Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
D has been babbling "Ba ba ba," "ga ga ga" and a whole slew of other sounds, but today he officially said my favorite word, "Mama."
I was sooo thrilled when he said it and luckily there was a camera with a recorder on the counter in front of me. I quickly grabbed it and filmed him saying it again.
**Don't forget to turn the player off at the bottom of the page first before you watch the video.**
It is moments like this that make being a mother, worth it.
"Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind."
Friday, June 26, 2009
I check out the news online, and I see Michael Jackson's image over and over again:
As a kid with a huge round fro that resembles those ice cream punch cones that I owned as a child....
As a greasy haired guido with a leather jacket like the picture up above.....
And there are the ones that mock his transformation and his mysterious "I've never had plastic surgery" nose.....
And yet, despite his eccentricity, the accusations about his behavior with children, and his reclusive lifestyle--the world loved him. We somehow deep in our hearts, had a place for him, his music, and the lessons he taught us and our children.
For many of us, this week (especially), was a week of deaths that sort of blindsided us all. It started with Ed McMahon passing away, then the lovely Farrah Fawcett followed 6 hours later by the King of Pop, Michael Jackson.
I think the world has had enough celebrity deaths this week....Dear God, please stop.
As I was on my way to work last night I listened to "The Girl is Mine," "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough," and "Black or White." In fact, if you turn your station to 104.7 right now, you will STILL be able to listen to his music run non-stop. All over again, I was reminded why I really enjoyed listening to MJ. But sadly enough, things felt different as I cranked the volume up and bobbed my head up and down as I sang "...It's black, It's white. It's tough for them...." just as those people did in the video as their faces were morphed from one face to another. The song, somehow, didn't carry the same energy.
It's like when MJ passed away, his music kind of went along with him.
I was never a hard-core fan of MJ. I never owned any of his posters, or T-shirts, and I think I can count on 1 finger how many of his CD's I actually own. I never had a crush on him, never went to any of his concerts, and never tried to track down his Neverland Ranch in California. A whole lotta "nevers" here, but for some reason, there is still a whole lotta love and respect for his music. And yes, I like using the word "lotta" here.
I guess it's not too surprising that his death completely overshadows the other two celebrities that passed away this week. Definitely, no surprise at all. He brings with him an entire nation of followers dreadfully upset and hurt with his sudden demise.
A kid at heart who lived an abusive childhood, a questionable skin change and a quirky adulthood of a 'Peter Pan' type lifestyle, his music made us forget about all of it.
Though I hate to spout off cliche's....really I do. I believe he is in a happier place. No more media crowding him......
no more constant doubts about his lifestyle and kids........
no more white glove.
Wonderful, wonderful music.
To quote MJ's favorite
character idol, Peter Pan....
"Forget them....Forget them all.
Come with me where you'll never,
never have to worry about grown up things again."
I think he even knows he's in a much better place.
Much better place.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
As a child, prank-calling was fun. Perhaps, even an indoor sport. We used to prank-call at sleep-overs, and even when the parents were out and we had absolutely nothing else to do with our friends to kill some time.
I remember thumbing through the phonebook under "Whitehead." For some reason, we always ended up calling an old lady named Luvena Whitehead. We would ask for "Luvena Blackhead" and when she said that there was no one by that name, I would tell her "Oh sorry, wrong pimple."
Ok, so as an adult maybe it isn't as funny. But when you're a kid and you randomly call people asking for someone else--it is.
I'm sure that if you are my age and you watched "The Simpsons" as a child, you may remember Bart and Lisa calling Moe's Tavern asking for:
and my all-time favorite as a child:
to name a few.......
My brother and I had phone numbers from the airport payphones. I'm pretty certain that anytime I was there, I wrote down the number so I could use it in the future for a good prank call. I thought it would be funny to call one of the payphones (because you know some dumb schmuck will answer it) and then ask the "dumb schmuck" if there is a 'Mike Rotch' around. We were surely jumping up and down with laughter. Unable to contain ourselves at times, and even ruining the prank all together because we just couldn't get the name out without giggling.
I also remember a time when my brother and I randomly pressed numbers on the phone and reached a gentleman with an answering machine message that was entirely too long and completely different than anything I had ever heard before. This gentleman never picked up his phone--at least that I can remember, so it was great that my brother and I could continue to call this guy over and over again without him picking up the phone.
I think at one point we even shared the phone # with our mom, because it was so damn hilarious. We wanted her to listen to it as well. Believe it or not, to this day, I still remember the greeting on the machine. It went a little something like this:
"Ahhhh, spring. I'm probably outside in the garden right now up to my elbows in mother-earth....planting flowers and vegetables. But don't hang up! Just start talking so I'll have time to drop my trowel and come running to the phone, because I do so VERY much want to talk to you."
Ridiculous right? But a the same time, kind of poetic.
What's sad is although I enjoyed prank calling as a child, my kids will never be able to experience it the same way I did as a child. With caller ID's, and *69 last call return, the phone companies have made it nearly impossible to prank-call without getting caught.
What's the fun in that?
Yeah I know there are things like *67 which allow you to block your own number, but then you have these smug yuppies that have "no call blocking" attached to their phone so you'll never be able to get through without them knowing who you are.
It's a shame.
I'm sure in the future, things with the phones will become more complex. Probably something where your face pops up every time you call someone...I don't know.
I guess the only place my kids will be calling (when they get to the "prank call stage") will be airport payphones.
Monday, June 22, 2009
I was pumping gas at the gas station by my house today. While I waited for the gas to fill up my tank, I leaned up against the car and watched as a lady in a van was watching me nearby. My first thought was 'Oh crap, this lady is a psycho and she's getting ready for everyone to leave so she can mug me, steal my kids and ride away in my SUV.'
I finished my tank, and hurried furiously as I saw the lady drive closer. My next next thought was 'Ok, maybe she's disabled. My tank is closest to her so it's easier for her to get out and fuel up, or maybe she REALLY wants to use the tank that I am at even though there are several other tanks available to her.'
As I scrambled to get Little A into the car (he was out because he likes to help me), the lady drove up closer, got out of her van and walked right up toward me and Little A. I grabbed Little A close by me as she handed me a note. My next thought was 'Oh great! This is a deaf lady trying to ask me for $.'
I'll explain why I thought this later on in this story.
I was correct on half of that thought though. She WAS deaf.
The note mentioned the name of a place, cross-streets, and the name "Mike." She held up her finger for me to wait as she ran back to her car. My thought? Gun.
She was grabbing a pen and paper to write on.
When she came back, I signed to her, "Are you deaf?" To which she asked me if I knew sign language. I told her I knew a little, and then I proceeded to inform her that the place she was looking for was a church nearby and it was a block away. She still didn't really know where she was so I signed to her that she could follow me.
Let me just inform you that I took Sign Language in college as my "foreign language elective." After taking French in High School, I felt like I knew enough to get by in France (which I did), and opted for something else in college. Thus, I entered the silent world of signing. I loved it, became my teacher's favorite student (at least in my mind) and excelled in ALL of my work and exams without missing a point. That's right....I scored 100% on everything in those 4 semesters of Sign Language. I guess you could say that I was pretty damn good at it. Sorry to brag.
I still am.
I used it on Little A when he was younger. And he learned very quickly how to sign things to me without having to ask for it. I plan on doing the same for D.
Back to the story.
So I drove slowly up the street about a block, and turned into the church. I whipped around and signed to her that this was the place. She thanks me over and over again.
And I thanked myself for having done a good deed today.Oh. And that thing about a 'deaf person trying to beg for $'? It happens. In fact, a little too much. One of my Deaf Professors stated that there are many deaf people who considered themselves disabled while other Deaf individuals don't consider it a disability. Many take advantage of being deaf.
It's pretty sad.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
You are perhaps the most amazing father there is....
If I could send one big thank you for all those things you did for me:
For those moments when:
Friday, June 19, 2009
Seriously though, does it get any more delicious than that?
I have saved this magazine the entire time; simply to drool over the front cover while also keeping the recipe inside as neat as can be without having Little A tear it up.
I've decided that I am going to make it for Father's day, and I can't wait. Apparently this recipe became really popular and it's become difficult to find online, so I've decided to share it with all of you if you love coconut as much as I do.
It's a double-layer cake that has a strawberry filling which I am actually not going to do since the hubby doesn't like fruit. Yeah I know, weird, and perhaps I'll blog about his hate of fruit some other time. For now though, I'll be adding just a coconut frosted layer in the middle of the 2 cakes in place of the strawberry preserves.
You can find the cake recipe here and print it out if you are interested.
If you decide to make it, please let me know. I'd love to hear how it turned out.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Not only do I hear him mention that word, "Magical Lagic," over and over again, but somewhere in that little mind of his, he has also created a song for it. It consists of only those 2 words but he sings it over and over again in varying pitches and tunes.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I am honored to be viewed as one of those writer's by Mommy Dearest, who graciously and generously passed this award to me.
Thank you Mommy Dearest!
"The 'Honest Scrap Award' comes with a caveat or two. Firstly, you have to tell your readers 10 things about you they may not know. Secondly, you have to tag 10 people with the award. Thirdly, let all the people you've given the award to know that they've gotten it (comment on their blogs or something). And finally, make sure you link back to the person who awarded you."
1. I refuse to share dairy products with other people. I think it's gross and completely germy (is that a word?).
2. I am a realist. I don't believe that "Everything happens for a reason," "That was meant to be," or that "Things will just work itself out." Nor do I believe in horoscopes.
3. I find vanity plates completely annoying.
4. I'm not a "shoe person." I don't own a ton of shoes and I never pay attention to other people's shoes either. I wear flip-flops 365 days a year.
5. I hate being woken up before my alarm clock goes off--even if it's a minute before.
6. I listen to music A LOT, but I do not own an IPOD and I do not have millions of CD's.
7. I prefer college football over professional football.
8. When someone tell me their "dream from last night." I tend to tune out because I find it completely boring.
9. I love the winter season.
10. I cry like a baby when I see a roach. I am terrified!It is with pleasure that I pass this award on to:
Bekah @ All Things Squishy
Camille @ Keeping Up With The Badgers
Tara @ The Ronquillo Crew
Jenny @ Meet Virginia
Debra @ Debabblings
Sunshine @ Every Day Changes
Stacie @ Stacie and Jason
Allison @ The Famous Amos'
Gigi @ Conceptual Reality
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Although the weather was quite crappy (overcast) on Sunday, I think the anxious part of me took over and I opted to let D have a swim in the pool. The pool was cold and my poor little guy was very upset in the beginning. It took a bit for him to feel comfortable and to get adjusted and let the water warm up a bit.
Warming up in the sun.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
We went to Takamatsu's in Chandler for some sushi. I was craving it, plus, we were anxious to try this place out. A co-worker of mine (who I think has fabulous taste in food) told me about this place and swears by it. He goes there all the time and raves about the $20 all-you-can-eat sushi.
I KNEW this was something I had to try out even though Big A was a little skeptical about eating sushi at a primarily Korean restaurant. I did a little research online and they had fabulous reviews for their Korean BBQ and their sushi.
Let me just say that my all-time favorite sushi place is Todai. They had one here in Phoenix for a while, and I was completely bummed when they got rid of it. If you ever want to try it though, you'll have to go to their closest location to us: San Diego, where you can sample their football field length all-you-can-eat sushi buffet.
In the meantime, I will take Takamatsu's. The people that worked there were super friendly and the sushi basically melted in my mouth. Delish!
Friday, June 12, 2009
It was around this time last year where we were getting down to the wire with the final details.
What was the final head count?
Why are there still RSVP's arriving after the deadline?
Why is this person upset with me that they didn't get an invite when I had been trying to get in touch with them for so long?
Should we switch some items on the menu and go with the roasted round of beef or the chicken marsala?
What else should we add for the centerpieces?
Who's going to work the front and check everyone in?
How come the nametags aren't printing out correctly?
All of these, and more, are the reasons why I was such a royal mess last year. It was time-consuming and I literally felt like I missed out on Little A's life that year. We were holding meetings, I was on the internet 24-7, I was texting more often than I normally do, and even while Little A was playing soccer all I could think about was the reunion. I was in constant communication with the committee, and yet I felt like having an exchange of words with my husband about [insert topic here] was taking time away from something I should be doing for the reunion. It was the worst feeling in the world.
Cheers to such a wonderful group of people. And as hesitant as I am to say this, I am looking forward to what's in store for us for our 20th.
Hopefully I won't be a stressful mess.