Thursday, January 31, 2008

Sweeter Than Birthday Cake

In keeping with our long-standing birthday tradition, comes now the annual photo of Laura and her birthday tree. This year Laura's tree is a little slow in getting its bloom on, but if you look carefully, you will see that those tiny white flowers are peeking out just enough to offer a proper birthday greeting.
2008

Another birthday tradition, not quite as old as the photograph under the tree, happens at Laura's school. On his or her birthday, the Spanish teacher spins the child around three times and allows him or her to make a wish.


Señora [with accent]: “Laura, what is your birthday wish?”

Laura: [Looks thoughtful]

Señora: “Do you want new toys?”

Laura: “No.”

Señora: “Do you want pretty new clothes?”

Laura: “No.”

Señora: “Do you want to have a lovely new room?”

Laura: “No.”

Señora: “Well, then, what is your birthday wish?”

Laura: “To see my grandma.”

Señora: “Ahhhhh. Laura, that is a very good birthday wish.”

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Denial Ain't Just a River in Egypt

I would like to think that my new shirt makes me look like a Panther . . .

. . . rather than a Cougar.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Why Buy the Cow?

When Courtney and I went to Rome last spring, I decided to leave my Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi behind in favor of traveling light. I don't know what I was thinking. I typically carry a lot of baggage find myself prepared for anything. I so regretted not having a lens with decent zoom when it turned out that the hotel concierge was smitten with Courtney's long blond hair and gave us his last two we found ourselves blessed to receive tickets to the Easter Vigil in St. Peter's Basilica, led by Pope Benedict XVI. All that I had to photograph it was my Canon PowerShot SD700 IS.

My photos of the Pope sucked.


So did my photos of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Not only was my camera inadequate, but I was packed into the Sistine Chapel like a sardine in a can and I was trying to watch out for the pickpockets that the guide books promised would be there preying (as opposed to praying; hee hee, I made a funny).


But apparently one of my photos from Rome did not suck too bad (although I like these photos much better).


I was contacted by Schmap Guides and they asked if I would allow them to use my photo of the then-soon-to-be-opened Louis Vuitton store on Via Condotti. Here is the Schmap Rome Guide which contains my photo:



Schmaps did not offer me any money to use my photo, but like the geeky girl in high school who gets asked out by the captain of the football team, I gave it away for free just because I was flattered they'd noticed me.

Monday, January 21, 2008

They Built a Better Mousetrap

So, I was working out last week with Alyssa, and we were chatting while I lunged and curled and whined rocked it in the gym.

Cheri: “My new car will arrive on Monday or Tuesday.”

Alyssa: “What did you get?”

Cheri: “The Volvo XC90.”

Alyssa [flinches visibly]: “A Vulva?”

Cheri: “Well, if you’re going to put it like that . . . gosh. I wanted a car with a third-row seat that’s not in a minivan. No. Minivan. Ever.”

Alyssa: “Well, what color did you get? Please say black.”

Cheri: “Willow Green.”

Alyssa [flinches visibly, again]: “Green? Green? Did you really get a green one?”

Cheri [meek and defensive]: “Yeah. But it’s a silvery green.”

Alyssa: “Green? Really? Green? You’re going to be driving around in a booger.”

The car is now in my possession and Alyssa has seen it. She even retracted her booger statement and admitted tried to make me feel better by saying that the color was pretty. However, I have since learned that although I am not driving a booger (the silvery green is pretty, dang it), I am apparently driving a Willow Green mousetrap. As I was Googling around the series of tubes looking for some floor mats that would look nice covered with regurgitated groceries (Laura got carsick ten times in my last car, and, yes, I kept score), I found this thread (cut-and-pasted here in pertinent part):

hilary:
Mice are getting into the main body of the car on a nightly basis. The car has been into Volvo but they couldn't see how the mice were getting in. To be perfectly honest I don't think they really took me seriously! I am desperate to know if anybody else has ever had this problem with this particular car and if so, whether they ever found out how they were getting in. As far as I know the engine is unaffected. They just seem to hang out inside the car during the [night] and then leave again by morning.

csk365:
I have an 05 XC90 and the same thing just started happening to me. I have parked outside for nearly two years and this is the first time this has happened, but I had also left my car undriven for a couple weeks. The mice moved in to the cabin, started building a nest in the glove box using leaves from outside the car and even set up storage of extra leaves under the driver side mat. I actually saw a mouse run across the trunk of the car. I would love to know where they are coming in from. Since we live in the country, all of our car have had mice try to build nests under the hood of the car. That I can deal with, but not when they have moved inside the cabin of the car.

mrpb7029:
I also have an 06 Volvo XC90 and mice are getting into the cabin of this vehicle on a nightly basis. Would you have additional information on how the mice are entering the vehicle? I'm calling the dealership this morning. Please help - I can't stand getting into my car and I'm quite concerned I'm going to have an accident if I see a mouse while I'm driving.

bilthemech:
They are probably coming in the cowling ducts. You can install screens or put dryer sheets in the area to deter them.

csk365:
fyi, we screened the cowling ducts as well as the ducts at the back of the car that release the air pressure in the car when the doors are closed.

xc90kc:
We too have mice in our XC90. We got it in Sweden and I'm pretty sure it had mice droppings in it from the boat ride over. We've taken it to the dealer, paid 1000 dollars to have the dash/hvac torn apart, found the flaps in the rear side panels and put fine screen over them and yet still mice. I'm going to call the service manager at Volvo in KC and let him try once more, if he can't fix it I will not be buying Volvos from now on. This is sad, we love our car and watching [it] turn into a public mouse restroom has been painful.


I guess I’ll have to keep the new floor mats and my garage clean of all food debris. It isn’t like I haven’t had enough trouble and trouble and more trouble with All Manner of Infestation around here. But still, potential infestations of mice aside, and despite Alyssa’s feelings to the contrary, I am pleased to report that I am not the only one who thinks that the Volvo XC90 is the shit, although the Holy Father probably wouldn't express his feelings quite that way.


Saturday, January 19, 2008

23 from Dad, 23 from Mom

I admittedly grow a bit "restless" every year at about this time from the full season of the beer- and testosterone-induced screaming that is directed at our television set each and every Sunday. Surely the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and all that, but must the apple behave as its clone? Just try to imagine how my mind reeled and my body shuddered and my heart seized a bit when I found this written on the dry-erase board in Laura's room, in her handwriting:

It might be that I would have preferred to have found a crack pipe.

But then I made another discovery in her room, and I realized that not all of the traits that she may have picked up from me are recessive:

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

It's Not Whether You Win or Lose . . .

Can you finish these lines?

“One small step for man . . .”

“All of them had hair of gold, like their mother . . .”

“So bye, bye Miss American Pie . . .”

“Away to the window I flew like a flash . . .”

“The fundamental things apply . . .”


In the board game Finish Lines, players compete to finish famous lines from television, movies, literature, music, nursery rhymes, proverbs, and such like. Be the first to correctly finish eleven phrases such as “From the town of Bedrock . . .” or “Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard . . .” or “And I am telling you . . . ” and you win the game.

Courtney gave Finish Lines to Tom for Christmas and we all had a dysfunctional moment or two lot of fun playing together, like we always do when our family plays games. Seriously, this past Christmas just might have been the Best Holiday Season Of My Entire Life, and it was spending time together, doing things like playing Finish Lines, that made it so.

Over the weekend, we had our friends Joan and Bill over for dinner. After dinner we played Finish Lines with them.

Joan [reading from card]: “Genius is one percent inspiration . . .”

Tom: “ . . . and ninety-nine percent perspiration.”

Joan: “Correct.”

Tom [with certainty]: “Einstein.”

Joan: “Edison.”

Tom [politely feigning doubt]: “Einstein?”

Joan [reviewing card]: “It's Edison, [pauses for effect] Einstein.”

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Petition for Pam

In an early part of Elizabeth Gilbert's book, Eat, Love, Pray, the author writes of going through a painful divorce. As time passed and her former husband contested details and failed to sign the final papers, Liz grew increasingly anxious and drained, emotionally and financially. She tells a friend that going to trial and spending another year in conflict is too much for her to bear. As Liz wished aloud for divine intervention, she said she wanted to write a petition to God, asking for the divorce to end. Her friend suggested that Liz do so, petition God. So Liz explained to her friend that she had some personal opinions about prayer, namely that she didn't feel comfortable asking God for specific things. Perhaps God might be wanting her to face a particular challenge for a reason. Instead, Liz said she felt more comfortable praying for the courage to face whatever occurs. So Liz's friend said, "Where'd you get that stupid idea?" She explained that Liz is absolutely allowed to petition the universe with prayer, and that as a constituent she has every entitlement to participate in the actions of the universe, and to let her feelings be known. She tells Liz to put her opinion out there, to make her case, and it will at least be taken into consideration. Liz writes a petition to God asking that he intervene and help end her divorce. And then Liz shares that petition with others, friends and family who do sign it, and even people she imagines who would sign it (e.g., Gandhi, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Bono, Eleanor Roosevelt, Mother Teresa). And, as you might imagine, shortly thereafter the telephone rang, and Liz's lawyer announced that her former spouse signed the papers. Call it prayer, call it the power of positive thinking, it is whatever it is, but it is, and we can tap into that power whenever we want.

My dear friend, my Ya-Ya sister, Laura's fairy godmother, Pam (AKA BB, as in Buck Howdy and BB) has been nominated to receive a Grammy for Best Children's Album for the album, Chickens! I have a petition that I am asking you to sign, and I am asking you to send a link to this post to your friends and family so that they can sign the petition too. But don't stop there, imagine yourself up a list of folks who you know would sign it and add their names to the list. You can "sign" the petition here by leaving a comment (you don't need a Blogger account and you can even sign anonymously), you can send me an email, you can click on a Buck & BB's website link below and send Pam an email, or you can sign it in your heart.

Dear God, Dear Universe,

Please intervene and help bring Pam a Grammy. In addition to being a great woman, friend, daughter, wife, mother, and Ya-Ya, Pam is a great musician. She has spent many years working hard at her craft, and those of us who know her music are better for it.

We recognize that you are busy with wars and tragedies and much larger things than the Grammy awards on February 10, 2008. But it is our understanding that the health and happiness of the planet is affected by the health and happiness of every individual on it. Chickens is a joyful album. It makes children smile and adults hum. If Chickens receives a Grammy, it will cast it in a brighter light and will reach more people, particularly children.

It is my most humble request, then, that you help Pam win her Grammy, so that more people will have the chance to enjoy the gift of her music, and so that the world may be touched by her voice.

I thank you for your kind attention.

Respectfully, YOUR NAME HERE

Links:

CD Baby

Buck & BB on MySpace

Union-Tribune Article

NBC San Diego Article

Buck & BB's website

Sunday, January 06, 2008

How I Spent my Christmas Vacation


I got my shop on.

Laura on Rodeo Drive


I took the best photo ever of two cousins.
Little cousin watches big cousin eat a cupcake


I returned to the scene of the crime.
Cheri & Tom, on the church steps, 12 years later


We introduced Laura to Al Gelato in L.A.
This was Kristen and Courtney's favorite place for ice cream.
I think Laura likes it too.


We went ice skating on the beach
--only in California.
Whoops! There goes Laura!
Skating at the Hotel Del Coronado



I saw sunsets and sweethearts.
Courtney & Grant at Coronado Beach


A Kiss to Build a Dream On
Adam & Kristen at Coronado Beach


Laura gave Tom the sweetest gift ever.
Tom opens his gift from Laura.
It was his favorite Polly doll,
packaged and presented to him with love.


I had my picture taken with the prettiest girl in the prettiest dress.
Laura & Mommy on their way to church on Christmas Eve


Thermodynamics experiments were conducted in my kitchen.
Defrosting method tested with superior results


I had a rock-star gingerbread house.
Kudos to the architectural design team of Kristen & Laura


I was surrounded by beautiful people in beautiful places.
Laura, Kristen & Adam in front of the Hotel Del


I got to eat turkey that wasn't jerky (unlike the turkey that I made on Thanksgiving).
Adam, King of Birds


I didn't have to wash the dishes on Christmas.
Thank you Courtney!


Adam taught Laura to use a quill and ink.
Thank goodness there was an art major in the house.


I witnessed the aftermath of taking Grant
to the drag queen show at Urban Mo's.

Is Courtney once again paying the price
for my questionable parenting choices?


Grant sings a High School Musical duet with Laura.
I'm sensing a theme.

Grant, did you discover your love of show tunes
before or after Urban Mo's?


I can still get my kids to wear mother-daughter outfits.
Courtney, Laura, Cheri & Kristen on Christmas morning


I got this awesome T-shirt.
Breakfast at Tiffany's -- Widescreen Edition

Thursday, January 03, 2008

On the List of Things Mothers Don't Want to Hear

The safest way to double your money is to fold it over once and put it in your pocket. ~Kin Hubbard

Our twenty-one-year-old daughter is in Las Vegas with friends. This message was on my voicemail yesterday:

Courtney: "Hey Mom, I just wanted to tell you that I’m just really good at this gambling thing. I won over $50. And, yeah, okay, bye."

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

"Picking" the Perfect Gift

Everyone knows what little dudes do on Christmas morning: They ignore all the expensive stuff that Santa just brought, and play with old toys they haven’t touched in years. (The littlest dudes prefer to play with the boxes in which the expensive toys came packaged.) Despite the fact that two of my kids are adults, they were no different. Just like they did last year, Kristen and Courtney pulled out Operation, a game that Laura doesn’t care for very much because of the annoying buzzer that goes off when the metal tweezers inadvertently touch the metal sides of the “incision” as you’re removing the various parts from the “patient.”

Kristen and Courtney were all giddy and stuff while playing Operation amidst all of the new stuff strewn about the place, and it reminded me that I'd meant to post about what happened the year before, but I guess I forgot, so I’m doing it now before I forget again. Last year, Adam and I were watching the girls play Operation, and we were listening while they reminisced about old times. They asked me if I remembered another game they once had that was similar to Operation, but they couldn’t remember the name of it. They claimed that it involved removing “boogers,” which were actually gummy-like rubber bands, through the nose of a plastic head, one by one, with a pair of tweezers. According to Kristen and Courtney, who began laughing hysterically as they continued to recall the particulars of this game that they allegedly had, the object of the game was to collect as many “boogers” as possible, but if a player picked the wrong rubber band, then the top of the plastic head blew off.

At that point, Kristen and Courtney were rolling on the floor laughing. Adam and I totally accused them of making up the whole thing. They swore it was a real game, but only added to our doubts because they could not remember the name of it, and they kept laughing and adding new details, such as not only did the top of the plastic guy’s head blow off, but come to think of it, his brain came flying out too. I argued that no toy manufacturer would create such a thing, and that I certainly wouldn’t have bought it for them anyway. (I was more certain about the former rather than the latter part of that statement, but still.) They swore up and down that there was such a game, and that I had indeed purchased it for them. Adam expressed his doubts too, and my money was on him. If such a game had been created, surely their contemporary, Adam, would have known about it. Also, judging from Kristen and Courtney’s fits of giggles, it seemed like they were working hard to pull our legs. We weren’t having any of it.

Kristen and Courtney stuck to their story, adamantly arguing that there really was such a thing as a booger-picking game. So Adam and I demanded proof. And what does any red-blooded American family do in such a circumstance? Why they Google, of course. Adam brandished his laptop and the girls began to enter various search terms. Within a matter of moments came a victory cry shouted simultaneously from over the keyboard: “Gooey Louie!” A bit of research revealed that the Gooey Louie game was originally released in the mid-1990s by Pressman Toy Corporation. As it turns out, a talking version was released in 2003. Perhaps if Santa could come up with one of those talking Gooey Louie games for next Christmas it would put an end to that annoying Operation buzzer that Laura and I have endured for two straight Christmases now.