Thursday, March 30, 2006

Before Chevy Pulls them...

Check this out:

Chevy Apprentice ad 1




Follow up on this post. I already owned a magnet by the same company with the same quote that has been on my fridge for 2 years.

I want bra shopping yesterday, which although it is now infinitely more fun than it was BBR*, I still have a major concern. wtf is with under wire bras? Who, in their right mind wants to be jabbed and hoisted in the boob area by a hard wire? Can you imagine the fuss if someone tried to market an under wire jock strap? Push those little puppies up with the same material used to make clothes hangers? The men would laugh them right out of the undergarment industry.

*before breast reduction

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

I had to buy a magnet yesterday with this on it:
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience by which you really stop to look fear in the face... Do the thing you think you cannot do. - Eleanor Roosevelt
The same sentiment as one of my favorites:"Feel the fear, and do it anyway"

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Although we are having trouble with the concept that you don't get to eat native fish, Samantha nonetheless REALLY likes fishing steelhead. I have never been one of those moms that was really meticulous about retaining milestones, like first tooth, first steps, etc., but I shall forever remember my baby girl's first catch. Posted by Picasa

Saturday, March 11, 2006

The lyrics to one of Maria Muldaur’s songs have been running through my head this morning… (couldn't find it online, but it goes something like this):

dem dat know

know that they know

dem dat don’ know

they don’ know they don’ know

My daughter falls into the “they don’t know they don’t know” category.

It is sunny and beautiful in Tillamook this morning, although with a little remaining snow on the ground. Chris called up and asked if the boys would like to go fishing. My immediate reaction, was hey! I want to go fishing– but then I started dreading telling my little girl.

Samantha doesn’t know that she might be a pain, or understand why she doesn’t get included in boy time. Even though I promised her we’d do something fun, or have a friend over or something – she was very sad that she didn’t get to go fishing with the boys. She had a sleepover with Charlie and his buddy Richard the night before and didn’t understand the change in gears from all three of them piled in sleeping bags in the basement playing videogames, and snowball fights in the backyard to the boys and dads going off without her.

I told her it was hard to be left out, and I wanted to go too. I then said we are just going to have to grow up and show the boys we know how to fish too.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes (it has been a weepy household this week) and said – “ I already know how to fish. I just don’t know how to get the chance to show them.”

I ain’t going to be the one to tell her she don’t know.


I was chatting on the phone with Beth this week and wandered upstairs to grab something. Charlie was laying in bed sobbing – they weren’t angry tears but sad ones (you learn to distinguish these things when you have been monitoring your child’s mood for ten years) and his body was shaking. I quickly told Beth I’d call her later and went to see what was wrong. He couldn’t tell me but held out a letter he had found in his room that Gramma Bobby had written him a few years ago.

Oh baby – I miss her too.

I didn’t know how to comfort him. I hugged him hard and reminded him how much she loved him and how close they were since she lived with us until he was three. Then I started to cry too.

Friday, March 10, 2006

I am too damn old to be in a piano recital. 36 year olds don't belong in piano recitals. I knew this would happen. I just wanted to bring music back into my life and take advantage of the wonderful instrument in our dinning room, so I decided to take lessons from my children’s piano teacher during my lunch hour on the Thursdays I was home.

Now, not only am I supposed to play two songs in the next recital (I’m wondering if I will go before or after my 6 year old – who will sound better) I have been told I have to cut off my nails a month before the recital. What is up with that?? I love my girly nails. Plus now I have to actually practice. It is all very problematic.

Basil Mojito

Basil Mojito is a recipe from Hudson on the Bend’s second cookbook, Fired Up! More Adventures and Recipes From Hudson’s on the Bend, and was featured in Got Game in Texas Monthly’s July 2005 edition.

1 lime, halved lengthwise
2 ounces (1⁄4 cup) simple syrup (consult a cookbook for instructions) or 3 teaspoons sugar
10 fresh basil leaves plus a sprig for garnish
1⁄2 cup ice
1 to 1 1⁄2ounces rum
2 ounces (1⁄4 cup) club soda
Squeeze half the lime into a tall glass. Cut other half into 4 wedges and put 3 in the glass. Add simple syrup and basil leaves and muddle to extract flavor. Add ice, rum, and club soda; stir. Garnish with basil sprig and remaining lime wedge. Makes 1 drink.
Bummer for the kids that it was already a teacher work day. Given the NW ability to deal with inclimate weather, my guess is even these two wet inches might have scored them a day off from school. For the second time in the 7 years I have lived in Tillamook it snowed! One of the things I miss about growing up in Boulder is waking up to see the streets covered with white.
Quote of the day: "I don't know why the Silverware organizing tray is in the bathtub but it scares me." - crm

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Hail is a frequent winter visitor to this area – but until this morning I have never seen the storms last very long, or the hail to accumulate.

I’m now looking out at a blanket of little white ice beads. It looks like a bean bag broke over the town of Tillamook.

It gave me great pleasure to see a jacked up Chevy with a Confederate flag on its rear window go skidding around a corner on Main St. when I dropped Samantha at school this morning.

The hail made quite an impression on Magda. (or should I say the opposite was true since you can see in the picture Magda's impression on the hail ;-)

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Our dryer is out I called mom yesterday to ask if it would be ok if I showed up with many bags of laundry and take advantage of her multiple washer - dryer setup. In passing I asked if “my room” was ready for me. I have laid claim to a basement room notable for a new comfy queen sized bed, wired DSL connection and Dishnetwork Satellite TV. “We’re ready for you,” she bubbled. “the sheets are fresh as a pancake.”

(?)

I love my mother with all my heart, but what in the world do sheets that are fresh as a pancake mean? Should I contrast it with stale as a waffle? I tried to get her to clarify but she couldn’t explain. She said, “I don't know why I said that, I don’t even like pancakes.”


Going out to the farm is sort of like curling up on a couch with a good book, putting on fuzzy slippers and playing solitaire in front of a warm fire, or eating home made mashed potatoes and gravy. It provides comfort.
I got out of my car after the long drive out there after work and looked up to see the clear but cold night sky filled with stars and listen to what had to be millions of frogs welcome me to Scappoose.


Seven loads later I finally called it a night. For a few hours anyway. Points for staying up until 1 a.m doing laundry and getting up at 6 a.m to head to Club Deluxe for a workout.

oops

Report from the home front:
Apparantly Samantha didn't want to put pants on this morning. When her father told her to put them on she said:
"If I don't do that - what are you going to do to me? You can't do anything"
It appears this impression was corrected by Pa.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Tomorrow night I am hosting Pinochle for 12 women. Every year I work hard to outdo my previous efforts with food/prizes etc. with the end result being I’m a basket case by the time we play cards. This year’s menu:

Caramel Corn Snack Mix – The first year I served it the ladies went crazy for this. It has pretzels, pecans, popcorn and rice chex and it is covered with home made caramel and then baked. Despite serving some fairly complex dishes that year (chicken Florentine in pastry, etc) the one thing they coudln't get enough of was the silly caramel soaked cereal squares. Gotta serve it.

Spiced pecans – or mixed nuts – I spice pecans with a Rum glaze. Nice addition to the table. It is a given that each monthly host puts nuts and something sweet on each of the three tables.

Creamy Chicken and Rice Casserole with Peas, Carrots, and Cheddar cheese – I’m trying a new dish. This crowd I suspect would enjoy this type of comfort food.
biscuits with honey and butter – thought it sounded good with the chicken casserole to have hot biscuits coming out of the oven.

Cornucopia Salad – another must serve to this crowd. This recipe shared by my sister in law is a favorite – candied almonds, oranges, two different kinds of leaf lettuce, avocado, apple and a nice vinaigrette.

Apple crisp and Vanilla Ice Cream – I was going to make a Dutch apple pie, but am not going to have time.

Strawberry Daiquiris – Why not?
Coffee
Tea
Soda
Because of various illness etc., I ended up needing four subs, so this evening I invited the Knutsens and my MIL over to share a pork roast Sunday dinner and give them an overview of partnership auction pinochle so that Beth and Joyce could sit in as subs tomorrow night.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

here I go again!

Thank you for registering for the 06 Danskin Tri Series online.

Friday, March 03, 2006

We are considering getting Charlie setup with tropical fish for his 10th birthday this month. Any aquarium experts out there? Are huge amounts of time required? How long can they be left without a house sitter? Should we consider other aquarium things? (Hermit Crabs, Lizards? Turtles? – no rodents. I don’t do rodents).

We had one really sorry experience with aquatic creatures – we tried to raise tadpoles into frogs – and shortly after the tail started showing and little leg stumps appeared “Swim” & “Dive” died. I’m fairly certain they were over fed by a very attentive (at the time) 6 year old boy that culminated in a incredibly painful memorial ceremony. Charlie and I took Dive out to the backyard to bury him and he looked up at me with tear filled eyes and asked if I would sing the Babe the Pig theme (we’re a fairly secular family, I think this was the best he could come up with and it was a familiar lullaby I had sang to him every night since he was an infant ). I got through the first few lines…

If I had words to make a day for you
I sing you a morning golden and new
I would make this day last for all time
Give you a night deep in moon shine

…and then completely lost it. My husband saw Charlie and I come in from outside, both crying and asked us what in the world had happened???

After choking out “We just buried Dive.” I made a silent vow we were done with pets. (Swim died a few weeks later and was flushed when Charlie was sleeping, sans ceremony).

Four years later, however, we have a wonderful dog who we have kept happily alive for two years now. Since I don’t want to get Charlie another video game for his birthday, I find myself contemplating tropical fish. I’d love your insight.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Report from the next morning:

So, the bunch of tarts that we are - we could not agree on a location last night for dinner– debate went back and forth about atmosphere, late night happy hour menus, cost and distance to Michelle’s. As 9 p.m. approached, we were in a weakened state brought on by low blood sugar levels.

When Nell Anne told us to quit f’in around and list everyone’s top two choices and focus the discussion on the ones with multiple votes and we ended up with 6 different restaurants I thought she was going to start throwing things.

Finally, I told them everyone was going to write their top two choices (which had changed since the last exercise) and put them in a hat. There was going to be no further discussion once a name was drawn we were just going to pile into the car and go.

So – in to the hat goes:

Deb’s picks: Ringside (great, cheap happy hour food, comfy atmosphere) or Cactus Jacks (I like the bartender and it is across the street from Nell Anne’s where I was crashing).

Nell Anne’s picks: Sushi (Michelle hates seafood) or Stockpot ($$ but good food, good atmosphere and close)

Mikki’s picks: Ringside and Brasserie Montmartre (wtf? Expensive and downtown, so annoying to get to – which didn’t match any of the proposed initial guidelines– but agreeably an enormous treat)

When Marianella (Mikki’s roommate) acting as a disinterested third party pulled “Brasserie” out of the hat – I looked at Mikki and said “you’re driving.” (I should have also said “you’re paying...”)

At the thought of driving downtown –NAO was on the verge of climbing onto a building and taking other people out with a high powered rifle. We had to get this girl a smoke, a cocktail and a snack quickly or things were going to get ugly. We climbed into Mikki’s vehicle and rallied enough to drive to the Bras. GUESS WHAT? it was closed for a major remodel.

Can I tell you how delicious and cheap the Ringside was? Or should I instead focus on the calming effect that sharing a bottle of Cottonwood Pinot Noir with Michelle had on Nell Anne?

It was a lovely evening! Much girl gossip, giggling and wonderful $2.95 plates of fried oysters, prime rib dippers, caeser salads and a lovely lemon drop or two.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

follow up post: Nell Anne finally showed up. She yawned and I mentioned that we were going to have to get going or deb was going to be ready to crash. Mikki says:
"You're both lame.... Well, Nell Anne's not lame." Man good friends are hard to find.
I’m waiting and waiting to go out with the girls tonight. It is almost 8pm and they don’t seem to understand that since I get at 5 a.m. I turn into a pumpkin by 9. They are just getting revved up I fear, we are still waiting to head out for dinner. I’m going to have to rally.
I got recruited into the summer picnic committee at work. I agreed on the condition that we hold committee meetings during Happy Hour and only cool people were on the committee. Ed and Katie and I had a great time at our first meeting after work today. :-)

Michele is making pozole – I’m sitting in her kitchen watching and waiting for whatever our evening next holds.