Friday, September 30, 2005

One of my favorite golfers is Jim McGinnis. He's a great talent on the links, fun to hang out with on the 19th hole after and Chuck and I really enjoy golfing with him and his wife Ellen.

Although they didn't golf with us last Thursday in the Quayle Ridge Special Olympics benefit scramble Chuck and I took the day off to play in, I did my best to honor the instruction in the rules of golf that he's been working hard to share with me these past few years we've been golfing together.

First rule of golf: Have fun!

Second rule of golf: Have fun!

And the Third Rule of Golf: Keep your freakin' head down!

We just had a blast participating in this tournament. Nell Anne and I were two of three women in a tournament of 140 golfers - I hit the ball better than I have in a long time (my t shots were used a bunch! including a 200 yard straight drive that was one of the nicest I have ever hit). I still got no short game, but that is what makes a scramble so much fun! We had limo service all day, thanks to Nell Anne's buddy "limoguy."

Watching me tee off is a new friend Clint. We bonded with while we gave each other a hard time for 18 holes.

Props to Patrick Fuji for organizing an awesome day. I'll be back next year!

Just found out that Damien and Laurie are expecting. Updates here. I'm really happy for him - he was sporting happy expectant papa face when he told me, which was endearing.
He's wonderful with kids, and I know that they have wanted this for along time. Poor baby may have to wear some ugly clothes though.
Congrats you two!

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Naughty Giggly Fun

My kids just love Hooey! Absolutely nothing redeeming about the game, but the freedom to lie makes it just naughty, giggly fun for them. I seem to recall playing this with friends in High School but with an entirely different name.

I have these serial monogamous relationships with various CDs in my collection. For instance, for the past month or so, since purchasing def Leppard's Rock Of Ages: The Definitive Collection CD I have had “Pour Some Sugar on Me,” “Photograph,” and “Pyromania” in my head and playing in my car, loudly and often. This came on the tail of listening to a burned CD of my lovemix collection over and over again.

So this week, I’m remaining loyal to long-term favorite Mary Chapin Carpenter. I just bought a DVD from an Amazon seller. I have seen her in concert at least five times, own every CD she has recorded. This is the song of hers that is playing and playing again in my head. So steamy and wonderful:

Don't mean to get a little forward with you, don't mean to get ahead of where we are

Don't mean to act a little nervous around you, I'm just a little nervous about my heart 'cause

It's been awhile since I felt this feeling that everything that you do gives me

It's been so long since somebody whispered

Shut up and kiss me

I seem to have inspired a new blogger! Go Mikki go! You blog girl.

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing.
He concludes by saying, "And yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were

"Oh No!" the President exclaims, "That's terrible!"
His staff is stunned at this display of emotion, and watching nervously
as the President sits, head in hands.
Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion?"

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

I put together a slide show as a fund raiser for the YMCA youth campaign this year. It was shown at the auction, and then attendees could order prints, which I will donate.

Here's the link to the album containing the pictures from the show. I set the slideshow to "Centerfield" by John Foggerty, "Small Town" by John Mellencamp and "Celebration" by Kool and the Gang.
My sister-in-law Janice forwarded this... it gave me a giggle.

New Living Will Form

I, __________________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of peckerwood politicians who couldn't pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it.

If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to sit up and ask for

(please initial all that apply):
_________ a Martini
_________ a Margarita
_________ a beer
_________ a steak
_________ the remote control
_________ a bowl of ice cream
_________ a Kalua on the rocks
_________ chocolate
_________ sex

it should be presumed that I won't ever get better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes and call it a day.

Under no circumstances shall the members of the Legislature enact a special law to keep me on life-support machinery. It is my wish that these boneheads mind their own damn business, and pay attention instead to the future of the millions of Americans who aren't in a permanent coma.

Date: ___________________________
Witness: __________________________

Monday, September 26, 2005

It's time to confess. Forgive me Foo Fighters, Pink, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jet, and Green Day, for I have sinned. I'm a closet country music fan.

The combination of smarmy lyrics, bad politics, and a uniformity that predominates most contemporary country offerings makes it such that most of the friends I run with (Tillamook Parents, Engineers from work, or the group of women I hang out with in Portland affectionately referred to as the "Cosmo Mafia") would likely consider themselves above the whole genre. As such, I'm fairly quiet about the pleasure I derive from listening to country music. Its embarrassing.

But when Conni who's known me for (gasp!) almost 30 years now (including those years in my 20s when I drove around in my grandfather's GMC pickup listening to the Judds and Dolly and Alan Jackson wearing cowboy boots, short skirts and long brightly colored nails as a Portland State student)* emailed and asked if I wanted to see Sara Evans playing with a couple of other performers I never heard of I readily agreed. I adore Sara Evans. Her lyrics strike a chord with me - the first song I heard of hers was "Born to Fly" the title track off a 2000 CD. Samantha was approaching two at the time and emerging from a difficult unhealthy and stressful infancy for us, into a toddler hood and bursting with determined red headed personality.

The lyrics spoke of everything I dream for my daughter (I'm such a sap!):

Yeah, 'cause I will soar away like the blackbird
I will blow in the wind like a seed
I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams
And I will grow up where I'll wander wild and free

Oh, how do you wait for heaven
And who has that much time
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know, that you were born
You were born yeah
You were born to fly

I'm precisely Evans’ target demographic. She sings for the mid-30s mama, trying to maintain some sense of sanity and fun while at the same time cherishing what we have (see? sap!). I learned at the show that she has a new album coming out next week - and she played several songs from it. One compelling reason to get the album was a song called "Mama's night out" something about take a picture honey, cause I'm looking hot - Daddy's doing the dishes cause it's mama's night out.

Last Friday night after dinner at Gustav's we headed to the show. Despite a fairly unsatisfying venue (The show was at the Rose Garden and the acoustics were awful) - Sara was darling, wonderful and charming and I loved it. When she finished her set, I was satisfied and told the others I was with we could stay or go whenever. I'd never heard any music by the next guy, Brad Paisley (my neice thinks this is the funniest part of the story. "How can you not have heard of this guy? At least that alcohol song with the lampshades?")

We got some drinks and waited for him to start. When out on stage walks this buffed cowboy in tight faded jeans singing in a deep, sexy voice this song about needing to put a ring on the finger he was wrapped around, I quickly told the rest of the group that I was staying...

oh my.
That man knows how to fill out a pair of Wranglers.

I decided I needed his CD.
Actually, screw the CD I need the calendar.

* were it not for some severe computer problems at home, I’d be scanning evidence of this that would crack you up. It might be worth checking back for updates

Sunday, September 25, 2005

When I was expecting my first child, I read the whole bookshelf of parenting preparedness manuals, from Penelope Leach, William Sears, Dr. Spock to the “What to Expect When you Are Expecting” series. Ten years later, I realize that I never really found it that scary to decide when to introduce rice cereal or how to clean an infant’s belly button. What would have been vastly more helpful, I now believe, is how to cope with the unexpected challenges.

Last night for instance. I was alone at the Washington Square Embassy Suites with my daughter. After a day of hanging out with friends and going to Chris R's 40th birthday party, I finally had Samantha tucked in, and had fallen asleep myself. We were awoken at around 10:45 p.m. by loud fire alarms followed by a booming announcement broadcast into the hotel suites telling us to evacuate the hotel because there was a fire. I was wearing a hot pink nightgown held up by spaghetti straps. (Read: Not emergency evacuation wear).

I threw on tshirt and a skirt over my night gown and grabbed all I could think of in 10 seconds, (daughter, purse, cell phone and daughter's baby doll because god help us if Baby Bone ever burns up in a hotel fire). I then made my way from the 7th floor to the lobby carrying my very large, heavy and sleepy little girl. By the time we got downstairs Samantha was so freaked out by the alarms and announcements she had made herself sick and had to hurl in the pretty rock garden out front of the lobby. Trying to calm her down, I was speaking random nonsense, like "Look honey! A fire truck! We know a fireman that works for TVFD, maybe Al is here!" and my favorite, "I know you are freezing but isn't this an exciting adventure to share with your brother?" while at the same time trying to reassure her it was ok, as she wiped the throw up out of her nose using my shirt.

The fire was not a big deal, as it turned out. Something involving a microwave on the 5th floor. As the fire truck pulled away and we made our way back into the lobby to return to our room, the hotel ceiling opened up and these enormous fans reminiscent of airline engines turned the Embassy into a wind tunnel to clear the smoke. The scary evacuation voice came back over the loud speakers and we were sent back to the hotel exit.

It would have been a really interesting evening if I had been dressed when it started and not so worried about trying to keep Samantha from getting sick again. (I failed at this. It was not until she had thrown up two more times and been cuddled extensively did she calm down for the night).

Chuck and Charlie had been in Eugene watching the Ducks get destroyed by USC. They showed up just as we were finally able to return to our rooms. As I was tucking Charlie in next to his sister he looked up and asked me, "Why mom, when we were waiting to leave Autzen stadium in line, did that woman hang out her car window and take her shirt off?"

And this was just what came up yesterday.

Lessons learned for the day when I write a parenting book:
  1. Nothing can prepare you for the strength and determination you can summon when you think your children are threatened.
  2. Unless the situation REALLY calls for it, skip the sexy jammies. Boxers and a tank top may serve you better in case of an emergency evacuation.
  3. If you have to, you can deal with kid barf. It's gross - but usually occurs only in the midst of something else you're much more worried about than being grossed out.
  4. I don't know how to prepare you for the flasher tart. My response to Charlie was, "Oh, I do that all the time too." Although he paused for a second when I responded, it only took a few seconds for him to giggle and proclaim "No you don't!"

Friday, September 23, 2005

Random quotes I wanted to share...

"Having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming pool." - George Carlin

"Dog is God spelled backwards. That means something, I'm just not sure what exactly, but human is numah spelled backwards." - Marc-Christophe

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Yea, this happens to me too...

Hewitt’s ghostly encounter (from msnbc)
Jennifer Love Hewitt talks to ghosts — not only in her new TV show, but, she claims, in real life as well.
The star of “Ghost Whisperer” says she lived in a haunted house, but a “consultant” — a real-life ghost-buster, it seems — came in and rid the place of not one, but two ghosts. One was a woman who had known a previous owner of the house and one was “a young man who followed me home,” Hewitt told slack-jawed hosts of “The View.”
The ghosts had been thumping around the house, turning on an off the lights, and giving Hewitt the sniffles, sapping her energy. The consultant came in, chatted with the ghosts who passed along messages to Hewitt, then scooted off to their proper place in the afterlife.
Hewitt, however, still communicates with at least one person whose physical form has left this planet. She says a friend who has died keeps in touch with her in the form of dragonflies

Deb's notes: My friends use caterpillers instead of dragonflies. Which is kind of a bummer because when they pass from the larval stage to the pupa (chrysalis) stage of metamorphosis it is just a short time before they transform to a beautiful butterfly and fly away and then I miss my friends.

P.S. Raise your hand if you can tell that Samantha's first grade class is studying insects right now.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

I was given a strand of pearls today. Completely unexpected source and somewhat overwhelming present, that it was likely inappropriate to accept. But aren't they lovely? I wanted to show off. Man, I love new jewlery. I'm all about new jewlery.

Epilogue: I've been asked a couple of times about the origin of the gift. These pearls were a gift from a wonderful woman that works from me. See, here's the story - she went on a trip to her home in India for the first time in four years. I sent her with two $6 Qualcomm Logo ink pens, just as a nice gesture for her parents. In return, they sent her back with the pearls for me, apparantly a big item in her home town. I told Michelle this, and she said I should send that girl to India more often. With big boxes of pens. I'm hoping other members of my team have bountiful stores of diamonds in their home towns. I'll send those guys with pens too!
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Hi Honey! I'm Home!

A glimpse of what it is like to come home after two days on the road for work:
I walk in the door to shouts of, “Mama’s home!!!” as I'm tackled by 180 pounds of children.
Chuck comes up to me and says, “Don’t kiss me.”
Then in rapid succession I’m hit with:
1. "Samantha got in trouble in school today for trying to tie her shoes together during circle time." (Apparantly this violates both the “Be Safe" and "Be Responsible" rules at Liberty Elementary).
2. "The refridgerator glass shelves broke. It's nobody's fault."
3. "Charlie is rushing through his schoolwork. See? He misidentified a quarter and said that 630-280 is 360. What are we going to do about this?"

It is so good to be missed! At least Magda wanted to kiss me.

 She's quite sweet, but I'm not all that big on dog kisses. My goal is to avoid them all together. I much prefer man kisses.
I'm a complete Jane Austin junkie. I count Emma as probably my favorite novel and it bums me out that Austen has been dead since 1817 and as such likely cannot write any more of her funny, romantic novels.
I just read that Portland Center Stage is performing Pride and Prejudice. I'm going to have to find a way to see it. Note to my loyal reading audience: There is a group discount on tickets. Let me know if you'd be interested in a Tuesday night show in early November.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Monday, September 19, 2005

I blame Coach Josh entirely for the transition to football. If he weren't so amazing with 9 year old jocks... I'd have seen a soccer game tonight. Posted by Picasa

On the line Posted by Picasa

We'll call this one "almost." Posted by Picasa

I'm not sure I'm ready for this... but what a stud! Posted by Picasa

Note to self: Next time you tell son and friend Logan to "go get mom a Diet Pepsi," do NOT give him $20. Posted by Picasa

Samantha in her first soccer game with team USA - the YMCA 1st - 3rd Soccer league. Posted by Picasa

And in honor of TLAP day...

A pirate goes into a bar.
Bartender notices the pirate has a steering wheel sticking out of his fly.
Bartender says, "hey, buddy, you've got a steering wheel sticking out of
your fly."
Pirate says, "Arr, I know. It's drivin' me nuts."

Props to former boss, and now good friend Joel*, who lives way too far for me to harass as much as I'd like to, for sharing this on this special day.

*You know. Now that I think about it, I claim Joel to be a friend, but I recently received a message from him indicating that I have been replaced by another woman. Here’s his quote:

“To be honest, and I know you’ll hate this, I have been getting surliness from a woman I worked with… The thing is, you abandoned me, and suddenly here’s this surly woman who claims to have hunted down and captured her unsuspecting husband, and claims that her two children are the most beautiful children ever. And did I mention she’s surly? And that she doesn’t know how to skip rocks worth beans? Well, see, there was a void in my life, and was filled, just like magic! Are you two sisters?”

Never mind. He’s not my friend. Former boss, former friend. And the joke wasn’t that funny anyway I have since been told when I claimed it as my own. Although it did make me laugh.

But I am a good liberal!

I told my dad to check out the blog today, because I thought he would enjoy the pictures of Ed's catch and maybe be pushed towards a visit to Tillamook at some time in the near future. (The grandkid pictures have the same effect.) Well, he read too far and said this...

"I think I want to fish with Ed. And what's with the gay stereotyping? That's not like you."

I think it is unfair to chastise me when I invite you read my journal (for what its worth that is the second time today someone has scolded me for contents contained within these pages - both of which were valid, but hey! no fair! where's your diary? and it was totally tongue in cheek, as were the comments about my looks!).

When I objected Dad responded, "It's in my job description. Check Article 8, Ppg. 12, subsection 6.4. I was supposed to raise you to be a good liberal."

But I am a good liberal! Carville's, "Had Enough? : A Handbook for Fighting Back" is on the night table right now (even if it is next to a book entitled, "Love Monkey" - one of the funniest things I have read in a long time) and I gave money to Kerry. I swear Dad!


Today's the day!

I would have completely forgot! - thanks Damien for the heads up. ARR Matey's.

Ed made a dungeness haul too... I am going to have to score a dinner invite. Yum!! Posted by Picasa

We picked up Ed Seeger's daughters Saturday night so that they could babysit our kids. He had just come back from a fishing trip and was showing off... geez. Look at the size of that salmon. He's not even extending his arm towards the camera (classic fishing photo trick). I'm impressed. I love living around all these sporty generous friends! Posted by Picasa

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Is it babylust, or is the resemblance as strong as I think it is?

I have a coworker with a 6 month old baby that just melts my heart. I think I just figured out why I'm so drawn to this baby. Posted by Picasa

see, here's me with Samuel. he loves me too Posted by Picasa

Friday, September 16, 2005

What happened to my little boy? Who said he could be a linebacker scoring touchdowns?

In Charlie's words: "OK. So. Here's how we were setup on the play where I made a touchdown. Here's me. I was linebacker. Logan was cornerback. But there was nobody to block him, so Logan ran in on the Quarterback really fast (the dark circle is the QB) and so he had to get rid of the ball real fast. And see these two guys in the middle, they came over there and he tried to throw it real quick to them. There was two guys see the lines? And I grabbed it and I ran up and grabbed it. And this line is how I scored the touchdown. Go show mama. Did I diagram it good, Pa? Go show mama."

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No gaywalking

Highlights from the morning walk to school worth sharing:

Yesterday while I was walking the kids to school, Samantha started to cross the street in the middle of the block ten feet or so behind us. Her older brother noticed and freaked out yelling, “Stop! Sammie! You cannot do that, you are jay walking!” I didn’t stop and really explain the problem, I guess I figured she should have known better. On the way in this morning it was just Samantha and I and we hit the same spot in the road, and she asks, “Mama? why is that gaywalking?” I completely got the giggles imagining some flamboyant wiggly walk with limp wrists as something we were going to parentally prevent.

Ego Boost of the Day (EBOD) – on the next block we passed a house under construction. As we walked by Sammie tells me, “Mama. That man building the house is staring at you for a very long time.” grin. My reply: “That’s cause I’m pretty, baby.”

When we passed Charlie waiting at his bus stop for the school bus I yelled at the top of my lungs, “HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII CHARLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Just to see if I could embarrass him. Although all the other kids looked at me like I was a dork, didn’t seem to phase the boy. I told Sammie, I should have called him “sweetbottom”. That’d of turned his face red. I think it is going to be too much fun raising adolescents, once we get there. I’m sure I can find lots of ways to embarrass him as it becomes more and more important to be cool in front of his friends.

I left Samantha at the Elementary school gym with our standard sign off (in Spanish since her two weeks in an immersion school this summer)

mama: ¿Quien te quiere? (who loves you?)
sammie: Tu (you)
mama: ¿Cuanto te quiero? (how much )
sammie: Muchisimo! (So much!)

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Looking for the perfect Pub and Grub

The folks I generally lunch with and/or hang out with after work are rebelling against Barleycorn's. I had to twist Nell Anne's arm the other day to join me for a Ruby and a salad after work and Damien said the food made him sick when I proposed it is a lunch location last week.

All I want is a place once a week where on my night off from being mom I can hangout, have a cold beer and good dinner after work at a relaxed and not too smokey atmosphere. I like to catch up with the friends willing to join me and perhaps as a bonus occsionally shoot pool or play dice. Shouldn't I have this?

I haven't tried any of these yet (except Giant Burger because it was so close to an apartment I lived in years ago and was perfect enormous messy burger for midnight muchies) but based on some local reviews I have read (along with a freinds echoing that Old Market is visit worthy) these have promise as after work or lunch time pub and grubs near my office:

Gemini Pub
456 N. State Street, Lake Oswego, Oregon
Tel: (503) 636-9445
Gubanc's Pub and Restaurant

Giant Drive Inn 503.636.0255 - probably just for lunch. Good burgers and shakes
15840 Boones Ferry Rd.
Lunch & Dinner daily

Old Market Pub and Brewery
6959 SW Multnomah Blvd
Portland, OR 97223-3439 (503) 244-0450
Cross Street: Garden Home Road

Known entites:
Stockpot - probably my favorite and most frequent choice. I'm stuck on the seared ahi and salad with the champagne dressing. Not entirely cheap, great food, fun late dinner after 9 holes at Red Tail on summer evenings.

Buster's- good bbq. Was a recent popular choice with the work crowd as a lunch choice.

Ringside - amazing happy hour menu - those little steak thingys for like a dollar make it a great choice, never had dinner there. Getting downtown is a pain. On the way to the farm, which is nice if I'm heading to mom's.

Tillicum - Great choice for total wind down after work. Turns out, good place to bare your soul to many old and new friends. Note to self, everyone doesn't need to know everything. Live blues music, good food - we enjoyed the patio last time. Can you say coconut shrimp?

Cactus Jack's. Only if I'm walking afterwards. A short distance. The bartender is too generous and heavy handed. Ouch. And don't go there for the food but if you really have a jones for video poker go. And take Nell Anne, she's lucky. Convenient to all the girlfriend's pads I have been known to crash at.

Huber's- beautiful. Worth the trip to see them pour a Spanish Coffee. But kind of feels like a 35 year olds' (+) pickup joint.

Portland Chop House - great dinner - nice booths. Won't entirely break the bank for nice downtown dinner.

El Gaucho's - probably my favorite Portland restaurant - certainly favorite steak house. $$$$ and still a pain to get downtown. Someone needs to take me there for my birthday. or maybe my 36 1/4 birthday. That'd be 9/30. ;-)

Chevy's - super salsa. Fun cocktail menu. Reasonably priced - location? I have only been to the one on 185th - which just isn't in my loop unless I'm headed home.

Applebee's - sounds lame but not horrid. Bit too many office dorks there, but doable. Very close to work. Convenient.

Benihana's - this place is fun and yummy. Charlie and Samantha's favorite place - but this isn't about them, is it? It isn't blogdeboskids. Its blogdebo. Forget Benihanas - we go there because they kids like onion volcanos, the proximity to Malibu and getting loaded up with new stories at Powells.

Koji's - I like hanging out in the bar with the girls of this one. NAO loves the saki, I love the sushi. Not friendly if you are avoiding carbs.

Anyone care to share another suggestion? Comment below or let me know...

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I walked Samantha to school this morning and as we got there, she said, "Mama! Oh no! We have to go back!"

She had forgot a box of pennies that she had put together to contribute to the coin drive Liberty is running for victims of Katrina. I assured her we could bring them in tomorrow, but she looked up at me and said, "Mama, don't you want to help the kids in the Tsunami?" (I didn't correct her, her heart was in the right place, and they were pennies earned loosing teeth). Samantha and I turned back and walked home to get the penny box, which she then spilled all over the floor.

By the time we had things picked up and were ready to walk back to school, Chuck pulled up since he forgot his bag. (maybe we should change our name to the Forgetdorffs). Since he was about to pull out and I wanted to get to work I asked that he drop her off at school. He was driving in the Z3, which we have never let her ride in. You cannot disable the airbags. He looked at me over his glasses and said, "C'mon, mom, it's just a few blocks."

She was thrilled. As she strapped in she looked at him and said, "Pa, does this thing go fast?"

The word is that it was big fun to pull up in front of the school busses in Papa's sports car. Chuck should be careful what he wishes for. I'm not sure he really wants his baby girl to enjoy riding around in fast cars with men.
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but it's still dark outside

I want points. It’s 5:28 a.m. and I’m heading out the door to workout. I can barely tie my Asics Gel-Kayano X1 running shoes because my fingers are so sleepy. This is my second workout this week – a long way from the six a week I was doing before the last race, but a start none the less.

Charlie dropped the line yesterday, “I can’t wait to see you run the triathlon again this summer, mom.” Charlie’s off hand comment was much more effective in getting me out from under the puffy down comforter this morning than even the most evil drill seargent would have been.

I want to raise my children to believe they can accomplish anything they set their hearts on, and I know of no more effective way to do that than by example.

But yawn!

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

"You have to think anyway, so why not think big?"

- Donald Trump

has my loins tingling

ok, that was a mistake – CRM regularly visits, reads and posts to a bulletin board online. The online community defies explanation, it started as an offshoot of Survivor Sucks (ironic, since he’s as addicted to the show as I am and we are in current preparations for our Survivor Guatemala season opener party) and has developed into something else entirely. Anyways… I digress. I wanted to find a link he had discovered on this board, that showed some amazing pictures from New Orleans before and after Katrina hit to share with some friends at work.

Without knowing what else to look for, I thought there was a chance he had responded to the post with some comment about the album, since I knew it had really captured his attention, so I searched for all posts from Todd De La Mucca, his nick..

I’m scanning through the posts he has made (over 900!) and found this quote:

"Oh - and it's too early for lunch here on the Left Coast. But there is a new receptionist at a neighboring office that has my loins tingling."

Should I worry? Do you think it was because I thought today was appropriate to wear faded boot cut jeans and a Tillamook Cheesemaker sweatshirt, no makeup? My toenails are blue, what’s he want?

I'd like to make somebody's loins tingle, that's quite a compliment.

He has some lame explanation that he can add to the comments if he wants. Something about there not actually being a new receptionist…

Summer days driftin' away

I can't believe summer is already over! The house was quiet - with kids out the door to school - by 8:20 this morning. I had to post just a couple of images for summer. We short changed ourselves on vacation time this summer. I'm used to a two week trip involving water sports, and feel like I missed out. Our "vacations" were instead spent shuttling children back and forth to baseball, soccer, basketaball and Spanish language camps in Portland. Mama needed jetski time. Someone remind me of that next spring when I start enrolling kids in every camp under the sun. Slip and Slide is big fun, just not quite the same. Posted by Picasa

Krista Marie, you are like the cutest thing ever. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

We've come a long way baby!

My grandmother just sent me an email that I wrote her over four years ago - and it was fun to read. Life gets so much easier as the kids get older!

Hello Grandma,
Thank you for the anniversary wishes - I'm proud of the 9 happy years we have spent together. Chuck is a wonderful husband and father, and I feel blessed that we have been able to build a family together. You wrote to us while we were on vacation, and I'm just now getting back to you. Here's a glimpse into the reason:
Our life continues at a somewhat ridiculous pace... happy though. This morning, rather typically went something like this:
I woke up at 6 and worked until 7:30 when the kids woke up. The plan is to have them dressed, fed and to daycare by 9 so I can get back to work.
Instead - Charlie was the first one up and decided to remove every article of clothing from his dresser in search of the pair of pants he wore yesterday. (The objects of desire were in the laundry - but clean - but this was not discovered before leaving everything else he owns on the floor of his bedroom). As a side, I cannot tell you how sick I am of the red rain pants that must be worn 3-5 times a week along with this tie-dyed Pokemon shirt that is 3 sizes too large for him.
Charlie saw this a great opportunity to learn to fold clothes. Charlie is a bit compulsive - so the folding lesson - which I was able to demonstrate 36 times as I folded all the clothes he had dumped on the floor - took a long time - because he has the coordination of a 5 year old (and therefore folding abilities of same) but he is a perfectionist and wants it to look like a department store clerk folded it. By the end of this, the clothes he intended to wear were still no where near his body, but I was pleased to have his dresser reorganized and pulled out all the small clothes to save for Samantha and give away.
Samantha woke up amidst the hubaloo - and also had some issues with getting ready this morning. I had picked up a darling purple gingham tank top and bloomer set at a second hand store yesterday (then quickly washed it last night while doing laundry for the stupid red rain pants) and was excited to see her try it on. "No Dress Mama. Ham Jammies." (She pronounces her name like a pork-product). I couldn't find matching summer jammies last night, so she slept in a stained long sleeve hand-me-down pooh bear red white and blue shirt from Charlie and hot pink leggings. There is no way I'm going to send her out, even in Tillamook, in that get up. I stripped her, put on the purple gingham bloomers (for some reason these were acceptable) and asked Charlie to tell her how pretty the "shirt" was that went on top. (I didn't want her to think it was a dress - she's decided dresses are evil). I told her to let me know when she was ready for clothes went back into Charlie's room to finish his dresser until she came to me and said "Ready Shirt Mama".
Phew - crisis averted.
I was then told they were "hunry for freckfas", so down we headed for English Muffins, peanut butter and pears. I packed a lunch for Charlie and then the two of us went in search of his shoes - a tiresome daily routine.
After about 15 minutes of it I started yelling upstairs to Charlie "he was going to have to find a place to keep his sneakers he could remember and that he could go to daycare barefoot and if he didn't for all I cared since I was tired of starting so late because of this same battle every morning" until I was stopped by Samantha who came running out into the living room face covered and fists full of "I Can't Believe it's not Butter."
Apparently she can't believe it isn't either, because she was grinning from ear to ear saying "Budder mama!" Charlie then entered the room, carrying two cap guns (but no shoes) and asked "What'd she do mom?" I think he was going to use the 6-shooters as a new discliplinary method.
It was not until after 10 that I was able to sit quietly and reflect on my beautiful children, cleaned of margarine, shoes on, happily playing with their friends at Tillamook Bay Childcare Center. Why some mothers stay at home with their children is beyond me. ;-)
Chuck asked me to add the part about how he had to leave for Astoria at 7 a.m. this morning and found that his car battery was dead because Charlie had turned on the overhead dome light as he got out of his car last night...
making it necessary to jump his car with mine before he could leave for his
9 a.m. hearing 90 miles away.
I hope you are enjoying your summer - our vacation was WONDERFUL. Just fun family time, swimming, biking, tennis and sun (we left the margarine at home - and didn't wear shoes for a week). We returned and Summer is actually trying to break through the gray Oregon Coast weather.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

I had fun taking pictures at the party at the Wilson's. After playing with my camera for a while, Dave had to have one, so we had the dualing D70s going.

Link to the rest of my photos from the Wilson party...
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oh. Maybe that's why she's so silly. Posted by Picasa

How did this girl grow up so silly? This is Sammie wearing a piece of a pinata. Posted by Picasa

The youngest of the five Weeks boys, Bowen and Franklin. Tina's my hero. I'll never get how she stays so calm. They are just too too cute. Posted by Picasa

QB was a popular position. Despite Dave's offering of an orange and black tshirt and hat, Charlie wouldn't change. That boy deserves a raise in his allowance!

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Chuck playing defense - after Justin. Posted by Picasa

Sammie as receiver... Posted by Picasa