July 25, 2008

In Which I (Pretty Much) Overcome My Vanity

There are not too many "bad" pictures me floating around the world. Up until I started blogging and getting together with other bloggers (who all had cameras as big as mine--or bigger (Aaryn!), I pretty much had total creative control.

I always took and developed the pictures and went through them before anyone else saw them. With the advent of digital photography it got even easier--delete!

Last summer a friend took the picture below, without my knowledge and e-mailed it to me. It was taken at about 6:00 p.m.at La Jolla Shores. I'd been at the beach since 5:50 a.m. The occasion was a bonfire for the boys and girls water polo teams; I wanted to give the Brazilians a quintessential San Diego experience. I had arranged food and drinks and rides for a party of what ended up being about 50 people. It was a blast! I had such a great time watching the teenagers--especially the antics of the girls who were meeting the Brazilians for the first time.

But I digress. Back to the picture. When I opened the e-mail I was all "Aaack! My nose! My crows feet! I need to whiten my teeth! I'm not wearing any makeup!" I came this close to deleting the e-mail.

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Then I ran into the woman that took the photo at Vons. She was so excited to have taken the photo. She went on and on about what a great mother-daughter shot it was. How happy I looked. How great a picture her daughters thought it was.

She was right, I was happy. I was throwing a fantastic party, my family was there, these kids from another country were having this phenomenal time because I was willing to put some effort into making sure they had this experience (have I ever mentioned how I'm so not a morning person and hello? 5:50 a.m.!). And I was ready to hit delete just because I'm vain.

So not only did I keep the picture, I'm posting it for all to see. Why? I suspect I'm not the only person out there that's editing their life's record so that only the pretty pictures remain. I'm beginning to think that might not be such a good idea. Thanks, Susan, for opening my eyes.

July 24, 2008

Have You Heard The One About The Mother-In-Law?

I have been married for a long time. It will be 21 years on August 1. I have a fairly "strong" personality. In a good way, of course. My mother-in-law has a rather "strong" personality. In a good way, of course. You know that whole saying about magnets and like repelling like? I don't either, but there should be one.

Anywhoo . . . My husband is the oldes of 5 kids and I was the first daughter-in-law. Therefore, I was the one inventing the proverbial wheel.  While the wheel rolls pretty smoothly now, 'twas not always so.

When we first married (and remember, I was almost a child bride) MIL was used to having all her kids around her on all holidays, Sunday dinner, pretty much any time she wanted all her kids around. Which was frequently. You see where this is going, right? My family was my Mom and my niece. Obviously I'm not going to ditch them on all holidays (nor would Mr. Fix-it have wanted me to). I thought the easy answer was to merge celebrations. Thanksgiving was the first major holiday after our wedding.

Since we all lived within 5 miles of each other and my mom had a fairly large house and I am a really good cook (this story leaves no room for false modesty) while MIL is what I call a "can and box cook," why not have everyone to my mom's house where I would cook? Genius, right?

Only, my MIL is all (to Mr. Fix-it) "No, I don't think so, it's traditional for me to cook Thanksgiving dinner." So then I'm all to Mr. Fix-it, "Maybe you should remind her she never had a DIL before." So he does, and she grudgingly agrees to come and she's super nice about it to me and asks what can she bring and I suggest a ham since there's going to be 15 people and their family loves ham and she say's sure and then she doesn't bring a ham but brings a store bought pie. We didn't do that again.

Anywhoo . . . Things continued in that passive-aggressive vein for some time until she and I had a major blow-up in which I told her I thought she was very selfish and inconsiderate and did not appreciate sly digs and guilt trips about our not being at her house at 8 a.m. on Christmas morning and not staying the whole day on Easter and yada, yada, yada.

It was uncomfortable, it was awful, and it was also the best thing I ever did as far as my relationship with my MIL goes. Why? Because it was honest. I was able to quit smiling outside while seething with resentment inside. My husband loves his mom utterly, but he was right behind me as I walked out the door that day. And while he was sad that he had to go visit her without me for a few months, he always said he understood my position and that I was right.

Eventually there was a funeral, we were both there, we let bygones be bygones (aaah, the healing power of weddings and funerals). From that day on, we pretty much "got" each other. She knew I couldn't be manipulated and I knew she was a strong woman who liked things her way, but knew when to call a truce and a draw.

Which brings us to the book review portion of this (lengthy) post.

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I hooked up with Sally Shields through MotherTalk and she sent me a copy of her book to review. It's light and frothy and would make a fun shower gift (especially if the MIL wasn't at the shower and you read aloud from some of the rules).

But here's the thing. These rules would never have worked for me. I think that's because I'm not afraid of confrontation. Not everyone is like me though; there are plenty of people that are happier if they can find a non-confrontational way of dealing with people. If you have a friend like that that's getting married, this book would make a great gift. If you have a friend like me, it would also make a cute gift--just know that she'll read each rule and say, "I don't think so!"

My husband and I will be celebrating 21 years of wedded (mostly) bliss this August. My MIL and I will be celebrating approximately 18 years of a respectful and loving relationship among two women who have a lot of people they love deeply in common. Plus, she is a great lady to shop high-end purses and make-up with. Most importantly, you couldn't ask for a greater Nana--in the end isn't that the most important quality in a Mother-in-Law?

July 23, 2008

Wordy Wednesday And Things You Asked For . . .

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It wouldn't be summer with a boy from Brazil.  You're welcome, SB. 

Minnesota Matron, Hen, and Green Girl from Wisconsin have all posted the contents of their fridge. Since I adore an Open House post, I'll play along.

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See those 2 gallons of milk? There's 4 more behind them. The 1/2 gallon of O.J.? 3 more behind that. What does my fridge say about me? Perhaps it's saying "Girl, maybe you should get a cow and a couple of laying hens!"

Or perhaps it says, "You mean there's actually a family who runs through the Costco size on a weekly basis? I mean besides Kalynne's."

It definitely says that while I learned a lot from "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle," I haven't actually put it into play yet.

When I posted the picture I was very annoyed by the out of alignment photo buttons on the front of the freezer. As part of my personal, 12-step borderline OCD treatment I posted the picture anyway. Then I went and fixed them.

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What does my freezer say? Most everything is in the outside freezer. This is basically a repository for  ice cream, bagels, and smoothie fixings.

Also, you may notice we have no ice maker. It's not that we couldn't afford the refrigerator/freezer that has one . . . it's that we searched high and low for one that didn't have one. You see, we had a very bad experience with a malfunctioning ice maker about 18 years ago. You've probably heard a similar story--vacation, loose fitting, floor replaced . . . Our insurance agent told us the ice maker is the most common cause of household flooding. You don't have to tell us twice!

Since more than one person has expressed interest, I give you . . .

Jenn's Multiple Orgasm Chocolate Chip Cake

1 package (18.25 oz.) yellow cake mix

1 package (3.4 oz.) instant vanilla pudding mix

1 cup milk

1 cup vegetable oil

4 eggs

1 cup miniature semisweet chocolate chips

5 tablespoons grated German sweet chocolate, divided

2 tablespoons confectioner's sugar

In mixing bowl, combine cake and pudding mixes, milk, oil, and eggs. Beat on low speed until moistened. Beat on medium for 2 minutes. Stir in chocolate chips and 3 tablespoons grated chocolate. Pour into greased and floured 10 inch fluted tube (Bundt) pan.

Bake at 350 for 55-65 minutes until a toothpick comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes before removing from pan to a wire rack to cool completely. Combine confectioner's sugar and remaining grated chocolate; sprinkle over cake.

Enjoy!

July 22, 2008

Mamma Mia!

It's not very often that I tell people what to do (hahahahaha! Okay, it is pretty often; usually it's my kids though), but I have a direct order for you. Ready?

Grab a girlfriend or girlfriends and go see Mamma Mia at your earliest possible convenience. Or sooner. Right now call a friend, arrange childcare, do what you need to do then come back and read the rest of what I have to say.

Take yourself back . . . way back. You know you danced in your bedroom to the song Dancing Queen. You know that at one time you actually were "Young and sweet, only seventeen." My "only seventeen" came with a fake i.d. so I did plenty of dancing, jiving, and having the time of my life. It's possible that I may have engaged in some of this . .  .

"You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on
Leave them burning and then you’re gone"

Alas, those days are long gone. But wait, there's still hope. Hope in the form of Meryl Streep, Christine Baranski, and Julie Walters. Three fabulous women with an average age of about 57. Seventeen has nothing on these babes.

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Proof positive that you can still have the time of your life, even after menopause.

Do you like your movies with some man candy? I know you do. Let's just say that secret boyfriends abound. Colin Firth anyone? How about a little Pierce Brosnan?

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Do you ever dream of escaping to a breathtaking Greek Island? Mamma Mia's got you covered. Word to the wise--you might want to spend some time on the Stairmaster before you hop on a plane!

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Just a word of warning. You might want to cushion your reentry into the real world from the joy that is Mamma Mia. I accomplished this by sitting on my friend's brand new deck for several hours while eating great food and drinking good Champagne while talking and laughing with my pals. I highly recommend it.

July 21, 2008

BitchHer 2008: The Inaugural Bash

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Date: July 18, 1008

Place: Blog This Mom!'s  gorgeous house

Time: 2ish

Agenda: Fun!

Roll Call:

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There was a logo and swag (determined after considered deliberation to be pronounced swag NOT schwag).

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Did BlogHer include personal lubricant in their Swag Bags? Or personalized mix CDs? I didn't think so.

There were breakout meetings to discuss important issues pertinent to blogging.

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Hmmmm, what important information is Aaryn imparting to these little bitches? I hope she's not explaining how to use the personal lubricant. Knowing Aaryn . . .!

I know we had a no posting pictures in swimsuits policy, but I'm assuming that doesn't apply to those that look totally HAWT in their swimsuits AND have posted almost naked family photos on Derfwad Manor.

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This session was on how to keep your cool when someone Twitters unkind things about you.

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Exhibit A on why you do not want to f*&^ with a blogger:

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Umm, does that say BithHer 2008? I'm pretty sure Trish ordered it say BitchHer2008. What do you mean you won't fix it because she should have opened the taped closed box to confirm it was correct before she left? Even though she had a long conversation with the clerk when she ordered it in which she confirmed yes, she did indeed want it to say BitchHer, you're not going to fix it OR give a discount. Well then . . . 

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If you're in the neighborhood of the French Bakery Cafe in Carlsbad, you might want to drop in and let them know what you think of their customer service.

We were able to live with the error by telling ourselves that "Bith" stood for "Bitches in the House." But still.

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Important networking was done over lunch. I believe ad revenues were being discussed at this particular meeting. Or it could have been cake they were discussing. I really can't remember; it was such a swirl of activity.0040

            There was even a representative from the movie biz!

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Some people were just all about the shoes! I don't where she gets it from!

Other people were bringing down the house . . .

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This guy wasn't intimidated by all the estrogen--he jumped right in!

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Lest you think it was all fun and games, some very serious discussions took place. We reviewed the directive from a Doctor on the Oprah show that all of us women should be spending a minimum of 30 minutes 3 times a week on pleasure of a solitary nature (no, not reading or blogging!). This would be in addition to whatever activities of a couples nature you might want to pursue. Is everyone rewriting their daily to do lists yet? Grocery shopping, laundry, cook dinner, give kids baths  . . . We did discover that if you're pressed for time you can achieve orgasm through the consumption of certain baked goods. So if you're pressed for time . . .

Also, we were thinking BitchHer might need to go SoCal, not just San Diego. How about it you L.A. bloggers (and anyone else that might want to make the trip)? We were thinking maybe an overnight in Laguna or Dana Point sometime in October. Thoughts?

How is it possible that I didn't even know these women until Bossy had this crazy idea to do a road trip and bring bloggers together and now I can't get enough of these bitches?!

Linky Love:

Blog This Mom!, Little Dragon Fruit, Thematically Fickle, San Diego Momma, katydidnot, This is Trish's Blog, Mel, A Dramatic Mommy, Choosing My Own.

July 20, 2008

Sunday Funnies and Coming Attractions

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A shout-out to my designated driver, Alex, who made this post possible. His dimple?  To die for! Picture to follow, Mom willing.

Coming attractions . . .  Mamma Mia review (Mamma MIa!) and a BitchHer recap (not to be missed).

July 19, 2008

We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Overheard Post

I may or may not have overheard many amusing things this week. I can't remember.  Why can I not remember? Because I'm suffering from sleep deprivation. I've written before about how I'm normally a fantastic sleeper and fall utterly to pieces when deprived of sleep. I'd link back to those posts, but I can't in my current fog.

Why am I suffering from sleep deprivation? Because the *^%$& (&^%$$ that lives across the canyon from us (about a mile away on paved roads, a 1/3 mile across the canyon) and owns a dog that is half Shepherd/half Wolf, left the dog alone in the backyard while he went on vacation. The way this dog expresses his loneliness and displeasure is to howl from sundown to sunup. Acoustically speaking, the way our house are situated, the terrain, the fact we are situated across and up from his yard, whatever other influences there might be, the setup is ideal for making it seem like he's howling in my bedroom!

And oh! how it irritates my dogs and all the other dogs in the neighborhood. Do you remember the sort of phone tree thing the dogs in 101 Dalmatians did with barking and howling? Oh yeah. Every fricking night for 5 nights now. The owner is supposed to return  home in a week or so.'

What's even worse about this? The same thing happened last year. I filed charges with Noise Abatement, the whole 9 yards. Then I dropped the charges because he called me and was all apologetic and someone was supposed to be at the house with the dog and sob story this and sob story that. Sucker!

This time there will be no dropping of the charges. I've had 5 other neighbors file complaints (everyone is bothered; it's worse for me because our bedroom is on the 2nd story and we don't have air conditioning). My hope is that the large fine will make it so that it's cheaper to put the dog in a kennel next year. I shudder to think what I'll do if this happens again next summer.

July 18, 2008

A Tale of Two Brothers

Once upon a time, when MVP was almost 3 years old, his parents had another baby. That baby was MVP's baby brother; he would come to be known as Danger Boy.

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One was a redhead, the other a blonde, but they both had big blue eyes and a sense of adventure. Their parents realized pretty quickly that DB was not going to let MVP leave him behind just because DB was 3 years younger. So DB learned to walk, run, swim, ride a bike, and throw a ball pretty damn quick--he was going to keep up with his big brother no matter how many trips to Urgent Care it necessitated!

MVP was pretty gracious about the whole thing; frankly, he seemed to get a kick out of it. With MVP's blessing, DB beat the pants off the entire 5th grade in tetherball as a 2nd grader.

As they grew, they mixed it up once in a while, but they were still pretty good friends. Their mother's heart sang every time they played long toss across the wide backyard of the pie-shaped lot upon which their suburban house stood. You see, she had dreamed that very scene the day she first looked at that backyard. It was high on the list of reasons their parents bought that house.

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They shared a love of weaponry of all sorts, dogs, reptiles, baseball, beating the stuffing out of each other, and first doting on, then later tormenting, their baby sister. Their parents thought it might be best if they played different sports so as not to encourage unhealthy competition. Their plan failed miserably; whatever one tried, the other one wanted to try also.

MVP had always been a good athlete. Then a teacher talked him into trying Water Polo. Suddenly, he was a great athlete. It was the sport for which he was built and he loved it. In due time, as these things often went, Danger Boy tried Water Polo also. What do you know, it was his sport also, although for different reasons then it was MVP's sport. MVP had the build and the bulk, DB had the heart and intensity. Neither one of them ever backed down.

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So it was that during MVP's senior year and Danger Boy's freshman year of high school, they played Water Polo for the same high school team. MVP was captain of the varsity squad and, no surprise here, MVP. Danger Boy was captain of the freshman team and MVP. He also played on the JV squad and in all the varsity tournaments. He got to play on the CIF team which went to the second round, a big accomplishment for their high school, under his big brother's leadership.

For the whole year before MVP was to leave for college, they rode to school together, rode to practice together, went out to eat with their teammates together, watched game film together, and generally spent a lot more time together than a 14 year old and a 17 year old might be expected to.

Like the long toss in the backyard when they were 6 and 9, watching them play Water Polo together made their mother's heart sing. In fact, someday she may have to tell the story of Danger Boy passing the ball to MVP who scored the winning goal in a tournament. Picture included.

July 17, 2008

Independence Days

I believe you can tell what personality characteristics a person values most by looking at their children's behavior and dress. We parents work hard to ensure that our kids possess those skills or talents we value most.

I came to this realization when my children were fairly young. They were often ahead of their peers in certain behaviors and I realized one day that all those behaviors were related to independence and self-sufficiency. For whatever reason (my family of origin, my personality), I think it's really important to be able to take care of oneself and not be too dependent on others.

I was never a mom to say "don't do that, you'll hurt yourself." Instead I would teach them how to do whatever it was they were wanting to do. When they were toddlers it was conquering the playground equipment, climbing to the top of the slide, learning to pump on the swing at an early age, diving off the high dive at 2+1/2. Much of what my kids did made other mothers at the playground or pool look at me like I was a freaking lunatic. But my thought was that if I didn't teach them to do it, they'd do it anyway when my back was turned and probably get hurt in the process.

I really value my reading personal time. With four kids, if I spent my time doing everything for them, that would be all I ever did. Consequently, they could all pour their own cereal and milk and make a sandwich by the time they were three. Those skills aren't really that hard--what is there to making a sandwich besides getting the bread out, squirting on some mustard, spreading it around with a butter knife, slapping a piece of turkey on it, and eating it? Of course they're not going to do quite the cleanup job I would like, but eventually they'll learn. It's not that I was lazy (in the end, redoing the cleanup job until they learned to do a good job themselves was probably more work than making the sandwich myself), I just wanted them to learn to do it themselves. That extra work I put into teaching them when they were young has paid off in spades as they've gotten older.

A big part of my teaching/parenting was based on natural consequences. If you forget your lunch, you'll go hungry. If you forget your homework, you'll get in trouble with the teacher. If you forget your permission slip, you won't go on the field trip. My kids got one rescue a year--and that started in Kindergarten. I'd bring you your lunch, your musical instrument, your homework packet, your jacket one time. After that, sorry. There have been entire years where I never took anyone anything. They learned pretty quickly to keep track of their own stuff.

Schoolwork followed the same pattern. I wasn't the one going to school--they were. After 3rd grade I didn't even ask if they had homework; I assumed they would know if they did and they would do it. Our home environment was conducive to taking care of business--no TV or video games during the week, ready availability of poster board and other school supplies at all time, but it was their responsibility to keep track of what they needed to do. There have been "F's" on assignments (usually in the elementary grades) and Danger Boy had to make up his first semester of Physics this year in an after school class. He ended his freshman year with a 3.67 though, with no help from his parents whatsoever. Two of my kids have gotten into the colleges of their choice without any involvement on my part (if you don't count the tens of thousands of dollars and the looking at schools).

Chores, both paid and unpaid, have always been important. Everyone in my house, boys and girls, knows how to clean a house--from toilets to baseboards to the inside of the microwave. I have had friends who say their kids don't have time for chores. If I had to choose between giving my kids the opportunity to do chores or to play a sport, I'd pick the chores. Luckily, we've found there's plenty of time for both. The same goes for jobs. They need them to pay for their own gas and entertainment. To those who say their kids don't have time, I say ask yourself this question, "Do they have time to surf the 'net, text their friends, and watch TV?" I rest my case.

This is not to say that all is smooth sailing, I think we frequently have more dissension than families where the parents don't expect the kids to do things on their own. Our kids have been known to  grumble and moan. We have been known to grumble and moan. But, and this is a big but, I know that when they are on their own they will be able to get up on time, work hard at college and/or a job, and clean a house, all without any help.

Grown-up Girl and MVP are both mature enough now to let us know they appreciate that they are way more self-sufficient than almost all of their peers.

Back to the beginning and what you know about parents from the way their kids behave; these are some things I've observed: If your child is dressed in a mishmash of colors and their hair is wild, you probably value creativity and disdain conformity. If you do everything for your child and prefer him or her not to be too independent, you may have had to grow up too fast yourself and don't want that for your child. If your child is wearing the haircut you deem appropriate, rather than the one he/she wants, you probably value conformity highly. I myself can let the hair slide, but don't do mismatched clothes.

I'm not saying anyone's way is more valid than the others (well, I do actually have some opinions in that arena, but . . . ), I just find all this a very interesting sociological observation. What is the one thing you are most intent on teaching your children?

July 16, 2008

A Hint from Heloise and Some Earring Lust

The other day I got a comment from a new person; as I am wont to do, I popped over to her site. I was struck by total lust. You see, I'm a sucker for a dangly, jingly earring. Maybe it's left over from the 80's; maybe it's because I'm pretty conservative in dress and jewelry otherwise. Whatever the reason, I do love my earrings. I loved these

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The thing about dangly earrings is that they can be hard to store. Luckily I read a handy hint in the Heloise column years ago. Do tell, you say?  Store your earrings on a pillar candle. Both attractive and practical (a little bit like me, I'm thinking!).

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The ones on top? $3.00 at a little shop in Portland, Oregon. I love a bargain as much as I love my earrings!