Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
I'm hoping Santa brings a new home to Wally for Christmas! Are you Wally's new home?
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Holiday Greetings from the California chaos. I am caught in the whirl of Christmas prep, construction and real time drama, as in the school play.
Christmas cards seem like they have gone the way of the dinosaurs. It's the 11th. I haven't sent any and I've received only a handful. Of course, my mystery friends sent their card. It arrived on December 1st. Gorgeous card. Cute kids. I still have no idea who these people are.
Our construction projects are nearing the end. They've been nearing the end for quite some time now. In January, they still could be nearing the end. Maybe our construction crew is facing separation anxiety? We've ordered some furniture and light fixtures. Just add all of that stuff to the good old VISA bill. January is going to be hella fun.
The school play puts on its final performance today. Pride of the Pickle Factory will hit the stage this afternoon. The kids have been working so hard and they had a terrific performance last night. There are some parents that have been slaving away for months, along with our talented and dedicated drama teacher. The children that have the opportunity to work in this program are truly blessed.
Next week we are on for Martini Friday. Just a small group of moms and some holiday sweaters. I'm hoping for some good pics. Recipes should be sprouting up here next week for some truly festive cocktails.
I hope this finds you well in this holiday PREP season. More to come later.
Monday, December 6, 2010
On a rare Friday, I had the pleasure of walking to the grocery store with Birk. It was one on one time, on a cool, damp and dark night. She just turned 9, and I was getting the scoop on 3rd grade social dynamics...
MOM: What did you do on recess today at school?
BIRK: I played with Ava (her best friend). Mom, I don't know what I'd do without her. I'd probably sit in the corner all by myself doing nothing.
MOM: Why do you think that? You could always ask someone else to play.
BIRK: It's not like that mom.
MOM: What do you mean?
BIRK: Well, it's a lot like teams. Some people pick other people. Ava picks me. No one else would pick me.
MOM: Who decides who picks who?
BIRK: The people in charge.
MOM: The people in charge? Why couldn't you be a person in charge and pick who you want to play with?
BIRK: That's a lot of responsibility.
MOM: Why is that?
BIRK: Well, then you tend to get bossy when you're in charge. I don't like being bossy.
The more things change the more things stay the same. Being a girl isn't always easy.
Friday, December 3, 2010
We have a wonderful 11 year old collie-lab cross named Kiki, but maybe, just maybe, she needs a friend. This new dog discussion is floating around our household. Ruth especially is excited about the idea of a new member in our family.
Some stupid parent (ok, it's me), might have, just might have, mentioned that if Ruth did well in her studies this year at school that we might get a dog in the summer. My husband is not a fan of this idea. In fact, he called me out on my bad parenting in bold face.
Now, Ruth is glued to the Humane Society website. She tracks every adoption and calls it a "missed opportunity" when a dog she likes gets a new home. She knows that it's the best thing for the dog, but she is longing for a canine companion.
I understand her feelings. I love animals. I grew up on a farm. We had animals running around everywhere. There was space and food and love. Anyone remember the story of Ariel the Christmas Cat? Yup. Strays were welcome, there is always room for one more.
I stupidly took my daughters to our local Humane Society. We found a cute pup, fell instantly in love and called dad--he threw a fit. He called me out on "Bad Parenting Mistake" number 2. If you are going to make a deal, do not change the terms of the bribery, er, deal. So, that trip, no dog.
However, there was this dog for adoption named Wally. Wally is 3 and he looks like his head was cut off of one dog and sewn onto another dog's little body. He is not cute. My daughters didn't give Wally the time of day. He was just sad and lonely in his little cell, er cage.
Wally has been on my mind. I don't want to say that he's ugly, but as in life, if you're pretty or cute, sometimes doors open up for you. No doors have opened for Wally in over a month.
I am going with a friend to the Humane Society today to help her pick up a "cute" dog that she is adopting. This means I will have to walk past Wally. Lord help me.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
We were listening to Christmas carols at breakfast. Bing Crosby was crooning, "I wish you a Merry Christmas.
I was flipping french toast when Ruth said in a mock aristocratic tone, "My, now those are some unusually stubborn and demanding guests, aren't they?"
I looked up, lost in my world of french toast.
"You know, demanding figgy pudding and refusing to leave."
This kids just cracks me up.
Merry holiday preparations to you all, and may no one have guests that demand you whip up some figgy pudding and bring it right there.