Monthly Archives: June 2010

Miss Goldie Dorothy Bo

May I introduce, our newest member of the family Miss Goldie Dorothy Bo.

Miss Goldie Dorothy Bo

Goldie came to us on Monday night at a party at the Library. I knew we were in trouble when we saw all the kids running around the Library lawn toting plastic bags of goldfish. When we first got her home we put her in a glass flower vase. It was fine at first but it got smelly and dirty so quickly. We got her some goldfish good and changed the water yesterday but I still found myself worrying about her during the day today. I told Piper when we got her that goldfish don’t always live for very long and that she should prepare herself for a possible early demise. It’s sound advice but I guess I wasn’t listening to it myself. I went to the pet store after work today and bought our Goldie a proper tank and some water conditioner. It’s only 1 gallon but it has a filter. It’s hard to read a goldfish but she seems to really like her new home.

Goldie

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Right Now

Right now I’m 44 years, 18 days old.

Right now I’m craving sweets. In particular the Jelly -Belly’s in the kitchen cabinet. All of the toasted marshmallow ones please.

Right now I’m reading Somewhere Inside by Laura and Lisa Ling but I think I need to read Confessions of a Prairie Bitch right now.

Right now I have high hopes for the kid’s theater program they’re having at the library next fall. I was a little frightened by the instructor’s dangly comedy and tragedy earrings but I’m staying positive for now.

Right now it’s blueberry season and almost everything is better with blueberries.

Right now I still miss David Tennant but I’m trying to be open minded.

Right now I’m really enjoying our new summer hours. Piper gets on the camp bus 1/2 hour later than the school bus but those 30 extra minutes make such a big difference.

Right now my favorite joke is: Did you hear what happened when the drummer locked the keys inside the tour van? It took them 4 hours to get the accordion player out!

Right now my back is still sore from trying to pick up the crock pot on Sunday.

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7 for Monday

Nablopomo! Will you grant any peace??? I’ve only got a few more days of this posting everyday thing and I have to say that I’m kind of glad. It’s been fun but a little bit stressful to come up with something for you everyday. The first time I tried to do it in November 2006 I think I made it through the whole month. That same year I also did Nabloshoemo in which I learned that I had a lot of red shoes in my closet.

In lieu of a real post today I will share 7 adorably cute old pictures of my adorably cute child. One picture from each year. Enjoy and see you tomorrow.

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Seen at the Pool

We went to the pool yesterday and I got to try out my new bathing suit bottom. I have a tankini top with a blue floral print that I don’t entirely hate but haven’t been able to find a nice bottom to go with it. I wasn’t completely sure about this Swim Mini when I ordered it here but once it arrived and I tried it on. It looks cute and gives good coverage. The ruffles cover and distract the eye from various shape issue spots. Mr. Awesome and Piper both liked it too so I felt I was ahead of the game.

I have only one teeny complaint to lodge – when one actually goes into the pool the ruched material fills with air and floats to the top of the water. Kind of like you’re wearing a bright blue inner tube around your waist! I was floating on my back and Mr. Awesome said it looked like I was pregnant. *Sigh* Not really the look I was going for. Of course I already removed the hygienic crotch strip so I can’t return it anymore. I don’t want to, I still like it. Just think, I can use it as a handy flotation device in a pinch.


Fresh Kills

What was the worst job you ever had?

Once on winter break during college I took a job with NYPIRG. NYPIRG is a non-profit research and advocacy group that focuses on environmental and consumer protection issues. I signed up to be one of their outreach workers. We were supposed to go door-to-door and collect signatures in support of Superfund cleanup. The Superfund is an EPA program designed to identify and clean up the worst hazardous waste sites in the country. This is all good stuff and I was glad to be working for such an honorable organization. What made this job the worst was that we were sent off to knock on doors in Staten Island in the middle of January. It was dark and freezing out there and the weather was really cold too. We’d meet at the office downtown around 4pm and we’d get our maps and find out what neighborhood we were going to be working in. Then we’d all pile into a van and we’d drive out to Staten Island. Throughout the trip our group leaders would give us pep talks and try to get us to practice our scripts. Driving in and out we always passed by the infamous Fresh Kills Landfill. It’s known the world over for its enormous size, chemical leeching, odoriferous smell and ominous name. I’m sure that we were on Staten Island because of Fresh Kills. NYPIRG must have figured that the people there would have some notion of the importance of toxic waste clean up since they lived so close to a gigantic garbage dump. I found however that the people had already heard enough about waste cleanup to last a lifetime and were not very receptive to a fresh faced college student knocking on their door at 7 o’clock at night. Most of the time I could barely get through the first paragraph of my pitch before the door was being shut in my face again. It was kind of depressing to say the least.

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This is not a post about Michael Jackson

Yesterday was my daughter’s last day of 1st grade. She cried at school and then she got off the bus with tears in her eyes. I thought her sad mood would last a lot longer than it did once we got inside. Then she found out who her 2nd grade teacher was going to be and she got all interested in looking at the pictures in the yearbook. We went to the library (nothing cheers you up like a good Mary-Kate and Ashley book!) and then for pizza and saw a friend from her class there. They had a hilarious conversation in which they estimated the ages of the 2nd grade teachers. They’re probably all younger than me. Her friend said that one teacher was probably fourty, like that was the biggest number she could come up with. I decided not to tell her how old I was. I didn’t want Piper’s friend to think her Mom was a Golden Girl. I was pleased to see that she was able to get happy and not dwell on all the goodbyes of the past week. A year ago, she had a much harder time dealing with all those pesky goodbyes but then again we had a lot of other stuff to deal with. One year ago today I had an appendectomy and ended up in the hospital for 4 days. Remember, I told you about it here? Piper has been SO freaked out these last couple of months. I knew she was worrying about the end of school but I thought she was taking it a little too far. Now I’m thinking it might have been because she associated the end of Kindergarten with a very scary event in our family’s life. She saw the end of school coming and got very anxious about it. Why didn’t I see this sooner? Doh!

I was really really sad that I missed her getting off the bus on her last day of Kindergarten. Glenn brought her around to see me in the hospital the afternoon after my operation. They were sweet, they brought me magazines and some DVDs from home. I was groggy and sore. I remember trying to watch WALL-E and struggling to pay attention. I just kept nodding off. I started to get antsy as soon as I started feeling better. By Saturday into Sunday I was done with the whole thing and really wanted to get out of there. To prove how well I was feeling I was determined to get myself up and out of bed without asking for any help. This was a little tricky when they moved my IV from my left arm to my right arm. The IV pump plugged into the wall on the left side of the bed but they had to move the pump closer to my right arm after the switch. Getting out of bed to take a walk or go to the bathroom meant that I had to first gingerly get up on the left side of the bed, unplug the pump, toss the cord across the bed, walk slowly and carefully around the end of the bed making sure to bend and extend my right arm as far to the right over the bed as possible so I wouldn’t pull my IV out, all the while trying not to rip out my stitches in my incision. When I returned from my walk or bathroom trip I’d have to repeat the whole dance in reverse and collapse on the bed in exhaustion afterwards.

Piper and I are both so much better than one year ago. For this I am thankful.

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Terms of Endearment

I’ve been looking through some of the Search Engine Terms that people have used to find my blog. I get a lot of hits from my posts on Fanny Doodle. People search for “fanny doodle”, “fanny doodle loves” and “what is fanny doodle”. These are all pretty standard. Some of the others have a different tone altogether. They kind of sound like haiku.

“we should have started sooner”

“macgyver rid of in laws”

“hoarders diaper lady name”

“dj my little pony”

“feminine christian attire”

And from yesterday, an instant classic “girls having vagina examined”. Um jeez, I hope that they found what they wanted.

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The Paper Cup

This one is from the P**p my kid does department. We have a stack of tiny Dixie cups in the bathroom. My daughter has written “Do Not Use” on the one on the bottom of the stack. She has told me that she wants us to save it so that she can see what it looks like when it gets really really old. I don’t have the heart to tell her that it probably has a half-life of at least 25 years. I don’t want to squash her dreams.

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Yoga Nude

This person is totally serious and I don’t mean to make fun but Yoga in the Nude? Really? It just brings up so many questions for me and many I usually try not to think about. In all fairness she doesn’t offer group classes which I think is probably best. It would be hard to find a good spot in the studio because usually I like to stay toward the back.

A Difficult Posture

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Dough

Yesterday I told you about what I made for breakfast. I made something special for dinner as well. Everyday Food this month had these delicious looking grilled pizzas and it inspired me to try to make them too. I had a little trouble getting the dough to retain it’s shape and size when transferring it from the pan where I had stretched it and brushed it with oil to the grill. They tasted really good. The dough got that nice charred flavor. Mr. Awesome loved his and that is what is most important.

I made the dough from scratch and I was reminded of how much I love to make bread. My Mom never tried making bread at home but I do remember going on an elementary school trip to a classmate’s home to make bread with her bread making Mother. I was so impressed with the whole process of it. Mixing the ingredients, knead the dough and then the magic part where the yeast comes alive and grows before your eyes.

When I worked as a pastry assistant here I got to make a lot of bread. I started very early in the morning and had to prep the station and make a lot of different things for lunch. On the weekends I had to make all the fresh rolls and danish for Brunch. The bread dough alone required a 50 lb bag of flour. When Bobby opened a small Spanish restaurant nearby I also had to do all the prep for that place as well. There the pastry chef had me baking brioche for bread pudding and another bread in giant coffee cans. All these different breads had the same basic drill, ingredients, mixing, kneading, rising magic, roll and bake. It was all very zen. I really enjoyed that part of the job. I came in, had my list of things to do and then I was done. I didn’t enjoy working service at all. Even though it wasn’t that busy at lunch time I always felt like I was in the weeds.

We’ve been finally talking about replacing the broken oven so I might be able to start baking again soon. I think I would like to become one of those bread making Moms.