Time to come clean:
I have now seen all the Twilight movies. Oh there's more....the most recent one....I saw the day it opened.
Okay now it's out there.
I went with my friend J, and evidently every other mom whose kids were in school or day care also went to that matinee, and as luck would have it another PTO mom saw me there and then "outed" me on Facebook later that day. Oddly I actually was a little embarrassed that day. I don't always like to be one of the "masses" especially of popular culture. But based Twilight reading/watching and that I am Michael Buble, and Hugh Jackman fan you could say that I am very much a typical thirty-something mom/woman....and there is nothing so wrong with that.
Chief is going to love this: He watched the first three movies with me (borrowed from the same friend I went to the movie with), and he says now he's "invested"
And yes, J and I have plans to see the final one next year.
17 December 2011
15 December 2011
New-Comer
It's no secret that I've been feeling the urge to move. I'll keep my family, but a different house and a different town....I could go for that. I like exploring new places. I like the feeling of being a new-comer...in most places. The one place that I prefer NOT to be a new-comer is the grocery. You spend a lot of time when you are new to a grocery finding out where stuff is...like the Velveeta (it's not with the cheese...but again why would it be? and I admit I'm always a little embarrassed to ask) ...or Shake-n-Bake (you would think that bread crumbs or the like would be in the bread isle, right...but they never are?!) So I must say that I enjoy knowing my way around our commissary, but they are redoing it. CRISIS!!!!! They've just opened part of the new section (they added on) and now all the cold and frozen stuff is in the new part which is the opposite end from where it used to be. It's all backwards and in new places, behind doors and in the wrong order. When I walked in this morning, a nice young woman handed me a flyer about the changes, I almost felt like crying.
It's ridiculous isn't it? Me...I mean. Why would I possible get so upset about a rearranged grocery? For goodness sake, I am writing about it even. It's the feeling of loosing a skill, almost. I've been going to this commissary for almost 3 years, and that may be the longest I've ever used one grocery exclusively. I was like the commissary expert, I didn't need to ask for help. Now I have to start the learning process all over again.... Eventually EVERYTHING will be in a new place....
"excuse me...can you tell me where I can find bread crumbs?" ... "Oh, with the canned vegetables...that makes perfect sense, thank you."
It's ridiculous isn't it? Me...I mean. Why would I possible get so upset about a rearranged grocery? For goodness sake, I am writing about it even. It's the feeling of loosing a skill, almost. I've been going to this commissary for almost 3 years, and that may be the longest I've ever used one grocery exclusively. I was like the commissary expert, I didn't need to ask for help. Now I have to start the learning process all over again.... Eventually EVERYTHING will be in a new place....
"excuse me...can you tell me where I can find bread crumbs?" ... "Oh, with the canned vegetables...that makes perfect sense, thank you."
14 December 2011
Birthdays
Yesterday was my oldest's birthday. He is eight.
When he was first born, I really struggled (you can read about it here) and a good friend of mine said for the first time to me what would become my mantra for getting through this time. "This too shall pass." Though the original author was a Persian poet, I bet he was a parent too.
Those tough times did pass, and while I will never wish to be there again, I do wish my boy would not grow up quite so fast. Each time I look at him I am surprised at how tall he is. His hands and feet have long since lost that chubby baby look.
I keep expecting him to look like this:
Not this tall, toothless boy I see:
When he was first born, I really struggled (you can read about it here) and a good friend of mine said for the first time to me what would become my mantra for getting through this time. "This too shall pass." Though the original author was a Persian poet, I bet he was a parent too.
Those tough times did pass, and while I will never wish to be there again, I do wish my boy would not grow up quite so fast. Each time I look at him I am surprised at how tall he is. His hands and feet have long since lost that chubby baby look.
I keep expecting him to look like this:
09 December 2011
A Meal to Remember
Yesterday was a big day. After all these months of going to the stitching group meetings (or as I like to call them “Grandma Vetting”) I finally got invited to go out with some of them to lunch….at the IHOP. This is a big deal…they don’t just ask anyone to IHOP. I nearly got kicked out because of my dislike of mayonnaise and peanut butter (gasp!) but saved myself with some quick humor on the merits of bacon. Because really who doesn’t like bacon?
Anyway… I was sitting next to one of the oldest members of the group Maxine, born in 1928 and across from my surrogate of choice Erna (MUCH younger…you know like my parents age!). Both of these women were born in Germany and came to live in the United States in the 60’s. Quite suddenly, over the remains of our breakfasts, Maxine and Erna begin to talk of the war, WWII. Sleeping in barns in the country each night, and only going home in the day, or if they did stay sleeping in the basements using shutters and clothing to cover the windows so no light would get out. Watching their town and the towns around them leveled. Erna recalled to me what she and other children used to call the “Christmas Trees”. White phosphorus spreading out as it neared the earth like a shinning tree, only to burn what it touched... Erna said, “we were children…we didn’t know…”
“They were hard times…but there were nice times too.” Erna said, “After the Americans came.” Maxine recalled seeing German soldiers walking down the hill outside town, followed by American soldiers, and the relief of surrender. Hershey bars…Erna’s friend was given one, and to this day, this friend swears that no Hershey bar ever tasted as good as that one. Maxine talked about the package of flour given to them from the Americans; they used it to make a cake…the first they’d had in 6 years. They were happy when their towns and bridges began to be rebuilt.
Then later coming to the US and speaking no English, fearing every time the door bell rang. Maxine said it was dangerous for her to speak German in the early 60’s in the US, I can well believe the anti-German sentiment at the time.
I feel that yesterday’s meal was a once in a lifetime experience for me. “No more war-talk” Maxine said through tears. I couldn't agree more.
Anyway… I was sitting next to one of the oldest members of the group Maxine, born in 1928 and across from my surrogate of choice Erna (MUCH younger…you know like my parents age!). Both of these women were born in Germany and came to live in the United States in the 60’s. Quite suddenly, over the remains of our breakfasts, Maxine and Erna begin to talk of the war, WWII. Sleeping in barns in the country each night, and only going home in the day, or if they did stay sleeping in the basements using shutters and clothing to cover the windows so no light would get out. Watching their town and the towns around them leveled. Erna recalled to me what she and other children used to call the “Christmas Trees”. White phosphorus spreading out as it neared the earth like a shinning tree, only to burn what it touched... Erna said, “we were children…we didn’t know…”
“They were hard times…but there were nice times too.” Erna said, “After the Americans came.” Maxine recalled seeing German soldiers walking down the hill outside town, followed by American soldiers, and the relief of surrender. Hershey bars…Erna’s friend was given one, and to this day, this friend swears that no Hershey bar ever tasted as good as that one. Maxine talked about the package of flour given to them from the Americans; they used it to make a cake…the first they’d had in 6 years. They were happy when their towns and bridges began to be rebuilt.
Then later coming to the US and speaking no English, fearing every time the door bell rang. Maxine said it was dangerous for her to speak German in the early 60’s in the US, I can well believe the anti-German sentiment at the time.
I feel that yesterday’s meal was a once in a lifetime experience for me. “No more war-talk” Maxine said through tears. I couldn't agree more.
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