Friday, May 30, 2008
You'll never look at Precious Moments figurines the same again. Speaking of Precious Moments, my cousin got married when she was just 16 and they used Precious Moments as the theme. It was so creepy going to a child's wedding, (I was two years younger and I still thought of it that way), and having there be pictures and figurines of children dressed up as a bride and groom everywhere. I think Precious Moments are only a small step above the creepy clown paintings that were so popular in the 70's. And the paintings of the creepy big-eyed kids that were also popular when we were wee.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
The rest of Friday played out pretty low key with delicious homemade fajitas and so-so margaritas from a mix at home followed by Rock Band. Saturday we were up bright and early and decided to tackle all our "have to do" stuff so we could have fun the rest of the weekend. We pulled out the remaining monkey-grass infested flower bed from the front and got the house all clean again after it had been neglected in the name of potty training, and after a trip to PlantEscape Gardens, a really awesome nursery we discovered on South First for some plants and a trip to Home Depot for some mulch,
She was so proud of her blue tongue. We stuffed ourselves at the Tavern and put Stella to bed, then watched a great movie I have to highly recommend. It was called "Delirious" and it was by one of our favorite directors, Tom DeCillio. Really interesting movie with Steve Buscemi and Michael Pitts. You should check it out if you have the chance.
Monday, Tim's parents returned from their trip and so we were finally able to give in to Stella's incessant chanting of "Go Baba's house!". We dropped her off and had lunch, hit some vintage stores and Crate and Barrel and capped the whole thing off with an IKEA trip. There we got Stella a really cool picnic wood picnic table with benches for outside for only 20 bucks. I cannot wait to get it put together and see what she thinks of it!
Monday, May 26, 2008
Obviously we also hung the super-groovy light. I love the whole thing, I'm so glad we got it. Only bad thing is that now it makes our Ikea cabinet which is on the wall perpindicular to it look junky and over-crowded. Perhaps we will get doors for the top of that cabinet and just put books in it. Although then we have to find a home for the Metroiskas (sp?). Ah, dilemmas, dilemmas!
Kill me now.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
It's amazing how quickly I feel better now!
This morning after the second accident, when I had been right next to her, doing everything I was supposed to, watching for the signs, reminding, praising, etc, I just lost it (I made sure to get away from Stella first). We were going to fail. And I realize this is not that big of a deal, but it was because we've wasted 3 days only to fail. So Stella had another accident with me right next to her and it hit me: The reason she's failing is because she doesn't care about using the potty right now! Stella is not going to do something unless she wants to do it, it's just her personality and it's one of the things I love most about her personality, it's just annoying when it comes to potty training. So she's had some more accidents, and I've cried some more, and I'm sort of embarassed to admit that I feel like such a failure. But it's not my achievement, it's Stella's. We're going to go ahead and finish out today because that way I won't look back and go, "What if I'd just given it the whole 3 days? Maybe a miracle would have occured." Even though that means that I'll be stuck with her until bedtime because Tim's running a race tonight. But surely I can make it a few more hours. I've already been through so much!
So now I have to decide what next? Do I just go back to diapers and pack up the potty? Use pull ups? Keep the potty out but not mention it? I don't know, but I'm pretty sure that it's just not time for potty training. Even if this method worked for the other people I know who've tried it and for all the people who had the peppy testimonials on her website. And for all 6 of the Potty Queen's kids. Because I have followed it as closely as I possibly can. And when your kid has no problem peeing all over the floor two inches from you, I don't really think there's much you can do, sadly.
I guess tonight after she goes to bed I'll see what info I can find on other approaches to potty training. Maybe I can find a support group for "3 Day Potty Training Failures";)
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Sweet, this one worked. This is the double-door cabinet. Have to replace those grandma pulls with something more modern:
Turn your head to the left. The record cabinet. Guess we'll store our oodles of records in there;) :
Two of the four shelves. The one shelf has a weird lip on it, no clue what for, perhaps so that stuff doesn't fly off? I have a feeling that every component in this thing had a very specific function when it was first created, although I have no clue what those are now!:
And if you're curious how potty-training is going. It's still going. We're both still alive, still talking to each other (Stella and I that is), and she's sleeping right now. We've had two poops in the potty, one in the panties (that was especially unpleasant) and a couple of incidents of the floor being covered in pee. I really wish we could get the whole pee in the potty thing down, but there's still tomorrow, right?
Monday, May 19, 2008
You really should read it or else you will have no context for my post. It's very short. It brought up a great discussion about what they are doing. This is how I responded to my buds: I admire the romantic ideal of what they are doing, I really do. I think it is amazing and I love the idea of being untethered from all the material possessions that I feel like I "need". And I hope that it works out for them. BUT, I find it very interesting that he is planning to continue to keep his job making a "ridiculous amount of money". WHAT?!!!! How is that living off the grid? I think that by trying to keep their feet in both worlds at once, their experiment is doomed to failure. Also, I was a little wary of the statement that they had a "brand new car". That shows that up until very recently they were still accumulating new, expensive stuff. IMHO, you might want to downsize a bit before giving away everything you own (including very sentimental posessions like your wedding rings) and moving across the country to live without electricity or running water. It might ease the shock a bit.
And to go further (and why I turned this into a blog post), it made me think of my own experiences. When Tim and I first got married, we didn't have a whole lot of money, but we had a very cheap apartment (how's $625 for a 2/2 sound?) and we were very happy. We were able to live life like we wanted with hand-me-down possessions and occassional splurge trips to IKEA while still having money left over to eat out when we wanted and invite friends over for mixed drink soirees. Then we both started getting raises, Tim especially. And we still had the same expenses. So every Sunday we'd get the paper and read the circulars while eating donuts or cinnamon rolls (this is also the time when I gained 20 pounds). And then we'd go out and go shopping, usually to Target, and come back with a bunch of crap. Granted, we were also setting up house, so you could argue we had places for it, but shopping was a hobby. That continued for a while until we decided to buy a house, so we went on a severe budget and saved the money for a downpayment for our house (which I think was only eight grand, but it seemed like an ENORMOUS amount back then. And actually, it probably was.)
Fast forward to now. When I think really hard about every single purchase. Like do I really want to bring this into my house? And a lot of that has come out of the design of our house and the evolution of my sense of design. Although the fact that everything we have to buy seems to be skyrocketing in price doesn't help. But focusing on the design element, I have grown to HATE clutter. I still have some tchokes that I love dearly, but for the most part I've tried to banish the ones I don't have material attachments to. Our house dictates we can't have clutter. Of course, the flip side of this is that when we make purchases they are BIG ones that are what I would call "investment" pieces. But I don't really buy much crap anymore. It's sort of a shock to realize that. But it's true. And when we moved from our old house to Tim's parents we got rid of a ton of stuff. Then when we moved in here we realized we still had a bunch of stuff that never should have made the move so we purged again. And just a few weeks ago, we cleaned out the garage and purged again. The moral of my ramble? There isn't one, I guess, except to say that even those of us who (somewhat reluctantly) continue our traditional consumerist lifestyle still put thought into what we purchase and how. And perhaps the one good thing that might come out of the recession would be a whole lot of people doing that same sort of self-examination. Because most of us have a lot of stuff we don't need.
I picked a week when we've got pretty much nothing going on so even though it's only supposed to take 3 days, I'm prepared to have to devote the whole five.
I just re-read my post and I really thought I'd be able to be more clever and wittier when I was thinking of doing this all day. But I think I'm just too freakin' tired! Oh, well, I've got a positive attitude, stickers, prizes, high-fiber treats and low-sugar juice. For Stella that is. For Mommy, I've got a well-stocked fridge of beer for bedtime;)
Friday, May 16, 2008
THE STORY: Marisol Perez, a young Latino woman, is a copy editor for a Manhattan publisher. Although she has elevated herself into the white collar class, she continues to live alone in the dangerous Bronx neighborhood of her childhood. As the play begins, Marisol narrowly escapes a vicious attack by a golf club-wielding madman while traveling home on the subway. Later that evening Marisol is visited by her guardian angel who informs her that she can no longer serve as Marisol's protector because she has been called to join the revolution already in progress against an old and senile God who is dying and "taking the rest of the universe with him." The war in heaven spills over into New York City, reducing it to a smoldering urban wasteland where giant fires send noxious smoke to darken the skies, where the moon has not been seen in months, where the food has been turned to salt, and water no longer seeks its level. Alone, without her protector, Marisol begins a nightmare journey into this new war zone where she is attacked by a man with an ice cream cone demanding back pay for his extra work on Taxi Driver. Marisol finds herself on the streets, homeless, where her many encounters include a woman beaten for exceeding her credit limit and a homeless burn victim in a wheelchair looking for his lost skin. With the apocalypse well under way, the angels have traded in their wings for Uzis and wear leather motorcycle jackets and fatigues. As the action builds to a crescendo, the masses of homeless and displaced people join the angels in the war to save the universe.
Winner of the 1993 Obie Award. An apocalyptic urban fantasy which urges society to "wake up" and somehow find a way to recover the long-lost and much-needed compassion for our fellow man, as this is the only way to save our world. "…Rivera's play is angry, fearsome, fantastic, and poetically frenzied, without surrendering either its sanity or its mordant sense of humor…It's a cry from the poet's heart." —Village Voice "…Rivera's cruelly slanted world view…is fascinating." —NY Post. "…Rivera's dialogue is poetically powerful…" —BackStage. "…the writing has the potential to tickle a bruised city audience awake with the dark absurdities of our current malaise…" —NY Newsday.
I play June, Marisol's best friend and coworker. And I care for my mentally-challenged brother Lenny, who will be played by Andrew Varenhorst, a very talented local actor you've probably seen if you've seen much here in town. As for the rest of the cast, that gets decided Saturday at auditions, so hopefully some talented folks will come out in droves!
These are pretty much all more scrumptious than ours, BUT they are also in the UK, so it's not like we could get them anyway. Everyone saves everything in the UK and they all seem to have stuff that is older than our entire country, so there's really no hope of finding stuff this cool in the US. Also, these are much smaller than ours.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
-Yesterday, out of the blue, she says "Mommy and Daddy make baby sister". Huh? did your MeMe teach you that? ;)
Love the windows on the right:
This is perhaps my favorite. I'd seen it on a forum I stumbled upon (where I found out about Glenbrook) and it is even more amazing in person:
I wish I'd taken more pictures, but I was sort of afraid that someone would call the cops on us, especially in Memorial!
After we finished driving around and took off our drool cups, we headed to Galveston. Unfortunately, our condo which had actually gotten good reviews was a hole. A Golden Corral with very bright lights stood between us and the ocean, so while we could have seen the ocean at night from our balcony, we couldn't because we were blinded by the lights. And then the waves were so bad that we couldn't go in the water (they had a red flag up; it was the worst I'd ever seen), so we just kind of walked along the water shivering for less than a block and gave up.
The killer waves that kept us from going in.
We didn't have a hot tub at Chez Crappy and the heated pool was constantly full of kids (we heard a kid laughing at ONE AM!), so my new bathing suit saw no water. I don't think kids go to school anymore because I certainly see them everywhere on weekdays. So Galveston was a wash, although still relaxing. We had some good food, played putt putt and saw "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" (lots of fun, you should see it). So I'd hardly call it a disaster.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
I hit the Priceline for our Houston hotel and, lucky me, got the one hotel which my sister-in-law described as "old and cruddy" and which had bad reviews on Trip Advisor. ROCK! Tim, my favorite optimist, says, "maybe we'll get one of the remodeled rooms and it will be really nice." Unlikely. At least we got a good deal, which is good because the parking is $25 a day! Although I read a Trip Advisor tip from someone who parked in a lot for $6.50 and just walked two blocks to the hotel. That's probably what we'll do because $25 a day is ridiculous! Oh, well, I've always had good luck with Priceline in the past, I was due for a dud.
The woman across from me looks like my late Great Aunt Viney. She has the super-super short tight curly hair, glasses and the severe expression. But she's wearing jeans and a t-shirt and Aunt Viney always wore these dresses that looked like they came out of a dustbowl-era photograph. And did you know that there is a cartoon that is Scooby Doo but they're all kids? Just saw that as well because they had cartoons on for the little girl who was here. She's gone now, so it's back to CNN and Hillary Clinton droning on.
I am So Sick of this primary. Please, for the love of Pete, just drop out Hillary so we can move on with our lives. I can't stand either of them, quite frankly. I mean, did you know that they both went on WWE? Are we really at that point now, they have to stage a cartoon wrestling match to appeal to wrestling-fans? I mean, come on! I think that's frankly insulting to wrestling fans, like they don't pay attention to politics unless it's on their entertainment? Please!
Oh, man she's talking about how Iraq has a blank check and we need to end that and make them stand up on their own. Uh, they wouldn't have these freakin' problems if WE DIDN'T INVADE THEM! We can't just abandon them, WTF?! Grr.