Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sergio asked me recently if I could be any more pitiful and I answered, "every time I think I have hit the bottom I find a whole new level of pitiful, so probably yes." And that has been my life for the last week and a half or so. It started with some mysterious symptoms while we were staying in Pocahontas. When I called to ask my midwife about them I was told to go immediately to the emergency room. Okay, sure. I don't think it is that big of a deal, but we are out of town, so I go. An infection, but probably not pre-term labor. Here, have an incredibly painful shot in the rear end and then you need to drive an hour and 20 minutes up the road to the nearest Ob/gyn office and be monitored there.
Two hours later, Sergio and I are sitting in the Newport, AR OB office surrounded by very nice people, but also lots and lots of abandoned bloody surgical instruments. Again I am placed in a butt-less gown and hooked up to monitors. As we suspected, nothing. But hey! Why not another painful shot in the rear for good measure?! You know it is going to be unpleasant when their words of comfort are, "okay, brace yourself for a big stick and then burning."
I get a prescription and we drive on down to Little Rock a day early. It is difficult to sit in the car because of my shots.
And then Christmas Eve and Christmas! Yay! Lots of fun and good food and watching my great Aunts and cousins and grandmother attempt guitar hero! Ashley, Carla, Mom...I need you to send me pictures because I was too lazy to get my camera out of the car. So the holiday itself was lovely, even the part where we didn't go to bed until 1:00 am and then my niece burst into the room at 5:30 am with, "Aunt Dawn, Uncle Sergio come on. Santa Claus already came!"
There were just two relatively small problems. The prescription I was given was causing the most insane heartburn I have had since I was on daily reflux medication, and I was coming down with a cold I had carried with me from Dallas. Separately these things are irritating. Together they are the makings of a horror film. And that brings us to yesterday at the Babies R Us.
I begin to have a coughing fit at the front of the store. The mucus in my head is so thick that I can't get a breath between the coughs. On top of this I can still feel my breakfast burning a hole in my chest. I take off toward the back where I had seen the bathroom. Three steps into this journey I vomit. I don't know what other people would do in this situation. Maybe there is something more rational than what I did. You'll have to let me know. I simply caught the vomit below my chin and held it there while I calmly continued to walk to the back of the store, all the time hoping I wouldn't cough again and splatter everywhere. By the time I make my way to the back I have snot dripping profusely out of my nose into the rest of the mess and I know I am about to lose it again if I don't find somewhere to unload. And then I get there. Ladies Restroom. Finally.
Closed for cleaning.
I can see the man inside cleaning, but can't explain why I need in. I open the door to the Mother's Room. No sink, no trash can, no toilet. At this point I am no longer calm, but start running toward the men's restroom. Before I get there I see the water fountain. And that I where I finally manage to let go.
And at the risk of coming off as a total hypochondriac I won't even go into the part about throwing my back out so that every time I cough my left leg buckles. Let's just all agree that my child might be trying to kill me, and pregnancy is stupid.
I don't know exactly what I am surrendering to, but I surrender. You win.
Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I had to stay late at work for parent night and while we waited for the event to begin a coworker checked the news. Turns out the bank up our street had been held at gunpoint the previous hour. A security guard had been shot, and the suspect had been killed. All the other schools in the area had been on lockdown, but not us. We were oblivious. It is events like this that cause people to make faces when I tell them what neighborhood I work in. Or the time all of our pipes were stolen so the bathrooms didn't work for a day. Because sewage pipes hold some sort of value, I guess. Good times.
When it was finally time to leave I realized I had misplaced my keys. This only took moments to clear up, but I hate that panicky feeling you get when you realize it is 7 pm and you might have no way home and your husband has the other set of keys but only a bike and it is dark and the roads are slippery.
And that was my day. How was yours?
Thursday, December 04, 2008
This is our lovely daughter posing in profile. You'll notice a cute button nose and the development of the signiture Barron cheeks. In the second piture Rosalind shows off some flexibility by nearly touching her head with her feet. Lets hope that ability will be used as a gymnast instead of as a rockette.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
One more day of work and then Thanksgiving break! I will also be chalking up my hoarding of pies to pregnancy hormones. What a neat excuse this is turning out to be!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
It is just so rude! Think it if you must, but don't say it out loud.
I KNOW we might not do all of these things when the reality of the situation hits. Childbirth is unfathomable and unpredictable, breastfeeding is difficult and painful, cloth diapers are extra work. Dur. But is there any harm in planning it the way I would like for it to occur?
Phew! Having said all of that, let's get back to the point. Why did we lean toward midwives and natural childbirth? Sergio was born at a birth center with a midwife. His mom really enjoyed that experience. My mom had my brother and I naturally as well, though I don't believe it was necessarily planned that way. I have two good examples of women who managed just fine. It is a matter of if they can do it then I can do it too. Another reason for the midwife is the amount of information I have gathered over the last few years. If the pregnancy and delivery remain low risk then I will have much more control over labor than I would in a hospital. Small things like being able to move around the room, sit in the shower, walk around outside, eat, and drink, to big things like whether or not to induce labor will be within my control. After the baby is born I can hold her for as long as I want before passing her off for inspection. Do I want to wait to cut the umbilical cord until it stops pumping blood, or even hours later? I can do that if I so choose. And I can leave as early as four hours after I give birth. The whole thing is set up to give parents ultimate control and to promote intimate connection with the newborn. These are still just a few of the reasons, but I am rambling.
Why did we choose this particular birth center? Well, take a look.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I wish I could be more romantic about this process and write poetically about all the new things the baby does. For the life of me, though, I can't find a better description of the movement than, "it feels a lot like gas bubbles." I come by this honestly since the first thing my mother asked when I said I thought I was feeling her was, "it feels a lot like gas, doesn't it?" We are a sentimental family.
I am enjoying the moving. Every little while I get a quick moment of connection and reassurance that everything seems to be going along okay. Sometimes she fills up a boring moment. I was standing in class the other day waiting for something to do when she went nuts right up around my belly button. This is much higher than I normally feel her. I pushed on my stomach where I had felt her and she stopped moving. As soon as I let go I received a mighty kick. We did this two more times. It was most likely entirely involuntary, but it made me feel like she had accomplished something cognitive. And it made me laugh.
The only downside to this whole thing is that she seems to think my bladder is a toy. I don't really mind that too much, I guess, since it in no way affects what I eat. I love food.
Friday, November 21, 2008
1 cup vegetable oil
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 1/2 cups chopped yellow onions
1 cup chopped celery
1 cup chopped green bell peppers
1 pound hot smoked sausage, such as andouille or kielbasa, cut into cubes
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon cayenne
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
3 bay leaves
3 quarts chicken stock, recipe follows
3 cups cooked chicken, previously roasted
2 tablespoons chopped parsley
1/2 cup chopped green onions
Hot Sauce, optional
4 cups cooked long-grain white rice, previously cooked
In a large pot or Dutch oven, heat the oil over medium heat and stir in the flour. Stirring slowly and constantly for 20 to 25 minutes, make a dark brown roux, the color of chocolate.
Add the onions, celery, and bell peppers and continue to stir for 4 to 5 minutes, or until wilted. Add the sausage, chicken, salt, cayenne, pepper, and bay leaves and stir well. Cook, stirring, for 3 to 4 minutes.
Add the stock and stir well to combine with the roux mixture. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to medium-low. Cook, uncovered, stirring occasionally, for 1 hour.
Remove from the heat and stir in the parsley and green onions. Ladle into deep soup bowls. Serve with hot sauce, if desired. Place a scoop of rice in the middle and serve.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle.
I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,
Sunday, November 16, 2008
scrub the bathroom
do all the laundry
clean the kitchen
wash the sheets
vacuum the floors
buy toilet paper, tums, and fat pants
I had varying levels of success. The kitchen and bathroom are done, but the floors and laundry are only mostly done. The sheets are clean but the bed is still unmade at the moment. I did manage to hunt down the maternity department of Gap. It was in the very back corner of the Baby Gap, strangely enough. I then discovered the unadulterated joy of stretchy paneled pants. Pregnant or not, everyone should be wearing these things. They are silly comfortable.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
We have consumed items in bold. Won't try items in italics.
It's hard to believe the number of things on here that we haven't eaten. Well that's a challenge then.
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue
10. Baba ghanoush
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
47. Chicken tikka masala
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
60. Carob chips
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
79. Lapsang souchong
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
90. Criollo chocolate
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
This is around 12 weeks, I think. The first day someone I didn't know asked me if I was pregnant. A third grader poked my stomach and asked, "You belly big?"
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
We paid $28.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wine, you ask? Of course not. It is DHA infused pomegranate blueberry juice. Not awesome. We also have DHA infused eggs and milk. And we eat mercury free fish once or twice a week for the DHA and Omega 3's. I also have trail mix into which we added flax seed. Guess why.
If my child has bad eyes and a learning disorder it can't blame my womb...but only because Sergio is mean and forces me to eat funny things.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
"I love being pregnant, I feel so feminine and have so much energy!"
"I can eat whatever I want and it doesn't matter!"
"Pregnancy is wonderful. It is one of the greatest experiences a woman can have."
If you have ever uttered one of the above phrases or a variation thereof, please leave now. I have no use for you. In fact, if I had heard you use one of those lines a few weeks ago you might have ended up in a headlock. Pregnancy is rough. At the beginning when I could only move off of the couch long enough to lay in front of the toilet, I would have said it was the worst thing ever to happen to anyone. I am now highly medicated and will simply call it "rough."
Places I vomited in the first 14 weeks of pregnancy:
My parent's house
Iggy and Sara's house
Atlanta Bread Company
five strangers yards while walking the dog
If you have never had to make the slow walk from the electronics department in the very back of wal-mart to the bathroom at the very front so that you could then puke so much and so hard that it bounced back out of the toilet to cover your clothes...well, then consider yourself lucky. There is some poetry to the fact that I haven't shopped in a wal-mart in over four years and yet I managed to enter one just long enough to defile the restroom, don'tcha think?
Tomorrow, all the many things that made me vomit in the first 14 weeks of pregnancy. And then I promise to move on from the topic of puke.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Moving on. There are two place to go in Dallas if you want to be outside. White Rock Lake and the Katy Trail. Guess how many people in Dallas are aware of these places. Go ahead, guess. All of them. Every last human and their pet knows that these are the only two places to be on the weekend if you want to go outside. Now guess how much fun it is to go to these two places. None. Especially White Rock which is so covered with people you can't move and so covered with pets that you can't breathe for the poo smell. The Katy Trail is better, but only three miles long. Boo.
I guess that is it for now. Marvel at our thrilling existence!
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Anyway....um...where was I?
An update I guess. Sergio continues to extern. He writes memos and letters and sits in on meetings with lots of other lawyers. He is lead attorney for two cases. You would have to ask him exactly what that entails, but it sounds good either way.
I am a substitute teacher. So far I have done 3rd grade special ed, 4th grade math and science, high school art, algebra II, algebra I, eighth grade math, and US History. It is God's little joke that I keep getting math classes. Every single day I hear children discuss things that should be far too mature for them to understand. I simply ask that they keep the foul language to a whisper so I don't have to acknowledge it. And to please stop discussing their first time at the top of their lungs. Please.
Eliot's rear end is swollen and red again, but not in the same way as last time when he went to the emergency vet. We are hoping that this will miraculously disappear. Any thoughts on what this might be?
My father turned fifty last week. We went to Little Rock for his birthday party. Evidently the fiftieth birthday is that of the jello shot and the raunchy card. Forty was also for the raunchy card, but fifty really went above and beyond. It was actually a very nice and tame party that involved mostly Baggo and lots of food, but the other stuff did make an appearance. Happy birthday, Dad!
Now I need a nap. If you think I am joking, think again.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sergio turns 26 today. I have always thought it was funny that the first day of fall usually (or is it always?) happens on his birthday. Even fetus Sergio knew that he wanted no part of summer and waited around until fall officially began. And nothing has changed on that front.
We had to get creative this year when it came to celebrating since unpaid externs and unemployed teachers don't make good money. Or any, rather. So on Friday we went to a high school football game. In Texas! Between ranked teams! That is like the ultimate in high school football, in case you weren't aware. By the time we found our way to Allen, TX they had already had kickoff and we learned that it was standing room only. And so we stood between stands near the endzones at a gate...the whole time. We could only see half of the game at this vantage point, but it was pretty exciting either way. True to my young self, when I couldn't see the game or just didn't care, I resorted to watching the people. The band, the cheerleaders, the drill team, fans. I even watched a young girl in front of me try to hole up near a gate and read a book. Kindred spirit.
If you are looking for something to do on a friday night, you might just go to a local game. I think we might start making a habit of it. But only at games that have seats available. Happy birthday, Sergio!
This isn't a political blog and we rarely dabble in commentary on the news, but I have a couple pennies. The current economic situation has been difficult for me to understand and the proposed solution may be even harder to grasp but I heard someone on the Sunday morning news with Mr. Stephonopolis (no idea how to spell that) give a fairly concise description of what is happening. The summary is that the "US government is now privatising wealth and nationalizing the problem", in this case bad loans. That struck me as a good way to look at the issue.
(P.S. The cartoon above was created by Mr. Danziger, who I hope will not sue me for posting it)
Friday, September 19, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
It is not bad at all. It was funny and we enjoyed it.
Hamlet 2 ♣♣½
Pretty much what we said before. Be prepared to have the song "Rock Me Sexy Jesus" in your head for days. And yes, it is stuck in my head again since I wrote that.
Baby Mama ♣♣½
A couple of really funny moments, sweet and enjoyable.
All of these movies are funny and good for an afternoon or rental. We considered giving them threes for their watch-abliity, but went with less because you won't remember much about them a couple of hours after watching. Except that song, of course.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
I got up at 6:00 and got all of my gear ready, my towel rolled, my shirt neatly folded, a place for everything and everything in it's place. I've got this down by now. I got out the door and onto my bike at 6:40 sharp, I went to the automatic gate, I did a slow clockwise turn to give the sensor time to open up the gate. I was on the street and making good time. A perfect start to a new day. I get to the first stop light; green mean go. I get to the second stop light; red means slowly approach the light and try to balance on the bike without getting off the pedals. I was doing well, this way I can get a quick start when the light turns green, but that light is taking forever. Balance, balance, press the brake, I've got cars behind me, Oh come on, turn. Wait, oh, I'm falling, I'm going zero miles per hour and the light is still red and I'm falling right over on my side in front of all these Dallas early morning drivers who probably think I shouldn't be on their road anyways. Well that was embarrassing, but no harm no foul, just a scratch. I got on my bike and got to work, I could tell the knee kind of hurt though, something about my foot staying in the stirrups and my knee turning the other direction. Anyways, long story short, I'm on the couch right now with my knee in a brace and a doctor's words about sprained knee ligaments in my ear.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
While Sergio and I have opinions on Sarah Palin, oh so very many opinions, we are not going to share them. However, this clip is awesome because it focuses on media coverage and not really on her. If we can't all come together to laugh at Bill O'Reilly and Karl Rove then who can we come together and laugh at?
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
"Shut yo mouth and watch TV"
And he would point dramatically at the end. I laughed so hard I cried and David decided he liked that.
"Shut yo mouth and watch TV" Glare and Point.
"Shut yo mouth and watch TV" Glare and Point
"Shut yo mouth and watch TV" and then he clapped his hands together, bowed his head, closed his eyes and said, "Amen."
And we all lost it even more.
I just want to make sure I remember that a long time from now.
Monday, August 25, 2008
We think this is among the better markets we have ever experienced. It is almost strictly produce based with just a few off shoots of flea market fare or fair food, but that is okay because the produce is awesome and it goes on everyday. Here are some pictures from the first time Sergio and I went to the market and we allowed ourselves to buy anything we wanted without taking into account that we couldn't possible finish it all before it went bad. We figured it up afterward. We spent $25 dollars on all of this stuff. Had we bought the same items at any local market in Portland we would have spent roughly $52. And it wouldn't have tasted as good either.
This time we bought greens and purple hull peas. Wish me luck as I attempt to cook both of these items for the first time. I think the key is lots of bacon.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
...Just a 14 year old, three pound chihuahua IN a pillow on the blanket on the floor.
Pita likes to hide in blankets so that when you collapse onto something your heart stops halfway down because you might be about to land on her and not know it. This is my in-laws dog.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
We painted. And this is what happened. Three walls in our living room are yellow or "Brass," and two great big walls are green or "Sweet Annie." Because the room had to be painted with semi-gloss, the yellow is what Sergio refers to as "Nacho cheese." And that is pretty much right on. But we both really like it anyway. It makes the room so much more homey than the normal sanitorium white walls of most apartments.
Unfortunately, the kitchen chairs turned out funny. They were meant to be bright red. Think Fire Engine. Instead they turned out Watermelon. Or maybe Salmon. This is what happens when you buy $3 Oops paint at Lowe's thinking it will work just fine. I was quite disappointed at first, but have since learned to like the fruity chairs. We also have a bright red bowl on the table, pumpkin orange measuring cups hanging from a shelf, and tomatoes on the table. Our kitchen is a cacaphony of oranges, reds, and pinks.
So now I can mark one thing off of my list of fifty things to do before I croak. I painted my house obnoxious colors just because I could.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
We have been to Dallas and seen our apartment. We painted and cleaned and tried to get to know as much of the city as possible in five days, with mixed results. And then we turned around and came up to Little Rock.
All of these things deserve a post of their own but we can't seem to get internet anywhere right now and our pictures are trapped on our computer. This is my parents computer, if you were wondering.
Good things about Dallas so far:
Grilled cuban sandwiches
spicy thai that delivers
good food on every corner at affordable prices
the building Sergio will be working at
Bad things about Dallas so far:
no free wifi
loopy one way streets
the insane heat
On a different note, my nephew is two now. I wish I had internet on the right day or could post a picture now, but this will have to do. Happy Birthday David! It turns out that two likes to push noisy things around the house, spin cars in chairs, and hit golf golfs (golf balls) with spoons (golf clubs).
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
We are out of here tomorrow as soon as my classes are over at 1:30. Phew.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
And it has been very hot, leading us to take cold showers, eat every meal outside the house, and not dry my hair. Here is dinner out, non blow-dried hair, after a cold shower.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Last weekend we marked one thing off of the WANTS, though. We drove out to the coast on Sunday and walked around the cute town portion of Cannon Beach. We explored all the funky sea life attached to Haystack Rock (if you blow on the seemingly inanimate objects it turns out they will either move or spit). We had lunch at a brew pub next to a fire place (because it is still cold and windy on the coast). After that we bought a small kite at a kite store and drove further up the coast. We got out at a little space in the trees that had a hiking trail down to a secluded surfer's beach and we hiked. Along the way we stopped to marvel at the enormous slugs (a practice that just never gets old), and at one point came face to face with a little black and white snake. We were less fond of this. A little further down the path we saw another of the same sort of snake in the path, but not until we were quite close. Sergio, the snake, and I all jumped about a foot, but Eliot never noticed a thing. He's an awesome guard dog. As soon as we got to the beach we realized it was anything but secluded and turned right around. We stopped a little further up the road at a quiet wind-surfers beach called Manzanita. It was here that we let Eliot off of his leash, set up the kite, attached it to the dogs harness and let him fly the kite all day long. Yes, it is so very easy to fly a kite on the windy beaches of Oregon that a mini poodle can do it. Everyone should try this sometime. Eliot spent about an hour fetching a huge stick out of the water while pulling a kite. He slept well that night.
It was a lovely day and certainly something we will miss about this part of the country.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
There were two jokes in the whole movie. They just used them over and over and over again. The worst part was that Zohan is an alpha male character instead of Sandler's normal "quirky guy the world has spit on" character. It was hard to find the charm that usually accompanies his movies.
National Treasure II ♣♣♣½
I don't know why people give these such a hard time. A little history, a lot of adventure, and a healthy dose of the absurd. What's not to like?
Get Smart ♣♣♣½
We thought it was really funny. A perfect summer afternoon movie.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Anyway, I only have a couple of minutes, but I wanted to say hi and that you should check back and hear all about:
My best friend's wedding (not the movie)
How I still don't fit into the small town I partially grew up in and still have the ability to make grown men that I barely know yell at me for being a "naive little girl" since I don't believe Obama is the antichrist. How dare I?!
How a poodle behaves when he finds four miniature chocolate bars in the bottom of a gift bag that I forgot all about. LIke he is on speed. That is how he acts. Except it is really sad and not funny like it sounds like it might be.
How Sergio and I played trivia at a bar with some friends and thought we did really well but ended up third to last.
and finally, how Sergio and I finally saw an Adam Sandler movie we just didn't like much at all.
So check back. We'll do better. We promise. And if not, we will at least post movie reviews sometime.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
THE GRADUATE............................................................ Dawn is older than me after all
We would feel bad if we didn't mention that in the last couple of month's our friends Sam, Nikki, and Ryan also graduated, Congrats everyone.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Sergio is going to make an appearance in court tomorrow. As a lawyer. In case there was any confusion.
A student shook my soda today and my first thought was that a wet willy would do this kid some good. I did not act on that thought. Instead I told him his apology wasn't worth anything and broke his spirit. Job well done.
Eliot loves his carrot. A lot. SQUEEK!
If you want to see the rest of our pictures from spring break, or the new car, we loaded them into flickr. Link on the side of the page.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Just over two and a half weeks to go...
unless you go by just school days because then it is 13 and half days...
but I have to miss two days for a wedding in Georgia so...11 1/2...
and I forgot about memorial day so now we are down to 10 1/2...
which means just 84 hours.
and I think I can deal with that.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
1. Get to a point in my life where I never have to take another math test ever again. And I really mean never again this time.
2. Own a horse
3. Beat Sergio at the game of Risk
4. Play golf well enough not to wonder why people play golf
5. Vacation on a sail boat
6. Really take up photography as a hobby
7. Go to a costume party
8. Have my teeth professionally whitened on a regular basis
9. Have both medical and dental insurance
10. Read the Little House On the Prairie Series to my kids
11. Conquer my fear of the telephone
12. Host a dinner party
13. Go to a spa
14. Eat at a Michelin rated restaurant
15. Sit on a porch swing and watch a storm...as often as possible
17. Have an old-fashioned photo made with Sergio (like in Branson!)
18. Scuba dive
19. Ride in a hot air balloon that is not still tethered to the ground
20. Research my family history
21. Love my child as much as we love Eliot
22. Not have to wear contacts/glasses anymore
23. Paint my home obnoxious colors just because I can
24. Take one change of clothes on a vacation and buy a new wardrobe along the way
25. Have one home/town in which my children are raised
Sergio's Next 25
1. Climb a fourteener
2. Write a book
3. Fly fish
4. Move Cattle
5. Adopt a child
6. Close my eyes in a field in Montana
7. Cook a meal for my parents and my in-laws, at the same time
8. Help my niece learn spanish
9. Help my niece remember me
10. Get to know my nephew
11. Get to know my next niece
12. Brew my own beer
13. Pray for everyone but myself
14. Enjoy a wheat beer while standing in direct sunlight
15. Gawk at my wife, again
16. Hug Eliot, again
17. Enjoy a pilsner while standing in direct sunlight
18. Explain 1984 to a child
19. Play in the world series of poker
20. Explain football to a child
21. Lose the world series of poker before I get cocky and think I could do that for a living
22. Stop moving
23. Wear a bow tie and suspenders with a vest
24. Get my hair cut once a week
25. Win a Criminal Trial
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Sergio and I decided to take advantage of the weather and go for a bike ride at Sauvie Island. It has this really popular 12 mile loop that is almost perfectly flat the whole way. If you come to Portland in the spring or summer it is worth going around the loop. It is almost like stepping back in time. Very agricultural, one school, one community church, a general store. Most of the rest of the island is a wildlife preserve. It would have been just lovely if we hadn't gotten lost. Instead of doing a nice little 12 mile loop we managed to do a 24 mile out and back. This might not be a big deal for someone else, but for a girl who has used every excuse she could since starting grad school to let herself get mostly out of shape and is still coming off of a chest congestion cold...it was pretty darn hard. Now that I am no longer on the bike I think I can admit that it was mostly fun.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
We didn't like it at all, but I think it did exactly what it was supposed to do so it gets a full two points. I suppose if you liked the story you would also like the movie.
I am Legend ♣♣♣
If you want to feel alternately nervous and sad for two hours then this is the movie for you.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall ♣♣♣½
Another Apatow and Crew creation. Pretty much always a recipe to make us happy.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Had I read the details I might have realized Visual Methaphor means "acting out fairy tales and fables in funny handmade masks." It also meant lots of work with scissors and construction paper, as well as, "Now everybody stand in a circle, squat, growl like a bear and stomp around the room." And then we acted like frogs. And then like royalty. And then my soul died.
Let me just say that there was no part of this class that made me happy except that it only lasted three days. The fact that every time I growled like a bear I then coughed and hacked for a good ten minutes only made it more awesome. I spent yesterday trying to sleep off this cold, but between you and me, I think I needed some of that time to recover from my weekend.
Picture below: This is the mask I made in class by smearing vaseline all over my head and then having cold, wet plaster stuck to my face. After that I added more plaster to the nose, cheeks, eyebrows, chin, and jowls to make it look like a grumpy old man. I think I succeeded at making it look like an old woman two weeks dead.Edited to add: This was a class I took for grad school credit with other adults, not something I did with my seventh graders. There was some confusion on that point.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
I'm so fully engrossed in my finals this week that I managed to finish this book today. A short review is in order. I liked it, not because it was a good book, but because it was about an interesting topic, the religion of the founding fathers and by proxy our country. How's that for short, anyways it's worth a read, if your interested.
"As in so many things, the wise American president can learn much from Lincoln, who once told some visiting ministers that he did not worry whether God was on his side or not, 'for I know that the Lord is always on the side of the right.' It was, Lincoln said, 'my constant anxiety and prayer that I and this nation should be on the Lord's side."
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
As Sergio and I made our way to the teeny shop situated next to an adult movie theater and up the road from many strip joints, we passed one such family. The young son (let's say ten yrs old) was struggling with an oddly shaped donut the size of his head. We were mildly curious about what he had found. And then we saw it. What we can't decide for sure is whether the parents realized what the kid ordered and didn't mind (very Portland attitude), or if they just didn't notice at all. Either way, I will never forget the image of a ten year old boy walking down the street eating a very large donut replica of the male anatomy.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
My problem with this practice is not necessarily that private schools are getting title 1 funds but that the distribution model is different for private and public schools.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Some of you may have seen this on the news, but for those of you who haven't this is an advertisement Absolut Vodka ran in Mexico. It has apparently caused quite an uproar in the US but I think it's great, and in any case very good advertising.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
This is a simple little football movie that (I think) was made entirely by a church and its congregation. Writers, actors, caterers, etc. It is heavy on the religion, and not necessarily something we would have watched on our own. We both agreed, though, that the production value was incredible for a small independent film, and we applauded the project on the whole. Once in a while I broke out in a mild blush at a poor acting moment, or overly earnest dialogue, but not a bad way to spend an hour and half.
Okay, I'll admit when I saw these previews I could not figure out who would want to see this movie. I don't know exactly what I thought it would be, but I was not interested. Neither was Sergio. But then something strange happened. It got great ratings and wonderful reviews, and of course, I had to know what the big deal was. One word: charming. No, wait...two words: charming and funny.
Michael Clayton ♣♣♣½
Good story, good acting. The only problem was Sergio telling me that this could really be what it's like for some lawyers. Scary thought.
The Darjeeling Limited ♣♣♣½
Totally Wes Anderson, but a little less goofy than his latest movies, like Zissou. Made me think more of The Royal Tenenbaums, which is my favorite...yippy!
I watched this awhile ago, so my rating might be a bit skewed. Sergio didn't pay attention, so this is all me. I wanted to see this movie because I wondered if the ratings had been skewed by the untimely and tragic death of the writer/director/actress. Verdict: I don't know. I liked it a lot, but I can see that some people might not. If you miss seeing Andy Griffith on television then check this out. He is pretty funny.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Um...what? It basically just comes across as a smear campaign against Arkansas and all of our sneaky, dirty, backwoods ways. Also, I can't tell you how many times Sergio and I have compared the two states. You step outside Portland city limits and it's just not that different.
Anyway, back to spring break. After Oklahoma there was Texas and New Mexico. We stopped outside of Albuquerque for a night. Somewhere in Texas (I think) we saw an advertisement for the largest cross in the Western Hemisphere. We didn't bother to exit and see this cross because, HEY, it's BIG. We could see it from the road. Though it certainly was large, I felt like I had seen bigger crosses before at some of the mega-churches. I would be interested to know exactly how they are measuring. Perhaps the girth of the cross is what earned it the honored title of Largest Cross in the Western Hemisphere. You have to love America and its dedication to completely obscure objects. Stay tuned for our brief encounter with the World's Largest Thermometer!
I don't know why we can't get some of our pictures to flip, but you get the idea. Also, I can't remember what state that Navajo store was in, and I missed the New in the New Mexico sign. The speed limit in both NM and Arizona was 75 mph, so you can see how I might not have had time to frame the shot.