Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
The thing I think is the funniest is his voice throughout the thing. He said he was trying to be chatty at first to help calm the nerves of the kids. Yeah. I'm buying that.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
On the upside, during the 2 mile trip back to our house, the courtesy service driver who brought me back home and I talked about so much.... working out at the gym, ballroom dancing, the fact that we are both Catholic, and the reason he joined the Eastern Orthodox Melkite Church nearly 20 years ago. At one point in his life he thought seriously about becoming a priest. We talked about so much in that short amount of time that you just wouldn't have believed it. I imagine if he didn't have to get back to work, we could have chatted for hours and not come up for air.
Now, I am not saying that I think that all people who work at auto repair shops are uncommunicative, idiotic grease monkeys; rather, I am saying what a breath of fresh air to find such an interesting person who also worked at an auto repair shop.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Again last week, a friend and I each took our oldest kid plus a friend of theirs to said tapas place and I introduced #1 to the delicious dish. She is allergic to wheat, so the fact that it had rice noodles was perfect. Also, she loves "da speecy-spicy", so it was a complete home run with her.
She came right home and looked in her cookbook (How to Cook Everything) that my favorite sister gave her for Christmas and was excited to not only find the recipe in there, but that the author says it is a very easy dish to make. Whooo!
So now I have a teenager who loves to cook and she is going to learn to make one of my new favorite dishes.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
"Yes, Father?" said the nurse.
"I would really like to see President Obama and Speaker Pelosi before I die," whispered the priest.
"I'll see what I can do, Father," replied the nurse.
The nurse sent the request to the President and Congress and waited for a response. Soon the word arrived; President Obama and Nancy Pelosi would be delighted to visit the priest.
As they went to the hospital, Obama commented to Pelosi, "I don't know why the old priest wants to see us, but it will certainly help our images and might even get me re-elected." Pelosi agreed that it was a good thing.
When they arrived at the priest's room, the priest took Obama's hand in his right hand and Pelosi's hand in his left hand. There was a silence and a look of serenity on the old priest's face.
Finally President Obama spoke, "Father, of all the people you could have chosen, why did you choose us to be with you as you near the end of your life?"
The old priest slowly replied, "I have always tried to pattern my life after our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ."
"Amen," said Obama.
"Amen," agreed Pelosi.
The old priest continued, "Jesus died between two lying thieves; I would like to do the same."
Thursday, April 15, 2010
I didn't want to just go in, get the pants, and leave. The store made me want to linger. So much of this stuff was the same kind of things that were in department stores when I was a child. Classically styled clothes. There were a pair of shoes that I know must have been sitting there since 1982 back when they were first popular.. or perhaps they still make them, I don't know.
No. I have become a slave of WalMart, Target, or even Goodwill. Making the "most" out a dollar.
Our parents were basically the last generation who took their children once or twice a year to a sweet downtown department store, most of which were two stories tall. To get to the upper floor, where the kids' clothes were, you either had to go up a large, polished wooden staircase with handrails that were much too big for a little girl's hand, its clean, brown rubber treads on each step.... or perhaps you'd use the small elevator with little round push-buttons, each kid getting a turn pushing either the "1" on the way up or the "2" on the way down...... or maybe your department store had an escalator, which tested the agility of small feet, something you still sort of fear even to this day when you go to the mall.
This generation of mothers would not be in a hurry on this special shopping day, nor would they be in bad moods because there were genuine, nice, smiling salespeople who helped pick out items from mom's list, which was usually a couple of stock basics: spring dresses, dress pants, Easter hats, undergarments, or shiny, new shoes. Even if mom didn't run into anyone she knew and pause to chit-chat, the saleslady was nice enough and had been there long enough that she remembered you. Sort of like an old friend, but one who has never been to your house for a cookout.
Then, happy moms and kids would go out for a sandwich and ice cream at a local dairy bar. If they were really lucky, daddy worked nearby and could meet them for lunch.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
If I wrote all the details, you would very nearly turn to stone, so I will present it in bullet form, although I think you might need to get up and move around to keep rigor mortis at bay.
- car trouble on the way to Mom's
- #1 coming down with sniffles (we think from the record-setting pollen count)
- take car to (local, well-respected) fix it shop
- can't get to it until next week (so well-respected that they are absolutely slammed)
- leave it anyway and get a ballpark estimate of 2-3K!
- borrow mom's old convertible to have a "mini getaway" without kids
- drive 1 hour to feel like we are getting "away"
- have car trouble
- find auto repair place
- check into hotel, get the bad news that the day spa no longer offers couple massage
- walk to restaurant, amazing meal, walk back to hotel, collapse into bed
- rent car, worry that the company was going to follow us around town and put dings in the car because we refuse to buy insurance coverage (as we are covered on on regular auto ins)
- take troubled convertible to fix it shop
- get told "probably the spark plugs", tune up = $200, but can't get to it until the next day
- leave car
- toodle around town in rental car, find one antique store, scope out restaurant for dinner
- back to hotel to watch Masters Par 3 Tournament
- go to dinner, have another amazing meal, go back to hotel
- get a call from sis saying #1 is feeling worse & where's the inhaler (didn't get packed)
- get call at midnight with the news that #1 can't breathe
- favorite sister knows all the right people and gets a nebulizer/Albeuterol for the weekend
- get zero sleep bc of worry
- wake up sore bc of poor excuse for a mattress & aforementioned worry
- wish for the millionth time that the spa still offered couple massage
- get convertible picked up
- return rental car
- shop at two thrift stores
- grab lunch
- drive back to Mom's with the top up bc it looks like it is going to pour down rain any second (black skies, go figure!) but doesn't of course
- arrive at Mom's with the news that ALL the children have the same sniffles that #1 has
- Mom, favorite sis, and I go get pedicures (to drown our sorrows) my pedi chair doesn't work (were you expecting differently?) and the dude was too rough and I "bleeded"
- have amazing meal
- brave Wal Mart for bread, milk, cheese
- back to Mom's, collapse into bed listen to thunderstorm
- gorgeous day
- clean up behind kids
- go to thrift store with favorite sister in convertible
- back at Mom's, sit in convertible watching the sky, talking, and laughing for 90 minutes (no one knew we had pulled into the driveway... we just wanted to see how long it would be before they found us)
- gave up bc of full bladders
- went to dinner
- woke up at midnight, 3am, and 6am with #4 wheezing
- thank God over and over again for a sister who handles crises well for her tottering, older sister
- no sleep bc of worry and uncomfortable, hammock-like bed
- worry over #4 who is hyper from Albeuterol, yet lethargic due to wheezing/exhaustion
- borrow Mom's minivan, thank God for her generosity, drive home in a panic-stricken state, worried that something will happen to it
- rejoice at the rest #4 gets by sleeping most all the way home
- make it home in time to get to Mass
- go to King's dad's 75th birthday party
- write blog entry, looking over the crazy, "series of unfortunate events" type of week and thanking God that we survived and were blessed to have such a great extended family
- consider life as a recluse
- give serious thought to favorite sister's suggestion of getting an at-home tanning bed so I can become a brown recluse
- turn off computer and go to bed for 100 years
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
- Lamb - signifying the blood of the lamb that was slain at Passover, but for Christians it now represents the Paschal Lamb, the blood of Jesus who died for our sins
- horseradish - a bitter herb symbolizing the harshness of enslaved Hebrews
- apples and pecans with honey and cinnamon (Haroses) - which represented the mortar used by the Hebrews while in slavery
- Potatoes with vinegar - represent their tears shed
- unleavened bread - represents the unleavened bread that the slaves ate just before fleeing Egypt
- Eggs - represents new life , and for Christians a new life in Christ
- romaine lettuce - gratitude to God for all the goods of the earth
What a beautiful gift of time, energy, and love it was for her to do this. OK, she is exempt from that whiny post about our kids not having a work ethic.