Archive | April, 2010

What’s going on

30 Apr

*Anyone singing this yet?

*Dude, it’s April 30.

*Yesterday my baby brother turned 30.  The BABY of the family turned 30.

*Last weekend I finally got my crown.  Two weeks before they put on a temporary, and when they went to take it off to put on the permanent one, it wouldn’t come off.  They used like three different clampy/plier thingies and it would   not   budge.  At one point, I honestly thought the dental assistant was going to straddle me, planting one foot in my chair for leverage, but they ended up cutting it off instead.  It was a frightening and at times painful experience, but it was all worth it to get this little baby:


(This is not my actual mouth, btw.  I tried to take pictures of my own crown, but I decided I wasn’t ready for you all to be that intimately acquainted with the inside of my mouth.  I mean we’re close, but we’re not that close.)

*Last week DynaGirl came home with a letter about an opportunity for the 4th grade girls to view the video “Changing”.  In the past, they’ve sent home the letter and you had to sign and return it if you wanted to opt your child out of the experience.  Now they’re showing it on an opt-in basis, so students will need to present a signed permission slip before they will be allowed to see the video.  The permission slip says, “This will be your child’s ticket to see the movie” and then there’s this clipart image:

Does anyone else find this a little creepy?  It’s a PUBERTY movie.

*DynaGirl is currently reading Little Women and loving it, though she keeps asking if people are going to die.  She seems pretty concerned about it.  It didn’t help to have Chuck come home and say, “You’re reading Little Women?  That’s a really sad book.”  I expressed my surprise that Chuck had read the book, but then he told me he hadn’t, he just remembered Joey had to stick it in the freezer.

*Mr. T has decided he wants to memorize all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody.  He’s had it on repeat 24/7.  I think he’s almost there.  DynaGirl, too.  I thought I was getting sick of it, but no matter how many times he plays it, I can’t help but sing along.  Can you?

*I’ve had the latest Muse CD playing in the car.  This song totally has a Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen vibe for me, except instead of the head-banging, guitar-riffing bridge, there’s a classical interlude.

*What’s going on with you?

Cuckoo for coconuts

22 Apr

One evening.

Goose:  Can I have a bunny?

Me:  No.

Goose:  Can I please have a bunny?

Me:  You know you can’t have a bunny.  I don’t know why you keep asking me, you will never wear me down.

Goose:  Can I have a bunny?

A few minutes later.

Mr. T:  Can I have a coconut?

Me:  Like for a pet?

Mr. T:  No, just to have.

Me:  What would you do with it?

Mr. T:  I’d cut it in half and bang it together to make horse sounds.  I could gallop to and from school.


Woof to the wise

21 Apr

Mr. T brought home his school newspaper on Monday, and frankly, I’m frightened.

Here’s a sampling (I’m retyping these exactly as they were printed):

Let’s Go GREEN!!!

Ways we can help-you, me and everyone at school can help with this issue of Going Green!  Here is how:  buy pencils that are made from recycled newspapers.  You can also get bags that are recycled.  Hey, you can recycle.  In your classes, throw it in the recycle container.  We recycle paper around here, you know.  Why would we?  The answer is simple, we need to protect our Earth from trash, pollutants and global warming.  The animals, as well as mankind needs us all to pitch in.  Think about it next time you have trash….

Favorite color?

Did you know that most people’s favorite color is blue?  I am surprised that white did not get votes.  Wait a minute… is totally plain.  I think that most kids chose blue because blue is an awesome color.  Blue is so great because of all our natural resources that are blue.  You know, water, sky, turquoise…all blue.  I am suprised that not many people like green.  Green is an earthy color, but not too popular.  Yellow received many votes, you know the color of bees is something kids like.  Orange was not well liked.  Now me, I love orange.  Orange is a cool color, and the fruit is good for you too!

“Woofs of Wisdom”

Every morning, Dr. G gives us her “Words of Wisdom”.  These words are helpful, but since we are Timberwolves, we had another idea.  The Yearbook class is looking for some “Woofs of Wisdom” What exactly is that??  Well, you know those sayings that teachers say to you…”Do it right the first time”. Or, “make good choices”  “Use your time wisely”, and “Pick up after yourself”.  How about sayings that older students tell younger kids?  Such as, “Make way for the eighth graders” and “We will stuff you in the locker if you don’t listen to us”.  Write an appropriate “Woof of Wisdom” on a piece of paper, include your name as well as the person’s name that always says the phrase, and you could have your wisdom in the 2010 yearbook.  “Use your heart as well as your mind”  Be wise, save your words for those far younger and less wiser.  Also, you will become a published author.


Does the Journalism Club have a faculty advisor?  Does anyone over the age of 13 read these issues before they are published?  Is this an accurate sampling of the writing skills of middle school students across America?  Are our kids learning anything in school?  Does this all come down to a funding issue?  If so, here’s my “Woof of Wisdom”: “Spend school funds teaching kids to write instead of wasting our precious dollars publishing ridiculous newspapers.”

And to think I actually tried to get Mr. T to join the Journalism Club.  Sigh.

Barf and books and such

19 Apr

BigHugs woke up puking early Saturday morning and proceeded to spend the next 10 hours puking.  The nice thing about BigHugs getting the stomach flu is that she hardly ever eats anything, so there wasn’t a lot coming up.  Limited chunkage is always a nice bonus when tending to a sick kid, especially when you’re catching it in your hand while they’re sitting on the toilet.

We had actual plans for Saturday.  A day trip, if you will, to another country even.  Ah well.  Best laid plans, blah, blah, blah.  Instead we spent pretty much the entire weekend in pajamas and alternating between reading books and watching movies.  Well, at least I alternated between reading books and watching movies.  I consented to watch The Sound of Music and Ever After, but was not interested in the three “different” Lilo & Stitch movies that seem to have made it into our house and into our dvd player this weekend.

I finally managed to finish Brisingr after having started it at least a year ago.  Generally, I only read one book at a time.  I can’t remember why I put it down, but I think I’ve read at least 30 books in the meantime.  I was already 200 pages into the 700+ page book, so even though I had only the vaguiest of vague recollections of what was going on, I couldn’t bring myself to start over and instead relied on Mr. T to fill in the blanks when I was feeling lost.

I also read Keeper of Light and Dust by Natasha Mostert, a kind of new-agey mystical story of a woman trained in the martial arts who is a tattoo artist by day and a “keeper” or spiritual guardian and protector of kickboxers by night.  (Are you saying “Huh?” yet?)  She’s inherited this gift (or responsibility?) from her mother (and her mother’s mother and I don’t remember how many mother’s mothers beyond that).  When fighters in her keep start mysteriously dying, she and her longtime childhood friend (who happens to be in love with her, of course, and who she happens to be in love with, of course, but both are afraid of ruining the friendship by taking it to the next level, of course) investigate.  There’s the sexy bad guy she’s drawn to, martial arts, dojos, some out of body experiences, some out of body martial arts butt-kicking in dojos experiences, and a whole lot of chi-talk in this book, yet I still found it pretty entertaining.  It’s a quick, easy read–a fun distraction for an airplane ride or when you’re just killing time waiting around for something else.

Still in my books to finish pile: Peter and the Shadow Thieves by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson, also started sometime last year.

On my hold list at the library:  Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher, recommended by my sister, Foo4luv.

What have you been reading lately?

The hard stuff

16 Apr

Yesterday, one of DynaGirl’s classmates called her fat.  DynaGirl has a great sense of humor, even about herself, and can usually brush things off with a joke.  But this one got to her—this one brought her to tears.

I hate this part of parenthood, having to watch my children suffer through regular life crap and not being able to do a thing about it.  I can compliment her, I can reassure her, I can love her, but I can’t unsay what was said and I don’t know how to kill the seed of insecurity before it takes root.

She’s ten.  I’m sure this is only the beginning.

Forget potty-training and middle of the night feedings.  This is the hard stuff.

Mean girls suck.

There’s something to be said for average

12 Apr

Have you seen this website?

This weekend my nieces have been posting random facebook status updates followed by MLIA.  Being the old person that I am, I had to google it to figure out what the kids were talking about these days.

So apparently, MLIA (My Life Is Average) is just a place where people can post random stuff that happens to them.  Little tidbits or moments of a day in an average life.  It’s kind of like that GMH (Gives Me Hope) website, but more pointless.  Well, one could argue there is real value in recognizing those small, unremarkable everyday moments that make us smile in our otherwise average and ordinary lives.  Some of them are lame, but some of them are pretty funny.

A few of my favorites just quickly browsing this morning:

Today i was going through the cabinets in my house trying to find staples when i came across an unopened box that said invisble tape. When i opened it there was nothing inside. touche tape. MLIA.

Today, while at work, I was helping an old lady find some books. I noticed she was wearing brand new Nike shoes, which I thought was pretty rad. I then realized that her shoes were about ten times cooler than any of mine. MLIA.

Today, I bit myself while drinking water. Yeah, I’m just as confused as you are. MLIA

Today, I opened a bag of peanut butter M&Ms. Three of them fell out in a line on my desk: green, yellow and red – like a traffic light. I ate them in order. But I didn’t stop after the red one. Nice try, M&Ms. MLIA

What I would post today:

Today I saw a Kohl’s ad for 25-40% off seasonal bottoms.  I started thinking how awesome it would be if I could take 25-40% off my own seasonal bottom. MLIA

What’s going on in your average life today?

There’s also something to be said for ordinary. 

Duran Duran, Ordinary World

Check this out.

Secret’s in the sauce

8 Apr

Mr. T has a new recipe for exclamations.

In the middle of a very important video game.

Me: Mr. T, you need to get your piano practicing done.

Mr. T:  Crap sauce!

Dinner time.

Mr. T: What’s for dinner?

Me: Chicken and mashed potatoes.

Mr. T:  Awesome sauce!

On a Monday afternoon.

Me:  No piano lessons today–they’ll start back up next week.

Mr. T: Score sauce!

Secret’s in the sauce.

A different kind of recipe.

BigHugs, whispering in my ear really close with hot breath: You’re my best love.

Three parts adorable, one part creepy.


7 Apr

I’ve been following the story of those missing West Virginia coal miners.  The thing that really struck me when I first heard the story was how these things are still happening.  How are these things still happening?  I mean, it’s the 21st century and we still have coal miners.  We still have coal mining disasters.  It just seems weird to me—like some relic leftover from another era.

While I was visiting my dad in California, he took me out one evening.  On the drive back through my old hometown, I commented on how much things had changed.  He said that yes, our town had changed, but most changes had come pretty slowly.  Such is life, he said.  Always changing—sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, but most often slowly.  Very, very slowly.

So I suppose that’s how we got to 2010, where people are still driving cars instead of hovercrafts, countries are still fighting wars, moms are still packing school lunches for their kids, and wives are still sending their husbands off to work in the coal mines for the very last time.

Back to life, back to reality

5 Apr

I’m home.  The trip was good.  Really, really good.  I have no complaints, which is pretty amazing considering I had plenty of complaints before I left.  I mean Disneyland during spring break?  Bah.  Right?  You would think bah!  I had prepared myself (and everyone who I talked to pre-trip) for the worst.  But it wasn’t bad.  It was fun, really.  Really really. 

And you would think that should teach me not to prematurely complain about a vacation.  But no, no,  it shouldn’t.  Because that whole low expectations thing totally works for me.  I’m either pleasantly surprised with things turning out not nearly so bad as I thought or I’m completely justified in having been right about how much it would most likely suck.  A win-win, see?

I won’t bore you with a recap of the trip’s highlights, save one.  One very important highlight.  The highlightiest of highlights, my friends.  Two words: Captain E-fricking-O.  That’s right.  Spring break at Disneyland 2010 included a special Michael Jackson Tribute/Captain EO revival. 

Mr. T was in heaven.  Hea.  Ven.  And at the tender age of 13, he was able to scratch something off his bucket list that he didn’t even know needed to be on there.

Any of you who are not familiar with this 1986 short film of 3D awesomeness (directed by Mr. Coppola, no less), well, I pity you.  And now I will educate you.  Naturally, it won’t be the same without the 3D glasses, rumbly seat interactive theater or happiest place on earth setting—you’ll just have to do your best to imagine.)

And Part II (in which the awesomeness grows exponentially because that’s where the singing and dancing comes in):

And that is my gift to you.

Woooo!  Pelvic thrust.  Pelvic thrust.