Monday, June 30, 2008

You say potato, I say.....

Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato, which they called 'Yam.' Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life.

They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like 'Hot Potato,' and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.

Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her!

But on the other hand she wouldn't stay home and become a Couch Potato either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins.

When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out
for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland. And the greasy guys from France called the French Fries. And when she went out west, to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.

Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, 'Frito Lay.'

Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that's Potato University ) so that when she graduated she'd really be in the Chips. But in spite of all they did for her, one day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.

Tom Brokaw!

Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset.

They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just......



(Thank you, Dad.  This was lifted from your email that you sent me because, well, it's just too darn funny not to share.)

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Please leave a message at the beep.

Whoa nellie!  It's been busy in my parts, er, neck of the woods.  21 day cleanse that lasted 3 days (more to come on that one), husband swamped with school, kids needing full time entertainment and I'm  the headlining act....

Until we can return to our regularly scheduled programming here is a little sumpin' to keep you entertained:

(and here I thought it was me turning my kids on to cool stuff? oh no I don't think so!)

Saturday, June 21, 2008


Two things to add to the birthday wishlist:

(a) a banjo.

(b) another baby.

But, until then, here's this.

(okay, okay...maybe I don't really want these things but this video makes me seriously consider the possibility...)

Friday, June 20, 2008


Forty years ago, my mother was pregnant with her third child living alone in Boise with two small kids while her husband did his second tour in Vietnam. She was about to turn 32. I am in awe when I think of how she managed the non-stop schedule she must have had. Not to mention the stress of having a baby on her own and wondering if this little one would ever meet her father.

When I think of this, as I ping pong between dread and relief over turning forty this year, I realize how selfish and petty it is. I have been making many changes in my life in the hopes of being a better mother, a better wife, a better daughter, a better person overall.

One of the changes I have done my best to avoid is my diet. When I was pregnant with my girls I was introduced to gestational diabetes and what it entails to control and manage it. It was the first time in my life that I actually had to think about what I ate and how it effected me (a lot easier to be motivated when a little person is relying on you!). After meeting with a nutritionist and learning how to monitor my blood glucose levels (testing before and after I ate my 6 small meals per day) I was overwhelmed to say the very least. The first day of trying to figure out what I could eat that wouldn't shoot my blood sugar levels through the roof put me in a panic. I called my husband in tears for fear of eating the wrong thing and hurting our little one. Once I got a grip, on myself and my diet, it was an easy transition. And I had never been so healthy.

It's not uncommon for mothers to put themselves at the end of the priority list in their lives. I have fallen into the same rut where I eat the leftovers of my children's meals. I fuel myself with caffeine and sugar as I blow through my days. All the while feeling exhausted, frustrated and angry with myself for not doing what I know I should do.

So, today begins the countdown. 45 days until I turn 40 and 21 days until I feel cleansed.  After reading Heather's tweet about her sudden burst of energy on Day Four and then her ongoing updates, I realized this is what I need to do.  This is what I want to do.

Please bear with me as I embark on this adventure.  I'm dreading the caffeine withdrawal the most but am excited to see what happens.  

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


Oh, how she will be missed.

(and be sure to watch this personal fave mainly because of this scene)

Monday, June 16, 2008

Love is Blind.

All I have to say is......


(Congrats to all the happy couples!)

Saturday, June 14, 2008

That's Bangin.

Thank you, JR.  Not only for just, well, being you but for inspiring me.  Yet again.

Auntie N.

Friday, June 13, 2008


One of the most fascinating and unexpected aspects of being a mother of girls is watching how they match up with friends. I'm continually surprised by the flip flopping of traits - one day they are carbon copies of their father, the next near replicas of myself. Without question, parenthood makes you face all of your demons....the qualities you want to improve on as well as reliving all of the uncomfortable rites of passage from your own childhood.

As I've mentioned many times before, growing up as the Colonel's Daughter was no walk in the park. I'm not complaining had its perks. But moving every year of my life before turning eighteen, I'm realizing now, was a lot harder than it seemed at the time. Finding your way through the maze of your teenage years is just not a pretty transition for most of us. Not all of us are part of the "it" clique. Combine that with being the New Girl every year? Not. Fun. At. All.

One of the best "tricks" I learned from having to endure the Groundhog Day effect of that first day of school over and over was sucking it up and being the best chameleon I could be. Here was my ritual for every first day of school:

  • Sit on counter in kitchen of new house sobbing and begging my mother not to make me go. 
  • Going. 
  • Putting on a happy face and acting like I hadn't a care in the world as I navigated a new school, new classes, new faces, new cliques (none of which I belonged to). 
  • Sitting in stall in girls bathroom eating my lunch (the only respite of peace during the day).
  • Going home (hopefully unscathed) on bus full of people I don't know and who want nothing to do with the New Girl. (*was particularly fun my senior year with no driver's license)
It was hard, people. But the hardest part of it all?  Discovering that once you are in your adulthood, when the uncivilized teenage years are over and things have changed, things really haven't changed.

One of my favorite bloggers is Emily.  I read this post and it whiplashed me back to every single memory of every single first day of school.  Not belonging. Feeling left out.  It really resonated with me because it was exactly how I have been feeling.  Left out. I have so much empathy for those that are struggling.  Those that are grieving.  Those that are trying to find their way. With careers. With relationships. With just surviving.

It's a lot easier to just laugh off the cruelty of childhood and teenage years but when you witness it in our current day lives, no matter what age, it's shocking.  

This Fall, when I send my firstborn off to Kindergarten, I'm sure the memory of my first days of school will creep in and nestle in the pit of my stomach like a heavy, cold stone.  And when the Mean Girls she will most certainly encounter snub her, I will be there.  Reliving it all.  Doing my best to help her along the way.  All the while teaching her that they really don't mean to hurt her feelings and reminding myself the same thing.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Tag, You're It!

My pal, Alexa, tagged me WEEKS ago and I'm finally getting 'round to it. (sorry, Alexa!) This one was a little bit of work (ouch! I had to use my brain) but very fun. Thank you, A!

Five things in my purse:
1. Aveda Hand Relief
2. Vick’s Hand Sanitizer
3. Boots Lip Glace
4. Stila Convertible Color
5. Reusable shopping bag

Five favorite things in my room:

Five things I've always wanted to do:
1. Go to Naples. (Italy, people.) And, preferably, dance in that hip lounge that Sophia Loren shook her moneymaker in.
2. Meet Oprah. (and I fully anticipate going into the ugly cry)
3. Be able to say no to something or someone and not harbor any guilt.
4. Have a coffehouse-by-day-fun-lounge-by-night establishment.  Something about tending "bar" with a baby on my hip...
5. Drive the 101 from SF to Santa Barbara with my husband.  Sans kids.

Five things I'm currently into:
1. Thrifting for vintage baby items.
2. Anything orange.
3. Garbanzo beans.
4. Listening to the music of my "youth".
5. Rekindling friendships with people lost along the way.

Five impressions on Alexa at Pop Elegantiarum (who tagged me):
She’s an original. She seems to have such a clear and concise ability to find and point out all the things I am interested in but haven’t managed to discover.

Next is Six Quirks. Here are mine:

1.  Wax beans make me cringe.
2.  I have a soft, creamy center.
3.  Feet. They gross me out. (unless we are talking about baby feet.  I love me some baby piggies.)
4.  I am not a morning person. I need at least 30 minutes to be able to manage a conversation.
5.  I have a completely irrational fear of all things creepy/crawly.  Seriously. Like I'll wait all day for my husband to come home and kill a bug.  It's sad, really.
6.  I'm great at making friends and putting people in touch but keeping the friends, well, that's another story.

Now I'm taggin:
And anyone else that would enjoy to share....

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Now I know How Joan of Arc Felt

I've been on a bit of a trip down memory lane lately. Facebook has afforded me the surprising opportunity of reconnecting with former classmates of my favoritest school ever. (I wish I could claim it as my alma mater but I was shipped off my senior year so feel that would be dishonest. It'll always feel like my alma mater, though.) So, because I am of the age that I saw Star Wars the first time around, the soundtrack of my teenage years is deeply rooted in the 80's.

On a recent weekly trip to the library, my husband was genius enough to take a gander at the cds. There sat the most beautiful (and somewhat rare) boxed set we could have ever dreamed of stumbling upon. He calmly (so as not to alert anyone, of course, of the major score he just landed) but quickly ran over to check it out.  We smugly grinned like the felines who ate the canary as we walked out of the library. That spurred our newest addiction....adding to the iTunes library for FREE!  Surely, we didn't invent this concept but what a revelation!  The next trip was like a frantic Easter egg hunt....who would find the next gem?  Sadly, we could only check out ten at a time per person but the good news is that we would be visiting the library more.  As we should.

This week's treasure hunt revealed my personal Hope Diamond.  Years ago I unloaded my vinyl collection (I know, I pains me to even speak of it) and one of the most cherished albums in my possession was let go.  Until yesterday.  There it if quietly mocking me.  Here I am!  Your good karma has finally added up enough to allow you to have me again.  (Yes people. It means that much to me)

Lord knows I've searched and searched.  And there it was.  Waiting for me.

So, the iTunes library grows and grows thanks to my wonderful public library here in potato land.  My faith is once again restored in the goodness of the Universe.  And, most importantly, Morrissey blares from my iPod on an almost hourly basis.

(You can purchase this from Amazon but, of course, there's no thrill in that.  Oh, and you can watch performances of the songs from it on YouTube too...which does hold a thrill.  Do I really need to explain this to you?  No.)

Tuesday, June 10, 2008


Oh how I adore you, Mr. Garbanzo
Looking so yummy with the lovely grape tomatoes
Out of the oven I will take you
And love you roasted or with tender couscous
In so many ways you are so tasty
Though some my think your color is pasty
Some might call you simply a chickpea
I delight in how you leave me
Weak kneed.

(Thank you, funny and talented Husband.)

Monday, June 9, 2008

Room Service

Why do I enjoy making the bed for my little girls so much?

Perhaps it's more of that hormonal insanity taking over my life. Or perhaps it's my brain getting stuck like a scratched record remembering the fuzzy, lack-of-sleep-induced fog I was in right after they were born enjoying any and every mundane task while caring for them.

Or maybe I just Love. Them. So. Much.

No matter what the reason may be, I enjoy it. I love how they climb into bed, bury their faces in their newly washed pillowcases and exclaim "Mama! It smells so good!" as if I'd just reinvented the wheel.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

For Realz, Yo.

Thanks to John Mayer I had myself a good 'ol guffaw.

Pre-pubescent boy humor at it's best....sign me up!

Love Letter

Forever Mine. Forever Thine.

Thank you, Big.  

It was worth the wait.