and sauce. Lindsay already announced "I hungry. I hate dinner."

I am supposed to be studying tonight. I mean, I should study tonight. *sigh*

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Very busy day off

Lauren had today off from school today. There's a teacher's convention today and tomorrow.

We got up leisurely (well, as leisurely as it gets around a house with kids) and had cereal for breakfast before heading out to meet a friend for coffee at the local shop. It was a friend I haven't seen in over 10 years, we were good friends when I was in high school, and we recently discovered we live about a mile apart, and she has a daughter a little younger than Lindsay.

One of my church friends volunteers for Meals on Wheels with another church member once a month. The other church member's husband was having some tests done, so she canceled, so we thought it would be nice to help out. We picked up the packaged meals at the hospital, delivered about fifteen meals to some local seniors, and had lunch at the hospital. The seniors were really excited to see the kids - we got a lot of smiles today.

I got a message from Kim as I was leaving that she was planning on taking her daughters bowling, and could she pick up Lauren at 2? I thought, wow, perfect! Kim picked Lauren up, I put Lindsay down for a nap, and caught up on my chores. So now it is just after 6, Lauren will return in about an hour after having dinner over at Kim's. Lin is already in jammies and enjoying pb&j and a banana - her dinner request. She seems pretty happy. I just realized as I put my feet up how tired I am. It's a good tired.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Thoughts

I've read the beautiful words of Lisa and Dad who both posted their thoughts about the election results. And also the Tweets of Joy, who wrote she was praying for the President-elect although he was not her choice, and John who wrote that we must pull together.

I was more moved by the election results than I thought I would be. It was amazing to be part of that moment of history.

The girls and I got up early to pray with some folks on the front lawn of our church. We shared hugs, a few tears, and communion. I don't usually get to Wednesday morning service, but it was a great way to start today.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Basking in my awesomeness

I voted! I knew a little more about my local politics this time than in past years, and for once, felt I was informed to vote on the referendum.

I just got back from volunteer meeting one, albeit covered in cream cheese (it was in the local bagel shop) and have to leave for volunteer meeting two in about 15 minutes. I am glad we had time to stop home because Lindsay spilled an entire cup of milk on herself, is stinky, and she has a bit more cream cheese on her than was on the bagel to begin with.

I survived the medical exam for my new 20-year term life insurance policy, and even clocked in at 104/60 (which was lower than my less fat hubby). I bled in a vial and peed in a cup. We're going to meet with an attorney next to create a trust for these policies in case both of us died yesterday so that there would be enough money to raise our kids and send them to college without student loans.

I'm studying for my next exam which is on Saturday.

So, how are you awesome today?

Monday, November 03, 2008

Happy birthday, Dad!

Dad turns 57 today. If you have moment, go over and wish him a happy...

I wrote this post a long while back. It was my post 300, and I'm on post 870 or something. I think it encapsulates both our serious and silliness. I hope my dad is around for a long time, purely selfishly, because he has great perspective and doesn't take himself too seriously which is a lesson at 34 that I haven't quite learned. Also? We had our first summer vacation in August with Ben and Maria, and it was just awesome.

Here are 100 things that I learned from my dad:

1. To keep my eye on the ball.
2. Honesty is the best policy.
3. Except when it isn't.
4. To distinguish right from wrong.
5. That there's a lot of gray area in life.
6. Sometimes good people do bad things, and that doesn't necessarily make them bad.
7. Sometimes bad things happen anyway.
8. To ask for it "Medium Rare".
9. To order it "very dry on the rocks with an olive".
10. That olives out of a vodka martini are very tasty.11. That two wrongs don't make a right.
12. Don't put it in your nose.
13. Don't put it up your brother's nose.
14. And certainly don't eat things that came out of your nose.
15. Or (JESUS CHRIST!) your brother's nose either.
16. How to play PIG.
17. How to play HORSE.
18. That HORSE is just a long version of PIG.
19. That I was never going to play professional basketball.
20. How to back in to a parking space for my driver's test.

21. How to look up words in the dictionary.
22. How to properly hold a fork.
23. To chew with my mouth closed.
24. Not to wiggle in my chair with my fork in hand.
25. Not to run with scissors.
26. To enjoy escargot.
27. How not to mortify Gramma while dining out at "her club".
28. To be a ham.
29. How to eat a lobster.
30. That my napkin belongs in my lap.
31. How to do the crawl stroke.
32. How to play Monkey in the Middle.
33. That the game was more fun when you're NOT the monkey.
34. To be able to name any Beatles song ever recorded just by listening to the opening 5 chords.
35. Not to do something simply because I can.
36. Different people like different things.
37. Ninety-five percent of the people you encounter are assholes.
38. That we're part of the other 5 percent (most of the time).
39. Sometimes the best laughs you have are at your own expense.
40. Particularly when you've forgotten your own birthday.

41. All the words to Don McLean's American Pie.
42. My multiplication tables.
43. How to ride a bicycle.
44. Not to ask someone to do something I was not willing to do myself.
45. To always end a conversation with "I love you".
46. That respect is something you earn.
47. That it's possible to have faith and to be a good person without belonging to or attending church.
48. That there are 3 sides to every story: mine, his, and The Truth.
49. That it's possible to forgive someone without forgetting her transgression.
50. That a firm, strong handshake is important.
51. The difference between a Phillip's head and flathead screwdriver.
52. To love Casablanca.
53. Not to say "I can't", or "I'll try", instead to say "I will".
54. That anything worth doing is worth doing well.
55. That truth is stranger than fiction.
56. That even a truly mundane experience can later make a funny story.
57. That it's a good idea to have a back up plan.
58. How to ice skate.
59. Not to be the first person out onto the ice.
60. That making people laugh is a good ice breaker.
61. To love music.
62. To listen to different types of music, whether or not you think you like the genre. You're usually surprised.
63. To be comfortable on stage.
64. How to make hospital corners.
65. How to operate the washing machine and dryer.
66. To learn from mistakes, but not to dwell on them.
67. To accept responsibility for my actions.
68. To graciously accept praise.
69. That a good sense of humor can carry you through many unpleasant situations.
70. That it's best not to play favorites.
71. A drink won't fix it, but it can't hurt either.
72. Not to date famous rockstars in their 60s.
73. Even if they have a lot of money.
74. That persistence sometimes pays off.
75. That sometimes it's better NOT to try to fix it yourself.
76. That "texting" someone is just dumb.
77. To appreciate Alan Alda's sense of humor.
78. That in every generation, there was a "right" way to do something that we now look back on wondering what the hell people were thinking.
79. To love your mom even if she is a crazy nutball sometimes.
80. How to keep a scorecard at a baseball game.81. To order it with hot fudge, whipped cream, salted nuts, and a cherry.
82. To be patient.
83. That being patient isn't always the correct response.
84. How to memorize a script.
85. That the spinning rides at the amusement park were a lot of fun, and more so before eating.
86. To like pistachios.
87. To appreciate the relationships I have with my siblings.
88. To listen without judging.
89. You can't lose if you don't play.
90. Never get into a fight with an ugly person.
91. Never argue with crazy people.
92. Always wear clean underwear in case you get hit by a bus.
93. Sometimes it's really funny to state the obvious.
94. Parsimony.
95. That if it seems too good to be true, it probably is.
96. To wait for a better offer.
97. That tough love has its place, and so does telling someone what they need/want to hear.
98. That making my bed and keeping my room clean were a good start.
99. That if you can't knock 'em dead, at least leave 'em laughing.
100. To live well, to love completely, and to never regret anything.

Happy Birthday, Dad! I hope you have a great day.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Crunchy

This post is a response to Joy's comment:
Wow! You're a good bit crunchier than I realized. Good for you. And...mmmmmm. Bacon.
We belong to a CSA that delivers a box of vegetables weekly since June. It is almost all organic with a few transitional vegetables thrown in which I believe has to do with the length of time since conventional vegetables were grown in the same field. The farm is about 45 minutes away, so we have gone nearly weekly to pick our share also. We've (and by we, I mean mostly Alec) processed about 25 quarts of roma tomatoes into sauce and salsa. We have at least 3 gallon bags full of blanched frozen green beans. We have another gallon bag full of broccoli. I've eaten my fair share of veggies I've never tried - a lot of mystery dark greens, last week we had white beets (which had a bite a little like horseradish) and pink turnips.

In August, we bought a half each cow and pig (slaughtered and packaged) from another organic farm. It was expensive, but I figured it was about 8 months worth of meat. Since my chest freezer is still nearly half full, I would say it will likely be closer to a year's worth. We eat 2 meatless meals per week (one of them is usually eggs) and the other is rice and beans. A pound of ground beef usually makes 2 meals - this week it was tacos (which also made use of leftover rice and beans) and pasta with meat sauce (made use of the leftover taco meat).

Otherwise, the farm we visited yesterday is the one we buy our eggs from. We get to feed the chickens there. We just found out that they also sell lambs and pigs. We'll likely try them because their prices are better since they aren't certified organic.

Over the summer I was baking our bread, both quick and sandwich varieties. I have been buying store-bought since school started. I've also started buying granola bars and crackers again. I'm trying not to be frustrated by this because convenience foods are necessary with our schedules now and despite my best efforts, I never did manage to find a recipe for a bar that packed in the nutrition, was tasty but not too dessert-like, and packed well. We only have another week left of soccer, and it's a month until indoor clinic starts up, so maybe I will have some time to revisit the baking experiment. Definitely, there isn't a comparison between homemade bread and store bought, and both varieties freeze very well.

I don't know if this makes me crunchy. I like that I know where a good amount of our food comes from. I love that I live in the Garden State and such excellent local food is available. I'm pleased that we've learned so much this year about preserving food and stretching our meals further. There's certainly a lot of room for us to improve.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Welcome to National Blog Posting Month

It's November again, my friends. I am nervous this year as I've only been averaging 2-3 posts per week since school started, but here I am committed to serving up the minutia of the life of Lady Epiphany.

We're gearing up Chez Stoll for falling back, planning to keep the kids up an hour later. I have to admit I am not sure they will make it after last night's festivities and an afternoon hitting our farms - we bought some eggs, ordered our Thanksgiving turkey, finally received our bacon from our late summer pig purchase (we had to wait for them to smoke it), and picked apples. We bought sweet potatoes, found out that the "scaredy pigs" have grown big and fat and are no longer skittish, and ate cider doughnuts. Right now I am making some risotto with bacon, mushrooms, and sweet potatoes. The house smells thick of crispy bacon and thyme.