Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Let's Get Organized! #1

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Sometimes the only way to change is to be really honest with the world. Yes, it's embarrassing, but it works. My natural inclination, when the house is a mess, is to hide it from the everyone. But, sadly, those days are over.

Last week I got inspired to devote 15 minutes to organizing my laundry. Normal people call it putting away the laundry. But whatever.

Anyways, I figured if I tweeted my organizing intentions, there'd be Twitnesses (twitter witnesses) and I'd have to make a commitment to getting all the disheveled, but clean, clothes to their rightful drawers. So I tweeted this:

Goodmorning! Ok I'm timing myself for 15 min of organizing laundry. go!

Then I tweeted this picture with the caption:

Before so U can see what I'm dealing with

After Voila! took 29 min instead of 15 minutes.

Anyways, I got all the laundry put away, though it took double the amount of time I anticipated. Organizing was fun because it was a challenge and a few tweeples (twitter people even thought it was funny. Then I started thinking wow, I could do this everyday with Twitter as my Twitness.......

I would be multitasking by making people laugh, and getting organized all at the same time! But the next day came and went without any organizing, on my part. And the next day.....

I was starting to look and feel like a unorganized person, again...........

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Child Actor

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If I had a million dollars for every time Gio found a stage and danced on it, my son would be a famous child actor and a future burden to society. Da da da daaaaaaaaa!

Monday, September 14, 2009

Carmel Sand Castle Contest 2009

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My personal favorite!

Hey look a sand castle!

I remember going to the Carmel Sand Castle Contest as a child and loving it. But I must admit since I started surfing I've pretty much missed it the last 21 years or so. Yes, surfing takes up a lot of time. And I'm okay with that.

I'm posting these pictures for anyone who might have missed the sand castle contest this year. The theme for 48th Great Sand Castle Contest of Carmel Beach was Carmel playhouses and dog houses.

Who let the dogs out. Who, who, who, who, who!

My, what a big doll!

Too tired to fetch?

Snoop Dog is on the house!

The Gold Shovel winner!

Grainy marketing by the Cypress Inn.

People, please follow the rules!

Does anyone recognize this face?

Mermaid guard dogs, "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

A whale of a tail.

Hey look another castle!

"I swallowed the FLY because I was hungry, duh!"

"Hey that's cool!" says Vinny.

"Did someone say hay? Nom nom nom."

Sand Castle Contest Contestants and Fans.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Does This Bed Make My Butt Look Big?

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"Are you sure my this bed doesn't make my butt look big?"
asks Nadia the Dog.

"Shure, I'm shure, you look purrfect, darling," says Nay Nay the Cat in her sleep. "Now be quiet and go to sleep."

"Well, I'm not shure, and I want my bed back," barks Nadia. "This isn't a fair trade, and it's making me feel fat."

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Enjoy Life Now

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Soberanes Point. (Photo by Belinda Jasmine)

One of the motto's I live by, but some times forget is: Enjoy life right now, exactly as it is.

Even if the house is a mess.

Or I'm 20 loads behind on laundry.

Or no one can remember to use their inside voice, in the house, EVER.

Or my husband is making fart sounds causing Gio to laugh, while I'm trying to get him to go to sleep.

Or Vinny doesn't want to be in the GATE program because he doesn't want EXTRA homework.

Or the waves are junky, and I brought the wrong surfboard to the beach.

Sometimes I'm so dedicated to mastering life on planet Earth, I easily forget perfection lies in the chaos. And, besides, perfect would be so boring and quiet. After all:

"Life is a journey, not a destination," Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Balancing Act

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Every time I look at this picture I see an angel balancing a rock on her head. I'm happiest when my life is in balance.

Working a bit, playing a bit, having a little of this and a little of that. Spending time with family and friends, and spending quality time alone. Being active, yet getting proper amounts of rest. Staying focused when I need to, and taking time outs to day dream.

When I'm out of balance in my life, my body tends to get tired and sick, and I feel uninspired. The strange thing is I should have my balance point dialed by now. I suppose I am a perpetual work in progress. And I do have the rest of my life to figure this out, besides, what else do I have to do?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Kleeman and Mike Go Surfing

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I love this video because it captures the essence of surfing, surfers and their cats. Otherwise if people keeping asking me what surfing is like I will have to start writing nonsense such as this.

Today I checked the waves. I was expecting, knee high waves, but it was more like chest high waves.

"Ahhhhhh, I brought the wrong board!" I wail, at no one in particular.

I'm at the beach might as well paddle. I pull on my neoprene suit of armor to protect me against the attack of freezer water. Hide my car key in my suit. Make sure it's the right one, five times. Lock the doors. Make sure they're locked, three times.........

Anyways, you get the point, watch the video, please. Besides, the boys love it and so do their parents.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Comedy of Errors

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Staged photo: "You can only do this when Mommy says it's okay."

Note: Sunday, I staged some photos for yesterday's blog, in the bathroom sinks. I didn't bother to clean up the messes, right away.

After going to the bathroom Vinny runs down the hall yelling, "Mom, my toothpaste is on the counter! With the lid off! And someone smeared it in the sink! It wasn't me! I think Gio did it!"

I didn't have to say anything. Innocent people were confessing left and right. Well, just one person.

"I did it because I was spitting the toothpaste out," Gio confesses, falsely.

Then my husband got into the mix, upon waking from a drunken, benadryl-induced coma, "Gio's been finger painting in the sink, with toothpaste!"

I love it when I make a mess, everyone takes notice and freaks out, as if something out of the ordinary has happened. Maybe I'm not as messy as I think, after all?

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Self Help Therapy

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I have this little rule I put into practice, when I remember, and let's just say I forget a lot:

Everyone is a mirror of me.

Therefore, whatever advice I give to someone, I am really giving to myself, because everyone is me. Hence the adage, "follow your own advice."

That's not difficult to follow, right? Plus, I usually give pretty good advice so I don't mind following it myself.

But what about when someone is irritating me with an annoying habit? Such as, putting clean laundry in the dirty bin. Or failing to rinse the toothpaste out of the sink, minutes after I finish scrubbing the sink.

I'm pretty sure I never do those two things. And even if I did, it doesn't count, because I'm the only one who does laundry or bothers to clean the sinks.

But, seriously, is there a point where the concept Everyone is a mirror of me, really doesn't apply, to me? Yes, I believe so.

That's when I follow my own advice.

I take a few deep breaths, right before yelling, "please, for the love of servants everywhere, stop the unnecessary messes and clean up after yourself, now!"

In conclusion, I'm very messy and often don't clean up after myself.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Wardrobe Meltdown

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Harry Partner

Gio is a different person everyday. One day he's Dora's cousin Diego. The next day a clone from Stars Wars. The next day a Jedi, who uses the force, The next day a Western Harry Potter.

Generally, we pick clothes from Gio's closet to build costumes. Last week he had a complete melt down because I couldn't get Diego's costume quite right.

"He wears a blue shirt with a pocket!" he wails.

"This is what Diego was wearing for the picture, but he doesn't wear that outfit everyday," I explain rationally. "Do you wear the same clothes everyday?"

"It's not right!" he protests.

There was no use trying to reason with him. He was at the bottom of downward spiral, and he needed time and space to recover his senses. So I waited until later that day to talk to him.

"You need to figure out your own costume from now on," I say. "Mommy doesn't like screaming, and you don't get to scream at her anymore."

Now he's picking out his own clothes for his costumes, thank goodness. But every once and awhile, he still asks me for help.

"I will help you, but if I do, you have to take the clothes I give you, no complaining," I say.

"Okay," says Gio.


Sunday, September 6, 2009

Happy Ending Sugarland

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One of my favorite bands of all time is Sugarland. Not because I'm a huge country fan, or I'm addicted to twang. But because Sugarland writes great songs. Some are fun, some are sad, and my favorites are inspiring and speak volumes of truth regarding the human spirit.

This particular song, "Happy Ending," has some of the most inspiring lyrics of any song stuck in my little MP3 player mind.

"We're all lookin' for a happy ending," really applies to all of us. "We come here with nothing and take it with us the day we leave, first and last breath don't matter it's all the ones that are in between."

Oh and let's not forget the Martin Luther King and the first astronauts to walk on the moon references. Those are some of this country's most inspiring leaders ever. Yeah, I could go on and on, but I need to go surfing. And I know y'all are smart and get what I'm saying. Even if you don't like country, listen to the words, they're inspiring.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Scuba Steve

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I know my kids both love school. And sometimes I wonder what they do while they are there. I'm pretty sure they don't have tantrums while at school.

They save their personality abnormalities for Mommy and Daddy, thank goodness. Honestly we wouldn't have it any other way.

The other day, Gio's teacher showed me this picture of Gio on her phone. She refers to him as Scuba Steve. I love it! And I love knowing my kids have awesome, creative, brilliant, fun, amazing teachers who care about them.

What more could a parent ask for? My husband is a teacher, and every now and then a parent of one of his students comes up to me and says, "My son loves your husband. He's the best teacher ever."

I'm happy to say I know exactly what they're talking about.

Here's to all the great teachers! Next time you see a teacher thank him or her. Besides, imagine what life would be like without school to give us parents a break.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!"

Friday, September 4, 2009

One Sick Daddy

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I'm so mad. Here's my husband and he's sick. But from looking at this picture I can't tell, can you? If anyone even so much as thought of putting a sick picture of me on the Internet I would cry, in fact, I'm crying now.

"Wah, boo, hooo!"

Seriously, though, I know my husband is amazing, and if I ever did forget my Mom would be there to remind me, "be nice to him, he's such a good husband. Way better than your Father......."

"Yeah Mom, I know thanks, now mind your own business, please," I say. But my words fall on deaf, meddling ears.

When I came home from work around 7ish on Wednesday, he'd fed the kids and they were jammied up. All the dishes were on still on the table, so I got to work cleaning up the mess.

"Where's Daddy?" I ask the boys.

"He's sleeping," says Gio.

"What?" I question. "Where?"

"On the couch," answers Gio.

I walked out of the kitchen and there he was passed out on the couch. Turns out he wasn't feeling well, but he still got up Thursday morning and went to work.

"Honey didn't you read the district wide Swine Flu Policy memo?" I ask. "It says, 'if you're sick stay home.'"

Around 9:30 am my cell rings.

"Hey sicko," I say.

"I'm coming home," says Stefan. "Did you just call me Sicko?"

Anyways, my point is even though I know my husband, aka Saint Stefan and Jesus, does a lot. When he's sick, I get to see exactly how much he does. And it's always way more than I am consciously aware of.

I love you honey. Get well, soon. Please for me, for you, for everyone. Pray, people, pray!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Birds That Read

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The other day Gio and I had lunch with one of our favorite friends. Gio was entertaining himself by reading his lunch.

"Mmmm iiiii llllll Kkkkk," says Gio. "Milk!"

"He's sounding out words!" she says in surprise.

"Yeah," I say unenthusiastically.

I'm not so much surprised by his beginning reading skills, as I am expectant of them, because we work on that sort of thing. He's been sounding out words for a while, now. And I look forward to the day when he can read his own books over and over and over again, on his own.

I wonder what my friend would think of this Gull's sign reading skills? I know I'm impressed. But this bird probably decended from a long line of readers, just like my boys have.

Birds can read.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


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Fog caressing the hillside.

I took this photo while driving back from seeing NOT Sugarland, but Wicked, in San Francisco.

"The fog is so cool," says Stefan, driving. "Take a picture of that!"

"Ok, I'll try, but we're going kind of fast," I say. "It might not turn out.

I have taken so many pictures from moving vehicles, and they're always a blur. I wouldn't have even bothered pulling out my camera, if he hadn't ordered me to. Yeah, I have a few issues with being told what to do. Glad I got over my issues, and listened to him, this time.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Same Parents 2 Different Fish

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Vinny looking in, Gio gazing out.

I love this picture, though I really wanted to crop out those annoying plastic flowers. Hold please, I'm taking a deep breath. Phew. I'm better now.

Let's start again. I love this picture because it demonstrates, the personalities of both of my kids. Who are very different from each other, yet ironically, contain bits and pieces of both my husband and I.

Vinny, staring out into space, is more of an introverted self reflecting type. Gio looking out the window, seeing what's going on in the world, is definitely more of an extrovert.

Vinny is happiest inside with a good book and a good burger. Gio, on the other hand, never has to be talked into going outside to enjoy the great outdoors, and only ever wants to eat desert.

Vinny almost never wants to leave where ever he is. And Gio is usually up for frequent environmental changes.

One thing they both love, though, is a party. With food. And desert.

My job as their parent is to guide them into becoming more of who they really are on a soul level. Sometimes I think the best way to teach my kids to be themselves, is for me, to be myself.

Though at times this concept backfires on me, because it ain't always pretty being me. Especially when I make a mess and have to go back and clean it up.

But I am the only person on the planet, who can BE Me, so I fumble on. Unless, of course, someday they make a movie based on my life story. Then someone else will have to play me. I sure hope she can surf, in freezer water.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Cutest Little Dog Ever

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(click on picture to see nail polish)

Say hello to the cutest little dog in the world. Actually there are a lot of cute little dogs these days, but how many of them wear blue nail polish? Probably all the ones who have teenage girls, right?

Not only did I love her polish, but this dog has a ton of spunk. And though small, she isn't at all short on self esteem. True one of her person's is a teenage girl, but her escort to the beach on this day was a man. That's right, small dogs aren't just for rich women with durses (dog purses) anymore.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Salt Water In Me Veins

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I love pictures of boats they remind me of my salt water heritage. My Mother's Father, whom I never knew, was a fisherman. Everytime I paddle for a surf, I know he's there with me, watching over me. And trust me, in the Ocean, there's no such thing as having too many guardian angels.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Angels Are Real

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Life is precious. And it can change on a dime. It's easy to take life, and all the characters in it, for granted.

"When I Look To The Sky," by Train reminds me of all my beloved family and friends who have passed on to another realm. Though they may not be available on an Earthly plain, I know somehow they are around guiding me through my existence on this crazy Planet.

Without angelic guidance, I'd be a lost little space cadet, because Brother I'm from Another Planet. And humans are very strange, compared to where I come from. Everything is so complicated here.

I'm a firm believer in Angels because of my life experiences. I pay attention to my angels, mainly because when I ignore them, life is so much harder for me. So I suppose I listen out of convenience. Listening take trust, because the messages are never logical, and often come before the rest of the story shows up.

Angels are always talking to all of us, not just me. I don't have special little angel ears. However, my main focus everyday is staying in the moment (through breathing), and I have noticed when I'm in the moment those angelic voices are much louder, and their signs are clearer, than when I'm caught up in the past or future.

Anyways, this song is just a reminder to listen to your angels, y'all. And to remember each and every one of is an Angel waiting to take flight.

Train - When I Look To The Sky (Official Music Video) -

Friday, August 28, 2009

Kings of Leon Use Somebody

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If all I say today is, "Thank Goddess It's Friday!" that would pretty much sum up a week of too many meetings! So, the fact that I'm posting a song with lyrics, "you know that I could use some body, someone like you," is fitting.

I could use someone, like a house technician or a massage therapist, or a babysitter so we could go on a date instead of talking in our sleep to each other. And that's no good because neither of us remembers what the other person said, only that it must have been good, right?

Yeah, this week was a bit of a doozy, but at least I had Kings of Leon to get me through the madness. I bought their album (new to me but not new), "Only By The Night," on Monday at Best Buy for a bargain, $9.99. I've already gotten more than my money's worth.

True, I did buy the CD solely for the song, "Sex on Fire," which reminds me of hot, hot sex, when I listen to it. But I like other music too, not just songs about sex, though those are my favorite.

The lead singer's voice is full of emotion and other things that I find very attractive. But even more reason to be excited is, this is the first CD I've bought in over a year, that I absolutely adore! Have a great weekend!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Mothra Pooped On My Bathing Suit

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I know this moth doesn't look big in the photo, but Internet,
keep in mind I have very large feet.

I walked onto the balcony of our Southern California vacation condo, to grab my bathing suit.

"Hmmmmm," I say to myself. "What's this dust all over my suit?"

No matter how much I brushed off my suit, there seemed to be more strange dust.

Then my hand touched something that wasn't my bathing suit.

I looked down and saw Mothra snuggled in my swim suit.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I scream, as I throw my suit across the room.

"What's wrong?" asks Bee. "Did you see a mouse?"

I couldn't speak at that point because I was frantically trying to shake the moth dust off my hands. I pointed to where I threw my suit and we walked over to inspect it together.

Don't worry, Mothra, who was about the size of a small bat, was not injured. In fact, I think she liked me, because I took a hundred pictures of her, and she sat very still, the entire time.

After the photo shoot, I asked Bee to take Mothra outside, but she didn't want to have anything to do with Mothra. I've seen my Bee pick up snakes, so I don't know why she couldn't pick up sweet, little ole Mothra? Some friend.

Anyways, Bee had the idea of covering Mothra with a bowl, until Stefan THE MAN came back from the pool, to attend to his husbandly duties: carrying Mothra outside.

Then I put my bathing suit on, because I'm not afraid of a little Mothra poo, and went down to the pool.

"There's a GIANT MOTH in our condo under a bowl, could you please get rid of her, when you're done swimming," I beg Stefan.

Then I reenacted the Mothra experience for him, while waving my hands frantically.

But when Stefan got back up to our villa, he'd forgotten all about Mothra.

"I wonder what this bowl is doing upside, down on the ground?" Stefan asks himself.

He picks up the bowl, sees Mothra, and suddenly remembers my story.

He gently (he's not a cave man) placed Mothra on the deck, where she stayed for hours. She was even there when we left for the day.

But sadly when we came back, Mothra was gone. However, before touching my bathing suit for the rest of the trip, I visually inspected it to make sure Mothra hadn't come back , to pay me a visit.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Cleaning Is Hard

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Cleaning hazard.

Cleaning is something I have to feel like doing. And that doesn't happen very often, especially since I have all these blogs to write ;-) . Clean or blog? There isn't even a thought process involved in that decision. Blogging is fun, like catching up with old friends.

But seriously, when I feel like cleaning I clean, especially since I don't know how long the urge will last. The other night, at 7 o'clock, during bath time, I was scrubbing toilets and wiping down counters. I had the urge to clean and I went with it.

Plus, bath time is a great opportunity to clean the kids and the bathroom at the same time. I love multitasking, though I hear multitasking is inefficient.

Like there's any other way possible to have kids, and a life, without multitasking? I can't concentrate on one thing, because there's always more than one thing to concentrate on.

Though my inability to concentrate could explain the huge pile of laundry on the couch, how some times it takes forever to write one blog while being constantly interrupted, and why shopping while parenting is nearly impossible..................Maybe I've given multitasking too high of a rating?


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Cats That Read

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Nay Nay the Cat enjoying a book. She's thinking of joining
a book club, though she's too busy napping to make
any real commitments, right now.

One of Nay Nay the Cat's very first nicknames, was the Librarian. Many times after coming home from work or play, we'd find five or six books pulled out of the book case onto the floor. In place of the books would be Nay Nay the Cat.

"You put these books on the wrong shelf, again," lectures Nay Nay the Cat.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Life Amongst Swashbucklers

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The Three Musketeers!

"Honey, how many foam swords should I get?" asks Stefan.

"Four, yes, four," I say hesitantly. "I want to sword fight, en garde."

When Stefan came back with the swords, the fighting began. It took me all of one minute to know sword fighting isn't for me.

And I was dueling with Gio, the smallest of the swashbucklers, in our home. He may be small, but he's fierce. Quite, honestly, I didn't stand a chance against him and his propeller like sword.

Foam swords sound like a great idea, right? Wrong. Very, very wrong. But how would I know, I'm a girl, I've never played swords before. Normally, I like playing with boys, but not when it comes to contact sports. No, no, no, no.

I think the whole sword fighting thing is actually symbolic of anatomical equipment I don't have. How could I ever hope to relate? There are some things a girl just can't get from the store. Er, wait. Never mind.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Where Are My Keys?

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Yes, those are my keys, don't even think of touching them.

Cell phone ringing, or should I say Sugarland singing.

"Hello," I say, knowing from the ringtone it's my husband.

He sounds serious. Instantly, my mind starts racing through traumatic scenarios. I won't mention them here, I don't want to worry you.

"I have your keys," he says to my relief, at first, anyways.

After a brief conversation, I press the end button on my phone, not upset. I figure I'll use the spare key.

See, Stefan has this habit of taking my keys. He says he mistakes my keys for his, which wouldn't be so bad, if he would, at least, leave me his keys. But he sees keys and he takes them. If he sees more keys, he takes those, too.

I think this goes back to his childhood. His mother was always losing her keys, and now he's paranoid he's going to lose his keys, so he hoards all the keys. Which explains why he's always worried that I'm going to steal his keys.

Whenever I drive anywhere, he always, says, "hand over the keys, little lady," when we arrive at our destination. I used to get upset about him not trusting me with the keys, but now I'm glad to hand over any responsibility I can, to someone else.

Anyways, after searching for the spare key without any success. The same spare I thought I'd hidden from him, I start to lose it. Without a car key, my plan of being childless for, four glorious hours would be foiled.

Cell phone rings, again, and quite frankly, just in time.

"I'm bringing your keys back to you," says Stefan, heroically.

I was a bit irritated at that point, and it was hard to see it from his "I'm the savior," point of view. I mean he had to bring me the keys, because he took the keys.

Still it was an improvement, from when he stole my keys in the past, leaving me stranded at home with a crying kid.

"Daddy took the keys, so you can't go to school today, baby," I say, but it's hard for a 3-year-old to grasp.

"Waaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" screams my son. At least it was my oldest, my youngest would have cried for the duration of school time, plus a few hours more.

However, for the record about two hours later, as I set off on my hike, I was really grateful, and I sent him a text message thanking him.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Charlie Bit Me, Again

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This video is funny and true. Please, notice how the older brother sticks his finger into Charlie's mouth, willingly. Then he gets upset when Charlie bites too hard.

I love watching the older brother's face go from pleasure to pain. And here, folks, is my life story with two children, . It's all good and fun until someone gets hurt, which isn't a matter of if, but when.

Note: No one in the video gets injured.

Friday, August 21, 2009

What Would You Do?

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NOTE: Please, please, please fill out the poll in the upper left hand corner. Thanks!!!!!!

The other day I went grocery shopping with Gio. I got out of the store with everything, and only one trip to the potty.

"Mommy, I have to go to the bathroo............wait I just went, never mind," says Gio.

"Phew," I say.

Back to the point of the story. When I got to the car, I realize inside the cab of the fire engine grocery cart, is an item I did not pay for.

I would have rather walked naked through the parking lot with bad underwear on, than go back inside the store.

"I'm not going back to pay for the item, but next time I'm here I'll pay for it," I say to myself. "Yeah right I'll never go back to the store and do that."

Then I notice one of the water bottles leaking.

I immediately had feelings of entitlement.

"Save Mart owes me this box of raisins, as compensation for this leaking water bottle, and all past leaking water bottles," I say to myself. "And for every time they've ever, over charged me, that I didn't know about!"

Then I looked at Gio and thought, "I am a parent now, and I need to be a good role model for him. I don't want spend all of his adult life visiting him in jail, do I? Probably, not."

"Get out of the car, we have to go back to the store," I say to Gio.

"No, I'll wait here, you go," says Gio, who thinks because we do this at home, we can do it everywhere. Wrong.

"We have to go back," I say. "You didn't give the raisins to the check out lady, and now we have to return them, because we didn't pay for them," I explain.

And that was my solution to the problem. Return the item to the store, it's rightful owner. I went to the same person, who checked us out, and explained we wanted to give the item back and why.

She looked sad, I know she wanted to just give us the item, or buy it for Gio herself. She had bonded with him when we were in her line.

I also thought I heard her thinking, "Geez, lady, why didn't you just keep the box of raisins? Poor kid."

Yeah right, more like poor Mom, and in my opinion, it was a great opportunity for him to learn an important lesson: If you steal, you're going to hell, oops, I mean jail.

Anyways, I know what I did, and I know What Jesus Would Do, but Internet what would you do in that situation? Please take a moment out of your precious time to comment or fill out the poll above. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Beat the Recession Salad Dressing

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Salad dressing is expensive, and I always seem to run out of it. I never thought I could create my own yummy salad dressing, but one day, I was out, and I had to make my own.

After a few tries, my salad dressing tasted way better than store bought. In fact, it's so good I want to share my vague recipe with the world.

Note: The only exact measurement is the ratio of olive oil (cold 1st pressed to Trader Giotto's White Balsamic Vinegar, 1:1, otherwise season to taste.

Equal parts Olive Oil to Trader Giotto's White Balsamic Vinegar

For example, 2 Tbsp Olive Oil 2 Giotto's White Balsamic Vinegar

Drip olive oil and vinegar onto washed and cut/torn lettuce. I love Romaine hearts myself.

Add salt

3 dashes of Trader Joe's 21 spice

Squeeze on some lemon juice

Dash of Garlic Powder

A few dabs of Dijon Mustard

Squeeze on some Honey

Toss salad and let marinate 10 minutes, in the fridge if it's warm) (It tastes a million times better if you let the lettuce absorb the dressing). While you're waiting cut up some tomatoes, shred some carrots and mushrooms, or whatever else you have around.

After 10 minutes re-toss salad.

Add veggies and some sunflower seeds or sliced almonds for texture.

Bon Appetit!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Breathe by Faith Hill with Carlos Santana

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Happy Wednesday y'all. Well, the school year is in full swing. The kids are back in school. My husband's back at work. I'm back to my full work schedule, part part time. The blogs still need to be written. Game on, baby!

There's a lot of business to keep track. All the school related events and meetings, not to mention making sure everyone has clean clothes. Then there's the business of making sure there's enough food in the house for dinner and lunches.

Sometimes, I find anxiety creeping up my spine into my mind. When I get that overwhelmed feeling, I breathe.

Breathe in 1, 2, 3, 4...........

Hold 1, 2................

Breathe out 1, 2, 3, 4...................

I repeat for 5 minutes. Breathing gets me in the moment and in my body. Plus, when I'm in the moment, everything and anything I need to know is right there at my fingertips. Calm and presence melt away the worry and stress in my mind.

The nice thing is, I can do this anywhere, and it's free. Plus, it saves me a lot of money on anti-anxiety pills, and visits to the psychotherapist. Though there are times I need to talk. That's when I call my heavy duty lay it on the line, no holds barred therapist friend. She gives me the the hardcore truth, which is scary, but clears the air so much faster. I'm brave like that.

Anyways, this song might be a love song of sorts. But "Breathe," reminds me to, well, breathe. When I hear this song, I imagine the relationship is between me and my higher self, not some other person. Any song can be a spiritual song when interpreted this way.

Plus, Carlos Santana has got serious cool up in him, and Faith Hill is hot. Collaboration is one of my favorite topics, and they do it well. The song takes a minute to start. I've already listened to it 10 times. Breathing.................

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A Skater's Fountain of Youth

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Santa Cruz Skateboards Keith Meek Pro Model "Slasher"
My very first skateboard!

The other day I was at the beach, debating whether or not to go out because the waves were terrible, when, I saw this skateboard (see above pic) in the back of another surfer's car.

"Oh my gosh! I shriek. "I had that same deck, but in yellow. It was my very first skateboard!"

"Wow, do you think I can check it out?" I ask, trying to hide my drool.

"Sure," he said.

Holding his board made me feel like a grom, young skater, again. I got such a nostalgic charge from holding that skateboard. I took a few pictures, and put the skateboard back in his car, reluctantly.

The guy explained his son had set the skateboard deck up for him, and that it was a reissue. Of course, I knew all about reissues, I have three of them.

The two on left are still in shrink wrap. Anyone
want to trade for an original Slasher deck?

Skateboard companies have been reissuing decks and their original graphics, from the 80s, for old skaters like me. Re-issues are like fountains of youth for us old skaters, making us feel like 20-year-olds. again. And they allow us to forget how hard the ground is, when we fall.

The three re-issues I have don't mean much to me, because I never owned or skated the originals. When I bought them I think I was hoping to stash them, and years later sell them for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Then send my kids to college with the money. Wow, I do have a big yellow aura, don't I? Meaning I'm really a big kid, disguised as a grown up.

I rode my first board, Keith Meek's Pro Model "Slasher," by Santa Cruz Skateboards, into the ground. There were at least 3 inches missing from the nose and tail of the board. But I still had to be convinced by friends to get a new deck. I loved that board.

I got my original Santa Cruz Skateboards Keith Meek "Slasher," deck in 1985 or '86.

My Mom, took me to the Santa Cruz Go Skate shop, that used to be across the street from the Santa Cruz Beach and Boardwalk, to buy it.

"Pick any skateboard you want," says my Mom.

I couldn't believe it, my body was full of stoke! Any deck, plus trucks and wheels of my choosing! Thanks Mom!!!!!

I didn't take long to pick that board, from the rows of decks, hanging on the skate shop wall. I was probably attracted to its bright yellow color.

Also, that board contained a little bit of my future, part of the graphic is a wave!!!!!!!!!!! I hadn't been on a surfboard up to that point in my life, though I wanted to be. The writing was on the deck wasn't it?! Our Angels speak to us in symbols, we just need to pay close attention, or we'll miss the signs.

Hmmmmmmm................I wonder if I can find one online for sale? Or if anyone wants to make a trade for any of my re-issue decks?

Let's see I have the Natas Kaupas Kitten deck, he was one of my favorite skaters, and I got to skate with him in Venice Beach. Then, there's the Jason Jesse Neptune deck, which I bought because of it's Oceanic affiliation, but I'd rather have his Pray for Me deck, which features the Our Mother Mary.

Lastly, I purchased what I call the Keith Meek Slasher 2 deck, because it was the closest I could get to my first skateboard, at the time. But even back in the 80s, I disliked that board because they left out the wave graphic.

Any traders out there? Shoot me an email. Let's talk!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Sugarland vs Pearl Jam "Better Man"

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My favorite song on Sugarland's new CD "Live On The Inside," is the cover, "Better Man." In fact, I like it a lot more than the original by Pearl Jam, sorry PJ fans.

Turns out Sugarland has all kinds of music up in them, they aren't just about Country, y'all.

Anyways, which do you like better? Please take a second to fill out the poll in the upper left side bar column, under the Are You Breathing? title. I promise it's painless and easier than commenting, darn spammers! Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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