11.25.2008

What? Thanksgiving is THIS Week?

Here's what I've been doing:

  • frantically putting pages into the family scrapbook from last February, so I don't hit the "year behind" mark in a couple of months
  • shopping for other families for Christmas
  • taking my kids to swim lessons
  • taking my kids to piano lessons
  • sending my kids outside to play in the snow because they are much to crazy to be inside
Here's what I haven't been doing:
  • planning the Thanksgiving meal I'll be making beginning tomorrow
  • washing the sheets for my visitors' beds (yep, arriving tomorrow)
  • cleaning the house
  • cleaning the car
  • shopping for my own family for Christmas
  • blogging
I'm having nervous withdrawal twitches from being mostly offline for a couple of days.  When your kids have an entire week off for Thanksgiving, it can throw you for a loop, let me tell ya.

Still, I know my mom will want clean sheets.  Better get busy.  Hope she'll be thankful.

11.21.2008

Rules for Carpooling with Teens and Tweens

Earlier this week, over at the parenting.com blogs, Mommy Needs Coffee posted "8 simple rules for surviving the carpool:  their version and mine," for parents of teens.  I would argue that this applies to tweens, as well.  It is much funnier than anything I have to offer today.  Number 7 (of hers) is my favorite.
"If I tell you to have a good day and (heaven forbid) tell you I love you when I drop you off and you decide to ignore me, I will most definitely roll down the window and shout, “Make good choices!” I have done it before and will do it every time. You have been warned."
So pop on over and read it for a good laugh.  And be sure to share it with your teen.

Cheers!

11.20.2008

Requesting: A Little Help from My Friends

I need a new camera.  I've had this one for a few years, and I've loved it.  The only feature it's missing is that super-fast sports mode.  And since, you know, we're so sporty around here, I'm wondering if my new camera should be able to do this, so not all of my action shots look like this:

On the other hand, although I love taking pictures of my kids, I have no aspirations to be a real photographer.  I can hardly keep up with a blog, much less with a dazzling photography career.  In addition, don’t have any desire to have to learn about different kinds of lenses or to figure out how to focus my own lens for goodness sakes.  Point and shoot, friends, I’m all about it!

But because I dropped it on the pavement for some reason, my camera isn’t working very well right now.  Okay, it’s not really working at all.  First, it took every picture in blurry mode.  (NO, they were not action shots, but thank you for asking.)  Now, the viewfinder is just black.  If you click, however, it will still reward you with a fine, blurry picture.  I’m thinking ahead, here, and I'm just guessing that a Christmas filled with blind, blurry photos isn’t exactly what I’m after.

And, so, the shopping begins.  And I’m stumped.  Do I go for something a little fancier, and get the faster sports-friendly shutter speed?  Or do I stick with what I know, what fits nicely in my purse, and live with a blurry shot in the scrapbook every now & then?  I think both of these cameras are cute, but I'm not sure "cute" is the best criteria for this particular purchase.  Shoes, sure.  Camera, not so much...

                      

So will you help?  Help!  Please offer any and all opinions, so when we look back on Christmas 2008, it won’t be through the blurry lens of my broken Canon Powershot sd550!

11.18.2008

Bloggy Bling!

Missy over at Bees and Boos gave me this lovely award yesterday:
And she didn't even know a mi me gusta mucho hablar espanol.  It's so exciting.  Thank you, Missy.  (I know I'm missing some accents and that twirly thing that goes over the "n", but seriously, people, I've just figured out how to get bloggy bling on my blog.  These things take time.)

Here's what the award is for:

“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

It's my pleasure to pass the award on to these eight bloggers, who make me laugh, or think, or cry, on a regular basis:


11.17.2008

No I Can't! (Will Barack Obama Give Up His Blackberry?)

It's not a political diatribe, I promise (don't you know me better than that by now?). I'm the contributing writer over at Midwest Parents today, which is where you can find out just what it is that I can't give up.

Midwest Parents

It's that time of the month again.

No, not THAT time.  It's time for Aimee's greeblepix contest.  To see some excellent photography, check out the other participants here.

As for me, this is my entry, which I love because it is cold and cold and cold outside, but never at the Gardens.  I might move there.  Soon.

11.14.2008

Should Kids Read Twilight? Just Not in the Dark!


When my son was in the first grade, he was already an avid reader.  He was zooming through the Magic Tree House series, and the A to Z Mysteries, and loving every minute of it.   Because he was an early reader, we were very aware that there were books he could read, that perhaps he shouldn’t, yet.

Around that time, one of our local bookstores refused to carry the Harry Potter series on the grounds that wizardly is evil.  I hadn’t read a single one, and knew magic was involved, but I didn’t know much else. I did know that before long my little boy would be asking about those books.  I also knew this was a judgment my husband and I would have to make for ourselves, as I certainly wasn’t going to ban a book for my child based on someone else’s review.  So I hit the library and checked out the one that started it all, The Sorcerer’s Stone. 

Not only did I flip through those pages as fast as I could, I found the story quite endearing.  Contrary to what I’d heard, I saw good triumph over evil, children making tough, but wise, choices, and strength of character rarely explored in newer children’s literature.  I was in.  Both of my older boys now own the complete set.  Alas, we went the more inexpensive route and purchased them in paperback, not knowing that these treasures would be read and re-read a million times.  Most of the books are now broken half or thirds, and it’s still not unusual to find one of the boys perusing a tattered, partial copy.  It’s high time to invest in the hardcovers, I know.  Perhaps for Christmas…

Although there are plenty of witches and wizards in Harry Potter, there are no vampires.  But the hot new Stephenie Meyer series aimed at tweens and teens has one front and center.  If you’ve somehow missed this news (where are you living?), the series begins with the book Twilight.  The story centers on a 17-year old girl, Bella who falls madly in love with the amazingly beautiful Edward Cullens.  Naturally, he’s a vampire.  Naturally.

Does the whole vampire thing bother me?  A little, perhaps a bit more than a little, if I’m honest with myself.  But what bothers me more is the sensuality, the underpinning of desire that’s the bedrock of Bella and Edward’s relationship.  No, they don’t have sex.  (At least not yet, anyway.)  But they sure do want to.  And for grown-ups who enjoy this kind of book, I say knock yourselves out.  Read away.  But for 12- and 13- and 14-year olds who are just on the cusp of discovering attraction for the opposite sex, I think this series has the potential to glamorize what is essential hormones and lust.

The Center for Youth/Parent Undertanding posted a link to this thoughtful and prescient article, by Jonathan McKee and David R. Smith.  In it, the authors made several points that bear repeating:

  • “…our chief concern gravitated more toward Bella’s emotional vulnerability and the graphic sensuality described in the romantic scenes between she and Edward.”

  •  “Today’s young girls will most definitely identify with Bella’s concern for self image and consistent need for validation. In the books Bella is portrayed as very plain. Most girls can relate to this. Seven in ten girls feel they do not measure up in some way, including their looks and in relationships.”

Although I’m not raising girls, I’m raising the boys that three of them will marry.  I’m extremely cognizant of the message about girls portrayed in books and movies and these arguments give me reason for pause.  However, I like the conclusion these authors draw even more.  Rather than reviewing the book and suggesting parents stick their heads in the sand, or draw the proverbial line, they have a better idea:  if you feel like your kids can handle it, and they’re interested, see the movie with them.  Or, if the book is what your kids are after, and you approve it, read it too.  Knowledge has long been a powerful tool, and being able to discuss the heavier parts of the story with your child give you an opportunity you might otherwise miss.

So approve away if you like, just do it with your eyes wide open, not in the dark.

11.13.2008

It's a Contest! You Could Win! (Or Me, I Could Win, Too!)

With names like Carmelized Pralines and Christmas Splendor, how could you not want to win one (or two!) of these candles?



As I was checking out the tweets of my peeps earlier today, I saw that my blogging friend Jenny over at Daily Dose of Motherhood was having a contest.

You all know I like to win, so I popped over to see what she had up for grabs.  Turns out, Jenny and her husband own a candle-making company, Harmony Grove, and she's giving a couple away.

I'm planning to win them, of course, but you're welcome to visit Jenny and join the fray.  Just be sure to sign in with my name.


On a completely different note...

My house already smells like cinnamon today, which is why I didn't opt to win the "Cinnamon Bun" scent.  And when I head to the grocery, I'm sure people will suspect I've killed someone this morning, because my fingers may be permanently stained red:

But not to worry.  I promise - no killing was involved.  Just hot hard tack candy, cinnamon oil, red food coloring, and scissors.

11.12.2008

Seriously, all day I thought it was Tuesday...

Wordless Wednesday:  A Lovely Respite from the Cold Outside








11.11.2008

Jimmy Carter, The Economy, and Report Cards

On a very cold Monday night, in the middle of the country, in the state with reportedly the worst economic problems around, this was the scene in the lobby of Logan's restaurant, where people of all ages milled around for 45 minutes, waiting to be seated...

Can't imagine how long the wait is when there's an economic boom.  Seriously, can someone explain this to me?  The irony was that the TV in the bar was simultaneously running the headline "Obama's biggest problem:  the economy."  

And why were we there?  We endured the wait, surround by more peanuts than Jimmy Carter could imagine, to celebrate three great report cards.  In my book, that's worth dinner and dessert regardless of what's happening on Wall Street.


11.09.2008

I'm just sayin'...

Fairly certain that bite wasn't there when I put these into the box...

11.07.2008

A Thanksgiving to Remember

The fall has long been my favorite season, and I love its celebratory holiday, with the Pilgrims and their hats and corn and all that old-fashioned simplicity.  I’m quite certain that I’ve glossed over my own Thanksgiving memories with that pretty, fine glaze we like to apply to the past, but I when I think back they're filled with visions of family gathered around the kitchen and living room, with endless amounts of stuffing and turkey and pie.  Oh yes, especially cherry pie. 
 

Thanksgiving, for me, is a less stressful holiday, even though I often end up cooking.  I realize that for lots of women, the idea of cooking and baking and preparing food for so many can put them over the edge, and I get that.  But for me, the cooking isn’t overwhelming in the least.  Much more difficult for me are the other holidays and there is something that overwhelms me about each of them: the costumes at Halloweeen, the spiritual tension at Christmas, or the whole why-must-there-be-a-bunny discussion at Easter.  These things I find overwhelming; cooking, not so much.

That said, I’m certain it hasn’t always been a sure bet that I’d end up the Thanksgiving hostess.  My favorite story isn’t even mine:  it’s my mom’s.  When she and my dad were first married, and living far, far away from where they’d grown up, relatives came to visit the newlyweds for Thanksgiving.  In anticipation of the big day, my mom prepped and cooked and stressed, I’m sure, to get it all just right.  And things looked good:  food ready, table set, conversation moving.  But when the time came to cut the bird, something curious happened.  The conversation quieted, and my sweet, young mother realized that she was supposed to take that plastic bag and its contents out before cooking… Ah, well.  We all learn from our mistakes and she has become a fine turkey cook over the years.  And pie, did I mention her pie?

Early in my own marriage, it looked as though the non-domestic qualities may have been passed down.  When I asked my husband, on his first birthday after our wedding, what kind of cake he’d like me to make (I was trying!), I thought he’d answer with a flavor I’d select from Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines.  But no.  What he said, exactly, was, “I’d really like an Italian Cream Cake.”

A what?

I definitely had not seen that in the cake aisle.  I furtively called his mom, and she faxed me the very complicated recipe.  (Anything that involved more than adding oil and eggs was complicated for me, people.  I was new at this.)

I measured and stirred and beat those eggs whites and poured the batter into the new tins we’d bought.  As I slid it into the oven, it just didn’t look right.  “Greg,” I called.  “Something doesn’t look right about this cake.”  He slid over to the oven, pulled open the door, and asked, “Did you add flour?”

Flour!  Right!

But, lo, these many years later, I can bake a mean Italian Cream Cake and a delicious stuffed turkey.I’ve come a long way, baby. 

And for that, we’re all thankful.

This post was written as part of Parent Bloggers Network's blog blast.  It's sponsored this week by the one and only Butterball, which always graces my Thanksgiving table.

11.04.2008

If voting gives you a headache, do it anyway. Just use caution when you select your drug of choice.

We pause for this commercial interuption.

Edit of the day: Cakewrecks hilarious post 

My favorite part is Jen's comment:  "What are you guys talking about? Our education system is fine.  Really."  

Okay, enough editing.  Here's the original post:

The Obvious Today: 

Get out there and vote!  Stand inside, stand outside, join the queue, take a snack for yourself, take a snack for your toddler, do whatever you have to do.  Just get on over to the polls.  I can’t wait! 

The Less Obvious, But Very Scary and Worth Pursuing Post-Election:

The NY Times reported yesterday that “Over the past six years, the F.D.A. has managed to inspect annually an average of just 15 of the 714 Chinese drug plants that export to the United States. At its present pace, the F.D.A. would need more than 50 years to visit all of these Chinese plants. By contrast, the F.D.A. inspects domestic drug plants every 2.7 years.”

Now we all know that melamine has been found in formula manufactured in China.  We’re afraid to buy potentially tainted toys made there.  But we’re importing uninspected drugs by the bazillions.  (Okay, that’s not the official number, but it’s close.)  Does this make sense? 

The upside is that because China and other countries can manufacture drugs so inexpensively, millions of people around the world have access to drugs they wouldn’t be able to afford otherwise.  However, warns Gardiner Harris in his NY Times article, “without proper regulation, some of those drugs could be either ineffective or dangerous. A 2006 study found that more than half of anti-malarial drugs sold in Southeast Asia contained no active ingredients. The World Health Organization has estimated that as much as 10 percent of pharmaceuticals sold worldwide are counterfeit or contaminated. In some poor countries, the share is more than 30 percent.”

As far as I’m concerned, any percent of contaminated or counterfeit drugs is unacceptable.  If Target can figure out what I bought last week without a receipt, and the Apple Store can function without cash registers, then the FDA ought to be able to get its act together, too.  Why on earth are we paying taxes out the wazoo to a government that can’t use our dollars efficiently?  We work hard for that money.  Shouldn’t they work hard to appropriate it properly?

I’m a fan of my good friend Nyquil and his close cousin, Advil, and I hope to not have to give either up on days when my body is desperate for relief.  Shouldn’t I be able to take them without fear?

This makes me a little nervous, friends.  What about you?

11.02.2008

A Little Carrot, Indiana Jones, and Granny with Baby: Happy Halloween!

So this weekend, I really wanted to participate in the Blog Blast at Parent Bloggers Network because we had some great costumes.  Well, sure, I’m a little biased, but still, we had a lovely little carrot, Indiana Jones himself, and Granny with a baby on her back.  The latter is seriously the best costume we have ever come up with (thanks familyfun.com), and more people took photos of my son on Friday than ever before.  (And, yes, that did freak me out a bit.)

So, for the contest, we can enter our kids’ costumes in several different categories, and if I had a picture, darn it, I’m sure Granny would have a fighting chance at "Most Creative."  But since my camera broke on Thursday morning, I have only have one lonely picture of our carrot, taken with my cell phone during his class party.

Since it's all I've got, and because it's really cute, I’m entering this one as “Cutest Costume, ages 3 and up.”  Surely it has a chance, especially if the little girl who’s mom brought her to storytime in her hand-sewn, to-die-for adorable little skunk costume, isn’t a blogger.  And with all that sewing to do, how could she have time?  (Here’s hoping!)  And here’s my sweet little carrot (the idea was all his, I promise.)  Isn't he cute?  Cutest?  Right?



If Aimee, Casey, and Tracey--the three fine judges chosen by the Parent Bloggers Network--agree, I could win a gift certificate to Blurb.com, which, clearly, I will need for all the photos I'll take with my soon-to-be new camera.

10.30.2008

Halloween Costumes Courtesy of Your Local ‘Whores R Us’

So....


THIS...       OR  THIS...   

At the risk of offending at least half of you, that's my question.  Are these equally good ideas?  Moms of girls out there, tell me if you agree:  I think some of these girls’ costumes are getting a little risquĆ©.  I mean, I know Britney’s cool and all, but seriously?  Are you okay with this?

Here’s the thing:  as a mom of three boys, I monitor costumes for gore and weaponry.  Thankfully the schools don’t allow these anyway, so, for once, they’ve got my back.  And even though I don’t have girls, well, I AM one, right?  I still know a little bit about the miniatures of my gender.

My neighbor's eight-year-old daughter is dressing up as Britney Spears tomorrow night.  She’ll have a t-shirt on under the stylish belly shirt, and will feel very cool with her headset, I’m sure.  And, you know, I guess that’s fine.  She’s a little girl imitating a star—just good fun, right? 

But then, then I hesitate, because there’s this other little nagging part of me saying, “Nope, this is not alright.”  Because of all of the choices out there, why choose that one?  Why emulate the girl who’s latest video has her writhing naked in the steam room?  It’s not just Britney that troubles me.  It’s the slew of fake cleavage, high heels, and skirts designed to show off your thong that really make me nervous.  Why not pop on over to familyfun.com and make yourself a Fairy Princess costume?  Or pay someone to make it?  Or buy something more innocuous at Costco?  A dalmation!  A witch!  Anything!

In her Motherlode column for the NYTimes, Lisa Belkin wrote about Girls’ Costumes Gone Wild.  Like me, Ms. Belkin hasn’t shopped for girl’s costumes.  She notes that as a child when she dressed as a cat she used “a black leotard and tights from ballet class, with a hand-sewn and stuffed tail.”  This version made her more like “Felix the Cat, not Halle Berry as Catwoman.”  And that’s just the thing.  More and more I see us pushing girls to be women, while women are starving themselves to look like girls.  (But, wait, that’s neither here nor there; it’s a different post altogether.  Sorry about that!)

As the mom of boys, though, I know I’d much rather see my son’s future girlfriend and wife dressed as Felix.  Catwoman can date someone else.  For sure.

Am I off base?  Is it just fun?  What do you think?

And, for the record, I'm considering the Britney costume myself. (No, not really.  Come on, people!  I have three boys:  I'm going as a Jedi!)

10.29.2008

Cop a little feel. Come on, you can do it!

Okay, well, I know it was already Wordless Wednesday, but now I have a few words for you.


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That's right, ladies, get busy. October is breast cancer awareness month, and as you may recall from a previous Wordless Wednesday, a few of my girlfriends and I walked with TONS of others to raise money for the fight.

However, as I was perusing my fellow bloggers today, I saw over at coffeeyogurt that our friend at Monkeys & Princesses is trying to raise even more. It's a contest! You can win! Seriously, she's having a contest this month and donating all of her ad revenue for October to breast cancer research. The more visits she gets, the more money she donates. So go see her and help all our "girls" have a fighting chance.

Wordless Wednesday: A Wet Lab is a Happy Lab!







10.28.2008

Who Cares About the Dow?

The Election's Almost Here!


10.27.2008

Not That Hardy

Look closely.

No, no, you have to look closer than that.  Did you just see a waterfall with what appears to be a huge pumpkin sitting at the top?  (It's some sort of buoy, really.)  Look at the far right, near the wall, where the water just starts to come down the second tier?  Do you see him?  Huge Mr. Salmon, jumping for his life?  There were tons of them.  The kids loved this - they were entranced and we finally had to pull them away before we all froze to death.


This was the beautiful scene the other way - it's an old fishing village that dates to the 1850's.  The salmon were swimming through here, headed towards the falls.


And I couldn't help but wonder how darn cold these people must get in the winter.  Brrr!  It's a gorgeous setting, but once again reminds me that I am so glad to have not been a pioneer.  I'm hardy, people, but not that hardy.


Happy Monday!

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