Monday, May 31, 2010
We took the kids out to Larriland Farm this morning to pick strawberries. I don't think they're usually open on Memorial Day so we headed out knowing it would be pretty crowded. We got there at 9:20, before the midday heat could set in but it was still all kinds of hot. We lathered the kids in Coppertone, strapped River in the wagon and set out to conquer the illusive berry. Forty minutes later, River had a load in her pants, was as red as a beet, was crying like she lost her thumb and Owen had eaten his weight in strawberries, before we paid for them.
So, we left early. I was a little worried when River's blinks seemed to last too long. She almost looked a bit lethargic which lead me to believe that she was overheated. She had a hat on and I put her in very light, loose clothing but her cheeks were so red and her hair was wet from sweat. I wiped her down and patted some water on her head, but she just seemed miserable. We decided to just come home. I don't feel like we missed much because we got lots of strawberries and the raspberries need a couple more weeks. We don't really go for the berries, we go from the experience of picking them with the kids so I didn't really want to bring a ton back.
I liked that Owen brought his own basket. Perfect timing too because I had just washed it yesterday as it had been covered in Johnson & Johnson fallout.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Every day I put Owen down for a nap. He doesn't always sleep but we all benefit from the time he's in there relaxing and rejuvenating. I prefer him to nap, but I take what I can get.
Today he was in his room and I could hear him most of the time he was in there. He'd be quiet for a while and just when I thought he had fallen asleep I'd hear him giggle or talking to Joe Dimaggio, which is almost constant these days. When I finally decided to go and get him, I opened the door, took one step in and stopped. I said, "Oh, I'll be right back." I quickly backed from the room and went and got my husband, and my camera.
I didn't tell my husband what he had done, and instead let him see as I opened the door, camera ready. We stepped in and were both amazed at the amount of Johnson & Johnson powder he's managed to spread across his room. The container said, "Soothing Lavender," but I can tell you right now, that's bullshit because it did nothing for me. Of course he looked up and made us laugh with three simple words, "It snowed Daddy!"
After I washed about 50+ cars and every other toy he had in his room it started to look better. We threw all the bedding in the washer and Chris vacuumed like crazy. I was a little annoyed when Owen had the balls to walk into the kitchen in the middle of it all and ask me what was for dinner. The nerve! I hit him across the head with Sponge Bob for that one. On a lighter note, his room has never smelled so baby fresh.
She hasn't quiet made it to heaven because she isn't yet ready to let go. I'm sure being shoved into a rusty old safe will do that. She must weigh her desire for vengeance against her desire for her family to heal, which I get but once she lets go so that her family can move on, I thought that's when they'd find her body. While I know it's reality that not all missing, raped and murdered girls are ever found, I thought they'd stop before the murderer pushed her body into the Sarlacc Pit. How does a family go on when they never find the body of their daughter? Granted, they think this guy did it and they have the drawings, and hair clipping from the murderer's house, but how do they know for sure? While I appreciate that he dies at the end, do they ever know that? It may have brought me a small measured amount of solice, but did it do that for them? It doesn't give me any comfort to think of a murdered child spending her time in heaven or in between with the other victims of the same murderer. The tiny fingers of the six year old while she laid dirty in a shed make my stomach turn.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Our friends are driving up with their 5ish month old today from Virginia. They aren't just friends. Chris and BT went to Virginia Tech together and are Fraternity brothers. BT was Chris's best mad at our wedding and he is River's Godfather. Karen also went to school at Virginia Tech so they've known each other for years, much longer than I've known any of them. We don't get to see them enough but it's always nice when we do and Owen gets really excited about it. We're grilling out and doing basic Memorial day stuff.
This morning we had some time so we took the kids to the park and as usual, I took a million pictures. Owen saw a big black snake in the grass which I thought was just, yuck, but I took a picture anyway knowing he'd like to see it later, and he did. There's a big playground over looking the water so we let the kids play for a bit. Owen insisted on pushing RIver in the swing, which was sweet but destined for a mishap. A few minutes after I took the picture above, he forgot what he was doing and looked away with his hands down and she came back and knocked him right in the face. It was bound to happen. She hit him to hard that it stunned us for a second. He went flying back and wasn't sure if he should cry or not, he worked it out and cried, but just a little. It was kinda funny the way it happened but I'm glad he wasn't hurt. Also, for the record, I tried to tell him that would happen. He never listens. Three year olds think they know everything.
We loaded up the van and started towards home because I needed to get River down for a nap before Karen and BT got here. On the way home, while I was thankfully paying attention, a bird committed suicide on the front of our van. That thing came out of nowhere and scared the shit out of me! Thankfully I didn't swerve to miss it and I didn't see anything on the front of the van when we stopped but somebody won't be going back to the nest tonight. I hope that wasn't someones mother. Rest in peace little Robbin Redbreast, rest in peace.
Also, it should be noted that while 99.9% of the photos on this blog, that aren't Twilight related are taken by me, but my husband took the last one above of Owen. Cool picture. I didn't know he had it in him. It's all about the angle.
Tom Cruise skeeves me but a friend sent me this this morning and I though it was hilarious. Made me laugh before 8:30 AM, that's a rarity. I love awards shows and always watch them. The VMAs are one of my favorites but I do still prefer the MTV that actually showed music videos.
Thanks to Robsessed for the video.
Friday, May 28, 2010
I just booked a Twilight tour in Forks while we're there. It was really cheap and they take you to all these neat places that while I would have gone to anyway, not my husband doesn't have to and I'll get to go with others who might possibly think it's as neat as I do.
The funny part is that while I was booking it, it asked me for a shake preference. I chose Strabella, which is apparently a strawberry shake. Oh the stuff people come up with. Although I'm not sure if I really want a shake while I'm on a bus tour. I don't do so great with milk.
I'm queen of the nerds!
Thanks to Twilight Lexicon for the video.
I went to meet with Owen's teacher today to see how he's doing. His last day of school is about two weeks away and he was due for an evaluation. We waited patiently outside in the hall while she finished up with another parent. Well, I waited patiently, Owen danced and giggled while he eyeballed them through the window. His teacher, who I love said he's been doing really, really well and while he'll probably be in school there three days a week next year, she's pretty sure she'll be moving him to the afternoon class. Those are the kids that are better at working on their own, which he does well.
It's always nice to hear how great your kid is doing and seeing how comfortable he is in that room is always a treat. As soon as I sat down with her, he went to the board and found the sign with his name on and hung it on the board. Apparently that's the first thing they do in the morning. He played with the markers, coloured where he should and not where he shouldn't and answered questions when he was asked. I was pretty impressed especially since he was wearing a white tank top and I was almost certain he'd destroy it, but we left without so much as a mark on him. His teacher enjoyed it when I told her how he does the alphabet with Joe Dimaggio and all the other things he does at home. He's learned so much from her in such a short period of time. How could I not be eternally grateful?
Judging by the fact that I got a little teary eyed when River and I left Owen's school after Field Day, I'm sure his last day will be pretty emotional for me as well as all the days that follow when he asks about they kids who were in his class that he talks about everyday. I asked the teacher if I could bring cupcakes and juice and maybe a take home treat for the kids. I'd like to mark the end of his first schooling experience even if it hasn't been a whole year. I thought I could make that yummy icing that Karen made for Jane's Birthday party. I know it would please my husband.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I don't remember how much we pay yearly for AAA Plus but it's too much. I did most of the work myself for this trip we're taking. I found good hotels in Portland and Forks, I found our flights and I've looked into a hotel in Seattle and a rental car. When I go into AAA, looking for a Trip Tic so we'll have it in the car should something happen to our GPS, it's like I'm talking to someone who thinks I'm an idiot.
I was the first one there this morning because I needed to get to our Wednesday playgroup and wanted to get this out of the way first. I thought since I was there getting the Trip Tic, I'd ask them about rental cars and a hotel room in Seattle. She seemed kinda pushy about my hotel rooms so I figured I'd bite and see why. I told her I needed a hotel room in Seattle, which is true but I also told her I was looking for a hotel in Forks. Now Forks is like 4 blocks long and has one stop light. I could list the hotels right now without even looking because there aren't many. She just happens to pull up the hotel where I already booked our room. I know it's $99 a night but I'm interested to hear what she will tell me. "That room is $149 a night Michelle." WTF? Why does AAA add $50 to my room while telling me they're here to help me? I felt like I should bend over to make it easier on them. I decided then and there that I would buy nothing from them and do it all on my own since they were trying to shove it up my ass, but for shits and giggles I asked about rental cars knowing I've already checked on that as well and know what they run, which is approximately $44.00 a day or less. "We deal primarily with Hertz and I can get you the daily rate of $76.00." At this point I tell her that I have been planning this trip myself and know what things cost and I ask her, "Why are the prices you're giving me so much more than what I've been able to find myself?" "I don't know Michelle, these are just the prices I'm getting." OK, well, just the Trip Tic please. No need to pay you when I can do it myself and save money. I'm so glad we have AAA." I guess I'd appreciate AAA if I broke down on I-95 with my babies but if I don't have kids I wouldn't pay the money. I've pushed my own cars through many intersections and lived to tell about it.
Also, stop calling me Michelle, you don't know me and it only annoys me more.
My trip is coming together nicely, just like the planning of my wedding. Everything went great until I asked someone else for help. Better to just do it alone. I can count on me. I'm the only one who won't screw it up.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
My kids are more fun than a barrel of monkeys and so sweet. They're both so use to the camera being in their face that they generally don't even acknowledge it, which is nice. Owen sometimes will say, "No camera Momma," like he's Madonna or something. I just laugh and keep shooting.
This week I took a few pictures of the kids that I love. I love them even better B&W. I've always been a fan of B&W and worked with it almost exclusively in college with a few coloured projects here and there. I hate sepia because it is so overused and it reminds me of those Old Time Photos they did at Opryland when I was a kid. I think both should be used to enhance a photo, not because the photograph sucks otherwise. If you're using it to cover a flow, you aren't using it right.
"A nation turns it's lonely eyes to you":
We still did our weekly mall run. It was a wet day so the park was out as she's a crawler but she loves looking around the mall and talking to people. I just bought her a black Edward Cullen t-shirt last week for $3. Actually I got her a few and even a couple for Owen. I pinned it behind her back with a large, black, cloth flower and put a black hairbow in her hair to hold her bangs back. She looked beautiful, but she always does.
What I learned was that if you put your baby in a pink tutu, grandmas are all over her but if you put your baby in a Twilight t-shirt, little girls treat her like she's Cullen. It was pretty funny to see the reactions of girls in the mall when they saw River's shirt. Next time I'm going to throw a tiny little pair of black leather pants on her and see if I can get those girls to ask for her autograph. So funny! Wait, DO they make black leather pants for a 15 month old? Hummmmm...
I booked our flights last night to Portland and we have to stop in Houston on the way back. As if it weren't bad enough that we have an hour layover in a state I swore to never set foot in, we're landing at George Bush International Airport. It's comical at best. The only thing that saves me from shoving my head in the toilet is the fact that it's named after Bush #41 and not Jr, #43. I hear it's a huge airport so maybe there will be some breathing room between me and the gun toters. I wonder if they care if I get on the plane with tweezers in my pocket if everyone else is packing heat. We're stopping in Minneapolis on the way back so the worst that could happen there is His Royal Purpleness will come waddling through the airport in his tiny Barbie heels.
As a friend pointed out, at least I'm not flying out of Reagan. Ahhhh, the things I do for vampires.....
This clip makes me giggle:
Monday, May 24, 2010
I am not one to live by many rules. I mean I do the basics. I don't kill people when I'd like to, I don't commit adultery no matter how hot said Brit might be, and I don't covet my neighbors wife. This one is kinda easy cause I don't dig mullets. I DO have a little trouble with the "You shall not make for yourself an idol" one, but I'm working on it.
I have loved Duran Duran for as long as I can remember. I've both stalked, met and or touched all of them and I don't regret a minute of it. Those days are kinda gone now because following a band for a leg of a tour is just not doable with two kids under 3 1/2, even I can admit that. I miss those days though. Even with all the infighting between the 'Duranies," I have good memories. I mean I don't believe that shit about Andy Taylor's "light sensitivity" for a second. Take off your damn sunglasses. It's 10 PM! I can say that because I've loved them since I was 11ish. I've earned it.
I met good friends that way and even met one of my bridesmaids on the now debunked Duran Duran message boards. While I'm still bitter about them shutting it down, I'm glad I got something lasting out of it. Also, this chick is the only person I know who looks good with every hair colour.
For some reason when I have a crappy day or if I'm just highly annoyed, Duran Duran almost always comes on the radio. I don't think it's some sort of divine intervention but I do find it a little odd that for a band who never got proper respect while being innovators with video technology and just a really kick ass band, they seem to always be there when I need them. New Moon on Monday is a song that maybe most people wouldn't know. The extended mix is one of my favorite videos so I know it well, but I don't think people remember it like Rio or Hungry Like the Wolf, but it's a damn good song.
I was annoyed and running late today and as I pulled into the parking lot of a store I was going to, I was ready to jump out and grab River so we could get the dog food and diapers we needed, when the song came on the radio. I think this song came out in early 1984 so it's one of their older songs. Unfortunately you don't hear Duran on the radio much these days so when they come on while I'm in the car, my rule is that I don't turn it off. I don't get out of the car and I just sit and listen. It's kind of a respect thing for the years of pleasure they've given me. Also, it would be crazy for me to not represent when I've bitched for years about them not getting the respect they have earned and deserve. It was nice because it almost let me reboot and as I strolled into the store with River, I was more relaxed and even singing to myself. Only Duran Duran have the power to do that.
Ahhhh, Simon LeBon is a poet......
Friday, May 21, 2010
Today at Owen's school he had his Field Day. I remember Field Day from when I was a little kid. I didn't do it this young but I did it. I don't remember really liking it. I mean I didn't hate it but for some reason it was always Africa hot (just like today) and there was never any shade. My pale Irish skin couldn't deal, thanks momma.
The last Field Day I can remember must have been 5th or 6th grade and I remember just being miserable. Now keep in mind as I tell this story that I'm from the bible belt and when I graduated form high school, we weren't even allowed to wear shorts, which is completely asinine. Add the fact that I wore a lot of black and summer was basically announced each year when I passed out. "Summer is here, Michelle's on the floor again in her black turtle neck and long black skirt!" It was a statement, what can I say? So the last Field Day I can remember was miserable because, again, it was Africa hot and this was when Gloria Vanderbilt jeans and white leather Nike's were what you wore. I think I talked my father into buying me the Nikes, which I threw away later in the year, but that's a whole other post. The jeans were the darkest variety and my shirt was right out of 1979 central casting. I remember this shirt well because I wore it when I went skating on the weekends. The sleeve was basically a square and one corner of that square was sewn to the top so the rest of it flowed in the breeze as I skated along. Oh God, I just laughed out loud.
Anyhoo, it was a maroon coloured shirt with some sort of small flower print. Field Day was always outside of course and I remember spending most of the day asking to go to the bathroom so I could cool off a bit in a school I was bussed across town to go to, which didn't even have AC! We were bused to this shitty neighborhood so the kids that lived in the shitty neighborhood could get bused to the neighborhood my mother busted her ass to get us into and go to my damn school. But I'm not bitter. Anyway, that is my memory of Field Day. Hot as hell and in the arm pit of all schools. I hear it's been torn down now. Proobably a good idea. I think they probably built a crack house in its place.
Today was different. River and I got there early and at 10:30 all of the doors opened and they had a parade of students. All of the kids lined up and marched through the halls to the front of the school where the said the Pledge of Allegiance and sang the Star Spangled Banner before the principal called the games open. It was nice. Then Owen's class went to different stations. First he fished in a little pond, then the did the squirt water on the pinwheel thing, bubbles, water balloons (his favorite) sidewalk chalk, playground and a big parachute, which I liked best. They even had a station with lots of water and large sponges which they used to soak each other. I followed Owen around while trying to stay out of his way. I wanted him to have fun with his friends, especially since his school year is almost over and he might not see them again, but I took a couple hundred pictures to document the event.
After the kids marched back inside, they sat down for their snack and River and I went home. There was only 5 minutes left in the day but Owen freaks if he thinks I'm trying to take him home. He wants to ride the bus so I just let him. I stopped and picked him up some McDonald's on the way as a treat.
As if the day weren't good enough already, he bounced off the school bus with a ribbon in his hand and he was so proud of it. The first picture says it all. He held it up himself for the picture with little prodding. That never happens.
Only my kid could change my memories of Field Day. I mean my memory still includes Africa but now it includes smiles and laughing. My kids rocks!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
After all my harping on boots, I can't believe I found a pair today in the very last place I thought to look, Walmart!
I had not even thought to look there. I had to go to Walmart today to get some Dayquil and Nyquil for my husband because he's sick. River is getting better but not she's passed it on to both of us...yay! After I threw his medicine in the cart, I headed over to the food side to get Owen some corn dog nuggets. On the way I passed the footwear section and was surprised to see rain boots, and not the girly rain boots I'd been avoiding but actually rain boots. The kind of rain boot that you can actually get wet and dirty and not be upset about it. I'll be honest, If I'd gotten the Hunter boot I'd been eyeing, I would have been so worried about getting them dirty that it would have been like having a third kid, which would take the fun out of stomping around in the Hoh Rainforest. I won't even tell you how excited I was to find the "I Love Vampires" boot socks! I figure if I'm gonna nerd it up, I'm going full throttle.
So, now I have my boots and very cheaply I might add. I can feel my day planning other aspects of the trip like making a list of the things not to miss and what in the world will I ask Catherine Hardicke to sign? Decisions, decisions.....
I am beginning to think that Muse can do no wrong. Muse, who have had a song on all of the Twilight soundtracks just released this video for their song on Eclipse. I totally love it. They're so theatrical that it keeps me interested. I love them and I think this song is awesome.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Since I've never been to the Olympic Peninsula in October, I'm not 100% sure what to expect. I got hooked up with Kathy from Experience Twilight and to be honest, I'm not really even sure how. As it turns out she is going on the bus tour with Catherine Hardwicke so I'll get to meet her, which is nice but she lives out there so she's given me lots of practical advice.
The best advice she's given me so far is to buy a pair of rain boots. Apparently the footwear of choice is NIKE because they're made out there but the places where we'll be going like the beach in Portland where they did some shooting. It's the same beach where they shot Goonies , and if it's a rainy day, I could ruin my tennis shoes. Now she seemed pretty up on NIKE so I didn't have the heart to tell her I wear New Balance, but that was neither here nor there. I think her advice was sound. I ruined my last pair of New Balance waiting outside a venue for Duran Duran in Philly in the middle of a monsoon and I'm still pissed about it. I met them so all is forgiven.
Anyhoo, I started doing a relaxed search for a pair of rain boots. Not as easy as you might think. I wear a size 11 and they all seem to stop at 10. Who knew? It isn't like they'll give either cause they're made out of rubber. I could buy a man's size but men's shoes are too bulky. I have a long foot but not a wide one so it's always a struggle. What sucks is that my mother and sister wear a size 7. Damn my father and his big ass clown feet!
I posted a couple of pictures of where I'll be going so you can see that rain boots are kinda required footwear for this trip.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Luscious Jackson, Nervous Breakthrough