Friday, March 30, 2012

my favorite hermit

I think it's time for another little feature I like to call, "Spotlight on Enrique".




About a week and a half ago, on a Wednesday afternoon, Eric called me at work to ask me what our weekend plans were.  Surprised, I reminded him that we were watching our nieces and nephews for a few hours on Friday night, but other than that, the weekend was basically free.  This is where the conversation went next:

Me:  Why do you ask?  Do you have something going on or something?
Eric:  Oh no, I just want to be mentally prepped.  

If Eric had his way, I think he would spend his entire life holed up at home, with the exception of a semi-weekly trip to Borders (if we still had a Borders) and a daily run to the convenience store (for Diet Pepsi).

Not unlike many men, Eric loves to putter around the house, work on his projects and hobbies, watch his beloved black and white B-movies (Plan 9 from Outer Space is a particular favorite), and in general, live the life that is as close to a hermit as he can manage.

This is quality right here, folks.  
If you're Eric, that is.  


Back when I was more newlywedded, and not as secure in my wifely-ness as I am now, this propensity for solitude used to be bothersome and upsetting to me.  I'm sorry to admit that back in those days, I would drag Eric to social events with friends and acquaintances, more concerned about what his absence might say to my friends (about our marriage) than what my demands might say to him (about my consideration for his feelings).  I worried that if we didn't portray the perfect couple, the couple who wanted to cherish every possible moment together, that others might assume that we had chinks in our relationship.  Worse, I worried that they would be right.

Fortunately, time passed, I learned a thing or two, and Eric was patient and kind (and not a little long-suffering) while I did so.

These days, my propensity to drag Eric around with me to any social gathering has decreased significantly.  Oh, I still hold a few (Eric would say more than a few) "do this because you love me" cards, which I don't hesitate to lay on the table when necessary, but I'm recognizing more and more the need for compromise and negotiation (rather than the old guilt trip strategy) than perhaps I did a few years ago.

That works for us.  These days, I frequently attend (or initiate)  social/family gatherings alone, or with Heather in tow.  I get my outside interaction needs met, and Eric gets his alone time (unless I leave Heather with him, and then he gets "Daddy is #1" time, which he often enjoys even more).  These days, when Eric is requested/expected/coerced into attending a gathering, he nearly always remarks (of his own accord) on how much he enjoyed it all, once it's all over, and we are safely on our way home.  I remind him of this fact nearly every time he complains pre-event, but he never remembers or believes me.

And that's okay.  No one is perfect, after all.


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(But let's be honest.  For me and for Heather, Eric comes pretty darn close.)







    

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez--or the day I pretended that I was a mother of three

Remember when I promised you a million pictures and a more detailed treatment of a certain day with three certain girls?



Ta-Daaaah!



The day started out like any other day.  Except for the fact that Cecily was in town.

We picked Cecily up, and headed for the Anthropology Museum at Utah State University.  On the way, we called to see if Eden wanted to join us, and to our delight, she did!


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I kind of like the story these pictures tell.  Cecily is curious as to Heather's whereabouts and activities.  Heather, on the other hand, is growing more and more weary of her mother's need to photo-document every single minute.  That kid has a rough life, believe you me.  



Eden joined us at the museum, where (after a brief jaunt through the actual exhibits) the girls got to work on making their very own Mardi Gras masks . . .
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. . . and Mardi Gras beads.
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Before we left, one of the museum helpers asked if the girls would pose with their creations.  They were only too happy to oblige.
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And then, we were off for more adventures!
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But not before we had a little grown-up/kid photoshoot.
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Eden took the picture on the left, I believe Cecily took the one on the right.


The girls took off, running for the bus stop (Don't worry Amy, I called them back before Cecily got out of my sight.)
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I love how the other two girls are bee-lining it to get as far away from me as we can, while Eden is turning around to come back and get me.  It's always nice to be remembered, you know?


You will remember that while we were waiting for the bus, I was treated to a singing and dancing show that was second to none.
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The bus arrived.
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Using my amazing navigation skills, I accidentally got us all off the bus one or two stops too soon, which meant that we had a loooong walk (run) back to the car.
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After that, we had lunch (at Cafe Rio), where all the girls insisted on Root Beer, even though I've since learned that for at least two of the girls, it is not necessarily the drink of choice.  Then we went to the Cache Valley Mall, where the girls played around in the play area, along with about a million other kids (no pictures, sorry).  I had a small moment of panic when I was scanning over the kids to find the shirts belonging to "my" girls.  I could find Heather's blue and purple floral, and Eden's pink and white stripe, but Cecily had taken off her sweater, and I couldn't for the life of me remember what color shirt she had been wearing underneath (it was turquoise blue, you will note from the picture above).  Seriously, I was kind of freaking out as I scanned the kids, looking all over for a shirt that looked like it could belong to Cecily.

Fortunately, after about a minute of pure panic, I remembered that Cecily's skin and hair colors weren't exactly conducive to "blending in" here in rural northern Utah, and I stopped looking for shirt color, and instead started looking for a head of gorgeous black hair.  Immediately, I located Cecily, and all was well again.

After we had played ourselves out, it was time to jump back in the car, and deposit all the girls back at their respective homes, and with their respective mothers.



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Eden's face here pretty much sums up the day, as far as I'm concerned.



Monday, March 26, 2012

Dreaming of Spring

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Remember how last summer we painted rocks?
That's ice in the bowl.



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See?




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I can hardly wait to get the plastic off these strawberry plants and start watching for blooms and little bits of red deliciousness.



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Ditto for the pink wading pool.
(Except for the whole "little bits of red deliciousness stuff.)


Spring oh spring, HURRY!
(please?)


Thursday, March 22, 2012

The Treehouse Museum--the full photo treatment







At the Treehouse Museum . . .



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We rode horses in appropriately-colored cowgirl attire.  Photobucket



We fearlessly fought the fiery blazes from all sides.
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I love Eden's face here.  "Bring it on!  I can take anything on the horizon!"


We went to Mexico where we practiced our demure poses, and made our own hair flowers.
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We traveled to England, where some us of put on a royal tea party for our mothers,
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and some of us indulged in a royal tea made for us by our daughters.Photobucket




After England, we put in some time in a Native American Village.
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Then, it was off to school, Little House on the Prairie/Anne of Green Gables style.
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Eden taught first.

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Checking over the work.  
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The student becomes the master.




I have fond memories of Ogden, going back to my high school days of overnighters there prior to (and during) the Weber State track meet (as well as the State Track Meet at least one year).  I remember as a freshman, going to the Ogden Mall with my friend April, and trying on new make-up colors, searching for the perfect shade of blush that would make the boys swoon.

As it turned out, the years were not kind to that particular area of Ogden.  By the time I moved to Logan in 1995, the area around the Ogden Mall was deserted, run-down, and the kind of place you didn't necessarily want to be after dark.  Eventually the mall was abandoned, and in 2002, it was demolished.

In light of that history, perhaps you can imagine my happiness when I did a little internal figuring and external researching (maps and directions have never been my strong suit), and realized that the Treehouse Museum is on the very ground where the Ogden Mall used to stand.  I like the thought of that.  Something along the lines of a  rebirth of a place with some fond memories for me, now providing new memories for the grown-up me, and my little-girl daughter.

What's not to like about that?

(And, just to be clear, the area feels perfectly safe to me now.)



(In case you are considering a trip to the Treehouse Museum, rest assured that these photos don't cover even one-third of all we did there, and we probably only did a third or even a fourth of all that is available to experience there.  Really, I can't say enough good about it.)


(And no, no one has compensated me in any way, shape, or form for saying all of this.)

Monday, March 19, 2012

The Wrap-Up

First of all, I've gotta say, THANK YOU to all for humoring me in this silliness year after year after year.  Is it weird of me to say that Midwinter Musical Madness is one of the surprise highlights of my year?  Weird or not though, it absolutely is.

As is custom (as of last year), Harmony wrote us a literary masterpiece summing up much of the years' competition.  I can't have it hidden away in the comments, so here it is:

If Charlotte Gives You a Showtune
adapted by Harmony P.

If Charlotte gives you a showtune, you might know it, and you might not.

If you know it, and if you happen to guess the song and the musical before any one else does, you’ll score seven big points!

If you don’t know it, you might start racking your brain, trying to think of any musical you’ve ever seen or heard of that fits the lyrics.

Or you might give up and google (or goggle) the lyrics because it’s driving you crazy. If you google the lyrics, you might kick yourself because you should have known the song and the musical they came from. Or you might kick yourself later because you lacked the patience to wait for the extra clues that showed up in the comments.

Or you might have no clue and resort to groveling for whim points. You might scour your memory for any connection or experience that relates to the lyrics, the musical, or the content of Charlotte’s post. You might (temporarily) neglect work, family, or chores to compose a witty response. You might compulsively check Charlotte’s blog to see if a new post is up, or to read everyone else’s comments in hopes of turning their words to your own purposes.

If you are Melissa, you probably know the musical and have the song memorized, because you exercise to Broadway music. So you might whim your way to points by expounding on the characters. 

Hearing about the characters will probably remind Carol of the actors who played the characters in the movies. 

When she mentions one, Nathan might recognize the actor and educate us on all the other movies and TV shows he’s been in. 

When Nathan forgets a movie or an actor, Jeff will probably remember it and connect it to German, German literature, or a celebrity rehab center in Utah Valley. 

Bored with all of Jeff’s Nazi references, Jacob will turn the conversation to sports. 

Talking about sports will probably make Robert competitive, so he will tell a story about Jake almost getting hit by a car–twice. 

When Mom C hears Robert’s story, it might remind her of other Corry family stories. 

Always a great story-teller, Jeri will add one of her own.

Jeri’s story will probably make Charlotte laugh.

And when Charlotte laughs, chances are, she will give you another showtune! 



And, now, for our winners:

In fifth place, we have Jeri.  
(thunderous applause)

In fourth place, we have Melissa.
(muffled excited screams)

In a tie for second place, we have my mom, and Harmony.
(less-muffled, excited screams)

And, in first place, setting a record for being our first male winner, and proving to all of us that when it all comes down to it,  Midwinter Musical Madness is MUCH more about whims and laughter (specifically my laughter) than it is about Broadway Musicals, we have the intrepid, the creative, and the never-afraid-to-grovel-for-whim-points . . . 

Jeff/deutschlehrer!!!!!




Wa-hoo!!!




So, you wanna know about prizes?

Well, basically, since Jeff has never won before, he gets the whole ball of wax.  So, he gets:

  • Bragging Rights, Sidebar Picture and Personal Poetry Prize (if I ever get around to writing it--I didn't last year--sorry, mom)
  • $50 gift certificate to salutationscrochet.etsy.com
  • An evening of games with yours truly, Mr. yours truly, and her little truly highness.  

Thanks again to all of you for another fabulous few weeks of silliness and laughter.  How I love you all.  

(Seriously.)








 

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear ...

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)




Thanks for playing!

I'll have a winner posted soon.


Bring on the Hamburg, Bring on the Bun! Pappy's Little puppy loves everyone!

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


Because you've treated me so rotten and rough I've had enough of feelin' low

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


Wear your hair down, and a flower, don't use makeup, dress in white. She'll grow older by the hour

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


Come, let's believe love can be just as sweet as it seems let's live on dreams!

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


I'll smile, when you say "Be Glad," I'll weep if you want me sad

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


It's nothing, they turned off my heat and I'm just a little weak on my feet

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


In life one has to face a huge assortment Of nauseating fads and good advice

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


A lady doesn't wander all over the room And blow on some other guy's dice

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


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