Demondoll Diaries

innocence is sweet

2011-09-27T20:48:00.000-07:00

LAST WEEK

I was getting a tutorial on Irish accents from a lovely and patient friend. The Boy suggested I use his dad's Irish spray- one mist and you talk Irish!

Tipperary and I looked at him in dismay as we thought his joke was in rather poor taste. But after all, he is only 11, so she was forgiving, and I glossed it over.

Later, though-

-Mom, why NOT use Dad's spray?

-It's really only good for making your breath minty.

-Oh. But it said on the tube...

TODAY

Boy: Have you seen Santa's (somewhat garbled word)er?
Friend: what did you say?

Boy: Santa's Tracker. You can go on this website on Christmas Eve, and see where Santa is. Like he could be in Russia or in Tennessee...

Friend: Oh! I thought you said Santa's tractor.

Me: I thought he said Santa's cracker.

Friend: Yeah, like a cookie.

Fox vs. Pirate

2011-05-13T23:43:00.001-07:00

I just got my script for Don Juan, and am s.t.o.k.e.d. - this is going to be all sorts of mad fun, and The Boy was offered a part in the play! He is slated to play a fox in the hunt (run like you mean it), and to be a young pirate. You would think The Boy would be over the moon. You would be thinking of another child.

Me: looks like you are going to be a fox in the show.

Boy: Cool!

M: You're probably going to get to be a pirate, too-

B: What?

M: a Pirate? Argh? You get to hold a sword and -

B: I told you I didn't want any lines.

Me: I don't think you have any, you're just in the fight sequences.

B: Am I going to get hurt?

M: No. It's PRETEND. It's act-ing.

B: I thought I was just going to be animal. Like time.

and... close-up on The Pout x 2 (mirror images of mama and son)

shows and camps and showcamps

2011-05-04T21:33:00.001-07:00

I finished doing the Milosevics this past weekend. It was a week-long intensive of rehearsals (8 hour days)that culminated in two performances. I had such a great time! I got to work with some of my favorite people, and met and fell under the spell of a few more. We worked really hard without feeling like it was work, and the performances were really well received...

And I miss everyone. I'm still a little mopey and at loose ends. My family looks upon me with pity. I was regaling my sis on the exploits and giddiness in general, and she said-

Sounds just like camp!

Which it is. We even nickname these theatre festivals Camp Such-n-Such... this one was Camp Cacalica. We gather up and spend all day every day for a week with together and feed off each other's creative energy and enthusiasm, and then POOF! it's over and we all go back to our lives and hope that our families still remember our names. I haven't yet decided which makes for an easier transition-

a) 6 week rehearsal and multi-week run

b) 1 week rehearsal and 1 performance

I think I need something like

c) get involved in another theatrical production right away (which would also involve my husband and son so that I could have the best of both worlds)

2011-05-02T09:09:00.000-07:00

Seriously? I haven't posted in over two years?! Ah, the seduction of facebook...

I'm developing a series of theatre-for-youth classes with my dear friend, Camille. We put together a short workshop last year for our sons' class, and it went over very well so we're expanding on it, and will be teaching for the next 3 Mondays at the Paradise Theatre School. www.theparadisetheatreschool.org

Exciting stuff, to collaborate with someone as brilliant and innovative as she is. We've worked together now for almost 3 years so we have a good sense of how to play and learn. Together we have over 20 years of performance experience- we're eager to share our enthusiasm and love of theatre with the next generation of future performers!

The Boy vs. The Camera

2009-04-07T18:24:00.000-07:00

The Revamp Tramp took some great shots of The Boy- here is a sample!

oldie but goodie

2009-03-31T22:16:00.000-07:00

an exchange from those in the know, ie WGD and Yours Truly-

Fibbers get a swat.
Bullies go to hell.

HOW WILL YOU KNOW YOU'RE AT A FILIPINO PARTY?

2009-03-22T20:06:00.000-07:00

I got this from my friend Ruth! Here are some helpful hints-
Update! As Sister commented, there are few significant differences in our family/friend funtions. I noted the ones that I remember specifically

You're an hour late and there's still nobody there.
There’s enough food to feed the Philippines. And it is GOOOOOD. Like loosen your belt good.
You can't even get through the door because there's a pile of 50 pairs of shoes blocking the way (the floor is carpeted, that's why).
You are greeted by a Tita Baby and/or a Tito Boy.
There's a piano in the living room for decoration.
You see a huge fork and spoon on the wall, a framed picture of the Last Supper, a huge Santo Nino, and a barrel man.
You enter a family party and you "Ma no" to half the old crowd and when you leave you have to say goodbye to EVERYONE that's related to you as a sign of respect. You end up saying hello and goodbye for a total of 30-40 minutes. I think this maybe is the hand to forehead thing- which I will still do if they proffer the hand(rare)- but I don't know the name
The lumpia is gone in 5 minutes and they are frying up another batch.
There's at least one or more with the name : JP,JJ,PJ,TJ,DJ,AJ, RJ,LJ, Lingling, Bingbing, Tingting, Dingding, Wengweng, Bongbong, Dongdong etc.
There's goat 'pulutan' being cooked. I only know pig...
There's a crazy woman with a camera going around the room snapping away and yelling, "Uy peeeek-chuuur!" I fear this is me.
All the old aunties and guests are already wrapping up food to take home.
You have the Pacquiao fight on the illegal cable boxes on the 70" LCD in the movie room, the 10 yr old 50" CRT in the living room, the 15 yr old 30" tube in the breakfast nook, the 20 yr old 15" tube in the kitchen, the 30 yr old 13" tube in the garage
AND the Little portable by the BBQ grill, because TVs are NEVER retired in a Filipino household, they merely get demoted to whichever room doesn't have a TV yet,then it ends up in the balikbayan box to be sent to a relative back home, and it ends up being the main TV at a house again.
The aunties & guests are showing off their "designer" Louis Vuitton and Coach bags that they secretly bought at a swap-meet. Sister has pointed out- and rightly so- that our mom and our aunties go for the real thing.
Someone is always in the kitchen constantly cleaning up, and you're not sure if she's the maid or a relative, so you greet and kiss them on the cheek anyway.
Relatives/friends will ask you where you work. If it's a retail job or if you work at an amusement park, they'll ask if you can get them a discount. This has happened to me- BUT!- when I graduated from school my relatives were also quick to give leads on potential jobs and put in a good word.
The older men are in the garage playing posoy-dos, the women are gossiping or are playing mahjong, most other people are in the entertainment room singing karaoke, and the kids are outside the streets running around unsupervised. I myself remember everyone playing mahjong together in the living and dining rooms. My folks once had 3 tables set up, each with little tables between players for handy snacks. I miss the clacking sound of the tiles.
They're singing "Peelings" on karaoke.
You hear a male's voice on the karaoke trying to emulate Frank Sinatra's "My Way".
Women are still doing the line dance to "todo todo ".
They play "Achy-Breaky Heart" over and over again. We have a cousin that line dances like no-ones bidness.
Religious gatherings at the house turn into an illegal gambling setup by the end of the night.

OH DI BA?

fun with archaic words and gender

2009-03-20T20:47:00.000-07:00

Actor -> Actress
Waiter-> Waitress
Butler -> ?

it is to giggle if one contemplates butless or butlette

What's Your Personality Type?

2009-03-13T21:00:00.000-07:00

What's Your Personality Type?
You Are An ISFP

The Artist
You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).You enjoy spending your free time in nature. You are good with animals and children.
Simply put, you enjoy beauty in all its forms. You live for the simple pleasures in life.Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.

In love, you are quiet and sweet yet very passionate. You love easily.You have an underlying love for all living things, and it's easy for you to accept someone into your heart.

At work, you do best in an unconventional position. You express yourself well and can work with almost anyone.
You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.
How you see yourself: Sympathetic, kind, and communicative

When other people don't get you, they see you as: Incompetent, insecure, and overly sensitive

WGD says I am NOT sensitive. I fear he's right... hehehe

I'm goin' back to Cali...

2009-03-07T21:48:00.000-08:00

For just a few days to see my folks and The Sister!
My mom had flyer miles which she generously gave to me- yahoo! I'll miss my fellas horribly but, you know what they say....
if you have a chance for home-cooking that YOU don't have to make- GO FOR IT
Also, I am leaving the snow/hail/weird weather cycle. WOoOt!

Why is it...

2009-02-26T11:18:00.000-08:00

singular-louse; plural-lice
singular-mouse; plural-mice

singular-house;plural- houseES?

Kim?

Dear Demondoll

2009-02-24T20:58:00.001-08:00

*Warning: This is supposedly a real query for an advice column. My own response below post may contain strong language.

Dear Demondoll-
I've just married my third husband, and this is his second marriage. We each have a child. I have a son who is 10, and my husband has a 12-year-old daughter.
We all live together, but I am unhappy because I want his daughter to live with her mother instead of with us. He wants her with us because her mother is sort of unstable, unemployed off and on, and has abused alcohol and drugs in the past.
The mother appears to be doing better, according to my stepdaughter (she has been with her mother on weekends lately). My husband and I do not communicate with his ex. As a matter of fact, I hate her.
I don't want to raise my stepdaughter. Her own mother should be taking care of her. The mother pays no child support and doesn't even bother to thank us. I've expressed my feelings, and my husband is hoping my feelings will change.
Why should I have to be responsible for the daughter when her mother is capable? Why should she be free of obligation? I have to take care of my son, go to PTA meetings, basketball practice, swimming lessons, cook, clean, wash clothes and work a full-time job. What do you think? — Upset Wife!

Dear Selfish Sn&tchwad-
I am amazed- AMAZED that you could even find a 3rd man who could put up with your nonsense. What, you want to form a life with someone, but his child/ren are to be shunted away like a bad purchase? How would you feel, Jackhole, if your husband's attitude toward your little angel matched yours to this girl?
You have a chance to love another child, a child who has done nothing wrong except offend you by her existence. A true grown-up would embrace the loved ones of her beloved, not exclude them like a uptight b*tch. Golly, who would've thought Hubby was moving a step down from an unstable addict? I hope either you wake up soon, or that your husband leaves you for a better, not bitter, mate. I have serious doubts for your soul.

Best Wishes,
Demondoll

haiku to my belle-mere

2009-02-19T20:35:00.001-08:00

*grandma with her youngest angel-pie

My mom-in-law rocks
She can do it all and more
while knitting quickly

nuggets of knowledge from the classroom

2009-02-11T17:50:00.000-08:00

Gigi stopped by the office. Yes, we work at the same gym. And our boys are in school together, taught by my BIL, her husband. We're what you might call a tight-knit family. What?

We don't actually see each other as often as we used to, so we like to catch up on the general hooha. We nattered for a bit, then she said-
Did you hear what happened at school yesterday? and she started guffawing.
This could only mean mine was up to something.
She gasped out- BIL is always coming home with some hilarious thing The Boy has done that day! I can't believe he doesn't tell you and WGD! More laughter.
Great.
I guess yesterday, the class was seperated into small groups to work on longhouses. One of the children in The Boy's group pitched a fit about something, and spent many moments crying about how hopeless it all was. After BIL got the classmate calm, the group went back to work. A few minutes later, BIL heard The Boy-
So, (classmate)... don't you think it's better to just measure the wood at 4.5" instead of- I don't know... crying?

Niiiiice.
I admit, I laughed at the story, too. But this is not rare? I wonder where he gets the snark.

Lifting Embargo?

2009-02-06T09:57:00.001-08:00

So, The Boy was caught out in a lie regarding a computer obsession he has. He's been on computer restriction for the last few weekends. Unless it's for school, computer is forbidden. No play, no watching others play (because we don't encourage voyeurism. Do it or not. Don't sit on the pot).
Since then, he has been a good sport about finding other means of amusement, and seems to understand the severe necessity of TRUTH. I've been toying with lifting the sentence this weekend- you know, parole or some such crap.
In discussing this with WGD, I said (not verbatim)-

He's been so great lately, should we decide based on recent amended behavior. I mean, if I held a grudge for every time he bit my nipple...

Don't git yer panties in a bunch. I breast-fed the kid for less than two years.

I wish there were two of me sometimes...

2009-01-26T11:10:00.000-08:00

This coming up December is my dad's 75th birthday. My mom- who btw HATES parties, much less hosting them- wants to throw Dad a big old partay. My sis- who also hates to organize these types of things- and I are supposed to help.

I am feeling stress already. I know I'm being dumb and self-centered, but...
* My family is not about hosting big shindigs. My moms is lovely, organized, and practical in many ways, but party-planning? She hates to do it, therefore it goes not smoothly. She needs much hand-holding.
* I have this low-pay retail job that I desperately need. Also, I love the staff and leaving in the middle of the busy time would not be considered.... considerate.
* I am(was?) slated to do the Christmas show at my local theatre. They already told me they can't replace me; they would have to cancel "my" one-act, and maybe even the other touring one-act.

This is all, of course, nothing to my dad turning a whopping 75. 75! And if you didn't already know, my dad is the BEST. I cannot even count the ways. I absolutely know that when/where Mom decides to have what, I gotta be there. I just wish I didn't have to let down the other folk. Because it isn't just about the non-money. I really care about those folk, too- and I hate letting people down.

End of the year survey ... courtesy of Cyn and Lulu!

2009-01-01T19:37:00.000-08:00

Where did you end up being in 2008? (I don't get this question...) We're on the Olympic Peninsula, giggling and stomping in the rain.
What was your status by Valentine’s Day? Still married to a wonderful man.
Did you have to go to the hospital? No.
Did you have any encounters with the police? No, praise be!
Where did you go on vacation? Oahu, and the annual Fort Worden deal
What did you purchase that was over $500? I don't think so...
Did you know anybody who got married?Yes! My sister, and The Boy's GodFather
Did you know anybody who passed away?Yes, my beloved father-in-law, and my SIL's mom.
What sporting events did you attend? Mariners game :-)
What concerts/shows did you go to? I saw a play in Seattle, but I no longer remember it (yikes!)
Describe your birthday. It was pretty quiet, but I got gifts from my family, and my hubs made my favorite- baked chicken.
What was one thing you thought you would never do but did in 2008? have to attend a parent's funeral.
What has/have been your favorite moment(s). My sister's wedding- so beautiful! And our son's piano recital.
Any new additions to the family? Not that I know of!
What was your best month? I guess April, because I saw my sis marry her soulmate.
Who has been your best drinking buddy? My SIL Gigi. She takes good care of me!!!
Made new friends? Yes. I met some wonderful people from the theatre, and a few more from the Store
Favorite Night out? WGD and I had a romantic dinner, and then came home and watched movies
Any regrets? Not making it to Sweetpea's wedding.
What do you want to change in 2009? I'm 3rding Cyn and Lulu- be more financially stable. And the ol' weight thing. But it's more like I want to get back to a certain size.
Overall, how would you rate this year? B-
Have any life changes in 2008? I got a new job, and WGD is starting a new one, too
Change your hairstyle?No. I still have long hair. And it's getting greyer!
Get a new job? Yes, and I adore it!
Do you have a New Year’s resolution? See "what I want to change" question.
Did anything embarrassing? not anything I'd be willing to confess.
Get married or divorced? Nope.
Be honest, did you watch American Idol? No, but I was addicted to So You Think You Can Dance.
Start a new hobby? Naw, I still love to knit.
Been snowboarding? Not this gal.
Are you happy to see 2008 go? Yes, except for getting a wonderful new BIL- I hope 2009 will be easier for my poor family.
Drank starbucks in 2008? Charbucks is underappreciated in my hipp-dippy town, but I did get a gift card, so yum
Been naughty or nice? I think both. - Ditto!
What are you wishing for in 2009? Peace of mind and good health for all my family and friends. And mebbe a couple of extra pennies to rub together! ;-)

Check the hair-

2008-12-31T17:12:00.001-08:00

He better donate all that to locks of love soon! ;-)

On other notes:

The gym had it's annual Holiday party last night. However, yours truly was so exhausted, I went to bed at 7:30 pm, and was asleep before 8. I hear I missed some great pizza!

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I realized at Christmas that I am the only woman in the family who does not color her hair. I feel like a hippy. With grey hair!

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My mom single-handedly improved the evening sales for the day-after-Christmas at my store. In the words of a co-worker: that lady can shop.
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The Boy was listening to Christmas tunes with WGD, when "Baby, It's Cold Outside" came on. The Boy listened for a few measures, then-
What does this have to do with Christmas?!
WGD- Well, it's more like Winter related, like "Let It Snow".
Pause...
Boy- I still don't get it.

Louis Armstrong owes me. As does Dean Martin. Those naughty ones.

I'm the OTHER Asian lady in town...

2008-12-18T22:22:00.000-08:00

I was carefully picking my way on the icy sidewalk downtown when I heard someone shout out a name. I looked up, and saw a happy man and little girl about a block away. They were waving at someone. I continued toward my store, and they continued to call out "(We'll just call her Penny)!"

I looked behind me, but there wasn't anyone else on the street.

"Penny! PENNY! PENNY!!! "

By now I was at the doors. I called out, "Are you talking to me?"

Penny!!!!

Then I realized they mistook me for another girl who works in TGE. We are both short with black hair. Oh, also we are of the Asian clans. I don't know why it took me so long to figure it out, but I shouted,"I'm not Penny! I'll get her for you!"

"Penny?! Hey, Pennnnnnyyyyyyy!"

I told Penny Actual that there was a man outside shouting her name. She went to see what was up, and brought him back laughing merrily.

He greeted me with,"So you're a Penny impersonator, are you? Oooh, and are you Filipina? Next time my kid (the adorable cherub holding his hand) breaks something here, she should just say Tita Demondoll will take care of it. Hahahahaha!"

He totally owns me. D'ya think he and his wife cook Filipino food?

Dressed Like A Susan Boynton Story- Oops!

2008-12-08T11:38:00.000-08:00

My family came to visit me at work. I always love to see my guys :-)

Sometimes, though, I wonder what exactly they do when I'm not there. Like how do they get ready for errands?
WhiteGhostDevil was okaaay, needs a trim and a shave- but The Boy...
Shorts and white tennies in December rain.
Mismatched socks.
Sweatjacket hoodie 2 sizes too big.
And top off the ensemble, hair that looked like sticks. Not hair, but truly stuff a bird would use as the base of a nest. Sticks.

I should always have a camera ready. If for nothing else, blackmail photos when this kid tries to date ;-D

2008-11-20T14:01:00.000-08:00

It's been a while since my last post, my apologies-
Since mid-October, I knit some ( a sweater for my sis, and a hat for my nephew) did a reading, and started rehearsal for the Christmas play. Oh, and I sewed a penguin costume for my Boy!
Here he is in all his waddly glory. Halloween is almost always cold up here, so I lined the costume in quilting fabric. Made for a heavy afternoon, but The Boy said he was comfy enough.
Here we are on Water St., getting as much loot as his greedy flippers could carry. My hair looks remarkably unkempt, despite conditioner and much brushing. That's what I get for staying up all night sewing. Did I forget to mention that I started the penguin get-up the night before? I like all-nighters (get yer mind outta the gutter).
In my defense, I didn't know about The Boy's desire to be a penguin. I thought he wanted to be a monkey. We talked about how little time there was, and The Boy was so sweet about it all, that it broke my heart. Anyway, I couldn't resist the challenge, and I think he liked his surprise.

I told him to waddle, but instead he's trying to do the splits. Or lay an egg.

After the parade and store haunts, we admired a friend's Haunted House decor, and then The Boy and his next-door neighbor (adorable as Dorothy) went TTing around our neighborhood. While the grown-ups ate stew to warm back up, the looters divvied up their stores evenly and with much civility. Who says little ghouls don't have manners???

a hole left in our hearts

2008-10-29T18:50:00.000-07:00

My father-in-law passed away two weeks ago.

Mr.Mayor had a laundry list of serious ailments for years. He had so many emergency calls to his home, the medics once went to his address by accident instead of the house next-door. Yet through the illness, Mr.Mayor managed to come to all the family functions. He brought humor with him wherever he went. He had a cache of corny jokes and sentimental songs from waaay before he was born. Mr.Mayor played games with The Boy, told him stories, and held The Boy on his lap even when he was too weak to get up by himself.

The last several weeks have been both lovely and awful. Wonderful because WGD's family came together tightly to ease Mr.Mayor's pain and discomfort. They took turns caring for him during the nights, and kept each other company. Mr. Mayor still had flashes of sharp wit and humor. It was awful because the vibrant, charismatic man I'd gotten to know and love had become disoriented and agitated with pain. I hated seeing the toll on Mr. Mayor and his family. No one slept because we were all waiting for something we didn't want.

The funeral was beautiful. People from all over the area came to pay their respects to the man who had touched their lives. I wasn't surprised by the crowd. He was (and is) beloved by many because he was generous with his heart. He and my mother-in-law filled their world with love and kindness.

Anyway.

I guess we try to go back to our normal lives, but nothing is the same. My folks came up, took great care of us, and went home. The Boy is getting regular amounts of sleep, but it's more difficult WGD and myself. No one in our little home has broken down, I guess that's not the way my guys are. Not that day, not at the funeral, not after. Even I, known for histrionics, haven't really.

Mostly, I just feel lost. This post isn't at all as cathartic as I hoped, or expressive. I may even delete soon. I wanted my three readers to know what I've been up to, is all.

Geography Boy Just Likes the the Sounds

2008-10-10T10:03:00.000-07:00

The Boy and I were discussing Disneyland in all its incarnations, and he didn't understand why Disneyland London hasn't happened. I said perhaps real-estate was too dear for a large park like Disneyland. He countered with D-Paris, but I explained that the "Paris" park was out of city limits.

Then The Boy mused about other possible D-Lands-

Disneyland Moscow

Disneyland Bangkok

Disneyland Copenhagen

Disneyland Perth

And my fave-

Disneyland Mumbai. Because I can just see how that wouldn't fly :-)

Recipes/Patterns

2008-10-03T22:11:00.000-07:00

You know how sometimes people post free patterns of something or a recipe of some yummy treat? Where the picture is so appetizing/alluring you dream about making it yourself?

And then you commit time and energy to this wonder, and it tastes like shit on a stick/is a horror to behold because the counts-measurements are wonky? Even though you followed the directions faithfully?

I hate those folk. Just keep your glorious creation a secret, for goodness' sake. Don't bamboozle the gullible!

So speaketh I- a gullible perfectionist who really would pay for the proper directions. Ya meanies.

*Now I'm going back to the fvcking collar of my sweater.

WGD called me a Shameless Hussy

2008-09-08T12:14:00.000-07:00

We went to a cook-out, and I espied a man of the male-bonding persuasion. I made a bee-line, and snuggled up to him for most of the eve. I giggled, made eyes, asked about his husband, and pretty much ignored my own husband and our progeny. My girlfriend, to whom this particular male-bonder already "belongs", gave me a warning look or two... but to no avail. The Fabulous Ones are rare in these parts, and she's going to have to share.

Overhearing the RNC

2008-09-04T18:47:00.000-07:00

Cindy McCain just referred to Sarah Palin as a pistol-packing mama...

I don't know that I want another gun-toting VP. This last one shot his friend in the face.

House of Boyz

2008-09-03T21:13:00.001-07:00

I went to pick up my Boy after school. He asked if his cousin, Mr. Big could come over. Mr. Big then asked if another school friend could also stop by.

3 boys can make a lot of noise outside. I suppose they are even louder inside, but I wouldn't allow them in. Heard from Yours Truly-
It's sunny, play out there!
Yes, you can have snack.
Yes, I'll find a way to get the rocket off the roof.
No, you may not come in yet. How are you getting home, anyway?
Who's backpack is this, and why is it under the spigot?
Yes, WGD can get the rocket from the neighbor's yard. Please shoot them straight up or toward our front yard.
No, I haven't gotten it from the roof.
Careful with that bamboo stick. Well, yes, that's why.
Oh, all right. Come in. Wait, is that your mom's/dad's car? Well, thank you for coming!!

I'm going to bed.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

2008-09-03T07:11:00.000-07:00

The Boy is in public school!

His much-lauded uncle teaches a multi-age class locally, and we finagled a spot in class for our guy. We brought him in, got him settled, said our goodbyes, and left The Boy to it. Oh, and The Boy? Didn't much notice my exit. He seems pretty happy, so there he goes for the next 3 years!

Me? I miss him. I liked home-schooling. But WGD says it's time to let The Boy try it out, especially in the safety of his uncle's class. So what am I doing with my time?

I still do a trade with the gym, and I just started working at a downtown store. I love them both. The gym has always been swell, and it's a great group of folk. The boutique is a delight! I love going in for my little shifts, and touching all the items I never knew existed but desperately need now;-) The added nickels and pennies are nice, too.

I'll write more updates about our misadventures in milk money later, gotta go to the gym!

Our Boy

2008-08-25T13:58:00.000-07:00

Eight short years ago at exactly 1:58 pm, our son made his way into the world. 21", 7.7 lbs., black hair, brown eyes. Full head of hair, teensy body and enormous head- our Boy had a sweet (I know it was gas, but I don't care) smile complete with dimple. One eye squinted more than the other. He was just about the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

He still is.

Happy Birthday, Bubby!

Foodies of the World, Join In

2008-08-20T23:03:00.000-07:00

Yonder at Momo is a meme about food! Mmm, food... She mentioned the State Fair, which here in WA is upstaged by the Puyallup Fair.

BTW- I notice beignets are on this list, but not fried Snicker Bars ;-)

Here’s what you do-
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk/ linking to your results.

The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:
1. Venison
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
5. Crocodile
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue
8. Carp
9. Borscht
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari
12. Pho
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper (only cooked)
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar (cigars are disgusting)
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
46. Fugu
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
52. Umeboshi
53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
59. Poutine
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads
63. Kaolin
64. Currywurst
65. Durian
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost
75. Roadkill
76. Baijiu
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snail
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash
88. Flowers
89. Horse
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee (I haven't had this, I can't unbold)
100. Snake

name calling

2008-08-19T09:16:00.000-07:00

Growing up, I disliked my common nickname. It never felt like me. Very few people even use it now, I don't answer unless we have a long history- it doesn't register. Actually my given name doean't always feel like me either- it means "consolation" and I can be woefully lacking in the comfort skills. It's also pretty formal, so I've tried other shortened/more informal versions, but most didn't stick. Out of default I answer to something that sounds like a debate of issues.

Our family has been following the Olympics on the telly. One of my favorite events is gymnastics, which has been following a youngun named Anastasia "Nastia" Liukin(. I thought to myself- now, that's a name that makes a statement. I likey! Alas, The Boy doesn't want me to change my moniker to Nastia, as I am not Russian. There is a runner named Lori "Lolo" Jones, whom I also admire.
In the past I'd been fond of trying different versions of Lo, but I'm alone in thinking of the applicability to moi. And to add insult to injury, Lulu and Lola are perfect screennames for my sister and girlypal. If I were to go it again, we'd be a trifecta of "L"!

D-Doll remains, I suppose... funny how readily- nay, happily folk have picked it up.

The Time WGD forgot His Audience

2008-08-17T08:20:00.000-07:00

Last night, we went to a going-away party for a young friend who is off to NYC. It was a lovely affair, lots of yummy food, great music, and wonderful friends.

Marsh was telling a pretty funny story, when he lost himself (and his small audience of 5). He referred to the Borg. As in Star Trek. To friends who are. not. trekkies. Me- I got it, but I was alone, both in my comprehension and in my glee at WGD trying to save the joke. How I love my Star Trekkie!

Resistance is futile... live long and prosper ;-)

Overheard at Chez Bitter

2008-08-05T18:14:00.000-07:00

We had a small children's book that started out, *It's a hot day, and Horse is feeling thirsty...* and goes on about how the horse finds the drinking pond and such. On the few days it gets warmesque here, we like to quote the sentence...

The other day, The Boy was squawking about computer time, and how little he gets. For his whining, WGD said The Boy should sleep a little longer (and shut up).

The Boy- I can't I'm hot.

WGD- ...And Horse is feeling thirsty!

The Boy- No. Horse is angry at his father, because his father won't let him play computer.

Honestly, I don't know where the child gets his 'tude ;-)

Zoo Doo=Awesome!

2008-07-28T14:18:00.000-07:00

The local large zoo occasionally gives out free manure- it ~especially the elephant waste~ is apparently excellent fertilizer for the garden. You sign up, let them know how much you need, and away it goes!

I've been trying to convince WGD to participate, mostly because I love the name Fecal Fest. It's all kinds of wrong, and I want me some elephant or hippo poop. Hippoop! My hydrangeas would be gorgeous.

Anyway, I was pleading my case- again- when The Boy piped in.

Does it come in bags?

Nope.

You have to use a shovel?

Yep.

Awesome! 2 thumbs up entertainment!!!

I love my kid!

15 year hook-up?! Woot!

2008-07-19T12:53:00.000-07:00

So, WGD and I started pretty casually. Nothing serious, just for fun and giggles, right?
Yesterday marked 15 years of happy, giggly, fun dating and marriage and baby *and WGD likes to add, mortgage!

We both forgot the date, July 18. Yikes! Thank goodness we still have the wedding anniversary to ~~forget~~ remember...

But all is good, because I remembered 1st. Sulking rights are all mine!
WGD, I love you xoxoxo

Oh, Deer. Yes, Dear!

2008-07-13T21:31:00.000-07:00

Last night WGD and I had separate social obligations *actually, I was meant to be at both, but committed to one before the other. So popular! I went to a girls' night at the theatre, and WGD set our tent up for a camp-out at BIL's house on the water.

In my absence, a mighty strange thing happened while they were sitting around the campground fire pit. WGD felt a presence behind him- he says it sounded like someone was rushing to surprise him. He turned around to find a young deer within arms reach! He screamed like a girl and exclaimed Holy Jeebus! The fawn ran off whence it came. Gigi and Kitty didn't really see deer, but merrily shouted and laughed at WGD's expense. Our child stood close by without any reaction to the deer, the screech, or the raucous laughter.

What made it even better? WGD asked the Boy if he had seen the deer next to Daddy's head.

Response- Yes, but I'm still thirsty.

Now, was the deer about to attack? Or, as I suspect, it thought it saw its parent? WGD's hair is very soft and all. Hee!

*edited for clarity- WGD and crew were sitting:-)

Well, as long as it doesn't end like the original..

2008-07-08T10:51:00.000-07:00

The Boy came up to me, gave me several emphatic kisses. Turned to his father, pointed, and said-

No infinity kisses from him! No infinity hugs, either.

WGD just shook his head at the clear disdain. Me, I like the kisses and hugs and all, but I feel some trepidation for Moody's future wife. Methinks he's somewhat possessive?

Would YOU dare say it to YOUR mom?

2008-07-03T15:43:00.000-07:00

So my sister wants me to tell my mama- and I quote,

What is up? Lulu says you're going bat-sh*t blind.

Lulu dares me. And I'm afraid.

Mmmm, Warm Weather

2008-06-29T19:00:00.000-07:00

It's in the upper 80's today! We girls went to Marysville on a outlet mall expedition for Gigi's birthday :-) Glama brought her newborn, and we took turns cooing over Baby while combing over the fabulous sales. I hit a couple of my sis' and mom's favorite stores and sniffed purty smells. I was a very good girl, as I didn't need anything, I window shopped only- no splurging* . What a gorgeous day!

*except for coffee, and that's more a necessity.

Our 1st BEACH Day Of The Summer!

2008-06-24T21:04:00.001-07:00

The Boy had a great idea for what to do after his dentist appointment- howzabout the beach, Mama?
Well, heck yeah!
We packed some sandwiches, snacks, and drinking water, and headed to The Boy's happy place. We dug moats. We dug jumping ponds. We made sand towers. We remade acquaintances, and shared beach toys. I even got to read a few pages of a new book. A darn good afternoon!

Strange but Funny Sightings

2008-06-23T19:35:00.001-07:00

UFO(Unexpected, Funny Occurrence)1-
I looked out the window into the backyard. The Boy and one of his fave playmates, Scout, were climbing along the back fence. Scout was wearing dog ears and a tail over clothes.
The Boy? For protection against our evergreens, he wore his bicycle helmet over his swim goggles.
UFO2-
Our neighbors who are building what appears to be a Sleepy8 across the street installed beautiful bead board under the roof. One of the only pretty things about the lodge. Today WGD noticed that the painters had painted over the wood. We pondered the whys/wherefores culminating in Do you think the painters f*cked up?
Just then , the ooky neighbor came around his ~~motel~~house- we giggled inappropriately and skedaddled into our home. (Have I mentioned our domicile is an unattractive pink?)

withdrawal symptoms after closing a show

2008-06-18T14:17:00.000-07:00

1. Wandering about the house aimlessly.
2. Haunting the theatre 2 nights straight for other events.
3. Whining about minor aches and pains from the show- even though it closed 4 days ago.
4. Staring at pix of The Boy in his costume.

I am so pathetic. I'm a theatre junkie.

My sister, she is wise

2008-06-15T22:13:00.000-07:00

Today is Father's Day, and I must acknowledge the joy that is my husband and his fatherly ways!

Also, I am reminded how blessings are with us whether or not we notice- but isn't it so much better when we do? 5 of my small (and not so small) blessings-
1. My BIL Dr. GasNoMore helped me secure my aching pinkie.
2. My nephew Mr. Big still takes time to show me his treasures.
3. I have a new book to read.
4. I have access to talented artists who think I have some talent, too.
5. My husband- and the marvelous father of my baby- laughs at my antics.

Hoping you are having a glorious June 15...

How can this be

2008-06-13T15:48:00.000-07:00

that a jury found R. Kelly innocent?

Also, more importantly- Tim Russert passed away at 58? R.I.P, Mr. Russert.

Junuary

2008-06-06T12:08:00.000-07:00

That's no typo up there. You know how California has June Gloom- overcast in the morning and then patches of afternoon sun if you're having a lucky day?

Here in the midday NW, it is currently 52 degrees. And raining. The other night I was wearing a knit cap, and grateful for the warmth. WGD is still friends with his flannel-lined jeans. Gas furnace is still going strong, and we've yet to make anything resembling suntea. This is what it was like the last 3 summers we've spent here, and like those previous seasons- I expect summer to truly begin around...

July 17.

Until then, cozy comfy in our extra layers? Oh, yeah :-)

Happy Birthday, Hubs!

2008-05-29T14:37:00.001-07:00

I love you.

Reviews

2008-05-28T17:31:00.001-07:00

The play in which The Boy and I are performing got reviewed. Check them out if you like-
Kitsap Sun- Michael C. Moore
PT Leader- Kathie Meyer
PT Leader- (Citizen Journalist)Steve Treacy

I still have no pic of The Boy in his mask, but hopefully this weekend. I'm so happy people are enjoying Monkeys... , it's been a wonderful experience for me. I hope folk aren't put off by monkeys grooming them, I'm told I can be an aggressive nit-picker. Hahaha!

Another Opening- Another Show (ookook)

2008-05-24T11:22:00.000-07:00

We opened our play last night :-)

This is a promo shot from the local newspaper , it's of us in humanoid masks- I'm sort of center. (The Boy and the other small monkey don't play humans, so hopefully I'll get another shot with them included)

The Monkeys of Plangon Hill is getting good responses, and The Boy seems to enjoy being on stage with his mama. I know I'm having fun with him! The rest of the cast is fantastic, I love them xoxoxo

Here's to a fun and successful run!

The Awesomeness of Hand-Me-Downs

2008-05-15T14:06:00.000-07:00

In this case- LibertyAngel's. LibertyAngel is a long-time friend from LA. We met through our husbands, frat-bros and all that. She is a multi-talented domestic goddess, our LibertyAngel. She's a chef and an excellent baker, sews the decorative accents for her gorgeous home, scrap-books, and---- you name it, she can do it. All without bragging.

The reason I don't hate this paragon (in fact, I adore her), is that LibertyAngel is just a sweetie-pie who loves to spend time with family and friends and works hard to make people happy. She's game to do about anything, and you bet to make sure we all have a great time!

Did I mention she shops? I mean in the good way- LibertyAngel does research for deals and bargains on high quality stuff. She works part-time at a childrens' clothing store, so she can keep her boys stylin'. She doesn't waste time or money on crud, this chick is a frugal fashionist! Annnnnnd, because she has a son older than The Boy, sometimes she passes stuff down. Squeee!

Which brings me to this week. The mail-lady knocked on our door, bearing some substantial boxes. I knew some clothes might be coming, but oooh Lordy! This was like Christmas!
LibertyAngel must wash everything in delicate and hang them outside, cuz this stuff was in excellent condition. Trousers. Longsleeve shirts. Shorts. Shortsleeve tees. Pajamas. Jackets, vests and sweaters. My Boy is set for at least the next 2 years, no matter the season!

Now.... what to do for thank you gift? Hand-knit hats, gloves and mittens are out, as they live in scortchymc'hothotland. Knit the socks I promised last year? GC for a restaurant? Hmmmm....

Sharing (the Stage) Is Nice

2008-05-12T14:10:00.001-07:00

I'm rehearsing a play, The Monkeys of Plangon Hill. It's set in Indonesia, and I get to be- among other (human) characters- a monkey! We've all been doing a lot of research on toque macaques and other simians, and it's been great fun :-)
The director decided to include a few children to the monkey troupe, and asked if The Boy was interested. At first Boy only wanted to participate if there were Banyan vines, but then figured why not? It's a chance to be an animal for a couple of scenes with his mama...

who had previously adhered to a policy of not acting with animals or children. I like attention my ownself.

Hmmm. I don't think we have any fear of me turning into a stage mom.

a Ring is only a symbol, but still

2008-05-02T13:15:00.001-07:00

I lost my wedding ring last week.

It's truly my engagement ring, but my wedding ring has almost always been too big, so I've worn the engagement ring. I love it. We got it blessed when we renewed our vows. I don't wear much jewelry, in fact I think I've only worn two pieces consistently since The Boy's birth- my engagement/wedding ring and the pearls WGD gave me.

When we were in Hawaii, I developed eczema on my left hand. Also, my hands swelled up a little on the flight home, so my ring finger was getting chafed. I debated putting it in a case, but WGD and I thought wearing it on a chain would be better.

The chain broke during a field trip. I didn't notice until much later in the day. I retraced my steps and left my name and number with the three places we visited. No luck yet.

I was pretty calm about it until I got home, but it's been pretty rough since. My finger feels naked. I know with everything else that is going on in our lives- and in the world- this is a small thing to obsess over. But I've been wearing it for nearly ten years, and I really miss it.

Hawaii, Pt. 2

2008-04-28T09:40:00.001-07:00

Sorry about the lag time. Some stuff happened in the last week. More on that in a later post.

After the wedding, we said good-bye to beautiful North Shore, and drove along the windward coast of Oahu on our way to Waikiki. They aren't joking about the rain. It's a little like being in Forks. Lots of gorgeous coast, lots of trees, much moisture in the air. So gorgeous!
Once in Waikiki, Mom and Dad sponsored all of us to stay at the Hale Koa with them. Hale Koa is a military hotel/resort that is right on Waikiki Beach's waterfront. If you think that since it's military it might also be spartan, think again :-) It's really nice! The only problem is they were doing extensive renovations, so noise was our daytime hotel companion.
Next day, we wandered through the Tantalus Loop, then went past Diamond Head to see the surfers get pounded at Sandy Beach. I tried to get my folks to roll around like Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr, but they refused. Something about shaddup and I'm still your mother.
We also saw the Blow Hole from a distance. A local told us that Blow Hole is grated over because "a mainlander went and got himself stuck in the hole." We kept mum about our mainlander-ness, but our guide book probably gave us away. We hooked up with Lulu and her HUSBAND(!), played around the pool, then got ready for dinner with the clan.
We are a loud family.
After dinner, WGD took The Boy upstairs and a small group of cousins went for a moonlight stroll along the beach. It reminded me of SoCal, but somehow more glamourous- mebbe because I can recall the days of Venice Beach bathrooms with no stalls*shudder*. We passed the hotel where one cuz was staying, so she broke off; and the rest of us made our leisurely way back. It was a beautiful way to end the evening.
Next day we planned to go to Pearl Harbor, but the Ariz and Mighty MO tour package sold out. To console ourselves we did laundry and hung out by the pool. Lulu and her HUSBAND (!) went to the beach. We went to dinner at Roy's. I'm not sure I've been so pampered during a meal. Oh, wait- T's waitress rubs my back. Ok, Roy's comes close! We walked back and relaxed in the rooms. Our hotel rooms faced The Hilton Hawaiian Village next door, so we had a fab view of their Friday night fireworks- sweet!
Next morning was all about getting home. I woke up at 4 to get the parents to the airport, Lulu and my BROTHERINLAW(!) also had an early-ish flight. I then got back to the hotel and packed while WGD and The Boy got some last minute water time. We stopped by the local Costco to fill up on petrol before returning the car. Saturday+Costco=crowded. Saturday+Costco+Honolulu=yowza.
WGD had separate flight plans, so once at the airport I was again on Boy watch. I wish someone had been on D-Doll watch, because my name got called at the gate-
Demondoll, please come to the courtesy counter. I had forgotten my driver's license at security. Very far from my gate- which was boarding in 10 minutes. Oh, the running. A very sweaty D-Doll finally made in time to board, and the Boy and I enjoyed an uneventful flight home.

Oh, and it snowed here while we were gone.... brrr! Back to thermals and gloves for us :-)

Addendum! Adventures in Food
We always try to experience local food- we're brave like that ;-)
Here are a few of the yumyums-
Brunch at the Terrace
Oh, the joy of local fruit! Mango, papaya, pineapple, guava...
Giovanni's Aloha Shrimp Wagon
The garlic shrimp and rice platter was great! Not so lovely for grandparents- no sink to wash up. Me, I'm kinda gritty, so I didn't mind. Also nice, the smoothies with locally grown mango and pineapple.
Musabi
Spam and rice wrapped up in nori. I liked, but the one I tasted was packed with oodles of rice. Sister tells me it's usually a little daintier.
South Shore Grill
We had burgers here. I know, I know- but my folks wanted comfort, and who am I to tell them no? It was good eats, despite the lack of potty. Do you see a trend?
Shave Ice
I don't understand the appeal. It's an Icee. Gimme ice cream or sorbet any day.
Malasada
Ohhhhh, malasada. I got only a bite of one, and I am still obsessing. Malasadaaaaaaaas....
Roy's
Spicy edamame, which was great. Butterfish=mmm. My shrimp over risotto=double mmm. Say, why did The Boy order salmon?! Pineapple ice cream, so nice.

Malasadas! I need me some Portuguese doughnuts. There's a place in Tukwila, I may have to beg WGD to take pity on me.

Hawaii- Ahhhh.... Pt.1

2008-04-21T10:29:00.000-07:00

Oahu!!!!!!!

My gorgeous and delightful sister got married on the north shore of Oahu last week, and I am still giddy. Lemme tell ya a little about our week in paradise...

Arrived in Honolulu via Hawaiin Airlines. Hawaiin Airlines is swell! I had The Boy, as WGD had a seperate flight later in the day. We read about North Shore/Turtle Bay and Waikiki in particular. We arrived mid-day, met up with Nana and Papa, collected our rental car, and off we went!
Turtle Bay Resort is about an hour from the airport if there is no traffic- on the way we saw surfers making the most of the spring surf. TBR is fantastic! The staff is so friendly and efficient. The grounds are beautiful. And it seems like every room has a glorious ocean view! We opened our sliding door and just basked in the warm breeze off the water. This was a big change from snowy, icy, haily PacificNorthWest.
Sister and Jon hosted a welcome breakfast on Tuesday to let everyone get acquainted. Mmmm, buffet. I gorged on papaya and mango, like a proper tourist. I got to meet the Lulu MIL and the rest of Jon's immediate family. That's a nice looking clan! I also got to catch up with some of my crazy fun family.
Afterward, Lulu's best buds guided the wedding party thru our paces outside the wedding chapel *TBR charges a crazy fee to practice, so many folk just rehearse on the nearby lawn or in front of the glass doors. Some of our extended family thought it a durn shame the ceremony would not be inside the crystal chapel. We had to explain more than once that indeed the wedding would take place within. I privately pondered the fit of my dress, and lamented the enormous breakfast. I also felt karma biting me~ I once told WGD that his formal wear better fit for his sis' wedding, come hell or man-girdle. Now it may be my turn to breath out and squeeze!
We all relaxed as much one can before a huge event, lounging by the pool, going to a shrimp shack, stopping at fruit stands. Oh, yes, and admiring the endless eauty of the ocean. The Boy found the water slide and lost his ever loving mind. I went to bed a little early to get ready for the 7:10 hair/make-up call.
Dorys Foltin is a hair goddess. I showed up dressed and ready* the dress fit perfectly! No girdle! for hair wonder, and she does not disappoint. She gave me a lovely 'do, and made it last even with the strong ocean breezes. I did my make-up, then my mama's make-up and hair. I did a pretty good job, if I may say. My mom is pretty. Lulu picked such a pretty dress for me, I almost feel guilty for making her wear the funky dresses at my weddings. Almost.
Then I saw Lulu after her gussying, and thought I might faint. She.was.so.BEAUTIFUL. The photogs took all sorts of pix of her before we headed down for family pictures. So many pictures!

I'll let y'all wait to hear from Lulu the details about the Ceremony. I'll just say that it was just like Lulu and Jon- to the point, funny, and heart-felt beauty. Perfect. I cried like baby, and envied those with hankies and kleenex.
More pictures. Lots more.
Reception-
glorious food from Ola. And I mean yum. We fell upon our dishes like castaways, and clinked out glasses to make the Newlyweds kiss. I gave a speech, and forgot to mention how the Aduviso girls have long courtships and how my sis and her groom have lots in common- work-ethic, high standards and morals, are crazy dog people. The Best man brought the house down with his hilarious speech. We took turns at the videographer's station and wished the lovely couple all the best. Then it was time to drive to Waikiki and begin the post wedding relaxation tour!

You may have noticed the lack of pix from your's truly. Alas, my camera died not long ago, and I haven't had a chance to replace it yet. I need to get my film (?!) developed and then it's on.

springsprangsprung

2008-03-27T20:40:00.001-07:00

Well, herro!

We at House of Maligned Spirits are gearing up for the Big Day aka Lulu's Wedding, and I for one am super excited! WGD- also stoked. The Boy? Well, he acknowledges we're going on a trip.

It's been a while, mostly because I've been too lazy to write about anything- sorry. Lots of stuff happened, to recap:

The play I was in closed last weekend. It was super fun, and I loved it. In fact I loved the writing enough that I'm going to contact some folk I still know in LA to see about getting it done there.
I'm set to due the next play wt the Paradise, another original work. I's gonna be a monkey! And I get to dance Butoh/Indonesian! Mask work! Perhaps even a little monkey-shine action!
Easter was delightful, even though I didn't get to see Lulu , my folks or my brother. WGD's sis hosted, and ah! The food! A happy resurrection, indeed!
The weather continues to confound. We planted corn, squash and pumpkin in our vegetable garden. If this week's frost didn't kill the little seedlings, today's hail assuredly did.
The Boy is at a swimming impasse. He is capable of passing level 3, but level 4 scares him, so he failed the test. On purpose. We had a heart-to-heart about it, and he knows he only cheats himself when he doesn't give his best effort. It's been a long time since he tried level 4, and I know if he just goes for it, he will be fine. If for any reason he feels incapable AFTER a lesson or two, we'll reevaluate.
On a more serious note, my FIL is back in the hospital. He's a trouper, but his system is going through h3ll right now. If you could please say a prayer/send white thoughts/whatever it is that feeds your spirituality, it would mean a lot to me.

Stalking Hawking

2008-03-18T15:24:00.000-07:00

The Boy and I went to the Seattle Aquarium last week with our field trip group. We wandered about, each small group doing their own thing before joining up for the group activity. When I got to the other moms, I found them all twitter-pated-

Stephen Hawking is here!

Really? No sh*t?

Yes! His wheelchair just went that way!

Nobody geeks like a home-school mom.

We finished the group study, and spent some more time studying exhibits. I was near the puffins, when one of the moms ran up to me-
Come on, he's over by the sea otters! I hauled ass, of course.

There he was, the finest mind of our present day. I felt myself get a little giddy. Was he going to expound through his mechanical voice some wondrous theory? and could I become more intelligent through osmosis? What was he thinking, besides Crazy Lady, you're in my view of the otters?
Alas, his small entourage was brooking no nonsense from us. I realized they needed space and left them alone.

But, get this- I saw Stephen Hawking!!!!!!!!!

If I post tomorrow, you'll know he is forgiving

2008-03-06T10:54:00.000-08:00

Background: Many moons ago, WGD and I had a joke about bossiness. I called myself The Almighty Everlasting Yet Benelovent Boss- which I suppose is funny only if you consider my husband is two of me. I thought it great fun to tackle him and "make" him say my title. He tolerated me.

In today's paper there is an article about dads who help out at home. The accompanying photo is a dad reading to his progeny. On the newsprint showed a wee smudge on the daddy's face.

WGD asked, Hm, what's that on his forehead?

I replied, It must be from his wife's thumb.

Woot!Wootwootwooot!

Diss'd at the Doc's

2008-03-03T16:20:00.000-08:00

The Boy has a cough. A really persistant one, at that. I took him to the doctor again, just to make sure it isn't pneumonia or some other horrid thing.

The doctor checked his lungs, and his ENT- and all is ok... except what is the coughing about, then?

Well, Ms. D-Doll, his allergies are probably the culprit. You may need to do a very thorough dusting and vacuuming.

huwha?

Also, have you noticed that The Boy has lost 2 1/2 lbs in the last month?
Well, yes. My husband is out of town, and I'm not as good a cook.

The Boy pipes in, And Daddy's portions are bigger!

So not only am I a lousy housekeeper, I'm starving my child with small portions of bad food.

I'se be famous!

2008-02-27T17:22:00.000-08:00

Ok, not really.
I have, however, been either mentioned or had my photo in the local yokel paper at least once monthly since November. This time I'm doing my best Minnie M with a gun impersonation for a Banks of the Marianne promo- which btw opens tomorrow night!!!! Oh, and here's the link
to the news story.

See what I mean? Minnie's got a gun....

My mama would be so proud, she can operate a butterfly knife and loves herself some Minnie;-) I wanted a butterfly knife for the show, but rumor has it they're illegal.

Tech Week

2008-02-24T11:08:00.000-08:00

It begins today-
Today we work for the first time with lights, sound effects. We've been using most costume and prop pieces. The first half of today's rehearsal is stricly for the crew. Acors are essentially cattle- "Move a little to the right, please""Hold, please... go back to Where she can buy a boy""You are out of the light (again). Please feel for heat on your face(doofus)". It's good for the actors, In my opinion. We're all so self-absorbed, it's important to remember other people put a production together.
Dinner break. I'm always tormented about what to bring. What if they hate it? What if I run out? What if it makes someone ill? I'm playing safe today- bringing salad...

How to Make a Mobius Strip

2008-02-18T18:37:00.000-08:00

Purchase yarn for Sister's sweater.
Cast on 248 stitches.
Carefully check 2x to ensure the stitches are not twisted, join on circular needles.
Begin double-seed stitch pattern.
In middle of row 3, discover mistake in the middle of row 2. Unknit 372 stitches- back to mistake.
Curse.
After correction, resume pattern.
Continue pattern for 11 rows. *I originally thought 7 rows-miscounted even there. 2728 stitches thus far...
Check work. Discover the twist in the join.
Mobius! A scientific marvel, a knitting disaster.
Curse.
Rip back to the very beginning.
Curse.
Unsnarl the tangled yarn.
Curse.
Begin again.

You May Only Call Mama a Hypocrite If You Can Spell It.

2008-02-15T12:05:00.000-08:00

I don't let The Boy play with pretend guns, or knives or the like. If I catch him playing "destructo" too often I try to divert him. I know he's attracted to weapons- but WGD and I agreed to encourage constructive playtime.

Well, haha! In this latest play, I'm on a special ops team, The Jedburgh Seven. I get to do stage combat drills and play with guns. That's right- guns. Like John Woo, but shorter and squatter and girly(me, not the guns- the guns are substantial). Not only that, we made video of the "tv show" opening sequence with me escaping bondage and playing spy all over old fort bunkers. How do I 'splain this to the kid? I don't. Since it's an adult themed show, he isn't coming to view any of it.

Makes one wonder what our folks were up to, hm? Or not.

New Boom Boom Today

2008-02-15T08:55:00.000-08:00

I guess old water heaters aren't repaired, they're replaced. We got the sad news to the tune of $800- ouch! A plus note= the top of the dryer is clear for the first time in months.

AlohaMan is coming today to install our new, happy, make-hot-water heater. Thank goodness! I showered at the gym yesterday, but WGD made do with a "camping shower". The neighbors must have heard the freezy yelps a block away.

WTF, CNN?

2008-02-13T23:45:00.001-08:00

One of my favorite bloggers was canned by CNN yesterday. He was fired because of the content of his blog, for which he didn't get clearance.
You know what? CNN is wrong. It seems to me that they are afraid of being associated with anything that might criticize the all-mighty station and it's approved views. This guy is brilliant. I don't always agree with him, but he's thought-provoking, funny, and knows his shit. Which is why CNN is stupid to push him out the door.

Disaster Averted in the Boiler Room. I think.

2008-02-13T22:43:00.000-08:00

While I was at work, our water heater made a Boom! noise and WGD went downstairs to find water a'spewing all over the laundry room. He- being a smart feller- turned it off at the intake and the circuit breaker. Then he mopped up a heck of a lot of water. There was still more to do when I got home. We called our friends for a referral to a decent (read:honest) plumber who would be reasonable (read:please Lord, cheap). He of Aloha comes tomorrow to assess Old BoomBoom. I'll update the four of you then!

I guess this is a good time to acually put the clean linens and things that have been piled up on top of the washer and dryer.

Yesh, we CAN haz Caucus

2008-02-09T15:24:00.000-08:00

I went to my caucus today! Although I have always been a contientious voter, I have never belonged to either of the two major parties. This is an interesting development for me. My experience with the Donkeys-

12:20- The urge to succumb to my "power week" headache is strong, but I make myself git on over to the middle school.
It did indeed look like this, but with many more hippie beards, knit hats, and clogs. Yes, on the men, too. I kid, I kid!

12:45- sign in. They give me a sticker with my candidate choice. No buttons? Also, I recognize nobody from my precinct. Who are all these people? (No one is wearing ears like "Bottom" in A Midsummer Night's Dream. I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.)
12:50- bored and lonely. Look for cell phone, realize it is still in the car. Leave building to retrieve it.
12:51- the parking lot is pretty full now. I call WGD who wants not to gossip with me.
12:58- they've run out of Obama stickers. I see there are still little piles of Hillary stickers. Where be the buttons?
1:05- this being the 'docks, people are still trickling in. The Stranger frowns upon tardiness at caucus, but alas, my area is all about the late.
1:15- Announcements, and admonitions to please settle down and SIGN-IN for goodness sake. I desperately look for anyone I know. I hover near a biker Vietnam vet and his wife. They seem nice, though like everyone else they wonder when the deal will begin. Is it usually this disorganized?
1:20- the lady in charge says we must begin the first count. Anyone want to speak for their candidate of choice? Please keep it to one minute or less.
1:21- 1:45- some remarkably uninspiring pleas for both Obama and Clinton. And a protest from one small lady that we stop referring to Sen. Clinton as Hillary. I understand her point, but it is roundly ignored. She scowls for the rest of the caucus meeting. The speeches grow progressively longer and rambly.
1:50- my precinct is still tallying! We are the last to bring numbers in. My head is throbbing.
2:05- we now must give time for anyone who wishes to change their vote. Some people in our precinct do so, and we must retally to get our proportion of delegates. Oh, my God. Are the Republicans this chaotic? The Libertarians I don't think even have meetings, I certainly never went.
2:27- apparently we need more Math WASL testing. Still tallying the second vote. Also, they want volunteers for canvassing. Only if I get a pair of donkey ears, man.
2:30- the lady in charge realizes she has not submitted her own vote. Hee! Except, wait. Of course. She's in our precinct. Doh! adjust tally.
2:35- we need to vote on delegates and alternates. Everyone selected must attend the county convention in April. The nausea is starting to take over. I hope we are finished so I can go home and sleep.
2:49- I'm an alternate(how did this happen?)! I sign the sheet, get my card and try to drive home without vomitting from the pain.

So not only have I declared myself a Democrat for the first time in my 20+ years of voting, I am now a neighborhood leader, and an alternate delegate? In the words of WGD, I haz drunk teh punch. And I didn't even get ears.

bodily funktions

2008-02-06T22:37:00.000-08:00

Item 1:
The Boy forgets to close the door when he is doing "standing only" business. Don't make me say it, you know what I mean. Anyway, he was in the WC, watering, and he asked me something. I responded. I heard him stop mid-flow and ask me to repeat myself. I did so, all the while envying his still-strong kegels. Ah, to be 7 years old.

Item 2:
WGD was in our bathroom, brushing his teeth. He came out and said, I'm going to show you how much I love you.
He left our bedroom, went into The Boy's bathroom, and closed the door.
I heard a loud brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrapppppppppppp, and thought Wow he is still such a gentleman to do that away from me. I love him so!
He returned with two rolls of toilet paper, and said See?
DD: You are so nice! Thank you for doing that in there!
WGD: Huwha?
DD: The noise?
WGD: I was moving the little footstool. I was getting t.p. so you wouldn't run out...

You thought that was my arse?!

My bad. But in my defense I was going by my history with him.

Who is Him? Him is cute.

2008-02-01T19:35:00.000-08:00

I think I did this a long time ago, but I fergit. I took this survey from Sister, who took it from...

WHAT IS HIS NAME? WhiteGhostDevil

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? 8 years this past November

HOW LONG DID YOU DATE? 6 years and change.

HOW OLD IS HE? 40. Hahahaha!

WHO EATS MORE SWEETS? Me. And he is good about making sure chocolate is present at certain times of the month, too.

WHO SAID I LOVE YOU FIRST? He did, on Playa Del Rey beach at Sunset. We'd been unofficially exclusive since the gitgo (not Gitmo), but this sealed the deal.

WHO CAN SING BETTER? I guess I am, though I think he just has lazy ear.
WHO IS SMARTER? He is!

WHO DOES THE LAUNDRY? Me. I love to do laundry!

WHO PAYS THE BILLS? Thank goodness, he does. I have the memory of a seive.

WHO SLEEPS ON THE RIGHT SIDE? I never understand these damn questions. Is it from birds'eye view, or from bed's POV?

WHO MOWS THE LAWN? He mows the ~~moss and weeds~~ lawn.

WHO COOKS DINNER? He does, mostly.

WHO DRIVES? I don't think he likes my driving... maybe it's the egregious speeding tix.

WHO KISSED WHO FIRST? He kissed me after we watched Black Adder, Season 2. He tried to french me, the nasty!

WHO ASKED WHO OUT FIRST? I think I did- I asked him and his roomie out to coffee. Does that count?

WHO HAS MORE SIBLINGS? He does. He has two brothers and ~~three~~ two sisters, I have one of each. *I can't believe I didn't catch this flub! WGD asks what I know that he doesn't, as does bw.

WHO WEARS THE PANTS? Again, I prefer to call them trousers. Thank you.

It's the little things...

2008-01-30T20:22:00.000-08:00

One of my 3 readers asked very nicely for an update of my mid-week~

Winter Wonderland? We had snow here in the 'docks, enough to sled for a while. Whee!The roads are still icy in some places. Whee in a not good way! I am scheduled to film my section of the fake-tv show intro on Saturday! But guess what? It's supposed to snow here on that day. Brrrrr! I guess I'm gonna bust out the long undies for under the costume. Bulkiness on film=ego deflation.

Speaking of the coming play- Directrice asked me to be ~~a moving target~~ an able body for her directing class. I love doing this! It's a nice way to brush up skills and such.

Sister gave me some beautiful ribbon to knit. She was past patience with it. She almost hurled it over a cliff in anger, but thought it better to do a trade with me. I must admit, this ribbon not lovable stuff. It's pretty, but sticks and rips and in general is right pain in the arse. I made a scarf with it, for to give Mama, but I don't know. I put it on, and it's kind of scratchy... what do you think? I suspect the progenitor of my excema will not wear this item. Dang it, 'cuz it sure is purty. Also, what is your opinion of tassle?

let's play guess the age

2008-01-27T12:18:00.000-08:00

Immaturity must have its merits...

Last week at the gym, a woman asked if Sister was my daughter. Wha?! I stuck my tongue out and said No, that my sis, ya meanie. I thought we were friends.

Her response- Lulu looks so young, what if you started early?

Yeah, riiiight. Stinker.

Today. WGD, The Boy, and I went walking about the neighborhood to admire the winterwonderland of light snow dust and such. We came across a very nice man with his dog.

The man called out- You kids didn't get enough snow!

Demondoll- No, not so much today.

Nice Man- I bet your dad's happy, though!

WGD- *chuckle*

More pleasantries, and we went our seperate ways.

We went a few blocks, then the thought burst forth. Neighbor Man thought WGD was not just The Boy's, but our dad! Woot! I did a shimmy of joy.

Does that make WGD Lulu's peepaw? Harhar!

If'n I was a REAL Grown-Up?

2008-01-22T23:48:00.001-08:00

I bring this up only because I looked up bukkake today, and I can't figure out when I'll ever use the word in context of another subject. Go ahead, look it up your own self. I dare ya! Then we can discuss how to casually bring it up. So to speak.

I just don't know.
~~Hard-core p0rn doesn't taste good, and wine makes me nervous~~ Hard-core p0rn makes me nervous, and wine doesn't taste good.
I am an immature 40-something who'd rather drink chocolate milk and watch Battlestar Galactica. Also, I knit.

Sister vs. The Spice

2008-01-19T08:37:00.000-08:00

Sister and I were waiting for Gigi's exercise class. Rather than wait in the rather cold studio, we thought- oooh, the sauna. So we traipsed in. Ahhhh.

Following a few moments later was a woman wrapped in a towel. She perched on the bench above and to the left of Sister, unwrapped her towel to spread it out. And then her legs. Like a gynocological appointment. At Lulu's line of vision. A friendly soul, she then conversed with us about the upcoming class, and how she herself loves it. Lulu comported herself nicely, considering the open stance of her new friend. Oh, and this lady believes in a natural state, no deodorant thank you very much. She smelled spicy. Very.

Then Spicy Friend decided to sit cross legged. You might think this would improve Lulu's situation. Perhaps it would, except Spicy Friend was till an open field, now with bonus of feet by Lulu's head.

We gave up on the sauna, better to take our chances in the studio... the cold, cold studio...

Oh, hello there.

2008-01-17T13:03:00.000-08:00

I just got out of the shower and went to the closet to look for some clothes. I also checked out the weather to see if it was still raining.
I used to not have to worry about anyone seeing in, as we live up near the top of the hill, and our privacy was protected.

Not so much anymore. I guess I (and the contractors) are lucky it was lunch break?

An Observation on the Ferry

2008-01-08T22:48:00.000-08:00

The Boy espies two young men with bandanas on their heads.

Mama, people still like to dress up like pirates sometimes.

I guess they do.

The Boy looks again at the bekerchiefed ones.

Arrrg, he says with a happy smile.

Well, I don't know if they always use arrrg.

Because... maybe Ahoy is more appropriate. It's certainly friendlier.

After the season, but I don't care

2008-01-06T12:43:00.000-08:00

My husband has an almost violent reaction to the song "Little Drummer Boy". But the cartoon looks like our Boy-

See what I mean? Same messy hair, same scrawny arms, same button nose...

Maybe I need to buy the dvd. I bet it's on sale. Serve WGD right, hating on songs about little poor boys.

7 Randoms

2008-01-06T09:07:00.000-08:00

How do you list randoms when your whole life feels kind of random? Oh well, Sister tagged me!
Here be the rules: Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
1.I hoard books. Not even always 1st editions, either. Rasty-a$$ used paperbooks worm their way into my heart, and I have to keep them, too. I love books to the opint I know I can't borrow them; I won't return them. Ever. I can give back music, clothes, dvds... but books never leave my possession. I don't lend them out, either. I'd rather buy a friend a copy than lend it out. Ask Pig.
2. I like to wash our bright and dark clothes inside out, to help keep the color longer. Also to protect decals or whatever.
3. I'm voting for Obama.
4. Although I work at a gym, I haven't taken a class in months. Months, I tell you! And my SIL is the fitness manager there. She may just kill me soon.
5. I did a public reading for another local theatre last night, a short story by Doris Lessing, and it went really well. If only I could earn money doing it! Actually, I did earn some money way back when, a wee little, just not enough to support me and mine.
6. Sometimes I wish we lived even further out away from everything and everybody. And sometimes I really miss city life.
7. When I was a little girl, I thought I would marry Kimba, the White Lion.

I tag-
WGD
Kim
Tater
Piggy
Lola
Yella
Matt

And I promise to read your randoms!

ruminating on a book

2008-01-02T23:29:00.000-08:00

I read Maggie O'Farrell's The Vanishing Act Of Esme Lennox the other day. It's a quick read, as it's not very long. It's similar in style to Margaret Atwood's Blind Assasin. I enjoyed it, but wanted more.

(diatribe to follow)

Here's the thing about investments in my time. I hate when I spend money and time on a book or a movie- or God forbid a play!- and it's bad. I just don't have the kind of disposable income to waste on yuck. And my time is even more stretched. I figure I get one date night every 4 months or so. Do you waste that evening on a Jessica Simpson flick or an overwrought King Lear? I'd rather eat at an overpriced restaurant.

And books are a whole other hell for me. I am not to be trusted with other peoples' books- good or bad, I can't seem to return them to the rightful owner. I know it's bad. That's why I don't check books out from the library. I have paid the late AND replacement fines to libraries up and down the California coast. It's a stupid vice, but there it is. Which means I must purchase right out. I can occassionally get the used book, which is grand, but there is no used-book store in my area. A long-ass drive is required, or risking Amazon/B&N and the questionable condition of desired previously-owned novel. I don't mind used, but a marked up, dog-eared copy? Have some respect, people, for books!

Ah, hypocrisy- there's my lack of proper shelving for beloved tomes. WGD and I have had many a mournful discussion about my books. When we first moved to WA, he discovered we had many boxes of worthless paperbacks, yet we had no pots and pans.

Anyway. The pojnt-

When I get a chance to read some really good prose, I hate for it to end. Vanishing Act... is an interesting and intriguing story. I liked it, I just wish it was longer. There was lovely imagery, good dialogue, several (perhaps not entirely) unexpected turns in the plot. But compared to the full experience you get from Atwood or my beloved Byatt (I don't care that she's frightened of me- I keep my distance), I feel like O'Farrell kind of short-changed me. But maybe that's better than a long, bore-me-to-tears drone of a novel?

Spa Day with Sister

2008-01-01T10:22:00.000-08:00

Whilst the boys headed home to a snowy PT, I got to go to Burke-Williams with Lulu, our cuz, and a few of Lulu's dear friends.
A closer looksie, you ask? Well, ok!
Cousin- so cute and stylish, very clever, short hair that falls in a perfect bob. Which for, I must admit I sometimes hate her. My hair when short flips in a most unflattering way.
Kim- I finally met Kim in person! Very pretty. Funny. Likes Lego's, is delightfully in love with her husband. She's entitled- she's a newlywed. And as someone who digs her own hubby madly... Go, Girl, Go!
Maria- well, she looks like the Madonna. Seriously- she is beautiful. And, I don't care if she is or not, she seems serene.
Corrie- just about the sweetest person I've ever met. She sort of exudes kindness. Oh, yes- also very easy on the eye.
(Hmmm, I wonder why my my sis and I have so many purty friends? Are we *gasp* superficial? Seriously- I can't recall having any unattractive pals... but you just point me to the next troglodyte, and I'll make friends with him. Trust. )
Anyway- we got to the spa and changed into robes, then relaxed in the lounge while waiting for our individual services. Baskets of fruit, big dispensers of lemon water... coffee or tea if one is so inclined. Sigh.
I myself had an express facial with Antony. He started out chatty, but I put the kibosh on that. You answer someone in a disengaged "mmm" often enough, they get the drift. He was a fantastic facialist, btw. I recommend. I got a great neck and shoulder massage, and I almost fell asleep. I love a good facial. I especially love a good, silent facial.

Except for Kim, those of us that ended sessions early sat in the steam room, then got ready for lunch. BW provides all manner of delights with which to slather/scrape/whatever one's body.
We crossed Santana Row for yummy pizza. And then dessert! Waaah, I chose the least yummy. Lucky for me, we were sharing. But note that my chosen treat was the largest lump left on the table. Hmph to the caramel chocolate! Next time I get Opera Cake.

No Snow

2007-12-20T08:49:00.000-08:00

But loads of hail! Bouncy bounce all over the roof and the street...

I had rehearsal last night. Do you think people would tell me if I was a bad kisser? Just wondering.

Show Time :-)

2007-12-16T14:19:00.000-08:00

The cast.

I'm sorry, I just realized that I haven't posted at all about the Christmas play(s).
It's a triple-bill of a John Cheever, a Dylan Thomas, and a Seattle author named Scot Auguston. The first two are family friendly (adaptations of short stories). The third....

title: A Very Lesbian Nutcracker

There are:

lesbian ballet dancers
men in drag
bondage
guns, oat barley and goat yogurt
porn references to, among other things, bears

and now I'll let you fill in the rest.
My show opened this weekend, and we had a sold-out weekend- which is always nice! And the response for the most part has been almost embarrassingly enthusiastic. Well, there was-
Last night we hosted an after-party for a church group. You know how folks are happy to laugh at raunchy comedy when alone or a with a few friends? In a church group you find them checking in to make sure it's ok to giggle. An interesting study for us actors! I tried to invite a few of my fellow St. Mary's parishioners, we'll see.

I am so lucky. I get to act in fun projects with fabulous actors, just the sweetest producers and directors... we have a blast!

Throwdown in Geri-Town

2007-12-02T22:17:00.000-08:00

Ooooo, it's gonna be good this week!
Remember how the trolls across the street are building the mountaintower of evil? Well, their next-door neighbor (whom we love, btw) is going to the county tomorrow to ask, and I think I am quoting -
Why in the Fvck are you letting them build this?!

I am dancing in anticipation. Spead the holiday cheer, my lovelies!

I felt the Earth move... under my feet

2007-11-26T23:46:00.000-08:00

There was a mild earthquake in our area this evening. The epicenter was about 30 miles away, but oh-so-sensitive-little I felt it. Just a wee tremor- for a moment I thought I was having a slight seizure. Lord, I'm a comin'!

Anyway, others in my zip code reported it as more severe. Nelly natives. Real quakes are like the ones in back in the day-- '89! '94! Ya whippershnappers, I'll larn ya.. or not. I didn't really fancy those rough rides. These gentle ones are more my style!

Hey, where's the view?!

2007-11-21T16:43:00.000-08:00

Across the street from our home, a new house is being built. It will be over twice the size of any other house on our street (thanks, tax hike). Oh, yeah- they're also building right up to their property line, so our view of the water and mountains???

Gone
Gone
Gone.
I may as well plant some big-ass trees now, because if all I am going to see out my GD window is their carport... no thanks. This was a dream house for us, now I think I might want to move. Except, who the hell will buy our little house now that McMonstrous is across the street?

Update-
They are all set up correctly with the county, so WGD and I need to shut our yaps. Else we run the risk of turning into the kind of NIMBY folks I detest. Gots to go put mah big girl panties! How I hate maturity.

My Husband

2007-11-12T22:17:00.000-08:00

My Mr.Man and I celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary today!

We didn't do much today-
1. He had errands in the south Puget Sound
2. I went straight from work to class (I just got home a little bit ago)
3. The power in our neighborhood was out for a couple of hours
4. We are tired-a$$ folk today!
5. We plan to do something this weekend :-)

But, anyway- everyday is cause for celebration. He brightens my day, a little more everytime he walks in a room.

"Don't be such a diva!"

2007-11-08T08:57:00.000-08:00

Oooooooh! Can you even believe Fabio and George Clooney were going to throw down at some restaurant?

Page Six-

On Friday, Clooney and gal pal Sarah Larsen were having dinner at L.A. eatery Madeo next to Fabio and a group of women. All was well until one of Fabio’s pals started taking pictures of her friends. According to numerous eyewitnesses, Clooney, assuming the woman was taking snaps of him, asked her to stop - prompting Fabio to explain that the shots were of his group, not Clooney, and to tell the superstar, “Stop being a diva.” Clooney started arguing back, and he and Fabio then got into a shoving match. “The waiters broke it up before it got out of hand,” a witness told In Touch. Clooney then paid his check and left before finishing his meal. According to another In Touch witness, “George looked annoyed when Fabio went to his table. George stood up, dropped the F-bomb and then went to push him . . . George was drinking . . . He wasn’t drunk, but he certainly wasn’t stone sober, either.” Fabio’s manager told the magazine, “George is lucky he didn’t end up in the ER.”

Fabio- 6'3"

George- 5'11"

I'm just sayin'...

Retake, RatBoy!!!

2007-11-06T14:28:00.000-08:00

My child had his school photo taken a few weeks ago. We had a small skirmish beforehand- which I lost- about his expression and whether it was appropriate. I said he looked like a rat. He said it was fine and he was keeping it for the photo. Which he did, despite or perhaps because of my protests.

We got the pictures back today, and he does indeed look like a RAT.

I think The Boy is a reasonably handsome little boy, and it chaps me to think he wasted my $28 on ugly pictures. I called the studio and luckily for my son, they'll retake the sitting.

Because if they didn't do the retake or refund my money? I was going to staple them all over The Boy's walls and under his top bunk. Mean- yes. Nightmare inducing- definitely. However, 28 dollah is 28, and I don't mess around.

fizzy fun at halloween

2007-11-01T21:19:00.000-07:00

My little guy really wanted to be a soda-pop can this Halloween. I don't know why, maybe because we don't let him drink soda? Anyway, here he is all his glory.

Note the pop-top. I am especially proud of it.

In hopeful anticipation of cavities?

Bonding with a candy giver. Ah, those who love themselves some green- unite!

He made like a bandit, and got some nice compliments. It helped that Sport Townsend gave away teensy cans of soda for treat, so everyone had it on the brain.
Next year, he may be someting easy like a robot. But we just never know...

Happy All Saint's Day, everybody! And a special shout out to Lola, who celebrates a special day her ownself!

In A Funk

2007-10-30T16:49:00.001-07:00

And not so much the good kind like at a disco.

I'm not sure exactly why, but I'm all anxious. And feeling mean and rotten. There's no particular reason, just a bunch of little things bundled together for ulcer-gut. I kind of hoped when I wrote it out, the rottenness would ease, but no. I'm still stressed and witchy. *sigh*

Mmm, warm humble pie...

2007-10-24T19:44:00.000-07:00

Like I said before, WGD didn't want flannel sheets before November. And I was pretty whiny about how cold I felt our bed was. Well, yesterday, HE went on his trip and I had all the freedom to put out cozy, comfy sheets...

except it was in the 70's yesterday. Mind you, it's definitely cooler today (with rain, imagine that?) but not flannel weather. I hate it when he right.

But, I especially hate it when he's gone.

Brrr

2007-10-19T13:13:00.000-07:00

WGD is opposed to putting on the flannel sheets until at least Nov. Mebbe I should put some ice packs on his side of the bed. That'll show him!

Wallet Update: or My Sister is Genius

2007-10-12T20:16:00.001-07:00

No, I didn't get my wallet back. Whoever took it is in my prayers, because I must forgive as I would wish to be forgiven. Also, I hope they get herpes.
WGD put a stop on my credit and bank cards and new ones will be issued soon. I went to our local DMV, and oooh- wait. This garners its own special mention!

My DMV
I strolled in yesterday afternoon with my 5 pieces of alternate identification to prove I'm me. I pulled a number from the deli-like stand thingy, and when the ONE person ahead of me was finished...
Yes. I was the only person in line.
When he left the counter, I went up, proffered up my papers and told my tale of woe. She charged me $15 (great, thanks thief), and took my picture. In fact, she took it twice, as I didn't care for my first shot. Then she gave me a temporary license- a replica with my picture, thank you very much. And I left. All in all, it took about 10 minutes. Do not be too jealous, remember I just had much money and gift cards taken from me.

Which brings me to why Lulu is a Goddess of Smarts and WhatNot
One of my gift cards was from Nordstrom (cue: angels singing). Lulu suggested I call them up to report it stolen. I remonstrated. She said,"No, really! It's not like Old Navy. They can transfer the funds for you onto a new card!"
Hm.
I called and got Catherine, who got my info. Luckily I had the receipt for the card, so she took care of me with customary courtesy and efficiency. Well, except for mispelling my name twice, and telling me it would be $9 in shipping. When I said I'd pick the card up, she put the $9 back onto my happy silver card, and I will be reunited with it on Sunday before the Seahawks game!

I think I am going to buy a new wallet. Red again. Nordstrom has to drop their prices on everything for some reason... mine is not to ask, but to shop.

Update: Perhaps Nordstrom Downtown did not get the memo on lower prices. I had to go the Rack for a better deal.

To: Whoever Stole My Wallet Today

2007-10-08T19:14:00.001-07:00

I realize I was careless, I shouldn't have left it out on the employee counter. But you had to go out of your way to lift it, and I spent a long time looking for my lost possession. I feel violated and disappointed. I thought living in a small town where "everyone knows each other" would be different, but there ya go.
I hope you really needed the money. That was my gas and grocery money for the week. Good luck buying anything with the credit cards, as I already called them in. I really wish you had at least left me my identification cards, as it is going to cost me $10 and my time to get a replacement driver's license. Mostly, you've broken my faith in the safety of my gym, and a little more of my faith in fellow man. I've always tried to live as honestly and fairly as possible, and at times like this I have to wonder why.

Demondoll and the Giant Peach

2007-10-03T22:04:00.001-07:00

Ok, peaches.

You know how at Costco, they sell obscenely large quantities of things? Of course you do. Well, I have been hankering for peaches, and not ones put there in a can by a man in a factory downtown. I wanted fresh juicy peaches, all messy with a dishrag over my shirt type of juicy. I bought this crate of enormous peaches from Lord knows where(no, I know I bought them from Costco, but origin is murky). And they are mutants. They are at least as large as grapefruit.
Oh, and I recently read that fruit only contains a finite amount of fruity flavor, scent and vitamins, after a certain size it's just water weight. Ha! Like the first 10-15 lbs lost in a diet! Wait, that's not what I want to think about. Where was I?

Oh, yes. Peaches. Big fat mofos who are destined for shakes or cobbler, because I can't even finish one without sharing. Darn you, Cinegal- for satiating my fruit-laden desires!

Classic Movie- Is Wonderful? Is Cheez? Is Both?

2007-09-29T08:41:00.000-07:00

This weekend is the local film festival. Last night, we went to the free outdoor movie- oooh, it was cold! Local businesses stay open late(r) during the festival so you can buy drink, snacks or hot food. Hay bales are also available to sit on for movie viewing, but let me tell ya, hay gets itchy. You're best to bring your own chair or stadium cushion. We brought our camping chairs, blankets, thermoses of hot cocoa, and a big bag of popcorn. Hats and gloves, too- natch.

So anyway, about the movies. Since it's free- donations always welcome- and considered a family event, the festival has to consider something mild enough for children, but exciting enough for parents to stay awake and stave-off hypothermia. Since classics are- I suspect- easier to procure, one may judge see whether or not a film ages well. Last year it was Errol Flynn in Robin Hood. It was flamingly fantabulous. By golly they had Technicolor, and they weren't afraid to use it! Robin had more sparkles than Marion- but me, I liked it much.

This year it was Superman with Christopher Reeve, Margot Kidder, Gene Hackman, and Marlon Brando. I remember seeing its first run- yes I am that old, quiet down. And boy, was Superman dishy!

Even with the ginormous glasses (ooh, SallyJesse Rafael!) and the helmet hair, my pre-teen self was all a-twitter. At 6'4", was even Clark Kent truly ignorable? I prefer a fuller lip, but golly, anyone who can share a screen with Marlon Brando(not slim, but also not corpulant) and hold his own...

The special effects are quaint compared to present day capabilities, but I still thought they were ok. Model miniatures are fun, and who doesn't enjoy big ice crystals shooting out of the snowy glacier? WGD was offended by the time reversal. He thinks it a cop-out. I understand, but I also think it was fun for the director to link the flight around Earth to the hula-hoops of Krypton.

Oh, regarding the earthquake- during some sections of Superman, I reminded The Boy that this was all make-believe. After all, this is a tv-deprived child:

No, you can't really put people in a 2 dimensional time-out.

It's not wise to race the train.

It's not nice to look through peoples' purses or peek at panties.

Yes, you should avoid heavy jewelry when swimming.

A fault wouldn't just stop shifting because a car was in the way!

But when the Golden Gate Bridge started wiggling about... well, mebbe not so much the fake.

And yes, it's good for Superman to smile at the camera at the end. It gives Mommy another moment to sigh.

*I just read that Chistopher Reeve's birthday was also Sept. 25! Go, me!

Oh, Sweet Jeebus-

2007-09-25T17:08:00.000-07:00

It's my birthday.

Happy Birthday (and anniversary) to Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas. Also Scottie Pippin, who was born on the exact same day as yours truly. For God's sake, Mr. Pippin- tip the staff!

It's Dress-Up Time! (well, not yet. But still...)

2007-09-20T17:19:00.000-07:00

Sister and I picked out a very pretty dress. And because Lulu is a goddess, she got it for me! Isn't it nice?

Sadly/happily, it's too big, so I had to exchange for a smaller size. Yes, that's right... I'm really upset. Not!

*Disclaimer: objects may appear larger at wedding.

Somewho, I gots no time

2007-09-17T23:21:00.000-07:00

I don't know how this happened.

I have been happily helping Sister plan her wedding, but feeling like somewhat slothful, like I don't do much in my day-to-day life, then...

I signed up for an acting class;
I participated in workshops for a new play to be produced in the spring;
The Boy and I began homeschool stuff, including fieldtrips, reports and scrapbooks;
I am chauffeur(euse?) to and from Pokemon Club, chess club, piano and swim lessons. Oh, yes and the aforementioned weekly fieldtrips. Hello, gas card- how are ya?;
I am scheduled to be in two Christmas plays;
I was- flattering, ain't it?- asked to do another reading for a different company;
I am going to work part-time doing office work for my local gym;
a dear friend is coming up this weekend and we'll be gallivanting most of the weekend.

Lemme catch my breath a second.

Update:
+ 1
- 11/2
I forgot that I am part of the support team for the homeschool group, also a sort of secretary without the spanking.
However, I am not working as many hours in the gym office, and I am going to decline the second play reading. Whew!

Po' & Dirty

2007-09-11T06:32:00.000-07:00

You ever have a day where you you just feel tore-up? I mean you shower and brush your teeth and comb your hair, but somehow you are not put-together?

My gf Norma calls it a "po'& dirty" day.

I couldn't get up the energy to put on anything cute. Or flattering for that matter. Even though I knew I had to go to the store. With the Boy in tow (who somehow is always cute and adorable even when he is evil, which he was not yesterday, thence doubly cute esp. when compared to his po&dirty mama), we headed in to town. Yes, our town of 7-8000 peeps total. Where everyone knows everyone. But I only went to get a loaf of bread and drop off film!

And who did I (almost literally because I live in a bubble) run into? Only Kitty. I mean, she is beautiful in the way that you just love her and want to be her. In and out, but what we are concentrating on is that she always looks right.

Does Kitty show up at Safeway in

faded, tired yoga pants? No

ill-fitted tee? No

hair in an elastic with NO style whatsoever? NO

oh, and clashing shoes? No. No red shoes with purple top. I was like Carrie from Flowers in the Attic. Mercifully for her, Carrie died. Me? Only cringe, and pretend I wasn't trailer.

To her credit, Kitty didn't even blink an eye. Oh, crud. Does that mean I've done this regularly??? Me with my mama in Poulsbo. What, you think I'm actually going to show a pic of myself grungy? Hahahahahaha!

Where can I get that Song?

2007-09-10T16:53:00.000-07:00

The site is The Impulsive Buy, it reviews the most processed food imaginable and this time it reviewed fast franks....

I just have to say- I love Marvo. You must watch the video.

Where are the Disneyphiles?!

2007-09-10T13:43:00.000-07:00

I am trying to unload a Tarzan animation cel that I got as an employee...

It's not that it isn't beautiful, but I have no room for it, and I'm not emotionally attached to the movie. I really want someone else to be attached to it- I think it would appraise at several hundred dollars, but it does me no good as dealers openly scoff at purchasing right now.
Bah.

Signs mebbe I am a little s.l.o.w.

2007-09-06T22:35:00.000-07:00

Last night I got a text from Lulu
call Anabelle
Hm, thought I. Who is Anabelle? Does she mean the photography manager? Her name isn't Anabelle...
I asked WGD.
-D-Doll, Isn't that the name of the street where your sis lives?
Oh. Right.

This morning, The boy has a well-child visit. Dr. Amish asked if the Boy can tie his shoes.
-No, everything is velcro these days. Easier for running, too. No laces!
-Mrs. D-Doll, tying knots is more than just about shoes. He needs fine motor skills...

Well, I know that.Now.
*Side note: my only Filipina friend is moving to Belgium. I am again the diversity in my boondock town.